Male. 30. Gay. Bearish. Proud Beta and Enforcer of the McDanno Werewolf Pack. My big four are featured here. Supernatural (Emphasis on Destiel). Teen Wolf (Emphasis on Sterek). Hawaii 5-0 (Emphasis on McDanno). MCU (Emphasis on Stucky). There will also be peeks at other fandoms including House, Brokeback Mountain and Warehouse13. As well as whatever whimsy suits my fancy.
So, as some of you might know, I currently work overnight shifts. 7pm till 7am. I have done so for the better part of a decade. This has, thankfully, afforded me extra free time to write as once the cleaning is done I have several hours of "downtime".
However, starting Monday, (The 20th), that will no longer be the case. Due to health issues with my mother, (whom lives with me), I'll be switching to day shift, 7am until 7pm.
I don't yet know how this will affect my writing/freedom to write. I am hoping that I can make adjustments and still be able to work on both my Fanfiction and my Original Fiction. However there is a reason my original pen-name was NightOwl, I've always done my best work/writing after dark. I dunno why.
I still plan to be active on tumblr, I can use the mobile app and what not, but my already slow writing/post habits are likely to take a further down turn. It is possible that they stop all together.
I suppose that it is equally possible that I'll be able to write more/more frequently. I just don't think history is on my side.
If you have questions feel free to DM me as I don't enjoy airing my personal issues in public lol.
Sleep did not come easy but he kept occupied by listening to the sound of Stiles’ breathing, noticing that he had not fallen asleep either. After what felt like hours, Stiles rolled over to face Derek. He was clearly frustrated about not being able to go to sleep and he grumbled, pouting at Derek, “’m cold.”
“What do you want, Stiles? Another blanket?” Derek asked, knowing what Stiles was implicitly asking for but needing to hear the words. But Stiles just shook his head, sticking his bottom lip out more. Derek wanted to bite it. “A sweater?” Stiles shook his head again. “Hmm, fuzzy socks?” Stiles whined and Derek chuckled, “Need to use your words, Stiles. Gotta tell me what you want.”
“Hug?” Stiles asked, timidly holding his arms out.
Derek wasted no time in pulling Stiles closer, one arm under his neck and the other grabbing his waist in a possessive hold. “This okay?” Derek inhaled as he looked at his huge hand covering half of Stiles’ waist, wanting to see if his fingers would touch if he bracketed his waist with both hands.
Stiles nodded and tucked his arms against Derek’s chest.
or, Stiles and Derek love each very much and take care of each other.
Naga gonna give you up by @definitivelydrivel (17k T)
Well, it finally happened. Stiles is a shifter, but he's not a wolf.
Now Scott thinks he's a weasel, weird snakes after the pack, and he's pretty sure his nose is telling him that Derek might actually be an ok guy once you get past the whole 'resting murder face' thing.
But hey, that's just because someone's listening for once, right?
My Dogtor Thinks I'm Dying by brsfic (45k E)
Stiles doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with him, except maybe chronic over-caffeination. But his dad’s retired K-9, Bandit, disagrees. According to TikTok, that means cancer. Or seizures. Or secret pregnancy. Cue Stiles in an exam room, shirt off, face burning, while Derek Hale—yes, that Derek Hale, his long-forgotten high school crush turned absurdly hot doctor—takes his medical history like it’s no big deal. It’s fine. Totally fine. Not a meet-cute. Definitely not.
The Loquacious Fingers by brsfic (47k E)
Derek Hale didn’t expect getting lost in his own neighborhood to change anything—until the night he frightened a stranger in a dark alley without meaning to. Stiles Stilinski is deaf, skittish, stubborn, all sharp eyes and quiet panic, a notebook clutched to his chest, and a silence Derek doesn’t understand until much later. Soon Stiles is stepping into Derek’s messy loft, borrowing his books, drinking his tea, and filling Derek’s quiet spaces with the warm, steady presence Derek didn’t know he needed.
Things begin to get tricky when Derek realizes that his erotic stories more and more star Stiles instead of the usual sexy female heroine. But everything's under control until one day, Stiles is curled on Derek’s couch reading the manuscript he never intended anyone to see. Derek isn’t sure what terrifies him more: getting lost in the dark with no one to help him or Stiles recognizing the pieces of himself hidden in the pages.
Cupboard Love by mklutz (32k G)
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.
If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
slow it down, slow it down by ferretbueller @fullshiftderek (12k E)
"Stiles got Covid, dude. Tested positive last night. He was supposed to fly in this morning." Scott shook his head in pity; then his expression turned a little sheepish. "He was gonna stay with us until Kira got back and help take care of the little man. Sucks for him, and for us a little too I guess."
Derek set Kenji down on the counter to fuss with the buttons of his shirt. "So Stiles is stuck in Chicago for Christmas," he said slowly. "Alone."
The Night We Met by TW_Queen (Queen_Whovian) @somewhatcontainedqueen (44k T)
Stiles blinked. He realized, abruptly, that his right hand was pressed against the man’s chest. The fluttering heartbeat was getting stronger with each passing moment. Stiles swallowed, “Are you— What do you… Are you saying he’s my… soulmate?”
The woman tilted her head again, looking pensive. She nodded, “He is yours.”His. Yours. Mine. Stiles swallowed, feeling sick all over again.
One night is enough to change your life. When hunters corner Derek in the Preserve and a mysterious force brings a Spark to his side, he finds it changes more than he'd care for.
The White Hart of Winter by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (65k E)
Sent to marry the Hale Beast Stiles finds himself alone in a castle left to ruin and watched over by Kate Argent, who he thinks is sleeping with his new husband and seems determined to destroy him.
The Ritual by @carmillah (42k E)
“The mating ritual has commenced. The human now belongs to the Hale pack.”“I have a name,” Stiles mumbled.“What is it?”The voice was rough, as if biting into the delicate skin of Stiles’ throat had taken concerted effort. Stiles’ eyes flitted open, looking at his Werewolf-husband for the first time.“Oh, my God,” Stiles groaned. “You’re hot.”
When Stiles is caught breaking ancient Pack law, he’s given two choices: be killed or become mate to some Werewolf he’s never met before.
He chooses what he hopes will be the less lethal of the two options.
Thank you to the authors I really enjoyed all these fics! <333
the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
Hello! Ive been on a fantasy movie craze lately so I was wondering if you have any good sterek fics with a fantasy setting or in a fantasy world, maybe some similar to Avatar (the movies), Thank you!
Hi! sorry for taking so long to reply
The Devil in the Next Room by Gia279
Derek is on the run from officers of the temple he used to serve when he finds a sick, delirious witch cornered by palace officers.
With so many witches dead or imprisoned due to the outlawing and criminalization of magic, he can't just leave him--even if he risks his own freedom.
Along the way, he discovers that even dying from fever, his new friend is powerful and could be just what he needs to save himself, the remains of his pack, and maybe the whole kingdom.
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Lydia Martin has been living as a human apothecary for the last three years--ever since Derek Hale saved her life. When he shows up on her doorstep with a sick, dying witch, she can't turn him away, even if it means sacrificing the life she's built for herself.
Solace to the Soul by sockpuppetstrings
Solace to the heart, solace to the soul, solace to the bones that feed the loam.
In the aftermath of his mother’s death, a young Stiles concocts a plan to bring her back from the grave. All that’s required is that he cleanse her spirit, sacrifice a small animal, and then bind her to the plane of the living. It should’ve been easy. But things go awry when he meets the dying god of Beacon Hills Forest. Someone has already made a sacrifice on the Nemeton’s rings and Stiles’ improvised ritual ends up with him soulbound to a mysterious Wolfkind boy.
Flashforward eight years, and his father disappears during one of his courier assignments. Worried that he may be hurt or worse, Stiles embarks on a journey to find him and crosses paths with Derek Hale, a Wolfkind alpha who knows more than he’s telling and has eyes that are remarkably familiar…
Unveiled by Dexterous_Sinistrous
Stiles’ hands were shaking as he took a handful of his veil, though he wished he could act bravely and just tear the material off. He slowly began to lift the veil, his heartbeat racing as he continued to look at the Alpha through the material.
'There isn’t another way', Stiles reassured himself.
His veil felt heavier than it should as he lifted it over his chin.
Calloused hands grasped Stiles’ wrists in a tight hold.
Stiles was startled, his actions halted. His veil was hanging just below his lips as he observed the Alpha.
~*~
Or, can love blossom while hidden by a veil?
The Light in the Woods by DiscontentedWinter
To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.
Secret hoard by Nival_Vixen
Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles' friends know what his hoard is, and they're all worried that he doesn't have one.
In the village below the dragons' mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn't expect one to fall from the sky.
bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion
They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.
Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters.
(In which there's an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)
Don't You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural
Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.He just didn’t have the tan.(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)
Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane
Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.
An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.
The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan
“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.
“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.
“What? No,” Derek growled.
“Was he hot?”
“No! He just—“
He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.
Every Moment of the Night by aurevell
When he was younger, Derek’s mother taught him about the fae and their penchant for mischief. So when he meets one in the woods many years later, he steels himself for a trick. As it turns out, though, Stiles isn’t quite what he expected—and avoiding his spell may be much harder than it seems.
Etheria by FlamingBlueEyes
Stiles had been accepted to be an engineer on the prestigious space ship Beacon. However, when a Hunter attack leaves the ship in pieces, Stiles is forced to evacuate. He and the first commanding officer, Derek Hale, get stranded on an alien planet. While waiting for rescue the two must figure out how to survive while unraveling the mysteries of the planet.
Ultra Violet by ElisAttack
"There's no way he's a quarian. Least of all the quarian prince we're supposed to be escorting." Erica whines, and Derek wonders why he named her his staff lieutenant, she has no tact whatsoever.
"I'm sorry, but you must be a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic back-story." The prince jokes. "And call me Stiles, even I can't pronounce my actual name."
Or the one where Derek and his crew are assigned to be the glorified babysitter of an alien prince, and everything is not as it seems.
Like Thunder, Like Fire, Like Tenderness and Desire by crossroadswrite
Not that Derek has a business, especially not with Stiles because- because that’s not something that would happen. Ever. Stiles is annoying and loud and he does this thing with his wings where they just never stay still and-
“Derek! My favorite librarian,” Stiles greets with a grin and a half, approaching the circular desk. His messenger bag slips precariously down his shoulder and he contorts his wing, catching the strap with his wing thumb and setting it back into place.
Derek looks away, typing gibberish into his laptop to seem like he’s busy.
It’s not like he cares how skilled Stiles’ wings look. It’s not like he cares how broad and strong looking they are, how utterly breathtaking they are with their night sky blue primary and their thunder pattern of bright incandescent white, like lightning got caught in them.
The Third Sacrifice by aurevell
Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.
If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.
Constellations by thedaughterofkings
Building relations with an alien race was always going to be difficult enough anyways. But when he meets Stiles, Derek finds himself with a rather more personal incentive to 'make nice with the aliens'.
Now they only need to figure out their translation issues.
Unquiet Wanderer by Bliz, wanderingeyre
It’s there to the west, but every time Stiles tries to concentrate in that direction as he breathes and reaches out to the energies around him, it slips from his mind’s eye like a shadow in the sun. The first time, he dismisses it as a trick of his mind. The second time he thinks that perhaps he doesn’t have the skills to reach his mind that far. The third time, the awareness stops and turns to him, heavy and oily thick. Stiles comes out of that meditative trance wet with sweat and choked by fear. The acrid taste of malevolence and minerals stays on his tongue for hours.
After The War Was Won by willowswhiten
The war is over, and King Scott of Beacon has summoned his noblemen to court. Amongst them is Derek, Alpha Duke of Hale, a young man whose ferocity and heroism have made him a household name, even beginning to change the public's perception of wolf-shifters. After all, Derek and his pack are widely considered to have turned the tides of the war in Beacon's favour.
Omega Prince Stiles' war has been a bloody one, though he never saw a moment's conflict. As a noble omega, his life should have been champagne and gossip, but instead he somehow persuaded his brother to let him use his magick and work as a healer in the court's emergency hospital.
With the final battle in such close memory, can either trust in what fate has planned?
House of the Howling Wolves by owiil (rlnerdgirl)
When crown prince Derek Hale of the kingdom of Triskelle finds himself unexpectedly holding the life-debt of a Twillian fae, he and his sister see an opportunity to save their dying kingdom.
Now, as Derek travels north into the Twill, he must put faith in his Twillian guide, Stiles, to keep him safe as they journey through a mystical land of magic and danger.
As their journey continues, Derek finds himself drawn to his companion and left struggling to consider what will become of them once debts are paid and the Kingdom of Triskelle stands strong once again.
Never venture into the Twill,
for in the heart of those lands you will
find only magic and the strange.
A place where bones shift and forms change,
as man turns to wolf and the moon holds sway
over minds and hearts led astray.
Heed this warning, this solemn call,
lest the Twillian magics you shall befall.
Love Me Tinder by andavs
To save the kingdom from a curse of unending winter, Derek is sent by his king to retrieve the mythical Firebird of legend—who turns out to be less of a mythical creature and more of a probable criminal who has no interest in being retrieved by anyone for anything.
A Wingbeat of Moonlight by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle
Derek's mother had always told him to beware of that which walked through the trees. The creatures that walked between ths world and others. He had always listened. Then, he happened to meet Stiles one night. Ever since then, things never really seemed to calm down.
until the sun comes up by dumpac
According to the poems, the average Wielbarkian is taller than seven feet, as large as two barrels of beer, and their eyes are as cold as ice. If that's the portrait of a random man, Derek can't imagine the portrait of a royal family member. Of his fiancé.
Prince Derek is engaged to an ugly barbarian. Or is he?
Guide Me Through The Storm by Nerdy_fangirl_57
Stiles wasn't afraid to say the forest was more of a home to him that the village grounds his tribe lived on. Ever since he was a child he'd always been pulled by the forest and over the years the pull had only become stronger and more insistent. However, it wasn't until he stumbled upon a naked man near a creek that he started to understand what the meaning behind the pull was.
In The Forest, Dark And Deep by Welsh_Woman
The woods have been Stiles' home for all his life, so when something Dark starts to creep in, it's obvious that his world is going to change...
In more ways than one.
Aquamarine by Hedwig221b
The nymph was the best prey Derek had ever had — evading him at every turn, yet teasing within reach. Here, in the middle of the lake, between crumbling ruins of the naiad’s temple, with Stiles pressed against him, Derek could taste the life again. He was as close to peace as it got. If only he could satisfy the heat in his lower parts, to turn his head and seal his lips against Stiles’ smile, to sink into him and make love, long and sweet, all night ‘till morning… If he could wake each day to Stiles lying next to him, maybe, then his soul would settle.
But now, even while breathing the same air, Derek did not have him at all.
Still, he kept coming. Fixing things, bringing things, pulling Stiles close until he stopped resisting. All creatures yearned for warmth, and Stiles, with his transparent clothes clinging to his slender, wet body was not an exception.
your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones) by Hedwig221b
This was it, then, huh? It was that easy for Derek to invite someone to his den. Someone other than Stiles.
He healed the wolf. Stiles killed his tormentor, mended his blood and bones, and let him sleep beside him. But none of it was enough.
He wasn’t a spark, after all, but a witch — evil and alone, locked up in his tower.
Witches didn’t get happy endings.
this best thing about this is the meme format conditions you to expect a follow up statement and it’s absence contributes to a sense of stillness, simulating the experience of just sitting in your truck
um actually there's nothing wrong with letting cats be outdoor pets. your cat is depressed locked inside forever. it's animal abuse. let it outside. more cats should be let outside more often. especially overnight.
