A little something for @madahenriques who has not been having the best time at the moment, and whose birthday it also is! Happy Birthday, sweetheart. I hope you like mates, jealous!Derek and cheesy love confessions. I blame @halewithstilinski‘s post for the direction this took.
Derek tries not to look as Stiles dances with yet another guy. Erica is beside him, encouraging
him with hip checks and cat calls and- why, dear god, why– booty slaps until Boyd thankfully
pulls her away. There is only so many times Derek can hear “shake that money maker, Stilinski” and
not have the urge to rip the person’s throat out Stiles is shaking his “money
maker” at.He’s not possessive. Well, no more than werewolves
usually are. He thinks. Stiles can dance with who he wants. Fuck, he can sleep with who he wants, that’s not
Derek’s decision, but it’s more than a little hard to see your mate grinding up
against other people and oozing contentment
all the while looking over at you every other five minutes. Derek gets Stiles
likes to make sure he isn’t trying to sneak out on what has been, horribly, called “shake your groove thing night”, but still, way to unintentionally rub a guy’s face
in it.Derek hopes it’s
unintentional anyway.Mates aren’t as common the books make it out to be,
and it’s just Derek’s luck he not only ended up with one, but also fell
hopelessly in love with him (to quote just about every cheesy romantic movie ever
made).Romantic mates are even less common. Usually mates
are just people you have a special bond with; you feel everything more keenly
with them, for them. You are connected to them in a way you aren’t with anyone
else, but it doesn’t have to mean anything. Until you are stupid enough to fall
in love with them, that is.Derek knows it’s not impossible to get over a mate,
but the problem isn’t Stiles being Derek’s mate, it’s the fact he’s Derek’s Stiles. That loud mouthed, annoying, persistent
kid. That stupidly loyal, funny and crazy smart kid. That kid who is no longer
a kid but a twenty-two year old grown ass man
who clearly didn’t focus all his
energies on studying in college (if the way his hips are moving is anything to
go by).Derek truly, desperately, tries not to whine,
nostalgic for the days when he found it easier to tear his gaze away from
Stiles.In fact, he is so focused on maintaining his usual,
indifferent highly preferred (he
doesn’t care what the therapy books say about it being a defensive mechanism) persona
(that is apparently fooling no-one these days, not even Scott), he doesn’t even
notice when two perfect- fuck, why are they so perfect- mole speckled hands
take his.“Stiles,” Derek grunts, taking a moment before he
looks up, scared of the heat he can feel rising on his cheeks at the skin to
skin contact.Derek used to think Stiles was a tactile person,
the kind of guy who always got up in your space, but he’s noticed in the last
few years how much Stiles shies away from the people he loves. The Nogitsune
played a big part in that, Derek knows, but it’s not being afraid to touch
anyone Stiles is wary of, like Derek so often is. It’s being scared people will
reject that touch. He’s seen it, over and over, and he’s spent countless
moments trying to figure out a way to give Stiles a hug without making it into
the big deal it is, but stealth was never one of his strong suits. So he leaves
it alone, even though it physically hurts him to watch Stiles holding himself
back, holding himself away, when
Derek sees he needs it. Having a stranger touch you is never the same, Derek
thinks he knows that better than anyone.Which is why Stiles doing something as simple as
taking Derek’s hands makes his heart skip more beats than is probably healthy,
because Stiles touching him like this, so freely, so easily, means he trusts Derek. Trusts him with something far more
precious than his life. He trusts him with his trust, something Stiles rarely gives to anyone. If he ever gives anyone these days.And then suddenly something changes, because one
moment Stiles is holding his hands and the next he is slipping his arms around
Derek’s waist, pulling him in, pulling him against
him. It’s heaven and hell and everything in between.Derek swallows. “Stiles, what are you doing?”
“I’m tired of playing hard to get,” he says, simply.
Fact, even though Derek can smell his nerves. “Everyone keeps telling me this
is something, so if it isn’t you have tell me now.”Derek’s eyes flick up and sure enough, the whole
pack is watching them. The assholes.“Everyone?” he asks, a pointless
question.Stiles nods, eyes slowly scanning Derek’s face,
lazy and unhurried like he could look at him forever. It makes Derek shiver.“Everyone,” he repeats, licking his lips. “But it’s not
polite to assume things. So?”“So,” Derek whispers, dumbstruck, distracted, at
how soft Stiles’ mouth looks this close up. Has it always looked that soft?Rolling his eyes, Stiles leans in closer. “You and
me,” he breathes, slowly, like a confession. “We could be…” He looks down.“Good?” Derek finishes, breath catching because,
wait.Wait.
“I love you,” Stiles says, shrugging, like it’s no
big deal, even though Derek can hear Stiles’ heart racing over the music. Can
hear it thudding. It’s the most
erratic he has ever heard it and maybe it’s not the right time to smile, not
when Stiles is looking at him like he thinks Derek is about to crush him, but
he can’t help it. He feels drunk.No, he feels happy.
“In Mexico,” Derek says, shakily bringing one hand
up to cup Stiles’ face. “I- you heard me, right? What I said?”Stiles frowns. “What you said?” he asks, clearly
not understanding.Oh.
Derek blinks, confused. “You turned back, I…thought
you heard me.”“No,” Stiles shakes his head. “I mean, I thought-”
He sucks in a breath, once, fast. “You mean-?”“I said-” Derek begins, but his throat closes up,
just like it did that night. “I said-” he tries again, but still, nothing
happens. “I said-”“It’s okay, I think I get it,” Stiles smiles,
taking his hands again, and that’s all Derek needs to hear before he leans in
and kisses him.
Tag: getting together
if you’re still looking for tropes– how about taking care of a fake baby for a high school project? ^_^
I’m so sorry to the eight people who prompted before this, but when one of my actual fanfic heroes drops a prompt in my inbox how do you expect me to not fucking forget everything else??
Hello, hi, I love and admire you a heck of a lot. ❤
I also have zero experience with this fake baby thing, so I just googled it.
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”You look adorable,” Stiles ways
with a grin, for the third time that night, and Derek is just done.
If he has to do this while fake-feeding their goddamn fake baby
they’re fake-parenting for the weekend, then so be it.”Okay, you need to stop,” Derek
says, and he kinda hates himself for how softly he speaks. The robot
baby can’t register noise or anything, but something very basic in
Derek is keeping him from letting his voice sound angry around a
baby. Fake or not.Stiles frowns. ”Huh? Stop what?”
”Look, I get that this whole
assignment is a joke to you, but I really want to pass this class, so
if you could please just dial down your usual level of asshole for
this last day I’d really appreciate it.””My level of- excuse me?”
Who’s That Tramping Over My Bridge?
Written for the prompt: Well, you try talking some sense into the bridge troll.
Sterek, T, 2K words. In which poor Derek is scared of trolls, and Stiles has to think on his feet.
Stiles threw his hands up with an exasperated groan and spun around. “Oh my god, I cannot fucking do this. Derek, care to chime in?”
The two of them had been driving through the Preserve, just minding their own business, until they came to a little bridge and got stopped by a troll, of all things. Seriously. One would think that after this many years, Stiles would stop being surprised by new supernatural creatures. Their troll section in the bestiary was practically nonexistent, but he looked…well, he looked pretty much like a troll, actually, big and ugly with a large, misshapen nose. He wasn’t green, though, which was a little disappointing, and he was so far not listening to Stiles’ reasoning.
“Let us pass,” Derek growled, and Stiles sighed. Seriously? That was the best he could do?
“Real eloquent there, Sourwolf,” he drawled, and he rolled his eyes at Derek’s snarl. “Oh, please. I haven’t been scared of you in like six years.”
Derek glared and grabbed Stiles’ elbow to tug him back a few steps. “I don’t like trolls,” he hissed.
“You are an alpha werewolf,” Stiles hissed back, “and you don’t like trolls?”
“Repeating it doesn’t make it any less true!”
Stiles sighed and snuck a look at the troll. It seemed a little exasperated but wasn’t trying to actively kill them or anything. “Why do you look like you’re about to shit your pants?”
“I don’t want to tell you this,” Derek said. It looked like he had been sucking on a lemon, and since that hadn’t been his go-to default expression in at least three years, Stiles knew something was actually wrong.
“Well, I don’t want to die at the hands of this troll, so.”
“I had nightmares about trolls when I was a kid,” he whispered, and Stiles blinked.
“Are you kidding me right now?” he asked, then he held his hand up when Derek opened his mouth. “Never mind. Don’t get me wrong, we will be talking about this later. But back to this troll. Do we have to kill it?”
Derek grimaced, as did the troll, unsurprisingly. “Whoa,” he said, stepping forward. Stiles immediately took a step back. He could see Derek’s point, actually—trolls were pretty creepy. “That’s a little drastic, right? I thought you all were the good guys.”
“Yeah, and part of being the good guys is killing the bad guys!”
The troll’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait,” he said, putting his hands up, “what do you think I do here?”
Stiles watches a proposal happening outside the restaurant
he works at. Down on the pier below him, a man is down on one knee, asking the
question to a another man with his back turned. Stiles holds his breath. He
doesn’t know these people, but he’s invested in romance and grand gestures. He’s
going to watch this play out.Stiles can tell three seconds later that something is wrong.
For one, the man with his back to Stiles has tensed up,
un-moving. And secondly, the man on his knees is frowning.Stiles should walk away. This is the worst kind of voyeur-cy.
The absolute worst. He can’t though, so he watches the failed proposal in all
its horrible glory.The man stands up and then the other one talks for a while,
during which Stiles can see the proposer fighting off tears. He eventually
walks away, leaving the propose-ee standing alone on the pier.Stiles doesn’t know why he does it.
He lets Lydia know he’s taking his break, speedily
sweet-talks Isaac into giving him a slice of the three-tier chocolate cake,
then makes his way down to the pier, where the man who turned down the proposal
is still standing.“Uh, hey. Hi.”
The guy turns around and he looks… confused, more than
anything. Not heartbroken. No tears. Not like he just lost the love of this
life. Just confused.“I’m sorry to intrude but I, uh, saw what just happened and
I thought maybe you’d like some cake.”He practically forces it into the guy’s hands.
“Thank you,” the man says, in a surprisingly soft voice.
“You saw that?”Stiles nods, sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I know it’s kind of a
private thing.”The other guy merely shrugs, then looks down at the cake,
making no move to eat it.“I can vouch for that. It’s from the restaurant there. Where
I work.”The guy looks up to where Stiles pointed. He’s not really
engaged, and Stiles feels horrible for coming down here.“I’m just going to go, then. I’m sorry. Hope you’re okay.”
“I just don’t understand,” the guy says glumly.
“What?”
“I don’t– We’ve been, were,
together for 5 months. I’ve never met his brothers.”Stiles nods, unsure what this guy wants from him. Maybe it’s
nothing more than to be a pair of ears.“I’ve had relationships that lasted longer, yes, but they’ve
never… five months. That’s… it’s too
soon. That’s what I told him.” Here, the guy looks up at Stiles, heartbreak still
absent from his face. “That’s was the right answer, right? I mean, five months.”“I don’t know. I don’t know either of you.” Stiles doesn’t
want the responsibility this guy is giving him right now.“No, no, you’re right, of course.” The guy sighs and turns
away from Stiles, looking to the spot where his ex (?) was just kneeling
earlier.“Have you ever been proposed to?”
“Aside from numerous times in kindergarten, you mean?”
Stiles says with his usual lack of concern for the tone of the current
conversation.The other guy surprises him by laughing.
“Aside from that,” he says with a smile.
“Uh, no. Can’t say I have. Five months is more like the average
length of my relationships, so…”“Not mine,” the guy says.
“Yeah. I’d picked up on that.”
Stiles struggles over what to do now. In terms of normal
social cues, he should probably leave. But he’s hooked on this whole situation,
and also feels, perhaps presumptively, that this guy… wants him to stay?“Do you want to share this with me?” The guy holds the cake
up.“Sure,” Stiles says, for the excuse to do something, and the
excuse to stay with this guy, who’s as interesting as he is attractive.“I’m Derek, by the way.”
“Stiles.”
_
Five months into dating Derek and Stiles can understand why
that other guy proposed so quickly.He doesn’t.
He waits another three years and seven months.
It involves chocolate cake which he sweet-talks Isaac into
making (“that hasn’t been on the menu in years, Stiles”), a ring that his dad passed
on to him (“your mother would have wanted
you to have it”), a bottle of French champagne, a picnic blanket, a spectacularly
pleasant Spring afternoon, and a very surprised Derek Hale.He says yes.
Derek says yes and then kisses Stiles so abruptly that Stiles
is glad he was already on one knee so his fall to the ground isn’t as hurtful
as it could have been. Not that he really pays the collision any mind, seeing
as how thoroughly Derek is kissing him, while chanting ‘yes, yes, yes’ between
every press of lips before Stiles even has a chance to fit the engagement ring
around his finger.
Sterek Fic Recs: The Christmas Edition
It’s the time of year for good cheer and good fanfiction.
“When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he’s in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.”
This is a gorgeous fic – stranded Stiles, Derek to the rescue. With full on woodland cabin and home-made cookies to round out the sweetness. It’s a very soft, gentle and lovely fic to read – makes you feel all warm and hopeful.
i wait for you like a lonely house by @bleep0bleep
“Derek isn’t sure why he buys the house.
He doesn’t need the space, that much is certain. While it’s not as big as the one Derek grew up in, something about the cheerful yellow paint and the wide staircase (with banisters wide enough for children to slide down) draws him in.”
Ohhh. Oh, this is a good one. We get deputy!derek, a full pack, Derek and Stiles both growing up and maturing and finally finding their perfect moment to become. It might be more Christmas-tangential than full on Christmassy but its going on the list – the fairy lights at the end are too perfectly written to miss out on. You’ll love it.
You put a Hallmark on my Heart by @giantteenwolforgy
“Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter’s teacher and his boss’s son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.
Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.”
This is so cute. You all know about my weakness for parent!sterek and this has single dad Derek with the sweetest little girl who quite unintentionally makes everyone’s Christmas wish come true. It’s funny and sweet and embarrassing and heartwarming all in one. Plus – you get Derek in a Santa outfit. No lie.
To Open Their Shut Up Hearts by @villainny
“The light fades out pretty early in the afternoon, but his laptop’s on and Stiles keeps flicking his thumb across the screen of his phone. Derek’s unimpressed face stares at him in pulses of light, but he still hasn’t pressed the green button. It’s not like Derek will exactly bring the Christmas cheer.Stiles is feeling a little like a Dickens character. Three people show him the error of his ways.”
This starts out kind of melancholy but warms up till it’s totally going to melt you heart. I love the way Derek has clearly been patiently waiting for this moment, and I adore the way Stiles just grabs his opportunity and goes for it. Sleigh bells indeed!
“The Christmas sweater alone should have sent any rational person running; the terrible customer service and delight in Derek’s suffering were just icing.”
Waaaah! This is so cute! Told over three Christmases (yes it takes Derek that long to find his words) this is the most adorable look at a Derek who’s family are alive and who’s worst nightmare is his sisters finding out about his crush. Head to the gift shop to sample the sweet goods!
All The Way Home (I’ll Be Warm) by @motleywolf
“A Christmas AU involving New York, snow, baked treats, and hot chocolate.
Stiles is standing there, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, and Derek doesn’t want to see him disappear into the apartment opposite without a promise to see him again. “Do you—would you like something to drink? Coffee?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Rubbing his hands together, Stiles nods and looks over his shoulder. “Can you give me a minute to get changed? I’ve got snow melting in places that I don’t want it to be melting.”
Derek laughs at the look on Stiles’ face and nods. “Knock when you’re done.”
If Derek watches Stiles until the door closes, that’s no one’s business but his own.”
This has it all. Human AU, neighbours!sterek, Stiles is a New Yorker – and Claudia is alive and they run a BAKERY. It’s Christmas, there’s snow and hot chocolate and cakes. And the sweetest romance.
“Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away.”
This is utterly sweet and totally fluffy. AU where Derek has left Beacon Hills and is en route back after a long absence, he bumps into an old friend with a new addition at the airport on Christmas eve and the possibilities seem endless.
if i built you in miniature by @wutheringwolf
“Derek quietly loves Christmas and is not afraid to wear the sweaters to show it. He hosts a children’s TV show about science and history, builds model trains, and is painfully awkward. Stiles works in a Hallmark-type store that sells Christmas decorations and model train pieces, and might have an unhealthy appreciation for sweaters. Of course he was going to fall for Derek. Of course he was.”
“Scott can never resist cheeseburgers and Stiles’ drama” is just one of the perfectly hilarious lines in this fic. Derek is shy and adorable and there are ugly knitted christmas jumpers and alive! and fabulous Hale Family. This one is a delight from start to finish and you’re all going to love it.
The Natural Binding Properties of Pine Sap by uraneia
“Derek saves a nymph from being somebody’s Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.
If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.
*
Of course, Derek doesn’t notice. Not at first. How would he, when he’s alone? The mistletoe can’t do anything to him when he’s alone. It just sits in the house, hung above the fireplace, next to his tiny Christmas tree. Only when he shows up at Scott’s to return Melissa’s stepladder—Lydia and Stiles insisted he put up Christmas lights—does he realize the gift’s true purpose.
Melissa lifts one corner of her mouth in a wry smile and tells him, “You’ve got a little something right—” and reaches up above his head.”
Okay so this is one of my favourites. I love the idea, true love’s kiss and all that. But most of all I love the way the pack is written, all together and playing such big parts of each other’s lives – with Lydia is a fabulous highlight. Derek is beautifully written and I just want to cuddle him.
Came Out of the Woods by Choice by then sepia
“In the newly-rebuilt Hale House, Derek is hosting Christmas Eve dinner for the pack, most of whom have scattered for college, and Stiles is cooking. But a freak storm knocks out the power and snows everyone in, preventing them from making it to Derek’s, so he and Stiles spend Christmas Eve together. Feelings ensue as they come up with some creative ways to conserve body heat.”
We’ve got it all here – our two lovely boys being healthy and happy, a rebuilt Hale house, Christmas Eve, getting snowed in – and even a candlelit dinner. This is soft, sweet, and has a dash of smut. The perfect seasonal recipe!
Your Secret Santa by @literaryoblivion
“Stiles is saving Derek’s life. Again. He thinks there should be some kind of reward system for them. When he suggests it, Derek reveals it’s his birthday. Stiles feels a little guilty that all he can give Derek for it is his life-saving abilities, so he decides to make it up to him on the next gift-giving holiday.”
Okay so this wouldn’t be a Christmas rec list without a Secret Santa fic, right?! This is adorable, and again it’s one of the fics I love for the pack bonding and the relationships that are all so warm and loving. Derek’s pack being happy makes him happy. ‘Nuff said.
Falling For You by @mad-madam-m
“Based on a prompt from this list: i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW”
So this one is short and sweet – a gorgeous little prompt fill that sees our boys as neighbours and all kinds of puns and good stuff. Fluffy, adorable, and perfect to read if you want a smile!
“What,” Stiles says, and he’s aware that he doesn’t quite make it a question, but he currently can’t feel his toes so he figures he’s allowed.
“Do you want a ride home or not?” Derek huffs impatiently, each word forming a visible cloud in the cold night air as he digs around in the Jeep’s trunk to grab as many bags as he can carry and transfer them to his own car.
Oh man oh man. This is just so lovely! Don’t be worried by the sliiightly angsty beginning – you know me well enough by now that this obviously has a happy ending. All I feel I need to tell you about this fic is that there are Emotions with a capital ‘E’ and Derek, all wet from the rain. Read on my lovelies.
I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I did!
for the “friends or more?” sentence starters could you please do “You know this voucher only works for couples, right?” or “Why are you looking at me like that?” for STEREK? (tbh i’d love for you to do all of them <3) love your fics!! ^.^
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Stiles asks.
Derek thinks that Stiles must not know what he handed him.
There’s no way that Stiles could actually be suggesting this. Well, maybe, it is Stiles after all.
“You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”
“Oh,” Stiles says softly, “I didn’t.”
He takes it back from Derek.
“I really wanted that massage, but I can just give it to my dad and Melissa or something.”
And, well, there’s no good reason why they couldn’t go. Derek knows how stressed out Stiles has been with his classes; he probably really could use a relaxing spa day.
“We could still go,” Derek suggests.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “In case you somehow forgot, we aren’t a couple.”
“They don’t know that though.”
Stiles stares at him for a long moment. “You want to pretend to be together to use a voucher?” Stiles asks disbelievingly.
“You really wanted to go, right?”
Stiles doesn’t respond.
@interspecieslesbianism replied:
Also if you’re still looking for tropes (don’t worry if you’ve got like way too many or whatevs~) expounding on the fake dating thing but different, how about “will you please be my fake date to my sibling’s/cousin’s/coworker’s/ex’s wedding? I’ll pay you in alcohol and free cake.”
Done and done! Hope you like it! 😀 Thanks for the prompt!
* * *
”Remember how I saved your life all
those times?” is what Stiles says the minute Derek picks up the
phone, and he sighs wearily. This is gonna be awful, he can feel it.”It was like twice, but sure.”
”We’re gonna argue more about that
later, but for now, can you just remember that you totally owe me,
and do me a huge-ass favor?””You’re right, we will argue
about that later, because you owe me just as much, if not more,”
Derek grumbles, but if Stiles is bringing up the life-savings they
usually never talk about, then whatever he wants must be pretty
serious.”If you laugh, I will murder you.”
Or maybe not so serious.
pale-silver-comb replied to your post “Life fact: going to the gym when you’ve had shortness of breath all…”
AU where Stiles is you and Derek is the judgy gym dude.
EMMA AS IT WAS HAPPENING I WAS LIKE… I SHOULD STEREK THIS… SO here it is.
Stiles would be the first person to tell you that he isn’t in the best shape of his life. The best shape of his life was when he was 21 and played division 1 lacrosse at Berkley. Now he’s a 28 year old guy who stands at the front of a classroom most of the day and drinks a few beers on the weekends. He’s not in bad shape, it’s just not great.
Which is why he joined a gym when he moved back to Beacon Hills and started teaching full time. He may have joined Hale Fitness because he wanted to see if Derek Hale had grown up as well as everyone said, but mostly it was about keeping in shape, or at least that’s the lie he told himself.
“I wouldn’t go to the gym today Stiles,” Scott said. He had called Stiles at 3:35 because he knew that was when Stiles headed over to Hale Fitness for his daily run. “The forest fires are getting worse and the air quality is dropping.”
“Don’t worry about me buddy,” Stiles said, putting the Jeep in gear and pulling out of the high school, “I have great lungs, I’ll be fine.”
Cherry Pie
Derek Hale is a dreaded customer at Beacon Hills Bakery, but perhaps he’s not as terrifying as Stiles has been led to believe. 1616w
Stiles has heard horror stories about Derek Hale.
He supposedly comes to Beacon Hills Bakery four times a year for cakes for his parents’ anniversary and the birthdays of his mother, one of his sisters, and his niece. Cakes for other family events get divided between his two siblings and Stiles has already had the pleasure of meeting Laura Hale, a beautiful woman with an easy smile and sharp wit.
It makes the stories about Derek difficult to believe: that he’s made Christine cry — more than once — and he had Greenberg refusing to leave his house for a week. He’s also apparently the one to thank for Stiles getting his job in the first place because the previous employee up and quit after dealing with him the last time he’d made an order.
In his two months working at the bakery, Stiles has only ever seen him once, and that was as the kitchen door was swinging shut, but he’d only had to catch one glimpse of his eyebrows to know all the stories are true.
My birthday was today but no one remembered, everything sucks rn.
Oh, sweetheart. I am so sorry. Would it cheer you up if I wrote you a little birthday fic, from me to you? I know it might not help much but I think you are important and amazing and that you deserve all the birthday love in the world, okay? *snuggles you so tight*
I went through a list of otp prompts and found this : “Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that…” I hope it makes you smile.
It’s the same fight
they’ve had a thousand times before. Derek is refusing to be a normal
human being and Stiles, despite his very best efforts (see: bribery pie) is no
closer to his goal than he was nine and a half hours ago.“Listen, buddy, I
don’t know why you think you are above this but you’re not. It’s my dad’s retirement
party. He is, literally, retiring, and he will be gutted if his
favourite deputy isn’t there. Gutted, Derek. No, wait, more than
gutted. Devastated. Betrayed. He will feel betrayed, probably cry
himself to sleep, you great big unfeeling lummox of hard muscle!”Derek raises an
eyebrow, slowly putting down his book. There is a scowl adorning his stupidly
beautiful face and Stiles huffs, rolling his eyes, pretending he doesn’t find
it the least bit sexy. He’s spent the last ten years suppressing his crush on
Derek Hale and he’s not about to start slipping up now just because his bribery
pie got rejected. Stiles looks at it now, in the trash. Poor thing never even
stood a chance.“Great big unfeeling
lummox of hard…muscle?” Derek repeats, raising his other eyebrow. “Wow,
Stiles, as far as insults go, I have to say, that’s a keeper. Make sure to
write that one down.”Stiles throws his
hands in the air, flinging himself into the nearest chair. He sighs. “I will never
understand you.”“Good.”
Stiles narrows his
eyes, torn between wanting to punch Derek square in the jaw and comb his
fingers through his hair. It’s an unsettling combination and flexing his
fingers, Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and groans.“You know, you’re not
as unreadable as you think,” he says, after a moment, waiting.Derek picks his book
back up, flicking through it until he finds his page again. It’s not even
upside down, which just infuriates Stiles further.“You pretend to be
this unfeeling, scary guy,” he tries instead, “who cares about nothing and
finds everyone annoying but you’re lonely. I know you’re lonely, Derek.
I see it in the way you look at my dad when Melissa brings him his lunch every
Friday, or when Boyd holds Erica’s hand after every shitty rescue mission she
asks to be made part of because she can never help herself. I see things,
dude, so please, just stop –”The kiss, as they say
(whoever “they” ever is), comes out of nowhere.One moment, Stiles is
gesturing with his hands, getting ready for the big, grand finale of his speech
(which, yeah, he will admit, he might have been practising in his head for the
past two years) and the next, he has a lapful of Derek and a very warm mouth
pressed against his.Derek doesn’t kiss
like Stiles thought he would; where he expected spice, he gets sweet and where
he expected bite, he gets…he gets slow, cautious, scared. Derek is hesitant,
practically shaking, and a better guy might break off the kiss, push him away,
but all Stiles manages to do is wrap his arms around Derek and pull him closer.He’s wanted this for
so long and now he’s finally been invited to the party, he doesn’t know what to
do. It helps that Derek doesn’t seem to know what to do either, his hands
fumbling at Stiles’ shoulders, his tongue unsure, like he’s afraid he might get
rejected if he tries to explore. Stiles isn’t sure what’s making Derek so
nervous; they are both adults, after all. Sure, there is the little matter he
is still technically Derek’s boss’ son but isn’t that supposed to, like, maximize
the hotness?Trying to remember
how to breathe (because Stiles is still pretty sure oxygen is still necessary
for kissing, even if you are certain your partner was created by Venus herself)
he parts his lips, opening up, sliding one hand up and into Derek’s hair, letting
him know it’s okay.I want this.
Derek makes a sound,
like a small child or animal, that Stiles doesn’t know what to do with. All he
knows it goes straight to his heart (and possibly a little to his dick). He
can’t tell if Derek is terrified, has somehow managed to avoid kissing anyone ever
before now (which, woah, totally does nothing else to his dick) or he
just needs reassurance and pulling back, just a little, he tries to read his
face.There is a blush on
Derek’s cheeks Stiles has never seen before and he watches, several times, as
Derek tries to look down but at the last moment doesn’t quite manage it. Stiles
doesn’t know what that means either and leaning in again, presses a brief,
closed kiss to the corner of Derek’s mouth.“Was that good for
you?” he asks, because he’s apparently nervous too (and also quite possibly a
love sick idiot whose lame ass brain to mouth filter never lets slip anything
even remotely cool or sexy in his greatest times of need).Derek coughs,
fidgeting, but to Stiles relief, doesn’t stand up. “I’m…not exactly sure how
that happened.”“Do you…want it to
happen again?” Stiles asks, biting his lip, feeling bold.Derek nods, just
once, and reaching for his hands, Stiles brings them up, cupping them around his
face, lacing their fingers together. Derek smiles sweetly, relieved maybe, and
Stiles’ breath stutters. He’s had his fair share of relationships but never…“I hope you don’t
think I’m being manipulative or anything but…if you come to my dad’s party, I
promise to make out with you the whole night. I’ll even score us some of those
prawn cracker things you love so much, throw in a glass of milk because you’re
a dweeb who prefers milk to even coffee.”Derek snorts but it’s
undermined by flash of surprise that crosses his face, the red in his cheeks
darkening. “I…um…do like prawn crackers…and milk, I suppose.”“Please tell
me not as the same time though.”Derek barks a laugh.
“Sure.”“So….that’s a….yes?
You’ll go to the terrible party with all the terrible people rather than make
it up to my dad later?”Frowning, Derek looks
away, closing off again. “It’s not that I don’t want to go, I just….”“…don’t want to
go?” Stiles finishes, grinning. “Dude, I promise, I’ll hold your hand the whole
time. It’s just…my dad thinks a lot of you, know you? He wants you to take
over this place, someday. He doesn’t call just anyone ‘son’, you know.”
He pauses. “Not that I am implying my dad has been secretly trying to
match make us or anything. In fact, I’m pretty sure he thinks you’re too good
for me.”Another flash of
surprise appears on Derek’s face. “I’m not good enough for anybody.” He runs
his nose along Stiles’ jaw, breathing him in. “And you’re too good for
everybody.”Stiles laughs. “Now,
I know that’s a lie.”Derek shrugs. “Not a
lie to me. You don’t have to be good to be good.”Stiles’ breath
stutters again. No one has ever called him good before. It’s weird, like
someone is telling him two plus two equals five, but it’s not entirely
unwelcome. “You really don’t know how much you mean to us Stilinski’s, do
you?” he asks, shaking his head, fondly.Derek frowns, looks
away again, but Stiles follows him, tilting his head back. He looks scared and
Stiles can’t help it, he takes Derek’s hand, turns it, kisses the palm.
“Especially to me. Even if you have ruined at least half of my
potential relationships by arresting me on the first date.”“Who chooses breaking
and entering as a first date?”“I’m a bad boy, what
can I say.” Stiles waggles his eyebrows, rejoicing when it pulls a reluctant,
amused smile from Derek. He can count on one hand how many times he’s gotten
Derek to smile like that.“Is that why you
always chose my apartment to break into, then?”Stiles shrugs, purses
his lips. “I had to get your attention, somehow, didn’t I?” he whispers.
“Plus, I’m totally and utterly gone on you, what can I say.”Derek’s smile widens,
almost predatory, before he stutters, “I’m…ditto.”Swallowing, Stiles
leans in closer. “Hey, it’s still early. Wanna make out with me in one of the
holding cells? That’s always been a fantasy of mine.”The blush that comes
back in full force on Derek’s face is beautiful and Stiles can’t help
but nip at it, following it down Derek’s neck, wondering just how far it
goes…“Okay,” Derek says,
wheeling both of them back to his desk, grabbing his keys, “but just so you
know, if you ask me to handcuff you, I won’t be held responsible for my
actions.” He winks, albeit a little shyly, and Stiles throws his head back
laughing, perhaps a little hysterically because oh god, the sexy, cute
combination? Yeah, not fair, man.“Sir, yes, sir,” he
grins, kissing Derek again.
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