#getting my sterek mojo back

[nrnyx]

PROMPT: How about Derek and Stiles meeting at a dog adoption event and falling in love over the same dog.

Thank you @steelcodewolf-blog for the prompt!

Stiles ran up to the counter and slammed his application down. “For Sparky!” he gasped out of breath as he’d just sprinted the entire mile to the adoption agency after his jeep broke down. It was finally the day. Stiles was free of his lease agreement and moving into a pet-friendly apartment. He could have a dog - his dog because he’d been visiting Sparky for months now after seeing his cute picture online. 

The animal shelter staff held Sparky as long as they could for him, but he’d been warned that today was their big adoption fair, and Sparky would be part of the group being pushed hardest for adoption. Sparky had already been with them for nearly a year before Stiles showed up, and before that, poor Sparky had been shipped from another shelter in New York. The shelter couldn’t hold him if someone wanted to adopt him. 

Stiles hadn’t been too worried. One of the reasons Sparky was still around was because he was a rather large and somewhat alarming German Shepard mix that might have actually been a wolf-dog, but the shelter didn’t have the funds to test his genetics, to be sure. Sparky had never been aggressive or tried to attack anyone. He was a chill dog that loved belly rubs, so he remained up for adoption. 

The staff even said that Stiles was the only person Sparky had ever shown an interest in. Sparky didn’t really like toys, wasn’t interested in other dogs or attention of any kind really, but he liked Stiles. The staff said he already knew the sound of Stiles's jeep and only ever bothered barking to alert them that Stiles was coming. Stiles adored the old grump right back and had visited him at least once every few days with the hopes that no one else would take notice of just how awesome Sparky was. 

Being a newly graduated college student and an intern with the FBI didn’t exactly bring in the big bucks yet, so Stiles had to wait for his lease to be up in order to find a new place to live that allowed pets. He’d managed to scrape up enough extra money for the rather hefty pet deposit and had Sparky a new bed, food, and dog tags waiting for him in the jeep, which they would have to walk back to, but he was sure Sparky would like the chance to stretch his legs.

It was going to be awesome.

Martha’s face fell as soon as she realized it was him, and Stiles felt his heart falling right along with her look of pity. “Stiles…” she started, but Stiles didn’t give her time to finish.

“Where’s Sparky? Please tell me you didn’t give him to some stranger off the street! I’ve been coming in for months!” Stiles protested in disbelief. How could they betray him? He thought they were all rooting for him and Sparky. He’d told them he would be in by the end of the day. They promised that even if someone tried to adopt, they wouldn’t let Sparky leave the same day. They’d make an excuse to hold him as long as they could for Stiles.

“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I know how excited you’ve been. This must be so heartbreaking for you, but his dad showed up,” the woman explained with actual tears in her eyes. 

Stiles couldn’t find his voice. That had been the last thing he’d expected to hear. “His dad?” he finally managed to get out. “His dad?”

“Yes, he had proof -” 

“He lost him! He lost him for over a year, and you’re just going to let him walk in and take him! Just like that? Clearly, the guy wasn’t a responsible dog parent to begin with. I mean, what kind of evidence did this guy have?”

“Uh Stiles…” Martha tried to interrupt, but Stiles was on a roll. There was no way Sparky was going anywhere with anyone but him. 

“Because photos can be photoshopped, and videos can be falsified. I know! I work for the FBI. Who is this guy? I want to see some I.D. and this so-called evidence. No one is leaving here with Sparky until I hear this assholes side of the story because there’s no way Sparky - ”  

“Jacks,” a male voice spoke up from beside him, and Stiles was momentarily left speechless as he turned and caught sight of, frankly, the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he’d gone to school with Jackson Whittmore. 

“Holy shit, adopt me,” Stiles mumbled before his brain-to-mouth filter could catch up.

The guy's eyebrows did something impressive. “What?” 

“What?” Stiles asked back equally as dumbfounded. Honestly, he was just as surprised as anyone at what came out of his mouth sometimes. 

“Stiles, uhh… meet Sparky’s…  I’m sorry. I mean Jacks’s dad, Derek Hale,” Martha introduced as Stiles's big brain tried to get back online. “Apparently, Jacks was stolen about a year ago. His dad’s been looking for him ever since. He tracked him down here all the way from New York. Crazy, right?” Martha laughed nervously as she looked between the two.

Stiles eyed Derek Hale for a long moment and already felt himself accepting this new disappointing reality. The guy looked like Sparky’s dad. They both had a certain wolfishness about them that was undeniable. Honestly, Derek Hale had to be the most dedicated dog dad in the world to have tracked his lost dog all the way across the continent. 

Stiles felt himself deflating. “I’m glad you guys are reunited. I’m sure Sparky - I mean Jacks is pumped to see you again.”

Derek fished his phone from his pocket and turned it so Stiles could see the screen saver, which was truthfully the most adorable picture of the two together and obviously happy. “After he was taken, it took me a while to track him down. I found out that a shelter in New York shipped him to the West Coast, thinking he’d have a better chance of being adopted, but they couldn’t tell me where he ended up. I started checking shelters in Washington and was working my way down the coast when I saw an ad for today’s event. Jacks picture was part of it.”

“I’m glad you found him,” Stiles offered again, unable to look at the guy as he said it even though he did mean it. He couldn’t even get that kind of dedication out of a boyfriend. This guy was like a superhero or something. “Cool, well I gotta go…” 

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Jimmy from the back was calling for him. Stiles knew Jimmy was the one who typically got the adopted dogs ready and brought them out to greet their new owners. He needed to get out of there. Stiles didn’t think he could say goodbye to Sparky- well, Jacks, which was a much more suitable and dignified name, he supposed. 

Derek, with his man stubble and leather jacket, looked like a guy who would own a dog named Jacks. 

More proof that they fit together.

While Derek was distracted, Stiles slipped away, shoulders slumped as he started the long walk back to his jeep. About halfway there, a familiar bark froze him in his tracks. Stiles turned just in time to see a black pickup slowing down to a stop beside him. The passenger window was down, and Jacks's big head was sticking out of it. 

“Do you live around here?” Derek called from the driver's side as he leaned out of the way of Jack’s aggressively thumping tail. 

Jacks whined, and Stiles immediately reached out to soothe him, running a hand over his massive ears and scratching how he knew Jacks liked. This earned him a great big lick across his face in return. Stiles laughed, swatting playfully, but Jacks only pushed closer, beginning to lick Stiles in earnest.

“That’s amazing. The shelter told me about you visiting him. I didn’t believe them at first. Jacks has never taken to… well, anyone else really,” Derek spoke up again, amusement clear in his voice as Stiles tried to fend off all the affection being lavished on him. Jacks had never been quite this excited to see him either, but it was a very welcome shift after the heartbreak he’d been feeling a moment ago. 

At least Stiles knew Jacks would miss him too. “Yeah, me and him… we kind of bonded while he was waiting on you.” Stiles shrugged in reply taking a small step back and almost giving in again when Jacks whined in protest.

Derek glanced at Jacks, before reaching out and patting him on the back in a reassuring way. “They said he was pretty depressed before you came around. Wasn’t eating much or leaving his kennel,” Derek explained. Stiles hadn’t known that part, but he was glad he helped Jacks until Derek found him. It was at least some comfort he could take home with him.

“I should uh… get back to my jeep,” Stiles said, pointing his thumb in the direction he was walking. 

As much as he liked seeing Jacks he really wanted to get home and have a good cry in private. Not only was he losing Jacks, but Jacks owner happened to be an insanely hot guy right out of Stiles's fantasies and entirely out of his league. It just reminded Stiles of exactly how lonely he was these days. Loneliness and his last breakup had been the whole reason Stiles was on the shelter’s page looking at adoptable dogs in the first place. 

“It’s parked a little down the road. I need to call a tow,” Stiles felt the need to explain, hoping his ears weren’t as red as they probably were. It was a bit embarrassing, but the jeep had been his mom’s, and he only had a few more years as a lowly FBI intern before he could afford to get it fixed properly. Maybe he could get his pet deposit back. That would help pay for the tow truck he was going to need to call. 

 Derek leaned over to unlatch the door. “Hop in. I’ll drive you down there and take a look. I’m a mechanic.”

Stiles couldn’t help how his mouth fell open. Could this guy be any more perfect? The only thing that would be better was if he were - 

“And maybe you’ll let me and Jacks take you to dinner… you know, as a thank you for looking out for him.” Derek sent him a wolfish smile that had probably seduced the panties off of hundreds of college co-eds back in his day. Stiles wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he could now be bunched into that category. 

“Uhh yeah okay…” Because what else was he going to say. Jacks moved over a bit to give him room, and as soon as Stiles settled, he had a lap full of wolfdog. 

Derek threw his head back and laughed. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to be letting you leave so easily.”

Stiles cleared away the lump in his throat and buried his face in Jacks soft fur. “I don’t mind.”

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek au #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #eternal sterek #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #sterek fic #sterek prompt #steelcodewolf-blog #getting my sterek mojo back

[taleah-bonnick]

more sterek fic recs - all completed

finally, some more sterek! enjoy :)

quiet perfection by hyperlittlenori - this is one of my favourite sterek fics ever, it's honestly one of the softest things i've ever read and it has me grinning from ear to ear every single time i read it. it's an AU with a deaf derek and a sign speaking stiles. they meet for the first time at the station and are instantly enamoured with each other. all i want is for this fic to become a series, i just want more of them.

chasing slumber by hyperlittlenori - another fic by this author! this is some of the most intense sterek smut i've ever read in my life, i literally forgot to breathe during it. the boys use sex to cope but it's a lot healthier than it sounds, i swear. there's also a lot of fluff, i love this one so much. this authors writing is immaculate.

from love not lust by hyperlittlenori - another one, i know! this one is just really simple and sweet. the boys fall in love through book annotations and it's so extremely soft. asexual derek is beautiful.

deaton's dream beans by thenerdnextdoor - a coffeeshop/bookstore AU! derek is a brooding hermit who owns a bookstore and stiles is an obnoxious but adorable barista who's trying to start a war with a rival coffee shop. this is such a fun story, with a tiny bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff. also, background thiam! i've read this multiple times, it's just so silly.

i ain't scared of your teeth by antisepticdork - stiles gets attacked by harpies, derek gets growly about it, they fall in like. this one is very much a 'monster of the week' fic, very chill and a bit goofy.

we've written volumes (in blood and scars and ink) by notthequiettype - stiles gets attacked by the alpha pack and derek nurses him back to health with a whole lotta werewolf healing mojo. solid banter, minor smut and a lot of fluff.

you saw me standing alone by orphan account - so obviously i like fics where stiles gets hurt and derek plays the sexy nurse, because here's another one! this is such a sweet fic, and the smut at the end is A+, slutty bottom derek is one of my favourite flavours of derek. he mewls, guys. mewls.

this is ridiculous by zosofi - a pining derek, a bloodthirsty, virgin killing unicorn and an oblivious, virginal stiles stilinski. this fic is so goofy and i love it.

warm shadows by stilinskisparkles - stiles gets hurt after another kidnapping and derek offers to help him out while he heals. a zero angst fic with some great banter and an evil peter hale thrown into the mix. these boys are so in love i wanna scream.

hear it in the silence by elisela - post season six fic where stiles and derek are best friends. stiles drags derek along on an impromptu road trip to escape the pressure of college and they realise they're in love along the way. such a romantic fic with top tier healthy communication, it's just a really beautiful story about falling in love with your best friend.

click here for part one of my sterek fic recs!

#ao3 #ao3fic #fic recommendation #archive of our own #fanfic #fic rec #sterek fic rec #sterek #stiles x derek #derek hale #sterek is eternal #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fan fiction #sterek au #sterek fanfiction #sterek fic

[exhuastedpigeon]

Omg tell me about townie sterek please

Okay this fic is my dearest fic and I realllllly want to get my Sterek writing mojo back so I can write it.

Stiles is a 'townie' in Beacon Hallow (a town I made up in Cape Cod). His dad is the county sheriff and his mom was a teacher at the high school - she dies tragically mid school year from a really aggressive cancer. He doesn't know is mom's parents at all but they're rich and Claudia met Noah (ugh he'll always be John to me) when she was a teenager summering on the cape.

The Hales are a wealthy family that spend their summer at their beach house in beacon Hallow.

Stiles and Derek meet because Stiles works at the old timey ice cream shop/burger joint. They have a summer fling and that should be the end of it right?

WRONG! Stiles' mom's last wish was for him to go to a fancy prep school (where she went to school) and her parents are willing to pay for it. She got Stiles in before she died. So he shows up for his first day at this fancy ass school (which is like an hour+ drive for him one way) and Derek's there.

The opening couple paragraphs are under the cut:

Summer was usually a time of year that kids looked forward to and typically Stiles Stilinski loved summer. Summers on Cape Cod were kind of special, even if you weren’t one of the stupid rich families who summered on the Cape. But this summer he was having trouble mustering any excitement since summer meant he was losing the distraction of school, lacrosse, and the mindless work of homework. 

This was his first summer without his mom and he honestly didn’t know what he was going to do with himself. The loss was still so raw, it had only been six months and every day waking up without her felt like losing her all over again. At least he had a summer job lined up at one of the local ice cream shops, Scoops, to keep him busy. 

“I’m on night shift this week,” Stiles' dad said when Stiles sat down at their little kitchen table the first morning of summer vacation. He was the sheriff in Barnstable County and summers were extra busy with the tourists and seasonal residents on Cape Cod. Not for the first time, Stiles wished Barnstable County was a little smaller and didn’t take up the entire Cape. 

“I can bring you dinner tonight,” Stiles supplied, “I’m not starting work until next week.”

“Don’t worry about it,” His dad said, taking a long drink from his coffee, “You know the first week of the summer holiday means all of the rich families who are in town for the season stop by and drop off meals.”

That Stiles did know. It made him a little sad to think about it, actually. His parents had met when his mom, fresh out of college and about to start law school at Harvard in the fall, had stopped in with cookies for the sheriff's department. It was his dad’s first summer on the force and they had fallen hard for each other.

#sterek #sterek wip #rosie tag

[when-they-write-stuff]

Heya!

I’m apparently still alive... though my city is hitting it’s third hottest day ever recorded so we’ll see how long that lasts. But other than that, how is everyone doing? Hot? Cold? Having an existential crisis?

Same.

(Black Mirror is ruining me)

Though, I’m kinda hoping to get back into my writing mojo so if anyone wants to drop a sterek prompt or something else (that I write), I’d be down. 

Also hi again, it’s nice to be back :)

[wangxianficrecs]

in the mood for a fic where...

Y'all don't forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme as a place to submit your prompts! Authors actually use them for ideas. You're likely to get what you order!  ***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink!  Fluff, crack, whatever is fine!***

*Nonny who uses Asks to submit answers for these posts:  you can use my @mojoflower Asks while this box is closed*

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1. HI OKAY YOUR BLOG IS FANTASTIC AND A LIFE SAVER. [Ha, thank you!] for your next ‘mood for’ do you know of any where (1a) lan qiren is portrayed as bad/abusive? or any where (1b) the lan sect forbids homosexuality? thank you

1a.

life as a house by terri botta (T, 55k, wangxian) modern au, but lqr is awful)

moonlight falls by RoseThorne (T, 11k, wangxian, songxiao, series in progress)

1b.

❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, my post)

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2. Hi! Before anything else, thank you so much for your effort. I’ve found a lot of gems in your space. And I was just wondering if you know anything where wwx’s 2nd life is somehow in a female body? I’m just dying to know how’d that go. TYSM. [I love this trope SO MUCH!!!]

❤️Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 45k, wangxian, my post, WIP)

To Deserve So Much More by renysen (T, 20k, wangxian, my post)

The Fox and the Deer by mercyandmagic (M, 59k, xiyao, wangxian, my post) - in which jiggy comes back as a female

@stiltonbasket​ has a running au where wei wuxian comes back as qin su on their tumblr:  #qin su!wwx au but I don’t think anything’s made it to AO3.

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3. Hi momjo 🥰 for your next (or next next next -I understand you're always overloaded with asks so I can wait!) I'm in the mood for fics, please may I ask for some dom!Lan Zhan and sub!Wei Ying? I know some fics have them but don't tag them as such. If they're long/plotty as well it's a bonus! I'm a sucker for like, protective or in control Lz over a somewhat gremlin/self destructive/too selfless WY, who keeps getting himself into trouble so LZ has to step in and sort him out. Thank you! Take care!

Y’all.  This one got so full I made a whole separate compilation post for Dom Lan Wangji.  Go save it!!!

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4. First off, thank you for all that you do for this fandom, it’s certainly encouraged my addiction but hey, we love it here. [Hee, hee, hee.] Do you know of any fics that have (4a) LWJ finding WWX’s body post-Nightless City? Or if that’s too rare, (4b) any favorite 16 years fics? Thank you!!!!

4a.

4b.

❤️the heartlines on our hands by occultings (microcomets) (E, 47k, wangxian)

❤️no new age by everythingispoetry (M, 146k, wangxian, my post)

❤️To be of use by Erisette (not rated (G), 53k, wangxian, my post)

❤️scatter and sunder by silversshadow (T, 16k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Begotten by ecorie (G, 37k, wangxian, my post)

❤️The Rules of Living by syriala (G, 12k, xicheng, lan wangji & jiang cheng, my post)

❤️ And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 24k, wangxian, WIP, my post)

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5. Could you or you followers recommend to me some wangxian crossover fics where they meet characters from other stories, I don’t mind what the stories are.

More Questions than Answers by tiniestawoo (T, 2k, wangxian, sterek, Teen Wolf, my post)

Atlas by etymologyplayground (M, 12k, wangxian, hualian, TGCF, my post)

ShuangXiu by panda_desu (M, 55k, wangxian, Nirvana In Fire, my post)

Spirited Away by PhantomWriter (T, 21k, wenzhou, wangxian, series in progress) -  WWX adopted by Wen Kexing & Zhou Zishu from Word of Honor

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6. Mojo! I have been struck by a fic mood and I have no idea how to find what I’m looking for 😩 For your next in the mood post can you (in your infinite knowledge) or anyone else recommend a fic where LWJ and WWX’s first meeting doesn’t go smoothly. Where WWX is more annoyed by LWJ’s inflexibility with the rules and the curfew or the no entry debacle. Just something where teen LWJ has to put in way more effort to get WWX to forgive him and win him over.

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7. Mrs. Mojo!! I need your and your followers help to recommend fanfics of teen wangxian getting caught doing papapa.

'A Question of Safety' verse by h0peless_oblivion (E, 7k, wangxian, series in progress)

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8. Helloooo!! Thank u so much for all you do!!! We all 💖 and appreciate you very much!!! [And I love you right back!] I’ve been having a craving for wangxian who meet eachother and get married like… incredibly fast. Like married after a week of knowing eachother. Not in like an arranged marriage way but just bc they 💖 eachother :):) thank u!! ~ @camppureblood

Hua Qi 花期 by lazulink (E, 9k, wangxian)

Fighting Chance by fyredancer (E, 16k, wangxian)

me and you, always and forever by fyredancer (E, 150k, wangxian, series in progress)

Found Family by fyredancer (T, 11k, wangxian)

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9. Hi! I was wondering if you knew of any fics where wwx grows mxy’s core super strong like wwx’s original. I’m only ever finding ones where wwx can’t do much with the core or gains his old powerful core back. But I really want to see wwx regrow a new core and be proud about it and stuff. ~ @greenpandi2004

补救; to remedy, to do something to correct or improve something that is wrong by ravenditefairylights (G, 22k, wangxian)

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10. hello mojo! thank you for your recs, do you have any of adhd wwx?

❤️in the arms of the angel by ScarlettStorm (E, 38k, wangxian, my bookmark) - fox wwx

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11. heyyyy!! I am craving for some bet trope fics. like wwx is betting on seducing lwj kind of thing? thak you!!! I absolutely love your page <3 [Thank you!]

❤️Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding (G, 14k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Love wakes me by dea_liberty (E, 46k, wangxian, my post)

perfect pretenders by skyestiel (T, 61k, sangcheng, wangxian)

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12. Hiiiii 👋! I was wondering if you knew any fanfics modern au where wangxian was married and had shizui and shizui’s friends did not know them, or met them or did not know he had two dads

Meet the parents by Lucky_Moony (G, 1k, wangxian)

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13. Any Hybrid or creature!LWJ fics that contain plot?

Magical Marriage Ribbons by starandrea (M, 482k, wangxian, series in progress, my bookmark)

Of the Shadows by nockingarrows (G, 35k, wangxian, my post)

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 24k, wangxian, my bookmark)

bring you home by Alasse_Irena (T, 29k, wangxian, my bookmark)

a cyborg’s three laws by FairyGardenCorgis (M, 110k, wangxian, modern au, may depend on your definition of “creature” or hybrid)

❤️These woods hold the promises we make by jaws_3 (T, 30k, wangxian, my post)

Cultivation of the Pack by Midshipsman (E, 55k, wangxian, my bookmark, werewolf a/b/o)

❤️this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, wangixna, my post)

... and these have much less plot:

softly through pine trees, the moon arrives by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 3k, wangxian, my post)

sometimes curses are fun, or: the one where lan zhan is a squirrel by Malachic (T, 11k, wangxian, my post)

far longer than forever by jaws_3 (G, 9k, wangxian, my post)

❤️what else is there? by mme_anxious (T, 13k, wangxian, my post)

Do not waste your pearls for me by moonwaif (G, 9k, wangxian, my post)

Buried in the Sky, Hallowed by thy Depths by themunchking (T, 9k, wangxian, my post)

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14. Hello dearest Mojo!!! This idea just came up to me but i wanted to know, do you know any fics (modern au preferably) where wangxian are married and have a school reunion where they meet their old schoolmates ☺️

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15. Can you please recommend any fics where wei wuxian's talismans are somewhat of a focus point? Thanks

Moonlight as My Guide by BromeliadDreams (M, 32k, wangxian, my post)

❤️To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 79k, wangxian, my post)

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, wangxian, my post)

Hyperprosexia by malkinmalkout (E, 192k, wangxian, my post)

Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian)

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16. hello mojo! hope you're having a nice day <3 i have two request for the next i'm in the mood for. first one (16a): i just read family dinner by antebunny and now i desperately need more jin sibs ruining jgs's day skshjsjwk second one (16b): fics where wwx gets to be jc's right hand man (doesn't have to be in the canon universe). thank you <3 <3 <3

16a.

❤️save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, my post, has a funny scene w/jin sibs at the end)

16b.

Magical Marriage Ribbons by starandrea (M, 482k, wangxian, series in progress, my bookmark, I think this qualifies)

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17. hey, i was wondering if you knew of any heist aus? i've never read in this fandom one myself, and i honestly don't know whether one exists, but i thought it could be fun and it wouldn't hurt to ask. thanks :)

(i've got) trouble in mind by seularen (E, 77k, wangxian, xiyao)

I'd be the one to hold you down (kiss you so hard) by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (E, 85k, wangxian, Leverage AU)

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18. Do you know any fics where lz is dared to kiss his crush and everyone is surprised he kissed wy?

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19. Hi do you know any fics with de aged or time travel to cloud recess era wangxian fics? I've read the main ones and I was wondering if there are more. Thank you

It is a serious thing just to be alive by Itgoeson (E, 58k, wangxian)

how does one begin by Shializaro (T, 3k, wangxian, series)

rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 3k, wangxian, my bookmark)

ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water by RoseThorne (G, 1k, wangxian)

The Art of Wishing Well by ElDiablito_SF (T, 3k, wangxian) Wangxian time travel to CR to traumatize their teen selves

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20. Hi there! I hope you're doing well!! I was wondering if you know any fic where the juniors (4) are Doing Shenanigans? just kids having fun!!

The Full Form of Press by Vamillepudding (G, 13k, wangxian, my post)

Cut sleeve (m/m), slow burn, pining (lots of pining) by Lucky_Moony (T, 6k, wangxian, my post)

The Junior’s Guide to Setting Trends & Making Money by Wildcard (T, 1k, wangxian, WIP, my bookmark)

Half-Baked Quest by Jump_Pilot (T, 19k, zhuiyi, wangxian, my post)

A Dramatic Reading by pupeez4eva (G, 6k, wangxian, my post)

The Great Bathtub Conspiracy by pupeez4eva (M, 3k, wangxian, my post)

❤️The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 20k, wangxian, my post)

❤️anyway, here’s wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, zhuiyi, wangxian, my post) and its sequel

The Batsh*t Adventures of the Junior Quartet: Halloween Edition by KTheKryptid (not rated, 40k, no slash)

The Stuff of Legend by pupeez4eva (T, 21k, wangxian, WIP)

Detention, You Four! by hwalight (G, 1k, The Juniors)

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21. Momjo, you are an ice cream truck caravanning through the desert of life (translation: I love this blog thanks for all you do ❤️). [Now all I can hear is that ice cream truck music to the tune of 'Wuji'] Any fics where some nefarious foe uses/takes the form of Jiang Yanli to torture Wei Wuxian? Or anything along those lines? Thank you! [You should submit this as a prompt to @mdzs-kinkmeme or @angstymdzsthoughts]

But You Always Return by uponmountains (T, 17k, wangxian)

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22. Hello I’m new here, but I am so glad I ran into this blog. It’s amazing. [Thank you!] Do you know of any fics where Wwx and lwj get caught kissing or being sweet by like lan xichen ? I have scrolled for far too long on ao3 😩😩😩 I hope you have a nice day :)

Teenage Wangxian! Series by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 6k, wangxian)

'A Question of Safety' verse by h0peless_oblivion (E, 7k, wangxian, series in progress)

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23. hey so uhhh do you perhaps know these fics where wwx and lwj from mdzs meet the cql version or like idk modern versions of them? i read one and i saw some others too, quite recently even, but idk what they're called or what tags people use for that?? do you or your followers know them maybe? [Hmmm, if there's a specific tag, I don't know it. But there should be!] thank you sm! i hope you have a great week and stay safe & healthy!

Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian)

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24. Any fics where Xue Yang actually managed to abduct Wei Wuxian at Yi City? Or him capturing wwx in general

Down in the Valley by memequeen1127 (E, 44k, xuexiao, wangxian)

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#wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #wangxian fic finder #in the mood for a fic #i haven't read these unless noted #crowd-sourcing #fic finding #fic finder

[giveemhales]

Moodboards for Sterek AUs: 20/?

For @averysterekwinter day 3 (Theme: snow/ice)

Snow Day

(Plus here’s a fluffy ficlet, the rest under the cut because it got a bit long)

The first thing Stiles noticed when he woke up was that outside was white.

It was snowing, and not the drizzle of snowflakes that would melt upon hitting ground that was more usual for the area. No, there was a thick layer of white over everything in sight.

The second thing he noticed was the thing that woke him up: a text on his phone. He didn’t want to call it hypervigilance, because that implied a whole host of other issues he didn’t want to address, but even just the vibration of his phone from a single text was enough to rouse him.

It was an inconvenient habit (it was winter break and he wanted to sleep in, dammit), but he was grateful he had been roused when he read the text.

The text was from Derek and simply said Come to pack house ASAP.

Rest of fic under the cut!

He considered calling or texting to ask what was wrong, but he had gotten enough texts like that to know he wouldn’t get a response. If he wanted any answers, he would have to go to the pack house.

Stiles and Derek had been dating for around a year now, but they rarely texted. Well, Derek rarely texted. Stiles texted and Derek sometimes reluctantly replied. He wasn’t a big fan of technology. Kind of annoying considering Stiles was usually away at his campus, but Derek’s almost weekly visits more than made up for it.

So seeing this text immediately concerned Stiles. Pair that with the unusual snow, and he assumed the worst.

His mind whirred with different possibilities. Did a witch cast a spell? Was Jack Frost making a visit? Was some new dark Druid coming to fuck with nature?

He knew he was being a bit irrational, but he had learned to assume the worst when it came to Beacon Hills, and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen actual snow at home in his lifetime. His past experiences didn’t allow him the luxury of excitement about novelties.

Overall, the combination of the unusual weather and the text from Derek calling for an emergency meeting had Stiles on edge and falling out of his bed in his haste to head out.

He didn’t have a good snow jacket so he just put on as many layers as was comfortable and a coat. He grabbed some gloves, and mourned for his converse which would surely not do well in the snow.

Stiles rushed out to his car, noting his dad had already left for the station. He was grateful to note the roads had already been cleared, as he wasn’t sure if his jeep could handle snow and ice.

He parked when he reached the edge of the preserve. They had cleared a dirt road so that they would be able to drive to the pack house, but it wasn’t an official street so the city had no reason to clear it of snow. 

Stiles understood why it wasn’t cleared of snow, but he was still annoyed. Fortunately, the snow wasn’t slushy, so at least his feet weren’t soaked. Still, his converse and jeans did little to protect him from the cold, and he walked as quickly as he could, while also watching out for any possible ice patches. 

By the time the pack house was in sight, Stiles was shivering, and ready to yell at Derek for making him come all this way when phones were a thing. 

Derek was standing in front of the pack house, and Stiles had no qualms about yelling and walking at the same time.

“Hey, jerk, there better be a good reason you called me out here, like dead bodies good reason. I am just a human without all the werewolf heat mojo, and I’m on break, so there are not a whole lot of reasons I should be anywhere except in bed sleeping right now.”

Stiles couldn’t really make out Derek’s face, but he knew it wasn’t as remorseful as it should have been.

Stiles sighed loudly and continued marching toward the house, looking down again to make sure he didn’t step in anything which would make him even more uncomfortable.

It was as soon as he looked down that he felt it, the cold becoming even colder, ice running through his veins.

He was under attack!

He looked up with a gasp, eyes searching for the assailant, for what cruel monster had thrown a snowball right at him. 

He was surprised to see that all of the pack had appeared in front of the house (damn werewolf speed), all wearing smirks of varying deviousness. 

Derek had his arm still raised, and Stiles knew he was the perpetrator (he wasn’t even wearing gloves but already had another snowball in his other hand, he clearly had an unfair advantage). 

In fact, everyone had a snowball prepared, and they were all staring right at Stiles with an evil gleam.

“Whoa! Who decided everyone would team up against me? This seems totally unfair.”

“It’s not everyone against you,” Scott said.

“It’s every man for himself,” Isaac finished for him, and threw a snowball right at Derek’s face.

And then it was chaos.

Stiles made as many snowballs as he could while the werewolves were distracted amongst themselves, thanking god he had thought to put on gloves. 

When Stiles was pretty sure he had a good amount of ammo stockpiled, he called to Scott. “Scotty, it’s snow time!”

Ever since they were young, when they had any sort of battle, whether it be nerf guns or water balloons, “It’s show time,” was their codeword to create an alliance. They would join forces and blindside their opposite.

(Stiles may or may not have been waiting his whole life to get to use that snow time pun).

Stiles began constructing a kick ass fortress as Scott ran over and began throwing Stiles’ snowballs at a pace only werewolves were capable of. 

When he popped up to check how Scott was doing, he was blindsided by three rapid succession snowballs right to the face. 

All from his boyfriend.

“Rude! And totally unwarranted!” Stiles shouted.

Derek glared at him. “It was revenge for that awful pun.”

Stiles gaped. “Oh you have snow idea what you’ve just started.”

He ducked before Derek had even thrown the next snowball.

The battle lasted close to another hour (Stiles cursed werewolf endurance), hundreds of snowballs and a handful of puns thrown.

It was at the time that his gloves were soaked through and he thought his fingers might fall off if he made one more snowball that he decided to call it quits.

He turned to look at Scott who was hiding with him behind the fortress and gave one nod. They stood up in unison, shouting their surrender with their hands up.

They were immediately pelted with a flurry of balls.

Stiles’ arms fell to his side. “Really? When we were surrendering? Do you snow snow bounds?”

The rest of the pack stared at him with blank stares.

“Fine, whatever, clearly nobody appreciates me nor understands my genius. Sorry my puns are too advanced for you all.” Stiles shook his head in disappointment and began to head to the house.

And promptly fell on his ass.

The rest of the pack burst into laughter (including Scott, the traitor, who was quick to abandon him), and Stiles glared at the sky from where he lay, cursing the world for this injustice.

Derek walked over, a smirk clear on his face while he looked down at Stiles. “You good?”

Stiles grumbled. “Yes. I meant to do that.”

Derek looked even more amused. “Oh really? And why is that?” Derek asked even as he offered a hand to help Stiles up.

“So I could do this!” Stiles shouted as he pulled down Derek with all his might with the offered hand. He knew Derek must not have been expecting it, because he actually managed to pull him down with an exclamation.

His victory was short lived, as he realized the consequences of his actions. He groaned. “God, you’re so heavy.”

“And you’re so dumb.” Derek got up on his elbows so he was slightly above Stiles. 

Stiles stared dreamily up at his boyfriend, deciding to ignore the insult. “Hey, did it hurt?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You mean when you pulled me down? Not really, I had a squishy human to cushion my fall.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “No, when you fell from heaven,” Stiles smiled widely, “Because you’re a snow angel.” He rolled them so he was above Derek.

Derek sighed heavily but remained limp as Stiles grabbed his arms, sliding them up and down through the snow in the classic snow angel motion.

Stiles rolled away from Derek when he got as close to an angel as he could and made his own, laughing the whole time. 

Derek sat up from where he had been manhandled. “Why do I put up with you?”

“It’s because you glove me!” Stiles shouted, removing one of his gloves (which at this point had become so soaked from snow that it was just making him more cold) and tossing it at Derek.

“Don’t take off your gloves, you dumbass!” Derek said, looking scandalized. Stiles couldn’t really blame him for his concern. Stiles was a human, and therefore susceptible to pesky things like hypothermia, but Derek should have thought of that before he started a snowball battle. 

Derek stood up and lifted Stiles up, hauling him over his shoulder.

Stiles didn’t really mind, since it got him out of the snow and gave him a great view of Derek’s ass.

“Just admit you’re s-mitten!” He took off his other glove and slapped Derek’s ass with it.

~~~

An hour later, Stiles was wearing multiple layers of Derek’s (dry) clothes, wrapped in a blanket, cuddling against his furnace boyfriend, surrounded by the pack.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but even if some people were needlessly cruel to me today, I had an ice time.”

The pack groaned, except Scott, who added, “Icy what you did there!”

Stiles leaned over to high five Scott.

“I will kick out the next person to make a pun,” Derek interjected.

Stiles rolled his eyes, even as he cuddled back into Derek’s side. “Ugh, whatever you say, Frosty.”

Derek glared down at Stiles, looking prepared to retaliate.

Stiles put his hands up in mock surrender. “That wasn’t a pun, that was a reference.”

“Well it wasn’t a very good one, since Frosty was a holly jolly soul.”

Stiles beamed. “Oh my god, my boyfriend knows his Christmas classics. I think I’m in love.”

“We know,” the rest of the pack responded in unison, but Stiles was too busy staring up at his boyfriend in adoration to care.

~~~ 

Later that night, when they laid together in bed, Stiles looked up at Derek, and his fondness shined bright. “I love you.”

Derek looked back at him, equally fond, and smirked and said, “I know.”

Stiles wasn’t sure if he wanted to hit him for ruining the moment, or kiss him senseless for quoting Star Wars. He did neither, because he couldn’t let this opportunity pass.

“You mean, you snow?”

The ensuing slap on the back of his head was well worth it.

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[asterekmess]

Recommended Sterek Fic of the Week

I don’t know if I’ll actually post a recommended fic every week, but when the fic strikes me, I’ll let you know.

Hooray for Recommendation Number: Thirty-One

Title: We’ve Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) Author: notthequiettype Rating: Explicit WC: 25k Tags: Healing, werewolf mojo, Hurt/Comfort, semi-graphic depictions of injuries, stiles is not yet 18, alpha pack, Research, Don’t copy to another site

Summary: Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.   

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

My Notes: I love these quiet moments, healing and caring and softness. I love that Derek is there, always. He’s so protective in the show, and it’s nice to see him protective in fics and see people appreciating that and letting him help without him having to get himself bloody. Plus, Stiles blissed out on werewolf mojo? Never not going to be hilarious.

#personal #recommended sterek fic of the week

[theshamelessmanatee]

Another sterek future fic. This time featuring idiots in love being dramatic af, a big bad of the week, and some blood.

"Derek-" Stiles begins in a small voice "You are not healing- WHY the fuck you are not healing?" 

Derek would like to know that, too. 

Fuck. Everything hurts. 

The pain is not intense per se, at least not in that way that feels like his body is drowning in it and there’s nothing else left. No, this pain surrounds Derek's body like a blanket, makes everything feel distant, diluted. Reality is slowing down and more intense.

Fuck. This is bad.

Stiles.

His senses are overwelmed by Stiles. Stiles, who’s touching him, frantically; his scent sour in worry, his heartbeat thundering in Derek's ears. There's a hunted look in his eyes and Derek clings to it like a lifeline. Can't look away, it’s the only thing that's preventing him from going under. He is so scared to let go. 

He feels the urge to tell Stiles how much he likes his eyes, big and warm. Wonders why he’d never told him before, in all the years they have known each other.

He’d also want to tell him that it's gonna be fine, but he knows he's not going to heal, not this time. He knows the wounds are too deep, the venom is too strong and he doesn't know how to trigger the healing - if the healing can still be triggered somehow.

Derek feels so, so tired.

I am dying. Fuck.

He can't say that. He can see it in Stiles's eyes, now sharply focused on his wounds, that he knows that too.

"G-go. Please, St-"

"Don't you fucking dare, Derek! I allow myself to panic for three freaking seconds and you come up with this bullshit? Shut the fuck up and let me save you."

Stiles tears his plaid shirt apart and wraps it tightly around Derek's leg and torso, trying to slow down the bleeding.

Oh Stiles, always so sharp and smart and so fucking matter-of-factly even in a crisis.

Then Stiles stills and looks away. He is expanding his wards to get some informations, because Derek feels the magic in the air, caressing him like a balm. He had always liked Stiles's spark, it had always felt right to Derek, like home and happy and safe. Again, he wonders why he’d never told him before.

Stiles turns his attention back to Derek, a mad look in his eyes. "Ok cool. My runes say the rouge bastard is still searching for us on the upper floor so we have an advantage. Scott is too far away and stuck with the minions, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stiles looks down at Derek. "Now... I am healing you and you are not going to fight it because my magic mojo is running low...gotcha?"

Stiles is lying.

You are trembling, you don't have enough magic to heal me he wants to say but he knows it’s useless. He asks instead "Why are you lying to me?"

Stiles averts his eyes. A fucking brilliant spark and can't lie for shit.

"You are not gonna like it..." he begins in a small voice.

"Stiles-"

"Look, there's no time and I’m gonna do it anyway... S-so, please, don't fight it back"

"Fight what?"

"The healing! I won't have enough magic to mantain the barrier outside for the others and heal you if you resist it!". 

He is still lying.

"Tell me."

"There's no time." You have no time left, heavely implied.

Derek scowls at that.

"Fine! I am gonna collapse on you! Probably...Ok, maybe for sure."

Half a truth. Stiles is not exactly lying, but he's not telling him everything. Are the others in danger? He is really dying and Stiles is lying about his condition?

Derek would like to argue, to tell him to go and save himself before the monster finds them; wants to say a lot of things that would make Stiles mad. He wants to tell him how much he loves him, has loved him for years now, because fuck he does, but he is dizzy and his tongue heavy. He grabs Stiles' arm instead, hoping to convey at least a fraction of his feelings.

"Don't make me see you die if I can help it, please, Derek. Not again." Stiles’ voice is a broken whisper now, makes Derek ache. "Derek, do you trust me?"

"Yes." Derek answers, not even missing a beat. "But I'll take you with me when you collapse, ok? No leaving you behind."

Stiles beams "See you in a minute, then." and winks.

And in the next moment Derek feels so...full. There’s no other word to describe the rush of energy running through his body. 

It happens in seconds, and feels like breathing for the very first time.

Stiles’ magic spreads from the hand he’s placed on Derek’s chest through all his blood vessels; flows through every veins, reaches every capillars of his body -mending, cleaning, healing them along the way-, and then travels back towards Derek’s heart. 

With the next heartbeat the magic’s pushed through every cell of his body, regenerating him at his very core. When it looses speed, Derek hears Stiles’ heartbeat alongside his own, thundering in his ears.

Derek’s mind is focused - too much focused, too much full- to the point he can feel Stiles’ magic like it’s a palpable thing. 

He reaches for it, curious and giddy, caressing it with his new lifeforce. He senses them mixing together -not pushing it back, he promised - and it’s overwelming, intoxicating, like they are blending their souls. Derek would run away to get rid of the excessive energy, and at the same time he’d cry for the intensity of the connection.

It’s so strange. It feel so different from the other times Stiles has healed him.

It’s like he’s reborn. Kinda... whole again.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush - because this time he had been really close to die-, maybe this is what Stiles was lying about.

Then Stiles collapses, but Derek’s there, breaking his fall. He hugs him tightly, huffing in his ear “You fucking overachiever”. 

The beast roars somewhere close and the walls shakes by the sheer force of it. Derek grabs Stiles then, securing the boy’s arms and legs around his shoulders and waist and starts running. 

He’s following Scott's distant heartbeat to find their escape route, when he notices that Stiles’ is slowing down. And then, it just stops. There’s no time to panic, so he runs faster. 

Fuck. Don’t you dare, Stiles. Not you.

Scott howls in the distance, a mournful, broken beckon that echoes Derek's  dread.

After seconds that feel like ages, Stiles’ heart starts beating again, his pulse faint but growing steadier.

Thank god.

“You cheated” Stiles whispers when he wakes up, trying to sound annoyed and ending up fond, his smile buried in the back of Derek’s neck. 

“I helped you helping me” Derek smiles, keeps running towards Scott’s location.

“Always my hero”, Stiles snorts “-and I cant believe you didn't listen! Like always!” 

“...Hey-” Derek  begins “- thanks. I am sorry for making you go last time”.

I am sorry you had to see me dying and asking you to let me go.

It had been years since the night Derek has evolved. but Stiles adressed it earlier, and Derek feels the need to apologise. 

He remembers asking Stiles to let him go, to go save Scott because he had been sure he would have died in the next five minutes and didn't want Stiles to be there. He couldn't say goodbye to Stiles. If Stiles had stayed, Derek wouldn’t have been able to let go without breaking down. 

Derek had never thought about how much his request had hurt Stiles. Sure, everything ended up fine, but it hasn't been fair. It had been selfish asking him to go. Turns out that Derek had always been a little selfish when it comes to Stiles. 

So many years has passed, and Stiles never mentioned it before. Not in all the conversations and apologies Stiles, Scott, and Derek had shared with each others in all the years after the first Monroe's mess, when they had decided to be a pack for the very first time, the three of them being inseparable from that moment on.

There are so many things he wants to say to explain why he’d acted like that, but he can’t find the right words for it; how to explain it without confessing his love to Stiles, and he can’t ruin their relationship.

Stiles hugs him tighter, instead of replying. He knows. He always gets him, had always been.

"Now hold me tighter, big guy. I don't want to brain myself as I save the day with a super cool magic trick." Stiles wiggles his fingers in front of Derek’s face for emphasis.

Derek snorts but obliges.

-----

The rest of the thing is anticlimatic, really. They grab Scott in their flee as Stiles manages to hold the barrier until the last moment and does something complicated with his hands in the air, finishing the spell the others had set up when they were inside, all according to plan.

The monster comes out roaring, Chris and the rest of the pack waiting for it in the clearing outside the old abandoned building. Now that the spell has weakened it enough, it literally takes minutes to put it down.

Derek leaves Stiles in Scott's hands and runs towards the others to help.

-----

When Derek finally comes back to Scott and Stiles, the two are in the middle of a vicious argument. Them being them, their fighting actually involves a lot of exagerrated expressions, too many grunts, some affronted whines, and absolutely no words involved.

From the outside is a thing of marvel, because everyone can see they are having a proper conversation with each other, deciphering noises like they are complete sentences, masters of their own special language. Derek had always been a little jealous of their bond, the little scottandstiles unit he will never be part of. Sure, after years of witnessing it, he can interpret a little of their grunts and sounds, but only like a stranger recognising a word he knows in a language isn’t very fluent in. And Derek knows a lot of languages, so this is especially annoying.

He is still walking towards them when Scott breaks the silence in a furious cry. "Fuck Stiles, what were you thinking?!"

Stiles is outraged "I couldn’t let him die!"

Scott huffs, frustrated, "No! Obviously not! But you could’ve died!" he is panting now, strugglying to control himself. Scott's hands are shaking but before Stiles can retort, Scott looks him in the eyes and shouts in a broken sob, "Do you know how it felt through our bond? I couldn't do anything and I felt it, Stiles! Obviously I am grateful you did everything you could to save Derek, but you are too reckless and you can’t just go risking your life like this every fucking moment! You weren’t the only one losing someone you love, i was losing two of them! You are my brother, Stiles, and I..." 

Scott is trembling now, his shoulders slounched down "...I felt like I was losing Derek and then I was losing you too! And I was there, alone...and fucking helpless!". 

In a whisper he adds " I felt it, Stiles, you were gone...please, fuck please, don't make me lose you, too. What would have I done if-" Scott can't finish the sentence, he buries his face in his hands and starts sobbing. 

In a heartbeat, Stiles is hugging Scott fiercely, the two of them tightening the embrace more and more, grabbing whatever part of the other is closer, swaying like children, erupting in a litany of broken sobs and whispered apologies.

Derek’s conflicted. He doesn't want to interrupt their little moment but need to know what happened: why Scott is so mad, what they were fighting for. He suspects is because of him, about what happened in the building. There’s no way Stiles had just healed him. 

Still hugging like their lives depend on it, (and maybe they do), Scott and Stiles notice Derek approaching. Stiles lifst his face from the crook of Scott’s neck, looks at Derek, and with a sad smile, whispers “It was worth it, Scotty.”

“I know. Don’t do that to me ever again, though” Scott whispers back, in his usual fond tone despite he’s still trembling in Stiles’ arms.

Stiles’ words make Derek blush. God, he loves him so much.

“What happened?” Derek asks as Scott and Stiles dissolve their embrace, and turn towards him.

Scott points at Stiles with his thumb, says in a stern voice “This idiot took ten minutes off of his life to save you. You were dying.”

Stiles groans, affronted like Scott has just inflicted him a brutal low blow, Scott rolls his eyes. Derek is speechless, too mad to even formulate a thought. 

“What?” it’s all he manages to say.

“Look-” Stiles deflects “-giving the kind of life we are leading, you probably spared me ten minutes of agonizing pain..”

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Derek roars. He can’t believe how stupid that was. How stupid, selfless, Stiles is. What has he done?

“You were dying for real, Derek. What I was supposed to do?”

Scott whines like a wounded animal. Derek is utterly shocked. He ends up asking “Why?”

Now Stiles looks angry, “Why? Why, asks the asshole?!” he looks at Scott, with a shocked face that says can you believe it? “Because I had to see you die in front of me and I respected your fucking selfish wish of letting you go one time, and I promised myself it wouldn’t happen ever again, giving the chance! And then- then you lived , and not only that, you didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye to me before you run away like a bat from hell! L-like seeing you die, and letting you go hadn’t meant a damn fucking thing to me!!” Stiles is mad now, his eyes full of unshed tears. 

“And I would do it again, and again, and again! A million times over or whatever it takes if it means saving you!” 

Now Stiles moves in front of Derek and points a finger accusingly on his chest. 

“Are you mad? I don’t fucking care if you are! A-and I don't care if you won’t talk to me again or can’t forgive me! I will happily live the rest of my life with you never speaking to me again, knowing you are safe and alive, than having to bury you! Because you, having you safe and sound is worth every. Fucking. Second. Of my life!” Stiles is panting now, raw and flushed, furious. He’d never looked more beautiful to Derek. 

“I’d been ready to die with you that night in the pool when we barely tolerated each other and now, now, you seriously think now, I’d leave you for dead? Now that I l-” Stiles stops mid rant, on the verge of start crying.

That’s the moment Derek realises: Stiles loves him, too.

Stiles loves him, too.

“You love me” he says without thinking, dumbfounded.

“Thanks for noticing, dumbass!” Scott grunts.

“What he said!” Stiles turns towards Scott. “Scotty boy, thanks for being the broest bro in existence, but... could you give us a little privacy?”

Scott rolls his eyes, but his scent is happy. ”Ppft. Like I wanna see you two making out. Also, that was the angriest love confession ever.” He reaches for Derek and hugs him tightly “I am so glad he saved you, I was so afraid to lose you”. Derek squeezes him back and nuzzles his alpha’s head, scent marking him. Scott smiles and with a last pat on Derek’s shoulder leaves the two of them alone.

“I love you too.” Derek says in a rush, and it feels a damnation and a relief. He can’t even process the fact that this is real. Stiles loves him back for real. They love each other.

Stiles rubs the back of his head, flushed but happy. “Oh, thank fuck. It’d be an embarassing ride home otherwise.”

Derek huffs and cradles Stiles’ face in his hands, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs, still shocked he gets to do it from now on.

“Please tell me you are gonna kiss me, the waiting is killing me.” Stiles huffs, the scent of his nervous anticipation in the air around them.

Derek scowls. Stiles smirks “Too soon?”  

Derek snorts, but looks at every detail of Stiles’s face before coming closer. He stills just a mere inch from Stiles’ lips, and whispers. “Don’t do something that stupid ever again.”

Stiles licks his lips, then looks Derek in the eyes, feels brave enough to admit. “I can’t promise that because I’d die for you.”

“I want you to live, though.” 

“Perfect, me too! Let’s just live happily ever after, then.” 

Stiles grabs Derek’s shirt in his fists and kiss him. Derek feels Stiles’ smile against his lips. It’s perfect. 

#sterek #eternalsterek #my ramblings #my fic #look i wrote a thing! #so many feels #some skitles brotp #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek hale deserves nice things #namely stiles #stiles too #bamf!stiles #idiots in love #the pining #oh so much pining #good alpha scott #seriously in the future i imagine the pack being good

[thedaughterofkings]

Writer asks!

Rules: answer these questions and tag five other fic writers to do the same

Tagged by @clotpolesonly, thank you!

Author Name: thedaughterofkings (Lessa)

Fandoms You Write For: Mainly Teen Wolf, there mainly Sterek (with the occasional offering of Stoyd, Stackson and Stisaac, plus some miscellaneous prompted pairings), also some Merthur, and I’ve lately had several Drarry urges, which really takes you back! I’ve also written for SPN, and for Star Trek, and there’s some unpublished LOTR fic, but really, mostly my brain is all Sterek^^

Where You Post: here on tumblr (fics to be found on this page and under this tag) and over on AO3 Most Popular One-Shot: On tumblr: Favours, interestingly enough! It has overtaken Of dogs and deer darcy which I thought for sure would be the top! Both of them are Sterek, Favours involves some werewolf speed dating and Of dogs and deer darcy soulmate shenanigans!^^ Also, scrolling through my fic tag with an eye on the notes is very depressing - the 1k notes of Favours are wayyyyyy the outlier, like, most fics have somewhere between 10 and 50 notes outlier On AO3: by hits, comment threads, bookmarks and subscriptions: Homebound, which I’m again surprised by, but very happy about because I still love that fic a lot! It’s a sort of fix it Merthur, a little angsty and painful, but with a lot of healing and happy endings, I promise! by kudos: Here we finally have Of dogs and deer darcy in its rightful place^^ (It was my most popular fic across all platforms and categories for ages!) I think this was the first soulmate fic I wrote and it’s just cute and fluffy and funny and I do still love it! And I haven’t grown tired of soulmate AUs yet^^

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: This isn’t hard because I haven’t split many fics into separate chapters, so here the unopposed winner is Fully grown, and a well deserved one, too! My longest finished fic to date, another soulmate AU, just an all around favourite apparently - certainly one of mine! And yes, that sequel will appear eventually, just not yet (and no worries, the fic is complete in and of itself, I just have more thoughts and feelings^^).

Favourite Story You Wrote: Now that’s just mean!  Any of the fic mentioned above are definitely favourites, but they do get some love already obviously, so I’ll mention two here that I think deserve more love and attention: On AO3 the only lonely boy in New York, a musician Sterek AU with pining and misunderstandings and angst and aaahhh!!! Also there be love songs and dramatic love confessions and really, what’s not there to love! Get on it, people! On tumblr Rose and thorn, because I’m always a sucker for fairy tale retellings (and will not stop with them) and I really like how this one turned out! (Also, it’s super close to triple digit notes which is very exciting, so go read and share^^)

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Posting is always nervewracking for me, because you never know how it will be received - most of the time it seems not to be received at all, which is quite disheartening in and of itself! I can’t remember worrying about negative reactions to any fic so far; there are fics hidden away in my folders that I’d fear could get a negative reaction, and well, there’s a reason those haven’t seen the light of day so far. Overall, for me the anxiety over whether anyone is even going to read my stuff and if they do, whether they are going to leave any reaction, is the worst thing about posting fic, and of course that gets worse the longer you’ve worked on something, so Fully grown was one of the badder ones in that respect.

How Do You Pick Your Titles: I cry and pray a lot. Sometimes I’ll come up with something sort of like a title right at the start and that just sticks (like Fully grown for example), but most of the time, it’ll be one of the last things and I absolutely suck at finding titles! Though summaries are way worse still, and tags are a nightmare of a different kind again^^° Those finishing touches really are hard!

Do You Outline: Sometimes. Rarely very in depth, mostly I’ll just know what I’m working towards and will keep that in mind while writing. For the longer fics I’ll sometimes have a sequence of scenes to work towards instead of just one final outcome, but so far I haven’t had a full scene by scene outline, nevermind something that blocks characters’ movements in a room or something like that!^^ So I guess the answer is sort of no :p

How Many Of Your Stories Are Complete: I have exactly one properly unfinished story posted and I feel TERRIBLE about it, so fic only gets published if it’s finished/can stand on its own now. That means it takes way longer for it to be published, but that’s just how it has to be for my own peace of mind^^ I do miss the potential interaction with readers when publishing something multi chaptered while it’s being written, though, and it’s also a very lonely process without really any feedback (apart from throwing poor Larissa occasionally at my unfinished messes), so I certainly don’t want to claim it’s the best way to do things!

In-Progress: Depends on what you mean by that - wip that are published: that’s just the one we don’t talk about :p wip that are being worked on behind the scenes - there I always have three to seven, even if I’m usually only working on one at a time :p Currently there’s a Drarry fic, two Sterek fics for Sterekweek which I REALLY need get to, several more Sterek fics, one Stoyd and one Stackson. But then again if you mean, touched in the last month, there’s probably not a single fic, and touched in the last half year would only give me three or so - my writing mojo is definitely off at war this year *sighs*

Coming Soon: Hopefully seven Sterekweek fics! :D Also, the one Drarry, but that will probably be shoved to after Sterekweek, because STEREKWEEK!!!!

Do You Accept Prompts: Theoretically yes, but I should warn you that I’ve been absolutely horrid at actually filling them over the last couple of ... years really^^° But you can always try your luck!

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: I’m honestly feeling a little discouraged with writing right now (and also, I have a headache right at this moment which makes excitement feel a little unreachable), so this question is harder than it should be, sadly! I think the Sterek ‘the Proposal’ AU I’m hoping to finish for Sterekweek should be really fun when I get it done and I’ve had some new ideas for the Stackson one, the first sequel to Pigtails, so that made me more excited for that one again! My brain cannot remember who is or is not a writer right now, so I’ll tag any writer who sees this and wants to do it! (Also, please hit me up and let me know if you are a writer who likes to do these things because I’m always struggling to come up with people to tag and it’d be absolutely wonderful to have a list to fall back on and know people are actually interested in doing this!!!)

#lessa says #lessa talks writing #lessa plays tag games #queuety pie

[omgilostmyshoe]

#56 for the smut prompts. And any pairing you feel inspired by. Destiel, sterek, or Malec haha 😘😘

I hope this will cheer you up!

Prompt 56: "I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!“

Destiel. Beta? What beta?

Dean was truly doing his best, charm turned on to eleven, but their latest witness slash person of interest was still suspiciously evasive about her alibi. She was rather nice though and undoubtedly pretty, with adorable dimples on her cheeks as she smiled at his jokes and soft looking curls framing the young face. And she kept throwing quick glances behind his back with a mildly alarmed expression. - Sophie… You can tell me if something bothering you. We can protect you. He busts out his best imploring look, squeezing her forearm supportively, but she only looks a bit confused and then they’re no longer alone at the little table for two. Cas stops at his shoulder, looking conflicted, but pissed and maybe more than a little upset, eyes glued to where Dean’s palm is still resting on girl’s skin. - Ah… Cas? Everything okay? Sophie, this is my college, agent Barnes. - Yes. Agent. I need you for… something. 

Dean doesn’t even have the time to cringe and Cas’ wording which can very well just destroy all his efforts to establish some rapport with the girl, because clearly, that mysterious something is very very important. So important that his angel can’t think of anything better - or in that much of a hurry - that he grabs for Dean’s tie and all but hauls him on his feet and then away. Not releasing the tie.

They head to the bathroom, apparently, Cas nearly growling on some poor patron there to get out, but Dean is still getting over the fact that he just got paraded around the public space on a leash. He feels himself flushing fast and hard, embarrassment mixing in with a heady rush of arousal, because Cas is not done, he has some pressing matters to discuss it seems, when he yanks on the tie again, shoving Dean in one of the stalls with impeccably controlled strength that has human weak in the knees. Hunter lands with his back on a flimsy partition between the stalls and then Cas is on him, lips harsh and demanding, clever fingers already working his zipper and belt, and Dean can’t remember why this is not the best idea in the world anymore.When it so clearly is, with Cas’ lips going for his neck, sucking, marking him just above the collar for everyone to see, right when warm palms snake their way into his underwear, gripping, stroking. Dean feels dizzy with all the blood rushing south and can’t help a moan at another mark being bitten into his neck, just over the pulse point, Cas’ breath harsh and labored in his ear. Dean’s eyes roll into his head with pleasure when the angel sinks onto his knees and just fucking goes to town on his dick, not bothered by such trivial matters as gag reflex or need for breathing and thanks to all the gods for angel mojo. Dean moans his delight to the heavens and nearly loses his mind when dares to look down and there’s Cas, with eyes right on him, intent and possessive, the air around them crackling with concealed power of the creature before him. It does things to him, very good things, and he can’t help but trace the outline of the pink lips stretched over his cock, wet and soft, sucking him so expertly, and then Cas moans, low and downright sinful, swallowing him down, and that’s it for Dean. He almost falls with the force of his orgasm, but Cas holds him up, his mouth still milking his dick for every drop, to the point where it’s nearly painful, but so damn good all the same. Dean has to actually drag him away when it gets too much, and he feels spent and oversensitive, while Cas carefully tucks him back in, fixing his clothes, suddenly looking bashful, as if only now realizing where they are. - Dude… I’m so not complaining… But… What the hell brought this on? He’s still breathless and can’t really think straight, with all the pleasant tingles going off in his body, but he’s sure enough paying attention when angel does his nervous neck rubbing thing. Now he just got to know what’s up. - You were very close to her. It takes a second for Dean to catch up. To trace the sequence of events, the looks Sophie kept throwing at something, someone behind them, the exact moment Cas intervened. And then he laughs, earning himself a withering look and only laughing harder. - You were jealous, aren’t you! Oh, Cas… - I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!Mine. It echoes in Dean’s head, laughter dying down and blush creeping back in, right on the heels of that warm bubbly feeling in his chest making him smile like a loon and reach for a kiss, still tasting himself on angels lips and oh so tempted to just ask him to take them to the motel and show exactly how much he agrees with the statement. They still have work, though. - Of course, I’m yours, Cas… Only yours. They still spend an inappropriate amount of time just kissing before finally returning to Sophie in the dining area, who’s miraculously haven’t left yet. Her brows shot up when she takes in Dean’s disheveled appearance and Cas’ smug look, and the hunter is halfway to getting defensive when she suddenly smiles and giggles. - Thank God, you’re gay! Sorry about before… I’m not really out yet, and you never know who’s safe, surely, you understand. Dean does and has a presence of mind to nod, trying to compose his face into something neutral. - I was with my girlfriend, you see, her parents are out of town, so we were holed up at her place all weekend. Well, at least that turn of events clears out his time enough to make that pit stop at the motel. He does have some pressing matters to discuss with his angel after all.

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[inkandblade]

Derek was glad for the four compass-point fires lit around the grand hall they’d been brought to; with this much smoke, no one in attendance could possibly scent the deception that Stiles was likely seeping through his every pore. Derek was not going to survive this. He was naked and hard and he needed to be closer to his mate. But no matter how hard he licked, how raw his stubble rubbed Stiles’ skin, he couldn’t taste him. Derek couldn’t taste or scent Stiles because of the potions they’d been fed by the Elders a few hours before — they’d separated him and Stiles and Derek was glad that his mate wouldn’t have been told the secrets of the liquids they’d been given. Derek licked a long line up Stiles’ throat again and settled against his chin to lave and lap and caress the skin there for what was the first, and likely last, time. Even now, as the chemicals and magic from the Elders’ concoction held it down, the wolf deep in Derek’s veins was clawing its way higher, impatient to test if the man before him was who it suspected but could not confirm. Derek had long since lost the fight with his claws. He let them scratch and skewer his own skin so that he didn’t risk doing it to Stiles instead — drawing mate’s blood without being able to scent it would be beyond maddening. He suspected that the change to his wolf-eyes would soon follow, then soon after his fangs. Before long, once the skylight was opened above them, the moonlight would hit his skin and enhance the effect of the potions and if the person standing before him was not his mate he’d kill them. This was the test Derek had been set, and the test he was taking: firstly to keep calm and satisfied by only that which his human-senses could perceive of his mate, and then confront them as fully wolf and have them survive. If he failed in either step the Elders would apparently choose a more suitable, a more purewolf appropriate mate for him. Stiles had stood beside him the week before when these so called Elders had descended on Beacon Hills, announced their decision to visit now that it was a safe place to exist, then informed them all that as a purewolf Derek had certain responsibilities to shoulder. If he refused the test, he and his Pack and anyone who might stand witness would die. It was the first time Derek had regretted inheriting his mother’s full-shift. The Elders had assumed that Stiles standing with Derek — taking Derek’s hand, holding Derek back from attacking them — had been as they were mates. They’d not approved, and both Stiles and Derek had purposefully fueled the misconception before realizing exactly what it would mean to the visitors. Stiles had refused the plane ticket to the other side of the world that Derek had bought him when they’d figured out just what the Elders were there for. Derek had only agreed to let him stay because, even if Stiles didn’t reciprocate, even if the human couldn’t feel the connection with his faculties, Derek knew without a doubt that Stiles was his mate. Even if they Elders killed Derek for the half-made bond he carried, Stiles should survive the rest of the night. The Pack would likely be left alone, too: the Elders were only concerned with those they considered worthy of their concern. They were only horrified by those they considered worth of their horror. They had no concern for anyone in Beacon Hills that wasn’t a full-blooded Hale-wolf. Derek whimpered at the thought that he would soon leave them all. “Hey, hey.” Stiles’ voice was soft and deep and it was definitely his. Derek couldn’t hear a heartbeat, though. He pressed his face into the thin skin of Stiles’ neck to feel the pulse just under the surface. Derek couldn’t speak. His fangs were in the way and his mouth didn’t want to make human noises. He huffed out what he hoped was a good response. “You’re looking wolfier by the second, Der.” Stiles wrapped his arm around Derek’s waist and used his other hand to bring Derek’s chin up a little so they were looking eye to eye. “I’m still me, even if I can now smell that they are burning the same stuff they fed us in that nasty cup-of-ick earlier. Talk about overkill.” Derek sucked in deep breath to try to test that idea and then realized what Stiles had just said. “Oh, what big eyes you have, Mr Wolf,” Stiles chuckled out. “They might not have deemed me worthy of really explaining what was going on, but I’m not an idiot. Even my human nose could identify what they gave me to drink, and they somehow didn’t figure that an emissary might know a little Latin. Their chanting was pretty transparent in its purpose. Transferring your senses to your mate is pretty cool, even if they’re asshats for doing it.” Stiles’ grip on Derek’s back grew harder. “I never wanted this to be a public declaration, and we are definitely talking about not keeping important secrets from each other once this is all over, but…” He looked so much like a wolf as he drew in air and his nostrils flattened then stretched. Derek licked at the skin he could reach. He couldn’t taste Stiles properly or hear his heart or say anything back but hopefully he could get his comprehension across. “I’m glad you agree. The mojo and the herbs they put in that potion are going to suck wearing off, but I want you to know that whatever you thought was going to happen because I wasn’t your mate isn’t going to happen. Obviously.” Derek had to concentrate on the sound of Stiles’ voice over the pounding of blood in his own ears. Stiles tapped out the rhythm of Derek’s pulse. “It’s cool hearing your heart speed up like that.” He pulled Derek even closer and then turned his head. “They’re about to open the skylight.” Derek couldn’t help the whine he let out. Stiles caught his gaze again and rubbed a thumb across his lips. “It’s going to hurt like a bitch. You are going to howl. I am probably going to scream. The moon will right the imbalance they’ve set up here, though. You’ll wake up with your eyes and ears and nose and everything back to normal again, and so will I. They’ll see that we survived, then they’ll fuck off and we can go back home and go back to normal after we have that chat I was talking about.” Derek growled softly and hated, for the first time in a very long time, that he couldn’t make words. The skylight above them creaked and then started to move. Derek looked up a moment and when he looked back Stiles’ eyes were wide and bright, and there was a smile in them and on his lips as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Derek’s mouth.

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[chubby-derek-and-friends]

Chubtober - Day 16 - Sterek

Chub Rub/Chaffing

Derek could tell that Stiles was uncomfortable. He had been for a couple of hours at least, but he was being stubborn. Which usually Derek found as a turn on, but not when it came to Stiles’s health and safety.

The two of them had been walking through the theme park all day, holding hands. Derek loved that he could be this open, this relaxed with Stiles. It also helped to keep him from losing Stiles when the younger man was distracted by something and would start to dash off after it. But then Disney World brought out the kid in anyone, even Derek.

And Stiles looked like the biggest kid of them all. His red heather Iron Man t-shirt was stretched around his bouncing love handles and belly, and he wore a pair of mickey mouse ears off-kilter on his head. He was quickly demolishing a churro as he sauntered around the park, his eyes childishly wide as if to take in everything.

“Oooh, hey! Come on, Der! The Haunted Mansion is a classic!” Stiles said, pulling his boyfriend through the large metal gates.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you had enough scares in your life?” he asked.

“Are you kidding? This stuff is all humor!” Stiles said, smiling. But his smile flashed to a grimace momentarily.

“Stiles, what’s wrong?” Derek asked for the fifth time.

“Nothing,” Stiles said, smiling again. But Derek wasn’t buying it. He squeezed Stiles’s hand and started to pull the pain from him. Immediately, Stiles’s face went slack as the relief rushed through him, leaving Derek with a slight sting in his hand that faded as quickly as it came.

“Hey, stop that,” Stiles said, struggling to regain his power of thought. He pulled his hand from Derek and smacked him with it. “What if someone saw your pain drain veins?” He whispered, leaning in to Derek’s space.

But Derek had found out the truth. “Stiles, tell me what’s wrong,” Derek insisted as the two of them shuffled through the line.

Stiles sighed, frustrated. He looked around them, the families and teenagers and couples all crowded into the winding line with them. Leaning in so he was practically kissing Derek’s ear, he hissed, “It’s my thighs.”

Derek pulled back to look at him, concerned. “What? Is it a cramp? Were you injured? Did you pull something?” He asked.

“No, no,” Stiles insisted, looking around again before whispering in Derek’s ear, “I...I think they’re chaffed.”

When Stiles pulled back this time, his face was blotchy and red with embarrassment.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows. “Chaffed?”

Stiles flailed, shushing him. The woman behind them gave him a raised eyebrow, which Stiles answered with a smile and a head nod. He jerked Derek forward as the line moved and whispered in his ear angrily, “Yes, chaffed! Like they’ve rubbed together too much. I have chub rub, Derek.”

Derek paused, thinking about it. The image of Stiles’s thighs always made Derek hot, but now, thinking of them raw and red instead of pale and speckled made him sad. But something didn’t add up.

“But why now? I thought you bought those shorts new before the trip,” Derek said.

Stiles looked down. He had bought the shorts new. Three pairs of them. Underwear too. And a couple of shirts. Honestly, with all the eating he had been doing with Derek, Stiles was surprised he only went up two pants sizes. But that wasn’t the problem.

Stiles mumbled something so incoherent, even Derek’s werewolf hearing couldn’t pick it up.

“What was that?” Derek asked.

Stiles mumbled again, a little bit louder. This time Derek thought he could understand what Stiles was saying, but he wanted to be sure.

“I can’t understand you, Stiles.” Derek said, a smile creeping across his face.

“I said Splash Mountain, okay,” Stiles practically shouted.

The people around them froze, all turning to look at the spectacle. Stiles’s face went bright red. He glared at Derek who just smiled back at him serenely.

Eventually, the crowd went back to their own conversations, especially now that the line was moving again.

“We went on Splash Mountain, and my pants got wet, and they’re chaffing my legs.” Stiles said under his breath. “There. Now you can say ‘I told you so’.”

But Derek didn’t say anything, instead wrapping an arm around the younger man and pulling Stiles to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting?”

Stiles slumped his shoulders. “I wanted to have an awesome day with you! It’s not your fault I’m such a dumbass.” Stiles said.

Derek kissed the side of Stiles’s head. The line was moving pretty quickly and they were already in the stretching room. Their conversation paused as the recorded voice announced that he would be their “ghost host.”

The two of them smiled through the narration, until finally the doors opened and they were shuffled back into a line.

“We should go back to the hotel after this.” Derek said.

“No! Der,” Stiles whined, “Come on! I’ll be fine!”

Derek shook his head. “You’re hurting and you’ll only make it worse if you don’t at least get out of those wet pants.”

Stiles slumped. “I hate it when you’re right,” he groused.

“I know,” Derek said, smirking.

Stiles glared at him, but had to look away as he stepped onto the moving sidewalk and then into their Doombuggy.

Once seated, Stiles shifted so he was pressed completely up against his boyfriend. “Well, since no one can see us, how about a little of your...mojo?” Stiles asked, wriggling his hand.

Derek rolled his eyes but took the offered hand, quickly draining the pain from Stiles’s body.

“Jesus that’s better than sex,” Stiles sighed, slumping against Derek.

Derek laughed. “But is it better than baked goods?”

Stiles’s thoughtful silence only made Derek laugh harder.

#chubtober #day 16 #chubby!sterek #chubby!stiles #Chub Rub/Chaffing

[tweenw]

Fair-(Peter Hale)

Characters: OC, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale and (Y/N)

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale, Allison Argent x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 1865

Summary: The pack don’t believe that Peter could possibly have a girlfriend, let alone be engaged, until said girlfriend crashes the pack meeting.

(A/N) wooo there’s some Sterek throughout this too, couldn’t help myself :)))

(Third P.O.V)

He was in the corner of the room, too preoccupied with his own thoughts to even care about what Derek’s little pose was saying. He didn’t care about that cute new girl Stiles spoke of, or the new shoes the banshee bought, or even Derek’s new romance with the annoying Stiles. What he did care about was the woman on her way to brighten his day. His fianceé and partner since high school, (Y/N).

“It would help if grumpzilla over there actually paid attention once in a while.” Stiles pokes fun at the man in deep thought. Over the years, Peter and Stiles have developed an odd relationship. Peter tried to kill him, and offer him the bite, and they became unlikely allies, and then the boy started dating his nephew. So Stiles’s goofy remarks were normal. 

“Leave him be he’s useless right now, he’s trying to plan the next week or so in his head.” Derek chimes in from his position on the sofa, the book long forgotten.

Scott raises his eyebrows at Derek, prompting him to elaborate.

“(Y/N) is on her way, Peter’s  fianceé.” Derek mutters before returning back to his book, leaving his uncle to deal with the packs questions.

The entire group bursts into confused chatter and questions are fired at Peter. 

The poor man shifts in his seat and shoots the pack an annoyed look. “Why are you all so surprised that I have a fianceé?” 

Stiles eyes him up, as if trying to hint at why it’s so unbelievable. 

“Well, you’re manipulative, annoying, psychotic, devious, malevolent, aggravating, irritating, vexatious. Should I keep going? Because there’s about another hundred or so words to describe you with.” Stiles counts on his fingers as he throws insults at Peter, knowing he wouldn’t attack the teenager just because of Derek. 

In the corner of the room, Derek lowers his book to watch the exchange in amusement. 

“I never thought I’d ever agree with Stiles, but the boy’s right. It is hard to believe.” Isaac chimes in, brows furrowed. 

Peter rolls his eyes and glances down at his watch. Just a few more minutes now.

“What's her name anyway?” Lydia asks, her head cocked to the side. If there was anyone even mildly excited to meet another girl, then it would be her. Though if said girl is anything like Peter then she wouldn’t be too keen.

“(Y/N).” A small smile appears on Peters face just at the mere mention of the woman who holds his heart in the palm of her hand.

Scott raises his eyebrows, now intrigued. 

“Is she like us? Does she know?” Scott asks. She could potentially be a new member of the pack.

“No, she’s human, but she knows about everything. Probably more than you.” 

This manages to grab the groups attention. Firstly, why would someone like Peter Hale be dating an ordinary human? A normal girl with nothing supernatural about her? But then again Derek is dating Stiles, who’s also human. And secondly, who is she? Is she an emissary? Who would voluntarily be with Peter Hale?

“So she’s like, willingly with you? No magic voodoo mojo shit?” Stiles questions, still in disbelief. How can someone like Peter land a girl?

Derek lets out an amused chuckle at this.

The ears of the werewolves pick up a noise far off in the building, the clicking of heels on the cement floor. 

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

I wipe my clammy hands on my blue dress and take a deep breath. Butterflies fill my stomach the closer I get to Derek’s apartment, knowing that Peter is the closest he’s been in the last few months.

Peter and I have been engaged for almost a year now, but due to my job I’ve been all over the place travelling. But now I took some time off and I couldn’t be more excited to get the wedding planning started. Derek will no doubt want to help, he’s got an artistic spark in him. And his boyfriend will probably have to keep the guy in check so he doesn’t go over the top.

I don’t waste any more time and open the door to Derek’s ‘house’ and walk in. My eyes scan the room full of surprised teenagers until they land on the man I was looking for. 

The duffel bags fall onto the ground as I ignore the high heels and break into a run and jump right into Peter’s open arms. He grips me tight and spins me around like a rag doll before grabbing a hold of face and pressing his lips against mine harshly. I don’t need werewolf abilities to sense the longing and happiness radiating off of him, he manages to show me through the kiss. 

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, relishing in the feeling of his body against mine after so long. 

A cough from somewhere behind us makes us reluctantly pull apart, though Peter’s arm remains slung over my shoulders. My eyes land on the teenagers who look dumbfounded, like they just witnessed a miracle. 

“You weren’t shitting us.” A guy with eyes wide like the moon looks between Peter and Derek before taking a seat on the sofa and running his hand over his face. From what I heard, that’s Stiles, Derek’s boyfriend. 

Next to me, Peter rolls his eyes, but goes on to pair the faces with their names. 

“The idiot is Stiles, he thought you weren’t real. Looks like you blew his mind.” Peter chuckles, pride filling his voice up to the brim. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Derek shake his head and roll his eyes. I send him a quick smile, I’ll have to catch up with him later on.

“Can you blame him though?” I laugh a little, winking at Peter. My teasing causes him to roll his eyes and someone to mutter ‘burn’ and ‘whipped’.

“You’re here barely 5 minutes and you’re already putting him in his place. Simply amazing.” Stiles grins.

Peter and I have the weird kind of relationship. We either talk every minute of the day or don’t talk for days because of our busy schedules. We’ve dated for more than half of our life, yet every time I’m around him I still feel like we’ve just started dating. Plus, he’s the only one who can match me with sarcasm, though I’m getting the sense that Stiles can do so too.

Ignoring Stiles’s comment, Peter moves on to introduce the rest of the people, some of who I’ve already heard about. Allison, Scott, Lydia and Stiles are the one’s I’ve heard of, but this is my first time meeting them. Though I’ve never heard of Isaac, Liam or Malia. But they seem like they’re a fun bunch.

“Well, nice to meet you all. I wasn’t expecting to intrude on a pack meeting, so I’m sorry about that.” I smile at the group, kind of feeling a little guilty now. Maybe I should have called first. But the desire and want to see Peter as soon as possible won out.

“We were only talking about my new shoes and how unbelievable it is that Peter has a fianceé. How did you two meet?” The strawberry blonde girl, Lydia, fills me in. She’s the banshee, I think. 

Peter and I take a seat on one of the many sofas Derek was forced to buy for the teens and Peter starts filling her in on our first encounter. As he speaks, I relive the blissful moments.

I watch in disbelief as my friend, Maya, attempts to shoot the balloons with the gun attached to the booth. She’s already fired 13 shots and somehow managed to miss ever single one. Fairs have never really been my thing, but since my roommate wanted to go, I figured tagging along wouldn’t do me any harm. But just watching her miss the balloons pains me. 

I roll my eyes and hand the guy a five dollar bill and take my friends place. I take a deep breath in, then exhale and fire fire fire. The first 10 rounds hit the balloons, and soon I’m buying more and more bullets. Out of the 30 balloons, I only missed two. 

I set the gun down and turn around to look at my dumbfounded friend before telling her to pick whatever teddy I just won her. Maya squeals and immediately asks to see a massive grey one. 

“Impressive shots, if I do say so myself.” An impressed voice that belongs to a cute guy makes me raise my eyebrows. A cute guy speaking to me? And complimenting me? No way.

“Cheers, I guess not being obsessed with makeup and clothes gives me a lot of free time. I’m (Y/N), by the way.” I smile and extend my hand for the cute to shake. 

The guy looks at my outstretched hand before taking a hold of it, turning it and pressing a gentle kiss to it. My heart flutters a little.

“Peter, pleasure to meet you.”

“And then the two of us had a bet, who could get the most free cotton candy. Somehow I won.” Peter shrugs and presses a small kiss on the side of my head. I feel my heart flutter like that time at the fair 22 years ago. 

“That’s oddly sweet.” Scott says, almost like he’s confused that Peter was nice. Peter is tricky. He can be stand-offish, and cruel, and manipulative, but never towards me. Never. So no wonder the pack isn’t used to this kind of behavior from him.

“How come he got the most? That seems unlikely.” Lydia laughs a little, eyebrows furrowed. I don’t blame her. Though he did fail to mention that he only won by one, but I’ll let him have his 5 minutes of fame.

“Oh Peter here was the self-proclaimed local charmer back in his days.” Derek chimes in. This causes the pack to look at each other in confusion. Of course they wouldn’t think so, despite Peter’s still stunning looks. To them he’s just an old dickhead. 

Next to me, Peter huffs and stand up. “Well, it was nice to have a little family catch up but (Y/N) and I are not going to spend any more time that we could be together around all of you. So scram.” 

The pack all sigh in defeat and follow Peter’s finger which is pointing at the door. Lydia barely gets the chance to shout back at Derek to give her number to me so we can stay in touch before Peter slams the door shut. This leaves Stiles, Derek, Peter and I alone in awkward silence. 

“Well, Derek and I had a date planned anyway, just please don’t do it on he kitchen counter because that would be gross.” Stiles instructs us as Derek rolls his eyes, but follows his boyfriend out of the apartment nonetheless. They’re too adorable.

Peter wastes no time in spinning me around and attaching his lips to mine in a kiss filled with longing and frustration. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him as his lips make their way down my neck, my dress hiked up to my waist. As I feel the cool marble of the kitchen counter underneath me, I laugh a little. 

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2021 Fic Year In Review

i was tagged by @rhyslahey, @inell, AND @luulapants so i guess i gotta do the thing now alkjdfg 😂

Total number of completed works: 32, which is more than i thought tbh, but it’s mostly been because of the stiles shipping central discord server’s monthly ficlet exchange, soooo thanks for keeping me going when i otherwise had no motivation whatsoever.

Total word count: once i get the ficlet i’m working on now posted, it’ll be about 53k for the year. which.....is decent, i suppose. but i fall into the trap of comparing myself to my previous self, aaaaand it’s by FAR the least i’ve written annually since i started writing fic again after high school. like, almost 1/5 of my most prolific years. trying to remind myself consistently that it’s okay and even good to have periods of rest and lowered productivity, especially under the circumstances. my brain juice will return from the war eventually probably.

Fandoms written in: Teen Wolf and Merlin, which yeah it was kind of nice to foray briefly back into the latter!! hadn’t written for Merlin in a long time.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? my expectations for the year were pretty low, i think, after last year was also an extremely unproductive year and i wasn’t feeling much better about things. so, like, i wish i’d written more, but i’m also glad that i wrote anything cuz that was not guaranteed 😬😭😅

What’s your own favorite story of the year? honestly, none of the ones i’ve written this year stand out to me very much..... scanning through the list and it’s taking me EFFORT to even remember what some of them ARE, adlfkh. i guess if i had to pick one, i might say If We Exiled Our Sins?? i originated a pairing tag, first one to write it, and that’s pretty exciting lol. i think i like that fic a lot.

Did you take any writing risks this year? besides writing that pairing ^? not really, i don’t think. everything was pretty chill, low effort and low engagement, short and easy.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? write more, get my mojo back. try and write something longer than 7k. maybe even a multichap. i miss being able to write long stories 😭

Most popular story of the year? by hits, A Kiss To Remember (Merthur). by kudos, Reach Out, In Reach (Sterek). by bookmarks and comments, Love Is Blind And So Is Stiles (Sterek). by subscriptions, Kids, They Say (Stiles & puppy pack), which surprises and amuses me.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Things I Learned In The Storm maybe??? an Erica character study thing, which i quite liked but which got very little response.

Most fun story to write:  Love In The Age Of Sustainable Gardening Practices (Steter) was quite fun 😂

Most unintentionally telling story: uuuhhhh, i don’t think i projected much on any of my stories this year?? there wasn’t much substance to most of them, and 95% of them were based on prompts/requests from others, so they weren’t just things i felt compelled to put out there.

Biggest disappointment: i posted a couple of fics that were gifts for people who didn’t respond to them literally at all......so. that was fun. wonder if they read them......

Biggest surprise: talking myself into accidentally genuinely shipping Laura/Noshiko 🤣 

tagging: ......i can’t think of any writers whom i haven’t seen already get tagged aldkfjghadfg rip

#fics by me

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Oh god, if you ever write some Sheith I'm dead! Love you, xo

!!!

Well, nonnie, here’s the thing - I REALLY WANT TO. 

i mean, i haven’t read but like 2 sheith fics yet (i have a bunch saved), and i’ve only seen the show straight through once with a few episodes multiple times, so i’m like...nervous? what if i get the characters wrong?? plus, the fandom really scares me lolol 

HOWEVER, i have planned out a sheith college baseball au???? i talked it through with two friends and they were like YES PLZ. so, i might try to write that???? IDK IT’S ALL VERY DAUNTING.

plus, i’ve been in a crazy writing funk :/// i have like 6 sterek wips that i keep going between and i’m not making any progress. :((( i just hate everything i write and beat myself up the whole time i write. so...writing funk :/// semester is about to end, so maybe this summer i can get some of my writing mojo back, sterek or sheith (or BOTH!!!)

thanks for the support, nonnie!! if you have sheith prompts, send them along :D

[josjournal]

Paper, sigh, fingers. :D

Sterek Fic (Was supposed to be for Sterek Bingo 2018 but never finished):

Paper: Reaching into his secret pocket, he withdrew a paper crane that Brownie had folded for him the night before; the boy was surprisingly adept at origami for his age.

Sigh: Without much thought, he sent some healing mojo to the worst spots, smiling at the boy’s relieved sigh.

Fingers: Stiles wiggled his fingers and whispered a few words, sending out a glamour to hide what was happening.

Author/PA AU:

Paper: He continued muttering to himself about the evils of technology as he made his way into his office, nearly slipping on the bunched up papers that littered the floor.

Sigh: He gave a defeated sigh as he sat himself down at the table and started flipping through the massive folder Niall had left behind, hoping to find something that he could use to point him in the direction of how to start Mr. Payne, correction - Liam, on a proper diet.

Fingers: Liam’s fingers itched to run over the stubble, to twist into the long strands that had always been hidden in tiny buns or under caps until that day.

Bank Teller Au:

Paper: No appearance

Sigh: No appearance

Fingers: Zayn’s fingers tapped on the counter to the rhythm of the song only he could hear.

Fake Marriage Fic:

Paper: No appearance

Sigh: No appearance

Fingers: Liam poked at the various rings on Zayn’s fingers, laughing.

Handy Liam (working title):

Paper:  He held his breath as he watched the thin sheet of paper spit out the top.

Sigh: He read over the problem and sighed when he realized that a stuck drawer would need to be pushed to the bottom of the list of jobs.

Fingers: Today was his first day actually on the clock for repairs, but he crossed his fingers nothing would go wrong as he glanced around the workshop.

Sterek/Ziam AU:

Paper: No appearance

Sigh: Stiles’ voice was hopeful, but Derek sighed in response.

Fingers: The slighter man nodded and snapped his fingers, a spark appearing and disappearing quickly.

Road Trip AU:

Paper: No appearance

Sigh: No appearance

Fingers: No appearance

Ziam Radio DJ AU:

Paper: “I don’t want to know,” he said, but watched as Louis’ hand flew across the paper.  

Sigh: His hands moving to his throat, a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse.

Fingers: He was just relieved to pull his fingers back and not see any blood.

Ziam Uni Fic:

Paper: No appearance

Sigh: Liam swore he heard the docents let out a sigh of relief.

Fingers: No appearance

What a Beautiful Day SongFic:

Paper: No appearance

Sigh: With a sigh, he closed his eyes.

Fingers: It was as he shifted that he realized what had woken him: tentative fingers running through the hair on the back of his head.

High School Reunion AU:

Paper: Setting the phone aside, he reached under the table and pulled out a blank sheet of paper.

Sigh: He flipped over to his “missed calls” and sighed as he saw them all there.

Fingers: Liam’s fingers fidgeted and he itched for the pack of cigarettes that were hidden inside his jacket.

Ziam Kid Fic:

Paper: “No. No problem,” he muttered, holding out a piece of paper.

Sigh: Flipping it open, he sighed as he saw the numerous colours filling the pages covering the next few weeks.

Fingers: Zayn saw Liam’s fingers reach out and tickle Ajlal’s sides, causing her to squirm and giggle.

Thanks for sending the ask - I enjoyed pulling these up and now hopefully I might get some writing done. :D

xx-Joey

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

#thank you #my writing #elerinwen