I’m so so sorry to hear about that! To try and cheer you, I wrote some apartment!sterek 🙂 feel better, my love!
Stiles fumbles with the doorknob at first but
eventually he steps into his new apartment with a huge grin. “Man, this place
isn’t tiny!” His last apartment, down in the middle of town, was tiny and at
least two-hundred years old, but this one is completely new and doesn’t have
seeping walls and an odd smell. In fact, everything smells new. Derek must be
losing his mind.Speaking of Derek, the door slams open behind
Stiles and the walls shudder when the knob hits the painted surface with a dull
thump. He’s carrying at least four boxes and Stiles can’t even see his face,
but he’s sure that it looks pissed off, as always. Stiles thinks it’s his fault
for insisting on making as little trips as possible.The couch is already in there, and there’s
enough room for a good amount more.“This isn’t a big place,” Derek remarks, losing
his grip on the bottom box and adjusting his grip with a heavy huff. He sets
all of them amongst the large pile on the floor. “It’s still a shoebox.”“Yeah, but it’s better, kind of shoebox, like
going from Walmart brand to Adidas; more expensive and kind of cooler!” Stiles
lays on the couch and watches Derek’s muscles working as he moves some boxes
out of the way. He’s sweating straight through his t-shirt and his face is sporting
a red blush. Moving even gets to werewolves, apparently. But Stiles is beyond
excited that they’re doing this despite the pain in the ass that moving is;
this place is going to be theirs. Derek is used to living in the loft
with no ceiling at all (Stiles thinks he got the upgrade there) and the only
furniture being a couch, a table, and a bed.Derek raises an eyebrow his way when Stiles
starts to whistle a slow tune, deep in thought.“Oh, don’t mind me at all,” Stiles comments. He
feels sweaty and gross too, and feels like he at least deserves a break, or a
water, but all of those are still in the truck. Derek sighs and takes another
trip, returning with three more boxes, larger ones this time. This time when he
sets them down he puts his hands on his hips and looks at the piles.“Maybe we should take a break.”
Stiles chuckled. “You know, for someone with
superhuman powers, you’re awfully lazy.”Derek rolls his eyes. “Coming from you. All you
carried was the box of photos, and that weighed a collective five pounds.”“Shut it, the weight of your big head added a
few hundred,” With a gesturing motion, he widens the space between his
legs, opens his arms. Derek shuts the door and stalks over to him, falling down
into the space Stiles had made, snuffling into his neck then sighing. Stiles
drags a hand down the slope of Derek’s spine and marvels in the grumble he
makes in return.“This place is nice,” Derek mumbles.
Stiles’s face breaks out in a sarcastic grin. “A
very nice shoebox.” That earns him a slap to the thigh and a kiss on the
lower arch of his neck. Derek’s head moves up and Stiles meets his mouth
immediately. The hand on Stiles’s thigh moves up and down slowly as they kiss
and Stiles starts to curl his leg around Derek’s ankle before he pulls back.“There’s gotta be a joke in there about
Christening some stuff in here,” Stiles laughs.“Don’t be blasphemous,” Derek says seriously,
earning another laugh. The corner of his mouth cracks up. “A break it is.”
Tag: fluff
For a sterek prompt to cheer everyone up – how about something soft and warm and cuddly. Stiles and Derek in bed or on the sofa and fluff and comfort and good things. Something to make us all smile. Thank you for your generous offer of writing 😊
so this is a teaser from my nano fic, a modern royalty arranged marriage au. hope you like it! thank you for the prompt ❤
“I know you’re awake,” Stiles says.
“Nope,” Derek denies, keeping his eyes closed, but smiles when he feels a couple of fingers running up and down his face, poking his cheeks.
“Derek,” Stiles says, poking harder. “Derek. Derek. Derek. Der—mmdeh!”
Derek catches his finger with a tight grip, twisting it just slightly. He smirks the more Stiles tries to fight his grip off, squawking indignantly.
“You can’t treat me this way! I’m the Crown Prince,” Stiles exclaims. Derek opens his eyes then, if only to give him an amused look, making Stiles huff, “Well, I am!”
“You can’t just use that as an excuse to get everything you want,” Derek reminds him, letting go of his finger.
“Of course I can,” Stiles waves him off. “I’m the Crown Prince.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “That holds about as much power as me saying ‘I’m the Alpha’ if I was a wolf.”
Stiles hides a smile. “Aw, that’s cute. I didn’t know you wanted to be a wolf, big guy!”
“I don’t want to be—“
“I’m bored,” Stiles announces. He pokes Derek in the stomach. “Entertain me.”
Derek looks at him incredulously. “You woke me up because you were bored? Stiles—,” he gets cut off again.
“But everyone else in the house is gone! Your sisters are at some party thing and your mom—well, even if Talia was home, I’m not sure I’d be hanging out with her anyways so that’s irrelevant, I guess—but anyways, that leaves you!” Stiles whines, ticking off everybody with his fingers. “Erica isn’t here either and Boyd is doing responsible things.”
Derek groans. He rubs his eyes and slowly gets up; he can kiss his sleep goodbye. “You mean his job?”
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”
“Okay, what do you suggest we do?” Derek asks, finally. Something jolts in his stomach when Stiles lets out an excited noise, clapping with delight. He can see the gears turning in Stiles’s head so he hastily adds, “I’m not moving from here.”
“Yeah, yeah, Sourwolf, I got that.”
Derek quirks a brow. “Sourwolf?”
Stiles rolls his eyes. “Well, you do want to be a wolf.”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, I don’t—,” Derek starts but stops when Stiles grabs his cheeks, patting them gently.
“It’s okay, let your true dreams shine!”
“Are you drunk? Did—did Boyd sneak you something?”
Stiles huffs. “No, he didn’t, you—wait, can Boyd sneak me something?”
He gets a mischievous glint in his eyes and yeah, Derek’s going to regret this one.
“No, Boyd can’t sneak you anything,” Derek denies but it’s a futile matter.
“Whatever. I’ll keep that in mind for a later day. Now, here’s what I’m thinking. How about we get a movie going? I can get my laptop—“
“We have a movie room, you know that right? We’ve seen movies in there before,” Derek states.
Stiles sighs, like he’s about to explain a complicated foreign concept to a toddler. It should be annoying but it only makes Derek smile.
“Yes, but you said you didn’t want to leave your bed,” Stiles points out, and yeah, okay maybe Derek dies a little inside at that. “So you stay here and I’m going to get everything. Don’t you dare fall asleep, Hale!”
Derek grins to himself as Stiles skips out of his room, warmth spreading through his chest. It’s weird to think about how much things have changed between them now after only a month. Despite the teasing from his sisters and the knowing looks from his mom, even Derek can’t deny that there’s something between him and Stiles.
As much as Stiles tries to hold on to his walls, they’re shaking, slowly crumbling down, and it’s evident in how he treats Derek. He looks freely at Derek, smiles big and genuine and carefree, even going as far as touching Derek. There’s no hesitancy in any of Stiles’s actions; everything is just easy.
If this is what Derek finally gets to have, maybe it was worth being held at arms’ length before.
“Okay, so I know it’s technically your turn to pick what we see, but I really want to see Zootopia since it’s on Netflix now,” Stiles announces as he flies back into Derek’s room, laptop tucked away under one arm as he balances a big tub of popcorn in his hands.
He stills when he looks at Derek, mouth dropping open.
“What?” Derek asks, suddenly unsure. He looks around him, trying to figure out what happened.
Stiles clears his throat, cheeks pinking as he shakes his head. “Nope, uh—never mind.” At Derek’s unwavering expression, he falters slightly. “Um, it’s just, I realized that we’re going to be in your bed. We’ve never really done that before.”
It clicks, and Derek coughs. “Right, sorry, that’s—um—you’re right. Here, why don’t we go to the movie room?”
But Stiles is already shaking his head and moving around to the other side of the bed. He shoves the popcorn tub at Derek, giving a tiny jolt when their fingers graze. He puts the laptop on bed and hesitantly climbs on, shoving his feet under the blanket. They look at each other awkwardly.
Derek’s heart hammers loudly in his chest, glad that Stiles can’t hear. It almost makes him laugh, realizing how both of them are suddenly so nervous and awkward like a pair of thirteen year-olds on their first date together. He’s about to suggest just using the movie room but Stiles shakes himself off and pops open the laptop, quickly pulling up Netflix with a new look of determination on his face.
“If you finish all the popcorn like last time, I’ll murder you,” he says absently, leaning back as they wait for the movie to load.
“That would look good on the front page of all the newspapers. Crown Prince Kills His Rumoured Fiance Over Popcorn,” Derek mocks rolling his eyes, all awkwardness forgotten.
Stiles looks at him through the periphery. “People would understand. It’s popcorn. That’s serious business.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m the—,” Stiles starts and Derek groans.
“If you say, Crown Prince, I’ll murder you,” he snipes, making Stiles laugh. And there’s that warmth again.
They watch the movie in silence, the quiet broken only by either of them snickering or outright laughing at scenes in the movie. At one point, Stiles laughs so hard, he’s clutching at Derek’s arm as he wipes tears from his eyes, and Derek can’t do anything but stare wondrously in return.
“You remind me of the fox,” Derek says, once the movie is over and Stiles shuts the laptop.
“Nick?” Stiles asks. Derek nods.
“You’re both sly and clever. You know exactly what you want and everyone knows better than to get in your way,” Derek muses, lips twitching into a smile.
Stiles gives him a thoughtful look. “But then we wouldn’t get along.” Derek raises his brows at him, and Stiles clarifies, “Foxes and wolves don’t get along.”
Derek hums, thinking about it. “Maybe,” he allows, giving Stiles a confident look. “But we would.”
Stiles seems surprised by his confidence, as he always is whenever Derek announces anything that, to him, seems very obvious. Then, slowly, his lips curl into a shy smile, small but pleased.
“I think so too.”
Oh my goodness, this is gorgeous – and what a wonderful teaser for a story?! Can’t wait to see more 😊
@notvirginawoolf prompted “there’s only one room, and also only one bed” and I went vague fantasy AU with it. Derek is some kind of knight and Stiles is a mage, and… well, there’s only one room at the inn. 😛
Come to think of it, this also fits a prompt from @lumenlight about unrequited love and happy ending, so two for one deal, I guess. 🙂
* * *
Derek doesn’t even argue when the
innkeeper gruffly informs them that there’s only one room left. And
that there’s only one bed in it, because of course there is. At this
point, Derek has stopped trying to fight whatever the universe is
trying to pull in regards to his friendship with Stiles. Test his
resolve, maybe?First it was the bandits, who thought
it was funny tying them up face to face rather than back to back.
That only made it easier to escape, but there were indeed a few
minutes where Derek had to just quietly count to fifty in his head
and then think hard about brick-moulding rather than how he could see
every tiny fleck of color in Stiles’ eyes from so up close.Then it was the goddamn horse. Nothing
up until then had ever indicated that Derek’s horse was unruly or
easily spooked. That didn’t change the fact that when they’d woken up
this morning, their camp only contained a single horse, the rope
obviously chewed up where Derek’s horse had been tied the day before.They’d taken turns walking at first,
but they just didn’t make good enough time, and so had to share the
horse for at least some of the trip. No amount of counting could
really make up for the soft bouncing of the horse mashing Stiles up
against Derek’s front for mile after mile, but at least Stiles had
elected not to say anything about Derek’s obvious predicament. After
all that, of course they had been late to make it to the city, and
the fact that they’ve finally found a room is a blessing in itself,
so Derek just takes it.
Stiles sticking his cold toes under Derek’s warm legs and Derek pretending to be mad about it, but secretly loving every time that Stiles touches him, because even when the touch is cold, it makes Derek feel warm inside.
for kasign.
edited for sterek purposes :>
Laura’s in the middle of one of her lectures when Derek catches sight of Stiles walking through the door. Every nerve in his body immediately stiffens, and he forces himself to relax before Laura notices. Unfortunately, Laura’s not the type to let anything pass her by. She pauses.
Stares him down.
Derek can feel his eye twitching, but he doesn’t break, and, he doesn’t look over to where Stiles is rocking back and forth on his heels, rubbing his hands together as he peruses the menu.
Okay, so he might not be looking over at Stiles, but he is aware of every movement Stiles is making.
He doesn’t whimper when Stiles swivels on his feet and catches sight of him and Laura. He doesn’t.
He also doesn’t notice the way Stiles purposefully strides towards them and plonks himself down onto the table over. Laura, however, does.
She kicks Derek under the table. “He’s cute,” she hisses, ignoring the way he grimaces. Derek scowls at her, reaching down to rub at his shin, and not-so-subtly glances over. Stiles is the picture of innocence, but Derek knows he heard Laura, because there’s a smirk that’s tugging at the corner of his mouth, his face carefully turned away so Laura can’t see.
“Laura,” Derek warns, and she makes a face.
“Oh come on, when was the last time you got laid? Like, six months?”
Derek inhales sharply. “Laura,” he whispers angrily, as Stiles chokes, and Laura turns to eye him suspiciously, but Stiles has his phone out, and he looks like he’s laughing on the screen, so she turns back to Derek, whose face is bright red at this point. He didn’t really need Stiles to know that he’d been on a fairly lengthy dry spell before they met nearly two months ago.
A dry spell Stiles had helped him relinquish. Multiple times.
“What? It’s not like it isn’t true,” she shrugs, unconcerned, and Derek clenches his jaw.
“You’re not exactly talking quietly,” he says, still angry. She makes another face, and stabs her fork into an innocent tomato slice.
“I’m just saying,” she mutters petulantly, dropping her gaze down to her plate, and Derek feels the sudden urge to apologize. He hasn’t done anything wrong though, so he shovels a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth to stop himself from saying anything. The mood has gone quiet and somber, and Derek’s wracking his brain for something to say that isn’t an apology, when Stiles clears his throat loudly, and Derek’s phone starts to vibrate in his pocket. He turns to him, sees Laura do the same in his periphery, and wrinkles his brow in confusion when Stiles is tapping his fingers in an irregular rhythm on the countertop, completely oblivious. Derek doesn’t pick up, because duh, Laura, but Stiles doesn’t seem fazed. In fact, his whole face brightens up when he reaches Derek’s voicemail. He settles in more comfortably in his chair, before he catches Derek’s gaze briefly, and he’s suddenly worried about the manic gleam his eyes.
He doesn’t know why, but he has the sudden feeling he should run far, far away.
“Hey,” Stiles’ voice has gone flirty, quiet enough, but still loud enough for both Derek and Laura to hear. Derek can feel his palms start to sweat. “I was just thinking about last night, and,” he pauses and laughs, low and pleased. Derek suddenly feels too-hot in his skin, and he knows he’s blushing. “So I thought I’d tell you now that you better not have plans on Saturday night, because I’m going to sit on your face.”
Derek feels a flash of lust zing through his belly, and he’s staring at Stiles in disbelief when Stiles hangs up, turns to him, and has the gall to wink. Laura, who misses the wink, looks both scandalized and impressed. She mouths ‘wow’ at Derek. “Oh my word,” she says softly, fanning herself. She glances at Stiles then back at Derek again, and a thoughtful look crosses her face.
“No,” he says, before she even opens her mouth.
“You could really use some pointers,” she argues, and before Derek can stop her, she leans over to tap Stiles on the shoulder. “Hi, I’m Laura.”
Stiles raises an eyebrow. “Stiles,” he offers, then laughs when Laura looks absolutely confused. “It’s a nickname. Don’t ask.”
“Alrighty then,” she relaxes into her seat with a smile, before kicking Derek in the shin. Again. “This idiot is my brother, Derek,” she says, not unkindly, and ignores the way Derek scowls at her. Stiles turns and directs a smile onto Derek. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes flick up and down his body as he blatantly checks Derek out, but Laura’s still talking, oblivious. “He’s a bit… Well, tragic is a bit mean, so we’ll stick with horrifically ungifted in the art of being smooth,” she was saying, and Derek wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill her, or himself.
Stiles bites a lip, looking like it’s killing himself not to laugh. “Is that so?”
Laura nods, and she pins Stiles with her most effective puppy dog expression. “I overheard you on the phone -“
“Did you?” Stiles asks, eyes wide, like it’s any news to him, and Derek falls a little bit in love with the smirk curling across his face. “I’m so sorry about that.”
Laura waves the comment away.
“No big, I was just wondering if you could give him some, I don’t know, pointers or something?” Stiles’ eyebrows flew up, and this time, he couldn’t hold back the snort. Laura sighs, put upon. “I know it sounds silly, but I just want him to be happy, you know?” Despite it all, Derek feels a rush of fondness for his older sister. “I think he’s forgotten how.”
Or maybe not.
“Didn’t you have a meeting to get to?” Derek butts in rudely, watching in satisfaction as Laura glances at her watch and swears.
“Please, at least think about it,” she begs Stiles, as she’s standing and double checking she has everything in her bag.
Stiles shrugs. “I don’t see why not? I’m free right now, so if Derek’s not busy…” he trails off, and Laura squeals in delight.
“He’s free until six!” she hollers, before bending down to hug Stiles quickly. “Thanks, cutie,” she winks, and leans over the table to kiss Derek on the cheek. “Try to remember how to flirt, grumpy puss,” she teases, but her voice is fond, and she laughs when Derek scowls at her. “Love you.”
“Yeah, you too,” he sighs, and she disappears, leaving him with the check. Again.
Damn her.
He belatedly remembers Stiles, who’s watching him with a soft look on his face. “I’m so sorry about her,” he says lamely, and is totally not expecting the way Stiles throws his head back to laugh.
“Are you kidding? That was hilarious,” he says, glancing out the window to where Laura’s disappearing into a cab, shooting them a final wave. “You’re not smooth?” he asks, before he hums thoughtfully. “I seem to recall you being pretty smooth when we met.”
Derek rolls his eyes, but Stiles can tell he’s pleased. “Laura is Laura. She has her own ideas about things,” he says, and hooks his ankle around Stiles’ under the table.
Stiles bites his lip, and smiles up at Derek slyly. “I really am free right now, if you wanna?” he waggles his eyebrows, and despite how ridiculous he looks, Derek can hear the heat underneath the words, and he nods.
Stiles beams at him.
+++
When Derek brings Stiles to dinner the next Friday, Laura’s smug for about ten seconds before they tell her they’d been dating the entire time.
She kicks Derek in the shin, and he doesn’t even say a word.
Derek’s a bunch of contradictions. He’s all lines and sharp words and angles, but he’s putty under Stiles’ touch, soft in the throes of sleep, and curls around Stiles during the coldest nights. He throws his clothes on the floor every night, but pitches a fit when Stiles accidentally bumps his shaving cream off-center.
He likes his coffee iced, but prefers his water warm. Even in the summers.
His whole wardrobe is painted in shades of blacks and greys, but his new apartment is almost surgically white, pastel curtains muted by brown trimming.
The muscles in his back are strong and sinewy, the fiber pulling and stretching when he moves, almost invincible, but the triskele on his back tells a different story.
“It reminds me that there are parts of me that are still human,” he tells Stiles one night. It’s quiet, a hushed confession, and Stiles holds his breath so he doesn’t lose this part of Derek to the night air. “Parts of me that are fragile. Parts I’m not sure I have control over, not like with the rest of me. Alpha, Beta, Omega. Past, Present, Future,” he lists. “Everything is connected, see,” he explains, his fingers curling and twisting around Stiles’ own. “And yet, not everything is the same.”
He looks Stiles in the eye.
“It reminds me that sometimes, it’s okay to need someone who is my complete opposite, because just because we’re different, doesn’t mean we aren’t connected in all the ways it matters,” he finishes quietly, and rests their joined hands over his heart, where Stiles can feel the steady thumps vibrating through the tips of his fingers and spreading warmth through his body, an unstoppable force.
Stiles doesn’t know how he got this lucky.
Concept: Stiles looking in the mirror and discovering his first gray hairs on his temple. Derek coming up behind him and kissing him right where the hairs are, then telling him that he always thought a man with gray hair was sexy.
The Cintron Hall Situation
Summary: Stiles is freezing and miserable in his dorm, so he
decides to knock on his hot neighbor Derek’s door for help.Notes: I just wanted to write some bedsharing fic! (On AO3)
Stiles loves Cintron hall. It’s the oldest dorm on campus, made
of sturdy, weather-worn brown brick. It’s known as the “boring” dorm, because
it’s filled mainly with the nerdy and socially awkward (and the science majors,
who are often both).There are never any loud parties or fights at Cintron, but
sometimes on the weekends, people hang out in the lobby and watch movies or the
latest episode of Doctor Who.(@shealwaysreads, I think you might like this?)
OH MY GOODNESS YES I LOVED IT!!!
Thank you so much for tagging me – this is EXACTLY my jam 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻✨✨✨
30 Thankful Days, Day 3: Gift for @annoyinglycute.
Sterek, Trapped in a closet AU
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“If you make even one joke, I’m going to bust out of here in the loudest possible way and then run and leave your ass to get eaten.”
Stiles lasted five seconds before he simply had to ask in a rushed whisper, “I thought you didn’t want me to make a joke?”
Derek’s chest rumbled in a low, menacing growl.
“No, look, I’m just saying. If you don’t want me to make a joke, you literally can’t talk about asses being eaten when we’re trapped in a closet together!” Stiles hissed, feeling utterly hindered by his inability to gesticulate considering that his hands were caught between their bodies in a way that was… both awkward and uncomfortable, but was actually a godsend due to the fact that the width of his forearms was preventing their groins from touching.
Yeah. That would be infinitely more awkward.
A slithering sound from right outside the door made them both hold their breath, Stiles’ eyes flaring wide in an attempt to see through the thick wooden door against which Derek’s back was pressed. Because Derek had to be a big damn hero and use his body as a possible shield, which, argh. The idiot had no sense of self-preservation.
And then the slithering went past again, slowing down and getting louder and Derek was…plastered to Stiles’ front. Completely. The only way they could be closer was if their clothes disintegrated and Stiles wasn’t entirely sure that would really get them closer. Which, of course, meant…
“Really, Stiles?” Derek’s voice was barely there, but still carried enough outrage to burn directly into Stiles’ soul.
Stiles buys Derek the simplest black bracelet and Derek usually doesn’t even wear the simplest jewelry but the bracelet has “you are enough” written on it
Stiles has said it before but he sees in Derek’s eyes that he doesn’t believe him so he hopes that by wearing it and seeing it every day, Derek might find it in himself to start accepting this truth
At some point Derek stops wearing the bracelet and Stiles notices and is upset because even on his worst days, he knows Derek usually sticks it out and doesn’t take the bracelet off but then on the next bad day when he goes to Stiles for cuddles and Stiles talks to him sweetly Derek finished his speech by adding “because I am enough”
Derek takes the bracelet out of his pocket and then puts it around Stiles’ wrist because he doesn’t need it anymore but he knows Stiles still doubts himself even when Derek tells him that he’s his everything and he tells him “and you’re more than enough, too”
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