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We’d like to thank everyone who used the services of this blog for the purpose of doing shout outs, showing love and appreciating their favorite creators during the Steter Creators Appreciation Week.

We encourage you to utilize it during other positivity and appreciation events because that’s what this blog is for. But you can send over a sweet message intended for someone no matter the time or occasion.

Maybe we could even come up with our own little shout out/exposure plan for rair pair creators, what do you all say?

Thank you again!

Imagine your OTP
  • Person A: Who would you save when-
  • Person B: Wait, is that THAT question?
  • Person A: Me and your-
  • Person B: Nonononono this is how relationships end, right?
  • Person A: Pancakes are burning?
  • Person B: Oh good, phew. Good. Very good. Wonderful. *wipes sweat off forehead* That was a close call!

Welcome to the rarepairpositivity blog initiative, where all that is said is good and the goal is to spread love.

We’ve all seen posts going around about how little feedback is there for creators these days, more so for the ones that choose to create for smaller ships. We’ve seen people get fed up with it all or get disheartened by it and leave.

Here, we’re of the mind that a single positive message can brighten someone’s mood, keep them afloat when they’re going through hard times and maybe even motivate them to continue with what they’ve been doing.

It’s pretty easy:

Show your favorite Rare Pair writers/artists/supporters just how much you appreciate them by sending in a short message to the rarepairpositivity tumblr. All messages will be posed as images and made anonymous.

With that in mind don’t be afraid to flood us with asks, spread the word and - along with it - all the good vibes.


Day 5- Food/Forest

So for this one I chose Paulina and Tucker because I really don’t like how just completely shallow and sexualized Paulina was in the show and that being her entire character. I also really didn’t like how Tucker’s only character arcs dealt with him being jealous of Danny’s ghost powers and it constantly coming up in the series with no actual resolution but its okay because he becomes mayor???? That STILL baffles me! Anyway these two characters are different but they both have low self esteem and I feel in the right circumstances they could work out.. I guess think like stiles and lydia from teen wolf vibes..idk

anonymous asked:

Hi! I absolutely love your blog, totally my go-to for fics recs <3 Ive been having a pretty bad week and was wondering if you could recommend any Sterek love at first sight fics? Something super fluffy or smutty and filled with happiness please! Love you guys!

I’m sorry about your bad week. Lucky for you we have just the cure! Sterek fluff and smut. - Anastasia

Originally posted by zachypants

First Sight by Saucery

(1/1 I 1,310 I Teen I Sterek I Creeper!Derek)

Derek is either a die-hard romantic or a first-class creep. You decide.


(1/1 I 1,459 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek has to pick up Cora from school. He runs into the sheriff who is there to pick up his own son. Derek meets said son.
AKA Derek and Stiles meet the love of their life in a high school parking lot.

Town Fair by BOLO4Hagatha

(1/1 I 1,872 I Teen I Sterek I High School AU)

AU: 17yrold!Derek sees 15yrold!Stiles for the first time at a town fair. 

Love at first sight? by Sexonfire24

(1/1 I 2,259 I Teen I Sterek)

Jesus fuck okay so I’m a waitress at this restaurant that’s open really late and it’s nearly 1am and this family comes in and I’m so tired that I handed their BLIND SON a menu and he’s like “ah… thank you… I’ll just… read this” in a serious voice and I fucking snorted



I’m In Love With Your Words. by TimeWindow

(1/1 I 2,652 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles was in love with Derek at first sight. Derek was just standing there in the fiction section, looking very seriously at Stiles’ book. Derek nodded to himself, before tucking the book under his arm and walking to the cashier. Stiles was in love.
Problem? Stiles has a girlfriend, and Derek has a fiancee.

Allies by gallusanonymus

(1/1 I 2,843 I Teen I Sterek I Soulmate)

Derek is being forced to marry. He thinks he won’t find his soulmate.
As you may guess, he falls in love at first sight

A bond between souls knows no bounds by cadalinda

(1/1 I 3,722 I Teen I Sterek I Soulmate)

If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?

There’s a cup with his name on it by hellodickspeight

(1/1 I 5,288 I Teen I Sterek I Soulmate AU)

The sight before him is breathtaking. Wide opened whiskey eyes searching above his head, pink lips slightly parted, tongue wetting them as he considers his choice, messy brown hair sticking in every direction, moles dotting a pale skin, Derek can’t wait to ask for his name.

A soulmate AU where people have the first name of their soulmates written on their body.

Teardrops on My Guitar by hazelNuts

(1/1 I 3,895 I Teen I Sterek I Musician!Derek)

anonymous asked, “100% straight! rockstar derek hale falls insanely in love & lust with a gorgeous, amber eyed boy, standing all alone in the middle of a gas station, at first sight ..”

Derek is pining and being an idiot. As usual, it’s up to Erica to clean up her friend’s mess and track down the object of the pine-fest.

Maybe by MellytheHun 

(1/1 I 11,474 I Explicit I Sterek I Infidelity)

Tumblr Prompt:

my fave overheard on campus moment of all time was the two guys who sat behind me in pop culture theory

as class was starting one of them was like “so… do you want a blowjob after this” in a rly bored voice, and then the second guy was like [pause][dejected sigh] “yes”

Politics of a Scandal by qhuinn (tekla)

(1/1 I 17,097 I Explicit I Sterek I Scandal AU)

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.


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.

The Royal Omega by iamfrenchy

(10/10 I 22,602 I Explicit I Sterek I ABO)

When Stiles presents as the first omega in almost 50 years he gets shoved into a life he didn’t expect to ever experience. When Stiles shows up at the palace he didn’t expect to steal the heart of the Prince by just standing there!

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are soulmates and they’re quite the rare pair.


Character: Kira Yukimura
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Setting: Canon-adjacent soul-mate rare pairs AU; alternatively, the Clock Opera AU
For: @dominicsherwod​ HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you’re such a pleasure and thus this installment is extra for you
Note: I tried to describe a coming of age ceremony of mixed cultures, but as I am not Korean or Japanese myself, if I’ve made any mistakes please shoot me a message.


                                               focus. / blur


Kira gets her mark at six.

It had been partially cloudy that day, and she had just gotten her first “boyfriend,” as she called him, was allowed to watch her favorite Disney movie and have her favorite dessert after dinner. And crawling into bed, her father had read to her before bed this time—her favorite book about a mischievous mouse wanting a cookie—and the whole day had been just great!

She awakes screaming that night, startling her parents out of bed in the early morning to come running and see their little girl with tears streaming down her face and writhing in pain.

“It burns! It burns!”

They see that she’s holding her slightly chubby left bicep, just above her elbow. Minutes later, a throbbing little reddened symbol could be seen stamped into her milky skin.

Her father turns on the bedside lamp as her mother cradles Kira in her lap, the girl still weeping. The mark is a three sectioned box underneath an accent mark, they see, something Kira could fit on all three of her little fingers. She thinks it looks like a three-drawer dresser.

The next day Kira wants to skip school. Her father sticks a Band-Aid to the back of her arm and presses a kiss to the covered scar as he carries her Hello Kitty book bag on one shoulder. She isn’t allowed to miss school, wipes her tears, and puts on a brave face.

There’s a celebration thrown four weeks later arranged by her mother. Kira’s relatives flood into their little home baring flowers, perfume, and gifts, and taking up all the seating places and lawn room. Kira is dressed in a hanbok, pinned because she hasn’t yet grown into it fully. A related elderly pinches her cheeks. She posses for family pictures. She’s offered treats and sweets, anything she desires.

This spontaneous celebration is for her.

More precisely, it’s for her scar.

Her mark.

“This is very important,” an aunt tells her and Kira’s mother, Noshiko, looks on, fondly. “I’m so blessed to be able to see her take this milestone. This is a very wonderful occasion.”

“It doesn’t feel wonderful,” Kira spoke and her mother pinches her unmarked arm in punishment.

A celebration is thrown for Kira as it nears her seventh birthday—a sort of coming-of-age, if you will, that’s lumped together along with all of this. The dinner table is cluttered with rice cakes, noodle soup, sujunggwa, and the same skin lotion and bath crystals as her mother that Kira admired. And Kira is washed in cold water, per her mother’s request who also gave her omamori amulets, and charms written with jusa to ward off misfortune and malevolent spirits are stuck all along the walls and one on Kira’s forehead, and she’s told to hold a set of beads in her hands. Kira is spoiled from sun up to sun down.

She doesn’t need the Band-Aid anymore, and sometimes she rubs her tiny fingers over her mark, feeling the indent of the symbol in her skin, the redness and swelling having gone down by now. It’s nude-colored and intricately, delicately carved into her ivory skin that she can only get a good glimpse of through a mirror.

Kira is given a celebration for this milestone she’s just reached in life.

She couldn’t care less about it.


When Kira is twelve, she’s asked out on her first date by a boy who’s favorite color is blue and who collects Jordan and Nike sneakers. His name had been David-something. He broke her heart by next year once getting his own mark that wasn’t assigned to her.

Noshiko has never liked any of Kira’s boyfriends.

There was the first, David, that hadn’t lasted more than a year anyway, but that isn’t the point. Following, there had been the redhead Sam, a baseball player named Zach, and a Carlos, and Dante the aspiring singer. They were all either “not right.” Or, “there’s something fishy about him.” Or, their dirty, deceptive little puberty-induced secret was found out before Kira knew.

She hasn’t had many boyfriends—most had just been not exactly official, anyway, but that wasn’t important. The mark is supposed to help you find your one; it’s supposed to act as a sort of detector in a way. And Kira has seen it happen, the alleged magical strings of fate align firsthand. She’s seen couples abruptly form in school hallways and in grocery store check-out lines. The mark is supposed to buzz when you’re near that special someone, whoever they may be. The invisible strings are said to tighten and jerk in unforgiving fascination toward the direction of your other.

And it sounds nice, in theory: Kira meets boys, dates a few, but there’s always something that doesn’t quite fit right about them, and the emotions of infatuation dissolves in smoke.

At home, Kira twists her arm around to see her mark in the mirror, her reflection still hazy from condensation from a shower. She wonders why she has been given this one. This specific shape, and if of any importance, in this specific location. She wonders what it means.


At sixteen, Kira and her family move to California when her father is given a new teaching job.

There had been the typical defiance the teen exempted, the panic and sorrow of knowing that she is going to lose all her friends and leave life as she knows it behind. She had just made the Honor Roll and was invited to a party in the next two weeks and now all the possible affects of these occasions will be lost down the gutter.

Kira groans and lets her forehead fall into her comforters. Her mother reassures that it will be for the best—of course Kira doesn’t believe her. She hates change, and this is the worst kind. She had been just fine back at her old school where she knew people and was comfortable and she was adjusted. At this new California school, she’s going to be the oddball out, the kooky new girl, and she’s sure her father was going to embarrass her in some way or another.

Which he does.

“Morning everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura, and I’ll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I’m sure by now you all know my daughter, Kira. Or, you might not since she’s never actually mentioned anyone from school…or brought home a friend for that matter.”

And there is a large thunk in the back of the classroom, Kira’s forehead connecting loudly with her desk.

“Either way—there she is.”


Beacon Hills High doesn’t prove to be too bad. The kids don’t gawk at her, and there isn’t much intimidating or peer pressure, and there isn’t much holding her back from talking and speaking up except for her insecurities and second guessing, her lacking of self-confidence and social anxiety. Though, positively, there’s some cute guys here which she doesn’t mind at all. Nor does she mind watching them practice out on the football or lacrosse field. In fact, they’re in her father’s history class—

There is one is in her father’s history class.

Besides being the lone new girl and struggling to make friends, one of Kira’s conflicting hindrances is that the mark on the back of her upper left bicep hasn’t stopped trembling, demanding, and making her want to go, pulling her to hurry to some unknown location, to some ending point, to find some person. And it provides a problem when she can’t fully concentrate on her work, when she’s daydreaming to waltz up to a random stranger like a lovelorn young schoolgirl.

No, not problem—dilemma. This is a terrible, crucial misfortune.

At first she thinks she knows what it meant, who her mark could belong to—it had kept her from good night’s rest since—and so when she finally voices it over dinner one night, she had only been hoping for validation, approval. She knows what the mark means and what it is for anyway, her mother describing her own numerous ones that have been tattooed over, which are all now blackened and scabbed beneath.

Kira gives a vague disclosure that her mark is pointing to someone her father teaches. She doesn’t tell anything else. Partially because she doesn’t know how.

It happened on her first day of history class.

There is a cute guy in Kira’s class who catches her attention. Her neck rubber-banding for second glances whenever he passes, her chest clenching with anxiety, suspense. He’s a boy who is tall and lean and lively. He’s overzealous, running on undying AA batteries, and highlighter marks staining his fingers. He has wristwatch alarms for the morning and he never seems to have a pen when needs it. He’s sandpapered edges and coffee brown hair and skin stars. He was the first to talk to her in this class—albeit, because he misplaced his marker case—but there’s no way it could be anything but arbitrary; it’s no way it could be him. Because they exchanged names and bashful teenage smiles and it’s far too picturesque. Even though, Kira’s eyes light up. There is a comforting, blissful premonition of perpetuity and utter, complete entirety that courses through her, and it’s then that she finally comprehends the words her mother explained about the fulfillment of finding your match. Even though it’s too coincidental and identical to a romantic novel for her liking that it couldn’t, mustn’t be true.

And she thinks as much. Because when his friend enters, Skin-stars’ affection is turned off like a flip-switch—no hesitation and no second glances. It isn’t him. It can’t be. It isn’t realistic and had only been wishful. Kira knows it isn’t real. Because she sees the way Skin-stars’ attention rubber bands to his friend, and then she sees the way he looks at that girl in his English class, the one with red hair and cherry lips.

She sees, and scratches at her mark, all of a sudden irksome and infuriated.

She’s certain it wasn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

It wasn’t him.

It can’t.

Kira rubs a hand over her mark, an absentminded motion as she watches Skin-stars and his friend pass by in the halls, watches from her locker sometimes in the morning and from the back of her father’s class. It isn’t on purpose that she just so happens to be in the same place as the two guys so much—this school isn’t small and has many students so this could possibly be confused as unintended stalking, she thinks. She dreads. But that isn’t the point! And neither is it helping her.

Kira goes to the library to research for a project…and hears whispering the next aisle over. Removing one of the encyclopedias, she spies Stiles Stilinski hissing urgently and wildly gesturing—he always gestures so animatedly, and she smiles because it’s quite cute, actually—to a voice that sounds like Scott’s, the other’s friend conjoined at the hip.

Stiles abruptly freezes, then his head snaps around. And Kira doesn’t wait to see if he’s spotted her, quickly reshelving the book and bucking out of the library. She’s the new girl here and couldn’t afford getting a terrible reputation already, especially one of being a Peeping Tom.

Her eyes squeeze shut. Her ears burn pink.

|| continue reading on ao3 ||

«Teen Wolf AU» Lydia Martin’s life is turned upside down when her girlfriend, Cora, is murdered right in front of her. But, when she returns 3 days later, it seems like a miracle. Well, if you don’t count the blood lust, bright red eyes, and allergy to sunlight. Angry and confused, the two spend their nights searching for answers (and, in Cora’s case, food) in the dense forests of Beacon Hills.

Don’t you want to claim my body like a vandal/You’ve got the cure underneath your shirt/Don’t you want to save this dirty little damsel?

Rare Pairs November: 1/???

A sort-of quick one of some other babies! Problem is my Erica song, for SURE. If hot interracial werewolf sex isn’t a thing that makes your skirt fly up, how are we even friends?