A dog at his feet; a stray that kept following him home until Derek finally caved and took her in. Stiles named her Princess Leia and to Derek’s never-ending frustration, taught her so she only answers to her full name. Having to yell “Princess Leia” in the park makes Derek want to punch Stiles most days but it’s kind of worth it to see the way Stiles drops to the ground every time in a fit of laughter.
Opening his phone to take black-mail photos of Stiles drooling but stopping short, getting a fond look on his face when he sees Stiles through the camera lens, because that’s his husband talking in his sleep about evil panda empires and Derek can’t help but feel anything but warm and soft. Leaning down, he plants a kiss on Stiles’ shoulder.
The neighbours getting an early start to their day. Derek can hear them argue about cat food as they walk to their car through the open window of their bedroom, grinning to himself because he knew the neighbours were cat people. Stiles owes him ten bucks and an hour of silence this morning while he finishes his book. He could finish it now, but there’d be no fun in that. Especially because challenging Stiles to be silent usually leads to Stiles kissing him softly and looking smug because “technically I didn’t make a sound Derek”.
Stiles rolling over in his sleep and wrapping a possessive arm around Derek’s legs and mumbling happily, making Derek’s stomach flutter even though it’s been nearly ten years since they met. Five since Stiles told him he loved him. Three since Derek asked him to move in. One since they said “I do”.
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.
I have Derek feels, lots of them, so I’m keeping the soft est rel with Derek feels going. For @sterekdrabbles‘ words from Aug 22, brag, handy, dinner. I’m not sure what dinner John was bragging about Derek during, but I’m guessing it was with other people, maybe relatives or something?
“He’s proud of you.” Stiles voice was soft, his heart steady, and Derek swallowed around the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “You’re good, handy, smart, strong.” Stiles smiled. “I agree with him, you know. You’re a good man.”
Derek cleared his throat. “I-, uhm.” He didn’t know he’d ever get used to the Stilinski men’s open and appreciating love that they so easily showed him. “Thanks.”
“One day,” Stiles said and cupped Derek’s jaws, “One day you’ll see it too, and I can’t wait.”
After presenting what he felt was a solid plan for facing the latest string of hunters in town, Derek is reminded that he still isn’t fully trusted within Scott’s pack. Stiles thinks that’s a load of crap. He believes Derek has more than proved himself as a crucial member of their group and he intends to make sure Derek knows it.
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