Woah, dude, that sucks hardcore. D: -sends a million hugs-
I sort of already did something similar for this, which you can read here, but here’s something specifically for you. ❤ Hope it makes you feel a little bit better!
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Stiles hadn’t really expected he’d be
able to follow any kind of dreams after the whole werewolf thing
happened to his life. Frankly, for most of his senior year in high
school, as well as the first few semesters in college, all he really
hoped for in regards to his future was just to survive to see it.Getting through college and getting a
job even remotely related to his major, and also somehow ending up in
a relationship with Derek Hale? Yeah, teenage Stiles would have
laughed his face off.It’s actually something of a shock to
him when he realizes that he hasn’t feared for his life in a few
years, and also that his general stress levels have slowly declined
to a point where bad days at work can tip the scale at all. When
you’re running for your life on a daily basis, stress at work barely
registers in comparison, but when you’re not…Basically, Stiles ends up having a
small crisis over realizing that he’s pretty much a normal guy with
normal problems at this point, and that it’s okay to feel like
absolute crap after several weeks of bullshit workdays and no time
off at all.
Tag: fluff
Stiles watches a proposal happening outside the restaurant
he works at. Down on the pier below him, a man is down on one knee, asking the
question to a another man with his back turned. Stiles holds his breath. He
doesn’t know these people, but he’s invested in romance and grand gestures. He’s
going to watch this play out.Stiles can tell three seconds later that something is wrong.
For one, the man with his back to Stiles has tensed up,
un-moving. And secondly, the man on his knees is frowning.Stiles should walk away. This is the worst kind of voyeur-cy.
The absolute worst. He can’t though, so he watches the failed proposal in all
its horrible glory.The man stands up and then the other one talks for a while,
during which Stiles can see the proposer fighting off tears. He eventually
walks away, leaving the propose-ee standing alone on the pier.Stiles doesn’t know why he does it.
He lets Lydia know he’s taking his break, speedily
sweet-talks Isaac into giving him a slice of the three-tier chocolate cake,
then makes his way down to the pier, where the man who turned down the proposal
is still standing.“Uh, hey. Hi.”
The guy turns around and he looks… confused, more than
anything. Not heartbroken. No tears. Not like he just lost the love of this
life. Just confused.“I’m sorry to intrude but I, uh, saw what just happened and
I thought maybe you’d like some cake.”He practically forces it into the guy’s hands.
“Thank you,” the man says, in a surprisingly soft voice.
“You saw that?”Stiles nods, sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I know it’s kind of a
private thing.”The other guy merely shrugs, then looks down at the cake,
making no move to eat it.“I can vouch for that. It’s from the restaurant there. Where
I work.”The guy looks up to where Stiles pointed. He’s not really
engaged, and Stiles feels horrible for coming down here.“I’m just going to go, then. I’m sorry. Hope you’re okay.”
“I just don’t understand,” the guy says glumly.
“What?”
“I don’t– We’ve been, were,
together for 5 months. I’ve never met his brothers.”Stiles nods, unsure what this guy wants from him. Maybe it’s
nothing more than to be a pair of ears.“I’ve had relationships that lasted longer, yes, but they’ve
never… five months. That’s… it’s too
soon. That’s what I told him.” Here, the guy looks up at Stiles, heartbreak still
absent from his face. “That’s was the right answer, right? I mean, five months.”“I don’t know. I don’t know either of you.” Stiles doesn’t
want the responsibility this guy is giving him right now.“No, no, you’re right, of course.” The guy sighs and turns
away from Stiles, looking to the spot where his ex (?) was just kneeling
earlier.“Have you ever been proposed to?”
“Aside from numerous times in kindergarten, you mean?”
Stiles says with his usual lack of concern for the tone of the current
conversation.The other guy surprises him by laughing.
“Aside from that,” he says with a smile.
“Uh, no. Can’t say I have. Five months is more like the average
length of my relationships, so…”“Not mine,” the guy says.
“Yeah. I’d picked up on that.”
Stiles struggles over what to do now. In terms of normal
social cues, he should probably leave. But he’s hooked on this whole situation,
and also feels, perhaps presumptively, that this guy… wants him to stay?“Do you want to share this with me?” The guy holds the cake
up.“Sure,” Stiles says, for the excuse to do something, and the
excuse to stay with this guy, who’s as interesting as he is attractive.“I’m Derek, by the way.”
“Stiles.”
_
Five months into dating Derek and Stiles can understand why
that other guy proposed so quickly.He doesn’t.
He waits another three years and seven months.
It involves chocolate cake which he sweet-talks Isaac into
making (“that hasn’t been on the menu in years, Stiles”), a ring that his dad passed
on to him (“your mother would have wanted
you to have it”), a bottle of French champagne, a picnic blanket, a spectacularly
pleasant Spring afternoon, and a very surprised Derek Hale.He says yes.
Derek says yes and then kisses Stiles so abruptly that Stiles
is glad he was already on one knee so his fall to the ground isn’t as hurtful
as it could have been. Not that he really pays the collision any mind, seeing
as how thoroughly Derek is kissing him, while chanting ‘yes, yes, yes’ between
every press of lips before Stiles even has a chance to fit the engagement ring
around his finger.
Sterek Fic Recs: The Christmas Edition
It’s the time of year for good cheer and good fanfiction.
“When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he’s in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.”
This is a gorgeous fic – stranded Stiles, Derek to the rescue. With full on woodland cabin and home-made cookies to round out the sweetness. It’s a very soft, gentle and lovely fic to read – makes you feel all warm and hopeful.
i wait for you like a lonely house by @bleep0bleep
“Derek isn’t sure why he buys the house.
He doesn’t need the space, that much is certain. While it’s not as big as the one Derek grew up in, something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.”
Ohhh. Oh, this is a good one. We get deputy!derek, a full pack, Derek and Stiles both growing up and maturing and finally finding their perfect moment to become. It might be more Christmas-tangential than full on Christmassy but its going on the list – the fairy lights at the end are too perfectly written to miss out on. You’ll love it.
You put a Hallmark on my Heart by @giantteenwolforgy
“Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter’s teacher and his boss’s son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.
Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.”
This is so cute. You all know about my weakness for parent!sterek and this has single dad Derek with the sweetest little girl who quite unintentionally makes everyone’s Christmas wish come true. It’s funny and sweet and embarrassing and heartwarming all in one. Plus – you get Derek in a Santa outfit. No lie.
To Open Their Shut Up Hearts by @villainny
“The light fades out pretty early in the afternoon, but his laptop’s on and Stiles keeps flicking his thumb across the screen of his phone. Derek’s unimpressed face stares at him in pulses of light, but he still hasn’t pressed the green button. It’s not like Derek will exactly bring the Christmas cheer.Stiles is feeling a little like a Dickens character. Three people show him the error of his ways.”
This starts out kind of melancholy but warms up till it’s totally going to melt you heart. I love the way Derek has clearly been patiently waiting for this moment, and I adore the way Stiles just grabs his opportunity and goes for it. Sleigh bells indeed!
“The Christmas sweater alone should have sent any rational person running; the terrible customer service and delight in Derek’s suffering were just icing.”
Waaaah! This is so cute! Told over three Christmases (yes it takes Derek that long to find his words) this is the most adorable look at a Derek who’s family are alive and who’s worst nightmare is his sisters finding out about his crush. Head to the gift shop to sample the sweet goods!
All The Way Home (I’ll Be Warm) by @motleywolf
“A Christmas AU involving New York, snow, baked treats, and hot chocolate.
Stiles is standing there, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, and Derek doesn’t want to see him disappear into the apartment opposite without a promise to see him again. “Do you—would you like something to drink? Coffee?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Rubbing his hands together, Stiles nods and looks over his shoulder. “Can you give me a minute to get changed? I’ve got snow melting in places that I don’t want it to be melting.”
Derek laughs at the look on Stiles’ face and nods. “Knock when you’re done.”
If Derek watches Stiles until the door closes, that’s no one’s business but his own.”
This has it all. Human AU, neighbours!sterek, Stiles is a New Yorker – and Claudia is alive and they run a BAKERY. It’s Christmas, there’s snow and hot chocolate and cakes. And the sweetest romance.
“Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away.”
This is utterly sweet and totally fluffy. AU where Derek has left Beacon Hills and is en route back after a long absence, he bumps into an old friend with a new addition at the airport on Christmas eve and the possibilities seem endless.
if i built you in miniature by @wutheringwolf
“Derek quietly loves Christmas and is not afraid to wear the sweaters to show it. He hosts a children’s TV show about science and history, builds model trains, and is painfully awkward. Stiles works in a Hallmark-type store that sells Christmas decorations and model train pieces, and might have an unhealthy appreciation for sweaters. Of course he was going to fall for Derek. Of course he was.”
“Scott can never resist cheeseburgers and Stiles’ drama” is just one of the perfectly hilarious lines in this fic. Derek is shy and adorable and there are ugly knitted christmas jumpers and alive! and fabulous Hale Family. This one is a delight from start to finish and you’re all going to love it.
The Natural Binding Properties of Pine Sap by uraneia
“Derek saves a nymph from being somebody’s Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.
If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.
*
Of course, Derek doesn’t notice. Not at first. How would he, when he’s alone? The mistletoe can’t do anything to him when he’s alone. It just sits in the house, hung above the fireplace, next to his tiny Christmas tree. Only when he shows up at Scott’s to return Melissa’s stepladder—Lydia and Stiles insisted he put up Christmas lights—does he realize the gift’s true purpose.
Melissa lifts one corner of her mouth in a wry smile and tells him, “You’ve got a little something right—” and reaches up above his head.”
Okay so this is one of my favourites. I love the idea, true love’s kiss and all that. But most of all I love the way the pack is written, all together and playing such big parts of each other’s lives – with Lydia is a fabulous highlight. Derek is beautifully written and I just want to cuddle him.
Came Out of the Woods by Choice by then sepia
“In the newly-rebuilt Hale House, Derek is hosting Christmas Eve dinner for the pack, most of whom have scattered for college, and Stiles is cooking. But a freak storm knocks out the power and snows everyone in, preventing them from making it to Derek’s, so he and Stiles spend Christmas Eve together. Feelings ensue as they come up with some creative ways to conserve body heat.”
We’ve got it all here – our two lovely boys being healthy and happy, a rebuilt Hale house, Christmas Eve, getting snowed in – and even a candlelit dinner. This is soft, sweet, and has a dash of smut. The perfect seasonal recipe!
Your Secret Santa by @literaryoblivion
“Stiles is saving Derek’s life. Again. He thinks there should be some kind of reward system for them. When he suggests it, Derek reveals it’s his birthday. Stiles feels a little guilty that all he can give Derek for it is his life-saving abilities, so he decides to make it up to him on the next gift-giving holiday.”
Okay so this wouldn’t be a Christmas rec list without a Secret Santa fic, right?! This is adorable, and again it’s one of the fics I love for the pack bonding and the relationships that are all so warm and loving. Derek’s pack being happy makes him happy. ‘Nuff said.
Falling For You by @mad-madam-m
“Based on a prompt from this list: i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW”
So this one is short and sweet – a gorgeous little prompt fill that sees our boys as neighbours and all kinds of puns and good stuff. Fluffy, adorable, and perfect to read if you want a smile!
“What,” Stiles says, and he’s aware that he doesn’t quite make it a question, but he currently can’t feel his toes so he figures he’s allowed.
“Do you want a ride home or not?” Derek huffs impatiently, each word forming a visible cloud in the cold night air as he digs around in the Jeep’s trunk to grab as many bags as he can carry and transfer them to his own car.
Oh man oh man. This is just so lovely! Don’t be worried by the sliiightly angsty beginning – you know me well enough by now that this obviously has a happy ending. All I feel I need to tell you about this fic is that there are Emotions with a capital ‘E’ and Derek, all wet from the rain. Read on my lovelies.
I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I did!
for the “friends or more?” sentence starters could you please do “You know this voucher only works for couples, right?” or “Why are you looking at me like that?” for STEREK? (tbh i’d love for you to do all of them <3) love your fics!! ^.^
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Stiles asks.
Derek thinks that Stiles must not know what he handed him.
There’s no way that Stiles could actually be suggesting this. Well, maybe, it is Stiles after all.
“You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”
“Oh,” Stiles says softly, “I didn’t.”
He takes it back from Derek.
“I really wanted that massage, but I can just give it to my dad and Melissa or something.”
And, well, there’s no good reason why they couldn’t go. Derek knows how stressed out Stiles has been with his classes; he probably really could use a relaxing spa day.
“We could still go,” Derek suggests.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “In case you somehow forgot, we aren’t a couple.”
“They don’t know that though.”
Stiles stares at him for a long moment. “You want to pretend to be together to use a voucher?” Stiles asks disbelievingly.
“You really wanted to go, right?”
Stiles doesn’t respond.
Um if you’re still doing the meme prompt could you do sterek and “sleep”? I’m pretty sure that’s the one where one watches the other sleep.
“Sleep” – one character watching the other sleep
Derek lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind whirling. For years, sleep hadn’t come easily to him, and tonight was no different in that regard.
What was different was that tonight, he had someone asleep beside him.
Derek turned on his side to look at Stiles, still hardly daring to believe he was here. But even if he couldn’t believe his eyes, he could believe his ears, tuned to Stiles’s slow, steady heartbeat, and his nose, which told him with every inhale that this wasn’t a dream. It was real, blessedly real.
He reached across the scant space between them, to brush his fingers over Stiles’s eyebrow. The simple touch settled something inside him, made his whirling mind start to calm.
Stiles blinked sleepily and a slow smile spread across his face. “You getting romantic on me, big guy?”
Derek smiled back. “Of course not.”
“Mm.” Stiles pushed his face into the pillow and then lifted his arm. “Come snuggle with me. Get some sleep.”
Derek scooted closer, until Stiles’s arm dropped around him and held him tightly. He pressed his face against Stiles’s collarbone, breathing in the warm, steadying scent there.
His whirling mind slowed further, and a few minutes later, Derek found himself drifting off, safe in Stiles’s arms.
I’m desperate for a confident Stiles who charms everyone he meets. Who winks and squeezes shoulders when he talks to people, who flirts with pretty much everyone, but he never dates.
Then there’s Derek, who’s watched Stiles grow from awkward and bumbling to sort of charming in a goofy way, to confident and suave and somewhere between Stiles being awkward and bumbling and charmingly goofy Derek fell for him.
And of course Stiles flirts with Derek because it’s fun to see his reactions, but at the same time, he wouldn’t be mad if Derek flirted back, but Derek doesn’t.
Derek doesn’t flirt back because Stiles flirts with everyone so he knows it doesn’t mean anything (except to Stiles it does, because he may be a flirt, but he actually puts effort into his flirtation with Derek, he gets to know him, buys him his favorite candy, and always, always, sits next to him at pack meetings, takes him out for dinner, does everything he’d like to do it they were dating except they aren’t dating).
This goes on for years, and finally Stiles is 25 and Scott asks him why he never dates anyone, he doesn’t even go on dates even though there are plenty of people who’d love to date him, and Stiles confesses that he doesn’t date because he’s already completely in love with someone but he doesn’t know how to make them see that he’s serious.
And Derek hears them because he’s a werewolf and of course he hears them. And then Stiles walks out of the house and sees Derek standing there and he just says, “It’s you. I’m in love with you.” And then keeps walking without any bravado.
But Derek grabs his arm and tugs him back, his eyes on Stiles’ face, “You’re going to have to stop flirting with everyone and their mother.” and then he kisses him, soft and sweet.
And Stiles is still confident and charming, but now Derek knows that Stiles isn’t flirting with anyone but him. Because Stiles only wants him, because Stiles loves him. And you know what, Derek loves him too.
I don’t normally do this – like at all. (How do you short fic what the hell???) But have a cute little Sterek Thanksgiving AU!
Title: I didn’t come looking, but here you are
Word Count: 1,438 words.
This… was an awful idea. Perhaps the worst idea Derek has ever had.
No, no, the worst idea Derek has ever had was thinking Kate Argent actually loved him. Or the time he let Peter convince him that Paige needed to be Bitten in order for them to be happy. Or the time–
Derek’s entire life is one bad decision leading to another.
As far as this one goes, it’s not going to be a life-destroying one. Or so he hopes.
If you are alone on Thanksgiving, the sign had read, Camila’s invites you to join us at 5 PM. Free of charge.
It’s not the first time Derek’s walked past it. It’s not even his fifth time. The little diner is a block away from his New York apartment, right on his route to work everyday. It’s a little family owned place, small and mostly unnoticed by the majority of the neighborhood. Derek’s never even been inside. But everyday for the past week, he’s found himself slowing every time he walks by, his eyes lingering on the handwritten sign posted on the door.
There had been a similar sign up last year too. Derek remembers scoffing at it – at the idea of spending Thanksgiving with complete strangers. He may be alone, but he’s not that lonely.
Except, apparently… he is that lonely.
Which is why Derek finds himself sitting in Camila’s diner along with at least ten other guests at a long table on Thanksgiving day. Except…
The other guests are all introducing themselves and getting familiar. But apart from telling them his name… Derek hasn’t said a word.
It’s not that Derek dislikes people. He used to genuinely like them, before his life got ripped inside out. But ever since the fire he just… he can’t. He can’t handle it anymore. He hasn’t wanted people in his life for a long time. But now… now…
How pathetic is he, that at thirty years old he can’t even hold a conversation with a friendly stranger anymore?
The sting of claws prick his hands, barely hidden underneath the table. Derek is actually finding it hard to keep in control. Over some bullshit social anxiety, how fucking pathetic–
A hand claps down on his shoulder, making him jump. “Heeeey there!” A voice greets somewhere over his shoulder. “Who’s ready for some turkey? Because I am. Mind if I cut in here?”
The shock is enough to knock Derek out of his thought spiral. His head whips around to see who managed to sneak up behind him and…
Oh.
i want derek hale to have like the cutest tattoo ever. like on his hip. and it’s a secret. and it shows how much of a marshmallow he is
The form asks Do you have any distinguishing marks? and Derek chews the pen cap and thinks about it for a second and writes: Yes. Two tattoos.
He figures that will be it.
—-
“You know you sign your name under a little box that says the information you have provided is truthful to the best of your knowledge,” Stiles says, flopping down next to Derek and tossing a sheaf of papers into his lap.
“What?” Derek asks. Dog the Bounty Hunter has just apprehended someone on TV and Derek is still getting used to surround sound. It continues to freak out his hearing.
“Your application,” Stiles says.
“I’m not actually a felon,” Derek says. “It asks if you were ever convicted. I wasn’t.”
“Not that part,” Stiles says. “The thing about your tattoos.”
“What about them?”
“Them? Them? What do you mean them?”
Derek sighs. “I have two tattoos. Which one?”
Stiles sputters. “You do not have two tattoos. You have the mystical werewolf back tattoo and that’s it.”
Derek raises an eyebrow. “You’d be the expert on my body then?”
Stiles’ face flushes dully. “Obviously not. But I have seen you half-naked and dying often enough to be pretty certain.”
“There you go,” Derek replies, turning back to the TV.
“What does that mean?” Stiles demands.
“It means you’ve only seen me half-naked. The tattoo is on the other half.”
Stiles’ eyes take on a glazed expression. “Which part of the other half? Are we talking embarrassing butt tattoo? Left cheek? Right cheek–? No, it’s not the right cheek, that harpy shredded your pants last fall.”
Derek lets out a low grumble. He still doesn’t like talking about that.
“Stiles, leave it alone.”
“I am insulted. You have known me long enough to know that I am constitutionally incapable of following that directive. I am wounded, wounded to my very–”
“It’s on my left hip,” Derek snarls. “Now drop it.”
“Oh, I’ll drop it, buddy,” Stiles mutters, subsiding. “I’ll drop it like it’s hot.”
Derek has no idea what that means, but he figures it’s nothing good.
—-
“Really, Stiles?” Derek says, sighing heavily. He stops unbuttoning his jeans and turns to his bedroom window in time to hear, “Oh, shit!” then a series of crashes and yelps.
When he leans out the window, Stiles is sitting in the bushes, rubbing his lower back and scowling.
“I’m calling the cops,” Derek says. “There’s a man outside my house. I feel unsafe.”
“You’re such a dickhead,” Stiles says. “I think I broke my spine.”
“It matches your broken brain,” Derek replies, shutting the window.
He makes his way downstairs and heads outside. Stiles is still sitting in the dirt, and he does look a little banged up.
“What are you doing!” Stiles says when he sees him. “You’re giving the neighborhood a show!”
Derek glances down at his bare torso and half-unbuttoned jeans, shrugging. “So? C’mon, you’ve got a cut on your face.“
He tugs Stiles to his feet and tries to usher him inside. Stiles is moaning the whole time.
“Oh my God, this is not good for my rep,” Stiles says. “You’re leading me into your den of iniquity and the neighbors will talk. You look like you got interrupted, okay, interrupted doing carnal things.”
“Stiles, shut up,” Derek says, almost fondly, and pushes Stiles inside. Then he leans back out his front door and raises his voice. “That’s right, boy, take off your clothes.”
Sure enough, Mrs. Pritchard closes her curtains with a gasp and Derek can make out the electronic sounds of a phone being dialed.
“You suck,” Stiles says. “Emotional distress. You should tell me what your tattoo is to make me feel better.”
“Go get the bandaids,” Derek replies, shutting the door.
—-
“Derek,” says Sheriff Stilinski.
“Sir,” Derek replies.
“Your first shift is next Monday. You can come in for your uniform fitting this Wednesday.” The Sheriff twitches a little when he says it.
Derek sighs. “Is Stiles going to try to sneak into the fitting?”
“He’s driving me crazy,” the Sheriff says all in a rush. “Put him out of his misery, why don’t you? He walks around the house talking out loud about what it could be. I don’t need those kinds of images about my new deputy.”
Derek massages his temples. “If we keep giving into him, he’s always going to be this annoying.”
The Sheriff sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Derek, believe me when I say that there’s no win for either of us here.”
Derek believes him.
—-
“You really seem to want to see me naked,” Derek says mildly, pulling off his sweaty tank top and tossing it on the bench.
“Eep,” the locker behind him squeaks.
Derek towels his neck dry. “Should I read something into that, Stiles?”
The locker is suspiciously silent.
“I’m going to head home now,” Derek says, pulling out a clean shirt from his gym bag. “The Zumba class lets out in five minutes. You should probably be gone by then. They can break your neck with their thighs.”
—-
Stiles is pretty creative, and Derek can only take about two months of that creativity before he heaves a deeply irritated sigh, hangs up his gun holster, and pulls Stiles out of his hall closet.
“How do you keep getting in,” Derek asks no one in particular, tossing a struggling Stiles over his shoulder and trudging up the stairs.
“Your security is really lax for a newly minted deputy,” Stiles says, the words punched out of him as Derek’s shoulder digs into his gut. “I’m just–oof–alerting you to its flaws.”
“I wish someone would have alerted me to your flaws,” Derek says, pushing his bedroom door open with his foot.
“Please,” Stiles scoffs, “You love my–Derek, why are we in your bedroom?”
“Yes,” Derek says patiently.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I love your flaws.”
Stiles is wide-eyed. “It’s finally happened. I’ve crossed into a parallel dimension.”
Derek groans out a laugh, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I’ll make you a deal: You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”
“I don’t have a tattoo,” Stiles says. “That’s totally not fair! Fine, I’ll go out and get a tattoo, you asshole, and when I get back–”
“Stiles, get in the fucking bed and get naked,” Derek growls.
Stiles mouth snaps shut. For about three blissful seconds.
“I never want to leave this dimension, holy God.”
“You are such a pain in my ass,” Derek says. “I’m gonna get some stuff from the bathroom. Be in that bed and ready when I get back.”
“Nnngh,” Stiles replies.
That’s pretty satisfying.
—-
Derek takes a deep breath and steps into the room. He gives Stiles a second to take it in.
Stiles makes a garbled noise.
“Is that… is that a Care Bear?”
“It was a dare from Laura,” Derek says, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe. He’s a little insulted that he’s naked and Stiles is too busy staring at his tattoo to appreciate the rest of him.
“It’s… Derek, it’s Grumpy Bear.”
“Yeah,” Derek says.
Stiles launches himself out of the bed and wraps his arms around Derek, kissing him full on the mouth. “I love you so much,” he says.
“That’s nice,” Derek replies, his hands going to Stiles’ hips. “If you tell anyone, I’m going to rip your throat out.”
“Are you kidding?” Stiles says. “This knowledge is mine, all mine. Now get in that bed, I need to lick you in a lot of places, including that tattoo.”
“Fair enough,” Derek says, and tumbles them down to the bed.
—-
Of course, because it’s Stiles, things are never that easy.
“Care Bear Alpha Stare!” Stiles shouts, and dissolves into honking laughter.
Derek is in love with an idiot.
I saw ur writing but wanst sure if you took requests or not:) whenever youre not busy can you do: D&S holding hands, kissing(anywhere but lips), always having physical contact, clothes sharing, flirting, calling each other cute nicknames, being protective(getting jealous)& always being there for the other. Someone asks if theyre dating and they blush and get awkward and shy cause they dont think the other wants a relationship but they really do and they finally make it official? Fluff is my life
Okay I tried my best here…
Five Times Derek and Stiles Touched ‘Platonically’ and the First Time They Didn’t
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“Are you trying to tell me that you, Derek Hale, king of the leather jacket, black jeans, and brooding, wants to buy pastel curtains for your industrial loft?” Stiles asked with a laugh as they walked through Target.
“Maybe I want some color in my life,” Derek said with a deadpan look on his face as he reached around Stiles to grab the soft mint curtains and tossed them in the cart.
“Who would have thought that you’re actually a person and not a robot under that perfect body,” Stiles said, patting Derek on the chest in a totally friendly and not at all flirty way.
“Shut up Stiles,” Derek said gruffly, but his ears burned a little pink at the compliment and the touch. Stiles took his hand off Derek’s chest and continued to push the cart. “I also need a new shower curtain.”
“I bet they have some nice pastel pink ones,” Stiles said with a laugh, pushing the cart toward the bath section.
Derek shook his head and nudged Stiles’ shoulder, “Come on we have to hurry or else we’ll be late to Scott’s for the pack meeting.”
Stiles grabbed a bright pink shower curtain and Derek plucked it out of his hands, then threw a set that had whales on it into the cart and Stiles grinned. “Nice,” he said, running his hands over the curtains and shower curtain.
Derek squeezed the back of Stiles’ neck and Stiles leaned into the touch before he said, “Come on then, let’s get out of here.”
They made it to the pack meeting right on time and squeezed next to each other on the love seat, Stiles leg thrown haphazardly over Derek’s thigh. Neither of them said anything about the way the contact felt like electricity.
Sterek prompt: Derek snuck into Stiles’ room just to put his spare key on Stiles’ keyring without telling him because he knows he has a tendency to lock himself out of his car and now, without Laura, he doesn’t have anyone else that might be willing to come when he calls.
thank you for your prompt, love. hope you like it ❤
late night calls
“Derek?” Stiles asks, groggily. His brain is still fuzzy and he groans after seeing the time on his phone with bleary eyes. “Are you fucking aware that it’s three in the morning?”
“I need you to come over.”
Well that just jolts Stiles awake and in a flash, he’s sitting up in bed. “What happened? Is it you? Are you hurt? Is it Isaac? Did he chase after that vampire chick even though we told him not to? Goddamit—,” Stiles rambles, heart pounding in his chest. He slips on his jeans and whatever shirt that’s closest to him before grabbing his keys and wallet. “We need to talk to that kid about keeping his hormones in check. He’s not fucking thirteen and—oh my God, where are my shoes?!”
“Stiles—,” Derek starts but Stiles doesn’t hear a word.
“Shit, shit, I’ll be right there okay? Don’t worry!” He hangs up without waiting for Derek and a minute later, he’s in his Jeep and racing to Derek’s loft.
…where he finds Derek standing outside, not a hair out of place. He’s literally sitting on the pavement, casually checking his phone. Maybe he’s googling how to hunt down horny werewolves but that would be totally unnecessary because he should just be able to sniff Isaac out.
“The fuck are you doing?” Stiles asks as he nears Derek, who doesn’t look up at Stiles. Instead he just holds up a finger before going back to stabbing his screen. A few moments later, Derek smirks victoriously and gets up, slipping the phone into his back pocket. “Okay, seriously, what the hell were you doing?”
What the actual—
“Trying to beat my score at Candy Crush,” Derek says, shrugging.
—fuck.
Stiles takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Candy crush? It’s a game, Stiles,” Derek huffs, rolling his eyes like he’s so done with Stiles. “You make these—“
“Candy crush?! I thought you were dying you asshole! Or I thought Isaac got himself sucked dry—oh shut up, don’t you date say it,” he snaps when Derek opens his mouth, undoubtedly to make a smartass comment.
“What gave you that idea?” he asks finally, frowning.
“You called me at three in the morning and told me to come over immediately!”
“Yeah, I lost forgot my keys in the loft.”
Stiles waits for more of an explanation because—what. “So? Why are you calling me?”
Derek points to the keychain in Stiles’s hand. “You have a spare key.”
“Um, no I don’t,” Stiles snorts, rolling his eyes. “I would totally know if I—,” he falls quiet when Derek takes his keys and finds a dull yellow key in between a mass of silver ones, waving it in Stiles’s face. “How do I even have that?”
“I put it there,” Derek shrugs, heading into the loft. Stiles stands outside, frozen in place, moving only when Derek disappears inside the building.
“Put it there when?” Stiles exclaims, following Derek up the stairs.
“Don’t know, maybe like a few months ago?”
“Are you shitting me right now? Like am I being Punk’d? Are you secretly friends with Ashton Kutcher?”
Derek looks over his shoulder, quirking a brow at him like he’s questioning Stiles’s sanity, which frankly is rude as fuck because Stiles is perfectly normal, okay?
“I put it on your keychain one night,” Derek admits, as he opens the door to his apartment. “I came by to ask you something but you were passed out in bed and I happened to have a spare key so I just did it.”
Stiles gawks at him, mouth dropping open like a goldfish.
“I—what—how—why?” he finally manages to ask.
Derek shuffles his feet, looking away. It remarkable how it takes less than a second for his casual, too-cool-for-you demeanour to slip, only to be replaced by hesitation and nervousness.
Stiles steps closer and his head whips back at Stiles, uncertainty written all over his face. In classic Derek style though, he plants his feet, raises his chin defiantly, and crosses his arms over his chest. It makes Stiles want to roll his eyes. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “I’m not judging you. I just want to know why you decided to revert back to being a creeper wolf. I thought we were finally making progress.”
There’s a slight twitch in Derek’s lips and Stiles smirks mentally.
“I just—,” Derek starts, but breaks off. He glares at the floor, like he’s trying to formulate the right words in his mind so Stiles waits patiently. They were also making progress on this front; this whole thinking before speaking thing. Although that was mainly for Stiles but whatever. “It’s just that I have a habit of forgetting my keys when I go on runs, even back when I lived in New York with Laura.”
“Okay…?” Stiles treads gently because this is still new territory for them, to share intimate family secrets with each other.
Derek huffs. “I just—Laura used to have a spare key to our apartment in New York and I didn’t know who else would come whenever I call.” He mumbles the last bit, but Stiles hears it loud and clear like a foghorn.
It makes him—actually he doesn’t know what to think or feel. This is an unprecedented step in their relationship, or whatever it is that they have going on. They’ve known each other for almost eight years now and although lots of things have changed between them, no change has ever felt so monumental.
Derek bites his lip. “I can take the key back, it’s okay—,” he starts quietly, voice every bit as small as he’s trying to make himself look, but Stiles swipes the keys out of Derek’s hand. Tomorrow he’ll totally rub it in Derek’s face how he actually managed to grab something from Derek’s grip so easily.
“No takebacks!” Stiles blurts, clutching the keys in his hand. Derek snaps his head up, peering at Stiles like he’s trying to see the lie and the intense scrutiny makes him redden slightly. “That’s a rule. The rule. That I apparently just made up. But it’s a thing. When you give something to someone, you can’t take it back. You have to wait until they give it back. Trust me.”
“That’s a rule?” Derek asks, a small smile curling on his lips and the sight totally makes Stiles’s heart go boom.
“Yes,” he says firmly.
“Well then, I can’t go around breaking rules, can I?” Derek’s smile grows and Stiles can’t help but grin back.
“Of course not. You need to set a good example for your puppies,” Stiles answers. He clears his throat, inching away. “Um, I better get going, actually. Have work tomorrow morning so…”
Derek gives a hasty nod. “Yeah of course. Thank you. For coming.”
Stiles is almost out of the apartment when Derek calls him. “You can, y’know, use the key if you want,” Derek mumbles, coughing. “Only if you want though. Sometimes it’s a pain to let you in and you always forget your stuff here and I’m not always home anyways so—“
Stiles beams and there’s no doubt in his mind that his cheeks are flushed bright red, but that’s okay because so are Derek’s. “Okay, I’ll use it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
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