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.”
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