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i don’t know if I believe that destiel is as popular as you all make it out to be. can you make a poll that’s profound bond vs platonic bros and actually let the people decide? prob not but hey, worth a shot
What is destiel to you?
Profound Bond
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but they weren’t going to mention it
Reblog for a larger sampling size, leaving this in y’all’s hands 🙏
continuing my New Queer Cinema education with the experts, or: if I have watched through all the dozens of queer films referenced in Supernatural I will go to the source on writers' social media for more. improvise adapt overcome
bonus liked post on the sublime queer art that informed our pivotal moment:
Some people out here still acting like they don't know what rainclouds and sunshine make smh.
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(prompt: boy, howdy!)
Top 20 Sterek Scenes (as voted by my followers):
#3 - There’s a lot of myths, about how people can be turned into a werewolf. Usually a bite, there’s one about rain water. Drinking rainwater out of the puddle of a werewolf’s print. There’s another one. [Can you get turned by a scratch?]
Did you really feel like you couldn't tell me? I couldn't tell anyone.
heyy. I read this fic a long time ago where stiles was kidnapped (pretty common trope) but he was captured by the alpha pack probably and the only detail I remember is that he was also suspended from the ceiling with his hands tied (like it was in the show with deaton?) and then the pack comes to find him and derek barges in and tries to support him so his shoulders and wrist won't hurt any longer while the fight starts. I can't find it but if anyone remembers something similar, would be great help. Thank you 🌻
Hi anon! @hedwig221b says it's this one.
Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)
“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Not sure if this is it. It has some pretty dark spots but it has everything I believe you are looking for. Good luck!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41920185
Chapter 2, here we go!!!
You Look At Me Like I'm All You Want (I'm Hardwired To Be With You) by MoonWolfBlues
sterek | General Audiences | 4,695 words | 2/? Read on AO3: Ch. 1 | Ch. 2
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Stiles woke up groggy and out of it. His mouth felt like cotton and his limbs ached. He reached out gently with his magic, assessing his immediate surroundings. He could sense that he wasn’t at home, but he didn’t seem to be surrounded by enemies either for once. He’d woken up in restraints enough times to recognize the feel of them and that wasn’t what was happening here. Actually, he had no idea what was happening here.
The last thing he remembered was the explosion and feeling the pack bonds break before running for his life through the preserve.
He couldn’t hear anyone talking, so he risked opening one eye. Of course, he regretted it immediately when he was met with the hard stare of what could only be an imposing alpha. And not one that he recognized. It was just his luck that his spark would go on the fritz at a time like this. He should have been able to sense an unfamiliar presence with his magic, but for some reason he didn’t sense her.
He groaned and opened his eyes the rest of the way. He had been caught and no amount of faking on his part would get past an alpha’s keen senses, so there was no point in trying to hide that he was awake.
He moved to sit up and groaned even harder at the pain in his side. He looked down and put his hand to the newly applied bandage. Hmm… they cleaned his wounds? So they weren’t completely evil. But if he remembered correctly, the wound wasn’t that deep, well not deep enough that his bond and spark shouldn’t have started healing it by now. Which could only mean, “I’m not healing.”
This seemed to catch the alpha’s attention. “Should you be?”
“Well yeah, that’s kind of an advantage to being an Alpha’s mate. One of the cooler ones if I do say so myself.” He was rambling. He really needed to stop doing that in front of potential enemies. “That’s beside the point. Where am I? Why did you bandage my wounds?”
Her surprise turned to apprehension at his mention of mates but she didn’t move from her place at the door. “What Alpha do you serve?”
“Okay, guess we’re not answering any of my questions today.” He rolled his eyes and looked around the room. From the small window near the ceiling, he could tell it was daytime and that he was underground, most likely in a basement if the lack of furnishings and damp air was anything to go by. He couldn’t have been out that long, probably a few hours tops, so they couldn’t have dragged him far.
In fact, when he sent his magic out again, with a clearer head this time, he could feel it sing with the magic of his own territory. “My name is Stiles Stilinski, and I am the emissary of the Hale Pack.” He looked back over to the alpha and stared her down with his own brand of well-earned fierceness. “Which you should already know, seeing as we’re still on Hale land.”
The look on the Alpha’s face would be comical if she didn’t remind him so much of his dad, imposing and fierce with a touch of softness that only a parent could hold. And wasn’t that a sobering thought? Immediately, he felt the grief pouring over him in waves. It was all he could do to not cry out at the loss of his pack, of his friends and family and loved ones.
It took him a few moments to compose himself. When his eyes met the alpha’s again, they had softened somewhat. He mentally rolled his eyes. Stupid werewolves and their stupid sniffers always snooping on his emotional state. He used his spark to clamp down on his emotions. Putting a wall up between him and his grief. This wasn’t the time. He would have to deal with the loss eventually, but not when he was in the presence of an unknown alpha.
The silence was stretching longer than he was comfortable with. Granted, all silence made him uncomfortable, but he was determined to wait this out. He had done enough answering. It was the alpha’s turn to talk.
She looked like she had a lot of questions but the one he didn’t expect was, “What do you know about my son?”
His head tilted to the side, a habit he picked up over the years from spending too much time with his pack. Her son? He didn’t know her son. Why would he…? But then gray eyes flashed in his mind and he remembered who had tackled him to the ground just before he passed out. He thought it had been a dream but by the look on the Alpha’s face, it wasn’t.
“Derek…” he said it with the same love and grief that he had earlier. The emotions in his chest were battling for dominance. Grief at his death, at the loss of both their soul bond and pack bond. And cautious relief at the potential of Derek being alive. “But that’s not possible. He’s de-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say it, so instead he shook his head.
Think, think, think. What are you missing?
There was the weird light in the preserve as he was running for his life. There was the magazine-worthy mansion where the burnt-to-hell Hale House should have been. He could feel that he was on Hale land. And there was his spark going on the fritz and not recognizing an enemy five feet away from him… unless the alpha wasn’t an enemy.
“No,” he whispered, “you can’t be.” But when he looked up into the face of the strong woman in front of him, he could see the same dark hair and pale gray eyes as Derek. The same hard set of brows that could speak so well without needing a single word to be spoken aloud. He looked at her in horror and awe, “You’re Talia Hale.”
“Yes.” She said, stone-faced. “And who are you, Emissary Stillinski?”
“But you can’t be.” He yelled in exasperation, his arms flailing around him. “How are you alive? Did I bring you back without meaning to? Did Peter? God knows he has the practical experience.”
And he lost her again. The confusion and frustration was rolling off of her in thick waves. The more he said, the deeper set her frown became.
He was working himself into a frenzy, his mind working too fast. So he did the only thing he knew: he trusted his gut and released his spark in full force, letting the magic reach out of him in search of answers. He could feel his eyes and tattoos glow violet with the power. In the low light of the basement, he shone like a lava lamp, the light pulsing in time with the beat of his heart.
He heard her gasp, but it sounded far away with his attention focused elsewhere.
It didn’t take long to find answers. He felt Talia in front of him and a small group of people outside the door of the room they were in, how he hadn’t heard them with his enhanced hearing, he wasn’t sure. But above them he could sense floors and floors and floors of people. And all he could picture was the family gathered at the front of the house when he launched into the clearing. Most of them with dark hair and gray eyes. The… Hales.
“You’re alive,” he whispered, his voice gradually building. Goosebumps were quickly building along his arms, though he barely noticed them. “You’re all alive. How did you survive? No, scratch that. What about the fire? And Kate? And the mountain ash barrier? Did that just never happen? Oh my god, my brain hurts. How can you all be alive?” He just barely managed to miss hitting himself in the face with his flailing, though he did manage to pull at the injury on his side, and boy, did that hurt.
When his eyes were finally able to focus on Talia again, the reality of the situation hit him. Derek was alive. And he grew up with a loving family. And he never had to take on the guilt of their deaths. Never had to carry it with him while bad thing after bad thing tried to topple him. By the end of his questions, he was crying. Full-on blubbering with big ole baby tears.
Talia looked extremely uncomfortable with the turn of events but he didn’t care. He was too happy for the Derek that got all of this.
She stepped towards him, probably hoping to strangle him into stopping the waterworks. But her voice was unexpectedly soft when she spoke. “How do you know about the fire and about what the Argents tried to do?” She paused, “...And why do you smell relieved that their attempt failed?”
He sniffled like the strong man that he was, not even trying to wipe the tears away because he knew they weren’t going to stop any time soon. “Because from where I’m from, they did succeed, and it tore him apart. But here… here he gets to wake up every day to a family that loves him and cares for him, and that’s the best news I’ve gotten in a long, long time.”
She looked stunned that a stranger could care so much about her son. “Who are you?” she asked with wonder in her voice.
“I’m Stiles. And I think I may have accidentally altered time and space as we know it so you might want to call Deaton.” He smiled at her continued surprise at his knowledge of her life. “You still work with him, right? If the fire never happened, then he would still be your emissary.”
She nodded in confirmation.
“Then get him over here ‘cause we’ve got a lot to discuss.”
Read the full chapter on AO3.
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Cis men are trying to deflect and deny their manifest sexual abuse of women by creating the fictional 'trans women offender'.
Don't trust cis rape culture to protect women.
MAGA racism is killing us.
Do you get annoyed when people say the Sterek fandom is dead? Well, prove them wrong by reblogging this fresh new rec list of fics published in the past three years!
Pulling Strings by Gia279 54k words, M
Stiles and Derek pull off the ultimate game of survival charades: fooling the alpha pack into thinking their leader, alpha of alphas, demon wolf Deucalion himself, is still alive, in order to find the location of the Darach and save Beacon Hills and their pack, while Stiles learns to control this brand new, unusual power.
The Curse of the Love Sweater by HisBeloved 56k words, E
The "sweater curse" or "curse of the love sweater" is a term used by knitters to describe the belief that if a knitter gives a hand-knit sweater to a significant other, it will lead to the recipient breaking up with the knitter. When Stiles and Derek were children, a misunderstanding created a rift between Claudia Stilinski, owner of The Hale Yarn Company, and Talia Hale, the best knitter and spinner in the county, leading to the opening of Lucky Ewe, Claudia Stilinski's yarn store. Stiles and Derek have been lifelong competitors at the Beacon County Fair and after their mothers died, became owners of competing yarn shops. Derek is a budding knitwear designer on the eve of the release of his first book of patterns. Stiles wants him on his popular knitting YouTube show despite the decade-long feud between the Stilinski's and Hales. Hijinks, fluff, and ridiculousness ensue, and the boys get their happy ending.
Don't they know it's the end of the world? by flemoncake, mute90 20k words, M
Stiles thought being in love in a dangerous, post-apocalyptic world was a bad idea. He voted for pleasant, casual sex all the way. But being afraid of love doesn't stop it from coming after you. Being afraid doesn’t stop anything from coming after you.
love in suspension by creationmyth 6k words, T
They walk side by side back to the camaro, Derek’s all tensed up while Stiles hums some unnamable tune under his breath. When they finally break the treeline, Stiles pulls Derek by the arm so they’re face to face. “Thank you,” Stiles tells him quietly, making sure Derek knows he’s sincere. “It’s what we do.” It is. It really is. (or: Stiles and Derek learn, over time, how loyalty becomes love.)
ouroboros (get it right) by yesimirreputable 5k words, M
You try again, and the story's always the same: you never make it past eighteen.
a light and darkness in the heart of the forest by thedaughterofkings 10k words, T
There's a beast in the forest, they say. If you call to it, it will answer. To save his mom, Stiles will face up to it and hope the price won't be higher than the reward.
nothing but hope and virtue by dappledawndrawn, LeafZelindor 60k words, T
Senator Derek Hale, a California Democrat, had considered a future where he needed to hire a new campaign manager. He'd always expected to hire someone from inside the campaign. They'd have been familiar, respectful, come into his office carefully, with nervous excitement, and called him "sir" too much when asking for their first assignment. They'd have been familiar with the ins and outs of working with a werewolf pack, and everything would have been fine. Not great, maybe, but fine. But instead, Deaton retires with no warning, and almost sight-unseen, he hires Stiles Stilinksi, who is sprawled across his office couch, entering random contacts from Derek's Rolodex into his phone. Derek's a little in love with him. It's going to be a long campaign.
Fairy Wings and Beastly Tails by Bliz, PalenDrome (nerdherderette) 8k words, T
The prince knows it’s risky. He thinks about how he could manage without his wings; what his life would be like without flying or the ability to do spells. He thinks about his father and Scott, and all the others he’d leave behind if he fails. But then he thinks about the creature and the sadness in those green eyes, and how the image haunts his dreams. “I’ll do it,” he says as the Oak Witch’s grin grows wide.
Bite the Moonlight & Bleed Gold by raisesomehale 86k words, E
Seven years after being tricked and imprisoned by the Argents, Derek Hale finds himself off the blistering coasts of Antarctica aboard the Argentum Domina, an illegal prison ship out of which the Argents operate their behemoth, underground poaching empire. Bitter and packless, Derek spends his days working off his servitude by poaching creatures for Gerard to sell on the Black Magic Market, no future or end in sight. Until, Allison Argent brings him a capture case with a reward price so ludicrous that he has no choice but to accept. The only problem is, the target creature shouldn't even exist. Derek is flung fast into the deep webbings of a bigger mystery than he could have ever imagined. And discovers that, like this enchanting creature, not everything is as it seems.
My Soul to Keep by jacyevans, Jmeelee 18k words, T
Stiles came with a whiteboard, and blue dry erase marker, flapping it over his head like a white flag on a battlefield. "Come on," he coaxed. "You must want to say something. You've never gone this long without telling me to shut up." He waggled the marker in Derek's face. Stinging alcohol and pungent polymer singed Derek's nose hairs. His fingers itched to pick up the board, and not because he wanted to tell Stiles to be quiet. He enjoyed the babble that filled the apartment every few days, the hearty food, Stiles' particular, reassuring smell: maple sugar buzz, spicy-sweet deodorant, milk-sour frustration, floral shampoo, and spring grass at night. It soaked into Derek's couch, his bed, his skull. If any of it were real, Derek would take the board and write: thank you.
A Functioning Adult’s Field Guide to Enemies With Benefits by BisexualGoblin (LadyBoBo) 31k words, E
The six years Stiles was away for college, he certainly missed a lot—namely the whole best friend turned into a werewolf thing. But he didn’t think he missed enough to get replaced by a douche bag like Derek Hale. Now with Scott’s wedding looming, it’s the perfect chance for Stiles to show Derek who the real brains of the operation is. If only he could stop jumping into bed with him…
Let's build a beehive by GreyHaven 25k words, G
Ten years after he last saw Derek, Stiles' life is in ruins and he has nowhere else to turn. He has Derek's address but will he be welcomed? A post canon AU about healing, growth, acceptance, and love.
Handstands For You by Fenris13 15k words, E
"No, really, you don't have to—!" Stiles hisses, flinching as Derek rubs soap with needless intensity into the cut. "Shut up and keep still," Derek growls back. Stiles whines in response, squirming in Derek’s grip but otherwise following the order. Stupid werewolves and their stupid regeneratey-healy powers. It’s not Stiles’ fault that he’s wimpy and human, so when he gets thrown down a flight of stairs and through a rotten wooden wall by lake monsters, he still remembers it the next morning.
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths by Daisyapples 29k words, N/r
Stiles didn't expect much when he stopped a stranger being attacked in an alleyway. He didn't expect the wolf following him around New York, didn't expect the help when he was sick, didn't expect the psycho blond attacking him, or the place to stay. He didn't expect the new family. Oh, and he definitely didn't expect werewolves.
Dear Fellow Traveler by lanalua (this is me!) 32k words, M
Years after shit went down in Beacon Hills a traumatized Stiles is dating Lydia and living in New York, trying to avoid and get over anything related to the supernatural. When he finally decides to go back to his hometown and face his fears, he will be lead down a path of self-discovery that will change the course he had set for his life. Stiles shook his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Derek, it was just that he couldn’t. If he’d had magic the whole time, did it mean he could have been less useless back in highschool? Did it mean he could have helped, maybe kept Erica and Boyd alive? Kept Derek and Scott from leaving? It was too much. Guilt tore through his stomach like an arrow. He felt himself start to hyperventilate again.
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updated version
Stiles Stilinski looking good hanging out waiting for Derek
Presenting @sterekbigbang's 2024/2025 Author @angeleyz4ever and Artist @renmackree with
The Alpha and The Spark
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No warning Additional Tags: FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, Baby Werewolves, AU Canon Divergence, Future fic, Mates, Magical Stiles, Mating Rituals, Hunter-Werewolf war, FBI Spies, Bad Friend Scott McCall but not always, Bad Person Alan Deaton, Good Rafael McCall, Calavera family, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Mating sex Word Count:46572 Summary: FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski's special team was supposed to save an old-world werewolf pack that was reported to be wiped out by hunters. Yet when they arrive, the camp becomes all-out chaos. Stiles and his two charges are lucky to make it out alive. So he messages the only person he can trust who would be able to help him... his Sourwolf. Derek Hale races to find Stiles so they can flee across the country, taking their charges to the only place they know they can keep them safe. Even when Stiles is wanted by the FBI and the resident Alpha is throwing a tantrum. Can they stop an all-out war and how is it the FBI has turned on Stiles? At the end of the day, can Stiles and Derek save everyone and themselves while trying to make a life for themselves together, or will they die trying?
[Read on AO3]
Pictures are fixed and so are the chapters.
Reblogging because STEREK!
Presenting @sterekbigbang's 2024/2025 Author @moonwolfblues and Artist @angeleyz4ever with:
The Thing About The Truth
Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Monster of the week, truth spell, magic!stiles, alpha!derek, hale pack feels, subtle scent marking, everyone is in college, panic attacks, descriptions of panic attacks, protective!Derek, Good!Peter Hale, Alisson is pack, rebuilt pack house, back for the summer, Canon typical violence Word Count: 10,392 Summary: “Oh come on, don’t wake him.” “Yeah Derek, I thought we all agreed to let him rest.” Stiles feels more than hears the growling response to Erica and Allison’s teasing. He frowns when the warm pillow under his head starts to move. “Ugghhh,” he groans – not whines, he definitely doesn’t whine, no sir-ee. “Oh come on Derek, look what you’ve done.” He feels another growl, this time it was more of a rumble underneath him, but the pillow did in fact stop moving. Slowly, Stiles blinks his eyes open to find his face squished up against black cotton. There was only one person in the pack who religiously wore black like any sort of color could poison them. Derek. He’d fallen asleep on Derek. “Oh my god.” He whisper-shouts. Or, the au where the Hale pack is back together in Beacon Hills for summer break after their freshman year of college and Stiles is hit with a truth spell that makes it impossible for him to shut up (even more than usual). Embarrassing hijinks ensue.
[Read on AO3]
Reblogging because Sterek!
Giving a facsist rapist felon fraud a 79th birthday parade that costs the taxpayers $92 million?
Christians will love the military theme. The fiscally conservative will say nothing. The taxed too much crowd will gladly waste the money.
This is the worst timeline.
Someone who betrays the country, the Constitution, and their oath gets nothing.
“When Clark falls down on the street, when he’s older and has a heart attack, and he’s on the ground, the first time we shot that, the dog doesn’t know that I’m acting, and the dog had just met me. I think it was the first thing we were shooting with the dog.
So, we’re doing this take, and I fall down to my knees and then onto the ground and I’m playing this scene, and the dog immediately ran up to me and started nudging my face. Because he was so worried about me, it was the sweetest thing ever.”
- Tyler on filming with Krypto during Supanova
