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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Virginity, Virgin Derek, escort stiles, Porn with Feelings, Condoms, Safer Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Dirty Talk, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Derek Wears Glasses, College Student Derek, College Student Stiles, Prostitute Stiles, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Spanking, Light Dom/sub, Possessive Behavior, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Knotting
Summary:
Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles’ ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is… interested.
And who is he kidding, he’s read that bio every day since that sad evening with the chocolate chip cookies, and has every facet of it memorized.
Stiles, no last name. Eighteen. Student. Good conversationalist. Likes to crack jokes. Fan of junk food but enjoys running. Werewolf-friendly. Werewolf-friendly.
And there is his phone number and an email address. Plus all the moles.bball
I think Tumblr ate my ask but idk so sorry if your seeing this twice? But any good Sterek with Nerd!derek (like wearing glasses and blushing all the time Nerd)? Thank you! You guys are amazing
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Anonymous said:I just finished reading stilinskisparkles’ Losers fic and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it *^* so I was hoping if you could recommend me some popular jock!Stiles and shy, awkward, nerd!Derek? Thank youuuuuuuuu <3
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Anonymous said: Hi, can I ask for a Sterek fic recommendation wherein Stiles is the popular kid at school and Derek is the shy/nerd/quite kid at school who has a secret crush on Stiles? We have so many popular/jock Derek and I want to switch it up a bit for a change xD Also, totally a plus if Stiles has a not-so-secret crush on Lydia at the beginning and then develop feelings for Derek,
I do love nerdy!Derek. It’s a nice change. Here’s the tag. - Anastasia
Losers by stilinskisparkles
(1/1 I 34,234 I Explicit)
Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.
Or, the one where Derek falls for a jock, Erica will cut you if you disturb her studying, and Jackson is a closeted romantic who pretends to hate everything.
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[podfic] you in that dress (my thoughts I confess) by reena_jenkins
(1/1 I General)
Derek Hale is the hot guy in color guard. (He’s the only guy in color guard.)
A Thing of Chemistry by auroreanrave
(1/1 I 638 I Explicit)
Because nothing says ‘I love you’ like screwing on your chem lab table.
Te Amo, Je T'aime, I Love You, Ich Liebe Dich, Etc by AnonymousActions
(1/1 I 1,084 I General)
Derek is a nerd and likes to tell Stiles he loves him as much as possible in as many languages as possible. Stiles seems oblivious.
True Love by anglophilia
(1/1 I 1,409 I Not Rated)
Stiles is at a party and falls in love with Derek’s butt.
Action and Reaction by orphan_account
(1/1 I 2,299 I General)
“Stiles intrigued Derek, and because Derek thought everything had a formula, that everything was action and reaction, he wanted to know what Stiles was reacting to.
The whole punk thing? It was a social commentary. It was someone standing up for something, and Derek wanted to know why Stiles thought he had the right to stand up for when everyone else was just trying to get through the day.”
Have Yourself A Nerdy Little Christmas by AsagiStilinski
(1/1 I 2,858 I General)
He was on his fourth weird cucumber-cracker… thing…. and generally wishing Lydia would just serve desserts and pizza bites like a normal college student, when he happened to glance up at just the right moment
And all of a sudden, his entire night turned around
“PUG!”
The guy in the ugly Pug themed Christmas sweater jumped, turning to Stiles with what could only be described as a look of utter fear in his eyes
Here We Lie, Outstretched by redeyedwrath
(1/1 I 3,455 I Teen)
“I couldn’t sleep,” Stiles says, and he shrugs, twiddling with his thumbs. The moonlight catches in the hollows of his cheekbones.
Derek snorts. “So you thought that if you couldn’t sleep, neither should I?”
Or, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors and they’re Make Out Buddies
Strut into Your Heart by Brittanica2015
(3/3 I 4,059 I Not Rated)
Derek is a college freshman who’s working as a barista in order to get enough money to satisfy his book addiction. Everything is fine until one day his favorite model, Stiles Stilinski walks in and completely changes his life.
all i want for christmas is you by haleofStilesheart
(1/1 I 4,140 I General)
The annual Christmas office party at Hale and Associates Law Firm was one of Stiles’ favorite times of the year.
flawless by bibliosexual
(1/1 I 4,919 I Teen)
“I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person … All bets are off, is all I’m saying.“
It’s not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.
“Yeah, if,” he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.
Approximation by inatshej
(1/1 I 6,638 I Explicit)
Derek’s type is a self-confident, blonde girl. Her grin is almost dangerous, her laugh’s loud, and she may seem arrogant – but if anyone has a reason to be arrogant, it’s her.Stiles’ type is a genius, strawberry blonde girl. She looks perfect no matter the time of a day, her taste’s impeccable, she’s popular as well as respected – but taken.They turn to each other, struggling with the choices and people around them.
atom to atom by jadore_hale
(2/2 I 8,983 I Teen)
“So, you’re telling me that you hate Derek so much that you wouldn’t leap at the chance to jump his bones?”
“That’s different!” Stiles cried.
“How exactly?”
“Because unfortunately for me, Derek’s hotter than the Earth’s mantle. All we need is one rough hate-fuck— Preferably in the chem lab, role-playing sexy chemist while he bends me over one of the tables—and I’ll get him out of my system. That’s as far as our relationship will ever go.”
Stiles glanced across the cafeteria to where Derek was still fail-eating his lunch and sighed so put out.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make fun of Derek eating organic baby carrots.”
Bid on Me by Stereksale7
(2/2 I 9,471 I Explicit)
“Don’t celebrate yet. I’m only bidding on him if no one else does. Which will never happen because everyone wants him.” Derek said, smirk turning triumphant at Erica’s exasperated expression.
“Oh come on Der-” Erica started to whine, but quickly cut herself off when the auctioneer (Derek was pretty sure he was the frat’s president) called out “And one of our last auctions of the day, Stiles Stilinski!”
Derek’s heart dropped to his stomach in anticipation, waiting for the moment where some hot busty blonde or some Calvin Klein model guy bid on Stiles and won.
Except. It never happened.
“Shit Der, are you magic or something? Does everything you predict turn out to be wrong? Quick, say ‘Erica will not suddenly be handed a million dollars’ out loud for me”. Derek rolled his eyes and waved Erica off, watching as the auctioneer listed off qualities of Stiles, dropping the starting bid from $50 to $30 to $25, all the way down to $5.
Derek was drowning in secondhand embarrassment. And judging by Stiles’s badly concealed hurt expression and pink cheeks, he was suffering from a whole lot of first hand embarrassment.
These Stars Will Guide Us Home by anodyneer
(1/1 I 9,937 I Teen)
Derek fell for Stiles from the first time he saw him in a crowded planetarium, and the feeling was definitely mutual. For as well as they got to know each other over the weeks that followed, Derek still couldn’t help feeling like a piece of the puzzle was missing - namely, the piece involving Stiles’ home life. When Stiles disappears just before Thanksgiving break, Derek learns the truth about his boyfriend - and it’s crazier than anything he could have imagined.
A Love Like Religion by alisvolatpropiis
(1/1 I 10,696 I Explicit)
“Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”
Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear.
Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.
Falling in Love is a Free Action by rainproof
(1/1 I 37,252 I Teen)
Derek had a gaming group. A gaming group! After long months of playing the quiet outlier in BHHS’s nerdiest clique he considered a tabletop game to be a serious step up the social ladder.
So the game wasn’t a system he was familiar with… that was alright. Derek had played Traveler and GURPS, White Wolf and Star Wars with his group back in New York, but never straight-up Dungeons and Dragons. He could make it work. And sure, his character was a little ridiculous – a snarky, badass, leather-wearing werewolf version of himself…but that was okay too.
Because he had a gaming group, and it was being headed up by Stiles Stilinski, undisputed nerd-king of Beacon Hills High School.
If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by Stereksale7
(23/23 I 65,056 I Explicit)
Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University’s popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate…oh boy.
Put Down in Words by paintedrecs
(31/31 I 203,776 I Mature)
“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”
“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.
“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.
*
When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.
Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.
Here’s my contribution! Both Ane925 and @jadorehale claimed this piece and I am so excited to finally share this collab with you all! Please do check out the very lovely stories they each spun!
ANE925: Howlfitters [AO3]
jadorehale: [fic goes live sat 6/10 will edit to add link!]
So here is the gorgeous picture that got me to write a freaken 8k story!!!!!! I loved every minute of writing it!
The story just went live and once you lovelies are done checking it out you should go stalk Sixspade because the art you will see is just ugh too stunning for taking someone’s word. Seriously just go look!
Derek loses a bet with Erica, and so the next time he goes to Starbucks he has to order “one coffee, as black as my soul” with a completely straight face. 3 minutes later the barista hands him a giant latte with extra whipped cream and a marshmallow on top, with a completely straight face.
(Obviously Stiles is the barista, what were you expecting?)
A small bell tinkles above the door when Derek walks into the coffee shop, its sweet ring followed closely by a poorly muffled snort. Derek looks to his left and finds his friends congregated on an overstuffed sofa, because of course they’re here for this. He doesn’t even know how they knew he was doing this now but he strongly suspects Cora’s involvement. She was acting smug this morning. More smug than usual.
Isaac is trying to act nonchalant, like he has no idea Derek is even there, but with half his face stuffed into his scarf and his eyes watering with mirth it’s not exactly an Oscar-winning performance. Boyd… actually looks legitimately disinterested by the whole ordeal, flipping slowly through a textbook with a pen behind his ear. Erica is clutching an iced drink in both hands and staring blatantly at Derek, wiggling her eyebrows. Typical.
Derek huffs a breath through his nose and approaches the counter.
“Hi, how can I help you?” the redhead manning the cash register asks, her nails tapping a sharp beat against the touchscreen.
Derek scowls and replies, “One coffee, as black as my soul.”
Giggles erupt behind him.
The redhead raises an eyebrow. Judges him. So hard.
There’s an amused sounding ‘what the hell’ and then a boy with messy hair and big, brown eyes sticks his head out from behind the coffee machine. He looks Derek up and down, slowly, the grin on his face getting wider and wider, then glances at the redhead, says “you heard the man, Lyds”, and ducks back behind the coffee machine.
Derek feels his ears burning as ‘Lyds’ rings him up, accepts his cash, and directs him towards the far end of the counter with a lazy flick of her fingers.
Derek mouths ‘I hate you so much’ at Erica as he walks over. She blows him kisses.
It’s mid-morning, time sandwiched between the breakfast and lunch rushes, so it doesn’t take long for Derek’s order to be up. To his complete mortification, the boy from before calls out “one coffee, as black as your soul!” He’s really good at projecting his voice. He’s evil.
Derek pulls his eyebrows so far down he can barely see through them and glares daggers at him. The guy calmly hands over his order, face straight and smile pleasant.
Derek looks down and his black coffee is huge. And decidedly not black. And there’s a mound of whipped cream roughly as big as his own face squeezed on top, all fluffy and white. And nestled among this small nation of cream is a single marshmallow. A pink one.
“Um,” Derek says.
“A coffee, just as black as your soul is,” the barista replies.
Derek looks back up at him and sees his mask of polite professionalism cracking, his mouth twitching at the corners. His really lush, soft-looking mouth. Pink as the marshmallow. Pink as Derek’s ears, probably, at this point.
“Dude, I’m friends with Scott McCall,” he says.
This means absolutely nothing to Derek.
“Scott?” the guy continues. “Who works at Dr. Deaton’s clinic?”
Derek’s eyes go wide without his permission and he can feel the heat spreading from his ears all the way down the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” the guy says with a smirk. “I know who you are. I know you brought in that litter of abandoned kittens last week.” He leans his upper body all the way over the counter and lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “And I know you named them after the Golden Girls.”
“They, uh, they were very vocal,” Derek mumbles. “They had attitudes.”
The guy laughs delightedly, his head leaned backed, gazing at Derek through feathery eyelashes. “My point exactly. I know just how dark your soul is.”
Then he scoops up some of Derek’s whipped cream on his pinkie finger and sticks it into his mouth. He pulls it out slowly, shoots Derek a wink, and then saunters back toward the register, his ass swaying underneath his apron.
When Derek manages to regain control of his body and turn around he finds his friends staring at him. Even Boyd.
“I am going to rip you throat out. With my teeth,” he hisses at Erica.
“You’re going to buy me a fucking Cake Pop bouquet, is what you’re going to do,” she replies, stirring her slushy drink with her straw.
a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not
It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).
But this is probably a new low.
Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.
‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.
“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.
They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.
As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.
Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.
Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.
What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.
Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.
His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.
His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.
Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.
Can you do sterek where your soulmates thoughts show up on your skin?? Thank you, you beautiful human being you.
Here you go my friend! I hope you like it ^^
Thefirst time it happens, he’s standing in the bathroom, toweling himself off. Heturned sixteen a few days ago and his stomach still spikes with anxiety everytime he thinks about it; maybe it’ll happen today.
He’sjust rubbing the towel over his legs - too skinny, too long, his brainsupplies - when he feels it, a rush of something down his spine, a tingling feeling at theunderside of his arm, the towel dropping to the floor.
Hegasps as the tingling feeling intensifies, like he hit his funny bone againstthe sink, and when it’s over there are big, loopy letters on his arm, like atattoo. He bends his arm at an impossible angle to read it.
First of all, I want to thank all of the writers that decide to share their work with the rest of us undeserving mortals. What you guys do is amazing and inspiring and I love every single one of you!
If you are still figuring out what to do today, I would like to suggest that you get reading and leave some love for your favorite writers! Below the cut, I have included some of my favorite fics. These are ones that I go back to time an again because they are near and dear to my heart. Also, if you have time, please go give Alex some love over on her AO3 here.
Rating: Explicit
Primary Ship: Sterek
Gravity’s Got Nothing on You | zosofi
Summary: “Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…
“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“
“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”
“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.
Notes from Reba: Literally one of my favorite fics ever. Quality fake relationship right here.
Hide of A Life War | Etharei
Summary: “We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning…”
The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.
Notes from Reba: This fic sets the standards for BAMF!Stiles. It is beautifully written and perfectly thought out. Just to single out my favorite quote,
“‘I’ve heard about the Beacon Hills pack,’ says Blue Eyes. He glances between Stiles and the other werewolves. 'They say that when hunters burnt down the home of the pack, the pack returned from the dead and killed every human responsible. They say that an Alpha pack visited and ran out like Death herself had their scent. They say that nothing supernatural leaves that territory alive without the pack’s permission; that the pack has fought demon-creatures and death curses and beasts out of the old stories, and always won.’… 'They say that the pack has an archer who never misses, and a firestarter who is immune to an Alpha’s bite; that of the humans who fight alongside tooth and claw, the most dangerous is a boy with a name no one knows, who bears a red standard-’ He halts, his gaze catching on the cloth around Stiles’ head.”
Prince Among Wolves | tylerfucklin (zimothy) @deshonanana
Looking for full day/evening sitter. 2 twin boys age 4. Must have exp. w/werewolves. Must be human. No pedophiles. No teenage girls. Pay negotiable.
Notes from Reba: It wouldn’t be a complete list without this piece of art. Everyone should read this fic. Tylerfucklin is a fantastic human full of writing genius and has deemed to share it with this fandom and we should rejoice.
Crossing the World Lines | Renmackree
Summary: That’s why, at this very moment, in the interval of a second,
I wish to cross the world lines and protect your smile.
Then, once again into a time loop devoid of misery,
I will be swallowed as a lonely observer.
“Who are you?” Derek finally spoke up, making her jump at the question and lick her lips sub-consciously.
“Oh! Ah! It’s so like me to forget that. I’m Stiles. Stiles Hale.”
And if anyone asked, male Stiles did not faint.
Notes from Reba: I don’t have much to say but this is one of my very favorite fics and everyone should read this because Renmackree is a genius planner and the character development is to die for. Again, I am a sucker for alternate time line fics…
When sparks fly | LunaCanisLupus_22 @i-sveikata
Summary: “Derek,” Stiles thunders. “Were you ever going to tell me your house is trying to hook us up?”
Derek’s head snaps up, eyes wide and scenting the evident crackle of magic in the air.
Or the one where spark!Stiles moves into an enchanted apartment block owned by a grumpy alpha and is completely oblivious to the building’s efforts to matchmake them.
Notes from Reba: Holy Cannoli Batman! This fic is so cute, there’s a magic house, vampires, and its already over 50K! It might not be finished yet, but seriously, this fic is to die for.
Stiles’ Story Time | trilliath
Summary: Where Stiles is a librarian who is in charge of the kids’ reading hour and such. And Derek is 6-year-old Scott’s adoptive dad. And Stiles has his own take on Stories and Scott loves wolves and Derek likes the way Stiles’s face (ass) looks in those glasses (jeans).
Or something like that.
Basically Saucery mentioned stuff, and words sortof happened… and then I got really into retelling fairy tales and yeah…
Notes from Reba: Super cute kid fic. No explanation needed really, we should all bow down to trilliath’s writing ability.
Settle Down | wearing_tearing, whatthehale @dylansneck @hoechlinseverything
Summary: Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet. Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking. Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.
Notes from Reba: This is super sweet. Stiles is a surrogate for Derek and of course they fall in love. Just remember to read all the tags in this one because there are a few kinks in this love story.
No Way Out | trilliath @trilliath
Summary: Every big city has its share of organized crime. This city is no different, having a long-term association with the Hale family crime organization. The problem for this particular city, however, is that the crime has been getting steadily worse each year. In part due to Peter Hale’s leadership, which is ruthless and cunning, and in part because of his highly effective nephew Derek Hale who has taken on the mantle of his family upon his parents’ deaths.
Nobody has been able to infiltrate the Hale family using conventional covers. A guy couldn’t just hang around one of their bars until he looked familiar enough to one of their goons to start asking about some action. They were too good for that. Way too good for that.
And someone has to take them down.
But there is only one route left. A difficult route. A new face that none of the Hale family’s informants would know. And a young enough face to fit the profile of the sort of boy Derek Hale might… recruit.
Notes from Reba:
Warning! This is an unfinished series and the author has declared a long term hiatus from this work! They shall not be nagged to finish it.
However! This fic is absolutely perfect and y’all need to go read this right now. Like, drop everything you are doing and go read if you haven’t already. Stiles is an undercover cop and poses as a teenage runaway/prostitute/thief to get the attention of crimelord Derek. It’s full of snark and there’s even fanart!
The Eyes Have It | Werewolfinthetardis @werewolfinthetardis
Summary: It’s a new school year at Beacon Hills High. Stiles falls in love for the first time. Scott is trying to figure out his life post Allison. Derek’s betas might be coming around. Derek is finally acting like a real Alpha and trying to protect everyone from the creature that is roaming Beacon Hills. The same creature that is killing people and eating their eyes. It’s just another boring year in Beacon Hills.
(Post Season 2 AU, no S3 or Alpha Pack events)
This is a slow burn fic with no warnings. Expect the worst and hope for the best.
Notes from Reba: I know it’s not finished and it only gets updated every so often, but this fic is fabulous and everyone should read it. The OC is one of the best that I have ever read and, even though Sterek is the end goal, it is not the main focus and I am okay with that.
The Right Number | kyaticlikestea @teashoesandhair
Summary: When Stiles Stilinski’s phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he’s expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who’s got his phone.
So, of course, that’s exactly what happens.
Notes from Reba: This girl is one of my absolute favorite writers. She is so sweet and deserves all of the love and appreciation today.
Not As Described | Febricant @febricant
Summary: Stiles may have made a huge mistake.
Notes from Reba: This fic started out on Tumblr as a series of posts and it is one of the best werewolf slavery fics that I have ever read. Like, if you haven’t read this, I don’t know what you have been reading.
Behind the Mask | exclamation @jessicameats
Summary: In a world where werewolves are a ruling class, Derek Hale is one of the least regarded of the alphas. If he’s to hold his rank and get in a position to do some good, he can’t afford to show weakness. Having human body slaves is a mark of status and so there are certain expectations of how he treats his slaves Stiles and Scott.
When Sheriff Stilinski comes to Derek to beg for his son’s freedom, he glimpses a world of deception and secrets where perception is everything.
Things get even more complicated, when Derek finds himself falling for Stiles.
Notes from Reba: I’m a sucker for fake relationships and slave aus so...yeah this is right up my alley. That being said, do remember to read the tags before reading any fic.
The Company I Keep | secondstar
Summary: Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.
Notes from Reba: Do you like college au’s? Read this.
Softer Than Silk, Stronger Than Iron | NimblePhoenix
Summary: Stiles should have left them where he found them and called the wildlife department but with Stiles being Stiles, and his damn paternal instincts flaring up, of course he didn’t. Instead he brought them to the Hale house. Hey, if hanging out with Werewolves could constantly get him into life threatening situations he should at least get something good out of it…like help raising the two little wolf cubs he’s suddenly fallen in love with.
He doesn’t even realize how much he’s affecting Derek. Unfortunately for Derek, the rest of the pack does.
Notes from Reba: This fic is the reason that this blog can even exist. This, unfinished fic was the reason that I first dove into the tornado that is Sterek fanfiction. This is one of two fics, the second of which, I should be getting to soonish, that made me fall in love with fanfiction. It is perfect and I will love it until the day that I die and I wish that it would get finished but, alas, it looks like it never will… If you haven’t read this fic, you should but keep in mind that it is not finished and the author seems to have put it on the back burner.
You Don’t See Straight | annber
Summary: Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC’s.
Notes from Reba: This is the other fic responsible for my descent into darkness. It is actually finished! And there’s a companion fic for it! It is fabulous in every way and the universe is so well thought out that I was emotionally connected in a way that I didn’t, previously, think I could be. (to anything other than certain book series or anything by Kelley Armstrong or Kim Harrison)
Primary Ship: Allydia
We’re Friends When You’re On Your Knees | narceus
Six and a half days out of the week, Allison runs her own life, her college classes, the entire Argent family (currently rebuilding!), her position and responsibilities in the pack, and even the occasional need to eat and sleep, just fine.
She and Lydia are taking up a new hobby, the last night of the week. Something about stress relief. And ropes. It’s definitely about ropes.
Allison is pretty sure that she hated being tied up during hunter training, but it turns out that it’s a little different when Lydia’s the one doing the tying. Who knew?
Rating: Mature
Primary Ship: Stisaac
A Guide to the Language of Affection, by Stiles Stilinski | sky_reid
Summary: Love is when he lets you squish his face.
Notes from Reba: This is an older fic, back before Isaac became the scarf adorned ball of sass that he is now and is just a really cute Stisaac fic.
Primary Ship: Sterek
Part of My Melody | hayesgeneration
Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.
The One Where Derek Is Courting And Stiles Fears The Zombie/Werewolf Apocalypse | im_not_a_lizard
Written for this prompt: Awkward courtship funtimes! Derek is courting Stiles in the way that all male animals go about impressing their mates. Giving them practical (if weird, like, Derek gives Stiles 10kg of steak) gifts, making a nice home (he starts renovating the old Hale house), weird shit like that. Stiles is oblivious, and Scott keeps sort of helplessly hinting at what Derek is doing to little effect. Make me giggle and squeal into my pillow anon.
Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf | lielabell @lielabell
Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
These Four Walls | pandabomb
Summary: “Is your place a mess? Do you wish you had someone to take care of you and cater to your needs? Then reach us online at www.human4you.com. Your human companion awaits!”
In a world controlled by werewolves, lone alpha Derek Hale buys a mail-order human.
(3 chapters + side-chapter)
Rating: Teen and Up
Primary Ship: Allydia
Chemical Formulas Make Strange Soulmarks | captaintinymite (augopher) @captaintinymite
Summary: Lydia Martin knew from the moment she saw Allison Argent walk into her chemistry class senior year that the beautiful new student was the reason her soulmark had grown warm beneath her blouse.
Unfortunately, before she had a chance to say anything, Scott got there first.
Notes from Reba: So I might be a little biased on this one, since it was written for one of my prompts, but I’m seriously in love with this.
Primary Ship: Sterek
where others fade away | pr1nc3ssp34ch @alex-reagan
Summary: When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.
Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.
Notes from Reba: Right off of the bat, I love the name chosen for Stiles and the fact that there was thought behind it more so than “what’s the most embarassing name I can give Stiles?” Also, I am a sucker for any fic that has mates or universes that are completely different, but are also well thought out, and musicians are damn sexy. The fact that Laura is still alive and she ends up with Lydia is really just a bonus. In short: read this, you will not be dissapointed. (unless youre sad that it ended)
Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves | owlpostagain @owlpostagain
Summary: “At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Run | RonnieMinor @cardboardcupcake
Summary: It’s been five years. Five years and several thousand miles, moving on from place to place without ever looking back. Sometimes though, it’s impossible not to think about everything that he’s left behind. Returning is not as easy as he thought it would be.
Notes: Stiles is returning to his life after running away. There’s a lot of pack feels and pack dynamics. And some hurt.
so i choke on sun | turnpikedarling
Summary: It’s been six years since Stiles has been back in Beacon Hills for longer than a few weeks at a time. That doesn’t mean there wasn’t plenty of time for all the Beacon Hills bullshit to surface when he was home, it’s just been awhile since it’s been permanent.
Violets Are Blue | HalfFizzbin @halffizzbin
PROMPT—"Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it’s the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist. and obviously Stiles works with Allison, whose besotted fiance is always sending her flowers.“
With helpless crushes, stealthy pizza dates, Jenga, and overly-subtle declarations of intent.
Notes from Reba: Fun Fact, my roommate (Alex) and I share fanfictions by messaging each other links and, for this, my roommate did not send one link, she merely sent me the entire list of HalfFizzBin’s work and a note that said "Read it all” This one is my favorite.
When You Wish Upon A Dragon | lupinus
Summary: Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods.
Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid.
Notes from Reba: If you haven’t read this yet and you are in the teen wolf fandom....shame on you. This is so perfect.
Play It Again | metisket
Summary: In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
Notes from Reba: This is one of my favorites because I am a sucker for alternate time line universes and this one is well written to boot!
The 5 Stages of Finding Out You’re Dating Derek Hale | writical
Summary: Stiles gets the wedding invitation to Scott and Allison’s wedding only to realize it’s addressed to him and his boyfriend. Only, he doesn’t have a boyfriend. Right?
Stiles fills in all the little blanks and hands it back to Scott. “DON’T LOSE IT. I want that steak dinner man.”
“I’m not going to lose it Stiles, just give it to me.” Scott grabs it and starts reading it a confused look coming across his face. “So, uh.. does this mean Derek’s not going to make it to the wedding?” he asks looking back up at Stiles.
“Uh this is his RSVP.” Scott explains holding up the small card Stiles had just handed him. “You were invited together. It’s on the envelope.”
Rating: General
Primary Ship: Sterek
Needs More Sparkly Pens | mm_coconut Part of Sparkly Pens Series
Derek finds a notebook.
Notes from Reba: This is the most perfect thing ever. To make everything better, there was a part three added between when I read it and now and it is even better than the rest. Be warned, however, this is not a reading fic, it is a picture/notes fic between Derek and Stiles
One Life Down (Eight to go) | PsychicPineapple
Wherein Derek is a cat, Stiles is too nice for his own good, and Deaton probably knows more than he’s letting on.
Hey, what’s his name?’
‘Uh, Deaton calls him Derek.’
‘Derek? You’re kidding. Derek is a people name. Scott,’ Stiles gestured at the crate, ‘he’s not people.’
Yeah, well, I tried calling him ‘Mister Fluffy Pants’ one time and he shredded my favourite shirt,’ Scott sighed as he slung his backpack over one shoulder. ‘So maybe just stick with Derek.’
Notes from Reba: If you want to smile, go read any of the fics written by PsychicPineapple, they are awesome.
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Not Titled | Wolfsbanepunch @wolfsbanepunch
Excerpt (there is no summary): The woods are dark and Stiles is lost. This is a dream, he thinks.The words roll around like marbles in his mouth, battering against his teeth, scraping at his gums, aching to escape. But he doesn't let them out. He’s not sure if they’ll slip from his lips as a truth or a lie; he’s not sure of anything anymore. What’s real and what’s a dream are no longer discernible. They’re braided together, masquerading as each other.
Notes from Reba: This is a tumblr post and I read it and fell in love. Seriously, just read my original tags on this post: oh my gosh i think i just died and went to fanfiction heaven;but its dark;dark;very dark;post 3a;everyone should read it;based on a gif set;gif set included;it started with a gif set;gif set by stilesisourking;stilesisourking;reba personal favorite;one of the most well written fics i've ever read;i want more
Prompt (If you're up for it)! Stiles notices that Derek always caries a small notebook around, and every time he's just relaxed and people are not really looking he starts writing on it. Or maybe drawing? Stiles doesn't know, but he /has/ to find out, not just because being curious is part of his nature but also bc there are different emotions on Derek's face every time. His favorite one is that small smile, like he's so pleased with himself - it's just... Breathtaking.
So I wrote this and then I accidentally nerd!Derek-ed… Oops? I hope you still like it though ^^
There’s a guy in Stiles’class that’s driving him insane.
Stiles only has one classwith him and there’s no way that Stiles should be as infatuated with him as heis, but god, he is. And badly, too. Actual Lydia levels of infatuation.
Stiles first noticed him atthe beginning of their second semester. He only chose European History becausehe already knows pretty much everything about it and he needed another subject,but is he glad that he did.
The guy – Derek – always sitsin the front row, glasses perched on his nose and books spread out in front ofhim neatly. He likes to wear these cashmere sweaters that look like hugs madeout of fabric and he blushes when the teacher praises him and dear god, Stileswants to kiss him.
His favorite thing aboutDerek though – apart from the glasses – is the way his hair seems to curl alittle at the ends, towards his pointy ears and it makes him look so adorablethat Stiles is torn between wanting to fuck Derek into the desk and pattinghim.
I dunno if you take prompts often or are currently but I've read a few of your ficlets in the past and enjoyed them and I was wondering if maybe you could possibly write something with a little fluff and some laughs if you're up for it? I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow and I'm absolutely terrified so something to bring comfort for that would be immensely appreciated.
i’m sorry this took me a bit, today was too hot to think and i had a headache and it was a mess. but here it is! and i decided to mash this up with a prompt in my drafts since it was such a loose request
so have some wolfie!derek being adorable, yes?? and i hope you’re okay and everything goes well *hugs*
“This hasto stop,” Stiles says, looking down at his blood soaked feet in disgust and thenback up at Derek who is stubbornly trying to drag a deer into his house, eventhough it’s clear that the thing can’t fit through Stiles’ back door.
“Derek,”Stiles snaps and Derek immediately jumps to attention, dropping the deer andtrotting back to him as he licks his muzzle. “Can you please stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen?”
Derekgently headbutts him in the thigh and sits back, panting his happy wolf pantand wagging his tail.
Stiles’whole resolve crumbles and he buries his fingers in the soft fur between Derek’sears.
“Listen, Iknow it’s hard being stuck like that, and that you want to provide for me orwhatever, but you’re not an actual wolf, and this type of behavior is very frowned upon. Normal people don’tgive their boyfriends huge carcasses of meat, normal people give theirboyfriends flowers.”
Derekwhines softly and jumps up, setting his huge paws on Stiles’ chest and lickinghis face in apology.
“Yeah, Iknow you’re not normal people, but still.No more dead animals okay?”
Derekgrumbles and licks his cheek.
“Okay. Nowcome on, you really need a shower.”
«»
“You know,this isn’t what I meant when I said normal people give their boyfriendsflowers,” Stiles remarks.
Derek dropsanother bouquet of mauled flowers on his kitchen floor and trots right back outthe door, seemingly dead-set on giving Stiles every single flower he can gethis maw on.
“You’recleaning this up,” his dad tells him, stepping over the mangled flowers andpouring himself a cup of coffee.
Stilesthrows his hands up.
«»
“Isn’t itweird though?”
“It’s stillDerek,” Stiles tells him, burying his fingers in the soft fur behind Derek’sears and scratching.
“Yeah, but,like- he acts a lot like a dog,” Scott says, frowning down at them.
Derek liftshis head from where it had been tucked in Stiles’ neck and turns to growlsoftly at Scott.
“Like Isaid, it’s still Derek. And it’s just until the curse lifts, then he’ll be hisusual grumpy, frowny self.”
Derekgrumbles and tucks his snout back into Stiles’ neck, snuffling sadly.
Stilesloops his arms around him in a hug, wishing this goddamned curse lifted soonerthan later. He knows that right now, Derek’s brain has been simplified to theone of a wolf, he knows that that witch pulled his animalistic side up in hopesDerek would go berserk and murder them all, and he knows Derek hates it likethis, knows that he can somehow grasp that there’s something missing in him andit makes him upset.
So Stileshugs him and kisses him between the eyes and waits it out like Deaton told themto.
«»
“He bites,”Stiles informs the fifth person that tries to reach for Derek without asking ontheir daily stroll through the park.
The guyimmediately takes his hand back and eyes Derek warily. “Shouldn’t he be leashedthen?”
“He justdoesn’t like being touched, and I don’t let him out of my sight, don’t worryabout it,” he says dismissively, walking away from the guy.
“Doggy,” achild squees, running in their direction and Stiles opens his mouth to warnthem off but Derek paws at his leg and grumbles.
Stilessnaps his mouth shut and watches in something akin to awe as the kid gets theirhands on Derek’s fur and carefully pets him.
“Hi, doggy!Hi, hi, pretty doggy,” they coo as Derek passively stands still and lets thempet him, turning his snout to lick the little child’s hand and making themgiggle.
Stiles can’thelp the fond smile that takes over his features, wondering if Derek will dothe same thing with their kids when the time comes.
A harriedparent hurries their way and Stiles smiles, makes sure to be friendly and openand unthreatening.
They end uphanging out together for an hour or so, Stiles learning what it’s like to havekids from someone who went through it first-hand so recently, and Derekplayfully chasing the teeny booper around the park, falling on the floor at thelightest shove and rolling around the grass.
He’s goingto need another shower when they get home, but Stiles can’t really be botheredto care.
«»
“Dad!”Stiles calls out. “Did you do the laundry? I can’t find my clothes anywhere.”
“Have youchecked in the closet at the end of the hall?”
“In the-“
Stilesfrowns, walking down the hall and not even being that surprised to find Dereksleeping, belly up and contorted into a weird position in a nest of hisclothes.
“You’relucky you’re cute,” Stiles tells him and resigns himself to wear the shirt that’sone size too small to work.
«»
It’s beenabout two weeks since Derek went feral when Stiles wakes up in the middle ofthe night with the feeling of being suffocated.
He flailsout his arms to try to get whatever it is off of him, and gets a sleepy grumblein return. A much more human sleepy grumble than the ones he’s been getting forthe past two weeks.
He prieshis eyes open and his whole body melts with the relief of seeing Derek in hishuman form.
“Hey bigguy,” he whispers, burying his fingers in Derek’s hair and petting gently. “You’rekind of crushing me here.”
Dereksleepily squints his eyes open, grumbles and rolls to his side of the bed,grabbing at Stiles and pulling him close, spooning him.
“Not gonnatalk about it? Just gonna go back to sleep?”
Dereksnuffles against the back of his neck.
“Okay then,”Stiles whispers and wriggles around until he’s comfortable again.
A longminute passes before he feels lips on the nape of his neck and a quiet “Thankyou for taking care of me.”
“Don’tmention it,” he says, yawning hugely and grabbing for Derek’s hand, tucking itinto his chest and slowly going back to sleep.
okay what about sterek grocery store AU where stiles is dumping very strange healthy crap in his cart and derek is weirded out but fascinated
Alright but my mind went in a different direction here,forgive me.
Derek Hale who is a total health freak – who has green drinksevery morning, who works out relentlessly, who replaces his bread with lettuceleaves.
Derek Hale who makes all his own food from scratch, who buysthe healthiest produce - always organic, where he can.
Derek Hale who is fed up of his sisters teasing him, ofbeing told he’s weird, all because he likes looking after his body.
Derek Hale who sees his man – this fucking gorgeous man – loading up his shopping card with kaleand wheatgrass and buckwheat pasta and falling a little bit in love because all that is healthy on a sex stick.
Derek doesn’t really know what he’s doing but his feet do,as he walks towards said man – walks towards him, puts his hand out, smiles andsays, “I have a coupon for the kale, if you want one.” And god, it’s the worst pick up line in the history of pick up lines but it –for whatever reason – works. Gorgeous guy lights up, stutters out a shy thanks, taking the coupon Derek offershim.
But okay.
Stiles Stilinski who eats appallingly. Everything he buys,everything green and colourful and good? Yeah,that’s all for his dad. But this dude – this dude, who is sex on legs and hasthe cutest bunny teeth imaginable – thinks he’s like him– healthy. And fuck, Stiles has got butterflies in his stomach and this guy, for whatever reason, is smiling and him and asking him if hewants to maybe grab a juice at the smoothie bar across the street and Stiles –Stiles stupidly blurts out that he loves thatplace. He knows he shouldn’t say that, especially not when Sexy BunnyTeeth practically gives him heart eyes because, Really? You’re the first person I’ve met who likes that place!
Stiles Stilinski who pretends for six fucking months to be a vegan because, yup, that came out of his idiotic mouth too on that first day and he just…couldn’t find a way to take it back.
Stiles Stilinski who, somewhere between meeting Sexy BunnyTeeth and falling in love with Derek Hale, goes from shovelling burgers andcurly fries down his throat like he’s consuming oxygen to waking up before Derek andmaking them smoothies, before doing yoga. Stiles Stilinski who goes from playing video games everyevening to going on evening runs. Stiles Stilinski…who is so far fucking goneon Derek Hale he changes his lifestyle forhim. (”Karma is a bitch, son.” “Shut up and eat your vegetables, dad.”)
Stiles Stilinski who tells Derek on their first anniversaryif he doesn’t have a burger, a milk shake, something, right now, he’s going to die. Stiles Stilinski who waits for the fall out, for Derek to askhim what the fuck or to leave orlaugh or something, but all he’s metwith is, “if you aren’t vegan, why didn’t you just…eat junk food when I wasn’tthere?” Stiles Stilinski who opens and closes his mouth several times beforesaying, “I don’t know. I just wanted to…I didn’t want you to leave. I just wanted tobe someone you could…love.”
Derek Hale who is so gone on this fucking idiot, who leansin after several painstakingly long moments, brushes his lips against Stiles’ and whispers, “I knew I saw you eyeing up hot dogs the other day.” Laughs, takes Stiles’ hand, says, “Just marry me and we’ll call it even.”
“W- what?”
“Marry me.”
Stiles Stilinski, who almost accidentally stabs himself with afork in an attempt to throw himself across the restaurant table, relief pouring through him, knocking aplate of curly fries to the floor as he yells yes over and over, peppering kisses and I love yous across Derek’s face.
“You’re such an idiot,” Derek kisses back. “You could be made of junk food and I still wouldn’t leave you, you know.”
“Your idiot?” Stiles grins, batting his eyelashes.
sterek, witness protection au, reunion, warning for kate argent
@bleep0bleep i don’t know if you remember me telling you about this idea, but i finally found some time to write it
i hope you all enjoy!
Stiles opens the bar door and steps out of the rain and into the warmth. He’s dripping water all over the ground, shivering, and he scans the room for a payphone. Stiles sighs in relief and walks over, the background chatter of the bar filling his ears.
“Phone over there is broken,” the bartender calls out. Stiles grits his teeth together. He’s been driving for hours, and he has no idea what town he is even in.
“Yeah, thanks,” he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He finds his wallet and thinks he has enough cash for one beer. He’s tired and wet and cold. His shirt is sticking to him and when he walks towards the bar his shoes squeak against the floor.
He sees a girl laugh and throw back her head, brown hair down to her shoulders. She has a mole under her right eye and Stiles stops moving. His heart starts to thud and he thinks he’s going crazy, thinks he’s seeing things because the girl looks exactly like Laura Hale.
Stiles stares at her, and six years have gone by but it can’t be anyone else. It just can’t. The bartender is asking if he’s alright and he doesn’t say anything because he’s not. He’s tired and wet, and now Stiles thinks he’s hallucinating.
Then the girl turns her head, smile still on her face. Stiles’ fingers are shaking from the cold and from his shock, and then, then the girl’s smile fades. Her eyes widen with panicked recognition and Stiles knows. That is definitely Laura Hale.
But he still can’t move. Here are the answers he’s been begging, needing for years and Stiles can’t move his damn feet.
“Laura,” he whispers, but his voice is hoarse and the music and chatter of the bar stops anyone from hearing him.
Laura swallows, and her hands are shaking. She doesn’t look happy to see Stiles, and Stiles feels his heart break. He’s as good as a stranger, no one, nothing.
Laura’s eyes flit to the man at the end of the bar talking to one of his friends. Stiles doesn’t miss the involuntary movement and he glances there.
“Oh god,” he hears Laura say.
Stiles looks at the man and his heart breaks. He lets out a choked out sound, stumbling closer but still not making it very far.
It’s Derek.
He’s not sure for a moment, thick stubble all along his jaw and his body shows off impressive muscles. He’s not lean like he used to be, not the boy Stiles knew, but a man. A gorgeous man and Stiles has missed him more than anything.
Do you know what the world needs? Cheerleader Derek. Maybe he joined the varsity team because Cora (non-canon ages) is nervous about trying out for the grade school team and he's a good brother? And somewhere along the line, sterek.
Cora’s making the face again, that disappointed-angry-at-the-world face that Derek hates. “What’s wrong? Why are you home from practice so early?”
Cora slumps on the table headfirst until only the bright red ribbons in her hair are visible and just groans. “I hate cheerleading.”
Derek blinks. Cora loves the sport, and she was named captain this year, a major feat for a sophomore. “What? I thought this was your year to go to Nationals and stuff.”
“Well, yeah, but Jason and Ricky both joined the swim team instead and now we only have one thrower, Derek! All that choreography I worked on over the summer goes out the window if we don’t have any amazing jumps! Janelle can throw but I only have one and I need two otherwise everything is off balance and we’re not even going to qualify for Nationals and I’m a huge failure as cheer captain and I’m not going to get into college and everything–”
“I’ll do it,” Derek says.
“What?”
“I’ll join your team,” Derek says, more firmly. “It means a lot to you, and basketball season won’t start until the spring. I can do this for you.”
Cora’s eyes light up. “Really?”
“Of course.” How hard could it be, anyways?
Derek may have spoken too soon. The practices, he can handle, the uniforms, the constant chatter of the other cheerleaders, the ache in his shoulders after practice, Boyd and Erica’s gentle teasing about how tight his uniform is, it’s all manageable.
What he had completely not accounted for is Beacon Prep Academy’s running back, Stiles Stilinski.
Hi M! Thank you for opening up your prompts and sending good stuff out into the world! I was driving to work the other day and the local fire dept was out holding their boots at the intersection for donations and my mind automatically Sterek'd it 1/2
So if you want to, I’d like to see you write Derek and Stiles in that situation. I don’t mind who’s driving to work and who’s the fireman so you pick! Thank you again :) 2/2
“Would you like to donate to the Beacon Hills Firefighters Fund?”
Stiles gapes at the specimen of a man standing beside his car, holding out a giant rubber boot with a cheerful “DONATE” sign taped to it. The man is tall, dark, bearded, and frowning, though Stiles can’t tell if the latter is because he’s genuinely unhappy or just protecting his eyes from the sun’s glare.
“Uh,” Stiles says, because it’s too early for him to think when he’s looking at a firefighter who might as well have walked out of his wet dreams.
The guy raises his eyebrows and gestures with the boot. The way his T-shirt stretches over his shoulders and biceps should be illegal. “Do you want to donate?” he asks again.
“I, uh, sure!” Stiles says, scrambling for his wallet. Anything to keep Sexy Firefighter at his window just a bit longer. “What did you say it was for?”
“The Beacon Hills Firefighters Fund. We raise money to provide aid to the families of firefighters who are injured on the job,” the guy says. “We also donate a percentage to the community food bank.”
“Wow, so you guys are really up on the whole saving lives thing,” Stiles joked.
Sexy Firefighter’s eyebrows dip down. “Uh. Yes?”
Well, that fell flatter than a pancake. Stiles drops his money in the boot and ducks his head, hoping the guy can’t see the way his cheeks are burning. “Ah, well. That’s very good to hear. My dad’s the sheriff–which, I mean, that’s not quite the same thing, but it’s in the whole public service thing–so I’m a hundred percent on board with that. Hope you guys get a lot more money. Wave those boots!”
Thankfully, the light turns green right then, and Stiles shouts a quick “bye” and drives off before his mouth can embarrass him any further.
Sexy Firefighter’s bewildered look haunts him for the rest of the day.
***
He’s in the coffee shop after work, having mostly put the incident out of his mind, although he is planning on getting drunk with Scott and lamenting his awkwardness later. Stiles has just finished ordering his usual post-work smoothie when a soft voice behind him says, “I’ll pay for that.”
Stiles damn near jumps out of his skin. Sexy Firefighter is standing right there, and he gives Stiles a small smile before paying the barista.
Stiles gapes at him. “Um. Hi. Why are you paying for my smoothie?”
Sexy Firefighter hooks his thumbs in his belt loops and gives Stiles a frankly devastating smile. “Most people throw in five or ten bucks at most. I remember the people who throw in fifties.”
“Fifty doll–” Stiles smacks his hand over his eyes. He didn’t even look at the cash he threw into the boot. “Oh my God.”
Sexy Firefighter laughs. “The Beacon Hills Fire Department thanks you for your generosity and would like to show that gratitude by buying you a drink.”
“Just the smoothie?” Stiles asks, his heart beating faster. “Or could I interest you in buying a harder drink?”
Sexy Firefighter’s eyebrows go up. “Very smooth.”
Stiles feels his face heat. “Yeah, well, that’s about as smooth as it gets from me. Fair warning.”
Sexy Firefighter holds out his hand. “I’m Derek Hale, and I’m free on Friday.”
Stiles shakes his hand. Derek has a very nice grip. “I’m Stiles Stilinski, and I’ll pick you up at six?”
Derek grins. “Six sounds great. I’ve got to head out, but I’m looking forward to that drink.” He pulls a business card out of his pocket and hands it over. “Call me, okay?”
Stiles grips the card like a lifeline. “Definitely.”
Derek walks out of the coffee shop, and Stiles has to shake himself out of watching him go.
Looks like he’ll be doing a lot less drunken lamenting tonight.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A week after Cora Hale returns to Beacon Hills, she meets Lydia Martin in an alleyway, right after she throws Lydia's ex-boyfriend into a dumpster. Cora has no intentions of getting any further involved in the girl's business, nor does she plan on saying yes when Lydia asks her on a date.
Then again, Cora also had no intentions of ever becoming a vigilante but of course, that doesn't go according to plan either.
It must be something in the water. Things never got this weird in Brazil.
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