This is the monthly installment of softywolf’s Top Ten Sterek Fics (x). You can check my #toptentag for previous months or the topten navigation page to find a specific month. On a final note, this list is in no particular order and my favourite(s) has an asterisk (*) beside it. Vote for October’s theme here.
September’s theme is Clothes Sharing.
switch it up. by doctorkaitlyn (T | 4247)
“New shirt?” he asks once Stiles has locked the front door behind them and Stiles jumps like he’s been freaking electrocuted. Scott has to disguise his amused snort as a cough.
“Oh, this one?” he asks, plucking the electric blue v-neck between his fingers like he’s pulling a hair out of someone’s head. “Yeah, I got it from the mall, like… three days ago. Or something.”
Or, the five times Scott catches Derek and Stiles wearing each others clothes (and one time he catches them wearing nothing at all).
take good care (of my baby) by seventhswan (T | 8062)
Stiles has apparently fallen into a Disney movie, because he – really, for real - finds a tiny kitten in a box by the side of the road on the way home from school.
How far do I have to go to get to you by toomuchplor (E | 5189)
Stiles never knows if it’s worse when Derek Hale steps out of the shadows or when he slinks back into them; either way, Stiles never expected to have this many feelings about his stupid old yellow owl shirt.
Electricity in the Contact by ladyblahblah (E | 27067)
In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.
Patience Gets Us Nowhere Fast by Vendelin (T | 2863)
Stiles gets injured during a harpy attack, and Derek takes care of him.
Introduction to Zero-Sum Anthropology by apocryphal (T | 19773)
Stiles buys Derek a set of cooking spoons. Derek retaliates with lunch.
The war begins.
Flannel and Brass by hannah_baker (T | 3554)
John Stilinski somehow finds himself in the middle of a casual investigation into his son’s life. And isn’t wholly pleased with what he finds.
Or, the one where the Sheriff digs around in his son’s room multiple times and doesn’t find drugs.
Give to me your leather by decideophobia (T | 6411)
“I didn’t drive the car,” Derek answers with a faint smirk. Stiles is about to start ranting when Derek hands him a black helmet that’s dangling from his arm. Frowning Stiles takes the helmet and it’s only then that he notices that they’re standing next to a big black motorcycle.
Put a Sweater on It by dogeared (G | 1466)
He doesn’t want it to be a big deal, exactly, but he doesn’t want it not to be a big deal, like, hey, so I found this old abandoned sweater and no one had gotten around to throwing it out yet and of course I thought of you.
know just where you’ve been by didoxidate (E | 4175)
“No, you smell…You smell like Derek.”