Team Free Will + Jurassic Park (AU)

(Source: earthwater)

The lovely foxerica prompted: Bericaaaa at a library. Erica’s super forward and asks, “Can I check /you/ out?” :3


Erica loved working at the library.

It had, of course, never even remotely been part of her plans for the future. Gainful employment there had been some sort of odd but happy accident. One day she’d been rooting through a shelf of incredibly dated cookbooks for something that didn’t look like it belonged in her grandmother’s basement and the next she’d been asked if she was interested in the open library clerk position by an incredibly harried older librarian wearing really nice boots. She accepted right there, standing in the aisle holding a Weight Watchers International Cookbook from 1977.

Being a clerk meant a lot of time reshelving and reorganising books, answering patron questions about where to find things, helping people of all ages with the computers, and circulation desk duties. She didn’t like working the circ desk much, given that her shifts were generally either agonizingly boring or incredibly busy. Which, to be honest, was just about everyone’s opinion of working the desk.

One of her favorite parts of working at the library, aside from how much more social it had been helping to make her since she started working there nearly two years previously, was when whoever was on the circ desk came to the back room to tell the rest of the staff that there was a hot guy in the library.

Today was no exception. Braeden, the adult programming librarian, had come to the back with a smirk on her face and immediately sat on the edge of the processing desk and announced in a quiet voice that a hot guy had just walked in and immediately, half the staff had bolted towards the front, slowing to a casual walk like they hadn’t gotten up to check out the aforementioned hot guy.

Erica waited a moment, sharing an eye roll with Derek, the director, before getting up to check him out herself.

Of course, by that time her fellow staff members were murmuring about him as they trickled back into the back. Her curiosity was definitely piqued.

She walked out to see the hot quiet guy from her Chem class walking up to the desk with one of the cookbooks she’d recommended the library purchase in his hand. Braeden leaned into the desktop with a predatory smile on her face and Erica just reacted.

She pounced on the open circ computer on the other side of the desk and asked loudly, “Can I check you out?”

She flashed her teeth at him and tried to look as confident as that statement made her sound. She’d been trying to figure out how to ask him out for ages.

He smiled at her as he moved from Braeden’s side of the desk and handed her his card. She was fairly certain she was blushing as she took his card and scanned it, but she met his eyes anyway.

“Vernon?” Erica teased with a little smile when his information came up.

“You can call me Boyd.”

“Planning on cooking me something delicious for our first date, Boyd?” She asked, internally wincing on the fact that she’d actually asked that out loud.

“Depends. When do you get off?”


 (via felicitysmock)

(Source: maybehonestly)

(Source: hoechloin)

Teen Wolf AU: Derek and Stiles are both professors at college; Stiles has been teaching there for a while and Derek is the new guy who literally knocks him off his feet at first sight.

(Source: spookedsterek)



fic where derek becomes a selfie-addict

#no but seriously# like he takes one photo and he doesn’t understand why but he really enjoyed it #the angle and lighting was nice and he thought he actually looked good in a photo #so he gets a littel self-esteem boost from it #so he takes more and more to make himself feel good #never actually doing anything with them but just /keeping/ them #and then he loses his phone and panicks and its actually stiles who finds it #and derek being derek #he didn’t know how to put a password on his phone so stiles looks through because he’s stiles #and he sees all the selfies and he’s like ‘wow dude ego much?’ #and derek just snatches it back and frowns and he just says ‘they’re the only boost i have’ #and stiles just looks at him sadly and goes ‘if you wanted someone to tell you that you are extremely hot then i could easily do that’ #uwu

(Source: jackfalaheer)

Teen Wolf AU: Derek and Stiles are supposed to go undercover as a couple. The only problem? They hate each other. Stiles thinks he has the pretending part down, but Derek clearly hasn’t. Cue lots of practice making eyes at each other, and practice kissing, which then leads to pretend making eyes at each other and pretend kissing on the job, which totally doesn’t lead to real making eyes at each other and pining and kissing. Nope, not a chance. 

(Source: spookedsterek)


i’ve always had this headcanon where laura hale was like the coolest b ever so if she somehow came back from the dead she would fake being all creepy and scary like to freak the shit out of derek’s new pack

and stiles would be thoroughly freaked until he comes to the loft one day and hears kelly clarkson blaring throughout it and finds laura jumping about and singing what doesn’t kill you at the top of her lungs

then stiles and laura would be besties of course and freak everyone out together and derek would hate it

especially when they start getting too comfortable around each other and they start talking and sharing things and they both find out they have a shared passion in embarrassing derek hale to death

and laura would have no qualms about what she says out loud sort of like stiles himself but in more calculated way

when the three of them are together one day she would let it slip that derek swears he’s bisexual but clearly desires a hard cock like no other and derek would redden and try to protest but she would only laugh and be like ‘oh really bet you ten bucks i can sniff out four dildos hidden around here that aren’t mine right now’

and derek would just about die and laura would be so proud of herself but when she turns to stiles to celebrate the victory she would notice how the kid suddenly went completely blank like the thought of derek and didlos flashing through his mind at the same time had literally broken him

and then, being the amazing woman that she is, laura would do everything she could to get the two of them in awkward and/or compromising situations until one day she finally finds them smacking face kitchen

(Source: makos-lightningrod)

I want to write a drabble. Can someone prompt me?

I’d like to write a Sterek something but I’ll write other pairings and fandoms if someone wants me to.


Who’s going to write the AU where Derek didn’t lose his family and is now a well adjusted college senior who’s making extra money during the summer by working at the local music shop and being a violin tutor?

He’s tuning one of the violin’s late one afternoon and ends up playing Chaconne because he’s always had a soft spot for it. When he opens his eyes he sees that there are a few more customers browsing the store, which is the only reason that his the owner indulges him, but one of them is staring at him like he’s never heard music before. He’s young, probably in high school, and his mouth is hanging open. Not unattractively, Derek thinks.

“Hi,” he says, smiling as he holds out a hand. “I’m Derek.”

He finds out that the kid is Stiles and he’s not usually at a loss of words. He finds out that Stiles’ mother had played the violin and he could remember the sound of it soothing him to sleep or making him giggle and clap as she reeled off a jig.

He finds out that she’d started to teach Stiles to play, but then she’d gotten sick.

Derek looks at the violin in his hand and then back at Stiles and holds it up to him. “Never too late to learn.”

Stiles’ fingers the hem of his shirt, but he shakes his head, his smile strained and off center. “Nah, too twitchy. Fine motor control is not really one of Adderall’s side effects. You should see my handwriting.”

Stiles laughs, but Derek can see the yearning in his eyes. “Come on,” Derek says gently, stepping closer and putting the bow in Stiles’ hand. “For old time’s sake.”

Stiles’ fingers close over the violin like it’s precious, and Derek makes an approving murmur. He steps up behind him closely as Stiles raises the instrument and adjusts his hold, his fingertips pressing lightly against Stiles’ hand.

“Do you remember any songs?” He chuckles at the first one Stiles says, and then nudges him him gently when Stiles’ hesitates. “Go on.”

The first notes ring out, awkward and unrecognizable until they smooth out into the Imperial March, causing Derek to grin as he moves around him until they’re facing. Stiles’ face is flushed with pleasure, his teeth biting into the perfect bow of his bottom lip, and Derek is startled a bit by the hot rush of arousal.

His eyes snap to Stiles’ as he finishes and lets out a half incredulous laugh. “I can’t believe I remembered that.”

“We never lose the things we love,” Derek says, trying not to fumble as Stiles hands back the instrument and their fingers brush. It’s ridiculous on a number of levels, and Laura would be laughing if she could see him now. “You should try playing again,” he says as he puts the violin back on display, neatly avoiding Stiles’ gaze until he gets better control of himself.

“Orchestra’s pretty much got a full line up and I wouldn’t even know how to go about finding a private tutor, let alone paying for one.”

“I could,” Derek says before he thinks about it, then stops and winces. He doesn’t need this kind of complication, he’s only here for the summer and Stiles is far too young for any of the things that Derek would want to do with him.

But he can’t forget Stiles’ face: the ache as he’d looked at the violin, the peace as he’d played it. Derek knows that ache, and the peace too.

He turns, facing Stiles again and deliberately not looking at his mouth. “I could teach you. I have some posted rates, but we could work something out if you need.”

Stiles’ smile explodes off his face and he makes an aborted motion that gives the impression that if they knew each other better, Derek would be hugged within an inch of his life right about now.

He tries not to think of how well they’ll need to know each other before that’s an option as they trade numbers and make tentative plans. He tries not to think about how much he wants to trace their progress by the feeling of Stiles’ fingertips going from smooth to rough as they press against Derek’s skin.

He tries not to think about how he’d just signed up for a summer of torture, watching Stiles get lost in his love of music.

When Stiles gets to the door, he turns and smiles back at Derek, wide and bright, and Derek knows what it means to ache.


someone get dylan to sign for an episode of criminal minds (appreciating that nogitsune stiles game)


teen wolf meets x-men

(Source: thunderpumpkins)



A study in Lydia Martin.
Including Ravenclaw!Lydia for hauntinghuntress. <3