Tuesday, July 22, 2014

sinyhale:

“So,” Stiles starts, “What’s happening with your werewolfy powers and why is psycho uncle getting stronger?”

Derek sighs, “I don’t know.”

[based on the sneak peek for 4x06]

:: for Bubbles and qhuinn <3

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Monday, July 21, 2014

BUCKYHALES’ ~REAL WOLF~ RECLIST

buckyhales:

Wolf!Stiles:

I’m Hunting On The Night -

Cute AU where Stiles is a werewolf and gets stuck in his wolf form long enough to be found by Derek (a hunter) and somehow becomes his friend and companion.

Wolf!Derek:

A Dying Breed That Still Believes - 

Gorgeous, slightly angsty wing!fic, in which Stiles was born with wings like is mother, that he can hide with difficulty. I love wing!fic so much, and its rare to find in the Teen Wolf fanodm!! Lots of h/c, Derek petting the wings, JUST BEAUTIFUL

A Simple Life -

AU, Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, (who is adorable) and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.

Actual Puppy Derek Hale -

AU, hunters put a collar on Derek and he becomes stuck in his wolf form for the forseeable future. And he somehow becomes Stiles’ pet dog. Adorable dog!Derek hijinks, great fun.

Coffee Housing -

Superhero AU, an alien virus that rewrites human DNA is accidentally unleashed in a series of small towns and eventually larger cities. It kills 90% of those who come into contact with it (referred to as ‘drawing the Black Queen’). However, 9% mutate into deformed creatures (known as ‘Jokers’) and the remaining 1% gain superpowers (known as ‘Aces’). A percentage of the Aces are referred to as ‘Deuces’, acquiring useless or ridiculous powers. The airborne virus eventually spreads all over the world, affecting tens of thousands. Really great, don’t let the complicated summary put you off. 

Lay Your Armour Down -

Secret Agent AU. CIA agent Stiles Stilinski is given an undercover assignment he has to share with a werewolf (enter NSA agent Derek Hale) to investigate a series of werewolf deaths in the area. Long, slow build fic with awesome badassness, great read!

Monster at the End of the Book - 

Apocalypse AU, Shifters are everywhere threatening the safety of the Beacon Hills sanctuary, and its up to Stiles and the rest of them to keep everyone safe. Magic!Stiles, pining, protective!Derek, everything I need from an apocalypse AU!!!

Red Against the Snow -

AU, Stiles car breaks down on his way to visiting his grandma, and gets stuck in a blizzard, saved only by the mysterious hot hermit man living in the woods. Also there is a wolf that Stiles wants to adopt.

The Importance of Turning Around Three Times Before Lying Down -

Fluffy cuteness, Stiles finds a dog injured by a car and takes him home. I cannot with how much I loved this fic, actual wolf!Derek is just kryptonite to me!

The Truth is Totally Our There (dibs!) -

Funny and cute AU where the human race has just found out aliens exist, and the first visitors are due to arrive when they end up crashlanding near where Stiles goes running. AKA the Hales are aliens and Derek is awful at communicating. 

The Unicorn’s Keeper -

Fluffy short AU where Stiles gets roped into being a unicorn keeper for the rest of his life, which he likes for the most part…except for the eternal celibacy rule along with the hot werewolf who frequently visits the abbey. Lovely. 

The Wolf That Heard Crying -

Angsty hurt/comfort fic with actual wolf!Derek. Derek comes back to his house only to find a human boy already their, stinking of grief and crying his heart out.

Walking Into Darkness - 

Post 3b (Allison is still alive though) snuggling hurt/comfort fic. Derek finds Stiles having a panic attack in the supermarket, and helps him out. I really loved this!

What I Did On My Summer Vacation - 

AU, Stiles comes to live with his Dad during college vacation in their new hometown Beacon Hills, where everything is extremely…weird. Like the way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life. Perfect long, plotty, magic!Stiles and wolf!Derek fic, superb read!

Winter Wonderland - 

Christmas fic, Stiles is the abominable snowman (he is the most fluffy and adorable okay), Scott is a Christmas elf and Derek is the Great Wolf and everything is really fluffy and weird!

You Are The Moon -

An AU where everyone knows about werewolves, werewolves do a full-shift, and everyone thinks Derek is dead. Until a wolf follows Stiles home and takes over Stiles’ bed. Cute and a bit angsty, but really lovely.

No werewolves, just wolves (and a kitten):

*As Though The Air Protects You -

RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AU in which Deaton is still a mysterious magical vet, Kate Argent is still a criminal socipath, and Stiles isstilla crime-solving magical kitten. FLUFF FLUFF EVERYWHERE

Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight -

Plot twist: They are all actual wolves. I’M EVEN SATISFIED WITH WOLF CUDDLING OKAY THAT IS HOW MUCH I LOVE IT and this is super cute, lots of Derek taking care of Stiles

Feral!Derek :S

Lock All The Doors Behind You -

Derek goes missing, and Stiles is supremely unconcerned. That is, until the pack finally find their Alpha, dirty, naked and out of his mind. Angsty hurt/comfort, with feral!Derek for most of the fic. Definitely worth a read.

Make Peace With Your Demons -

When Peter poisons Derek with wolfsbane, Stiles makes a choice. He’s not going to lose. Hurt/comfort, established relationship, non con (in that Derek is forced to force Stiles after being infected by wolfsbane).

Some Kind Of Karmic-Chi Love Thing - 

Post 3A fic, where Derek Hale comes back to Beacon Hills stoned and happy. Stiles tries not to resent him for it, and mostly fails. Glorious slow build, a big misunderstanding on Stiles’ part, angst and loveliness. 

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments - 

An AU in which magic!Stiles is captured and held hostage in the same room as a feral werewolf!Derek, and they eat a lot of fast food while they try to get out. Amazingly good - this also has some really great art to go with it!! Wow people are talented…

helenish:

ecarian:

eeames:

TEEN WOLF AU: Derek gets daily affirmations from Tyler Hoechlin

Inspired by this post, what if every time Derek Hale says something negative about himself, Hoechlin will burst in out of nowhere and tell him that “it’s not true” and whenever Derek tries to argue, Hoechlin will say something positive about Derek and bro-hug him and pat him on the shoulder? (No one loves Derek more than Hoechlin)

“What’s a cheat day?” Derek mumbled finally at his hands.

“Only the best thing ever,” Tyler said, cheery, and clapped him on the shoulder and had him drive them an hour out of town so no one could recognize or harass him, turned on the radio to soft blues and settled easy in the passenger seat, had him pull up at a cozy mom-n-pop ice cream place to get waffle cones with strawberry—his favorite—and then out for sticky cinnamon buns and sweet peach slushies, and when dinner rolled around a couple hours later, found them a hazy, low ceiling, decently populated, honest-to-god, tavern with barrels for bar stools—

“Is the smoke going to be a problem?” Tyler asked, worried now. That was weird; his face was so expressive. When he smiled, he looked like someone you’d like to get to know better. 

“No,” Derek said; it wasn’t too big a deal. “It’s fine.”

They found a seat, a neat square of a table, two chairs, Tyler took the wobbly one, kitty-corner to him out of the way of the foot traffic, near the wall so Derek could put his back to it. When their sever slithered up from the bar, she took a good long look at them, handed them waters, laughed and said, friendly and smiling, “Aw, sorry boys, you’re a couple days late for twin night. Brothers?” she laughed again. “You never know, I’ve seen some pretty convincing cousins.”

“Oh,” Derek said, hunching, “Well—” you can’t just say it, he knew, Scott didn’t like it, nobody did—

“Yeah,” Tyler interrupted, watching him and then grinning hugely, leaning back and clapping a hand once more on Derek’s shoulder, effortlessly charming and happy. Derek huddled around his water, quietly jealous, but leaned a little into it. “Guess who’s older. No don’t—it’s me,” and laughed again with her. “What do you have on tap?”

She listed off her stock by rote, and Tyler picked out two and then a side of nachos, deluxe, and wings, and some crunchy potato peels, and halfway through the crackly, juicy skin of one of the wings, Derek said at a hush, “I like cheat days.”

Tyler was quiet and then said, “Anytime.”

(spiritual successor to this)

——-

Bonus: 

“—and anyway, Dylan’s a really good kisser so it wasn’t too awkward to shoot,” Tyler was saying.

Derek choked on his beer. 

!!!!!!!

"But you, um, act it like that? Like we’re—. Like you’re—" Derek said cautiously, and the corner of Tyler’s mouth dipped into a frown; it was the most like what Derek saw in the mirror that he’d seen him look yet.

"We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to," he said. "If it’s—uncomfortable for you, that’s fine. I don’t want you to think that I—"

"He’s a lot younger than me," Derek blurted out. 

"Yeah," Tyler said. "But I guess. I always thought Derek sort of stopped after—" he hesitated, eyes flickering to Derek’s face, and then sighed and said, "after Kate, for a while. And Stiles grew up too fast after his mom died, so."

"Yeah," Derek said.

"It’s just stuff I made up," Tyler said gently. "It doesn’t mean anything about how you—"

"I know it’s not real," Derek said, embarrassed at how raw his voice sounded. "I’ve—we’ve never. that never happened. And Stiles wouldn’t—uh, I think he likes girls."

"Well, it didn’t really—it was a dream sequence, actually," Tyler said. "On the show."

"Oh," Derek said. Tyler took a sip of his beer, watching him quietly over the rim of his glass. "My dream?" Derek said.

"Hm?" Tyler said.

"On the show," Derek said, tracing his finger through the condensation on the bar. "It was you—my dream, right? sort of a one-sided, weird, um. pathetic—"

"It was Stiles’ dream," Tyler said. "You want another round?"

"Yes, please," Derek said.

Friday, July 18, 2014

geeky-sova:

My sketch for The Walls Are Breathing In (chapter 5) by Beth 

I wasn’t really going to draw for this chapter but then THAT KISS happened and Beth killed me… and I just had to draw something, even if it’s just this ^^;

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Anonymous said: the one where ross and rachel take a break or the one with the morning after :-) this is such a cool idea btw!!

heroderekhale:

The One With The Morning After

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Stiles was confused.

Okay, so he’s woken up in Derek’s bed: not confusing.  They’d had sex: again, not confusing.  Derek still being there: not that confusing, it is his apartment.  Derek holding Stiles tight like he’s something precious: CONFUSING.

It’s not like he expected to be kicked out at first light, but this is — they hadn’t even talked about what they were to each other before this.  Stiles doesn’t need a definition, not really; his life is a stitched together tapestry of things that never quite make sense, but he feels like he and Derek need something to help them along.  That maybe he and Derek both deserve more than guesswork.

Derek’s not even awake yet, his arms wrapped around Stiles so tightly that Stiles is kind of amazed he can breathe.  There’s a tickle at the back of Stiles’ neck where Derek’s breath hits his skin, and Stiles can feel the rise and fall of Derek’s chest as he breathes steadily.  It’s comforting in ways Stiles didn’t know it could be.

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bleep0bleep:

halffizzbin:

swingsetindecember:

WHERE IS THE FIC WHERE STILES CALLS TECH SUPPORT ON HIS FIRST DAY BUT GETS THE MAINLINE FOR JUNIOR VP DEREK HALE AND DEREK JUST IS HELPFUL

AND STILES JUST CALLS BACK

WHENEVER

HE CAN’T PRINT OR WHATEVS. SO DEREK IS LOADING PAPER DOWN ON THE 28TH FLOOR WHEN HE SHOULD BE ON 49TH IN A MEETING WITH HIS SISTERS 

"Anyway, you can just tell this company is being grossly mismanaged,” Stiles tells Derek around the Twizzler he just shoved into his mouth.

"I agree," Derek says, head buried in the side panel of the malfunctioning copier. 

"Resources are clearly available," Stiles continues, sounding like he’s pacing back and forth near Derek’s feet; "but they aren’t being utilized fully!"

"Mmhmm." Derek smiles to himself. "I hear the Vice President never even went to business school. He even skips out on the budget meetings, most days."

"What a hack," Stiles sighs. "Hey, do you want some candy? What am I saying, look at you. Of course you don’t eat candy.”

Derek is grateful that there’s a plastic panel hiding his overheating face. “I prefer the grape ones, actually, but sure.”

"Eugh, gross.” Stiles has to crouch down next to him to give him the candy, pressing right into his side. “Like, for example: okay, you’re clearly really smart, I can tell. Despite your seriously gross taste in Twizzlers. They’re wasting you in this position.”

Derek coughs, trying to focus on locating the paper jam. It’s been so long since someone said anything like that to him that he can’t actually tell if Stiles is being sarcastic or not.

"Thank you?" he tries, after a too-long pause.

"Anytime," Stiles says, palm warm between Derek’s shoulder blades. "Although, in a strictly literal sense, I have to admit that this position really works for you.”

Derek hits his head on the paper tray.

Derek isn’t sure why he let this charade go on for over three weeks, it’s just that whenever Stiles ends up calling his line he can’t help but talk to him; it isn’t actually too difficult to Google whatever problem Stiles is having with his computer or whatever, and it actually usually is something really lame, like “how do I take a screenshot” and “I got disconnected to the main server again,” which honestly happens to everyone, you just have to kick your router a little bit. And it’s more entertaining than budget meetings, that’s for sure. 

It’s just that he really likes his conversations with Stiles. A lot. Okay, maybe he just likes Stiles. 

So Derek is surprised one morning when he’s finally decided he should just go ahead and ask Stiles out one of these days when he doesn’t get a call. Stiles usually calls in once or twice by noon at least, even if it’s just to complain about the coffee in the breakroom. 

When Derek walks by Stiles’ desk and finds it empty, not just of Stiles, but in fact all his personal belongings have been swept into a cardboard box. Horrified, Derek raps on the cubicle next to him. “Hey, do you know where Stiles is?” 

The guy, A. Greenberg by his nameplate, just shrugs. “Stiles came into work as usual and then he was flipping through the company phonelist, started freaking out about something and just packed everything up. He said he was going to HR.” 

Derek dashes towards the elevator, making it to the ninth floor where Human Resources is just in time. He barges in office after office, making quick apologies, and finally finds Stiles with an exasperated and bored looking Erica Reyes. 

"You can’t file a sexual harassment claim against yourself, Mr. Stilinski," she’s saying. "Ah, hello, Mr. Hale," she says when she sees Derek at the door.

Stiles turns, face flushing red. “Ah— I am so sorry Der— I mean, Mr. Hale, I really didn’t know, I mean, this morning all my phone presets were gone so I had to reprogram everything, and then when I called IT and asked for Derek’s line, they said they didn’t have a Derek, and then when I looked through the phonelist, I realized the only Derek was—” 

"It’s fine," Derek says. "Erica, can you just forget this—" 

"Sure," she says, grinning at him. 

"Stiles—" Derek pulls him into the hallway. "Were you seriously trying to fire yourself for flirting with me?" 

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imaginedgateway:

Made a movie poster for a fan-fiction I was reading. It was really interesting and I really wanted to create a movie poster for it. I’m not really good with posters but I really want to do it.
Original story by bilboo (Ao3 @perkynurples)
Summary:
Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an… adventure?

imaginedgateway:

Made a movie poster for a fan-fiction I was reading. It was really interesting and I really wanted to create a movie poster for it. I’m not really good with posters but I really want to do it.

Original story by bilboo (Ao3 @perkynurples)

Summary:

Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an… adventure?

Monday, July 14, 2014

Sterek Long Distance AU (part one | part two).

.

"Did you mean it?"

It’s the first thing that leaves Stiles’ mouth, once the tiny pixels of Derek’s screen make up his face. Cheeks all flushed and splotchy, the soft pink of his tongue darting out to lick his lips in that tell-tale nervous habit of Stiles.

"Mean what?" Derek replies, elbows bracing on his knees as he leans forward in his chair. His laptop is sitting on the smooth bedsheets of his mattress, a healthy distance away from his hands that keep curling into themselves because reaching out to touch is not an option. Instead he watches Stiles’ mouth screw in discontent at the way Derek’s eyes regard him teasingly. Like this is a game, just their normal banter.

But then Stiles’ brows furrow tight and his mouth sets in a pinched line, small grooves digging in at the corners.

"No," he says sharply, "you don’t get to do that." and Derek’s face takes on a stuttered loss of confusion. "You don’t get to make light of this, Derek, not when I do you even know what that message did to me? When you said that no, you don’t get to act like this is a joke.” his voice falters, cracks a little, for a moment letting all of that seventeen-year old vulnerability spill forth, all soft and breakable and so so young.

"Okay," Derek whispers, and it’s meant to come out stronger but god he can barely breathe, chest all tight and squeezing painfully around his ribs.

Stiles gives a slow nod, pupils blown wide. Runs his tongue along his bottom lip again, watches Derek’s mouth when Derek catches the movement with his eyes.

"So if I ask" he says and Derek says "Yes," and then "Just

"Will you come to prom with me?"

It’s said so softly, like Stiles is holding his breath too, but it sounds so loud in the still-quiet of Derek’s apartment, shatters through the staccato echo of his own breathing.

Yes,” and god it sounds like seven months of waiting and alone and relief in just that single word.

There’s a moment, where Stiles’ face doesn’t seem to register having heard Derek’s reply at all. He’s all crouched into the screen, breathing open and heavy.

"Wow," he breathes out, soft and reverent, like it’s the best thing that Stiles has ever been told. He laughs, a surprised burst from his mouth and he tries to smother it with his hand, long fingers tugging at the delicate skin of his face and distorting his features when he lets his hand drag away. "Wow," he says again, all teeth and stupid wide grin that makes Derek smile back, lips pulling back so hard it hurts.

"So you’re coming back, yeah?" Stiles says, "Just for prom, I know, but oh my god, Derek, you’re coming back.”

Derek nods, can’t seem to get that grin off of his own face, and he can’t seem to say anything in return. Because he’s afraid that if he does it might be something stupid like I miss you or god i’ve been going insane without you or what he’s been wanting to say since that last call, something utterly inane and perfect like I love you.

And Stiles’ chin jolts forward with another startled laugh, his shoulders shaking with the mirth tumbling from his bright bright eyes. He tilts his head almost fondly as he looks at Derek.

"I love you too, you ridiculous idiot. And don’t even think of booking a hotel because you’re staying in our guest room, or at least that’s where we’ll let Dad think you’re staying. I’m going to spend every minute of your time here all over you.”

(Derek purchases a plane ticket that evening.

It’s one way.)

eeames:

What’s more fun than this screencap of bb!hoech? (Re)reading these fanfics!
you’re the dream unicorn by nokomis
a unicorn stalks derek
chase your own by kellifer_fic
derek has a feels!tail
say uncle by mscee
derek pretends to be a single dad
yarn over &amp; pull through by seraphina_snape
derek is CrochetKing and runs a youtube channel
i’ll always be falling, yeah by meggitymeg
stiles can’t bring himself to hate derek hale; high school au!
the house that bark built by nagia
stilinskis take in laura and derek after the fire; also dogs!
werewolf puberty by scottydelgados
derek is a late bloomer
laundromate by drunktuesdaze
clean, single, looking for a mate
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eeames:

What’s more fun than this screencap of bb!hoech? (Re)reading these fanfics!

  • say uncle by mscee
  • derek pretends to be a single dad
  • laundromate by drunktuesdaze
  • clean, single, looking for a mate

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Friday, July 11, 2014
lycanthropos:


HIGH SCHOOL AU #1chestnut kisses | E | 17,243 | warningsSummary: a kissing game goes horribly wrong. tags: #nohalefire, #angstSo Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started | E | 21,801 | warningsSummary: He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked. He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows. tags: #nohalefire, #werewolvesareknown, #mates, #claiming, #scentingIt’s Always Been You, Dumbass | T | 11,028Summary: “Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands. “We should?” “Yeah!” “But… Do you even care about photography?” “Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.” tags: #obliviousderek, #nerdderek, #jockstilesFly a Little Faster | T | 32,052Summary: Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain? Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right? tags: #timetravel

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lycanthropos:

HIGH SCHOOL AU #1

chestnut kisses | E | 17,243 | warnings
Summary: a kissing game goes horribly wrong.
tags: #nohalefire, #angst

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started | E | 21,801 | warnings
Summary: He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked. He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
tags: #nohalefire, #werewolvesareknown, #mates, #claiming, #scenting

It’s Always Been You, Dumbass | T | 11,028
Summary: “Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.
“We should?”
“Yeah!”
“But… Do you even care about photography?”
“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”
tags: #obliviousderek, #nerdderek, #jockstiles

Fly a Little Faster | T | 32,052
Summary: Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain? Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?
tags: #timetravel

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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

avelera:

avelera:

bilboo replied to your post “bilboo replied to your post: bilboo replied to your post:bilboo rep… …”

TOO TRUE. as someone who has managed to survive dozens of large family dinners including the sackville-bagginses, and had to navigate countless seating arrangements and brewing arguments, bilbo definitely knows a whole lot about diplomacy lbr

What the dwarves don’t understand is that “perfectly respectable” is actually a title of some note in the Shire, and not one given idly. In truth, it is far more fearsome than “Bullroarer” for it requires quite a bit more work than simply being tall and slaying a few goblins on the battlefield. 

To be “perfectly respectable”? To never have a single social faux pas, to not have had one dinner party gone awry, to serve tea at exactly the same time every day, remember the family trees to the tenth degree of all your acquaintances after having just met them? To never need to ask a name twice, or stepped on a single toe while dancing? That requires a level of political acumen that is truly terrifying to behold, and Bilbo was held in fearful awe by the other Shire folk as a result of it. None dared cross him except the equally formidable Lobelia, and their duels were the stuff of legend. 

It was said that Bilbo could ruin a hobbit’s reputation for life simply by pausing before he says “thank you.” That he once ended a twenty year blood feud and had the heirs to both families married before the end of the month simply by inviting one of their aunts over for tea. And the only reason he did it was because the feud meant he once had to take the long way ‘round the market, because to do otherwise would be to accidentally ally oneself with one side or the other in the complicated and byzantine world of Shire favoritism. 

This begins to dawn on Thorin slowly over time, as with a few well-planned dinner parties, Bilbo has resolved centuries of tension between Mirkwood and Erebor. Most baffling of all, at some point Thorin agreed that Kili and Tauriel could be wed to seal the alliance and he doesn’t remember saying yes. One day he does in fact confront Bilbo on this, but respectfully, because he’s begun to realize that there’s politics, played by lesser mortals for such trivial things as kingdoms and gold, and then there is this

"Well someone had to do it," Bilbo said, without looking up from the thank-you cards he was writing in perfect flowing Sindarin to the Elvenking for coming around to tea at his request the month before. "These are trifles, my dear, don’t worry your head about it. I will let you know if anything truly difficult comes up."

Bilbo led to the death of three trolls once by discussing cooking recipes with them. He doesn’t just get Thorin to agree to things, he has them signed, sealed, and sent to all four corners of the kingdom while Thorin is still nodding and saying “Yes, ghivashel”. Thorin feels like he should be annoyed by this, but so far nothing bad has happened and in the long years of Thorin’s life, he has never found anything more unsettling than when nothing bad happens

bleep0bleep:

Fly A Little Faster by mirrorkill (Rated Teen, 32k)

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Monday, July 7, 2014
bleep0bleep:

devildoll:

"Stiles, wait. Don’t leave. Just let me—Stiles, please don’t leave.”

"What, you want to explain?" Stiles laughs mirthlessly, grabbing the duffel bag and heading for the door. He isn’t even bothering with shoes, just wearing his underwear, on his way to angrily storming out of Derek’s life. "You don’t get to explain, okay, I get it. This wasn’t ever— anything, how could I have been so blind. The secretive phone calls, the late nights from work, you think I’m stupid, Derek?" 
"No, no I don’t," Derek says helplessly. His world is crumbling down around him, and it’s like his mind isn’t even working right now, all he can see is Stiles walking over the threshold of their shitty apartment that they share together, betrayal and hurt written all over his face. 
"A fucking second checking account, Derek, you asshole, with payments going out every month, no, I don’t think you can explain that away with ‘just trust me,’ anymore, can you, when we can’t even get our hot water fixed and you’re spending thousands and thousands on God-knows-what,” Stiles hisses vehemently. “And you can’t tell me what it is? I thought I was—” Stiles takes a deep breath, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clutching the bag. “I thought I was everything to you,” he says in a small voice. 
Derek can’t even say anything, it would ruin everything— but how does that matter now, when Stiles says bitterly, “I guess I thought wrong,” and slams the door, footsteps echoing down the hallway. 
Fuck everything.
Derek jolts back to life somehow, darting to the bedroom, heaving the heavy frame aside. He feels along the cracks in the floor, popping the compartment open and grabbing the paperwork and the tiny blue velvet box, and rushes for the door. 
Stiles is halfway down the street, a sad sight in his boxer briefs, holding his duffel bag defiantly and cursing at some laughing onlookers. Derek runs like his life depends on it, concrete cold beneath his bare feet. He catches up to Stiles just as a taxi cab pulls up, and he’s heaving, catching his breath.
Stiles turns around and gives him a cold look. “No, whatever you’re going to say—” 
"Stiles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was going to be a surprise,” Derek says lamely, shoving the deed into Stiles’ hands, the small box quivering as it slides down the stack of papers. “Please don’t leave me,” Derek says.
"What the fuck is this?" Stiles says, flipping through the papers— contracts, reports— the deed. His eyes go wide when he sees the picture of one of the progress reports from the contractor— the farmhouse standing tall, bright red paint contrasting the green glade behind it. His voice wobbles when he repeats, "What is this?" but gone is the angry tone, it’s just disbelief now. "Derek, this is the house—"
"The house you told me about years ago, the one you said on our third date would be your dream house, I— I bought it, and I’ve been fixing it up the way you always told me you wanted it," Derek stammers. Stiles’ fingers hesitate on the lid of the box. "I was going to—" 
Stiles opens the box and there’s a gleaming ring inside. “Oh my God,” he says. 
"You two gonna get in the cab or what?" the driver snaps. 
"Go away, I’m trying to get proposed to here!" Stiles yells back at him, and the driver huffs and takes off. 
"So is that a—" Derek starts. 
"Yes, you idiot, yes!" Stiles flings his arms around Derek, hopping up in his excitement, legs wrapping around his waist and Derek swings him around a little giddily. "I can’t believe you let me think the worst of you," he says, kissing Derek soundly on the mouth.
"This wasn’t how the proposal was supposed to go," Derek says when they break for air. 
Stiles laughs brightly. “Tell me all about it, you romantic sap. You can even do it again, if you like. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”
Derek grins. “Well, there were going to be rosepetals all over the floor of the new house…” 

bleep0bleep:

devildoll:

"Stiles, wait. Don’t leave. Just let me—Stiles, please don’t leave.”

"What, you want to explain?" Stiles laughs mirthlessly, grabbing the duffel bag and heading for the door. He isn’t even bothering with shoes, just wearing his underwear, on his way to angrily storming out of Derek’s life. "You don’t get to explain, okay, I get it. This wasn’t ever— anything, how could I have been so blind. The secretive phone calls, the late nights from work, you think I’m stupid, Derek?" 

"No, no I don’t," Derek says helplessly. His world is crumbling down around him, and it’s like his mind isn’t even working right now, all he can see is Stiles walking over the threshold of their shitty apartment that they share together, betrayal and hurt written all over his face. 

"A fucking second checking account, Derek, you asshole, with payments going out every month, no, I don’t think you can explain that away with ‘just trust me,’ anymore, can you, when we can’t even get our hot water fixed and you’re spending thousands and thousands on God-knows-what,” Stiles hisses vehemently. “And you can’t tell me what it is? I thought I was—” Stiles takes a deep breath, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clutching the bag. “I thought I was everything to you,” he says in a small voice. 

Derek can’t even say anything, it would ruin everything— but how does that matter now, when Stiles says bitterly, “I guess I thought wrong,” and slams the door, footsteps echoing down the hallway. 

Fuck everything.

Derek jolts back to life somehow, darting to the bedroom, heaving the heavy frame aside. He feels along the cracks in the floor, popping the compartment open and grabbing the paperwork and the tiny blue velvet box, and rushes for the door. 

Stiles is halfway down the street, a sad sight in his boxer briefs, holding his duffel bag defiantly and cursing at some laughing onlookers. Derek runs like his life depends on it, concrete cold beneath his bare feet. He catches up to Stiles just as a taxi cab pulls up, and he’s heaving, catching his breath.

Stiles turns around and gives him a cold look. “No, whatever you’re going to say—” 

"Stiles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was going to be a surprise,” Derek says lamely, shoving the deed into Stiles’ hands, the small box quivering as it slides down the stack of papers. “Please don’t leave me,” Derek says.

"What the fuck is this?" Stiles says, flipping through the papers— contracts, reports— the deed. His eyes go wide when he sees the picture of one of the progress reports from the contractor— the farmhouse standing tall, bright red paint contrasting the green glade behind it. His voice wobbles when he repeats, "What is this?" but gone is the angry tone, it’s just disbelief now. "Derek, this is the house—"

"The house you told me about years ago, the one you said on our third date would be your dream house, I— I bought it, and I’ve been fixing it up the way you always told me you wanted it," Derek stammers. Stiles’ fingers hesitate on the lid of the box. "I was going to—" 

Stiles opens the box and there’s a gleaming ring inside. “Oh my God,” he says. 

"You two gonna get in the cab or what?" the driver snaps. 

"Go away, I’m trying to get proposed to here!" Stiles yells back at him, and the driver huffs and takes off. 

"So is that a—" Derek starts. 

"Yes, you idiot, yes!" Stiles flings his arms around Derek, hopping up in his excitement, legs wrapping around his waist and Derek swings him around a little giddily. "I can’t believe you let me think the worst of you," he says, kissing Derek soundly on the mouth.

"This wasn’t how the proposal was supposed to go," Derek says when they break for air. 

Stiles laughs brightly. “Tell me all about it, you romantic sap. You can even do it again, if you like. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”

Derek grins. “Well, there were going to be rosepetals all over the floor of the new house…” 

(Source: decisivo)

Monday, June 30, 2014

-mystik said: So, I sarted following you recently, and I love all things sterek you do/reblog and then I saw your post about the fanart with the fireflies and sterek and died with your tags because I thought I was the ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERED THAT RUROUNI KENSHIN SCENE. That's it. xD

sinyhale:

RIGHT???????

OMG IT’S JUST— that anime was my childhood and I think I’ve watched that scene SEVERAL times, so omg, okay, let’s just do the “same” dialogue here but with Sterek:

It’s a beautiful night but also a dreadful one. Stiles waits patiently near where the Hale house used to exist once. The wind is quiet just like the forest around him. He’s not sure why he decided to drive here, but staying home and just waiting wasn’t an option. How do you wait for someone that might not return? How does your heart beat steadily when you can’t keep your thoughts straight?

He waits. And he waits. The moonlight is dim, but as the night grows darker, hundreds of fireflies emerge around him. It’s—

"There are beautiful fireflies."

Stiles turns around quickly, “Derek!” He can’t even disguise his enthusiasm or hide his smile as Derek walks towards him, fireflies illuminating his features. But— something is not right. His face is grim; a sad smile that Stiles hasn’t seen in… years. “Derek?”

"Deaton is dead."

"Yeah, I know. Scott…"

"It was Peter."

Stiles’ eyes grow wide.

"I can’t let him go away with this. I have to go. I have to find him."

It’s not a surprise, not quite. But it’s still a shock. Everything was going to be okay. They all survived and— everything was suppose to go back to normal. And Derek—

Stiles turns to the side, “You’re leaving…” He stares at the fireflies, flying around them and he wonders how his heartbeat sounds to Derek’s ears, when he can barely feel anything at all. “Will you… come back?”

His voice is so low that Stiles thinks Derek probably didn’t even hear him, but a moment later Derek replies.

"I don’t know. This is something that I have to do."

Stiles looks straight at Derek, voice rising without him meaning to, “But— you don’t have to go alone, Derek! You can’t just keep doing things by yourself. You have us!” Derek doesn’t look at him or say anything. “We’re all like a pack. We’re in this together, Derek!”

"I can’t stay," Derek says. "If I stay, he’ll come back and I will endanger everyone. We can’t lose anyone else," Derek turns to face Stiles, "I can’t lose anyone else."

The fireflies around them seem unaware of what is going on, illuminating their faces as they stare at each other for far too long.

"When I first met you and Scott," Derek starts, "you told me that you weren’t afraid of me, yet you were," he smiles a little at that. "But you two never saw me as a monster. Neither of you were afraid to stand up to me. It was— infuriating at the beginning, but I was glad about it." Stiles tries hard not to advert his eyes. "Day after day, you two taught me that I could live in peace with my demons. And be happy again."

Stiles doesn’t even have time to react before Derek’s arms come around him to pull him into a tight embrace. 

"Thank you for everything," Derek whispers next to his ear. "For trusting me, for believing me."

Stiles tries to breathe, to say something or to simply hug Derek back, but he can’t. He feels Derek’s heart beating against his chest, but he can’t seem to feel his own.

"Goodbye, Stiles."

It’s like feeling the world falling apart around him. And only when Derek lets him go and turns around to leave, Stiles realizes that the fireflies are gone and all that’s left around him is darkness.

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Spoiler: he comes back :D

Living in the shades of Sterek fic (✿◠‿◠)

sinyhale:

Super cute short fic with mechanic!Derek and barista!Stiles :))
Amor Fati | E
If you want to erase the entirety of S3, this is THE fic ;_;
Stiles suspects that fate is what puts him and Derek together in dangerous situations and closed spaces, so he tries to do something about it. It’s not really a plan and it won’t necessary work as he expects. Such a good slow build dksfjk :)) also s2 feels! <3
as we share this simple night | E
Happens after S3b. Stiles can’t sleep. Derek can’t sleep. Derek helps Stiles. Stiles changes Derek’s world. Very emotional and so perfect ;_;
Black Out Days | T
You could say this is an amnesia fic, you could say this is pretend relationship fic, you could say this is a hurt/comfort fic, or, you could say this is was written by Stoney and leave it at that. Seriously, it’s perfect.
Cornerstore | E
This is a recent fic, but it’s now definitely part of the Top10 of the best Sterek fics this fandom has. Amazing plot. So many feels. Nothing seemed too much, everything was handled with such amazing respect and accuracy. I’ll forever rec it. This is the story of how blind!Stiles and PTSD!Derek find each other and start a new life, creating new memories and new beginnings. Beautiful and perfect. So damn perfect. Also, be sure to check the amazing fanart by maichan and tsumi. BREATHTAKING TBH!
here at the end of all things | M
I’m not a fan of apocalyptic aus but omg this was so good! Derek runs a survivor camp together WITH CHRIS ARGENT (bless) and they find Stiles almost dying. Angsty feels with such a good slow build. I would read more 50k of this tbh.
How Derek Got His Groove Back | E
Damn. Just. Wow. Okay. So, quick summary: kind of office au, architect!Derek, lawyer!Stiles, hot, very hot, too much tension.
I Stand Amid The Roar | T
Derek always dreamed about Stiles, even before he even met him! And this is how the pack was able to save Derek post 3b :))
Kiss The Cook | T
In one word: DELICIOUS!!
Knowledge | T
Stiles hides in Lydia’s room during her party, and shortly after Derek comes inside while running away from his stalker. I loved how natural everything felt :D
Like a Secret | E
Stiles can’t get it up after the Nogitsune events. Derek doesn’t really mind, actually, both of them are very keen and curious about this. Versatile Sterek!!
Lure The Wolf (Then Make Him Howl) | E
PWP. But so good. Versatile Sterek is my jam :D
Pick Me Up | T
Another fic that I wish it would become canon. It’s just so perfectly them, funny, exhausting and with great slow build.
There’s the Rub | E
I have a massage kink. Seriously. I wish this was longer because DAMN.
The Silence Between | E
This story starts before canon, mention of self harm and depression. It’s heartbreaking and beautiful. Stiles volunteers at the Beacon Hills Crisis Center, helping those in need of someone to talk to. Derek calls him one day and from there on they start helping each other. That’s… until Scott gets bitten by Peter. It follows canon until s2!
Sanctuary | M
Post 3B. I don’t know how S4 will be, but let me tell you how I would very much love this to be it. Allison is not physically present, but she’s there. ALL ALONG. It’s amazing. I love the plot and Kate’s motives. They feel real! Warning: disturbing scenes between Derek and Kate.
Somewhere in Between | T
The pen pal au… When it comes to fics that make you smile like an idiot for hours in a row and nothing seems to be able to wash way that happiness… this is one of them. I stayed up reading it until 5AM. On a weekday. So worth it!!!
UAW | T
That ficlet where Stiles meets his future husband at a restaurant.