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[lethal-desires]

“I know he likes me. I just know it.”

The ol’ jock/nerd trope, but this time, an iron-willed nerd with a sharp tongue, and an utterly smitten soft jock who is head over heels for the former.

[stiliskishit]

I'm still waiting for someone to link me with this type of fic

[lethal-desires]

“I know he likes me. I just know it.”

The ol’ jock/nerd trope, but this time, an iron-willed nerd with a sharp tongue, and an utterly smitten soft jock who is head over heels for the former.

[stiliskishit]

one of my favorite aus in tw fanfiction is "time travel fix-it", i love read abt A character being fucked up but in the end he can finally have his happy ending

[darkisrising]

stetopher wip, by DarkIsRising

Was going through my folders and found this beginning to a Stetopher that I’d completely forgotten about. Don’t really remember where it was going and I left no notes behind. Whoops, lololol! Anyway…here, have a snippet of some kind of au future fic:

stetopher wip

Chris comes back to Beacon Hills in a rental car in the dead of night, slipping back into town like a bad habit. He pays for a motel room through the month even though he has no plans to stay that long. All he knows is he needs to visit Allison’s grave and sleep until either the jetlag fades or an idea hits him for what to do with his life since he did not–despite several near-fatal Yeti attacks and falling off the side of a mountain– actually die in the time he was away. His hunt through the Himalayas added some scars to his body and he’s down a finger and couple toes. But he’s more or less lost the death wish that had carried him so far away from California in the first place, so all in all he considers it all a wash.

Why he felt compelled to come back here of all places he couldn’t say, and once he’s within the town limits he’s too tired to question much of anything aside from why, if he paid for a non-smoking room, there are cigarette burns in the comforter and the ashy smell of Marlboros in the pillows. It doesn’t stop him from face planting into the bed, and it doesn’t stop him from sleeping through the morning and well into the afternoon. He may very well have slept into the next day, but there’s a knock on his door that doesn’t quit until he’s finally, blearily, swinging open the door.

Chris isn’t so out of it that he doesn’t have a gun pressed into the back of the door, just in case his visitor is more foe than friend, but he lets it drop when he recognizes the name on the deputy’s uniform even though he doesn’t fully recognize the face that’s grinning at him, bright and welcoming. “Mr. Argent! Hey there! I didn’t know you were coming back to Beacon Hills.”

His gun doesn’t drop so much as a millimeter, though he’s less inclined to use it when he realizes the man at his door is none other than Beacon Hills’ resident smartass Stiles Stilinksi, looking far older than he has any right to.

“Truth be told,” Chris says. “I didn’t know I was coming back myself until I was here.”

Stiles laughs, a rueful sound, and he’s saying “Yeah, we get that a lot around here lately,” even as he’s obeying Chris’ hand that’s waving him into the room so that they can take each other’s measure without the awkward motel room threshold between them.

Continuar lendo

[stiliskishit]

stiles loves his characteristics about being a were crown, he loves not needing a pack to live like his friended werewolves, he loves that his were-side is almost undetectable by other weres, he loves that his inner self has a nurturing nature, he loves that he has a photographic memory, but he absolutely hates the cons.

It's just one (in his point of view) but is the worst. Isn't like, losing control during full moons, os being changed in a lizard, but is pretty much like being a gps to find dead bodies, the only difference between him and Lydia is that he find the dead bodies before of them becoming, you know, corpses.

Stiles don't know why he is the magical creature, almost the only one, who can predict deaths so accurately, but he also can't interfere, or speak to anyone.

The only thing he can be is the crow landing by your side before misfortune happens.

Well, tales and legends always come from somewhere.

[radruby]

[stiliskishit]

*stiles hearing that and remembering Scott trying to kill him*: ouch

[blamethewolf]

Derek telling Stiles to stop calling him ‘Sour Wolf, dude or buddy’ and Stiles addresses him with Mr. Hale for a whole week. It makes Derek go insane. Because that shouldn’t be so hot.

[drgrlfriend]

Followup: Derek finally snaps and tells Stiles he can’t call him Mr. Hale anymore, and Stiles starts calling him “Alpha.” Derek spontaneously combusts.

[stiliskishit]

Derek: fucking stop calling me that!

stiles: and I'll call you what then?

Derek: maybe my name?

stiles: no I don't think I will baby.

Derek: ...

Derek: ... What? What did you just say?

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi I don’t see a tag for soft!derek, in my head it’s when things have calmed done in bacon hills and he’s allowed to sleep in/wear comfy sweaters/etc etc. do you know any fics like this? Where the poor man is allowed to have nice things? (Including stiles) ;)

I think I can find some.

Cat Got Your Tongue by sysrae

(6/6 I 18,243 I Explicit)

Derek is having a bad day and breaks down on a stranger's doorstep. Stiles is the stranger. He really doesn't mind. Also, there's a cat.

Written in the Stars by Quixoticity

(6/6 I 26,586 I Mature)

Derek Hale is a lucky guy. He's got a great family, good friends, and a fulfilling job as a tattoo artist.

He's also one of the twenty-five per cent of the population born with a soul mark.

He likes his life, but he's waiting for his soul-match. The odds of meeting them aren't great but hey, Derek's a lucky guy. He has faith.

He can't believe how good his luck really is when one day his soul-match wanders right into his studio, all long limbs and copper eyes. There's just one problem: Stiles is there to get his soul mark covered up. Permanently.

Trust me by madsmeetsmisha

(22/22 I 43,882 I Explicit)

Derek Hale needed a nanny for his kids. Someone who knew about werewolves, someone who was persistent enough not to throw in the sponge as soon as the kids wouldn't behave, someone trustworthy. Could a young, very talkative man like Stiles Stilinski be what Derek was looking for?

Oblivious by Sterekhaleyes

[stiliskishit]

man stiles not knowing how to handle a gun doesn't make any sense to me like, he is a cop kid, even worse he is the only son of the sheriff, and despite beacon hills being represented as a small town, there are so many crimes and murders, why didn't the sheriff teach him how to defend himself? he doesn't even know self defense...

[festival-of-pudding]

is there anything better as a writer than an AO3 message that someone went through all your fics in a fandom? “[person] left kudos on [story1]. [person] left kudos on [story2]. [person] left kudos on [story3].” GLORIOUS. like you actually read words I wrote and thought “hmm, yes good, I will continue” and then did so. magical. i saw some Youths out there afraid this is “stalking” but as an Old let me tell you au contraire, it is a rare sweet nectar that warms our ancient dead hearts 💖

[stiliskishit]

i've been in fandoms since my childhood and i really can't understand how people can live without liking anything in particular

[radio-chatter-deactivated202305]

FBI Agents Stilinski & Hale | sterek au’s

News agencies called him ‘the Crane Killer’ after the paper cranes left on his victims’ bodies. Agent Stilinski called him psychopath number thirty-two. 

[wordy-birdy-prompts]

"To be completely honest, I never thought I'd live this long. So I'm actually cool with however this thing turns out."

[stiliskishit]

Stiles can admit he was a little distracted when the pack was arguing about how to deal with fucking leprechauns.

He doesn't care sincerely, he has lived enough time to know that they are innocent and peaceful, they're not the ones stealing kids and teens out of their bed for rituals, but Scott mostly is arguing with everyone that they're the problem and Stiles doesn't have patience to this shit today. He loves Scott, he is an example of love, courage, honesty and everything good for Stiles, but sometimes the guy can be so fucking dense.

Stiles can see Lydia rolling her eyes across the room, Peter already vanished like a pro (the man seems to have much less patience than Stiles) and Chris is tired of Scott. They are the only ones who seem to have the power to educate Scott in one way or another, but no one seems to have the heart to do so that day.

Isaac unlike everyone who is just wanting to leave, is agreeing with everything the alpha is saying and, god, they are planning to kill the poor creatures. Scott, who never agrees to kill anything that is really dangerous.

Stiles sighs and takes his phone, searching for anything that can be distracting enough for him not to kill everyone. His day has been long, his father is getting more gray with all the rituals and missing children, his sleeping schedule is unregulated because of his classes and works and his last blood bag ended a day ago, so he's either going to have to steal more or find some volunteer donor.

He's hungry and whenever he's hungry Stiles ends up getting more impatient and more aggressive. Worse, it's not even a vampire problem, because before he was a vampire he was practically the same.

When his cell goes down he try to pay attention to what Scott is saying again and almost regret it.

“They are not peaceful!” his friend's voice is high and almost a growl “One of them cast me a spell last week and told me that if I stepped on his house again he would rip my foot off!"

“Fucking god Scott! I'd do the same if it was my house!” says Erica, probably tired of the discussion.

"If it was my house I would have ripped your feet off, so calm down and let's find the real thing that is killing the kids.” Cora says easily, sighing and glaring at the alpha with her judgemental eyebrows.

Stiles has yet to figure out how the Hales manage to do this.

“Yeah, according to what we found, the victims are being selected by age, one from each year and last week's was seventeen, this week they'll probably look for someone eighteen years old.” Lydia finally gets up from where she is, getting closer to the real discussion “They're selecting people of different genres each week too, so next time will be a male, eighteen years old and who knows about the supernatural.”

Then she stops and looks directly to him, with huge eyes and a worried expression.

"what?" he ask, hoping she wouldn't say what she was thinking.

"You fit what they're looking for for the next victim, we need to do something about that."

Stiles honestly doesn't care, he doesn't even think anything is capable of killing him, to say the truth.

"to be completely honest, I never thought I'd live this long" he jokes "So I'm actually cool with however this thing turns out".

Stiles smirks, and then he realizes how none of his friends believed it was actually a joke. Peter even has a frown on his face.

[stiliskishit]

I was bored and decided to do something

[stiliskishit]

lately I seem to only watch movies with gays, Genius looks a lot like two gays in love (max and Thomas) married to other people, for example.

[stiliskishit]

a gay vampire couple raising a vampire child man this is fucking cute and terrifying

[stiliskishit]

Stiles prompt #007

Stiles never claimed in his life that he was good or a bad person. Every single one of his friends knows that he doesn't care about the world or other people in general, he cares about the people he loves and that's it.

He's not Scott, who has a giant heart and likes second and third chances, he's also not Kate Argent, who is capable of charring an entire family without remorse, but everyone knows that, if needed, he is capable of the most scary thing for those who he loves.

So, when some crazy alpha invades the city and decides he's the best chewing toy around, Stiles doesn't expect his friends to turn their backs because of the blue glow his wolf's eyes give off.