Tag: librarian!derek

Sterek AU where Stiles is on the verge movie star and Derek is the quiet librarian who doesn’t recognize him.

areiton:

OHhh I love this ok, because mistaken identity is one of my favorite things.

1 Stiles is a little overwhelmed, ok. He didn’t mean to become the Next Big Thing. All he wanted was to make enough money with his shitty YouTube channel to keep the lights on and his dad in PT.

But then, fame happened and he has no fucking clue what to do with it, with all the people who want his attention and the mountain of scripts growing in his dad’s garage.

He doesn’t even have time to read books anymore, and that right there is the true travesty of his upturn in fame, if he’s honest.

2 Still. He’s got the lights on, and his dad has the best fucking care, and he gets to go really cool places. It’s when he’s in said really cool place, filming a movie that is either going to be Oscar bait or THE summer blockbuster (Stiles really didn’t pay attention) that he finds a library.

3 And in the library he finds the prettiest, grumpiest librarian he’s ever seen. Maybe just the prettiest, grumpiest PERSON he’s ever seen and he’s filming with Gal Gadot. Stiles quickly decides that the library is his new favorite place.

The books are nice too.

4 It takes him four trips to realize Derek (pretty grumpy book boy is named Derek, glares when Stiles brings him coffee and reads books to little kids in a soft, excited tone that makes Stiles want to melt, it’s adorable) has no freaking clue who he is.

It’s the first time since his second movie that Stiles wasn’t immediately recognized, and he knows he’ll have to tell Derek eventually, but he doesn’t want to–he wants to be a normal dude with a book, arguing with a  pretty boy about the Lord of the Rings  movie adaptations and being utterly charmed by the way Derek flushes when he slides new books across the counter to him, mumbling, “I saved it for you.”

5 They start texting when Stiles has to spend a week at a remote location doing night shoots, and the light flirting they’ve been doing takes a turn for the sexy. Stiles spends his time elated that this beautiful, sweet guy–he volunteers to bottle feed kittens and his landlord made him stop fostering pets because he adopted four–wants to spend time with him and terrified that Derek is going to realize who he is before Stiles tells him.

6 As soon as he gets back to town, even though he’s exhausted and still covered in fake blood and he’s due on set in three hours–he begs Derek to meet him, stumbles into the all night cafe wide eyed and almost hyperventilating and announces, “I’m a movie star, I don’t even know how it happend, and I should have told you but you didn’t know who I was I wanted you to like me I’m so sorry for lying.”

7 Derek gives him a smile Stiles really likes, fond and exasperated and amused, and says, “I knew who you were when you came in, Stiles. You just didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I didn’t.”

Stiles falls into his seat and gapes at Derek. “How?”

Derek snorts, “You came to the library with Gal Gadot. You weren’t subtle.”

Stiles kind of sputters about that because he’d forgotten she’d been there–but Derek just rolls his eyes, and leans across the table and kisses him. He’s blushing when he pulls back, but firm when he says, “Shut up and drink your milkshake. I’ll drive you to set.”

halffizzbin:

yes so this is apparently an entirely different nerd!Derek AU from the one I’ve already written shhhh shhhhhhhh just let it happen.

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“Okay,” Stiles says to himself, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet to psych himself up. “It’s game time. Top of the ninth. Now or never. Fortune favors the brave. Faint heart never won—”

“Fucking hell,” Lydia groans, slamming her book down onto the table. “If you don’t at least ask Hot Librarian for his name this time, I’m going to have sex with him out of sheer spite.”

Stiles gasps. “You wouldn’t.” 

“Watch me.”

“This is the love of my life! The potential love of my life,” Stiles corrects when Lydia gives him a look.

“Yes, be sure to lead with that,” she says, going back to her reading. “He won’t find that creepy at all.”

“Shhh, no talking,” Stiles says venomously as he backs away from their table. “We’re in a library.” 

Someone clears their throat pointedly behind him, and Stiles turns around slowly to find that he’s backed all the way into the circulation desk. Hot Librarian’s desk.

“Hello, librarian,” Stiles says, actually waving at him. It’s the single most awkward two seconds of his life; he’s actually kind of impressed with himself.

“Derek,” says Hot Librarian, and then lowers his gaze to his lap again. His eyelashes are ridiculous.

“Derek,” Stiles repeats, and he hopes he doesn’t sound too much like he’s planning on writing that name in his notebook with little hearts drawn around it. He leans on the desk, determined to plant here until he manages to form a coherent sentence, or until Derek tells him to leave. Whichever comes first.

As soon as Stiles leans in, though, Derek jumps and tries to jerk something out of his lap. “Shit,” Derek says softly, and Stiles’ pulse jumps because he likes the way Derek curses, apparently.

“Whatcha got there?” Stiles goes up on his toes, leaning further over. “Looks like—are you sewing?”

“It’s a slow day,” Derek says, defensive. “And I like this cardigan.”

“Me too,” Stiles says, recognizing it. “The argyle is a little much, but your shoulders look awesome in it.”

“Wha—ow,” Derek says, pulling the needle out of the pad of his thumb. “Fuck.”

Stiles shudders. He wants to hear Derek say that all night long. “I gotta ask you something.”

“Okay, just…” Derek tries to lift the cardigan off his lap, only to find that the stitches go right through to his jeans. He heaves a huge, resigned sigh, as if this is a common occurrence. Stiles is absolutely in love.

“Once you pull those stitches out and close up for the night, can I buy you dinner?” 

Derek abruptly stops tugging at the thread and looks up at him slowly. “Seriously?”

“Okay, well,” Stiles says, heart sinking as he starts to retreat. “It was worth a shot.”

“No. Yes. I mean, Stiles. Yes.”

“Yes?” Stiles beams. “Okay, yes. Wait. How did you know my name?”

“It’s on your library card.”

Stiles gapes. “You memorize all the patron’s names?” 

Derek’s eyes go shifty. “No.”

“Holy god, I am gonna date you so hard,” Stiles breathes, and Derek chokes on his next  breath and accidentally rips a bigger hole in the cardigan.

dylanships:

Teen Wolf AU: Derek is a librarian, and Stiles is the mythology student always coming in to ask for books.

“I really think you won’t ever get an award for the best customer service.”

“Unfortunately, I haven’t managed to scare you away yet.”

“Rude.”

a-mountain-ash:

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Stiles loved books with a passion. He craved the information in their pages and read the plots unfolding with rapt attention. What he didn’t love was putting them back on the shelf because the Dewey Decimal system was boring and patrons never put the books back in the right places and honestly the BISAC system was just better. Apparently he accidentally said so out loud because suddenly a teasing voice sounded from out of nowhere.

“Then you should have worked in a bookstore.”

It took Stiles a moment to locate the owner of the voice, and when he did so, he pulled a book from the shelf and looked across to find his co-worker Derek.

“Excuse me?”

“If you like the BISAC so much you should have applied to bookstores.”

Stiles stared at Derek’s sparkling, pale green eyes for a few moments too long before he realized he should respond.

“But I like this library. My love of this library overshadows my distaste for Mr. Dewey here.” Truth be told, Stiles liked Derek. Or thought he did. He’d actually noticed Derek on a book run one day and decided to add the library to his list of jobs apps and they’d been the first to offer him an interview. It was simply felicitous that Derek had ended up being as adorable on the inside as he was hot on the out.

Derek simply lifted his eyebrows in amusement and shot a smile that set Stiles’s stomach bubbling with warmth.

“Do you really?”

“Yes!” Replied Stiles with mock consternation. “What makes you ask that?”

“Just that I’d never seen you here until the day you asked for an application.”

A flush crept up Stiles’s cheeks and he ducked to grab more books in order to hide it.

“I, uh, didn’t think you’d remember me.”

“You’re hard to forget.” Then he chuckled. “There was also that bit when you very enthusiastically encouraged me to put together a queer lit section.”

“Too obvious?” Stiles asked sheepishly, not sure if Derek was flirting or shutting him down.

“Obvious enough.” He smiled secretively and made a come-hither gesture. Stiles skipped around the shelf, heart rabbiting in his chest, to find a small display table laid out neatly with what was probably every queer novel in the place. Stiles looked over the covers of them all for a few moments before he noticed something and his eyes widened a little. The books on the lower shelves were placed at random but the books on top were not. It took him a minute to puzzle it out until he realized the first letter of each title spelled ‘Go on a date with me.” Derek had even drawn out a question mark and placed it after the last book.

“Are you serious??” Stiles exclaimed, forgetting library rules momentarily. “Of course I will! How long did this take you to put together?“

Derek stared shyly at his feet but it didn’t hide the wide smile he was sporting. “Quite a while. They’re all over the place.”

Stiles smiled mischievously at the older man. “Wouldn’t have taken so long if we used the BISAC system.” Derek’s smile turned to a playful scowl and Stiles just winked at him conspiratorially. “Pick me up at 6?”