#teacher!derek

There have been whispers around the school that Mr Stilinski and Mr Hale are dating. They decide to set the record straight.

They’ve heard the whispers circulating the school, a buzz of chatter filling the school halls like a swarm of bees.

Mr Hale – the English teacher – and Mr Stilinski – the history teacher and assistant coach for the lacrosse team – are dating.

They weren’t quite sure when it started, but whispers of their alleged relationship had spread throughout the school. Snippets of gossip and rumours would trail back to them.

“Did you see the way Mr Hale looked at Mr Stilinski today?”

“I’ve never seen Mr Hale smile, but Mr Stilinski makes him smile.”

“They’d make such a cute couple.”

“I saw Mr Stilinski in Mr Hale’s office the other day.”

“Mr Hale helped Mr Stilinski put away the sports gear after practice yesterday, and they were in the equipment room for quite some time.”

“Mr Hale and Mr Stilinski always spend their lunch breaks together in their classrooms.”

For the most part, they were amusing, harmless gossip and stories made up by kids who had watched a few too many romance movies, but it was starting to get out of hand. So Stiles and Derek decided to address the rumours.

Yeah.

Because Maybe by bleep0bleep 

(1/1 I 2,115 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is a kindergartner teacher on summer vacation, wanting to pick up a hobby. He puts out a Craigslist ad looking for someone to give him guitar lessons.

Stiles only knows how to play Wonderwall and finds Derek's ad in the m4m section of Craigslist. He thinks he's scored a hot date.

Derek The Craft Guru by literaryoblivion

(1/1 I 2,848 I General I Sterek)

He’s not quite sure why he started watching these videos.

No, wait. That’s a lie. He knows. It’s because Lydia told him he needed to get a hobby, and Stiles decided to take her literally to prove to her that he can totally have a hobby and can be awesome at it.

Except he is so not awesome at it.

So he goes to YouTube to learn and finds Derek.

Somebody Else's Lake by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 3,205 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek loves to go mermaiding as a hobby, he goes out every morning to get a little peace and solitude in the water... he just never expected to be followed home by an actual mermaid- or .. er... merman

Parallax by uraneia

(1/1 I 10,549 I Explicit I Sterek)

Parallax: noun. The effect whereby the position or direction of an object appears to differ when viewed from different positions, e.g., through the viewfinder and the lens of a camera.

With the pack (and Stiles) starting college, Derek is bored. He needs a hobby--or a job. Which is how he comes to model for Alpha Studios.

He just never thought Stiles would end up working there too.

The Sun Comes Crashing In by pinetreelady

(1/1 I 17,273 I Explicit I Sterek)

Coming back to the moment, the guy says, "So, you got a plan for all your canning? A big family, or lots of friends and co-workers?"

"Not really," Derek says wryly. "It's a ... new hobby, I guess, and I got a little carried away." A little, he thinks, that's a laugh. Hugely carried away, is more like it. "I have way, way more than I know what to do with."

"Happens," the guy says, smiling into his eyes. Derek's heart skips a beat as the eye contact lasts a second longer than it maybe should. "I'm Stiles, by the way," he says, holding out a hand.

Derek shakes his hand, has to remind himself to let go. "Derek," he answers, and feels his ears warm up.

OR

A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.

According To You by inhystereks 

(1/1 I 23,087 I Teen I Sterek)

“Make it your new hobby,” Stiles said mischievously, “Listen to the weirdest podcasts you can find in your free time. Dental podcasts. Pasta lovers podcasts. Podcasts for water bottle enthusiasts. Podcasts for men determined to have sex with cacti.”

Derek caved and burst into laughter at the last one. “Please tell me that’s not actually a podcast you had to transcribe for.”

He’d just set it back down when the door opened, and a shadow appeared in front of him, taking the seat across from him. Jackson’s name was on his lips as he rose his gaze from his drink, but the word stuck in his throat, because it wasn’t Jackson.

“I’m really sorry, can you be my boyfriend?” Derek asked breathlessly, panic on his face and looking seconds away from losing his shit.

Stiles didn’t even have the chance to reply, because the second he saw crazy lady walk into the coffee shop, he just immediately leaned over the table and planted a kiss right on Derek’s lips. The other man seemed startled, but he recovered quickly and brought one hand up to press against Stiles’ cheek.

Hey! I hope you are well! 💜

I've Got it Bad, Got it Bad, Got it Bad by RedRidingStiles | 47.7K | Mature

“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.

Knotty Professor by CharWright5 | 20.1K | Explicit

It wasn't the first time Stiles had totally lost focus while working on an essay, writing a topic that most definitely wasn't the assigned one. It was, however, the first time a teacher—or professor, in this case—decided that his paper was so inaccurate he would have to give the student a first hand lesson in order to right his wrongs. Which, this time, meant teaching Stiles exactly what it was like to be knotted.

The PlayLiszt by dylanssourwolf | 21.5K | Explicit

Dr. Derek Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature.

While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław. Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything.

And We Only Saw Half the Ballet by meglimeg | 19.1K | Mature

Stiles is one of those, ‘love or hate’ kinds of students. The smart-ass, obnoxious, loud-mouthed sort of kid that a teacher will either love to teach, or hate to teach. He tends to be a hit with the older teachers and the younger teachers; the ones who are either young enough to relate to him or old enough to appreciate how different he is from the other students. It’s the ones in the middle, the ones who feel like they deserve his respect but never seem to be able to earn it, that hate him. Finstock and Harris could write sonnets about being pissed off with Stiles.

But basically, everyone has their side. Love or hate. No in-betweens.

Except for Derek. Derek’s in between. Predictably.

take a chance on me by Rena | 1.9K

"Right. I’ll just go up to him and ask him if he wants to go on a date and maybe also spend the rest of his life with me," Stiles snarks. “‘Cause that’ll go over so well."

"Hold on, you wanna spend the rest of your life with him?" Scott gapes at him and hits his shins with a pillow. "Stiles, you didn’t tell me you were in this deep!"

“‘s not like it matters,” Stiles mumbles. “I’m just one face in a lecture room with sixty students, he barely even knows I exist.”

Lydia snorts. “Oh, trust me, honey, he’s noticed you.”

Quaking Aspen by popfly | 4.6K | Mature

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”

The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

I know it’s like 5:30 am but I hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Derek wasn't usually a nosy neighbor. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He was an introvert at heart. He had been ever since he was a little kid.

It was just another facet of his personality, one that his sisters and absolutely adored poking fun at. It was a great source of entertainment amongst a pack of werewolves that valued camaraderie and community above all else.

That wasn't to say Derek didn't cherish those values just as much as the rest of his pack. In fact, he appreciated them more than anyone else solely because he was so selective about the company he kept.

In high school, he had only had two friends, Boyd and Erica, who managed to accommodate his reticence and dry humor enough to want to actively hang out with him. Beyond them, he didn't have many friends, or acquaintances period.

Sure, he had been popular enough thanks to the positions he held on the basketball and baseball teams — being captain wasn't something to turn one's nose up at — but that popularity was limited outside of games.

He had never been invited to the parties celebrating the wins that he was mostly responsible. He had always been both grateful for and annoyed by that fact: on one hand he hated parties with a passion but on the other hand, it was nice to be invited.

While he almost single-handedly carried both teams he played on, he had always been, and always would be, a nerd at heart. He would take a quiet afternoon spent reading and sipping tea over a raucous night partying any day.

That being said, it was no wonder why he became an English teacher.

After graduating from Stanford, he managed to secure a highly sought after position at the high school in his hometown. Apparently, the previous holder of the position was a darach, reminding him of just how crazy the little town of Beacon Hills was.

After a few months of living with his parents while he settled into his new job, Derek found himself an apartment in town. It was closer to the school than the Hale House which meant a shorter commute which in turn meant he could sleep in for just a little longer.

In his seven years living in his apartment he had seen several neighbors come and go, nearly half a dozen or so. And all of them had their little quirks.

First, there had been Mrs. Peterson with her seven cats and fifteen grandchildren. She had been bright and sunny, always bringing Derek cookies and pies and other baked goods.

She used to play oldies at all hours of the night. She claimed it was the only way she could stay asleep for more than a few hours at a time.

She eventually moved out of the building in order to live with one of her grandchildren in Florida. Her seven cats went with her.

Mr. Twain was his next neighbor, a balding middle aged man who was going through a messy divorce. He smoked enough pot to mellow out an alpha on the full moon, the smell seeping into Derek's apartment.

After meeting a nice woman with two kids, Mr. Twain got married and moved out of his apartment. Unfortunately, the stench of cheap pot lingered long after he had left.

His next neighbor was Riley Morris, a single mother of three who worked two jobs. Her dog, a little ankle biting Yorkie, rarely shut up.

Derek wasn't proud of it, but he had resorted to flashing his eyes at the little yapper just to get it to shut the hell up so he could grade papers.

She moved out after getting a promotion that allowed her to quit her second job and move into a small house. Derek never once missed the incessant barking of her damned Yorkie.

Next came Taylor Rhodes, a recent college graduate reveling in all of the luxuries of life. From a downright ridiculous amount of sex to illegal drugs, she embraced all aspects of hedonism.

Of course, that was eventually her downfall. She was arrested only five months after moving in.

The other neighbors weren't exactly worth mentioning, a bickering couple bogged down by asinine gender roles followed by an old teammate of Derek's that was addicted to Netflix and rarely showered.

Then there was his new neighbor. Stiles.

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Proper Language by Welsh_Woman (1/? | 1,409 | PG13)

The military academy across the way has never been a problem for Derek, aside from making sure his class doesn't get too distracted as they learn.

All that changes when he gets a new student and the academy gets a new drill instructor.

Looks like the kids aren't the only ones that are getting distracted this year...

Honey Snakes by AsagiStilinski (1/1 | 6,342 | G)

The first day Stiles spends as a professor at Hogwarts he meets an oddly comforting dog- wolf?- in the Great Hall, the next day he meets an oddly gorgeous new professor at the Sorting Ceremony, and by the first month he's managed to find out that they're actually the same person- and that person is not explicitly pleased with Stiles' snooping

Unicorn Blood by myboybuildscoffins24 (1/1 | 1,280 | G)

Based on an adorable fan art I saw on tumblr.Professor Derek meets his new TA.

Haven't you heard the rumours? by fairyfey (1/1 | 2,163 | PG13)

Stiles is a drama teacher who tends to overshare, Derek is a nerdy english teacher who somehow makes cardigans sexy and the students think they should be together.

or

We’re both high school teachers and my students ship us but I won’t let them tell you au

The Planners become the Planees by Mickeyhale (6/6 | 50,446 | R)

Stiles and Derek are simply trying to navigate their way through raising a home full of teenagers. They rely on each other through their crazy, fun filled domestic lives. What they are unawares of, is what their children have planned for them.

moonstruck by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 11,129 | PG13)