So the pack comes home for the holidays after their first semester of college and Derek’s all content having everyone back in one place.
Of course during all of their gatherings they take a bunch of pictures and Scott puts them all together in photo albums for everyone and passes them out at Christmas which is sweet and thoughtful until Derek gets his and starts flipping through it.
He realizes in every group shot they managed to wrangle him into taking he’s looking at Stiles. Actually he’s not just looking at Stiles he’s got full-on heart eyes directed at him.
Derek’s sweating because if he‘s noticed then Stiles has noticed too and sure enough Derek can’t even get to the last page of the photo album before he feels someone slide into the space next to him.
It’s Stiles and he’s grinning quite smugly as he asks, “Is there something you’d like to say to me?” and Derek shakes his head and replies, “I think a picture’s worth a thousand words.” and Stiles can’t believe he’s in love with such a cheesy dork.
Tag: otp
Instalment number two of my Sterek Snapchat AU.
GUESS WHO’S HIS FATHER?
NEWS FLASH: IT’S DEREK.
*All gifs go to their rightfully awesome owners :]*
It’s gonna be a drabble then, because that’s ALL I CAN SQUEEZE IN RIGHT NOW!
Mwhahahaha I always get my way!!! Thank you!! You know I wuv you!
HERE, NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM!
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“Wow,” Stiles says for the third
time. “Wow.” Fourth.Derek shifts, uneasy, arms crossing
unconsciously over his chest as the sheer blue panties drag
unfamiliar sensations across his junk.“Look, if you don’t like it just tell
me now, and I’ll go change.”“NO!” Stiles cries out, as if
someone is about to run over a puppy. “No, shit, oh my god,
don’t change, never change, oh wow, I’m just, and you’re
just… wow!”“I kinda got that part,” Derek
snarks, arms slowly uncrossing as the tension and doubt leaves his
muscles. “So. You like ‘em?”“Dude,” Stiles breathes, and Derek
can’t help but cringe. He really hates that word, and Stiles knows
it.“No, wait, ignore that. Honey! Sugar
pie! Der-bear!”“Stiles!”
“Yes, exactly! Me, Stiles, you,
Hottie McStudMuffin!”Derek rolls his eyes, but there’s no
doubt now. Stiles is positively reeking with lust, and as soon as
Derek moves to do a slow turn, Stiles looks like his knees might give
out.“Jeeeesus, Mary and Joseph,” he
whispers as he sees the tease of the heart-shaped cut-out in the
back, and Derek makes sure to flex his ass just to hear the wounded
noise Stiles makes.“So. I’ll ask you again. Do. You.
Like. Them.” He looks over his shoulder, and Stiles catches his
eye, slack-jawed and flushed.“Yes. Yes, Derek, my love, you nailed
it, and you are the best ever, oh my god.”As a reward for being coherent, Derek
eases both thumbs under the wavy waistband and inches them down just
a little bit.“Well?”
“Uhhh, well what?” Stiles asks
stupidly, his eyes literally moving with Derek’s fingers.“Well. It’s your birthday. Aren’t you gonna come over
here and open your present?”Stiles falls flat on his face at the
first, frantic step. Derek tries to help him up, but ends up joining
him instead, and they’re still there, much later, with dust bunnies
in their hair and dopey smiles on their faces.“Blue is really, really pretty,”
Stiles sighs. “Like my Jeep.”Derek chuckles. “I know.”
“But… you’re way prettier. Just so
you know.”Derek kisses him for that.
End.
meet me halfway
i see that you’ve come so far [just like them old stars]
i tried to write something happy and fun for sterek week’s sunday funday and instead i wrote this
*throws hands up and stomps away to go write about puppies*
(AO3)-familial love-
Cora has
become very good at noticing things. She had to if she wanted to survive,
because not noticing something is
what could get you killed in a life like hers, not noticing something is what
could get you captured by a band of maniac Alphas on a bender.So yeah,
she’s become good at noticing things, being aware of her surroundings and all
that hypervigilance crap.One of the
first things she notices, after the Alphas have been defeated and they all feel
like they can breathe again, is how her brother avoids touch.Even from
his own pack, he avoids touch like it’s the plague or maybe like he’s four
again and everyone around him has cooties.Cora grabs
his shoulder once and he flinches away, nauseating guilt and self-loathing
spiking his scent in such a way that she has to twist her nose and open a
window or two so she doesn’t suffocate on it.But her big
brother’s unwillingness to touch anyone, like he thinks he doesn’t deserve it
isn’t the only thing she notices. She also notices how Stiles doesn’t touch him.Everyone
reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something
different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.He’ll be
trying to shimmy past Derek and instead of putting a hand on his arm like most
of them do, he’ll reach out with a hand and stop it scant centimeters away from
Derek’s skin.Or they’ll
be walking alongside each other and Stiles will hover a hand on Derek’s lower
back.It’s both fascinating
and tragic to watch, like NASA lost control of one of their robots and instead
of it landing on the moon it’s fated to gravitate around it.Cora’s been
trying to understand what’s going on between them, why Stiles does what he does
and she’s been coming up empty.«»
Stiles
makes an oofing sound when she slams him against the door.“If I had
any doubts you were a Hale, they are gone now,” he mutters, rubbing the back of
his head with a wince.“What’s up
with you and my brother,” she demands and watches Stiles’ face intently,
listens to his heartbeat and how it trips over itself a little when she
mentions Derek.“I’m- I
don’t know what you’re-““The
touching but not touching thing. What is
that?”
For @littlerosetrove. Just because.
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Derek exits the car with purpose, eyes trained on the house as he swings one leg out, then the other. He stands, shutting the door firmly, but not slamming it. The motion is precise. Effective.
His stride as he walks toward the door is long enough to eat up the distance, but he’s not in a rush. His shoulders are squared, his back straight, his unblinking gaze is fixed on the door. If he’s nervous at all, not so much as the flutter of an eyelash gives it away.
His jaw is set, but his hands are loose, relaxed. He’s not afraid or stressed. He’s simply determined.
He’s a man on a mission.
As his booted foot hits the bottom porch step, the house door is flung open. Stiles steps out to greet him, wide, mobile mouth curving around a shocked – happy – exclamation of Derek’s name.
Derek doesn’t even pause, just continues forward until he’s close enough to curve one hand around the back of Stiles’ head, the other coming up to cup his jaw. He draws Stiles forward easily as he tilts his own head in a manner that suggests long practice.
It’s the first time he’s ever touched Stiles like this outside of fantasy.
A word, a sentence, an entire paragraph of speech is lost between them as Derek slides his mouth once across Stiles’, testing, teasing. And then he presses closer, his shoulders lifting and hips canting forward as he gives himself completely over to this kiss.
His mouth opens, sucking at Stiles’ bottom lip even as cracked noise breaks free of Stiles’ mouth. It’s confused, speaks of loss and pain and redemption. It’s their entire history in one lonely, choked sound, and Derek just absorbs it into himself, feeding a sound of hope and home and always back to Stiles.
Stiles grabs at Derek’s waist, his hip, drags him closer in a move so needy it makes Derek rumble low in his throat, a soothing growl that vibrates their chests where they’re pressed together.
Derek licks into Stiles mouth, rumbling again when Stiles catches his tongue, sucks lightly on it.
They stay like that for long minutes, pressed so close, wrapped up in each other to the exclusion of everything else. They don’t notice – or don’t care about – the people crowding into the hallway with wide eyes and hidden grins. Or the cars passing just a touch slower than normal on the street behind Derek.
Derek can feel the slight burn of late-day stubble against his lips as he tilts his head again, deepening the kiss further. It sends a thrill through him, makes him tug just a bit more on the hair his fingers are clenched in. He can feel Stiles trembling against him, way down deep, like he’s overexerting muscles long gone dormant.
Breaking the kiss, he tilts his head forward, presses his brow to Stiles’, eyes slitting open to see Stiles blinking in dazed confusion. He can’t help it, has to buss his lips over the corner of Stiles’ mouth once more for that.
It’s adorable; sue him.
Stiles is still making little hitching, whining noises, his fingers curled so tight in the side of Derek’s shirt it’s pulling tight across his neck. But Derek doesn’t care, just murmurs soothingly back at him, slides his thumb slowly back and forth just under Stiles’ jaw.
“Stay,” Stiles finally says, moving just enough to bury his face in Derek’s neck, long arms wrapped tight around him like he’ll never let go again.
Derek smiles, nosing at the hair just behind Stiles’ ear. His arm is caught at a weird angle, elbow probably a little sharp as it digs into Stiles’ chest, but he doesn’t move it, just keeps that hand curled up under Stiles’ jaw. The other shifts enough to pull Stiles more securely against him.
Over Stiles’ shoulder, he makes eye contact with Scott, the sheriff. Even Melissa and Lydia. He sees the relief in their gazes, the misty happiness that’s chasing the shadows away for now.
“As long as you’ll have me,” he finally answers, low and filled with promise.
There will be time for longer conversations, for the questions and answers and tight-jawed accusations and blank-eyed recounting of events past.
But for now there’s this – the unfinished business that had driven Derek halfway across the country.
The first kiss that was years in the making.
They are STARING at eachothers LIPS.
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