Reblog if you’re a Sterek fan and I can add your url to my book.
Sadly I couldn’t find a (good) Sterek book, so I got one with Stiles’ shirt motive he wore when meeting Derek in S1. So I took this and added a little Sterek word collection at the back. Journal can be bought here (x).
If you ship them bromantically you are free to reblog it too. It’s really more of a hell-I-wanna-see-derek-and-stiles-and-their-stupid-chemistry thing.
In short, yes I want all you lovelies together in one place.
Paul Wesley and Ian Somerhalder MTV Live Interview (x)
the way oliver queen looks at felicity smoak (◠‿◠✿)
There are 4 rules.
1) No arguments about who you pick.
2) The pair can choose how to spend their seven minutes, judgment free.
3) One kiss is required.
4) What happens in the closet, stays in the closet. Hey, werewolf hearing makes it hard to keep secrets.
I Never by Onlymystory *re-read
It’s spring break, senior year of college, and the entire pack is back home. This time around, they bought the alcohol—the good stuff—and have settled in for a more age appropriate round of “I Never”.
Stiles tells Danny he should start, figuring Danny’s nice enough to bring up something that everyone will drink to, just to get the ball rolling. Stiles sometimes overestimates Danny’s niceness.
Danny grins, with the kind of evil that could rival Lydia. “I never 69’d another pack member.”
If you wanna be my lover
you gotta get with my friends.
Or Stiles picks Derek up at a bar with his karaoke skills.
Stiles doesn’t want to take the self-defense course taught by Cora’s brother. That is until he meets Derek.
Stiles is going to make Derek internet famous, like that one cat and that other cat. Derek just wants to do his field research.
In the last, lazy moment before he opens his eyes, Derek realizes something is wrong.
Stiles woos Derek with his amazing poetic prowess at a New York City Subway station.
Or, in which Stiles was a dumbass who wrote ridiculous(ly awful) haikus, and Derek was the dumbass who liked them.
Derek works for a skin mag, Stiles is a High School Journalism student, and they’re entirely unsuitable for one another, which doesn’t stop them at all.
Derek is the host of the popular Argent-run Dinner with Derek cooking show. Stiles is the one doing all the cooking. Derek would love to leave him to it and just go live with his sister and their goats on their tiny farm. That is not what happens.
Featuring hippie communes, goats, a couple kids, Kate Argent Warning for angst & past relationship, and new pack bonds. Plus food. Mmmmm… food…
“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”
“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”
“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.
AU. Stiles and the twins spend a day at the beach for the first time since their mother died, and Stiles can’t help but think that it was all Derek’s doing.
Exactly four people had responded to the advertisement Derek had put in the local newspaper. En-suite room for rent at 14b Woodburn Street. Non-smokers, please. Contact Derek at blah blah blah- he wasn’t exactly optimistic.
Stacey was sweet thirty-something and a very good candidate. Quentin was a college student who seemed a little stuck up, quite frankly, but was apparently an astronomy major, so Derek didn’t think he’d be seeing much of him. Tim was an accountant, and seemed like a top guy if not a bit dull. All good candidates, Derek knew.
But Stiles. Stiles was something else.
“On a scale of 1 to 10,” he asked carefully. “How ethical is it to date your niece’s soccer coach?”
For this prompt from Niamh:
"Yes I know we all love the pretend-boyfriends trope but why aren’t there 100 more stories of Derek or Stiles pretending to be someone else’s pretend boyfriend and the other getting really fucking jealous about it - because one-night-stands are one thing but seeing someone they’ve been in denial about crushing on act all affectionate and boyfriendly with someone they’re comfortable around is a new brand of hell.
Like Erica taking Derek to her high school reunion as a little fuck-you to all the idiots who never noticed her, or Lydia recruiting Stiles to some smart people convention still stuck in the Dark Ages and only taking men’s research seriously, so she uses the most convenient boy in her life as a gateway to get in there and shame all the closed-minded assholes.
Like of course it’s all pretend but they’re a little TOO good at acting it out and then whoever isn’t in on it is at the hotel bar angrily ordering ice cream sundaes and looking for someone to hit on to take their mind off it and failing miserably.
WHY ISNT THERE MORE?”
Stiles is a virgin and Derek has a big dick. Derek trains him to take it.
Stiles hadn’t really realized it until they were mashed up against his door, his thighs splayed, Derek’s hips fitted to him. And then he turned slightly and ohmygod, there was Derek’s dick. Just sitting right there, in his pants, pressed against Stiles. Derek Hale had a dick. Derek Hale had a fucking big dick. Like anaconda proportions. Suddenly Stiles was pulling away, nervous excitement twining with fear and plummeting straight down into his stomach as Derek mouthed at his neck.
“I’m a virgin,” Stiles blurted out, and his voice did an embarrassing little crack on the end like he was tripping through puberty and falling face first on the other side.
Sitting on his couch, staring at the wall, it feels like Derek is watching his whole, miserable, lonely life flash before his eyes. He’s twenty four and he’s alone. No family, no friends, no real pack. He’s six days away from spending one of the most family-oriented holidays of the year trying to avoid any human interaction. If anyone could see him right now, they would tell him he looks pathetic. If Laura could see him right now, she would probably beat the crap of him and then tell him he’s a loser.
"It’s not all handcuffs and spankings and learning to deep throat." This is an AU with consensual BDSM sex acts, in which Derek supports Stiles financially in exchange for a sexual relationship. Stiles is of legal age.
college students be like
Let’s VOTE and get Stiles naked !!! ☆*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆
Tyler (on how Shelley and Tyler first met): My truly most embarrassing moment was when I went into the hair and make-up trailer, and I was aware that Jill Wagner who plays Kate was back on the show and I’d gone in. I had some stuff on my hands and hair, and I see this one getting her hair done, so it’s just this side hair thing and it’s very similar to Jill. And I came to give her a hug, just thought I’d run over and say hi. So I ran over, gave her a kiss on the cheek, turned, definitely not Jill, and I immediately went, “You’re not Jill, you’re not Jill, I just insulted you, I’m so sorry. Oh, my God, hi, I’m Tyler, nice to meet you.”
Holland: In Tyler Hoechlin’s world, a kiss on the cheek is an insult.
Tyler: I just invaded her personal space!