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JEN is:
1. an engineer
2. a Batman enthusiast
3. awesomely hot
4. loves science
5. all of the above.
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I'M A POOR GRAD STUDENT, EVERY BIT HELPS:

fundamentals of office romance 

Argent Arms, everyday something we make, makes your life better, usually. 

Derek Hale generally considers himself to be a pretty successful guy. He’s got a loft apartment in a upscale part of the city, a car that is the envy of his peers and 401K that’s building into a quite a nest egg. But he hates his job. There’s no denying this, and honestly, if you catch him on a Friday after a couple of beers at the Jungle, he won’t deny it. He’s the head of a research and development department for one of the largest companies in America, Argent Arms. He once cared about being validated by the company but now he’d settle for being happy. It helps that he is very good at his job.

A typical day for him, is having his boss, Jennifer Blake, make outrageous demands followed by deadlines.

"We want to make a metal that is as hard as steel but can bounce like rubber," Jennifer asked storming into his office, "and is edible."

"We can do that," Derek replies.

"And we need a mouse that can withstand temperatures up to 195 degrees."

Derek raises his eyebrows but toes the company’s party line. “We can do that.”

He rubs the back of his neck and looks at his computer screen. “A computer mouse or live mouse?”

Turning to leave, Jennifer pauses.

"I’ll get back to you."

—-

He’s contemplated quitting on multiple occasions. But the guy who’s moving in the office across the hall makes Derek desire to stay at Argent Arms reassert itself with fierce fervour. He has unruly brown bed head hair and a great ass - pretty much sex on legs.

And then he turns around and he has the warmest honey brown eyes Derek’s ever seen. Derek almost hits his face on his office door as he quickly enters his office to get some focus that isn’t centered on the new guy’s wiry shoulders and tight ass.

Derek is leaning against his desk when Jennifer barges in.

He’s so screwed.

"Computer mouse."

Except he’s not.

"Easier."

—-

Derek doesn’t see the new guy for the rest of the week as it is crunch time before the end of the third quarter. His department covers industrial products, biomedical, cryogenics as well as defense technologies. His latest project is to weaponize a pumpkin.

"A pumpkin?" asks Boyd. "Do I even want to know?"

Despite the fact he hates the idea that his best friend from college could one day become a soul-sucking corporate douche bag, Derek’s happy that Boyd also works for Argent Arms. If he didn’t, Derek wouldn’t even see him at all.

Boyd occasionally visits from legal. Derek thinks it’s mainly to escape being on the same floor as Matt, who is just creepy.

In his best managerial voice, Derek imitates Jennifer’s no nonsense lecture voice. “There’s a country with whom we do business that grows a great deal of pumpkins, and would welcome additional uses for them. As well as cheaper ways to kill their enemies.”

"Seriously?" says Boyd in disbelief, raising his eyebrows. "Well, finally the pumpkin gets to do something besides Halloween."

"There’s pie," Derek declares with a thoughtful frown. He wonders if the new guy likes pie.

—-

It’s only through Erica that he finds out the new guy, Stiles Stilinski, is replacing their old product tester lead, who left under one of the company’s round of downsizing. Being fired around Argent Arms wasn’t pretty. When HR decides it wants somebody terminated, the extraction team swings into action descending on the unwitting employee before he or she can remove any sensitive information worth millions to Argent Arms’ competitors. 

—-

Derek is contemplating walking by Stiles’ office to offer him a tour of the office when Kate sidles up beside him. Her honey blonde hair illuminated by the florescent lighting along with her no nonsense pencil skirt making her legs go on for miles. Derek bites back a groan of irritation. She’s worse than Jennifer.

"Derek, I can’t have you sleeping with Stiles."

"I’m busy Kate, and what the hell?" he stops walking and gives her an incredulous look.

"It could embarrass me," she says, adjusting his tie with her sharp glossed nails. "Plus, I may not be done with you yet."

He swats her hand away and starts walking away.

"I’m pretty sure I’m gay, Kate.”

"We’ll see," she calls but he just continues walking, ignoring her. Sleeping with her wasn’t his finest moment. It’s one of the key points in his sister Laura’s powerpoint about his failed forays in the Argent Arms dating pool. 

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where stiles sending anonymous letters to derek who’s his neighbour to brighten his day. like he notices derek is grumpy. maybe he makes up a fake charity or letter writing company to just send derek some cheer. like good cheer inc. and derek doesn’t think anything of it especially when his anonymous penpal gives him recipe ideas and bakery recommendations and tea until his sister tells him good cheer inc isn’t a thing 

Welcome to Good Cheer Inc, Derek! You’ve received this letter because someone wants to add some cheer to your day. Good Cheer Inc is intended to give you methods to boost your confidence and self esteem through a series of letters.

Thanks to a special someone, you have will be receiving weekly Good Cheer for six months!

Together with this letter you have received your first Good Cheer package. Today’s Good Cheer is the recipe and ingredients for Grandma Cheer’s Chocolate Chip Cookies. Set your oven to 350 degrees, and let’s get started baking some Good Cheer!

Stiles worries that maybe he’s overstepped his neighbourly line but Derek in 4B always looks like a raincloud is perpetually raining down on him no matter the New York City weather. Coming from a small town, Stiles is used to neighbours coming over with dinner invitations and leftovers, but he knows maybe Beacon Hills hospitality won’t mesh well in NYC so he bought some fancy card stock from Bloomingdale’s and tooled around on his computer to make a professional letterhead and typed up his Grandma Stilinski’s double chocolate gooey chip cookie recipe and sent it off through the mail to Derek’s walk-up. 

It’s not until four days later when he smells the telltale scent of his grandmother’s cookies baking when he’s walking up to his apartment that he knows his plan is working.

Happy Saturday Derek! I hope those cookies were delicious. I’m sure everybody in your apartment complex was jealous as they walked through the halls and smelled them. Are you ready for your second week of Good Cheer, because I sure am!

Did you know that nine out of ten people who live in New York haven’t done seen basic famous elements of the city? A great element of building cheer is going out, exploring, and having fun! Today’s Good Cheer gift contains a reusable tote bag and a small grocery list to put together a picnic, because you’re going on a date. With yourself! 

Now, go grab your wallet. Don’t worry, you don’t need directions. The second envelop contains directions to your picnic locale!

It ends up being somewhere in Central Park, a perfect little getaway. Only a few people sprawled out reading and silently doing yoga. Derek settles on a small grassy knoll near the tree line. He can’t believe he’s outside, there’s a pile of work teeming on his desk back in his apartment and more than fifty unanswered work e-mails - but it is Saturday. His parents and sisters keep calling to remind him of that whenever he postpones visiting for another week giving excuses of work deadlines. 

But he’s out here eating samosas and butternut squash salad in the crisp sunny afternoon. The muscles in his back feel like they’re slowly unwinding in the warm sunshine. 

Good Cheer Inc. had the right idea. 

We hope you had a fantastic date with yourself last week! This week, we’re going to go back to the kitchen, because the weather forecast says showers and good cheer definitely doesn’t mean getting sick (though, you will need to go to the grocery store again).

Today we’re upgrading from Grandma Cheer’s Chocolate Chip Cookies to pie. Who doesn’t like pie? Nobody! Though, we do realize people like different kinds of pie, so here are two recipes: Mama Cheer’s Apple Pie and Papa Cheer’s Messy Pumpkin Pie.

Looking to get a little extra boost of cheer today? Make both pies and give one to a neighbor! Nothing says Good Cheer like surprising someone with delicious food.

Derek is actually looking forward to checking his mail. The bright envelope of Good Cheer Inc heralds him to forget his horrible day at work with bad coffee and pushy co-workers. He actually whistles while jogging up the stairs, ignoring the crotchety elevator as he rips open the envelope. He needs to grab the tote bag if he’s going to make it to the bodega around the corner before it closes. 

+++

Stiles is waiting for his coffee to finish brewing when there is a sharp rap-tap on his apartment’s door. It’s not even nine o’clock so Stiles doesn’t think it’s Mrs. Bergeron from 3D asking him if he can watch her dog, she usually only asks if her baby daughter has had a bad night. So he’s not expecting Derek of 4B to be on the other side of his door on the first Saturday he’s had off in two weeks. 

He thinks he reigns in his panic enough to open the door and greet Derek. The jig is up apparently. Good Cheer Inc. was a good idea while it lasted. Stiles opens the door fully prepared to face the music and cop to the whole thing but what he gets is an armful of pie. His dad’s Messy Pumpkin Pie to be exact. 

"Wha-" Stiles gapes at the Pyrex now in his open hands. 

"I made this," Derek of 4B states gruffly. "I can’t eat it all."

Stiles’ heart rate goes through a roller coaster of ups and downs before it gets to a steady state. Derek of 4B is giving him pie. He can’t help to be charmed by Derek’s fidgeting. 

"Thanks, dude," Stiles says with a warm smile. Derek’s eyes shoot up from staring at the pie to meet Stiles’ own eyes and Stiles can’t help but melt at the warmth behind them. Before he can stop himself his mouth opens. "Would you like some coffee?"

The flush of happiness that spreads onto Derek’s face is one that Stiles wouldn’t mind seeing every day.

Happy weekend, Derek! I hope you had a delightful time baking pies last weekend and truly hope you found some cheer in sharing one of them with a neighbor. Perhaps you even met someone new! I hope they were nice—though who couldn’t be, getting free homemade pie from a neighbor full of good cheer?

This weekend it’s time to get out of the house again. I’m sending you to Long Island City Community Boathouse for an hour-long paddle from Anable Basin to Hallets Cove. Take this as an opportunity to have a date with yourself, or take advantage of the two spots we reserved and treat a friend to a cheerful outdoor activity perfect for a beautiful weekend.

Bonus Cheer:

Take a picture! While you’re out on the river, take a photo of yourself, or just the city. A great way to sustain good cheer is having reminders of all the things that have brought a smile to your face in the past. (Don’t drop your camera, we’re not covering the cost of wet or sunken items, just Good Cheer.)

Derek has one more sliver of apple pie left. He’s been saving it for Friday night when he catches up with his DVR. He ran an extra mile at the gym and digs out the ice cream in back of the frozen peas from when Cora visited and insisted that he needed something in his pantry that wasn’t yogurt, granola or kale. He’s having his apple pie à la mode and staring at the latest Good Cheer Inc. letter on his coffee table. 

He spent all week trying to think of someone who would want to spend a in Long Island with him. He knows Erica and Boyd are painting their soon to-be nursery and he’s already made excuses over not being able to help with painting the crown moulding. Isaac has his brother Camden visiting from Annapolis for the weekend. So Derek is left at odds to invite. He knows Jennifer will get the wrong idea if he calls her. It’s been months since they broke up. He has a sinking feeling about who to call. He eyes his phone for a minute as he worries his spoon in his mouth with the last of the pie crust when he thinks of a charming whiskey eyed man living across the hall from him.

Stiles was warm company last weekend. Derek didn’t know what prompted him to stay for coffee and a lively debate over Star Wars trilogies but it was one of the best Saturdays he’s ever had in a long while. He mulls it over while cleaning up his kitchen and before he knows it he’s knocking on Stiles’ door with a spoon still in his hand. 

It’s too late to get rid of it when the apartment door opens. 

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swingsetindecember:

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where stiles sending anonymous letters to derek who’s his neighbour to brighten his day. like he notices derek is grumpy. maybe he makes up a fake charity or letter writing company to just send derek some cheer. like good cheer inc. and derek doesn’t think anything of it especially when his anonymous penpal gives him recipe ideas and bakery recommendations and tea until his sister tells him good cheer inc isn’t a thing 

Welcome to Good Cheer Inc, Derek! You’ve received this letter because someone wants to add some cheer to your day. Good Cheer Inc is intended to give you methods to boost your confidence and self esteem through a series of letters.

Thanks to a special someone, you have will be receiving weekly Good Cheer for six months!

Together with this letter you have received your first Good Cheer package. Today’s Good Cheer is the recipe and ingredients for Grandma Cheer’s Chocolate Chip Cookies. Set your oven to 350 degrees, and let’s get started baking some Good Cheer!

Stiles worries that maybe he’s overstepped his neighbourly line but Derek in 4B always looks like a raincloud is perpetually raining down on him no matter the New York City weather. Coming from a small town, Stiles is used to neighbours coming over with dinner invitations and leftovers, but he knows maybe Beacon Hills hospitality won’t mesh well in NYC so he bought some fancy card stock from Bloomingdale’s and tooled around on his computer to make a professional letterhead and typed up his Grandma Stilinski’s double chocolate gooey chip cookie recipe and sent it off through the mail to Derek’s walk-up. 

It’s not until four days later when he smells the telltale scent of his grandmother’s cookies baking when he’s walking up to his apartment that he knows his plan is working.

Happy Saturday Derek! I hope those cookies were delicious. I’m sure everybody in your apartment complex was jealous as they walked through the halls and smelled them. Are you ready for your second week of Good Cheer, because I sure am!

Did you know that nine out of ten people who live in New York haven’t done seen basic famous elements of the city? A great element of building cheer is going out, exploring, and having fun! Today’s Good Cheer gift contains a reusable tote bag and a small grocery list to put together a picnic, because you’re going on a date. With yourself! 

Now, go grab your wallet. Don’t worry, you don’t need directions. The second envelop contains directions to your picnic locale!

It ends up being somewhere in Central Park, a perfect little getaway. Only a few people sprawled out reading and silently doing yoga. Derek settles on a small grassy knoll near the tree line. He can’t believe he’s outside, there’s a pile of work teeming on his desk back in his apartment and more than fifty unanswered work e-mails - but it is Saturday. His parents and sisters keep calling to remind him of that whenever he postpones visiting for another week giving excuses of work deadlines. 

But he’s out here eating samosas and butternut squash salad in the crisp sunny afternoon. The muscles in his back feel like they’re slowly unwinding in the warm sunshine. 

Good Cheer Inc. had the right idea. 

We hope you had a fantastic date with yourself last week! This week, we’re going to go back to the kitchen, because the weather forecast says showers and good cheer definitely doesn’t mean getting sick (though, you will need to go to the grocery store again).

Today we’re upgrading from Grandma Cheer’s Chocolate Chip Cookies to pie. Who doesn’t like pie? Nobody! Though, we do realize people like different kinds of pie, so here are two recipes: Mama Cheer’s Apple Pie and Papa Cheer’s Messy Pumpkin Pie.

Looking to get a little extra boost of cheer today? Make both pies and give one to a neighbor! Nothing says Good Cheer like surprising someone with delicious food.

Derek is actually looking forward to checking his mail. The bright envelope of Good Cheer Inc heralds him to forget his horrible day at work with bad coffee and pushy co-workers. He actually whistles while jogging up the stairs, ignoring the crotchety elevator as he rips open the envelope. He needs to grab the tote bag if he’s going to make it to the bodega around the corner before it closes. 

+++

Stiles is waiting for his coffee to finish brewing when there is a sharp rap-tap on his apartment’s door. It’s not even nine o’clock so Stiles doesn’t think it’s Mrs. Bergeron from 3D asking him if he can watch her dog, she usually only asks if her baby daughter has had a bad night. So he’s not expecting Derek of 4B to be on the other side of his door on the first Saturday he’s had off in two weeks. 

He thinks he reigns in his panic enough to open the door and greet Derek. The jig is up apparently. Good Cheer Inc. was a good idea while it lasted. Stiles opens the door fully prepared to face the music and cop to the whole thing but what he gets is an armful of pie. His dad’s Messy Pumpkin Pie to be exact. 

"Wha-" Stiles gapes at the Pyrex now in his open hands. 

"I made this," Derek of 4B states gruffly. "I can’t eat it all."

Stiles’ heart rate goes through a roller coaster of ups and downs before it gets to a steady state. Derek of 4B is giving him pie. He can’t help to be charmed by Derek’s fidgeting. 

"Thanks, dude," Stiles says with a warm smile. Derek’s eyes shoot up from staring at the pie to meet Stiles’ own eyes and Stiles can’t help but melt at the warmth behind them. Before he can stop himself his mouth opens. "Would you like some coffee?"

The flush of happiness that spreads onto Derek’s face is one that Stiles wouldn’t mind seeing every day.

my stilesderek nerdery smut 

oh baby, oh baby

Ich Dich Liebe 

for halffizzbin, i hear it’s julie’s birthday. sorry if i am a bit belated. it’s a slice of Stop Talking About Comic Books (Or I’ll Kill You) 

Derek’s in the far wing of the Hale Manor in the family’s library trying to get through his German studies vocabulary sheet. Crime-fighting isn’t an excuse for his grade point average slipping up. And if he can master another language than maybe his mom will let him go undercover to break up that German smuggling ring that’s set up in the Gotham Narrows. Maybe if Derek tells Peter he’s mentoring Scott on stealth, Stiles could come. Derek’s last attempt to invite Stiles for an after patrol coffee didn’t go well. It’s like Stiles is avoiding him.

"I somehow doubt Ich dich liebe is on the test,” Cora pipes up from her perch on the rolling ladder on the nearby wall, his homework in her hands. 

"Give it back," he growls. He can’t believe she got the slip on him. His head needs to be more aware of his surroundings.

Cora just blows him a raspberry with her tongue. “Ich dich liebe Kid Flash,” Cora butchers with her atrocious English accent and bats her eyes. 

Derek lunges at her but she kicks off the ladder into a graceful barrel roll and is already on the other side of the room. 

"I should bring this to the next Teen Titans’ meeting," she grins.

"Spoiler!" He says with his work voice. 

"Nuh uh, Big Bro. Nightwing doesn’t scare me. I took down five guys in PCPs last week," Cora grins before running out of the library. "Laura! Look at the love note Derek wrote!"

Derek wishes he was an only child in these moments. Maybe Stiles doesn’t know German.

***

"Dude, I can’t believe you’re ditching me on patrol night," sighs Stiles as Scott arranges his utility belt for the fifth time. This time, the smoke grenades next to the flash ones on the left and the knock out darts on the right.

"I have to. Derek’s taking me on patrol in the Narrows," says Scott with a grin.

"Urgh, you suck," says Stiles. "Why is Derek buddying up with you? I thought he was vibing the whole dark and lone knight."

"He’s mentoring me," responds Scott. "He’ll be going to Bludhaven soon and-"

"Oh my God."

"I think this means I’ll be leading my-"

”- own team. Dude!” crows Stiles. “I so call co-captaincy.”

"Robin and Impulse.” Scott grins. They share a fist bump.

"You gotta let me come with you," Stiles says. 

"I thought you were avoiding Derek," says Scott with a frown. 

Stiles flushes bright red. “Well, yeah, wouldn’t you? I split coffee on his cape.”

Scott just shakes his head. “For a guy who moves at light speed, you sure do run into Derek a lot.”

"Hey! I don’t plan to. He’s suddenly everywhere I go. It’s creepy.”

Scott rolls his eyes. “You can come if you promise not to flash any news cameras.”

Dude, that was one time!” Stiles frowns hotly.

***

Stiles doesn’t know why but Spoiler keeps winking at him and saying “I love you” in German when he went to Titan Tower to pick up his undercover gear and spare running shoes.  

He’s ready to admit the whole Bat family is cracked.

114   •   Oct 17th, 2013
Derek straightens the last fold-out chair in the small study room of the third floor of the public library. In his neat elegant scrawl, he’s written on the small chalk board, Nancy Drew Sleuths Book Club.
“Really, Derek? You’re going to waste time on the insights of Nancy Drew here?” scoffs Uncle Peter from where he’s leaning by the open door. 
“Is that supposed to be an insult? Because Nancy Drew solved every case,” replies Derek with a glare towards his uncle. He really wished his uncle would go bother his sisters rather than badger Derek about his lack of social life and how he was letting down the family name by not playing basketball. 
Peter sniffs disdainfully at his young nephew. “I daresay, I tried to save you from social suicide, nephew,” he quips before slinking off to God knows where. Probably to spoil Harry Potter for some unsuspecting youth. Derek’s just glad Peter’s gone before he had a chance to scare anyone off. It’s bad enough that he may lose the club meeting room if he doesn’t get enough members this year.
Derek sighs before cracking open his favourite Nancy Drew adventure, he has more than enough time to reread it before anyone gets here. If they get here. He’s not sure how many of the flyers were torn down when he posted them all over school and the community bulletin boards. 
He’s quickly enraptured into chapter two when he hears a knock on the door. Pushing up his glasses, Derek pauses his reading. 
"Is this the Nancy Drew book club?" asks a familiar voice and Derek looks up from his novel to see none other than Stiles Stilinski, poking his head into the club room with his lacrosse gear slung over his right shoulder and Derek’s favourite mystery solving adventure in his left hand.

Derek straightens the last fold-out chair in the small study room of the third floor of the public library. In his neat elegant scrawl, he’s written on the small chalk board, Nancy Drew Sleuths Book Club.

Really, Derek? You’re going to waste time on the insights of Nancy Drew here?” scoffs Uncle Peter from where he’s leaning by the open door. 

Is that supposed to be an insult? Because Nancy Drew solved every case,” replies Derek with a glare towards his uncle. He really wished his uncle would go bother his sisters rather than badger Derek about his lack of social life and how he was letting down the family name by not playing basketball. 

Peter sniffs disdainfully at his young nephew. “I daresay, I tried to save you from social suicide, nephew,” he quips before slinking off to God knows where. Probably to spoil Harry Potter for some unsuspecting youth. Derek’s just glad Peter’s gone before he had a chance to scare anyone off. It’s bad enough that he may lose the club meeting room if he doesn’t get enough members this year.

Derek sighs before cracking open his favourite Nancy Drew adventure, he has more than enough time to reread it before anyone gets here. If they get here. He’s not sure how many of the flyers were torn down when he posted them all over school and the community bulletin boards. 

He’s quickly enraptured into chapter two when he hears a knock on the door. Pushing up his glasses, Derek pauses his reading. 

"Is this the Nancy Drew book club?" asks a familiar voice and Derek looks up from his novel to see none other than Stiles Stilinski, poking his head into the club room with his lacrosse gear slung over his right shoulder and Derek’s favourite mystery solving adventure in his left hand.

ma solitude a disparu 

"Hi," a pretty girl waves awkwardly before tucking a loose strand of her bangs behind her right ear. 

Boyd just raises his eye brows. He’s on break. Which clearly can be seen from his lunch bag and that he’s still chewing on the Doritos he started eating when the girl ambled over to where he was sitting in the ice rink’s bleachers on her covered skates. She managed to do it with more grace than more of the veteran hockey players that practiced in the evenings. 

"I thought you looked familiar," she smiles. Her dimples on her cheeks deepening. "Beacon Hills High? Vernon?"

Boyd gives a curt nod. She takes this as an invitation to sit next to him.

"I noticed you always sit alone at school," she continues like Boyd actually being social and not wondering why she’s talking to him in the first place. "I should know, I just moved here. It’s taken some getting used to. I haven’t really met anyone yet. Except Lydia, though her friends aren’t really-"

"Nice," he finishes and she nods with a bright laugh.

"Yes," she agrees as she sneaks out a Reese’s candy bar from her sweater pocket. She opens it with a delightful smile and hands him one cup.  He hesitantly takes it.

"Do you skate?" Allison asks after they share a companionable silence eating the chocolate. 

"Only after work, sometimes," Boyd says. "When my little sister asks."

"Must be nice," she says. "I mean, to have a sister. It’s just me."

Boyd doesn’t know what to say so he offers her a Doritos which gets a bright smile from her. 

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AND THEN THE PART WITH THE KISS??? :D

Shouldering past his sister, Derek leans closer to the sand coated prisoner with wild matted hair and a face that hadn’t seen a barber’s blade in more than a fortnight. This is his chance. Stilinski can finally get him closer to his dream.

You were actually at Hamunaptra?” Derek says almost breathlessly, his eyes blinking owlishly at Stilinski

"Yeah, I was there," the man leans closer to the bars, his molten amber eyes sparkling with a keen interest he didn’t show to seeing Laura.

"You swear?” Derek says, kneeling by the bars to avoid the warden’s hearing their conversation, his eyes alight with hope, he can feel his heart thundering with anticipation.

"Every damn day."

Derek visibly wilts. He can see his dreams of being a scholar crash down just like the library stacks this morning. It was his fault for hoping this would mean something. That finally something would go right. “No, I didn’t mean-“

Stilinski leans forward, gripping the bars. “I know what you meant,” he says softly, the soft timber of his voice drawing Derek’s eyes to his. “I was there, Seti’s place, city of the dead.”

"Could you tell me how to get there?" Derek asks, his eyes widening with hope. "I mean, the exact location," he hastily corrects.

Stilinski looks at him for a moment, and Derek feels like he can see his very soul. “You want to know?” he asks, beckoning Derek closer, his hands wrapping around the prison’s bars. 

Derek leans in closer, the cries and shouts of the prison seem to mute around him as he leans in more.

"Yes," Derek says, his wire frames edging down his nose as he leans in.

"You really want to know?" asks Stilinski, his warm breath whispering onto Derek’s sun-kissed skin. 

"Yes," Derek replies breathlessly.

In a quick flash, Stilinski’s large nimble hands let go of the bars and grabs Derek’s face pulling him into a kiss that swallows his breath and his good sense. The warm pressure ends when the guards shout, one finally tearing him away from Derek’s chapped lips. 

"Then get me the hell out of here," growls Stilinski. "Do it!"

There are now three guards pulling him backwards while hitting him with their bats. 

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Derek wracked his hands through his hair in frustration, making it stick out at odd angles like he was in a sandstorm. 

"You lied to me, Laura," he hisses in a high whisper as they followed the warden through the prison. Lecherous catcalls following them as they made their way to the holding cells. More to him than his sister which had him flushing more red than because of the hot desert heat.

"I lie to everybody, Derek. What makes you so special?" Laura says dryly and walks like this is a bloody Sunday stroll through the park and not a den of iniquity and vice.

"I am your brother!" Derek whispers as another in-mate tries to touch him through the bars. Derek draws his tweed jacket closer.

"Yes, well that just makes you more gullible, really. I mean, you still tell Uncle Peter everything."

"Uncle Peter doesn’t do business from drunks at the local casbar."

"Actually, I picked his pockets - so I don’t think it’s a very good idea to stir up trouble again," says Laura.

Stole!" yelps Derek, pushing up his wire rimmed glasses and nearly tripping over a loose cobblestone underfoot. "You didn’t mention that!”

"You didn’t ask, Der-bear. Really, now, how do you think I keep finding you all those little trinkets?"

Derek opens and closes his mouth in shock before wildly looking around. He regrets leaving the messy library for this. Except, finding Hamunaptra would finally show those stuff-nosed scholars that he’s more than experienced enough. “What exactly is this man in prison for?”

We Just Touched Awkwardly (Was That Strange For You Like It Was Strange For Me?) 

Stiles sees Derek for the first time in seven years in the Viridian forest. Well, he spots his Arcanine first because Derek’s trapped under a fell tree. Quite spectacularly. Stiles regretfully repockets a Pokéball he drew out in hopes of capturing the Arcanine. Stiles could use more fire-types in his set. His next gym is in Pewter City.

"Pi-chu,” Stiles’ Pichu chirps out inquiringly. It snaps back Stiles to the problem at hand. Helping a fellow Pokémon trainer out.

At first he doesn’t know it’s Derek because, at first, he just sees an Arcanine, the likes of which he hasn’t seen since Derek Hale left Beacon Hills and out of Stiles’ life forever. Derek may not know it but Stiles always admired him. And it’s one of the reasons Stiles decided to be a Pokémon trainer rather than join the Beacon Hills police force like his dad. Stiles has always wanted an Arcanine because Derek had one. Then he thinks that’s stupid because the chances of it being Derek’s Arcanine are slim to none. Beacon Hills gossip rang out that Derek was a gym leader or something. Mrs. Hale loved bragging about her children. Like how Laura was researching some legendary Pokémon on an island somewhere. And Derek raking in tournament money.

So it’s surprising for the Pokémon that Stiles spots to look over and say “Arca!” like it knows Stiles.

"Who’s there?" says Derek in a rough voice.

"Derek?" Stiles asks because of course Stiles remembers Derek. Stiles used to trail around after him with his Pichu in hopes of gaining training prowess through osmosis. It mainly irritated the hell out of Derek and amused their parents. Stiles regrets a lot of his childhood memories via secondary nostalgia embarrassment.

Pichu runs ahead and by the time he gets there Pichu’s purring under Derek’s nimble hands that has Stiles wishing he could trade places. Seriously, Derek’s hands have only gotten more awesome. But the Arcanine that nudges his leg has him see the fell tree log that has Derek’s leg trapped.

"Stiles?" Derek says in surprise. His face pale and sweaty from exertion. Stiles sees the awkward angle of his ankle. It must be broken. 

"Small world, eh?" Stiles says in deference of nothing else. Words fail him. Derek Hale remembers himHim.

"I was worried I’d be stuck here alone," says Derek. 

Stiles regains his faculties for his hand to go to his belt where his Pokéballs are clipped. “Yeah, I’ll get you out of there in no time,” assures Stiles. ”Wouldn’t want the Alpha Twin Team to find you.”

"Urgh, teams like that are horrible. In my day there was a guy who called himself the Demon Wolf," mutters Derek. "Is it true they talk in rhyme?”

"Yeah, right after they take off their shirts. I mean, I am all for shirtless guys. But these guys aren’t my type. I’m all about a fine ass-" Stiles says, pulling out a fighting type Pokémon to lift the log. His brain catches up with his mouth. “I mean, all for equal shirtlessness.”

"Glad you still have discerning taste, Stiles," says Derek, wryly. 

+++

They’re making good time together. Stiles makes a good crutch for Derek to gingerly walk with towards Pewter City. They’re actually the same height now. Stiles could have never imagined that he’d be able to look the infamous Derek Hale in the eye one day.

They won’t make it to the city before night fall but at least Derek’s leg is in a splint. Clinics are open late anyways in bigger cities. 

Derek’s Arcanine has been making lazy circles around them, warding off any wild Pokémon who get the wrong idea. 

"I’ll owe you more than a cup of coffee for this," says Derek as them limp along the dirt road. They can see the city’s lights in the distance. 

"Try dinner," Stiles says cheekily with a bit of strain from supporting Derek’s weight. "I’ve been living off instant soup for the past week."

Stiles’ Pichu gives a resounding “chu" in agreement. 

Derek chuckles. “Coming from the kid that used to hound his dad for eating curly fries, that’s something.”

Stiles spurts indignantly. “They’re unhealthy!”

 ”Mmmhmm,” nods Derek, with faux seriousness. “So’s the sodium level in instant soup.”

"We can’t all be Mr. Perfect," mutters Stiles. It must be a trick of the setting sun but Derek looks like he’s blushing.

I Knew You Were Trouble (The Epic Tale of Sugar Bottoms) - Swing Set in December (swing_set13) - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own] 

Finally posted it to AO3.

ARTIST: Beach House
TRACK: Take Care
ALBUM: Teen Dream
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#KITTENS AND ROOMBAS is now a thing on my blog

it’s no good unless it’s real  

The roomba does a pretty good job of cleaning the main floor the loft. Leaves more time for Derek to tackle the dishes. And the roomba gives Sugar Bottoms a new opponent for target practice. Derek’s not ashamed to have taken a couple of videos of her pridefully beaming from the top of the roomba as it picks up stray dust bunnies and plaster from the last Alpha break-in. 

He’s uploaded the best ones onto his laptop. His phone usually has the misfortune of getting crushed every other week. He lost an adorable picture of Sugar B last week to a couple of rogue hunters. 

The roomba whirls around his feet. It’s lasted longer than any electronic device Derek has ever owned. Though it’s a bit rough around the edges. Dented. But still rumbles along the floor.

Derek vehemently ignores that the rainbow stickers on it are from him. From a packet that survived the fire. They’re vintage now. And suit the roomba. Sugar Bottom loves the colours. Better than any dust mote. 

more inspiration for my patisseries and bike cops fic. (in every job that must be done, there is an element of fun)