Tag: getting together

notboldly:

Summary: Stiles
teaches Derek to dance, and then some.

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If there was one constant in Stiles’s college life, it was that Derek Hale lived to rain on his parade.

“Come on, Derek,” Stiles groaned after Derek refused his invitation yet again. “End of finals? Beginning of winter break? Any of this ringing a bell? You can’t tell me you’re honestly going to stay in our dorm room on a Friday night.” Stiles gestured widely, trying to encompass the beige walls, cheap yellow tile, and ridiculous twin beds that really said it all.

Despite Stiles’s excellent argument, Derek didn’t so much as look up from his book. That was probably for the best; Stiles was trying to convince him to go out clubbing with them, just this once, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted by the sight of Derek glaring at him through reading glasses.

“I’m well aware of that, Stiles, which is why I have to finish this.” Derek tilted the book up, revealing the riveting title of The Golden Ratio : The Story of PHI, the World’s Most Astonishing Number. Stiles was absolutely certain it wasn’t as interesting as it sounded, and it didn’t sound that interesting to begin with. “It was an interlibrary loan.”

“You can finish it tomorrow!”

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ladydrace:

@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. 🙂

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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.

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The Cintron Hall Situation

dragon-temeraire:

dragon-temeraire:

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.

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(@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 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻✨✨✨

eeyore9990:

30 Thankful Days, Day 5: Gift for @enablelove.

Sterek, tattoo kink (omg such non kinky kink ever, I’m so sorry).

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Stiles stepped into Derek’s new apartment, a badly-wrapped housewarming gift tucked under his arm. He followed the sound of Derek’s voice to the doorway of the kitchen where he stumbled to a stop and just… stared. He honestly couldn’t do anything else because he’d seen this before, this exact scenario had played out so often in the past that it shouldn’t faze him a bit anymore. Derek being shirtless was just his entire high school memory of any day ending in y. But he was. He was so fazed because the image was just the slightest bit different.

Well. Slight was probably the wrong word, but… he was rambling. He’d been reduced to rambling inside his own thoughts by what he was seeing.

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, he stepped forward, his feet scuffling a little across the floor. Derek turned from the stove where he was making his dinner – some kind of effortlessly healthy stir-fry with bell peppers and snap peas and chicken, the giant dork – to arch an eyebrow at Stiles.

“What’s that look for?” Derek asked, nose giving a little twitch before he turned back to poke attentively at his pan of sizzling food.

“When…?” Stiles couldn’t even get the words out, just stepped close enough to touch and let his questing fingers ask his unvoiced questions, the present falling with a thunk to the immaculate countertop.

Read ‘Functional Adults’ on AO3

prettyinsoulpunk:

eeyore9990:

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.

Read “Coming Out Of The Closet” on AO3.

You’ve got wings

triggeringthehealing:

Summary: The day of Sheriff Stilinski’s retirement came sooner than anyone expected, and all plans to give him a proper send-off had to be abandoned. Derek, however, had something in mind.

A/N: Written for Full Moon Ficlet challenge on Livejournal – prompt #196: desperate. 

A/N #2: A Gilmore Girls gifset was on my dash and I remembered Babette’s weather prediction and the panic and desperate measures it caused. Thus, Luke/Lorelei-ing of Sterek 😉 This isn’t Betaed and it’s heavily inspired by GG. Please forgive the indulgence.

Derek/Stiles || G || ~2k || AO3

Everyone in Beacon Hills was rallied in the high school’s parking lot, armed with supplies of all kinds. There was a truck with a collection of mismatched plastic and wooden chairs, another one with tables, and one more with crates of drinks. Several others were carrying bags with dishes and napkins and whatever else that they’d need.

In the middle of it all was Derek, armed with a list he compiled the day before and distributed to everyone else after the small meeting with Melissa, Scott, Natalie, and Lydia. They were all by his side, and Lydia stepped forward when it seemed like everyone was there.

“Okay people, we only have the afternoon to set this all up, so we need to work fast,” she spoke to the rest of the gathering. “We have tables and chairs to put out first, and everyone who has food will come to Derek and Scott to add it to the list so we can plan accordingly. For now, put it all by the stairs there,” she said and pointed to the staircase leading towards the school doors.

Everyone murmured in assent, and when she fell back next to Derek, they started moving to unload the furniture.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ISAAC! :D

ladydrace:

So today it’s @demisexualhale‘s birthday! WOOOO! Go love him!

ANYway, because I love him I wrote him a birthday fic with shy, nerdy Derek and sexually confident Stiles Stilinski. So here you go, dude! I hope you enjoy the fic, and that you have an absolutely amazing day with all the nice things you like! 😀

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Derek loves ComicCon. It’s probably the
one place in the world he feels like he’s among his own kind. Forget
the well-intentioned werewolf summer camps of his pre-teens, this
is where he can truly be himself. It feels like even his wolf-side is
panting happily about all the geeking out happening around him,
metaphorical tail wagging at every new booth he passes. There’s so
much to look at, so much to experience, and it seems like none of it
disappoints.

”Oh, wow,” he breathes, as he steps
up to a booth full of beautiful art, mostly of X-Men, but also other
Marvel heroes. Derek’s got his wallet out in under a minute. He’s a
few booths further along when he’s distracted from his indecision
between two graphic hoodies by an excited voice in the neighboring
booth, rhapsodizing about Batman. Which is awkward, because it’s
still mostly Marvel artists in this area, and the voice is met with
some mutterings about maybe taking his enthusiasm to a DC booth
instead. Derek kind of wants to join the arguing, because he can
barely think of a more overdone and tragic hero than Batman, but the
words die on his lips when he leans around the booth and gets a look
at the Batman fan.

He’s absolutely stunning. Long-limbed
with creamy skin and beauty marks, slender neck and expressive face,
gesticulating excitedly with both hands as he argues his point. Derek
hands the hoodie seller a random stack of bills, mutters ”keep the
change” and takes both hoodies with him, needing to get closer. But
because he’s a complete and utter failure at actually approaching
attractive people he ends up just standing there at the corner of the
booth, watching this beautiful guy wave his arms around and
cheerfully explain to everyone around him why Batman is clearly
superior to any other superhero.

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All I have been thinking about is how stiles has a sunburn and Derek is crying while rubbing aloe on his back and saying “Everything I love BURNSSS!”

bistiles:

@crossroadswrite​ look at what the Nonnie sent me!

Behold the silliness. Also I have no idea how far away from the beach BH is so whatever.

(warning for drug use mention)

The pack decides to go the beach during the summer, and it’s a bit of an spectable. There are trips to stores to buy massive amounts of snacks, there are meetings to decide the finer points of the trip–all meetings basically evolved into Lydia shutting everybody up and planning it up by herself–, there are checking cars, packing-unpacking, and general trip-induced hysteria. It’s a mess, it’s fun, and they are all excited.

The they they leve Beacon Hills, they all use Derek’s home as their meeting point. Derek himself is staying home because he’s a dork that has five cats and needs to take care of them. Or so he says. Stiles calls pretty early that Derek just doesn’t want to leave the kittens alone, because he has an separation anxiety. The way the tips of Derek’s ears blush at the comment is all the confirmation that they need.

The whole pack keeps calling Derek, sending photos and generally acting up as if they need to update Derek over every single thing they do, from the tragic tiny lunch they had (which ended with Isaac throwing up on a dumpster, to their midnight strolls in the beach, that somehow ended with a stoned Stiles running naked around and almost getting arrested. It’s a sweet gesture, Derek thinks, that they want to include him in everything. He feels loved, and it helps with the pang of loneliness he feels every now and then at the absolute absence of loud young adults around. 

Also Derek is a little bit glad he’s home and comfortable with his cats when he sees the hostel the pack is staying in. Really, he has had his fill of sleeping in terrible conditions for a lifetime, thank you very much.

Two days into the trip, Erica calls him. 

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