What about Derek Hale who’s afraid of flying, who can hear everything on the plane and it overwhelms him, who can feel every shake of the flight, who can hear the spike in the flight attendants heart rates whenever they hit bad turbulence.
It’s not usually an issue, he can drive pretty much anywhere he needs to be, even if it does involve the occasional all nighter through the Bad Lands to get where he needs to be.
But one day he gets a call about his storage locker in New York and he had to be back in the next 48 hours or he’ll lose all of this stuff. Most of it he doesn’t care about, but some of that stuff was Laura’s and he won’t lose that, not that last memories he has of his sister.
So he packs a bag and asks Stiles if he can drive him to the airport, except Stiles can tell that Derek’s freaking out inside and he doesn’t know if it’s about going back to New York, about seeing Laura’s stuff, or if it’s about the flight itself, but he won’t let Derek go through that alone.
Instead of dropping Derek off he gets Scott to drop them off and even though Derek insists he’s fine and he can go alone.
Except that by the time the flight boards Derek is shaking, so Stiles grabs his hand. They sit next to each other and Stiles can feel Derek’s hand start to sweating and he’s a smart guy, so he figures that Derek is a little overwhelmed by all the sounds, sights, and smells, and he squeezes his hand and says, “Just focus on the sound of my heartbeat.”
And he does, he listens to the sound of Stiles’ heartbeat, so familiar and warm. He feels his own heart rate start to slow to a normal pace and his breathing becomes even and he squeezes Stiles’ hand.
The flight isn’t fun by any means, they hit some turbulence and Derek almost breaks Stiles hand squeezing it, until Stiles takes Derek’s hand and places it over his chest, letting Derek feel the beats and he doesn’t move it away from his hand away until his Derek’s breathing is even. He doesn’t say a word, just keeps his hand on Derek and
They land in New York and the first thing Derek does after they land is kiss Stiles right there in the middle of JFK. It looks like a scene out of a movie except it’s not a reunion, it’s a kiss that’s been coming of years and years, it just took Derek realizing that Stiles wouldn’t leave him like everyone else, in fact he would get on a plane just to help Derek.
Stiles helps him with the storage unit. They sell or throw away almost everything, but Derek keeps a blanket that Laura knit during one of her crafting phases and a scrap book she put together during another. The blanket still kind of smells like her, under the dust and mildew of the unit.
The flight home isn’t great either, Stiles offered to take a few vacation days and drive back but Derek wants to face his fear. Stiles holds his hand and kisses him on the cheek, he puts his hand on Stiles’ heart when he starts to freak out and Stiles keeps him steady, keeps him anchored.
No one is surprised when Derek and Stiles walk out of the airport holding hands, just like no one is surprised when the next time Derek needs to go somewhere on short notice Stiles goes with him and holds his hand.
They don’t fly anywhere for their honeymoon, instead they take 3 weeks and drive across the country together. They hold hands half time half the drive, but because they want to, not because they have to.
Tag: getting together
Sterek: 11 & 4 somehow smooshed together? *gives you puppy eyes*
11: “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddamn it!”
4: “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
My sweet wife. Have some Stiles getting away from Beacon Hills, silly sterek, and some fantastic fluff.
Derek wasn’t one for surprises; there were too many moments
in his life where surprises were no more than cruel jokes for him to really
trust them anymore.Yet, Stiles Stilinski showing up on his show covered porch
was certainly a surprise he could get behind.
I Choose You
The reposting marathon continues!
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Working at the university gym was a bi kid’s dream and Stiles was living it. For four hours, three days a week, he walked around keeping the equipment sanitized, re-calibrating broken treadmills, and discreetly appreciating all the beautiful athletes. All that went by the wayside, however, when the beautiful Derek Hale, baseball team captain, got the new assistant manager position and reassigned him to work at the welcome desk. Stiles tried complaining but was almost immediately silenced by a set of glorious and intimidating eyebrows.
“Derek why are you moving me? I had my routine down.“
“You’re routine involved taking twice as long as everyone else does for the same job. You’re lucky I didn’t just fire you instead.”
“Hey! I was thorough!”
Derek’s magnificent eyebrows rose, totally unimpressed. “Well, you can be thorough here, behind the desk. Where your efficiency is less important and all you have to do is swipe students in.”
So that’s what Stiles did and it was mind numbing. Students trickled through the doors at random intervals, too far apart to keep him occupied but too close to allow him time for homework. Inevitably he resorted to Pokemon on his ancient Nintendo.
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Stiles loved books with a passion. He craved the information in their pages and read the plots unfolding with rapt attention. What he didn’t love was putting them back on the shelf because the Dewey Decimal system was boring and patrons never put the books back in the right places and honestly the BISAC system was just better. Apparently he accidentally said so out loud because suddenly a teasing voice sounded from out of nowhere.
“Then you should have worked in a bookstore.”
It took Stiles a moment to locate the owner of the voice, and when he did so, he pulled a book from the shelf and looked across to find his co-worker Derek.
“Excuse me?”
“If you like the BISAC so much you should have applied to bookstores.”
Stiles stared at Derek’s sparkling, pale green eyes for a few moments too long before he realized he should respond.
“But I like this library. My love of this library overshadows my distaste for Mr. Dewey here.” Truth be told, Stiles liked Derek. Or thought he did. He’d actually noticed Derek on a book run one day and decided to add the library to his list of jobs apps and they’d been the first to offer him an interview. It was simply felicitous that Derek had ended up being as adorable on the inside as he was hot on the out.
Derek simply lifted his eyebrows in amusement and shot a smile that set Stiles’s stomach bubbling with warmth.
“Do you really?”
“Yes!” Replied Stiles with mock consternation. “What makes you ask that?”
“Just that I’d never seen you here until the day you asked for an application.”
A flush crept up Stiles’s cheeks and he ducked to grab more books in order to hide it.
“I, uh, didn’t think you’d remember me.”
“You’re hard to forget.” Then he chuckled. “There was also that bit when you very enthusiastically encouraged me to put together a queer lit section.”
“Too obvious?” Stiles asked sheepishly, not sure if Derek was flirting or shutting him down.
“Obvious enough.” He smiled secretively and made a come-hither gesture. Stiles skipped around the shelf, heart rabbiting in his chest, to find a small display table laid out neatly with what was probably every queer novel in the place. Stiles looked over the covers of them all for a few moments before he noticed something and his eyes widened a little. The books on the lower shelves were placed at random but the books on top were not. It took him a minute to puzzle it out until he realized the first letter of each title spelled ‘Go on a date with me.” Derek had even drawn out a question mark and placed it after the last book.
“Are you serious??” Stiles exclaimed, forgetting library rules momentarily. “Of course I will! How long did this take you to put together?“
Derek stared shyly at his feet but it didn’t hide the wide smile he was sporting. “Quite a while. They’re all over the place.”
Stiles smiled mischievously at the older man. “Wouldn’t have taken so long if we used the BISAC system.” Derek’s smile turned to a playful scowl and Stiles just winked at him conspiratorially. “Pick me up at 6?”
Sterek restaurant AU where Derek is the head chef and Stiles is the general manager of the Hale family restaurant, Blue Moon.
Stiles started working there as a busser when he was just 16 and needed some spending money, by the time he was 18 he was waiting tables, when he went off to college he picked up a serving job in Berkley and quickly realized how well run Blue Moon was. He went back and worked there every school break and it always felt like coming home.
He never planned on staying in the restaurant business, the hours are terrible, the shifts are long, you put a lot of wear and tear on your body, but his college internship with the FBI wasn’t what he was expecting, and his internship with the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department kind of made him miserable.
After he quit the internship he went full time at Blue Moon and within a year he was the head bartender, then the assistant general manager, then when Talia wanted to retire he took over as GM. He hadn’t realized she was grooming him for it, even though he should have.
Derek always knew he wanted to be a chef, he would follow his dad around the kitchen as a kid, he started working as a line cook at 15, he went to Institute of Culinary Education in New York City and then spent a couple years in Italy learning from some of the best chefs in the world.
When he moved back to Beacon Hills to run the kitchen at Blue Moon he was 25 and excited to spend his days creating and cooking. He learned quickly that there as a lot more to being the head chef and it didn’t help that the new head bartender was Stiles Stilinski, the formerly awkward busser that used to steal french fries on shift and was always talking. Except now Stiles is hot and always charming the guests (and Derek).
They spent long hours together at work, after work they grab drinks and rant about work, they both love their jobs too much to risk messing up what they have going, they scream at each other when it’s busy and they both work too hard and too often.
It goes on like that for years.
Then Stiles gets promoted and he’s around even more, and he and Derek have to have weekly meetings in their small office to go over the menu and the weeks events. They have to stay late so Stiles can count the money in the safe and Derek can make sure they have everything prepped for the next morning, they’re together or near each other almost constantly.
It becomes almost unbearable for Derek, who wants to cook Stiles dinner at his apartment instead of from the industrial kitchen at Blue Moon, who wants to use their shared night off when the restaurant is closed to go to the new Superman movie that Stiles has been talking about. He wants nothing more than to come into work in the morning with a coffee for Stiles (black, one shot) and kiss him on his pink lips.
So Derek pulls away because being near Stiles hurts, watching him smile and laugh but not being able to be with him is almost unbearable. But Stiles notices and that hurts him because he’s been into Derek since he was a teenager and now he’s almost 31 years old and Derek’s almost 35, they should have this figured out or he should get over it.
And Stiles isn’t good at being subtle and he’s never been good at getting the timing right, so he confronts Derek about it after the shift from hell. It’s nearly 1 in the morning, they’ve been at work for 18 hours because brunch, and Stiles just wants to know why Derek has been avoiding him because not only is it making his job harder, but it’s making his life suck.
Derek’s not expecting the question, but he throws his rag aside and kisses Stiles in the middle of the freshly cleaned kitchen. Stiles fists his hands in Derek’s filthy chef’s coat and kisses him back. They end up back at Derek’s place and they both show up at work the next afternoon looking a lot happier than the day before and holding hands.
Sure, they still scream at each other on shift, they still argue about menu changes and scheduling events, they still get drinks after long shifts, but now there’s usually dinner with those drinks and cuddling on the couch after that. And now when they fight about the benefits of changing the hours on weekends they have makeup sex in the office instead of storming out to their own apartments to fume.
Talia couldn’t be happier for theme, after all she and her husband founded Blue Moon a few years after they got married, she managed the front of house and Joseph ran the back. She always dreamed about it staying a family affair.
She mentions that to Stiles a few weeks before Derek proposes and again at the wedding. Their gift to Derek and Stiles officially making them part owners of Blue Moon.
And when Stiles and Derek’s daughter Erica turns 16 she starts working as a line cook and two years after that their son Isaac starts as a busser. It really is a family affair and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sterek (T) 6.5k, A/B/O dynamics, themes of loneliness, Online/real-life relationship conflicts, you’ve-got-mail kinda thing, office AU, ASMR
Unbetaed.
For @zerosince1982 who is such a cheerleader and I’ve never rewarded you for it.
Honestly, who wouldn’t want to be an alpha?
The evolution of alpha-Omega dynamics from taboo to an accepted, openly-discussed subject has been the result of countless theses, documentaries, social activism and – in recent years, though most academics are loathe to admit it – even reality shows. Derek still remembers being a kid and having it explained to him, sitting in the back seat of his mother’s car on the way to some practice or recital or other, talk radio bravely broaching the subject with a guest therapist. He was nine and oblivious, but he’d been at least observant enough to know that Laura’s recent presentation as alpha had been cause for celebration.
Alpha: good, everything else: disappointing.
“But when do we know?” Derek had frowned, scuffing his feet off the back of the passenger seat. His mom was stopped at some traffic lights, the rhythmic swish of her windshield wipers ticking her thoughts over. Derek thinks now through age and hindsight, she must have been picking the right words
“You’ve been learning about your body changing in school, right?”
He’d nodded, sitting straighter. One of her dark eyebrows arched in the rear-view mirror.
“Well around the time that happens – when you’re Laura’s age – you’ll find out. And-” She turned in her seat, emphasising the next part – “-your dad and I will love you no matter what, okay?”
“Okay,” he’d replied trustingly, shrugging back at his mother. What did he have to worry about? It was years away, and besides…
No-one ever thought he’d end up also presenting as an alpha.
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Moving away wasn’t so bad. Lots of people did it for a whole host of reasons – a job, a change of scene.
Love.
See, when you’re a werewolf, and someone in your family, from your generation, presents as an alpha… it creates a power flux. Laura still loved him as her baby brother and he would literally die for her if she asked – but their baser instincts were always going to be at war, telling that wild part of their brains to fight and to dominate and to rule. It mostly went unnoticed to humans. Maybe siblings would be a little more competitive or scrappy; maybe they’d feel an uncanny desire to be away from each other. For werewolves, it could literally rip packs apart.
He presented while Laura was off at college. It was bittersweet, especially for their mom, who thrived at big family gatherings and wanted everyone close. It couldn’t be like that as often as she would have wanted now.
Derek made the decision to be the one to relocate while looking at college applications. He’d never really felt an affinity with their family’s territory like Laura did, and it had always been understood that she’d inherit their mother’s mantle. Derek had been trained as a beta – an advisor. That job was Cora’s now.
“You could always try the suppressors,” Cora had told him, her voice defeated like she knew the answer already – results were patchy at best, and for a werewolf to try and screw with his own nature was just a recipe for disaster.
“You’ll have somewhere to come visit? Might help when you hit your teen angst phase and decide you hate Mom and Dad,” he’d joked, prompting the desired eye-roll. He’d probably miss her the most.
It really wasn’t so bad, in the end. He got himself a great degree from a decent school and an even better job. He visited for the holidays and he and Laura figured out a balance for the few days they’d spend together; it was a testament to their love for each other that they were able to do that.
Moving gave him an opportunity to learn about himself, and about what being a ‘free alpha’ meant when he didn’t have to concern himself with bloodlines or territorial allegiances.There were troves of information – academic and, ahem, pornographic – for him to delve into. Studies into ABO dynamics were becoming more widely talked about, recorded and curated instead of being a quick, awkward conversation with a parent or friend, or some grainy footage from experiments in the 20th century.
Derek learned what he liked (exercises in control; scentmarking everything he owned; omegas with non-stereotypical dispositions), and what he didn’t (being domineering to the point of cruelty; heat-sex with strangers) both in and out of the bedroom. He found that, for all of his cliche alpha tendencies, he had others that weren’t so easily categorized.
He was bisexual, for a start – most alphas had their one preferred gender and that was it – and he preferred to keep indoors during Heat Week. He also struggled with anxiety and insomnia, and even saw a therapist about it when a crucial work deadline pushed him close to breaking.
That’s where SSOmega24 came in.
During one of Derek’s more frantic searches for sleep aids in the wee hours of a morning, he discovered the world of Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, or ASMR. It seemed to be a lot of weird videos where people whispered nonsense and turned pages or lightly tapped stuff, meant for relaxation… but it kind of worked. He’d never known there was a name for the phenomenon, but the description of a tingling response radiating down the neck and seeping tension out of the body, triggered by certain sounds, was incredibly accurate. He was asleep within minutes.
After, Derek became more familiar with the genre. He didn’t need it every night – his job kept him busy enough and he tried to keep active and fit, so sleep wasn’t always a problem – but nights when his brain wouldn’t turn off and his eyes hurt from reading countless reports, it was useful to call upon. He found, even the sound of another person’s voice speaking nonsense was a comfort at those difficult times when his hormones betrayed him and the ache for contact got just a little too sharp.
There were ‘artists’ with followings who seemed to be experts, but the trouble was that lots of the video seemed to lose their effect after a certain amount of views, and he had to go deeper. He learned that this was a common side effect depending on how ASMR sensitive someone was – he was at the less-sensitive end of the spectrum, and needed outside, specific stimuli to elicit the sensation. There were only so many white noise playlists he could stand before they took a toll on his hearing.
Then, he found roleplays. Videos with a purpose or a scenario acted out by the ASMR artists. Some were even alphas who used calm, authoritative tones to trigger the Subdue response in others. Derek soon learned that the letter in square brackets after a title denoted the artist’s status. There were ‘consultations’, ‘haircuts’, lessons and story times. On a whim – and out of his own curiosity – he searched for something…else.
There were a host of Omega ASMR artists online, which made sense. Typically, they were classed as coy, precious darlings, deserving of protection from their alphas. Most seemed to be playing characters, even dressing up for the purposes of their videos in the battle for views, and they all had relaxing scenes like spa days or massages. Derek tried a few, but couldn’t seem to buy into their roleplay – until one.
The thumbnail seemed to call out to him; a young man’s clavicle and chest in grayscale, the simple title Omega Roleplay [O] announcing the subject. The guy’s skin was pale and smooth, lit by daylight and speckled with moles here and there with a particularly inviting little cluster right under the collar bone, just above a patch of chest hair that was both endearing and sensuously masculine at the same time. In the subconscious hope that he’d get a guilty little peek at the long, graceful curve of neck promised in the pose, Derek clicked in.
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!!!
maybe this would catch your attention? sterek + “Someone taught me that the flowers are actually fairies and the petals are their hair. I think your dog killed a small village in my garden this morning.”
This somehow turned into awkward nerd!Derek so I have to tag @demisexualhale Also on ao3!
“Someone taught me that the flowers are actually fairies and the petals are their hair. I think your dog killed a small village in my garden this morning.”
Derek didn’t know what to say. Or what to do.
His unfairly gorgeous neighbor, Stiles―the one who always forgot to close the blinds in his bedroom when he got dressed and sang off-key in the shower loud enough that Derek could hear him in his own bathroom every morning―was standing on his front porch looking utterly exasperated with a dark smudge of dirt high on his cheek and a mangled pale pink rose in his hand, roots and all.
He was absolutely breathtaking in a dirty white t-shirt, stained with what looked to be grease, and faded blue jeans, dirt caked on the knees. Altogether he looked like he’d just strolled out of a photo shoot to pound on Derek’s door and angrily inform him of the mess his dog had made of his garden.
Meanwhile Derek was standing there completely aghast in a threadbare tank top and baggy sweatpants at two in the afternoon on a Wednesday (it was his day off, okay!) with a three day old beard on his jaw and his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, gawking at Stiles like an idiot.
He’d been relaxing on the couch with a cup of ginseng tea, re-reading Pride and Prejudice with his dog’s head in his lap, having finished grading all his papers the night before, when he’d heard the insistent knocks on his front door. Carefully closing his book, the first edition his mother had given him last Christmas, Derek stood and hurried to answer the door, assuming it was Laura coming over for their weekly dinner, instead finding Stiles on his stoop.
He’d been too gobsmacked to do anything else but gape at Stiles as he babbled on about how he’d come home from work after class to find his beloved garden full of holes, his rose bushes almost completely uprooted, his dahlias and pansies trampled on, his tulips all chewed to hell. Derek had then become too absorbed in absentmindedly counting the moles on Stiles’ cheeks to realize he’d finished his rant and had stopped talking, snapping back to reality when Stiles expectantly raised his eyebrows at Derek, clearly waiting for a response.
“Oh!” Derek pushed his glasses higher up on his nose as his face flushed, the tips of his ears burning bright red as he stammered out, “I’m so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again!”
“Yeah, it’s just… It was kinda my mom’s garden so…,” Stiles trailed off, scratching the back of his neck and suddenly avoiding Derek’s eyes.
“Oh my god,” Derek mumbled under his breath, feeling like an even bigger jackass. Everyone in Beacon Hills―hell, everyone in Beacon County―knew about Claudia Stilinski and her untimely, unfortunate death ten years ago. “I’m so sorry! I swear I have no idea how Max keeps getting out but I’ll make sure he stops! I’m so sorry!”
At the sound of his name, Derek’s German Shepherd hopped off the couch and lazily meandered over to the front door, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor, the sound heralding his arrival. He nudged his shoulder against Derek’s thigh, wedging his head between Derek’s leg and the door jamb to poke his head outside, tail wagging when he saw a visitor.
“Well, well, well… If it isn’t the perp himself,” Stiles remarked, quirking a brow at the shepherd who simply grinned up at him with his tongue lolling out―the picture of innocence.
“Speak of the devil,” Derek muttered deadpan. His eyes widened in surprise when Stiles snorted, the corner of his pretty pink lips lifting in a wry smirk.
“Hey, you,” Stiles greeted softly, crouching down on one knee so he was eye level with Max. He cupped the dog’s cheeks, raking his fingers through his thick fur and scratching behind his left ear. “I gotta talk to you, buddy. Man to man. And I’m gonna be straight with you. If you keep up this kind of bad behavior it’s gonna make it very awkward for me to ask your owner here out.”
“Wait, what?!” Derek squeaked as Stiles’ words registered, feeling his face flush even deeper. There was no way Stiles meant what Derek thought he meant. No way.
“Yeah,” Stiles continued nonchalantly, sparing only a momentary glance up at Derek before looking back at Max, nodding seriously. “I’ve sorta had this huge crush on him ever since he moved in next door. Do you think he’d wanna go out for dinner some time?”
“I-I… Really?!” Derek stuttered out incredulously, wondering why on earth Stiles would want to go out with him.
“Mmm-hmm. Really,” Stiles confirmed, nodding at Max again. “I kinda have a thing for the whole hot history professor look. Like his reading glasses and his tweed jackets with the elbow patches and those adorable dimples he always tries to hide.”
Derek automatically lifted a hand to his cheek, running his finger over the spot where his dimple would be if he were smiling, the skin warm against his palm, blushing yet again at Stiles’ sincere compliment. He watched as Stiles rose to his feet, turning to Derek with a small, hopeful smile. “So?”
“You-You really wanna go out with me?” Derek asked, insecurity rearing its ugly head. Stiles simply nodded, waiting for Derek’s answer. “But I-I…”
Stiles smiled patiently, gesturing for Derek to go on when he was ready.
“I watch you get dressed!” Derek blurted out guiltily, clapping his hand over his mouth the second the words left his lips. He tensed, anticipating Stiles’ rightfully angry response but Stiles only looked contrite and a little embarrassed himself, chewing his lip as his cheeks grew red. Derek furrowed his brow, probing, “What?”
“I might’ve left my blinds open on purpose,” Stiles admitted reluctantly, running a hand through his hair.
He let out a sigh of relief when Derek breathed out a laugh and exclaimed, “I knew it!”
“So enough about my weird seduction tactics, how about that date?” Stiles inquired with a soft, shy smile.
“Yeah,” Derek agreed, smiling widely and unabashedly showing off his dimples. Nodding his head to the side, he suggested, “Do you, uh, wanna come in?”
“Oh, I see,” Stiles began, his voice low, already stepping over the threshold, running a hand over Derek’s chest. “You wanna see one of my little strip shows up close and personal, huh?”
Derek let his eyes wander down to drift over Stiles’ pert ass in his tight jeans as he pulled the front door shut and followed Stiles inside, shooing Max. “You’re damn right I do.”
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.
Ooh ooh could you do the “I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.” prompt with sterek??? I would love you forever
Stiles is fuming. And confused. And annoyed. And hurt. But he won’t admit to the last one.
First of all, he’d shown up for his and Derek’s weekly movie night really looking forward to a relaxing night with one of his best friends.
He’d wanted to cut loose and relax and not think about anything.
That proved impossible because there’s a guy here.
(A guy Stiles is really starting to hate).
Movie night has been just his and Derek’s thing for essentially ever. Even Scott knows that it’s their thing and doesn’t try to butt in.
But here’s this random guy.
This random, obnoxious, way too good looking guy.
A guy that Derek is actually being nice to.
Stiles would go as far as to say that Derek is even trying to make sure that the guy is comfortable and happy.
As much as Stiles doesn’t want to admit it, it really does seem like this is a date.
He received no context other than that “This is Marco. It’s cool if he’s here for movie night, right?”
What was Stiles supposed to say to that? No?
He’s not that mean.
Especially if this is Derek’s way of introducing him to his boyfriend.
But try as he might, he can’t bring himself to be nice to the guy.
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