Steve turned and shot a mischievous yet warning glance over
his shoulder to Sam, who was sitting with an equally inebriated Clint on one
side and a sober yet eager to make trouble Bucky at his other. The three men only continued to cheer their
friend on, warning or none, but no matter how eager they were for him to claim
his moment, none of them could compare to the look of unabashed excitement in
Tony’s eyes as he held out your hand to Steve.
He had been trying to set the two of you up since your first day working
for him at Stark Industries, and he wouldn’t believe that his intuition was
wrong. It took moving your work to the
Avengers tower and then reassigning you as Steve’s assistant to get his plan
into action, and now that he was seeing his genius idea reach its pinnacle, of
course all because of him, he was almost as proud as if he were your own
Stiles is beautiful, and Derek wants him to realize that. Derek is good, and Stiles wants him to realize that. And they love each other. This story is pure fluff. Sweet fluff. Tooth rotting fluff. For those who like that.
When you hear of the name Stiles Stilinski you probably think of the hyper active, always talking, and very much human seventeen year old boy who attends Beacon Hills high school and who is/isn’t apart of a Werewolf pack. But what if Stiles Stilinski isn’t what he makes himself appear to be, what if he’s something far more than anyone else expected him to be?
Or : Stiles Stilinski isn’t as human as everyone thinks, he’s actually a special kind of Werewolf breed, a werewolf breed that has only has 1% chance of appearing.
Derek is the omega son of wealthy business owner, Talia Hale, and the target of a recent stalking. After Derek’s murderous ex girlfriend escapes from prison, Derek’s life is flipped upside down. What started off as playful threats soon escalates into something that threatens Derek’s life.
Stiles is just an alpha trying to keep his clients safe. He’s pretty damn good at being a personal bodyguard so when Cora, his long time best friend, comes to him with a job to protect her big brother, Stiles knows he can’t turn it down. He’s determined to protect Derek even if it costs him his life.
When young alpha and omega werewolves reach the age of 18 they are sent to Summer Camp Lycan to meet their mates. Most of them go eagerly, anticipating the happiness when they meet their mates. But not omega Derek Hale. (Omega Derek is sent to Summer Camp Lycan where he meets a unique and attractive Alpha.)
When Stiles goes away to college, he finds a new group of supernatural friends (because of course he does) much to the chagrin of his dad and Derek. It turns out he’s pretty good at leading a group of werewolves–and a witch!–through the trials and tribulations of freshmen year.
When Stiles is thirteen years old, he falls in love.
She’s over ten feet tall, with gray-green leathery skin and a plump, yellow belly, bright purple eyes and an ungainly wingspan that makes her topple when she spreads them open too wide.
In the time it takes for the dragon to bury her too-warm muzzle in the palm of his hand, Stiles knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.
Her handler is gruff, dark-haired, wide-shouldered, and scowling down at him. He’s got a burn scar running down the outside of one forearm, and the flight vest open at his throat reveals an angry red claw mark on his collarbone.
Stiles maybe falls a little bit in love with him, too.
It is a time long ago in a land far away. Stiles is a Mage, and Derek is King of the Werewolves. There are good and evil forces striving with each other to gain control over that ancient world. And there is a ring made of pure gold which holds great power within it.
A serial killer has been running around in Beacon Hills, and nobody knows who he is. But Stiles does, cause he is the one everyone is looking for, but they’ll never find him, cause he’s to smart and to good an actor to get caught, he has an IQ of 193 after all……
What if no one even knows who you really are? What if you’ve been letting everyone believe in a lie? A lie that even you had almost started to believe- almost. Because, like they say, the past will always catch up with you and one day, you will have to face it…
“Freedom is a burden,” The whiskey-eyed male drawled, kneeling down in front of Derek who growled in the back of his throat, eyeing his owner with red glowing eyes. “You should be glad I took it away from you.”
Stiles Stilinski-Hale works at a bakery. There’s always this one customer, this one guy, who never seems to leave Stiles alone. When Stiles gets a little mouthy with this shady character, who knows what could happen!!
Derek and Stiles were having their first litter together, yes thats right a litter of pups! Five to be exact. Join them both on their journey through Stiles’ pregnancy and when they think back on how they got there with the pack and all the shit that happened along the way. Can’t be that complicated of a history right? Well besides all the hot sex they were having it wasn’t that bad.
Which was why Derek was pacing back and forth in the middle of a circle of mountain ash, watching Stiles writhe and moan on their mountain ash-encircled bed whilst painting his well-lubed rim with yet another circle of — that’s right — mountain ash.
When Stiles and Derek first met they weren’t exactly friends. In fact, each one found the other one annoying. Stiles had Derek arrested for a murder which he hadn’t committed. After Derek was released, he and Stiles were constantly at odds with each other. Derek would lose his patience with Stiles and shove him against a wall. Stiles would lose his temper with Derek and snark back at him. This went on for a while, until really dangerous things began to happen to the pack of werewolves that Derek and Stiles were part of. Then something unusual happened. Stiles and Derek began to save each other’s lives on a regular basis. And their animosity toward each other faded away. And they became friends. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, and all the years ahead, Stiles grows from a teenager into a young man. And Derek was there to share all of the birthdays. This story will follow Stiles and Derek from the first day that they met and into the future.
Stiles lifts his head out of his hands, even though the cold wave of panic is trying to wash over him, and finally voices the worry that’s been haunting him, getting louder as the day goes on. “What if—What if he doesn’t want to marry me?”
Scott’s hand comes to rest on Stiles shoulder. “Dude,” he says, squeezing firmly. “You’re already married. This is just a formality.”
Stiles blinks for a moment, looks at Scott’s earnest face. “Oh. Right. Thanks.”
*Request* Bucky songfic to “They Can’t Take That Away From Me” by Frank Sinatra. I’m not sure this is where it was supposed to go, but it’s what I’ve been thinking for a while…
Bucky Barnes x Reader
“We met in the spring of 1940.” You knew your eyes lit up when you talked about him. Your first love. Even after all this time, after the war had ripped you apart and his death had nearly killed you, talking about James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes still put a spark in your words and a fire in your voice. You didn’t talk about him much, but you wanted to. It was so good to have the opportunity; for someone to ask.
“Was he your boyfriend?” Emily asked you, holding the photo in long fingers, a mischievous smile on her face. She was too much like her mother, that one.
“So, you look like my dad’s financial adviser, but like, in an undiscovered model, early mid-life crisis kinda’ way.” Stiles laughs, light and free, and Derek is 100% ambivalent on all the reasons he wants to shove him up against that wall.
Derek gets fired from his fancy journalist job in the Big Apple and moves to L.A. with Laura in hopes for some existential epiphany on what he’s going to do next with his life. Instead he finds a 5'10" smart ass who has really pretty eyes and an even prettier voice.
In the future, the polar ice caps have melted and covered the earth with water. Dry land is a myth that people tell their children about when they put them to sleep. People live on floating communities called atolls and merchant ships.
Over centuries, mutations have evolved from the human race to allow for their survival in this post-apocalyptic world. Stiles is a mutation, an omega, living in this world. But Stiles has a secret. He knows where dry land is. Or, at least, he might know where dry land is. He’s not sure if it’s real, but he knows that’s where he comes from and that his father is supposed to be there waiting for him. And he has a map that’s supposed to tell him exactly where it is.
Enter Derek Hale, an Alpha mutation that has adapted to life fully on the water.
Stiles and Derek set out on a lifetime journey to find mythical dry land and dammit, Stiles can’t help but be attracted to Derek and his intoxicating scent.
There’s only an hour of Christmas left, when Derek realises that it’s his first Christmas since he and Stiles have been together. In fact, it’s been his first real Christmas since a long time ago. Or, the one where Derek realises that not all fires are bad.
“Was that eat-in or takeaway?” the girl at the counter recites monotonously. Her disinterest in the answer is obvious. Her attention is instead devoted to glowering at a group of middle schoolers throwing chicken nuggets at each other. Derek tries not to be annoyed by the amplified clacking of her chewing gum. He watches as one of the preteens gets pegged in the head and goes down.
“Takeaway, thanks.” Stiles replies cheerfully by his side. His boyfriend is smiling widely at the grumpy waitress. “Sound alright, schmoopy?” he asks, directing the question at Derek.
Derek’s eye twitches. - Or, Stiles just really loves to annoy Derek with pet names.
Stiles has a new job, working in a bookshop. And of all things, working with a grumpy manager, Derek Hale. Derek was on Stiles’ case constantly. Nothing that Stiles did pleased him. And he was very grumpy. And Stiles was very grumpy towards him in return.