how much i love sterek

(Super-fast idea, because I found this picture and after laughing at the Sheriff’s face for two minutes straight, the idea hit me straight in the face)

Several years in the future, Derek and the Sheriff are kind of buddies.

Derek is a consultant for the Beacon Hills police when any kind of supernatural crime occurs, or when they need his super sniffer in critical urgencies (Derek found the lost little girl almost immediately, while the K9 unit from the next town was still lost in the wood. The Sheriff was proud. They never talk about the fact that they had to circle the town in the John’s police car, Derek’s head hanging out of the window like a poodle on a roadtrip).

So the John and Derek sometimes hang out, they watch football match together, they have a beer, they talk about Stiles’ news from college. They enjoy each other’s company in a very quiet, simple way.

Then, Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills for Christmas, and immediately comes out as bisexual to his dad.

The Sheriff blinks, then hugs him. And that should be the end of it. He is genuinely glad that Stiles told him, and happy that he seems to grow up happy in his own skin.

John honestly doesn’t mean to search stuffs online, but he’s bored, and one innocent question about LGBT rights typed into google quickly devolve into following all kind of links and falling deep. Too deep.

He manages to keeps the anxiety at bay all the way to Derek’s home, and his knock on the door is barely frantic. But Derek opens the door as if he was expecting the Sheriff to be on fire, so John guesses that he didn’t control his panic-stricken heartbeat as well as he thought.

After a few minutes of assuring Derek that no, Stiles is fine, John is fine, everyone is fine, no Stiles isn’t hurt, nobody’s kid got missing again, Melissa is fine, there is no monster eating anyone, Stiles is totally ok, and getting a glass of perfectly good whisky from Derek (who apparently keeps it around just for John), John finally explains.

Because Derek? Derek is bisexual.

They have talked about it in passing several times. Derek’s ex, Jeff, used to be a cop in New Jersey until he got shot in duty and became a teacher. Derek spends some nights drinking at the Jungle and he glared while talking about shitty techno music. Derek gives money to an association for LGBT kids and go there to help sometimes.

To the Sheriff, it never seemed like a detail more important than knowing that Derek hates cheap beer or that he is a sore loser when his sport team get slaughtered.

But now, now it is important. Because the Sheriff needs someone with answers, precise answers, about things that he can ask directly to his kid.

About giant sex toys and trip to the ER and drugs use and STDs and biphobia and bullying.

He kind of blurt it all. Derek’s eyes look gigantic and his eyebrows almost fly off his forehead.

So that’s how Derek becomes the Sheriff’s mentor in everything LGBT.

It’s not as weird as it could be.

Derek answers all his questions as best as he can, tries to reassure him and, when he doesn’t know, they look for information together online while staying far away from certain websites.  

(all the while, Derek tries to ignores really, really hard, that Stiles is bisexual and apparently single. It’s impossible).

Then I don’t know.

Maybe the Sheriff brings Derek back home in the hope that Derek will talk with Stiles about all these stuffs (because he’s not sure he has mastered the details enough to give the bisexual version of the Talk, and also, the image of the gigantic dildo is still haunting him).

So they end up all around the kitchen table, Stiles looking bewildered, Derek resigned and awkward and the Sheriff looking at them with crazy eyes (again, gigantic dildo. And ER trips. Melissa works there, this can never happen to him) until they start talking.

Stiles knows all those things. Derek knows that Stiles knows. They talk about it anyway because, well, the Sheriff look kind of grey in worry.

Then Stiles finally understands that Derek is bisexual. And single. And Derek knows that Stiles is bisexual. And single. The awkwardness quickly turns to vague innuendo, then overt flirting, then eyefucking over mugs of coffee.

The Sheriff gets his colors back progressively. He wonders for a second if he should protest this development (the whole, 7 years older and a werewolf thing may be a problem), but really, Derek is a great man.

And he apparently knows how to use lube, condoms, and would never be stupid enough to use a gigantic dildo then lose it somewhere in his son.

All in all, he’s ok with the direction this whole thing is taking.

To be honest, people can say whatever they want about the Sterek fandom but absolutely nobody can deny just how talented this fandom is.

The arts, from the doodles to the digitals to the simple edits and the AU edits to the handdrawn ones and every other masterpiece, that are produced by people in this fandom are breathtaking. And so do not even get me started on how amazing the fics and other writing works are. The fanmixes that are created are truly appreciated by me too, because so many of those songs fit our boys so well. The videos I’ve seen? Brilliant doesn’t even begin to describe. The people who make Sterek merch are actual blessings.

Everything. Every God damn thing. Sterek is flourishing because of all of it.

The talent and creativity that the Sterek fandom offers is truly astonishing, and I can’t even find it in myself to feel offended by all the negativity directed at our fandom when I’m surrounded by such gifted people.

Victorian/Regency Sterek Fics

*I have not read any of these*

This is for @demisexualhale. Hope you like these!

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (62,933)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? And manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (40,375)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Remember My Love by bleep0bleep (23,358)

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.
Derek blinks.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (20,039)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

*Read the tags for this one, there’s some dubcon that could be triggering

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords (15,707)

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.
The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.
Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous (8,512)

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend (26,054)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

The Perils of Petticoats by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (30,248)

A She Stoops to Conquer AU

Stiles is an omega who is bullied by his beta stepmother into wearing a dress during the day, so when his new suitor turns out to be painfully shy around society he pretends to be a servant girl (a homely one) to get to know the real person, whilst his step mother tries to marry her alpha daughter to her omega ward despite neither of them want it, and the sheriff (called Josiah) tries to remain constantly drunk for the entire weekend.

A Gentleman’s Secret by DLanaDHZ (15,232)

Stiles Stilinski has lived 19 years without revealing his secret. He’s a fine gentleman, a stellar horseman, and a sassy addition to any conversation, but he keeps his true feelings to himself. When the Hale family moves into the county, the Stilinski’s throw a ball in their honor and Stiles in swept up into the gravity of the eldest son. Propriety tells him to keep his distance, but can he ignore the urges pulling them ever closer? At first sight, Stiles is already undone.

Ardently by roundelet (13,344)

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

Lone Wolf by Peasantaries (6/12 regularly updated WIP, 12,705)

If Stiles weren’t mistaken, he would almost say King Hale was amused. My, he might even be smiling, if the uneven line that’s broken his stiff mouth could be called that.

But that was absurd. Kings don’t smile. Especially King Hale.

Love is not love until it’s made to suffer: until it’s made to endure the strain of separation.

Regency Sterek by inappropriate_happiness (fanart)

Art for A Single Man in Possession of Dougnuts by using_this_name (fanart)

Let me know if you have a trope you want me to find and I’ll make you a list.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I wanted to say how much I love your blog! I don't even watch Teen Wolf anymore, but Sterek has been my favorite for years. Would you happen to know if there are any fics where either Derek or Stiles are Amish/live in a very conservative family? Thank you!

i wasn’t able to find any fics where they’re amish but i found a conservative one. (tag warning for homophobia) (you can also go through our homophobia tag)

Closeted by stilinski_wolf (2/2 | 7,483 | PG13)

Derek is part of a very rich, very conservative - and very homophobic - family, and so he has to hide who he truly is from them.

And then, Derek takes a liking to the new bartender working at the gay bar he frequents, and contemplates coming out to his family.

But his choice is taken out of his hands when his sister Cora follows him one night to the gay bar, changing Derek’s life irrevocably.

anonymous asked:

16. ''Ow, what was that for?'' Sterek please, and thank you, and munchkin dear you are amazing !

You’re so sweet! I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I had fun writing it *-*

Also @hoechlbutt *smooches* I’ve yet to write something that doesn’t end up having some influence from you <3

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Be nice.” Derek said from the corner of his mouth.

“I am!” Stiles retorted.

“Implying that his son looks like a toad, is not being nice.” Derek hissed, while smiling and nodding towards – he was pretty sure was one of his mother’s high school friends.

“But he does look like a toad.”

“Yes! But-” Derek turned to give him a disbelieving look. “You can’t just tell people stuff like that!”

Stiles turned to him with a grin and made finger-guns at him. “But as you just said, I didn’t tell him.” He shrugged with one shoulder, still smirking and with a glint in his eyes. “I just implied it.”

Derek huffed rolling his eyes, but his lips were twitching. This was probably the most fun he was having at an Alpha Convention; for how most of the werewolf conventions were said to be extremely delicate businesses that required being very careful to not accidentally provoke a pack war, this one was pretty chill. All the alphas of the packs present were friends with his mom, and no one got offended or/and irascible no matter what Stiles said or did. Everyone knew about him… you know, being Derek’s human boyfriend and future emissary of the Hale pack.

Laura caught his gaze from the other side of room and smirked. She probably listened in their conversation, the creep.

Derek shook his head, but he was still smiling.

Stiles elbowed him lightly. Derek turned in the direction he was looking at and cursed silently as he watched his cousin Mirabelle approaching.

The last time he saw her was years ago, and she’d been a nightmare then. He did not look forward to having to talk to her again.

“Hey, cousin.” She saluted, stepping too close to his face.

Derek took a step back. “Mirabelle.”

She grinned, all sharp. “So, how are you?”

“I’m good.”

She nodded, and he hoped that the lack of interest from his part in asking her in turn would be hint enough, but even if she’d caught it, she chose to ignore it completely. She turned to Stiles, and gave him an once-over. She raised an eyebrow, “and I suppose, you’re the human boyfriend.”

Stiles glanced quickly at Derek with a slightly raised eyebrow, like to say is she for real? Derek shrugged, imperceptibly and Stiles turned back to Mirabelle, his teeth showing in a grin. “Yeah, that would be me.”

“Heard a lot about you.”

“Did you, now?”

“Something about being the most promising emissary in the history of ever.”

“People like to make things a bigger deal then they are… but. In this case, they’re pretty accurate.”

Derek snorted, and it startled a laugh from Mirabelle, too. She held out her hand, and after a pause Stiles shook it. “You’re something, Stilinski. Let’s hang out sometimes,” she pulled him closer and told him in stage-whisper. “Derek still thinks I’m the evil little cousin that snitched at her mom every time he smuggled a bunny or a squirrel into his room. I promise, that thing that happen to every little kid after a few years, happened to me too.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “You grew up?”

She winked, taking her had back. “That I did. Oh-” she leaned close again. “Willy does look like a toad,” she winked, and with that she was gone as suddenly as she had appeared.

Stiles turned to Derek and grinned widely. “You smuggled bunnies in your room?”

“Oh, shut your face.”

Stiles burst out laughing in his face.

Laura joined them, with a pout. “Aw. I was keeping the bunnies story for a special occasion.”

Derek glared at her, and she smiled sweetly at him.

Stiles kissed his cheek, and told him, “I love you, you sweet-wolf.”

And Derek, well, Derek couldn’t really say that he was that mad anymore.

Later, that day when they were back in Derek’s room, Stiles asked, “Are you going next year, too?”

Derek thought about it for a moment then shrugged, trying and failing miserably to not get flustered, when he said, “only if you come, too.”

Stiles was grinning when he grabbed Derek’s face in his hands and said, “I’ll go wherever you go, Derek Hale,” right before kissing him stupid.

 Definitely, the best Alpha Convention ever.

raisesomehale  asked:

sterek - mer!stiles (shhh *pets your face* just write it)

My love, I’d do anything for you <3


Derek gasps as his eyes shoot open, breathing in a large gulp of air. He gives his eyes a moment to adjust, blinking against the bright sun shining like a halo around the person above him.

It’s man, a smiling man, who’s bent over Derek, hair wet.

“What-” Derek looks around him, starts to sit up to get his bearings straight. “Where am I?”

“You fell off your…the big white pointy thing. You couldn’t swim. You weren’t breathing.” The man’s voice is lower than Derek was expecting, slides along his skin in the best way and makes him shiver. But he’s just cold, that’s all. Nothing more.

“Big white pointy…” Derek looks over at the man, trails off when he fully takes him in. He’s bare chested, leaning back on his hands, and then he just has…has a…fish tail. As if he was a…a freaking merman. “What the fuck?”

The man only tilts his head to the side, making him looking younger, more boyish as he smiles at Derek. “Have you never seen a merman before?”

“You’re…real? You can’t be real right now.” Derek shakes his head, stands up. 

“And why not?” The man says, tilting his head back to look at Derek, fins swishing up and down, up and down. Jesus fuck, it’s a sight to see. His fins, his lower body…or whatever you call it, his scales, are a light blue, and Derek tries not to think about how pretty they are.

“Mermaids, mermen…they don’t exist. They only exist in fairytales.”

“What’s a fairytale?” The man asks, looking confused. “Is it from those…what do you call them? Books?" 

"I’ve gotta be hallucinating right now. There’s no way…how are you real?" 

"As much as you are real. I just live in the water instead of land. You are a beautiful man.”

Derek had opened his mouth to speak, stops. “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, is that too forward? I’ve always been told I am such.” The man sits up, and Derek wonders how the hell he’s breathing right now. How can something - someone - that lives in the water also breathe on land? 

“I…who are you?” Derek says, trying to understand.

“My fellow mer-people call me Stiles, if you’d so wish to call me that." 

"Stiles…” Derek trails off, takes in the merman’s appearance, his attractive face, his brown hair, light, almost gold brown eyes, his lean, skinny, but also defined torso, the happy trail that leads to absolutely nowhere, and his tail, fins, scales. There’s no way this merman could be real, Derek decides. He’s too beautiful, too handsome.

“I hope I did the right thing in saving your life. I’m sorry if it’s not, I just felt…I felt that I couldn’t let you die, for some reason.” Stiles looks torn, as if he knew he shouldn’t have saved Derek, that he wasn’t supposed to, but was happy he did anyway.

“No…no, thank you very much. I’d hate to have died by falling off a boat.”

“A boat? Is that what they’re called?” And Stiles smiled then, blindly, and Derek lost his breath for a moment, couldn’t stop the rapid pace of his heartbeat. “Well, it’s long gone, now. I hope you can get back to wherever it is your home is.” Stiles sounded sincere as he started moving toward the water that was only feet away. “I have to go now, though. I’m so sorry.” Stiles looked saddened by that, not meeting Derek’s eyes as he said it.

“Am I ever going to see you again?” Derek found himself asking, thinking he must be crazy. He’d barely spoken to the merman, knew he must be crazy, that this was probably all still a dream and he was passed out or something, anything. It would make better sense than this. But Derek couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the panic at seeing Stiles swim back into the ocean, his light blue fish tail glistening in the sun. 

“I don’t know.” And Stiles frowned as he looked over his shoulder at Derek. “I hope so. I like you." 

And Derek…well, Derek found himself smiling, blushing as he looked down at the sand beneath his feet. “If I come back here? In a few days time? Will you be here?” 

"I’ll check every day, when the sun is at it’s highest point in the sky.” And Stiles gestured at the sun then, at where it was shining brilliantly down at them, at the highest, center most point. 

“Thank you.” Derek said, and as Stiles smiled back at him and dove under the water, Derek let in a breath, wished he hadn’t had to say goodbye so soon, but comforted himself with the fact that he’d see him again. 

As Derek turned away, ready to find his way off this small, secluded beach and back to civilization, he heard Stiles’ voice.

“Oh, I forgot! What’s your name? If you don’t mind telling me." 

And Derek grinned, turned around to see Stiles, a few feet out in the water, his head poking out of it. “Derek, my name’s Derek.” 

"Well, It’s nice to meet you, Derek.”

“You too, Stiles.”

And with that, Stiles disappeared underwater, and Derek walked away.

But Derek knew they’d meet in the middle again, and it was that fact that kept a smile on Derek’s face as he walked further and further from the ocean. 

anonymous asked:

Pirate Sterek. That is all.

Ooooooo, are they enemies? Do they have rival ships? Is Erica Stiles’ Quarter Master and is Boyd Derek’s? Do Stiles and Derek keep finding themselves in the same places because while they hate each other, they are also insanely invested in their crew’s happiness and if Erica and Boyd are in love…well, they are in love. They’ve just got to suck it up and suffer having to look at each other from across rooms for hours. (After all, it’s not like they can just leave Boyd and Erica on their own. What if one of them needs….encouragement…or something….?)

I mean, it’s not like they enjoy this. Enjoy it? Looking at each other? As if. Just because Stiles has these moles that have Derek crossing his legs sometimes, and Derek has these bunny teeth that make Stiles sometimes fantasise about holding Derek’s hand when he goes to bed at night, means nothing, okay? 


They are vicious sea pirates and mortal enemies. 

That one time they got drunk and made out in the back of a tavern never happened. Nor did the whispered I love yous they confessed to each other when Derek got hurt and Stiles was frantically trying to stop the bleeding, yelling DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, HALE. I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET. If they had happened, it was clearly the rum Stiles was using to dull Derek’s pain and calm his own nerves (”for fuck sake, Stiles, you faint at the sight of blood?” “shut up, Derek, I am trying to find a way to not saw off your arm here!” “It’ll grow back.” “With what, magic??” “With the power of our love.” “…just how much rum did I give you?”) 


d&s || don’t leave me; [for MissTonight] by Mary Felton

  • Me Ten Years From Now: So, okay, do you remember Sterek? So yeah, lemme just say...
  • Me Twenty Years From Now: Oh man, remember Sterek, it was so awesome, and I just want to say...
  • Me Thirty Years From Now: Have I told everyone lately about how much I love Sterek?
  • Me Forty Years From Now: So, yeah, Sterek...
  • Me Fifty Years From Now: I know I haven't talked about Sterek in awhile-
  • Me Sixty Years From Now: Okay, children, let me introduce you to a little something from my day called Sterek, it's this awesome ship that-
  • Me On My Death Bed: So anyway, as I was saying - Sterek is so awesome, lemme-
What Matters Most

for @shealwaysreads for always being wonderful and just bc I love you a lot

for @hoechlbutt and @okamiaki my babies that make my every day, since the moment i met them, brighter and are not having it good these days *wraps you both in fluffy blankets and octopus hugs you* I love you so much I wanna adopt a mission of monkeys with you and a zoo. I want all the animals with you two. *smooches*

Stiles had been pacing back and forth for a while now.

Derek was used to it.

He knew sometimes that was just how Stiles thought. He needed the constant and repetitive movement to organise whatever was going through his head, he had explained it to him, in whispers one night, when neither of them had been sleepy enough to fall asleep right away.

But there was something not right in this kind of pacing. Stiles movements were too jittery, and Derek noticed with a frown that a light tremor touched his right hand whenever he brought it up to run his finger trough his hair in a frustrated gesture.

“Stiles,” Derek called when Stiles had huffed at the empty air, yet again.

His boyfriend turned to him, his eyes a bit too wide and sad –it made Derek’s chest ache, seeing the sadness and uneasiness in them.

“What’s wrong?” He closed his book and stood up, opening his arms in an inviting gesture.

Stiles all but threw himself in his arms, and buried his face in the crook of Derek’ neck. “I dunno.”

Derek wrapped his arms tight around him and rubbed his back.

“I just-” Stiles huffed again, pulling back from the embrace to grip the fabric of his own shirt above his heart. “It hurts here.” Stiles said miserably, “my heart fucking hurts and I don’t know why.”

Derek put his hand above Stiles’, the one on his heart, and squeezed. “What do you want me to do?”

Stiles made a pained sound and Derek felt the same ache in his chest when Stiles shook his head and said, “I don’t’ know Derek, I just- I don’t know.” In a broken voice. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Derek pulled him back in his arms. He turned his face to kiss every mole and freckle on Stiles’ face for only pause once he had gently pecked his lips.

He sat Stiles down on the couch and wrapped the white fluffy blanket that the kept on the back of the couch around his shoulder and turned on the TV to put Star Wars on, knowing he’d chosen well when Stiles made a surprised pleased sound.

“We didn’t spend much time together like this in a while, did we?” Derek asked, settling behind Stiles on the couch, nuzzling his neck.

Stiles shook his head, turning away from the TV to face him. He put a hand on Derek’s chest, caressing the hair poking out from his shirt and didn’t say anything, just settled his forehead against Derek’s collarbone and breathed for a while.

Derek didn’t know what else to do other than to let him do whatever he needed, so he buried his face in Stiles’ hair and closed his eyes.


He woke up to light kisses being pressed on his cheeks and nose and forehead, tiny butterfly kisses that made his lips stretch in a wide smile and wrap his arms around the source, pulling him flush against him.

“I can’t kiss you if you hold me this tight,” Stiles grumbled.

Derek’s grin widened and he opened his eyes, peering down at his boyfriend with a glint in his eyes. “I know.”

Stiles had just barely started to frown, before he was being flipped, so that Derek was on top. “Now, I get to kiss you.” He said with a dopey smile that made Stiles snort.


Derek hummed and kept promise on his statement, kissing and nuzzling every inch of Stiles’ face. “I love you,” he whispered in his ear, his eyes soft when he looked down at him.

Stiles’ eyes softened, his fingers scratching lightly on the back of Derek’s neck. “I love you too.”

When Derek smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, Stiles felt the weight on his chest lift a little.

This was all he needed. No matter how weird and shitty he felt, knowing and Derek showing him that he loved him, would always be what mattered to him most.

anonymous asked:

could you please recommend some smutty sterek fics that you're into right now? (:

Sure. All fics are either Rated Mature or Explicit. 


* Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by DevilDoll (39,257 words | 4/4 Chapters)

“Stiles shouldn’t accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores.” In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

* Unwind by coffeeinallcaps (15,047 words | One-Shot)

Hope you enjoy your present, the text from Erica says. Payment’s taken care of. You can thank me tomorrow.

“So you’re a werewolf, huh,” the guy says when Derek looks up at him again. His gaze drifts down from Derek’s face to the rest of his body, slowly, shamelessly. When it’s traveled back up and their eyes meet again, the corner of the guy’s mouth twitches up into a cocky little half-smile. “I fucking love working with werewolves.” AU in which businessman Derek falls in love with escort Stiles.

* (not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit (33,176 words | 11/11 Chapters)

Stiles knows it’s wrong, but he’s been Fantasizing about Derek and he can’t bring himself to stop. Derek doesn’t know who’s taken an interest in him, but he’s enjoying it way more than he probably should.

* Play Crack the Sky by Derbobbs (122,797 words | 23/23 Chapters)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” – Feb. 2015
“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.“

* Public Displays of Affection by grimm (7,083 words | One-Shot)

It starts, like so many things do, with a dare.

* But Then What… by Stoney (23,718 words | 2/2 Chapters)

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn’t like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn’t attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

* Famous Last Words by JenNova (62,887 words | 6/6 Works)

A series of ‘made-them-do-its’ which ended up telling a much bigger story.

casanddean  asked:

How do you feel about reverse!Sterek where Stiles was a werewolf and Derek was human?

oooooh, you know i hadn’t ever really considered it, tbh. especially because i’m mostly all for human Stiles, all the way. BUT, i tell you, i’d kind of dig like Derek having been born human into a family of werewolves, and Stiles being born a werewolf, and the two of them growing up together, and Derek really resenting Stiles, because he makes everything look so easy and Derek’s super awkward and reserved and Stiles is so LOUD, and Derek’s family love him, and they all go running together, and Derek never understands why Stiles insists on him going, too. hates it when Stiles disappears and then leaps out of the trees and makes him jump. loathes sparring with Stiles because even though he’s strong, Stiles somehow always gets the best of him and worms his way on top of Derek and crows about it, it makes him VERY uncomfortable in awful, turned on related ways. and Stiles is so much younger than him, and so PRETTY, and when his eyes glow gold Derek always feels stupidly hypnotized, and it makes him slam books down and stalk away, or get really flustered and bark at Stiles to leave him alone and quit bugging him.

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Alright friends, I’ve got a little something to say. So you all know how much I love Sterek. I will defend them until the ends of the earth and continue to see them in pretty much everything I watch, read and listen to. Lately, however, I just can’t get giddy over them in the same way I used to which means writing for them has been especially difficult and more like work than fun. This really upsets me as Sterek is something so comforting and special to me but I do feel myself pulling away and after having spent the last 6 months just not as excited anymore, I have to accept the fact I am moving on whether I like or not not. 

This isn’t to say I will stop reblogging Sterek or even stop writing about them. I will probably remain mostly a Sterek blog for a good while to come but this is just a little heads up to say you might start seeing me reblog and write about other things as well, such as Shadowhunters, Zimbits and maybe even a little anime. I will always, always tag everything I reblog and post and if you still want to follow me you can black list anything you don’t want to see. For now, if you are following me purely for Sterek and Teen Wolf you might want to blacklist shadowhunters, malec, omgcpzimbits and supergirl

As I said, this is not a goodbye to the Sterek fandom but I also want to do what makes me happy and gets me inspired and right now, Sterek isn’t feeding my soul in the same way it used to *looks at the 40 sterek mugs in my cupboard nervously*. I have so much love for this fandom and the people in it, I have made so many good friends and met so many lovely people. I don’t want to lose any of you as I broaden my horizons and find new things to flail over but I will completely understand if you want to unfollow me. 

That being said, I am still always here to talk Sterek with you and a friend to talk to if you ever need someone to listen to you or you are not sure where to turn about a problem. This fandom is a community and it will always be one, no matter what, and if you are ever scared, confused or in need of a friend know I am always here for you. That will never change.

Sterek gave me the courage to write again but I also want to get better and to do that I must write about other things that inspire me. Currently I am working on an original thing just for me which is making me excited to write for the first time in months. As for fanfic, expect to see a couple of other fandoms in there from time to time as I attempt to find that same inspiration Sterek gave me. 

Most of all, I just want to thank each and every one of you for following me and being so exceptionally nice to me since day one. I consider every one of you a friend and the fact you’ve always made me feel like one in return is something I will never be able to express in words.