Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?
This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD
In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.
Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.
“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”
Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.
Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.
Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.
Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.
But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”
Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?
Taken in 1976 by Gene Campbell during an investigation by Ed and Lorraine Warren, the Amityville Ghost Boy has been a subject of much controversy. The ghost in the photo is said to be the spirit of John Defeo, one of the family members murdered in the home just years before. The Lutz family lived in the home after the murders but fled the home after a series of terrifying paranormal events within a period of 4 weeks, leaving everything behind.
The Amityville Horror has become one of the world’s most famous hauntings, and has become the subject of multiple books, movies, documentaries and other media. The house recently just sold for $850,000 to brave new owners. What do you think of the photo? Genuine or staged? It is no doubt that the home is haunted, is it really that hard to believe that this photo could be genuine? The answer lies in the home, perhaps the new owners will have some insight into the activity within the house.
One of the most violent and haunted prisons in the world lies in Moundsville, West Virginia. Its castle-like architecture makes it truly stand out within the small town. Across the street from the prison lies an ancient Adena burial ground, which only makes the spiritual energy in the area heightened. People claim the prison is built on top of even more burial grounds. Tourists and staff are haunted by the shadow figure they call “The Shadow Man.”
Operating from 1876 to 1995, the Moundsville Penitentiary saw more deaths than the average prison. A prison break in 1979 and a riot in 1986 only added to its bloody history. Eighty-five inmates were executed by hanging. Up until the noose decapitated murderer Frank Hyer hangings were viewable by the public. After this event the hangings were private and invite only. The method of execution was later changed to electrocution. Paul Glenn was an inmate at the prison and built the electric chair himself which was given the nickname “Old Sparky.” Nine inmates were executed in the chair until execution was outlawed in the state. Paul was not well liked after constructing the chair and had to have special protection by the guards. There were thirty-six murders in the prison. The most infamous was that of known snitch R.D. Wall, who’s spirit still haunts the boiler room where he was ambushed by three inmates with full shivs. Charles Manson himself even requested to be transferred to this prison so he could be held at the same facility as his mother.
The prison’s violent history has led to its infamous haunting. Paranormal enthusiasts flock to the prison for a tour, or to stay overnight locked inside. Those who stay overnight always leave with a paranormal experience. And every staff member at the facility has experienced something out of the ordinary. The Ghost Adventures Crew has investigated the location twice, and countless other paranormal investigators have experienced the hauntings of the bloodstained facility.
You Are More Likely To Experience Paranormal Activity If You Expect To
When you go looking for ghosts, you are already on edge and a little spooked. Excitement and fear fills your body as you attempt to see what cannot be seen. At that point, the adrenaline and anxiety will have you jumping at a mouse squeak. Things that are not paranormal will all the sudden be perceived as paranormal by you. So please, next time you go on a ghost hunt for whatever reason: Remain Calm And Think Rationally!! Try to debunk whatever you just experienced to the best of your ability, and please bring a camera to document and back up your claims. A camera will also allow others to attempt to debunk the experience. Don’t let your high hopes and excitement falsify evidence for you, paranormal activity is rare and you can wait for hours/days/weeks before getting a legitimate paranormal experience. Please think rationally!
Pairings: Sam Winchester x Sister Reader, Dean Winchester x Sister Reader
Y/N = Your Name
Word Count: 2099
Warnings: Vomiting, passing out and a little blood loss
Summary: You get deadly sick after a hunt and have your brothers try and wake you after passing out. Semi-fluff
A/N: Well this was inspired by my own sickness, which isn’t as violent as this but did help with the description of the state the reader is in, always look at the positives. Please be patient with my rookie writing and grammatical skills. Like last time, i’m just gonna leave this gif here as this was the scene i was thinking of when the brothers are trying to wake the reader. Obvs not from SPN but you get the jist. Love you long time xx
You had returned from a hunt absolutely exhausted and freezing. You
were hunting a vengeful spirit haunting a lake. It was supposedly going to be
easy due to the boys completing a similar job down in Wisconsin years ago.
However, you still somehow found yourself diving into a freezing lake to
retrieve a flailing victim who didn’t listen to your warnings of staying away
from the lake. Sam and Dean watched you swim back to shore whilst supporting
the victim. The person you saved was in shock and therefore you had to swim
both you and him back to shore which led to you swallowing a lot of the brown
lake water. Finally, as you reached the shore your brothers attended to the
victim, whilst you flopped on your back and tried to catch your breath as your
teeth chattered behind blue lips. There was nowhere to get changed or have a
shower so you let the wind dry you. The boys gave you their jackets.
Unfortunately, they didn’t help much as your wet clothes clung to your pale
goose-bumped body. Your teeth chattered as Sam’s window let cold air circulate
the interior of Baby whilst the three of you drove home. That night you went
straight to bed skipping dinner and falling straight to sleep when you were
caught by your bed’s snuggly embrace.
It was about four in the morning when you woke. Your body
felt heavy on the worn mattress. Your skin was cold but your body was boiling at
the same time. You had shivers that racked up and down your body, as a sheen of
sweat covered you as well. Your eyes were irritated and resisted to open due to
being stuck together. When you did manage to open them, the earth was spinning in
an unfocused flight. The dull light from your lamp was unbearable to witness
and you brought your hands up to shield the glare. You were groggy in your
heavy and throbbing head with sharp pains at your temples and behind your eyes.
Your jaw became uncomfortable, heavy and sore. Then your stomach felt like when
you’re plummeting on a roller coaster. You pulled away your blanket and leapt
out of your bed and ran down the bunker’s hallways holding a hand to your mouth. You
finally reached the bathroom after running into the hallway walls and the side
of the bathroom door. You fell to your knees after managing to swipe the lights
on whilst descending under buckling knees. The cold tiled floor scrapped your knees whilst you flopped your head over
the toilet bowel as your last meals violently resurfaced. You pulled back your
hair and after a few minutes the first wave of regurgitation was over. Then
another hit, and a couple more waves after that which had you lurching over the toilet
bowel. You didn’t have much left in your stomach you thought, probably just
bile and not a lot of that left either. You finally were able to pull your head
from the toilet seat and flush the contents away. Exhausted and clammy you
repositioned your shaking body against the wall. The world was spinning
dangerously and your head was lolling on your shoulders. It was hard to keep
your eyes open. You still had the taste of the acidic bile sizzling at the back
of your throat as hot tears swam around your tired eyes. Water, fresh air, painkillers and bed you instructed yourself and as
you gently pushed yourself to your feet. You were standing for only a few seconds as a head rush
made you crash into a wall as black spots appeared in your vision. The world
was spinning rapidly making you lose consciousness. Your body crashed to the
ground in a heap making you smack your head against the tiled floor.
Dean was only two rooms down from the bathroom and was
awoken from his light sleep when he heard the commotion coming from the end of
the hall. His hand slid under his pillow and wrapped around his loaded gun. He
sat up and pointed around his own room, thinking there was an intruder. He
turned the light on to see no one was there before he crept silently from his bed
and out his room. He peered out of his room and into the hall to see the
bathroom light filtering down the hall. A chill ran up his spine as he recognised
your body lying in the doorway. Throwing caution to the wind, he sprinted to
down the hall to the bathroom. He opened the door as his eyes found your pale unconscious
body with a puddle of blood collecting around where you had hit your head,
“Y/N? …Y/N!?” he urged your unconscious body to respond. He grabbed you by the
shoulders and shook you but you were boiling like that time Dean had found
Sam in the hotel room after he completed the second trial. You were a dead
weight and your body just flopped around when he shook you. This told him you weren’t
just sleeping but must had passed out.
“SAM!” Dean roared behind his shoulder. The call travelled down the hall and
woke up Sam to the concerned voice of his brother making him jump out of his
own bed. Dean turned back to you and was trying to once again wake you up but to no success. He started to panic, you had never had an episode of sickness like
this before. It was always you looking after them. He checked your vitals which
were erratic when Sam burst into the small bathroom to see your unconscious form.
“She’s burning up Sam I don’t know what happened I just found her like this.”
Dean’s voice was hitching and choking up on his last words he uttered. Sam
looked from his brothers panicked eyes, to your unconscious body and then the
tub, “C’mon put her in the tub, we can cool her down in there” Sam instructed.
Dean scooped you up and went to put you in the bathtub, but you just slid down
the sides of the bath. So, Dean jumped in the tub behind you so he could hold
you up and thus avoid water entering your lungs. He put his legs on either side
of you and he positioned your body to lean back, on his chest. Your head lolled
on his shoulder as Sam turned the shower head on, drenching both you and Dean
in icy cold water, “C’mon Y/N…C’mon” Dean urged whilst continuing
to try and shake you awake. He looked to Sam who was watching your unresponsive
face for any change, but nothing was happening. Sam didn’t know if they could
help you anymore if this didn’t work and you seemed so sick that you might not
make it the doctors in time. Dean started to shiver as the cold water continued
to cascade down him and you. However, you were still boiling and Dean’s arms
started to get sore from holding you up, “It’s not working” Dean barked at Sam. Dean felt so useless. His whole life he was always trying to protect you from the monsters in the
dark and now something so sudden and unexpected made him feel like you were slipping
from his grasp like sand. He should have jumped in and saved that person in the
lake today, not you. It was only because you were a little quicker that you had
jumped in first that stopped Sam and Dean from following to save that person. Sam
had tears brimming in his eyes as he watched Dean turning uncharacteristically desperate
over your continued frail condition. The shower continued to pour down when you suddenly started to cough awake as Sam and Dean jerked up at this sudden development. Then your
body jerked forward away from Dean’s as you hit the last short wave of bile, which
was carried down the drain. You could hardly breath through it and quickly had
two pairs of hands supporting you in place. Dean was shocked by you sudden and
violent wake and had quickly grabbed the back of your shirt to stop you from
hitting your head on the other end of the tub. Sam had the same idea leaning
over and catching your shoulders so you were balanced in place, whilst one hand scooped your hair up. When you had finished, Sam held the
sides of your hot face in his hands and looked into your rolling eyes, “Hey,
Hey Y/N…Stay awake darling, c’mon keep your eyes open for me” He soothingly insisted,
as he supported your head upright. You felt yourself slipping into the cold embrace
once again, but you resisted because of Sam’s worried voice. Maybe he was in
trouble and needed your help, your numb mind processed. Dean’s arms wrapped
around your waist as he shifted himself to try and see you better. You felt so
numb and weak you had little control on your body and couldn’t talk either. You
were thankful for Dean holding you up so you at least you could manage to
simply nod in response to Sam’s request. Your head flopped back onto Dean’s
shoulders as he wildly tried to see if you were okay in your partly opened
eyes. “Your need a towel Dean-o” you barely whispered through dry cracked
lips, “You’re all wet and shivering like a leaf…if you’re not careful you’ll
catch a cold” you jested letting out a small laugh as you exhaled. Dean laughed
with you as well in relief and smiled putting a kiss to your temple.
Even when you seemed like you were on Death’s door you were still looking out
for others and trying to make them laugh. Dean wrapped his arms around you a
little more securely as Sam helped Dean stand up, whilst he carried you out of
the tub and back to your room. Sam grabbed two towels and followed the trail of
water droplets you and Dean had left behind in the hallway. Dean laid you down on
your bed and ducked out of your room to get dry himself. Leaving Sam to dry and
warm you up. His large hands rolled soothing patterns of warmth on your back as
he kissed your head, so thankful that you were a little better. You felt warm
and content wrapped up in Sam’s embrace. After a while you insisted on getting
changed to be finally out of the wet clothes. Sam reluctantly agreed though he
was frightened you would collapse again but he trusted your judgement as he
walked out the door, “I’ll be right here hun, please be careful. Call out if
you need anything” he told you before closing the door for some privacy. A few
minutes later you opened the door to show you were okay however it was Dean who
now greeted you. Sam must have gone back to bed. You were so tired you stumbled
a bit whilst walking back to your bed, but Dean quickly caught you. Dean
noticed your bed was now wet from when he had laid you down. You tossed and
turned trying to find a comfortable position as you continued to shiver. Dean
sat on the mattress and patted your side as you curled into him for warmth. You
felt yourself being lifted once more by Dean as he tucked your head to his chest and
carried you from your cold bed to his warm one. He gently placed you down as if
you were made of china. You were half asleep when he laid down next you and
threw the covers over both of you. Your shivering stopped with your big
brother laying next to you. Last time you slept in the same bed as Dean, was when
you were a little kid and you were scared of some nightmare. There was nothing
weird about it but was more comforting then anything. Finally calmed you fell
into a deep slumber. But Dean stayed awake, watching your chest rise and fall
with every breath, too terrified you would go under again and be worst this time.
He stayed up for the majority of the night doing this until finally falling
asleep due to exhaustion. Sam found the pair of you in the morning asleep
peacefully and couldn’t help but smile. He left you two and went to grab some
things from the pharmacy and some breakfast for when you both woke up. It took
you a couple weeks to get better but with your brother’s help you were back to hunting
in no time. Except Dean would always insist he was the life guard for saving
someone from a lake, from now on.
The park is empty in the rain, lamps looming eerily through the
stormy-dark evening, and Teruki’s sneakers slap across wet sidewalks
as he runs towards an out-of-the-way park bench tucked into the
It’s one thing to get a call from Reigen – the man’s mild tone and
manner of speech as he asked “Have you heard from Mob today?”
made it impossible for Teruki to determine if something was wrong.
Ritsu’s name on his Caller I.D. within the hour, on the other
hand, was enough to light little fires of worry in Teruki’s brain
before he could so much as answer the phone.
brother there? He’s been acting strange since he came home from work
last night, and the
school just called and said he didn’t show up for class today. He
doesn’t have his phone, and I can’t – my powers are still just –
I can’t find him. Is he there with you?”
Teruki was out the door not even a minute later, with barely the
presence of mind to grab a coat.
endless list of favourite movies:mad max: fury road (2015) “I am the one that runs from both the living and the dead. Hunted by scavengers, haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland, reduced to one instinct: s u r v i v e.”