(1/3) “I knew nothing about the guerrillas before I joined them. The only thing I knew was that they lived better than me. I grew up on a farm in a rural area. We were very poor. My mother abandoned our family so I had to take care of my younger siblings. My father was a good man, but he didn’t give me any liberties. He didn’t let me go to town. He didn’t let me go to school. He didn’t let me have a boyfriend. I wanted freedom, and the guerrillas seemed like my only way out. They used to drive by our farm in their jeeps. They seemed powerful. Even the women wore camouflage. One day the guerrillas stopped by our farm to buy some chickens, and I told them I wanted to join. I was only thirteen years old. They told me to meet them at a certain spot at 5 AM the next morning. I didn’t even say ‘goodbye’ to my father. They told me that I was never allowed to speak to my family again.”
“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)
Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.
(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.)
It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.
And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.
(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)
The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.
Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.
Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.
Lucky for him, one copy is enough.
Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.
For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.
Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.
Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.
I've already asked for so many things but I suck at like actually looking for stuff :(. Do you know any fics that consists of Sterek + Hale Pack? Those honestly are my favorites au and fics. Thanks so much for the help 💖
I’m assuming you mean alive hale family. That’s one of my fave AUs so even if you’re not that’s the list I’m making! - Anastasia
“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.
“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”
“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”
He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked.
He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies.
When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk.
I know this is a bit vague (sorry!) but would you please write a oneshot where Derek discovers the Reader is his anchor and soulmate and he doesn’t know how to tell her. But he suddenly becomes even more possessive and protective of her which the reader notices and so she asks him? Thanks!
“Hey, (Y/N)? Do you, maybe, want to go to dinner with me?” Derek asked. He had been following you around a lot lately and was currently following you around your apartment as you were throwing clothes and shoes, trying to get ready.
“When, Derek?” You asked as you threw another shoe behind you, Derek cautiously dodging it.
“Tonight?” He suggested and you giggled.
“I can’t tonight, have you heard a thing I’ve told you the past hour?” You laughed, “I’m going out with Stiles and Scott tonight.
Hi, Saori! I see you blog a lot about Sterek and I was wondering if you read fanfiction too? If yes, can you rec me some fics to read? If not, can you recommend a blog that you think recs good fics? I find your taste in Larry fics similar to mine and I was hoping you can do the same with Sterek as well. Thank you!
Oh boy, honestly I have no idea what to say, I’m just glad that not everybody’s fed up with my Sterek spams (probably a lot of people are but oh well) :D
As of my recs, I usually don’t do it cuz I’m always anxious I’ll rec something the other doesn’t like, but since you asked so nicely here are some of my faves:
For once the pack doesn’t panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully
sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the
supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox.
Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human
member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started
once learning who the man wanted…
I’ve read this like, how many times? Way too many to be healthy? Seems accurate. And I’m totally not re-reading it again, nope.
Baking My Way Into Your Heart
Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully
scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced
with someone new.
This fic changed my life tbh.
As Luck Would
Have It (I’m already smitten)
(188k, WIP) -
When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the
cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were
thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden
swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the
front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from
When I see the e-mail I shut down and
don’t even look up until I finished reading the update. It’s by far the
most exciting fic I’ve read, and I read A LOT.
Do Not Go Gentle
(108k, WIP) - Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha, is thrown into a dark
cell which already contains another captive. Someone quite young.
Someone who’s clearly been badly treated. Someone who cannot speak and
who has a cruel collar around his neck.Derek is both a Dom and an Alpha. What do you think he’ll do?
Same with this. Mondays can’t come fast enough. Dark, but worth it for me.
(160k, WIP) - January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.The
bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it
blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given
opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears
and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some
snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?
You can’t even imagine what this fic does to me. It’s everything.
Word Count~ 3165 Rating~ NSFW Warnings~ Teasing, Safe Sex, Handcuffs, Dirty Talk Pairings~ Stiles x Female!Reader A/N~ HEYYY! We hit 1k WOOOOO~! Just wanted to say thank you for what you guys have done. I love you all so very much. Tumblr is great WOOP WOOP! Self-promo~Instagram: @might.be.lily Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins Comment a blue heart for a follow back Request~Anonymous said: Can you do a stiles imagine where you do a bet seeing who can last the longest without sex. You try teasing him and eventually he gives in and smut at the end?
requested: can you write something based on Shawn’s song patience?
pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes
word count: 2,095
a/n: patience is my favorite song by Shawn, thank you so much for requesting this, I teared up while writing it! Of course it’s based off of patience, but I found another great song to listen to while reading this is Waves by Dean Lewis. tell me what y’all think!
A/N: Hello everyone! I’m back with my entry for @simons-thirst-squad‘s ABC Challenge! This is my first time writing a fic with Simon as the main character, and he’s getting quite frisky with the reader in his Jeep. No plot here folks, only smut. ;)
You found yourself being jolted awake to the sound of the car door opening. Even with your blurred gaze from the sleep seeds in your eyes, you recognized the figure that hoisted himself into the driver’s seat next to you in the inky darkness of the night. Simon gave you a lopsided grin as he looked down at you, curled up into a ball with your face pressed against the glass of the passenger’s side door.
“Morning sleepyhead,” he chuckled as he reached over and gripped your thigh, playfully shaking your leg to wake you up.
You stifled a laugh and swatted his hand away. You were never good at staying awake during all-nighter runs. Thankfully, being Simon’s girlfriend gave you a few perks, one being that he let you sleep in his mammoth sized Jeep until the crew set out again in the morning.
Here it is - the entry for @sterek-bingo I’ve been most excited to post! I really, really enjoyed writing this one and just had so much fun with it, so I’m really glad that the theme came up on day 3.
This story was written for the Friends To Lovers square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).
The One Where Everyone Ships It
Stiles doesn’t notice when it’s
Scott, because Scott has a habit of being weird about things. That is, after
all, one of the reasons they’re such good friends. So when Scott spends about
half an hour chewing his bottom lip in the front seat of the Jeep when Stiles
has dropped him home, Stiles just figures that whatever he’s trying to get out
is something to do with Kira. Frankly, he doesn’t really want to know; Scott
has never understood the meaning of the term overshare.
“Scotty,” he says patiently. “Spit it
Scott gives him an awkward sidelong
glance. “Um,” he says, and then stops. He takes a deep breath; Stiles waits
with his eyebrows raised. “Do you think Derek is happy in the pack, now that
he’s not the Alpha anymore?”
Obviously, he’s bottled out of
telling Stiles whatever Kira-thing he’d been thinking, and picked on the first
subject that he could think of. Stiles rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he says.
“I like Derek,” Scott says.
Stiles frowns at him. “Um, duh?”
They all like Derek; he and Stiles are oddly good friends these days.
Okay, maybe not technically an MB, this a CJ2-no A. Only 45 CJ2′s were built and they were based off the MB body and grill but were stamped JEEP on the windshield and hood where the CJ2A would have WILLYS. The inset picture shows the tailgate and the spare tire mounted before the rear wheel, which was an early CJ2 feature.
According to Wiki, of the 45 CJ2′s built, only 9 are known to have survived with only 1 restored.
Stiles calls Derek “baby” one time, and exactly one time only. It goes a little like the time he clasped a hand to Derek’s shoulder in the front seat of the jeep only three years previously. Derek levels him with the same incredulous look of stunned disbelief as he did then.
AN: I don’t even know what this is lol and clearly my thoughts are scattered
Shawn Mendes is a danger zone and you wish you could go back and stop the storm from tearing you apart.
Peoples voices grew low when he walked by and the freshman girls squirmed and fanned their faces. He walked with his chest out and that smile. He never let it fall.
It wasn’t only because he sang in choir or played on the hockey team. It wasn’t only because he picked up girls in his Jeep and took them on dates that could only be described as a dream. It wasn’t only the way he played guitar, or the obsession with Harry Potter that he kept behind closed doors.
It was the way he laughed at your dumb jokes, and the way he grabbed your hand when you tried leaving that night. It was the smell of his skin and the box of your things he left on your doorstep. It was the letter in your mailbox apologizing for everything that went wrong.
It was the fact that you were in love with him, but you were too afraid to let him back in. Because he started talking to those girls again. He started working out more and taking any opportunity he had to post a shirtless picture. It was the winks you caught from across the hall, but they weren’t for you.
But he tried, right? He apologized. He wrote a damn letter pouring out his heart. He sent texts and left voicemails until he couldn’t leave anymore. When they stopped, you listened to every single one. And every single one made the pain in your heart radiate through your entire body.
He tried for weeks. He didn’t drive girls out to the water. His smile dropped and his guitar collected dust in the corner of his room. But he kept the pictures of you on his phone. Shawn tried not to look. He tried to delete them, but it never worked.
Maybe you made him a danger zone. You took away all the sweetness and replaced it with a tough shell that someone would have to break through. But it’s not fair to blame yourself. Hell, we all have walls. We all meet someone who leaves us damaged and distraught, wondering if we’ll recover.
Warning: NSFW 18+, swearing and people insulting each other (just in case that would offend someone), Angry and asshole Stiles
Please let me know what you thought of the story it would mean the
world to me and it would help me improve my writing. I apologize for the
spelling, as english is not my first language.
(Y/N) comes back to Beacon Hills after leaving 2 years ago. Only scott
knows why she left and he swore not to tell a single soul. Stiles is
still very angry at her and acting like a jerk, so she confronts him
was 2 am as you sneaked out of the Mccall house, holding a bottle of
jack. Everybody had been sound asleep for a while by then, but you
couldn’t close your eyes knowing that Stiles hated you so much. Your
hair and clothes were soaked from the rain that had been pouring down on
beacon hills. You were drunk and you knew what you had to do next.
you got to the painfully familiar house you noticed that only the blue
jeep was parked in the driveway. You stood in the heavy rain, gulping
down the strong liquor. Your vision was blurry from the tears and you
could barely stand because of all the alcohol you had drank that night.
were looking at the house, trying to brush off the stupidest idea that
you ever had. Without thinking, you threw the bottle as far as you
could. It made a loud crash and shattered into a thousand little pieces
as you fell to the ground. You were sobbing hard, when you saw someone
open the front door and walk towards you. ‘’WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING?’’ He grabbed you by the harm and helped you get up. You both
walked towards his house. He closed the door and led you to his bedroom.
He pulled a shirt and a pair of sweatpants and put them on his bed and
left the room without saying a thing.
About five minutes later,
he knocked on the door. ‘’(Y/N), can I come in?’’ You opened the door
and let him in. He handed you a towel as you looked at him with a
confused expression. ‘’It’s for your hair’’ He said gesturing to the
droplets of water falling onto the floor. ‘’Yeah don’t worry they are
going to get wet again when I’m gonna walk back to my house’’ you said,
struggling to find your words. You both stood there and looked around ,
trying to avoid making eye contact. He looked at your bare legs and
raised an eyebrow. ‘’First of all, you are not walking back to your
house in that weather, especially not in that state mrs Jack Daniels’’
he said gesturing towards you. ‘’ Second of all, if you were to go back
home, you’d probably want to put pants on.’’ He said with a grin on his
It had been so long since he had smiled at you. “Well, what
if I don’t wanna put pants on huh?” You said in a surprisingly
seductive tone. “Alright then little exhibitionist, let’s go to sleep.”
He said pushing you towards his bed with his hand against your back.
“What, already? We’re just starting to have fun!” You turned around and
lifted his shirt playfully. His expression darkened as he grabbed you by
the wrist and removed your hand from his shirt. His grasp was becoming
painful. “Stop it (y/n). Okay? Stop it because keeping you from freezing
to death out in the rain is one thing, but giggling and having sex
is-j-I just can’t okay?” Before you had time to wince, he let go of your
arm and grabbed your hand to lead you to his bed. You laid down and
pulled the sheets. “Stay, please stay with me Stiles. Just for one night
I want us to be as close as we were before you said- before that night”
you felt a tear running down your cheek as you stared into his whiskey
eyes. He didn’t say a word. He just turned around and left the room
without looking at you.
After staring at the wall for a couple of
minutes, you got up and ran downstairs to tell him everything. The
living room was dark but you could still see a silhouette laying on the
couch. “I loved you” You stayed in the dark, tears streaming down your
face. A scream escaped his lips as he jumped and fell off the couch. He
got up and turned the lights on. “Damn it (y/n)! Never. Ever do that
again.” He was still breathing heavily and wore an annoyed look on his
Your eyes trailed down as you realised he wasn’t wearing a
shirt, or pants for that matter. The tension in the room raised as
inched closer towards you. You closed the distance between the two of
you as you grabbed his neck and pulled him so his lips were pressed
against yours. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled your body closer
to his. His other hand was tangled in your hair. He licked your lips,
asking for entrance. You gladly granted him access, as his soft tongue
slipped into your mouth. His hands were roaming your body, as if he
couldn’t bear the thought of not touching you.
You pulled away,
gasping for air, while he jumped at the occasion to kiss you neck. You
knew it was going to leave bruises, but couldn’t care less as you were
too desperate to feel his lips against your skin. His hands moved from
your ass to the back of your tights to lift you up. You jumped and
wrapped your legs around his waist for support.
He kissed you
deeply again as he carried you to his kitchen. “What. About. Your. Dad?”
You asked, breathing heavily. “Working the night shift.” He said as he
sat you on the counter. He pulled your shirt over your head and
reconnected his lips with your nipple while he was throwing the piece of
fabric across the room, not wanting to lose any time. He slid his hands
inside your panties and ran two fingers down your slit, making you
moan. “You’re so wet (y/n)” He groaned deeply as you took his length out
of his boxers and pumped it a few times.
You pushed him back and
jumped off the counter. You got to your knees, staring devilishly into
his eyes. “I wanna taste you so bad Stiles.” He closed his eyes and
pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, as you licked the precum off
his tip. He grabbed your hair tighter when you took him all in. “Fuck”
his voice was deep and raspy, which made you moan. Your rhythm got
faster as he was now the one setting the pace. His thrusts were getting
sloppy and he was grabbing onto your hair tightly. A moan escaped his
lips as you felt a warm liquid spill in your mouth. You swallowed it and
licked him clean.
He helped you get up and turned you around,
pressing you against the cold counter. “Wow. Who could have known you
were such a bad girl?” He was talking into your ear while sliding your
panties down your legs. He slipped two fingers in your warmth and pumped
them in and out a few times “You know I’ve thought so much about
tasting your sweet pussy. It drove me mad” You watched him through the
corner of your eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked
them clean. “Shit i’m so not disappointed. You taste ever better than I
imagined princess.” The way he talked to you made you so horny, you
could feel the wetness dripping down your legs.
“I would eat you,
but instead I think I should fuck you until you scream. You know how I
love to make you cum don’t you princess?” He pumped his length and then
grabbed your hips as he teased your entrance. “Please Stiles. Please
fuck me hard.” His hand came down on your ass, leaving a red mark and a
stinging sensation. “Well look at that, aren’t you a naughty girl? We
should go up to my room, I think my princess deserves some punishment
for being such a bad girl.”
Once you were in his room, he led you
to his bed and told you to stay there. A few minutes later, he came in
with metal cuffs in his hand. He looked at you with a smirk as you laid
on your back with your hands against the headboard. You bit your lip as
he clicked one of the two metal pieces tightly around your wrist. He
interlaced it around the headboard and his smirk faded, leaving his face
with a blank expression. He clicked it around your other wrist. “Now
you’re gonna know how I felt” That was all he said before getting off of
you and leaving the room.