When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.
Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?
Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.
There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.
"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.
The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, “You think I’d subject myself to this on purpose?”
"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I’m telling Mom."
Stiles wakes up to an empty bed. It isn’t until he gets to school that he realizes something is wrong. Derek is missing, and no one seems remember him except for Stiles.
“The universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle.” In which Stiles believes the same applies to werewolves and other nonhuman entities.
According to their fansite, Two Bros in the Know (or TBK, as they were referred to by those in the know) grew out of an idea Scott had their senior year of high school.
The truth was much less cinematic: Stiles wanted to impress Lydia Martin, and thought being a famous ghost hunter would do the trick. But it wasn’t until the summer before their senior year in college, during an epic tour of farmhouses in the Dakotas, that TBK’s popularity went through the roof. Thanks, in large part, to their “rivalry” with Natural, the show featuring real-life siblings Derek and Cora Hale, and their mission to debunk all the same kinds of places TBK said were haunted.
Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….
Derek is the alpha of a pack of young wolves who are busy finding babysitters, planning holidays, holding jobs and clinging to normalcy. When Peter pitches the idea to plant flowers on the Hale property, Derek doesn’t quite take him seriously. That is until he walks into the little floral shop off 1st and Oakheart and meets the strange young man from out of town, Stiles Stilinski.
"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.
God, he dreams.
He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it.”
What happens at the North American Lycanthropy and Leadership Symposium stays at the North American Lycanthropy and Leadership Symposium. // Or, Stiles is totally going to be the best fake boyfriend ever. According to Allison and Lydia, he and Scott rate 17/20 in believability and 19/20 in cuteness. They’ve got this shit locked down.
Stiles is a forensic tech with the San Diego FBI. He thinks he’s been fairly lucky, since he’s never had his life threatened, sustained few injuries, and only has to work with his least favorite agent every once in a while.
And then all of that changes.
Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—
“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”
Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
The road to unfortunate, accidental, and possibly career-destroying relationships is littered with good intentions, snark, bad timing, and not a few paper airplanes.
Or, In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…With the Same Person
Stiles graduates and comes back to Beacon Hills to figure out a life plan, what he doesn’t plan for is meeting Officer Derek Hale.
Peter decides to use the power of Barry Manilow’s music to make Stiles and Derek fall in love.
Meanwhile, there are monsters and stuff, and Stiles and Derek are stupid.
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”
The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.
Things don’t exactly improve from there.
Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.
When the Sourwolf Candy franchise offers a $10,000 annual scholarship to the school of the winner’s choice, Stiles jumps at the chance to enter. It doesn’t matter that the other prizes are a day with one of the Hales and a lifetime supply of Sourwolf Candy. The sacrifices are worth it, because if there’s one thing that Stiles hates more than Sourwolf Candy, it’s Derek Hale.
So of course he has to spend a day with the guy who made the catchphrase ‘Don’t be such a Sourwolf’ popular: Sourfaced Derek Hale himself. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t get his scholarship money.
Derek just wants a little sugar. Or a lot of sugar, as the case may be. A whole case of sugar.
(He stress-eats sugar, ok?)
“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”
The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.
“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”
The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.
"I can’t work with this."
Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan. Also there’s this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.
Casting spells, chasing monsters, wooing your coworkers and fucking them in their offices - it’s all in a day’s work for Stiles Stilinski.
After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack’s alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.
Stiles was stuck in a bank robbery in the middle of the day in the middle of Beacon Hills and he could have pocket-dialled Scott or Derek but his phone was on the kitchen bench, covered in lime and chili aioli.
"Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?" Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too. The words snap the guy out of his daydream - and Derek is absolutely not wondering what was going on in his head - and he clears his throat, arching an eyebrow. "Derek, I’d like you to meet your new bodyguard, Stiles Stilinski."
Derek and Scott are brothers living at the Beacon Hills Home for Boys when another kid arrives, small, scrawny and called “Stiles” Things only get more confusing for Derek from there…
The sheriff suspects something going on between Stiles and Derek. Stiles is pretty adamant that that’s ridiculous (little does he know that Derek might actually be interested). Meanwhile, there’s a new monster in B-Hills, an old friend of the Stilinski family is back in town, and Derek is becoming a responsible adult. No, really.
Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.
They’re combating supernatural forces with blunt instruments now. Seems legit. As long as Stiles doesn’t end up getting frostbite, he’s willing to roll with it. Not that his friends have to worry about that. Fucking werewolves.
Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.
Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.
Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.
The one where Stiles thought Derek was a hooker who needed feeding, and Derek thought Stiles was interested in him.
Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell
"Make love to me," Derek demands.
Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it’s pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.
Great. Wait…does this mean he’s the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.
Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.
They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn’t be calm and focused.
The kissing. That’s important, very important. Not that the homicidal lycanthrope dragging him through dirt and fallen leaves isn’t important, but the kiss that follows? The path to this monumental push of lips on lips began even before this ill-fated venture to the Hale house.
The douchebag manhandling him through the forest, hand clamped tight around Stiles’s throat to keep him from screaming, is just a bonus.
The one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.
Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.
But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”
Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.
“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.”
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. "Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy."
"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."
"If Stiles was being honest, it was possibly the most perfect place he had ever been to. If he died, this would be his heaven."
Someone keeps leaving Stiles free muffins, which he wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the notes…
Following Gerard’s takedown and Jackson’s resurrection, things settle down in Beacon Hills for the packs. With Stiles, Scott and Isaac left at home for the summer while most everyone else goes their separate ways for two months, Stiles signs up for an art class during the week and that’s where things get interesting…
Erica and Boyd are still missing. Isaac has weeded his way into Scott’s life. And Stiles is left on the sidelines-probably where he belongs. But when a new threat blows in to Beacon Hills, Derek shows up on Stiles’ doorstep asking for help and maybe something more.
All Stiles wants from life is to learn to control his magic, keep his grades up, and not die horribly while saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats. It’s all going pretty well until Derek Hale, werewolf extraordinaire, has to go and ask him on a date. That asshole.
Stiles likes to walk through Central Park. One of the rangers there is a proud, unpleasant sort of man.
“Yes,” Peter said, putting a hand between Stiles’ shoulder blades and shoving him so he stumbled forward a few feet.“He’s for you, Derek.”
“What?” Stiles yelped. Derek’s nose flared and one side of his mouth raised up in a feral grin. Stiles whirled around to look at Peter. “What the hell are you talking about?” he exclaimed. “This is not what I agreed to!”
Peter gave him an infuriatingly calm look. “You said, and I quote, ‘Mr. Hale, I will do anything for the money.’ You signed the papers. You got yourself into this. And now you are going to do what you promised to do.”
And so: Stiles, deep in Peter’s debt, is offered up to Peter’s nearly feral nephew in an effort to keep him going over the edge of madness.
“He invited you to his apartment.”
“To do a lesson plan.”
“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.
“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”
One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.
It’s not that the idea of Stiles talking about him doesn’t make his stomach wrap itself in knots, it’s that it does just that. It makes him unbelievably uncomfortable and he doesn’t quite know why. He’s twenty seven years old, he pays taxes, he takes his mother out for lunch on Sundays; he is a grown up. But he’s getting weird butterflies when he glances over his shoulder to look at Stiles and a heat in his chest that feels something like what he supposes want must feel like.
Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head..
In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.
Of course Stiles saves the day when Derek gets struck by lightning - supernatural lightning, no less. It’s up to Stiles, the pack, and Deaton to figure out what new threat has descended on Beacon Hills.
Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills during the new moon in April.
"You don’t remember, anymore, where exactly you were when you found out that she was dead. You remember almost everything else about her dying, though." Stiles Stilinski has always been the person who will do what other people don’t want to. It’s hard, though, when your friends keep trying to protect you. Post-S2.
An AU where werewolves are given humans as pets called Companions, and a very begrudging Stiles is taken in by Derek Hale, much to both their displeasure. And then pleasure. Very, very sexual pleasure.
Stiles finally gets his big break while writing for The Beacon, the high school’s newspaper. His first (and probably only) chance at getting on the front page is to write an article about the captain of the lacrosse team, Derek Hale.
Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.
“FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that’s why he’s attracted to the pack at first, because it’s something that’s just his, not his twin’s too. But of course, Stiles’s twin gets bit and now he’s part of Derek’s pack, and Derek doesn’t snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES’S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.”
When you’re out for a run and you see a wolf in the woods, it’s probably best you don’t stick around, right? Your dad would hate that you hitchhiked, but he’d hate you getting mauled even more, you’re pretty sure. And if the dude that picks you up just happens to look like a Greek god, what of it? You’ll never see him again, anyway. Right?
When Scott ditches Stiles for Allison and the rest of the pack goes back to ignoring him as usual, Stiles decides to get a dog. A cat wouldn’t get along with the pack, but a puppy would have to, right? …Or not. Most definitely not. Who knew
Stiles hated this. He hated lying, he hated the secrecy and he was beginning to hate that he had to pretend he was fine when he felt like he was falling apart. Takes place just after Abomination.
Stiles does some research on pack dynamics.
To say that Stiles is having a bad day would be a gross understatement. As it is, he’s not sure how he ended up here, depending on Derek Hale of all people to save him - again. Takes place somewhere after 2.05.
The first bruise is from a playful shove delivered by Scott. It rests just underneath his last left rib, yellowing with time. The flesh there feels tender to his touch, even though it doesn’t outright hurt.When he takes his shirt off for lacrosse practice the first time after that he is self conscious. What if somebody notices? What if they bring it up? What if they tell his dad?
Lydia isn’t the only genius.
Stiles isn’t sure how a Pack is supposed to work, but he’s pretty sure that this this disorganized jumble of people and events doesn’t quite qualify. He has to hand it to Derek though, he keeps trying. And Stiles has never been one to stand quietly on the sidelines.
Stiles makes a move. Derek shoots him down. Viciously. Stiles runs away and gets himself kidnapped by a werewolf pack.
mute!Stiles AU Stiles has a special power. His voice makes people obey him. After realizing this power Stiles refuses to speak and is considered mute by the entire town. Occurs during the end of season 1.
Danny is not anybody’s gay yoda. He’d like to make that much clear.
"So," says Stiles, lips barely able to move against Derek’s shoulder. "This is a thing, huh? I don’t think we can deny that it’s a thing. A conspiracy. All supernatural beings want us to be trapped in enclosed spaces."
Stiles and Derek see their relationship in two very different ways.
Stiles’ senior year is nothing he could have imagined, but somehow everything he could have hoped for.
It’s the bruise on Stiles’ arm, like the curve of fingers, that makes Derek see red.
Derek wants Stiles in his pack, and begins to court him. Stiles and Scott freak out.
Derek steps away from the window. “You helped me. They took that as a declaration.”
Also known as, ‘The Life and Times of Stiles Stilinski.’“Stiles learns to compartmentalize and prioritize about two weeks after his mom dies.
The first thing Stiles thinks when he opens the door is that it’s not his birthday, but someone has sent him some kind of cop stripper.
AU. Alphas are like royalty and are offered their choice of any age eighteen-and-up virgin Omega for each year’s heat season, as a ‘thank-you’ to all they’ve done for their compounds throughout the year. Derek is an Alpha and…yeah, Stiles. Stiles is an Omega. And still a virgin. In every way. And he’s just turned eighteen. This…is not his day.
Stiles stands in front of his mirror, t-shirt in hand, staring at his pale chest. He twists, attempting to see it from every side, trying to analyze it like it belongs to someone else; if he thinks about how the lean limbs and gawky angles are his, he’ll lose himself in a tornado of self-hate. Which would be a waste of precious time.
Four times Stiles asked if Derek found him attractive, and the one time Derek actually answered.
During the summer, Stiles doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Stiles isn’t sure how a Pack is supposed to work, but he’s pretty sure that this this disorganized jumble of people and events doesn’t quite qualify. He has to hand it to Derek though, he keeps trying. And Stiles has never been one to stand quietly on the sidelines.
But most of all, above all else, Stiles is tired. Or the one where Stiles barges over to Derek’s place to vent, and Derek surprises Stiles in a way that he didn’t know was possible.
Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.
Stiles doesn’t know where he is, or what’s happening to him exactly, but all he knows is that Derek’s going to fuck up whoever did this to him. Or, the one where Stiles gets kidnapped by a Dijiin.
Stiles takes a silver bullet aimed at Derek. It’s all very strangely light hearted after that.
Stiles is good at compartmentalizing bad news. It’s partly a learned behavior, and partly because of his well practiced coping technique. It may not be the most emotionally healthy thing to do, but it gets him through the day.
Erica’s actions cause more than just an unexpected dumpster dive for Stiles; they land him in the hospital. This leads to the most uncomfortable hospital visit in the world.
Stiles and Lydia never should have become friends, for Derek’s sake.
Stiles is attacked, causing him to fall into a deep sleep, unable to wake up. The pack tries to help, but time is of the essence. Luckily for them, his attacker didn’t count on one thing: Stiles talks in his sleep.
It takes Derek a good twenty minutes to get back on his feet again.
He remembers nothing before the screeching metal, and the sharp pain burning itself through him.A story in which Derek growls, Stiles worries, Scott scratches his head and Jackson sulks.
Future fic set 10 years in the future. The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.
Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs, got serious, and is in progress.
Note: the Derek/Stiles is a very slow build.
He doesn’t know how he got here, how they got here, but he knows he wouldn’t give it up.
Derek gives Stiles his jacket.
Six events in Derek and Stiles’ life where Stiles does something to make Derek growl at him and they choke those around them with all of the UST. Then finally Derek explains to Stiles why he’s been acting like this.
Stiles may not be anyone’s idea of a knight in shining armor, but he’s got this saving the princess thing down
.…As long as no one tells Derek that he’s the princess in this metaphor
Derek begins. Stiles begins. And wild things must always have a king.
Stiles just wants to see if those stupid abs are real, okay? Because how are they even. So, without pausing to think of the potential consequences, he drops down to his knees and brushes his fingers over Derek’s abdomen.
(Wherein Stiles discovers that Derek’s weakness is belly rubs and is not afraid to take advantage of it.)
Turns out, Stiles doesn’t actually want to be pack. The pack promptly sets to fixing this.
Whenever Derek threw Stiles into walls, he always assumed that the teenager didn’t fight because he couldn’t. Not once did he consider the possibility that Stiles was holding back.
"I smell blood." Derek draws in a breath through his nose, frowning like it’s going out of style. "And ink and—" his voice trails off and his eyes widen slightly. "Let me see it," he demands, crossing the space between them and tugging at the hem of Stiles’s shirt.
Stiles finally gets the practical experience he’s been looking for. It’s safe to say it doesn’t happen even remotely the way he was expecting. AKA, pretend boyfriends! With a twist!
It’s not like Stiles spends a huge amount of time thinking about it. But when he does it seems strange, good strange, but strange nevertheless, he cant really put a finger on when they decided to become civil to each other let alone friends, best friends even.
Him…and Derek Hale. Can you imagine it?
Derek let his fork drop on the plate, “Have you ever picked up a guy at a bar only to have him cry all over you and then sleep in your bed and then make you breakfast the next morning as an apology for crying the night before?”
Laura looked like she was trying not to laugh, “Oh, honey. First of all, no, because I am a lesbian and I don’t pick up guys ever. Second of all, why did he start crying? Did he see the size of your dick and cry because it wasn’t big enough. Did it hurt your manly ego?”
"So I think we should date," said Stiles.
By the time senior year starts the Pack has faced their fair share of enemies, come together as a family and some have even found love. Too bad Stiles can’t remember any of it. Now it’s up to the Pack to help their fallen member recover his memories or risk losing Stiles completely. SLASH. PACK FIC.
Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC’s.
Derek had first met him in 1842, at a family friend’s ball, celebrating the only son’s coming of age.
(Werewolves are immortal in this fic.)
"Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."
Since age three, Stiles has been dreaming of Derek. When he was younger, he would always babble about Derek and draw pictures of them together, etc. but everyone just assumed that Derek was his imaginary friend. Stiles himself didn’t realize that Derek was a real person until he heard about the Hale fire but by that time, Derek and Laura had moved to New York.
Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.
Derek is in the cell for about ten minutes before the lone door opens and a new body is tossed in. The person hits the floor with a grunt, rolls, and stands as the door is clanging shut.
“That’s really not the way to treat a guest!”
A High School AU where there are no werewolves and no hunters. Stiles is getting ready for his senior year when he meets Derek at the coffee shop he works at.
When potions prodigy Stiles blows up one cauldron too many during one of his ‘experiments’, he gets assigned to making Wolfsbane Potion for the new groundskeeper. Which wouldn’t be so bad if the guy wasn’t you know, terrifying.
Stiles was human. Just that. Not a werewolf or a skilled archer, just human. After an encounter with omega werewolves, Derek vows to blossom the teen into a fighter. Yet other feelings start to blossom too. Will Derek’s over-protectiveness ruin their growing bond? Or will it be something else entirely?
Six PM on the dot, Stiles Stilinski was in his car heading home. Not to the little apartment he called home ever since he moved away from his hometown, the apartment where all he had was a plant and depressing sense that this is what was left of his life. He was driving back to Beacon Hills.
Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.
Stiles couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t have to hide bruises. That was a lie, though. He could remember, he just chose not to think about what life was like when his father was still alive. There was no use in living in the past, even though his life was a living hell.
In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.
Summer Camp AU! In which Derek is the Hot Camp Counselor and Stiles is the Awkward Camper who lusts after him from afar.
Stiles was all odd angles and squirming. He shoved words into spaces where they shouldn’t go. He stood his ground when he should have run. He helped and protected Derek and the pack without ever asking for anything in return. Derek found himself wanting a lot of things from Stiles that he hadn’t allowed himself to want from anyone in a long time, which made Stiles feel like a cliff that he was in danger of leaping off of.
"Do you know what just happened?" Peter asked, frowning. "Do you know what Derek did?"
"He dislocated my shoulder," Stiles snapped, but Peter just arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by that answer.
It’s six-thirty in the morning, but there are warm lights behind the floor-to-ceiling, de-boarded windows, and the ‘For Sale’ sign on the door has disappeared along with Stiles’ memory of where he’d been headed just moments before. The coffee shop is, apparently, open for business once more.
Stiles is pretty much a BAMF in all of these.
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.
Chris Argent never thought he would ever be invited to a werewolf pack meeting. Being kidnapped and held hostage? Sure. Being taken so they could torture him for information? Wouldn’t be the first time. But actually being invited in a more or less civil (or at least not hostile) manner? No chance in hell.
Nothing is ever just calm in Beacon Hills. No, something always has to go wrong, and this time, it’s Stiles’ turn in the spotlight. That doesn’t mean he has to like it.
Written for the prompt “Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, twitch” and then it just kind of exploded with feelings.
When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.
Derek’s not sure what to do because he’s never seen Stiles sick, and he’s never had the flu himself. He’s not even sure if he could name any symptoms of the flu—fever? Coughing? Nausea? How should he know? He’s a werewolf. They don’t have to put up with this crap.
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything seems to have fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured. Derek tries to put his pack back together, and that includes Stiles.
Stiles Stilinski met Derek Hale when he was 7 years old, after Derek helped him scare a bully away. They became the unlikeliest of friends, and it changed everything.
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.
"Mistletoe was often considered a pest that kills trees and devalues natural habitats, but was recently recognized as an ecological keystone species, an organism that has a disproportionately pervasive influence over its community. In Norse myth, an arrow made of mistletoe was the only thing that was able to kill the god Balder. The goddess Frigg had asked all other things to vow not to hurt Balder, but she had ignored the mistletoe because it seemed too small to be dangerous."
Derek is a glassblower on the hunt for new ideas. His assistant Scott has some artist friend named Stiles.
There’s a pattern Sheriff Stilinski just can’t ignore.
The one where Derek gets bitten by a lovebug and Stiles is the first person he lays eyes on. Hilarity ensues.
That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.
in which stiles is a cock tease
He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
What is it about Stiles’s bedroom that makes it like Grand Central Station for werewolf creepers? Between Derek’s lurking and Peter’s terrifying promises, Stiles can barely concentrate on saving all their asses from the next big crisis to hit Beacon Hills.
Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He’s cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there’s a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There’s so much blood around him he feels like he’s floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he’s in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he’s alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.
As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, “This is going to kill my dad.”
“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?”
Stiles realizes the perfect world he always wanted, wasn’t actually what he wanted at all.
Instead he’d be weeding city flower beds and mowing road shoulders and removing wasp nests—was he ever properly tested for a wasp allergy?
Sheriff Stilinski just shrugged and recommended he not get stung so they wouldn’t have to find out.
See, here’s the thing, Kate wasn’t always crazy. She knows this. She gets it. She owns it. Her Dad was a bit messed up and pressed his very fucked up ideas into her when he couldn’t get his claws -hah!- into Chris. But now she’s dead, she really gets it. So when the angel, or God, or judge, or whoever the fuck the being in front of those pearly white gates is, offers her a chance to do things over, to change things, she takes it. She doesn’t intend to stay in Beacon Hills for one second but something in her gut makes her stay. It’s her second week working when she meets Laura Hale and everything begins to fall into place.
In the middle of a conflict between an old hunting family and the Beacon Hills Hale pack, a witch comes along to stir things up even more and takes Stiles’ memories with her. Now Stiles thinks he’s two years younger, knows nothing about the werewolves or his dark and brooding boyfriend, and he only has a week to learn everything he can before he’s thrown into negotiations that will save lives. Throw that in with teenage hormones and a sexy werewolf staring you down… Things get complicated.
Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.
The one where Derek is like a box of Kix (or something).
This is what happened the night the Kanima struck at the pool. This is why Stiles really held Derek up and this is what happened when Scott got there two minutes later than a good friend should have.
Struggling writer Derek happens upon zombie expert Stiles by accident, learns about the undead, pines from not-quite afar, finishes a novel, and maybe finds his muse. It’s a busy month.
“You know, this is the third time you’ve saved me from drowning.”
Stiles’ expression turns fierce, challenging. “And I’d do it again. Whether you like it or not.”
Nice things begin to happen to Derek Hale and it kind of freaks him out.
So far, college has taught Stiles three things:
1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.
2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.
3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.
Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.
Stiles is totally ready for his life to stop being a horror movie and start being a romcom. This… isn’t exactly what he had in mind.
Senior Prom is coming up, and Stiles doesn’t have a date. Additionally, Derek has an unfurnished apartment, and no one to take him to IKEA.
We’re all shapeshifters. It happens rarely, and it happens for a reason. Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are. – Derek Hale, Season 2 Episode 5
“I didn’t shoot him if that’s what you’re worried about,” said Stiles’ dad. Then he smiled wryly. “Though I did push him against the wall and threaten to strangle him with my bare hands.”
Stiles gaped at his dad, because Derek…was Derek. And the Stilinski men weren’t exactly buff. They were built more slender and agile, though Stiles was still waiting for the agile part to kick in.
Stiles is the worst thing that could have happened to Derek. He hasn’t been wolfing out at inopportune moments since his teens, but only because he has a system in place. And this is where Stiles comes into play. Because he’s been messing with this system, and doesn’t even know. Also, there’s a wendigo.
Stiles has stopped saying “I love you.” Derek wants to know why.
When Stiles starts pulling down Derek’s burnt-out house, Derek finds himself letting him. He doesn’t know why.
Wherein Stiles and Derek are both broken and doing more damage might just be what they both need to move on.
In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)
On the cusp of actual, responsible adulthood with no ambitions to his name, Derek Hale (soon to be Derek Hale, Master of Physical Therapy) is faced with the dishearteningly underwhelming notion of his future. For his final winter break, Derek returns home to his family’s coffee shop where he spends the dry winter days filling aggravating orders for equally aggravating people and burning his hands with scalding milk.
It’s the last place on earth he expects to find a kindred spirit, but some twitchy kid named Stiles— with his simple order of one black coffee and a wry little grin— turns out to be just that.
There’s a unicorn in Beacon Hills. A fricken’ unicorn. In fricken’ Beacon Hills, California. And it turns out that unicorns aren’t drawn towards virgins in a happy-go-lucky let-me-lay-my-not-at-all-metaphorical-horn-in-your-lap way. No. They kill them. And guess who’s the only virgin idiotic enough to get sucked into the Beacon Hills supernatural scene? Stiles, that’s who.
Derek gets de-aged, physically *and* mentally, and immediately gravitates towards Stiles instead of his pack. Why? Because he can sense that everyone else (Scott, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, etc.) is a werewolf (or were-something, in Jackson’s case), and his family taught him not to trust unfamiliar weres when he was on his own. He can also sense that Allison’s a Hunter or connected to them somehow, (maybe she smells like wolfsbane? w/e). So Stiles ends up having to take care of him until he’s back to normal. In the meantime, bb!Derek gets very protective of Stiles, and adorable shenanigans ensue.
Peter needs his revenge. But for that, he can’t be under constant surveillance. And so he comes up with a plan to distract Derek and Stiles with each other. Things go as expected, and then they don’t.
AKA That one where Peter makes everyone’s lives a little better completely by accident.
In which Derek cares more than Stiles originally thought he did.
Or four times Derek sneaks Stiles gifts and the one time Stiles gets why (plus one).
“We have received confirmation that there is a hostage situation in progress at a warehouse compound two hours out of Los Angeles, following a multiple-vehicle pileup on Highway 101 this morning…”
The one in which Stiles has lived to (legal) adulthood and, along the way, become a bit of a badass himself.
Stiles has always had sort of a hero worship thing going on with Scott’s step-brother Derek so moving into a house with him freshman year was basically fulfilling a childhood fantasy. Discovering how Derek was putting himself through college, well that was a whole other fantasy that Stiles didn’t even know he had.
A college AU with strippers, crime bosses, and a mystery to solve.
Stiles’ boss is sending him to the Paris office for a few months. He speaks absolutely no French. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. As Stiles works hard to master a foreign language, everything begins to fall apart around him. Non-werewolf AU.
Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.
Stiles gets a massage. And then some.
Stiles drinks a vial of poison to keep it from being used on Derek and the pack. He dies briefly before Derek’s CPR skills bring him back. All seems normal until he begins to have visions of the past and future. While the pack struggles to find answers Stiles’ visions begin to suggest a future that he never thought possible while revealing a potential threat that could end it all before it begins.
"Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it." In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.
He’s watching TV over the edge of his laptop when Scott brings up the fact that he’s still a lonely loser in his third year of college without a boyfriend which, while being completely true, is really fucking unappreciated. It sparks a desperate need to save what little manhood Stiles has and, before he knows it, he’s blurting, “I totally have a boyfriend, dude. Shows how much you know.”
How was he supposed to know Scott would doubt him? It’s not Stiles’ fault that someone named Derek Hale really exists. It’s also not his fault when his lie grows legs and runs so far he can’t find it until it’s too late – too late and standing right in front of him, gorgeous and annoyed and not at all the person Stiles made him up to be.
Yeah, this could get bad.
"All I wanna know is… can you come a bit closer?"
A story in which Stiles goes to college and levels up his relationship with Derek—amongst other things.
"You’re a virgin," Jackson says. "Everyone says you’re a virgin." "Everyone but me," Stiles points out. More silence. Stiles thinks he can hear crickets chirping. "I’m kinda cold," he complains. "Well when were you not a virgin anymore?" Isaac asks, perplexed.
"Holy crap! Why the hell did you lie to incredibly powerful magical beings with trust issues? How was that Plan A?"
Derek says, “We’re not arguing about this, it’s already done.”
"Like hell we’re not fighting about this," Stiles says, indignant. "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking it was worth the risk if it kept you alive! And it worked, so drop it."
"You had no idea that it was going to work!" Stiles throws his hands up. Why is Derek the most frustrating werewolf in the history of ever, why is Stiles even helping him, why is this his life? "Why did they even believe you in the first place?"
Derek says, “You reeked of me,” which is unfair. Stiles only smelled because he’d gotten covered in Derek’s bodily fluids trying to staunch the bleeding.
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.
Of course it couldn’t be an ordinary cold snap. Of course there was something supernatural to it. That was just how things worked in Beacon Hills. (or five times Stiles was cold and one time he wasn’t.)
“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.”
Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.
Stiles is the best werewolf ever. fork in the road au.
Derek Hale is one half of indie duo Girls and the Dogs. He spent his late teens drinking and fucking his way around small clubs over the world, but now he is sober, sick of touring, and has rules. Or one rule at least. No hook ups on tour.
When the guy with the impossibly tight t-shirt who calls himself Stiles follows him back to his bus one night after a show in London, he’s in no danger of breaking his rules because as Stiles quite categorically states, he is straight. Right… good luck with that Derek…
“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.”
“There are worse ways to die.”
Stiles spends almost every night at Winston Diner. They have the best coffee he’s ever tasted, and free wifi. Of course, the only waiter ever on staff after eleven, Derek, was a piece of work. But maybe, underneath that chilly personality, Derek was the kind of person who Stiles didn’t mind spending every night with, after all
“I’m going to kill you Derek,” Stiles hissed instead, staring down at the bite mark on his dad’s shoulder. “I’m going to murder you, castrate you, put you to sleep, even!” Or, the one where the Sheriff gets attacked by the alpha’s, gets bitten by Derek, and consequently finally finds out about ‘the whole truth’. And Stiles is freaking pissed and secretly afraid like fuck, because hey, who isn’t a little bit damaged here?
His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was older than 21, but younger than 25. His dad was the sheriff and he was a student at Beacon Hills Community College. He came into the shop every couple days; always after three, but never past five. He always said hello to Laura, always bought one bouquet, and always spent five minutes trying to make Derek smile with as many puns as he could come up with by the time Derek handed him his receipt.
Derek may or may not be in love with him.
Little Red Riding Hood isn’t just one story. People are mistaken about that. Hell, Grimm wasn’t even original about it. The first guy to publish it was actually Charles Perrault, a french writer who wrote shit for the Louis XIV’s court. And damn, there was nothing subtle about it.
Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It’s up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he’s beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.
If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.
Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
The one where Stiles is at Oxford (with Lydia), works in a second-hand bookshop (also with Lydia), and meets Derek Hale, the Irish creeper who likes poetry and brooding
Jackson was probably - no, definitely- the worst roommate ever, and Stiles would do anything to get rid of him, even if that meant attempting to seduce Derek Hale. And Derek? He finds Stiles annoying at best. Plus, he hasn’t been into dating, not after the death of his family, but even if he was, he wouldn’t go for someone so irritating. Right?
It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.
Stiles finds himself working with Derek much more often than he’d like, or at least that’s what he tells himself. And in all honesty, he would be totally fine with it, if only Derek could learn what personal space meant.
The fives times that Derek accidentally touches Stiles’ ass, and the one time he does it totally on purpose.
Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it’s Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.
Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.
With the Alpha Pack closing in, Stiles is thrust into the center of an unusual three-way alliance between Hunters, werewolves, and little old him. Injecting himself between all sides in a war far beyond his skill has far reaching consequences for Stiles, but it might be just what he needs to gain the courage to get what he wants.
When Derek Hale arrives at the Beacon Hills Young Adult Rehabilitation Center, he plans on keeping his head down and serving the rest of his time in minimum security peace. Stiles Stilinski changes all of that.
stiles is an incredible songwriter
AND IS DEREK THE ROCKSTAR PERFORMING STILES’S LYRICS
Stiles’ life has been a roller-coaster filled with awesome highs and terrifying drops ever since his best friend Scott got bit by a werewolf. The ride hits a bump when a dead body turns up at the Hale house (again) and Derek’s only alibi is Stiles. Which would be fine, except that Stiles’ dad is the sheriff and has no idea his son has been hanging out with the former fugitive. Awkward.
And the whole damn complicated situation could have been avoided if he’d only shut the window.
Cop & Therapist AU. In which Derek has many issues and Stiles really wants to fix him. In a totally professional manner, okay?
The 15 year plan for Lydia was clearly the wrong way to go; Stiles won’t be making the same mistake with Derek. He decides to do his homework this time.
“This is Laura Hale calling. I have you booked at Lake Hale from September 16th - 18th, party of 6. I can assure you that our groundskeeper is up to the task. Previous visitors have reviewed his performance as being “suitably creepy” and “watch him, I think he really is a murderer.” Scripts have been sent to the email addresses you provided. We recommend that you keep the details of your murder private, to ensure the impact the events have on the rest of your party. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact me. I assure you, your friend won’t know what hit him. Metaphorically, of course. Welcome to Hale.”
“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that…that has Stiles interested.
Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’ tuition is coming from financial aid, so…
“How much,” Stiles asks. “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“
“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous. “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”
“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.
"For two years, Stiles had very much enjoyed his position as Guidance Counselor at his old college. The pay was all right, the students who came to see him were interesting, and his work was challenging and diverse. …Or so it used to be, before some guy named Professor Hale joined the staff."
AU in which guidance counselor Stiles has to deal with all the students crushing on the elusive and infuriating Professor Hale. This was meant to be a light-hearted winter fic, but some emotional angst slipped in here and there. Rated explicit because of graphic sex.
In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.
“Just fucking?” Peter pried, using that first word like a crowbar to get underneath Derek’s cryptic statement, flavoring it with insinuations that there was something more. Something else.
Derek responded with impatience. “Yes. It’s just fucking.”
Peter smirked knowingly and gave Derek a sideways glance. “Oh, I’d hardly call 354 text messages in one billing cycle just fucking.”
Derek’s lips formed a deep frown. “What would you call it, then?”
“I’d call it sexting,” Peter proposed.
Bodyguard!Derek can’t believe he’s required to endanger his life to assure the safety of rich/spastic/brat!Stiles who he hates with a passion
It’s like this dog has walked out of all of Stiles’ childhood dreams and into the real world just because Stiles wanted it hard enough. He is the most awesome dog ever, and Stiles and his new dog totally have a bond. A deep, unbreakable bond because this dog is his spirit animal, obviously. Now he just has to convince the dog of that.
If Stiles had had more than a second to think about it, he probably would have remembered that his spur of the moment ideas weren’t always his best ones.
“So?” Scott says.
“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”
The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”
“This is not funny, Scott.”
“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”
Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.
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.
Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.
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.
Stiles is a bartender and Derek is a former UFC fighter with three kids and enough emotional baggage to supply a year’s worth of drama on General Hospital.
When Derek was fifteen, circumstance and a goddamn doughnut had seen fit to Bond him to Stiles Stilinski.
It’s Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he’s got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples’ retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It’s the world’s most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
Derek Hale is the third baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Stiles doesn’t know why he has an apparent thing for third basemen and he has no clue why he’s even watching the Dodgers. He’s a Mets fan.
Punk rock star Derek Hale is irritated when his new roommate in rehab turns out to be squeaky-clean Stiles Stilinski, the drummer for the hottest boy band in the U.S. Not even his favorite gay romance novel can distract him from what follows. Rock star AU, angst and addictions, alpha!Derek, mates.
Stiles has just moved back home to start his new job; teaching Psychology at Beacon Hills High. Laura Hale is one of his colleagues and soon becomes a good friend. Stiles spends a lot of time at Laura’s place, and if Laura just so happens to live with her rather attractive (and somewhat fascinating) younger brother then Stiles isn’t going to complain, no siree.
Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn’t seen since high school but really doesn’t mind getting reacquainted with.
Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.
…I update this pretty frequently because I am an addict.
(ps.I started adding new fics to the top of the list instead of the bottom bc the new tumblr is being annoying to edit things )