Sorry for missing the regularly scheduled fic rec last week, I was too busy being emotionally compromised by Check, Please! But that just means that this one is a little longer for you guys š Ā Have a great weekend!
Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derekās chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.
āUh.ā Derek couldnāt look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didnāt know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.
She seemed fascinated with Derekās beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derekās cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. āGood wuff.ā
Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?ā¦
āCJ!ā The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. āYou scared the heā heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering ā Derek?ā
The three most unexpected and awkward conversations of Stilesā life happened over three long years and led directly to here. And here is really a place he likes to be. So. Awkward, in Stilesā biased opinion, really isnāt so bad. Particularly when associated with Derek, Laura, and her bizarre plans for pack fulfillment.
When Sheriff Stilinski misinterprets a friendly lunch between Lydia and Derek, he confronts Derek without telling Stiles. His sonās happiness and long-term relationship with Lydia is important to him, and he tells Derek to back off Lydia for Stilesā sake. You know what they say about good intentions.
His plan to protect his son backfires in a way none of them saw coming.
Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.
He just didnāt have the tan.
(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)
āHi,ā comes his voice, a little muted from the distance between them and the foliage blocking some of its passage.
Derek swallows, palms his face for a second, and says the absolute very first thing that comes to mind, like word vomit. āI have your shoe.ā Itās so stupid ā itās not even on topic, but what else is he supposed to say to the kid he found passed out on his balcony a few days ago?
Thereās a shuffling from above him, and the branch heās sitting on creaks. Like itās about to snap at any second. āCan you do me a big favor?ā He pauses for a moment, furrowing his brow. āA bigger favor than holding onto my shoe for me.ā A second pause. āAnd a bigger favor than not calling the police on me.ā
Seeing no other options in front of him, feeling like heās suddenly being taken on the ride of his life, Derek nods yes.
Stiles is known as the tattooed reference Librarian, the somewhat reluctant crush of most teenagers in Beacon Hills and the son of the Sheriff. Derek is the new Deputy in town who has a history of heartbreak. Will Stilesā persistence pay off to help him get Derek to trust him and will Derek finally admit to himself that not everyone looks at him and sees a pretty face?
Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. Itās probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time
When Derek left Beacon Hills, finally ripping the tether free and remembering how to breathe, how to live again, it was Stiles who came after him. Stiles, who showed up at his door with blazing eyes, looking like he wanted to punch him in the face, but wrapping his arms around him instead, making him grunt in surprise at the raw strength of his embrace.
āYou asshole,ā Stiles said, slapping him heartily on the back as he extricated himself, his voice rough under his bright smile. āYou couldnāt have made yourself harder to find, could you?ā
Derek Hale doesnāt do friends, not after the fire that claimed his entire family and landed him in foster care. He just wants to graduate and get on with his life. But Laura always said he was a bleeding heart and thatās how he ends up with Erica Reyes as his best friend after he helps her through a seizure one day.
Ericaās not content with being the loser epileptic anymore, not now that sheās Derekās friend. She intends to become the uncrowned queen of the school because running things from behind the scenes is always fun.
Add in Stiles Stilinski, the guy Derek canāt help but notice and help with some bully trouble.
And how the hell did Erica talk him into taking Isaac Lahey under his wing?
With Derek out wooing himself a prime pack mate, faeries figure out that Beacon Hills is the top stop to frolic. Things only gets worse when Stiles tries to help. Apparently even the fair folk have heard of the Spark of Beacon Hills, the emissary and now they wish to give him a gift.
Being the opener for Blue Pagan was only the beginning for Marked & Bitten frontman Stiles Stilinski. Falling for their violinist, though, felt something more like the beginning of something greater.
Derek has a new neighbor who wonāt stop looking.
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āYouāre blind,ā Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.
āThanks for the memo, genius,ā the kid said acidly. āI can still fucking defend myself, so donāt take another damn step.ā
āFuck, Iā¦Iām sorry,ā Derek stuttered.
āWhat?!ā The kidās brow crinkled. āI mean ā what?! Youāre fucking sorry!?ā His lips thinned into a harsh line. āWhat, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where youāre discovering the error of your ways because you donāt want to rob a blind person?! Thatās fucking condescending, man. Iāll have you know that āā
āJust, wait.ā Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. āThis is ā itās a misunderstanding. Iām ā Iām not robbing you. Youāre ā youāre safe, okay? Iām taking three steps back. Just ā just let me explain.ā
āExplain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I canāt wait to hear this epic tale.ā
When Stiles got an interview for an internship at Fangs & Fur magazine, the publication owned by the well known and widely respected alpha Talia Hale, he never expected it to be offered an actual job by Alpha Hale herself. He also never expected for his life to change so much after he met the man whose department he was assigned to.
Stiles was not prepared for Derek Haleās cub, either.
It was a little strange moving back to Beacon Hills. His daughter becoming enchanted with his odd and very attractive neighbor didnāt really help matters.
Neckz ān Throats Fics and Porn Star Stiles. Orā¦.Fics in which Stiles gets naked to make some money. Jen has a great Neckz ‘n Throats masterpost here Ā if you need more of that, lots of awesome goodness!
Itās only been eight months since he started having the dreams, but heās already cracking. Heās heard of people living thirty, forty years with them, unable to find the one, complete the bondā¦. He doesnāt know if he could do it. The euphoric, in-love feeling that used to carry into his day now hurts. It feels like someoneās ripping it out of his chest every morning and heās bleeding, all day, until heās asleep again and he is there.
Derek Hale is the photographer for the family-run magazine ‘NECKZ ‘n THROATSā, a periodical aimed solely at the werewolf demographic. When the model for their monthly bails out, the staff are hard-pressed to find someone else to photograph at the last minute.
Stiles Stilinski is a college student, scraping by on odd jobs to pay for his education fees. When his long-time friend Lydia finds him a one-off gig at a photo-shoot, he figures it couldnāt hurt.
As contrary as their natures appear to be, Derek finds the most fascinating piece of art at the end of his lens.
Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasnāt like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.
Parallax: noun. The effect whereby the position or direction of an object appears to differ when viewed from different positions, e.g., through the viewfinder and the lens of a camera.
With the pack (and Stiles) starting college, Derek is bored. He needs a hobbyāor a job. Which is how he comes to model for Alpha Studios.
He just never thought Stiles would end up working there too.
Itās porn. Well, itās sort of porn. Gay sort of porn. Definitely Not Safe For Work. Isaac pushes Stiles out of the way to frantically exit out of the browser before their manager catches them looking at porn.
Or:
Stiles thinks he has college all figured out (despite his sourwolf of a roommate), until he gets scouted to be a model for the popular werewolf skinmag, CAPTIVE.
āItās not all handcuffs and spankings and learning to deep throat.ā This is an AU with consensual BDSM sex acts, in which Derek supports Stiles financially in exchange for a sexual relationship. Stiles is of legal age.
Stiles is one of the more memorable students in the undergrad Psych class that Derek is assigned to as a TA, and heās not sure if thatās a good or a bad thing. But when Derek finds Stiles starring on a certain website, his feelings become much more clear.
Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. Thatās not going to change after they meet. Itās really not.
(It might.)
Stiles has always had sort of a hero worship thing going on with Scottās 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 didnāt even know he had.
Derek mentally kicks himself for just standing there like a lovestruck fool, but itās been exactly forty-six days since he saw Stiles, and he still remembers the taste of his skin, how Stiles feels underneath him.
It wasnāt like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy heād spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn – like, porn with another personās dick in his ass porn – kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If youāre good at something, never do it for free, right?
The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.
Stiles hadnāt meant for it to become a thing. Heād just been interested in helping out his fellow man. He certainly hadnāt meant for anyone to find out about it.
Or the one where Stiles makes amateur porn, and of course, a certain alpha finds out about it.
Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title heād seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. Itās a win-win way to pay for college.
āHave you heard of this Alpha?ā Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that itās heavy and doesnāt sit well on Scott. He canāt shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.
āI know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories.ā
It wasnāt a race. Stiles knew it wasnāt a race. He asked himself why he wanted it to be, why it felt like it, but he didnāt know. Maybe it was because he knew Derek had beat him in picking the most valuable art piece ā a small statue of some kind, Stiles could just barely see it clutched in Derekās hand ā and he wasnāt going to let him beat him in the time it took. Was it childish? Absolutely, but Stiles didnāt care.
He also didnāt care that picking up an ugly vase as he ran toward Derek and throwing it toward him was also very childish, because he did it anyway.
OR the Stilinski VS Hale criminal AU that slowly took over my life.
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Derek doesnāt want to call the window repair guy. He doesnāt want to sweep up the glass. Heāll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.
He doesnāt want to try to make this place feel like home when it isnāt.
Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. Heās tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.
He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building heād bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.
Today seems like the day that we need a little PRIDE on our dash. Our prayers go out to Orlando and if you live in the area go donate blood. They have Ā a serious need. Also here is our fluff tag if you need it. Take care of yourself bbs.
Stiles is marching in the NYC Pride Parade just a few days after the Supreme Court decision in Obergefell v. Hodges when he comes upon a cop and gets the urge to dance.
āMaybe not any homophobe, but a mass gathering of homophobes who quote the First Amendment and the bible to spew hatred? I can get my panties in a bunch over that all I want.ā
One morning over breakfast, Stilesā dad hands him the same pamphlet Stiles took from the office, and tells Stiles that he has to pay for his own gas for the trip. Stiles grins, and feels the buzz set in under his skin, because it finally feels like this is going to happen.
The impromptu pride parade in Beacon Hills tells the stories of so many people- even with just a few words at a time- that itās a little bit much for Derek to process, but he has Stiles to ground him- anchor him, and now the entire country will recognize that
If anyone had told Stiles that when he accompanied his dad to contain a protest by the local church against the pride festival being held in downtown Beacon Hills that heād end up mackinā on a random guy who turned out to be his ex babysitter turned sexy university professor he probably wouldnāt have believed them. Probably. Especially if they included the part where he gets a date out of it in the end.
He could hear Stilesā frantic heartbeat and panting breaths, but almost overlooked him at first. He was crouched in the shadow of a dumpster, his face buried in his arms, barely pulling in shuddering breaths. His cane was discarded on the dirty alley floor beside him.
āStiles!ā Derek dropped to his knees in front of Stiles, his own chest aching with sympathy at Stilesā rattling wheezy breaths. āWhat happened? Are you hurt?ā
āDerek?ā Stiles lifted his head, his eyes wide and searching.
āShould I call an ambulance?ā Derek asked. Before he realized what he was doing he was already reaching out, grasping Stilesā shoulder, rubbing a thumb on his neck to see if there was any pain he could draw out.
Stiles reached out with trembling fingers, grasping Derekās hand like a lifeline. His breathing seemed to ease a bit.
That scene between Stiles and Braeden with the gun reallyĀ bothered me, so:
Stiles had always appreciated Maliaās very blunt delivery of very bad news, but it kind of sucked to be on the receiving end of it. Especially when the very bad news was a very dangerous contract killer wanting him very dead.
āOkay, uh, thatās disconcerting.ā He decided to downplay the panic that stirred up, because what he knew of the Desert Wolf was that she was strong, terrifying, and very adept with firearms of all kinds.Ā
And killing.Ā
She was very adept at killing.Ā
āI should probably have a gun.ā He turned to Braeden, the closest haver of guns he knew of.
āIām not giving you a gun.ā She immediately answered without even thinking it through. Rude.
āYou have a gun,ā Stiles pointed out, āthe Desert Wolf who is trying to kill me has a gun, I think I should probably have a gun.ā This was just basic logic here; he was human and very vulnerable to being violently punctured by bullets, he couldnāt exactly put down some mountain ash or run up on her with a bat this time. He didnāt even want to be within bat-reaching distance of her, if he could help it.
Braeden just gave him an eyebrow raise in response.
Then, insultingly, she softly snorted to herself before she flicked on the safety on the pistol in her hand, popped the magazine and, to Stiles disbelieving horror, tossed the pistol at him.
Presumably with a chambered round still in it, because Braeden.
Agent Stilinksi and Agent Hale work in separate branches of the FBI, Stiles in Intelligence, and Derek in the National Security. They get along like a dog and a cat: a big, grumpy cat and an overly-excited puppy. So, Stiles finds it best to just not get in his way. But when the biggest lead on the kidnapping group comes their way, not only does their teams decided to group up as a unit, they decide that in order to track down the alleged couple, Derek and Stiles should go undercover to a string of high-end events as a couple. A couple.Ā
One month of discrete undercover work means that Derek and Stiles need to become Derek and Stiles, and Agent Lahey even suggest they live together to be able to seem believable (Stiles swears heās going to get revenge). One month of fake hand-holding, fake terms of endearment, and fake hugs and kisses, and Derek learns that maybe Stiles isnāt so bad to be around, even if he is always spastic and leaving socks everywhere. And Stiles thinks Derek is actually kind of nice if you get him to open up, and he is an amazing cuddler.Ā
And if, after they make the arrest and close the case, Stiles stills stays over at Derekās, no one says anything.Ā
(And Agent McCall definitely doesnāt say anything when he catches them in the conference room with flushed cheeks and messy hair. In fact, he just sends a mass text to Agents Martin, Argent, and Tate.)
Itās been a while, but this was my Sterek Secret Santa gift, a little mix of Criminal Minds AU and Sterek.
FebĀ ā16.Ā Ā Fics that could use more love and appreciation i.e KUDOS & COMMENTS on this heart-filled holiday. All the fics on this list are pure gold! So shower them with love & Happy Valentineās Day!Ā
Read it, and you too shall see why this is fuckingggg awesome! Kudos Kudos!!:Ā
Stiles and Derek have this whole Valentineās Day thing down. Some candles, some chocolate covered strawberries, some champagne and a nice warm bath together.
But a pre-gift seem to have gotten in the way, causing Derek to be loopyā¦ or maybe Valentineās Day is not completely ruined.
Stiles and Derek have been friends with benefits for a while now, and Stiles is starting to want more. They have a date tonight, and Stiles is willing to try anything to show Derek just how great they would be together.
Every day at 2:15, Stiles comes into Derekās bakery, buys a blueberry muffin and then whatever is the special for the day, and stays and flirts with him while he boxes up his items and rings him up.
And every day when the bell chimes signaling Stilesās exit, Derek regrets not asking him out.
āI am not paranoid Lydia! Youāre the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You canāt say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!ā Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driverās side lock. āNo. No getting out of the car until you admit that youāve had a hand in this.ā
āFine,ā Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I donāt know why I like you. āWeāve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentineās Day.ā
āWhat?!ā he shrieks. āI mean- what?ā he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.
AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.
killed by my feeeelssssssss:
ā Forced DateĀ by rufflefeather (1/1 | 1,654 | Teen)
Scott makes Stiles and Derek go on a Valentineās Day date.
In which the pack thinks Stiles and Derek are dating, and are pretty confused as to why they both keep saying theyāre not doing anything for Valentineās Day. Which makes no sense, unlessā¦ theyāre fighting. So the pack decides to take matters into their own hands.
Stiles shows up on Derekās doorstep on Valentineās Day with a pizza and some movies. A friendly movie night turns into something more. Basically, Stiles being Stiles, and Derek being Derek, while watching romantic movies in bed.
Whatās V-Day without potential major character death??!:Ā
For the request: āOh! How about Stiles gives Derek a box of chocolates but Derek is allergic to chocolate but Stiles is unaware so when Derek doesnāt eat them Stiles is like come on dude it wonāt kill you and itās like Stiles, it really might.ā
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