#office!stiles

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He's right by Alba55 (1/1 | 2,717 | NC17)

“Mr. Hale, I have your publicist on the fourth line” Stiles said as he rushed inside that tiny room.Derek was lying on the couch, holding his classical Fender Stratocaster on his lap, his right hand resting on the body of the guitar as his left hand randomly pressed the strings. He was wearing his usual ragged jeans, black boots and one of his Metallica t-shirts, the 'Ride the Lightning' one, in fact. His face was blank, looking dazed at the ceiling.

If We Could Match by InTheArmsofaThief (9/9 | 23,455 | NC17)

As Stiles waits behind the camera during an interview, he thinks he should maybe quit. Because, in all honesty, despite the charming smile the actor is pulling out for EW, Derek Hale is kind of a jerk.

The Wolf of Wall Street by disputejada (2/? | 7,110 | R)

Stiles is a single father, looking for work and finds it in a stock exchange company. He thinks this is his big break for him and his little one, but finds that he's not only there for the money now.

Double Negatives by i_am_girlfriday (1/1 | 31,020 | NC17)

Derek is a high powered lawyer, and a born and bred Upper East Sider. Stiles is a broke actor who’s grateful to land a full time job as Derek’s newest assistant. Their working relationship is one hundred percent professional...except for when it's not.

A Hammer to the Heart by anyankafirequeen (1/1 | 9,149 | PG13)

“Actually we were talking about the quarterly market, but if you’d rather discuss your recent obsession with tall, dark and angry out there, we can do that too.”

Lydia is a smartass and a bamf and Stiles really just has no idea how this is happening to him.

Ambition is Critical by orphan_account (1/1 | 1,944 | PG13)

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“What happened to your sweet Camaro?” Stiles asked.

“His sister borrowed it,” Erica said cheerfully. “Drove to Lake Tahoe for the holidays and left him here without transportation and fending for himself.”

This was... perfect, actually. Stiles needed a fake date and Derek needed a drive. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll drive you to and from the party and in return I get to tell Mrs. Gordon you’re my date.”

“Fine.” Derek nodded.

Derek likes to spend his downtime between book contracts doing something calming, relaxing, and just for him. Unfortunately, this holiday season his sister has other things in mind, which is how he finds himself working in the women's department at Macy's. He might, just a little bit (or maybe a lot), want to kill himself. Or Laura.

Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.