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Mr. Lester

summary: ‘He’s tall, sweet, great with kids, and he can sing. What’s better than that?’ Dan’s son is in choir, and his teacher is a lot more than he was expecting. 
genre: Fluff
word count: 2.8k
TW: swearing, mentions of death (teeny tiny) 
excerpt: ‘Hey, Dan. Like I said before, you’re probably sick of seeing notes being sent home, but I hope you’ll like this one XD. 0345 527 586, Call me <3 -Mr. Lester’
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Caught

an Inuchiyo fluff story

A/N: I decided it was time to try my hand again at writing when I came across @k.towne.jr’s Instagram account which is full of simple yet powerful poems and one-liners. I got inspired by a post (same title as this ficlet) and it reminded me of our dear little puppy. Please note that it’s been a while since I last wrote anything serious so I’m a little rusty, hence any comment is most certainly appreciated. Enjoy!

There is one place that’s entirely theirs alone. Looking back, Inuchiyo couldn’t count how many times Mayumi and him had ran away to the hill upon which they rested on now. Oftentimes they just sat in companionable silence, content with each other’s presence and all the while enjoying the view of their small village beneath them.

In his mind’s eye he can see two children sitting here together and gazing up at the sky. Cooped up in their own personal world, they’d try to make shapes from the clouds above. The younger of the two always had a more vivid imagination and she’d point out the most peculiar pictures in the sky. More often than not they had a lot of arguments, like whether this cloud looked like a slipper or the jowly face of one of their neighbors. Sometimes the boy felt like he’d win, insisting that it was impossible for a cloud to be detailed enough to resemble a face but it would take a cold day in hell before she’d give up so easily. The boy would never admit it out loud but he loved it when she rose up to his challenges. Even at a young age, no one could match the fire in her eyes. No one could look as glorious as her. His goddess. His raison d'être.

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Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - Chapter 5

Starts during the day trip of 1x08, Bellamy and Clarke aren’t separated for long before they being to feel the effects of the Jobi Nuts. Things progress from there ;)

Pairing: Bellarke

Rating: E (Explicit)

Word Count: 5086

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Monty ducks into his “distillery”, Jasper sitting right where he left him. “You might wanna avoid Bellamy for a while,” he warns.

Jasper looks up swiftly from the steady drip of moonshine. “What? Why?” he asks, swallowing nervously. “What did I do?”

“Apparently he heard about you pawning off your shift at the meat crew.”

Jasper’s eyes go wide with panic, the need to vomit growing stronger. The last thing he wanted was to be on Bellamy’s bad side. “H-h-how did he find out?”

Monty plops down beside his friend, giving him a look of pity. “You pawned it off to Drew, who was late for guard duty because he was still gutting fish, and when Bellamy asked him why…”

“Oh, crap,” Jasper moans, dropping his face into his hand. Stupid Drew and his stupid mouth.

With a pat on the back, Monty offers him a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll wait till after Unity Day to kill you.”

“Oh, crap.”

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I just realized I’m a terrible person and I haven’t posted the top 15 fics from May or June. Oops? Here’s the top 15 Summer/Surfing/Beach fics for your enjoyment. Happy Reading!

Hypothetically (Complete | 6,630 | Explicit) ***

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

To Navigate Your Seas (Complete | 26,010 | Explicit) ***

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

I need the smell of summer (one shot | 2,348 | Explicit)

Stiles is sunburned, laying in the car and refusing to move or put any clothes on. Derek knows he’s doomed because he thinks Stiles is adorable.

We’ll Still Have Summer (Complete | 30,307 | Teen) ***

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you happen to know any sterek fics where derek has long hair or man bun and maybe also more coffeshop/bakery fics? 😊

Hey! Thank you for the welcome distraction :) Man bun sterek fics are a gift! 

Always Follow a Hippie to a Second Location by  alisvolatpropiis | 3.9K

It’s hard to tell just how long his hair is but it’s night-black and shiny and soft-looking, little strands falling loose from the messy knot high on his head that Stiles feels strangely compelled to put his hands on, to grip tight, which is ridiculous. He’s never been into hippie guys or guys with long hair, but he’s thinking now he might need to reassess that life choice because damn, how much fun would it be to fuck that ass while tangling his hands in that hair like reins, pulling his head back and leaning forward to get closer to his moans….

Cutback by  WonderWolf | 19.3K

Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.

A New Course by petals42 | ficlet

A mermaid Allydia AU

Hypothetically by  alisvolatpropiis | 6.6K

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning as the sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

Vegetarian Werewolf Derek Hale by  Loslote | 1.7K

Five times Stiles is surprised that Derek is a hippie and one time his assumptions about Derek’s hippie nature are proven wrong.

Flowerwolf & Beacon Roots by  alisvolatpropiis | 5.2K

Derek tries not to show his surprise, curiously hopeful, but still suspicious of Laura’s involvement. “Oh. How do you know my coffee order then?”

He grins. “The cute baristo knows your order, dude. All I had to do was ask for Grumpy Flower Guy’s usual.”

Derek huffs. “I’m not grumpy.”

“He says grumpily,” Stiles smirks, winking.

The sound of his own laughter surprises Derek, so yeah, okay, maybe Stiles has a point.

Here they are. 8 months late, sorry. Check out my other recs here.

*NOTE: EVERY FIC IN THIS LIST IS EITHER EXPLICIT OR MATURE, THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T ADD THE RATING.

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter                

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack’s property.
Humans are supposed to be extinct.
But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

  The Only Exception by alisvolatpropiis                

Derek sighs, frustrated, not yet willing to resign himself to his fate of an arranged relationship even though it’s seeming more and more inevitable.

He forces the whole ordeal out of his mind and stares hard at his laptop, re-reading the same sentence over and over again, trying to stare it into submission, when a familiar scent distracts him, jolts him out of his pitiful attempt to focus.

Through the heavy haze of rich coffee and warm cookies that fills the café he can smell that weed-tinged spice and fresh citrus, cool rain water and the slight hint of another werewolf. Vivid memories flash and fill his senses: the way that scent sweetened with mouth-watering arousal, the solid, steady thrum of a wildly quickened pulse, running his tongue over intricate tattoos, throaty mewls of pleasure punctuated with muttered curses and pleas not to stop, a firm, tight ass bouncing against his thighs.

Stiles Stilinski.

 Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

In Any Version of Reality by alisvolatpropiis                

Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn’t Derek.

It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?

“Time travel?“ He’s sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.

“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.

Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.

Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.

Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.

Fools Rush In by origamifrogs                

“Stiles wakes up in his hotel bed in Las Vegas, sticky eyes blinking open to the sight of a stranger sleeping beside him.

A stranger who is male.

And naked.

Stiles promptly falls out of bed.”

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek get drunk in Las Vegas, accidentally get married, go on a road trip, and find love along the way.

Let’s Talk About Sex! by KuriKuri                

“Hey, you doing okay?” Stiles questions, a concerned look on his face, and Derek realizes that he hasn’t replied. “You know, this is just the sexual health clinic. The actual clinic is over – ”

“Dental dams,” he blurts out, cheeks heating as he continues to stare at Stiles. “I, uh, need dental dams.”

(Or: In which Stiles works at the Student Sexual Health Center and Derek uses sex questions as an excuse to talk to him.)

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.
Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

Shot Through The Heart by LunaCanisLupus_22
All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.
Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.

Misbehaving For Days by secondstar

Finding out that Beacon Hills was the home of the ONLY Werewolf Microbrewery changed Stiles and Scott’s lives. Gone where the days that Scott had to be Stiles’ DD, because finally he could drink. The icing on the cake was the fact that the owner of said bar just so happened to be none other than Derek Hale.

   Stiles wanted nothing more than to push Derek against a mattress, or a table, or maybe a wall. Stiles wasn’t picky. He just knows that he wants him.

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26        

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

One Hale of a Review by clawstoagunfight             

“a fic where derek earnestly reviews sex toys”

Talk Dirty To Me About Tax Codes and Amortization Schedules by eeyore9990

The first time Stiles sees Derek in person, he nearly swallows his own tongue.  This is not the middle aged accountant in twenty year old suits with a slight pot belly and an affinity for numbers he’d been expecting.

  Free Flow by strokeof_genie                

For the prompt: Derek gives Stiles multiple orgasms from just rimming, just fingering, the whole works. Preferably with Stiles passing out, then coming to to Derek being gentle and sweet

good, giving, and game by verity 

They’ve been together long enough now that they don’t have arguments over the big stuff anymore: there’s a few things they’ve each accepted as fact. Derek hates Olive Garden. Stiles refuses to let Derek work on the Jeep. Derek doesn’t dance. They’re never going to get werewolf-married because Stiles is never going to do the thing where Derek locks his werewolf dick in Stiles’s ass and jizzes all up his colon while they lie on a bed of rose petals and listen to mood music.

There’s No Such Thing As TMI Among Friends by eeyore9990

“I was jerking off, but had to give up halfway through because my wrist hurt.”  

With those words, Stiles destroys Derek’s carefully maintained fiction that Stiles is still the skinny, geeky, awkward sixteen-year-old he first ran into that day in the Preserve.

Accidents Happen by Fr333bird

Derek is in heat but doesn’t recognize it for what it is.   Stiles knows that Derek needs him but he doesn’t know why.  The knotting is a surprise to both of them.

“Fuck.”  Derek’s breath is hot across his chest where his face is buried.  “I’m sorry…  I didn’t know… I didn’t realize.”
“Didn’t realize what?”  Stiles pants into his neck, trying to relax, resisting the urge to try and pull away again.  He can feel the unforgiving pressure of Derek’s cock inside him, the tug of where they’re joined.   “What the fuck’s the matter with your dick?”

 An Alpha’s Duty by halfhardtorock                

“He needs to be play-mated. Soon. He’s…ripe,” the Sheriff finally says, brusquely. Derek looks up, mouth falling open in surprise.

“W-what?” he asks.

“You’re the alpha,” the man presses, voice deep and strong-willed. “It’s your duty to take charge of the omegas in your territory.”

  Climb by hiasobi_writes                

They stare at each other from across the entryway, equally stunned, before Derek’s eyes dilate and Stiles realizes just how monumental a bad idea this may have been.

(Or, the one where Stiles plays with wolfsbane and it doesn’t do what he expected it to.)

 so, hey, let’s be friends. by standinginanicedress                

Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he’d hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles’ endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.

It’s completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.

We’re Burning One Hell of a Something by calrissian18 

Derek’s roommate has already moved in by the time he shows up.  And he’s taken up both sides of the room.

The Surprise Nap by randomquixen                

So Stiles may have suprised napped in the middle of lecture, but the guy he fell asleep on fell asleep on him too, so he doesn’t think the hot bearded Adonis should be angry abut it.
Though maybe Stiles shouldn’t have fallen for him after, or you know, got sucked into the guy’s crazy group of friends.

Soulseeker by alisvolatpropiis                

Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.

Mucky Pup by Fr333bird

Derek disapproves of Stiles’ baggy boxers so he takes him underwear shopping.  

 Stiles just stands and stares, his mouth dropping open in that way that makes Derek want to fill it. “I had no idea there was this much underwear in the world,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

 And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis                

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

Politics of a Scandal by qhuinn (tekla)

Stiles Stilinski doesn’t believe in love at first sight.

He’s an analytical, rational person. He believes in research and facts, he knows love is just a chemical reaction. He can name from memory all the hormones involved and the way they work in the brain. He can rant about how love is just the way nature has of perpetuating the species, about the social and physiological aspects through the ages.

That being said, he can’t help but feel something completely irrational the first time he lays eyes on Derek Hale.

OR

The one where Stiles is the hottest new media consultant in the business and Laura Hale desperately needs his services. She’s about to launch a campaign for Governor of California and her brother, Derek, is a media nightmare waiting to happen.

Summer Contest by kits_lightning                

The moment Derek stepped into the fighting ring and faced Stiles he remembered why he was doing all of this.

The omega gawked at him and barely paid attention to the other competitors Talia was mentioning and Derek smiled at the thought of having all of his attention. Stiles blushed from the tips of his ears to his neck and began to run his fingers through his hair while looking away.

Derek began to wonder how far down that blush traveled when he shook his head and tried to focus on the imminent battle. He caught the last of what his mother was saying. “—have a good fight and good luck.” More clapping and the horn that signaled the beginning of the fight sounded.

(Waiting) Until the Sky Falls Down on Me by oncetherewasapirate

Or: Why Derek Hale is Never Listening to Stiles Ever Again

Derek’s been cursed by a witch, and as a result, he’s supernaturally super-glued to Stiles until the next full moon.

It wouldn’t be so bad, if the struggle to hide their relationship weren’t real enough to begin with.

  The Best Things in Life are Fully Involved by stileskolpath   

‘“Whatever, I’m heading to Derek’s. I gotta fill him on on this clusterfuck of a situation.”
The laugh was unnecessary. “Right, that can only go well.”
“Shut up. It’s the only option I had.”
“If you say so, dude.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stiles asked, incredulous.
“Nothing,” There was a pause. “But you just casually name-dropped the guy you’ve been crushing on since sophomore year to fend this dude off.” Scott added, “Nothing about that screams ‘good idea’.”
“Thanks, asshole.”
“Welcome.” Stiles clicked off aggressively and threw the phone at his backpack.’

a.k.a. the one where Stiles is propositioned by a new alpha, who just happens to be the replacement for Ms. Blake at Beacon Hills High School. So what happens? Stiles panics, that’s what happens. And by ‘panic’ I mean he totally may or may not have insinuated that he was currently involved in a totally not-fake relationship with one particularly broody alpha by the name of Derek Hale. Whatever, he’ll sort out the details as he goes. What could go wrong?

 The Book of Stiles by asherly89                

Stiles breaks one too many rules back in Beacon Hills, so his dad thinks shipping him off to a Catholic school is the best way to cure his random bits of disobedience. Stiles doesn’t mind too much. He meets this guy named Scott and they’re seriously friend soulmates, plus there’s this one teacher named Father Derek, and wow, Stiles hasn’t thought of Lydia while jerking off in the past three weeks.

Not to mention the fact, that Derek seems totally into him, and totally looks at Stiles’s ass when he bends down (Scott told him, okay?) and totally signs up for detention duty on the nights he gives it to Stiles, which is quite frequently. Unfortunately for Stiles, though, this is a Catholic school, and Derek cares enough for his job that he won’t make a move and he won’t respond when Stiles tries to which majorly sucks, but, hey, Stiles has always liked a challenge.

  Happy Birthday, Mr. Hale by mikkimouse              

He expected some level of chaos to greet him. He did not expect to see Stiles standing shirtless in the living room, wearing a sparkly tiara on his head and a pink tutu over his jeans, holding Mia’s tea set in one hand and a plastic sword in the other.

Stiles flushed, pink splotching his cheeks and spreading halfway down his pale, toned chest. Derek wanted to bite it, wanted to pinch those puffy nipples and tease them with his tongue, wanted to shove Stiles up against the wall and make him flush everywhere.

(Or: Derek is a single dad celebrating his 30th birthday. Stiles is the college student who babysits for him. Smut ensues.)

This Ain’t Jump Street by thecheekydragon                

Detective Stilinski goes undercover at a local high school to catch a killer and meets hot gym teacher Derek Hale.  Stiles just hopes Hale is not the killer. But then again, he always did fall for the wrong sort of guy.

anonymous asked:

Who would you say is your favorite fanfic author?

Hands down my absolute favorite is alisvolatpropiis on Ao3 or deleted-scenes here on Tumblr. I love everything that she writes. Her stoner!Sterek fics inspired my URL.

I’m gonna rec her fics here just so you can read her amazingness.

The Truth of It series |  Words: 7,565 | Works in the series: 2

Summary: Derek took the picture late one night the summer between Stiles’ junior and senior years of college, the last of their four summers together.

Or not-together. The last of their four summers of whatever it was they were to each other in those years, fucking nonstop and spending nearly every waking moment together for three months at a time, both of them aggressively maintaining the it’s-just-sex-it-doesn’t-mean-anything rule they set their very first time together, the night of the pack’s high school graduation party when, slightly drunk, Stiles kissed him for the first time, determined and eager, heart pounding in Derek’s ears.

Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars | Words:  5,631

Summary: “It was a true love spell,” he admits quietly. “It was supposed to help me find my true love. And apparently I suck at magic as much as I suck at dating because I screwed this up too.”

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In which Stiles’ Valentine’s Day love spell goes very wrong.Or perhaps very right.

Soulseeker | Words: 9,713

Summary:  Sighing, Stiles reaches for Derek’s big hands, cradled in his broad lap, his skin lighting up even more at Derek’s touch. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing himself to look for Derek’s soulmate. Whoever you are, he thinks, you better be worth him.

Hypothetically | Words: 6,630

Summary: Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

If We’re Talking Body series | Words:  7,565 | Works in the series: 2 | WIP

Summary: “What? Paint me?” At first, Stiles thinks that maybe Derek wants to paint a portrait of him, which is hella freaking weird, but then, judging by the heat he sees in his eyes, he knows that’s not exactly what Derek has in mind. Okay, so the guy is hot, talented, rude, and probably a little insane. Stiles is really regretting not running background checks on all of the building’s tenants before moving in. Laura Hale offered him such a good deal, he should have known there was a catch.

Like having to live underneath her obscenely hot brother who gets stoned and paints all night and says ridiculous things to the half-naked cop that barges into his apartment unannounced in the middle of the night.

dragonflysurprise  asked:

Do you have any surfing aus? Missing summer TOO much right now and would adore some sterek in the water.

ugh me too

Cutback by WonderWolf (1/1 | 19,323 | PG13)

“You’re the only person that can help us and we need a place to crash. Can we stay at yours? Just for the week? I promise we’ll be quiet and—”

The feeling of dread quickly turns to panic and Derek forces out through a tense jaw, “Who’s ‘we’, Scott?”

Scott’s face morphs into a look of sadness and pity before he responds with a defeated, “Me and Stiles.” He tenses, as if to brace for the rejection Derek is sure to give him, because there’s no way that Derek would agree to house his ex-boyfriend for a week, even as a favor to his brother. Not after everything that happened, after the devastating heartbreak he still hasn’t fully recovered from.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, “Okay,” despite every intelligent part of his brain yelling at him that it isn’t a good idea.
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Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.

Everything’s Better Under the Sea by tryslora for teas_me (1/1 | 19,985 | R)

Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis (2/2 | 6,630 | NC17)

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

Werewolf Wagon’s Top Ten Themed Fics is a monthly feature suggested by the lovely Juliana, where a list is made of the Top Ten Fics based on an specific theme previously chosen by us or suggested by a follower.

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This month’s theme? Summer/Beach Fics!

(you can also check Werewolf Wagon’s Summer tag and Beach tag for a list of all fics recced.)

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Historically Inaccurate by asocialfauxpas (20,368 - E)

Stiles is surprisingly okay with all the weird shit that goes on at Beacon City Historic Ghost Town - ghost lights, howling, pianos playing on their own. Having to work closely with the surly blacksmith is another matter.

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis (6,630 - E)

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (69,006 - E)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

No Oceans Left by zoemathemata (14,207 - T)

Stiles has always been a merman. He just never knew how to tell anyone. He hasn’t shifted since his mom died.

Oia Mau by gottalovev (5,988 - E)

Stiles unexpectedly runs into Cora and Derek in Hawaii. It’s been five years since the Hales left Beacon Hills and disappeared without a trace, but it’s rapidly obvious that old habits feelings die hard.

Past The Breakers by thepsychicclam (40,729 - E)

Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard.

Sparks Fly by linksofmemories (13,166 - E)

“So how is you loving me not bullshit?” Derek asked, sensing that he had won judging by his stupid smug smile.

Of course Derek would be the only person in the world who was smug when someone wasn’t in love with him.

“Just shut up,” Stiles said. “Fine, I don’t love you. Not right now anyway. But I will.”

Sunshine (Walking On) by JenNova (4,607 - T)

Derek Hale has a good day. (There is ice cream.)

Tumble Turn by dedougal (5,227 - E)

Stiles thinks his summer job is going suck. He’s not wrong about that but the hot lifeguard makes up for it a whole lot.

We’ll Still Have The Summer by CiaraWrites (32,307 - T)

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

anonymous asked:

with summer ending, can you rec me some really fluffy sterek fics that are all about summer?

summer sterek recs, some are fluffier than others

  • What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm (E, 119k) There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.
  • Sea Foam and Sunshine by Jenetica (T, 20k) Derek’s job at as a lifeguard is dull, sometimes, but he saves lives, and after everything that happened with Kate, that’s all he needs. So when he sees a swimmer out after closing hours, too far into the deeps to be safe, he plunges into the water without thought. He didn’t know at the time that maybe, just maybe, this time it was his own life that he was saving.
  • Past The Breakers by thepsychicclam (E, 41k) Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard.
  • A (Sort Of) Fairytale by briecheesie, art by daunt (M, 26k) The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch’s ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.
  • You Gotta Have a Little Faith (Trust & Pixie Dust) by sonsandmumford (T, 13k) Stiles gets a job at the Happiest Place on Earth. Or where Stiles gets a summer job at Disney Land as Peter Pan and ends up spending entirely way too much time with the guy in the Captain Hook suit.
  • I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam (E, 81k) In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.
  • Move A Mountain by zainclaw (E, 69k) Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics that you have read recently that you really liked?

SIT DOWN LITTLE ANON AND LET ME TELL YOU A THING. This fic right here is my ish. I surf and basically have an unhealthy obsession with manbuns, so any fic that has both of those things is guaranteed to make me squeal. ADD TO THAT BOTTOM DEREK AND VIRGIN STILES AND YOU’VE GOT A WINNER. I mean I already love everything by deleted-scenes (aka alisvolatpropiis) but this fic just uuuggghhhhhhh I love it, especially the line: “I saw a thing on tv that the best way to fight off a shark is to punch it in the nose. I don’t think I’d be very effective at that. You could though. Would you punch a shark in the face for me?” Derek laughs, and Stiles melts. “Yeah, Stiles. I’d punch a shark for you.” I really can’t tell you how much I loved this fic because there aren’t enough words. Seriously, it’s up there with Versus by attoliancrown and I’ve already told y’all how much I love that fic. So yeah nonny, read this fic and you can thank me later.

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis (Complete | 6,630 | Explicit)

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

“The camera embraces her.” Lucky camera. Many women would kill for her slender, fashion-model figure, for that ash-blond hair, oval face, porcelain skin and those high, exquisite cheekbones. Her eyes mirror intelligence; their pale blue sparkle demands a new adjective: merulean. Only a slight bump down the plane of her long, patrician nose redeems her profile from perfection.” ~ Director Michael Cimino, who worked with Meryl on “The Deer Hunter”

anonymous asked:

hey! do you know any fics where derek has long hair and puts it in a bun this is very specific lmao but thank you

okay i found 4 fics for you, but if anyone knows if more pls reply to the post!

Always Follow a Hippie to a Second Location by alisvolatpropiis (complete | 3,956 | Rated M)

It’s hard to tell just how long his hair is but it’s night-black and shiny and soft-looking, little strands falling loose from the messy knot high on his head that Stiles feels strangely compelled to put his hands on, to grip tight, which is ridiculous. He’s never been into hippie guys or guys with long hair, but he’s thinking now he might need to reassess that life choice because damn, how much fun would it be to fuck that ass while tangling his hands in that hair like reins, pulling his head back and leaning forward to get closer to his moans….

Vegetarian Werewolf Derek Hale by Loslote (complete | 1,730 | Rated M)

Five times Stiles is surprised that Derek is a hippie and one time his assumptions about Derek’s hippie nature are proven wrong.

A New Truth by derek_hale, knotyouralpha (complete | 3,891 | Rated T)

The one where Stiles returns home and finally learns the truth.

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis (complete | 6,630 | Rated E)

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.

Basic white boy: very washed out skin, where his lips tho, did I miss the hairline am I too short to see it, okay so he has a jaw, mmhm oh 32,572 notes

Me: sculpted face, high cheekbones, exquisite jawline, full plump bow shaped lips, cute quirky chin, eyes of a Scorpio rising, eyebrows thick af, oh 2 notes. Ok.

anonymous asked:

hey sorry to bother you but ur awesome at finding fics and there's this one I love about surfer Derek and there's an age gap between him and stiles and they're like in the ocean talking about sharks and jelly fish stings and stuff. I know that's really caught but it was such a good fic. love ur writing! u rock!

aw thank you for the sweet words! this is a lovely fic, back-to-college derek is such a great trope

  • Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis (E, 7k) Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning as the sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at. Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.
Coffee Break

A/N: I won’t be a proper Bucky x reader writer if I do not include the Coffeeshop!AU, now will I? I have tons of these drabbles lying around, especially coffee related ones. I’m pathetic, I know. Anyway, I got inspired by the video on instagram about the guy who’s always bringing coffee for his girlfriend at work…. And as usual, I am just writing for fun.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

You rubbed your eyes for the umpteenth time as you walked into Starbucks, sleep still clinging to your eyes. It was particularly early but you were running a bit late. Being a salesperson at Apple gave you no leeway for tardiness. However, to function properly, you needed your daily dose of caffeine. So, there you were, tapping your foot impatiently as you wait for the barista to make your latte.

As you wait, you checked your watch, seeing that you only got 10 minutes left. Anxiety started building and the limited time constraint making you feel claustrophobic. Your breaths were getting uneven when the barista slid two identical looking cups on the bar before you.

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sterek fics of the week

Hypothetically by alisvolatpropiis [E] [6630]

Stiles holds his hand up to shield his eyes from the sinking sun, its orange-yellow light reflected infinitely across the vast, calm ocean. As utterly stunning asthe sunset over the Pacific is, especially while floating leisurely on a surfboard a few hundred feet from shore, it’s a mere backdrop that pales in comparison to who he’s looking at.

Derek Hale, whose eyes are their own oceans that Stiles feels like he’s been floating on since the first time they met. The older man’s eyes are as ever-changing and colorful as the sea they’ve spent the day on, a palette of greens and blues filigreed with gold around the pupils. And if that weren’t enough, the rest of Derek is also transcendentally exquisite: high, arching cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, although that particular perfection is a bit obscured these days by his ever-thickening beard, night-black like his hair, nearly shoulder-length but almost always knotted in a messy bun at the crown of his head.


a mountain to climb by grimm [E] [126412]

“Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!”


violets are blue by HalfFizzbin [T] [2759]

PROMPT—"Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it’s the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist. and obviously Stiles works with Allison, whose besotted fiance is always sending her flowers.“

With helpless crushes, stealthy pizza dates, Jenga, and overly-subtle declarations of intent.


Misbehaving For Days by secondstar [E] [63401]

Finding out that Beacon Hills was the home of the ONLY Werewolf Microbrewery changed Stiles and Scott’s lives. Gone were the days that Scott had to be Stiles’ DD, because finally he could drink. The icing on the cake was the fact that the owner of said bar just so happened to be none other than Derek Hale.

Stiles wanted nothing more than to push Derek against a mattress, or a table, or maybe a wall. Stiles wasn’t picky. He just knows that he wants him.


My Patience is a Medal by Saucery [M] [6169]

Derek Hale is a Special Agent in the White Collar division of the FBI, with a crack team consisting of Agents Argent and McCall and, more recently, the consulting art thief, Stiles Stilinski. Trouble is, Stilinski’s in love with him. Or is it just another con?