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hey guys could you update the abused derek tag? it's been a year. thanks!!

uhhh?

carry you home by pineneedlepants (4/5 | 36,283 | R)

Making sure his exits are still open, Stiles pushes through the crowd. He sees men in full black gear entering, plainly sweeping over the people, sharp eyes searching. He can see a concealed weapon from a mile away, and these men are packing a bunch of them.

Hunters.

Stiles takes his Mets cap off his head as he makes his way through the thick flock of people, and slaps the cap on top of the black tuft of hair, making the magazine drop instantly, familiar blue eyes flashing for a millisecond.

‘’Derek,’’ Stiles grits out, because of course it’s Derek. Who else has the shittiest luck in the whole wide world, to be clad half naked in a harsh, bitter winter, chased by men with guns? He strips his own jacket off before the wolf can answer, and Jesus, does his torn body look fucking awful.

He needs to get Derek out of there and fast.

Lemonade by icantdecideonanamern (6/? | 17,932 | PG13)

A Sterek fic based on the album “Lemonade” by Beyonce that nobody asked for in which Derek cheats and Stiles goes through an emotional rollercoaster.

theofficialstereklibrary

Hiya, just wondering if you'd be able to update the mafia tag? It says it was last updated seven months ago! thanks! :)

oops now 11 months im sorry friend!!

My Hands are Tied by MischiefWolf (1/? | 9,052 | R)

Stiles Stilinski always seemed to get into trouble. He attracted trouble like some sort of freaking magnet. The problem always seemed to originate from Stiles’ mouth. he was opinionated, sarcastic, and didn’t exactly have a filter to stop his thoughts from escaping. And sure it had gotten the Omega into some much deserved troubling situations in the past. And maybe he really needed to work on it.

But honestly, he had no idea how he landed in this situation, kidnapped by one of the most notorious crime families in all of North America. He didn’t remember saying something to piss off one of the world’s deadliest mobsters. But if he had to take a guess… his mouth was probably what got him in this mess, too. How was he going to get out of it?

*I know it doesn’t seem like it, but Sterek is the end-game*

All I want is… by Captaindick (6/? | 27,323 | R)

Derek’s heart was racing. He could still turn back, let Isaac out, let the op run as planned watching from the sidelines. But he also knew that there was no way he could do that. Knew it from the moment chief Finstock denied his request to be the one sent undercover.

He had to do it this way. It was his right to be on this case. And if Finstock decided to demote him to mopping floors for the rest of his career, heck, even if he got fired with dishonor, it’d be worth it, as long as he got John Stilinski behind bars.

Stiles is a son of a crimelord, Derek is a cop sent undercover to get close to him.

More tags will be added as the story progresses.

Payment by Kca1516 (11/? | 30,055 | NC17)

He was beautiful.His demeanor demanded respect.His visible scars showed he was a force to be reckoned with.Power rolled off him in waves, and his confident expression left no room for doubt.But the most beautiful thing about this man was his eyes.His hazel eyes had Stiles catching his breath, forgetting how to speak. Though they were filled with anger it wasn’t directed at him, but at the man, Peter. Even he was smart enough to respect this man.

“Alpha,” Peter said.~~~~~~~~~~

Stiles is used as payment when his father doesn’t have enough money to pay off his debt to mafia leader Derek Hale

Fly By Night by ilokheimsins (1/1 | 7,785 | PG13)

Derek is essentially a glorified bouncer for the McCall mafia, or he would be if the rest of these assholes didn’t also have supernatural powers.

theofficialstereklibrary

i was wondering if you could update the bottom derek tag please? (:

fuck me up!!

Taking Time to Relax by AJenno (1/1 | 2,939 | NC17)

Derek and Stiles deserve some time off and take it, enjoying the time they spend together. (I really suck at summaries)

Coach Stiles by DirtyKnots (1/1 | 3,274 | NC17)

Kinktober2017 - Day 17

Blood/Gore | Costume | Massage

Stiles shouldn’t be doing this, any of this. Shouldn’t feel like this about a student. But he does.

Untold Tales of Pornography and Whoredom: The End Sometimes Justify His Means by mythicalinker (1/? | 8,598 | NC17)

Stiles knew that something was not right. He knew that Derek was broke since the Hale’s trust fund was already gone and the income from his job as a deputy was not much so it was a mystery to him on how the guy can still pay his medical bills. He knew that Derek is destructively unselfish hell-bent to sacrifice everything especially for the sake of his loved ones; it was still a shocker though to find out that his mate will be fucked live at a pornsite for the very first time.

theofficialstereklibrary

hi! love your blog and all you do! i was wondering if you could update the spark stiles tag?

sure thing friend!

Find Him by Novkat21 (1/1 | 1,483 | PG13)

It’s just another day for the pack. Just another kidnapping of Derek. Except it wasn’t. So why was Stiles the only one taking this so seriously?They all thought he was overreacting, but he knew he wasn’t. This was his mate. Perhaps they all just forgot. Nonetheless, he was going to find Derek, no matter what.

Familiar to Unfamiliar but Always Bound by Akinasky (1/1 | 10,075 | PG13)

Stiles is sent to find the Nemeton and instead he finds a big black wolf, working under the assumption that the wolf is his Familiar, Stiles chooses to try a little magic.

And it goes differently than he ever imagined.

god knows I am dissonance by scepticallyopenminded (1/1 | 24,239 | NC17)

Stiles has zero regrets – zero, absolutely none – about leaving Beacon Hills after he graduates from Stanford. He knows his dad is good, has friends, has the force, has Melissa, and knows that even if he and Mel weren’t dating, that Scott has the sheriff’s back, will take care of him, keep him safe.

He knows Lydia has no regrets, either, and the two of them hop a plane less than a week after the graduation ceremony, two full weeks before their lease in Menlo Park is even up. They pack up a U-Haul, go back to Beacon Hills for two nights, and then they’re off to LAX, three suitcases and two carry-ons between the both of them.

Commit to Memory by skeleteen (1/1 | 3,529 | NR)

5 times Stiles can’t remember the people in the woods and 1 time he can.

Or: the Hale’s live in a secretive society beyond the woods that is a sanctuary for the supernatural. Stiles is raised in the Argent village, where he watches his mother be persecuted for practicing magic. He finds himself drawn to the woods in many stages of his life, where he meets Derek, again, and again, and again.

theofficialstereklibrary

Can we get a stiles cooks/stiles bakes tag update plz?? Thanks!

sure!

Falling and Falling (To Capture Every Moment With You) by Nier (1/1 | 1,159 | PG13)

“Is this why you haven’t answered my texts? Were you just planning to sit here and stare into the sky?“

“Ah, yes. That was my master plan all along,” Derek wiggles an eyebrow. “Wanna join me?”

Formerly Fiasco’s by canadianliverfailure (1/1 | 10,471 | NC17)

Stiles owns a successful restaurant and is being sued, because he never filed for ownership of the name. He hires Derek Hale of Hale & Hale Law to take his case.

Chrysanthemum by AsagiStilinski (1/1 | 4,568 | G)

At the Sheriff’s annual cook-out, his son and his newest deputy are both somewhat alone, Stiles is lamenting over some vague heartbreak from the night before and Derek was as much of a social butterfly as… well.. a moth, luckily for him they end up finding eachother- meaning neither of them will be any the wiser to him stealing an extra strip of bacon

apparecium by bleep0bleep (9/9 | 19,897 | PG13)

Derek is an Auror investigating a cult that hangs out at this new restaurant in Diagon Alley, Roscoe’s, when he runs into someone he thought he’d never see again.

Will he be able to stop a rising threat to the wizarding world– and more importantly, will he be able to make amends with the one who got away?

Sacrifice by Nival_Vixen (16/? | 66,683 | NC17)

There are werewolves in the world. They are regarded as nothing but barbaric animals who require a yearly sacrifice to keep them at bay. In Beacon Hills, the Argents select a sacrifice every year, and Kate Argent has been eyeing Stiles off for the past three years, but his status as the Sheriff’s son has saved him each time. Four days after his father’s death, Stiles is selected as the town’s sacrifice.

He’s taken in by the Hales and learns all about werewolves - including the fact that he’s now Derek’s mate. They have to work things out together, which could prove difficult when Stiles can’t actually leave the Hale house on his own yet. Then a war starts, one that has been boiling under the surface for years, unknown but to a select few. When Stiles gets caught up in this war, he’s pitted against Scott, his former best friend who has become one of the Argent’s best hunters.

In between all of this, Stiles has to choose between staying a human or becoming a wolf.

swingsetindecember

WHERE IS THE FIC WHERE STILES CALLS TECH SUPPORT ON HIS FIRST DAY BUT GETS THE MAINLINE FOR JUNIOR VP DEREK HALE AND DEREK JUST IS HELPFUL

AND STILES JUST CALLS BACK

WHENEVER

HE CAN’T PRINT OR WHATEVS. SO DEREK IS LOADING PAPER DOWN ON THE 28TH FLOOR WHEN HE SHOULD BE ON 49TH IN A MEETING WITH HIS SISTERS

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“Anyway, you can just tell this company is being grossly mismanaged,” Stiles tells Derek around the Twizzler he just shoved into his mouth.

“I agree,” Derek says, head buried in the side panel of the malfunctioning copier.

“Resources are clearly available,” Stiles continues, sounding like he’s pacing back and forth near Derek’s feet; “but they aren’t being utilized fully!”

“Mmhmm.” Derek smiles to himself. “I hear the Vice President never even went to business school. He even skips out on the budget meetings, most days.”

“What a hack,” Stiles sighs. “Hey, do you want some candy? What am I saying, look at you. Of course you don’t eat candy.”

Derek is grateful that there’s a plastic panel hiding his overheating face. “I prefer the grape ones, actually, but sure.”

“Eugh, gross.” Stiles has to crouch down next to him to give him the candy, pressing right into his side. “Like, for example: okay, you’re clearly really smart, I can tell. Despite your seriously gross taste in Twizzlers. They’re wasting you in this position.”

Derek coughs, trying to focus on locating the paper jam. It’s been so long since someone said anything like that to him that he can’t actually tell if Stiles is being sarcastic or not.

"Thank you?” he tries, after a too-long pause.

“Anytime,” Stiles says, palm warm between Derek’s shoulder blades. “Although, in a strictly literal sense, I have to admit that this position really works for you.”

Derek hits his head on the paper tray.

bleep0bleep

Derek isn’t sure why he let this charade go on for over three weeks, it’s just that whenever Stiles ends up calling his line he can’t help but talk to him; it isn’t actually too difficult to Google whatever problem Stiles is having with his computer or whatever, and it actually usually is something really lame, like "how do I take a screenshot” and “I got disconnected to the main server again,” which honestly happens to everyone, you just have to kick your router a little bit. And it’s more entertaining than budget meetings, that’s for sure.

It’s just that he really likes his conversations with Stiles. A lot. Okay, maybe he just likes Stiles.

So Derek is surprised one morning when he’s finally decided he should just go ahead and ask Stiles out one of these days when he doesn’t get a call. Stiles usually calls in once or twice by noon at least, even if it’s just to complain about the coffee in the breakroom.

When Derek walks by Stiles’ desk and finds it empty, not just of Stiles, but in fact all his personal belongings have been swept into a cardboard box. Horrified, Derek raps on the cubicle next to him. “Hey, do you know where Stiles is?"

The guy, A. Greenberg by his nameplate, just shrugs. "Stiles came into work as usual and then he was flipping through the company phonelist, started freaking out about something and just packed everything up. He said he was going to HR."

Derek dashes towards the elevator, making it to the ninth floor where Human Resources is just in time. He barges in office after office, making quick apologies, and finally finds Stiles with an exasperated and bored looking Erica Reyes.

"You can’t file a sexual harassment claim against yourself, Mr. Stilinski,” she’s saying. “Ah, hello, Mr. Hale,” she says when she sees Derek at the door.

Stiles turns, face flushing red. “Ah– I am so sorry Der– I mean, Mr. Hale, I really didn’t know, I mean, this morning all my phone presets were gone so I had to reprogram everything, and then when I called IT and asked for Derek’s line, they said they didn’t have a Derek, and then when I looked through the phonelist, I realized the only Derek was–"

"It’s fine,” Derek says. “Erica, can you just forget this–"

"Sure,” she says, grinning at him.

“Stiles–” Derek pulls him into the hallway. “Were you seriously trying to fire yourself for flirting with me?"

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the energy this has is immense and horrifying

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🐸

jigglyturk

If a guy sends me this via grindr I’m honestly going on a date with them

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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.

[Image source] More Sterek ficlets and pornlets on tumblr and AO3.

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Update a tag of your choice ? (:

this is too much pressure (here are some mythology fics)

Beloved by the_problem_with_stardust (1/1 | 1,752 | PG13)

A Sterek take on the Sacred Band of Thebes.

Better Fortunes by SmallBirds (1/1 | 39,627 | NC17)

When a group of sinister men attempt to kidnap Stiles Stilinski from the Brooklyn apartment he shares with his stepsister, Lydia, Stiles is forced to activate a spell that translocates him to where he’ll be safest.Derek Hale isn’t sure what to do about the soaking wet young man he finds wandering down a Beacon County roadside during the middle of a thunderstorm, but he feels compelled to help him. There’s something about Stiles that Derek finds fascinating, and before long the two become embroiled in each other’s lives.Despite the threat to his life and the sudden upheaval of everything he’s ever known, Stiles is having a hard time feeling too upset about that.

Gnashing Teeth and Criminal Tongues (conspire against the odds) by LadySlytherin (1/1 | 14,269 | R)

When Stiles mouths off to the wrong set of witches, he finds himself unable to control his tongue around a certain alpha werewolf. As Stiles struggles with the lesson the witches want him to learn, he knows it’s only a matter of time until the truth comes out. It always does.

Twins of the Hunt by stilesinwonderland (itsabravenewworld) (1/1 | 3,222 | PG13)

The story of Stiles upbringing, as the God of the Sun, with his sister Allison, Goddess of the Hunt.

In which Stiles and Allison are Apollo and Artemis, and Derek is Python.

jesperfahey

no homo by remainnameless

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies.

userachel

What really happened

allthetylertalk-blog

This is it. This is my favourite.

stiles-and-the-sourwolf

The final chapter of Home is here.

yourlovelyalpha-deactivated2018

(‘On the Way to Somewhere’ - Piano Chill Mix ) is hands down the best chill mix that goes along so well to this last chapter. I can’t begin to explain to you all how beautiful this last chapter was. I’m so proud of this precious soul. <3

theofficialstereklibrary

Is the college au available for update? I can't see the date on mobile. Thanks for your work.

sure is

Gran Knows Best by smokesforsterek (1/1 | 2,889 | G)

“Derek Hale, when are you going to ask that nice young man to marry you?” Grandma Hale asks from her spot on the porch, overlooking the backyard.“We’ve only been dating for 6 years,” Derek huffs out a breath, a small smile appears on his face.“‘Only'” she says trying mimic him, “like 6 years is two weeks. If he was a woman he would be begging for a ring at this point,” she jokes.

or the one where Gran and Laura knock some sense into Derek about finally asking Stiles to marry him.

not really casual by bibliosexual (1/1 | 2,714 | PG13)

He might be down for casual stuff, theoretically—in fact, he kind of expected he would be, and he’d even started down that path by making out with a random girl during orientation and then a different random girl later that same night at the freshman bonfire—except that then he walked into Biology on the first day of classes and there was Derek, and suddenly no one else looked half as interesting.

What’s Left of Me by Takentothenext (1/1 | 3,632 | R)

Derek was the bold one who struck out into his new life without hestitation. Stiles had been the emotional one; uncertain and a little broken. How was it then, that Derek had become the one pining for what he couldn’t have?

New Jeans by jesslikeschub (2/2 | 10,343 | R)

Stiles is a broke college student who likes to party and eat garbage. So he’s getting chubby. And there’s a certain stud of a lacrosse player who doesn’t mind a bit.

A Comprehensive Study in Getting a Boyfriend via Persuasive Essay-Writing by Luddleston (1/1 | 14,591 | NC17)

Stiles is a junior Journalism major who takes Rhetorical Strategies because it covers his English requirement. He’s also trying to be subtle about the way he keeps checking out his professor.

Derek is a grad student teaching his first class ever. He also has the most annoying student on the face of the planet, and is done reading essays about the history of male circumcision.

Flirty e-mails are exchanged, Stiles spends way too much time in Derek’s office, and they fall in love over a mutual hatred for APA formatting.

Less Than Average by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 2,768 | NC17)

Derek feels insecure about a certain…personal attribute.

Please Go Slowly by brokenpromisesandhope (1/1 | 4,293 | R)

Stiles and his boyfriend Derek are going to school 1300 miles apart, that’s scary.

Falling in Hurt by FangirlWolfie (1/1 | 13,935 | NC17)

Derek was a bit broken, not pieced together right.

Stiles was everything Derek wasn’t. Alive, vibrant, social, popular.

He was also cold eyes, soft moans and long fingers.

Derek had known he should stay far away from Stiles Stilinski.

theofficialstereklibrary

Hey guys! I can't se the last time it was updated but.... can we get some musician stiles or derek fics pls?

derek:

ships passing in the night by bibliosexual (1/1 | 1,410 | PG13)

Stiles can’t say he blames Derek for quitting. Hell, this is basically the best thing to ever happen to Derek, Stiles knows that, and it’s awesome. They’d talked about their dreams, and Derek had always said he’d love to be a musician. Now his single has climbed to number eight on Billboard’s Hot 100 and his face is at the top of Stiles’ news feed every day for a week, and Stiles wouldn’t take that away from him for anything.

BUT. Just because Derek gets his dream job doesn’t mean he can just—just leave and never contact Stiles again.

Only, that’s exactly what he does.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (12/31 | 53,419 | R)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Long Legs and Beard Burn by weirdwednesday (1/1 | 1,266 | PG13)

Derek is the lead singer of the Lone Wolves rock band, after their concert they go to a nearby bar to celebrate.

Stiles is dragged to a bar after the Lone Wolves concert because all of his friends are dumbasses who think they can score with actual rock stars. Stiles is proved wrong.

stiles&derek:

Taking a Chance by Inell (1/1 | 4,416 | PG13)

Since becoming famous, Stiles has focused on his music: writing songs and touring with his band, The Foxes. That changes when he runs into his childhood crush, Derek Hale, who also happens to be a founding member of Halestorm, the best band in the world, according to Stiles.

Snatches of Sound by bleep0bleep, rosepetals42 (5/5 | 26,105 | NC17)

Derek looks up to meet Stiles’ eyes, expecting to see a challenging smirk, some sort of derisive mocking expression, but Stiles just blinks at him, quirks his lips a little in a small smile, and Derek smiles back, just a little, and maybe this collaboration isn’t going to be so bad, after all.

In which Stiles and Derek are rival musicians who, somehow, through no fault of their own, are forced to work together.

theofficialstereklibrary

Can y'all update the cops tag? Derek and/or Stiles?? Thanks for all the hard work!!

here’s some derek :)))

Finally by lightsfillthesky (1/1 | 1,205 | G)

He finally had what he has always dreamed of, the fairytale his mother would tell him as a bedtime story finally happened, he found his mate, his soul mate.

Burnin’ Love by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 1,185 | NC17)

Stiles is trapped in a burning building and Derek has to face his fears in order to save the love of his life.

Stiles Stilinski: Actual Disney Princess by LadySlytherin (1/1 | 20,233 | R)

Halloween + Drag queen friends = Crossdressing!Stiles fic! Throw in a miscast spell that has woodland creatures and our resident weres trailing behind Stiles a-la-fairytale-logic and you’ve got a recipe for disaster…and love.

Lick Me Like You by milkysterek (1/1 | 1,397 | NC17)

The Sheriff was only a room away, visible through the open window that looked out over the pen whilst his only son deepthroated Derek from under a desk. If Derek wasn’t going to hell before, he sure was now.

the wilderness gave it to me by ceserabeau (1/1 | 6,940 | R)

When Stiles pictured Derek’s return to Beacon Hills, he never imagined this: late night in the cereal aisle at the grocery store, Stiles in sweatpants and a shirt long overdue a wash, glancing left from the Captain Crunch and Lucky Charms to find Derek Hale, four feet away, pulling a box of muesli off the shelf.

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