Hates because it means he doesn’t get home until everyone else is leaving to start their days.
Loves because when he takes the train home in the mornings, he always sees the incredibly hot business man with amazing multi-colored eyes, scruff, glasses, and a solid frown that scared Stiles at first but now it’s just amusing.
Written for the prompt: Dean and Cas are both about to die so one makes a deathbed love confession. When they miraculously survive things are awkward between the two of them, the confessor not thinking the other feels the same way; angst with a happy ending.
Zombie apocalypse. That’s actually how Dean’s going down. A fucking zombie apocalypse.
The thing that pisses him off is: zombies are easy.
Bullet to the brain and they’re down for the count. Again. But yet, here he is, trapped in a damn storage closet with a
graceless Castiel at his side, and one bullet sitting in the magazine of his
“How the hell did we get here?” Dean mutters
mostly to himself. He lets his head fall back against the hard cement wall
behind him and tries to block out the sounds of the incessantly moaning dead
just outside the door.
“Through the mess hall,” Castiel states
Dean heaves a sigh.
“Rhetorical question, Cas.” He glances around the empty storage closet, rubbing
at his eyes and trying to force himself to think. He doesn’t get
into jams like this. He just doesn’t.
Yet here he is.
As they sit, waiting for their inevitable death - what
else can they do, really - part of Dean hopes the zombies will get tired of
waiting for them, wander off to harvest somebody else’s brain. And it sounds
wild, but hope’s all he’s got left at this point; that’s how fucking bleak the
When the door handle starts to wiggle, moans seeping
beneath the door and creeping into the storage room, Dean comes to the
conclusion hope is for suckers.
The wiggling becomes more incessant and is quickly accompanied
by heavy fists pounding on the door, and Dean and Castiel are on their feet,
breathing shallow and shoulders taut.
“They’re not strong
enough to break in, right?” Dean asks and despite already knowing the
answer he needs Castiel to say no.
“Yes, with enough force they could break the
“Fuck.” Dean mutters. He looks at his gun
again, that one bullet not even enough to buy them some extra time, and then at
Cas who’s watching him with calculated eyes.
“We can’t hold them off for long.” Castiel says.
Dean snickers, shakes his head. “Fuck, Cas, aren’t you
quite the optimist.”
The door clangs loudly and Dean’s head snaps up and
towards the sound. The grotesque faces of the dead are peering through the
small window on the door, their jaws working jerkily as they groan.
They’ve double, tripled almost, in numbers, and they’re
crowding around the door, pounding decaying flesh covered hands against the
This is it. Last episode,
folks, no To Be Continued.
Hey there :-) Can you make me a rec list about firefighter sterek please? Thanks ;-)
sure! here are some cute and lovely fics that you might haven’t seen before, hopefully you’ll enjoy them!
stiles is a firefighter
You Are My Fire by omelet (Not Rated, 8k)
Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.
untitled by bleep0bleep (T, 1k)
Laura punches him playfully in the shoulder, chuckling. “Dude, lighten up on the staff here. It’s not their fault they think you’re one of the dudes going in the calendar.”
start a fire in your heart by dedougal (E, 6k)
Stiles wants nothing more than to keep his head down and get on with his job as a firefighter. Of course, that’s when his photo ends up on the front pages, drawing attention from places he thought he’d left behind.
derek is a firefighter
until the clock strikes midnight again by decideophobia (T, 5k) Derek stumbles upon a test then, towards the end of the magazine, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s reading out loud, “Are you good in bed?”Stiles drops his pen.
untitled by pantstomatch (T, 3k)
Stiles is not stuck. To random passers-by it could appear that he is stuck, but he’s completely capable of getting down off this motherfucking tree all by himself. There was absolutely no reason to call the fire department, Isaac, given that they have a perfectly serviceable ladder in the garage, and Stiles totally has the agility of a jungle cat. Climbing down this tree should be a piece of cake. It’s just that, you know: tiny kitten.
stop, drop and roll by thepsychicclam (M, 12k)
Stiles knows he’s in trouble when he invites the Beacon Hills Fire Department into his third grade classroom and he can’t stop staring at a certain scruffy fireman. But after the third graders take a field trip to the fire station and participate in the fire department’s holiday canned food drive, Stiles can’t ignore his crush any longer.
boy in blue by kaihire (G,5k)
Stiles gets injured on the job because he’s just awesome like that, and it turns out his usual massage therapist isn’t in. Unfortunately, the masseur who’s replacing him is precisely the reason Stiles ended up getting hurt in the first place.
untitled by thepsychicclam (T,2k)
stiles is a waiter at the diner down the street from the fire station, and fireman!derek comes in frequently for lunch.
everybody loves good neighbors by stilinskisparkles (M, 7k)
What about an “everything run-down and suddenly a guy falls through the ceiling; now there’s a hole in the ceiling of my bedroom”-AU thing?
just when you think you’re in control by trilliastra (T, 2k) While Josh rushes to grab his things and Stiles tries to clean some of the mess on Josh’s table, the door opens with a bang and suddenly Derek Hale is running inside, disheveled and clearly upset.Stiles would feel sorry for him – and in another situation, he would even stop to admire Derek’s perfect body and face – but he crushed a little boy’s heart and that’s unforgivable. In which Stiles thinks Derek is the worst uncle when he’s, actually, the best.
Through Fire by hazelNuts (G, 1k) “‘you’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ au - sterek - that cat has been by stiles’ side since forever and his mom give it to him and even tho he’s old and almost blind please save him"Derek watches as Boyd tries to stop a man from running back into the burning apartment building. Boyd towers over him, but the guy is a fighter and his colleague is having some real trouble holding him back. The guy is aiming for the places he knows he will hurt the firefighter the most, his crotch, his solar plexus. He even tries to kick him in the knees. This isn’t going to end well for either man if someone doesn’t stop that guy soon.
Emergency Hugs by LadyDrace (T, 2k) EMERGENCY HUGS INQUIRE WITHIN The sign looks cheerful enough, as much as a sign can when composed of entirely letters in a sturdy black frame, but Stiles doesn’t know why he’d stopped to stare at it. Okay, that’s a lie. He does know.
untitled by mad-madam-m (Not Rated, 1k) “Would you like to donate to the Beacon Hills Firefighters Fund?” Stiles gapes at the specimen of a man standing beside his car, holding out a giant rubber boot with a cheerful “DONATE” sign taped to it. The man is tall, dark, bearded, and frowning, though Stiles can’t tell if the latter is because he’s genuinely unhappy or just protecting his eyes from the sun’s glare. “Uh,” Stiles says, because it’s too early for him to think when he’s looking at a firefighter who might as well have walked out of his wet dreams.
Cooking With (A) Fire(man) by literaryoblivion (G, 2k) After a kitchen accident in his dorm, Stiles is forced to take a cooking class as punishment and ends up meeting a very attractive fireman to share his cooking station with… and maybe a few other things.
untitled by howlnatural (T, 2k) After Tilly the three-legged jack russell, Dr McCall - the aforementioned vet -seemed to know instinctively which tragic dog cases Derek wouldn’t be able to turn down. Dana the Australian shepherd and Bobby the former police dog who’d gone deaf in a meth lab explosion followed, and then Derek had moved to a bigger place and kind of forgotten about dating. Until Stiles.
Emergency Love by Kedreeva (E, 14k) Wherein Derek is a firefighter and Stiles is a paramedic, and they just keep meeting.
Hot Like Burning by Leslie_Knope (T, 2.5k)
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
Cupboard Love by mklutz (G, 33k) He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
untitled by stileshale (Not Rated, 1k) Derek is a firefighter and Stiles likes it when he comes home in his gear.
untitled by lycanthrophies (Not Rated, 2k)
Riling Derek up became a fun past time activity for Stiles pretty fast, because Derek tries so hard to be stoic sometimes, it’s really a highlight to see him crack open and either get adorably flustered, or—even better—make him laugh out loud.
Author: literaryoblivion Artist: inkforwords Type of Work: Fic/Fanart Collaboration Title: Handcuffed for the Holidays Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 8474 Warnings: kidnapping but Stiles doesn’t end up minding pretty quickly Summary: He is not like this. This is not him. But… he was desperate, and he had just missed an opportunity of a lifetime and had his (who he’s now referring to) douche boyfriend of a little less than a year break up with him right before he was supposed to meet his family, and this kind of attractive guy was there and convenient and…
So he kind of accidentally knocked him unconscious and maybe sort of kidnapped him by putting him in his car and driving them both to the rental cabin in the woods his family had gotten for Christmas. Link:Read on AO3
Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.
Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn’t used to sharing.
Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.
RATING: Teen and Up
WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship
The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.
“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”
RATING: Teen And Up
WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death
He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…
The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.
A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.
(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can’t handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)
WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining
“Thing is, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. “I didn’t sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here.”
That stings. He hadn’t realised how Derek feels about him. They’ve been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.
“Well now we can get used to you not being here. You’re a liability, Stilinski. You can’t protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we’ve got more important things to do. You’re out of the pack.”
The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.
WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks
Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.
The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.
Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.
COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done
WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd
Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.
Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.
Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.
WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage.
Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.
“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”
Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.
When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.
“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.
“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”
“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”
Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods. Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid.
or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma
All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.
Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.
Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.
WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much
“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”
“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”
“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”
Creator (art): Mianewarcher Collaborator/Author (fic): literaryoblivion Type of Work: Fanart & Fic Title: Spiked Eggnog Rating: T Word Count: 2853 Warnings: Alcohol/intoxication Summary: Laughter rings in his ears all around him as Stiles walks into his kitchen, a nice buzz in his head from the spiked eggnog. Having a Christmas party for the pack was a great idea, he thinks to himself as he sees all his friends gathered around the food and drinks at the table. His dad is at work, but he okayed the party with him beforehand anyway. It’s like he’s having two Christmases, one right now with his friends, and one tomorrow with him and his dad.
The pack had exchanged gifts earlier, and now they were just finishing off the snacks and drinks. Lydia had somehow concocted eggnog that got the werewolves of the group pleasantly buzzed as well, which Stiles had thought was great. Until he notices that someone is missing in their little ragtag bunch.
▶▶ A Start by Inell
Teen And Up | 1,458w
Derek’s acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren’t dating.
▶▶ An RA’s Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband
Teen And Up | 2,208w
“Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you’ve locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in.”
“Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game.”
Derek seriously can’t take this anymore.
▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire
General | 1,133w
Stiles decides that, since they’re the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine’s Day together.
▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,142w
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling
Teen And Up | 4,756w
Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That’s how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he’ll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.
▶▶ Demanding Forever Series  That Stalky Thing by wangler
Mature | 2,560w
Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing.
 Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler
Explicit | 3,264w
“Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old,” Stiles says, lipping at Derek’s mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.
▶▶ Dog’s Best Friend by otter
General | 8,923w
Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said “HALEHOUNDS” across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.
▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★
Teen And Up | 4,023w
Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.
▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★
Mature | 20,525w
“Stiles, I’ll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He’s a difficult person to live with, so I won’t sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job,” Laura explained.
Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.“
▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,762w
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
Stiles faces the cameras, waves his hand and smiles like he’s been trained his whole life to do. His back aches from the stiff posture, and he resists the urge to run his hands through his hair. A reporter asks him a question about his father’s upcoming peace summit, and Stiles automatically recites the answers.
Remember to smile. Remember the answers. Remember to be charming like Mom taught me.
The reporter thanks him, and Stiles continues down the line, answering more questions about the summit, but also superficial questions like who he was rooting for in the World Cup and what’s the worst thing about being the son of a king. “Never getting good curly fries,” Stiles answers, which isn’t what the reporter expects. “I never get to just run through a drive thru and get fries, and the one time I did, the workers were so nervous my fries were burnt.”
“Couldn’t they just make them for you at the castle?” the reporter asks.
Stiles grins and winks at her. “Just not the same.”
Be charming. Be funny. “You don’t have to be Prince William,” his mother had told him. “You don’t always have to be serious.”
His bodyguards stand by watchfully as Stiles takes photos with a few people, and then he faces the cameras again. His fingers self-consciously go to the waist of his dress pants, because they feel too tight, too restricting. But Lydia had insisted that his outfit was perfectly tailored. “This is what you pay me for, Stiles,” she’d huffed. “Now let me do my job.”
He trusts Lydia with everything, from his clothes and hair to booking his appointments, but that doesn’t make him feel any less constricted and ridiculous in these tight-fitting pants. He misses the days when he could wear oversized khakis and hoodies, despite the fact that he was heir to the throne. Sometimes, he thinks turning eighteen had been the worst thing to happen to him.
Stiles walks towards the car waiting for him on the curb. He waves for the remaining cameras, shouts out a few one-word answers to reporters’ questions, watches as his bodyguards keep more eager reporters from rushing him. At the car, he turns and gives one final, regal wave before slipping inside.
He takes a deep breath once the door’s closed. Without the adrenaline that comes with being in the public eye, his hands start to shake violently.
His driver, Isaac, turns around to look at him. “Are you okay, your highness?”
Stiles concentrates on his breathing – in out in out in out – the panic ebbing, though the shaking doesn’t stop. “I’m fine, Isaac.” He shoots him a weary smile. “Let’s go home.”
It’s not the greatest job in the world, but someone’s gotta do it. And Stiles makes the most of it, okay?
Writing captions for the live broadcasts as well as helping run and write the copy for the online news stories can get rather tedious and boring, but Stiles tries his best to keep himself entertained. Slipping in a movie or comic book reference inside a human interest story just to see if someone comments about it, putting up a funny headline to see if someone catches it and puts it up on reddit, you know harmless things that to the casual viewer and reader will go unnoticed but to those that actually pay attention, they might get a kick out of it.
Recently though, he maybe has been… abusing his power.
A/N: Haha, AU where Connor and Oliver aren’t smack dab in
the middle of another Really Bad Idea and instead get to actually enjoy
Thanksgiving. (Um, this is my first and maybe only Coliver fic? Be gentle with me.
Surprisingly Oliver is the one who has to work on
“How does that even happen?” Connor asks, pushing
eggs around in a pan and trying his best not to let Oliver see his pout. Oliver
sidles up behind him, wraps suit clad arms around Connor’s waist, and kisses at
the spot just behind his ear that makes Connor shiver every time. “Aren’t
fancy offices like yours closed for the holidays? Even Annalise is taking the
“It’s not fancy,” Oliver counters, “and I’m
just on call. I may not even have to go in.”
Connor doesn’t respond, instead he picks up the skillet of
scrambled eggs and empties them onto a plate.
“Don’t be mad.” Oliver’s hands are still on
Connor’s waist, and he gives a gentle squeeze of his fingers before letting
Connor turns to face Oliver, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m not mad.” He says, “But I will be if I end up eating turkey
Oliver smiles at him, pulls him in and pecks him on the
lips. “You won’t.” He says. “I’ll be here.”
“I hope so,” Connor quips as Oliver steps into the
living room and slings his messenger bag over his shoulder. “I’m cooking
naked. I’d hate for you to miss that.” When Oliver turns, Connor’s smiling
too, his lips quirked up just so at one corner, and Oliver reaches for him
“Because!” Stiles waves his hands in the air. “The big reveal! The ‘Luke, I am your father,’” he says it in the best Vader impression he can muster. “I mean that is a classic piece of cinematic history right there. Why would you choose Return of the Jedi over that?”
“Because you find out Luke and Leia are siblings. That’s a pretty big reveal, too. There’s battles and fighting, and Ewoks. And Han and Leia finally get together. You have to admit it doesn’t get better than that.”
Stiles grins. “You are such a romantic.”
Parrish blushes. “Ewoks are awesome, okay.”
“That wasn’t your last reason though.” Parrish looks down, embarrassed, and Stiles kind of wants to crawl into his lap and kiss him.
Parrish coughs and clears his throat. “You know, there’s only one way to settle this.”
Stiles furrows his brows. “How?”
“We’re going to have to watch them all again. In a row. Together. Because I need to make sure you’re paying attention. It’s the only way we can really decide which episode is better.”
this is partly a gift fic to literaryoblivion for her belated birthday bc i wanna finish all these tfln prompts first and it might be years before i do so, happy belated birthday, my love <3
also notenoughgatorade pushes her luck sometimes and requests like five of these because she knows i don’t know how to say no.
just pretend like everything i’m saying is legit okay. it’s fiction.
“If I ever go to jail, it will be because of you, I can feel it,” Derek mutters, letting out a little grunt when Stiles clambers onto his palms, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Derek’s shoulders.
“To be fair,” Stiles begins, but he shuts right up when Derek glares at him. “Right, no talking about how I got you arrested before. That was years ago Derek, let it go.”
Derek lifts Stiles up so he can crawl over the fence before jumping over it himself, easily. He ignores Stiles’ petulant muttering of how he was a big showoff and helps him down. “And yet here we are.”
“We’re doing this for a good cause. Dad’s on a stakeout, he won’t be back until at least 6am,” Stiles protests, dusting himself off, before he holds a hand out to Derek, dropping it almost as soon as Derek’s gaze falls to it. Stiles is blushing now, and it’s no less adorable as the first time Derek saw that blush. “Sorry, I mean, let’s just go.”
“You do realize you haven’t told me why we’re here, right?” Derek reminds him, shaking his head and following as Stiles fiddles with a door and disappears into the police station. “This feels illegal,” he mutters to himself, before he slips inside as quietly as possible.
Stiles is waiting for him just inside the doorway and he mimes zipping his lips, punching Derek in the shoulder when he rolls his eyes. Derek’s just about to keep walking when Stiles stops him with a gentle hand on his chest, points out to the hallway before gesturing to Derek’s ears. Derek listens for a long moment, but there isn’t anything more than the shuffle of papers by a deputy at the front desk, and the steady beat of Stiles’ heart. He shakes his head, and Stiles lifts up two fingers.
What, he mouths, and Stiles slides up to him, curls his hand around Derek’s neck and tugs him close.
For Freck (literaryoblivion) who likes sterek and 1D so I present: a band AU! based on James’ Corden’s Tattoo Roulette: (hope you enjoy it!!!)
Stiles likes many things about his life. He likes that he gets to play drums for a living, he likes that he gets to touch so many fans’ lives, and, really, he doesn’t usually mind doing talk shows. It’s actually sort of fun. He spent so much of elementary school being told to shush by teachers and coaches and, hell, even other classmates at points, that it’s still a bit of a thrill that people want him to talk.
So, yeah, he likes his life. Despite the fame and the media and the fact that he can’t go anywhere anymore without being recognized, he wouldn’t change it for a moment.
Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.
And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.
(Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they’re neighbors.)
“What?” Stiles replies, blinking at Erica. She indicates his make-up and shirt. “I – no, that’s – Scott’s Derek’s boyfriend. I’m just moral support. Or something.” He flails in Scott’s general direction, but unfortunately Scott’s too focused on the game to save him.
“I’m not going to judge,” Erica says, smirking slightly. “The only reason Isaac isn’t here too is because he has an exam tomorrow morning.”
“Isaac?” Stiles asks, his brow furrowing in confusion.
The thing is, Stiles has always had sensitive nipples. When a friend in college suggests nipple piercings, he totally goes for it. Somehow this is what pushes him and Derek together, despite what happened between them the summer before he went away to school. The thing no one talks about, the thing that matters really a lot despite how much they pretend it doesn’t.
Or, the fic that was supposed to be a pwp about Stiles getting nipple piercings and accidentally grew an angsty plot.
They’ve known about the other pack for quite some time now. They know the pack is young and small, formed together more by accident and necessity than anything else. But, they haven’t done anything about them because they’ve been fairly quiet, kept to themselves, and haven’t caused any trouble.
That is until the Hales start hearing rumors about the McCall pack acquiring a very young and inexperienced but powerful witch.
So Alpha Hale sends her eldest son, Derek, for all intents and purposes, to spy on the McCall pack and their so-called witch, to see what the truth of the situation is.
Letting out a long sigh, Derek turns away and braces himself for the next hellish filming segment. After all, apparently he’s going to have to smile while greeting twenty-five contestants. Shit, what if they try to hug him? Or, god forbid, kiss –
He doesn’t get any further with that thought, because a limo pulls into the driveway. He braces himself for the worst. The worst, who… actually doesn’t look that horrifying.
“I’ve been dying to meet you!” she exclaims as she catches sight of him.
Then, she flings herself at him and ensnares him in a bone-crushing hug.
Scratch that – she’s completely horrifying. And Derek’s pretty sure he can hear errand boy what’s-his-face laughing in the distance.
(Or: In which Derek gets roped into being the ‘eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.)
Life is cruel. Derek Hale is only going to be here in Beacon Hills for a week. Sundays Fun Days is a lie. It was not fun, getting a bit of hope and having it torn away.
How much wooing can Stiles do in a week, anyway?
~ It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.
Laura and Derek Hale own an architecture firm and they are looking for a new construction crew. Stiles and Scott are the newbies in town, but it’s either them or Deucalion. Everyone gets off on the wrong foot but don’t worry, things have a way of working themselves out.
If Scott was asked to start from the beginning, his mind would place him right at the center of Beacon Hills, looking up at the black and white Hale house, clamped down on his mom’s hand and trying not to feel fear.
If Stiles was asked to start from the beginning, he would talk about a boy named Scott who walked into his kindergarten classroom, stuck to him like a barnacle and became the most important thing Stiles would ever do with his life.
“You’re the only person that can help us and we need a place to crash. Can we stay at yours? Just for the week? I promise we’ll be quiet and—”
The feeling of dread quickly turns to panic and Derek forces out through a tense jaw, “Who’s ‘we’, Scott?”
Scott’s face morphs into a look of sadness and pity before he responds with a defeated, “Me and Stiles.” He tenses, as if to brace for the rejection Derek is sure to give him, because there’s no way that Derek would agree to house his ex-boyfriend for a week, even as a favor to his brother. Not after everything that happened, after the devastating heartbreak he still hasn’t fully recovered from.
He takes a deep breath and sighs, “Okay,” despite every intelligent part of his brain yelling at him that it isn’t a good idea. - - - - - - Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.
He feels like the world stuttered to a halt and started rotating the other direction within the past few days, like the fire burned brighter only to push him into his proper place. Three days ago, he had no idea werewolves existed, had no idea Derek could be anyone other than Hale, and now he knows how it feels to be pressed up against him, knows how awkward Erica’s sideburns are, knows with absolute certainty that being taken off fire relief duty won’t tear him away from this group.
But fires have always been dangerous and unpredictable.
Derek finally has everything where it should be. His pack is good, strong, back from college and they are a cohesive team. Other than the occasional witch, hunters and blip in the road, this is what it should have always been like. A pack in the Hale house, watching out for Beacon Hills.
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’s slight 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.