Fiction Recs

Derek/Stiles
13,865 words

Where Stiles has his own college radio show, and the mysterious, faceless Derek is his number one fan.

Also there's this really hot guy he keeps meeting in the library who totally hates his guts.

Derek/Stiles
38,095 words

“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.

A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.

Derek/Stiles
3,070 words

Stiles doesn't know how he gets roped into things like this. Things like Brunch Club, where every Wednesday morning his girl friends invite him to brunch. He goes, because Lydia always pays and who is he to give up free brunch? But it’s always just the girls, and him. He feels like they’re pulling him into the girl group just because he finally came out as bisexual with an overwhelming preference to dudes.

or the one where Stiles is having brunch with the girls, and he's the one to snag the number from the hot waiter.

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."

Derek/Stiles
10,054 words

“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.)

Derek/Stiles
6,455 words

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

Derek/Stiles
20,409 words

Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanart, but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.

Derek/Stiles
19,220 words

Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren't so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his "boyfriend", he figures that buys him a little peace. He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.

Derek/Stiles
69,006 words

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

Derek/Stiles
31,682 words

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Peter/Stiles
11,578 words

When Scott gets Stiles tipsy and suggests, grinning, “We should make a tape for the Blue Moon Bakery auditions,” Stiles just giggles into his tequila.

“They don’t want me. They want some cookie cutter pretty girl so she can swoon over Derek,” he sighs.

“Not over Peter?”

Stiles shakes his head. “Girls don’t swoon over Peter, Scott. Because one, Peter’s terrifying, and two, he’s as out as you can be without putting it on a billboard.”

“You swoon over him,” Scott points out.

“That’s because I’m aroused by danger, and also he’s incredibly hot. That fucking neck, man.” Stiles flaps a hand. “Anyway. Besides the point. I can tell you now though, if I was gonna audition, it wouldn’t be the simpering bullshit everyone else sends in, that’s for sure.”

Scott senses his chance and takes it. “So show me, and I’ll film it. For funsies. We can watch it tomorrow.”

Stiles only hesitates for second, and then grins. “Why the hell not? The audition tape nobody asked for, sure.”

Derek/Stiles
13,594 words

Is it an imaginary date?

No. I met him in a coffee shop.

 When?

This morning. It was love on first sight.

Derek/Stiles
23,704 words

Stiles finds himself on the doorstep to his home in Beacon Hills, not remembering how he got here or why he’s barefoot. As it turns out, he was abducted a couple of weeks earlier from a college party and bears the same marks on his body as victims of a serial killer his dad just can’t seem to get a hold of. So there he is, with no memories of what happened, the last couple of weeks like a blank line in his mind and knowing all too well that he’s the best shot they have at catching this guy. As a key witness and in acute, assumed danger, he finds himself under surveillance 24/7 and more often than not, his dad’s best Deputy: Derek Hale, is sitting at his kitchen table.

Peter/Stiles
37,806 words

Stiles doesn't want to admit it, but his dad is right—he's trying to pack way too many minimum-wage hours into the five-week break before the new semester starts. But what else is a screwed over college student with a budget tighter than his worn-out skinny jeans supposed to do?

At least he's found some nice, distracting eye-candy to keep his mind off of his problems.

Derek/Stiles
113,736 words

"And then there was pain again, but this time it was in only three places—his arm, below his clavicle, and next to his heart, all on the left side. It felt like the skin was being sliced apart, ripped open, flayed off—
And suddenly it was done.
Derek looked across the room and saw the boy on the floor, looking about as bad as Derek felt."

Derek and Stiles learn that bonding is probably best done with ridiculous amounts of video games and maybe a little bit of time.

Derek/Stiles
3,451 words

‘Get a dog, or get a therapist.’ A dog had to be less annoying.

Chris/Peter/Stiles
15,963 words

So, a man and his husband walk into a bar. The punchline: stiles finding out his hookup from the other night is married.
On the plus side, he didn't help anyone cheat, exactly.
On the weird side, he ends up sleeping with the husband, too.

Or the one where Stiles ends up in the middle of Peter and Chris' marriage, and the only place he can end up is hurt

Peter/Stiles
2,151 words

“Dude,” Stiles hisses, kicking Scott in the shin, as if they both aren’t watching the scene unfold in front of them. “That’s Peter Hale!”

“Peter?” Scott asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Peter,” Stiles hisses. “The one who killed those people like six years ago! God, he’s hot.” Stiles cranes his neck to get a better view of Peter’s face. Peter glances over their way with a smirk, winking at Stiles, before turning back to Derek.

“He’s a serial killer!” Scott hisses.

“...Think he takes requests?”

“Stiles!”

OR

Derek's shady uncle gets out of prison.

Derek/Stiles
1,647 words

Derek is hangry and dramatic (on the inside), there’s literally nothing to eat in his dorm room, and some weird kid on campus is handing out roses in the dark. And of course, it’s Valentine’s Day.

Derek/Stiles
15,299 words

“Excuse me, what do you mean he’s the fiftieth customer?” the woman demanded angrily.

“I mean he’s the fiftieth customer,” the barista said cheerfully.

“But I arrived after him.”

“You certainly did, but you ordered before him, didn’t you?” The look he shot her at those words could’ve flayed the skin from her bones. “As such, you are customer number forty-nine. He is customer number fifty. Your drink will be ready over on the far counter, ma’am.”

Derek/Stiles
1,396 words

The last thing Derek wanted in life was a soulmate -- especially one who thinks, What the fuck is that. That’s it. No question mark, no exclamation mark, nothing. Ever since the words -- the soulmark -- appeared on his inner wrist in tiny Times New Roman font, Derek was lost.

-

Or, the one where Derek finds his soulmate when Stiles storms into his shop because Jackson is being a dick.

Derek/Stiles
8,924 words

“Stiles, this is getting ridiculous. Can you please do something about it?” Lydia demands. “Do anything. I don’t care. Go up and kiss him, ask him to prom this year, write him secret admirer love letters, whatever. Just do something.”

***

OR: The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

Derek/Stiles
1,714 words

The only concrete information the student body have about Professor Hale is that he teaches Intro to Spanish Lit and that the "D" in his initials does not stand for "daddy".

Derek/Stiles
2,391 words

Stiles is twenty-nine years old, lives alone, travels way too much, doesn’t know when the last time he had a home cooked meal where no one was trying to impress anyone, and he’s just tired of all the fancy bullshit. His face is too recognizable; he can’t even attempt to try a new restaurant without the chef requesting the honor of plating something special just for him.

And right now? Stiles really just wants some chicken nuggets.

Derek/Stiles
14,429 words

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Derek/Stiles
30,379 words

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.

So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

Peter/Stiles
2,495 words

Stiles, the cashier at Tractor Supply, is doodling when he looks up and realizes the most attractive man in the universe has been waiting on him to actually do his job.

-

"Oh-... my- I am so sorry!" The man began setting his things on the counter and Stiles lunged for the opportunity to get back on track. He began scanning at an alarming speed as his mouth rambled, "I'm so- I was- How long were you standing there?!"

"Oh..." Stiles expected the usual 'oh, not long', the kind of polite thing to say, but instead, the man said, "quite a while."

Stiles froze and stared at him, panic rising, but the man still looked amused. "I-I- I'm sorry. I didn't-" a horrified laugh bubbled its way from his chest, "didn't see you there."

"Well, that much was obvious."