Ask and you shall receive! Enjoy!
It takes Derek approximately five
minutes to put the fire on his wall
out after it’d been hit by a pot
on fire. He’s panting and the air is filled with smoke, but his fan is slowly feeding it out and he’s opened his window so he figures he doesn’t need to let anyone know yet.Someone
knocks on his door and Derek shuts his eyes in misery, thinks maybe someone has taken sympathy on him and
called the fire department. He’s kept relatively good control of the fire but
his wall is totally scorched and he’s probably made quite a ruckus for the
downstairs neighbors.Derek
shoves a thin t-shirt on and races over to the door, swinging it open. Standing
there isn’t the fire department, actually, but his neighbor that Derek
sometimes watches leaving and tries not to stare at. He’s thin but muscled and
has moles all over his face and down his neck, and he’s usually wearing a
graphic t-shirt when Derek sees him, but right now, his hair is a mess and he’s
in a red tank top and looking concerned.“Hey dude,
I um,” the guy, Stiles, says, waving his hand. “I know this is weird, but I
just smelled something burning from my apartment and I just wanted to check to
see if everything is okay.”Derek feels
his neck going hot and frowns. He blocks Stiles’s view into his apartment but
there’s no mistaking the smoke. Derek coughs lightly. Stiles motions like he
wants to come inside and Derek can’t really stop him, because he’s been wanting
Stiles to come in for months, though now totally isn’t the time. Stiles catches
sight of the scorch mark immediately. “Um. Dude, how exactly did that happen?
Did you burn a candle too close?”“I.” Derek
swallows, feeling embarrassed. “I threw a burning pot at the wall, actually.”Stiles’s
eyes go wide, and Jesus, Derek shouldn’t have shared that. “Wait, don’t tell me
it was–”“It was on
fire.” Derek debates going the rude route and shoving Stiles out, but Stiles
just starts smiling, and oh god–“How did
you manage pulling that off, man? Even I’m not that spastic.”Derek looks
down. “The fire burnt my hand and I couldn’t make it to the sink,” he
eventually says, and until then, he hadn’t even thought about his hand, but
Stiles immediately grabs both of his hands.“Let me
look,” he says, clicking his tongue when Derek hisses and takes them back.
“Give me a second.” He races away and Derek debates shutting the door to block
himself from further embarrassment, but Stiles is already back with what looks
like a first aid kit and some kind of package.“I’m fine,”
Derek says, but he doesn’t stop Stiles from taking his blistering fingers in
his hand. Derek can see that Stiles’s hands are strong looking and slightly
dirty. Stiles pulls out some gauze and a bunch of burn creams that he chooses
from and starts applying it. Almost immediately, the burning feeling is fading.
“You hurt yourself a lot?”Stiles’s
laugh is fleeting and bright. “I mean, yes, but I’m actually a firefighter. I
come home with burns a lot that I have to take care of.”Derek
laughs because of the coincidence. “You’re kidding.” He couldn’t
feel like a bigger idiot if he’d tried. And Stiles is just grinning like it’s
normal for him to help people with fires outside of his job. “Please tell me
this isn’t the worst case you’ve seen.”“I meant it
smells like you burnt butter, but even then, probably not.” Stiles looks down
and his smile is tiny and Derek can tell he’s only gently teasing. He fixes up
the bandages and runs his fingers lightly over them once to make sure they’re
tight.“Oh, thank
you. You didn’t have to.”Stiles
waves a hand. “Please, I’d be a bit of a dick if I didn’t.” He smiles. “Like, a
little bit.” He pulls the package out and winks at Derek before handing it
over. “It’s a fire blanket. It’s easier to use in case you ever try cooking
again, and you won’t get burned this way.”“You really
don’t have to,” Derek insists, putting the blanket back into Stiles’s hands.
“Really. I appreciate the help but–”“Let me
take you to dinner at least,” Stiles says, looking a bit put out that his offer
had been rejected, and Derek reluctantly reaches a hand out to grab the blanket
in response. Stiles coughs once, lightly. He looks between the blanket and
Derek’s face. “So, um, is you taking the blanket a no to dinner then? At least
to stop you from setting both of our homes on fire.”Derek
stares at him a bit.“I just
honestly thinks it’s corny to ask you out after you just got hurt and it has to
be a fire of all things, but,” Stiles’s voice fades away, and there’s a slight
blush on his cheeks that Derek stares at. “But never mind if you’d rather I
just leave you be, and that’d be cool.”“I watch
you play guitar on your balcony when you think I’m reading,” Derek hurries to
say. Stiles stops fidgeting. “You look tired sometimes, and I think you still
look good. Yes, we can go wherever you’d like, I mean.”Stiles
smiles. “I play ridiculous love songs whenever I think you’re paying attention.
How about Chinese?”“Sounds
great.”
Tag: fluff
Sterek Fic Recs: The Fake Boyfriend Edition
Are you ready for pining? Insane circumstances that cover up the RIDICULOUS feelings these two idiots have for each other? Buckle up babes.
Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extrordinaire by MereLoup
“Beacon County Sheriff’s Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”
“Oh thank god!”
“Stiles?”
“I, uh, I need some advice.”
“Advice?”
“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”
Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”
“Stiles…what are you doing right now?”
This is so funny, and so sweet, and so ridiculous. But the tags say it all – this is crack taken seriously and its done really well. Deputy!Stiles, Professor!Derek – Talia and Laura Hale – kittens – what more could you want? Oh, kissing you say? Well you get that too!
Won’t Treat You Like You’re Typical by Zee (orphan_account)
“You think this is funny?” Derek says, turning his glare on Stiles’ stupid smirking face.
“I think it’s hilarious,” Stiles says, shrugging when Derek looks incredulous. “Dude, it’s not like it’s forever, we’ll just have a few sleepovers until the hunters see that all the werewolves in town are properly tamed by their human mates and move on. And then I’ll have an awesome who-I-did-over-Summer-vacation story when Fall Semester starts!”
I love this fic – experienced!Stiles with inexperienced!Derek. There’s some delicious miscommunication and pining – but it never crosses that line to become annoying and too frustrating. Instead its the absolutely believable idiot communication these two idiots would absolutely conduct with each other. Derek’s reticence to have sex without it meaning something is something I love tbh. I always think a guy with a past like he has would have this attitude, and would be acutely aware of the ways in which sex isn’t casual. There’s a happy ending, of course, and some gorgeous awkward but sexy smut 😉
Don We Now Our Gay Fake Boyfriends by @relenafanel
“What happened to your sweet Camaro?” Stiles asked.
“His sister borrowed it,” Erica said cheerfully. “Drove to Lake Tahoe for the holidays and left him here without transportation and fending for himself.”
This was… perfect, actually. Stiles needed a fake date and Derek needed a drive. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll drive you to and from the party and in return I get to tell Mrs. Gordon you’re my date.”
“Fine.” Derek nodded.
Yes! Stiles had a fake date to the Holiday Party!
Okay, so let me tell you a thing. This fic is hilarious – the set up is perfection, Stiles is just – such an arsehole but you will love him anyway. And Derek? His sincere lack of giving a shit is just a gift. Christmas themed goodness here – complete with ugly christmas jumpers, snow, and gifts. Do yourself a favour and read it, it’s got everything you want.
The Newlywed Game by Captain_Loki
“Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.
Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.
Most probably homicide.
Plot twist: It doesn’t.”
Okay so this is probably one of my favourite sterek fics, the characterisations are on point (Stiles and Derek are such assholes) and the premise is just hilarious. So many moments will make you snort with laughter, and then there’s the moments where you’ll feel your heart swell by about 3 sizes from the sweetness. It’’s a fantastic summery fic, which will make you want to feel the sea lapping at your toes and the sun on your face. It’s just such an entertaining read!
“You want me to kick his ass?“ Isaac asks, sounding probably a little too eager.
“No, I don’t want you to kick his ass,” Stiles says. “Look, he’s just being a dick. It’s nothing I can’t handle.“
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Now go stalk Scott or something. Your sudden protective streak is giving me the creeps. Besides, I’ve had worse from you.“
–
Derek goes to pick Isaac up from school and doesn’t like what he hears, so he decides to do something about it.
This is short, sweet, and so so satisfying. Love me some protective Derek, and I’m pretty sure this little fake relationship isn’t going to stay fake for long…
Pig in a poke (a remix of Tuesdays) by @uswe
Stiles has issues with Fuckwit Dan; Derek’s approach to problem-solving is more than welcome.
This is an adorable little fic that you must read if you liked ‘Tuesdays’ above – the whole thing from Stiles’ POV with added sweetness at the end 🙂
My World is Filled With Cheer and You by @bleep0bleep
“It was a last minute decision. Single parents with children draw attention to themselves in this type of neighborhood, and this department didn’t have a big budget to relocate all the werewolf and werewolf sympathizers that were targeted on this list. We’ve combined a lot of our relocation assignments. It ended up working out that another family, Mr. Stilinski and his son, looked like a good fit for you guys, so you’ll be sharing a home with them for the time being.” Markowski grins at him. “Congratulations! You’re married!”
~
In which Derek and his daughter are displaced just in time for the holidays, matched up with Stiles and his young son in a government protection program.
You want to read this, you need to read this. Not only do we have Fake Dating trope, we also have both single dad!Derek AND single dad!Stiles, we have alive hales, aaaand we have both Hanukah AND Christmas celebrations – oh – and did I mention writer!Derek? This is a fabulous fic with everything you could hope for tbh, it’s got just the right amount of pining and miscommunication, flirting and making out.
Rather Be With You by @drunktuesdays
prompt from etben: GIVE ME SOME FAKE DATING / FAKE MARRIAGE / MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE SHENANIGANS, FOR LO: I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED!
This is just a fantastically hilarious fic, not super long, but full of sweet and funny moments – and some of the best interactions with restaurant staff ever. Seriously. “Lizards in Basements”. You will cackle, I promise.
we knew every line by magneticwave
What happens at the North American Lycanthropy and Leadership Symposium stays at the North American Lycanthropy and Leadership Symposium. // Or, Stiles is totally going to be the best fake boyfriend ever. According to Allison and Lydia, he and Scott rate 17/20 in believability and 19/20 in cuteness. They’ve got this shit locked down.
Okay so first of I just want to warn you that the fake dating in this is Stiles/Scott but there is no actual relationship or sexy times between them – sciles is a not for me so I assure you it’s all just epic friendship. What you do get is some hilarious interactions between Stiles and Scott, and with the rest of the back via text and reference (honestly, it’s so well done). AND you get Stiles being his hilarious self and reacting to meeting Derek for the first time – Derek in well tailored suits – yep, it goes exactly how you imagine it. So funny and sweet, and I’m sure you’re gonna enjoy it!
Fake It Till You Make It by @actualbird
“Oh my god, on the list of terrible things in your life, this can’t possibly be the worst.” Stiles says as he grabs Derek’s hand. He holds it awkwardly in his, aiming for tender and caring. He’s sure 98% it isn’t working. He’s holding Derek’s hand like it’s the knife Derek wants to stab him with. “So you’re going to buck up and smile your best I’m Dating Stiles Stilinski and I Like It smile or we get sexed by a lust demon! Your pick, Derek.”
–
The one where Stiles really didn’t plan on spending Valentine’s Day pretending to be Derek’s fake boyfriend so they could safely hunt down an incubus. Funny how life works sometimes.
We have Valentine’s Day, a succubus, a cupid, and Stiles and Derek being the most awkward of goobers. This is a really fun take on the incubus demon concept, and the ending is just awesome. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
Old Traditions, Werewolf Style by @insanewordcount
Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?
Okay so this have ABO dynamics, but nothing nsfw, with Alpha werewolf Derek being adorable and traditional and protective. Super sweet, super cute.
When Derek receives an invitation to what should have been his ten year class reunion, he panics a little. He’s barely got his life together and the invitation specifies a plus one. Thankfully, Stiles is there to help him out.
Ugh this fic is just gorgeous okay? Derek and Stiles are both written so well, and the way that Stiles supports and protects Derek all the way through – it’s just incredibly heartwarming and totally romantic. I loved this fic a lot – if you want to be completely swept away in 3000 words – you need to go for it.
Sending Out an S.O.S by @fauvistfly
Derek decides he might be ready to start dating again, so the pack creates a signal that Derek can use if he ever needs saving from an uncomfortable situation. The signal somehow comes to mean that Stiles will pretend to be Derek’s boyfriend. Eventually, Stiles saves Derek so many times that the lines begin to blur.
In which there are fake boyfriends, flirting, music festivals, a bit with a puppy, a cameo by Jack Falahee, and honest kissing.
This one is another favourite of mine, it’s a really fun play on the fake dating trope – and another one where Stiles (and the whole pack) are protective of Derek and save him from panicking when confronted with overly flirtatious people. I kind of have a thing for them all coddling him somewhat? I think it’s because he’s my precious little alpha baby and I want him to be looked after and loved. Which he is, in this, there’s even a farmer’s market. Check it out.
it’s free (and always will be) by @maichan808 @kellifer-k
Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.
Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.
Oh man, this is a nice juicy fic. Perfectly paced, with gorgeous moments and secrets and pining and the slow-build never veers into the tedious. The characterisation is spot on, the way the Hale and McCall pack are shown to interact is just so lovely. This is another of my faves, it’s perfect if you want something a little longer, and the art is the perfect accompaniment. Also note – the pics of Stiles that really stuck in Derek’s mind aren’t the sexy ones…its the big jumper and the pack of humans and weres that really caught his imagination. Derek you big domestic softy, don’t think we don’t see you.
Mr McStubbly Saves the Day by Janeyyy
Stiles is on an awkward date, and asks a handsome stranger to help him out.
Short, sweet and featuring Derek being the best at playing along on the spur of the moment.
Electricity in the Contact by @hungrylikethewolfie
In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.
OKAY so this one is the longest of the bunch, and is one of my fave fics ever so…please just read it. There’s pining, and alpha werewolf conventions, and networking, and forced bed sharing (that is a thing for me okay) and scenting, and safe words. Just. It has everything I want in a fic and I think you’ll all love it okay? I am stopping myself here otherwise I’ll write too many words about how good it is. Just. Do. It (Insert Shia LaBeouf impression here)
That’s all for now my lovelies – I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I have! Don’t forget my ask is always open to suggestions or recs!
So I saw a reblog of this gif set a few weeks ago and it had a little ficlet attached to it about Derek becoming a writer, I think? Well, I saw it and BAM! Instantly I saw Derek being interviewed at a werewolf conference; the first one to ever be televised. And Stiles isn’t there so Derek’s nervous as all get out and it shows.
This is what happens when Stiles catches the interview on television later that night. Also on AO3.
The first four blocks of dialogue ‘correspond’ with the gifs from L to R
- Interviewer: So, Alpha Hale, where is your mate?
- Derek: Um…He’s at home actually.
- Interviewer: I’m surprised. He’s a favorite amongst the conference crowd. Any particular reason he didn’t accompany you this year? This conference is an important one for you and the Hale Pack, isn’t it?
- Derek: Well…
- Interviewer: Is he not a proponent for your new cause?
- Derek: He’s actually home taking care of our newborn.
- Interviewer: A newborn? I didn’t realize your mate was pregnant.
- Derek: He wasn’t. Our baby is an orphaned werewolf that we took in. He’s the reason I decided to become such an outspoken advocate for the Werewolf Foster Program.
Stiles puts the television on mute and picks up his cellphone. He presses the speed-dial for Derek’s number and brings the phone to his ear. His call is answered before the second ring is completed.
“Hey.”
“Good evening, Alpha Hale.”
Derek sighs and Stiles can almost picture him ducking his head in embarrassment.
“You saw it?”
Sitiles nods even though he knows Derek can’t see him, “I did.” He shifts against the headboard and whispers, “You looked nervous.”
“Hmm. That must be because I was.” There’s noise on the other end of the line and the Derek’s voice is muffled for a second before he’s back.
“I can let you go. If you’re busy, I mean.”
“I’m not. Just room service.”
“You didn’t eat at the conference?” Stiles looks skyward and scolds gently, “Derek, why?”
“I wasn’t hungry then.“ Derek shrugs, “Nerves, I suppose.”
Stiles shuts his eyes, “Babe, I told you to call if you got nervous. Remember?”
“I know, but I didn’t want to call and take a chance at waking the baby.”
“You big softy,” Stiles transfers the phone to his other hand and hits the vid-chat option on the screen. He angles the cellphone and smiles at the camera, “We miss you.”
A split second later, Derek’s smiling face is filling the small screen, “Feeling’s mutual, believe me.” Derek tilts his head, “He looks good there.”
“Yeah, you try holding a fussy baby for three hours straight and tell me how cute he is.” Stiles peeks down at the infant resting against his chest and rubs fingertips over his naked back when he whimpers in his sleep. “I finally thought to put on one of your shirts. He was out in like, seconds. Weirdest thing ever; fell asleep mid-cry.”
“Oh god, my scent,” Derek winces, “I’m so sorry! Stiles, I should’ve realized Cas would miss it. With everything else going on, I guess I just forgot.”
“Hey,” Stiles shifts the cellphone so that Derek can see the infant’s face, “he’s fine, babe. I finally figured it out. It might take me a while, but I think I just might get a handle on this whole raising a Pup of The Lord business.”
“Please stop calling him that.”
Stiles grins at the screen and shakes his head, “Nope. It’s his name and title. Get used to it.”
“You’re an idiot, you know that? He’s less than a month old and already he’s getting teased about his name.” Derek’s eyes flash briefly and he squints, “By his father.”
“Oh, hush, you.” Stiles sticks his tongue out at the screen and blows a tiny raspberry at Derek, “And just so you know, the eye flashy thing doesn’t work on me, Pops. So there.”
Derek rolls his eyes at the screen.
“So tell me, Alpha Hale,” Stiles grins, “How did your speech go?”
“Ugh,” Derek scowls, “It was brutal. People can be really mean when faced with change.”
“You knew that going in, Der.”
“Yeah, I know.” Derek takes a breath and blows it out slowly, “I also thought you’d be at my side during the whole thing.” Derek pauses, “It was televised, Stiles! There were so many camera crews and reporters; everyone talking at once, flashbulbs going off every few seconds. It was a madhouse and, and, and this suit you made me wear! Oh my god, Stiles it was so freaking uncomfortable. I hate you so much for buying it, I really do and-”
Stiles interrupts gently, “You looked good on tv, hon.” He smiles, “Very good, but don’t think I didn’t notice you weren’t wearing your tie.”
“Oh, shut up! You know I can’t tie a damn Windsor knot to save my life, Stiles.” Derek’s brows press together and he shakes his head, “Besides, you were supposed to be here to tie it for me, remember?”
“Yes, I remember, but hey,” Stiles waits until Derek is looking up at the camera, “Cas thinks it was great that I stayed behind. He said since he can’t quite reach the fridge yet, unless we buy him one of those feeder bowls and put it on the floor, we,” Stiles gestures between the screen and his face, “aren’t going anywhere together. So yeah, you’ll be flying solo for awhile, buddy.”
Derek licks his lips and says quietly, “You could come with me to the next one. Both of you.”
Stiles narrows his gaze, “Hmm. It would be great publicity for the cause.”
“Fuck the cause, Stiles, I want you there because you’re my husband and you’re supposed to be at my side, okay?”
“Derek Hale, watch your language!”
“Sorry, I just…”
“I know, babe.” Stiles sets the cellphone down on the bed briefly so he can shift their son up onto his shoulder, “You hate crowds.” He picks up the phone and smiles at his husband, “If Melissa says he’s okay to travel, then we’ll come with you to the next one. How’s that sound?”
Derek smiles at the screen, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, you big doofus.”
“He’s awake.” Derek leans closer, “Hey, baby boy, did we wake you?”
Stiles peers down and sure enough, Casmir is awake, pale gray eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. His tiny fist opens and closes in response to Derek’s voice and he makes a small noise in his throat. “He’s trying to call out to you.”
Derek nods, “I know. I can hear it.”
“Really?”
“Mmm hmm.” Derek leans in further and chuffs softly at the screen, a smile lighting up his whole face when Cas makes a soft little noise in response, “I’ll let you two go. I’m sure any second now he’s going to be asking to be fed.”
Stiles yawns softly, “Yeah, probably.” He brushes his lips over Cas’ head and smiles at Derek’s expression, “Call me after the press conference tomorrow?”
Derek nods, “I will. Good night, baby boy.” He waves at their son and then looks up at Stiles, “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe. Go eat your dinner and we’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
What Matters Most
for @shealwaysreads for always being wonderful and just bc I love you a lot
for @hoechlbutt and @okamiaki my babies that make my every day, since the moment i met them, brighter and are not having it good these days *wraps you both in fluffy blankets and octopus hugs you* I love you so much I wanna adopt a mission of monkeys with you and a zoo. I want all the animals with you two. *smooches*
Stiles had been pacing back and forth for a while now.
Derek was used to it.
He knew sometimes that was just how Stiles thought. He
needed the constant and repetitive movement to organise whatever was going
through his head, he had explained it to him, in whispers one night, when
neither of them had been sleepy enough to fall asleep right away.But there was something not right in this kind of pacing.
Stiles movements were too jittery, and Derek noticed with a frown that a light
tremor touched his right hand whenever he brought it up to run his finger
trough his hair in a frustrated gesture.“Stiles,” Derek called when Stiles had huffed at the empty
air, yet again.His boyfriend turned to him, his eyes a bit too wide and sad
–it made Derek’s chest ache, seeing the sadness and uneasiness in them.“What’s wrong?” He closed his book and stood up, opening his
arms in an inviting gesture.Stiles all but threw himself in his arms, and buried his
face in the crook of Derek’ neck. “I dunno.”Derek wrapped his arms tight around him and rubbed his back.
“I just-” Stiles huffed again, pulling back from the embrace
to grip the fabric of his own shirt above his heart. “It hurts here.” Stiles
said miserably, “my heart fucking hurts and I don’t know why.”Derek put his hand above Stiles’, the one on his heart, and
squeezed. “What do you want me to do?”Stiles made a pained sound and Derek felt the same ache in
his chest when Stiles shook his head and said, “I don’t’ know Derek, I just- I don’t
know.” In a broken voice. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”Derek pulled him back in his arms. He turned his face to
kiss every mole and freckle on Stiles’ face for only pause once he had gently
pecked his lips.He sat Stiles down on the couch and wrapped the white fluffy
blanket that the kept on the back of the couch around his shoulder and turned
on the TV to put Star Wars on, knowing he’d chosen well when Stiles made a
surprised pleased sound.“We didn’t spend much time together like this in a while,
did we?” Derek asked, settling behind Stiles on the couch, nuzzling his neck.Stiles shook his head, turning away from the TV to face him.
He put a hand on Derek’s chest, caressing the hair poking out from his shirt
and didn’t say anything, just settled his forehead against Derek’s collarbone
and breathed for a while.Derek didn’t know what else to do other than to let him do
whatever he needed, so he buried his face in Stiles’ hair and closed his eyes.*~*
He woke up to light kisses being pressed on his cheeks and
nose and forehead, tiny butterfly kisses that made his lips stretch in a wide
smile and wrap his arms around the source, pulling him flush against him.“I can’t kiss you if you hold me this tight,” Stiles grumbled.
Derek’s grin widened and he opened his eyes, peering down at
his boyfriend with a glint in his eyes. “I know.”Stiles had just barely started to frown, before he was being
flipped, so that Derek was on top. “Now, I
get to kiss you.” He said with a
dopey smile that made Stiles snort.“Sap.”
Derek hummed and kept promise on his statement, kissing and
nuzzling every inch of Stiles’ face. “I love you,” he whispered in his ear, his
eyes soft when he looked down at him.Stiles’ eyes softened, his fingers scratching lightly on the
back of Derek’s neck. “I love you too.”When Derek smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, Stiles
felt the weight on his chest lift a little.
This was all he needed. No matter how weird and shitty he
felt, knowing and Derek showing him that he loved him, would always be what
mattered to him most.
ELISA you’re a golden human full of goodness, I’m so happy to have met you and I LOVE THAT YOU’RE WRITING AGAIN BECAUSE YOU’RE SO GOOD! ❤️ THANK YOU FOR THIS!
Something cute and fluffy for Valentine’s Day ♥
Love you all bbs! Thank you for liking my stuff ^^
Floating in a Blue Lagoon, Boy, You Better Do It Soon
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: T, Word Count: 998
Fluff, Angst, POV Stiles
♥
Read on AO3For @sterekwriters Summer Bingo prompt: Boating
‘We’ll come get you once you’ve sorted
stuff out!’ Scott shouts from the boathouse, waving enthusiastically.‘Asshole!’ Stiles yells back. He flips
Scott the bird, then sits down on the plank that serves as a bench.They’re slowly drifting to the middle of
the lake, and with no oars, they’ll probably keep drifting until they reach the
other shore. At least it’s not cold out, though that’ll happen soon enough in
the middle of the lake. It’s sunset, and Stiles can already see some of the
stars. It would’ve been quite peaceful, even nice, if things between him and
Derek weren’t so awkward.‘Sooo,’ Stiles says when he can no
longer take the silence. ‘What stuff do you think Scott needs us to sort out?’Derek raises his eyebrows. Okay, Stiles
knows what stuff Scott meant.He drums his fingers on the side of the
boat, hoping it’ll annoy Derek into talking, then the awkwardness will be
broken by their usual banter, and they can figure out a way to make Scott pay
for tricking them.Scott had said he’d wanted to go on the
lake with the boat, and Stiles had of course agreed to go with him. When they
got to the boathouse he’d found Derek already untying the ropes. He’d
considered going back into the house, but then figured Scott would be enough of
a buffer to avoid any tense moments. Derek had gotten in first, with Stiles
right behind him. Stiles had barely sat down when Scott gave the boat a shove,
pushing it onto the lake with all his Alpha werewolf strength.By the time Stiles’ fingers start to
hurt from tapping them repeatedly against the wood, Derek still hasn’t said a
word. He just keeps looking at Stiles like he’s trying to see into his brain,
or explode it.‘Well, this is awkward,’ Stiles points
out the obvious.‘Yeah. That happens when you kiss someone
then run away from them as fast as you can.’‘I… I can run faster.’
‘Now you can. You must’ve gotten in
quite the workout when you realized you’d forgotten your keys and decided you’d
rather run home instead of going back upstairs to pick up your keys.’Stiles groans. Derek is pissed at him, and
he has every right to be. Stiles had
kissed him, by accident of all things. They were saying goodbye after pack
night at Derek’s, and he’d just leaned in and laid one on him. It had felt so
normal, almost like a reflex, until Stiles remembered that he and Derek weren’t
actually dating, and then he’d run for it. He’s been avoiding the other man for
a week now, feeling too embarrassed and guilty about what happened.‘I’m sorry,’ Stiles says.
‘About which part? The kiss or the
running?’‘Both.’
Silence falls between them again. Stiles
stares at the scuffed noses of his shoes.‘You’re really sorry about kissing me?’
Derek asks. His voice is so soft it’s barely audible over the gentle lapping of
the waves against the side of the boat.‘Yes! I mean, I just kissed you. Out of nowhere. Without
knowing if you even wanted to.’ Stiles sighs and pulls his hands through his
hair. He’s already kissed Derek, might as well have it all out in the open.
‘That was just not how I imagined our first kiss. If we were gonna have one, it
would’ve been after I romanced the shit out of you. And we’d definitely be
alone, not surrounded by our entire pack.’‘Really?’
Stiles nods vigorously. ‘I would’ve
pulled you close and cupped your jaw and kissed you like it was the most
important thing I’d ever do in my entire life.’Derek scoots forward until his knees
touch Stiles’. Then he leans over, places one hand on Stiles’ waist and the
other against the side of his neck. He pulls lightly, enough for Stiles to get
the hint and move forward. There’s a suspenseful moment where they almost
capsize, but the boat steadies when Stiles lands in Derek’s lap. It’s not very
comfortable, the edges of Derek’s plank-bench press into Stiles’ shins and his
butt is only half on Derek’s legs. But Stiles doesn’t really notice, because
Derek is leaning in closer, until there’s barely a breath left between them.‘Like this?’ Derek whispers.
Stiles closes the tiny gap. When his
lips touch Derek’s, relief washes over him, followed by pure joy. The kiss is
gentle, almost tender, and neither of them feels any desire to deepen it. Their
lips moving against each other, the pressure of Derek’s hand on Stiles’ hips,
Derek’s thumb stroking Stiles’ cheek, Stiles’ forearms resting on Derek’s
shoulder, it’s all perfect.‘Exactly like that,’ Stiles says when
they finally pull back. He grins at Derek, who grins brightly back at him.
Stiles’ heart does a little backflip at the beauty of the sight before him.‘Oh my god,’ Derek huffs, breaking the
spell.‘What?’
‘There are oars in the boat.’
‘What?’ Stiles repeats. He turns his
head to where Derek is looking.There are two slim wooden beams lying on
the floor of the boat. Stiles moves off Derek’s lap and kneels down to pull one
out. Yep, that’s an oar.‘As I see it, we have two options,’
Stiles says, sitting back down on the bench opposite Derek. ‘Option one is we
just row back ourselves. Option two is we stay here and make out a little
longer, definitely until we’re even further across the lake, then still make
Scott come pick us up.’‘I like option two best,’ Derek
proclaims. Then before Stiles realizes what’s happening, he has a lap full of
Derek.‘Me, too,’ Stiles manages to get out,
suddenly breathless. He settles his hands on Derek’s hips, letting his fingers
wander beneath the hem of Derek’s shirt.They kiss slowly, taking their time, because
they have all the time in the world. Or at least until Scott comes to pick them
up.
Summer Fun
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 648
Established Relationship, Future Fic, Everyone’s Alive, Minor Allison/Scott, POV Derek
♥
Read on AO3For @sterekwriters Summer Bingo prompt: Pack Pool Party
Derek looks around the backyard and goes
over his mental checklist. Laughter? Check. Talking? Check. People in the pool
trying to get the people next to pool wet? Check. Food? Check. Drinks? Che— No
check.Derek grabs the almost empty pitcher of
lemonade from the table and goes to the kitchen to refill it.He’s counting ice cubes when he hears
Stiles approach.‘You having fun?’ Stiles asks him.
‘Of course.’
‘Because you seem a little tense.’
Stiles’ hand comes to rest against the
back of Derek’s neck, and Derek realizes Stiles is right. Taking a deep breath
in, he lets the tension flow out of him. Stiles might not be able to take other
people’s pain, but whenever Derek is tense, all he needs is a simple touch from
his boyfriend and the tension is gone in an instant.‘I just… I want this party to be
perfect,’ Derek says, turning around.Stiles steps forward, forcing Derek to
take a step back and his back hits the edge of the counter. Stiles places his
hands on either of side of Derek, trapping him in place. Derek feels himself
relax even further.‘Well, it almost is. What would make it
completely perfect is if you were actually there and not constantly running around
and worrying if everyone else is having a good time.’‘I know. I just—‘
‘—want it to be perfect,’ Stiles
finishes. He brushes a hand through Derek’s hair, then narrows his eyes at him.
Derek can almost hear the little wheels turning in Stiles’ head as he tries to
puzzle things out. ‘What’s going on?’‘My mom used to throw these,’ Derek says
after a moment. The expression on Stiles’ face turns soft and understanding.
‘They were amazing,’ Derek continues. ‘The whole pack would be there, our
entire family. It was our biggest event of the summer. We could eat as much ice
cream and candy as we wanted. We could stay up late. We could play around and
have fun and not worry about staying in control, because everyone who was there
was in the know, if not a werewolf themselves.’‘That does sound kind of perfect,’
Stiles says.‘They were and I wanted to have that
here too. With us.’‘Derek, we do have that here. Look.’
Derek allows Stiles to turn him toward
the big windows at the back of the house. He can see most of the backyard
through them. Veronica, Allison and Scott’s three year-old daughter, is wolfed
out and chasing Liam around the backyard. Malia and Kira are laughing so hard
they’re curled up on the ground, clutching their stomachs. Erica, Boyd and
Hayden seem to be having a contest of who can eat the most pie in as little
time as possible. Isaac is lifting himself out of the pool, shaking his head,
making water droplets fly everywhere, and getting yelled at by Allison and
Lydia, who are floating around on inflatable chairs, because he’s getting pool
water in their drinks. Jackson and Scott are waiting for more food by the grill
that Stiles’ dad is manning, while Melissa and Mason seem to be in deep
conversation while lounging in their chairs. Jordan will be coming by later
after his shift. Everyone seems to be having a good time, and Derek knows that
when he goes out there he’ll be smelling sun, barbecue and happiness.Derek leans back against Stiles, who
wraps his arms around Derek’s waist and hooks his chin over Derek’s shoulder.‘So, are you going to join the party
now? It is, after all, our housewarming party,’ Stiles murmurs.‘I don’t think I have a choice,’ Derek
says. ‘I promised Scott I’d throw him in the pool when he least suspects it.’‘Signal me so I can record it,’ Stiles
chuckles, pressing his grin to Derek’s
neck.‘Of course. Else, what would be the
point?’
Slice Of Life
Something stupidly fluffy and domestic for @the-mess-sterek-left-behind.
♥
Stiles groaned and pulled the duvet up over his head in an attempt to drown out the sound of the alarm blaring from his phone on the bedside table. The sunlight illuminating the bedroom hadn’t really bothered him or his sleep, but the sound of beeping certainly did.
He heaved a sigh of relief when the beeping stopped for a second, and he was ready to fall back asleep to the distant sound of birds chirping and cars driving down the street, but then the beeping started again, as did his groaning.
“Staying under there isn’t gonna make the alarm stop, just so you know.”
Slowly, Stiles pulled down the duvet just enough so he could peek over the edge of it, and he glared daggers at Derek in the doorway to the bedroom. Derek who was panting and sweating, one earbud still in his ear while the other hang loosely down his chest. A small grin was on his lips, hands on his hips.
“How the fuck are you so awake already?” Stiles complained, letting his head fall heavily onto the pillow again with a sigh.
The alarm was still very much going, but he couldn’t be bothered with it.
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sterek | high school au | 3k
Derek bites into his apple. He’s one of the
many students in the cafeteria watching the scene unfold, and even though it
should be boring it isn’t. Stiles Stilinski is one of the least boring people
Derek has ever seen.There is some drama – as always – but Derek
isn’t paying attention to that. He can’t hear them anyway. He’s more interested
in the way Stiles moves his hands, in the way each expression lights up his
face.Erica smirks at him from across the table.
“Are you ever going to talk to him?”“No,” Derek says, certain.
“I heard a rumour that he likes guys,” she
says innocently, and that makes Derek feel a little warm. He hopes Erica
doesn’t notice the flush on his cheeks. “You just don’t want to like him
because he’s popular.”
Bee in Your Bonnet
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 647
Fluff, Established Relationship, Fluff without Plot, POV Stiles
♥
Read on AO3For @sterekwriters Summer Bingo prompt: Gardening
Stiles know exactly three things about
gardening: it involves plants; he sucks at it; Derek looks hot while doing it.
Which is why he’s completely mystified Derek keeps taking him to the garden
centre and not Lydia or Isaac, who both actually know stuff about how to grow
plants. The only thing Stiles contributes to these shopping trips is picking
out the newest member of their garden gnome family. He mostly just trails after
Derek, pushing their cart.Not that Stiles minds. He loves watching
Derek cradle little plants in his strong hands, inspecting their petals and
leaves and the dirt they’re growing in. He thinks it’s hilarious when Derek
tests the soil, sniffing all the dirt and always getting some stuck on his
nose. The best part though, is that he always manages to get a rise out of
Derek with one simple question.They’re standing in the middle of the
green house. Derek is gently caressing the petals of a pink flower Stiles doesn’t
know the name of.‘You know what I don’t get?’ Stiles
begins.‘What?’
‘Why we don’t just tile the whole garden
over? Or just have grass everywhere?’ Stiles finishes. He sets his jaw so he
won’t accidentally laugh when…Derek whirls toward him, eyes wide,
cradling the pink flower like he’s protecting it from Stiles’ evil words.‘We are not tiling over our garden,’ Derek snaps.
A lady one aisle over stops and gasps,
like she agrees with Derek and can’t believe Stiles dared to say such a
sacrilegious thing in the middle of a green house.‘But it would be so much easier,’ Stiles
whines.‘First of all, no it would not; grass
and tiles have to be maintained just as much as flowers and shrubs do. Second,
if we tiled it over there would be more chance of flooding since it’ll take
longer for the water to sink into the soil—‘‘So we use grass.’
‘Third,
the bees need our help. The bee population is rapidly declining and they need
flowers to pollinate and make their honey, so they can make more baby bees.’‘Bees sting,’ Stiles pouts. It’s getting
harder not to laugh. Derek is such a nerd.‘You’re not allergic, so deal with it.
Finally, I like gardening. I like coming here and picking out new plants and
decorations. I like watching our garden go from empty to colourful and alive. I
like picking flowers I helped grow and make them into little bouquets for our
table.’Stiles is leaning on the shopping cart,
elbows on the handlebar, chin in his hands. He loves this part of Derek’s
speech of why he wants a garden the
best; Derek gets so excited and riled up that he gets romantic.‘I like taking breaks and drinking iced
tea or lemonade you made with you. I like it when you make fun of my hat.’Stiles can no longer suppress his laughter
at that. Derek’s gardening hat is ridiculous. It looks like something an eighty
year-old lady from the English countryside would wear. It’s made of straw, and the
brim is almost two hand widths wide.‘And I love it when I’m done and we sit
on the porch or on the grass and you make me tell you what every plant is and
why I put the plants in the place I put them.’ Derek sighs and rubs a hand over
his face. ‘And I just realized you asked that question just to get a rise out
of me.’‘Yep,’ Stiles says, popping the “p”. He
leans in to press a quick kiss at the corner of Derek’s mouth. When he pulls
back Derek is shaking his head and the tips of his ears are red.‘I’m making you carry the bags of soil,’
Derek huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.Stiles grins. Totally worth it.
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