Chance Encounters by stilinski_wolf
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 4082
Derek is studying on the grass on his college campus when he gets hit with a football out of nowhere, and the jock who comes to retrieve the ball and apologize to Derek takes his breath away.
It really sucks that he’ll most likely never see him again.
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 + Derek having a daily kissing quota
“Twenty-five,” Stiles says as he walks by the table where Derek is sitting and leans down to kiss him.
“Twenty-six,” Derek says leaning in one more time.
“You two are absolutely disgusting,” Isaac announces loudly. “And it’s only eight in the morning, how are you already almost to thirty?”
“They start ridiculously early,” Scott interjects. “Which I only know from living with them for two years. They have to get to a hundred before they’re satisfied. It’s actually disgusting.”
Stiles can’t help but laugh because Scott has been just as disgustingly romantic with Allison all these years, so he’s allowed to be disgusting with Derek. Which is exactly why he leans down again and kisses his boyfriend.
“Why a hundred?” Allison asks.
Derek shrugs. “I just never want to regret a day where I didn’t kiss him enough.”
And Stiles just has to kiss him again.
When You’re Sleeping
“Person A knowing that person B does cute things when A is asleep (plays with their hair, gives forehead kisses, tracing lips, gentle snuggling, draws them, etc). One day person A pretends to be asleep, but ends up being unable to hold back a smile as person B begins displaying their rare affection”
For my wife-to-be @the-mess-sterek-left-behind.
♥
[ Also on AO3 ]
The
first time it happened, it was so quick, it might as well have been
an accident.It
was movie night at Erica’s, and there was a heavy weight on Derek’s
shoulder, a soft snoring in his ear. He didn’t need to look to know
Stiles was fast asleep on him, had been for several minutes now.Stiles
had been yawning from the moment Derek walked into Erica’ apartment,
arms full of the extra snacks she had made him buy on the way over.
Because apparently they didn’t have enough already, despite the whole
living room table being full of bowls and plates with them. Erica
went all out to impress everyone though, had been stressing about it
for weeks before, so Derek hadn’t thought twice before he’d said he’d
do it.The
movie had started and not ten minutes after, Stiles was fast asleep
on his shoulder.Had
it happened a few years ago, Derek would have shoved him off with an
annoyed grunt and told him to not drool on him. But now – after
everything they had been through together, and after they stopped
pining and started dating – he just smiled fondly for a second and
let him stay there.
Okay but think: grumpy Derek Hale that doesn’t seem to like anybody turns into a lil cutie pie that can’t stop smiling and blushing when this new kid Stiles talks to him. Seriously. I need a burnt marshmallow that’s crunchy on the outside and gooey on the inside. I need a cupcake wrapped up in a wool sweater that smiles so adorable ;D
Um. I think you can see from this that I’m incredibly attracted to hands/fingers/forearms? I would say I’m sorry but that’d be a lie…
I hope you still enjoy it though!
It starts out small,
like it always does, and it catches him by surprise. One minute he’s doodling
something in the lines of his notebook, a small drawing of a planet, and the
next he’s staring at some guy who’s awkwardly standing in the doorway, his
hands moving like he doesn’t know what to do with them until he pushes his
glasses up his nose.The guy looks around,
his eyes landing on Derek for a second before moving on, and Derek can feel
himself inexplicably start to blush. The guy’s fingers find a loose thread, and
he starts twisting it like there’s no tomorrow and Derek can’t look away.
For @stilinskihalefamily because I hear it’s your birthday 🙂
“Happy Birthday dear Derek! Happy Birthday to you!”
They’re crowding around the big wooden dining table, the
room decked out lovingly by Stiles and Erica earlier in the day so that twisting
streamers stretch from each corner to the middle of the room, and fairy lights
switch on and off along the window sills.“Make a wish!” Scott,
Stiles, and Erica shout in unison.Derek rolls his eyes and blows out all twenty-three of the
candles shoved haphazardly onto his cake.Stiles helps Derek remove the candles, then passes him
a knife. Derek takes it with a thank you, then cuts the cake in half.“It’s dirty! You have to kiss the nearest boy!” Kira shouts.
“Don’t you mean girl?” Scott asks with adorable confusion.
“Well I just thought, because Derek’s gay-“
Their argument doesn’t go any further because Derek leans
over to Stiles and presses their lips together. Everyone falls silent.When Derek draws back, Stiles can’t help but raise his
fingers to his lips.“I think it’s customary for a kiss on the cheek,” Stiles
says.“But that wasn’t what I wished for,” Derek replies softly.
“You’re not supposed to tell people. Then it won’t come
true.”“Even though it’s already happened?” Derek asks teasingly.
“Well, maybe it won’t happen again now.”
“Is that true?” Derek asks.
“Not one bit,” Stiles says, then grabs Derek by his
shoulders and brings him close so that they can kiss again, feeling a little like he’s just gotten a present, even though it’s not his birthday.Ugh, thank you so much!!!
Sterek: “We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.” Please? ^_^
Stiles opens the door to their hotel room with a flourish.
He’s reverted backing to using extra bravado to hide feeling uncomfortable.
Not that he feels uncomfortable with Derek.
It’s just been weird. Because of how not weird it’s been.
They were elected (forced) to go on this trip to visit a pack Derek’s mom used to know because everyone else was busy or had better excuses out of it.
Stiles doesn’t mind spending time with Derek, but he had expected all that condensed time with him to be driving Derek mad.
But he honestly seems like he’s having a good time.
And Stiles is too.
It’s been the best vacation he’s had in a long time.
Minus the fact that it’s done nothing to quell his crush on Derek.
It’s their last night together and Stiles is going to miss it.
Or he was.
Now he may be panicking a little.
Because there’s only one bed.
“Um…” Stiles hesitates.
Derek strolls right past him into the room; it takes him several beats to realize Stiles is still by the door. “What’s up?”
“There were supposed to be two beds. I can go see-“
Derek shrugs. “It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.”
“We do always share blankets on the couch. Can’t be that different, right?” Stiles smiles weakly.
In The Same League
It’s @lena221b‘s birthday today, and she deserves all the things, so naturally I have to post fic. So here, sweetiepie, have some insecure Stiles with a pinch of smut and lots of feels and… well, maybe a little more ugly reality than usual, but I hope you like it anyway. ❤ Hope you have the most awesome day! ❤ ❤
~1600 words of magic!Stiles and deputy!Derek, mixed with domestic fluff and Stiles angsting over stuff.
* * *
It’s been three long days, and Stiles
could weep from how happy he is when he realizes that the magic
user’s convention is winding down half a day early, and he can head
home rather than stay another night. So he drives for six hours,
drags himself up the porch steps of the rebuilt Hale house close to
midnight, and lets himself in with a sigh of relief. Home at last.It’s dark inside, but the TV is on,
adding soft background noise and a flicker of light in the living
room, and Stiles grins when he spots Derek asleep on the couch. He’s
obviously tired too.Derek doesn’t like to admit it, but he
sleeps poorly without Stiles, and also doesn’t like when he’s so far
away. But their schedules just did not match up well enough this
time, so Derek couldn’t tag along. To make up for it he took on way
too much work at the sheriff’s department to keep his mind off his
empty bed, and, werewolf or not, three days of non-stop work is
apparently enough to make anyone pass out on the couch.He doesn’t even stir when Stiles flicks
on a small lamp, and quietly sits himself on the coffee table, just
to look his fill for a minute. He’ll poke Derek awake, and drag him
off to bed in a minute. But as soon as Stiles’ eyes adjust to the
light he frowns. Because Derek looks different, the soft glow of the
lamp showing Stiles something he’s never seen before.
I have this idea of Stiles programming personal ringtones for everyone in his phone. But when he and Derek get together, he’s stuck because /obviously/ he has to change his. Stiles can’t figure anything out, & Derek just seems unimpressed with the whole thing. Stiles gives up and ends up busy, forgetting about it for a few days. And then Derek calls him about a week later, maybe asking him to grab a pizza or something before he comes over, and suddenly Stiles’ phone is playing ‘Howlin for you’
this is wonderful and thank you for this ask– i love love the idea of stiles doing personal ringtones for everyone. BUT WHAT IF STILES DECIDES THIS IS THE RINGTONE BEFORE THEY GET TOGETHER
Queen’s “You’re My Best Friend” continues to blare as Stiles digs underneath the passenger’s seat for his phone. He’s very aware of the undignified position he’s in, but Scott’s calling and Stiles needs to pick up the phone. Now. He squirms, getting the Jeep’s gear to the stomach, and he can’t reach–
“Why don’t you just get out and walk around to the passenger side?” Derek says from behind him.
Stiles can picture it, Derek folding his arms and probably looking unimpressed, and scoffing at Stiles’ ineptitude, probably. Stiles huffs and plants his knees on the driver’s seat, ass wobbling precariously in the air. “Because I’m already here and I know where the phone is.” He does. He touched the metal casing, right before the song stopped playing. Great. Now Scott’s probably leaving a voicemail, which does not bode well since Stiles said he was getting Derek’s info about the troll and now Scott doesn’t know that the thing’s saliva is poisonous and–
“Why don’t you go round that way and help? What are you standing around there for?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, but then Stiles can hear him stepping around the Jeep. Derek helpfully starts reaching underneath the seat, looking for Stiles’ phone and grumbling. “There’s so much junk under here,” he mutters, pulling out a copy of Wuthering Heights that Stiles was supposed to return to Lydia. Three years ago, when he was still in high school.
Derek’s phone is in the stomach of the last troll, so unfortunately their only line of communication with the rest of the pack is to find Stiles’ phone. In the dark.
Fortunately, Lydia starts calling. Stiles can hear a few bars of Beethoven’s 9th before it stops, like she was interrupted while calling.
“We don’t have time for this, we just need to get to them,” Derek mutters.
“Well that would be great, except we don’t know where–”
Derek howls. It resonates through the night, and in the distance there’s a returning howl.
Stiles tries not to tremble. This is no time thinking about how hot that was. Damn crush, he thought he was over this. Wasn’t going to college and dating other people supposed to put and end to this awful pining?
Apparently not.
(A belated birthday gift for @paintedrecs, based
on a truly, truly ridiculous conversation. Thanks to @bleep0bleep for the beta read!)Derek slid open Stiles’s window and rolled into the room. He
expected the yelp of surprise that greeted his entrance, but not the yelp of
pain that immediately followed.“Ow! Fuck,
fuck, fuck, ow!”Derek immediately straightened. “Stiles? What happened?
Are you hurt?”Stiles sprang away from his desk, clutching his ass, face
twisted in pain. “I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m—”“—a terrible liar,” Derek cut in. “Let me see
how bad it is.”“No!” Stiles backed awkwardly away. “No, it’s
fine, I swear, it’s—ouch!”This was ridiculous. Derek crossed the room and grabbed
Stiles’s arm, turning him around perhaps a little more roughly than necessary.A small metal rod was sticking out of his ass.
Derek blinked. “Is that a scalpel?”
“No, it’s a knife! I was cutting some stuff out and you—”
Stiles’s mouth clacked shut.Derek could see where this was going. “You were
startled and stabbed yourself in the ass.”Stiles slapped at him, but Derek easily avoided the hits. “I
wasn’t startled,” Stiles
grumbled. “I was briefly surprised. Briefly surprised long enough to back
into my knife.”Derek rolled his eyes. Only Stiles.
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