#yes it was a sterek fic

[patolemus]

It’s very humbling when you’re reading a book —part of a trilogy, very acclaimed— and the only thing you can think of is ‘the fanfic I read the other day was better’

[hellmersy]

I need people to understand that I want more scary Stiles Stilinski. I'm feral for this little sopping wet cat of a man whom everyone underestimates until he goes from 0 to 100. One second he's being a little damsel in distress but then one of his friends gets hurt and suddenly he stands in a field of gore cackling at the sky because the bloodlust has driven him nearly insane. Bonus points if Derek is there and matches his freak.

[hedwig221b]

Got tagged by wonderful people @patolemus, @demonicfaerie and @teencopandthesourwolf to share a wip, so here is a piece of my sterek twilight au (I'm going insane)

Stiles opened the door and was about to step out, when Derek called him.

“Stiles?”

He turned his head back, only to realize that Derek was very very close.

Stiles’ breath caught, his heart frozen in the sugar coating of trembling anticipation.

The sharp point of Derek’s nose touched his cheek, lighter than the wind. He inhaled deeply, taking the greedy lungfuls of Stiles’ scent into his body. Stiles fought the shiver at the thought of it seeping into Derek’s lungs, traveling with his blood, making Derek think of him, staying with him even when they were apart. It was a feral thought, new but so strong and lustful that it made his head spin from how pleasant it was.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open. His pupils were huge, with the thinnest thread of red wrapped gently around them.

“Sleep well.” His voice was a murmuring thunder.

Stiles swallowed against a dry throat, nodded, and got out of the car.

He walked in a daze to his house, his heart left in that damn Camaro. He stuttered through a weak explanation about his bruise to his Dad (he had to tell Lydia and Allison that he defended them from bad guys just so they knew), and stumbled upstairs.

The room was dark as he walked in. The soft light of the full moon lit the square on the carpet just below the window.

Stiles took a couple of minutes to glance over his makeshift board. With his lips set and his heart thundering in his ears, he tore it all away, leaving scraps of tape stuck to the wall. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, glued it to the wall, and wrote one word in bold black letters.

Werewolf

Stiles stared at it. The word glared back at him, standing out harshly against the white.

He capped the marker, tossed it onto the table, and took off his clothes. Thoughts swarmed his head the entire time, all at once, different and scary. The life and the death, the moon and the ocean, the secrets and their reveal. The thread of red wrapped lovingly around the black depths.

Derek.

Stiles thought about him the most. Something told him that it wouldn't be the last time, far from it. He thought about Derek's softness and his open desire to kill. Stiles’ hands remembered the heat of his hands. His neck longed to feel the coating warmth of Derek’s breath. His lips burned from the kiss that never happened.

Everything was so fucking complicated.

Except one thing.

It was the only clear thought in his head. The one that made his stomach clench from fear, his heart stutter from hope, and his lips stretch in a smile.

He was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Derek.

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[haletostilinski]

Goddamn, the things this Dylan O'Brien would have done to tumblr a few years ago. My brain cant even comprehend at which point of time we have arrived - him wearing something like this and tumblr only mildly amused instead of completly broken down. Time sure is something.

Sorry for this slightly late reply.

And yes, you are SO right! Him in sexy red lingerie would have had my dashboard going wild, for ages, with the image of him in that outfit alone.

Tumblr wasn't what it once was, though. I still completely freaked out over it, though! LIKE SIr? SIR?! How could you DO that to us?! 😭 Brain = broken.

[nerdherderette]

The Inheritance

Derek Hale, the Viscount Hemming and only son of the Third Earl of Beacon, was London's most notorious rake. His disinclination to appear with the same partner at social events was well-known; his discountenance to wed, even more so. Which is why no one was more surprised than Stiles when the dashing viscount—and Stiles' once childhood friend—presented him with a proposal he couldn't refuse.

[excerpt]: "Is Graceview Hall your only responsibility? What about love? Your family?" Derek jerked back in shock. She, of all people, knew what happened when he last fell in love. "You are four and twenty," Lady Belmont continued. "You cannot remain on your current path, carousing and bedding anyone who catches your eye. Why, even Lord Deucalion wed this past summer, and he was a reprobate of the first order." Derek may have owed his great-aunt what little remained of his dignity. This, however, was asking too much. "I will never enter the marriage mart," he swore.

For the amazing (and incredibly patient) @elisela, who challenged me with several things:

1. To write a historical romance

2. Make it a Sterek arranged marriage

3. Sprinkle in a bit of Marrish

4. And make it Friends-to-Lovers

I cut my teeth on Harlequin romances and this is an utterly self-indulgent homage to the genre. While it took me several outlines (and as many discarded drafts) to figure out how to make a friends-to-lovers scenario work, I finally came up with a story I'm excited to share! Thank you, elisela, for generously donating to FTH and for giving me something so amazing to work with!😘

Part of @fandomtrumpshate 2023. Posting on AO3

Please note: The image used to create the book cover is based on an AI generated image that was subsequently manipulated and then edited to make the cover. It's described in the tags but may be missed, and I don't want people to mistakenly reblog who didn't see the tags and who don't want any AI on their blogs

[seaweed-water]

yes chef, 150k, explicit, completed

Derek Hale is an up-and-coming chef emerging in the Chicago food scene, soon to be global, and Stiles Stilinski is Chicago's very own celebrity food critic.

*Inspired* by The Bear, among other chef pop culture references, this is also a love letter to Chicago, and kind of Illinois as a whole. Also, food. This fic is dedicated to food.

tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Food Service, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Chef Derek Hale, Food Critic Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Recreational Drug Use, Addiction, Masturbation, Powerbottom Stiles Stilinski, Daddy Kink, Service Kink, Stiles and Derek are verse, Derek Hale is a Good Boy, Dom/sub Undertones, Hurt/Comfort, Series, part one is a sad ending, part two is a happy ending, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Chicago (City), Somnophilia, Sickfic

art by @lokicorey

[th3archivisst]

Writing is like watching a mildly interesting Netflix program.

It’s fun, and when you start you spend hours on it, but if you make the mistake of taking a break before you’re done, say goodbye to finishing it that month.

[fruchtfliege]

LAST CHAPTER POSTED!!! 🎉🎉🎉

UNTIL IT CRASHES DOWN (99K)

Synopsis: Derek wasn’t born a wolf. Surrounded by a supernatural family, it’s pretty hard to forget that he’s not special, not powerful like Laura, or wild like Cora. His mom can barely look him in the eyes. But when a series of mountain lion attacks shakes the town, strange things start happening to Derek. Things he can’t explain.

So if he must befriend Stiles (the guy who had a crush on Derek since forever) to figure it out, maybe it's all worth it. To hell with his reputation! Derek can't go on not sleeping, hearing strange noises, and what's this pattern he keeps drawing every day? With only an annoying sister, a nosy kid detective, and his three preppy friends to keep him sane, what could possibly go wrong?

So, yeah, maybe Derek isn’t a wolf, but… he’s something.

Or, Derek is a banshee (but doesn't know it) and Stiles is obsessed with his nerdy personality and rude behavior.

Tags: Banshee!Derek. Sterek. Slow burn. Pining Stiles. Hurt/Comfort. Derek is the same age as the other teenagers. More petopher than I thought there would be. Derek is a preppy kid. No Hale fire (yet?). Domestic abuse (Argents). Peter has ADHD fight me. And if Derek is a bit neurospicy I'm just keeping it in character (but y'all aren't ready for that conversation).

Here are some memes to celebrate!! 🥰 (some light spoilers if you didn't read it)

[wellhalesbells]

for the wip tag game, i have questions and they are all about what Big Damn Neutrals could possibly be

Hahahaha. Okay, well, definitely it is a placeholder title and if you thought that sounds like Zoe's "Big Damn Heroes" quote from Firefly, you are correct.

I didn't come up with that until way, way later in the fic's progression because I had no idea that was going to end up being my answer until I got to it.

This is essentially a murder mystery fic. A complete AU where Derek and Laura never left New York and, instead, Stiles left Beacon Hills (and you can imagine what it would take for Stiles to have no ties to Beacon Hills, yeah?) and became their emissary. Derek is still his season one prickly, closed off self and so it's Stiles and Laura who bond and become friends, become family, and Derek who orbits that relationship. Then Laura is killed and Derek and Stiles have to investigate her death together, despite only really having animosity between them. Stiles because Derek never even tried to get to know him and Derek because Stiles took his sister away from him.

It's very slow going with this one because the atmosphere is so specific and it's not often I can get into the right headspace for it but, when I can, it's one of my absolute favorite things to work on! I love how adversarial and full of tension Stiles and Derek's relationship is in this one - right up my dang alley!

Snippet:

Derek slips off his mattress, lands on the floor with barely a sound.  Would’ve been none if he’d taken off his boots.

Hands are already wrapped around his biceps like a vice grip before he can even straighten up, his space encroached upon faster than should’ve been possible.  Fingers dig in harder and there would be bruises left behind if there could be.

“You don’t get to die,” Stiles hisses.

“I’m not planning to,” Derek snarls back, angry for no other reason than that it’s right there, at the ready.  It always is, has been.

“She wasn’t either,” twists out of Stiles’ mouth, even though they don’t know that.

That could’ve been Laura’s plan for all Derek can guess.  His big sister, always an enigma, smarter than him, faster than him, first to everything.

Even death.

The silence is rent by a sudden sound like stripping wood.  His head jerks, neck cricking, to find the comforter from his bed being tugged through a too-small opening in the slatted railing along the side.  Yanking down, pulling, like an invisible sailor hoisting up a net, tickling the hair on his arm, slithering to wrap around his wrist, bind him there.  He snaps his head back and now all he can see are Stiles’ eyes, bright and glowing like the moon outside the grime-encrusted window.  He fights off a cringe.  “Stop.  Now.”

The comforter goes limp instantly, puddles innocuously at his feet.  Stiles’ eyes are dark and unknowable, his worried face shadowed once again.  He pulls in a shaky breath, loosens his grip on Derek but doesn’t let go.  “You don’t get to do that.  You don’t get to fuck off without telling me anything, wondering if — if — fuck you for thinking I’d let that happen.  Next time I won’t sit here like some patiently waiting fifties’ housewife.  Next time I’ll rip this city apart, find you, and drop you off the first forty-storey I find.  Fuck you,” he reiterates harshly.

“Fine,” Derek says, less because he means it and more because he wants Stiles to shut up about it.

In truth, they barely know each other and clash more than peacefully coexist.  Stiles has been with them — with him, just him now — for five years but he had always been closer to Laura.  An employee to Derek, family to Laura.  He’s younger than Derek, more bullheaded, more alive than Derek’s been in years and maybe that’s why they never really mattered to each other.  For Stiles to pretend that anything else is true now… well.

Derek knows it’s because he’s just lost everything he had.  An orphan, with one friend who had up and disappeared on him years ago, when they found him.  Then Laura became everything he’d been missing.  And it’d seemed the same for Laura.  Stiles didn’t have anything but Derek left now.  That didn’t mean Derek mattered though; it just meant he was the last one standing.

Just like it didn’t mean that Stiles mattered to Derek either and Derek had thought, more than once, since Laura died: Good, now he can leave.

And then had to fight against the ensuing panic that thought inspired.

He understood it, even if he didn’t agree with his own reaction to it.  They were each other’s people by default, by a shared love for the very dead, very gone Laura Hale, and when you had nothing else, that became a thing worth clinging to.

Pack.  Or as close to it as they would ever get.

“Get into bed,” Derek snarls.

Stiles sighs and rubs a hand over his face.  He sidesteps Derek, drags the comforter along the floor without care, and Derek hears the whump of his flattened pillow joining it on the floor.  Stiles tosses both over the stripped bed, says to preempt whatever argument Derek might have, “I don’t do top bunk.”

Derek heaves out his own sigh, stripping off his jacket and knocking off his boots.  He sheds the socks too and gets into bed with Stiles.

They haven’t done this since the night they found her body.  It hadn’t been a decision then.  They’d been too broken to think, too broken to do anything other than shake and blink, tears silently streaming down faces and Derek had sat on her bed for a half-second before tearing it to pieces, shredding it, the bedding mounted up and destroyed and across the room in a fit of destruction and Stiles had flipped the mattress, long gashes rent down the center of it, pulled him down onto it and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as less of a comfort and more of a restriction, to stop him from destroying anything else.

Stiles doesn’t touch him tonight.  He rolls towards the wall, back to Derek while Derek scratches at the ridge of his eyebrow with his ragged thumbnail, flaking blood under what little is left of it, staring up at the dark bottom of the bunk above him, wide awake.

•

He opens his eyes to sharp sunlight, rays that’ve had time to hone themselves, coalesce, and start stabbing at strategic places in the apartment.  Like the backs of Derek’s eyelids.  The comforter around him is rumpled up, bunched in places from a restless sleeper.  Which he isn’t.  He frowns before it comes back to him.

Laura’s bed.

Stiles.

He’d woken up earlier in the pitch black with Stiles’ forehead pressed into the valley between his shoulder blades, breath a warm and reliable puff through his thin t-shirt, his hand clenched on the hill of Derek’s bicep, snagging him, pulling him back against him.

Derek hadn’t brushed him off.  Though it had given him a moment’s pause, strange without the swell of breasts between them, fingers digging and pulling him close to an unmistakably masculine chest.  But only a moment’s; he’d been asleep again minutes later.

Wip list is here!

[patolemus]

The best feeling in the world is when a fic you thought had been abandoned updates again

[thedaughterofkings]

Home, Hearth, and Stimulants

Getting snowed in at Hale's Home and Hearth was not on the agenda for the rush up to the holidays, but perhaps Hallmark knows what they are on about after all.

Fluffy holiday Sterek, featuring board games, being snowed-in and outsider POV!

Hannah is running late with her Christmas shopping.

That is not a surprise; she is late every year and despite all the New Year’s resolutions after a mad dash to get everyone something appropriate in time, year after year finds her in the same situation come next December.

The problem this time is that she’s not currently living in the city with all its shops and stores and their almost 24/7 opening hours, but instead back in Beacon Hills, with its single supermarket that sells not a single thing beyond the bare necessities, the candle shop that only opens three days a week if the moon is right and not at all on the second Wednesday of each month or on full moons, and the very questionable book store that seems to have every cookbook from the 19th century available (in appropriately mildew-y states) and a remarkable selection of fishing manuals, but not much beyond either of those categories. None of those will have anything Hannah could gift to her parents without being immediately disinherited.

Online shopping would of course be an option, but, well, as mentioned before, Hannah is late with her shopping. So late in fact, that even next day delivery, if it were a viable option in the pre-Christmas rush, would be cutting it uncomfortably close.

So there’s only one option left to her – Hale’s Home and Hearth.

Read more on AO3

[hedwig221b]

WIP Game

So, @salty-fryingpan, @endwersed and @demonicfaerie tagged me in a wip game 💗 thank you!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Unfortunately, all I have is two wips, so not much to choose from:

🌑 TWILIGHT

🌕 midsommar

Tagging softly @renmackree and @gege-wondering-around

[siriuslymcfly]

Hey tumblr I need help - if I’m looking for a dramione fic I read a whiiiiiile ago but can only remember a few plot details, how can I find it? Is there a blog who finds lost fics like our beloved sterek ones? Pls send advice ty 💖

[capriciouswrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Jackson Whittemore Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Magic, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Bugs & Insects, Pre-Relationship Series: Part 22 of shall i compare thee to a may day crashing on a mountain top? Summary:

Stiles rests his chin in his hand and watches the crowd. No one’s stopped to talk to him, and Jackson keeps giving him smug looks from his table, where he’s had a number of interested people stop and leave their cards.

It’s not a shock, but it is still disappointing. 

[lazinesswrites]

I'd like to request Comfortember with Sterek and Flashbacks please!

Hi! I'm a little stuck on how to actually write it, but I do have an idea for this! So I'm just gonna tell you about it instead:

Basically, I'm thinking something vaguely post-show (except probably a bunch of people are still alive) and Derek has a new big house that he mostly lives in alone but everyone else visits whenever and there's rooms for them and so on, and obviously Stiles visits most of all. And then they have some kind of Pack Holiday Potluck where they all gather at Derek's and bring different foods based on their different religions/traditions surrounding Winter Holidays.

And Derek makes some kind of food thing (idk what yet) that his mom used to make for the holidays that he hasn't had since The Fire, and the smell triggers a flashback of sorts to when he used to help his mom make whatever it is. And flashbacks like that, even to happy memories, always leave him sad and angry and all, because it's a time he can't ever go back to and he misses his family and- everything.

But this time, it's Stiles who drags him out of his head (unintentionally or not), and Derek has a whole lot of sappy thoughts about how he still misses his family and always will, but how he also has a new family now and can make new memories and new traditions - and share his old ones so they won't be lost just yet. How most of his old family may be gone, but they can live on through him and his memories of them.

[seaweed-water]

yes chef part two -> dying on the pass, 243k, series complete, explicit

alternate universe - human, alternate universe – celebrity, chef derek hale, food critic stiles stilinski, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, addiction, light dom/sub, daddy kink, service kink, praise kink, top/bottom versatile derek hale/stiles stilinski, power bottom stiles stilinski, dom stiles stilinski, sub derek hale, derek hale is a good boy, stiles stilinski hates derek hale, derek hale loves stiles stilinski, fuckboy stiles stilinski, pining, jealous derek hale, pov alternating, fuck buddies, complicated relationships, this gets really messy, not what it looks like, codependency, unhealthy relationships, trauma, they are literally obsessed with each other, derek hale in panties, spanking, subspace, healing sex, dacryphilia, orgasm edging, pet names