#the sterek will happen

[keldjinfae]

Snippet Sunday

I have been tagged by @dear-massacre and @renmackree, and one of them happens to be my artist for the Sterek Reverse Bang, so... here's some of what I've written for it, thus far (no actual Sterek content yet):

They heard the City of Bones long before it came into view, faint voices and music reaching them as they approached from the forest. Derek picked up on it first by only the span of a few breaths, and he glanced over the rest of the werewolves in his pack without breaking his stride. While they were no strangers to the annual bazaar held every winter at the end of the harvest season, none of them were ever able to brace themselves for the unsettling feeling of magic steeped into the moonstone walls of Lunafell.

Tension pulled Erica’s mouth into a sneer, made more prominent by her red-stained lips against the paleness of her face, and her brown eyes narrowed, searching through the thick branches and brambles ahead for the earliest glimpse of the city, as well as the marketplace sprawling out in front of it. Her hand almost unwittingly sought out Boyd’s, reaching out to close the short distance between them so their fingers automatically intertwined to ground each other. Boyd’s free hand settled over the hilt of his sword like he was toying with a worry stone, his dark thumb stroking over polished ivory, but the rest of him exuded a practiced show of calm.

To their right, Isaac’s blue eyes darted between the rest of the pack before looking forward again. The slight frown drawing down his eyebrows made him appear more severe in the muted light peeking through the forest canopy. “I always forget how loud it is out here,” he said, breaking through the quiet that had settled between them. His arms folded in front of him, one hand settling over his elbow in a practiced display of nerves, while also putting himself in a better position to wield the massive hammer strapped to his back.

“It’s only going to get louder once the gates are open,” Jackson pointed out with a dismissive sniff from slightly behind his alpha’s other side, his own unease making him even more acerbic than he usually was. “I still say Peter should’ve been here for this instead, if he’s going to flinch every time someone laughs too loud,” he addressed Derek, angling a venomous glance towards Isaac before tilting his head upward in a show of superiority, even as the corners of his mouth and eyes grew taut.

Out of all of Derek’s pack, Jackson was the one who’d spent the most time within the City of Bones, having lived there before becoming a werewolf—he was also the one who would draw the most scrutiny, after the alpha himself. “Why are we leaving so much of the—” Isaac’s voice dropped to a lower pitch, casting a quick glance around them “—negotiations to him, again?” he asked with a jerk of his head in Jackson’s direction.

“He knows his way around the city more than any one of us,” Derek repeated the decision he’d made before leaving for the festival. “He’ll also have a better idea of how to handle the city guard.”

“Not much of a feat, considering he used to be one of them,” Boyd remarked wryly, but he still released his loose hold on his sword to plant it on Isaac’s shoulder. They may have been of a similar height, but where Isaac was long and lean, Boyd was solid, corded muscle, jostling his packmate so Isaac had to drop his fighting stance in order to remain upright. “And because he used to be one of them, he knows that the Argents will never take him back—not without killing him.” The wide smile he leveled at Jackson was all teeth, starkly white against his dark skin.

As I'm currently drastically out of touch with who is working on what (outside of the RB as crunch time looms ever closer), if you would like to share a snippet of what you're writing, consider yourself tagged. Otherwise, absolutely zero pressure tags for @nerdherderette @ephemeronidwrites @oldefashioned @greyhavenisback @vmures

[stereksimp]

*Stiles just killed Donovan in self-defense. He pulls out his phone, pausing on Scott's contact and stares at it. He remembers each time Scott has left him hanging or didn't believe him and promptly clicks on 🍋🐺. The call barely starts in on the second ring before it clicks.

Derek: What's wrong?

Stiles: Why does anything have to be wrong for me to call you?

Derek: Because if everything were alright, you would have just texted.

Stiles: ....I killed someone.

Derek: Why?

*Stiles proceeds to tell him all about Theo and the Dread Doctors. Then quietly goes through the night with Donovan.*

Stiles: I just need someone that will believe me. Please.

Derek: I'll be there tomorrow afternoon. You're going to be fine. Stay with the body. Call your dad. Tell him exactly what you told me. You did nothing wrong.

Stiles: *crying* I killed someone!

Derek: *calm* NO. You protected yourself and your father. I'm checking in at the airport right now. I'll be there in 16 hours.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay listen I know that canonically stiles is a walking disaster, and that if we put him in heels he’d be a walking catastrophe but it would be infinitely funnier if they actually made him walk better.

Like they are at a pack meeting and someone brings up the fact that the girls are always in heels even when fighting. So they make the guys try on the heels and Scott and Jackson are falling over, Issac is unstable, Boyd just stands their refusing to walk. Derek wouldn’t even put on the heels.

And stiles just struts around. First time in heels too.

It would be really funny.

[kennyomegasweave]

1. Stiles left Beacon Hills to never return and left his jeep.

2. Derek saved his jeep and fixed everything. Stiles's dad flat out says Derek saved it after Stiles left and tried to fix it up. Stiles had it held together with duck tape but Derek put everything into fixing it, but it wasn't able to run perfectly.

3. In the 15 years since Stiles left to never return, it ended up in the junkyard because Derek couldn't fix it like he wanted to, but he wouldn't abandon it.

4. Eli, Derek's kid, would routinely steal it to piss Derek off.

5. After Derek died. Stiles's dad gave Eli the keys to the jeep and told him Derek had "complicated feelings about the Jeep" but it should definitely be Eli's.

So like Derek was in love with Stiles huh? Like he saved Stiles's jeep, when Stiles himself abandoned it. He tried to make it run smoothly and when he couldn't he kept it under a tarp at the junkyard to not be driven but not to be scrapped either. And then his son would regularly steal it solely to piss Derek off. Derek himself said it was just to make him mad. And then when Derek died, Sheriff Stilinski gave the keys to Eli and said he should have it and that Derek had "complicated feelings about the jeep" but it was Eli's. Derek was definitely in love with Stiles and I just.

[thevillainsfangirl]

There are some ships that you just know would be 100% canon if they were an M/F ship, and that's mainly what pisses people off the most in these situations.

It isn't just about the ship; it's also very much about the homophobia (whether the creators know it or not) that is preventing the ship from being canon when they otherwise would be.

(Addition.)

[soritesparadox]

why is netflix zukka baiting us on instagram. anyway

[sterekcraptrash]

it’s that time of the year (sketch dump time)

stiles is talking nonsense and derek’s amused

[hedwig221b]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @endwersed 💗 and @dear-massacre 💗 centuries ago but I swear I didn't have any wips at all though now I'm getting back into it

💜

Derek froze in place.

He felt cold and he felt hot. Breaths just wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to blink.

The omega looked stunning.

Ethereal and deific. How could someone be this beautiful? He looked like sex personified.

His slim toned body moved with natural grace, almost gliding on the floor. His fair skin was kissed with constellations of beauty marks that went down his cheeks and neck. He was dressed simply, yet even the grey sweatshirt hugged his narrow waist in such a sinful way that one couldn’t help but yearn to grab it; his long legs in black jeans would look so wonderful while spread.

His face, however, made all those works of art seem like child’s paintings. Oh, how they failed to capture the beauty. How dare they even attempt?

The omega’s chestnut hair was ruffled, his beautiful dark amber eyes red-rimmed but even more so beautiful. Upon seeing Derek, the omega opened his pretty mouth in a small gasp — and, fuck, his lips.

Fuck.

Fuck.

And then, as if Derek wasn’t stunned enough, a small grin bloomed across the omega’s mouth.

Quick as a fawn, he descended down the stairs and stopped a step or two above Derek, his eyes running all over his face.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” Derek rasped.

For some reason, the omega blushed. He put the rucksack down on the floor, then lifted his right hand and daintily offered it to Derek with an almost shy smile.

No one moved.

“Stiles,” Deaton bit through his teeth.

The omega’s smile dwindled as he looked first at Deaton, then at the woman, and finally stopped his wide-eyed gaze at Derek who stood there like a fucking idiot.

“Isn’t this how they do in movies?” the omega asked, sounding genuinely confused.

“How do you know what they do in movies?” asked Deaton, and when the omega snapped his mouth shut, turned to the woman. “We shall search for the contraband tonight.”

The woman nodded.

With blush spreading down his face, the omega started to withdraw his hand.

It was then that Derek finally got his bearings.

Quickly, he caught the omega’s hand, causing him to jump, and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles.

Oh, what he would give to scent him.

“I don’t mind,” said Derek, then cleared his throat from the deepening lust.

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[haletostilinski]

I'm not going to be normal about bi buck being confirmed jsyk

[jade-bright]

At some point in my teen wolf au???

*new teen pack meet og teen pack*

Lydia: What is the worst thing you've ever experienced?

Stiles, family trauma, lost his spark back in high school, not being able to save the Hales, all the shit that happened in the show (or what he's dubbed, The Shit Show™): ...

Derek, blames himself for Stiles and Paige getting the bite and the Hales deaths (including Laura & Peter), The Shit Show™: ...

Jordan, having recovered his memories of being Camden Lahey after discovering he's a hellhound, remembers the abuse he went thru at the hands of his father and was a soldier in the military: ...

Heather, blinded after her failed attempt at a strong necromancer spell, watched her crush?/gf? die, became permanently blind (that no magic can heal) after bringing back Paige, The Shit Show™: ...

Paige: ...

Paige: Mr. Harris

Scott: What?

Paige, Heather, Stiles, Derek, Jordan (Camden): ...

Heather, Stiles, Derek, Jordan (Camden): Same

inspo x

[fanf1cadd1ct]

It's done, I'm officially a sterek shipper.

[tofixtheshadows]

Hey, come here a sec. Listen to me: if you want to do media analysis, you have to appoint yourself as Occam's Razor's defense attorney first, and you must remain on retainer no matter how deep into the meta weeds you get. The alternative is to succumb to the divine stupidity of posting for intellectual clout and trying to Da Vinci Code your way into proving that the color of a character's shirt means your OTP is real and definitely going to be canon.

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the dreams that are @hedwig221b & @dear-massacre 🥰

Another week, another li'l excerpt from my current Sterek FWB AU WIP: you don't see me. Derek and Stiles are besties since college and roommates, and Derek is 'straight'.

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"Don't try to swallow," Stiles says. "It can be... a lot, your first time. Especially for a straight guy."

Derek frowns. “I told you, I don't mind –“

A quick, high laugh from Stiles' smiling, pink mouth effectively cuts Derek off, and he abruptly yanks the supporting hand out from under his head to clamp firm fingers around Derek's bicep.

“Dude,” he monotones, "just trust me on this.”

Derek allows himself a beat to click his tongue irritably, but concession comes soon enough, in the form of a long, heaving sigh.

“Fine,” he grouses. “Just let me know when you’re close, then.”

"Sure, yeah, fine." Stiles' agreement comes out just a little bit breathless, and he squirms against the sheets as Derek knees his way in between his easily parting legs. "Shit. Okay. This... this is actually happening. Just – take it slow, all right? And be careful with your teeth, for the love of god."

The hot skin of the outside of Derek's thigh brushes, presses up against the soft skin on the inside of Stiles', and Stiles responds with an instant intake of breath, the grip he has on his own dick through his underwear tightening for a moment.

Derek feels like he's blinking through thick, sickly sweet syrup as he tears his gaze away and up to Stiles' face.

"Feel free to smack me around the head if I'm too terrible," he jokes.

Stiles rolls his eyes. The intensity of the gesture is undermined, slightly, by the bright flush that covers the entire expanse of his high cheekbones.

"Obviously I'm not going to smack you, Derek," he says.

Derek huffs. "I just mean, don't suffer on account of my ego, is all."

“I really don’t think I see any suffering on the cards here." Stiles pauses, head tilting to the side as he tucks one finger beneath the waistband of his boxers. "At least, not on my side, anyway."

"We should stop stalling," Derek rationalises. "This is already far too much talking for a decent blowjob."

Stiles scoffs, another finger slipping in to join the first. But still, they simply linger in that one place, making no move to push the item down, tug it away. Still, he just lies there, with the hard line of his dick obscenely visible through the indecently thin layer of fabric.

“Maybe I’m nervous,” he says.

Derek lifts an eyebrow. “You’re nervous?”

“Shut up,” Stiles says, a shaky laugh, a deep breath, and then his boxers are hurriedly pulled down to meet the bunched-up fabric of his sweatpants, his dick springing out to bounce against his taut stomach. “Okay. Fuck. Let’s do this.”

A snort escapes Derek at the severity in Stiles’ voice, the pinch of a frown creasing between his eyebrows. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep another burst of laughter from pushing its way out of him when Stiles’ mouth tugs even further down, almost comically downturned, at this barest hint of amusement.

Silently, Derek lowers himself, dropping his shoulders and his gaze until he can settle properly in between Stiles’ inched apart thighs. He takes in the length of Stiles’ erection, stiff and leaking a little at the tip, and he feels a hot simmer churn in his stomach, a vibrant current running underneath his skin.

Nerves, obviously. Simple, inevitable – nerves.

Enough words have passed between them now; too many words, just like he said before. And it’s without another syllable passing through his lips that he gets himself comfortable, reaches out to curl fingers at the base of Stiles’ dick to hold it firm and ready, and leans forward until he can wrap his mouth around the tip.

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No pressure tags! @aurevell @crownofstardustandbone @lucky-bishop @renmackree @thotpuppy

[patolemus]

In the middle of reading this wonderful fic and I had to share this

Girl, I think that’s just Kate. You don’t have to add the evil, I think she comes that way prepackaged

[buckybarnesss]

Fandom: Stiles hates derek!!! They never once got along!!

Stiles: gazes fondly at Derek's initials, complete with a lil smile and eyelash flutter

not only did this run parallel to scott adding allison's initials under his but those weren't even derek's initials. he wasn't there for his senior year.

stiles just saw the same initials and got all gooey about it because he misses derek.

one episode later in parasomnia scott and stiles have their benefit of a doubt conversation where scott makes this entire face before bringing up derek to stiles.

there's a significant pause between scott saying derek and kira than liam too.

scott is aware stiles is in his Feelings about derek and by this point it has been months since mexico.

the face of a person who knows he's about to poke at a sore spot and is calculating on how worth it is.

[basicallystressed]

Stiles: “Sometimes I look at a rock and say ‘I’m dumb as a rock’ and then apologise to the rock because I called it dumb and then realise I am talking to a rock”

Derek (shrieking in the shower): …….how did you get here!!!????