he would have been face to face with derek

The Portrait

Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”


Fifteen years ago, when nine year old Derek was sat down by his parents and informed of his duty as a prince to his kingdom, he didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be engaged. There was brief talk of marriage that he’d let fly right past him, so far in the future it wasn’t a concern, and the vague knowledge that he was spoken for, but it had little impact on his life at the time. 

He was told his betrothed had just turned three, like Cora, which brought up the memory of his little sister throwing his favorite book in a full toilet just the week before, and then he dismissed the entire issue from his mind when Laura called for him to join their game of hide and seek. He had more important things to worry about than some baby in another land, ruining other people’s prized possessions.

Ten years ago, they received word that Queen Claudia had passed, and fourteen year old Derek had dutifully signed the condolences his mother penned from the family, but it hardly affected him beyond pulling him away in the middle of his sword training. It was a distant death in a distant northeastern kingdom, affecting people Derek had never even seen before. He returned to his training alongside his best friend and future guard Boyd, and that was that.

The same happened nine years ago, upon the marriage of King Jonathon and his new wife, Queen Melissa; he signed the longwinded letter of congratulations, sat through a brief lecture on the importance of keeping up on these things and staying informed of these types of changes for political reasons, and then dashed back outside to where Boyd was waiting with their horses, forgetting it all in seconds. They were a distant family he had no personal connection to, he couldn’t say he felt strongly either way about their brand new union.

Eight years ago, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him with the arrival of a portrait.

The Portrait was the only portrait of his betrothed that was ever sent, and Derek was grateful for King Jonathon’s foresight. The first was upsetting enough on its own, as was the realization that Derek was going to be joined in holy matrimony to its subject, and he didn’t need the customary annual portraits to remind him of his fate. He tried to be less shallow about it, look for the inner beauty and the whip-smart mind his mother always praised after her visits to the north, but there was no getting around it. 

His fiancé was terrifying.

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mimzee-madz  asked:

Okay but Emma, let's think about this real quick, so we all know that stiles and Derek were def a thing I mean especially in between season 2 and 3 when looking for the alpha pack, right? But what if they were just flirting then? What if nothing happened then? And they both have the intention of picking up where they left off after the alpha pack is taken care of, but then Stiles is possessed. And once they save Stiles, Derek just can't be someone who could potentially hurt Stiles, so he (1/?)

Stays away. And there’s more than definitely a few stolen moments between the two of them. A first kiss here, a hot and heady make out session while on the hunt for the baddie of the week, but it all comes to a head right after Stiles thinks Derek is gonna die, cause after the fight, Derek comes to tell Stiles that he’s leaving Beacon Hills, but they don’t get around to talking that night because all Stiles wants to do is kiss and touch and feel Derek, and know that he’s alive and safe and hold, and the moment is beautiful! 

And Stiles makes plans for the morning during whispered conversations and soft kisses. In the morning he’ll make chocolate chip pancakes, and they will talk about what this means for them. But in the morning, Stiles gets up and Derek is gone. All that’s left is a note that says ‘I’m sorry. I love you’.

Why……why would you hurt me in this way???

Okay, but let me make this better. Because Derek travels around the world and he can’t just shut Stiles out of his life, okay? He thought about it but when it comes to Stiles, Derek is actually pretty weak. Although, he thinks with a smile, maybe not weak. Just….less inclined to put more walls up. Not that Stiles hasn’t found several ways of climbing over Derek’s walls already, but Derek can’t say he’s ever been truly upset about that. Not really. 

So he takes to sending Stiles notes from wherever he is. He sends a note on the back of a napkin saying the milkshakes in Paris are good and another one on a motherfucking rock, the words carved  out by one of Derek’s claws; it reads, ‘it’s warm here but not as warm as in your bed’. He hesitates for five whole days before sending it. 

(The rock is something Stiles cherishes for weeks; he sleeps with it under his pillow and looks at it before he goes to bed. He holds it when he’s scared and eventually puts it in a box where, up until that point, he only put things that had belonged to his mom. He figures she’ll keep Derek safe.)  

Neither of them call - it’s a rule neither of them voiced, but it’s rule all the same. It’s only when Stiles shows up in Washington and runs into Derek - literally, runs into him, late for class - that Derek realises the utter fucking hell Stiles and the pack went through after he left, and all Derek can do is say ‘sorry’ over and over again, practically shaking because he should have been there, he never should have left. Why did he think him leaving would make Beacon Hills a safer place? He’s babbling, he’s pretty sure, in a way he wants to blame Stiles for because he never babbles, that is until – until Stiles is cupping his face and shushing him; saying things like, “I’m glad you weren’t there, sourwolf. Knowing you, you would have died.“

Derek rolls his eyes at that but Stiles is 100% serious. “You could have died,” he says again. He says it over and over until he’s the one shaking and Derek is the one cupping his face. 

“I’m going to protect you,” Stiles then says, after a minute. “I…..I want to protect you, Derek Hale. For the rest of…..well. Yeah.”

Derek smiles, raising an eyebrow. His heart is beating so fast. Stiles always wants to protect him. “You always want to protect me,” he whispers, biting his lip. 

His heart beats faster. 

Stiles snorts. “Want is a strong word, big guy. I didn’t want to do jack for you in the beginning.”

“Then why save me, all those times?”

“Dunno,” Stiles shrugs, his own heart beat caught between steady and a stutter. “Guess I just thought you were worth saving.”

Derek smiles again, ducking his head. “Guess I thought you were too,” he breathes, leaning in for a kiss. 

anonymous asked:

hi! i'm new to the fandom and was wondering if you could rec me some sterek long fics (30k and above) ? :3

Sure thing, sweetie! Let me start by saying welcome to the fandom!! Hope you’re liking it so far, our people have a lot of talent and I’m really excited for you see everything. Arranged shortest fic to the longest fic.

Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah (E 27k)

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

We’ll Still Have The Summer by allyasavedtheday (T 32k)

He’s too busy waxing poetic in his own head about the surly – dreamy – dude holding the sign for the hotel to notice Scott already making his way over. He pauses halfway when he realises Stiles isn’t following him, turning around and eyeing Stiles curiously, “Dude, come on, the guy’s waiting.”

Stiles snaps himself into action and pushes his cart carrying his suitcases over to where Scott’s introducing himself to Stiles’ future husband.

“-And this is Stiles,” Scott is saying just as Stiles arrives next to him.

“I’m Derek,” the guy replies gruffly, folding the sign up and tucking it under his arm. “I’ll be taking you back to the hotel.”

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (E 33k)

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

I Have Faith In Nights by DaintyBoots (M 35k)

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah (M 41k)

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

After The Storm by matildajones (M 41k)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

A Pirate’s Life For Me by Hepzheba (E 42k)

The Sheriff’s department of Beacon Hills is finally getting a K-9 unit. Stiles is thrilled. Well, he would have been if he had remembered that they were starting today. He wishes someone had reminded him. He also wishes someone had informed him that his new colleague and the one who’s going to help them start the K9 unit is smokin’ hot. Or that is new partner in form of a dog kind of lives to disobey him.

If this doesn’t work out he hopes his dad will write him a letter of recommendation to a department somewhere in Alaska.

There are no real pirates in this story.

It’s Insanity, but… by rosepetals42 (M 56k)

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he’s very specific on that fact.)

I have a bunch more over 30k but these are some of my favorites. Hope you like these!

My fanfic recommendations requests are always open.

@hazel-the-witchHey Hazel! Thanks for giving me carte-blanche on this, and I hope you liked where I took it! I just couldn’t resist including awkward Derek and insecure Stiles :D Happy Holidays to you!

Stiles is not attracted to Derek. Not at all. And no amount of half-naked werewolf showing up bleeding on his bed is going to change that.

by @yoshifics


Stiles had known it from the first time he’d seen Derek.

I’m never spending any length of time with that guy, he’d thought.

It hadn’t only been Derek’s murder face that had convinced him to promptly give up the idea of attempting something with the man. Sure, he’d seemed like a grumpy murderer at first glance, but Stiles knew better than anyone how hard bad first impressions could be to shake off (Mrs. Carlson two houses over still eyed him warily whenever he got within 20 feet of her front door).

No, the true problem was not in Derek’s face. Or rather it was, but not in his expression as Stiles had briefly entertained. The root of the problem laid in Derek’s everything!

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So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”


“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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halesstiles  asked:

Sterek + “We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL,” Stiles said, looking around and shuddering. 

“Stiles it’s just a store,” Derek said with a laugh, looking down at the pile of clothes that Stiles had just dumped onto the growing pile of discarded clothes, “None of these worked?”

“No,” Stiles said, sounding like a petulant child, “I can’t believe Lydia is making me buy a new suit for her stupid wedding.”

“I’ll tell her you said that,” Derek threatened, “Let’s try that’s try that shop that Jackson suggested.”

“I’m an entry level FBI agent, I can’t afford to shop where Jackson shops,” Stiles said, running a hand through his hair and frowning.

“I wasn’t suppose to tell you, but Lydia is insisting on paying for it,” Derek said. 

“She, what?”

“She wants you to fit into the theme of the wedding,” Derek said, shaking his head, “You know Lydia.”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Stiles said shaking his head, “Okay fine, if Lydia is paying we can go to that shop that Jackson suggested.”

“Great,” Derek said, grabbing Stiles’ hand and leading him out of the store, “We’re getting lunch first, we were in that damn store for 2 hours.”

“Thank god, I’m starving,” Stiles said with a smile, walking toward the food court, “That store really was evil.”

“Yeah I’m 99% sure the clerk was a fairy,” Derek said when they were out of ear shot, “Never trust a fairy.”

“You should have told me earlier that Lydia was buying, we could have left!” Stiles said with a laugh, feeling better now that he was out of the yellow light of the dressing room. 

“If I had known it was money that was holding you back I would have told you before we event walked into the mall, you know I hate it here,” Derek said.

“You didn’t have to come,” Stiles said, looking down, not knowing what else to say. Derek saw the tension in his face and wanted to smooth the lines between Stiles’ eyes, he wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t wanted to. 

“Of course I did, I wasn’t going to make you suffer alone,” Derek said shaking his head, “I love you, that would just be cruel.”

“You love me?”

“Shit,” Derek said, running a hand through his hair. They had only been dating for a few months, maybe it was too soon to have said it. 

“No, not shit,” Stiles said, grabbing Derek’s face, “I love you too.”

They got kicked out of the mall. It’s a good thing Jackson’s suit shop was downtown or else they would have had to drive to Beacon Heights to get Stiles’ suit for the wedding. 

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

anonymous asked:

Random reminder that you're most excellent and glorious.

“This is a gentle reminder that you’re most excellent and glorious.” 

Derek snorts, looking up from his book, unable to resist smiling. “You know, you don’t have to sweet talk - wait, are you - my face is up here!

Stiles raises his head, a little dazed, from where it had been - what Derek had thought was resting - in his lap. He gives him a look. Him. A look. I wasn’t talking to youasshole.” He rolls his eyes and scoffs, like Derek did something to earn it. “I was talking to your -”

“-dick?” 

Putting his book down, Derek buries his face in his hands, wondering if it’s still too late to back out of this relationship. The wedding was only yesterday, after all. He’s sure people would understand. 

Especially when Stiles sighs, long an suffering, and pets him. Pets his dick like it’s a d-

“I’m trying to encourage him,” he explains, shaking his head fondly and lying back down, nuzzling back in at his thigh. “Now that we’re married, he’ll need all the encouragement he can get.”

Derek’s eyes widen. This is not happening.

Except.

Who is he kidding. 

Of course this is happening.

Derek opens his mouth to speak, thinks better of it, and returns to his book. Where was he - right, Alexander the Great was just about to conquer Egypt.

“Isn’t that right, Miguel?” Stiles whispers - and what.Whose a good boy? Who is it?” 

“Did you name -”

He doesn’t even finish his question before he pushes Stiles off the bed. The groan he receives in return is almost satisfying. Almost because apparently he still cares about this man-child. Derek peers over the side. 

“You good?”

Stiles gives him a thumbs up, coughs. “…yeah.”

“Good,” Derek says, nodding, smiling. “Good.”

Tell me Tomorrow

“Alright, here we go,” Derek said softly, maneuvering Stiles’ coltish limbs to get him seated on the bed without toppling both of them over in an inebriated heap. Stiles made an indignant noise at the man-handling, and Derek bit back a smile. Occasionally he regretted not being able to get drunk himself, but it was amusing enough to see his friends in this state. He knelt and started loosening the laces of Stiles’ shoes, murmuring, “let’s take these off.”

Once his charge was in sock feet, Derek got him standing again, manfully ignoring how handsy Stiles he was being. As usual. Was it a lack of inhibitions or lack of balance that made the difference? He could never tell.

“C’mon, let’s get you into some sweats,” he encouraged, hoping Stiles was at least sober enough to change his own pants.

The running commentary was as much for his benefit as Stiles’. It played into that familiar, worn persona: Derek the responsible older friend, bringing Drunky McDrunkface home safe and tucking him in because the kid didn’t know how to hold his liquor. Youths!

That was who he was supposed to be, anyways. God knows they weren’t anything else to each other. The big brother role didn’t quite fit now, if it ever had, but framing things that way still seemed infinitely preferable to coming at this situation - alone with Stiles in his dimly-lit room, helping him out of his stiff jeans and into soft sleep clothes - without any emotional barriers in place.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles stage whispered, leaning close.

“What?”

Stiles snorted back a giggle, tripping over his own feet a little as he slung an arm around Derek’s shoulder, grabbing at his wrist with the other hand for balance. “Derek.”

“What?” Stiles had moved to clutching his bicep, now, face bobbing close enough that Derek could smell the crisp gin on his breath. It was gross, he reminded himself. He resented Scott for sending him home to deal with Stiles while he and Kira stayed out celebrating their new degrees. He did.

“Derek, I…” Stiles broke off in a laugh again. “I…”

You… what? Derek wondered, but he suppressed his curiosity with gritted teeth. As if Stiles’ teasing wasn’t irritating enough sober. At least then it was usually comprehensible. “If you can’t spit it out now, just tell me tomorrow when you’re sober.”

Stiles squinted at him, a surprisingly steady and weighing look. “Okay,” he said finally.

“Okay,” Derek echoed, glancing back at the bed. “Well, let’s…”

The kiss took him entirely by surprise, enough that his knees bumped the edge of the bed and buckled. 

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Photograph - Derek Hale x Reader

Request: Can you do a Derek Hale imagine that Derek and the reader are together and it’s his birthday, so she gives him a photo album with photos of his childhood and his family?

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

“(Y/n) what is this?” Derek stared at his wife with tears in his eyes as his fingers traced over a picture of his mother that he hadn’t seen since he was sixteen. She sat next to him, briefly wondering if this had been a bad idea before he pulled her into his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. (Y/n) brushed away a stray tear from his cheek with the pad of her thumb while smiling at him softly.

“I remembered how quiet you got when I was showing you all of my family photos a couple of weeks ago and I realised that you don’t have that but, “ She swallowed noisily, the hope in Derek’s eyes overwhelming her. “But everyone should have family photos and all the silly memories that come with them, so I spoke to Peter and he helped me find them, there aren’t many-“

“It’s perfect” His voice was hoarse as he turned back to the photo album in his lap. “How did you find them?”

“Peter had some on his laptop, there was a couple in the vault as well” Derek nodded, too captivated by the pictures in front of him to speak. His heart swelled when he turned the page to find a picture of Talia teaching Laura how to hold him properly. Their eyes were full of love as they stared down at him, cocooned in a blanket with dark tufts of hair covering his head. A surprised laugh escaped his mouth when he turned another page to find a picture of himself dressed as Woody from ‘Toy Story’.

“You look adorable” Derek reached for (y/n)’s hand, finding comfort when she squeezed it reassuringly.

“I begged mum to buy me the hat for weeks, when she finally did I wouldn’t take it off” (Y/n) snicker softly before pressing a kiss to his cheek and cuddling into his side. Derek wrapped his arm around her waist while using the other to turn to the next page. They’d skipped forward to when he’d joined the Beacon Hills basketball team. His uniform was far too big, making it hang off his body but there was a huge smile on his face. Derek remembered how much time he’d spent practising with his dad and Peter to ensure he would make the team and how proud they’d all been when it had paid off.

They kept going until they ran out of pictures, (y/n) wished she could have found more but judging from the smile on Derek’s face, he didn’t care. Gently, he pulled her into his lap, snaking his arms around her waist as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. He pressed a tender kiss to the exposed skin of her collarbone before lifting his head to connect their lips. His movements were slow and deliberate as he poured all of his love and adoration for her into the action. When they pulled away, he brushed her hair behind her ear before resting their foreheads together.

“Thank you”


A couple of weeks later, (y/n) was cleaning the living room she found the photo album on the coffee table with several bits of paper scattered around it. Wiping her hands on the back of her jeans, she moved to sit on the sofa. As she picked up the book, it fell open to a page she hadn’t seen before. The picture was from one of her first dates with Derek, they’d gone to the park and bought ice creams. Derek was kissing her nose as she scrunched her eyes shut while laughing. Turning to the next page, she found a picture she’d never seen before. They were lying on Derek’s worn sofa that he had refused to throw away in the loft. She was lying on her side as Derek had his arms curled around her middle protectively while they slept.

“Lydia took it, she came to see you and found us like that” (Y/n) grinned as Derek rounded the sofa to sit next to her. She kept turning the pages, finding more and more photos of the two of them. The last photo was from their wedding day, they were dancing, staring ardently into each other’s eyes as the rest of the room seemed to fade away.

Derek shifted beside her, clearing his throat as he watched her expression carefully. “I was thinking that we could keep adding pictures to it, y’know of our family?”

(Y/n) beamed at him, nodding her head. “I guess we can start with a sonogram” He turned to her in surprise, his eyes dropping to her stomach. “I found out yesterday, I was going to tell you at dinner”

All Derek could do was pull her into his arms, his heart going wild as he thought of the child she was carrying. He moved so quickly that (y/n) fell back as he pressed on top of her. She giggled softly as he littered kisses across her face, his smile practically glowing with happiness.

“How far along are you?” Derek moved down her body to nuzzle into her stomach, his hands resting there protectively.

“I think I’m about two months but we’ll find out at the appointment tomorrow” His heart swelled in his chest as he gazed at the woman he loved.


A year and one pregnancy later, (y/n) found herself buying another photo album. Derek had taken so many photos of their son, Arthur that they’d filled the pages of their album and already had pictures waiting to go in the new one.

When (y/n) went home, she walked through the door to find Derek fast asleep in the rocking chair she’d insisted they had in the nursery with Arthur cuddled on his chest. As she unlocked her phone to take a picture she finally understood why Derek was constantly taking photos. She never wanted to forget the small memories she shared with her family, especially when they were so adorable.


I wanted to do something for the upcoming holiday. I haven’t made a rec list for awhile, so here is a list of some really wonderful fics. This is a wide variety, so hopefully everyone will find something to enjoy. I went back through my last three months of reading, so they should all be fairly new. Enjoy. <3 

Happy New Year Everyone! 

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A Curious Compliment  idareu2bme

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

A Fox’s Tale spellwovennight

Stiles loves A Fox’s Tale, a bookstore he took over after his mom dies. Unfortunately, a box store, Hale’s Wolftastic Books, is moving town and is going to be tough competition, but he has his friends, family, and texting buddy, Mr. Grumpy to help him through it.

Derek is annoyed to be moving to Beacon Hills to help start up the newest branch of Hale’s Wolftastic Books and to help Laura prepare for her upcoming wedding. He’s surprised to find himself falling in love with the town, and it’s inhabitants. If only his texting conversations with Smartass weren’t emotionally confusing.

Or a You’ve Got Mail AU that nobody asked for.

Alone Together asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato)

Derek has lost his pack. Stiles has lost his pod. They find each other on the high seas. 

Cut It Out And Then Restart  suchfun

Years ago, when they were first starting out both in their relationship and their careers, when they were babies and hardly understood their car insurance let alone the multi-billion dollar, all-consuming, world-encompassing, life-altering business of news reporting—back then, Derek would practice his expressions in the mirror, and Stiles would think, I’m so glad he’ll never have to use that face with me.

And then Stiles screwed up, and he’s seen nothing but that face for the past two years. Aesthetically, it’s still an awesome face, and it probably always will be, but Derek is so much more than another hot dude. And he always will be.

Don’t You Hear that Rhythm secondstar

Being the opener for Blue Pagan was only the beginning for Marked & Bitten frontman Stiles Stilinski. Falling for their violinist, though, felt something more like the beginning of something greater.

down in flames series standinginanicedress

Stiles has been fucking obsessed with famous werewolf author Derek Hale since he was fifteen years old and the first book came out. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. Like, had a poster of the guy hanging up on the wall above his bed, obsessed. When Hale moved back to Beacon Hills, Stiles just figured he’d hole himself up in his rebuilt mansion, writing his fourth book, never to fulfill Stiles’ endless daydreams about running into him and having the alpha fall madly in love with him.

It’s completely fucking improbable and nonsensical, would never happen in a million years, so of course Stiles somehow winds up in a no-strings-attached agreement with his literary idol, all while eating chicken McNuggets out of his pocket at random intervals and plotting the demise of the McFlurry mixer.

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“And Stiles,” he’s addressed directly for the first time since this whole thing started, and when all eyes land on him this time, he just squeezes Derek’s hand and squares his shoulders. He can act like this doesn’t bother him. Derek can do it, and Derek’s here. He’ll be okay. “…how does it feel to know that millions upon millions of people are going to read intimate, private details about your life with Derek?”

“It doesn’t bother me,” Stiles says with a shrug, going for nonchalant and feeling like he’s doing it pretty well. “I knew what I was getting into. Besides – everyone wants Derek Hale to write about them, right?”

The flamingo in the yard  Vendelin

It isn’t fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there’s a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

here comes trouble grimm

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.

I Still Believe IAmAVeronica

War is hell.
Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski.
But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek’s gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now.

I Thought You Would Like That Emela

Yeah, that was pretty bad, but what was worse was having spent the last three years pretending to hate Stiles, because it was better than being the guy who failed at emotions and got rejected for them, and now Derek was locked in the same room as him under the promise they would only be let out when they “did something about their sexual tension”.

Derek and Stiles get locked in a room together at an office Christmas party and end doing something about all that unresolved sexual tension.

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear  WhoNatural

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

If the ley lines you should follow InTheArmsofaThief

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.”

“Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

The Moon’s Gonna Follow You Home turningterrific

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

The More Things Change  KouriArashi

Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change…

Never Walk Away Dexterous_Sinistrous

Twenty-eight year old federal agent Derek Hale has been out of the family for some time, and he likes it that way. After six years of no contact with Laura, everything changes when Derek is sent back to Beacon Hills to infiltrate his old family.

And that’s how Derek meets Stiles.

Stiles is Peter’s favorite dancer. He’s Peter’s arm candy. He’s his little trophy to flaunt. The son of the one man who almost put Peter away–a cautionary tale for people to heed when thinking about going against Peter. Everyone knows the Sheriff is still in the hospital, his wife in a grave, his son in the devil’s den.

Derek doesn’t buy into it for a second. There is a way Stiles looks at Peter, like he’s the scum of the earth–like he’s a piece of gum stuck on his shoe that he can’t wait to scrape off. There is the way Stiles only lets Peter touch him for so long before he pulls away.

Derek knows that Stiles is there for ulterior motives, but Stiles is smarter than he looks. He’s more determined. If only Derek could get Stiles on his side.

Nothin’ but Blue Skies zjofierose

Scott McCall, “Stiles” Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, and Jackson Whittemore are the hot-shot pilots of the USAAF’s Flight Five, based out of southern England in the end of 1943. The tide is maybe starting to turn in the war, but there’s still so many battles left to fight, so many bombs to drop, so many missions to run.

Up-and-coming young photographer Derek Hale of Life Magazine is sent out to do his first war coverage: interviews with and photographs of the brave young men of Alpha Squadron, Flight Five. It’s supposed to be an easy assignment- snap some photos of the boys and their planes, and go home.

But when you’re in the heat of the moment, when you’re faced with life and death, who’s got your back? Who is in that moment with you? When you start to ask that question, it’s after that when nothing is easy again.

Rare Books and Special Collections  KuriKuri

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

This Started As Only Make Believe thepsychicclam 

Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter’sslight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn’t have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.

tide pulls from the moon  paintedrecs

When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.

“You asshole,” Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. “You couldn’t have made yourself harder to find, could you?”

You’ll See Me Again Matildajones

Stiles is standing there in his uniform, hair long and hands behind his back. There’s a blush on his cheeks and he can barely look Derek in the eye.

“Hey,” he whispers. He’s wearing the medal Derek had presented to him.

Derek stares. He doesn’t think he’s breathing anymore.

Stiles is the soldier who saved Derek and brought him back home. He doesn’t seem to care that Derek’s a prince or that he’s a little bit broken. Derek falls, quick and sure, but it’s not easy knowing that Stiles will soon have to return to the war.

Back To Where We Started (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hello! Sorry this request took so long and the anon who requested it pointed out that I kept saying this one was next but it wasn’t. Sorry for the inconvenience anon, I hope you like it.
Warnings: angst
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader admits her feelings to Spencer after a long time of friendship and he doesn’t believe her and thinks it was a cruel joke. She’s storms off and later Spencer meets Morgan and he asks her if reader already confessed and Spencer gets that she didn’t pull a prank so he’s trying the next few days to apologize until the reader forgives him
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: the reader was kidnapped and the team finds her…
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You stood in front of Spencer’s apartment door, waiting for him to answer it after you knocked.
You had texted him earlier and said that you needed to talk.
You have been wanting to tell Spencer about your feelings for him for a while now, and you finally built up the courage to do so.
He opened the door with a smile.
“Hi Y/N, come on in.” He said presenting his warm apartment to you.
You walked in and sat on the couch, immedialty feeling anxiety catching up to you.
“What did you want to talk about?” He asked sitting in front of you.
“Spence… I like you… I’ve been thinking and I really like you.” You said, realizing how pathetic the words sounded.
Spencer’s brow furrowed. “What?” He asked harshly.
“I-I like you Spencer. In the boyfriend girlfriend type of way…”
“Are you kidding me?” He yelled as he stood up.
Tears started to pool in your eyes but his face didn’t soften whatsoever.
“I thought I actually meant something to you! You know you can’t just… pull a cruel joke like that with me. We’ve talked about this!” He yelled, making you flinch.
“Spencer…”
“Get out! I thought what we had was important, not just something to throw away like this!” He yelled as you rushed to his door.
Once you were out of his apartment, he slammed the door making you cry harder.
You slid down the wall to the right of his room as you sobbed into your hands, realizing that you wasted years of friendship.
-
After Spencer slammed his door, he gawked, thinking about how you ‘used’ him.
He thought about the waste of time that you were in his life.
He thought you knew that he was sensitive when it comes to relationships and for you to even think about joking about that is just cruel.
He knew you would never go out with him, he knew that you were too good for him.
He called Derek, needing to have a few drinks after the blow up he just had.
Spencer and Derek met at the downtown bar and Derek came in with a smile on his face.
Spencer almost cringed, thinking Derek was a part of the joke too.
“Hey Pretty Boy, what’s up?” He asked sitting next to him at the bar.
“I just… I needed to talk.” Spencer said downing the last of his glass of whiskey.
“Did Y/N come and talk to you yet?” He asked.
“God you too? Don’t tell me you’re a part of this crap.” He said as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Kid, what do you mean?” Derek asked confused.
“Y/N came to my apartment and thought it would be funny to say that she liked me, to say she had feelings for me.” Spencer said.
“Kid, she wasn’t joking.” Derek said with a worried look.
Spencer looked at his friend, seeing the sincerity in his face.
“She has been hesitating to tell you that she actually has feelings for you. She has been nervous about it for weeks. You didn’t… you didn’t blow her off did you?” Derek asked, already thinking that Spencer would never be rude like that, but he was thinking wrong.
Spencer’s face softened as he remembered the argument word for word.
“What have I done?” Spencer asked rhetorically. “I-I yelled at her. I told her to get out of my apartment. I-I made her cry, Morgan she was crying.” Spencer said as he dropped his head in his hands.
“Reid, you need to call her…”
“I know… I need to call her now.” Spencer said quickly pulling out his phone and dialing your number.
Just as he expected you didn’t pick up.
He dialed again, and just like last time he got no answer.
As he dialed again, Derek stopped him.
“Maybe try again later, if you can’t talk to her tonight, there’s always work tomorrow.” He said.
Spencer nodded and they both went home, Spencer thinking the whole night about you.
How he too had feelings for you.
He’s always avoided the thought because he didn’t want to ruin the relationship between the two of you but when you confessed your feelings he did the opposite of what his heart was telling him to do.
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The next day, you tried to avoid Spencer as much as you could, your heart still burning from his harsh words.
Luckily, today was a calm day at work; everyone was going through files and organizing.
You sat at your desk as you went through files and Spencer walked by your desk.
“Y/N…”
“Please don’t talk to me.” You said holding back tears as he stood in front of you.
He thankfully left your desk and went to the coffee pot.
You remember how he would bring you a cup, knowing exactly what you like in it, and you wouldn’t even have to ask.
He would recall how fast you drank it and when it was empty, he knew.
He knew you so well, and now all of that was gone.
You felt a hot tear fall down your cheek as you stood up and sped walked to the bathroom.
You felt eyes on you as you left and heard footsteps follow you.
As you approached the bathroom, you turned around.
“Spencer please just go away.” You said before turning around and seeing JJ.
“Oh sorry, I-I thought you were Spencer.” You said quickly wiping your face as you kept your head low.
“Y/N what’s wrong? Spence didn’t do this did he?” She asked.
That’s what you would have asked too.
Spencer would never hurt a soul.
Except yours.
“No… I’m okay I just… I need to wash up. I’ll be okay, really.” You said with a small smile.
After work that day, you were the first to go home, eager to be by yourself.
You looked at your phone at the multiple missed calls and threw it on the couch before you heard a knock at the door.
You slowly got up and answered it to see Spencer, and when you did you slammed the door.
Tears started pooling in your eyes as you heard him knock again.
“Y/N please.” He said through the door.
You slowly opened it. “What do you want?” You said wiping tears from your cheeks.
“I’m-I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I’m sorry for yelling at you I shouldn’t have done that.” He added to the silence.
“Sorry for yelling? Spencer you broke my heart. I have been in my apartment crying since you told me to get out. My heart might mend back together but the memory of the pain will always be in my mind.” You said as tears spilled from your eyes.
You slowly closed the door but his hand stopped it.
“I’m so sorry.” He said tears falling down his own face. “Can we start over… go back to where we started? Please.” He begged.
You stayed silent as you slowly wiped the tears from your face for the millionth time.
“Y/N I’m in love with you. I have been for a while and I rejected the thought because I thought you were too good for me. I-I know I can’t fix what I did to you… what I said to you, but I want to be with you. If you changed your mind that… that’s okay, but I want you to know that I love you and I am so sorry.” He said quietly.
There was a silence between the two of you.
A silence filled with thought.
“Are you lying to me?” You asked as you let go of the edge of the door.
“No, Y/N I love you and there won’t be a moment of my life where I will not regret doing what I did.” He said taking a step forward.
You looked up into his tear filled eyes before they fell down his cheeks again. “Please forgive me.” He said before he brought his shaking hands to yours, delicately gliding his fingers across the top of your hands.
You nodded and bit your lip.
“Do you still…”
“I do… I do still love you.” You said as you nodded quickly.
He smiled and pulled you close to him before wrapping his thin arms around your waist.
You pulled away from the hug and he pressed his lips to yours in a savory kiss.
He held your body closer than he ever has before, afraid if he lessens on his grip, you will slip away forever.
But you never would, you would never hurt him like that.
You and Spencer spent the rest of the night holding each other on the couch as he whispered how sorry he was and how he loves you.

anonymous asked:

Superman!Derek here we go. Okay stiles is nothing like lois like Noah fence to her but naaa. So Scott has somehow managed to get into life threatening danger that Derek use just used to having to save him but THIS TIME Scott has a hot friend who doesn't. need. this. And so superman is a little baffled and like almost forgets to save them bc liek have you seen stiles? So then stiles is salty abt being the damsel in distress bc GOD KNOWS he can defend himself he's a sheriff's son. (1)

So, this is officially my first Super!Derek work! (also on ao3!)

Derek was painfully used to having to save Scott McCall’s life.

The reporter was still green, a new hire at Argent Enterprises who had only been working for a few months. He was practically right out of journalism school, still wide-eyed and awestruck by Metropolis.

Derek didn’t mind Scott at that much, especially since he was more tolerable than most of the other reporters that flocked to crime scenes hoping to get a glimpse of him. Unlike most, Scott was content to simply report on the stories he was given, rather than go chasing after an interview with Superman.

Objectively, Derek understood why so many reporters and photographers wanted five minutes with him, understood the intrigue of having a living, breathing superhero flying around the city. He understood the need to know more and ferret out the answers to incredible mysteries.

But, personally, he hated the way reporters buzzed around like flies on a slab of dead meat, like blood sucking parasites wanting a picture or soundbite of Superman to launch their career and fill their pockets. He hated the way that half the time he had to split his attention between saving the day and saving the overzealous reporters trying to get some footage of the action.

Fortunately, Derek never had to save Scott from those kinds of incidents. Unfortunately, he had to save Scott from other incidents.

The first time Derek had to save Scott it was because the reporter had gotten lost and inadvertently wound up in a rather rough neighborhood. He had gotten shot at by some white guys who lived and breathed the Second Amendment as he tried to get somewhere safe.

He wound up getting lost even deeper in the neighborhood, apparently having no sense of direction whatsoever. Derek found him cowering behind a dumpster when the sound of gunshots drew him to the scene.

Deflecting more gunshots from the ignorant city rednecks, Derek led Scott out of the neighborhood by the back of his shirt like a disapproving father who had caught his son smoking. After ensuring that Scott wasn’t hurt in any way, suffering no gunshot wounds or other injuries, Derek had escorted him back to Argent Enterprises’ main office, instructing him to stay out of trouble.

A few weeks later, Derek had to save him again.

Somehow Scott had gotten caught up in the middle of a scuffle between two super villains who had apparently gotten into an argument in a local Starbucks. One of them had reportedly cut in front of the other in line, incensing them enough to throw a punch that had the other guy flying through the wall.

Scott had gotten clipped by the punch as well, making him spill all of the coffee he had been picking up for his co-workers. But that was the least of his worries as he wound up as a hostage inside the coffee shop, shaking like a leaf under a small table.

After hauling off the villains to jail, Derek had hurried back to the Starbucks to make sure that everyone was alright. He had cocked a curious brow when he noticed Scott amongst those taken hostage, wincing when he saw the coffee stains on his t-shirt.

A pattern had formed after that, one that consisted of Scott inexplicably getting into trouble and Derek saving him. It had quickly become an almost daily occurrence.

Scott had an uncanny ability to attract danger though he insisted that his friend, whose name he claimed was Stiles, was the real lightning rod for trouble. And lucky Derek got to pull him out of burning buildings and yank him away from more superpowered fights in the middle of the city.

So, when Derek overheard a police radio call detailing that a couple of reporters had somehow gotten themselves trapped on the roof by yet another super villain that called Metropolis home, he immediately knew that one of them must be Scott.

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You Don’t Have to be Alone Anymore- Derek Hale

Request// Hey i was wondering if you can make one. With the reader and Derek hale are in love. They get in the biggest fight. The reader runs away from Derek. And Derek can’t live without her. So he goes and finds her. Thanks love you:) - @jasminlois

*Oh my gawd! I love you too, beautiful. Love this request and hope you enjoy! xoxox*

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You had been born and raised a hunter on both your mother and father’s side. You had been taught that a wild animal cannot be completely tamed no matter how hard you try. A wild dog may appear to be domesticated until it bites your hand. This was the same with werewolves. They could seem human, but they could never rid themselves of their wild nature. You thought you proved them wrong when you fell in love with Derek Hale. You thought.

“I don’t get what the big deal is, Derek,” you said with clenched teeth. Your body remained rigid as Derek stitched up your leg. “I’m trained to hunt werewolves. Why the hell would I sit out now?”

“Maybe because you almost lost an arm and leg to a pack of alphas tonight.” You could hear the frustration in his voice, and you were happy once he had finished with the stitches, as he seemed to become more agitated. “If I couldn’t take them on, what make you think you could trap them, Y/N?”

“Are you kidding me?” You always hated when Derek said things like this. It was almost like he was undermining your abilities. “While you were being a hormonal teenage werewolf, I was out there being tested at every turn by my parents to keep me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

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bloody-bee-tea  asked:

"Is there a reason you're gnawing on me?" For sterek maybe?😇😊

This is perfectly acceptable. I mean it’ll be more… pre-Sterek? But I can work with this, yes siree.

*waves hands* Imagine a world where the events of S3 and onward BASICALLY DID NOT HAPPEN? Because I like to have Derek with his Pack, and also because I stopped watching within like two episodes of S4 sooo…

——

“Whassit?” Stiles groaned, pulling his cell over to his face, half asleep.

“Get your ass over here, Stilinski.”

Stiles groaned loudly, and said in a sour tone, “Don’t you usually run to Scott with your problems?”

Isaac made an annoyed noise. “Just get to the loft.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd love see a list of Sterek fics where one is a CEO and the other is their assistant or just works in the office. Please and thank you 😊

Yes! And we have an office au tag. - Anastasia

Originally posted by madness-in-suit

Our Break Up Makes The World Go Round by monsocks

(1/1 I 915 I General I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

Stiles has debts to pay. So he agrees to work as a personal assistant to the CEO, Derek Hale, during the summer. Neither of them was prepared for what was going to happen.

Christmas Memos by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(1/1 I 1,921 I Mature I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

From: Derek Hale <dhale@hc.com>
To: S. Stilinski <batman_boxers@hc.com>, L. Martin <queenscrooge@hc.com>, E. Reyes <redbitchqueen@hc.com>, …

Subject: Regarding Mistletoes

I shall keep this brief.

I am aware that Christmas is in a few weeks and I am not discouraging everybody from spreading holiday cheer around the company. However, the next person to put up a mistletoe in my general vicinity is going to get fired on the spot.

(Derek is the long-suffering president of Hale Corp, and the rest are testing his patience. Poor Derek.)

get into my pants by ericaismeg, foxerica (ericaismeg)

(1/1 I 2,657 I General I Sterek I Boss!Derek)

“Stilinski!” Derek’s voice comes loud and sharp. Stiles winces and turns around slowly. Yep, there is his gorgeous boss standing in the hallway with his tie a little too loose around his neck wearing a scowl. Derek does not look happy. Stiles lifts his hand up slowly in greeting and presses his lips tight together. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all days, it just had to be Derek who caught him.

“Heeeey there, Derek.”

“It’s Mr. Hale,” Derek corrects. Stiles closes his eyes for a moment and nods slowly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s so fired. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I–it’s not what it looks like, okay?” Stiles says, trying to breathe.

When it went so wrong by Electricviolinist

(1/1 I 3,059 I Mature I Steter,Sterek I CEO!Derek)

“I think you love me, you know,” said Stiles, to the painting of his lover, dressed in finery and astride a magnificent horse.
“You can’t prove it,” Derek grunted. Not the painting, of course, but the real man, more normally dressed, stood casually behind Stiles. Stiles wished he were more gloriously dressed in not very much.
He knew Derek was moving closer. He could pretend he could feel the heat as the gap between them closed. The heat of Derek’s body seemed as burningly heavenly as always.
“That wasn’t a denial,” Stiles smiled.

Stiles loves Derek, even though Derek has let him down.
Not a fluffy story. No happy ending.

That Thin Line In and Out of My Bed by fadedhues

(4/4 I 5,611 I Explicit I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

“Ow,” Derek says, scowling, rubbing his bicep where Laura hit him.

She retorts, “That’s what happens when you zone out and eye-fuck your new assistant, Derek,” crossing her arms and jutting a hip out.

(aka the one where Derek is a CEO of his family’s company; enter Stiles, his new assistant, who happens to be extremely fuckable)

Owning Him by manuhale13

(11/11 I 6,588 I Explicit I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

Stiles gets a job as an assistant to the handsome CEO Derek Hale of Hale Industries. eventually falls for him not knowing that Derek has a secret…

2 Days of Hale Publishing by relenafanel

(2/2 I 7,533 I General I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways by hologramophone

(1/1 I 7,799 I Teen I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Fluttering of Our Hearts by theonewho_ranwithwolves

(4/? I 19,854 I Explicit I Sterek I CEO!Derek, CEO!Stiles)

Scott just got married, so why does he need his best friend anymore? He has Allison. You wanna know who Stiles has? his company and those rich old ladies who’d like to get in his pants. Oh, that’s just great. But when he meets the CEO that’s supposedly merging with his own company, why does his heart flutter just a bit?

Friends of Early Theory by Nanoochka

(1/1 I 23,934 I Explicit I Sterek I Angst)

In which Derek is a gruff, struggling executive for his family’s sprawling, wealthy company in New York, and Stiles is his quirky, offbeat intern who brings him cold coffee each morning and wears stupid T-shirts to work and generally succeeds at being a thousand times more charming than Derek could ever hope to be. To the outside observer, their relationship is combative but fond, although in private Stiles and Derek have a great deal more secrets, anger, and painful history between them than Derek is prepared to acknowledge or reveal. In retrospect, that might be half of the problem.

Not Like Bond & Moneypenny by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 29,869 I Mature I Sterek I Ugly Betty AU)

(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)

Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head…and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”

Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”

My Taco Sparkles by butyoureyessaidyes

(1/1 I 36,891 I Teen I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

The first time he sees Stiles Stilinski, the kid’s on his hands and knees in Derek’s office.

Or the one where Derek has to battle corporate espionage, meddling family members, clothing turned choking hazards, and inappropriate feelings for his obscenely attractive new intern.

Mr Hale by SephrinaRose

(26/26 I 52,337 I Teen I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

It was only last week that Stiles had been a completely happy college student, laying about and playing Xbox. But, now, only a few short hours later, he was known worldwide as Mr Hale’s bitch.

Oh shit indeed.

Or in which…

Stiles is a Columbia college student with photographic memory, who hates people that use and abuse others with their power. One day when he is forced to be in the same room as the King Of DickBags: Mr Hale, of Hale Magazine, he gives him a piece of his mind…only to find that it was a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.

Or is it?

My Bunch Of Crazies

At last - a @sterek-bingo theme I actually have prepared! This was one of my favourite fics so I’m glad I get to put out the next chapter. Enjoy!

This story was written for the Pack Mom Stiles square on my BINGO card. (AO3 link here).


Chapter Two - Ride This Train

“Derek,” Erica says patiently. “Try and concentrate.”

It’s not easy to concentrate. The loft is full, and there is noise and movement everywhere around him. But Derek is the Alpha, and he was the one who asked Erica to do this for him, so he forces himself to look back down at the curling blueprints laid out across the table.

“Okay,” he says. “So if we put the door there—”

“You’re going to have a problem with natural light,” she says. “I know you said that was important to you, so I was thinking, if we moved the window here—” She shuffles through the papers on the table, pulling out a different sheet. “It’s not what we talked about, I know, but…”

“No, that’s okay,” Derek says quickly. “I want it light.”

Erica looks up at him; there’s an odd, almost vulnerable smile on her face. “We could put a skylight in,” she says. She points on the plan. “If you did it here, it wouldn’t interfere with the second storey. I sketched it in, just in case.”

“Erica,” Derek says quietly, because it suddenly seems very important that she hear it, “thank you for this. I couldn’t trust anyone else.”

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One-Shot #3
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Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)
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I was shaking. Cold, scared, helpless. A gunshot rang out and I jumped. I am going to die. I thought this to myself as I closed my eyes tightly, hearing footsteps and voices coming closer and closer.

“Y/N!” My breath caught in my throat at the sound of a familiar voice. “Y/N!” another voice joined in with the first, and they spoke in union.

“Reid!” I screamed as loud as I could, beating on the locked doors of the small compartment I was being held in. My voice was hoarse, and I was almost sure they didn’t hear me. “Derek! Reid!” I tried once more, and suddenly the doors were torn open, and I fell into someone’s arms. I was crying now, shaking with my sobs and the fear that was only now slightly beginning to fade as Derek held me tightly to his chest.

“It’s alright. Everything is going to be okay.”

Two days later

I was sitting in Garcia’s office, I hadn’t really left the office since we had gotten back much, too scared. I hugged myself tightly, the ends of the sleeves of my over-sized sweater were curled into my fists. I sat cross-legged in Garcia’s chair as she, Derek, Spencer, and Hotch were all outside talking.

It’s about me. I thought, I couldn’t help it. Something is wrong, and it is about me. Why else couldn’t they talk about it in front of me, like they always did. In the past year I had been with Spencer, the group had never kept anything away from me when I was around. If it was a case, I was there to hear every detail. If it was about their personal lives, I was there to laugh at the jokes, give comfort when there were tears, and offer advice when there were questions. But this was different. Because it’s about me.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Garcia stepped in, quickly shutting it behind herself. She was turned towards the door, and she set her forehead against it for a moment before sighing and turning towards me, her eyes red with building tears. I stood immediately, rushing over to her.

“Hon, what’s wrong?” I asked, and she shook her head as I grabbed her arms.

“I didn’t want to hear any more of that.” She mumbled, and my eyebrows came together in confusion. Maybe it’s not about me? No, they would have come in here to talk if it wasn’t. What the hell is it? I reached for the door handle, but she pulled me away.

“No, they’re going to come in here and talk about it with you.” She spoke simply, but I could tell she was serious, so we walked over to the chairs and began to talk. Soon enough, we were both falling into laughter, when the door opened, and Derek just stared at the both of us for a moment as we slowly fell back into silence, staring back at him. He had the hint of a smile playing at his lips, but it wasn’t completely there. Something is wrong.

“Hey baby-girls.” He smiled now, but it didn’t reach his eyes. My eyebrows knitted together slightly as I watch Spencer walk in behind him, then Hotch a moment later. Everyone was sitting but Spencer, as he leaned against the desk. I didn’t know what they were going to say, but I wasn’t ready for it, especially when Spencer suddenly broke the silence, almost yelling.

“You have to leave.”

Silence. Derek’s mouth fell open slightly, and Hotch seemed to be just as caught off guard by his outburst as I had been. Garcia just stared at me, her eyes watering again. I stared at the floor. Derek’s attention fell from Spencer and went to me, and Hotch’s eyes rested on me as well, but I ignored it. I bit the inside of my cheek and closed my eyes.

“What?” I had meant for it to come out as if I wasn’t bothered by his words. But instead, it came out as a whisper.

“He means that you are not safe. They took you because you were close to him. It’s unsafe for you-” Hotch tried to explain but I cut him off.

“No! I want to hear Reid say it!” I yelled, keeping my eyes trained on the floor, but I noticed that the only person in the room that didn’t flinch at my outburst was Hodge.

“Y/N.” Garcia whispered, and I shook my head.

“I said Reid.” I whispered, and finally looked up from the floor, standing from my seat. I looked over to the man I had been with for a year. The man I trusted with my life.

His dark, long hair had fallen in his face, and he was staring at the floor, just as I had been a few moments before.

“You have to leave.” He repeated, his voice low, showing no emotion.

“Look at me.” I spoke calmly, but anger and confusion was coursing through my veins. At the moment, sadness was only a background feeling. “I said look at me Spencer.” I spoke through gritted teeth, and he finally looked up, standing straight and looking me in the eye.

“You need to leave. We are no longer seeing each other.” He moved out of the room, walking to his own desk, but I followed after, and I knew the other three weren’t far behind.

“Why?” I yelled, and he picked my bag off of the floor, setting it on the desk beside me.

“It’s not safe for you.” Derek tried to speak for him, but I ignored him.

“I thought you loved m-”

“I don’t love you! I don’t love anyone! You know that. Everyone knows that! You were just someone that I spent time with. You were someone that dealt with me, and I dealt with you. I never loved you. Your feelings are irrational!” He had turned towards me, yelling as he took step after step towards me until he was standing so close to me that if I had moved at all we would have been touching, and he was yelling in my face.

Garcia had her hand pressed over her mouth, tears falling down her face as she watched. Hotch had looked away, staring at the floor. Derek was the only one looking at us, his hands clenched into fists, and I could tell he was gritting his teeth.

“I want you to go!” Spencer screamed in my face once more, and I could feel the tears threatening to build in my eyes.  I wanted to look him in the eye, see if he was lying. He had to be. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it before he turned from me and began to walk away.

“You’re lying!” I screamed, stepping forward as to grab his arm and make him turn towards me, but Derek grabbed me by the waist, holding me back. “Let go of me! You’re lying Spencer! You’re just scared. You’re a coward. You’re just scared of what you don’t know can be explained by science and statistics. You’re lying!” I was yelling, screaming and hitting Derek. “Let me go!” I yelled, and Spencer kept walking, out of the room and down the hallway. “Get away from me!”

“Baby-girl! Stop it! Stop!” Derek yelled at me, picking me up as I yelled, pulling me further away from the direction Spencer had gone. “Stop!” Derek screamed once more, and I froze, staring him in the eye.

I was numb.

“He’s gone.” Derek mumbled, holding onto me.

I could feel the emotions burning under my skin, but they wouldn’t come out.

“No.” I whispered.

I was imploding.

“It’s over.” He wrapped his arms around me, but my vision had blurred. I didn’t hug him back. I didn’t move. Garcia hugged me next, whispering something along the lines of “It’s going to be okay.” But I barely heard it.

I couldn’t hear.

I couldn’t see.

I was numb.

“You need to leave.”

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I Hate U, I Love U (Young!Derek Hale x Reader) Part 4

All alone I watch you watch her
Like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen

The following week, Derek made no attempt to come talk to you. It was like after hearing your confession, he decided that he never wanted to see you again because whenever he saw you, he turned and walked the other way. Any classes you shared, he would skip or sit on the other end of the room. Overall, any contact you shared had been cut. 

You didn’t know if his intentions for avoiding you, but it gave you time to think. Clear your head for a little bit. You were thankful for his decision, because, honestly, you had no idea how to face him now. It didn’t stop the feeling of the haunting eyes watching you from afar though.

You soon realized what this time actually did to you.

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