#Tyler Hoechlin fic

[twdxtrevor]

I'm gonna need a fanfic based on this gif right the fuck now please . . (idea in comments)

[srue-on-fire]

These High Walls

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale Words: 1500 Rating: General Audiences Prompt: #23. Do you even realize what you mean to me? Title: Louis Tomlinson's Walls prompt list 🩶 read on ao3

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Derek’s standing at the loft window, arms crossed, staring out into the rain. His expression is blank. Distant. Like none of this matters. Like he doesn’t matter.

That hurts more than any wound Stiles has ever taken.

His shoulders are locked up, tension running through his body like a live wire —the kind that makes Stiles want to march over and shake him. Or hug him. Maybe both.

Instead, Stiles settles for the next best thing he can do —yelling at him.

"What the fuck, Derek?" he snaps, voice sharper than he intended. It echoes through the loft, bouncing off the high ceilings and hitting Derek square in the back. His voice trembles —not with fear, but with frustration, with anger, with something so raw it burns in his throat.

Derek stiffens but doesn’t turn around. Of course he doesn’t. The guy has mastered the art of being emotionally unavailable, like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s in it for the gold. He stays exactly as he is, staring out at nothing, like he didn’t just nearly die for Stiles a few hours ago. Like he didn’t bleed out black in the dirt while Stiles begged him to stay awake, fingers slipping through too much blood.

He was too pale, too still. For a terrifying moment, Stiles thought he was really gone.

He takes a step forward, fists clenched at his sides. He’s been holding this in for too long, letting Derek get away with his usual brand of self-sacrificial brooding. But not this time.

"You threw yourself in front of me," Stiles continues, voice shaking, goading. "Like I was some helpless little human who needed saving."

Derek finally turns. His face is as closed off as ever, but his eyes —God, his eyes. There’s something there, something unreadable and infuriating and so DerekDerekDerek.

"You are human, Stiles," he says, like that explains everything. Like it fucking justifies what he did.

"Yeah, thanks, Captain Obvious,” Stiles rolls his eyes. “But newsflash, Derek, I’m not helpless. And even if I was, that doesn’t mean you get to put yourself in the line of fire for me. That’s not how this works."

Derek's jaw tightens. "It was the right call."

“I had a bulletproof vest!” Stiles yells. “You knew it!”

“I didn’t,” Derek says casually.

Years ago, when Stiles was still a little scared and got hot and bothered by Derek, he would’ve believed it. But now, Stiles knows when he lies. He knows what that eyebrow twitch means. He knows when that tone is used. 

“You knew,” he puts his foot down. “You knew and don’t lie to my fucking face, Derek.”

Derek doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t deny it again, doesn’t argue, just holds Stiles’ gaze like he’s waiting for him to run out of steam. Like this is just another one of their fights, like Stiles isn’t standing here trying to shake some goddamn sense into him.

And maybe that’s what hurts the most. The way Derek looks at him like he expects Stiles to give up. Like he’s already made peace with whatever reckless, self-sacrificing fate he’s doomed himself to.

"Jesus Christ," Stiles breathes out, raking both hands through his hair. "You knew I had a vest. You knew, and you still—" He cuts himself off, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before forcing himself to look at Derek again. "Why?"

Derek shifts, barely perceptible, but Stiles catches it. The way his fingers flex against his biceps, the way his throat moves like he's swallowing back words.

"It was instinct," Derek finally mutters.

"Bullshit!" Stiles snaps again. "Absolute, grade-A, werewolf martyr bullshit. That’s not instinct, Derek. That’s a goddamn death wish."

Derek flinches, and Stiles immediately feels sick.

Because he knows. He knows exactly what Derek thinks of himself, what he’s spent years believing. He knows the weight Derek carries, the guilt that wraps around him like chains, the conviction that his life is worth less than everyone else’s.

Stiles exhales sharply, shaking his head. "No. Instinct is dodging a punch or ducking for cover. Instinct is survival," he glares, stepping closer. "That wasn’t survival, Derek. That was you deciding I was worth more than you."

Derek’s jaw tightens. His shoulders go rigid, like he’s bracing for a blow. But he still doesn’t argue.

And that —that makes Stiles’ chest ache.

"Why do you do this?" His voice wavers, but he doesn’t care. "Why do you act like your life is disposable? Like you don’t—" he swallows hard, trying to get the words out. "Like you don’t fucking matter."

Derek exhales, slow and measured, but his fingers twitch against his arms, and Stiles knows him well enough to see the cracks.

"It’s different with you," Derek says, finally.

The words knock the breath from Stiles’ lungs.

Derek swallows, like he regrets saying it, but he doesn’t take it back. He just shifts on his feet and looks away, jaw clenching.

"You’re not—" his voice falters, then steadies again. "I don’t think about it. When it’s you, I just— move. It’s not a choice."

Stiles stares at him, heart hammering. "Derek."

Derek shakes his head, letting out a breath that sounds like defeat. "It’s instinct", he repeats.

There’s a whole new meaning to it. A whole new value that Stiles only came to know now.

It’s not about self-worth, not really. It’s not some calculated decision where Derek weighs his life against Stiles’ and finds himself lacking. It’s deeper than that. It’s his body, his blood, his bones —everything in him telling him to move, to take the hit, to protect Stiles no matter what it costs.

And Stiles— God, Stiles doesn’t know what to do with that.

"You can’t—" his throat tightens, panic and hope rising in his chest. "You can’t just—"

Derek looks back at him then, eyes dark and steady. "I can’t stop it, Stiles." His voice is quiet. "I don’t want to."

And that— that’s what makes Stiles’ stomach swoop and heart skip a beat.

Because Derek isn’t saying this like some tragic martyr. He isn’t throwing himself on the sword just to make a point.

He’s saying this is who he is.

This is how he loves.

Stiles breathes in, breathes out, and suddenly he’s moving. His fingers curl around Derek’s wrist, dragging his hand away from where he’s gripping his own arms, lacing their fingers together like it’s the only thing keeping him steady.

"I don’t care if you think this is your job," Stiles whispers, raw with emotion. "I don’t care if you think you’re supposed to protect me, or the pack, or the whole damn world. Because at the end of the day, Derek, I need you more than I need to be safe. So stop acting like your life is worth less than mine. Stop acting like —like losing you would be anything less than a goddamn tragedy of my life."

Derek’s eyes meet his eyes again, so vulnerable that Stiles just wants to wrap him in a blanket and hide him away from this world of pain.

"You think I’d be okay if you died?" His voice shakes, and his eyes water and he hates it, but he doesn’t stop. There are no walls between them anymore. "You think I’d just —what? Walk away? Go back to my life like losing you wouldn’t wreck me? Do you even realize what you mean to me?"

“Stiles”, Derek says, pleading and praying. 

“Derek,” Stiles replies, just as imploringly. “Derek, please.”

Silence stretched over them for a long moment. Then, finally, barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to do this any other way."

"How to do what?" Stiles asks, already knowing the answer.

Derek clenches his jaw. "I don’t know how to not protect you."

"Then learn," he says, voice softer now. "Learn to protect yourself too. Learn to fight for you the way you fight for me. Not just as the guy who saves my ass when things go sideways. I need you, Derek. Alive. Here. With me. Because I swear to God, Derek, if you ever scare me like that again, I’ll—" His breath catches. "I can’t lose you."

Derek’s fingers twitch in Stiles’ grasp, and for a second, Stiles thinks he might pull away.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he grips Stiles’ hand tighter, like he’s grounding himself, like maybe —for the first time —he’s listening.

"Okay," Derek murmurs, voice rough. "I’ll try."

Stiles exhales, shaky, and lets his forehead drop against Derek’s shoulder. He’ll take it. Derek doesn’t make empty promises, not to him at least. So, he’ll take it. They can start with trying.

"Good,” he presses his nose against his shoulder. “Because if you ever scare me like that again, I swear to God, I’ll find a way to haunt your ghost and make your afterlife miserable."

Derek actually huffs out a small, reluctant laugh, a hand coming up to pull him closer. 

It’s enough.

For now. 

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A/N: dear anon, hope you liked this one. Thanks for reading! I'm starting a taglist. Drop a 🤪 in the comments if you wanna be added to it and know whenever I drop a new fic post!

[allheartsarewildcreatures]

Please help me find this Teen Wolf Fanfiction on AO3!!!

Things I remember about it (apparently everything but the name and how it was tagged lol):

The Hale pack lives, I think Talia was the alpha

Claudia Stilinski is also alive and like besties with Talia

Derek knows Stiles is his mate, if not when Claudia is still pregnant with Stiles the soon after she gives birth

There’s a seven year age gap

The title of the chapter are the years it encompasses/the ages of Stiles and Derek

Claudia dies in a car accident

Werewolves come forward and it’s a huge political thing

Peter and Sherriff Stilinski are a background thing after Claudia’s death

Stiles is an omega and Derek is an alpha

If you have any recs of fics where Stiles and Derek find each other early I’d love that too! Thanks in advance for your help!!

[noyzinerd]

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod 😭 @raisesomehale tagged me for an excerpt-writing-thing! This is my first time getting tagged for this kind of thing, thanks so much! Excerpt from my WIP, Pseudology, where the boys have to face their inner demons in the forms of dark versions of each other. Enjoy!

"Don't tell me you're honestly surprised you're here." Nega-Derek sneered. "You always talk about how unfair it is to be dragged into all the shit that happens to you, about how you're always the first to be taken or hospitalized or the one to lose the most friends. Oh, boo-hoo. Always the victim, aren't you Stiles? Never stopping to wonder why so many things happen to you when you can never leave anything well enough alone. It's never your fault Scott follows all of your whims, right? That's on him for getting himself left out in the woods. You weren't the one who released the Nogitsune, so why would it be your fault poor Allison and all those people died? Letting the Nogitsune in had nothing to do with what happened, right?"

"Please…" The 'don't' died on his lips as the thing circled around Stiles, those colorless eyes piercing deeply into his own.

The spirit tutted in mock disappointment. "And what about me, Stiles? You've found a way to manipulate me into loving you just like you did Lydia. Now here I am, willing to die for you in your ridiculous ocean of lies and secrets. Are you going to get bored and leave me too? When is that trophy of catching the most sought-after specimen going to lose its charm and have you kicking me out on the street, broken and empty? Do I deserve it too, just like Lydia? She ignored you for years and used you to get at someone who hurt her. Apparently, that's all the reason in the world to get back at her, make her suffer for making you feel this way. She was your claim, your property, to treat however you wanted because her actions displeased you. It made you want to watch her cry. It made you want to insert yourself into her life and to make her yours even if you had to drag her in, kicking and screaming. Am I just another Lydia to you? Am I here because you like me or am I here for you to punish for bullying you? Is that what you want? To see me cry over you? Does it make you feel powerful having so much control over me? Does it flatter your ego to know that the big, bad, strong, former-Alpha Derek Hale, the Derek Hale, is so helpless to your charm that he can't even go a single day without thinking about you? Do you even know what I am to you?"

Stiles had nowhere else to back up. His feet were frozen. The words kept gnawing at his brain, twisting in his chest like a noose around his heart. Covering his ears hadn't helped. The sound of that too-familiar, but too-wrong voice was infesting his ears in a way that rang in his mind rather than his ears, starting inward and echoing out like the words were coming from his very soul. There was nothing he could say. He couldn't fight the words.

Especially since he knew they were all true.

"Ha! You don't even know!" Nega-Derek practically squealed delightedly. "Chatty Cathy Stiles suddenly with nothing to say. Well, isn't that just a rare sight! Finally ran out of bullshit to spew from that poisonous little goblin mouth, I see. That's fine. I have enough to talk about for the both of us," the thing chirped happily.

Sorry, I've never done this before so I'm terrible at tagging, especially since I don't know how many of you are actually writers. Also, am I supposed to just tag mutuals or just anyone? 😰I don't actually have a lot of mutuals, so I guess whoever else out there feels like writing, feel free to say I tagged you (no one's going to double check that shit 🤣). Literally no pressure tags: @cursedtruth, @gynnnicsworld, @grimmypuff, @haleshomeforthederanged, @princecharmingwinks, @raisesomehale

[ambear9]

[featheryminx]

Tyler Hoechlin is in Castle, and all I’m saying is that the timelines actually work NEAR PERFECTLY for Castle and Teen Wolf to be set in the same universe.

Castle S2 (where we meet Dylan) is set in 2010, ONE YEAR before the first season of Teen Wolf aired. If “Dylan” is an alias that Derek used while he was in New York with Laura, then…

[just-a-pole-sir]

Ian Nelson, Tyler Hoechlin, Dylan Sprayberry, and Henry Cavill walk into a bar...

I have the distinct feeling a fanfiction with at least part of that quartet exists.

Derek Hale and Clark Kent walk into a bar and meet their younger selves because of some sort of space-time anomaly.

The most unexpected foursome ever occurs...

[draeisbae]

I'm looking for a fic where Derek is Scott's dad. Sterek are attracted to each other and try to fight it bug eventually give in, I think after a breakfast scene? There's multiple parts or chapters, and the fic ultimately ends with the boys getting a beach house for spring break with their friends and Derek joins as Stiles' boyfriend.

[putalabelonit]

Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — RPF

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Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan O'Brien

“The Next Part Just Got In the Way” (M) by calrissian18 | 10,095 | Boy meets boy. Boy fucks boy. Boy metaphorically moves to Antarctica. Or that’s how it feels to Dylan anyway.

“Read Between the Lines” (E) by kriari | 40,753 | After spending five seasons rooted firmly in subtext, Stiles and Derek’s relationship has finally taken a critical turn. While Tyler may attempt to blame his recent confusion on simple character bleed, a questionable decision made in the midst of the ensuing media storm leads him to reevaluate what he’s always told himself. Namely, that he’s not in love with Dylan.

“The Sterek Argument” (M) by calrissian18 | 3,241 | And if Tyler had wanted to listen to logic, he wouldn’t be talking to Dylan. He slumps back against the couch cushions grumpily and points out, “Okay, except in Derek Hale’s land of misery and man-pain, you’re pretty much his best friend.”

“i got you on my lips” (M) by vlieger | 6,001 | “We need to start making out,” said Dylan.

“until we see the sun” (E) by vlieger | 12,731 | Tyler pinpoints Dylan taking over his condo to somewhere around mid-March.

“only true in fairytales” (E) by vlieger | 8,881 | “Oh my God,” said Dylan to Posey once Tyler left. “He likes me.”

"same auld lange sayne" 🔒 (M) by Areiton | 4,241 | Ten years after Teen Wolf ends, Tyler is living a quiet life far from the bright lights of Hollywood. But he didn’t forget it. And he didn’t get over Dylan.

"Strange/Familiar" 🔒 (T) by Areiton | 3,767 | Dylan swung into his world, with big amber eyes and soft pouting lips and an innocence he wanted to dirty right up, and he changed things.

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Ian Bohen/JR Bourne

“Twenty-Four Hours” 🔒 (G) by red_crate | 613 | “I could probably kiss you, and no one would think it was real at this point.” JR muses as he curls both arms around Ian’s chest and tugs him so that Ian is sitting between his legs. He kisses up the back of Ian’s neck and buries his nose in Ian’s hair. They don’t have enough of this, of time together.

“A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (but there’s still a thousand more left to say)” (E) by GoddessofBirth | 1,887 |™As soon as he snaps the photo, Ian snatches the phone from him and starts typing. JR rolls his eyes and holds his hand out. “Back.” Ian waves him off. “Eat your food. What’s the point of you posting how I lured the hunter with home cooked food if it isn’t true.” “I’m not post – We are not posting that. Ian -” The man in question dances back from JR’s quick grab attack and triumphantly hits send. “Oh yes we did. Well, you did. The fans are gonna eat it up.”

“According to Plan” 🔒 (E) by red_crate | 2,369 | He basks in the feeling of having JR against him, arms around him finally just the way he wants after a day spent in front of fans. So close, yet not what he wanted. But this, here and now, is it. He can touch and taste to his heart’s content without worrying about privacy.

"Wanna Give Him a Show?" 🔒 (E) by lavenderlotion | 2,581 | Ian’s smile turns into a grin, and the look his flashes JR is playful, his lips pulled up into a smile JR knows to be teasing. He makes himself comfortable, his belly tightening with excitement. Ian’s eyes have never sparkled like that and left him disappointed.

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Ian Bohen/JR Bourne/Tyler Hoechlin

"Birthday Boy" 🔒 (E) by DizzyRedhead | 3,352 | After the cameras go off, Ian and JR have plans for Tyler's birthday.

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Tyler Hoechlin/Dylan, /Ian, /JR

"Pictures of You and Us" 🔒 (NR) by Areiton | 3,314 | He can't quit looking. It's always been a problem, but it's worse right now. It's worse because Ian is sending photos, Hoech half asleep and smiling, Hoech grinning shyly from behind a cup of coffee. Hoech, unaware and sunlit.

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This is an ongoing list.

[srue-on-fire]

I'll Fall Where You Are

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale Words: 1130 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: mild panic attack, assumed major character death. Prompt: #34. Character A finds Character B unconscious and panics. Title: Michl's Promise prompt list 🩶 read on ao3

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The mall was a tomb.

Dark, hollow, and soaked in silence and dust.

His chest was tight. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. Scott told him to stay back, to let the others sweep the area later. But something in him wouldn't let go of that hollow ache in his stomach, that crawling instinct that screamed he's not dead.

Derek Hale was a lot of things —brooding, infuriating, way too good at showing up when Stiles least expected it— but he's not someone who went down without a fight. And he sure as hell did not die alone in some godforsaken mall while the rest of them try to pick up the pieces.

Stiles refused to believe it. 

He moved through the ruined corridors with quick, shallow steps, sneakers crunching glass beneath him. His flashlight flickered every few seconds, casting sharp, jerky shadows along the soot-blackened walls.

He didn’t even realize he’s whispering Derek’s name under his breath until the sound of it breaks through the silence like a prayer: “Derek… Derek…”

They told him not to come.

Everyone had been too busy licking their wounds, counting the injured, taking stock of who made it out and who didn’t. They saw Derek fall and not get up.

So they’d assumed.

But Stiles couldn’t. 

Not this time.

Summer flashed behind his eyes. Long nights spent driving through back roads, combing through abandoned buildings. Boyd’s absence. Erica’s laugh echoing like a ghost. Derek, relentless, barely sleeping, always pushing forward. And then later— quiet conversations in the Camaro. Coffee at 3AM when the Sheriff was on night shift and sleep was impossible. 

His mind, unhelpfully, supplied the moment Derek climbed into his room. Two days after Erica died. How he crumpled quietly on the floor beside the bed, face buried against Stiles’ shoulder.

Derek was not allowed to die. Not after the way he had started trusting Stiles —really trusting him. Letting him in, brick by brick. Sharing moments that weren’t always sharp or bitter. Moments that felt almost... soft. Safe.

So now here he was, in the burnt-out skeleton of what used to be a mall food court, flashlight barely holding on.

And then he saw him.

Collapsed on a broken escalator, half in shadow, like someone discarded him there.

“Derek?” His voice cracks. “Oh god— Derek—”

He stumbled forward, heart in his throat, falling to his knees beside him so fast he scraped both palms open. His light clattered to the ground, bouncing light wildly across Derek’s body —and Stiles felt the blood drain from his face.

“Shit—shit, shit!”

Derek’s shirt was shredded. Torn open across the stomach, deep enough that raw, glistening muscle showed through the bloody mess. Clawed gashes. Too many. Too deep. Blood seeped steadily from the wounds, and the metal under him was slick with it.

“No. No, no, no, no,” Stiles whispered, panic rising like bile. He reached out with trembling fingers and pressed them to the side of Derek’s neck.

Too much blood. Too much shaking.

He pressed harder, searching for a pulse, but he couldn’t feel anything.

His breath stuttered. “Okay— okay. Don’t freak out. Don’t— you don’t freak out, you can do this, just—”

He tried again. His fingertips dig in, searching for even the faintest beat.

Nothing.

“No. No,” he muttered, tears already falling down his nose. “Don’t do this to me— don’t— you can’t be gone, I was just talking to you two days ago, you were arguing with me about the best gas station jerky like a normal person, like someone who doesn't die in burned-down malls—”

His voice was getting too loud. Too high. His breathing’s a wreck now —shallow, fast, useless. He could feel the panic cresting, crashing into his chest like a wave he couldn’t fight off.

His vision blurred. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

He couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.

He curled forward with a choked, broken sound— panic bubbling into helplessness. “I can’t— I don’t know what to do— I can’t feel it, I can’t—”

Then instinct kicked in. Something ancient and desperate.

He flattened his hand over Derek’s chest, then dropped lower, and laid his ear right over it. Pressed down hard enough that the blood squished into Stiles’ clothes.

He took a deep breath and held it in, his whole body high strung and unmoving for a moment.

And for a long, unbearable moment, there’s just silence.

Then—

A sound. Faint. Barely there.

Thump.

Stiles held his breath.

Thump.

His eyes squeezed shut. His whole body sagged, air rushing out of his lungs in a shaking sob. He’s not sure if it’s relief or pain or both, but it wrecked him all the same.

“Jesus,” he whispered, forehead pressed to Derek’s shoulder. “You absolute bastard. You’re alive.”

He stayed like that for a second— anchored by that slow, steady rhythm beneath his ear. The only thing keeping the edges of his world from collapsing. Lets the weight of it sit there. For just a moment.

Then he lifted his head, swiping the back of his hand across his eyes. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” he muttered, preparing himself to lift Derek into a fireman's carry. “You’re gonna have to be okay, because I swear to God, if I carry you out of here just for you to die on me later, I will kill you.”

He tore what was left of Derek’s shirt to turn it into a makeshift bandage around his ribs. “You’re supposed to be some unkillable alpha badass,” he muttered, voice rough as he worked. “What the hell happened?”

Soon, he realized he couldn't do much else to do with the wounds, muttering curses about starting to carry a suture kit.

His hands were still shaking, but he wrapped them around Derek’s wrist anyway and hauled it over his shoulders.

The pain from the movement must stir something, because Derek lets out a low groan —almost a growl, but weaker than Stiles has ever heard it.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re not done yet,” Stiles said fiercely, voice wet and shaking. “You’re not leaving me. Not now.”

He took a few sharp breaths and then used his entire body to lift him, feet planted firmly on the ground. He grunted with the weight of Derek’s body, staggering slightly. Blood smeared across his hoodie on the back, hot and sticky.

“You hear that?” he continued, more to keep himself upright than anything else. “You owe me. You’re gonna owe me so much pizza for this,” he muttered, half-hysterical.

And just as he reached the emergency exit, breath heaving, body aching—

Derek stirs.

Barely.

A breath. A twitch of fingers. Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

And Stiles gripped him tighter, jaw clenched, heart hammering with something that felt a lot like defiance.

“You’re not done yet,” he chanted. “Not even close.”

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A/N: thanks for the ask! I highly highly recommend listening to the song mentioned above. It's very sterek-coded. You can also check it out on my spotify sterek playlist

[plumbwolf]

He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the third or fourth or sixteenth time. He needed the money, and he didn't have time for a part-time job. Erica had sworn up and down that the magazine she freelanced for was staffed entirely by professionals, even if those professionals did make soft-core werewolf porn.

He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the seventeenth time, as an intern sprayed him down with the mist-setting on a garden house. Another intern in a plaid button down with a heavy-looking bag over one shoulder ran in as as someone was artfully mussing Derek's hair from behind. He panted "Shit. Am I late? Tell me I'm not late."

He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the third or fourth or sixteenth time. He needed the money, and he didn't have time for a part-time job. Erica had sworn up and down that the magazine she freelanced for was staffed entirely by professionals, even if those professionals did make soft-core werewolf porn.

He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the seventeenth time, as an intern sprayed him down with the mist-setting on a garden house. Another human intern in a worn Invader Zim t-shirt ran in as someone was artfully mussing Derek's hair from behind. He panted, "Shit. Am I late? Tell me I'm not late."

"You're late," several voices called out at once.

"Shit." The intern set down his large bag on a nearby bench and nodded at Derek. "You must be my model. I'm Stiles, your photographer. Sorry about all the swearing."

Despite Derek’s concerns about his wardrobe, Stiles did seem like a professional. He had barely done more than glance at the way Derek's nipples were peaked with cold underneath the extremely thin white t-shirt they'd had him put on. And he hadn't once touched Derek without asking permission first.

"Is it cool if I-" Stiles pantomimed something with his fingers, "make a few adjustments?" He had beautiful hands. If they'd met in a bar somewhere, Derek would have pegged him as a pianist, or maybe the artist he supposed Stiles technically was.

Derek nodded. "Go ahead."

Stiles beamed at him. "Thanks. No bad touching, I swear. I promised Erica I'd return you with your virtue intact."

Too bad, thought Derek, and felt himself flush. He was suddenly glad the water in the bathtub was too uncomfortably chilly to make anything but his nipples hard.

Stiles crooked a finger in Derek’s collar and dragged it down another inch. “Arms behind your head, please? Yeah, just like that. I’m just gonna-” He adjusted the t-shirt sleeves, casually complimenting Derek on his arms (‘That’s just the right amount of flex’) as he worked. 

“Now,” he said. “Would you mind tugging up the hem of your shirt? You’ve got great armpit bush, and that’s showing up just fine through the cotton, but I’d like a clearer view of the ol’ happy trail.”

Derek locked eyes with Stiles and pulled at his shirt. The cotton had stuck to his stomach, and the wet ‘slap’ it made when he let it go sounded loud in a room with tiled acoustics. “Like that?” 

“Uh.” Stiles cleared his throat. “Maybe a little higher? Yeah, that’s perfect.” 

*click*Stiles never stopped talking as he worked, chattering on about college (he’d been in a class with Cora before he’d graduated last year), Star Wars, work, (‘Can you flash those beta blues at me? How about a little fang?’), his cat (a striped Tabby named ‘SecUnit’), how he’d seen Derek at the nursery last month when he’d come in for a new succulent-

“I’m not getting the angle I want. Do you mind if-” Stiles wrinkled his nose. “Can I maybe climb in there with you?”

“ . . . sure?”

Stiles grinned at him, and dropped to the ground to unlace his shoes. He rolled up his jeans with a foot on the edge of the tub, and then climbed in to sit on the back edge. “Much bet - fuck, this water’s cold!”

“I know.”

“Sorry, big guy. Can you stand it for another ten minutes? I swear we’re almost done.”

“I’m a werewolf, Stiles.”

“I’m still buying you coffee after the shoot. I mean, I will have an intern run out for coffee. That I will pay for. Tilt your head a little more to the left? Nah, look at me straight on again. Smolder for me. God, that's super hot.”

Stiles started to ramble (incorrectly) about how he could never be a model himself. “Way too scrawny. I won this baby,” he plucked at his stupid t-shirt, “as a raffle prize in seventh grade. You got tickets for passing a high-school level reading comprehension test. I mean, seventh-grade. And it still fits!"

 Derek laughed.

*click click click click click*

Stiles pulled back and looked at his camera. "Forget everything I said two minutes ago. There's our cover shot. Fuck, look at your cute little bunny teeth. And those eyes crinkles! We’re going to sell a million copies.”

“Gonna buy one yourself?”

Stiles winked. “I might even buy two.” He pulled his camera over his head and set it down on the stool next to the bathtub. “That’s a wrap. You can put your arms down. Or wherever.” 

Derek unhooked his arms with a low groan, while Stiles fidgeted on the edge of the bathtub. A second or two later he muttered, ‘Fuck it’ and dropped down fully into the tub, landing with his knees in the water on either side of Derek’s legs. He put a tentative hand on each of Derek’s thighs. “I really hope I’m not reading this wrong.”

Derek took a fistful of the t-shirt that absolutely did not fit and that he planned to steal later and burn. He tugged, lightly, and Stiles scooted obediently forward so that he was sitting directly above the zipper on Derek’s borrowed jeans.

Suddenly the water seemed a lot less cold. 

“I thought you could read at a high school level.”

“College,” Stiles blurted out. “Maybe even post-grad. No barely legal reading levels here.”

“Good,” said Derek, and pulled him the rest of the way down.

TYLER HOECHLIN

[noyzinerd]

I guess we're all just over here posting Sterek snippets-(Part 1)

So, I guess here's one of mine, not that anyone was asking 😅 (with more snippets to come soon, after some polishing).

A snippet from "Pseudology"

Understandably, Derek hadn't even thought twice about how Stiles had known, at the time, that Jennifer was the 'second psychotic, mass-murdering girlfriend Derek had ever dated'.

Because of course Stiles had found out about his relationship with Kate. That wasn't a surprise. He was Stiles. The boy was as curious as they came.

Derek had always just assumed Stiles had snooped through his records or something else highly invasive.

If that had been the case, Derek didn't think he would've even been that upset at Stiles for prying where he had no business prying.

If that had been the case, he would've just been grateful Stiles was able to keep his secret to himself for as long as he had.

If only that had been the case.

As Stiles' memory manifested all around Derek, building itself brick by brick in a swirl of clouds before his eyes, the scene laid out to him left his pulse pounding hot in his ears.

Boyd had long since fell unconscious under the unrelenting bite of the electric current. Erica was still able to watch through lidded eyes, however, as she had always had a higher tolerance for pain.

The crack of Gerard's fist against Stiles' face over and over again was loud enough to drown out the overworked whirring of the generator. A breathless cry slammed out of the boy in a wheeze as the Argent patriarch's fists began laying into his thin chest and stomach. Each impact landed with the devastating power of a military-trained veteran against a kid literally half his size.

The moment Gerard had thrown that first punch, Derek's body had instantly reacted. He had immediately grabbed at the old man in an effort to throw him off, only for his clawed hands to slip through the memory as if he were gripping smoke. 

Three more frantic tries proved just as ineffective as the first.

Derek could only watch uselessly as Stiles attempted to curl in on himself to soften the blows, trying his best to shield his face with his only free hand.

"Today's youth could do to learn some manners. Back in my day, you would address a man by 'sir.' 'Old geezer' would've gotten you the belt, no matter if you were at home or in the middle of the market. Seems that father of yours never took the time to properly discipline you."

He could hear the moment Stiles' ribs cracked, the snap of his bones under the skin, the plump lips that Stiles always worried between his teeth when he thought too hard were suddenly split open under the force of one of Gerard’s punches and it was awful. The more he saw, the worse it felt, and the tighter his chest got. As he watched, it was as if the knife he felt in his guts twisted deeper and deeper. The softer Stiles' grunts and whimpers got—the boy's will dropping farther and farther as the abuse continued—the more Derek wanted to do just about anything to make it all stop. He wanted to be there, not just watch, but really be there. To nuzzle up against the bloodied cheek, hold and comfort the boy, hold his hands over the blackening eye and draw away as much pain as he could into himself until the simpering cries faded into his shoulder where he would hold Stiles gently to him. Derek would rub his back and apologize for anything and everything and promise that it would all be alright. But as he stood, shifted with all the power in the world, watching the person he cared for more than life itself hurting, being tortured by the psychotic father of the psychotic bitch that had left nothing but a husk of what was once Derek, he couldn't help but clench his claws tightly into fists. The pain of his claws sinking into his own palms grounded him.

He had to focus. This Stiles was long passed. Present-Day Stiles, the Stiles of now, his Stiles needed him. If Derek managed to miss the secret of this memory, then the both of them would be subjected to this senseless beating all over again. He wouldn't be the one to do this to Stiles again. So as difficult as it was, Derek held himself back.

And Derek watched.

"The Argents will always be the last to stand amongst the filth as it washes away. We are the mighty pillars of the Coliseums while the creatures, the monsters of this world, the werewolves, are nothing more than the mindless lions. Even as the spectators sit cozy, in their stands, unaware of the protection we provide, we will prevail against the test of time. While they and all of their treacherous collaborators hide in the shadows we will do what we must to draw out the darkness and purge them all. Just as my daughter did, just as my granddaughter will. You will never understand the lengths our family will go to for our cause. Why, even if she had to sink to the depths of fornicating with the beasts, that was Kate's loyalty, her devotion." Gerard took that moment to straighten up with a crack to his back. The seasoned hunter let out a relieved sigh as he stretched out his arms and wiped his sweaty brow, like he had finished putting in a long day's work tending to his farm rather than physically breaking someone apart. There was no move to continue his attack once the old man was satisfied in knowing that Stiles wasn't going to uncurl from his huddled position on the floor anytime soon. However, that didn't stop the venomous words from continuing to spill into the air like a toxic vapor. "Not that that mindless thing would have any understanding of that. With nothing more than a few honeyed words and a wink, Kate single-handedly was able to reveal the beast beneath. So barbaric and dimwitted, he couldn't even think beyond his carnal urge to breed, spilling his secrets like a little songbird at the drop of a hat. The thing was too stupid to even look after his own kind. Led her straight to his den! See, that is what makes the difference between man and animal. Loyalty and devotion. It's what I like in you, Stiles. Here you are, beaten black and blue, yet still unwilling to rat out your so-called friends. That kind of devotion keeps you human. But tell me, young man, when the next pretty little thing tosses her hair at your 'pack', where do you think their loyalties are going to lie? Do you honestly think Scott would ever pick to save you over Allison? We already know Derek wouldn't, seeing as he would rather see his family burn in favor of any warm body he can find. What about these two? Or any other members of the Hale pack for that matter? If I were to cut them down right now, do you think either of them would rescue you? Because I'd be willing to bet they'd run with their tails tucked between their legs straight to their Alpha. They are driven solely by their instincts to feed, fuck, and flee. Face it, boy. Your loyalties are ill-founded. It would probably be in your best interest to stick with your own kind in the future."

In a whorl of misty fog, the Argent basement slowly faded away to a different setting.

The werewolf found himself now sitting beside Stiles in his Jeep as he drove himself home in silence, presumably only minutes after the beating that had occurred. Derek placed his hand carefully on top of this young Stiles' incorporeal one resting on the gear shift. It was all pointless, he knew, but at least this way he could pretend that he was doing anything to soothe the pain. Derek could trick himself, for just a second, into believing that maybe, in some way, this past version could feel even the tiniest bit of comfort from him.

God, it hurt.

Stiles hadn't said a word or shed a single tear during the entire drive. The silence was the eerie photo-negative of the chattering Stiles he knew. Even when he was furious or upset, Derek was so used to the constant stream of words occasionally mixed with tears and frustrated cries that seeing this quiet boy—gazing through his windshield with the blank stare of a prisoner of war—it scared him. It was like watching an echo of Stiles clicking on his right turn-signal to go home as if he hadn't been beaten into the ground and was now bleeding from his face. This Stiles felt wrong.

He felt wrong and hurt inside in a way Derek didn't know how to fix.

If they had been outside of the memory right then, the wolf wasn't sure he would know how to fix present-Stiles either.

[Part 2 of snippets]

[ambear9]

[sivyera]

DATING MALE CELEBRITIES WOULD INCLUDE...

ft. tyler hoechlin, jacob elordi, tom cruise, jeremy sumpter, robert pattinson, cillian murphy, henry cavill, tom hardy, sam worthington, tom felton, rupert grint

a/n: i was focused on actors that doesn't get much attention but if you have any other celebrity in mind, please let me know in the comments! also i don't know if this is good because i included their favourite things, hobbies etc (with you ofc) just to make it more detailed and not boring... so i hope you guys like it:) if you want more detailed fic or just about one celebrity, let me know!

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⤷ Tyler Hoechlin

-Tyler writes you love letters. Pretty often. When he cannot be with you or is busy with his job, he'll sit down at night when he's alone and write you a letter about how much he misses you, how he's doing and about his job.

-Tyler loves sports, mostly baseball. So he'll take you with him to play baseball; he doesn't care if you don't know how, he will be happy when you just throw a ball to him. He'll take you to hockey matching or ice skating, if you don't know how to ice skate, don't worry he'll gladly teach you.

-He can talk a bit Spanish so he'll sometimes call you by Spanish pet names like cariño, mi amor or querida. And he'll be all cheesy about it which makes you laugh but it's also really sweet when he does that.

-Tyler loves his family so he was a bit nervous when he first introduced you to them, because their opinion mattered to him but he also loved you. But his nervousness disappear right after you and his family clicked. His family loves you which makes Tyler so happy.

-He plays guitar so he often plays to you. He loves how your eyes light up when he plays, he just loves making you happy and if he's making you happy by playing on his guitar, he'll gladly play all day.

-Tyler also loves traveling so when he has a week off, he takes you somewhere to the forest camping or to the ocean to relax, depends where you wanna go.

⤷ Jacob Elordi

-Jacob would post you on his instagram like ALL THE TIME. On his stories or just regular post because he loves to show you of. He will also post the most random photos of you that you didn't even know he took. But he loves every single one of them.

-Because of his role on 'the kissing booth' he learned how to drive a motorcycle so sometimes he takes you for a ride, it makes the both of you feel so free and you are with each other.

-No surprise that Jacob loves sports. His most favourite are basketball and surfing. Which means he takes you to play basketball with him or watch him how he plays with his friends, cheering for him ofc. When it comes to surfing he'll gladly teach you but again he prefers when you cheer for him or just watch him after that you two will have a playful fight in water.

-Jacob is a huge cuddle bug and he just loves when you lay on his chest so he can wrap his big arms around your tiny figure. When he cannot cuddle with you he will have one of his arms on your shoulder or around your waist.

-Jacob is actually a fan of poetry so you often find him reading it, but he will be over the moon if you read him his favourite poetries. You two will also have deep conversations about the true meanings of the poetries.

-He's a huge dog lover so it will be no surprise of you two get a dog, maybe two.

-He will get your name tattooed on his chest close to his heart. And you two will get matching tattooes.

⤷ Tom Cruise

-Tom loves skydiving which makes you a bit worried all the time since it's a extreme sport but if you are also a fan of extreme sports than he'll take you with him.

-Tom likes junk food like chips, fries, coca-cola etc. so you two have almost everything that comes to your mind at home. When you two watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa, he always has some chips or popcorn.

-He loves when you read to him and he really appreciate it because he loves hearing your voice and he has dyslexia which makes it hard for him to read. He usually lays on your chest while you read to him and play with his hair.

-He's a pilot and he own several aircraft so when you need to relax and he needs to take a break from his job, you just get into one of them and fly wherever you two wants.

-Tom loves under water scenes, which makes him love water. Like I said when you two needs to take a break from work and the fame, you fly in is aircraft somewhere and the 'somewhere' it's mostly somewhere where is hot weather or beach or ocean/sea.

-Tom is famous for doing all of his stunts because he's a adrenaline junky but it makes you sometimes worried because it can be dangerous. He always make sure that after a stunt he goes to you, tells you he's okay and kiss you.

⤷ Jeremy Sumpter

-Jeremy loves traveling and his favourite color is green, which leads you two take a trip to the forest, pretty often. Just walking around, listening to the singing birds, holding each others hands and having silly or deep conversation, depends on the day and mood.

-Jeremy is a dog lover. He has a dog named Bear and he takes him on the trips to the forest you two go. Bear absolutely loves you which makes Jeremy happy.

-He loves your cooking but he himself is a bad cook so he either helps you, but you have to give him detailed informations or he just hugs you from behind and watch you cook. If you make his favourite food he will be the happiest man alive, his favourite food are spaghetti.

-Jeremy also loves sport and to his favourite ones belongs baseball and soccer. He used to play them when he was a kid so his mom shows you some of his photos where he is in a dress or something. He also takes you on matches and explains you all the rules.

-He also loves water and swimming, so when you two goes on some vacation is usually somewhere to the ocean.

-Jeremy loves the movie called 'The Deer Hunter' so you two watch it like all the time while cuddling on the sofa or bed. His face in your neck, his arms around your waist and your hand playing with his blond curls.

⤷ Robert Pattinson

-Robert is a music lover, he wrote few songs and he can also sing pretty well so it was no surprise when he wrote a song about you, then sing it to you while playing on the piano.

-He's fluent in French so when he's feeling extra romantic or just in a playful mood, he will talk to you in French or call you by some French pet names like Mon amour or Mon chéri, otherwise he calls you darling, my love or baby.

-Robert loves cooking and when is it with you, he's even more happy to do it. Sometimes when you are exhausted from job, he'll prepare you a nice dinner and visa verse.

-You two watch war, drama or horror movies together. For example 'The Exorcist' or 'Come and See' are the type of movies you two watch together, because he's a fan of paranormal same as you, which leads to deep conversations. Rob is hugging you from behind while still laying down on your shared bed. Him kissing the back of your head once in a while.

-Robert is a dog lover, he always helps the homeless dogs but he can never keep them. You two will soon get a dog and it will be one of the best decisions Rob could ever make (the first, best one was to start dating you).

-Rob is literature fan which means picnic dates. You two somewhere private, laying on a picnic blanket with some homemade food, reading books and then having deep conversations about them.

⤷ Cillian Murphy

-Cillian also loves music so it will be no surprise if he will made a song about you and he'll gladly sing it to you. He didn't write you just a one song, you have a full album of his songs that he gave you.

-At nights were you have a trouble to fall asleep, he will read to you. He will read you another chapter of your favourite book or poems he wrote (they are often about you). After he's done reading, he'll hug you tight with your head placed on his chest, rubbing small circles on your back with kiss on your forehead.

-Cillian is also a big fan of literature and he loves when you give him recommendations. He doesn't care what genre the book is (detective, romance, horror,...) if you recommended it to him, he will read it.

-You two end up getting a dog or a cat, maybe both. Because Cillian is an animal lover, you will do most of the job around the dog/cat because Cillian is often really busy but he'll always make a time for you.. and the dog/cat.

-He's big fan of a Liverpool football club so you two will often be seen on their games with matching t-shirts and caps.

-His favourite part of the day will be night (or every day time he can spend with you) because he can read to you, have you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest while placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, lips, neck (any part he can reach)

⤷ Henry Cavill

-Henry, to your surprise, loves playing games on his PC. When he plays he'll have you sat on his lap with his arms idly wrapped around you while still having his hands on the controller/mouse. From time to time he'll kiss any part of your skin he can reach (cheek, neck,..).

-He rides a motorcycle and he loves when you wanna ride with him. Your arms wrapped around his waist while just riding around with no care in the world.

-Henry can speak a bit of Italian, French and Spanish and if you will help him to get better in those languages, he'll be so grateful. But this 'learning dates' you two have never goes as you planned, because he is always distracted by your beauty.

-He also loves cooking so if you had a bad day, Henry is already waiting at your house with dinner and fresh flowers.And for dessert, a warm bath with soft kisses all over your face.

-Henry can ride a horse so one of his ideas for date is a picnic at beautiful meadow but getting there on horses. If you can't ride a horse that's fine, you will sat behind him, if you can ride a horse maybe you two will even race who's gonna be there first.

-He loves cuddling you, because you feel so small in his big arms. He loves having his arms wrapped around you because it makes him feel like he's protecting you but when you stroke his hair he absolutely melts into you.

⤷ Tom Hardy

-Tom LOVES motorcycles. And he LOVES you, which means that you and him are often seen by paparazzi on his motorcycle either just for a simple ride or with packed things ready to sleep somewhere in the woods in tent or something similar.

-Tom loves challenges, so on these trips on his motorcycle, he makes sure there are some adrenaline, challenging stuff like jumping off of a cliff to clear cold water.

-Going into the gym together, watching him workout OR workout with him, but if you do work out with him he'll make sure to have easier workout with you because he's much stronger than you and he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

-Tom loves reading comic books and he has one special comic book with Venom placed in the living room.

-He has a dog named Woody and when he's busy with acting, you will watch after him. Taking him out for walks, cuddling with him, playing with him and when he comes back and makes time for you and Woody, he'll make it up to the both of you.

-Tom has many tattoos all over his body so it's no surprise when one night when you two were making out you find out that he had you name tattooed on his lower belly near to his dick.

⤷ Sam Worthington

-Sam loves rock climbing for two main reasons, it's a excellent way how to relieve stress (besides spending time with you) and he can show off his back muscles, because he knows you love it.

-He's a lover of extreme sports so you can often be a bit worried that something can happen to him, but he always calms you down a bit with a kiss on your forehead. If you wanna try some of extreme sports with him, he'll be so happy.

-He's also a nature lover so trips are usually somewhere quiet and in nature, forest, meadow,... he loves going on trips with you because you two can be alone in peace and he can have you all to himself.

-He's an australian so it's no surprise he loves surfing. If you never tried it he will teach you but he won't be much focused on teaching, he's focused more on you and your beauty.

-Sam loves music AND he can play on the guitar and drums. He will take the guitar on the trips you two have, playing some songs you love on the guitar to you at the campfire.

-He also draws a lot. Many of his drawings are you or for you or of your favourite things. Please don't mind him, he just loves everything about you.

⤷ Tom Felton

-Everyone knows that Tom never left the Harry Potter fandom and you love Harry Potter as well, so it wasn't surprise when Tom posted you and him in a Harry Potter merch (him in Slytherin colors and you in your own house colors) on his instagram.

-He has a dog named Willow so his wallpaper is you holding Willow in your arms with Harry Potter merch on you (Willow has his Slytherin scarf and you have his Slytherin sweatsthirt)

-Again Tom as many other actors, loves music. He writes songs, sings, plays on a guitar. Many of his songs includes you and Willow, your relationship or his emotions.

-He will have your name tattooed near to his collarbone with a little heart next to it.

-Tom will show off his skills on his skateboard. He can skate pretty well and he's always so smiley and happy when you compliment him. If you ask, he'll also teach you few basic tricks but prepare for some bruises from all the falls, he'll kiss you as many times as much bruises you will have.

-Tom loves when you give him back massages, doesn't matter if you massage him with some fancy oils and with you palms stroking up and down on his back with some gentle rubbs or he can lay on your chest and you can scratch his back with you nails.

⤷ Rupert Grint

-Rupert loves ice cream and at one time he bought a ice cream van and gave ice cream to all the actors from Harry Potter with you helping him. He'll often take you on a ice cream date or will cuddle you while watching movies and eating ice cream.

-One of his favourite actors is Jim Carrey, which means you two often watch movies where he played and you somehow managed to get him a autograph form Jim, which made him incredibly happy you can't even imagine.

-If you two are not watching movies with Jim Carrey then definitely MCU movies, because he's a fan of marvel.

-Rupert love Artic Monkeys so when you two bake together there is always one of their songs playing softly in the background. He will often mumble the lyrics without realizing and if you point it out, he'll blush.

-Rupert is a dog lover so you two often visit nearest shelters and play with the dogs there. Rupert and you fell in love with one of the dogs, dalmatian named Teddy, so you adopted him. After a year you bought another dog but this time not from a shelter but from a verified seller.

-He loves photographing and his favourite things to photograph is you and your dogs, no wonder that there are so many pictures of you two or the dogs around the house, but he keeps his favourite besides him on his night table.

[theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming]

Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you): Week 17/18/19

Week [1] [2] [3] [4/5/6] [7] [8] [9] [10/11] [12/13] [14] [15] [16]

I swore I was never going to get 3 weeks behind again and yet..

So apologies to the authors that this rec list looks a little different and does not include the summary of the work. I feared this post would get to the length of Do You Like The Colour of The Sky if I included them all.

Happy Night Before the 9-1-1 Season 8 Finale to those who celebrate and uh.. Tyler Hoechlin was just on Inside of You (Michael Rosenbaum's Podcast) for the Sterek people. He did say he'd come back and do another Teen Wolf Movie [does he remember Derek is dead..] ANYWAY.

Sterek: 9 Buddie: 20

You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would by alice9 (2023•NR•38.8K•Kid Fic)

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[hedwig221b]

Do you know of any fics where Stiles does ballet or gymnastics or track? (Or even skating tbh) Especially fics where he keeps it a secret for a while!!! I like the idea of Derek/the pack finding out about Stiles' havin hobbies so.

I don't know about the secret thing, pretty much all of them are human aus... But here you go!

I'll dance with the wolves by artemis69

Derek is used to life changing moments. They are his sad, sad specialty. But nothing in his life has ever prepared him for the vision of Stiles entering the vast dance studio clad only in pale, tight pants and old dance shoes. Stiles sends them all a look, rolls his eyes, then turns his back to them and starts stretching.

Sun to my Moon by Writer_Jayne

Human College Student's AU where Derek is the star pitcher on the baseball team and Stiles is a ballet student. Meddling housemates lead to Derek asking Stiles to be his pretend boyfriend over Christmas break. Derek is out to his parents but they had not been respectful of his sexuality so he lied and said he had a boyfriend. This was solely inspired by an Instagram reel of Tyler Hoechlin wearing a baseball uniform in the film Undrafted. Shout out to my roomie BBCFangirl3000 for being my beta.

You're Thunder in the Sky by Delightful_I_Am

An ache settles high in his back, muscles tight across his shoulders. He revels in the burn when he stretches, hands reaching for the ceiling high above him; his foot sweeps the floor, toes pointed, his body rolling sinuously to the melody playing softly. The low music swells to a crescendo and he explodes into frenzied motion with the beat. Spinning and leaping, tumbling, never coming into contact with the floor for longer than a heartbeat, always in harmony with the music. This is when he feels alive. When everyone else has gone home and he can just feel. He lands, finally, on a wavering note, one knee dipped to the ground a sense of expectation hanging in the air, the last note dying off to leave a tense thrill in his body. He’s breathing hard as he brings his legs fully under him, lowering himself to the floor and bringing his knees to his chest, stretching his muscles. He’s so intent on warming down he fails to notice his captive audience. Fails to hear the low breath of his name.

precision. by lapislotus

Derek is transfixed. Stiles' face is contorted, lost in passion, in the music. His eyes are closed, lashes fanning over his cheeks. He’s so beautiful Derek wants to cry. OR the ballet dancer au no one asked for and I had to write.

It's not called gym-nice-tics by countrygirlsfun

It’s Beginner Gymnasts Camp and Derek has to help work it. Who knew putting up with his mother would land Derek a date with the cutest gymnast Derek has ever seen?

Falling and Missing the Ground by Strictly_Platonic

Stiles had two favorite things about the Olympic Village: the fruit bowl stocked with condoms with little miniature vaulting tables on the packaging, and the Starbucks stands in the lobbies of every single building and on the corner of every single street. Right now, having to be awake and moving at five-thirty in the goddamn morning after a late night of drinking and dancing with both the men’s and the women’s gymnastics teams, he was especially fond of the Starbuckses.

Home On The Ice by LadyDrace

Derek plays hockey in college, and one day his team has to share the rink with a figure skater. That's when things start getting really interesting.

Take The Ice by Hopeless ships (The_Danish_Biscuit)

To Derek Hale hockey was everything. It was the only reason he even tolerated High School and if given a choice the only thing he would be doing for the rest of his life. Some called him driven others called him fanatic. Derek called himself determined. Only one day a random meeting with a strangely fascinating young ice skater turns Derek's life upside down. A odd friendship blooms between them and Derek slowly comes to realise that his life isn't quite as simple as he thought. There might be more to life than ice hockey.

Triple Axel (Into My Heart) by raimykeller

Derek just wants to win one Olympic gold medal before he retires from skating. Stiles just wants to win Derek. AKA Olympics AU with men's figure skaters Stiles & Derek

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