Can someone please write a sterek ficlet about this
Pretty please?
//for thesterek, because i’ve had this in my likes forever and finally got around to it and OH MY GOD THAT PHOTO. I hope its worth it!! featuring handyman!derek and a metric ton of fluff.//
Stiles graduates from Stanford with honors, and after a few months of scrounging together every penny he’s ever made, he moves into his first grownup apartment back in Beacon Hills. And it’s…fine, it’s perfectly nice, Lydia, not everybody can afford a chic little studio in the Beacon Hills equivalent of soho. So what if his landlady is kinda shifty about the previous tenants, and the floor is always vaguely sticky, and the fridge makes worrying clanking noises in the middle of the night. It may be old and the worse for wear and technically an attic, but it’s affordable and it’s his.
In the spirit of his first foray into independence, Stiles throws a housewarming party.
“It’s nice,” Scott lies enthusiastically when he arrives, handing Stiles his housewarming gifts– an economy sized bag of Pirate’s Booty and a rubber spatula with a bow on it, thank you, Scotty. At his side, Kira nods uncertainly, smiling in earnest.
“It’s a dump,” Malia says matter-of-factly, pushing past them to go snooping through the kitchen.
“It has potential,” Kira corrects, leveling an admonishing frown in her direction. “The windows are really nice and big, and you have way more space than Scott and I do.”
“Thanks for trying, guys,” Stiles says cheerfully, clapping Scott companionably on the shoulder. “I mean, Malia’s totally right, but I appreciate your support.”
Tag: getting together
Sterek fic loosely inspired by TFLN #530, “Showed up to the airport to find my fuck buddy is on the same flight. Do you think he’d be interested in the mile high club?” I changed the prompt a little. Sterek, rated T, word count: under 2k
It’s kind of improbable that Stiles even met Derek, if he thinks about it.
It wouldn’t have happened if Stiles’ dad hadn’t been a cop. If Stiles hadn’t made a habit of snooping through his dad’s files and listening to police scanners. If he hadn’t fallen in love with the idea of a life in law enforcement. If he hadn’t decided to go to college in New York, across the country from his dad and Scott. If his college hadn’t required Elementary Statistics for the Criminal Justice major. If he hadn’t waited until fall semester of his junior year to take it because he’d hated stats class in high school. If, on the first day, he hadn’t spotted a blonde girl in the front row. If he hadn’t noticed she was wearing a Wonder Woman T-shirt, and if he hadn’t been drawn to it like a moth to flame. If he hadn’t been wearing his Batman T-shirt that day, and if he hadn’t had the guts to sit beside her, and if they hadn’t talked and realized they were both from Beacon Hills. If they hadn’t hit it off.
And, most of all, if Erica hadn’t leaned over one day a little before Thanksgiving and invited him to her party on Friday. If Stiles hadn’t said yes.
*
Stiles hadn’t been to many college parties (or, who was he kidding, many parties period, he’d never been Mr. Popular in high school). Based on all the college movies he’d ever seen, not to mention Erica’s love of bright lipsticks and fast cars and loud music, he kind of expected this to be a rager. Based on that assumption, he’d carefully styled his hair and worn his clubbing clothes, a tight black tee and burgundy skinny jeans.
Instead, when he knocked on the door of Erica’s apartment, he could hear faint pop music filtering out into the hall. She answered the door dressed as Luna Lovegood, complete with radish earrings and a Ravenclaw tie. Over Erica’s shoulder, he could see a handsome, very well muscled guy dressed as Captain America go wandering down the hall and disappear into one of the rooms.
“Crap, is this a costume party?” Stiles said.
Erica eyed him appreciatively. “No, but you could probably pass for a rocker.” She fiddled with a time-turner on a string around her neck. “Boyd and I just felt like dressing up. We were digging around in the closet for balloons and found our Halloween costumes from last year instead.“
So instead of the kind of mass dance party in a dark, sweaty basement he’d been expecting, he was faced with a handful of people sitting around on the floor of Erica’s living room in T-shirts and jeans (and the one guy in the Captain America suit), eating pizza off paper plates and playing Cards Against Humanity. An iPod dock by the door was belting out “Hooked on a Feeling.” There were a few red and black balloons floating in a corner, and a snack table against the wall laden with pizza boxes and chips and dip. It felt pretty much exactly like all the parties Stiles had ever been to in high school.
Except that those parties had never featured a (hot) guy who looked up when Stiles came in and raked curious, appreciative eyes down Stiles’ body before meeting his eyes, smirking, and going back to studying his cards. Holy shit.
the right gif is when your friend won’t stop subtly hinting about your crush when they’re standing near you
OKAY BUT THERE ARE A MILLION FICS WHERE SCOTT IS SHOCKED WHEN STILES AND DEREK GET TOGETHER AND A MILLION MORE WHERE SCOTT TELLS STILES HOW OBVIOUS DEREK’S CRUSH ON HIM WAS THE WHOLE TIME BUT ARE THERE ANY WHERE SCOTT EXPLICITLY DROPS GIGANTIC HINTS AND TEASES DEREK ABOUT IT AND DEREK KIND OF *NOSTRIL FLARES AT HIM* SCOTT HE IS RIGHT THERE I WILL END YOU AND STILES IS JUST KIND OF SITTING IN THE CORNER EATING CHEETOS YELLING AT THEM FOR WHISPERING IN WEREWOLF DECIBELS BECAUSE IT’S SUPER RUDE TO THE TOKEN HUMAN IN THE ROOM OKAY
‘Hey, Stiles,’ Scott says.
‘Hm?’
‘Do you ever wonder why Derek broke up with that guy he was seeing?’
‘Not really,’ Stiles lies. His heart skips a beat and Scott smirks, catches the Cheeto that Stiles throws at him in his mouth. Stiles flips a page pointedly.
‘Dude, what did that guy even look like? I forget. I feel like he was tall though, and he had those freakishly long fingers, you know what I mean? Like daddy long legs. Wasn’t he learning drums too?’
‘Yeah,’ Stiles murmurs absentmindedly, scribbling notes in the margin. There’s a wendigo on the loose a few towns over from Beacon Hills, and the Turner pack called to ask for their help taking it down – Scott and Stiles are at the new house Derek bought, researching. (‘Housewarming, man, we’re sexiled.’ ‘Isn’t housewarming where you get me a gift?’ ‘No, we’re warming your house. And the gift is us!’) ‘I helped him,’ Stiles adds.
‘You crushed him at Guitar Hero, is what you mean.’
Stiles smirks, preens visibly.
’D’you feel like he had a lot of freckles too? Like, everywhere? Even when we were in the sun for a second he’d suddenly have a million new freckles. And he had those hipster cool glasses, too.’
‘Yeah,’ Stiles agrees easily, slapping his laptop and muttering under his breath.
Scott rolls his eyes. ‘Does that remind you of anyone? Anyone at all? Don’t we know someone else with freckles, who’s tall with long fingers? And has glasses like that?’
‘Dude,’ Stiles says. He raises his head, finally, and looks at Scott, eyebrows furrowed. Somewhere an orchestra swells – this is it, Scott thinks. This is the moment.
The door bursts open and Derek stomps through, rustling his plastic grocery bags as he, like, flares his nostrils at Scott. ‘Wow,’ he says loudly, glaring at Scott through his blush, ‘you would not believe the traffic out there, it was so bad it made me want to kill someone. Maybe even a werewolf.’
based on this frickin
hilarious video go watch it now (also on a03)Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 10:27am. It happens sometimes,
telemarketers, and quite often for the nannying agency that’s one digit off his
mobile. Today is a new one.“Hello, this is Derek.”
“Oh, hi. Okay. Hi, I’m Stiles,” comes a surprised voice from the other end.
“Hi Stiles.”
“So, Derek, this is going to sound strange, but I’m just about to go in for
a job interview in three minutes, and I had to fill out this list of references
and I was short a number so I wrote down a random one, then thought I should
call it to see if it was real. And it is, it’s yours.”“So you just wrote down a random number as a reference?” Derek asks,
confused and also a little amused.“Yes, that’s right. And look, I’m going in soon, and getting this job would
be really great, and so would you mind if I keep your number on the list? They
probably won’t call but I–”“Go for it,” Derek interrupts. What’s the harm in it? He can cross off that
he’s done his one nice thing for the day, and this Stiles is right, he probably
won’t even get a call.“Seriously? Ah, okay that’s amazing. Thank you.”
“What’s the job?” Derek asks, grabbing a pen and paper to write it down.
He’s warming up to the idea of doing this fake reference thing. It’ll be a
laugh if nothing else.“So it’s an IT position with Saris and Fehr Legal. System maintenance,
software security, a bunch of stuff really, but don’t worry about it too much,
I just had you down as a personal reference?”Stiles asks it like a question, showing some nerves, and Derek realises he’s
essentially admitting he doesn’t know enough people who’d give him a positive
reference.“Oh well that’s easy enough then, I’ll just say that I’ve known you for
years, talk about how you’re organized, trustworthy, etcetera,” Derek’s been a
reference for some of his friends before, he knows the drill.“Ah, yeah, sounds great. Wow. You sure about this?”
“It’s fine, Stiles. It’ll make my day more interesting at any rate.”
“Wow,” Stiles repeats, clearly surprised by Derek’s immediate cooperation. “So
it’s Stiles Stilinski, not sure I gave you my last name.”“No, you didn’t,” he says, writing down Stiles’ surname phonetically. “Mine’s
Hale. Derek Hale.”“Hale,” Stiles repeats, while Derek can hear the sound of a pen moving
across paper through the phone. “Alright, I’ve got to go now but thanks so
much, Derek. It means a lot.”“You’re welcome,” Derek says, smiling at how relieved Stiles sounds. “Good
luck for the interview.”
Mistletoe’s Overrated Anyway
I started writing this last Christmas. And then suddenly it was January so I decided to wait to do anything with it until this Christmas. I found it on Saturday night and forgot I hadn’t finished it. So here, have a Christmas fic! On… Boxing Day.
At least it’s not January?
Happy (belated) Christmas/Season’s Greetings, all!
*
Derek glances up
when he hears the front door open and close, and frowns when Laura doesn’t
immediately announce herself. He wipes his hands on the dish towel hanging from
his belt loop and goes to investigate, finding his sister in the entryway with
a stranger.Laura’s face
lights up and she drops all of her bags, launching at him. “Derek!”Despite the
surprise of an unannounced guest, Derek smiles and squeezes her, pressing his
nose into her hair. “I didn’t think you were bringing anyone,” Derek
says when they finally part.“I
wasn’t,” Laura says. “I was lucky to even get here. All of the
flights out are cancelled for the foreseeable future because of the weather,
and I ran into Stiles, of all people. You remember Stiles Stilinski, right?
From Cora’s class?”Derek
remembers a hyperactive eleven year old with a buzzcut and an irritating habit
of getting underfoot – his memory doesn’t lend to the lean, doe eyed brunet in
his hallway; he’s talking on his phone and scowling something fierce but
Derek’s mouth goes dry at the way Stiles runs long fingers through his hair.
“Coffee?” Derek asks abruptly, turning to look at Laura.
“There’s a fresh pot. Cora’s gone out on a last minute supply run – is,
uh, Stiles staying?”“I
offered your wonderful hospitality until he can find a flight to take him
home,” Laura says, following him back into the kitchen and leaving Stiles
in the hall. “I know you have the space, and it seemed a shame to leave
him stranded. Nobody should be alone on Christmas.”“It’s
not Christmas yet,” Derek points out. “How did you even recognise
him? We haven’t seen him in ten years.”
Merry Christmas @watsonofabitch!
I hope you enjoy this 😀
Bad Santa
“Wait, what?” Stiles sputters, spitting Cheetos everywhere. He twists round to stare at Scott, the episode of Brooklyn 99 they’re watching forgotten.
“Secret Santa.”
Stiles gapes. “Seriously?”
Scott shrugs, “I thought it would be nice.”
“Nice.”
“Y’know, promote pack bonding or whatever.”
“And you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier?”
“I sent a text,” Scott’s face falls. “Oh, wait, I sent it a couple of weeks back, around the time your phone was broken.”
“Oh my god, Scott. When I didn’t get back to you, you could have e-mailed me. Or skyped. Or written me a letter or something.”
“There were giants, man. Actual giants. I was distracted.” Stiles rolls his eyes, and Scott sighs. “I honestly thought you knew. I didn’t make the connection between the lack of reply and the broken phone until just now.”
Merry Christmas, @bellybaire!
Flower Wolf
Derek digs his paws into the dirt, does it over and over until he has a nice, deep hole. Then he tilts his head and gently bites the stem of the gerbera daisy he’s planting, carefully setting it down it its new spot. He pushes the earth back over its roots, making sure not to compact it too much.
Then he moves over, and starts digging the next hole.
Sure, it’d probably be faster to do today’s new planting in human form, but sometimes he likes doing it this way, too. It’s nice, experiencing the garden as a wolf, fully enjoying all the sights and smells.
When he’s finished his row of flowers, he curls up in the shade of the little orange tree in the center. He completely relaxes, stretching out and letting the garden soothe him as the breeze gently ruffles his fur.
As he drifts off, he lets himself idly imagine all the different things he could plant. He has a lot of space that isn’t being used yet, and he wants the garden to be done this year.
He wants it to be ready.
nofeartina
answered your question “Send me tropes?”What about Stiles as a college-frat-dudebro who secretly has a crush for nerdy glasses!Derek. And Stiles tries to let Derek know how in to him he is, but Derek just doesn’t speak dudebro, so he doesn’t pick up on all the hints Stiles is dropping.. 🙂
Not gonna lie, friend, I struggled with this, but I think I got close enough in the end. Enjoy?
* * *
”Heeey, so. Derek.”
The voice makes Derek close his eyes
and count to ten, because, god, never a moment’s peace.
”Stiles,” he greets dully, refusing to even look at him. Derek is
not about to give him the satisfaction.”There’s this party at the Eta Zeta
sorority tonight. Wanna come?” Stiles asks, splaying out
obnoxiously in his chair, and Derek is about to sneer at him to stop
man-spreading all over the place before he remembers that he’s not
supposed to be looking at Stiles. Dammit.”No. I’m not really a fan of
parties.”Stiles starts jiggling his leg, and
consequently the entire library table Derek is studying on. Ugh.
Jocks.”Oh. Well. Uh. Standing offer, you
know. In case you change your mind.” Stiles leaves after that, and
Derek breathes a sigh of relief. He’s never really figured out what
Stiles wants from him, but it can’t be good. Fratboy jocks never want
anything good from nerds. So far Stiles hasn’t even asked for
(or demanded) help with assignments, but still. It’s probably only a
matter of time until he reveals what it is he wants from Derek.
Because he must want something.
I almost can’t believe it, but I’m actually posting two fics within the space of a few days!! This week has been crazy productive.
So this fic is not a Christmas fic, but it is kinda Christmas-y, because I wrote this while listening to copious amounts of Christmas music. It has a very different feel from the last fic I posted, but I hope you guys like it~
Sterek, ~6k words, rated T
It happens on a Monday. Derek stayed up stupidly late the night before, reading a weird German serial killer novel Erica lent him, and overslept. He’s running late, out of breath and a little sweaty from jogging all the way from the subway, and when he yells, “Hold the elevator!” an arm obligingly snakes out between the doors and he slips inside.
The guy who held the door for him doesn’t even look up. He’s slouching back against the wall, scrolling disinterestedly through his phone, his other hand curled around a bouquet of flowers wrapped in crinkly paper. He’s got messy brown hair and a mole right by his mouth, four more in a cluster along his jaw, and, under the scent of cold air and wet pavement that’s clinging to his jacket, he smells—good. Really good. Warm and a little gingery.
The elevator doors slide shut. Derek’s so focused on trying to look at him without letting the guy know he’s looking that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize the guy just said something. To Derek.
Derek blinks. “What?”
The guy smirks. “Running a little low on caffeine? I asked what floor you want.” He nods at the elevator buttons, and Derek flushes. Right.
“Ninth.”
The guy leans forward to press the button, and Derek leans in a little after him, trying to subtly smell him again.
A Bit of a Situation
Summary: Derek is getting more and more comfortable around
Stiles. Maybe a little too comfortable.Notes: Written for @shealwaysreads for her
birthday! ❤ (I tried to get as much of what you requested into this as I could. I
hope you like it!) Inspired by this adorable art. (On AO3)
Derek’s a lot more comfortable with himself these days. And
Stiles definitely considers that a good thing, because Derek’s been guilty and
angry for far too long. It’s nice to see him smile, nice to see him laugh.Derek being comfortable with himself also means he’s more
comfortable with his pack, spending a lot of time with all of them. And really,
Stiles is all for that, too. Derek’s been yearning to belong, to be a part of
something, to matter, and he finally
has that.So Stiles totally doesn’t mind.
Except for right now.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOOOOOOD! THIS IS FANTASTIC!!! This has everything I wanted and it just reads so well and so naturally and oh man oh man Derek feeling so comfortable with Stiles that he slips from wolf into man is MY JAM LIKE I CANT EVEN TELL YOU!
Thank you SO MUCH! This is a wonderful gift – I am genuinely so so happy you even thought of writing this for me!
shealwaysreads 