Hiii could you rec some fics where Derek is Stiles's boss plz. Love this blog by the way you guys do an amazing job :D
Hey! Thank you so much! We actually have a hidden tag for BOSS DEREK you can enjoy but here, have some other recs!
BOSS DEREK
Alpha Magazine ‘Verse by WhoNatural
(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)
Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head...and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.
“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”
Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”
i wish i had a river by thepsychicclam
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.
aka A Sterek Christmas Carol
Dare by Inell
Stiles performs a private show for a new client
Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack
"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.
Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.
accidentally? by bibliosexual
BOSS: “know why I called you in here?”ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”
yup.
Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.
Double Negatives by i_am_girlfriday
Derek is a high powered lawyer, and a born and bred Upper East Sider. Stiles is a broke actor who’s grateful to land a full time job as Derek’s newest assistant. Their working relationship is one hundred percent professional...except for when it's not.
only if for a night by stilinskisparkles
“I’m Stiles,” he says breathlessly.
“Derek.”
“Derek, hi, do you—”
Derek doesn’t let him finish, kisses the words right out of his mouth.
discord and rhyme by orestes
Derek doesn’t tell Stiles he’s proud of him. He doesn’t say that sales have gone up lately, and it’s probably this Twitter account’s doing. Instead, he settles his hand on the small of Stiles’s back and tentatively rests it there. “Not bad,” he says. “For a rookie.”
dancing shoes by redhoodedwolf
Derek Hale is the most ruthless ballet instructor in Northern California. Rumor has it that Abby Lee Dance Company along with the show Dance Moms were looking to collaborate, even give him his own show, and he turned them down.Stiles isn’t so sure about the Dance Moms rumor, but he does know that Derek Hale is a force to be reckoned with, because the man glares at him the entire time Stiles is interviewing for the position of studio receptionist. It’s not the glamorous dance teacher job he’s been dreaming of, but it’s a step up. If he gets hired, he’ll be working alongside the Hale family, one of the most well known names in dance. Just even having that title on his resume will allow him to be a shoe-in anywhere he wants.He just has to, yanno, not die under the force of Derek Hale’s glare.
12 Days of Hale Publishing by relenafanel
Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.
“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.
“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.
“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”
“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”
Be the Life of the Party by Mimiminaj
His father’s face suddenly turned serious again.
“He is twenty four though, son. I don’t care if his smile shits rainbows and his laugh births puppies. You are his employee. It would be bad to cross those lines during your first job. Or ever.”
Stiles’ face hit the table.
“I hate my life,” he moaned.
Scott laughed cheerfully. “Don’t worry sheriff! It sounds to me like the entire cinema staff feels the same. Stiles doesn’t stand a chance with Derek!”
“Scratch that,” Stiles mumbled into the wood. “I hate you two more.”
Or – Stiles starts working at the movie theater. His boss is Derek.
Driving Mr. Derek by I_JustWokeUp
Derek no longer has a license to drive. So Laura steps in and hires fresh-out-of-college-with-useless-major Stiles Stilinski to drive him around.
An experiment, also, with intersped images and text.
My Taco Sparkles by butyoureyessaidyes
The first time he sees Stiles Stilinski, the kid’s on his hands and knees in Derek’s office.
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Or the one where Derek has to battle corporate espionage, meddling family members, clothing turned choking hazards, and inappropriate feelings for his obscenely attractive new intern.
Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack
"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.
Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.
it’s free (and always will be) by kellifer_fic & maichan808
Stiles starts looking around, like there's someone who'll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can't blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she'd found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.
Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He's completely doomed.
accidentally? by bibliosexual
BOSS: “know why I called you in here?”ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”
yup.
Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.
Hey there. I was wondering if you could help me find a fic. Stiles works for the hales at their movie theatre and laura and Derek are his managers.
Hey Nonnie!
I think this is the one you’re looking for :)
Be the Life of the Party by Mimiminaj | 21.6K
His father’s face suddenly turned serious again.
“He is twenty four though, son. I don’t care if his smile shits rainbows and his laugh births puppies. You are his employee. It would be bad to cross those lines during your first job. Or ever.”
The New Assistant by smokesforsterek (1/1 | 11,130 | T)
“I don’t have an assistant,” Derek barks out as he looks back to the pile of reports he needs to get done. After the last kid that tried to be his assistant left in tears after the first day, he’s decided he didn’t want an assistant at all anymore.
“Well according to Ms. Hale, you do now. She hired me. I must say your sister is very scary-”
“I don’t need an assistant,” Derek barks out.
Or, the one where Laura hires Stiles to be Derek's assistant.
He doesn’t think he’s sweated this much in his life. Maybe once in high school playing lacrosse, but it’s debatable.
How did this happen? How?! How could Stiles mess up this bad?!
Stiles was sitting at his desk, sweating, and probably disassociating at this point. Either that, or just living in a dream world, but he’s pretty sure he’s awake. What kind of dream lasts this long? This is a lot happening in one dream. Is this like Inception? Is that what’s happening?
Stiles is nearly believing this is entirely a dream, and the movie Inception is 100% real, until his cell phone rings. This would be the third time it’s rung in ten minutes. Also, accompanied with all the missed calls and unread messages from last night. He knows who it is. This number is saved in his phone. It says the name very clear. Not only the name, but a title of the person so Stiles knows who is who.
He goes to answer it this time, even though he’s very certain his body is on auto pilot, and these aren’t his actual actions.
“Hello?” His voice sounds so strange to him, even the word ‘hello’ makes no sense.
“Stiles? I’ve tried calling your office phone, but it doesn’t seem to be working.” His boss says into the phone. Stiles looks to where his desk phone should be, but it’s not there because he unplugged it and locked it in his bottom desk drawer. Stiles doesn’t respond. He’s not sure what speech is at this moment.
His boss furthers on, “May I see you in my office please?” Stiles only gives a squeaky ‘mmhmm’, and hangs up. He places his phone down on his desk, trying to will his body to not stand. He has to though. His entire being is screaming for him to just hide away and never look back, but his body his moving. He’s not sure what force is moving him, but he’s moving; he’s walking. He’s walking out of his office and down the marathon long hallway of the building. Stiles doesn’t think he’s ever walked this far for anything.
The walk was equally excruciatingly long, and short all at once, because he was suddenly standing right outside his boss’s office. His body was screaming again ‘RUN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! RUN THE OTHER WAY!’ But his hand was raised and knocking on the door, before opening it and entering.
“Stiles Stilinski.” His boss greeted him. Derek Hale was a dark haired, green eyed, Greek god looking beauty, and Stiles was going to be fired right here and now. “Have a seat.” The smile on Mr. Hale’s face would normally suggest he was being welcoming, but Stiles knew it was far from welcoming. Mr. Hale was being professional. Probably to be easy on their equal embarrassment.
Mr. Hale turned his back to Stiles to the small table behind his chair, “Stiles,” Oh, god he’s using my first name. He’s probably more than just fired. “Know why I called you in here?”
Stiles’s body was buzzing with anxiety and embarrassment. He wouldn’t be surprised if he died of a heart attack right then and there.
Again, Stiles’s voice didn’t sound his own, “Because… I accidentally sent you a- a…. dick pic.” He forced the words out. Mostly the last two words. He couldn’t look at his boss anymore. Stiles heard a clinking of glass, but he didn’t look up.
“Accidentally?” Mr. Hale asked, and he didn’t sound sarcastic, or upset, or even mockingly. He sounded… confused? Why would he be confused? He should be upset. Stiles looks up at his boss. He definitely looked confused, maybe even hurt?
Stiles was getting different signals here, and possibly a very weird boner, “Yes? It was accidental.” His boss turns his back and it seemed to go straight and stiff. “Sir? Are you going to fire me?” Because Stiles was sure that’s what he came in here for. Maybe even to be yelled at.
“Stiles-“ There goes that first name again, but it’s different somehow. “I gotta be honest with you,” Mr. Hale turned back to face him, “I thought you sent it on purpose.”
Now Stiles is the confused one, but he’s sure he looks overly confused. He was about to speak, but Mr. Hale stopped him.
“If you wish to forget about it. We can do that, and move-“
Stiles interrupted him. The situation was confusing enough for him to be bold now, “I’m sorry, sir, but why would you think I sent it on purpose? I’m not quitting.” Because really, the only reason to do something that horrible would only be because your boss was an asshole and you were quitting.
“I’ve liked you for some time now, Stiles, and I thought we were having flirty work-place banter these past few weeks. I figured you sent it as an invitation.” Mr. Hale, his boss, said with a shrug, and not really looking at him.
Stiles was, again, completely confused and floored. He had no idea that’s what was happening. Stiles definitely had the hots for him, but this ‘flirty work-place banter’ was just friendly. “You like me?” After his boss nodded, Stiles stood and paced the room.
“I don’t understand. I mean, you’re totally hot and yes, I like you too, but like, ‘flirting’?! I had no idea you were flirting! I just figured you were nice. Like, a really nice boss, because yeah, you’re my boss. Bosses don’t normally date their employees, at least, not in my experience. And you’re so professional! But like, a kind professional.” Stiles was ranting, and pacing, and his arms were flailing with exclamations.
“Oh my god!” He grimaced, “You’ve been flirting with me this whole time, and I’ve been a clueless idiot! I probably said stupid stuff. I don’t even know what I said now. Did I say anything hurtful? Oh my god! I probably did. Oh my god, Mr. Hale, I-“
“Stiles!” Mr. Hale’s face had a soft expression, “Sit down and relax.” Stiles did as told, but not so much the relaxing, “And you can call me Derek.”
Stiles shook his head, “No, I can’t. You’re still my boss. Unless you transfer me to another building, or fire me.”
Mr. Hale’s brow furrowed, “Are you saying you don’t want to date because I’m your boss?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be saying that? I mean, is it legal? Also, I like you, but I don’t necessarily know you very well. How do I know, if we date, you won’t treat me different at work, or maybe even threaten my work? I’m sorry. I don’t want to think that of you, but I’ve only worked here a few months.” Stiles was definitely worried about that, but he knew Derek- Mr. Hale was a good boss. He treated all his employees with the upmost respect, and payed them very well.
“So, you want me to transfer you?” And Stiles could see he was serious.
Stiles sat up at the edge of his seat, “You would transfer me just to go on a date with me?”
Mr. Hale shrugged, and looked to his computer, moving the mouse around, “If that’s what will make this easier and comfortable for you.” Stiles leaned towards his boss’s desk to look at the computer, but the screen had a blackout protection on it, so it could only be seen head on.
“I gotta ask,” He paused, and looked at Stiles, “Who were you going to send that picture to?” Stiles went red at the question.
Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, “No one. I was drunk. I think I was yelling at my cat about how good you look and how stupid it was how good you look, and I don’t know, the way my cat looked at me made me feel pathetic, and I tried to prove to him that I was good looking, and I think my drunk-self sent you that pic to prove it to you as well.” He chuckled, which made his boss laugh, and Stiles was very glad to have seen that.
So, while Mr. Hale- Derek set him up in a new building, made some calls, and faxed paperwork, Stiles thought of how their first date was going to go, and how he might regret not working in the same building as Derek, because office sex in the middle of the day would be pretty amazing. Pfft, Stiles is definitely going to go out of his way to have office sex with Derek. Good thing the guy’s got a couch.
Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head...and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.
By WhoNatural Part of the Alpha Magazine 'Verse series
(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)
Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head...and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.
“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”
Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”
