Look, I like my boys oblivious or dumb. Or self-sacrificing. I like them to feel like maybe they don't deserve something good. I like all of this stuff as much as anyone else.
But it has a limit.
Oh, pretend dating for mutually beneficial reasons which develops into something more but they both think it's still fake? PERFECTION. Sign me up because I am HERE. FOR. IT. And then they "break up" once their goal has been achieved? And while they're apart they realize it was all real? And happy ending? Give it to me. Shut up and take my money.
But you say they didnt realize what they had? So they are still separated but pining? Okay... I mean... I can still dig it.... a slower burn but that's still yummy. Keep going.
Oh shit! They have to have the seggs for some reason? Heck yes! This is how they get together! I LOVE THIS. Hell yeah!
Oh.... they.... go their separate ways after the seggs? They STILL don't realize they should be together? Oh god they aren't even talking anymore?
Ah, I see! Their mutual friends tell them what they apparently aren't seeing for themselves. Okay. That's cute. We love supportive friends.
They refuse to listen to their friends? Huh. Okay.
Oh gee another call for fake dating. I wonder if it's going to stick this time? No? Okay. Waiter? I'm ready for the check please. Thank you.
I will leave a story after 17 of 22 chapters for this shit. I'm not playing. I'm reading something now I'm just.... HOW? There is NO WAY.
I just... It's not cute anymore. It's not fun. It makes me want to stop reading. 90,000 of your 100,000 words can't be that oblivious. CANNOT.
I put together a little collection of Sterek and Steter fics for funsies. “Just a few fics”, I thought, “nothing too crazy.” Thirty fics later I had to cut myself off and finalize the list. You can thank @the-cookie-of-doom for the inspiration.
These primarily fall under the Hurt Stiles Stilinski category because I apparently like to see my comfort characters suffer. Most of these have hopeful/happy endings but mind the tags. For reals.
Placed under a cut since I have no self control and this turned into a long post.
adore to see your eyes fly by @1001cranes
(11,309 l E)
stiles is a pyromaniac, derek is a sociopath. a match made in some kind of heaven. teen wolf kink meme fill.
take my heart from me by @areiton
(23,188 l NR)
He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them.
He just wanted to keep them all safe.
That's all Stiles ever wanted.
"Why Can't You?" by @asterekmess
(3,602 l T)
Now. This was happening now, and he couldn’t be less prepared.
After a long night, things between Stiles and his father come to a head.
And You Say You're Alone by bi_leigh_bi
(30,314 l E)
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
A Victory March by @churkey
(2,688 l T)
When Stiles is eight he learns that nothing will be the same. His dad comes home one day after work and sits Stiles down for a talk. He explains that werewolves and all the monsters are real.
They're real and not hiding under anyone's bed.
Bury the Moon by darthjamtart
(16,592 l M)
First things get bad. Then they get worse. Stiles doesn’t know what he’s sacrificed until it’s too late.
Dying is the easy part.
Love's Violent Delights by @dexterous-sinistrous
(10,685 l E)
Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted.
Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek.
Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.
Empty by @discontentedwinter
(48,034 l M)
Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.
Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent
(188,781 l E)
Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.
He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.
But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.
It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.
Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.
His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.
It Was a Wednesday by @isthatbloodonhisshirt
(80,129 l M)
“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.
“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”
“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”
Tiny Houses by @ohmyjetsabel-blog
(77,183 l E)
"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.
God, he dreams.
He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."
I'm There in the Water by @spaceprincessem
(15,878 l T)
“But it’s—” Derek paused, his words unsure, “it’s not like us,” he swallows hard, chin dipping to his chest in frustration, “it’s like a…”
“An abomination,” Stiles finished, nodding his head as he finally lets his gaze really look at Derek since Scott had pulled them from the water.
He suddenly wished he hadn’t because the way Derek looks at him makes Stiles feel like he is ten years old again. Like Derek is seeing him for the first time since they accidentally fell into each other’s orbit all those years ago. Like Stiles isn’t a burden or invisible.
Like he is enough.
Or five times Stiles felt like he was drowning and the one time he finally caught his breath
Gunplay is Not Really Our Kink by theroguesgambit
(2,577 l M)
“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?”
Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.
The Price by theroguesgambit
(18,452 l M)
Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.
Nieważny by Zethsaire
(2,037 l E)
The pack is gone, everything they've ever cared for destroyed. Now Stiles and Derek hunt the hunters, taking revenge in the only way they know how; blood.
Make Me Bleed by @asarcasticwitch
(2,304 l E)
Peter’s expression contorts, impressed or surprised, Stiles can't decipher, but the grin on his face proves he’s not exactly disappointed with the unexpected turn of events.
“Which bite exactly were you hoping for, hm?” The older man curls one hand around the back of Stiles’s neck, trailing his thumb along his pale, fragile throat.
Stiles tilts his head back in unyielding submission, giving the wolf no room to debate his sincerity. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Alpha.
Two Roads Converge in a Graveyard Town by @cywscross
(15,645 l T)
The Deadpool brings one more assassin to Beacon Hills. A man's gotta eat after all.
when you're going through hell (keep going for me) by cywscross
(57,022 l T)
Peter is abandoned in the aftermath of the fire, and Eichen House takes ruthless advantage. Six years later, when he's finally able to move again, he finds himself in a cell with a boy in a straitjacket.
(Kate’s biggest mistake was letting Peter live. Eichen House’s biggest mistake was letting Peter meet Stiles.)
Don't Fail Me Now by @discontentedwinter
(36,315 l E)
Stiles goes to Derek looking for help.
He finds Peter instead.
Peter takes what he's wanted for a very long time.
Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter
(56,525 l M)
The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.
It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.
Bite Down by EclipseWing (@shadow-of-the-eclipse)
(27,586 l M)
In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.
Into Eden by @graciebirdie
(12,232 l M)
Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he'd hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn't turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.
Before you let go (and the light takes you in) by Issay
(4,032 l E)
Stiles makes one last errand - goes to leave flowers on all the other graves. Fuck, so many graves. The grief is as endless and as inescapable as the sky.
He goes home and there is a thing wearing his father's face, waiting for him in the kitchen.
Call My Name by KouriArashi ( @gingersnapwolves )
(81,370 l M)
After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.
Hide my tears in the rain. by MrsRidcully
(6,865 l M)
After years spent successfully dodging werewolves, evil spirits and wendigos, it was a drunk driver who stole his Dad, a drunk driver with a suspended license and a record sheet as long as Stiles’s arm. Stiles would have laughed at the irony if he hadn’t been so busy screaming.
In My Veins Like Disease by romanoffbarton
(1,140 l T)
He tries to leave once.
Foreshock by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon
(22,816 l E)
The day Stiles’ mom died, he almost leveled his house.
Not on purpose. Not even by mistake, really. More by instinct.
Since then he's dug his fingers into everything his has left, holding on with desperation.
Desperation never stopped an earthquake.
Your Touch is My Choice by twothumbsandnostakeincanon
(2,171 l T)
The first time John does it, Stiles is two years old and about to run into the road.
“Mieczysław!” Heart pounding, John grabbed him by the back of his neck and got a hand around his tummy, snatching him back. “No, you have to stay away from the road,” he said firmly.
Shameful Company by Whispering_Sumire (@whispering-sumire755)
(38,779 l E)
"Did I turn into a unicorn?" Peter asks dryly, and Stiles glares at him for a moment before the laughter bubbles up, unbidden, nearly unwilling, and he looks so surprised at the sound, his shock dimming it for a moment before it bursts through with even more trembling ferocity. A long, thin, willowy hand curls into a soft fist over his mouth, and he's shaking, frail, more tears falling, but the copper of his eyes are glowing, crinkling around the edges and scrunched with mirth.
[About a year before the fated Hale fire, Peter starts having nightmares that involve a woman with red hair. The nightmares lead to a spell that brings a man back through time, and, eventually, though the time-traveler is traumatized in the most horrific ways, and Peter's never been good with or for people, in general, they develop a bond that neither of them expects.]
Would You Forgive Me If I Called You Hope, Peter Hale? (Hope, By Any Other Name) by Whispering_Sumire
(10,099 l T)
Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.
"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.
He doesn't like it.
"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"
"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.
"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"
[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]
everytime i find a new artist who’s art style i really enjoy and they draw my fav ships i’ll obsessively stalk their account and like/reblog everything and then cry over the art
anyways here are some of my absolute fav sterek or other artists @l1ng @benaya-trash @sterekcraptrash @faevorite-main-blog @myrkky @mrkgrl @owlpipscribbles @geeky-sova @yauoiyi @shadowinkkk @beerwolves @eyewhiskers
#maybe i’m mentally ill but who cares #artists i am sorry for the notifications spam i just love ur drawings pls #sterek #sterek is eternal #sterek fan art
Ya'll better be ready for a cool plant based fanfic with Sterek
it's just a VIBE
it's going to be good
and even if a lot of people don't like it fuck you I like it
No but seriously this should be good!
I swear on it
also don't worry, I'll be working on other fics as well this week and getting brain power together to work on the second fic in that Family series I have :]
this is for the secret garden au where kate captures and collects creatures (mostly turns her victims into stone).. stiles is some sort of mermaid, nymph? swamp creature/? kept in a pond of said garden, derek ended up in the pond and he’s still missing his right arm 💔 if you have any fic recs like this leave them in the replies, id love to read them bc i cant write ꆤॄꆤ
i forgot stiles was green in my previous drawing for this au 🤡
belated sterek daddies for @tripl3a! 💜 i’m sorry i’m late and i hope your birthday was as fabulous as you are!
Derek trudges down the stairs, finally having wrangled their exuberant daughter into bed after an extra long bath, with a bath bomb, papa!, two stories and three songs. He’s preparing himself for Stiles to admonish him for being a total pushover when he’s arrested by the sight greeting him on the couch.
Stiles’ arms are wrapped protectively around Jacob who is draped across his dad, drooling a little on his chest. Stiles’ hair is sticking out everywhere and there’s an applesauce stain on his sweatpants and he’s not wearing a shirt because Lena spilled milk all over him at dinner. He’s beautiful. He’s always been beautiful, but Derek thinks he’s maybe never been more beautiful than he is right now. He’s overcome, like he is so frequently in the last eight years, with disbelief that this is really his life. That he gets to have this. A home. A pack. A husband. Two beautiful children. He shakes his head, trying to dislodge the intrusive thoughts about what he doesn’t deserve before they can take root, and crosses the room to Stiles. He untangles his arms and gently scoops Jacob up. Stiles starts when he lifts him off of his chest, but gives him a blinding smile once he opens his eyes.
“Sorry. Dozed off. I know we’re supposed to be working on getting him to fall asleep in his crib- I just…”
“It’s okay, Stiles. He can sleep in his crib now. I don’t think snuggling our babies will ruin them.”
Stiles just smiles. Derek’s not the only pushover and they both know it.
“Is Lena asleep?”
Derek rolls his eyes and smiles. “Yes, finally. She was excited tonight.”
“How many books did you read her?”
“Did you sing?”
“Maybe a little,” Derek mutters.
Stiles grins at him and sits up to run a hand over Jacob’s back.
Derek bends to kiss the tip of Stiles’ nose. “Let me go lay him down. I’ll be right back.”
Stiles nods and watches them go, sinking back into the cushions.
When Derek comes back down, he finds Stiles right where he left him. He slides in behind him, pulling him against his chest so he can trail his fingers up and down his smooth, pale skin.
“I want another one,” he whispers, so quiet he’s not sure Stiles will hear him.
He can feel Stiles’ laughter against his chest, though he stays quiet.
“I know, baby.”
Stiles twists to face him, kissing him lightly before answering. “The way you look at Lena when she’s helping her brother. That look on your face you get every time Jacob outgrows something. Your face when Allison told us she was pregnant again. The way you look at me whenever I’m holding Jacob or Cara. You aren’t subtle, baby.”
Derek hums. He should’ve known. Stiles always sees right through him.
Stiles laughs and drags himself up to kiss him properly. “We’ll see. Tonight I wanna kiss my husband and get some sleep. Okay?”