aussiebee:

iamthefeelsanon:

I need a fic where Stiles constantly says “that is the second best decision I have ever made” or “second best day of my life” etc. so that people will ask about the first best thing and he can point to Derek. 

Derek blushes to his ears every single time. 

The Pack is over it. 

Stiles does not care. Derek blushing will always be the first best thing. 

It starts a couple of months into their relationship.

“Huh. That’s actually not a bad choice,” Dad says about the pale grey paint Stiles used to redo the living room.

“Thanks,” Stiles grins, watching as Derek moves the couch back into its spot. “Second best choice I made this week.”

“What’s the first?” Dad asks.

Stiles’ grin widens as he points a sure finger at Derek. “That guy.” 

Dad just groans and Derek tries to hide how pleased he is with an over-exaggerated eyeroll.

*

Derek comes to pick him up after work at the coffee shop and walks in on the back end of a conversation Stiles is having with his boss.

“Keep it up and you can have a permanent spot making the cakes and stuff,” Marnie tells Stiles as Derek walks through the door. “That lemon meringue pie was divine.”

“Second sweetest thing I love,” Stiles agrees.

“What’s the first?” Marnie asks.

“Have you met my boyfriend, Derek?” Stiles asks, beaming as Derek just sighs and slides a hand over his face.

*

“Dude, you did not buy me a lab coat with Dr. Hot McCall on it,” Scott shouts triumphantly when he opens his christmas present.

“Sure did, bro– had to get you something as awesome as the scale-model of the jeep you got me for my birthday. Second best gift ever.”

“Second best?” Scott asks, confused.

“What can I say?” Stiles says, throwing himself into Derek arms where he sits on the other end of the couch. “Santa really filled my stocking this year with this one, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh god,” Derek sighs, even as his ears turn pink and he shifts his body to make room for Stiles.

*

They’re in a bookstore.

“Hey, Der– this book here is just blank pages.”

“What?” Derek asks, coming over to see what the hell Stiles is talking about now.

“Oh, no, wait… on the last page it just says ‘Derek’.”

Derek growls and uses his body to press Stiles against a bookshelf and kiss him hard.

The orange book falls to the floor, ‘The Best Decision I Ever Made’ printed across the cover.

*

“Oh wow,” Erica sighs blissfully, passing the spoon to Stiles. “That is seriously the best icecream in creation.”

Eyeing the tub disbelievingly, Stiles digs the spoon in and tries it for himself. His eyes widen as flavour bursts across his tongue and he makes sure he gets every bit of icecream off the spoon before he slides it back out of his mouth.

“It’s amazing,” he agrees. Then, after a beat, “Still, though, only the second best thing I’ve had in my mo-”

Derek appears from thin air, apparently, to slap his hand over Stiles’ mouth. “Finish that sentence and you’ll never have it again,” he hisses, his ears turning pink.

Erica cackles long and loud as Stiles licks Derek’s palm and smirks unrepentantly with his eyes.

*

It’s a part of Stiles’ vows.

“This is the second happiest day of my life,” he says at the altar, before their friends and family, grinning at the collective groan that arises.

“What was the first?” Erica calls, ever the enabler.

“My mind immediately goes to the first time we ever–”

“The day we met!” Derek exclaims desperately, easily able to guess where Stiles could have been going with that one. His entire face is aflame, but he can’t stop his mouth when Stiles turns those gorgeous eyes back to him, lips parted slightly in surprise. “The day we met; that was the best day of my life. Because that day led me here, and it’s leading us to forever, and loving you is the best decision I ever made.”

Stiles doesn’t wait for Deaton to finish the ceremony before he’s kissing Derek senseless. Deaton just finishes what he’s required to say, Boyd and Scott put the rings on Derek and Stiles’ fingers, and they all live happily ever after.