#derek please write this

[mythicalm0thii]

The one thing that I think would actually compel me to like Derek's books again is if he did a prequel based around Skulduggery's life and then eventual death

I don't want any high stakes, just something simple, seeing him interact with the people around him and in his life

Then, add some small foreshadowing to his death (like maybe even have Ghastly warn him of it)

But Skul will brush it off, and promise to be safe idk

Then, when the time comes, I want him to be desperate, start off with a rightfully angry man who misjudged his decisions, a simple mistake, then slowly add in the grief and the rage and the fear and the absolute devestation

I WANT TO BE BEGGING FOR ANYONE TO SAVE THIS MAN AND HIS FAMILY, FOR NOBODY TO COME

Skulduggery's death was a tragedy, it was sad, a waste of life

He was too young to die, too fresh, still truly understanding what it means to be in a war (he was around 100-150, wasn't he?)

Then, when he finally dies, he isn't granted peace, no, he wakes up, painfully aware of his own existence, and his own anger...

it would be very silly of Derek Landy to write that

I BETTER BE BAWLING MY EYES OUT OK??? I WANT TO BE SOBBING, MAKE THIS A SLOWBURN. WE KNOW THEY'RE GOING TO DIE, BUT DOESN'T THAT MAKE IT WORSE? KNOWING WE HAVE A TIMER ON THESE CHARACTERS LIVES, BUT WE CAN'T HELP BUT GET ATTACHED

oh and make Skulduggery ginger please

#skulduggery pleasant #derek landy #skulduggery when he was alive #derek please write this #and no more time travel please #just angst #very heavy angst #i better be bawling my eyes out sobbing #or i'll explode

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Do people still read sterek on ao3?

#go read my fic 'painstakingly (closer and closer) ' on ao3 please <3 #the handle is Humantangerine04 #sterek #genuinely asking #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #fanfic writing #archive of our own #derek x stiles

[omgpourquoi]

It’s 2023 and I just wrote a new Nurseydex fic. Love this for me— posting soon! 😂🤭

#Nurseydex #idk man I started listening to my playlist again and…. #erin writes #Nurseydex smut #omgcp #omgcheckplease #check please #derek nurse #william poindexter

[ryoto-kuki]

What if Stiles was a phoenix bird (the pack dont know) and died (he was shot and then burned into ashes cause I associate fire with phoenix birds) in front of the pack and Derek and then the pack and Derek thinking he's dead go down a spiral of denial and sadness. Derek confesses his love for Stiles to the pack while crying on the ground and then all of a sudden Stiles is back from the dead (his ashes turn into him with like fire related resurrection) and Stiles says he loves Derek too and confesses that he is a phoenix bird.

#please hear me out #sterek #derek hale #derek x stiles #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #someone write it #someone write a fic #i need this #so so much #im too lazy to write it myself #i have the idea #just need someone to execute it

[elisela]

Soft Fic 17 Sterek - absentmindedly fixing clothes

workday mornings

“Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and caused a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

“Five,” Derek corrects. He’s fiddling with his cuff as he walks in, and Stiles takes a moment to admire the sexy professor look he has going on—and also to wish fervently that he could manage to look that good in the morning.

Stiles pumps soap into his hand and uses his wrist to push the water on. “It was definitely six.”

“It was, and Lydia changed it to five. Early meeting the next day, she didn’t want to be out late.” Derek’s hand squeezes his hip as he walks by, and Stiles shakes his hands and turns off the water as the espresso machine starts up. “You want one?”

“Only always, babe.” He’s already had two cups of drip, but he’s also heading into the world’s most boring meeting and could probably use all the caffeine he can get. “Is it still—”

“—at Homegrown, yes,” Derek says. His voice is closer than Stiles expected, and when he turns it’s almost directly into his husband’s chest.

“I hate that place.”

Derek’s smile is gentle as his hands reach out and brush down Stiles’ shirt, and Stiles leans into it, pressing a kiss against the corner of Derek’s mouth before resting their cheeks together. “I know.”

The fabric of his shirt slides across his chest as Derek adjusts it. “Let’s ditch her.”

“Sure,” Derek says agreeably, likely because he knows Stiles wouldn’t dare.

“Call Jordan and get him to change it.”

“Sure,” Derek says again; Stiles believes it this time. The soft scratch of Derek’s beard brushes against his cheek and Stiles finds himself wishing they could both call out as Derek moves away. “I’ll have to meet you there, I have office hours until 4:30.”

Stiles checks the time on the clock above the stove and squints, thinking. “I have time to drive you,” he offers, “if you want to put those in travel mugs.”

Derek gives him a look over his shoulder and Stiles knows he’s been feeling the same way—they’re like two ships passing in the night lately, with Stiles’ project ramping up and the semester winding down for Derek. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to; Stiles sees him stack the small espresso cups back in their holder.

They rush through getting ready—Derek brushes his teeth while Stiles messes with his hair in the mirror, Stiles takes their shoes off the rack by the door while Derek gets their coats. He allows Derek to palm the car keys and slide into the driver’s seat even though it makes more sense for him to drive, and understands why when they climb out of the car in front of the BCU Humanities building and Derek snags his wrist and pulls him into a hug.

“Cabin this weekend?”

Stiles pulls away first—he hates to, but cross-town traffic is only getting worse. “I can … probably swing it,” he says, mentally reviewing his to-do list while smoothing the slight crease in Derek’s collar, “if you don’t mind me working at home tomorrow night.”

Derek pulls him back in and kisses his cheek. “Grading night it is,” he says. “Don’t forget to pick me up.”

Door halfway open, Stiles lets go to throw both hands up. “It was one time!” he yells at Derek’s retreating back, then scrambles to set an alarm on his phone just in case.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eli writes #please excuse any errors i’m literally writing these into the app while we drive from frankfurt to copenhagen #i’m doing my best haha

[nrnyx]

FBI Sterek/Miss Congeniality crossover AU: The one where buzz cut, flannel wearing, mouthy FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski has to go undercover as an actor and infiltrate young Hollywood Elite, and to the surprise of everyone including himself kinda, sorta, maybe becomes famous, wins an award, and... oh, bags Mr. hotty pants Agent Hale along the way.

#sterek au #sterek #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #someone please write this #i have too many wip #i can't #eternal sterek #sterek art #sterek edit #stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #derek hale #derek/stiles #teenwolf #teen wolf #fbi stiles #fbi derek

[aurevell]

The Only Thing Left Sterek | 13k | T

“You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?” Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water. Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Read on AO3 (or check out the beginning below)

The town grows less forgiving near its borders. Meaner, Stiles thinks, and uglier too. Once you’re too far from the main streets, the paved asphalt road fractures into rough gravel shot through with weeds. 

To one side of it, the ground slopes into a trash-choked ditch. Supposedly, it used to irrigate crops back before he was born, but that farmland is all overgrown now, the grass and wild shrubs almost hip-height, peppered here and there with the kind of refuse that takes real effort to move. Stiles sometimes likes to imagine how it all must have gotten there: shame-faced strangers lugging their mattress through the mud. Sneaking like thieves in the night to set down the old tires that now shelter stray cats.

And then, wedged right in the middle of the grime and gravel and mud, there’s a patch of dark woods that looks totally untouched. Like no one ever thought to use it or trash it, like everyone quietly agreed to leave it alone.

From the road, the tops of the towering pines whisper in the wind. A glint of silver through their crooked trunks turns out to be a wide spring of green water once you get close enough to see, mirror-smooth and shining. The woods are probably just a few acres in all, large enough to walk the perimeter of the spring in a quarter-hour at a leisurely clip, but not large enough to get lost in them. There are small signs of civilization, sure: some sort of barred drain as you leave the road, the weathered yellow sign warning of drowning risks, the hint of an old wooden structure through the far-off leaves. Otherwise, Stiles can almost pretend he’s in a pristine forest somewhere, the trees ancient and foreign and wild.

He likes to do that, sometimes. Pretend to be somewhere else, pretend this is one tiny touch of magic left in his world, its last remaining thumbprint. It’s nicer than the alternative.

When his mom was alive, she used to believe in that sort of thing. Old magic, she called it. She said that it lingered in some places. That humans had pushed it away little by little, maybe, and there was no room for it anymore except in little pockets you might stumble across by mistake. (When his dad was alive, he used to laugh and say that if magic were real, it was already spent up in things like batteries and planes and computers, because who knew how any of that worked?)

If there’s a magic to these trees or still waters, it must have something to do with how calm Stiles feels when he sits under the trees that stretch their branches over the spring, a calm he rarely otherwise feels. The edge of the water is a deep green ring, teeming here and there with rushes and duckweed. Water lilies too, red as a flare. In the middle of the spring, the water darkens almost to black as the ground slopes steeply out of sight. 

On the surface, the spring is always cool and placid. But that’s deceptive, Stiles knows. Still waters run deep. 

“Hello,” someone says, quiet, and Stiles startles and whips around. 

He’s perched on the bank of the spring, his back against a tree, and he should’ve heard someone stepping through the woods around him. The area is so rarely traveled that he wasn’t anticipating anyone else. But the voice, unexpectedly near, hasn’t come from the trees at all. 

It’s come from the water. Just a few yards away is a man swimming in the spring, only his head and shoulders visible in the green. He must have entered the water somewhere else, swimming in this direction while Stiles was glowering off in the distance. The banks of the spring curve out of sight to one side, dipping into the trees and then back around further off.

“God, you scared me,” Stiles says vehemently. A relieved laugh bubbles up from him after the shock. “Where did you even come from, dude? Isn’t it kind of cold out to be swimming?”

The swimmer barely moves as he treads. “The water.” The words are again quiet, but the still water carries the sound. His voice rasps, as if he hasn’t spoken all day. 

He’s a little older than Stiles, with dark hair plastered to his forehead. He’s markedly handsome, with serious features: his full lips are unsmiling, his strong jaw clenched. The dark water is barely clear enough where he treads to make out a pair of muscled arms sweeping back and forth with slow glace. Even from this far away, his light eyes seem to dance green along with the ripples. 

“You come here often,” the man adds. 

It doesn’t sound like a question, but Stiles answers it like it is. “Yeah, I guess I do. Nice out here.”

“You’re alone.”

Stiles hesitates for a moment, though the answer must be obvious. It’s a weird thing for a stranger to ask someone they just met in the middle of nowhere, especially a stranger who stares as baldly as this one does, but it’s not like the guy has moved to approach. He’s not threatening. He just waits through the pause, letting Stiles respond in his own time.

“Yeah,” Stiles says at last. “You?”

The man’s mouth twists, dissatisfied. “Always.”

This whole thing feels weird, Stiles thinks, this mystery guy. He tries to steer them toward even ground, neutral conversation. “So, uh, you’re not from around here, are you? Did you just come to check out the spring or something?”

“I live here.”

Stiles blinks in surprise. “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in town before.” No, he knows he hasn’t. He’d remember a guy who looks like this. He frowns, adding, “And, what, you know about this place and you come out here to swim anyway? The water’s gotta be freezing.”

“I like the water.”

Which, sure, that isn’t so unusual on paper. Deepwater Well turns into a popular hangout in the summer, and it’s a lure year-round for the local high schoolers who occasionally come to party on the shores. But it doesn’t change the fact that there aren’t that many swimmers, because those brave enough to enter the spring’s waters sometimes end up drowned. Sometimes worse. 

A handful of people have even disappeared from the area over the past few decades, making headlines statewide after searchers found nothing in the woods or water. Something to do with the way the spring connects to underground aquifers, the rumors say, or maybe some sort of current that drags you further down. It’s a karstic spring, full of deep shafts and narrow caverns that have never been fully mapped, and there’s no telling where you’d end up if you sank all the way to the bottom.

That’s probably why the nut jobs come out of the woodwork to talk about it online sometimes, joking about rare cryptids. And why there are conspiracy theories galore from every flavor of armchair detective imaginable. Stiles included. He has a morbid affinity for that sort of research, a shameless interest in the details of disappearances and cold cases, and this place always used to mystify him because it’s right in his backyard. But the internet holds few answers, even for him.

If this guy lives around here, he must know all of that, and yet he’s decided to swim anyway. Dumb decision, but who’s Stiles to judge. Maybe he’s one of those weird thrill-seeking, adventure-type people.

“Sure. It figures. Because of, you know.” Stiles makes a vague gesture at the guy, though he’s thinking in particular of those toned arms. “You, uh, just look like it.”

“Do you swim?”

“Yeah, in the summer. And in a pool. It’s kind of cold for it now.”

“It’s not cold once you’re in the water.”

“Sounds like what some crazy swimming enthusiast would say,” Stiles jokes. Even the thought of getting in the water makes him pull his hoodie a little tighter around himself. It’s not particularly cold today, but the breeze always makes the crisp fall air sting his skin. “That’s a sure-fire recipe for hypothermia. I’m too fragile for that. All skin and bones.”

It’s hard to be sure, but Stiles thinks the man’s lips twitch at that.

“What’s your name?” Stiles demands.

This time, it’s the man who pauses. It’s long enough that Stiles’s eyebrows begin to rise. “Derek.”

Stiles huffs out an incredulous laugh. “Why’d you have to think so hard about it?”

“Long time since I used it. The name.”

“You don’t get out much?”

Derek grunts. “No. What is your name?”

“Oh, yeah. Stiles.”

“Stiles,” Derek says slowly, stretching it out like he’s testing out the word.

“Are you at the community college?” Stiles wonders, still trying to feel Derek out. Gauge his age. “Or do you work?”

“Used to,” Derek says gruffly.

Stiles waits but, he doesn’t offer anything more. Which is fair, Stiles figures, because maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it with a stranger. And Stiles doesn’t like people prying into why he’s not in school. But still. “Really playing the man of mystery angle, are we?”

“Where do you come from?”

“Town.” When Derek just stares at him blankly, Stiles jerks his thumb back toward the road. 

“What is it like there?”

“In…Beacon Hills?” Stiles asks, incredulous. “You’re not really from around here, are you?”

Derek just grunts again. “I have not seen it.”

This guy, Stiles thinks. What the fuck? 

Read the rest on AO3

#sterek #sterek fic #mine #au-gust 2023 #that's a wrap! #crazy that it's over so fast #also i've somehow put derek in a Situation in 1/2 of the au-gust fics this year lol #anyway you know how sometimes you write a thing and it's like #this is gonna please maybe three people and i'm one of them? #this is that fic 😂

[kittenstiles]

saw this and thought of you @hedwig221b and your Sterek!!!! Derek who’s a fucking ruthless monster to everyone else but soft and gentle to Stiles because that’s his baby kitten princess sweetheart angel love!!!! and Stiles who undeniably loves it when Derek is possessive and lets him be, pleased when Derek takes care of him and kills anyone who bothers him, and while others are terrified of Derek’s full shift, Stiles gets 10000% turned on at seeing it!!!!

#hedwig221b #I AM OBSESSED WITH YOU #your fics feed my soul #i love how you always make derek falls instantly in love with stiles #it’s my fucking jam #i eat it up every single time #thank you for all the amazing fics #never stop writing please #i adore you ily

[handsofred]

Please help me with ideas for:

Accidentally hurt by friend.

It's my next prompt and I have zero ideas of how someone could be hurt other than a friend saying something to cause hurt, I want to do something different to that but my mind is a blank but I'm in a creative mood.

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #handsofred #sterek #ao3 #fic #teen wolf #writing #fics #peter hale #chris argent #steter #stargent #bad things happen bingo #helppp please #scott mccall #lydia martin #isaac lahey #erica reyes #vernon boyd

[jade-jupiter]

the TRAVESTY that is ao3’s complete lack of tagged bilingual-scott fics, what do you mean ONLY ONE TAGGED FIC?!

#teen wolf #scott mccall #I CANT BELIEVE IT LIKE POLYGLOT DEREK KILLS BUT THEY’RE THE ONLY MULTILINGUAL FICS #someone send some my way or just please pelaseee someone write some #there no way he isn’t bilingual tbh jeff davis can kiss my ass if he thinks otherwise it’s canon to me that he also speaks spanish WHY NOT?!

[urjustaguyonahorse]

when the drinks (two red bulls) start tasting like "hey do you guys wanna know what the ideal ships for every single teen wolf character ever and why?"

#i guarantee you will not like them #somebody PLEASE ask me about them #me physically repressing myself from not writing a novel #listen i watched it when i was 16 #i've had some time to think about it #somebody needs to talk with me because i have a god complex and also because it would be nice to know if i'm right or wrong #sterek is not one of them #but idk what jeff was thinking when he made eli stiles and dereks actual lovechild because that was basically canonizing it #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #kira yukimura #lydia martin #derek hale #noah stilinski #melissa mccall #allison argent #malia tate #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #jordan parrish #erica reyes #vernon boyd #ethan teen wolf #aidan teen wolf #braedon teen wolf #chris argent #hayden romero #theo raeken #liam dunbar

[agerefandom]

Hi! I'm so excited that you are back and feeling better! I know I should really be more precise but I absolutely love Twilight and Skulduggery Pleasant agere content but there is barely any. I absolutely adore how you write and the storylines in all of your stories. So if you would like to write some headcannons or anything on either of these fandoms I would be absolutely extatic!!!

Thank you so much!!! I am going to take this as a broad prompt of 'thoughts about age regression in these fandoms' and you have permission to send in a more specific headcanon request if you'd like (even though requests are closed).

I feel like my Twilight thoughts are very unspecific:

I love the Cullen kids as both regressors and caregivers, I prefer to write them in separate universes but both sides are so fun. Carlisle and Esme are 100% caregiver energy, there's no other explanation for them adopting the others. They're only five years apart physically!!

Caregiver!Volturi do have a special place in my heart but that's just because I love the way that Aro shows emotions with his whole body in the movies, I think it is so neat. Also, evil babies club needs evil vampire caregivers!!

I also want to give Bella all of the regression rights, she spent her whole childhood taking care of her mother and she deserves that time back!!! (personally, I favour Charlie, Alice, or Carlisle as her caregiver)

Meanwhile, for Skulduggery Pleasant...

I already wrote out some of my feelings about cg!Skul and regressor!Val in this post but I love it so much.

Regressor Valkyrie is in my heart and soul. It just makes sense.

Caregiver Tanith is also just *chef's kiss* perfection I have no notes she would absolutely scoop up a regressor like no one's business

Clarabelle is 100% a regressor and you cannot tell when she is regressing because she is just That Chaotic. I really like her with the zombie squad just being Babey, I think Thrasher would be an amazing caregiver

On the Dead Men:

Ghastly and Skulduggery 100% caregivers, I love them so much. I would headcanon Anton as a flip, who involuntarily regresses. Saracen 100% regressor, needs sooo much attention. Dexter Vex could go either way for me. Hopeless I personally like as a regressor, I know we don't have much on him but it's just a personal headcanon. I think I'd put Erskine as a regressor just for a little extra drama to some later plot twists.

Finbar Wrong would be the most chaotic caregiver but he absolutely would scoop a regressor in distress off the street and give them some badly burned cookies.

Okay, this one is controversial but hear me out: China Sorrows... age regressor. She had such a traumatic and controlled childhood, and she still holds herself to such an impossibly high standard, I think she should be a little kid and ride horses and maybe even get muddy. I would love to see Skul as her cg because I have a soft spot for the two of them but also I think she'd be okay on her own. Or as a development to her rivalry with Tanith???? Tasty.

There are So Many Skulduggery Pleasant Characters but these are some of my personal favourite headcanons!!

#asks #my headcanons #twilight agere #skulduggery pleasant agere #fandom agere #my writing #there are So Many skulduggery pleasant characters #derek landy help please #gush gush gush!!!! #twilight #skulduggery pleasant

[hashtagdex]

commissioned my very skilled girlfriend @horrortragedies for some good nursey/dex art

#check please #omgcheckplease #you will want to see this i assure you #it has Everything. tattoos. hickeys. ass. dick. #the COLORS and the POSE #if you dont have a twitter but are over 18 u can also message me for the full version. i need every living adult soul to see this actually #im going to write a companion piece to this #once i figure out a premise #reposting this bc it doesnt show up in the tag when it has or has had a link in it? busted ass website #nurseydex #dexnursey #derek nurse #william poindexter

[chaotictrashgoblin]

Read some amazing fics that gave me brainworm, decided to write one with similar theme, but on the future, year after the end of the series.

Except for that, I have to rewrite the series to fit my narrative, which forced me to make a fix-it fic as some sort of prologue for my main fic

And now I'm already on 50k words and I'm not even near the middle of the rewrite.

Why I did this to myself.

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #all this because i wanted a specific fic with stiles seeing ghosts #and no one was writing the way i wanted #so i decided to write it #but now im too deep #this is completely self indulgent #and im loving it #but holly hell #i want to read the end of the fic already #except that apparently i need to write it first #somebody help please

[hosseinis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aaron Hotchner/Derek Morgan Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Spencer Reid Additional Tags: Werewolves, Getting Together, Fluff and Humor, Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, werewolf!hotch, Human!Derek, Crack Treated Seriously, as seriously as comedy can be taken anyway Summary:

After a particularly exhausting case, Derek stops by Hotch's apartment to make sure he's taking care of himself. Instead he finds an enormous dog, and Rossi and Spencer are decidedly unhelpful about the whole thing.

#hotchgan #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN SIX YEARS #NOW TWO FICS PUBLISHED IN THREE DAYS? #THE BRAIN ROT IS REAAAAAL #anyway please dont take this too seriously #this was just me having fun with dialogue and crack #playing with comedy before i start breaking hearts #ginny does that writing thing #you like him more