I NEED A FCKN 10K FIC OF THIS PLS
it’s not exactly 10k, but it’s a little something 😉
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“C’mon, cap, get your head in the game!”
Derek groaned loud and long and punched Boyd in the shoulder. Boyd just laughed.
“Man, you did not just quote High School Musical at me,” Derek said.
“Well, if you weren’t too busy pining to see the ball—” The ball in question smacked into Derek’s chest, thrown his way by the smirking Isaac always at Boyd’s shoulder. “—maybe I wouldn’t have to.”
Derek threw the ball back to Isaac with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m not pining.”
Tag: fic rec
Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!) So he gets a part-time job as a grocery bagger or something, because he is young and most places won’t hire him halfway through the year. And he works after school to bring in a few bucks so that Laura’s eyes won’t be quite so pinched now that she has gotten her GED and began working to make ends meet for them in a very expensive city. After work, she then spends sometimes hours on the phone and emailing lawyers who are still trying to get all of the paperwork straight. So yeah, Derek works to help Laura.
But then some lady at the store gives him that look. Like Kate. Her eyes are interested, and her grin is predatory, and he just knows she wants him. So he thinks to himself if he initiates it, maybe it won’t leave him feeling so wrong. So he does. And it becomes a thing. He flirts with anyone who shows him interest as he bags their groceries and “helps them to their car” even though they never need help.
From there maybe it just becomes a way of survival. As he gets older, it seems like more women want to sleep with him. He’s filling out, thanks to all of the runs he’s going on after work and thanks to the workouts he’s pushing his body through every morning. Because he has to be strong enough. He has to be bigger. He doesn’t want anyone to think they can hold him down or force him.
He learns how to play the game. One day he mentions something about that to a coworker (now working at a bar mixing drinks because someone had once told him he would make great money in tips) but his coworker didn’t think of sex as a game. Derek knew better. Maybe it wasn’t for some people, but he would never be able to trust someone in that way again, so he had to strike first before an opponent could.
One day a man at the bar looks at him just right, and Derek just thinks Oh. He’s never focused on men before, but he’s noticed them in passing. So he goes to the guy’s apartment after his shift and they sleep together. Derek pretends he’s done this before, even though he’s mostly relying on his sense of smell and hearing to tell if the guy is into different things he tries. And after that, Derek flirts with anyone he feels he has to.
So fast forward to Stiles. Stiles who is home from college after his second year has finished to make room for summer break. Stiles who means so much and is so good even when he’s an asshole. Stiles who leans in one day after a pack dinner, when he and Derek have finished cleaning up after everyone else has gone home. Stiles kisses him gently, at first, almost hesitantly. But when Derek doesn’t push him away, he presses in more firmly and suddenly Derek realizes where this is going to go. And it kind of makes him sad.
He lets Stiles slip his shirt off and push him back onto his bed. Stiles crawls on top of him and Derek begins pulling their hips together in a slow and sinuous way. But Stiles doesn’t react like any man Derek’s been with before–which really shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Yes, Stiles lets out a little moan, but it doesn’t break Stiles away from Derek’s mouth, where his tongue is doing things to Derek that he can’t explain. And his hands after trapping Derek’s face, but not like he’s trying to contain Derek, more like he’s holding something precious. His thumbs keep swiping across Derek’s eyebrows, like he’s memorizing their shape.
My Boss’ Son
So I uh…wrote fic. This is the first thing I’ve finished in a while. Just a quick thing I wrote while at work. It’s unbeta’d with no reread because I didn’t want to give myself a chance to hate it.
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Stiles liked his boss. He knew a lot of people didn’t like theirs, and he knew he was lucky. Talia Hale was beautiful, and could be pretty tough if you didn’t do your job, but Stiles loved what he did too.
Network administration wasn’t for everyone, but Stiles saw doing it for a rapidly growing business as a challenge. The pay was nothing to sneeze at either. At this rate, his student loans would be paid off in half the time, and Talia always listened if Stiles needed something. Especially new equipment.
The only problem with Talia was that she kept trying to set him up with her son.
And suddenly there were 400
Seriously though, it was like three days ago tops when I announced 300. I swear you’re just trying to squeeze celebratory fics out of me …
“You’re so fucking stubborn!” Stiles shouts in exasperation, running his hands through already messy hair. They had been at it for at least twenty minutes now, arguing because Derek didn’t want to go to Lydia’s engagement party. He didn’t want to, knowing Lydia would be inviting everyone and their mother who had anything to do with her and Parrish. It would be too many people, too much noise and he simply didn’t want to if she was going to hold a pack-only version the week after. Stiles said he should go out of duty as her Alpha.
“No, you just won’t let it go,” Derek growls, fists clenched in his lap so his claws don’t rip up the couch again. Although, last time, it was under much more fun circumstances.
It wasn’t uncommon for them to argue. It ranged from small skirmishes that end in mumbled apologies to bigger blow outs that ended in mutually satisfying hate sex that Stiles seemed to enjoy enough to start shit for (and Derek plays along because he loves his boyfriend and absolutely not because he likes it, too). The fights could rarely be called fights because it just was never really that heated.
Derek’s nose wanted to shrivel up and die with the anger Stiles’ scent was boiling in and his wolf howled with such an unhappy mate. Even as his human mind wanted to throw something at a wall with how angry he was, his wolf prowled in distress and he wasn’t sure if that was annoying or reassuring.
“News flash, buddy, you can’t be a hermit,” Stiles spits and Derek growl increases in volume in response. He may grumble about ‘big guy’ and snap his teeth as Stiles giggles about ‘sourwolf’, but he absolutely despised ‘buddy’. It only ever came out when Stiles was pissed and his sarcasm grew teeth that he intended to shred whoever his opponent was.
“I’m not a hermit, I go out. We go out,” Derek snaps back, eyes tracking as Stiles paces in front of where he sits on the couch. The line of his shoulders is stiff and the soft skin of his cheeks is blotched red.
“Yes, thank you, you’re dating me, but that doesn’t count as social interaction.”
“Why not?”
“Because! You need more people in your life besides me and the pack! You can’t have just me forever!” Stiles shouts, throwing his arms up obviously trying to dispel the anger that seems to build in his joints when he gets worked up. Derek just scoffs as he gets up and retreats to their kitchen.
He stops right there, even as Stiles continues his angry rant in the other room behind him. He pauses in the middle of their kitchen with the backsplash Stiles chose after weeks of debating it over and the cabinets Derek bled over while he installed them (staple guns were dangerous, damnit). Down the hall was a movie room that Stiles insisted on because pack movie nights were always going to be a thing. Upstairs and to the left was the master bedroom where their scents were so soaked into the very frame work, there was no way to tear apart Derek’s from Stiles’. This was their home, their pack, their life.
Derek turned around, eyes wide but unflinching as he walked back to where Stiles was still ranting and pacing. He’s still seething, and Derek can relate. He still wants to throw Stiles onto the couch and pin him there in full shift for a week until Lydia’s party has past. Instead he stops a few feet away and opens his mouth.
“Marry me.” Stiles stumbles where he’s wearing a divot into the carpet, dropping off mid-sentence to turn his head and stare open mouthed.
Feral States and Spellwork
Themes: Magic Stiles; Feral Derek
Rating: T
“We’ve got another one,” Scott says in greeting as he approaches Stiles’ desk. His mouth is turned down in a frown.
The update makes Stiles lean back in his chair with a heavy sigh. When he got to work that morning, he had been hoping that he was going to have an easy day. He should have known better. “Where are they?”
His best friend makes a vague gesture and replies, “Allison got him into one of the holding cells out back.” His shifts from foot to foot, a tell that he’s anxious. Stiles picks up on it immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
His fingers tap an unsteady rhythm on the surface of the desk. “It’s not good, Stiles. This one, he’s really gone. There’s hardly any awareness in his gaze. He nearly ripped Jackson’s arm off.”
Stiles gets to his feet, having heard enough. “Alright, let’s go have a look.” Already the tattoos on his arms are humming with energy, ready to help in whatever at they can.
But Scott reaches out and grabs his elbow. “Stiles, there’s something else. He’s an alpha.”
I NEED A FCKN 10K FIC OF THIS PLS
it’s not exactly 10k, but it’s a little something 😉
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“C’mon, cap, get your head in the game!”
Derek groaned loud and long and punched Boyd in the shoulder. Boyd just laughed.
“Man, you did not just quote High School Musical at me,” Derek said.
“Well, if you weren’t too busy pining to see the ball—” The ball in question smacked into Derek’s chest, thrown his way by the smirking Isaac always at Boyd’s shoulder. “—maybe I wouldn’t have to.”
Derek threw the ball back to Isaac with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m not pining.”
“Prom
was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and
compete over a stupid title.”“Uh
–” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”Cora
huffs. “Whatever.”In
the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells.
“Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five
years to go to her own prom.”“I’m
not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know
why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how
to have fun.”Derek
raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.”
Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns
into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to
wipe at her eyes. “I’m so
proud.”“You
two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just
going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he
gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either
of you.”“You
are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the
stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying
to dance!”“Can’t
hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready
to prom!”Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”
Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself
just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone,
collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”“Yo,”
Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”“Listening
to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start
complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you
go to prom, you’re thirteen!’.
“I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”Stiles
laughs. “She’s not that
good.”“If
you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses
himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he
intended.It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since
they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned
eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t
find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even
taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.He’s
never taught Derek that.Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs
pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go
out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up
with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t
know how to share Stiles.Because
Stiles is his.
Learning Curve
Summary: Stiles likes being Cora’s roommate, but he’s pretty
sure her brother is hitting on him.Notes: Inspired by this post. I’m not really into the sugar
daddy thing, so I went a different direction with this. (On AO3)
Stiles is sitting at a picnic table in the shade, trying to
get some studying done, when he hears someone calling his name. He looks up
just in time to see Scott grin and say, “Hey, man!” as he sits down across from
him.Stiles smiles and shuts his book, eager for the chance to
take a break.“So, how’s it going?” Scott asks, leaning his arms on the
table like he’s ready to settle in. “I know you were sad about having to move
in with someone new, after I started living with Allison. So what’s it like,
being roommates with Cora?”
Staying
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 678
Fluff, Established Relationship, Fluff without Plot, POV Stiles
♥
Read on AO3Stiles wants to cry. This is not what he’d planned. Fuck! He’s
ruined the weekend before it well and truly starts. He tightens his arms and
legs around Derek, feeling like a koala clinging to Derek’s back, then buries his face in Derek’s hair and inhales. Derek tightens
his grip on Stiles’ legs in response, his hands
large and warm beneath Stiles’
thighs. Actually, this isn’t so bad.‘Does it
hurt?’ Derek asks. He turns his
head a little. His stubble scrapes against Stiles’ cheek.
‘I still think we should’ve gone back.’Stiles rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to Derek’s cheek. ‘We’re
almost there. Just keep following the path.’Derek opens his mouth to protest, again, but decides to
keep walking instead. They really are almost there. The slightly curved path
they’re on straightens out after
another minute of walking, and the trees open up, revealing a small glade with
a creek gurgling softly at the far end. The grass is bright green, dotted with
buttercups and forget-me-nots. The air smells fresh and clean. The sunlight
streams into the open space in a way that makes all the colours brighter and shine
like precious stones. It’s like
something out of a dream.‘Wow,’ they breath out at the same time.
Derek walks to the middle of the glade, sets the backpack
with food down, then gently lowers himself to the ground with Stiles still on his
back. Stiles lets go, a little reluctantly, and they sit side by side for a
minute, just looking around. Stiles didn’t think
there was anything that came close to the beauty of Derek’s eyes. Guess he was wrong, though
Derek’s eyes still win.‘I
should take a look at your ankle,’ Derek says.
He tears his eyes away from the scenery and starts unlacing Stiles’ boot.Half an hour into their hike, Stiles tripped and twisted
his ankle. Derek wanted to go back, make sure it wasn’t sprained or broken, but since they were already halfway
to their destination, Stiles insisted they keep moving. Stiles went on Derek’s back, and their food and picnic
blanket on Derek’s front. Thank heaven for
strong, built, werewolf husbands.The boot slides easily off Stiles foot, and they both
breathe a sigh of relief.‘I told
you it wasn’t that bad,’ Stiles says.‘You also
said that when you got shot in the leg,’ Derek
points out. He removes Stiles’ sock
and gently starts probing and moving Stiles’ foot.
It’s a little sore, but it doesn’t really hurt.‘Nothing
a little rest won’t cure,’ Stiles grins.‘I’m gonna have to carry you back, aren’t I?’
‘But you
won’t have to carry the food.’‘Because
you’ll have eaten it all.’ Derek looks pointedly at the
sandwich Stiles is already stuffing into his mouth.‘You
love me,’ Stiles grins, bits of
sandwich falling out of his mouth.‘It’s why I married you,’ Derek agrees. His eyes go soft and
he lifts Stiles’ foot to press a kiss to his
ankle.Stiles’
insides melt, making it hard to swallow his food.They spend the entire afternoon in the little glade. They
eat their lunches, then rest their feet in the little creek. The water is cold,
but not freezing, and it tickles between Stiles’ toes,
making him squirm and giggle. They lie in the sun, talking about everything and
nothing, Stiles’ head pillowed on the folded
picnic blanket, Derek’s head
pillowed on Stiles’ stomach.‘We
should move here,’ Stiles says. His fingers
scratch against Derek’s
scalp, just the way he knows Derek’s likes
it.‘Hmm?’
‘I don’t wanna leave, so there’s no choice but to move in.’
‘Pretty
sure the park owns this.’‘You
could buy it for me,’ Stiles
suggests.‘Buy it
yourself. ‘S your money too.’They stay like that until the shadows of the trees reach
Derek’s legs. Reluctantly, they
pack everything up and pull on their socks and shoes again. Stiles tries his
ankle. If he exaggerates the pain a little so Derek will give him another
piggyback ride, who can blame him?
STEREK AND #15. And a kiss maybe.
Thank you for the prompt! This probably isn’t exactly what you had in mind, but I hope
you like it! (On AO3)
Stiles has a long history of hanging out in this hospital.
He’d practically lived in the waiting room when Lydia had gotten very sick
sophomore year, with Jackson right beside him, pretending he wasn’t scared. And
he’d been there pretty often junior year, when Danny had his appendix removed,
followed by the time his dad had been stabbed on the job.So being here now is practically routine to Stiles.
Everything is almost comfortingly familiar, from the terrible cafeteria food to
the pervasive antiseptic smell.
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