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Quick ! Think of a word you like !
Not necessarily your favorite word, it doesn’t even have to be a word you usually like ! Just a word that right now, at this moment, you look at and think “ooh what about this one”.
It can be a word you find funny, pretty, strange, scary, anything really ! You don’t need to tell me why you choose that word (though I’d love to know if you want to tell me), just give me a word !
(It’d be lovely if we made this into a chain but there’s no pressure <3)
uhhhhh sanguine? (literally the only word that popped up into my head rn but it’s prettyyy and sounds like summer to me in some inexplicable way 😌✨)
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(but no pressure ofc <3)
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Merry Christmas, @synoaponga!
Happy Holidays to synoaponga!! I tried to put in as many of the things you like in here :) I hope you enjoy <3
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Glass Mountain
Stiles threw himself onto the chair, letting out a sigh of relief as he settled into the cushions. Derek’s loft always had the comfiest chairs, the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows. He was definitely trying to spoil his betas, even if the ex-Alpha denied it vehemently whenever Stiles brought it up.
“Stiles,” Isaac raised an eyebrow at him, eyes flickering between the door and his friend, “pack meet’s over. Shouldn’t you be following after Scott like an imprinting duckling?”
“I resent that.” Stiles hummed, his fingers tapping on the cushions under him. After a moment, he shifted, twisting until his legs swung over the arm of the chair.
“So…” Isaac frowned, “what exactly are you still doing here?”
“Waiting for the movie to start?”
“Stiles.”
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I’ve fallen down a bit of a quarantine induced Teen Wolf and subsequent Dylan O’Brien rabbit hole. It would seem that a) Stiles is the most interesting character on Teen Wolf and b) Dylan O’Brien plays some version of Stiles in his other movies. I’m here for this.
I said from the jump that I was watching Teen Wolf because I wanted more werewolf fic in my life. So, under the cut you’ll see some of what I’ve enjoyed lately.
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based on my Tumblr post
Rating: Explicit for Depiction of Violence
Word Count: 60,589
Tags: Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf) || Alternate Universe - High School || Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski are the Same Age || Full Shift Werewolves || Werewolf Mates || Alternative Werewolf Lore || Twilight Parody || Graphic Description || Pack Dynamics || Pack Family || No Kate Argent || Rimming || First Time || Blow Jobs || Dirty Talk || Dirty Thoughts || Masturbation
For: @sterekyrround July prompts: “Transfer Student!Stiles & "Secretly Supernatural!Derek” and “Road Trip” events.
Part 2 of the Moonlight Saga - Part 1 Here
Summary:
Stiles rolled his eyes but unraveled the fancy bow and ripped open the paper so he could open the cardboard box. He was met with the sweet and pungent smell of something, his whole body reacting viscerally as he saw a wolf's head. The fur was russet and brown, blue eyes milky, and mouth shoved full of bluish-purple flowers that Stiles knew were wolfsbane. A notecard was placed on top neatly like a card with a single word: Soon.
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New Moon but Teen Wolf
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“And according to the will, he has another parent.”
“What!?” came from Scott, as well as other exclamations of shock and awe around the room. Somehow, though, Scott seemed to be loudest of all.
“Why would you not tell us who your mother was?” Scott demanded from Eli.
“Oh, shut up! I don’t owe you anything. I don’t know you from a hole in the ground. You want me to be your child? You do realize that kids come first, right? Besides, I already have a father.”
“I’m sorry, Eli. I know we resurrected Allison, but I don’t think we can do it with Derek.”
“Don’t think? Do you know anything?” Eli practically screamed. "Besides, I didn’t say I had a dad. I said I had a father.”
Peter cleared his throat, shooting a look at Eli, hoping he would relax a bit and leave some part of Scott for Stiles to tear a strip off of him. “As I said, Eli has two custodial parents. I didn’t say mother. He has his dad, and his father.”
Scott looked dumbstruck. “Derek was gay?”
“No dumbass, he had girlfriends, obviously. Derek’s bi.” Cora stated, the disdain was dripping from her tone.
“So, who’s your father, then?” Scott demanded of Eli.
#sterek#derek x stiles#stiles stilinski#derek hale#fanfic#teen wolf#Teen wolf movie fix it fic#fix it fic#teen wolf movie#sterek fic rec
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Casual
For @twistedamusement
They both agreed they could—wanted to—keep it casual. It became almost a game to see who could stay the most casual, no matter what they did, what they felt. Derek casually sealed their first kiss.
Stiles casually pulled him into bed the first time.
Breathing hard, staring at the ceiling with stars in his eyes, Derek asked, "Wanna do that again?" Casually, of course.
Stiles rolled on top of him and playfully bit at his chest. "You up for it, big guy?"
Days and nights and weeks later, Stiles casually cooked dinner for them both, and Derek made breakfast. Spare toothbrushes were added to each bathroom without fanfare.
Early one morning, still pleasantly buzzing from the night before, Derek crept to the kitchen, digging in the bag he'd left on the counter.
Stiles was still asleep, arm flung across the bed onto Derek's side.
Derek set the key casually in his upturned palm, then quietly dressed for work. His phone was silent all day. When he returned home, there were sneakers by the door, three hoodies in the coat closet, and a note on the fridge: Went to get dinner -S
He smiled.
Stiles moved his things in and a year later, casually sent Derek listing for bigger places, closer to both of their jobs.
They found a larger house, one with a yard and a reading nook for Derek and an office space for Stiles. "I love you," Derek said, casually of course.
Stiles kissed him, hands at his waist, nearly sweeping him off his feet. "I love you, too." Just as casual.
Six months, hundreds of boxed and gallons of paint later, Derek woke to the scent of bacon and waffles wafting into the room from downstairs.
A black velvet box sat casually on his chest.
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#sterek#triple drabble#teen wolf#derek hale#stiles stilinski#teen wolf ficlet#fluff#gia writes#fic rec
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Windows by @drgrlfriend
Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.
fic by @drgrlfriend
art by @maichan808 & @andavs-main
368 pages / 83,266 words
Title Font: PP Hatton
Body Fonts: Cardo, Geo
HAPPY FFWAD!!! Thank you @renegadepublishing for putting on this event in celebration!
More on the process below the cut!
I'm so excited to be posting this book! Super grateful @drgrlfriend was so down to let me bind Windows for Fan Fiction Writer Appreciation Day. This is one of my all-time favs, and I was thrilled to give it the treatment it deserves! @maichan808 & @andavs-main were also incredibly kind to allow me to include their stunning art pieces in the book <3 And thank you @renegadepublishing for putting this event together!
I wanted the typeset to be visually interesting and move around the page, without making it difficult to read. I created unique headers for each of the 28 chapters with royalty free art, and varied placement on the page in six different configurations. I also played with the text warp to make the text work as part of the image - one of my favorites is chapter 26, "Banshee", pictured above!
I used Brick duo for this bind, as part of the vision for the front cover, which was done in silver permanent vinyl. I think the rich rust color is perfect for how I would imagine Stiles & Derek's apartment building, and the silver is incredibly reflective - my favorite part is how the vinyl catches the light on the spine, and can reflect "Windows" on whatever surface it's on (pictured above). That's not an added effect, it's just doing that!
I did @tankbredgrunt's faux double-core headband with some Sulky Gutermann I bought at a secondhand store for $0.25, and it's so pretty! A bit thin to work with, but totally worth it for the multi-color effect it gives off.
And I finally got a proper crisp hinge! I think it really brings the whole book together, thank you knitting needles (even though you were a pain in the ass).
This project also marks my 100th book! I'm rapidly approaching the two year mark of my fanbinding career with no sign of stopping; thank you to this entire community, and all of the fandoms I've been able to bring this hobby to. I love how cross-fandom it is; and for an old floater like me, it's wonderful to bring all of my interests together and have something that transcends those lines.
HAPPY FAN FICTION WRITER APPRECIATION DAY!
#fanbinding#bookbinding#fanfic binding#fanficbinding#me myself and i#fanfic#ficbinding#renegade publishing#teen wolf#derek hale#sterek fic#sterek#stiles x derek#stiles stilinski#derek x stiles#drgrlfriend#ffwad#fanficwriterappreciationday#renegadelovesfic#reblog
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you're pulling on my soul - Chapter 1 - Anonymous - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Summary:
Derek reached behind him and gave him a bottle of Mountain Dew. Stiles froze, at loss of words for the first time in a long time. Did Derek bring him Mountain Dew? How did he know he’d be here in the first place? And how did he know to get him the blue raspberry flavor?
“You always drink that when you’re at the loft,” he explained, as if it was obvious.
[Or, 3 times Stiles missed the signs and one time he didn't]
#sterek#stiles x derek#teen Wolf#fic rec#they're both idiots#happy ending#mutual pining#they're just idiots really#reblog
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sterek nose kisses for hinakags :3 (this is a sneak-ish attack)
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“Where is he?” Stiles rumbled, glancing at each member of the pack in front of him, before settling his incinerating gaze on one person he once considered a brother. “Tell me, Scott, where is my husband?”
Stiles knew the moment it happened that something was terribly wrong. It was the middle of the night when he was woken up by a scorching hot fire, running up his entire body. It took him a full minute of panicked breathing to realize it wasn’t a nightmare, but the pain of his mate he felt through their bond. It stopped rather abruptly, but that did little to calm him.
He didn’t feel Derek. On the other end of the bond, blessedly still existing, there was no usual warmth and steady presence. There was nothing but agonizing emptiness.
Stiles knew, he felt that it was wrong to let Derek pick up their son from Beacon Hills alone. Eli whined all week that he missed his grandpa and Derek, who couldn’t for his life say ‘no’ to their son, volunteered to drive him over for a mini-vacation.
Stiles should have listened to his gut, tell his boss to fuck off and go with them.
It took one wave of a shaking hand to open the portal. He didn’t care about the magic exhaustion. He wanted his husband.
To say that BH residents were shocked to see the empty space in front of them tearing apart in a strobe of lightning…
“I couldn’t do anything,” Scott shook his head, looking up at him remorsefully. Stiles learnt long ago not to believe him.
“Papa!”
Eli.
Stiles raced to his son, who was sitting on the cold ground, reaching with both of his hands towards him. His entire face was red and wet from tears, though his eyes shined beautiful gold.
“Oh, pup,” he murmured, taking Eli into his arms. The boy put his forehead on his shoulder and sniffed silent tears. It was obvious he was in too much of a shock to tell anything — Eli clutched at his father’s back, digging into the skin with the claws, but Stiles paid them no mind.
As Stiles shushed his pup, scratching the back of his head, he looked up at Scott with murder in his eyes.
“Where is he?”
“Nogitsune,” Stiles’ father rasped. He looked almost as awful as his grandson.
“He sacrificed himself,” Scott interrupted him, clenching his jaw. “For the greater good. For the pa—“
Stiles shut him up with a growl he learnt from his husband.
“We have our own pack!”
“He helped kill the nogitsune,” Scott insisted, stepping closer, but then immediately flinching backwards at Stiles’ glare. “He died as a hero.”
Eli’s anxious and terrified breathing grew heavier.
“Shh,” Stiles muttered in his messy hair. “He didn’t die, pup, it’s alright.”
He didn’t know what the fuck happened that brought the fucking thing back, but apparently it had something to do with Derek’s disappearance.
Oh, he would never allow them to take another step in this forsaken place anymore.
“Nogitsune can’t be killed,” he grit out, taking Eli’s hands from him and standing up. “Dad, look after him. Take him to your house, make a mountain ash circle — he’s not in control yet.”
“Stiles…”
“Our bond is alive,” Stiles shouted, making everyone shut up again. “I don’t see a body, and I bet you didn’t scream, either,” he thrust an accusatory finger at the banshee, who just looked away in shame. “If I’m not back in an hour, call Kira.”
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“Papa?”
“Yes, pup?”
Eli stomped in one place near the bedroom door, glancing nervously at Stiles. He was afraid to look at his dad’s scarred face.
“Is he gonna live?”
Stiles looked up from his husband’s burnt red skin on his torso, but didn’t stop moving his glowing golden-white hands in an intricate pattern of healing magic. Derek already looked better than fifteen minutes ago. By the morning, Derek wouldn’t feel an ounce of pain and all his scars will be gone.
“Of course,” he smiled tiredly. “You know dad’s a tough cookie.”
Eli shuffled towards the bed and fell on his knees in front of it, putting his chin on the bed. He leaned on his side, putting half of his weight on Stiles’ legs. His big eyes didn’t leave his dad’s still body.
Stiles wanted to hug his little boy so much, but it will have to wait. For now he just nudged Eli with his toes, making him look up at him.
“I’m proud of you, Eli,” he said quietly. Eli squeezed his eyes shut and put his temple against Stiles’ knee, breathing harshly. “You shifted. That’s amazing.”
“Lot of good it did,” Eli muttered. “If I was faster…”
“Nuh-uh, the guilt wagon is stopping right now,” Stiles shook his head. “Dad wouldn’t have risked taking you with him back to that inside-out place. None of this is your fault, kiddo.”
Eli sniffed.
Suddenly, Derek grunted something under his breath. All attention instantly zeroed on the wolf, both his mate and his son waiting with bated breath for another sign of consciousness. One of Derek’s hands, lying closest to the edge, moved bit by bit, until it reached Stiles’ knee.
Eli sniffed once again, then carefully took his dad’s hand, mindful of still healing burns, and put it on Stiles’ knee, then laid his head on top. Clever pup, letting his Alpha know his pack was here.
“Eli,” Derek breathed out, his eyelids fluttering.
“Shh,” Stiles shushed immediately, lightly caressing his cheek with his glowing hand. “He’s alright.”
“Stiles.”
“I’m here, love. You’re safe.”
Derek relaxed once again, falling into much needed sleep.
“See,” Stiles said with a relieved smile, looking down at Eli, who finally had some hope in his puppy eyes and a wobbly smile on his lips. “Everything’s gonna be alright.”
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Hey! Remember the above moodboards? Remember I promised a fic? Well guess what? I did it! Chapter 1 is uploaded and while the chapters will be released on a schedule I can confirm they are all written. Hope you like it :)
Not all treasure is silver and gold (1/10 | Mature)
Can you believe it is almost exactly a year since I said I was going to write this?
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And there were some wonderful beans that might want to know I wrote this. Please let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from this list:
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Couples Costume
Sheriff Stilinski has the job of chaperoning the school dance when he realises his son is wearing one half of a couple’s costume and he wants to know who has the other half.
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“Jackson,” Sheriff Stilinski said warningly.
The young man jumped, snatching his arm back from the punch bowls and quickly hiding the silver flask behind his back as he turned to face the Sheriff.
“Hello, sir,” Jackson said, feigning innocence.
He flashed a charming smile, but it had no affect on John.
John levelled him with an unwavering look and he held out his hand, motioning for Jackson to hand the flask over.
Jackson bowed his head, looking guilty as he moved his hand from behind his back and handed over the flask.
“You can pick it up from the station tomorrow,” John said.
“What?” Jackson objected.
“I’m not going to let you spike the punch and I’m not going to give you back a flask of alcohol before you drive home?” John asked.
Jackson tensed. “Are you going to tell my parents?”
“Not if you don’t try this again,” John promised.
Jackson nodded.
“Now, go on,” John said, nodding towards the crowd.
Jackson hurried back over to his group of friends.
John shook his head, sliding the flask into the inside pocket of his windcheater.
He looked around the large space of the school gym. The large room had been decorated for the Halloween dance; with a canopy of white fabric and orange, purple and black streamers strung from the ceiling to make it look like a tent, strings of lights followed the curves of the fabric and trailed down the walls, and stacks of jack-o-lanterns that the students had carved.
There were a few tables set up around the corners of the room with orange table cloths draped over them and fake candles sitting in the middle of the table to light them.
Students moved around the space, dressed in costumes; standing in small groups around the edges of the hall, talking, or joining the crowd in the middle of the hall, dancing.
A familiar face emerged from the crowd, making his way over to John.
Stiles’ hair had been coloured with pink on one side and blue on the other, matching the eye shadow that Lydia had put on him. He had tattooed painted on him with eyeliner. He had a thick choker with silver letters spelling out PUDDIN around his neck.
He wore a pair of tight red pleather pants with a studded belt, a jacket that was split in half – one side red and the other blue – and a slightly torn tee-shirt with curved black lettering that read ‘Daddy’s Lil Monster’. The shirt was cropped short and slightly torn at the bottom, revealing a glimpse of Stiles’ toned abs and slender waist. To complete the look, he carried around a foam replica of the baseball bat from Suicide Squad.
“Hey, kiddo,” John greeted.
“I thought chaperones had to dress up too?” Stiles asked, looking his dad up and down.
“I did dress up,” John replied. “I’m a Sheriff.”
Stiles levelled him with an exasperated look.
“Forget about me,” John said, changing the subject. He pointed at Stiles’ costume. “Harley Quinn, right?”
“Yeah,” Stiles said, looking down at himself. “I wanted the more classic red and black look, but this was all they had available.”
“Now, if I remember rightly, that costume was marketed as a couples costume,” John said, looking his son up and down. “So, where’s your Joker?”
“Poison Ivy, actually,” Stiles replied.
“Let me guess… Lydia,” John guessed.
“No,” Stiles answered. “She’s Daphne.”
“Daphne?” John repeated, confused.
“From Scooby Doo,” Stiles explained.
“Allison?”
“She’s Velma,” Stiles answered. “Lydia’s Daphne, Isaac’s Fred, Allison’s Velma, and Scott’s Shaggy—he’s even carrying around a Scooby Doo plushie.”
“Okay, so who’s your Ivy?” John asked. He waved dismissively. “It doesn’t matter—I want a photo of you two, so take me to them.”
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Agent McCall: You’re telling me, a deadly supernatural predator who wouldn’t hesitate to kill threatened you, and you...
Stiles: I married him.
(original)
#teen wolf#sterek#agent mccall#rafael mccall#matthew del negro#stiles stilinski#mieczyslaw stiles stilinski#dylan o'brien#dylan obrien#source: celestialvoid fanfiction tumblr
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what if werewolves were real but they were all heterosexual
what if you didnt send me hate mail
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