teddy-the-yeti said: uuuh. UHHHHH! Kitten shopping!! or at the pet store~ :D
[24 ficlets in 24 hours, #23]
Derek only meant to go in and buy a new UV lightbulb for Laura’s pet lizard, Jackson. He’s standing in the aisle of the pet store, frowning at the different versions and trying to remember how many Watts when he hears someone say, “No, poor Cylops,” in a miserable voice.
Derek looks up and sees a guy wearing a nametag that reads “STILES”, holding the most desolate (and somehow still cute) looking kitten Derek’s seen. The poor thing only has one eye and the saddest looking expression, and for some reason (it’s probably the combination of attractive guy and cute fuzzy animal) Derek is kind of awestruck. He watches Stiles talk to a harsh looking woman, whose nametag simply says “MANAGER”, pleading about the cat.
"You know the rules, Stiles," the manager says. "No adoptions within three weeks, animals go to the shelter. We get a new set of kittens and puppies tomorrow."
"But Cyclops won’t last a day in the shelter," Stiles says sadly. "You know they have a kill policy."
"I’ll adopt the cat," Derek finds himself saying.
Anonymous said: Do you know of any fics where either if them are in the military?
derek is in the military:
thank god your heart is too close (complete | 3,469 | Not Rated)
There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.
Air Mail. (complete | 20,229 | Not Rated)
‘’Oh my god’’ Stiles breathed out as heavy booted footsteps faded away down the hall. ‘’oh my god’’
‘’Stiles?’’ Allison asked as he scrambled around the desk searching for the last letter before he was thrusting it at their faces.
‘’It’s him…my soldier…it’s him, it’s Mattie’s dad’’ He told them, his eyes wide as Allison took the letter from him, ‘’oh my god, oh my god and I fainted in front of him…oh Jesus Christ’’
Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday (complete | 1,395 | PG)
When Stiles woke at ten the next morning, Derek was curled tight around him, Erica’s head in the dip of Derek’s waist, and Isaac’s thin form thrown over their legs, Scott lying around both Stiles and Isaac while Lydia slept in as small a ball as possible on Stiles’s chest, Boyd’s hand on her head as if she’d had a nightmare. Stiles smiled to himself, going back to staring at Derek’s sleeping features. The curve of his eyelashes and the relaxed shape of his mouth. He wanted to trace his finger over the line of Derek’s nose, leave hickies over the straight edge of Derek’s jaw. It was new and old and so good Stiles wanted to cry.
Derek was home.
Dress Blue Eyes (complete | 887 | PG)
Stiles really hates eating in the school cafeteria, but Scott insisted since “it was cold outside.” Which was insane since it was sunny and about seventy degrees. But looking around the crowded room he saw the uniform first, then the electric blue eyes flashing beneath the black rim of the white hat. One thought flashed through his mind:
if you’re not here to turn the lights off (i can’t sleep) (complete | 7234 | Rated E)
“Honey! I’m home!” Stiles shouted into the empty apartment as he moved quickly through to the kitchen, dumping his backpack onto bench before crossing to the fridge and crossing off another day on the calendar. A month and a half. That was how long was left until Derek came home, until he was safe. Everyday felt like a lifetime to Stiles.
stiles is in the military:
The Last Time (complete | 10,874 | Rated E)
Stiles is leaving in the morning and Derek can’t find the words to say how he feels. Instead, he shows him.
My Baby Shot Me Down (complete | 1,386 | Rated PG-13)
Stiles left ten years ago without a word, and now he’s back, and he looks a little different.
The Division (complete | 11,389 | Rated E)
They recruited him right out of high school. He doesn’t know why he accepted, he. He just did. Maybe because at eighteen he’d already seen more death than a lot of people did by eighty, and maybe this was a chance to get around it, get ahead of it, put an end to it. Some of it. Death itself can’t be stopped, not without something worse. Maybe he thought they’d show him how to be the something worse.
A Good Man Is Hard To Find (complete | 1,086 | PG)
A long dead soldier looks out from the frame. No one remembers his war, no one remembers his name.
AirWolf (complete | 45,045 | Rated E)
An elite black ops program flying experimental helicopters called Wolves is deployed in the desert of Afghanistan.
Stiles Stilinski is an onboard Systems Operator and his pilot is one hotheaded Derek Hale.
Goodnight Sweetheart (complete | 9,512 | Rated M)
The day Stiles gets home he glances at a photograph of his mother and breaks down in tears. But he picks himself up, dusts himself off, hangs up his army uniform, and sits down to read the paper.
In the Air, On Land, and Sea (complete | 6,443 | PG)
In which Derek is a marine on his way home. He meets Stiles, a marine on his way to war.
Squared Away (complete | 15,809 | Rated PG-13)
Alpha LT Derek Hale gets a promotion, a pack, and a mission. Stiles is a complication.
Corporal Punishment (complete | 3,942 | Rated E)
“I’ve been reluctant to stoop to your level, but you leave me no choice. All previous experience tells me that no amount of push-ups or nighttime cross country running will improve your behavior.”
Stiles smirks. “The perks of growing up with ADHD, I’m in fairly good shape.”
Hale pinches the bridge of his nose, nostrils flaring. “Right. Stand up, Stilinski. Hands on the desk.”
It doesn’t occur to Stiles what that particular order entails before he’s standing, half bent over the desk in order to reach with his hands. This position seems fairly suggestive.
Saturday Night at the Movies | Tony/Loki | Dialogue-only, shortfic
"They’re filming a movie. Leave ‘em alone. It’s good for everyone’s publicity."
"They seem to have miscast me. Should your adversary have all the charisma of a day-old tankard of ale?"
"I thought your people drank mead."
"My people? Oh, Stark, allow me to tell you of my people—”
"Forget I said anything, icypants. Anyway, he’s not that bad. Not compared to the guy they dug up for me. I offered to play the part myself, but I was mysteriously denied leave by a certain captain. A captain of America."
"Good. If I’m unable to play myself, neither can you."
"Don’t let me stop you from playing with yourself."
"It’s you I want to play with."
"Ha! I’m not even going to touch that."
"Of course not. You always cry headache, don’t you? I haven’t dented your suit in weeks."
"Someone’s been offworld. Jotunheim? Asgard? Mars? I can never keep track."
"Don’t tell me you missed me. There’s always my comely likeness over there, throwing himself at yours."
"We just don’t have the same spark. You know the one, right? Really bright and green, always seems to make my suit vibrate?"
"Just the suit?"
"Buy me dinner first."
"I could be persuaded, but your currency is the only one they accept in these parts."
"You’re right, but you could pay me."
"I hear that is somewhat illegal."
"And you’re such a stickler for the rules."
"…I admit, I missed this. Nothing but dullards and fools on every other world. I feel quite invigorated. Do you suppose they’ll include our strange understanding in their feature?"
"Considering I made it a condition of their obtaining the rights to the story? I’d say definitely."
"Hm. Two tickets to the premiere, then?"
"It’s a date."
Letters Never Sent
Derek writes love letters. They’re not to anyone. It’s just a habit he picked up in New York, when he was alone and going crazy with the feeling of being hemmed in by all that pavement and glass that didn’t give a shit about anyone, alive or dead. Laura hadn’t counted. How could he talk to her? She’d hate him if she knew.
They started off being to the idea of Kate, the person she was supposed to be: someone a little better than him, hotter and older and smarter. But with a soul, this time. Someone who’d never hurt him, and who’d know what to do about the mess that’s suddenly his life. Love you, can’t wait to hear from you, he used to sign them, and imagine the replies she would write. He even came up with a name, but it could just as well have been “not-Kate” for all the meaning it held. Amanda or something. He doesn’t even remember. He dropped it such a long time ago.
They’re not about Kate anymore, or Amanda. He doesn’t want hero worship, and he writes to someone who’s flawed, like him. Who maybe doesn’t have all the answers, but who’d try. The important thing is that Derek can tell this person anything - anything - and it’s okay. They still love him.
24 fics in 24 hours
wow, what a day. i’m exhausted. i hope you guys have enjoyed the ride! here’s all the fics that got published today, if you missed any.
- stiles attempts to carry derek to bed
- harry potter au + getting caught making out
- weirdest game of horse ever
- college au + the only ones who didn’t know class was cancelled
- stiles is a cookie dealer
- college au + panties + falling asleep in the laundry room
- honey i shrunk the derek (bonus fanart)
- guy, you took my jacket by mistake (m4m)
- drunk stiles + the majestic woodland creature
- blooms in adversity
- college au + pretentious poets
- invisible stiles
- guy, you took my jacket by mistake (m4m), part two
- food for thought (bonus graphic)
- derek trains for a marathon
- college au + got into separate bar fights and meeting at the ER
- stiles wears DOB’s orgy shirt and derek is really affected by it
- blooms in adversity, part two
- high school au + fake baby project
- college au + drunk at a gas station
- derek gets glasses and stiles can’t handle it
- harry potter au + reuinited and it feels so good
- the one with the kitten
wait, that’s only TWENTY-THREE FICS you say? i also have a new chapter for you!
its derek hale wtf (M, 15k) chapter 9 update
Stiles doesn’t buy the whole magical, transcendent soulmate reveal story, snickers at all those movies where the couple touches each others marks for the first time, eyes glimmering over in emotion when they feel the bond surge through their bodies (who comes up with this stuff?), shakes his head at all those dreamy-eyed people willing to shell out money to track down their other half.
Stiles is just really ambivalent about the whole thing. He meets his other half in his lifetime? Cool. If not? It’s just fine; he’s happy where he is.
At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.
You know how this story ends, but how does it begin?