So since Teen wolf is ending i decide to put my top CLASSIC STEREK FANFIC REC
This is fanfics that i always loved, and go way back I think all of then are from 2012-2013? i dont remember the name of all my favs, because i didnt have an ao3 account and was terrible with names, but here it is:
pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s
Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half
of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…
“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“
family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek
seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we
break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”
“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.
- This one was my first long fanfic that i enjeyd, it is so worth it, and fake pretend relantionship
1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at
all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous
instead, like Econ 101.
2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had
promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular
does not respond well to bribes.
3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when
she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with
strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick
of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some
guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.
Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.
- This is just one of the funnist fanfics i ever read
If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he
would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve
probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve
Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
- This one i toke some time to read, because i didnt see stiles was an actor but
it always showed up in rec lists
and i give up and read and OMG it is so great, actor!stiles totally became a headcanon
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t
step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent
or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh,
accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest
Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?
Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get
Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own
time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?
-This fits canon so well that it is amazing, and the speed that
took to post this alway amazed me
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two
biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning
lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right
there in front of the stupid fountain.
If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a
building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot
Fireman as often as humanly possible.“
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding
towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone
from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye
“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of
pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all
times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I
try to use a kitchen appliance.”
When the Sourwolf Candy franchise offers a $10,000
annual scholarship to the school of the winner’s choice, Stiles jumps at
the chance to enter. It doesn’t matter that the other prizes are a day
with one of the Hales and a lifetime supply of Sourwolf Candy. The
sacrifices are worth it, because if there’s one thing that Stiles hates
more than Sourwolf Candy, it’s Derek Hale.
So of course he has to
spend a day with the guy who made the catchphrase ‘Don’t be such a
Sourwolf’ popular: Sourfaced Derek Hale himself. If he doesn’t, he
doesn’t get his scholarship money.
Derek just wants a little sugar. Or a lot of sugar, as the case may be.
A whole case of sugar.
(He stress-eats sugar, ok?)
- Stiles has the biggest crush of the universe, really babe
It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.
and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his
memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also -
everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.)
- First fanfic i ever heard about Mpreg, it is just mentioned, but it was a shock hahah
Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their
burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a
pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.
“Then he’s facing a
burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth
before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep
- he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his
brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over
and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so
he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up. He shoves away his hood
so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr.
Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in
deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and
Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” There’s a
moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and
not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent,
silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes
open and jumping to their feet. “
Ever since the new neighbors moved in, Stiles and Derek had been best
friends for as long as they could remember. Over the years, Stiles fell
in love with the boy next door and watched as his best friend dated,
wishing to be the lucky person who got to say that 'Derek Hale is my
boyfriend’. Alas, he was overlooked and settled for being the best
friend and pined from afar.
- Dorks pinning, but this one is from 2015, so not that old, or is it? hahaha anyway this is really funny and cute
Could you do something with Lance having a drug problem? Idk why I want this but I think it'd be good. Like the gang finding out him smoking weed every so often is just covering up his real addiction.
I was actually planning something similar to this already!
Warning! Explicit and Glorified use of Drugs
Lance took one last toke before licking his fingers and pinching the end before it burnt his lips. He dropped the roach into his bowl that was his makeshift ashtray before picking up one of Hunk’s test trial cookies. They were too hard but Lance didn’t care, he lay onto his back and let the calm wash over him, his worries left him and he didn’t have to think about the war.
It was as though his ind were over taken by a peach coloured haze as a warm blanket shrouded him. It was moment like these when he felt best.
He was paranoid about the door opening, however. He had shoved a towel under the door to stop any smoke from leaking and shoved a weird ornament under to stop anyone trying to get in. He also put a filter over the vent so the smell wouldn’t pass through there as well. He had a room deodorant handy which was really just a water soaked bunch of flowers.
But, he let his worries, his insecurities roll off him in a relaxing drape as he stretched upwards. He had almost boxed the room out and giggled when he felt a nibbling on his foot. He looked down to see a skinny mouse there and he laughed at it. The creature ran up Lance’s body and squeaked loudly in Lances ear.
“Yeah buddy?” Lance said loudly and laughed at the sound of his voice. The mouse grew frustrated as it ran off and through a hole. Lance frowned at the loss of his buddy before shrugging and shutting his eyes, he sunk even further into the blankets of his bed.
He basked in the calmness.
“Lance!” Allura snapped, frustration clear in her voice. Lance jumped at the mention of his name and looked at Allura blearily.
“Yeah?” Lance spoke out nasally and yawned slightly.
Creepypasta #1056: I'm A Janitor At A Fucking Creepy School
Length: Super long
Yeah I know, janitor,
what the fuck. Sounds like the worst job in the world and to be honest, it
really is horrible. The unimaginable things that I’ve had to clean up. How these little kids can expel such utterly vomit inducing
things from their body is beyond me. I’ve pretty much been turned off from ever
having kids ever. Unless I don’t have to clean up after them. Anyway my name
is Brandon, I’m 28 years old and God… I don’t even want to admit this, even
though you’ll probably never meet me but, I still live with my parents. It’s
I take care of three to four schools a day in the Vancouver
area. I start after school ends and finish around midnight. Sometimes I go a
little later depending on my speed and the volume of the task at hand. Usually
I clean up rooms n bathrooms (ugh), mopping and vacuuming all that boring shit. Usually
it’s pretty uneventful but recently some really weird things have been
There’s this one elementary school I just started cleaning.
I won’t say their name for obvious reasons. It’s the final school I hit at the
end of the night. I usually get there at around 10pm and work till midnight or
a little later. This school is pretty small, but there was a weird feeling to
it, a strange energy. I dunno. Like it’s been through things. Seen things. I
hate going there. I used to bring a buddy along but he stopped helping me last
week. He wouldn’t tell me why. He just stopped showing up. He won’t pick up his
phone or text me back, nothing. It was so much better when he was working with
me, but now I’m back alone.
Nothing much has happened to me at the school, except weird
vibes. I always feel like someone is watching me. There are parts of the school
that get cold for no reason. I constantly see things moving in the corner of my
eye. It’s all really fucking creepy but nothing substantial has actually
happened to me, nothing really tangible. That is, until tonight. I’m sitting in
my car right now, at some park far away from the school and I can’t stop
shaking. I’m typing this all up on my phone - I don’t want to forget what
I fucking hope I’m not going crazy.
So I got to the school a little late. It was about 11 pm.
The last school had a huge mess in the girls bathroom. There was shit on the
ceiling. I don’t know how that’s even possible. I start by going
through every classroom, vacuuming and cleaning up spills and stuff. It’s right
at then end of summer here, so it’s still pretty warm.
I was in the last room at the end of a long hallway. It was
kind of a strange room as it was the only one without windows. It felt
different than the other rooms. It was covered up with some ugly yellowish wallpaper that was pretty worn and tearing. You could see the wall underneath it
was dark and grimy. All the other classrooms had painted walls but this was the
only one with this weird wallpaper.
I was on all fours scrubbing this
stupid fucking juice box stain out of the carpet when I heard what I thought
was a child’s voice. I took my ear buds out and turned my ear to the hallway
silently waiting for another sound. Nothing. I figured I was just tripping
balls as I had smoked quite the fatty before I got here (not sure why, I think
it helps calm me down).
So I get back to the stupid fucking stain, scrubbing
like a mother fucker. Fuck it, I could care less. I stand up and walk towards the
door when all the hair on my body stands up. I look around and realize that all
the chairs are on top of the desks. They’re standing on all fours, like they
would if the were on the floor. And I know one hundred percent that they were
all on the floor a second ago. I haven’t vacuumed yet, I didn’t put any of them
on the desks. And if I did I would never stand them like that.