Love-Belongs-To-Everyone

And to everyone thinking that sheriff Stilinski would be disappointed?? NOO, y’all have it sooo wrong.

That man loves his criminal son. THATS his wife’s son. Do you understand, that’s all Claudia. And yes I understand that the sheriff would also commit unspeakable crimes to protect his son, that criminality comes from Claudia. Stilinski’s protect their own. He doesn’t love stiles in spite of his behaviours but because of them.

Some random person: Stiles broke into the station again

Sheriff, Literally bursting with pride: I know, he’s just so smart, he was probably just bored and wanted something to do

Like everyone is side eyeing them because stiles commits crimes for enrichment and the sheriff is just like “tell me everything about how you got away with it”

Wondering if you could recommend any fics where Stiles meets someone online and falls in love (think like a cinderella story, she loves me) . AU or Cannon is fine. Ships of Sterek, Steter or Stargent preferred but all ships are fine.

 Hi @she-who-reads-fanfiction! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

my heart’s been offline by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 58,893 | Explicit | Sterek) 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

if only by petals (1/1 | 46,665 | Mature | Sterek) “I could totally stop talking to him,” Stiles interjects, feeling a sudden overwhelming urge to defend himself and brush the whole thing off as nothing. “I could. Easily. That’s the beauty of talking to someone online; you can just, like, talk to them for however long you want and then disappear for however long you want without any real impact on your daily life. It’s not like I’m going to run into him at the grocery store. I could stop at any moment.”

“But you don’t,” Lydia points out.

“No, he doesn't,” Scott replies, forcing Stiles to scowl at him. “He just got a new one this morning and he hasn’t stopped talking about it.”

Or, the one where Stiles has been talking to some guy that he doesn't know online, but that's the least of his worries when a new pack moves into Beacon Hills, and Stiles suspects the alpha of bringing a coven of witches with him.

Somewhere In Between by amazingpages (1/1 | 33,029 | Teen | Sterek) Derek’s been letting his job dictate his life ever since he was promoted from freelance photographer to official travel photographer. In his five years of travel, he’s built relationships in countries all across the globe, yet he still returns home after each job as lonely as ever. When he decides to try out the pen pal site Laura recommends to him, he doesn't know what to expect. Derek isn't prepared for Stiles, a small town guy with big dreams of seeing the world. And he certainly isn't prepared to fall in love with him. He has to remind himself that this is just a pen pal thing and not to get carried away. It's not like Stiles could ever like him back.

Right?

I Should Meet You Because I Love You by derekstilinski (10/10 | 22,573 | Mature | Sterek) Derek and Stiles meet online, and then in real life.

a voice on the phone by To_fill_the_sea (3/3 | 14,498 | Explicit | Steter) After the Hale fire Peter distances himself from the entire pack. He remains in the pack but travels and keeps in contact. While he is away the pack grows and gains a new emissary. This emissary is one Stiles Stilinski and he develops quite the friendship with Peter over the phone. They've talked almost daily for years and have never seen each other's faces and feelings have been developing along the way, but something happens that forces them to finally meet. What happens then?

Don't Say a Word (Just Dance With Me) by cathcer1984 (1/1 | 11,922 | Mature | Steter) AllHailTheKing has left the following comment on your post I want:

If you're amenable, I want to give this to you. Will you let me?

With a frown Stiles clicks on the link to the post, it opens automatically in a new tab and his faces heats when he sees what he wrote.

I want...

I want someone to woo me. Send me flowers, hold my hand, take me dancing and to dinner. Talk to me about books and movies, intellectual and silly things. 

I want someone to fall in love with. 

I want the excitement of dating without the expectation of sex.

I don't want sloppy hand jobs from frat boys who don't know what they're doing with a dick that isn't theirs. 

I want someone who will wait to take me apart with their hands and mouth. I want to be held at night and wake up next to him the next morning. I want sleepy morning sex and soft kisses, breakfast in bed and comfortable silence. 

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Or the one where Stiles has a blog and one of his posts makes a reader want to woo him.

The Postman Always Rings Twice by Finduilas (1/1 | 6,583 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles and Derek meet online, through fandom. They share their online life together: fics, fanart, squeeing over actors; but they haven't met in real life yet. Or have they...?

I Settle for Long Distance Calls by iamursforevrmre (1/1 | 4,369 | Gen | Sterek) Derek is the guy who Stiles met on some random band page on MySpace because Derek made a ridiculously hilarious comment and with a spurt of confidence, Stiles had messaged him to tell him just how hilarious it was and they got to talking. Derek is the guy that made a FaceBook account just to talk to Stiles on the messenger so they could talk more when MySpace was slowly dying out. Derek is the guy that changed his text message plan to unlimited when he finally sent Stiles his cell phone number. Derek is the guy that has been on the phone with Stiles at any and all hours through the day. 

And Derek is the guy that Stiles is in love with.

camera shy by rjosettes (1/1 | 3,741 | Teen | Scallison) When Stiles can't bear Reddit anymore, he resorts to Tumblr for his porn and gaming needs. He has no idea what he's getting himself into when he follows photgrapher aargentsf on a whim, but nonetheless...he thinks he's gonna like it.

Two in One by sterekstyles (1/1 | 2,444 | Not Rated | Sterek) Prompt: Some kind of online relationship, where either they don't know each other irl or they do but they don't know it's them who they are talking to (and crushing on) online!

watching you light it up by S3anchaidh and piratetattoos (1/1 | 2,084 | Teen | Sterek) "Light of my life, fire of my loins, you're not getting cold feet are you?" Stiles says, and Derek rolls his eyes. Stiles should be immune to how Derek looks, but damn, he could never be. They've been friends for three years now, and they've been there for each other every step of the way, celebrating the little victories like when Derek got his name legally changed, when Stiles went on testosterone, when Derek got approved for top surgery. 

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(or: the one where they meet under different circumstances, in a different world, but they still fall in love.)

You can find the others here:

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Five Times Stiles Woke Up In Derek’s Bed Unexpectedly, And the One Time It Was On Purpose [Words: 20933]

Rule one of kidnapping Stiles Stilinski: he is required to be entertained.

Not that he got kidnapped a lot!

Or… not like, all the time, at any rate. His being kidnapped seemed to have increased lately, but he attributed that to being distracted more often than usual because of school. Sure, he’d had high school to contend with back in the day, but high school was less demanding than university. He always watched movies where people were out partying it up or solving crime or having huge campus-wide mass murders or whatever and all Stiles wanted to know was where they found the time.

To be fair, most of them didn’t have the Supernatural breathing down their neck, or a pack constantly coming to them for advice. Like he was the poster child of good decisions, who was dumb enough to believe that? His best friend was a Werewolf because of all his so-called ‘good decisions.’

Taste the Devil’s Tears [Words: 22547]

Oh this one is so, so good. I read it when it was still a work in progress and that’s weird considering I never read unfinished fanfics because I’m afraid they’re going to be abandoned by the author. Anyway read the tags for this one before diving into it.

Stiles Stilinski is the kind of loud-mouthed, sarcastic asshole that Derek wants to punch. Or seduce. He’s not sure but he’ll figure it out eventually.

Alpha Complex [Words: 3354]

Let’s spice things up! Super explicit so read the tags and established relationship. Oh and bottom!Derek because I love it.

“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles’ fingers are gripping the nape of Derek’s neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can’t fucking breathe.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home [Words: 82866]

Ok this one is a little too sappy for me, but it’s very well written and it made me belly laugh at some point, so I figured that some of you could like it even if it’s not completely my cup of tea.

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

The Invisible String Tying Me to You [Words: 3046]

“Out of everyone in Beacon Hills,” a voice said from behind him, “you were the last person I expected to find here.”

And Stiles laughed, a merciless, hollow thing that rang through his chest because it was just the cherry on top of the fucking sundae. When he turned he scrubbed a hand over his face, thumb pulling against his bottom lip, teeth grinding together.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Stiles replied, “things typically don’t stay dead in this town for too long.”

Jennifer Blake gave him a smile that was all teeth.

If CHETNEY fucking DIES or LEAVES it is

DUDE. I want to meet Verin SO BAD. I want to see Essek and Verin interactions more than almost anything. It’s probably one of my top 5 campaign wishes. 

Also, I’ve been wanting to see an NPC flirt with Jester for A While. Mostly because she’s adorable and fun and I think it’s a little criminal that an NPC hasn’t flirted with her yet, tbh. 

when you’re caught jamming out to music by your sister and crush

@evanlilydanser Here is your request! i hope you enjoy it!

As the Storm’s End enters Arya’s line of sight a chill crawls up her spine. It was the first time in years that Arya felt nervous about anything. She stands proudly and grips the railing tightly. She was Arya Stark. Kingslayer, world savior, Azor Ahai to some, and the daughter of Ned and Cat Stark. She would not fear returning to a place she never called home. After all, she was heading back to Winterfell after this. Davos already swore to deliver her maps to King’s Landing once she got them to him.

“I can see the castle! It’s so big!”

“Not as big as Winterfell my little Snowflake.” Arya teases as the little girl next to her starts to get excited.

“Is this Westeros?”

“Yes, it is. You see that is just the bay up ahead but the towers in the distance are your father’s castle. Then we’ll go to visit your aunt and uncles.” Arya promises as she has promised a hundred times before.

“Like Uncle Bran. The raven man who visits my dreams?” She bends down and wraps her arms around her daughter. She didn’t fear the raven’s visits but her daughter’s behavior was often erratic afterward. The last time the Raven had visited was a week ago. The night after she had decided to sail back home to Westeros. She was twice as energetic afterward. Sometimes even picking up Needle and running throughout the ship below deck with the weapon swinging wildly in her hands. It was days before she had calmed down. Arya had had to take Needle and hid it so she didn’t hurt anybody. Now after long travels, her daughter would finally be able to put faces to all the names she knows.

Arya sets her daughter on the rail in front of her. Instinctually her hands grab for the rail. Arya wraps her arms around her daughter’s stomach as her small hands hold them both against the rail. Seven years she had been gone. Seven years she had spent mapping out the west that was West of Westeros. The mysterious seas and lands no others have had the chance to know.

Arya had seen so much of it. Almost all of it with her daughter by her side. She squeezes her daughter closer to her as they get closer to the land. She had only written Gendry one letter. A letter to tell him that she was pregnant with his child back after she had gone a third month without her moon blood. She never got a reply so she never wrote another letter. When she wrote to her sister about deciding to come back Sansa had insisted she dock south at Storm’s end first. When Ser Davos sent her a letter he wanted much the same.

So here Arya was returning home to confront her child’s father and her family. She hopes her findings are enough to smooth over any hurt with her family. Yet with Gendry she knows it won’t affect things. It won’t fix them.

“Mommy are you okay?” Her daughter asks as she squirms in her grip. She wiggles until she was able to look at her mother’s face.

“Of course it is my little kitten,” Arya promises as she pats down her daughter’s hair. Her hair was a gorgeous black. While her father’s had looked like coal her’s was an inky color. Solid, and glossier then Gendry’s ever was. Her face was long but her jaw was shaped like his as well. Arya remembers tracing her fingers along that jaw before leaving. It was all in an attempt to remember him as well as she could before she would leave. Was she remembering it well at all?

“You’re sad.” Her kitten claims as she frowns.

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