Happy birthday, @bellybaire! I hope it was stupendiferous, my Marchly compatriot. 😀
Stiles’ groan is like a living thing trying to erupt from
his body. He’s John Hurt, the rumbling dissatisfaction in his chest is
the alien and he knows who wins this game. He rolls over, everything
leaden with a heavy sleep, and smashes his head into his pillow.
Which doesn’t fluff up around his face, because it’s as flat
as a pancake.
His subconscious takes that opportunity to conjure up the smell of pancakes.
Rude.
It should conjure up real pancakes.
His subconscious is not being a bro today.
Stiles sniffs, deciding that’s massively disappointing on the pillow side of things. He picks it up and whips
it vaguely in the direction of the foot of the bed so it will know of his
burning hatred for it and pulls the comforter up around his ears, a crinkly sort of noise accompanying the movement. Because it’s not composed of threadbare cotton and jizz stains that won’t come out no matter how much Shout he pours on it.
Stiles blinks. Also, it’s green.
“This is not my bed.”
There’s a soft snort from the other side of the mattress and
a gruff voice says, “It’s really not.”
Stiles’ whole body stops. No blinking, no thinking, no
breathing, noother -ing at all. This is how the alien wins, obviously, it has Derek Hale come
in and stun its victims into a stupor.
Derek shifts and Stiles stiffly turns his head to look at
him. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed—or, more accurately, at the edge of his mattress
on the floor—in light jeans and a stretched, white, burnout t-shirt, knees bent and feet bare on the hardwood.
Stiles stares at his toes and feels warm all over.
Derek rubs a hand over his jaw. He’s shaved since
the last time Stiles saw him and he grunts out, “Someone named Scott called about eighty times.”
He looks at the floor and Stiles cranes his neck to look
over Derek’s broad back to see his phone plugged into a borrowed charger.
“I finally answered, told him where you were. I said you’d call
him when you woke up.”
Stiles swallows and Derek turns his head but not his body to
look back at him, raises his eyebrows like he’s waiting for a response.
Stiles doesn’t have one. He’s staring at the creases on the side of Derek’s face, the fading indentations that mean, until recently, Derek was asleep.
Presumably in the same bed.
As Stiles. With Stiles. Sleeping with Stiles. In bed. Together.
Stiles likes the anonymity, the security his pseudonym provides. Likes that there are entire forums dedicated to speculating about his identity: his gender, his sexuality, his age.
Of course, there’s one thing they all seem to agree on: he’s some sort of sex god.
Which is really, really awkward, because he’s a twenty-three year old virgin.
(Or: in which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.)
Hey @cascapaldi. I love a good long fic. I wasn’t sure what you consider long. So I went with over 25k. We also have a 50kto100k tag and an over 100k tag. Enjoy! – Anastasia
29,702 I Explicit I Sterek, Cora/Scott, Allison/Isaac I Office AU)
Stiles is just out of college and gets an amazing job with great pay. Now all he has to do is follow his supervisor Danny’s advice and cross paths with the man up stairs as little as possible. Sounds easy right? Not so much.
(6/9 I 29,977 I Explicit I Sterek, Jordan/Derek, Jordan/Stiles, Stiles/Jordan/Derek I ABO)
He quickly closed his laptop and laid back on his bed. Somehow he’d convinced himself to not only sign up for an online ABO hookup website, but to also meet up with not one, but two alphas to potentially sleep with and get him through his heat.
33,346 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison I Royalty AU)
Life hasn’t been kind to blacksmith Derek Hale. Only a month after he moved to the royal capitol of Beacon and started working as a way to escape his past, the royal family is brutally murdered by Deucalion, one of the king’s former generals, and his men. While the oncoming political instability hardly has any impact on him, two weeks later, Derek’s quiet and solitary life is nonetheless disturbed by the sudden appearance of three young men who were thought to be dead. One of whom changes his life in ways he could never have imagined; someone who, for the first time in years, makes him experience things he thought he’d never feel again. But then again, life has never been kind to Derek… Will this time be different?
33,996 I Explicit I Sterek, Allison/Isaac/Scott, Danny/Jackson, Sheriff/Melissa I D/s)
Just when Stiles is starting to reach panic-attack levels of stress, a leather jacket and firm thigh are pressed right up next to him, and an arm is casually thrown over his shoulder. Stiles looks up to thank this kind person who is saving his life, and suddenly forgets what air is.
Because HOT. DAMN. Call the police and the fire-man, this guy is smoking.
Or the AU where Derek helps save Stiles from an ex, and a steamy BDSM relationship ensues- with feelings all over the place.
42,158 I Mature I Sterek, Marrish, Berica, Scira, Jackson/Cora I Girl!Stiles)
“Come together… right now… over me!” Stiles sang as she sauntered over with their drinks, swinging and swaying her hips to the groove of the bass. Derek watched, entranced, as her breasts bounced with her movements; Derek knew it wasn’t the time to pop a woody, but that wasn’t stopping his body from reacting to the beautiful sight in front of him.
Derek and Stiles meet in a pretty damn normal setting, only they’re open enough about their pasts’ demons to let the other in.
44,925 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Berica I Human AU)
12 year old Stiles struggles with his ADHD a lot. After a particularly bad day, he meets the stuttering Derek at the park. They become friends right away, finally having found someone who understands. They continue to have secret meetings for about a year, when suddenly Derek disappears from Stiles’ life.
Stiles doesn’t take it well, but is able to cope with the loss. Until two years later he loses another person close to him, and then it’s just too much.
He breaks down.
If only he knew it is everything he needs to find Derek again.
52,913 I Explicit I Sterek, Draeden, Scira I Cuddling)
The nogitsune has wrecked Stiles nearly beyond repair. Scott enlists the help of a member of his pack to help right his brother (and hopefully also get said assignee right in the process).
aka
Derek and Stiles start cuddling to help Stiles exercise the demons and it works. Really, REALLY well.
70,311 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Berica, Derek/Lydia I Closeted!Derek and Stiles)
“Shit, Der.” Stiles shivers. “You promise when we get to the room—” “I’m going to lock the door, undress you, and make up for every minute of the past six weeks.” Derek grins when Stiles’s pupils blow wide with lust. “And we’re in the chapel, so you know I’m not lying.” “Forgive us, Father,” Stiles mutters, and grabs Derek’s hand. “For we are about to sin so hard.” ~~~~~~~~~ For the past four years Derek and Stiles have been roommates at St. Cecilia’s Catholic Boarding School. For the past two years, they have been secret lovers. Now, as senior year dawns, one boy begins to seriously consider coming out, while the other feels pressured by church and family to deny his identity. There’s also some Romeo and Juliet, a lot of fluff, a heap of angst, and Jeff Davis as a priest, because… reasons. In short, it’s the bare: the rock opera/Teen Wolf mashup that just wouldn’t get out of my head.
89,601 I Explicit I Sterek,Jydia, Scott/Isaac/Allison, Berica, Malia/Kira I Werewolf!Stiles)
It wasn’t supposed to go down the way it did. Christ, it wasn’t ever supposed to go down at all, if Stiles was being completely honest. Having an entire pack at his back who wouldn’t hesitate to shred someone should they even attempt to make a move against him had lulled Stiles into a false sense of security. He got to be too comfortable, too self-assured in his own survival. Overconfidence led to cockiness, led to taking too many unnecessary risks, led to Stiles finding himself in a position he never legitimately thought he’d be in.
Stiles was only ever supposed to be the boy who ran with wolves, not the boy who became one.
Or: When Stiles is fatally injured while on a mission with the pack, Scott makes the choice to turn him rather than letting him die. Stiles is an exceptional wolf, but struggles with control on the full moon, unable to find his anchor.
All of that could change when Derek returns from visiting Cora in South America.
“Him, you recommended, and he seems fit for the job,” Derek said, handing the application to her flashing a charming smile. “Stiles Stilinski, he’s going to carry my pup.”
This is 2/3 of a band called Too Many Zooz (they’re lacking their trumpeter here), the song is called ‘Flightning,’ and the genre is “brass house” (which i think they made up but hey i dig it). They have a handful of songs on Spotify and just successfully Kickstarted their first full-length album.
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