Ugh, anon, I have BEEN THERE and it sucks SO HARD. And it’s fucking bullshit that people are talking about you behind your back, okay? That’s never cool. *HUGS*
Here’s some fluffy Sterek.
Stiles’s bills are paid.
That’s not a bad thing, except that Stiles knows he didn’t pay them. In fact, he distinctly remembers a caffeine-and-alcohol-induced review of his budget yesterday that ended in him drunk-dialing Derek to sob about living on ramen for the next three months.
And now he’s nursing a hangover and trying to figure out why he’s got all these “bill paid” email notifications on his phone.
He hears someone shuffling around the kitchen, which would be worrisome except that there are three other people who have keys to Stiles’s apartment and his wards are geared only to let in people who have no ill intent. Last semester some douchebag tried break into his place and ended up getting blasted halfway down the hall.
Sure enough, it’s Derek in his kitchen, standing in front of the fridge and putting away groceries. There are a dozen reusable shopping bags crowding the counters, filled with fruits and vegetables and sandwich stuff.
Stiles rubs his head, which isn’t exactly pounding but is reminding him that he needs to drink some water soon. Or coffee. Or both. “What are you doing?”
Derek looks up from the fridge and puts away two bags of carrots. “I’m restocking your fridge, what does it look like?”
“But…why?”
“Because you called me last night and said you had to decide between electricity and groceries for the next month and a half.” Derek raises a bundle of bananas. “Now you don’t. Your coffee’s almost ready.”
The coffee maker dings brightly, and Stiles blinks at it. “I was drunk. It was like two in the morning.”
Derek grimaces. “Yes. Yes it was.”
Stiles looks down at his phone, the pieces slowly slotting together in his hungover mind. “You paid my bills.”
“Yes.”
“You paid my bills and bought me groceries.”
“Yes.” Derek stops putting away the groceries and pours a mug of coffee, and then hands it to Stiles. “I also paid your rent for the next three months. I would have done the whole year, but you said you weren’t sure how long you were going to stay here, so…”
Stiles wraps his fingers around the warm mug. “Why?” he asks again.
“Because you’re pack,” Derek says simply. “And I have a lot of money that turns my stomach every time I think about how I got it, but if I use it to help you…” He shrugs. “It doesn’t feel dirty.” He looks over at the groceries. “I feel like my mom would approve.”
Stiles gets that. He gets that on a very deep and personal level. And while with anyone else he might feel indebted, he doesn’t with Derek. He just feels…very, very loved.
He sets the coffee on the counter. “I’m going to hug you now.”
Derek’s eyes widen, and then his whole face softens into a shy smile and he opens his arms.
Stiles walks right into them and buries his face in the crook of Derek’s neck and hugs him as hard as he can. It feels good, it feels right, and from the way Derek hugs him back, Stiles can tell he feels the same way.
“We should go get some breakfast,” Stiles murmurs. “Maybe some coffee. Then I’ve got a ton of studying to do, but–”
Derek rubs a hand over his back. “Breakfast sounds nice. But I may pry you away from your books for dinner tonight as well.”
Stiles pulls back so he can see Derek, but they’re still standing chest-to-chest. “Like a date?”
Derek nods.
Stiles grins. “Then yeah, definitely. Dinner sounds fantastic.”
Tag: fluff
“How long has it been?” + sterek
The front door opens while Derek’s in the kitchen, hunting out snacks.
“Hey,” he pops his head around the kitchen door frame, smiles at Stiles.
“Hey pop tart,” Stiles greets him with a wan smile, and then looks
strangely depressed.Derek would say it’s because he’s realized suddenly that his variety of
endearments for Derek are strange and ridiculous, but he’s been doing it for
years, now and Derek, oddly, embarrassingly, likes them.
Just… whatever you do don’t think about dad!Derek who holds his newborn daughter so carefully because he’s terrified that he’ll break her, his large hands holding her head so gently because he’s so strong and she’s so small and unprotected. Don’t think about him sitting up all night in her room watching her sleep, just to make sure she keeps breathing.
Don’t think about Stiles coming in and draping a blanket over Derek’s shoulders when he inevitably falls sleep. Don’t think about Stiles watching both of them with a small smile on his face. Don’t picture Derek waking up, blinking slowly at the tiny human in the crib with a sleepy smile on his face because she is real, it wasn’t a dream afterall.
Don’t think about Derek having a family again, something he never thought he would be lucky enough to have. Don’t think about Stiles teasing Derek for being so protective, but not so secretly loving how sweet and careful he is with little Laura.
Don’t you dare think about both of them falling asleep on the couch, Laura in Derek’s protective arms. Don’t think about a happy, trusting, and well adjusted Hale-Stilinski family. Just don’t do it.
Can I have some sad,jealous Derek bc he’s not good at making friends and he thought he had something special with popular Stiles who gets along with everyone but he starts believing he imagined everything after seeing Stiles with other friends
you most certainly can, friendo! and i hope this was along the lines of what you wanted
also shoutout to my little punk @okamiaki who asked for some angsty times with a happy ending and i told them i had just the prompt for it
Derek hates
Stiles.He hates his
laugh, loud and unbidden, how he throws his head back like he doesn’t have a
care in the world and how everyone seems to be drawn to it. He hates his eyes,
how they crinkle at the corners, how they squint in suspicion, how, if the
light hits them just right, they look almost beta gold. He hates his moles, how
they’re sprinkled over his skin, how they contrast with his pale skin and make
him more beautiful than he needs to be. He hates his hands, how they fly
through the air drawing art in the shapes they make when he talks, how his
fingers are long, how they feel clapping Derek on the shoulder, gripping his
arm, slapping his knee because Derek said something that Stiles found so funny
he doubled over laughing.He hates
Stiles and how Stiles made him feel, still
makes him feel.He used to
have a few friends he could count on, before Paige, before his mom pulled him
out of school to let him grieve and to get his shift back under control, but
those friends stopped talking to him when Derek stopped talking to them. His
mom’s decision to put him in a new school permanently closed the possibility of
Derek trying to get those old friends back.Readjusting to
high school hadn’t been an easy ride for him, especially now, when he wasn’t as
quick to smile, as quick to make jokes and goof around and brush things off.Stiles had
helped though.Stiles with
the bright smile and strong hands, who had seen him in the school’s office and
volunteered to give Derek the tour of the school, offered to guide him to his
classes, seemed excited that they had a few of those together, brushed off
Derek’s grumpiness and awkwardness and pulled him along the hallways,
introducing him to a staggering amount of people, calling out hellos to the
ones that were too far away to introduce Derek to.Frankly, after
the first day Derek thought Stiles would leave him alone, but he Stiles was
soon to fall into the habit of never doing what Derek expected him to.To Derek’s
surprise, the following day after his first class, Stiles had been right there,
leaning against the lockers just outside of Derek’s classroom. He had smiled at
him, fistbumped someone in passing and asked them if they were still on for
post-lacross pizza madness, and then he had focused on Derek and told him since
he was new Stiles was going to guide him around, just to make sure you don’t get lost, dude.Stiles is
bright. Bright and energetic and intense.
It’s hard to have the sole focus of someone like that on you. It had made Derek
shy, made him duck his head and follow Stiles around like he was some sort of
stupidly lost dog.Before the day
was over, Derek had an open invitation to come to the post-lacrosse pizza
madness and a brightly smiled offer to come over after school sometime to
study.Derek thinks
he would’ve been fine if they just studied. He thinks that if Stiles only took
advantage of his ability to memorize everything he reads, special when it
concerns History, he could’ve dealt with Stiles’ friendship, but it hadn’t just been the studying.
For @lykoslupus, who wanted Derek helping Stiles realise he is strong and not worthless.
Derek finds Stiles curled up at the foot of his dorm
room bed, breathing heavily, like he’s been running- or having a panic attack.
It pulls at something inside him – something he still refuses to completely acknowledge,
even though he and Stiles have been friends for more than two years now- the
way he looks so small and unthreatening; vulnerable. It reminds Derek of the
way he used to look at Stiles, like he was breakable, and something pulls again
– tightening – taking his own breath away.“Couldn’t make it to the bed, eh?” he asks, walking
over, sitting down beside Stiles on the floor.Stiles shrugs and shifts closer to him, pressing his
face against Derek’s thigh, breathing still uneven. Definitely a panic attack. “I
don’t deserve a bed.”“Everyone deserves a bed.”
“Ha! You lived in a train car for a year. You slept on
a floor.”“I slept on a mattress on a floor.”
“Case and point”.
“It was still a bed.”
“Don’t sass me, Hale.”
Derek rolls his eyes but doesn’t bite back, taking in
Stiles’ room instead; the white board on the wall, the pieces of string
attached to it – the very replica of the one Derek knows still sits in Stiles’
room back home. His laptop is open, battery low, something about Banshees in
Gaelic Scotland on the screen. Derek can’t tell if Stiles is doing research for
Lydia or his folklore final but either way, he knows Stiles can’t keep going
like this.“I thought we could order a pizza. There’s a place
just opened up around the corner. It sells milkshakes.”Stiles doesn’t even smile. “Can’t eat, too busy
failing.”“I bet a milkshake would help.”
“Why are you even here,
Derek?” Stiles snaps, pulling away, and Derek watches as his body begins to
shake. He wants to reach out, to hold Stiles close, but he knows if he does he
would never be able to take it back.“I’m here because I’m hungry.”
“You drove for four hours to eat shitty pizza?” Stiles
snorts. “Try again.”“I drove four hours to eat shitty pizza with you.” The words are out before Derek has
the chance to stop them and he holds his breath, hoping Stiles won’t pick up on
what they really mean- what they have come to mean, over the last two years.
Hi Ren, I love your writing, can you please write some fluffy Sterek where stiles loved Derek way before everyone knew. Thank you!
Thank you so much nonnie!! *squeals and hugs you* Here’s some fluffy Sterek for you. I hope you like it ❤
One Lost Conversation…
Stiles sucked on the tip of a straw, making irritating sounds from the almost empty coke bottle. Alison’s presence at his side felt blurry as he watched Derek intently.
Derek had finally agreed to train Scott, just a few tricks here and there, and was currently busy fighting a fly off of his face.
“But I thought…”
Yes, Alison was saying something to him, but as the evil, little fly somehow managed to dodge Derek’s werewolf speed, he slapped his own face.
Stiles spluttered the coke out.
“I thought, you hated me.”
Stiles choked. “Wh-” he coughed, blinking at Alison, now that she had his full attention.
“Y’know? We knew each other for months, but we hardly spoke when Scott wasn’t around. So, I just,” she shrugged. “… thought you hated me.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, Alison’s gaze was expectant, ready to hear the truth. Stiles’ was careful, not sure what would come out if he opened his mouth to speak.
“Of course, I hated you back then.” And, when was he going to learn to filter his brain to mouth connection. “I mean, not literally.” He tried to cover.
He didn’t like the way Alison’s face dropped.
“Well, Scott was everything I had,” he muttered, suddenly tensing at the serious air around them. “But I don’t blame you, it’s all Scott. He’s with you all the time and when he isn’t… he’s still with you.”
Alison ducked her head, huffing out a shy laugh at that and Stiles relaxed his shoulders.
His eyes moved in the front, again, where Scott was trying an awkward back flip, which they’d witnessed Derek doing on multiple occasions. Show off.
Derek rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, tilting his head side to side. “Never do that again,” he warned Scott.
Scott gave him hurt puppy eyes, smiling when Derek rolled his eyes.
“But then…” Stiles continued, addressing Alison, smirking when Derek looked in their direction, scowling at him instead.
“But then?” Alison asked.
Stiles let out a heavy sigh, eyes never leaving Derek’s, easily losing himself in their beautiful hazel hue, his heart pathetically thudding in his chest.
“I understood,” he murmured, lower than a whisper.
Happy Together
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: T, Word Count: 690
Fluff, Oblivious Stiles, POV Stiles
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Read on AO3For @sterekwriters Summer Bingo prompt: Backyard Grilling
As Stiles pushes open the door and steps
into the house, he has to resist the urge to yell “honey, I’m home!”, like he
does every time. Instead, he just calls out Derek’s name. There’s no answer.
Stiles steps further into the house, kicking of his shoes as he goes.‘Derek?’ he calls out again.
‘I’m out back!’ Derek finally responds.
Stiles quickly walks through to the back
door. There, he comes to a stop. It still takes him by surprise sometimes how normal Derek can be. The man is standing
by the grill, wearing an apron over tan bermuda shorts and a white tank top,
flip flops on his feet. Derek turns to him with a bright smile.‘I’ve got steak, corn on the cob, and
there’s potato salad on the table,’ Derek says, pointing to the table on the
back porch.Stiles tears his eyes away from the
happy, relaxed Derek to where the table is set. It looks cozy, with a striped
tablecloth, drinks already poured, and even some flowers in a little vase.‘Corn’s almost done,’ Derek says,
seemingly oblivious to the fondness welling up in Stiles’ chest. ‘The steak
needs a little longer.’‘Okay.’ Stiles has no idea what else to
say. He wishes he could bottle up this moment and take it with him everywhere,
to take it out whenever he feels sad, or when Derek feels sad.‘Stiles, you okay?’ Derek is suddenly
right in front of him, pressing a hand to his forehead. ‘Your heart’s going
haywire. How long have you been out in the sun?’Stiles bats his hands away.
‘I’m not having heatstroke. It’s just—‘
Stiles looks for the right words that don’t give too much away about his
feelings. ‘I just like seeing you happy.’‘Oh.’ A faint blush colours Derek’s
cheeks. He smiles shyly up at Stiles from under his eyebrows. ‘Well, I am happy. The weather’s great. My date
showed up in time. We’re—‘‘Date?’ Stiles squeaks out. This is a
date? How did he not know this was a date? Is this their first date? Please let
it be the first. When did Derek even ask him?‘Yes, a date,’ Derek says. ‘And this is
our second date. The first date was the movies. Remember? I asked if you wanted
to go on a date the day before,’ he continues, because apparently Stiles just
said all of that out loud.‘You used the word “date”?’ Stiles ask,
just to be sure.‘Yes.’
‘Oh my g—‘ Stiles buries his face in his
hands. Of all the moments for his brain to go off track, it was when Derek
finally asked him out on a date.‘You do want to date me, right?’ Derek
asks.When Stiles looks up, he sees a look of
uncertainty on Derek’s face.‘God yes,’ he says. He pulls Derek close
by the front of his apron. Derek smells like sunscreen and barbecue. ‘Can I
kiss you now? Because we have three days of kissing to make up for.’‘Do you really think we’d have been
kissing for the entire three days?’ Derek asks sceptically.‘Well, maybe not just kissing,’ Stiles
grins.Derek raises his eyebrows in agreement,
then closes the distance between them.Kissing Derek feels better than Stiles
could have ever imagined. Derek’s stubble makes the skin around his lips more
sensitive. Derek’s lips are soft, but move strongly against Stiles’ own. Derek
is a little taller, and Stiles keeps going over the pros and cons of standing
on his toes or tilting his head up. He chooses for standing on his toes so he
can wrap his arms around Derek’s neck and pull him even closer. A soft sigh
escapes Derek’s lips, and Stiles can feel it tingling all over his body.Derek is the one to pull back first,
though he doesn’t look very pleased about it.‘I have to watch the food.’
‘I’ll watch with you,’ Stiles says.
He follows Derek to the grill, then
wraps his arms around the man’s waist underneath the apron, presses himself
against Derek’s back, and makes himself at home.
soft werewolf, sleepy werewolf, little ball of fluff
Summary: There were things that Stiles was in no way prepared for. He could handle blood now, could stand up to face monsters of just about any kind imaginable, he could deal with werewolves on a full moon almost like he was trained for it. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight that greeted him in the loft when he came back from college.
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AN: based on this doodle from aredblush, Coloured version here.
Stiles
thought he was prepared for everything. After all, he saw Derek topless more
often than strictly necessary – he still didn’t understand why clothes seemed
to fall from the werewolf’s body all the time – and he survived without making
a fool out of himself. It was a close call that one time when Derek shifted
into a wolf and then Stiles caught a glimpse of him naked when Derek shifted back. He saw the man work out, fight,
lounge on the surprisingly comfortable couch in the loft, and all that went by
without major flailing on Stiles’ part.The one
time when Stiles almost lost his composure was when he saw Derek smile for the
first time. It wasn’t the flirty smile he once threw at the officer in the
Sheriff’s station, nor the smug grin Derek reserved for when he was right about
something – the one that was always a little more smug when it was Stiles who was wrong, but Stiles wasn’t
going to read too much into that. No, it was a genuine, shockingly soft smile,
accompanied by a proud expression when Scott did a particularly good job at
being an Alpha.But even
those moments have not prepared Stiles for what he walked in on when he came
back from college. He knew that Derek was back in town, Scott had told Stiles
about the additions to what was now the McCall pack – Cora was around too,
though less than her brother because she was at college most of the time. That
was why Stiles went straight to the loft, wanting to have proof that Derek was
indeed there.
derek/stiles + “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” + bonus points if this is before they start dating <3 <3 <3
Something More. Derek/Stiles. Teen.
Derek and Stiles get together twice a week to hang out. This time, they decide to watch a movie after dinner, and their friendship becomes something more.“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater?” Stiles holds up the charcoal gray sweater to show Derek which one he’s talking about. Bringing it closer, he sniffs. “It smells like you.”
“I haven’t had a chance to wash it since wearing it last night.” Derek looks at him and arches a brow. “I’ve got a clean sweater you can borrow instead.”
CARRIEEEEEEE WHAT ARE THOSE BUNNY FLOWERS? THOSE YELLOW BUNNY FLOWERS THE BUNNY IS SITTING AMIDST IN THE BUNNY PICTURE OF THE BUNNY?! i don’t know why i’m yelling at you. you’re a writer not a botanist, why am i harassing you for this information.
i’m not sure what this ask was about, but have a ficlet
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in which stiles wants to touch the butt, and then falls asleep and derek is like :O and watches him sleep like a pining nerd
“What are those bunny flowers?”
The voice is muffled, mostly because the words are being spoken right into Derek’s lower back. Stiles is heavy on his shoulder, but werewolf strength and all. Technically Derek could have carried him bridal-style, but the first five minutes of that Stiles had kept…touching his beard. That had been incredibly distracting.
Pixie dust. Just a little of confusion and disorientation; subjects usually tend to laugh themselves silly for a few minutes, but Stiles is also super tired and wobbly on his feet from using magic all night. All Derek needs to do is get him home while Scott finishes out the peace negotiations. It’s been a long, harrowing week with the pixies; Derek’s glad it’s over.
Almost over.
“Those yellow bunny flowers… the bunny is sitting in the midst of them…” Stiles mutters.
Derek keeps his hands on Stiles’ waist, almost wishing he had the foresight to record Stiles babbling on his phone or something, just so he could have something silly to send Stiles back. Stiles texts him a lot from college; he made Derek get a SnapChat and always sends him silly videos. Derek never really knows what to send Stiles back, but this would be great.
He blushes, thinking of the one video Stiles had sent him; a shirtless bit taken in front his mirror captioned #workingout. But that wasn’t directly sent to Derek, it was part of his story, something Derek understood that was to all his 329 followers. Who were all these people following Stiles anyway? Were they his classmates? His friends? Did they know Stiles like Derek did, seen him go from awkward teenager to formidable Emissary, or do they just appreciate his broad shoulders and long fingers–
Derek closes his eyes. Best not to think about that, to tamp down those feelings threatening to come back, especially since Stiles is going back to school in a few weeks, where he’ll be with other college kids and he can date someone who isn’t a werewolf with too much baggage.
“It’s so round,” Stiles announces. “I want to touch it.”
“The flowers?” Derek asks.
“No, your butt.”
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