#also known as that scene where Stiles gets very protective over Derek #while he silently prays Scott doesn’t find out about their summer fling
#Sterek#I love that the summer fling is canon#like any of the writers can argue it or call soulmate bs with other pairings but#nobody cares like stiles & derek were fooling around that summer#looking for erica and boyd and no doubt angsting and fighting a lot#but always coming back to one another#like you cannot tell me stiles pre season 3 would have winked at derek#stiles post making out with derek and seeing him with bed hair#rubbing at pillow marks from his face and laughing at his lame jokes?#that stiles would wink at derek#that stiles fell in love with derek over the summer#and they can’t even try and take that because nobody watches the show anymore#they can’t even try to stop us anymore#Sterek is canon in whatever way we want now bye (via felicitysmock)
i like to think about how it starts. Cos I bet Derek never asked Stiles to even help with the research. He probably doesn’t even tell him about the Alpha pack, maybe he asks to borrow a book, advice on a specific reference source. Maybe he just lets something slip and Stiles wheedles the info out like he does.
And then suddenly they’re spending most of their time together. Stiles makes fun of Derek for wearing jeans in the summer, and Derek spends increasing amounts of time thinking about the decreasing amount of clothes Stiles wears.
Derek griping one particularly hot day about why he asked Stiles to even help, because Stiles is getting ornery and has been asking Derek to take him for ice cream for about an hour.
And Stiles scoffs and says, “you’d be lost without me,” and then for good measure, “you need me to survive,” voice reminiscent more batman than Derek. Derek rolls his eyes in response and tries to find his place on the page.
“C’mon, or I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.” Stiles makes chomping noises dramatically, his teeth clacking together.
“Hey, remember how lame you are?” Stiles asks. “Like that one time you murdered a perfectly good basketball to intimidate me?”
“I remember it working,” Derek responds, finally looking over at him.
“Pfft. Don’t mistake my arousal for intimidation,” Stiles says. Derek lifts a brow. Stiles waggles his.
“Is that a confession or a come on?” Derek asks.
“Oh, if it were a come on you’d know,” Stiles says. “Now buy me ice cream.”
He does, obviously. And that’s how they’re sitting on a sticky park bench beneath the shade of a large tree, eating ice cream and discussing strategy.
Stiles is being antagonistic, as usual, Derek tries scowling at him but his hand is wrapped around a large sugar
cone, a spot of melted chocolate ice cream dripping from the tip of his nose.
It really downplayed the intended ferocity.Stiles tried. He really did. But then Derek’s nose twitched
and he lost it. He made a choked off snort in the back of his throat as air
seeped out with a rude sound from his tightly closed lips before he was
doubling over into hysterics. Derek just watched, growing redder and redder as
Stiles giggled. He laughed until tears were streaming down his flushed face and
Derek grew more and more flustered.“I’m serious Stiles,”
he said, but his voice had lost its edge and he sounded like a petulant child.“I know!” Stiles wailed, “that’s what makes it—“ he heaved
in a breath, “so funny!”“What the fuck Stiles?” Derek scowled, he was holding his
ice cream like it, too, had been laughing at him. Stiles was surprised steam
wasn’t pouring out from Derek’s ears as Stiles righted himself, leaning forward
towards Derek.Derek looked confused and he leaned back a bit, out of Stiles’
reach. Stiles was still giggling, unable to contain himself as he aimed for
Derek’s nose, Derek was trying to dodge, apparently afraid Stiles was trying
to poke him in the eye. When he finally managed to swipe the tip of his index
finger across Derek’s nose, Derek went still, confused.Stiles’ laughter faded into a pleased sort of smile as he
showed Derek. Derek opened his mouth to say something but closed it again,
watching as the pink tip of Stiles’ tongue darted out and licked up the
dripping mess.“Ah,” Stiles sighed with a breathy laugh, licking
more ice cream off his plastic spoon; Derek stayed silent beside him.In the end it’s Derek that makes the first move. Possibly because Stiles didn’t think they were seriously flirting.
Derek isn’t even entirely sure, maybe not entirely sure until Stiles was pulling off his socks and flailing himself onto Derek’s bed, stretched out on his stomach to read, like he doesn’t think at all about how his scent is going to seep into Derek’s bed sheets.
What the implications of that are for werewolves.
Or maybe he does. Stiles cancels plans with Scott, after complaining about his absence all summer, to stay and help Derek and when he hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed between them Derek leans over easily and kisses him.
Stiles asks if it’s a come on. Just to be sure.
Tag: getting together
All Fools in Love – hazelNuts – Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore
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Rating: G, Word Count: 1468
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Fluff, Pining, Human AU, April Fools’ Day, POV JacksonJackson wants to cheer Stiles up after he’s had several jokes played on him. He might make a fool of himself in the process, but it’s totally worth it.
Jackson rolls the pebbles in his hand. The soft ticktick of the rocks is the only sound in the night. Well, that and the pounding of his heart, but he’s pretty sure only he can the latter. He checks his phone again. One more minute.
His hands twitch to his jacket pocket, where he put his car keys. It’s not too late to leave.For Shipping With Stiles Week: Fool for Love
All Fools in Love – hazelNuts – Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I’ve been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there’s a real son why I’m going through these horrible times xx
i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better
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The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking
forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn
party.Scott, however, is keen to embrace
the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a
“sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse
them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from
the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for
Halloween.Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.
Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks
if they have to wear costumes.“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the
whole point!”
A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!
From The Way You Said “I Love You”
#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
“Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”
Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.
And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.
“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.
Stiles shakes his head stiffly.
The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.
Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.
“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.
Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”
36 Questions
Stiles/Derek, T, 8K words, POV Stiles, Alpha Derek, Future Fic, Canon Divergence, First Kiss (AO3)
“No.”
Erica whirls around to look at Stiles, her eyes big and pleading, but he just shrugs. “Don’t look at me. I mean, I said yes.”
“No,” Derek says again, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Derek!” Erica looks about three seconds from ripping Derek’s throat out, her eyes glowing gold and everything, but he seems completely unfazed as he leans one hip against the kitchen island. “Come on, please, I really need this for my paper. At least let me explain.”
“Yeah, Der,” Stiles taunts. “At least let the poor girl explain.”
Derek glares at him, but Stiles just smirks back, thoroughly unapologetic. He’s a little pissed, actually—Erica said she needed a favor from them, but as soon as she mentioned that it involved talking to Stiles, Derek immediately shut her down. Stiles agreed to help her right off the bat, of course, because he’s actually a good friend, but Derek is apparently not feeling so charitable.
“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”
“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”
“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”
“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.
“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”
Derek has the decency to look a little chagrined. “Sorry,” he mutters.
“Well, I’ll do it,” Stiles says, giving Erica a wide grin. If Derek really wants to back out of this, Stiles certainly isn’t gonna make it easy for him. They both turn to look at him, and he drops his head with a little groan.
“Fine,” he spits out.
“Great!” Erica says, clapping her hands. “I already paid for your dinner, it should be here in 10 minutes. I’ll leave you guys alone.”
“Wait, right now?” Derek asks, and Stiles barely manages to hold in a laugh at the look of sheer panic on his face.
“Yep,” she says. She digs in her bag and produces two stacks of index cards. “Do not read ahead on the questions, I mean it. Alternate asking them, starting with Stiles, and you both have to answer all the questions. No exceptions.”
The corners of Derek’s mouth are pulled down, but he nods as he takes his stack from Erica. “Fine. And then what?”
“And then I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow about it,” she says, already backing toward the door. “Have fun!”
Maybe It’s Time
Summary: Jackson invites Stiles to spend Valentine’s day
with him.Notes: A (late) little Valentine’s day fic, because somebody (*cough* @inell *cough*) reminded me that I should be writing Stackson. (On AO3)
“Jackson?” Stiles says curiously when he answers the phone.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jackson huffs, and Stiles just knows that he’s
rolling his eyes.“What’s up?” he asks, because while Jackson texts him
occasionally, he never calls.“I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out today,”
Jackson says, sounding cool and casual. Almost suspiciously so.“Uh, it’s Valentine’s day,” Stiles says pointedly. “Aren’t
you supposed to be going on a date with Lydia?”“We broke up three months ago, Stiles.”
“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” Stiles/Danny
Of All the Residents Halls In All The World
Read on ao3
Stiles didn’t think he’d know anyone at George Washington University, he really didn’t think he’d run into anyone he’d known from Beacon Hills. Enter Danny Maleahani.This got a little out of hand. I hope you like it!
There were a lot of different kinds of of people Stiles expected to run into in DC, protesters, politicians, maybe even his one cousin he hadn’t seen since his mom died because their family lived in Baltimore. He never expected to run into Danny Maleahani.
He especially didn’t expect to run into Danny on his floor outside of his dorm while Stiles was coming out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He took a deep breathe, knowing there was no way to avoid seeing Danny, who was standing directly in his path.
“Stiles?” Danny said, looking as surprised as Stiles felt, his eyes a little wide.
“You know Stilinski?” Mark from Stiles’ floor asked, sounding a little suspicious, which was valid, it was only the third official day on campus, classes hadn’t even started yet. And the more Stiles looked at the two of them, the more he could see that Danny was clearly leaving after a hook up.
“We went to high school together,” Stiles said, avoiding looking at Danny’s tight shirt and broad shoulders, “Until Danny moved.”
“Long time no see,” Danny said with a bright smile that took Stiles back to high school in a way he hadn’t expected it to, “I’ll text you Mike.”
“It’s Mark,” Mark said dully, side eyeing Stiles for a second and letting out a breath.
“Right sorry,” Danny said offering him a smile, “I’ll text you. See you around Stiles.”
Last Call (Danny/Stiles/Jackson)
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So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s endClosing Time by
SemisonicLast Call. Jackson/Stiles/Danny.
Teen. Also on AO3.Stiles decides to
drown his sorrows but the bar owners aren’t cooperating with his plan.“What do you mean I can’t order the whole bottle?” Stiles
looks at Danny and narrows his eyes. “You’re a bar. You sell alcohol. That
means you have to sell me alcohol.”“And I will. Just not an entire bottle of vodka,” Danny says
dryly. “You’re a regular customer, Stiles. If you die from alcohol poisoning,
the only place you’ll be a regular is Holly Lawn.”
operation: bro parenting
This was definitely inspired by How I Met Your Mother. No regrets.
2:15 AM
“Dude, admit it,” Stiles slurs. “We’d be great parents!”
Derek nods empathetically. “We would be!”
Stiles looks at him with wide eyes. “We should totally adopt a baby!”
“We should adopt a baby!”
–
Earlier that night, 9:35 PM
“Still bummed out about the breakup?” Derek asks, coming up behind Stiles. It’s a chilly night so Derek’s glad he decided to wear the dark purple cable knit sweater Laura got him as an early Christmas present.
Stiles gives an indifferent shrug. “Meh.”
“Liar.”
“Pathetic, isn’t it?” Stiles murmurs, sipping his drink. “Goddamn, Allison makes a mean drink.”
Derek huffs, taking a sip of his own coke-infused vodka. He makes a face at the burn in his throat. “She does, and it’s not pathetic.”
Stiles frowns. “What? Of course, it’s not. Allison is the best bartender ever. She knows what my heart wants and needs. She’s gifted, not pathetic.”
“I meant about your breakup, dumbass.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, it’s not pathetic.”
Stiles snorts, staring out at the city as he leans on the balcony railing. “You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves, man. Admit it. I’m twenty-eight, stuck in a job that I hate, trying to find the person of my dreams so I can finally settle down, but instead–,” he cuts off, shaking his head. “I’m wasting my time. What am I doing wrong, Derek? I don’t get it.”
Derek looks away, leaning on the railing beside Stiles. Despite the warmth of the sweater, tiny little goosebumps erupt on his skin from the way Stiles leans into him for a moment too brief for Derek’s liking before pulling away.
“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Derek finally manages to say, but this only makes Stiles roll his eyes. “No, hey, listen, you’re not! You’re a great guy. Think I’d hang out with you if you weren’t?”
“I always thought it was because of my sparkling wit.”
Derek snorts. “I think you meant to say despite your sparkling wit.”
Stiles smacks his stomach, making him smile. “Fucker.”
“Stiles, you’re a great guy and one day, you’re going to find someone who not only appreciates that but loves it. And your age is a number. I mean, look at me. I’m almost thirty-three.”
Stiles checks his watch. “Three more hours, buddy.”
“I think the most important part is to keep trying. You might strike out, but at least you’ll have tried.”
“Easy to say when you look like that,” Stiles points out, waving his hand at Derek’s general everything and it infuriates him. If there’s anything Derek hates more than cocky, drunk Stiles, it’s self-deprecating, drunk Stiles. Self-deprecating Stiles never sees what Derek sees; he sees the failed relationships, the minute insecurities, the inability to settle down.
Derek sees the Stiles that’s always trying and hoping for something more, the confidence he gives other people when they’re doubting themselves, and the ability to keep going. Derek sees the strong, loyal, honest version of Stiles and it really gets to him when Stiles turns a blind eye to all of that.
“So why am I single?” Derek asks instead. Truth be told, there’s only one reason Derek’s still single and he’s staring at it.
Stiles squints at him. “Why are you single? You can go to any bar and I bet you can get any guy to bend over backward with just one word.”
“We already made that bet and you already won,” Derek points out.
“Exactly! So why are you single?”
Derek opens his mouth to say it, to finally admit to Stiles something that he’s been wanting to say for close to two years now, but chickens out at the last second. “I don’t know.”
“Another Christmas, another lonely year.” Stiles sighs, gulping the last of his drink. “I’m gonna go inside and get another drink. Want a refill?”
Derek shakes his head. “I’m good with this, thanks.”
–
2:20 AM
“Wait, wait, wait,” Derek shushes him, making Stiles pout. “We can’t do this.”
“But Derek–”
“We have to name the baby! We can’t just call it ‘the baby’!”
Stiles looks at him with awe. “Dude, you are so right! What about Luke?”
Derek wrinkles his nose at him. He opens his mouth but closes it with a pop. “What if the baby is a girl? I like girls better. Means I can have a gun and pretend to clean it when she brings a boy over. Or a girl. Whoever she wants.”
“Leia!”
“We can’t call the baby Leia!”
“Why not?”
“Because! No, wait, because, that’s gonna – hic – our dog’s name!”
“We have a dog?” Stiles gasps, nearly knocking over the red cup. He leans over, smacking both his hands on Derek’s face and holding it tightly. “Der, you can’t lie, kay? We have a dog?”
Derek almost stumbles back at Stiles’s weight but manages to right himself. “Of course we have a dog, idiot. What family with kids doesn’t have a dog?”
Up close, Stiles’s eyes are very shiny and brown. They may also be sparkling.
“Der, we’d be a family! That’s all I’ve ever wanted!”
Derek hiccups again, blinking his eyes. He feels himself leaning over onto Stiles but Stiles steadies him. This is nice, he thinks. It should always be like this. Derek falling over and Stiles catching him.
“I’d always catch you, idiot.”
“Huh?”
“You just said–no wait, back to Leia the puppy. No, wait, before that. If Leia’s the puppy, what do we name our baby daughter?”
Derek thinks for a second. “Can we name her Natalia?”
Stiles gives him a hopeful look. “Natalia Claudia Stilinski-Hale?”
Derek beams. “ Yes!”
–
11:24 PM
“Excited for the big 3-3?” Stiles asks, humming pleasantly.
Derek shrugs, looking at him through his periphery. “Age is but a number.”
Stiles laughs. “C’mon, seriously.”
“What’s not to enjoy? I’m gonna be 33, I’ll be a real adult–”
“I thought that happened at the big 3-0?”
Derek snorts. “Apparently we didn’t get that memo.”
Stiles laughs. “Damn straight.”
“I’m–I’m just so happy, y’know? Like despite all the shitty stuff that we’ve all been through. I’m so glad I get to look around that room–” Derek says, pointing at the living room behind them. “–and see all the people that I love and care about and know that I get to have them all for another year. That I got to have all of them for 33 years and I can have them for another one.”
Stiles gives him a considering look, before slowly breaking out into a smile. “Dude, you’re so drunk. You’re getting all cheesy and shit.”
Derek shoves him half-heartedly, making him giggle. “Nuh uh!”
“Yuh huh!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Yuh huh!”
2:30 AM
“We should go adopt Luke or Natalia right now!” Stiles says after a few minutes of quiet, making Derek lose his train of thought.
“Hm? Whazzat now?” Derek squints at him. “Who’s Luke? Is that your new boyfriend?”
Stiles gives an exaggerated gasp. “How dare you, sir? I would never cheat on you!”
Derek gives him a dopey smile. “Good.” He pats Stiles on the cheek. “I’d never cheat on you either. I love you so much,” he emphasizes it by throwing his arms out, almost knocking Stiles down.
“Aw, bro! We’d be the best parents ever!”
“Obviously!” Derek grins before something occurs to him. “We can call this Operation: Bro Parenting!”
Stiles gasps. “Ohmygawwwwwd, yes!” He stumbles upright and punches the air. “Operation: Bro Parenting is a go!”
–
11:54 PM
“Dude, dude, dude,” Stiles grins at him. “You’re going to be 33 in like five minutes. Oh man!”
Derek nods. “I’m going to be so wise and old and you better listen to me. With age comes wisdom and I’ve seen the future, Stiles! I’ve seen, um, wait, you’re 28.” He starts counting on his fingers, blinking when his fingers don’t stop fusing into bigger fingers. He shakes his hands and smiles when everything’s normal again. “Yeah, I’ve seen like five years of the future, Stiles!”
Stiles’s mouth drops open and all he can think of is how pretty Stiles’s lips are and how much he just wants to touch them and kiss them and–
“Do we still have stuffed pizza crusts, Derek? There’s still Uber right? I don’t know how I’d survive without Uber, Derek!”
“There’s still Uber.”
“And stuffed pizza crusts?” Stiles asks hopefully.
“ Duh, and even if there weren’t, I’d make them for you. Those are supposed to be better for you anyways.”
Stiles gives him a shy smile. “You would?”
“Duh.”
“Hey, Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“Happy birthday.”
–
2:45 AM
“Wait, how do we adopt a baby?”
Derek thinks about it for a second. “I think we go to the baby store?”
“But it’s nighttime!” Stiles cries. “It’s probably closed now!”
Derek pats him on the head. “It’s okay. We’ll go first thing in the morning. That way, we’ll beat the – hic – crowd and get the best one.”
“You’re a genius.”
–
1:20 AM
“Okay, you’re cut off,” someone who looks oddly like Scott says, taking Derek’s drink away.
“You can’t do that! My mom said never to waste food or drinks and I still have so much left!” Derek argues. “Also, tell your Scott #2 to stop. When did we get two of you anyways?”
“Yeah, bro, you can’t waste alcohol,” Stiles says wisely. He tries to reach out for the drink but Scott #1 – the rude one – does something with magic and suddenly, the red cup is gone.
“Woah, when did Scott #1 learn magic?” Derek whispers to Stiles.
“I think Scott #2 taught him.”
“True. Okay, Scott #2 can stay,” Derek declares. “I’m the birthday boy and what I say goes.”
“Huzzah!” Stiles crows.
“Yeah, you’re cut off too,” Scott #1 says and takes Stiles’s cup away but Stiles doesn’t even care. In fact, he smiles happily at Scott #1 and then winks at Derek.
Derek grins dopily and elsewhere, Scott #1 and Scott #2 facepalm.
–
2:05 AM
“You’re my bestest friend, Stiles.” Derek says. “I wish – hic – I wish we could just be one, y’know?”
“Like one person? Dude, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. That’s too much awesome in one person. The world isn’t ready for that.”
Derek nods wisely. “You’re right. Okay, we can be two people. But we should like be one unit. Like a furniture unit. Oh, oh, like a bookcase! You’re the shelf and I’m the, um, like the case without any shelves. So we’re both kinda useless but when you put me and you together, we can be a bookcase!”
Stiles claps his hands. “I’d love to be bookshelves with you! But, like who can we get to be the books?”
Derek thinks about that for a second, before snapping his fingers. “Babies!”
“Babies are books?”
“Yeah, like we can get a bunch of babies and they can be the books on our bookcase and all together we’d be the prettiest bookcase in the world!”
Stiles nods with a big smile on his face. “Yes, and we should be the classy bookcase. Like not some shitty Ikea Billy case. We should be an elegant, hand-crafted mahogany bookcase.”
“ Yes! ” Derek agrees. “Wait, but we don’t have girl parts. How can we have books without girl parts?”
Stiles gasps loudly, jumping in his spot. “We should adopt the books!”
“Yeah?”
“Dude, admit it! We’d be great parents!”
–
The next afternoon, 2:33 PM
Derek opens his eyes for less than a second before he shuts them, yanking the blanket over his head and curling up in a fetal position. Too much brightness, too much sun, too much everything. Jesus Christ, what the hell did he do last night?
He lays in bed for a solid twenty minutes, trying to get his head to stop feeling like it wants to melt into a puddle, before pushing the blanket off and slowly opening his eyes.
“Did I drink my entire apartment last night?” he asks, not expecting anyone to answer.
Which is why he jumps when he hears Laura snicker and say, “Um, yeah. Also, Stiles is here.”
At that, Derek immediately sits up, heart thudding so loudly he’s sure Laura can hear. “Stiles is here?”
“Stiles is here.”
“Why?!”
Laura raises a brow at him and motions to the living room. “I think you should see for yourself. You should probably put some pants on first though.”
Derek frowns, but does as she says, hands shaking the whole time. He tries to think of what happened the night before but comes up short. Truthfully, he doesn’t even know how he ended up in bed. All he can remember is being out on the balcony with Stiles and drinking. A lot.
He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he gets to the living room but he can honestly say that a black husky puppy with a red and silver bow around his neck, jumping up at the sight of Derek isn’t it. The puppy runs straight to Derek, tumbling into his legs, hopping onto its back feet and reaching up.
“What the–,” Derek asks, leaning down to pick up the puppy, checking to see if it’s a girl or boy. It’s then that he notices Stiles standing in the corner, biting his lips with nervousness. “Stiles, why is there a dog?”
Laura snorts. “Um, as much as I’d love to watch this happen, I’ll give you two sometime.” She winks at him before whisking off into her room. Stiles clears his throat, fingers fidgeting and looking oddly out of place in an apartment he should be very comfortable with.
Derek looks between the puppy and Stiles, still stunned.
The silence stretches over for too long before Derek finally clears his throat. “So, the puppy is for…?”
“That’s Leia,” Stiles squeaks. Derek frowns, because that name sounds weirdly famil–
“Oh my god,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut from the embarrassment as the memories from last night flood his brain.
“I–you–the baby store was closed today but I remembered Deaton had the puppy and she always reminded me of you whenever I saw her and I went this morning after to see if she was still there because then it would be a sign, y’know, from like the universe. And she was! She was there and Deaton was there and I was there and all I could think of was you and what we talked about last night and it just made sense. Oh, happy birthday, by the way,” Stiles rambles, eyes widening in horror at the word vomit.
Something like hope flutters in Derek’s chest. “So you got me…Leia?”
“I-I don’t think we’re ready for Luke or Natalia, but oh Jesus, I really didn’t think this through, did I?” Stiles trails off, looking mortified. Derek smiles slightly, clutching Leia tighter to himself.
“We?” Derek asks, just to be a little shit, but his smile grows bigger when Stiles flushes. “I don’t remember being asked to be a ‘we’.”
Stiles narrows his eyes at him. “Today’s Christmas, asshole. You can’t just read between the lines and save me the embarrassment?”
Derek smirks. “It’s my birthday first. I can do whatever I want.”
Stiles snorts, shuffling his feet adorably. He peers at Derek, giving him a thoughtful look. “Technically, you already asked me to be a bookcase with you remember?”
Derek looks at him, bemused, before it clicks and he flushes. “Oh fuck off.”
Stiles gasps, covering Leia’s tiny ears. “Language, Derek! We have highly impressionable minds here!”
“I hate you.”
“Liar, liar,” Stiles sings.
“For the record, I don’t want to be bro-parents with you,” Derek murmurs, staring intently into Stiles’s eyes.
“That’s cool. I don’t either,” Stiles whispers, all shy and cute. He scratches Leia behind the ear, making her yip happily. Derek leans closer to Stiles, shifting just slightly so Leia doesn’t get smushed between them. “I guess I’ll settle for being real parents with you someday.”
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” Stiles admits sheepishly. “I guess I never really let myself hope that I could have you. It was just easier to keep looking elsewhere; it hurts less when someone you’re not really into rejects you.”
Derek looks down at Leia, heart full of warmth and happiness. “I’m glad you tried one more time. I have a feeling it’ll be the last time you’ll have to.”
They grin at each other and Derek finally feels it; that sense of completeness that he’s been aching for.
“Happy birthday, Derek.”
“Merry Christmas, Stiles.”
Hi i just wanted to leave this silly fun prompt with you to see if you can use it. Stiles is so surprise none of his neighbors have called his dad and complained about the loud slightly off tune singing that can be heard outside the Sheriffs house every night always around 3 am. Stiles himself finds it amusing and cute that the mighty Alpha Derek Hale chooses to sleep serenade Stiles with cheesey 80’s love ballards.
Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 1510
Love Confessions, Fluff, POV Stiles
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Read on AO3The front entrance to Derek’s apartment building opens, revealing a broad figure in the lights from the hallway. Stiles checks his watch and snorts. Derek is way more punctual when asleep than awake.
For the past two weeks, two or three times a week, Derek has sleepwalked to Stiles’ house, always arriving around 3am. It’s almost a twenty minute walk from the loft to the Stilinski residence, which means that Derek usually steps outside between 2.30 and 2.45.
Stiles slides out of his car and softly closes the door, wincing when the hinges groan. He trails behind Derek as they walk to his house, close enough that he can intervene if necessary, but far enough away that he knows he won’t wake Derek up. When they arrive at his place, he sits on the porch steps, pulls out his phone, and waits. Derek usually stands beneath his window for a minute before he starts.
Derek takes the tell-tale breath in, and Stiles presses record.
Stiles had thought something was very wrong the first time he woke up to singing at 3am. He ran to his window, saw Derek right underneath his window, swaying lightly, then almost stumbled over his own feet in his hurry to get outside, certain Derek had been cursed.
Slowly and carefully, he’d approached the man, but Derek gave no sign that he knew Stiles was there. When Stiles saw that Derek was wearing only flannel pyjama bottoms and a tank top, he’d gotten even more worried. He’d tried to get Derek’s attention, called his name, waved his hands in front of Derek’s open eyes, but nothing he did got a reaction. So he waited it out, and when Derek stopped singing and started walking, Stiles followed him. He’d followed Derek all the way back to his apartment, then gone home and not slept a wink that night.
He’d stayed up, trying to figure out what might be going on. He checked every reliable source for a curse or a spell, and when he couldn’t find anything, searched for normal, non-supernatural causes. By the end of his research binge, all Stiles had figured out was that Derek was sleepwalking. Which wasn’t helpful at all, because a) that part was obvious; and b) sleepwalking is usually a symptom of a bigger issue.
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