Derek has grown to enjoy volunteering at the animal shelter. He didn’t like how he came to be volunteering there, a volun-told situation involving his sister, but a few months later, and it becomes something he looks forward to every Saturday. He’d like to claim its the love of the animals, which is partially true.
“My cute neighbour from down the hall keeps coming to my apartment, claiming there are Pokemon they need to capture in here. What they don’t know is I too have the Pokemon go app, and know for a fact there are no Pokemon in my apartment. But I allow them to keep using the excuse, because I get to see them more AU”
Derek gets the text whilst three thousand miles away helping Cora move into her new house with her new boyfriend-slash-fiancé. He almost drops his phone twice on his rush to get it, making Cora snort and then bend her fingers into a heart shape and wink at him. “I have good news and bad news.”
He was sitting in front of a fan for fucks sake, in nothing but his boxers and a cold cloth on his head. This wasn’t helping even a little bit; between the hot air and the cloth not staying cold he was ready to go swim in the arctic, meanwhile Derek was working out like the fucking weirdo he is.
Stiles knows he shouldn’t do this, but Stiles also isn’t famous for having any kind of survival instincts or keeping his mouth shut in high stress situations, so. “What did you say about my alpha?” he spits, getting up so fast that his chair topples back with and smacks loudly on the floor in the suddenly quiet room.
Stiles has had a very bad day and all he wants is ice cream. Stiles stares disconsolately at the empty spot in the giant supermarket freezer where his chocolate-coconut ice cream should be. He presses his forehead to the cool glass and groans. Today is the worst day.
“You’re such an asshole.” Stiles said between trying to catch his breath.“And yet I’m still the one fucking you open instead of that fucker boyfriend of yours. I’m the one using your hole for the night.”
Stiles having night shifts at the station had spelled the end of their sex-life.It had been okay, for the most part, because Derek loved Stiles for a lot more than just the (incredible) sex. Still, neither of them would ever turn down the opportunity to do-the-diddly-do when they could.
Stiles is just trying to get through senior year in one piece while juggling AP classes, college applications, and jerks on the lacrosse team calling him “four eyes”. But a certain lacrosse captain has other plans for Stiles.
Stiles and Derek just got married and are a little too lovey-dovey for other people at the airport. So they decide to find a utility closet to have some private time. At least, as private as they can get in an airport, anyway.
Derek owns a bakery and Stiles comes in wanting something for a broken heart (very over-dramatic about it) but he gets so distracted by the cake (muscles) that he totally forgets alllll about it. OR: Stiles eats a lot of cake. Derek’s communication skills are lacking. And they bitch and snark their way to a happy ending.
“My name’s Stiles, and I just ruined your shirt, and your coffee, and probably your morning. “Well, Derek can agree with the first two, but his morning is definitely not ruined, because it was worth it to be pushed over if he was pushed by someone so beautiful. He would let the guy knock him on over a hundred times. As long as it doesn’t involve burning coffee every time.
Stiles meets Derek at a motel after talking to each other for months on the phone. Stiles is ready to be with Derek, in every way. And in this instance, that way is the intimate way. Needless to say, having sex with Derek is an amazing experience.
"You’re falling for him,” she says, and it’s not a question. Stiles looks up, blinks, and shakes his head. “No,” he lies. “We work out, have really intense sex, and then eat cereal marketed for children. We have a system, okay? Why upset the arrangement?”
“Not that lubed-up Q-tips aren’t the sexiest thing in the world, but I kinda want to know what it’s like, you know. To be impaled on your huge dick without actually being impaled.” “It was about to get sexy there, but you shot the mood right in the face.” In which Stiles is a faerie and Derek is sick and tired of not being able to fuck him. Bonus
The thought is, the soul mark is ambiguous so people feel like they have a choice in who they fall in love with. Stiles thinks it’s to torture him. Derek thinks it means nothing. Then they meet each other, and realize they’re both wrong.
Stiles Stilinski thought of himself as the master of bad spur-of-the-moment decisions. Getting his best friend turned into a werewolf because he’d thought finding half of a dead body in the woods at night would be ‘cool‘ and ‘fun‘ was only the beginning of a long, long list. So when Stiles got semi-permanent tattoos all over his arms in winter without even once thinking it could maybe become a pain in the ass to hide in the summer? He didn’t surprise himself, really.
Or, the one where Stiles is a witch covered in sigils but didn’t tell anybody why he’s covering his arms all summer. Derek jumps to conclusions and A Reveal ensues.
Three years ago Stiles Stilinski walked into Straight From Hale Bakery to get a birthday cake for his daughter
Now, through a series of stupid events, he’s sitting at a bake sale table next to his apparent longtime freind (who he’s completely in love with) Derek Hale, trying to sell cookies to win his daughter’s class a pizza party- and also to defeat the not-exactly-evil Atlanta Five Bakery that the Hales have some strange vicious rivalry with, who just so happens to be trying to win a pizza party for THEIR daughter too
Also: Werewolves, levitating apple juice, and covert operations via Lydia Martin
Derek’s family has had it. He’s too grumpy. They want him to get a boyfriend. Enter: Deaton as matchmaker. The only problem is: the match he has in mind for Derek isn’t looking for a boyfriend - he’s looking for a familiar.