Prompt: I would die and rise from the dead to read a fic where Derek is writing a diary.
Little talksby Vendelin [sterek| M| 5,387| 1/1| 14 Feb 2016] [stripper!stiles, shy!derek]
Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.”
Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”
It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.
In which Stiles is a stripper, and Derek is the always-polite regular at the club where he works.
“The Hales are dangerous, Lydia,” Jackson butted in, coming to Stiles’ rescue. “Haven’t you heard the rumors about how they eat newly turned weres on the night of the full moon?”
“Wha-” Stiles let out a strangled noise and Jackson patted him in fake sympathy, suppressing his usual cocky smile.
“Well, haven’t you heard the rumors about how they grow horns and a pointed tail and carry a pitchfork on other nights?” Allison countered, huffing out a soft laugh. “Those rumors are ridiculous,”
“Can we please stop talking about the Hales?” Stiles pleaded, shivering and tired, rubbing the towel over his flat dripping hair. “…especially Derek, who still scares me,” he swallowed hard.
[aka, even though Talia Hale’s first and foremost plan on moving to Beacon Hills was to “Clean up the Hale image”, Derek looked far too contented with his “Scaring the shit out of Stiles” plan. Just – he didn’t know Stiles was already of age and maybe transforming into something pretty badass any day]
After a lot of consideration over AO3′s rating system, I’ve decided how I’m going to categorize my fics from now on:
G – no dicks. Just none. Well, maybe a small baby with a penis pisses on the person changing that baby’s diaper (oh the family friendly laughs!), but that’s it. We’re the better for it.
T – dicks are alluded to, perhaps even mentioned, especially in respect to angst over teenage masturbation (heavy heavy angst), however, we know no details. In most cases, we don’t want to because it’d be a little creepy.
M – dicks factor heavily, and we know in pretty specific detail how those dicks are being used, and the direct results. But selections from the full spectrum of dick-related details are, tastefully or tauntingly, left out.
E – we know this dick. We know its veins and contours and twitches better than we know the back of our own hands, the smiles on our mothers’ faces, or the smell of our childhood homes.
Derek does his best to get out of the party, but despite his best efforts Erica somehow manages to convince him anyway. (The fact she mentions that Stiles Stilinski is going to be there, probably in tight jeans, is irrelevant.)Derek finds himself roped into a game of ‘Truth or Dare’ at a party and is dared to kiss Stiles.
Untitledby crossroadswrite [Sterek tumblr fic| high school AU + friends to lovers]
It was the summer that changed everything. It had begun sweet, with everything between Stiles and Derek still so new.
Then Stiles’ best friend Jackson became increasingly distant. His new friend Scott was busy with a summer job and a summer romance.
Most of Derek’s family died in a car accident.
The school year starts and Stiles doesn’t know where he stands with anyone. It used to be a lot simpler when everything was about lacrosse, about the easy rivalry between Derek’s team and Jackson’s. Now Stiles wants a change.
I Hate Youby LoveActually_rps [sterek| T| 2325| 1/1| 27 Dec 2015] [High school, growing up together, First kiss, Truth or dare]
“You know you love me…I know you care…” A sudden strangled noise beside him made Derek snap his eyes open. He huffed out an angry breath, pursing his lips, irritated at the interruption. It was Stiles. Stiles with bulging eyes, a red face and a hand clamped on his mouth. He was struggling to keep back his loud snort. Derek shot him a piercing glare, trying and failing to find his rhythm again.
So I started my Victoria Moroles tag with the wrong spelling (I kept spelling it Morales) so now I am stuck using the wrong tag because I am in too deep and far too lazy to go back and fix the tags on all the other posts
If you have xkit, there’s a tag replacer extension. You install the extension, then go to tumblr.com/blog/50-points-for-ravenclaw, and on the right hand side there’s a replace tags thing. It’s the best thing. You can also use http://tags.goose.im/ if you don’t have xkit installed/don’t want to mess with it.
shealwaysreads 