In just a few hours it’s going to be time for everyone to start posting their contributions and celebrating Laura in all that she is (and should’ve been). I am waiting with baited breath to see what everyone has come up with!
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“Stiles would like as a christmas present this year: Pillows, blankets, and a bed. He already has all those things, but he would like to utilize them.” (x)
i would die a fiery death for a sterek AU where derek is the grumpiest ‘sandwich artist’ in all of subway, and stiles thinks it’s hilarious to order a footlong sub and be the little shit he is and wink and flirt and just generally make derek a flustered mess.
“Heads up, Hale,” Boyd says while Derek is bent over restocking the Italian Herb ‘n’ Cheese. “It’s your favorite customer.”
“I don’t have a favorite customer,” Derek protests without looking up. “I dislike all of our customers equally.”
“That really hurts, Derek,” says Stiles, and Derek sighs heavily and straightens up. “Oh, no, you don’t have to stand up on my account. By all means, finish what you were doing.”
“Stiles,” Derek warns.
“Bent over is a really good look for you,” Stiles continues, winking, and somewhere over by the register Boyd chokes on a laugh. “Are those jeans regulation Subway attire? Jared-approved?”
“Grilled chicken?” Derek asks, sneaking a glance at Stiles from under his green viser. It’s a hot day, and he’s wearing a worn, soft-looking Green Lantern t-shirt. It’s hitched up a bit on one side, from the way he’s carrying his backpack over one shoulder, and Derek can see the smooth curve of his hip.
He’s got a tiny line of freckles on that side, too. Derek’s counted three, but he thinks there might be more, higher up.
“Meatball, today,” Stiles says, leaning forward and grinning at Derek over the sneeze guard. “How do you feel about balls, Derek?”
“Oh lord,” Boyd says, stomping over. “Stiles, I will give you free cookies for life if you ask him out right now and never force me to listen to you make sandwich-related double entendres ever again. This job is already hellish enough, damn.”
Derek flushes and fumbles the meatball ladle. “Boyd. Shut up.”
“Hale, come on, you can’t tell me you don’t want to—”
“I’d love to go out with you. Wanna go to Quiznos? Ha, I’m kidding. Except not really, I actually really love Quiznos. I’m so sorry.”
“Then why…” Derek pulls off the visor and tries to get his hair to do something vaguely sexy, feeling nervous under Stiles’ warm, intent gaze. “But you come in here every other day.”
“Yup.”
“There’s a Quiznos right across the street,” Derek tells him.
“Hale I swear to god,” Boyd mutters, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling.
“Wanna meet me there on your dinner break?” Stiles asks, bouncing excitedly. “On a date. A romantic date. I don’t know how to be clearer about this. I’ve actually never been accused of being subtle before.”
“Derek’s just an idiot,” Boyd explains, while Derek keeps his cool by focusing all his attention on laying the cheese triangles in a perfect tessellated layer over the meatballs. “When good things happen to him, he assumes they’re a lie.”
“I’m a good thing?” Stiles smiles at his shoes, and his face is all soft and pleased and going blotchy as he blushes, and Derek’s chest aches.
“I’m off in three hours,” Derek says, sliding the sandwich into the toaster and trying not to do anything embarrassing, like a victory dance.
Stiles, of course, has no such compunctions, and shimmies in a happy little circle right there in front of the counter. “Awesome. See you then, bright-eyes. Oh, and ring me up for two bags of chips, all right? I’m carbo-loading so I can keep my energy up tonight.”
“Why, what are you doing tonight?” Derek asks, and in the back room he can hear Boyd banging his head repeatedly against the freezer door.
And all of the steps that led me to you And all of the hell I had to walk through But I wouldn’t trade a day for the chance to say My love, I’m in love with you
Alright so I saw this pink Jeep the other day (really meaning like February at this point) and I just couldn’t resist thinking about Stiles being in it, even though it’s the wrong color so being me, I had to come up with an answer.
The Jeep gave out one final time after a golum attacked Beacon Hills during winter break of their senior year. As BH catastrophes go it wasn’t terrible, especially after the Dread Doctors, and Lydia eventually won the things loyalty with her knowledge of Hebrew. Apparently she started Latin after realizing Hebrew was too easy. Anyway, the town was saved and no sentient beings were killed, but poor Roscoe just couldn’t survive her pipes being filled with magical clay.
Stiles somehow managed to get through he beginning of Spring semester without her (biking is good for heart health, right?) and no more supernatural beings came stomping in to town that demanded he have transportation. While nothing came stomping, that doesn’t mean nothing supernatural came at all, however, and that something was Derek.
He showed up at the high school parking lot one day in his ridiculous SUV and when Stiles got out of class and headed to unlock his bike he caught sight of the werewolf and simply stopped and stared. Derek smiled timidly and lifted a hand in greeting but Stiles couldn’t get his brain to work and merely continued to gawk until Lydia brushed past him and uncharacteristically crashed into Derek in as big a bear hug as her tiny body could manage.
Her abrupt arrival shook Stiles from his stupor and he walked forward until he was standing directly in front of Derek. Lydia had moved on to much more awkwardly greet Cora who had gotten out of the passenger seat when she saw the banshee. Stiles would have teased them about the UST if he weren’t currently experiencing some tension of another kind.
“Where’ve you been?” He tried keeping his voice neutral, but it cracked a bit and Derek frowned, clearly smelling the anxiety laced with resentment.
“Go easy, Stiles.” Cora spoke up when her brother clearly wasn’t going to do so. “He came down to Argentina to find me, but got captured by some mountain trolls. It took me a while to hear about it and even longer to convince them he wasn’t their cute, furry pet. We got out of there as soon as we could.”
“So you’re back?” Stiles vaguely heard Lydia ask Cora, as he looked Derek up and down for signs of injury he logically knew wouldn’t be there.
guys this has been an amazing challenge, and I loved every bit of it! will definitely do it next year too!
Working with @alex925 was so nice! ❤ such a wonderful person! anyway!! please go read her story and give her all the kudos! ❤
A Flash of Purple Summary
When Derek suddenly becomes an Alpha with a pack his whole life is turned upside down. In need of an emissary to have his pack settled in the eyes of the community Derek starts his search. Only to find out most or more interested in his last name then him or his pack. Luckily, Laura has just the answer. The West Coast Supernatural Gathering.
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