What’s this? Two rec lists in two days? I’ve seen a couple of these floating around and I wanted to contribute/challenge myself to go through some of my bookmarks and find some really good fics that have less than 2,000 kudos. I know most people usually do under 1,000 but there were some really good ones that had less than 2,000 and even that number to me seemed like a travesty. The ones that I’ve rec’d before (either in one of my favorites or as a themed rec list) will have ** next to them. The others will be ones that I haven’t gotten around to rec’ing yet. I have many more that fit this criteria but I decided to cap this one at 40 fics. Stay tuned for another!
When Stiles’ great Uncle Ben passes away, he inherits a cabin and 100
acres of land. What he didn’t expect to get out of the deal was a
mysterious wolf with five little cubs roaming around his property. He
has a feeling they are definitely more than they seem to be.
High school senior Derek Hale only has one goal for the rest of
his time left at BHHS: avoid Stiles Stilinski. He’s wreaked enough
havoc as it is, having spent all summer breaking Derek’s heart.
Everything would be better for both of them if they just never saw each
other again.
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Derek doesn’t plan on ever getting mixed up
with Scott McCall and his little gang of idiot friends. In fact, if he
knew to avoid it, he would, but he guesses he just isn’t smart enough.
Unfortunate, considering the consequences.
Derek has no idea why, but Stiles has this really horrible, absolutely unconscious habit of fondling himself. All the time. In public, in private, it doesn’t matter.
Really,
this is probably at least partially Derek’s fault. Because he didn’t
somehow stop Stiles’ behavior back when he’d had the chance, and the kid
apparently never learned not to touch himself in public. So now he’s
doing it enough that random people are taking videos of him fondling his
junk in his university classes. Oh god.
“I said,” the girl drawls, setting her elbow down in a saucer
of ketchup and grimacing. “That this whole soulmate thing is fucking
stupid. You’re supposed to find someone based off of the music they’re
listening to? How would you even know what was really stuck in your head
and what was in theirs? It’s complete shit.”
Derek, who
has had everything from Dancing Queen to the Barney theme song stuck in
his head all night, winces, and says abruptly, “I think my soulmate is
in middle school.”
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.)
Stiles is different. Stiles is not nice under any definition of
the word, he’s such an asshole. Sure, he’s a good guy deep down, he
punched Jackson square in the jaw when he mocked the McCall kid for an
asthma attack that one time, and Derek knows he helped Erica Reyes get
that video of her seizure taken down, but he’s so—
“Fuck off,
Derek.” Stiles tells him without sparing him a glance when Derek sits
next to him on chemistry. “I’m not up to play She’s All That with you,
dude.”
Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with
Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising
sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the
meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.
He just didn’t have the tan.
(Or, in which Stiles
is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa
and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)
“I need you to have sex with Derek Hale like yesterday,” Lydia
says, slamming her bag down on the table with more force than strictly
necessary, mouth a tight line of displeasure. Stiles chokes on his boxed
apple juice, sputtering, limbs flailing.
“Say it louder,” Stiles hisses, leaning forward so they can talk in low tones. “I don’t think they heard you in the back.”
In which Derek receives complimentary notes in his locker from a secret
admirer, and though it turns out they weren’t actually for him, things
turn out pretty well in the end.
The shout is loud enough that Derek freezes, although he does not
actually “unhand” Ernie because Ernie had stepped on something sharp
last night and his foot needed to be bandaged. And then he might need to
be given a small dose of a sedative so that he can actually get some
rest.
Away from the curious eyes of the nice people visiting the Beacon Hills Wildlife Sanctuary.
Particularly away from whoever is yelling at the top of their lungs around wild animals.
Or, an AU in which Derek is a zookeeper trying to keep his penguins
healthy and Stiles is a protester trying to keep them happy… There is a
bit of miscommunication.
Stiles thought he’d dodged the conversation for another year, then his dad brought it up over breakfast.
Stiles is seventeen and a few months into his
final year of school. It’s the perfect time to complete his fertility
rite, problem is the only alphas interested are all creepy, and related
to people he goes to school with.
Enter Derek Hale, grumpy bastard and lead alpha of the Hale pack. He’s the solution to all of Stiles’ problems.
Stiles Stilinski hasn’t been Sheriff for very long and dealing with the
aftermath of the attack against the Hales ends up being far more
complicated than he ever could have imagined.
When those words appeared
scrawled against the soft inside of his wrist, Derek’s first thought was
that his mate and him would be involved in some kind of accident and
they’d died in front of him. The thought used to scare him when he was a
kid, the thought of being responsible for someone’s last minutes, of
holding someone’s hand, brushing soft strands of hair out of their eyes
and assuring them everything would be just fine made his heart race and
forced his wolf into the surface.
The Spark had been cool. It had been small, manageable. He could do some funky stuff with Mountain Ash, all with the power of belief.
And
now here he is, his Spark blown wide open, apparently coming down with a
fatal case of magical overload, and all that stands between him and
bleeding out is a grumpy owl that looks suspiciously like a feathered
version of Derek Hale.
(In which Stiles learns he’s a witch, but
instead of a wand and a trip to Diagon Alley, he gets blood magic, a
grumpy and reluctant owl as his companion, and an accidental blood bond
with Derek Hale.)
Stiles says, “Derek,” and his voice is hoarse, like he’s still
unsure how to use his vocal chords even after all this time. They have
no idea how long Stiles was stuck as an otter, let alone trapped in that
cage. According to Dr. Martin, Stiles doesn’t even know.
Derek doesn’t say anything.
After a few minutes, Stiles sighs and gets up. There’s a rustle of
clothing, and Derek grits his teeth against the image of Stiles wearing
his things, and Derek doesn’t relax until he hears the door open and
close.
Derek senses that Stiles is his bonded as soon as he sees him in the
woods. He doesn’t want to be bonded with anyone because that’s a
terrible idea, so he avoids him. However, the bond won’t be so easily
dissuaded…
Derek isn’t sure why he buys the house. He doesn’t need the space,
that much is certain. While it’s not as big as the one Derek grew up in,
something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with
banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.
A curse allows Stiles to see the threads of love between everyone in the world.. unfortunately his own wrist is threadless. . .. . “I
hope you’ve truly learned your lesson young one. Love is a gift and
trying to help people find it is a rewarding pursuit. The sight will
leave you now, but remember the lesson.”
After Derek becomes a deputy, he notices Stiles coming around a lot and
hanging out with Deputy Parrish. And yeah, he’s kind of jealous because
he thought he and Stiles might have had… something.
The worst thing, ever, is being uninspired. There is literally nothing
worse than putting a pencil to paper and having nothing come out. So, of
course, when Stiles’ visual arts professor instructs the class to
sketch someone as detailed as they possibly can, and Stiles pulls up a
blank on people to draw, he wants to punch himself in the face.
I just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs,“
Derek types, painstakingly tapping the message out with one hand
because the other is occupied with keeping his beer tucked closely to
his chest. The noise in the place is about as bad as the press of bodies
and it’s already driving him a little insane. He has never regretted
having enhanced senses more than this moment. It’s louder than most
nightclubs in here.
“How did we end up as those bitter, jaded teenagers we both
hate?” Jackson wonders one day when they’ve run out of insults and are,
instead, sitting on the bleachers during lunch.
“Lost love?” Stiles suggests.
“I think maybe it’s because we’re still clinging to it,” Jackson says.
“I’m magic,” Stiles raises his hands in the air and puts on a serious facial expression. “I have the sixth sense.”
“The sixth sense, huh? Is that what they’re calling bullshit these days?”
Stiles’
lips purse down hard, but he still smirks. Derek wonders if there’s any
single facial expression that Stiles can make that isn’t in some way at
least slightly amused, whether at himself or the expense of others.
“Non-believers aren’t welcome at my table, Derek.”
Derek scanned the leaderboard. It was written in tiny white on black
writing, but Derek could just make out Cora’s username “LittleWolf”
underneath what looked like a combination of digits and an alphabet
sneeze. ‘Who the hell is “St1l1nsk1”?’
Stiles grew up working at the Renaissance Faire. It was where
he felt like he could really be himself, where memories of his mother
still walked around with him. Finally, at age 18, he’s an adult and the
world of the Ren Faire opens up entirely new possibilities.
When Derek wakes up to the familiar touch of his husband, he has one
moment of pure, unspoiled happiness before he remembers that Stiles died
almost a year ago to the day. The ghost in his bed is just that: a
ghost. Except for the one time it isn’t.
When Derek isn’t lurking or growling or being weirdly adorable which, who knew that was a thing, he’s elsewhere and Stiles didn’t notice at first that the times he’s elsewhere align with the full moon.
Derek was nervous enough about this, aside from his hang-ups about rule
breaking. He has no idea what he’s doing, and he’s already accepted the
fact that he’s going to look like an idiot to whomever he buys from. He
hadn’t counted on the dispensary’s delivery guy being utterly fucking
gorgeous, and the type to brazenly (and unprofessionally) check Derek
out as well, biting his plump, pink bottom lip.
Derek knows it’s stupid and that he, as the older man, should be the one
to make it stop – and he tells himself so countless times, but he never
manages to keep away, not for long. Stiles pulls him in with his mouth
and hands and body and he gets under Derek’s skin like no other
Teen Wolf AU. Sheriff Stilinski marries Talia Hale, and even
though Stiles is happy for them, it does have the downside of making
Derek Hale, rapidly maturing alpha, his new step-brother, just as Stiles
is starting to worry that maybe he’s not a beta, like he always assumed
he was…
In this post, I told you how to help others by turning photos into links and adding trigger warnings.
Now, I’m going to help you protect yourself from people who don’t link triggering/NSFW photos.
I installed Tumblr SafeDash via the recommendation from Evan (anarchoqueer). This program grays out all photos in posts on your dash (even non-photo posts) and puts a black padlock on it. You can scroll over the photo to see it. There may or may not be a trigger warning or tags to let you know what the photo depicts, but at least you only see it for a second. Besides preventing triggers, it helps when you happen to be on Tumblr at school or work (not that any of you would do that ;D), and you can’t control what’s on your dash for others to see.
This program can be turned off and on with a click of the link on the right side of your dash:
As you can see, my program is on. Therefore, the photos are grayed.
This does not prevent photos from showing up on individual Tumblr pages.
This also comes as part of the missing e extension and is generally completely rad.
I reblogged this script once before, but I just installed it on my laptop and I love it. It’s too bad that tumblr can’t just make something like this (and blocking tags) an option for every account, because as it is you have to install the script on every computer you access tumblr on for it to work. 😦
Also, the person I reblogged this from last time acted as though this invalidated the need for trigger warnings/reblogging as a link. Don’t be that person, obviously.
Derek gets in an accident and loses a few years of his memory; suddenly everything is different— he’s not a freshman loser anymore, but a popular senior, captain of the basketball team, a shoo-in for prom king, too, and he should have everything he’s ever wanted— except he doesn’t seem to be friends with Stiles anymore.
The one where Derek is very distracted by Stiles’ mouth, suspiciously invested in his dating life and adores the way he smells but there’s no fucking way he has a crush, OK?!
To Sourwolf: No, shut up, I could totally rock a powder blue bad boy and you know it
To Sourwolf: I don’t have anyone to go with and everyone else has a date. I thought I could go with Lydia since Parrish can’t take her but she’s already taking Mason so he doesn’t feel left out
Everyone was still staring at him, and Derek paused to wonder if he’d just made a huge mistake. But then Ms. Morrell was passing to him a stack of papers that looked like forms, and saying that he should arrive right after school on Friday, and not to be nervous because it was really just a formality to get a feel for the people participating. Callbacks weren’t until Monday. And that was how Derek Hale found himself auditioning for Beacon Hills High’s Spring production of Beauty and the Beast.
Stiles has been bullied for years and it gets worse when the Sheriff is deployed one last time. One day, in the middle of the daily beating, a Marine comes to his rescue. A very hot and muscular Marine who also happens to be in uniform. And unbeknownst to Stiles, they’ve met before. Stiles can’t remember but Derek remembers it all.
Stiles is slightly in love with Derek. Lydia coerces Stiles to ask Derek to the prom under the pretense that Derek had already agreed. Derek didn’t agree at all. After being rejected and humiliated, Stiles tries to cope with all the changes happening around him by putting some distance between himself and the pack. Derek didn’t agree to that either.
When Captain John Stilinski retires from the force, his next in line Chris Argent takes his place. Argent’s first order of business- assign Detective Stiles Stilinski a partner to assist him on his cases. Stiles has been tracking the distribution of a deadly new drug called Wolfsbane that is sweeping through the campus of the local high school. Stiles emphatically does not want a partner, especially not Derek Hale, a new addition to the BHPD fresh from the NYPD. However, as the two detectives get closer to solving the case, they also grow closer to each other, a move that has the potential to save the day or tear them apart.
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