Just imagine Derek is this really popular country star and because of publicity has to keep up a fake relationship with Kate.
Enter Stiles, a really talented song writer who hopes to build up his own singing career.
Stiles starts working for The Hale Label and the first few times they meet they absolutely clash. Stiles puts his foot into his mouth (as he always does) and Derek catches him talking about how Derek has no talent and is only famous because of his family and his picture book perfect relationship with Kate. But instead of being really annoyed about it Derek is quite amused and they build up a solid friendship.
Only that it does not stay like this for very long. At least not for Stiles who starts realising just how much he is in love with Derek. But Derek leaves for tour and for months the only thing Stiles gets to see of Derek is him and Kate on stage. He starts writing more and more about his feelings for Derek.
When Derek returns everything goes back to normal, except that Stiles can't ignore his feelings anylonger. One night, when he is really drunk he sends one of the love songs to Derek. And Derek doesn't answer for over half an hour. Stiles is about to freak out because he just destroyed the friendship to one of his closest friends but then there is a knock on the door. Stiles has only time to open it before Derek's lips crash onto his.
They start dating secretly but Derek's contract states that he has to keep up the relationship with Kate for a little while longer.
One day when Kate and Derek are supposed to perform together she doesn't turn up and for the first time in a long while Derek gets the stage for only himself. He plays all the songs Kate never wanted to sing and the crowd loves it. Later the night pictures are all over the internet of Kate and another man making out behind a bar. Kate broke the contract and Derek is officially free. He plays along with the picture of the broken hearted country star for a while longer so that no one can turn his and Stiles' story around to make it look like he cheated on Kate and then they are finally free to date.
Even years later when they are both established artist sometimes they do concerts together and everyone sees how Derek is actually way more happy with Stiles on stage as he ever was with Kate.
They end up being the dream couple of country music.
Inspired by this Bellarke fanfic that is just way better.
Imagine an AU where Stiles is a comic artist and writer whose works are inspired by the songs of his favourite musician and Derek is the musician whose songs are inspired by Stiles’ comics and stories.
Remember that singer!Derek au Z sent in a while ago? Well I can’t shake it out of my mind.
Imagine Stiles waiting backstage during a concert, mouthing along to the songs he knows by heart or just watching dreamily as Derek sings and dances.
Imagine the rest of the pack being in the band - Scott and Isaac on guitar, Boyd on drums (and Stiles sometimes) and Erica on backup vocals (and solos sometimes).
Imagine Derek pulling Stiles onto the stage to serenade him while the crowd goes nuts.
Imagine Derek riling the crowd up until Stiles is forced to sing with him, shocking everyone when they realise Stiles can actually sing.
Imagine all the cute tour photos that Derek puts online: photos of Stiles falling asleep on the tour bus or on a plane, of band practice, of their lunches out (and how much Stiles loves his chicken nuggets), etc.
Imagine Stiles vlogging their tours, videoing all of them being idiots backstage or between shows.
Imagine Derek drags Stiles onto the stage, stopping the show because he has an announcement to make and then he proposes to Stiles in front of 100,000 audience members.
Your blog is clearly my lifeblood now - I'm hooked. Anyways, I just saw Pitch Perfect (for, like, the 80th time) and I was wondering if there were any fics were Stiles is an a cappella singer or secretly in a glee-like club? Because reasons. ~~XOXOXO Love you guys ;*
Here’s a previous Glee list, and a few extra on the side! Hope you like, bb, thrilled you’re liking our lil blog :D -Emmy
You Can’t Stop The Beat by SourwolfSterek
(8,404 I General I Complete) *sterek
Stiles is smart, attractive and an extremely talented singer. He can sing, dance and play guitar to a severely sexy level. So what’s the problem with him? Well, Stiles is in the Glee club; the one club in school that’s considered nerdier than the freaking mathletes.Derek is the football quarterback. Most popular guy in school.To Stiles’s shock, Derek Hale is somehow convinced to join glee club.Through many songs and dance numbers, Derek and Stiles build a bond no one could have expected.
Your Lips Are Sweet, But So Is Revenge by saccharinepastels
(8,661 I Not Rated I WIP) *theo/stiles
Derek really hates his job. Ultraviolet Sound really hates the Cheerios. Peter finds joy in torturing those around him with his precious Cheerios.
A Glee AU in which a group of foolish kids go too far and their actions inspire vengeful payback.
The Howlers by I_Weave_Dreams
(11,324 I Teen I WIP) *sterek
The Howlers, led by one brooding Derek Hale, are the best a capella group at Beacon Hills University. Competition comes in the form of freshman Stiles Stilinski who joins a rival group. Things get even more complicated for the new rivals when Stiles, as part of his full ride Hale Family Scholarship, must be Derek’s assistant for the next year.
“We've heard some interesting rumors about you and Hale, any of it true?”
“I wish?! No, but seriously; Derek is an awesome guy and I'm very happy to have him in my life. But we're not dating, if that's what you're asking.”
In the process of writing “Healing Humanity”, a maze runner/teen wolf!bandAU where Derek is the second lead singer of Wolf Watch
Hannah Montana AU/ Where Derek Hale wears a blonde wig and fake stubble around 50% of the time and sings cheesy pop songs about being in love with his best friend.
Chapter 7
"Derek Theodore Hale, you have so much to explain" Erica was pacing up and down in front of the couch. Derek had managed to calm her down and get the three of them back to his house, away from the venue and away from anyone else that could barge into his dressing room. Now he and Isaac sat on the couch in their living room as Erica paced and shook her head, sometimes stopping to glare and then kept pacing.
How does he explain this? He thinks it might be pretty self explanatory. He's Derek Hale, he is also Bucky Kentucky. Half the time he's her best friend, half the time he's apparently some asshole she hates. Maybe that was the part she was getting confused at.
"I'm....Bucky Kentucky" His voice coming out weak and cracking part way through. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to smile, even though he could tell himself it was more of a grimace. Erica finally stopped pacing right in front of him, turning her full glare on him now and she looked furious.
"NO SHIT DEREK I GOT THAT PART!" She yelled throwing herself into the seat next to him.
A tense silence comes over them all, Isaac fidgets whilst Erica twists a strand of hair around her finger chewing on her lip in concentration like she's trying to figure out a particularly hard math problem.
"Isaac why don't you give us a couple minutes" Derek nods towards the door, and Isaac is half way out before the sentence is even finished.
"Don't think we've finished talking about your pink hair and sequin problem either kiddo!" Erica calls after him, only making Isaac speed up before closing the door behind him.
Derek sighs and turns to Erica, finally facing her head on and looking her in the eyes. He doesn't know what he's looking for.
"Ok" He says, nodding slightly, still unsure how to start the conversation.
"So you're Bucky Kentucky" She nods back.
"Yeah"
"And you've been Bucky Kentucky this entire time?"
"Yes"
"You were Bucky when Boyd auditioned to be his guitar player?"
"Yes"
"You were Bucky when we were on TV together?"
"Yes"
"You were Bucky when we sat in the recording studio and wrote that song together?"
Derek lets out a shaky breath, and looks down at his hands folded in his lap.
"Yeah"
Erica puts her hand on top of Derek's and he looks up again into her eyes, only to see the filled with tears this time.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispers.
Derek pulls his hands out from under hers, and grasps her hand in his, scooting closer towards her and holding on to her hand tightly.
"Erica, I didn't tell anyone, I can't tell anyone. There were so many times I thought about telling you the past few months with us working together. But I just didn't know how to start that conversation. I still don't. Like, hey Erica I know we've been best friends our entire lives but by the way sometimes I put on a blonde wig and sing pop songs under the stupidest pseudonym ever"
Erica chuckles, a few tears spilling down her cheeks. Derek quickly taking one of his hands to wipe them away.
"The blonde wig is kind of ridiculous" She smiles, leaning into his hand slightly.
"Yeah it was Laura's idea" He mutters, chuckling to himself. Erica squeezes the hand still wrapped around her.
"But why?" She asks, and there it is. The real reason for the confusion.
"Because i'm not brave like you Erica" He finally answers, searching her eyes for understanding.
"Derek..." She breathes, but he doesn't think even she knows how to finish that sentence.
"I was sixteen when my career was taking off, and I just wasn't ready for the spotlight on every aspect of my life. I couldn't expose myself completely like that. Writing my own music and performing it is something i've always wanted. But I wasn't ready for my entire life to change, I wanted to still be the Derek you all know and love, and go to school and hang out. Especially when so many of my songs were...." Derek cuts himself off, choking slightly on the words. But Erica finishes the thought for him.
"When so many of your songs are about Stiles"
"I was still getting used to it, figuring it out, and writing songs help me with that. Sometimes I would record myself singing them, you know just in case. But Laura found them and thought they were great, she sent them off, and next thing I knew I had a recording contract. She meant it to be nice, and it was, it was amazing, the last 2 years have been the greatest years of my life. But I was sixteen and terrified of being in love with my best friend. I still am" Derek can feel his own eyes start to fill up with tears and Erica grabs him and pulls him into a hug, clutching his shoulders tightly.
"You have to know Derek, you have to know how much Stiles cares about you. And you have to know that the others wouldn't care about you being Bucky Kentucky. You're always going to be the same loser Derek who gets way too excited about the Roman history exhibit at the museum and threw up all over my carpet when you had too much candy on Halloween" She rubs his back in assurance, wishes she could bury the words into his skin until he believed them.
"I was eight, you can't hold it against me forever" He mumbles against her shoulder.
"We're best friends, I can do whatever I want" She can feel his smile against her neck and hopes that her speech is getting to him.
"I think you should tell them, I think you should tell everyone honestly" She concludes kissing the side of his head, letting him know he's forgiven for the secrets, as if she was ever truly mad at him. He pulls away slowly, taking her hands once again.
"I don't think i'm ready. The world is so used to Bucky being this certain kind of guy. I mean Stiles is basically in love with him. I don't want the world to mix us up or think we're exactly the same person. Bucky isn't completely me and i'm not completely Bucky. Just promise you'll keep this a secret for now"
"If you're worried about Stiles only liking you because you're Bucky, I need to tell you-" Erica starts but Derek cuts her off.
"I'm worried about everyone only liking me because i'm Bucky. I told you Erica, i'm not as brave as you" He looks into her eyes, pleading with her to understand.
Finally she sighs and relents, "I'll keep your secret".
"Thank you" Derek smiles as best as he can through all the worry still all over his face. Erica smiles back.
"Although now you are going to be accompanying me to every stupid celebrity thing we get invited to, and we are doing a whole bunch of songs together, and i'm still going to knock your stupid ass off the number one spot" She smirks now as he smiles back properly.
"You know Erica, you're a true friend"
Erica's face falls into a frown, she points a warning finger in his face.
"Don't Derek"
"You pull me aside when something ain't right.."
Erica smacks him in the side of the head, muttering about him being insufferable, then dragging him off the couch in search of Isaac.
"Ok good now that's settled, I need to go ask your brother why he thinks pink hair is a good idea for a disguise, also Rodrigo? Where did he get that name from?" Derek just chuckles and allows himself to be dragged around the house.
"Who is it?" Derek calls through the door. His wig is already put away into the suitcase with the rest of his disguise make up, including the stick on stubble he has to wear. His uncle is a ridiculous person, Derek can't believe he agrees to this crap sometimes.
He's just got out of the shower, in a dressing gown and drying his real hair and he's starting to feel more like Derek and less like Bucky Kentucky already.
Most of the crew know not to bother him after a concert and he usually just sneaks out with Isaac in a few hours. So he's expecting Isaac's voice to answer him, not the higher female one that does.
"It's Erica"
Derek freezes in his room. He is de-bucky-fied and she cannot see him like this. He starts pacing around the room trying to find something that will temporarily hide him before she comes in. He pulls on a bobble hat that was lying around and is trying to find a pair of sunglasses or something.
"Hey, what's up?" He calls through the door, still running around his room. He thinks for a moment, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Erica would get it, it's not the end of the world if she finds out, he can't stay in hiding forever.
"I have some friends that want to meet you" Derek freezes again, staring at the door like it might attack him. The only friends that Erica can be talking about are Stiles and Scott. He is not ready for Stiles to find out about him, that opens up a whole can of emotions he isn't ready to expose himself to just yet.
"Shit" He mutters as he tries wrapping one of his scarves around his face but just looking silly.
"Is everything ok?" She sounds concerned now.
"I'm fine, just got out of the shower..." He's trying to stall, but he knows Erica, it won't last long.
"So are you like naked?" She asks, he hears someone else outside chuckle.
"Yes, yes I am, just give me a couple of minutes to get dressed and....." He's standing in front of the food table that was laid out for him, there's fruit and pies and chocolate of all sorts.
"Great, let's see what's under all those scarves"
Derek should have known that wouldn't deter her. He has a split second as she's turning the handle, and he shoves one of the pies with cream on his face, puts it back and turns to greet them.
Into his dressing room walks Erica, Scott, Stiles, followed by a sheepish looking Isaac as Rodrigo. They all freeze when they see him. And he realises he must look ridiculous. He attempts a small smile, and Isaac has to clap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud.
"What the hell is on your face?" Erica asks, ever the blunt one.
"It's erm, a face mask" He drops his voice an octave, he doesn't know why he does it, but he's stuck with it now. "I have a very intricate after show beauty routine."
Isaac is the same colour as his hair from almost suffocating himself with his hand as he tries to not to laugh at Derek's dramatics.
"What's up with your voice?" Stiles can't seem to stop himself from asking, cheeks going red as soon as he's said it.
"It's like this after every concert, do you not get like this Erica?" He asks trying to be casual and failing if Isaac's shaking shoulders are any indication.
"No...." Erica is looking at him like he's performing naked on stage and using his dick like a microphone. He honestly can't blame her.
All of them are just standing in his doorway staring at him, and he can't help but stare back. He can't seem to find his voice. Finally Scott clears his throat and everyone seems to snap out of their staring contest.
"Sorry to disturb your...." Scott makes a half hearted gesture at Derek's face. He's almost glad his face is covered in pie now since he can feel his cheeks going red. But then he remembers his face is covered in pie and has to restrain from putting his head in his hands.
"Beauty routine" Isaac coughs out finishing the sentence, practically biting his fist now to stop from the hysterical giggles. Erica seems to realise there are some sort of shenanigans going on and has finally had enough and wants to get what she came for.
"Look" Erica squares her shoulders and looks him in the eye daring him to kick her out and stepping further into the room. "These are my friends, Stiles and Scott, they're big fans and they came to the show tonight, would you be ever so kind as to provide some autographs Bucky old pal"
She raises an eyebrow at him making it obvious if he his rude in front of her friends she will make his life a living hell.
"Of course, of course, come in, what should I sign?" He gestures them all into the room, hoping the quicker he does this the quicker they will all leave.
Erica pushes Stiles forward with such force he actually trips over his own feet but manages to stabilise himself directly in front of Derek, very close to Derek. Derek can see his Adams apple move up and down as he swallows before opening his mouth to say something.
But instead of some sarcastic comment at Erica and asking for an autograph followed by rambling about the concert, Stiles just freezes. He's looking straight into Derek's eyes and he can't help but stare back. At first it's open shock, they are very close, but the more Stiles looks at him the more confused his expression becomes, eyebrows drawing down.
"So how do you manage to maintain that hair colour?" Derek hears Scott ask from the other side of the room, managing to snap him out of whatever is happening. Looking over briefly at Isaac's red face and Erica rubbing her temples. He pulls back a bit too sharply from Stiles, ducking his head so Stiles can't look into his face anymore. Stiles coughs to clear his throat and then hands Derek a notebook and a pen. When Derek chances a look at him, Stiles is still watching him carefully.
"Could you make it out to Stiles that would be great" He asks, and Derek writes out the autograph. Stiles seems to find his voice after that and keeps up their one sided conversation.
"The concert was really great by the way. We were right at the front, you might have seen us, or not. I've never been to one of your concerts before, which is weird, because i'm a huge fan. But Erica invited us to see her, and you of course, and it was really cool, i'm definitely going to come again" Derek nods along and hands back the notebook once he's done. "Maybe i'll bring Derek with me next time"
Derek feels himself freeze, hand outstretched towards Stiles who makes no effort to take it off of him, just smiles kindly, eyes watching him carefully.
"Derek?" He asks, feeling ridiculous saying his own name out loud as a question. Stiles keeps watching him, eyes flickering over his face, just as he opens his mouth to reply, Erica is beside them.
"Yes Derek, he's our other best friend, he couldn't come tonight because of some family stuff, otherwise he would totally be here" Erica wraps an arm around Stiles shoulders and pulls him towards her hard, making him wince slightly. "He and Stiles are always together, seriously they're like connected at the hip"
Stiles mumbles a shut up to Erica before rolling her arm off his shoulders and pushing the notebook back towards Derek.
"Could you please write another autograph, this time for Derek, i'd love to surprise him with it since he couldn't come"
Derek signs the notebook again automatically, trying not to think about how he's going to have to act surprised when Stiles gives it to him Monday at school.
Erica is looking between the two of them carefully when Derek hands the notebook back slowly and this time Stiles takes it.
"Thanks, he's going to owe me big time" Stiles looks down at the autograph and seems to do a double take. Then he's looking at Derek with that look on his face, like he's looking right through him. But before Derek can do anything else stupid Erica claps her hands loudly drawing all their attention to her.
"Well thankyou very much Bucky, but I should get these idiots home, i'll see you in the studio tomorrow right?" She's already grabbing Stiles and Scott by the wrist and walking out of the room whilst Derek quickly replies with a 'Yup!' before she's out of the room.
Isaac slams the door closed behind them once they've left. Derek can't help staring at the door they just left through for a moment, still unsure of what the hell just happened. Isaac flops down on the couch in the middle of the room, huffing out a "holy shit" and taking his own pink wig off and tossing it to the other end of the couch.
Derek finally drops his face into his hands, only to pull them away from his face disgusted when they become covered in pie cream. Isaac finally breaks and starts howling with laughter, falling off the couch and clutching his stomach.
Derek angrily rips off his hat and starts scrubbing at his face with it, getting off as much cream as he possibly can. He's just about to throw the soiled hat at Isaac in retaliation when the door bursts open again.
"Ok, so I thought we were finally getting on, but you were just super weird and...." Erica stops in the middle of the room, looking between Derek and Isaac. The two boys also frozen unsure of what to say or do. Finally Erica points an accusing finger at Derek.
"I KNEW YOU WEREN'T A NATURAL BLONDE!"
Which sets Isaac off rolling about on the floor laughing again, Erica looking smug and Derek wondering what the hell his life even is anymore.
... The man was Stiles’ height, bit broader in the shoulders with shoulder length, unruly black hair, greenish brownish eyes, and five o’clock shadow that was bordering on scruff. The man wore black motorcycle boots, dark wash jeans, with a dark sports coat over a grey t-shirt ...
