#specially if it's sterek

[thebigoblin]

ALPHABET DATING PROMPTS

A - Arcade / Aquarium

B - Beach / Baking Together

C - Cinema / Cuddling

D - Drive In & Movie / Dinner Date

E - Evening Picnic / Enjoying Live Music

F - Fruit Picking / Finger Painting

G - Games Night / Glass Making Class

H - Homemade Cookies / Hiking

I - IKEA / Ice-cream

J - Jewelry Making / Jacuzzi

K - Karaoke / Kite

L - Laser Tag / Late Night Conversations

M - Mini Golf / Making Dinner for Each Other

N - Nerf Guns War / Netflix & Chill

○ - Obstacle Course / Outdoor Adventure

P - Painting / Pottery

Q - Quiz Night / Quadruple Date (go on a double date with friends)

R - Roller Skating / Readathon

S - Scrapbooking / Saving Each Other's Lives

T - Trampoline Park / Traveling

U - Upcycling Clothes / Unwinding (sharing of safe spaces)

V - Video Games / Vibing to the Other's Hobby

W - Waffle Making / Writing a Letter

X - Explore a New City / Discussing XXX (kinks, preferences, etc.)

Y - Yoga for Couples / Say Yes for 24 Hours

Z - Zzz (sleep together :O) / Zoo

[natashatrace]

save him.

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: Wow! Your heart is beating so fast, you must be crazy in love with me.

Derek: Yeah, or it may be cause we just had sex.

Stiles: You aren't getting any romance awards.

[heavensenthale]

Not only did baby!Derek push Stiles against the door, he put his hand on the back of his head! There was hair pulling!!

me: was there hair pulling? we're gonna need to see that footage again, ref

yep, that's Stiles' face when he has his hair pulled. cool cool cool cool

[sara-likes-things]

My roman empire is all those fanfics that never got finished but I still want to know how they would have ended

[imagine-sterek]

Thank you to those who have reached out to contact me to explain their views on the AI generated content and those who have offered alternative ways of managing it.

It is not easy making these decisions on my own and I don’t like to go back on my word, but after considering everything you’ve put forward and considering how others have managed such things with their events, I’ve come to a decision.

AI generated content will not be allowed in this event. I cannot stop people from tagging their art with the event tags but to my best effort, AI generated content will not be shared or reblogged by my account.

AI is part of our lives in so many ways that it is - sadly - inescapable. I cannot stop people from posting AI generated content or for tagging their posts with the event tags but I will not be reblogging or sharing that content.

[ultrasmallville35]

Teen Wolf: The Movie, After Mood

Took me a while but I had to make this

[sterek-and-stuff-events]

Super Blue Moon event

Starting August 25th!

2023 has 13 full moons and the next one is the Super Blue Moon on August 30th, reaching its peak at 6:35pm PDT (August 31st at 1:35am UTC.) The last Super Blue Moon was in December 2009 and the next one won't be until August 2032, so it's pretty special!

It's also the third of four supermoons in a row this year and the last full moon of summer.

This is a Mini event officially from August 25th to August 31st.

There are 3 ways to participate: writing, art, and/or playlists using 2 or more of the following prompts:

13

Black Cherry

Blue Moon

Dispute

Grain

Joy

Lynx

Red Haze

Special

Sturgeon

Summer

Woman

Unravel

--Details below--

Writers:

1,500 words minimum using 2 or more prompts. This can be one fic or multiple works of at least 750 words each.

Combo writers: If you're doing an art post or a standalone mix too then only the single work minimum is required (750 words.)

Artists:

Use 2 or more prompts. to create visuals (drawings, gifsets, manips, vids/edits, moodboards, etc.) Can be one work or multiple.

Combo artists: If you're doing a standalone mix too then only 1 prompt is required for art.

Mixers:

There are 2 options for standalone fanmixes:

Use 2 or more prompts to make a 13 track playlist. Arrange them however you like: grouped together in segments, whatever flows best, randomly, etc.

Make a playlist using 1 song for every prompt in any order.

If you’re attaching a playlist to a fanfic or art post:

Do whatever you want! But you get extra cool points for using 13 tracks and either including 1 or more songs for every prompt that you use or 3 songs for at least 1 prompt. (Or both!)

Put your playlists on Spotify, YouTube or both so I can listen to them. 😉

Click here for content and posting info.

Super Blue Moon collections on Ao3 here. See tags on this post for the prompt tags.

[rhosgobelbun]

missing siand rn 😔

[nrnyx]

Compromised by nrnyx - Sterek - 2,636 - Onshot - Secret Agent AU

“Abort! Abort mission! We’ve been compromised!” Jackson’s voice crackled through all of their earpieces.

[livingdeadvoid]

Stiles got up slowly, he didn't want to disturb the person next to him. He placed his hand besides him, feeling around to find nobody there. "Derek?" He exclaimed out to the seemingly empty room. He sighed. Where the hell was that sourwolf? Stiles looked towards the clock on the side table. 2:47, he huffed. It was Christmas Day now.

He stood up, letting the hoodie he stole from Derek fall a little. A yawn escaped his chapped lips. "Where the hell are you," if Derek was in the house, he could hear Stiles. Stiles slipped on his slippers, slowly leaving their nicely heated room. His feet clicked down the hallway quietly. He brought his now cold hands to his red eyes. "Derek?" He asked out towards the freezing house. Another huff.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked as he entered the living room. Derek was next to the tree, staring at it intently. He looked over towards the confused Stiles, a rarely seen smile on his face. "Come here," he motioned for him. Another slow set of steps. "What is it?" He crouched down besides Derek, looking at the presents he has set down underneath it.

"I was putting the last gifts under the tree. But I stopped to think," he looked back up at the tree. Stiles reached forward, grabbing hold of Derek's hand. He rubbed it softly. "Whatcha thinking about?" Derek laughed warmly. He looked towards Stiles, using his free hand to cup his cheek. "You. How this is our first Christmas as an official, relationship." He brought Stiles' hand to his mouth, kissing it. Stiles smiled at him. Both of them were finally happy, finally content. Everything felt right for once. He moved closer to Derek, getting so close he was practically in his lap. Derek wrapped his arms around him, placing a kiss to his head. "Did I wake you up? I tried to get out quietly," he intertwined their hands together once more.

He shook his head. "All good. I was thirsty, came out for some water," he lended into his touch. Stiles used his free to reach out towards the tree, touching the ornament Isaac has given them when they put the tree up. "We can go get you some in a minute. Alright?" Stiles nodded.

They sat like that for a few more minutes, happy and content. It was perfect. And it made everything they went through worth it.

"I love you sourwolf," Derek smiled.

"Love you too spaz."

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT, AND HAVE A EXTREMELY HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[triskhellion]

Sweet & Sour Summertime

Songs (prompts:)

Big Star - Thirteen (13) Abby Webster - Sturgeon Moon (Sturgeon) The Postal Service - Brand New Colony (Joy) Goldfrapp - Black Cherry (Black Cherry) Bonobo - Break Apart (Unravel) The Mavericks - Blue Moon (Blue Moon) Childish Gambino - Summertime Magic (Summer) Alien Ant Farm - Attitude (Dispute) Unwritten Law - Seein' Red (Red Haze) Placebo - Special K (Special) Wilderado - Wheat (Grain) The Troggs - Wild Thing (Lynx) Van Morrison - Days Like This (Woman)

💿 means it's a mix with a particular listening order (at least the first time) for flow or narrative reasons.

[larry-is-my-anchor1]

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I like high school sterek Aus as much as the next person but no one is writing Derek as whipped as he would be.

Yall remember him with Paige?? Remember when she politely sassed him and he immediately like her??? Yeah

Now imagine that with stiles “I shove a wolfsbane wrapped bat up your—”. Derek would have been a goner. Stiles would have given him the most Heinous tongue lashing and Derek would have had proposed on the spot.

Peter: are you drawing yours and stiles wedding invitations??

Derek: No, that’s our joint tombstone

Peter: my mistake

Also supernatural highschools aus, you will forever be special to me. I need more. I need the hale pack solving a murder mystery in their high school like the scooby doo gang

[nvrhere]

i think my favorite thing about sterek is how much of a loser they both are. Like, think about it. Derek, practically a loner and not by choice, had to bite a bunch of teenagers to keep them around him. Stile’ best use to his “friends” is coming in handy for research before they inevitably ignore him again.

And they both just. think the other is the coolest person ever. Like holy shit, werewolf Derek is super strong and capable and never gets flustered the way stiles does. Or how stiles is fast as a whip, always saving the day without any type of supernatural ability. It’s like they were made for just each other?

They find each other always, look for each other in every danger, when no one else does. And yea, even when stiles and Lydia got super close or Derek had allies, they still kept the other in that special spot. Not too far but still in the back of their mind so someone can look out for them.

[mrspasser]

I'll lay my head down here

Sterek fanfiction Stiles needs a place to sleep. He chooses Derek.

Also available on A03.

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“I’m not sleeping on the floor again, you assholes!” Stiles throws a balled up burger wrapper at the infuriating werewolves who took over his intended sleeping space. 

Isaac bats the greasy paper ball away with a quick flick of his hand, hardly having to look at it. “You snooze, you lose, Stilinski,” he says meanly, as he snuggles deeper inside the couch pillows to drive his point home. “Besides, I gave up my bed, I shouldn’t be the one to sleep on the floor.”

Stiles perks up when an idea crosses his mind. Upstairs, in Isaac’s room, are Lydia and Cora. Maybe he could -

“Don’t even think about it, Stilinski!” Jackson cuts his unspoken thought off with one sharp remark. He glares at him from his spot on the couch he’s sharing with Isaac: one asshole werewolf on each side. The guy is extra touchy because Lydia picked Cora as a sleeping partner over him - which is more than fair, if you ask Stiles, both Lydia picking Cora over Jackson and Jackson being sour over getting the cold shoulder from his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, Stiles, I don’t think you’ll fit,” Allison offers apologetically from his right. She’s squeezed in the large armchair with Scott, who’s already fast asleep and snoring softly. 

He waves her offer away. If he’d try to squish himself in the chair with them, neither one of them would sleep a wink all night. Same goes for the couple in the other available chair, although Stiles is more sure to survive the night with Scott and Allison than with Boyd and Erica. That only leaves - 

“You could try Derek?” Allison blinks innocently at him. 

Stiles huffs a laugh, letting the sarcasm bleed through in generous helpings. “Yeah, right.” He leaves it at that, too tired to hope to put up the proper facade of pretending to dislike the Alpha werewolf. Hey, we all deal with our crushes in our own way! Stiles has to do what he can when literally living with a pack of wolves, who can smell pheromones and who knows what else.

Eventually, he settles for stretching out on the rug that Lydia made Derek buy a while back. It’s not overly cushiony, but it’ll do the job. It’ll have to. Besides, he hasn’t had a proper night of sleep in four or maybe even five days, staying up researching and worrying most of the night. The Big Bad is dead, the worrying is over and his research paid off: he should be able to sleep now, right?!

At first, Stiles uses his hoodie for a pillow, yet after about twenty minutes he gives up and pulls it back on because he won’t be able to sleep if he’s cold. Derek patched up most of the holes in his loft and it’s actually resembling a nice apartment these days, but it’s still the middle of the night in February and Stiles is lying on the floor without a blanket or a pillow. He misses his own bed. His comforter. His pillow. His other pillow, the one that’s older than him and oddly lumpy, but it was the one that was in his mother’s bed until the day she died. It hasn’t smelled like her in a long, long time. Stiles has also washed it a couple of times during the years, he’s not that much of a pig, despite popular opinion. But it’s familiar and comforting and he still takes it with him for sleepovers with Scott. 

He considers whether or not he would’ve brought his pillow if this impromptu sleepover had been planned in any way. He’s known Scott since kindergarten, he’s his best friend. He wouldn’t say or even think anything bad about Stiles still needing a special pillow to sleep even when he’s almost twenty one years old. And while he knows most of the people in this room for five years or even longer and trusts them with his life, that doesn’t mean that they’re not a bunch of dickheads who will tease him every chance they get.

It’s a pointless thought exercise, because nothing about this sleepover was planned. They were supposed to kill that wyvern during the day, when it slept in his creepy little cave. That's what all Stiles’ research was for! He even found a way to kill the beast without having to hack it to pieces, which was nice because in the end he was against animal cruelty, you know? But then there were witches, two of them. They weren’t planned, neither was the ensuing fight in the woods. The unexpectedness of it all had left everybody antsy, especially the werewolves. And even though they recouped with a movie night and a nice pack pile, nobody wanted to be very far away from the others. Hence the impromptu sleepover that had Stiles sleeping on a rug, between the coffee table and the couch. Which wasn’t fair, because he totally knocked a witch out with his bat! He did his fair share and pulled his weight and what not. The least he deserves is a nice night of sleep.

Another hour later, Stiles is sore all over and chilled to the bone. There’s no way he can sleep like this. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” he whispers to the leg of the coffee table that he knows has Isaac’s claw marks on it. 

As quietly as he can he makes his way upstairs on the rounding stairs. On the landing there’s three doors to choose from: the one on his left leads to Isaac’s bedroom, where Lydia and Cora are sleeping. The one in the middle is the bathroom - with a bath, for heaven’s sake, Derek has a tub! - and that leaves the master bedroom on his right. The Alpha’s den. Stiles has never been inside it. He even doubts if Isaac has set foot in the room very often, besides for cleaning purposes.

Stiles never really intended to go into Derek’s room, because despite what the others seem to think, he actually values his life. And his dignity. He thought it better to take a chance with the girls, take on the risk of Jackson wanting to kill him the next morning when he discovered Stiles had slept in the same bed as his girlfriend.

But…

The door to Derek’s bedroom is cracked.

Stiles can see inside. 

He can’t see that much, with it being the middle of the night and the only light coming from a gap between the curtains in front of Derek’s window. But the moonlight is just right, illuminating the sleeping form of the Alpha in the bed. A bed that is more than large enough for two people and Derek is neatly sleeping on one side of the bed. If Stiles is quiet enough he might even be able to slip into the bed without waking Derek. The werewolf got hurt pretty badly today and healing always takes a lot out of him. There’s a pretty good chance the guy is sleeping like a log.

Stiles takes a deep breath. He’s gonna risk it.

***

He didn’t think he’d actually do it, but after a few minutes of indecisiveness on the landing, Stiles quietly tiptoes into Derek’s bedroom. He rounds the bed to the unoccupied side of the mattress and gingerly lifts the tip of the blanket.

“You’re not getting in with your jeans on,” Derek says, without opening his eyes.

Stiles yelps and he’s already stammering halfway through an apology when he suddenly shuts his mouth. His back teeth actually click together. There’s a few seconds of silence and then: “You’d let me into your bed?”

“Not with your jeans on,” Derek repeats. Usually he wouldn’t do this, but he’s been listening to Stiles toss and turn downstairs for a while now and with all of his pack members sleeping peacefully, he’d like the last one to get some rest too. Besides, Stiles would continue to keep him up with his restless behaviour otherwise; Derek just can’t seem to tune him out. It’s been that way for years already, maybe even from the beginning.

“O-kay.” He can feel Stiles staring at him in the dark and he patiently waits for the decision he knows the boy is gonna make. No, not a boy. Stiles will be 21 this Spring. Derek has seen him grow up, literally and figuratively, along with the rest of his ragtag pack of teenagers. Stiles still wears jeans and plaid most of the time, but the garments don’t hang as loose on him as they did when he was 16. He’s grown into a handsome young man, with a good head on his broad shoulders. Derek counts himself lucky to have Stiles as part of his pack, to have him close. Not as close as he sometimes might wish, yet Derek is always conscious of not playing favourites. So he usually keeps Stiles at an arm length and takes care to treat him just like everyone else. It helps that the two of them elevated snark and banter to an effective communication style. Despite all the sarcasm and barbs, Derek is pretty sure there is no-one in his pack who sees through him like Stiles does. It was scary at first and it made him lash out, but Stiles stood firm. Derek is immensely grateful that he did.

There’s the rustling of clothing hitting the floor, jeans and a shirt, then the blanket lifts and Stiles scoots underneath. Derek feels him settle in behind his back, a foot or so away. “Thanks,” Stiles whispers in the dark.

“Go to sleep,” Derek grunts, eager to go to sleep and not think about the young man who is sharing his bed.

***

Derek’s bed is pretty comfortable, Stiles thinks to himself as he digs himself in. Oh, who is he kidding?! Derek’s bed is amazing. The mattress is just the right combination of firm and soft, the pillow hugs his head and shoulders just right and the comforter is warm but still light to the touch. It’s a million times better than his bed at home, even when he’s not counting the fact that he’s sharing the bed with a hot werewolf.

Yet Stiles can’t sleep. 

Yes, the pillow is heavenly. Yes, the mattress allows his tired body to finally relax. Yes, the comforter hugs him nicely. But there’s something missing and Stiles knows exactly what it is. His pillow.

He needs to hold something. He needs to be able to curl around something. Or someone, his traitorous brain suggests as he feels Derek move across from him.

“Why aren’t you asleep, Stiles?” Derek asks in that long-suffering tone he uses when Stiles is doing something to annoy him. Which is pretty often, although Stiles knows the annoyance is mostly for show these days. He has turned onto his back, his eyes glinting in the moonlight where they are looking over at Stiles.

“Can’t,” Stiles laments, trying to catch the comforter between his arms in lieu of his dearly missed pillow. It doesn’t really work, because the comforter also has to cover Derek’s bulk and there’s little left to use. Little to none, especially when Derek snatches the comforter back from where it was probably leaving a cold gap on Derek’s other side. The sudden move has Stiles sort of falling over from where he was laying on his side. He’s more on his front now, filling up the space that was between them at first. He can feel the warmth of Derek’s body from just a few inches away. It’s actually kind of comforting.

“Try harder,” Derek commands and he closes his eyes again.

Stiles thinks of answering ‘Yes, Alpha’, but thinks better of it. It might make Derek move again, to push Stiles out of bed instead of pulling him in to have a cuddle. So he stays quiet and closes his eyes, focussing his mind on the almost tangible presence of Derek’s bare shoulder mere inches away. Derek is warm and smells nice and if Stiles was a werewolf, he’s sure he’d feel even better about having his Alpha so close. Yet even though he’s not a werewolf, he still enjoys it. A lot.

He falls asleep.

He knows that, because he wakes up at some point, at an unknown hour of the night. He’s warm, so warm. And comfortable, even though his pillow is a lot firmer than he remembers it being. It also moves a little, because his pillow is Derek and the Alpha werewolf gently moves his arm in what Stiles suspects is a more comfortable position. He would panic about sleeping half on top of Derek if he were not so damn comfortable. It’s hard to keep his eyes open. Surely if Derek wouldn’t want him sleeping on him, he’d push Stiles off. Instead, Stiles feels Derek’s arm wrap around his back, accompanied by a soft sigh from the Alpha.

Stiles sleeps.

***

Derek is not the first to wake up, although he is certainly not the last. He becomes aware of the world with Stiles wrapped around his torso, his head pillowed on Derek’s chest. He’s only a little surprised by how good it feels to wake up like this and it takes a while before he brings himself to carefully move out of Stiles’ embrace. The boy mumbles a little, but doesn’t wake up. Derek watches him for a moment, standing beside his bed. He’s not sure how to feel about this, except for some embarrassment about wanting to crawl back into bed and slot himself back into Stiles’ arms.

Downstairs, most of the pack is still asleep. Isaac has his arms wrapped around Jackson’s lower legs, as if he’s cuddling a particularly bony teddy bear. Jackson is still asleep, even snoring softly. Scott snores too, curled around his girlfriend in the large armchair. In the other armchair, Boyd is watching him carefully, his arms wrapped around his sleeping girlfriend. 

“Morning,” the dark man rumbles quietly, not to wake Erica.

“Morning,” Derek answers, keeping his voice down as well. “Coffee?”

Boyd inclines his head in thanks and Derek ambles on to the kitchen, where he finds Lydia, immersed in a science journal. She has a cappuccino sitting in front of her, the cup half empty. “Good morning, Derek,” she says, briefly glancing up from her reading material.

“Morning,” he repeats, busying himself with the coffee maker. He brings a cup to Boyd when he’s done and returns to join Lydia at the table. He sits back in his chair, his coffee in front of him, to catch the rays of pale sunlight that slant through the high windows. It’s quiet in the loft, with most of the people still sleeping and the ones that are awake quietly starting up their day.

He sips from his coffee, listening to the sounds of Cora waking up and going into the bathroom. She comes downstairs not long after, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt - same as her brother, her bare feet hardly making a sound. He points to the mostly full pot of coffee on the counter when she enters the kitchen and he gets a hair ruffle as thanks from his little sister. She pours herself a cup and leans against the counter, enjoying the sunlight on her face just like he is. 

It’s Stiles who comes down next, although Derek can hear from the way he drags his feet that he’s barely awake. Why he’s not sleeping in like he should be, is anyone’s guess. He expects Stiles to stop in the living room, to wake up Scott or maybe even Jackson if he’s feeling particularly cheeky, but he doesn’t. The footsteps pretty much make a beeline from the stairs towards the kitchen. Derek opens one eye from where he closed them against the sunrays to see Stiles shuffling towards him in his boxers and T-shirt, rubbing a hand over his face and yawning soundlessly. His hair is standing up on one side. He’s wearing socks, navy blue ones with a red line near the toes.

The werewolf opens his mouth to point his packmate towards the coffee maker, but before he can say anything, Stiles has reached his chair and slings a hairy leg over his lap. He plonks down unceremoniously and lays his head on Derek’s shoulder, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. 

“You were gone,” Stiles mumbles disapprovingly, his mouth moving against Derek’s collarbone. And just like that his heartbeat evens out and he’s fast asleep again.

Derek sits frozen in his chair, his heart beating loudly inside his ribcage. If Stiles were awake he could probably feel it pound against his own chest. His hands hover uselessly on either side, not knowing whether to wrap around Stiles or pick him up and toss him to the floor. 

Stiles is oblivious, his sleeping body moulding easily against Derek’s. He’s warm and pliant, just like he was when they were sleeping together in Derek’s bed. 

When he chances a look at Lydia across the table, she’s already watching him steadily with a sly smile playing around the corners of her lips. “Glad to see you two finally got your heads out of your asses,” she comments eventually, before primly taking a sip from her cappuccino and going back to her reading.

Behind him, Cora snorts quietly in amusement. She comes up at his back and puts a hand in his hair again, running her fingers through the short strands. It’s grounding and Derek only notices how much he needs that when she lightly scratches her nails across his scalp. 

“He’s cute like this,” his sister remarks and even though he can hear the humour in her voice, he can also hear the truth in her heartbeat. “Best not wake him up, big bro.” She runs her hand through his hair one last time and then she wanders off, leaving him to carefully wrap one arm around Stiles’ lower back.

Slowly, Derek feels himself relax. The loft is quiet and peaceful and Derek is in his own little bubble, with the sunlight on his face and Stiles in his lap. Almost automatically, he starts to rub his hand slowly up and down Stiles’ back. Aside from some sleepy snuffling, there’s no real response. Derek picks his coffee back up and slowly drinks it, tilting his face towards the sun. It’s a nice morning.