Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] – owlpostagain
Derek/Stiles
17,698 words
“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."
au: college, au: firefighters, au: no powers, fluff, tw: drinking
It Came from the Trees – whatshouldntbe
Derek/Stiles
577,212 words
Stiles can’t help but notice that his window is ajar.
alternate universe, animal transformation, slow burn, tw: child abuse, tw: drinking, tw: rape/noncon
A Broken Heart Is Blind – orphan_account
Derek/Stiles
5,327 words
College AU - When Lydia dumps Stiles to get back with Jackson, Stiles rebounds with Derek, his former TA. It was just supposed to be a one night stand, but they're both a little confused about what the rules for those are.
au: college, kink: marking, tw: drinking
It Was a Wednesday – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
80,129 words
“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.
“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”
anxiety, feral character, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, kidnapping, PTSD, tw: drinking, tw: emotional/psychological abuse, tw: lack of rights/slavery, tw: torture
There’s No Escape for the Potato Man – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
53,977 words
“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”
“Wrong number, asshole!”
“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.
Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.
“What kind of idiot thinks I murdered someone?”
“The kind of idiot who got your text messages, you fucking dumbass!” he retorted hotly. “Maybe double check your contacts before sending a random stranger details on your nefarious plans to dispose of a freshly cut up body!”
“What?!” the guy on the other end demanded, crossed between horrendously confused and livid.
au: college, au: human, texting, tw: drinking
Thirty Messages – Julibean19
Derek/Stiles
16,368 words
“Look. I think my friend is obsessed with you… or your cell phone at the very least. And if your stupid fucking voice saying the same two words is all he’s ever gonna have of you, then you have to let him go. You don’t let him get attached and you don’t drag it out. If you hurt him, or lead him on, even just a little bit, I swear to God I will kill you. So call him back, and end it.”
In which Derek leaves town with Cora, and Stiles thinks he might be going insane... because no one would leave this many rambling voicemails for someone they weren't even dating... right?
epistolary, hurt/comfort, mates, mutual pining, tw: drinking