#singer!stiles

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine stiles is a famous singer and Derek is his bodyguard and during every show when stile sings a specific love song he sits down on the edge of the stage and drapes his legs over Derek’s shoulders. And Derek looks annoyed but he just stands there like it’s nothing. And fans love it and they want stiles and Derek to be together but no one knows that stiles and Derek have been married for a while and are just keeping it private.

[marys-live-is-owned-by-fandoms]

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.

[dragon-temeraire]

Illuminate

Summary: Erica convinces Derek to go to an acapella performance with her. Things go better than he could have ever expected.

Notes: I went and saw an acapella performance last weekend, and it inspired me to write a little fic! And I’ve been wanting to write singer!Stiles for a while, so it worked out well. (On AO3)

“Come on, Derek. Please?” Erica says pleadingly, wrapping her hands around his bicep and squeezing. She leans her head against his shoulder for good measure, looking up at him sadly. “I know you’re working on being a hermit, but please come out with me to this one little thing.”

This method works pretty much every time, and Derek sighs. “Why don’t you get one of your other friends to go with you?” he asks. Erica is far more of a social butterfly than he is, he knows she has more friends than the two he’s managed to make.

“They’re not into acapella vocal performances,” Erica says.

“And what makes you think that I am?” Derek asks, eyebrow quirked.

“I know you like to sing,” she says, elbowing him playfully. “And I know you have a good ear for music. I’ve seen your record collection.”

Derek would kind of like to contest all of that, just for the sake of argument. But he’s honestly intrigued, because Erica doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would be into acapella performances. “Okay, fine,” he says. “I’ll go.”

“Yes!” Erica says, beaming up at him. “But you better hurry, we have to leave in twenty minutes. I want to get good seats!”

“You couldn’t have given me more of a heads-up?” Derek asks, though he doesn’t really mind. “I need to change clothes.” Because even if this is a casual thing, he still doesn’t want to show up wearing sweat pants and a shirt with a hole in it.

“You wasted too much time trying to turn me down!” Erica calls after him as he climbs up the stairs to his bedroom. “This wouldn’t happen if you just said yes to your friends!”

Derek can’t help laughing, and shakes his head at himself in the mirror.

 *

 Derek drives, of course, and Erica directs him to an old building on a mostly abandoned street. “I can see why you didn’t want to come here alone,” he says, looking around dubiously as he parks.

“Oh, hush,” Erica says. “They can’t afford nice venues, okay?”

Derek pauses halfway to pushing his door open. “Wait a minute. How do you know that? Have you been to their performances before?”

“Maybe,” Erica says with a sly grin, climbing out of the Camaro.

Which means she’s been to more than she wants to admit, Derek thinks, smirking.

As they walk up, he sees a tattered poster taped to the side of the building. It says:

 Vocal Acapella Quartet

Illuminate

Performing Fri, Sat and Sun!

Free

(donations gladly accepted)

 Derek stares at it for a moment, wondering why Erica would come to see something like this more than once. He pushes open the door, and is surprised to find the reception area is filled with people milling around, talking and laughing together. He notices that many are waiting in line in front of a rickety card table, where they’re buying snacks and drinks.

“Wow, we really did need to get here early,” he mutters, and Erica shoots him an amused look. He gestures toward the back, where he assumes the double doors lead to the performance area. “Why don’t you get us some seats, I’m gonna buy some cookies.”

“You’re not going need food to get through this, I promise,” Erica says, laughing. “But get me some, too.”

“Of course,” Derek says, because he was already planning on it. Erica likes to pretend she’s not as big of a sweet tooth as Derek is, but he knows the truth.

A girl in a fox-eared hat is running the concessions very efficiently, and it’s not long before Derek’s buying his packages of M&M cookies and two tiny cups of fruit punch. “Thank you,” he says, and the girl gives him a bright, beaming smile. It somehow makes him feel less out of place, and he goes to find Erica with a little smile of his own.

Her long blond hair is easy to spot, and Derek is pleased to see that she got seats near the front, despite the crowd. “Thanks,” she says when he hands over her punch and cookies. She sneaks a look at her phone. “They should be starting soon.”

Derek wants to ask questions, like how Erica found out about Illuminate, and why she was so excited to show up to a crappy auditorium, but he’s too busy eating his cookies. They’re very good, and they deserve to be savored.

When Derek had seen the phrase “acapella quartet” on that poster, he’d imagined four middle-aged guys with nothing better to do in their free time. That…is not who walks out.

He takes the last gulp of his punch out of surprise, trying to get a good look as the stage lights suddenly dim.

“Hi, everybody,” one of them says out of the darkness. “We’re Illuminate, and we’ll be performing a variety of songs from different genres for you tonight. We hope you’ll enjoy it, and thanks for coming out!”

There’s a quiet shuffle on stage, and someone blows on a pitch pipe. In the absolute silence of the auditorium, it seems loud. Then they start to sing, and the opening notes are so thrillingly beautiful, it actually takes Derek a minute to realize they’re singing Fat Bottom Girls. The lights slowly come back up as they crest the high notes, and the effect just heightens Derek’s interest.

The chords are so clean and crisp, so perfectly blended, it almost sounds like just one person singing with an incredibly resonant voice. They sing Marry You and then something by Josh Groban, and Derek is mesmerized. He finds himself sitting up straight, upper body leaning toward the stage when he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed by the vocal harmony.

Every time one of the guys has a solo, Derek finds himself raptly attentive, enjoying the unique differences in each of their voices. They’re incredibly good, and Derek finds he’s already thinking about coming back tomorrow night.

“Isn’t Boyd hot?” Erica whispers in a very brief lull between songs.

“Yes,” Derek agrees. He has no idea which one Boyd is, but all of the guys on stage are good-looking, so it’s not a lie.

In fact, one of them, with fluffy golden hair and high cheekbones, actually looks like he could be a male model. Though Derek finds his attention keeps returning to the guy in the middle, who’s lanky and freckled and has a very lovely tenor.

They finish up Bohemian Rhapsody, then grin and wave at the crowd. “Hey, it’s time for a short musical intermission, which will be played for you by the talented Allison Argent!” Male Model says.

He watches as they help a pretty, dark-haired girl roll a piano onto the stage. She gives them all a bright smile, then begins to play something pleasantly lilting.

“Well?” Erica whispers, leaning in close. “What do you think so far?”

“It’s amazing,” Derek says quietly. He wants to say more, but he’s mindful of the crowd around them trying to listen to Allison’s music.

Erica grins at him and squeezes his shoulder, looking delighted. She’s going to be smug about this for ages, but he really doesn’t mind.

Allison plays a couple more songs as the quartet disappears backstage to take a break, probably getting drinks of water and resting their voices. And as much as he enjoys the piano, Derek finds he’s very eager for the guys to come back.

When intermission is over, they help Allison move the piano back offstage. Derek takes a moment to appreciate how nicely all of them are dressed, in fitted slacks with button down shirts tucked in. And if Derek’s eyes stray to Freckle Guy’s ass a couple of times, well, nobody has to know.

Soon they’re all back at the front of the stage again, singing She’s Not There, and it sounds surprisingly good as a quartet.

“We took this audience suggestion from our previous performance,” a guy with a very sunny smile says. “So you’ll be hearing it for the first time tonight.”

Derek is really beginning to wish he knew these guys’ names.

They do Don’t Stop Me Now, and Derek decides that, audience suggestion or not, at least one of them must be very fond of Queen. Then they sing a few more songs that Derek would have never expected to sound good acapella, and finish with The Scientist. The high notes sound so clear and sweet they actually give Derek chills.

He applauds loudly as they all bow, and then break into grins as they wave to the crowd. He’s watching with interest as they walk away, but then Erica is grabbing his arm and saying, “Come on, hurry.”

Derek doesn’t even try to ask, just lets Erica tow him back out to the entry area. But it’s just full of people, like it was before the show, though it looks like even more are buying cookies. “So what was the rush?” he says curiously.

“That,” Erica says, tilting her head.

Across the room, the quartet emerges from a side door, smiling and laughing. They stop in the middle of the room, and people immediately start approaching, shaking their hands and giving what Derek assumes are compliments.

“I’ve been trying to work up the courage to talk to Boyd,” Erica says, briefly leaning against his shoulder. “Do you think I should go for it?”

“Definitely,” Derek says encouragingly. “Start with something easy. Just tell him how much you liked his singing.”

“Okay,” Erica says, squaring her shoulders and nodding to Derek. “I’m gonna do it.”

Derek watches her walk away, and is relieved to see her approaching Muscular Baritone instead of Freckle Guy. And actually, he doesn’t even see Freckle Guy—

“I guess we have our answer,” says someone near his shoulder, and it’s him. “She’s been coming to a lot of our performances, and we were wondering if it was because she was into one of us,” he explains. “I’m guessing you’re not her boyfriend?”

“No, I’m not,” Derek says, unwilling to say more for fear of making a fool of himself. This guy is somehow even more attractive up close, and Derek feels very awkward.

“Okay, good,” Freckle Guy says cheerfully. “Boyd thought you might be, and he was very disappointed when you showed up. I, however, was not disappointed at all,” he adds, giving Derek a bright, almost flirtatious smile.

Derek just blinks at him, wishing he had better social skills.

Thankfully, Freckle Guy doesn’t seem too deterred. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he says, and Derek can’t help grinning, because of course this guy has an interesting name.

“I’m Derek,” he says in return. And he really, really doesn’t want Stiles to walk away, so before the silence stretches too long, he blurts, “I was thinking of coming to your performance tomorrow, too.”

“Really?” Stiles asks eagerly. “You liked it that much?”

“You guys were incredible,” Derek says honestly. “And I, uh. I might want to see you again.”

Stiles noticeably perks up at that. “I tell you what,” he says, leaning in. “If you come to tomorrow’s performance, I’ll take you to dinner afterward.”

Derek is so shocked that this is actually going in his favor, he just stares for a moment.

“Or late-night breakfast, or ice cream, or coffee,” Stiles says hurriedly, obviously thinking he’s lost Derek. “Whatever you want to eat.”

“Dinner sounds good,” Derek says with a smile.

“Then it’s a date!” Stile says excitedly. He glances away for a moment, then says, “Hey, it looks like our friends are hitting it off, too.”

When Derek looks over, he sees Erica standing close to Boyd, her hand on his arm as she smiles up at him. He doesn’t know Boyd, but Derek thinks he looks quite happy to be right where he is.

It’s the way Derek feels, too.

He and Stiles talk for another few minutes, before something catches his eye. “Oh, shoot, I gotta go help Kira count the concession money.” He reaches out and lightly squeezes Derek’s bicep. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah,” Derek says, smiling. “I’m really looking forward to it.”

Stiles beams. “Me too!” he says, then hurries across the room to the girl in the fox hat. He gives Derek one last wave, then they disappear through the side door.

Derek just stands there for a moment, feeling warm and light, a smile still curling the corners of his lips. He already can’t wait to see Stiles again.

Erica bounces over a few minutes later and grins up at him. “I got a date for tomorrow night!” she says excitedly.

And Derek really, really enjoys her expression of surprise when he gives an answering grin and says, “I did, too.”

[bleep0bleep]

for @fauvistfly, who wanted something with pining and stiles being a singer rated T, 2.3k also on AO3 here 

It’s four am and the diner is quiet. Derek finishes wiping down a table; life as usual, he’s alone, he’s at work, everything goes on as it does. He refills coffee for the two tired-looking truckers sitting at the counter and goes back to refilling the salt shakers.

The last time Cora was home, she’d asked if he and Laura ever considered selling the place. “Doesn’t do much business,” she said, trying to be gentle. Say it was okay to let go. But she’d only been a baby when the accident happened that took their parents; she didn’t have memories growing up here the way Derek and Laura did, playing hide-and-seek under the counters, watching their dad bake pies and their mom fill coffee, listening to travelers talk about their lives on the road.

Hale’s is fifty miles from the nearest town in either direction, a blink-and-miss-it diner still stuck in the ‘50s, right off the Pacific Coast Highway. The little town of Beacon Hills is an hour away, so almost all the patrons are travellers, people looking for respite from the road, on their way up to the redwoods or heading down to San Francisco and Los Angeles. There’s a little wall of autographs from famous people who’ve dined here; cowboys and starlets and authors and people Derek’s parents took a shine to. The diner is a historic landmark, not to mention it’s always been home to Derek.

So Laura manages the day shift and Derek does the night. It works out well; he doesn’t have to interact with people much. He and Laura were homeschooled until high school, and Derek had found Beacon Hills High School overwhelming with its crowds.

The radio starts a new song; it’s one of Derek’s favorites. He doesn’t remember the name of the artist, but it makes Derek feel alive. The song lyrics aren’t particularly sensual, but the man’s voice is— Derek shudders, feeling his blood run hot under his skin, and he imagines the warm touch of someone pulling him close, embracing him, kissing him—

“Can I take this coffee to go?”

“Oh. Sure,” Derek says, pouring the trucker’s coffee into a plastic cup.

They leave him a decent tip and are off, the bell jingling as they go.

Derek sighs, watching the moonlight dance across the ocean in the distance. He listens to the rustling of the trees, and occasionally a car will drive past the diner, lights blaring.

He turns off the radio and hums the song to himself as he sweeps up.

There’s longing here, of a love long lost, and Derek is lost to the song, to the memories it drags up.

Nothing but the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the white hot sun burning just beyond Derek’s closed eyes. He can feel the warm body next to him stir awake, and then fingers carding through his hair.

“Derek… hey. You awake?”

“Nope,” Derek says, and he can already picture it: Stiles leaning over him, his hair still wet, eyes bright with laughter.

“You sure?” Stiles climbs on top of him, hands trailing down Derek’s chest.

Derek opens his eyes and Stiles is right there, close enough for Derek to count his eyelashes. “Yeah, definitely still asleep. Best dream I ever had,” Derek says, tugging Stiles’ chin close so he can kiss him.

Stiles laughs, and Derek rolls them over so he’s on top, which results in Stiles indignantly trying to get back the upper hand. It’s a fight neither of them care about winning, and it’s all new, so new, the daring thrill of Stiles’ bare skin, already freckling in the sun.

They’ve only ever kissed, and every touch is electric to Derek. Does Stiles want more? Would he want more? Derek knows Stiles… experienced. Derek is not.

They talked about it, Derek being a virgin, and Stiles had said it didn’t matter, he loved Derek anyway, and they could do whatever Derek wanted and that was it. Blushing, Derek had made an over-the-clothes rule only when they started dating, and now with Stiles underneath him, soft skin and breathing quick Derek wants, he wants Stiles so badly. He loves him, and it’s the right time.

So under the hot summer sun Derek says yes, and Stiles’ eyes widen and he gets to his feet, pulling Derek along, all the way up the path as they run back towards the Hale house, tucked away in the woods atop the cliff.

The bell rings again, and Derek is looking at his own sorry reflection in the shining countertop. It’s been a long time since he was sixteen. This damn song, it’s too much.

“Sit wherever, I’ll be there in a minute,” Derek says, not looking away. He hasn’t shaved in days. Laura’s moved to Beacon Hills, she doesn’t mind the commute, prefers being with people, living with her fiance. Derek still lives in the house in the woods behind the diner, but he might as well be a hermit.

He turns the radio back on, and the station immediately starts playing the song again. Derek groans. It might be a favorite, but he doesn’t want to think about Stiles. Not right now. He switches the station immediately.

“Not a fan?”

Derek really doesn’t want to talk about this with a stranger, especially how Stiles moved away right after summer was over and Derek never saw him again.

“What can I get you?” Derek asks, ignoring the question. He flips open his notebook and looks up and freezes.

The eyes are the same: warm brown amber, bright and curious. Stiles’ shoulders are broader, his hair styled in a trendy haircut, and he’s here in Derek’s diner, leaning forward with a slow, sure smile.

“Coffee, please.”

Derek takes a deep breath; he looks different, he knows. It’s probable Stiles doesn’t remember him, and he takes a minute to compose himself while he grabs the pot. Stiles had gone off to Los Angeles for college, but that was ten years ago.

He looks good, whatever he’s been doing.

Derek’s just been here.

He pours the coffee and pretends to busy himself with other tasks. Stiles sips it and every so often will look up at Derek, and he opens his mouth to say something, and then his phone rings.

Stiles answers it with quick, annoyed quips. “No, I’m fine, you don’t need to send— I told you I’m fine, I’ll talk to you on Monday, you don’t have to worry— I just took a drive, okay? Yes— yes— fine. Talk to you later.”

Derek isn’t eavesdropping; this Stiles is practically a stranger, the boy he loved walked out of his life ten years ago. But he’s hanging on every word all the same, drinking in every detail of the man Stiles has become.

The diner is silent except for the clink clink of Stiles stirring his coffee with his spoon.

“Derek?”

It’s so soft and hesitant that Derek thinks he imagined it, and he turns around, blinking at Stiles.

Stiles is blushing. “Sorry, I thought you might be— um— do you know the Hales, they lived here, owned this diner?”

“I’m Derek,” he says, his heart pounding.

“Oh,” Stiles says, and he swallows. “I don’t know if you remember me— I used to live in Beacon Hills. We—”

“Stiles,” Derek nods, trying for casual, hoping his face doesn’t betray him. “I thought it was you, but I wasn’t sure. It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says. He relaxes a bit and smiles at him. “How are you?”

Derek’s about to say he’s fine, give Stiles the same one-sentence spiel he gives to anyone who wanders in from Beacon Hills, old high school classmates. But he sits down, instead and lets Stiles draws him into easy conversation, just like it was before.

Stiles has been doing well. More than well, apparently finding success as a singer and songwriter.

“I’d love to hear your work,” Derek says, and Stiles shrugs it off and asks about him.

Derek talks about his garden, about baking, about the diner, Laura’s wedding plans, Cora’s adventures as a photographer for National Geographic.

He wants to bottle up Stiles’ laughter and keep it. He wants to keep Stiles, wants this easy banter back in his life.

The radio is still on in the background, and the song comes back to the one before.

Stiles laughs. “You can change it, if you want.”  

“No, it’s okay,” Derek says. “I actually really like this song. It just— when you came in, I’d already been listening to it and thinking about it and I— I was thinking about you, actually. And that summer.”

Stiles bites his lip.

“And I’ve missed you,” Derek says, because he might as well. He shrugs and smiles halfheartedly, almost laughing at himself. “I mean, I know it was one summer and we only— I—” Surely Stiles doesn’t think about this time the way Derek does, holding onto those bright days when he feels lonely, Stiles is gorgeous and successful and surely has moved on.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch,” Stiles says abruptly. “At first I couldn’t and then the more I waited the harder it was to just… call and say hi.”

He glances over at the radio, now playing the last chorus of the song. I never want to say goodbye, the singer croons, and then Derek realizes Stiles is singing softly along. It’s his voice, rich and heady and filled with longing.

“It’s about you,” Stiles says. “A lot of them are, but I... I was just tired of not knowing, and hating myself for never trying to find you, and then putting it off like what if you were married or you hated me or... I just drove up here to see if you, if you still…”

He looks so hopeful, for a second Derek is transported immediately back to senior year, and Stiles is asking him out on a date.

“I want to say yes,” Derek says. “My life is here, though. With the diner and everything. Yours… isn’t.” He thinks about the glimpses of the glitzy life Stiles doesn’t speak of; the busy schedule, the tours.

“It can be, though,” Stiles says. “I can write from anywhere, and I want to try.”

Stiles’ hands are trembling, and Derek can see how much he hasn’t changed, how much he’s still that same, nervous boy he fell in love with all those years ago.

Derek reaches across the table and takes Stiles’ hands in his and smiles. “I think that would be great,” he says.

Stiles yawns and smiles sleepily back at him. “Great. How about dinner tomorrow... night…” he yawns again.

“You didn’t drive all the way from Los Angeles, did you?” Derek startles.

“I kind of did? I had lots of coffee. It was only like, nine hours.”

Laura will be here to open the diner at five am; Derek doubts being closed for less than an hour will bother their customers. “Come on,” he says. “I still live in the back.”

“Why, Derek,” Stiles says, winking at him. “Are you asking me to spend the night?”

“In the guest bedroom,” Derek says, shaking his head fondly, although his stomach flips at the thought of Stiles in his bed, Stiles curled up beside him.

Stiles lets Derek help him up and follows him along the path to the house, chuckling as he looks up at the moon. Derek can’t help but laugh along, taking comfort in warmth of Stiles’ hand in his.

“Do you remember when we snuck back here for the first time we—”

“Yeah,” Derek says. “You were so excited you tripped over the stairs.”

Stiles laughs sheepishly. “Come on, I was a teenager and I was dating you and when you said you wanted to have sex I just— you can’t blame me, okay! I was overwhelmed!”

Derek laughs as he ushers Stiles inside, pointing out the step and carefully making sure Stiles avoids it.

“I never told you...” Stiles says, his face red. “But I know everyone at school talked about how experienced and stuff I was, and I didn’t really do anything not to encourage the rumors, but I… you were my first too, Derek.”

“Oh,” Derek says.

“I just wanted it to be perfect for you.” Stiles stops at the foot of the stairs, blinking nervously.

“It was.” Derek steps closer and bridges the distance between them, kissing Stiles softly.

The empty house is silent, but for once it doesn’t quite feel so lonely anymore.

Stiles makes a small, pleased noise, and then he’s kissing back, eager and open.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you,” Stiles says, between kisses. “Even when I was with other— you were just—”

“I’ve never had anyone else,” Derek admits.

“Derek,” Stiles gasps. He presses his forehead to Derek’s, and they hold each other for a long moment before Derek shyly gestures him forward.

He kicks off his shoes and Stiles does the same, looking around the room curiously. “Very cozy for a guest bedroom.”

“This is my bedroom.” Derek sits on the mattress, looks up at Stiles.

Stiles nearly trips on the rug in his haste to get to the bed, making Derek laugh. He hands Stiles the good pillow, the fluffier one, and watches Stiles sigh as he lays down.

“Your window faces east,” Stiles murmurs. “It’s gonna be hella bright in the morning.”

“Mmm,” Derek says, throwing an arm over Stiles, and then a leg for good measure, curling in close.

“We should get blackout curtains. Sleep in.”

Derek smiles, pressing a kiss to Stiles’ forehead. He’s thought about it, but it always seemed like too much trouble. He’s always just dealt with it.

Stiles turns to face him, and tucks his head under Derek’s chin, like he belongs there.

Derek drifts off to sleep, already thinking about which closet he can clear out for Stiles’ things, about the blueberries field just ripe for picking, so those would make for good pancakes tomorrow, and he should tell Laura not to worry about finding him a date for her wedding.

Stiles is pressing a kiss to his neck. “I normally hate mornings, but I can’t wait to wake up with you.”

Derek can’t help but agree.

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine stiles is a famous singer and one day he drops a song that is so beautiful and emotional and everyone is asking him who it’s about and Derek is a reporter who stiles has had many interviews with so he doesn’t feel to embarrassed with, so he shyly admits that it’s about his OTP and Derek is so interested asking from which show and who and if he has any others and they end up having a few OTP’s the love in common and find out they follow each other’s fan blog

Oh my gosh, that’s so sweet!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

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.

The Jock by CamilleHale 

(65,510 I Explicit I Complete)  *Scott/Stiles

Scott McCall hates him. He always has.

[duhbruuh-blog]

So how about Married!Sterek where Stiles (23) is a new star and Derek (30) is the CEO of a big company. Stiles is invited to do some interview on TV (without Derek, ofc) and the conversation with the interviewer goes like this:

Interviewer: So, Stiles, we all know that you're already settled down with the sexiest CEO in the country, but i'm curious, seeing now that you're married and a celeb yourself, do you still have a celebcrush?

Stiles: Of freakin' course. What kind of a person do you think I am? Everyone has a celebcrush. Even Derek does, he just won't admit it and says i'm his celebcrush, which is bullshit and ridiculous because he' already married to me and that totally makes the idea of having a crush lose its point. Besides, I was his crush long before i'm a celeb, so that, in my opinion, really doesn't count. He just doesn't want to make me jealous, I think. That sweet puppy. Don't tell him I just called him that.

Interviewer: You do know this is a live interview, right? He could be watching right now?

Stiles: Yea, I'm well aware, and that's precisely the reason why I called him that. I was just kidding about the don't-tell-him part.

Interviewer: Okay. So, who is your celebcrush?

Stiles: Currently or all time? Because I have so many celebcrushes, you know, ever since I knew how to talk. In fact, I classify every crush I have. There's the hot celebcrush, there's cute celebcrush, there's nerd celebcrush, there's--

Interviewer: Current celebcrush, then?

Stiles:Charlie Puth.

Interviewer: Wow, really? He's a new singer like you too, right? Yes, he is hot, but not really my type.

Stiles: Well, good, then. I never like sharing my celebcrush.

Interviewer:Does Derek know, though, about your crush on Charlie Puth?

Stiles: Of course. We were just watching TV in our room when Charlie Puth's music video showed up. I fell in love with his music instantly and was really attracted to his scarred eyebrow, so I randomly said to Derek, "Hey, that guy's hot"

Interviewer: So you just blurted it out? What did Derek say?

Stiles: He actually looked scandalised and gave me the face. He said *mimicking Derek's expression*, "You kidding? I'm way hotter than him!". That possessive bastard. And I said, "Oh, I'm sorry for voicing my opinion and I didn't say he was hotter than you, Derek, I just thought he was hot. Not hotter. Stop being so insecure when you have nothing to be insecure of. You just make me want to hit your hotter face"

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do you know any fics where the pack finds out stiles has a hidden talent?

Hey Anon! First thing’s first: Let’s all bow down to the lovely SweetButterBliss for tackling this ask. She kicked ass! :)

The fics are a mix of Musician!, Singer! and Artist!Stiles…so enjoy! 

(We also have general tags for these, by the way: here and here.) 

Playing the Wrong Song by trulywicked

(640 I Not Rated (Angsty says: General) I Complete I Musician! and Singer!Stiles)

As well as he knew Stiles’ hands and his voice, he’d never known they could do this.

Stiles can sing? by Kyandra

(1,035 I General I Complete I Singer!Stiles)

Stiles can sing, not that anyone knows of course. Erica and Lydia say they should sing for Pack night…that’s all you need to know.

Merry Christmas, Derek by a_dale

(1,322 I General I Complete I Artist!Stiles)

It’s Christmas day and Stiles has a present for Derek.

Feeling our way through by elsiephoenix

(2,118 I General I Complete I Musician!Stiles)

So they played Just Dance 3, and it turned out that Derek really was the best at dancing. Out of all of them, he was the only one who never lost a round, and every time he won he took another shot. Stiles just watched from the floor. Through the haze of alcohol he caught himself staring at Derek’s butt. It was a very nice butt. Stiles didn’t actually try to stop himself from looking.

Open your eyes by Lonelyirises

(3,333 I Teen I Complete I Artist!Stiles)

this story is about a very broken Stiles and a very introverted Derek. #FeelsEverywhereFeels

A Meeting and a Medley by howl-to-the-wind (aka greenleaf)

(4,293 I Mature I Complete I Musician!Stiles)

“Do you remember when Laura told you that I had a special friend that I was getting to know back in New York?” he asked.“Oh, we were definitely doing some getting to know,” Stiles muttered.Derek coughed again, trying to will the redness on his cheeks to disappear.Anya nodded, looking suspicious.“Muffin butt, this is Stiles Stilinski,” Derek said. “Stiles, babe, this is my niece Julianna Hale.”

What The Holy Hell Was That? by DellaC626

(currently 9,016 I Not Rated (Angsty says: Teen) I WIP I Musician! and Singer!Stiles)

Stiles is the goofy, adorable, strange kid. The one with two friends, no mom and a dad that works more than he should. Not to mention the ridiculous crush on the schools resident Adonis. He balances all of this with a hidden talent. Derek is the alpha male, sports star, and resident Adonis. He isn’t the straight laced lacrosse player everyone thinks he is, he’s about as straight as the letter C. So maybe they both have secrets, secrets that Lydia Martin holds in her hands.

Angel Flares by Sahiba_KT

(currently 69,165 I Explicit I WIP I Artist!Stiles)

Stiles has a secret, and he shares it with Derek.It sparks an Accidental Romantic Gesture…

Enjoy the awesome,

SweetButterBliss and Angsty