#Sterek A-Z

[riahreadz]

My Roman Empire is when Noah gives that look (the I'm your dad I know everything look) towards Stiles and calmly states that he knew Stiles would end up with Derek. Knew that Stiles would always put his own life on the line for Derek, Peter, Eli, and Cora because Stiles was just always better and happier around the Hales. Cause there has always been something about the Hales that calmed Stiles.

[nicanorramosullola]

Like this post and I’ll follow. Here are my interests:

Naruto Shippuden/Boruto

Mariah Carey

One Piece

Kelly Clarkson

Bleach

Drake

Pokémon

Final fantasy

Digimon

Harvest moon

Teen wolf

Sterek

50 Cent

The Orville

Ariana Grande

The 100

Dragon Ball /Z/Kai/GT

Chainsaw man

Attack on Titan

Black Clover

My Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Star Wars

[lioniheart]

edwardshundredyearoldspunk, now that I thought abt it, you're 100% correct

There's nothing more millennial than 2010-2015 Dylan O'Brien

This is the most millennial core paragraph I think I've ever read, actually

[noyzinerd]

I feel like Stiles and I share the unique trait of shamelessly enjoying our hobbies without embarrassment (which I highly recommend trying, by the way, it's very freeing).

I'd love to see a Sterek fic of Stiles emitting the same vibe as all these times I startled a laugh out of people (and/or became instantly endearing by just refusing to feel ashamed):

Stranger: What are you looking at?

Me: Teen Wolf fanfiction.

Stranger: *startled laugh* W-what?!

Me: What? Am I supposed to be embarrassed? I'm married in my 30s. Who do I have to impress?

-----

Me, after finding where I placed my phone: Oop, wouldn't want anyone finding that.

Acquaintance: Ooooooo~ why? 😏 Are you hiding something?

Me: No. I just have a lot of porn on there.

Acquaintance: *shocked laughter*

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[After 6 hours of silently listening to our permitted music at work]

New Gen Z coworker: Hey, what do you think about when you listen to music?

Me: Naruto fight scenes.

Coworker: *horrified wheeze* How can you just say that? I mean, yeah, we all think it, but you're not allowed to just say it out loud! That's how you get S.W.A.T-ted.

Me: Don't be jealous.

Coworker: I am, actually.

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Stiles being sarcastic and witty is great and all, but Stiles answering honestly in complete deadpan I feel like is so much funnier.

Plus, the thought of Stiles startling a laugh out of Derek by just unapologetically living fearlessly gives my brain the happy chemicals.

[the-alpha-ursae-minoris]

it is a very particular experience the one of being part of an "old" fandom as a gen z kid.

like i'm reading 2013 sterek right now. Its a nice fic. Not that old you might say (it was 11 years ago). Nothing have changed that much you might say.

Yes it has. Tell me why they're going on a date and derek just appeared wearing a BLAZER ??? with padded shoulders ???? with a v-neck white shirt underneath ???? With the "V" so low that you can see chest hair ???????? And he looks like "sex on leg" ????????????????????????????????????

god take me down if i'm lying i'm picturing the man like this i cant :

(This is a french meme so fake laughing or i will be offended) (this post was made on october third, 2024 - i cant wait to laugh at myself in 10 years when this will be peek fashion)

[emostudent]

TEEN WOLF BRAINROT

so, i've been rewatching teen wolf bc apparently netflix hates us europeans and it will be removed on may 31st and here are a few of my opinions TM

scott is actually a very good main character. listen, i got into this fandom when i was older, so i probably don't understand why there is this trend of hating scott, but he's a valid MC! he shows an example of positive masculinity that is honestly so refreshing to see in modern media: he's kind, compassionate, always optimistic but not stupidly so, has an amazing relationship with his mum AND his friends, he's not afraid to show emotions and cry. honestly a very healthy, albeit traumatised, young man. yes, he did stupid stuff for the girl he liked, and yes he misjudged a few situations, but please, remind me, how old is he supposed to be? 16? 17? 18? yeah. i did worse things at his age.

scott and stiles come from working class families!!! they have money problems!! it's honestly so refreshing to see teenagers discuss money in a supernatural/fantasy tv show. it doesn't usually happens and I've found it refreshing because it's something that usually happen between irl teenagers.

i don't get sterek. really, really don't. maybe it's bc i've watched the show through a gen z lens (meaning the media and the culture (read: THE INTERNET) when i watched the show were influenced more by gen z than millennials' values) but i really don't get it. and the age difference makes me uncomfortable. (same thing with parrish and lydia, SHE'S A MINOR DUDE, there's a reason people don't like cops istg) SOMEONE EXPLAIN STEREK TO ME PLEASE

in fics stiles and scott's personalities are often swapped: stiles is the caring one, the pack mum, scott is the one with homicidal tendencies. like, my dudes, the fact that scott is a GOOD person through and through is the reason he's a true alpha. also the reason we, as viewers, like stiles is bc he's sarcastic and more morally ambiguous than scott (not really, but you get it, he cares more about himself and his immediate friends, the others can die, scott instead want to save everyone period), it's like taking away the thing that makes stiles stiles

malia and stiles were SO cute, i didn't expect to like them so much, but when they broke up my heart shattered

stydia is everything i want in a ship and i will not accept any criticism on it, it's literally one of the only straight ships i like. you have the slowburn, the malewife x girlboss trope, the he fell first but she fell harder, the mutual pining. it literally checks all of my boxes

isaac was such a cool character and he and scott had an amazing dynamic, like come on, they had something going on between them

kira is a badass. that's it, that's the comment. i like her so much

derek's development is one of the best. i couldn't stand him in season 1, but in s4 he became one of my favourite characters. but i think this has more to do with the fact that they aged him up? he was supposed to be in his early 20s in s1, but then they aged him up in s3? well, anyway, i liked how he literally wised up, stepping into the role of a teacher and guide instead of a leader, it suits him so much better (and i'm sure it's less stressful)

peter is such a charmingly evil bastard. i hate him, but i love him at the same time.

thiam is the best ship in the show, i don't care if it's canon or not. i've read airplanes, it's canon to me

we would've liked (simped for) s5 theo more if he had the same haircut he had in 6b. he was just stupidly hot.

allison and lydia should've kissed and so malia and kira. give me my wlw couples.

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Index

Note:

All pairing names in here doesn't indicate the top & bottom. Please read the tags on each fanfictions to confirm that.

A

Aokaga (Aomine Daiki x Kagami Taiga from Kuroko no Basket)

Asadai (Azumane Asahi x Sawamura Daichi from Haikyuu!!)

Atsuhina (Miya Atsumu x Hinata Shouyou from Haikyuu!!)

B

Bokuaka (Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji from Haikyuu!!)

Bokuatsu (Bokuto Koutaro x Miya Atsumu from Haikyuu!!)

Buddie (Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1)

C

Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnserr from X-Men)

D

Daisuga (Sawamura Daichi x Sugawara Koushi from Haikyuu!!)

E

Endhawks (Todoroki Enji/Endeavor x Takami Keigo/Hawks from Boku no Hero Academia)

F

G

Geraskier (Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier from The Witcher)

Gladnis (Gladiolus Amicitia x Ignis Scientia from Final Fantasy XV)

H

I

Iwaoi (Iwaizumi Hajime x Oikawa Tooru from Haikyuu!!)

J

Jasico (Jason Grace x Nico di Angelo from Rick Riordan's series)

Jaytim (Jason Todd x Tim Drake from Batman series)

K

Kiribaku (Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki from Boku no Hero Academia)

Klance (Keith Kogane x Lance McClain from Voltron)

Kurodai (Kuroo Tetsurou x Sawamura Daichi from Haikyuu!!)

Kuroken (Kuroo Tetsurou x Kozume Kenma from Haikyuu!!)

L

Leverage OT3 (Eliot Spencer x Parker x Alec Hardison from Leverage series)

M

Makorin (Tachibana Makoto x Matsuoka Rin from Free!)

Miyacest (Miya Atsumu x Miya Osamu from Haikyuu!!)

Miyuchrisawa (Miyuki Kazuya x Takigawa Chris Yuu x Sawamura Eijun from Diamond no Ace)

Miyusawa (Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun from Diamond no Ace)

N

O

P

Promptio (Prompto Argentum x Gladiolus Amicitia from Final Fantasy XV)

Q

R

S

Sanegen (Shinazugawa Sanemi x Shinazugawa Genya from Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Shance (Shirogane Takashi x Lance McClain from Voltron)

Shibahiro (Shiba Tougo x Rokuhira Chihiro from Kagurabachi)

Solangelo (Will Solace x Nico di Angelo from Rick Riordan's series)

Soumako (Yamazaki Sousuke x Tachibana Makoto from Free!)

Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale from Teen Wolf)

Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes from MCU)

Sukufushi (Ryomen Sukuna x Fushiguro Megumi from Jujutsu Kaisen)

Sukugo (Ryomen Sukuna x Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen)

Superbat (Superman/Clark Kent x Batman/Bruce Wayne from DC universe)

T

Tiger & Bunny (Kotetsu T. Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr. from Tiger and Bunny)

U

Ushihina (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Hinata Shouyou from Haikyuu!!)

Ushikuro (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Kuroo Tetsurou from Haikyuu!!)

Ushiten (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Tendou Satori from Haikyuu!!)

V

Viktuuri (Viktor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri from Yuuri on Ice)

W

Wiccling (Wiccan/Billy Kaplan x Hulkling/Teddy Altman from Marvel universe)

X

Y

Z

[film-in-my-soul]

New Prompt Game Ahead!

Send me a letter and a ship from below, and I'll write a little ficlet (300-1k words) with the two. Simple as that. Once a letter is gone, it'll be marked off. Letter info and filled links below the cut. [These will be cross-posted to AO3... probably]

Available Ships:

Hangman/Rooster (Top Gun: Maverick)

Iceman/Maverick (Top Gun)

Steve/Bucky (Captain America)

Dean/Castiel (Supernatural)

Stiles/Derek (Teen Wolf)

Steve/Eddie (Stranger Things)

INBOX

A = Aftercare

B = Body part

C = Cum

D = Dirty secret - Stucky

E = Experience

F = Favorite position

G = Goofy

H = Hair - Icemav

I = Intimacy

J = Jack off 

K = Kink - Sterek

L = Location

M = Motivation

N = No - Icemav

O = Oral

P = Pace

Q = Quickie - Steddie

R = Risk

S = Stamina - Hangster

T = Toys - Icemav

U = Unfair - Icemav

V = Volume

W = Wild card

X = X-ray - Stucky

Y = Yearning - Hangster

Z = Zzz

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (11-17 Feb 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😠 A Damsel in Distress (PG Wodehouse) - via Serial Reader app; hadn't read before. mostly a pretty standard PGW but the final chapter was off the charts fatphobic even for PGW ☹️

😍 Dishonor on Your Cow (mandarou) - reread, forever fave. shrunkyclunks canon-adjacent AU

🥰 "Pistol Grip" (Vina Jie-Min Prasad) - described in tumblr post as "m/m pwp super soldier gunfucking" and they are telling no lies. This was fantastic.

😊 Howitzer (spacebuck) - 111K, stucky, college hockey AU - got some OMGCP inspo for the set up but very much its own tale; very enjoyable.

💖💖 +99K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Duende (astolat) - Master & Commander: Aubrey/Maturin, 14K -a truly impressive amount of worldbuilding in so few words

The One Where They Adopt a Selkie (mikkimouse) - Teen Wolf: Sterek, 7K - a fun accidental (supernatural) baby acquisition fic

perne in a gyre (enemyofrome) - Punic Wars RPF, Ancient History RPF: Scipio Africanus/Hannibal Barca, 7K - brilliant & hilarious modern AU for fucking PUNIC WARS RPF! hannibal's taking a gap year/getting away from being the rich kid & ends up staying at Scipio's family AirBnB. and there's only one bed. Fave quotes: 'He was sharing a room with some kind of glittery Italian twink, and there was a grumpy eagle glowering at him from the headboard as if he’d offended it in a past life, but at least he couldn’t see the wolf piercings anymore, so it was fine. It was all just fine.' and 'Then Mago came back. “Soggy twink at the door for you.” “Didn't order one,” said Hannibal. Then the word twink sank in, and he looked up. “Is he glittery?” “Like a unicorn.” “Mierda,” said Hannibal. “That’s my twink.”'

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

The Graham Norton Show - s31, e14 (Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Da'Vine Joy Randolph, Kingsley Ben-Adir)

The Repair Shop - s1, e1

QI - series S, ep 6

Ghosts (US) - s2, e8-15

Game Changer - s6, e1

Dirty Laundry - s3, e12

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Party Politics" (s21, e6)

D20: Adventuring Party - "You Are The Chosen None" (s16, e6)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

⭐ Up First - The Sunday Story: More Than Friends

What Next: TBD - Breaking Up with Dating Apps

The Allusionist - 189. Mouthful of Fortune

⭐ Hit Parade - Hello, Gorgeous Edition

Vibe Check - UsherBowl…and Beyoncé?!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Super Bowl, Plus Beyoncé's New Singles

Throughline - The Hindu Text That Continues to Influence Indian Politics

Short Wave - The Shared History Of The Chinese And Gregorian Calendars

The Sporkful - Can A Stanley Drinking Cup Really Withstand A Car Fire?

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Robert Is Here

I Said No Gifts! - Joel Kim Booster Disobeys Bridger

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Toy Story

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Toxic' looks back on Janet Jackson, Britney Spears and tabloid culture in the 2000s

All Songs Considered - Mix messages: Listeners share the songs that say 'I've got a crush on you'

Switched on Pop - The Star Spangled Banger!

I Said No Gifts! - Emma Thompson Disobeys Bridger

Vibe Check - Rollercoaster of Love (and Hate)

Short Wave - Celebrate Valentine's Day With These Queer Animals

Outward - The Inherent Queerness of Poetry

⭐ Code Switch - Before the apps, people used newspapers to find love

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Platonic Love In Pop Culture

Culture Gabfest - We’re Saving Our Own Lives

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Owamni

Decoder Ring - Why Do So Many Coffee Shops Look the Same?

The Weirdest Thing I Learned This Week - Government Cheese, Mitochondria NOT Powerhousing, Dawn of the Cockroach

Ologies with Alie Ward - Hydrochoerology (CAPYBARAS) with Elizabeth Congdon

Throughline - Love, Throughline

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Gen Z In the Workplace: Rethinking Business Etiquette

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Damanhur

Up First - KC Parade Shooting, Russian Space Nukes, Migrant Crossings Drop

Films To Be Buried With - Eddie Marsan

⭐ 99% Invisible #570 - The White Castle System of Eating Houses

Welcome to Night Vale #242 - The New Branch

Short Wave - The U.N.'s First-Ever Analysis Of World's Migratory Species Just Dropped

Dear Prudence - How Do I Get Over Someone I Never Dated? Help!

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Feud And What's Making Us Happy

Endless Thread - Dinner and a (Slide) Show

All Songs Considered - New Music Friday: 5 albums out Feb. 16, plus 'Rhapsody in Blue' still thrills at 100

⭐ You're Dead to Me - History of Bollywood

Sound Up! - Audience reaction to Rock Hall Noms, Mark reviews Stevie Nicks live and Chris Molanphy breaks down how Beyonce will impact country music and radio.

It's Been a Minute - Legendary choreographer Fatima Robinson on moving through changes in dance

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #2: Jamelle Bouie

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - WWDTM: Sleater-Kinney

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Presenting Barbra Streisand

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

[shooshopath]

I wrote this five hours ago and then left to go get drunk with some friends ANYWAYS:

i am saying this as someone who was knee deep in st/erek fandom in high school/early college. I dragged most of my friend group into it. I was part of the popular “wholly believed that sterek was going to be canon” to “Jeff Davis is a homophobe and sucks” pipeline. I literally had to abandon my ao3 account because so much of it was st/erek and homestuck bookmarks that I couldn’t even find shit anymore. I remember when “Jennifer Blake is a time traveling genderbend stiles stilinski and that’s why she’s Derek’s love interest” was presented as a semi viable theory.

So know that I am saying this with knowledge of the Deep Lore and in the most understanding way possible: st/erek was not queerbaiting and the entire fandom was just white dominated and insane. Two white men arguing a lot in a show and a bunch of noncommittal comments by cast members who did not want to alienate their rabid fan base do not a queer bait make.

Anyways I’m :/// on Sarah z but that part of her superwholock video where she went into how a lot of “””Fandom Elders””” kept on talking about superwholock like it was canon to the point where everyone else started believing it despite all evidence to the contrary? That’s st/erek in a nutshell

(also like. Jeff Davis does suck but it’s specifically because he’s a white gay man who can’t write poc and/or women)

[invisible-storyteller]

Derek: So this means "small and fragile"? Erica: Totally (the next day) Stiles: I'm not gonna sit here while you guys are kicking ass out there! I'm a fighter, too! Derek: No, you're a snack. Stiles: *chokes*

[youreastargirl]

The nine questions meme! Tagged by @swagabodcrane

Favorite Color: I usually say purple, but I also like things that are yellow and sometimes orange. Those are my favorite starburst colors so I might just be confused by that. I love that most people like the red and pink, I let them know my favs and then I get the yellow and orange. It’s a perk of being me.

Currently reading: In a bit of a fanfic deep dive right now wherein every free moment is reading a fanfic. It’s pretty much all I read anymore. I am reading a ton of future fic Sterek. Give me all the reunited after several years stories.

Last Series: on the last half of the last episode of Z Nation right now. I’m a big fan of zombie shows and I just heard about this one a few weeks ago on a tumblr post about how people dismiss it but it has such good aspects. And I’m here to tell you it is cheesy. Like nuclear level B movie things happening, but that only adds to the delight, I love it honestly. I love the characters so much I can hardly stand it. I would lay down my life for 10K no questions asked.

Last Movie: Actual last movie I watched was the new Minions movie in the theater last week with my kid. He loved it. I can’t even remember what it was about now. I have a hard time watching movies. I love characters so much that I often feel like I don’t have space for new ones if you know what I mean.

Last game: just finished about an hour ago the Life is Strange: True Colors video game with my 12 year old kid. As a therapist I loved it. Such great stuff. Also love these video games where it’s a story and it progresses so matter what and it’s not about fighting and getting killed and getting stuck. I give up the second it stops being fun and starts being frustrating, it becomes not worth it to me anymore. I need a recommendation for more games like this one if anyone has any.

Currently working on: My dissertation about preparing people to feel confident to help others who may be experiencing a mental health crisis. I am very interested in the subject matter but I’ve lost a lot of my motivation and need to get the degree for a sense of self worth. Which is good overall but not great for getting it done. I have a section I need to write tomorrow that I’ve been putting off for a week (or actually two years and a week). Otherwise I am working on finding a new therapist since mine is retiring and my last session is Wednesday, anxiety has been bad lately. The last therapist I was about to call had on her bio that she enjoys running 5k’s and I was like this person will not be able to understand me.

Not tagging anyone because I still feel not worthy enough of interacting with mutuals!! But I would love to see everyone’s answers.

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

You

Sterek A-Z Challenge: You

Derek didn’t understand what was happening anymore. He didn’t remember when things had turned into this giant cesspool of deceit and lies and mistrust. He didn’t think things used to be this way, but perhaps one too many kicks to the dirt had turned them all into people who would never listen to anyone else.

But Derek knew of one person who would always, always listen to him. He knew that there was one person he could always count on, no matter what. In return, he made the same deal. If Stiles told him something, Derek listened.

When Jennifer had abducted the Sheriff, Derek had listened. When Derek had been dying and told Stiles to save Scott, Stiles had listened.

It was an agreement they had come to. An unspoken rule they had both agreed to abide by.

Which was why Derek knew something was wrong.

Listening to one another and believing in each other didn’t mean they always saw eye to eye. Most of the time, Stiles and Derek were on completely different ends of the spectrum. They always had each other’s backs, but it didn’t mean they were always in agreement.

This, though? This was different. This was Stiles completely disregarding Derek’s words. This was Stiles acting like Derek didn’t know any better, like he was just being stupid or selfish. This was Stiles like Derek had never seen him before.

Derek knew something was wrong.

He tried talking to Scott, but he didn’t listen. He insisted, quite angrily, “Don’t you think I’d have noticed if something was wrong with my best friend?”

No. Derek didn’t think he would.

He’d spoken to Lydia, but she’d dismissed him just as easily, “He’s a little weird, but a lot’s been going on. Don’t get all pouty because he’s not crawling after you like a loyal puppy.”

Every single person he spoke to didn’t see it. Even the Sheriff—to be fair, he was working a lot, so him Derek could forgive.

But the fact remained: This wasn’t Stiles.

Nobody would listen to him. It was like screaming into the void, shouting at nothing and no one. So Derek did the only thing he could think to do.

He kidnapped him, and he locked him away in a dank, dark room in the tunnels beneath the old Hale house, and he left not-Stiles there to rot.

Seventeen hours, he waited. That was how long it took before his resolve began to crumble. Before any trail he tried to follow turned cold and he was left with the deep, overwhelming fear that Stiles Stilinski was gone and was never coming back.

That was when he finally descended the stairs and pushed into the room that held not-Stiles.

It had the audacity to look scared, turning big, brown eyes on Derek and managing to get tears to form. Its heartbeat raced for a few seconds, began to slow, and then kicked up in speed again. Anxiety leaked from every pore and if Derek hadn’t known Stiles better than he knew himself, he might have thought he was wrong.

But he wasn’t wrong. And he was going to find Stiles.

“Derek,” not-Stiles insisted, voice tight and scared, “Derek, what is this? What are you doing? You have to let me go!” Not-Stiles was tugging at the chains keeping it bound in place. Derek didn’t know what it was, so chains were safer than ropes.

“Drop the act,” Derek snarled, more of the wolf in his voice than he’d intended. “Where’s Stiles?”

“What are you talking about?!” Its voice rose slightly, panic creeping in along the edges. “Derek, I’m Stiles! This is crazy!”

“You’re not,” Derek said calmly, eying him critically and crossing his arms while moving closer. “You look like him. You sound like him. You smell like him. To a degree, you even act like him. You may have fooled the others, but you haven’t fooled me.”

“Der—”

He moved quickly, getting right into not-Stiles’ face and roaring. It caused not-Stiles to jump and shrink away, terror in every inch of its features. Derek narrowed his eyes and straightened, crossing his arms once more.

“Where’s Stiles?”

“I told you,” not-Stiles insisted desperately, “I’m—”

“You flinched.”

That shut it up.

“Stiles knows me. He knows I wouldn’t hurt him. He knows that even now, if we were together in this room, I wouldn’t hurt him if he could prove who he was. He wouldn’t sit there and insist he was Stiles, he would get mad, get smart. He would tear me apart from the inside to prove who he was, and then beat me up afterwards for daring to think it wasn’t truly him.” Derek left out the fact that Stiles would badly injure himself trying to hurt him, but not-Stiles wouldn’t care about that anyway.

He leaned forward once more, bracing both hands on either armrest and letting blue bleed into his eyes, growling low in his throat while staring at not-Stiles.

“I ask again: Where. Is. Stiles?”

For a few seconds, it looked as though not-Stiles was going to keep up the ruse, try harder, insist that Derek had scared it. It must’ve seen something in Derek’s face because it let out a sigh and instantly, the anxious smell left it, its heart rate slowed, and the fear and anger in its face disappeared.

It sent a chill down Derek’s spine, because it so resembled the Nogitsune in that moment. But the Nogitsune had been inside Stiles, and this... this was different. This wasn’t Stiles in any way, shape or form.

“So close,” not-Stiles said. “Everyone believed me. Daddy, Scotty, Lyds. Everyone.” Its gaze hardened, looking up at Derek angrily. “Everyone but you. Why is that? Did I miscalculate? Are you fucking him?”

Derek almost flinched at that.

Almost.

He narrowed his eyes at not-Stiles and tightened his grip on the armrests of the chair, hearing the wood cracking beneath his hands. “What are you?”

“A Therianthrope,” not-Stiles said. Derek said nothing and it rolled its eyes at him. “Shapeshifter.”

“I know what a Therianthrope is,” Derek snarled. “But from my experience, your kind usually has a reason for doing this, and as far as I can tell, you don’t. You also don’t stick around longer than a few days, and it’s been much longer than that.”

There was an explosive sigh, the thing in front of him wearing Stiles’ face conceding defeat. “Look, wolfman. I got into some trouble with a bunch of Vamps a little ways south.” Hearing the way this thing used Stiles’ face and voice was making his skin crawl, because every word out of his mouth was so not Stiles that it made him angry just looking at it. “They wanted to gut me on account of my having killed one of theirs by accident. Total misunderstanding.” It shrugged. “Came around this way and some kid coming down the road in a Jeep saw me struggling on the shoulder. I didn’t mean to end up with a bunch of wolves, it’s not my fault he’s the only kind-hearted soul who stopped to help me.”

Derek’s hand shot out, wrapping thin fingers around the Shapeshifter’s neck and squeezing. “Where. Is. He?”

“Relax,” the thing forced out. “He’s fine. I mean, he was when I saw him last, but I’ve been in this hole for a while. How long can humans last without food or water?”

Turning abruptly, Derek grabbed at the keys for the cuffs and undid them, keeping a hold of one of the Shapeshifter’s arms while doing so and wrenching it to its feet.

“Bring me to him. Now.”

“Fine, fine.” The Shapeshifter rolled its eyes, which were slowly starting to lose Stiles’ colour. They were beginning to bleed white, turning inhuman. Derek hated seeing them so he forced himself to keep an eye on where they were going, shoving the thing ahead of him through the door, still holding its wrist, and then trailing it up the stairs.

They had just exited the house when Scott pulled up, climbing out of his mother’s car and eying them in confusion.

“Scotty!” not-Stiles shouted, panic in its voice. “Scotty, Derek’s gone insane! He thinks I’m not me! You gotta help me!”

Derek cursed, and was about to retreat into the house with the Shapeshifter, but Scott hadn’t moved. He was just standing beside the car, wide-eyed and panicked, and it took a few seconds for Derek to figure out why.

Not-Stiles still had white eyes. Even Scott knew this wasn’t him.

“What is that?” Scott asked, voice strained. “Where’s Stiles?”

Not-Stiles was startled, but then cursed and slapped its forehead with one hand, turning to grin at Derek, eyes now pure white. “Whoopsies. I forgot Stiles has real people eyes. Or at least he did, last I saw him.”

“Shut up,” Derek snarled, shoving at the Shapeshifter and leading the way to his car.

Scott tagged along without invitation, but Derek didn’t care. It meant someone to keep hold of the thing in the back seat while they drove to where it told them it had first met Stiles. They parked on the shoulder, and Derek took over breaking the thing’s wrist, walking through the forest with Scott growling angrily behind him.

Derek was pissed he’d even shown up. Derek was the one who’d known it wasn’t Stiles. The others had been too stupid to figure it out. And now that they would be finding the real Stiles, Scott was probably going to get the glory.

Not that Derek cared about glory, he just hated that Stiles would never know that the only person who knew him, truly knew him, was Derek.

“Ow, ow!” The Shapeshifter punched Derek in the arm. “Loosen the grip, would you? I ain’t human, but I’m also not a wolf.”

“Shut up and walk,” Derek snarled.

They were further into the woods by now, and when they reached a cave, not-Stiles motioned it emphatically. Derek narrowed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He didn’t smell Stiles, but it had been a while since he’d noticed something was off. It was possible the scent outside the cave had faded.

“Wait here,” Derek ordered, shoving not-Stiles at Scott.

He could tell the Alpha wanted to argue, but Derek didn’t have time for him. He hadn’t believed Derek, so his opinion right now meant dick all.

Crouching slightly and picking his way cautiously through the rubble, Derek moved further into the cave, inhaling shallowly as he went. It smelled foul, like excrements and decay. He tried not to think too much on why that concerned him and continued forward.

He didn’t know how deep the cave went, but he’d only been moving for a few minutes before he rounded a corner and found Stiles sitting propped up against the cave wall, eyes closed, knees drawn up, and arms resting lightly against them.

He had manacles around his wrists, and while Derek couldn’t see where they disappeared to, they were obviously strong enough to keep him there.

There were bottles of water and food wrappers littering the area around him, and his clothes were filthy and torn. He smelled like a sewer and looked almost as bad.

When Derek shifted closer, Stiles’ eyes snapped open and locked on him.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. They just stared at one another.

Then, Stiles grinned, letting his arms drop and crossing his legs beneath him. “Hey Sourwolf. If anyone was gonna find me, I knew it’d be you.”

Hearing him say that made Derek’s chest ache for some reason, and he moved forward cautiously, looking around for any danger. A part of him was worried this wasn’t Stiles at all, that it was just another Shapeshifter, but Derek knew that they couldn’t kill who they impersonated and two Shapeshifters couldn’t impersonate the same person. This was Stiles.

If the thing outside wasn’t, this had to be.

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly, working at the manacles until he managed to get them off. Stiles’ wrists were rubbed raw, but they didn’t look as bad as they could’ve.

“Better now. Shapey’s not been too much of a dick to me, but I really missed my bed. And my shower.” His face fell. “I probably smell like shit.”

“And other things,” Derek said.

Stiles shoved him hard, but he was grinning. He moved stiffly, heading out of the cave with Derek behind him, but he seemed to be in pretty good spirits for someone who’d been chained up for the better part of two weeks.

It was sad when Derek realized he was probably so used to this kind of shit it didn’t even affect him anymore.

“Stiles!”

Scott had abandoned his post and raced forward to hug his friend, despite the smell. Derek made it out in time to stop the Shapeshifter from running off on them still wearing Stiles’ face.

“Shiftey,” Stiles said, almost formally, while looking at not-Stiles.

“Stiles,” the other said, letting out an explosive sigh and turning white eyes on Derek. “Look, I still have some very angry Vamps after me, can I go now? I promise to stay out of your precious little town.”

Derek’s grip tightened and the Shapeshifter winced.

“Wait,” Stiles said, stumbling over to them with Scott on his heels, looking worried his friend was going to fall over. “You told me before that running isn’t your forte. Couldn’t you just hang out here until the Vamps get bored?”

“What?” Scott asked incredulously.

“Dude, he’s like, the nicest bad thing I’ve ever met,” Stiles insisted, motioning not-Stiles, who beamed with pride. “He brought me curly fries. Curly fries, Scott. He truly cares. You know, for a face-stealing monster.”

Derek didn’t like it. Scott also didn’t like it. It was obvious to everyone that nobody liked it. But, this was Stiles, and he looked so damn hopeful, and not-Stiles was giving him puppy-eyes while still managing to look completely terrifying with white eyes.

“We’ll bring him to Deaton,” he snapped, more irritated than he’d intended to sound. “But if you ever impersonate Stiles again,” he pointed an angry finger in the Shapeshifter’s face, “you will not live to regret it.”

“Damn,” not-Stiles insisted. “If I’d known you were that sexually frustrated, I’d have let you fuck me ages ago. Not my fault I didn’t know he was your boyfriend.”

Stiles choked behind him. Scott went absolutely still. Derek convinced himself that murdering this thing would upset Stiles.

This was going to be a long car ride back into town.

END.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Just Like a Warm Hug

Stiles is sick and all he wants is to wear one of Derek’s sweaters.

For Z

(You can read it on AO3, here)

Derek slowly pushed open the bedroom door, peering into the room.

The large bed was pushed up against the wall, decorated by a soft foam bed head covered in a dusty blue fabric and embellished with buttons – one that Derek had picked out after Stiles kept hitting his head on the wall. Two small oak tables that Derek had made himself sat either side of the bed, a box of tissues sitting on one of them.

Derek couldn’t help but smile fondly as he looked down at the small figure that lay beneath the mountain of blankets.

He stepped into the room, crossing over to the side of the bed and sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

Stiles had been laid up in bed sick for the past few days and Derek had been doing his best to take care of him.

Stiles was awake, laying in bed with the blankets pulled up to his face. His dark eyes were heavy and unfocused as he stared into oblivion. His nose was red and sniffily and his cheeks were flushed. His tousled chestnut brown hair was a mess.

He looked up at Derek and tried to smile.

Derek smiled back, gently reaching out and brushing aside a strand of hair that clung to Stiles’ forehead.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

“Cold,” Stiles whimpered.

“Do you want me to go and get you a sweater?” Derek asked.

Stiles nodded weakly.

“Okay.” Derek leant forward and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

He rose to his feet and left the room, making his way into the laundry. He opened the dryer, prying out a sweater that was drying. He felt the fabric to make sure it was dry, the warmth still clinging to the woven wool.

He brought it back to Stiles, helping the young man sit up.

He chuckled quietly as he watched Stiles struggle to put the sweater on.

“Here,” Derek said softly, taking the sweater from Stiles’ shaky hands and helping him slid his arms into the sleeves and pull the sweater over his head.

Stiles let out a weak smile.

He tugged at the collar pulling it up over this face and drawing in a deep breath.

It smelt of fake lemon, detergent, and fabric softener.

Stiles pulled a sour face, pouting.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asked.

“It doesn’t smell right,” Stiles muttered quietly.

Derek’s brow furrowed as he frowned in confusion. “It’s clean.”

Stiles sated down at the blankets, still pouting but too embarrassed to look up at Derek.

He mumbled something that Derek didn’t hear.

“What?” Derek asked, craning his head as he tried to look Stiles in the eye.

“It doesn’t smell like you,” Stiles repeated, just loud enough that Derek could hear.

A sweet smile turned up the corners of Derek’s lips. He grabbed the collar of his sweater and pulled it over his head.

He helped Stiles take the clean sweater off and put Derek’s on.

Stiles pulled the collar up over his face, burying his face in the soft fabric as he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. It smelt of pine trees, leather, and vanilla, of tea leaves and freshly baked bread.

The smell flooded his senses, filling him with relief and comfort as he smiled.

The warmth of Derek’s body clung to the sweater, comforting him and embracing him like a warm hug.

“Better?” Derek asked.

Stiles nodded.

He lay back down, curling up in a ball. He held the fabric tight, holding it up over his face as his heavy eyes drifted shut again.

Derek let out a quiet, breathless chuckle, pulling on the clean sweater before laying pile the blankets back over Stiles. He gently pulled them up to his shoulders.

He stayed there for a while, watching Stiles, listening as his breathing evened out and he settled into a calm sleep.

Derek let out a soft sigh. He climbed over Stiles, careful not to wake him, and lay down on the bed beside him. He settled down among the sheets.

Stiles shuffled about beneath the blankets, instinctively rolling toward Derek’s warmth and curling up against his side.

A soft smile turned up the corners of Derek’s lips.

He craned his neck and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of Stiles’ head, wrapping his arms around the young man’s slender form and holding him close.

[imagine-sterek]

Stiles was working at his desk. He’s feeling grumpy today because not only almost all of his colleagues (at least the women anyway) get to receive flower/chocolate delivery today, Stiles didn’t even get a good morning kiss from his boyfriend. If it’s any other day, he can let it slide and just get on with the days. But today is Valentine’s day for God sake! Surely he deserve some smooch to start the day, right?

Annoyed, Stiles try to block all the excited squeals around him and focus on his work. But his thought was interrupted when his eyes caught his boss walking in with a pretty impressive size of flower bouquet. He stare at the older (not too old, and still handsome, mind you) at count the man’s step. At exactly 24 steps, his boss is right in front of his desk. Stiles swallow dryly and stand up.

“Boss..err..” Stiles stammered.

“I’m sorry I leave without giving you a good morning kiss earlier. But I had to leave early to get this from your favourite florist and you know how far her shop are”.

The man handed Stiles an impressive bouquet of 24 red tulips with a small card attached.

“Boss..err I mean, Derek..” This time Stiles was interrupted when Derek’s lips softly captured his.

Stiles is very much aware of how silent the office become and he swear he could hear someone gasp in the background but he could care less. Before he could deepen the kiss, Derek’s slowly pull away and flash him a smile that exclusively reserved for Stiles.

“That’s your good morning kiss. But I hope you’ll be ready for your good night kiss later”

With that, Derek wink and started to walk away towards his office but he make sure giving his staffs his “creepy serial killer” look (Stiles’s words, not his).

“Y'all better finish all your work if you want to leave early for your Valentine’s date tonight”

Everyone quickly scramble back to their desk although Stiles know everyone is going to interrogate him later during lunch. He put on his headphone and pretend like he’s absorbed in his work. But actually, he was absorbed in the card attached to the bouquet.

I can only bring 24 tulips to you today. But I hope we can spend 24 thousand years together.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

Your Sourwolf.

Does anyone recognise why it was 24 tulips? Not 3 or 100? ;) - Z

[fairydustedtheory]

Hi, just wanted to say I read your fic Z for zig zag and it was amazing!

Oh my, thank you!

Not to brag but I love Zig Zag and seeing it getting love brings me so much joy!

Would anyone who hasn’t read it like to give it a shot and make my day a little bit brighter?!