it was the whole bug eyed thing

poeedamerons  asked:

I was reading a fix where Lydia tells Stiles that Derek is a nuclear engineer major and Stiles was very attracted to that and another that Derek was a video game designer and Stiles was also very into that, what I am asking is: can you guys rec me some fics Stiles is totally attracted to Derek but also his nerdy/brainiac profession/major? Since I am here do you guys know any Jurassic Park or Jurassic World sterek au?

I did the dinosaur one here. Roooooaaaar. And here’s smart!Derek and Stiles digging it. - Anastasia

Originally posted by hoechlin-alpha

Derek is Smart by Kateomega97

(1/1 I 474 I Not Rated)

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Stacking Up by bravelittlesoldier

(1/1 I 8,286 I Mature)

Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.

Better With You by fatale

(3/? I 10,465 I Teen)

Derek is the runt of the litter - a lowly freshman twerp in a family of gorgeous Amazons. He likes to read, has a gift for languages, and a nervous apprehension of everything that high school has to offer. When smug, sarcastic sophomore Stiles Stilinski (say that three times fast) nearly runs him down on the first day of school, it is just the spark of enmity that will affect the rest of their high school years together.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(9/31 I 36,301 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.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

anonymous asked:

what r some good long sterek fics pls help

Indelible Marks by billtheradish

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn’t old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn’t stop him from being interesting…

(This story is now out of buffer, but I will always announce when the next update will be, and am trying to keep to a regular posting schedule. Also, please be advised that this is essentially a rough draft. That doesn’t mean it’s riddled with typos, every chapter is edited, just that the overarching plot and side stories haven’t had a chance to be edited in full yet–but they will be. An edited version of this story will be posted eventually, so if the current length isn’t your cup of tea, just come back later.)

Home by TheTypewriterGirl

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

“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.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he’s a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica’s epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there’s this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Love Thy Neighbor…He’s Hot by Triangulum

Derek and Laura seriously lucked out with Stiles as their neighbor. Yeah he can be loud, but he keeps it to normal hours, and he brings them food, they have movie nights, he’s so beautiful, and okay, Derek might be pining. The only problem is, Stiles has a girlfriend. And Derek HATES her.

OR

The one where Derek and Laura live next door to Stiles, and Derek has a completely out of control crush. A Sterek as neighbors one shot AU that got wildly out of control.

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam

It’s the summer after Stiles’ first year of college, and he’s working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he’s okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn’t care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he’s just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Wild Horses by thepsychicclam

Derek’s a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family’s failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn’t expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff’s shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn’t expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.

Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015
“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.“

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anonymous asked:

Can you update the 100k Fics please? Read most of the them and looking for something a bit longer to sink my teeth into too!

a nice long read is coming right up

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (31/31 | 203,777 | R)

“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.

Teen Sorcerer by G8rguy (18/? | 107,109 | R)

Stiles Stilinski is tired. Tired of being ignored and forgotten once the research is done. After defeating Gerard and freeing Jackson from the Kanima he thought things would improve but somehow it got worse. Derek is focused on building his pack which includes the newly rescued Erica and Body, freed after Allison realized her grandfather was nutso, and the freed Jackson who narrowly avoided being shipped overseas by his parents. Scott is focused on his neverending relationship drama with Allison and his new best bud Isaac. Left alone more often than not, Stiles feels everyone is moving on without him so he looks for his own path.

When Deaton is unable to help him with his Spark he looks elsewhere and finds others who help him along until he finds himself meditating in his room and is surprised by an Astral form that shows up. Unknowing attracting the attention of the new Sorcerer Supreme, Stiles discovers that he might be able to not only help Dr. Strange, but he just might find out how he can protect both his home and those jerks in what he considers his pack - whether Mr. Hale or Mr. McCall consider him or not.

Among the Famous Living Dead by standinginanicedress (9/9 | 103,483 | NC17)

“Okay,” Stiles leans over the book, finger on his chin, while Derek stands there beside him with a frown on his face, “we have the pig’s blood.”

“They loved that at the butcher shop,” Derek mutters, rubbing his hand along his jaw. “I’ll take three quarts of pig’s blood. Not like this town doesn’t already think I’m some sort of fucking pervert anyway.”

“We have the hair you picked off his clothes,” Stiles points to the tiny Ziploc bag with a handful of Scott hairs tucked safely inside, and Derek grimaces. “We have the candles. We have the snake. Now we just need an object of the deceased.” He furrows his brow as he leans over the book some more, cocking his head. “It says the object can be anything that was deeply personal to the deceased. Like a piece of sentimental jewelry or a cherished trinket or even a favorite song.”

Derek snorts. “Yeah. Let’s just listen to fucking Blink-182 and summon the devil.”

“Right?” Stiles laughs, high and hysterical, manic almost.

Derek laughs, and Stiles laughs, and it’s not funny. It’s really not funny.

Can’t rely on me by Littleredridinghunter (2/2 | 116,130 | NR)

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it’s a lot worse than anyone knows.

The pack let him down, that’s not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it’s too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

Love. Be Afraid. (Season One) by Akinasky (16/16 | 201,978 | R)

Stiles Stilinski is desperate for a distraction, he needs to not think about what time of year it is or how much he still misses his mom. He takes his best friend Scott into the woods and everything changes for them from that night on.

This is a slightly different take on season one (EDIT very different take on season one), and its all from Derek and Stiles’ perspective. This is a slow build Sterek, a lot of undercurrent stuff and the boys not talking about it.

Okay but let's talk about my girl Fleur DeLeacour

Like everyone always says she’s so cold but imagine how you’d feel if you knew boys only liked you for your looks and girls just wanted to make friends with you so they could spill your secrets to embarrass you, trying to relieve their own feelings of inadequacy. Wouldn’t you be cold too? And she was the champion for the reason: the goblet of fire chose her because she was skilled. And when Harry’s name was drawn and everyone else is saying how it’s not FAIR that Hogwarts gets two champions, but Fleur just says “he can’t compete. He’s just a little boy.” Like she’s looking down at this little malnourished, knobby-kneed, bug eyed kid and thinking “he’s gonna die if he goes through with this. He’s too young. He looks so scared.” And she and Madame Maxine walk away talking in loud French- it sounded like an argument- who’s to say they weren’t disagreeing about WHY Harry shouldn’t compete?“ And as for that whole "this food is too heavy; I won’t fit into my dress robes,” comment- nearly EVERY girl worries about her weight these days- it’s a thing society has taught us. And in addition, when you’re used to a healthy diet and you try to eat traditional British food- it is heavy, and it makes your stomach hurt. Why are we criticising her for normal concerns just because she’s pretty? And during the second task- she wore a one piece, because she wanted to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Hell, if I had a body like hers, I’d wear a bikini- it’s not like a one piece has any additional warmth in that kind of water! And she chose Bill- an average guy who was really rather scruffy with no significant fortune to his name- because she loved him. And she stayed with him throughout it all- werewolf bites and a new country and a new language and a tiny cottage where she did all the housework and took in war refugees when they really didn’t have the room when she was used to being rich and pampered- and she NEVER complained. She was hurt by her mother-in-laws assumptions that she was just a pretty airhead who snagged Bill just because she could. And as for her wedding day- name ONE woman you know who didn’t freak out at least a little. It’s honesty rather endearing. She could have gone out wearing a potato sack and seduced Narcissus himself, but she wanted to put effort into it- to curl her hair, and make her dress perfect- because she wanted her husband-to-be to think she was beautiful not because of a Veela allure she couldn’t control, but because she put everything she had into making herself pretty, truly, naturally, innocently pretty on her wedding day. Just like we need to stop discriminating against women who aren’t the traditional idea of attractive, we need to stop resenting women who are naturally, effortlessly beautiful in the way society deems attractive- because they can’t control it either.

chamomiletealove  asked:

(2/2) story like that? Where Stiles and/or Derek are smart, with science major? Like engineering, architecture, computer science, etc? I'm sorry if my ask is too long :( tysm for your hardwork! Love, love your blog!

Here you go. All Sterek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fourteenisaac

Open It and Follow by dancinbutterfly

(1/1 I 3,611 I Explicit)

Fraternity Brother Derek may be an Omega but he’s no one’s bitch. Still he heats up whenever he has the chance to get at a knot - he just doesn’t usually care about the knothead attached. Problem is this Alpha Stiles seems special. He’s not quite sure how to deal with that.

Hale Yes: A Story of Stiles’ Ruined Life (That Got So Much Better) by StonyAvengerGirl16 (CharmedBritannia)

(6/6 I 6,896 I Teen)

Stiles is a somewhat awkward college freshman who wants to major in Forensic Science. Sure, he grew into his gangly limbs, and sure, he’s pretty smart, but his insistent rambling and ADHD tendencies require a special brand of person to handle. Derek is the campus’ most famous English major, and one of the extremely sexy yet extremely intimidating Hale siblings. So when their paths cross, all of a sudden Stile’s life turns out much harder than it was supposed to be.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(31/31 I 203,777 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.

thoughts-of-a-broken-soul  asked:

hey! you guys are great. Could you update the demisexual tag please? i live for it

same

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (30/31 | 198,581 | NC17)

“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.

The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope (12/12 | 83,974 | NC17)

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

With these words I heal by Alenacantfly (1/1 | 402 | G)

There he was. Derek Hale. In all his glory. His suit well fitted, dark stubble lining his jaw, a bright smile on his face.

Stiles hated to admit, that even after all these years, Derek still took his breath away. Seeing him never got less painful.

He loved working with him on novels, seeing the joy in his eyes, whenever he shared his new ideas or sent his first draft. But editing Derek’s stories always made him fall in love with him a tiny bit more.

i grew up in your white house by tryslora (1/1 | 2,309 | G)

Derek sneaks away from the tour at the White House. He’s looking for one thing, and finds something else entirely

anonymous asked:

Are his blasters like floating masks, or do they connect somewhere in the back we can't see? Also, it looks like the two halves are separate, so could they be pulled apart? ((sorry if this has already been said))

i sketched it like that bc it’s easier to copy and flip one half for symmetry and i have trouble keeping my head up to draw evenly lmao;;

they’re normally locked together. the blaster is like a massive skull that unhinges when firing, and the the holes and split on the head allows excess energy to vent out so the whole thing doesn’t explode. when deactivated, the halves are taken apart for maintenance. 

Dash!FIC - “Caviar Is a Dish Best Served Live” (slug preg)

warnings: slug mpreg/parasites, inflation, whump, alcohol abuse, non-graphic emeto/nausea, Harvey’s Big-Ass Needles™

Anonymous asked:

I wish you’d write a fic where Dash accidentally swallows a hundred or so slug eggs, (slugs are the size of small squash ) and for the next few weeks he grows with them slowly moving around

And I was like…….. yes. So here ya go!


Day 0

“Caviar, sir?”

“That’s ‘Your Grace’ to you,” said Dash Cantor, raising a signature single eyebrow.

“Oh- terribly sorry,” said the waiter, narrowing his six eyes like he was daring Dash to sniff out the sarcasm. “Caviar, Your Grace?”

“Eh, sure,” Dash said. “But first…” He pulled from his (fifth) glass of pinxt until it was empty and put it on the alien waiter’s tray, upsetting a perfect stack of toast points in the process. With both hands free, he was able to grab one of the points, dip it into the dish of pearly eggs, and use the serving spoon to pack a seven-centimeter-tall pile of caviar onto the toast.

The waiter chose to leave rather than watch Dash shove Mt. Ovum into his mouth in one bite.

Your Grace? You aren’t royalty, Dash,” said a female voice directly to Dash’s right.

“An’ ‘ow do oo know thad?” Dash replied around his 500-credit mouthful of eggs.

“Because I’ve known you since you were five,” replied Cora Caspian. She wrinkled her nose watching Dash swallow the last of the food. “And royalty wouldn’t do anything that gnarly.”

“Hey,” said Dash, wiping his mouth on his satin pocket square, “you know what you’re getting when you take me to one of these fancy benefits.”

“Good company, I’d hope.”

“True, my dear Cora, but also,” Dash said, reaching a cupped left hand away from his body without looking at it, “someone who doesn’t shy away from a free spread.”

Another alien waiter put a full, foaming glass of pinxt into Dash’s outstretched mitt. He downed the pink foam in a couple hearty gulps.

“Nothing’s actually free, Your Grace,” Cora said, grinning.

The pinxt buzz was too strong now for Dash to wonder what Cora meant.

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spleengarden  asked:

Hey there ! Do you know any good fic with teacher!Derek and student!Stiles ? (Or the opposite, I reaaaally don't mind haha) Thank you, you're making a great job with this blog :)

Hey, thank you so much!!!!

We just added a new tag in our tag navigation dedicated to you. You can check our Teacher/Student AU tag now for some fics to read!

However, have some other ones (I’m a big teacher/student fan so I’m here to fulfill your needs -C)!

TEACHER/STUDENT AU

Intro To Art For Non Majors by otatop

Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can’t bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.


Paper Airplanes by RemainNameless

The road to unfortunate, accidental, and possibly career-destroying relationships is littered with good intentions, snark, bad timing, and not a few paper airplanes.


Quakin Aspen by popfly

College!AU where Stiles is a fine arts major who decides to take a sculpture class because the instructor, Professor Hale, is hot. He spends a lot of time sketching Derek instead of paying attention to the lecture parts of the class, but he still aces his final project.


i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

“One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”


Circle Yes or No by blacktofade

Stiles is a TA for Professor Morrell’s class, where Derek happens to be a mature student.


Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

“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.

Fic Rec

Title: Put Down in Words
Author: paintedrecs
Rating: M
Word Count: 203,777
Status: Complete
Summary: “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.

caffeinatedandangry  asked:

Hey guys! I can't se the last time it was updated but.... can we get some musician stiles or derek fics pls?

derek:

ships passing in the night by bibliosexual (1/1 | 1,410 | PG13)

Stiles can’t say he blames Derek for quitting. Hell, this is basically the best thing to ever happen to Derek, Stiles knows that, and it’s awesome. They’d talked about their dreams, and Derek had always said he’d love to be a musician. Now his single has climbed to number eight on Billboard’s Hot 100 and his face is at the top of Stiles’ news feed every day for a week, and Stiles wouldn’t take that away from him for anything.

BUT. Just because Derek gets his dream job doesn’t mean he can just—just leave and never contact Stiles again.

Only, that’s exactly what he does.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (12/31 | 53,419 | R)

“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.

Long Legs and Beard Burn by weirdwednesday (1/1 | 1,266 | PG13)

Derek is the lead singer of the Lone Wolves rock band, after their concert they go to a nearby bar to celebrate.

Stiles is dragged to a bar after the Lone Wolves concert because all of his friends are dumbasses who think they can score with actual rock stars. Stiles is proved wrong.

stiles&derek:

Taking a Chance by Inell (1/1 | 4,416 | PG13)

Since becoming famous, Stiles has focused on his music: writing songs and touring with his band, The Foxes. That changes when he runs into his childhood crush, Derek Hale, who also happens to be a founding member of Halestorm, the best band in the world, according to Stiles. 

Snatches of Sound by bleep0bleep, rosepetals42 (5/5 | 26,105 | NC17)

Derek looks up to meet Stiles’ eyes, expecting to see a challenging smirk, some sort of derisive mocking expression, but Stiles just blinks at him, quirks his lips a little in a small smile, and Derek smiles back, just a little, and maybe this collaboration isn’t going to be so bad, after all.

In which Stiles and Derek are rival musicians who, somehow, through no fault of their own, are forced to work together.

See You On The Other Side (4/4)

Originally posted by ninja-spacenerd

“Bucky and the others may have escaped the government for now, but they’re now considered wanted criminals and are in a desperate race against time to prove that Bucky didn’t set the bombs off. With Tony and half the team turned against them, *yn* and the others are on their own. *yn* has to deal with a lot of nostalgia and battle with her conflicting emotions in regards to Bucky and it all boils down to a final stand off between the love of her life and one of her closest friends.”

Warnings: CIVIL WAR SPOILERS, angst, fluff, swearing, violence.

Notes: I seriously can’t believe this is the last part, this is crazy!!! I’ve had so much fun writing this series and I really hope you all love the last part, thank you to everyone who supported this series <3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3


“This is my daughter Cassie, she just turned seven.” 

*yn* leaned over Scott’s shoulder and smiled at the photo of his daughter grinning goofily at the camera. “She’s adorable.” *yn* complimented as Scott flicked through more photos of her.

“Have I already mentioned that I’m a big, big fan?” Scott asked her which made her giggle.

“A few times.” *yn* joked which made a blush creep onto his cheeks.

“Well I am, Cassie is too you know. You’re her favourite superhero.” He continued which made *yn* smile. 

“Well maybe I could meet her sometime.” *yn* suggested which made Scott’s eyes light up.

“Seriously!? That would be so awesome, Cassie would love that!” 

“Yeah I’m sure “Cassie” would love that.” Bucky grumbled under his breath as he burned holes in the back of Scott Lang’s head.

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orangemonkieeagle  asked:

Okay so quick question I've kind of been wondering about. Hue obviously adores Rose and would do a lot to help her. However, he doesn't seem (to me at least) to get the emotional distress that rose must go through each time she's abducted. When he says she has no choice when he first goes to her apartment in the day about being abducted, he doesn't seem particularly empathetic at that point, and he's ok abducting her as well. Does he really understand that feeling?Will they ever talk it over?

Yes, it does change, in fact I don’t think Rose is ever taken again from this point on in the story (she does visit with the Greys from time to time, though). 

Hue is a very weak character and just kind of goes with the flow at the beginning of the story.  I don’t think he really understands the abduction procedure and is pretty innocent to the whole thing.  He has no independence himself so I don’t know if he fully grasps how distressing/painful/alarming it would be to be taken from your home by a bunch of bug-eyed creeps. He’s spent his whole life in emotional isolation with the Greys so that’s kind of understandable.  He’s definitely not trying to be blasé or cruel about it though.  Some of his naivete is shown through his child-like way of keeping Dog with him:

As of Rose getting her memory erased by Shade, he’s fed up with that system and pretty angry and depressed.  He won’t even play with his toys!  

He swore to Rose that she’d never be on another exam table…

…but he couldn’t keep that promise against the will of the Greys:

The part where Quazky brings up the whole ‘space bride’ routine again is the first time Hue has stood up to another character on how he’ll be interacting with Rose.

He’s still kind of shy and weak-willed but I think more than ever he knows he wants to be human, emotional, and on Earth with Rose, so now that he has some goals, I think there’ll be some big changes on the horizon for everyone. :3

I hope I haven’t written Hue too poorly.  It’s hard to show their emotions when they’re Grey. ;u;

How FNAF 2 is gonna go
  • Freddy: So everyone has plans on how to get the security guard? I'll be doing the whole bug eyed thing up close to the Camera.
  • Foxy 2.0: I'LL CRAWL ON THE CEILING
  • Foxy: I'm not fast enough! Bonnie mate, Throw me!
  • Chica 2.0: I'll come in from the main door!
  • Chica: So I'll take one vent and Bonnie 2.0 takes the other?
  • Bonnie 2.0: Yep!
  • Freddy: Great! Oh, and Bonnie, what are you doing?
  • Bonnie: Gonna stand there when he sees me in the camera. And get in his space when I go into the Office.
  • Freddy 2.0: And. . . What exactly happened to your face?
  • Bonnie: Well. . .
  • Manager: So! Incase they start roaming again, here's a mask from one of the old ones! And hey, sorry, no door this time. They costed too much.
  • Mike: Are u fuckin kidding me rn

The difficult part of writing one long AU instead of releasing batches of shorter works (and twitterfics) is that it takes so long to get to a point where I can actually post what I’m working on. And meanwhile, it’s radio silence from me.

I’m starting to understand why people post WIPs! It’s not something I’m comfortable trying, considering how much editing I do as I go along (sometimes major changes happen to earlier chapters once I get deeper into the story), but I’m getting to a point where it might be nice to share a little bit. 

So…would anyone be interested in seeing some of the fic I’m working on right now? If so, would you prefer a few snippets: Derek’s introduction, an encounter between Derek and Stiles with excessive pining? Or do you want to play that “give me a word and I’ll share the sentence it’s in” game?

It’s for this fic, by the way (currently 60k and gonna get a lot longer):


“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 in that way that meant he knew he’d won. It was a rarely earned expression, so Stiles could forgive him for indulging in it.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” he 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.

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When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals in mind: knock out the extra 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.

Author: Holland Black

Word Count:  723

Rating: PG 

Requested by; Anon

Prompt: Y/N is part of the Golden Quartet and is best friends with Ron, Harry and Hermione. Y/N is always staying at the burrow and has a crush on George Weasley. Ron is NOT okay with this newly discovered crush.

“Wait what?” Ron exclaimed, aghast. He was on his feet, staring wide eyed at Hermione. She smacked her palm over her mouth, with a loud gasp.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” She mumbled into her hand. Hermione had known about this whole George thing for about a year now. She had finally dragged it out of Y/N in fourth year after continuously prodding and bugging her about it. She had been specifically instructed not to tell Ron, if anyone. And look what she had done.

“She likes George? My brother George?” 

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Sleepy Hollow Spoilers and Eye Rolling

Come on, mother fuckers. Abbie is a smart woman. She would not EAT the fucking second she sat down, after the whole “don’t eat or drink in purgatory” thing. You just don’t do that. She’s not that foolish, or that hungry. Yeah, maybe she thinks she’s dead, but she still wouldn’t do it! *flips table*

Come on, writers. Consistency, please? If you’ve got to have her sacrifice herself every 5 minutes, at least let’s keep some shit straight, like about how smart the woman is?

And she’d better come back. She’d better *goes bug eyed and twitchy*