Sterek AU: Christmas is the one day of the year when Stiles can call Derek cute and fluffy without Derek glaring at him.
STEREK AU: Scott McCall, his girlfriend Allison and best friend Stiles are in their own small band called the ‘Beaconators’ (courtesy of Stiles Stilinski) and decide to take part in a Battle of the Bands contest a few towns over. As they get to the final they butt heads badly with their competitors ’The Wolf Pack’, their lead singer/guitarist called Derek Hale takes a deep shine to the competitions drummer. In order for Scott’s band to win, there’s one condition to be met for Derek Hale. He gets Stiles Stilinski.
Derek: “It’s simple enough. I get Stiles and your bad excuse for a band can win the contest.”
Scott: “Dude, over my dead body.”
Stiles: “No, no, no, you know what Scott, it’s cool. I’ll ugh, take one for the team on this one. Seriously, let me take this one. Definitely taking this bullet.”
Scott: “Wow, I can smell your desperation from here.”
Stiles: “Shuttup, it’s a win/win. We in the contest and I get boned by the hot band leader. Don’t take this one away from me Scott or I swear to God.”
Stiles drives Derek home after their first sex date. He worries that Derek didn`t enjoy himself as much as he did and he gets insecure about it.
(Source: acawolves)
Superhero AU
All the sketches were rejected in the end and nobody wanted to be a hero. And Stiles got hit again for the remade Derek costume
Every time I draw for the superhero AU it all ends up being just something Teen Wolf, because they aren’t wearing costumes there. They’re just teenagers and don’t want to deal with threats to Earth. So here are some sketches by Stiles. Because if anyone was excited about this - it was him.
Teen Wolf AU - in which Stiles spends the night in jail and he can’t understand what officer Hale is saying because he’s f*cking hot and Stiles can’t focus.
Teen Wolf AU - Professor Hale and his mate meet for the first time.
oR COLLEGE AU OF DOOM (THEY HAVE LOCKERS IN COLLEGE, MINE DID…AT LEAST)
(Source: vanehwasreal)
alpha!allison, beta!lydia, and beta!stiles aka the freakin brain trust to take over beacon hills over night with it’s badassery.
(Source: dylanofuckme)
AU - The Angels Take Beacon Hills
└ Derek will tear time and space apart to find Stiles again. No angel, nor paradox, will keep an Alpha from his mate.
(Source: ohvegeta)
Grumpy Cat AU » Derek gets hit with a spell during battle and all of his ‘sourwolf’ qualities get magicked into grumpy cat, leaving human!derek with a Hoechlin-esque personality, all earnest and endearing like pre-fire Derek. Stiles gets coerced into keeping both of them at his house until they can find a counterspell to combine the two back together.
Human!Derek and Stiles hit it off while cat!Derek is too proud to be jealous (but he is).
(Source: eeames)
a love like theirs cannot be totaled.
#i want a night rider fusion fic #where stiles is the annoying nav in derek’s camaro #and sasses him constantly #especially when he gets gas#’oh that’s it big boy you stick that nozzle in’ #’you stick it in real good’ #’stiles SHUT UP’#’oh baby did you spring for premium?’ #’mmm mmm you know what stiles likes’ #’stiles i will literally buy nothing but unleaded and put only used tires on you’ #’derek why do you gotta hurt me this way? don’t i make my engine rumble real good for you?’ #’you are the worst thing in my life’ #’you say that until you’re tucked in my comfortable backseat for a nap’ #’i’m taking you to the scrap heap’ #’oh derek don’t be that way LET’S FIGHT CRIME’#’i regret my entire life to this point’ #AND THEN STILES TURNS INTO A HUMAN AND THEN THEY SEX #also there’s at least one tailpipe joke #the end (via aggybird)
FILE UNDER: THINGS I NEED DESPERATELY.
See also: Derek eventually find out that S.T.I.L.E.S. (OR G.E.N.I.M.!!!) is based on a real person, whom he eventually meets. and by meets I mean fucks and falls in love with.
Derek should have known something was up when he gets the car free of charge – cars like that don’t just change hands for no reason, and certainly not without significant amounts of money being involved. He takes the keys anyway, and because the universe hates him, and he’s also apparently not learned the “Definitely look a gift horse in the mouth, you idiot” lesson well enough, he immediately regrets his decision.
Well, immediately is probably a bit of an overstatement. It’s more ‘as soon as he gets in the car’ than ‘as soon as the keys are handed over’ but really it’s the principle of the matter.
“So tall, dark, and handsome, where are you taking me? Better be somewhere classy – I’m not a cheap date.” Derek jumps at that because while he may not be the most observant person ever, he’s pretty fucking sure no one else got in the car with him, and a quick scan of the interior proves he’s all alone.
“BOO!” There’s a bit of a snicker after that one, followed by some theatrical but completely stereotypical ghost noises, which Derek can’t locate for the life of him. He considers that this is the former owner’s idea of a cheap prank, pressing buttons on the radio to see if that will cease the constant stream of howls that are now playing on repeat.
“Oh hey, hey man that – that tickles oh boy wow okay no don’t push that button oh god stop that” If it’s possible, the voice – the male voice – is pretty breathless now, and Derek wrenches his fingers away from the console in pure, unadulterated horror.
“Okay, so a little more intimate than I was hoping to get before proper intros, but you know, I guess I can make an exception for you big guy. Pretty magnanimous of me, if I do say so myself.” There is at least one word in there that Derek does not understand, and he wrinkles his brow in confusion. “Never mind doll face, don’t worry your pretty little head over it. All you need to know is I’ll be the JARVIS to your Tony Stark. The Alfred to your Bruce Wayne, the – ”
“Is this some kind of joke?” Derek asks, interrupting the superhero analogies in an attempt to get this kid – and it definitely sounds like a kid, probably somewhere in his teens with the way his voice hasn’t dropped too low – to shut up. “Tell me where the hidden camera is so I can rip it out and get some peace and quiet in here.”
“Look man, no joke okay? Like, legit. I would make another JARVIS analogy, but you don’t look the comic book type. But hey, I get it. Well, no, not really, because if my car started comparing itself to JARVIS I’d be pretty fucking pumped so – ”
“Where. Is. The. Camera.” Derek grits out, hands clenched in his lap as he glares suspiciously around the interior, trying to locate any obvious blinking lights that might indicate a camcorder. Clearly he’s being taped, since the reactions from this kid are real time and appropriate to the situation. Unless every new owner of this car reacts the exact same way each time, Derek seriously doubts this is prerecorded playback.
“No cameras! Well, actually, that’s kind of a lie. Like, a really dirty, filthy lie. I have tons of cameras. But. You know. They don’t lead to a person on the other side.” By now Derek has leaned over the front seat to start pulling on the seatbelts in the back and trying to tear up upholstery. There’s a bit of a muffled scream before the passenger side seat flips up to reveal an empty compartment and a CD comes flying out of the console.
“Don’t do that dude! How would you like it if I started, I dunno, ripping your hair out? Rude.” The seat resettles itself, and the console lights up before a screen flips into existence. “Why don’t you just take a look at this informational video for a sec before you start dismantling me because man, that is really unpleasant let me tell you.” The screen crackles to life and an insignia that looks vaguely military flashes across it for a few seconds before Derek is shown a rotating 3D model of the car he’s currently sitting in.
“Welcome [New Owner] Please enter name —-” a cool female voice reads off to him as a keyboard is pulled up on the bottom of the screen. Derek tentatively enters letters into the touchpad and the screen flickers again, this time showing a pixilated sprite of a clearly male teenager – and Derek so called that – waving jauntily at him.
“Welcome [Derek]! Prepare for a wild ride. I’m Security Training for International Lemurs and Illegitimate Sisters. Okay, I’m totally making that up, but that’s way cooler than what it actually stands for so whatever. Cleverly, it becomes the acronym S.T.I.L.E.S. which, when pronounced, almost sounds like a name! You know how most guys consider their cars female? Yeah, no. I feel like the ladybug from ‘Bug’s Life’ every time I burst their bubble. Anyway, moving along – ” The sprite wanders to the edge of the screen and starts making its way along the dashboard, lighting up features as it goes. “This is all really important shit you should probably look up in the owner’s manual at some point, but you know, if you ask nicely enough I could probably tell you. Oh yeah, most important bit, I am your car.” As if to punctuate the point, everything in the car starts going haywire before the sprite dramatically raises its arms and everything stops. “As in, I’m the A.I. that lives, breathes, and controls everything in this car, from your music – ” and here a gruff voice snaps ‘Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’ “ – to the speed of the car.” The engine revs dramatically, followed by a satisfying hum that vibrates throughout the whole car. “So be nice to me, and I’ll consider not ejecting you.” Stiles – and wow, okay, Derek did not just use that name – sounds very self satisfied as the car shuts itself off, the sprite disappearing after giving him a cheeky grin and a wave. The screen flips back into the console, leaving Derek in utter silence.
Well, for all of four seconds. Derek counted.
“Pretty cool huh? Man, there is nothing like freedom. Please tell me you’re some kind of transient vagabond who travels across the US – been cooped up in the city too long and I could use a good road trip.”
Derek growls, but he nods an affirmative. After all, hunting down Kate is going to be the biggest road trip he’ll ever take.
((So this kind of got away from me. Also, is there a way to insert a “read more” on this? I’m super bad at Tumblr guys.))
Sterek AU: Derek Hale was a twenty-four year old recluse with terminal cancer. He knew he was going to die; he knew the cancer eating away at his lungs was going to eventually snatch his life away, slipping right through his fingers like the wind ruffling his hair. His sister Laura didn’t find his lifestyle to be healthy, finding him “too depressing to look at, moping around the house all the time.” So that was how he found himself going to a support group for young adults with cancer — to “socialize with his peers,” as Laura said cheerfully. And that was how he met Stiles Stilinski, a twenty year old boy with chronic leukemia.
“I’m in love with you,” Stiles said quietly.
“Stiles,” Derek replied.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at him, and he could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
(Source: tylerohoechlin)
“Who are you? Why do you smell like Stiles?”
“What? You don’t recognize me?” The man didn’t wilt, not even when Derek’s hands twisted the worn leather in his grip. “I’m hurt.”
