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“Woah are those real?” Stiles found himself saying as he reached out and squeezed the man’s (it was a man and not a brick wall, Stiles’ brain supplies) bicep which was bulging under the guy’s shirt.
Stiles hasn’t even looked at the man’s face too preoccupied gasping at the tone muscles in front of him.
“Something tells me you’re the infamous Stiles.”
“Stiles, yes that’s my name, well it’s not really my name that’s too hard for anyone to pronounce so it’s just Stiles. Or you know, some colorful names the lower IQs of this place like to make up. But Stiles, you can call me Stiles.” Stiles rambles on, watching the man try to suppress a grin and failing.
He has a gorgeous smile that made his bunny teeth present and his eyes crinkle and Stiles thinks he might be a little bit in love.
“Nice to meet you Stiles, why don’t you take a seat.” The man, Stiles doesn’t even know his name and he’s already starting to plan their wedding, says with a nod to the already full classroom.
Stiles hasn’t even heard the bell ring.
Huh.
“But I didn’t get your name,” Stiles replies.
“Mr. Hale, I’m your new English teacher.”
Fuck.
Edited February 2023
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“Dude!” Scott says. “Did you know Derek Hale is over there?!”
Stiles laughs, nodding. “Yeah, Scotty, I noticed.”
“You have to go say something! We have to go say something!”
“Say what?” Stiles asks. “I see your 2014 hat trick against the Oilers in my dreams?”
“That would be a good place to start,” Scott says. “You should tell him about the rookie card!”
“So I can seem like a pathetic kid?” Stiles scoffs. “Yeah, great idea.”
“I think it’s cute,” Kira tells him. “Very sweet.”
“Sweet,” Lydia agrees, “but not sexy.”
“Sexy?” Scott says, screwing up his face. “Why would we want to be sexy in front of Derek Hale?”
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In which Derek is Stiles' hockey hero, and they end up in the same bar together one spring evening in 2017.
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Opening the front door to his dwelling, Peter breathed in his home’s scent to ground him. The house’s earthy aroma of pine and cedar infiltrated his nostrils as he clanked the keys in the bowl by the door. Shutting the door behind him and toeing off his shoes, his wolf’s hackles immediately rose as the fragrance of security and comfort began to intermingle with underlying scents of ozone, metal, and was that chocolate?
Taking more practiced steps towards the source, his claws elongated from his finger tips and his fangs protruded from his gum line. Approaching the kitchen where not only the origin was emitting from but a jackrabbit heartbeat was thumping to an unknown beat. Peter growled when he saw the strange figure sitting at his kitchen table like he owned the place. The young man who had wispy brown hair and a mole dotted face was drinking soda from a can and had his feet plopped up on an adjacent chair.
He almost seemed unperturbed by Peter’s presence due to his relaxed status in a werewolf’s home. Either he was naïve or just dumb. “I was wondering when you would finally get home.”
Just dumb it is.
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“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”
“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.
“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.
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When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.
Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.
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Vampires have come to Beacon Hills to kill Chris and Allison, to kill the last Argents, because an Argent had killed the late Lady Gajos. This was not how Stiles had imagined revealing that he was a vampire and, by technicality, the lord of Beacon Hills.
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