There are roses on Derek’s doorstep.
No note. No scent trail. After determining that there is nothing inherently magical or deadly about them, he spends the entire rest of the day researching symbolism and archaic demon customs, trying to figure out what kind of death threat he’s just been handed.
It doesn’t occur to him until nightfall, when the neighbors start discussing their romantic dinner plans at a decibel he has trouble tuning out, that he realizes the flowers might not have been delivered with malicious intent.
Because, apparently, today is Valentine’s Day. And apparently someone decided that Derek should receive flowers to celebrate the occasion.
Derek Hale has a secret admirer.
He honestly would have preferred the death threat.
Tag: getting together
Damage Control (Jackson/Stiles)
@mssmartian : Jackson/Stiles “i’m a pop star with a bad
relationship rep and you’re a hot actor whose last two movies flopped, i think
we can help each other out” fake dating auFor winning third place in my giveaway, I promised a fic of
500+ words. This one? Is a lot more than 500 words. Sorry? I hope you enjoy!
Fic #35 in my 2017 Prompt ChallengeDamage Control.
Jackson/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.When Jackson’s habit
of casual dating earns him the label of Casanova, his manager and best friend,
Danny, suggests that he do a little damage control. Enter Stiles Stilinski,
famous actor whose last two movies have apparently flopped. They already have a
sarcastic flirting going on, so Jackson knows getting Stiles to fake date him
is the best plan ever.“You’ve got to do something about it, Jackson.”
“Like what?” Jackson takes a sip of his drink, frowning when
the stupid umbrella bumps against his nose. He pulls it out of the glass and
tosses it across the table at Danny. “You know how much I hate random shit in
my drinks.”“Which is why I always make sure to ask for an umbrella
whenever I order you iced tea.” Danny smirks, and the bastard somehow manages
to still look like a total sweetheart instead of an ass. It’s a skill that
Jackson has never managed to master, even after thirteen years in the spotlight.
Accidental Kiss (Jackson/Stiles)
Anonymous said: Jackson/Stiles – “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”
I couldn’t let Valentine’s Day pass without writing my other OTP, so I hope you enjoy the fill for your Stackson prompt, Nonnie! Fic #45 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge
Accidental Kiss. Jackson/Stiles. Adult. Also on AO3.
Stiles accidentally kisses Jackson on the forehead, which somehow ends up changing their relationship because Jackson won’t let it go.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” Jackson is tense and staring at Stiles like he’s just done something incredibly horrible.
“Dude. I just kissed your forehead, chill.” Stiles refuses to give Jackson the satisfaction of seeing his face blotchy with a blush, so he’s just going to pretend that he didn’t accidentally forget himself and brush a kiss across Jackson’s forehead before standing up to go to the kitchen.
@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”
Hope you like it!!
~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)
Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.
He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.
“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.
He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.
There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.
He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.
“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.
*
He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.
Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.
It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.
Heartbreaker (Danny/Stiles)
Anonymous
said: Danny/Stiles
– “you kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th
grade and now your dorm is right across from mine” [x2]I had two anonymous prompts for this ship & pairing, so I hope both of you Nonnies enjoy this! This is fic #23 in the 2017 Prompt Challenge!
Heartbreaker. Danny/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.
Stiles isn’t very impressed with college, but then he runs into someone that he hasn’t seen since fourth grade, and things start to look up.
College is supposed to be this great, awesome thing.
According to the movies and mainstream pop culture, high school is the worst
years of your life, and college is the best. It’s all a bunch of shit because
college isn’t that much different from high school at all. There are still
stuck up snotty people who are pretty, popular, and rich. There are still
groups of social outcasts that don’t really fit anywhere. There are nerds and
creative artist types and jocks and all the traditional stereotypes that litter
high schools around the world.Stiles isn’t at all impressed.
Yeah but like, give me Stiles growin up a bit and coming home his first summer back from college all hot and confident.
Then give me him finding this swimming hole one day in the preserve, because he likes to be on his own sometimes. He’s gotten used to a normal, rigid structure.
Beacon Hills is the antithesis of what Stiles really needs in life.
ALSO Derek is back in town. Maybe he never left, who cares canon is a joke. As it happens, guys, it’s the SAME swimming hole that Derek used to frequent with his sisters but hasn’t been back to since the fire.
Obviously by some twist of fate, which seems to happen quite a lot around Stiles and Derek, he decides to visit the swimming hole one hot afternoon in July and lo behold who does he discover.
Derek probably doesn’t immediately recognize him by sight, but he knows the rhythm of Stiles heartbeat like his own by now. It kept him going for eight hours trying not to drown.
But Stiles is grown up, and Derek is so used to him beneath layers of clothing it takes a moment to register the Stiles he knew to the nineteen year old in front of him, thigh deep skinny dipping.
Because also, Stiles is naked. When he turns he startles but doesn’t seem otherwise phased by Derek’s presence. Instead he moves closer to the pebbled shore, and Derek.
“Wasn’t really expecting…company,” Stiles half apologizes.
“Yeah, I’ll just-”
“I said wasn’t expecting, not didn’t want it,” Stiles says. Before Derek can respond Stiles turns and dives back into the water, disappearing beneath the surface.
So, naturally, Derek strips and they swim and it probably should be weird but it isn’t. Then it happens a few more times and it’s all very PG until Derek asks one day, “what are we doing? Here, exactly,” sort of vaguely but not.
Stiles looks at him for a short pause, treading water, “some kind of gay chicken, I think,” he says before bursting into laughter. It’s the sort of confirmation Derek needs to slide his hands around Stiles’ thighs, and pull him in. Derek kisses Stiles while he’s distracted and unsuspecting but he kisses back, still smiling.
Then of course, later, on the sun soaked rocks around the ravine Derek stretches out, and Stiles sucks him off.
16 for the prompts, please? I love your writing!
16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”
Derek didn’t hate being a bartender, he made good tips, the hours were flexible so he had time to rehearse with his band, and he was pretty good at it. What he did hate, was getting hit on by drunk people all night, and the drunker they got, the bolder they got.
Tonight was no exception. It was Saturday which meant the bar was packed and Derek was busy enough that he could ignore the tall blonde guy that had been leering at him since he walked in with his friends a few hours prior.
Around 1:30 the bar started to clear out, which made Derek breathe a sigh of relief, he was exhausted and they had been so busy that neither he, nor Erica could slip out from behind the bar to do any of the restocking that they needed to before they could leave tonight.
Derek slipped out from behind the bar and made his way through the thinned out crowd to the back room where the beer cooler was.
He changed three of the tapped kegs, grabbed a box and filled it with the liquors they needed, and then grabbed a case of beer before he slipped out the door and started back toward the bar.
He had barely made it three feet before the blonde guy was approaching him. He walked faster, darting out of the man’s pack and got behind the bar before the guy could talk to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stand there and talk while Derek tried to do his job.
“You’re too sexy to be a bartender,” The guy slurred out, leaning hard on the bar in a way that told Derek he had been over served. He shot Erica a look and she just shrugged and went back to wiping down the counter.
“I think you could use some water,” Derek said instead of acknowledging the comment. He found the best way to deal with unwanted advances was to ignore them.
“You’re a tall drink of,” the guy hiccuped, “Water.”
Derek set a plastic cup in front of the man and found his hand being grabbed, “Please let go.”
“I’ll never let go,” The guy said and then he giggled. Derek tugged his hand away and the guy said, “Don’t be like that baby, let me take you home.”
“No,” Derek said, voice firm. He was saved from any more comments by one of his regulars, Stiles, stepping up to the bar and leaning over so he and Derek could half hug. Stiles hadn’t been around much this week and Derek had missed him, “The usual?”
The guy looked between Stiles and Derek for a moment before muttering, “Has a fucking boyfriend,” and walking away.
“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to,” Stiles said with a grin that made Derek’s stomach flip.
“Nah, he’s just a drunk ass, I deal with them all the time,” Derek said with a smile. “You’re in here late.”
“I just got back from a business trip out west,” Stiles said, “And I couldn’t miss seeing your sunshiny face, not after not seeing you at all this week.”
“We’ve texted,” Derek said, “And Snapchatted.”
“It’s not as good as the real thing,” Stiles said with a wink.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were hitting on me,” Derek said, the smile still on his face.
“If I was?”
“I’d be okay with it.”
“Then I am,” Stiles said, “Brunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Derek said, he could feel his ears burning and was grateful that it was dark in the bar. “I’ll text you my address, you can pick me up.”
“See you then,” Stiles said, leaning over the bar and kissing Derek on the cheek before he turned and left. The blonde guy glared at him as he walked away, but Derek barely saw him, he was too transfixed by Stiles.
Drabble Challenge: 1-150
Prompt: Getting undressed!
Growing up with werewolves, Derek was never taught to be ashamed of his body or to really care when others were in various stages of undress. They were constantly shifting in and out of wolf forms and ripping clothes that Derek got to the point of being uncomfortable in clothes, which is why the second he enters his apartment, he strips his shirt off.
The second he does, he can smell something and then he realizes someone is in his apartment. He actually looks up and sees Stiles sitting on his couch with a laptop on his lap.
“Um,” is all Derek can say.
“Um,” is all Stiles can say as he stares at Derek’s chest with a red face. “You’re not wearing a shirt anymore.”
“No,” Derek answers.
So this is a light little Sterek drabble I’d ALMOST finished ages ago and then forgotten about until tonight, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors.
Word count: a little under 2k
Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.
What the Hell is a Stiles?
Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU
Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.
“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”
“Nope.”
“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”
“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”
Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”
“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”
“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.
“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”
Derek sighs. Fuck.
His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”
Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”
“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”
“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.
“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”
Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away.
“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.
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