I finally got around to compiling my list of fics I’ve read in the past two weeks and I’m kinda proud of how many of my backlogged fics I managed to get through!
(*) - fics that are regularly updated.
Dydia
I Just (Want You Closer) (tumblr post) by lonniek (@queerlylonnie)
| Complete | 2,265 | E | PWP | Pegging | Daddy Kink | Sub Derek Hale |
Derek has had a long day. He just wants to come home and unwind. When Lydia takes control, letting go is a breeze.
McHaleinski
Triple Scoop (tumblr post) by hazelNuts (@fandom-madnessess)
| Complete | 2,004 words | G | Polyamory | Ice Cream Parlors | Human AU | Mutual Pining |
bleep0bleep asked: "mchaleinski prompt: scott and stiles have an ice cream shop and then derek opens one up across the street. rivalry but also crushes!"
‘Look at him. Just look at him! With his stupid novelty flavours and his stupid artsy signs and his stupid muscles and his stupid smile.’
Scott snorts.
‘What?’ Stiles asks, turning away from the window.
‘That’s the fastest you’ve ever gone from insulting to complimenting,’ Scott says.
‘I am not complimenting our nemesis! I'm assessing his assets so I know where to strike.’
Stackson
All Fools in Love (tumblr post) by hazelNuts (@fandom-madnessess)
| Complete | 1,468 words | G | April Fools’ Day | Getting Together |
Jackson wants to cheer Stiles up after he's had several jokes played on him. He might make a fool of himself in the process, but it's totally worth it.
Jackson rolls the pebbles in his hand. The soft ticktick of the rocks is the only sound in the night. Well, that and the pounding of his heart, but he’s pretty sure only he can the latter. He checks his phone again. One more minute.
His hands twitch to his jacket pocket, where he put his car keys. It’s not too late to leave.
Sterek
Jellybean by @ask-haleinski
| Complete | 3,186 words | G | Tumblr fic | Established Sterek | Kid fic | Accidental Child Acquisition |
anon asked: You should give the baby a name!
anon asked: Are you going to keep the baby?
anon asked: Are you and Derek prepared for if/when you find her parents? Are you ready to let her go?
Kiss Me on This Cold December Night (tumblr post) by Leslie_Knope (@leslieknopeismyspiritanimal)
| Complete | 18,975 words | E | Christmas | Fluff | Future Fic |
The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.
Possibili(tea) (tumblr post) by dragon_temeraire (@dragon-temeraire)
| Complete | 1,096 words | T | Mutual Pining | Humor | Tea Shops | Shy Derek Hale |
Stiles might have a crush on his co-worker, who always brews him amazing tea.
*Put Down in Words (tumblr post) by paintedrecs (@paintedrecs)
| WIP 13/31 | 69,324 words | M | Slow Build | College AU | Human AU | Professor Derek Hale |
“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.
Separation by @nogitsunelichen
| Complete | 635 words | T | Tumblr fic | Angst | Violence | Kidnapped Stiles Stilinski | Kidnapped Derek Hale | Hunters | Nongraphic Torture | Established Sterek |
“Stop! Just stop it please—STOP!” Stiles screams, fists banging against the wall, his voice hoarse from his pleas.
The thick concrete wall (built with mountain ash, Derek tried punching through it several times) separating their cells stood between them, the only constant within the bleak four walls that caged them in. He was covered in blood, sweat, dirt, and everything inbetween. His mouth tastes vile and he can’t remember the last time he inhaled a breath of fresh air.
Derek had been keeping tally marks on the wall with his claws, it was the only way to tell how many days had passed. It’s been two days, or at least one, Stiles doesn’t know. The reason he doesn’t know is because two days ago (or one?) hunters entered Derek’s cell and did something to him, something to cause him to scream and growl in pain for the last twenty, thirty, hell forty something hours.
Werewolves were strong, but Stiles didn’t know if Derek had much left in him.
Sexually Precocious Teenagers (tumblr post) by dragon_temeraire (@dragon-temeraire)
| Complete | 2,054 words | T | Fluff | Getting Together | Asexual Stiles Stilinski |
Stiles is pretty sure his asexuality is a deal-breaker that will keep him from having a relationship with Derek. (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)
untitled by @bibliosexxual
| Complete | 1,660 words | T | High School AU | Fluff | Meet-Cute |
Prompt: “We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.”
untitled by @captain-snark
| Complete | 1,216 words | T | Tumblr fic | Humor | Misunderstandings |
kavesinisukka replied to your post “So my husband has a doppelganger that does gay porn”
untitled by @captain-snark
| Complete | 1,927 words | M | Tumblr fic | Stripper Stiles Stilinski | Lap Dances |
The funny thing is, Derek didn’t even want to go. He’d paced around his loft staring down at his cell phone and debated calling Boyd back, refusing, he had work tomorrow, some people had legitimate jobs they had to get to in the morning. He knew Boyd would show up anyway so he figured there wasn’t a point to pointing out just how absolute shit Derek was at actually socializing.
So, that’s how he’d gotten dragged to ‘Python’ in the first place, and he was definitely not even touching that name. It was loud, as was to be expected, Go Go boys dancing along the stage that wound itself around the edges of the club. It smelled like booze and cheap cologne and Boyd had laughed openly at the look of hostile displeasure Derek knew must be plastered across his face.
untitled by @thepsychicclam
| Complete | 1,170 words | G | Tumblr fic | Established Sterek | Kid fic | Domestic fluff |
Stiles watches Derek sometimes. When he’s in the living room, Patrick lying on his chest like a tiny newborn extension of the two of them. Stiles leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest and just watches. He knows that Derek feels him nearby, but Derek doesn’t move, doesn’t let on that he knows Stiles is there at all.
There’s no one else in the world except Derek and his cub.
One of the major things that bothers me about Teen Wolf is how they screw up everyone’s age because they just NEED the aesthetic of a car.
In America, the youngest age at which you can get your driver’s license is sixteen. [Edited to add: You can get a driver’s permit before sixteen, but that requires a licensed adult in the car with you, which is limiting if you’re gonna have supernatural adventures you’re trying to hide from your guardians. Can’t have Derek or Peter or Chris riding along all the time. Or you could, but that’s a fanfic plot bunny.]
Based on the American school system -- if we’re not talking about someone who’s a year behind or was prevented from starting kindergarten with everyone else -- kids only BEGIN to turn 16 during the spring semester of sophomore year. This way, kids reach 18 at some time between the end of senior year and start of college year (I would know, I’m a July baby).
One of the first scenes of Teen Wolf is Jackson driving up in his douche-mobile and being douchey to Scott on the first day of spring semester. Jackson’s canon birthday (June 15th) means he shouldn’t be sixteen until the END of sophomore year. This scene only works if he’s driving up for junior year.
Stiles has a worse problem. His birthday is April 8th. His Sheriff of a father would never let him (legally) drive his Jeep until AFTER the events of Season 2 conclude, which ends in March. All those pivotal scenes with his Jeep? Yeah, it’s a shame.
MEANWHILE, Scott is on his damn bicycle for Season 1 and 2 like he should be at fifteen, and it’s somehow meant to depict him as poor and behind and dependent. Oh, and when he saves up all summer to buy himself a motorcycle for the first day of junior year? He’s STILL fifteen until either Sept 16th or Oct 6th.
Honestly, if the show wasn’t so bent on prolonging their character’s time in high school, the timeline could have just been moved up a year and avoided this mess.
Also, this makes me wonder sort of bikes Stiles and Jackson would have had before they got their cars...
I’m thinking Stiles on a hand-me-down mountain Schwinn
I was in the mood to make more Stackson smut. You’re welcome.
...and here’s a slightly less safe for work version
This is, in fact, a photomanipulation I created in my spare time, for the fun of the it. I do not own any of the source material.
Edited to add: there may be an older version of this pic circulating Tumblr, but I’ve since adjusted the colors so this would appear to be a screenshot from the show... it’s not
The following are fantastic premises for Stackson fics that I probably won’t get the chance to write myself but I encourage to spread:
- Jackson as competitive, macho jock who is also fiercely protective of [insert issue] Stiles
- AUs in which Jackson is officially part of Hale pack, based on fan theory that the show was building up to reveal him as Peter’s son before actor’s contract abruptly ended
- AUs in which Jackson and Malia are twins, based on above and the theory that Malia’s character was given a revised version of Jackson’s scrapped backstory
- Love triangle in which Jackson and Derek are competing to win Stiles’s affection. Love triangle ends in threesome. Winner is Stiles.
- Jackson and Stiles having discovered they’re mates in kindergarten and going through high school (and beyond) as established couple
- Action/thriller in which Stiles and Jackson are teamed up as a Brain-Brawn duo
When Stiles Stilinski receives the biggest job of his journalistic career–exposing pretty boy, party boy Jackson Whittemore’s every scandal–he knows shit’s going to hit the fan.
going through my email, finding *things*. FROM OVER TWO YEARS AGO.
Jackson/Stiles, AU Season 1. here be non-con of the drunk Stiles variety
starts off not!fic, turns into thumbsucking porn
idk
so for some reason all the Teen Wolf crew was at a party, and Stiles was drunk off his ass because I feel this is something he does. he thinks he's like, bigger than he is, or that he handles his alcohol better, and all of a sudden its like, whoops, octopus Stiles all over everything.
only this time Scott wasn't around, right, probably because he's off making out with Allison, the traitorous rat bastard, and SOMEHOW Jackson is the one dragging Stiles somewhere to sleep it off - home, or just upstairs to a bed, I don't know - but clearly Stiles is, indeed, a human octopus, so Jackson is getting groped a little all up the stairs, and he's definitely getting groped when he puts Stiles to bed - Stiles is just like, mmmm snuggles, snuggles sound good, body heat is THE BEST, and it would probably end with Jackson running away - running away from his FEELINGS, the FEELINGS IN HIS PANTS - but it could also end cute, like, Jackson just sighs and shuts the fuck up and cuddles - somehow I think Danny has trained him a little, at this point, like, dude, get in touch with your emotions and accept the goddamn hug because fuck knows that Jackson probably cannot actually accept a goddamn hug, goddamn it Jackson - so he ends up in bed with Stilinkski, how is this his life, he did not sign up for this.
or it could also end really dirty.
because if you don't think Stiles would be okay with just about anything stuck in his mouth, YOU ARE WRONG.
I mean, it could be mostly Jackson's fault. Like, Stiles is just so - still, when he's drunk. He doesn't make any more sense than usual, but he's not flying around like he usually is, doing a dozen random things, like he's got more limbs than other people. And he's so - pretty, really, it curdles something in Jackson's stomach - probably something ridiculously expensive he stole from his dad's liquor cabinet, because why not - Stilinski's so pretty, big dumb eyes and soft dumb mouth and when he's drunk he not-sarcastically calls Jackson 'Jacks' like they're friends, like they're anything, and Jackson kisses him to shut him up, just to see if it would work, and Stiles makes this sweet surprised sound, and he's so warm, and he latches onto Jackson like a limpet, and I think they make out for forevvvvvvver and maybe just fall asleep there, or rub up against one another, and when they wake up in the morning all curled around one another, Stiles still clinging to Jackson, wrapped up all around him, Jackson is the one who is like "jesus, stilinski, I have to piss," and Stiles wakes up and like FREEZES, holy shit holy shit holy shit, until he realizes Jackson is laughing at him - and not like his evil prince jock laughter, either, its like liquid sunshine, okay, happy laughter that Stiles has never heard from Jackson before, ever, and boom, like getting hit with a freight train of love and holy shit his life just got complicated.
BUT ALSO same beginning scenario but with Stiles grabbing for Jackson's drink - practically fellating it, jesus, and Jackson should be trying to take it away because a) its his drink and b) Stilinkski has had more than enough, but its weirdly freakishly hot, and Jackson figures he'll let it slide until he gets Stilinski into bed. At least it keeps him distracted. But when he tries to take the bottle back, Stiles slides his mouth over Jackson's fingers instead.
And that's -
Weird.
Surprising.
Hot.
Jackson tries to shake it off, that thought - pulls his hand away, pushes Stiles onto the bed. Once Stiles is there he just flops back, drifting off.
But Jackson can't quite shake that thought.
Can't quite - shake it.
Gets halfway to the door and starts back again. Back to the door. Locks it.
Sits on the edge of the bed.
Watches Stiles doze. Not quite awake, not quite asleep. Eyes closed but moving a little. Restless. His body is all loose and lax but he's still drunk, not quite passed out, not quite a doze.
And Jackson sets one thumb to the plush of Stiles's bottom lip. Just - sets it there. To rest.
And Stiles's tongue flashes out, lightning quick. Wet. Sends a shock up the base of Jackson's spine. Gets him hard.
(loooooooook I just have a really vivid picture of Stiles sucking Jackson's thumb - sucking his own thumb, because come on, Stiles is the most horrendously orally fixated person in the world, he probably never stopped, and Jackson has no fucking clue why this is turning him on, no fucking clue that it would ever turn him on, no place of reference, lost at sexual sea)
so sucking Jackson's thumb, sucking on Jackson's fingers, and Jackson loses it, okay, watching Stiles's mouth work around him. He can't even explain why, except maybe Stiles mouth is finally being put to good use after all these years. But Stiles is so loose and pliant - so easy - it barely takes any effort to pull off Stiles's pants, to push his legs apart, and Stiles goes back to sucking his own thumb, sucksucksuck, soothing and perfectly distracting and satisfying, Jackson can't fucking take it, he can't - he groans, he shoves his fingers into Stiles's ass, hard and not nearly wet enough, but Stiles just moans a little around his own fingers, and Jackson has to reach down and grab hold of himself, hard, so he won't come.
and -
Jackson opens Stiles up, uses spit, uses his fingers, maybe no lube because Jackson didn't bring Stiles to his bedroom, just upstairs to the guest, and Stiles hasn't actually done this before, and Stiles - he's drunk but he's not dead, he's moaning constantly, little uhn uhn uhn noises that slip out around his thumb, make him such harder, and Jackson watches the hollow in his cheeks as he sucks.
and Jackson fucks the shit out of him, okay.
it's epic.
it's brutal.
it's a wonder the poor kid can walk the next day, probably
but Stiles gets off, Jackson fucking him as hard as he can, hands on hips hard enough to bruise - and Stiles still gets off, still sucking his thumb, curled on his side, and that's what makes Jackson go, in the end, the self-satisfied little sigh, the way Stiles's thumb pops free of his mouth for a moment. covered in spit.
