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Derek has a twin brother

Date me or my brother by Hepzheba | 2.5K

Derek is straight and his usual grumpy self, Derek also has a twin who is Gay and a complete Player. Somehow, Derek finds himself filling in for his Twin because the Player has double booked himself on the dating seen. Enter Stiles… Maybe Derek’s not so straight.

Love And Peace Or Else by suchfun | 23.3K | Mature

“I met a guy, we had a thing, and now he’s stalking me. Wow, wasn’t that a sweet fairy tale for the ages, now we can all sleep happily.” Declan gets up, tries to push past Derek to get to the door, but Derek shoves him back down.

“Who was he?” he pretty much growls. “If he was an—”

“He’s an alpha in training,” Declan says, a combination of like fifty percent gleeful, forty percent smug and the tiniest percent contrite. From the way it seems to be directed at Derek, their relationship is even more messed up than Stiles thought. “Son of the Wirth pack Alpha.”

“The New York Wirth pack. The pack that took Laura and me in after our family— after the fire.” Derek clenches his jaw. “Their alpha was an ally!”

“I’d say… not anymore?” he replies lazily.

Stiles has a twin brother

cool story, bro by drunktuesdays | 13K | Explicit

Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that’s why he’s attracted to the pack at first, because it’s something that’s just his, not his twin’s too. 

and i thought it only a dream by bleepobleep | 1.5K

Derek only started getting the dreams a few years ago, and he knows what it means, his soulmate is younger than him. Laura teases him incessantly about it, but Derek doesn’t pay her any mind. The dreams are fuzzy at best, he only has a fleeting glimpse of plaid shirts and laughter and a pink mouth.

As Laura and he start on their roadtrip back to California from New York, the dreams start to get clearer. Every state they cross, Derek can see the outline of his soulmate get more defined, knows that he has brown eyes, a gorgeous smile and fluffy hair that looks soft to touch.

I May Be A Twin But I’m One Of A Kind by Nerdy_fangirl_57 | 2.8K

Stiles tells Stuart everything. Even about his massive crush on Derek Hale. Well, he didn’t tell him it was Derek per se but he still told Stuart he was practically in love with the guy.

Then Stuart tells him that Derek asked him out. Only, Stuart is straight, so, Stiles has to pretend to be Stuart and go on a date with the guy he’s been majorly crushing on since freshman year.

Fuck his life.

Double Take by Trenchcoat Hunter (Reedt) | 4K

She says that people who from a young age were made to feel like they kept doing things wrong - people who’s parents had impossibly high standards for them, people who were bullied, people who have special needs, people who didn’t develop crushes on the “right” people, people who didn’t act like the “right” gender - basically ended up being made to feel guilty so much that guilt became their default response to everything. Guilt became the emotional response to anything which the person didn’t already have a set emotion for.

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 4701

Derek tries really hard to do the right thing, Stiles thinks Derek’s idea of the right thing is the wrong thing, and John does his best to help.

Updated 02/21/2019 (***)

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A/B/O Fic Recs

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Amnesia AUs***

Angsty Fics

Arranged Marriage Fics

Assassin AUs

Baseball AUs

Bed Sharing Fics

Blind Date AUs

Bodyguard AUs***

Bottom Derek Fic Recs

Break Up/Make Up Fics

Businessman Derek

Chef Derek Fics

Classic Sterek Fics***

Coffee Shop AUs

College AUs

Coming Out Fics

Christmas Fics

Deaf (mute) Stiles

Deaged Derek***

Derek Gets Therapy***

Emissary Stiles Fics

Enemies to Lovers

Failwolf Derek***

Fairy Tale AUs

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Feral Derek***

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Fluffy Fics***

Friends to Lovers

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Full Wolf Derek***

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Hooker Stiles AUs

How Stiles and Derek Got Together***

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Jealous Derek***

Jealous Stiles***

Jock!Derek/Nerd!Stiles Fics

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Librarian AUs

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Meeting Online***

Mistaken Identity Fics

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Novel Length Fics

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Pack Fics

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Pining Fic Recs

Pirate AUs

Protective Derek AUs

Post-Apocalypse Fics

Reality TV Fics

Rebuilding the Hale House

Scent Marking

Scott is a Bad Friend***

Secret Relationship AUs

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Sex Magic AUs

Slave AUs

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Snowed In AUs

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Sterek and Exes

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Stiles is New to Beacon Hills***

Stiles is Pushed out of the Pack***

Spy AUs

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WereFox!Stiles AUs

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Werewolf Stiles AUs

Witch Stiles Fic Recs

ARIES: Running away when a problem arises instead of talking about it.

TAURUS: Quick to get upset over very little things.

GEMINI: Trouble taking things seriously.

CANCER: Not owning up and accepting responsibility for the things they do wrong.

LEO: Jumping to conclusions, assuming the worst.

VIRGO: Willingness to do anything just to prove a minuscule point.

LIBRA: Wanting to be the center of attention. All of the time.

SCORPIO: Getting attached too quickly.

SAGITTARIUS: Being honest to a fault.

CAPRICORN: Indecisiveness.

AQUARIUS: Sometimes having no regard for other people’s feelings.

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Do I Wanna Know? by Batedbreath (5,287 | 1/3 | R)

Derek Hale is a writer and an English professor at the University Stiles attends. Stiles is an advice columnist and a barista at the coffee shop Professor Hale goes to every day.

Fantasy Football by NadiaHart (32,462 | 11/16 | R)

Derek Hale, first-string quarterback for the U.C Berkeley football team is an All-American, red-blooded male, straight as an arrow. Well, at least, that’s what everyone around him believes. What they don’t know is that he’s crushing hard on the school’s Quidditch Club star player. When his coach forces him to recruit said Quidditch player, Derek’s life becomes a lot more complicated. 

Nothing to Worry About by IJustGoNormalSometimes (1,994 | 1/1 | G)

Stiles is uncomfortable by everybody making advances on his hotter-than-the-sun boyfriend, but the girls know exactly what to say to make him realize that maybe, just maybe, he’s got nothing to worry about.

Hey SourWolf by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (3,270 | 1/1 | G)

Derek had honestly expected the post-its to stop once Stiles had moved in, but they didn’t. If Stiles woke up first, Derek got little post-its all over the place. When Derek woke up first, he made breakfast because the notes thing was Stiles’ thing and he didn’t want to encroach on that. He’d asked once if Stiles wanted him to do it, but he’d insisted he was just happy as long as Derek was, so Derek decided breakfast was more his speed. He made amazing French toast, or so said Stiles. It worked for them.

Every morning, for two years, if Derek woke up second, he always knew he could expect little post-its from Stiles, even if sometimes they were passive aggressive, at least he had them, and they were his.

Greenberg Jr. flushes from his mop of floppy brown curls right down his throat. “Band looked interesting, sir.”

“You can’t read music. Greenberg, you can barely even read.”

“I thought I could have a natural talent?” Greenberg offers.

Derek stares at him. “Who’s the girl?“ he asks tiredly.

“Angelica Wilson,” Greenberg says in a rush. “She’s first flute and her hair is like silvery sunshine and she loves band and—”

“It’s too late to transfer out?” Derek interrupts. 

“Yeah,” Greenberg says, scuffing his toe. “I didn’t think this music stuff would be so hard, but Mr. Stilinski gave me an F-sharp on my last exam and he says my grades are in the key of tragedy.“

Which means Greenberg can’t participate in the cross country meet next week, and goddammit their chances for state were good this year.

“I’ll talk to him,” Derek says.

“Yeah, Coach?” Greenberg perks up. 

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Derek says. “Most of those artsy types hate us because we get all the funding.“

He hasn’t met Mr. Stilinski, hasn’t really heard much about him because Derek doesn’t run in those circles. He’s rarely ever in the teacher’s lounge, and he spends most of his time in his office near the gym.

He pictures a white-haired maestro with bony hands and a hooked nose. He’s not sure why—well, maybe he’s remembering his own brief foray into middle school band. 

He knocks politely on the music room door, but doesn’t hear an answer. The door is unlocked, so he pushes his way inside to find a student wearing headphones and flailing and dancing to music in the middle of the room, his long arms conducting to a beat Derek can’t hear.

The kid looks older, like maybe he’s a senior, and he has a back and shoulders that Derek wouldn’t mind trying out for the wrestling team.

Just then, the kid turns around and spots Derek. His big, brown eyes go wide, and he says, “Fuck!” really loudly, ripping the earbuds from his ears. “Dude, creep like a cat much?“

“Language,” Derek instantly reprimands. “Does your teacher know you’re in here by yourself?“

“My… teacher?” the kid says. Shit, he’s cute. Derek has an immediate crisis of conscience. He crosses his arms over his chest and puts on his best ‘You call that a good finish?’ face.

“Mr. Stilinski,” Derek says.

“Yeah?” the kid answers, like he’s waiting for something.

“I am two seconds from hauling you down to the principal’s office,” Derek glowers. “Don’t get smart with me.“

“I literally have no idea what is happening right now,” the kid says.

“Where is your teacher?” Derek grinds out. “You’re in here unsupervised. Are you skipping class?“

“Oh,” the kid says. His face slides into a wide grin. “Oh. Yeah, the teach knows I’m here. You might say I’m his favorite student.”

“Yeah?” Derek says. “Where’s your pass?“ 

“Don’t need one,” the kid says. “I practically run this class.“

Derek narrows his eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Stiles,” the kid replies. He looks like he’s taking an unholy delight in the entire conversation. “Mr. Stilinski should be back any minute.“

“Right,” Derek says. “Then you don’t mind if I stay here and wait for him.“ It’s not a question. He doesn’t trust this little punk, but he hasn’t caught the kid doing anything more than being an insult to dancing.

“I don’t mind at all,” Stiles says, giving Derek what he can only describe as a leer. Thank God this kid is a shit, or Derek would be worried about how attractive he is.

“Whatcha need Mr. Stilinksi for, anyway?” Stiles asks. He walks to the piano bench and sits down, opening up the piano cover and running his long, very dexterous fingers along the keys. Derek tries not to notice.

“That’s none of your business,” Derek says. “I have something to discuss with him.“

Stiles makes a humming noise, and presses down lightly on a few keys, playing a simple melody. “Gotcha. You’re one of the coaches, aren’t you?”

Derek refrains from rolling his eyes. He’s wearing a white polo shirt, red running shorts, and sneakers. “What gave it away?“ he says. “The whistle?”

“That and the incredibly well-defined legs you have there. Track coach?”

“That is inappropriate, young man,” Derek snaps. “And if I hear it again, I will write you up.“

Stiles fingers play a clashing chord and he gives a full-body shiver. ”Wow, I did not realize that I had a disciplinary kink.“

Derek feels a flush spread across his cheeks. “That’s it, I warned you. You’re coming with me to the principal’s office right now.”

“Have I been a bad boy?” Stiles asks, fluttering his eyelashes. He laughs as his fingers fly over the piano keys, and what sounds like an extremely complicated melody spills forth, beautiful and joyful.

Derek is momentarily stunned into silence. He blinks. Shit, the kid is talented. Then he shakes his head, berating himself for getting distracted. He’s not going to let this little shit get him in trouble—he’s not the first puffed up high schooler who’s tried out unsubtle flirting on Derek.

“You’re going to be lucky if I don’t give you detention for the rest of the quarter.”

Stiles spins on the bench to face him, a teasing smile on his face. “That would give me very little time for lesson plans.“

“What?”

Stiles spreads his hands wide. “Stiles Stilinski, at your service. You have me at a disadvantage. I still don’t know your name, Coach.“

"What?” Derek says again, this time a little faintly. A tiny voice inside him starts cheering like it’s the finish line. This is the teacher?

Stiles raises an eyebrow. “I’m Mr. Stilinski. Word has it from a reliable source that you were looking for me.“

"You’re Mr. Stilinski? The music teacher?”

“And international man of mystery,” Stiles—Mr. Stilinski—agrees.

“What the hell kind of name is Stiles Stilinski?”

“A musical one, I like to think,” Stiles says, standing and walking toward Derek. “Sorry about the dishonesty. I just thought it was funny.“ He holds out his hand to shake.

"Ha,” Derek says, then, “Ha,“ again after a long pause. He doesn’t take Stiles’ hand.

"Yeah, that settles it,” Stiles says. “Derek Hale, right?“

"What?” Derek says, startled. He knows they haven’t met before. He would have remembered Stiles.

“Don’t worry about it,” Stiles says. “Let’s just say your reputation precedes you. So, what brings you to my humble chamber of musical and lyrical learning?“

"Greenberg,” Derek bites out, and watches understanding crash across Stiles’ face.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Greenberg. Terrible student, but very determined.”

“If he doesn’t pass your class, he can’t run track,” Derek says. “And while his brain may be less than musically inclined, his legs are college material.“

Stiles’ expressive face hardens into seriousness. “Oh. Right. So you want me to pass him.”

“Yes,” Derek says, relieved that they’re on the same page.

“Sure,” Stiles says. “The second you impress me with your music skills.“

"What?” Derek says. He feels like he’s been saying that a lot the last few minutes.“

"Well, Coach Hale,” Stiles says, his expression less than pleasant. “This is not the first time a friendly coach has tried to get me to give one of his athletes a better grade than he deserves, because of course how could music be as important as sports, the backbone of our very nation.“

"Look, Stiles—” Derek starts.

“Mr. Stilinski,” Stiles says, voice icy.

“Mr. Stilisnki,” Derek repeats. “We have a shot at State this year and—”

“And I have a marching band that’s gearing up for the Rose Parade after winter break,” Stiles says. “If Greenberg spent more time studying his sheet music than staring at Angelica Wilson, he might do better in my class and actually learn how to play an oboe less like a recorder.“

“Give him a different instrument,” Derek says. “An oboe? Isn’t there something easier? What about the drums?“

"The drums require precision and dedication,” Stiles says, eyes sparking. “It’s the heartbeat of the band, and it requires rigorous practice.“

"I don’t understand why you’re being unreasonable about this,” Derek says through gritted teeth. “The principal is a big fan of the track team, you know.“

"And also never misses a halftime show,” Stiles snaps back.

They glare at each other. 

Mr. Stilinski looks very attractive when he’s angry.

“Fine,” Derek says, stomping over to the instrument room. He heads inside and rummages around, emerging victorious with a triangle.

Stiles gives him an incredulous look. “Are you going to ring the kids in for dinner?“

"You want music? Here’s some music.”

He then proceeds to play the worst and most terrible triangle solo in history. And he plays it viciously.

By the end, Stiles is doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down his face. Even Derek is smiling.

“S-stop,” Stiles stutters through his laughter, holding up a hand. “Oh, God, p-please stop.“ He wipes at his eyes. “Did you join band for a cute girl, too?”

“Boy,” Derek says, and knows he’s blushing. 

“Really?” Stiles asks, his gaze keen. “Then I’ll give Greenberg some extra tutoring to help raise his grade on one condition: you take me out to dinner.“

"That seems extortionate,” Derek replies, unable to hide his smirk. “And unethical.“

"And asking another teacher to change a student’s grade isn’t?”

“That’s a favor,” Derek says.

Stiles squints and purses his lips. “I take it back. Dinner and you perform that triangle solo at your big track meet.“

Derek knew he should have quit while he was ahead. “Fine,” he says. “If that’s what it takes.“

"Derek,” Stiles says, slipping closer. He puts a hand on Derek’s chest and waggles his eyebrows. “I think we’ll make beautiful music together.“

Derek is simultaneously annoyed and aroused.

He has a suspicion that will become normal.

"And after dinner,” Stiles says, his eyes dark, “we can discuss your instrument.“

"Can we?” Derek asks, his voice gruff. Stiles’ fingers play with his whistle, and it’s not even a metaphor.

“Uh huh,” Stiles says, grinning slyly. “I’m very good with instruments.“

——

"Go, Greenberg, go!” Derek shouts as Greenberg crosses the finish line, at least eight seconds faster than his nearest competitor. A booming cheer erupts from the stands and Derek hears the band start up a rousing version of “That’s the Way (Uh Huh) I Like It.“

Derek catches Stiles’ wink, even though Stiles’ back is mostly toward him while he conducts. 

Derek sighs and picks up the triangle, waiting for his cue.

Ting.