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Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.
Or at least he is until Derek decides he’s moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.
Sooooo this is like 2 weeks late (lol oops I’m the worst) and I feel like I sort of rushed the ending but I really wanted to get something out there for you. I hope you enjoy it lovely! ❤
(Sorry I didn’t get any porn in there! And this is my first attempt at ABO so let’s hope all goes well.)
Sterek. 5.4k. T.
A/B/O Dynamics. College AU. Sorta heat fic.
Glasses!Derek. Alpha!Stiles and Omega!Derek.
Also using for the my ‘Free Choice’ square on my Teen Wolf BINGO Card!
The library was a quiet, modest place usually only occupied
by a few people at a time (except during exam weeks when every chair on campus
was filled with someone slowly sinking into sleep-deprived madness). Derek was
lucky to have gotten a job at one of the less popular ones on campus rather
than one the likes of Moffitt or Gardner. The Albert Claude Library of Biology
was considerably smaller and located on the outskirts of campus. Its limited
academic resources were enough to deter students if they managed to walk that
far out.
He didn’t even mind having to work night shifts.
Sometimes, Boyd or Isaac would come visit him (the only ones
who were actually awake at 2am), sitting behind the counter to watch him check
in books because, who else was there to get them in trouble? Derek didn’t
really have the energy to fight them on it. They were bound to win anyways.
Most nights he ended up alone, though. The quiet was
soothing and gave him plenty of time and space to work on his dissertation
whenever inspiration struck or mess around on the internet when it didn’t. A
student would show up here or there during his shift but they mostly ignored
him and shacked up at a table with their laptop and a big thermos of coffee to
be found asleep, drooling against their notebook at 6a.m. on Derek’s way out.
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Derek has let the boys in room 309 get away with a lot over the past semester, but this might finally test the limits of his patience.
The thing is, he’s not the most unreasonable Resident Advisor on campus. He knows he was a bit of a hardass last year, before he figured out how to balance the job with his overly ambitious course load. And he knows that the students who live on his floor are equally afraid of him as they are likely the ones behind the rumors that he’s a eunuch.
But he has a staunch ‘live and let live’ policy that most of them are too grateful for to complain about. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of their hijinks, and gets left alone in relative peace, he doesn’t care what they do. And he would, honestly, really rather not know the gory details of it all anyway.
It’s a philosophy not unlike the one Derek applies to his personal life, such as it is. Over the years, he’s found that his day-to-day existence runs a whole lot smoother if people just leave him the hell alone and let him return the favor by burying himself in his books and leaving them the hell alone right back.
The boys in room 309 are so far the only ones who have decided to actively push at the limitations of this system.
Violation after violation–from the time McCall harbored five different stray animals in there for an entire month, to the time Stilinski started charging random passersby for life advice with a cardboard “the doctor is in” sign on their door, and actually turned a not-insignificant profit because everyone thought he was collecting for charity–and Derek has let it all slide.
Not this time.
“Shut up,” he says the moment he reaches where Stiles is fidgeting in the hallway outside his locked dorm room.
Stiles scoffs. “Rude.”
“It’s one thirty in the morning on a Wednesday. I’m allowed.” He pulls his master key out of his pocket and makes to open the door, but Stiles leans forward with a small smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
“Come on, you know you love our little late night chats.”
God help Derek, he actually does. Secretly, very deep down, he kind of does. Or, well, he would, if they didn’t take place a handful of hours before his alarm is set to go off.
(Explicit, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf, 5.3k words, Complete)
Derek’s roommate is an asshole.
When he checks his phone after class, there’s a text message from Mike that just says, Going home for the weekend. Don’t let him have sex in my bed.
Derek snorts. Got it. One jizz-covered bed coming up. With bonus used condoms
The only response is an emoji finger flipping him off, so he tucks the phone back in his pocket and heads to his dorm.
Halfway there, his phone buzzes again, the long vibrations for an incoming call. He digs the phone out and accepts the call without really looking at the screen. “Hi, Mom.”
“Literally anybody could have been calling you from my phone,” his mother says, her voice amused.
“Only old people call,” Derek retorts, something in him relaxing at the sound of his mother’s voice. His alpha’s voice. Being three hours away for college has been great in some ways, but it does get lonely sometimes. “Cora would text me if she got your phone.”
He can practically hear her rolling her eyes and it almost makes him homesick. “Anyway. I was calling because Claudia said Stiles just left, so it’ll be a couple hours. One of you needs to text or call when he gets there so we don’t worry.”
“I know, Mom.” Derek tucks the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he pulls open the exterior door to his residence hall. “Don’t worry. I promise not to take him to an orgy or anything.”
“Hey, what happens at Berkeley stays at Berkeley,” his mother laughs. “I promise neither of us is going to ask any embarrassing questions about your weekend. We trust you.”
1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enrol 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.
“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”
Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too.
(Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he’s a student.)
People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.
Stiles doesn’t want to screw up his chances with Josh, so he does something he may regret: he goes to Derek Hale, Josh’s intimidating ex-boyfriend, for dating advice.
Things don’t go according to plan. But with a little magic (and werewolves) they might go all right.
Stiles is trying very hard to finish his final paper for his Advanced Human Sexuality course with Professor Derek Hale, but he has a major problem. He can’t stop thinking about banging his professor instead of actually writing his paper about sexual taboos like… students banging their professors.
Lydia’s advice to write down his thoughts is helpful… but dangerous in the hands of sleep-deprived Stiles when he forgets to remember two very important words before turning in his paper: DELETE ME
Or, In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…With the Same Person
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Stiles sees the flyer on his very last day at Beacon Hills High School. It’s hanging, unassuming, in the hall near the front entrance along with bulletins and other flyers, advertisements, posters for free student concerts, but the fact that the word “sex” is written in a font two times larger than the rest of the page catches his attention.
It’s an advice hotline for a whole range of things, from teenage angst to how to deal with your parents telling you you’re adopted and a whole mess in the middle. Stiles thinks it’s funny, though, that they offer advice on sexuality and sex education. It makes sense on the one hand, since high school sex ed does jack shit for actual learning, but anyone who really wants to know stuff has an infinite source of knowledge right on their phone—the internet.
He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”
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I wrote a tiny college au yesterday and then Artemis said she wanted more. So. Now it’s nearly 4k long. With mutual pining, and Derek trying desperately to woo a Stiles who refuses to believe he’s actually into him.
@MelvinSmarty: A (teen) wolf in sheep’s clothing?…or, not much clothing. @TylerL_Hoechlin on set in #MELVINSMARTY
I feel like this is definitely rich, frat boy/college sports star Derek Hale, who has just woken up to find his hook up from the previous night (STILES), freaking out about the fact that they slept together. Because they’ve known each other three years now and done NOTHING but argue in every class they share.
“Was this a joke?” Stiles says, hopping about on one foot as he tries to put a sock on. “Are you hazing me? Because I’m a junior. And I don’t want to join your stupid fraternity.”
“Yeah,” Derek says flatly. “I’m hazing you. That’s why you fucked me last night.”
“Yeah. Well. Your frilly pillowcases have LIMES on them.” Stiles says flailing at them wildly with his other sock.. “Forgive me for thinking that this can’t be real.”
Derek huffs out a sigh. “Will you please just come back to bed?”
Stiles pauses. Gloriously naked, except for one socked foot. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“Because. We hate each other.”
“Wait. You hate me?”
“Okay.” Stiles puffs out his cheeks and blows out a sigh. His cheeks are faintly pink. “I don’t hate you. But you definitely hate me.”
Derek arches an eyebrow. Bemused. “You think I hate you.”
“We disagree about everything. EVERYTHING. All the time.”
“Healthy debate is good for relationships.” Derek says and Stiles snorts. “Stilinski, I’ve been trying to ask you out for months.”
“No–”
“I bought you tickets to comic con. I dedicated our victory against Arizona State to you.”
“Yeah,” Stiles sputters. “Ironically.”
Derek throws up his hands in frustration. “We have so much chemistry. And you’re funny and loyal, and, up until about two minutes ago, I would’ve said you were smart. Why wouldn’t I like you?”
“Oh god.” Stiles closes his eyes, jaw ticking furiously.
“Stiles?”
He holds up a hand. Eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our Freshman year.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles spits. He sounds beyond pissed. “Fuck.” He pounces on top of Derek, arms caging in him. “You are unbelievable. We’re both idiots.”
“Mainly you,” Derek says, and tugs him in for a fierce kiss. They don’t get out of bed for the rest of the day.
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Here you go, sweetheart. I am so sorry it’s a day late and I hope you are feeling better. My door is always open to you if you need to talk. Also a big thank you to @crossroadswrite for being the most helpful of betas ever to beta.
Stiles thumps his
head on the desk for the fifth time in twenty minutes.
Go to the library, Scott had
said.
You’ll get so much done, he said. The
liar.
Allison and Kira are coming over and- and Stiles is officially moving Scott from his top bros list.
Being sexiled is one thing, but to be exiled? For platonic reasons? From his own apartment?
Where there is popcorn and a Dexter marathon waiting for him? Nope. Scott
is officially out. Not that Stiles actually has anyone else on his
bro list, but he could. One day. Starting now. Maybe.
Sighing a little more dramatically than is probably necessary – if
the dirty looks he gets in return are anything to go by – he looks around for
something to entertain him.
Vaguely, he is aware his anthropology notes are still sitting
there, vying for his attention in that kind of pick me, pick me! way in what he imagines Hermione Granger would
look like if she were a notebook and not a person. Well, fictional character,
unless you make an argument for Emma Watson, but that’s beside the point.
No, the point is he wants fun,a life, to go crazy,
and as much as he loves – he squints back at his notes – post-structuralism, it’s
just not going to cut it tonight.
Scanning the room, he looks at the different types of people.
It would be nice to make a new friend, he thinks – or so his dad
tells him – and what better way to make a friend than at the library? That’s a
type of friend, right? The “library friend”. They’re easy enough to make. That
person you always meet up with to go for coffee, crashing at their place,
helping each other study, making flash cards.
Stiles could see himself in that kind of friendship. He’d ace the
flash cards. Flash cards are his thing, his buddy, his pal. Maybe he
should put flash cards on his bro list.
“And maybe you should stop drinking so much caffeine,”
someone angrily comments behind him.
Spinning in his chair, Stiles opens his mouth, ready to argue –
because hello, rude – but promptly shuts it again because hello, wet dream.
Wet Dream is currently
scowling at him, making his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose. It’s
adorable and Stiles doesn’t know whether to ask for this guy’s hand in marriage
right here and now or buy him coffee first.
“Do you generally like to annoy people by talking out loud, or is
this just my lucky night?”
Not that Stiles expects a positive answer to either of those
questions, but a guy can dream. If Lydia Martin taught him one thing in high
school, it’s that a guy can certainly, most definitely, dream.
“Are you generally this sexy, or is this just my lucky
night?”
Derek can’t believe he’s actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.
Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.
In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.
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