Hi! Itâs me again, as always thank u so much for the hard work! Your blog is permanently open on my computer <3 I was wondering if you could send some recommendations about possessive Derek? Sterek only if possible? Thank you so much again â¤ď¸đĽš
I do, @mjisdumb!
A Heart for a Heart by LazyyBabyy
(1/1 I 1,144 I Mature)
"Derek Hale, you're under arrest forâŚ"
Derek stops listening, pulling away from Stiles enough to be able to reach into his pocket. Stiles tries to stay close, but he's so deliciously weak by comparison.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay." Derek whispers, his words meant just for them. "Just listen to me, yeah? Be good and listen."
[Derek's proposal to Stiles goes exactly as planned, even down to getting arrested.]
Unhealthy but Needed by DaoOfGay
(1/? I 2,331 I Explicit)
After the Hale Fire that took the life of his uncle and his father, Derek leaves Beacon Hills to go to college. Years later, he returns and the very first thing he finds an unclaimed Mate. He has learned a lot from his uncle, and he'll put those skills to practice on a teen who smells like he is one week away from suicide.
He was almost too late.
Mirror, Mirror by happyevraftr
(1/1 I 5,013 I Explicit)
Established relationship. After someone flirts with Stiles, Derek needs to show him who he belongs to by fucking him in a room full of mirrors so he can see himself stretched open. Bonus points if Derek forces Stiles to watch as his hole is stretched to accommodate Derek's knot
Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8
(8/8 I 30,329 I Explicit)
Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
Pale Horses by Jana_C
(15/15 I 56,071 I Explicit)
Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.
Waiting by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(2/2 I 81,018 I Teen)
Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derekâs mouth.
âNot too close, he bites.â
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
âHe what?â Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. âDonât worry, only if he doesnât like you.â
âWell, he probably hates me, now!â Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
Strong at the Broken Places by giddytf2
(18/18 I 172,735 I Explicit)
âSo whatâs it gonna be, Stiles?â
An hour wasnât enough time for a miracle. Not enough for him and Derek both.
âSalvation for you, or the world?â
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Stiles confronts an enemy warlock too powerful for him to defeat, and he's given an ultimatum: He must kill Derek, or Derek will be killed anyway along with everyone else in Beacon Hills. Trapped in a magically-reinforced cell with Derek, he has only an hour to make his choice.
In the tragic aftermath of the confrontation, Stiles spirals into a delusional, suicidal race against time for the lives of his remaining loved ones and the rest of the world. A spectral companion is all that keeps him from going totally insane on the hunt for the enemy warlock.
But Stiles's spectral companion isn't what it seems to be. Neither is the enemy warlock, who will forever change Stiles's universe beyond all of Stiles's imaginingsÂ
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Lydia and Stiles are study partners, Lydia (correctly) theorizes that Stiles is losing precious brain cells daydreaming about getting dicked down by our resident moody werewolf, Derek has issues: trust issues, issues using his words, feelings issues, issues with Lydiaâs scent overwhelming Stilesâ scent & issues with Stiles not smelling enough like him. Whatâs new, basically.
I wish I had words that could express the joy your blog brings me! Thanks for the time and effort that you put into making this my favorite space on the internet. I have read the the jealous Derek tag so many times and I canât wait for your next recommendation! I hope you have a fabulous day!
That's so sweet!! 𼰠I'm glad you're finding great stuff to read! I do love jealous Derek, so here are a few more great fics. đ
Two single Pringles, ready to mingle. by DropsOfAddiction | 16.3K | Explicit
Stiles looks down, fiddling with his pen when the bell goes again and heâs startled when Derek sits down opposite him.
âGo sit at that empty seat over there,â Derek looks up and tells the guy whose chair he just rudely stole.
The guy looks down at Derek like he wants to argue but Derek stares him down (stares him up?) until the guy walks off muttering something about rules being there for a reason under his breath.
Swipe Right On My Heart by alisvolatpropiis | 5.8K | Explicit
Heâs about to give up and close the app when he sees the photo. Itâs hardly any different from many of the other profile pics heâs seen, and certainly more tame than some. But it sends a shiver of want through his body, followed by a shock of recognition that stuns him, that makes the world spin for a moment.
Itâs so overwhelming he has to put the phone down and get up and walk around. He stalks a few laps through the loft before picking up the phone again and tapping on the pic to make it full screen.
Too Much to Ask by aClosedFicIsNeverRead | 16.4K
The one where Stiles is wounded and nearly raped by a wolfed-out Jackson before the full moon, and Derek comes over to scowl, growl, and (sorta) make it all better.
Slugs, and Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails by yodasyoyo | 8.1K
kid!Derek being super taken with kid!Stiles. And their interactions.
It's Not so Much Old Fashioned Traditionalism (as it is that Derek is in love with Stiles) by paradis | 3.5K
âYou donât want kids?â Derek pounces on her question immediately.
âYou do want kids?â Lauren asks Stiles, pointedly ignoring Derek.
âWow, this escalated really quickly,â Stiles squeaks. And then, âI think I smell something burning!â
Crush by madsmeetsmisha | 16.3K | Explicit
What if Stiles had a little crush on Cora's brother Derek? What if he was always making a fool out of himself when the attractive werewolf was around? And what if Stiles tried his best to avoid him but Derek was suddenly everywhere...
Game On by Kaname | 50.2K | Mature
Sometimes, Stiles whispers sweet nothings to his laptop and asks the gaming gods to bless him with quick fingers and an indestructible bladder. For gaming. Obviously.
What he didnât ask for was a bitchy new guild-mate with a God complex and a famous next-door neighbor who plays footie and throws house parties every time Stiles is trying to sleep.
F*cking Clyde by LadyDrace | 2.3K
It's not about Stiles. It's most definitely not about Stiles. It's about Clyde and his dumb grin and his stupid hair and his annoying laugh, and the way his skinny butt makes a groove in Derek's couch where he's sitting next to Stiles. Who is resting a hand on Clyde's knee and winking at the son of a...
I'm Not Sure How I Feel About Him by ash_mcj | 11.4K
5 Times Peter noticed that his aloof nephew seemed to have an affinity for Stiles, and 1 Time he confronted him about it.
Set your wolves on me by Littleredridinghunter | 37.5K
Kate set the Hale house on fire, killing most of the pack, their emissary Claudia Stilinski and her child, Stiles.
Thirteen years later and Kate is back in town, planning something that Derek is sure will end in disaster for them.
Good job he decides to kidnap the gorgeous teenager who smells like her and beat some information out of him.
Probably not the smartest move Derek's ever had!
The One Where They All Go to New York for a Wedding by Chioces | 20.8K | Explicit
Derek is invited to New York for a wedding, of corse it is customary for an Alpha to bring his entire pack to such an event, and Stiles somehow becomes his fake date. Oops!
Stiles hasnât seen Derek Hale this close up for over a decade. He looks almost exactly the same, except somehow he seems even bigger and broodierâcriminally handsome, with soft-looking dark scruff, heavy brows, light hazel eyes. His gaze zeros in on Stiles almost immediately, and his scowl lightens minutely in what looks like surprise.
Stiles is acutely aware that he has melted butter and cinnamon all over his face, and tries to surreptitiously wipe it with the ends of his sweater-sleeve.
Since you posted that prompts list đđđđ 85. âYouâre jealous, arenât you?â âIâm not jealous.â I neeeeeeed some jelly Derek, luv ya
The first time Stiles went to The Jungle, heâd been a scrawny, pale, sexually-confused teenager. Stiles was pretty sure heâd blundered in and made a complete fool of himself, but that had seemed to be his MO when he was younger.Â
When he was younger, Stiles was an idiot. He wouldnât even attempt to deny that.
But Stiles was a solid nineteen-years-old now and although he never would have seen himself staying in Beacon Hills after high school, he could always follow Scottâs example and claim it to be âwerewolf stuff.â Even if he wasnât a werewolf. Even though he probably could have turned his back on it all whenever he wanted without anyone ever giving him too hard of a time.
But then Stiles could also say Derek had made him stay. Derek Hale and his red eyes. Derek Hale and his grumpy growls that Stiles was totally not head of heels for, thank you very much.
He could even say it was his father, even though Stiles was pretty sure his dad would love to see him a couple thousand miles from this Hellmouth. The point is, Stiles could make up a lot of excuses. But where had he been again?
Oh yeah. His newly understood sexuality and the local Beacon Hills gay club.
Stiles hadnât planned on going out, he really hadnât. But then Scott was busy with Allison, Lydia was busy being a genius in another state, and Stiles was pretty sure Derek was kicking his betas asses during their Friday night training.Â
Which, uh, no thanks. He didnât care that Derek offered out the loft to whoever wanted to crash there, Stiles had better things to do than watch shirtless werewolves run around and get beaten up by a man twice their size and much more dangerous to Stilesâs certain⌠lower regions.
So, when a smirking Jackson had offered an invitation out, did Stiles really have anything better to do? Other than chill in his dorm room that is, wondering when Scott would end up coming back before the night ended. But part of him knew that probably wouldnât happen until tomorrow. Or, if Stiles was really unlucky, heâd be alone all the way until the weekend ended.
But still, some part of his brain said; it was Jackson. And a couple of years ago, Stiles would have very impolitely said âfuck youâ, thank you very much.
But this wasnât a few years ago. And Stiles could agree now that yeah, Jackson wasnât the complete douchebag that he used to be. And when he was actually tolerating Stilesâs presence, they sometimes got along.Â
Sometimes. Stiles was hoping tonight would be one of those nights.
Because he was bored, dammit.
The last time heâd been clubbing wasâ when was the last time heâd been clubbing? It seemed like the pack was sidetracked every other day with the new monster of the week and Stiles never had any time to himself anymore. He sorely regretted telling Derek his dorm number because the Alpha showed up multiple times each week now, scaring the shit out of Stilesâs floor every time.
His RA wouldnât even talk to him anymore. But could Stiles really blame the guy? Joe had come by the dorm room once and Derek had nearly gone feral Alpha werewolf on the poor guy.
If Stiles thought about it, Derek tended to nearly go feral Alpha werewolf on anyone that dared get too close to him. But yeah, Stiles didnât really spend too much thinking about it. Mostly because somehow, Derek had managed to keep the exciting parts of Stilesâs life dry both inside and outside of pack life.
It was like he was werewolf married or something. Just without the perks.
Married to the pack, maybe?
âHey, Stilinski, where the hell is your head at tonight?â
Stiles snapped out of his thoughts and gave Jackson a startled look. The beta was sitting in his desk chair and scowling, all decked out to be hitting the club. Stiles didnât know how long heâd been sitting there, but his Chemistry book was still open in his lap and he was pretty sure he didnât remember letting Jackson into his room.
Stiles stared at him for another long moment. Jackson scowled and waved a hand through the air.
âUh, Stilinski? Earth to the idiot?
âShut up,â Stiles grumbled, slapping his book shut. He tossed it off of his bed and Jackson caught it with a curse, but there was a definite smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. Stiles all but fell off his bunk bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, grabbing the closest pile of clothes that he was pretty sure didnât smell too terrible.
But then Jackson was there, eyes flashing blue as he yanked them away. Stiles rolled his eyes.
âAre you serious, dude? Those are like, my cleanest clothes.â
âI know. Thatâs why I brought an outfit.â
Stiles scowled at the beta and considered denying him just to see how snarly Jackson could get before he gave him. But then, deciding to take the path of least resistance, Stiles took the clothes pushed into his arms and turned back toward the bathroom, stumbling inside.Â
He couldnât remember the last time heâd showered. But it was exams week with the end of the semester finally coming up and Stiles had been living off of Red Bull and ramen, dammit. He couldnât be expected to be put together.
He really needed this night out.
By the time he came out all showered and dressed, Jackson gave him a sweeping look and then actually look satisfied. Stiles just flipped him the bird, grabbing his keys and wallet off his desk before heading out of his dorm room without waiting for the beta.
He wasnât doing this for Jackson. But it might mess with Scott a little if he came back early and maybe Stiles was kind of hoping for that.
Or at least he could get so wasted that heâd forget the fact that heâd probably failed his Anthropology final two days ago. But the exam had been hard, okay? Stiles had studied; he had.
Jackson smacked him upside the head when they reached the jeep and told him to stop thinking so hard. Stiles just glared at the beta again.
The last time heâd been clubbingâ the last time heâd been clubbing? Stiles was pretty sure it had been with Danny when he was newly eighteen, a few months before the teenager had hightailed it out of Beacon Hills and all the horrors that the town held.
If Stiles had been smart, he probably wouldâve followed.
But Stiles wasnât smart. Not in certain areas at certain times, at least. Which might have been how he was ducking into the local gay club at twelve oâclock on a Friday night, counting down the minutes until Jackson inevitably ditched him.Â
Tonight took a little longer than usual. But by the time Stiles had been hanging around the bar counter for going on ten minutes, Jackson just gave him a disappointed look and ducked away.
Stiles shrugged and turned back to his rum and coke.
He didnât say alone for long, though.
âYour friend told me to introduce myself,â a new voice said, not long after Stiles had worked his way through his second drink. And Stiles really should have expected this.
The guy dropped onto the stool at Stilesâs side and he raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways to take in the dark brown hair that came with a Jackson-approved chiseled face. Still, Stiles shot a glance across the dance floor to see Jackson give him a blue-eyed look, arms thrown around the neck of some other stranger.
Forcing himself not to sigh, Stiles turned back toward the guy.
He could look at him without envisioning dark stubble or grey-green eyes, which Stiles always considered a win. Heâd never admit that out loud, but Derek had totally ruined standards for him. Except, Stiles wasnât pining. Totally not.
He was not pining.
âMy nameâs Vic,â the guy said, offering out a hand. And of course, it was. Stiles could have survived this night with just a bit of drinking and maybe some wallowing in the bar nuts. But then again, Jackson might never invite him out again.
âIâm Stiles.â
âYour friend already told me.â
âOh?â Stiles said, raising an eyebrow. âIs that all youâve heard about me so far?â
âHe said you like to dance.â
Sometimes, Stiles really hated Jackson. Had he been a stupid seventeen-year-old again, he totally would have thought this was a prank. But he didnât need to glance over to see Jacksonâs threatening looks, slowly letting himself get pulled up.
The bartenderâs look was all too knowing. Stiles slapped a ten onto the counter and let himself get tugged out onto the dance floor.
Stiles wasnât sure if he had the appropriate buzz for this yet. But then he was surrounded by sweaty bodies and the lights overhead were a little more than blinding. If Stiles concentrated hard enough, the music could be dulled to a thrumming in the background and Vicâs eyes almost seemed to reflect a little bit of green in the overhead lights. Stiles was pretty sure that was all in his own head though, because he was pretty sure the guyâs eyes had been dark brown earlier. But he was allowed to imagine a little, wasnât he?
Then there were fingertips brushing over the back of his neck and Stiles glanced back to see Jackson. Sweat shone on his forehead and a wicked smirk played along his lips. The beta jerked his chin toward Vic and at some point between song one and song two, Stiles had gone from Jackson pressing up against his back to Vic grinding down against his front.Â
Now, this was a much easier way of getting his brain to shut up, Stiles had to admit. With fingers tracing over the back of his neck, Vic dragged a hand through his hair and pulled Stiles toward the crook of his neck with his free hand. Stiles could completely forget about his possible failed exam or complete lack of a roommate right now.
Or Derek. Freaking Derek Hale.
Screw Derek Hale.
Like he could read his spinning thoughts, Vicâs hand tightened in his hair and guided Stilesâs lips up his neck and toward his own. And yeah, Stiles was no stranger to kissing. Heâd gone a solid four months with Lydia before her college enrollment took her elsewhere. And heâd tried his hand at hook-ups once upon a time. Though, heâd never really made it past imagining what could be something else.
Something more.
But Stiles wasnât a lovestruck girl, dammit.
Except then there were warm lips against his own, a tongue prodding into his mouth, and Stiles yanked sharply back. Vic gave him a slightly wounded look and Stiles would have mumbled a series of apologies if he remembered how to string words together. Instead, he just raised a hand and stumbled back, before turning around and fleeing the dance floor altogether.
And what had he been saying earlier? This was the night that he needed out. To get wasted, to forget about everything else.
But Stiles was just wanted to go back to his dark, empty dorm right now.
He thumbed out his phone and went scrawling for Jacksonâs name, but then there was a sudden hand on the neckline of his t-shirt. Stiles squeaked as he was yanked sideways and shoved against the nearest wall. For a moment, panic crashed over him and Stiles jabbed his elbow out as hard as he could; but then the returned grunt of pain made him freeze.
âD- Derek?â
The Alpha was bent over a little, growling underneath his breath. Then red eyes snapped up and Stilesâs heart skipped a beat as he went to retreat back even more. Except there was nowhere else to go. The cement of the wall was at his back and Derek slowly straightened, red eyes searching Stiles up and down.
Then the man leaned forward, inhaling deep, and his fangs promptly slid down. Stiles yelped, clapping both hands over Derekâs face, and the man growled from behind them.
âDerek, dude, put those away! Weâre in public!â
But Derek was sounding a bit like an actual wolf now, so Stiles just guided him toward the nearest exit, hands still covering Derekâs face. He shoved the door and the moment they were out in the night, Stiles yanked back like heâd been burned. Derekâs eyes were still bright red.
Stilesâs breaths hitched. He batted at Derekâs face, earning another growl. âDerek, you damn asshole. Put those away!â
âWhat the hell happened in there?â
For a moment, all Stiles could do was stare in confusion. But Derek looked a little bit peeved, a little bit frustrated, and a little bit⌠hurt? And slowly, the pieces slipped together.
Stiles huffed, despite the way his stomach flipped. âDude, thatâs so creepy, oh my god. Could you try not sniffing out all my recent activities for once? What the hell are you doing here anyway? I thought you trained the betas on Fridays?â
âI do,â Derek said gruffly. âThat ended two hours ago. I went by your dorm but it was empty.â
âSo you⌠came here?â
âI was worried.â
Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then he chuckled and tried to flick at the manâs nose, but Derek just ducked away. Stiles blinked at him then, tilting his head.Â
Okay, first of all, Stiles had taken a shower before heâd come here. And second of allâ âThatâs none your business, Sourwolf.â
Derek drew back, the red fading from his eyes. But instead of looking peeved, angry, or even a little unhappy, he just looked stricken. Like the very fact that Stiles was walking around smelling like someone else was physically painful to him.
And okay, but it wasnât like Stiles always smelled like himself, alright? He was surrounded by strangers every day.
âDerek, dude, I really donât know what you wanââ
âStiles, please.â
Stiles froze, his stomach flipping again. But that seemed to be enough of an answer for Derek because he moved forward again. The manâs nose traced along his collarbone, scenting fingers danced along the back of his neck, and Derek pressed his entire face into the crook of Stilesâs neck as if it was a life or death situation.
Stiles just⌠well, he just froze. His brain was moving slowly and he knew for a fact that he hadnât drunk enough to blame this all on the alcohol.
But then slowly, like puzzle pieces, one thing clicked with another. And then Stiles yanked back so hard, he smacked his head against the wall and bit his tongue in the process. Derek whined at the loss of contact, Stiles tasted blood, and then the man was giving him a hurt look. But Stilesâs brain was lingering on one thing right now.Â
âOh my god. Youâre jealous, arenât you?â
In a second, Derekâs stance was guarded. He started to draw back a few inches and the action looked physically painful. The man looked like he wanted to attack Stilesâs neck all over again, but instead, he just folded his arms over his chest and lowered his gaze.Â
âIâm not jealous.â
âYou are so totally jealous!â
Once more, the red eyes were snapping up and Stilesâs breaths stalled in his throat. Carefully, he stepped forward, uncrossing Derekâs arms, and the man whined again.
âDerek, what do I smell like?â
âWrong.â
âYes, but what do I smell like?â
âNot⌠mine.â
Derek was glaring at the ground again as he said those words. Stilesâs heartbeat stuttered and then Derek was growling. Stiles risked once more step closer. Derek searched his face, almost looking vulnerable.
âStiles, donât do this if it's not reââ
âDude.â
Grey-green eyes flickered in and out of red as Derek clamped his mouth shut. Stiles could still hear the steady thrum of music from the club and the sound of voices from a little way down the alleyway. But he kept his gaze on Derekâs face, nodding carefully.Â
"You can change that."
Then he was being crowded against the wall once more.
Stiles couldnât help but squeak as sharp fangs moved up his neck. They nipped gently underneath his jaw and then traveled back down. But when Derek bit the spot between his shoulder and neck, it was all human teeth. Fingers traced over the back of Stilesâs neck again and Derek growled lightly, sucking marks all the way back up to the underside of Stilesâs chin.
He was so going to be swearing scarves for the rest of the week.
Or⌠maybe not.
Scott was probably going to flip out. Stiles might have grinned a little bit at that realization.
Then Stiles had lost all contact of the man and he totally didnât whine at that. Derek moved back a few inches, studying his face, and then his eyes dropped to Stilesâs lips.
âStiles, can Iââ
âOh my god, kiss me you furry asshole.â
And Jackson was never getting credit for this, ever. Stiles would like to say that he hadnât come to the Jungle tonight expecting for Derek Hale of all people to show up. But if heâd know this is what would finally do it, he might have had come a long time again.
Derek kissed him softer than he had before. The hand cupping Stilesâs neck moved up to card through his hair and every time Stiles hummed in agreement at a movement, the man growled at the back of his throat. He tasted like mint, smelled like leather and pine, and Stiles totally hadn't imagined this before. He wasnât a pining school girl, dammit.
But⌠but Derek kissed exactly like heâd always thought. Though that wasnât a thing.
Except maybe it was now.
Stiles probably could have stayed there making out with Derek literal Hale all night except suddenly, the doors they ducked out of were banging open. Stiles yelped and pinwheeled back into the wall as Jackson came charging out, snarling and blue-eyed.
But one flash of Derekâs red eyes had the beta curling back into himself. His startled expression snapped from Derek, to Stiles, and back. Then Jackson drew himself up, a wicked smirk curling across his lips, and Stiles knew he was never living this down.
âOh my god, Stilinski. You so totally owe me.â
âJackson, get your furry little ass out of here or I swear to godââ
The beta didnât need to be told twice, apparently. Whether it was from Stilesâs threats, Derekâs growling, or just his sense of self-preservation (did he have one?), because he only smirked one more time before backing away. And then Stilesâs heart skipped a beat as Derek glanced at him again.
And suddenly, he felt nervous. But why did he feel nervous?
âSo, SourwolfâŚâ
âIs all of this okay, Stiles?â
Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then he shook his head, moving forward and catching the manâs lips again. Because of course, he had to be in love with this idiot. Except... he kind of liked the way Derek growled at the sharp kiss. He kind of loved the way the man shivered against him and Stiles had caused that.Â
Stiles nipped at his lower lip and then drew back with a grin. âI dunno, dude. Care to tell me what I smell like right now?â
Once more, sharp fangs skated down his neck and Derek Hale had totally ruined standards for Stiles. Now and forever. They paused against the bottom of his neck, warm breaths against his skin, and then Derekâs lips curved into a smile as Stiles whined.
âYou smell like mine .â
And hell yeah, Stiles could totally be okay with that.
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I hope I did this prompt justice! I don't write jealous Derek very often so this was kind of new, but I had fun with it! Thank you so much for the prompt, Khale maâam <3
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10Â Sterek Fics to Read to get through Self-Isolation
Just felt like sharing my personal all-time, top 10 favs of Sterek fanfic; feel free to totally disregard. Disclaimer: the order of these fics are 100% simply my opinion, which is personal to me, and might not quite align with others.Â
Also, I would love if anyone would like to send some of their own recs my way for getting through these crazy times!Â
Enjoy, in descending order, #1 being the best of the best:Â
#10 - Move A Mountain by ZainClaw
Just recently reread this fic and remembered just how much I loved it! Biker!Derek at his absolute FINEST.
#9 -Â all you're giving me is friction by drunktuesdays
For those of us who only have enough emotional attention and energy left for short fics! If you find yourself searching for fics <5000 words but want a quality fic none-the-less, check out this one! Itâs so funny and I die for some Jealous!Derek.
#8 -Â But The World Won't Stop Turning by thepsychicclam
Some super, super cute scenes! Very well written - especially considering how difficult it can be to write Time Travel fics! 10/10 would recommend!
#7 -Â Camaro '68 by ZainClaw
Oldie but a goodie. Iâll admit i havenât read this one in years, but itâs been on my bookmarks list the longest;Â itâs possible it would rank higher on my list if Iâd reread it recently. Will probably give it a reread now that iâve got time - and you should too!
#6 - If the ley lines you should follow by forestofbabel
Found this lovely fic when I was on a Parallel Universe AU kick. Itâs beautiful, heartbreaking, but not nearly as angsty as it could have been. Perfectly balanced in my opinion.
#5 - Derelictions of Duty by Regann
This ranks #5 on the list as it is my favorite 5+1 Things trope fic out there. Itâs adorable, silly, and short(ish) enough for multiple rereads!
#4 - Time To Say Goodbye by matildajones
Time Travel, Mates, the Happiest of all Happy Endings. Need I say more? Plus - Canon Compliant! Which is just... the best IMO.
#3 - If Prayer Were the Answer I'd Fall on My Knees by IAmAVeronica
Very, very heavy but just... so amazing, and I adore when I can listen to music and think of a fic. The fact that this is based off an incredible (but utterly heartbreaking) musical makes it a million times better.
#2 - By Any Other Name by entanglednow
Ahhh, my Buffy the Vampire Slayer loving heart will always LOVE LOVE LOVE memory loss tropes. (All Buffy fans love Tabula Rasa, right?). This is my go-to Amnesia fic rec, which is why it ranks so high on this list!Â
#1 - Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill
Not only is this fanfic adorable and incredibly well written, it is the most brilliant use of canon compliance to tell a Sterek story that Iâve ever come across. Did I mention canon compliance is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine?
Hope you join me in (re)reading these awesome fics and I also hope everyone stays healthy and safe during these uncertain times!
Sterek for Angst/Fluff #38: âI can tell youâre lying.â
âI can tell youâre lying.â
âI can tell youâre lying,â Stiles said.
Derekâs heart beat faster at being caught out, and he had to remind himself that Stiles couldnât actually hear that. âNo, you canât.â
âHey, asshole, just because I canât hear heartbeats doesnât mean I canât tell when youâre lying.â Stiles jabbed a finger at him. âIt does bother you when I spend time with Bryce. Why does that bother you?â
Because heâs interested in you and I hate smelling that every time heâs within spitting distance, Derek thought, but there wasnât a way in the world he was admitting that. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared. âItâs none of your business.â
Stiles rolled his eyes. âIt is my business when you keep trying to scare off my lab partner! Dude, we have to work together. Itâs for a project thatâs worth like ninety percent of my final grade!â
âThereâs no one project is worth that much,â Derek said.
âYeah, well, if I fuck it up Iâll fail, so maybe you could quit with the angry looming act when weâre trying to get work done? I know you donât like new people in your space so Iâm trying to keep him out of your way, but apparently that isnât enough. You used to be okay with it when I had people over for studying!â
Yeah, Derek had been fine with it when it was Katie, Josh, Marco, and Tanyaâall very nice people who didnât show the slightest interest in Stiles whatsoever. Or, well, there was interestâit was Stiles, how could there not be?âbut none of them had been as obnoxious or obvious about it as fucking Bryce.
âHe just rubs me the wrong way,â Derek said, which wasnât a lie. âHeâs overbearing.â
Stiles snorted. âSays the werewolf who sits at the kitchen table and literally glowers at us the entire time weâre trying to study.â
Derek flinched. âI do not.â
âOh my God, dude, you totally do.â Stiles groaned. âLook, if youâre not going to tell me what the deal is, fine, but please, I am begging you, will you just chill the fuck out when heâs around? Itâs making him jumpy and we canât get anything done.â
Derek had known it would be like this when he offered to share his apartment with Stiles while Stiles was going to college. Heâd known there would be a parade of interested people who would be falling all over themselves to spend time with Stiles. Heâd known that. And yet, the first few years hadnât been as bad as heâd anticipated, so heâd allowed himself to get complacent.
And now there was fucking Bryce.
âDerek?â Stiles prodded him. âAre you going to chill while weâre trying to do our work?â
âIâŚâ Derek cleared his throat. âIâll try.â
He would do damn near anything Stiles asked of him, just because it was Stiles.
Stiles actually sagged in relief. âOh, thank God. I spend enough time finding ways to shut down all his shitty flirting. Thank you for giving me one less thing to have to deal with.â
Derek blinked. âIâŚno problem. Iâll be on my best behavior.â
Stiles grabbed his backpack and headed back toward his room. âGood! Now Iâve got to get this paper finished. Hopefully Iâll be done in an hour.â
âGood luck,â Derek said.
âThanks, man!â Stiles called back, and then the bedroom door closed.
So. Stiles wasnât interested in Bryce at all, then. That was good to know.
With absolutely no one around to see, Derek grinned to himself, and then went to go start dinner.
Heâd find a way to tell Stiles how he felt eventually, but at least now he knew he didnât have to contend with fucking Bryce in the meantime.
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Approximation by inatshej (1/1 | 6,638 | NC17)
Derek's type is a self-confident, blonde girl. Her grin is almost dangerous, her laugh's loud, and she may seem arrogant â but if anyone has a reason to be arrogant, it's her.Stiles' type is a genius, strawberry blonde girl. She looks perfect no matter the time of a day, her taste's impeccable, she's popular as well as respected â but taken.They turn to each other, struggling with the choices and people around them.
Cold water by TrekVanci (1/? | 1,957 | G)
stiles isolated himself from the pack a year of the kanima attack after years of depression and being alone,he learnt magic and was ready to leave the shit hole called Beacon Hills and become a powerful mage but thenthe sheriff dies.
How will stiles cope with his father's death and his mixed varies emotions towards Derek and his friends?
Salmagundi by inatshej (3/3 | 10,054 | NC17)
Stiles' life is not just a mess anymore, it's a fucking salmagundi. Derek flirting with Kate, Stiles' heat, the confusing bite â none of it makes sense jumbled together.
Highschool Drama, Dresses and Mates by Chloe198403Â (3/? | 7,238 | G)
Having a mate is meant to be the best thing in the world. It should be easy and fun, normally it's a turning point in someones life; then again I've never been normal. Nothing has ever come easy and right now I really wish my mum was here to help me. I wish Jackson wasnt being such an idiot but what I want most, is for the universe to stop hating me and just make things easy agian...
Table 4 2 by midnightcas (1/1 | 3,776 | R)
Scott asks Stiles for a favor. One that involves him entertaining his boss on a double date with he and Allison. But then things go south, because things always go south...way south....âYou were encouraging me to do it two minutes ago and now...ââAnd now what?ââAnd now youâre just being a dick!â
Man Bun by panicatmydisco (1/1 | 1,927 | PG13)
Stiles gets hit on by some guy with a man bun. Then everything goes to shit, but hey, at least Derek is around.
