“Alcohol may have lowered my inhibitions, but it didn’t create something that wasn’t already there. I’ve loved you all my life, Derek.”
After a night of tipsy sex, Stiles has to convince Derek that the previous night hadn’t been a drunken hookup.
Human AU where Stiles visits his childhood frien at college to celebrate Derek’s 21st birthday. Derek gives into Stiles’ begging and takes him out to a bar. He even buys his younger friend a couple beers, because he always has been unable to resist Stiles’ pout—the boy’s lips are practically made for pouting, after all.
He’s been in love with Stiles for years, but with the 3-year age difference, Derek always worried he’d be taking advantage of him if he made a move. It’s a good thing Stiles made the first move, but Derek just needs to know if Stiles feels the same. He needs to know he didn’t just fuck up his relationship with his best friend for a night of the best sex he’s ever had. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if it wasn’t real.
(Middle picture is a manip used with permission and made by @sterekfanforever Sorry if the picture quality isn’t perfect. This was made on my phone.)
Feel free to use this as a prompt as long as you give me credit.
The next time Derek comes back to Beacon Hills it’s because Cora is missing. He can’t process where he’s heading until he finds himself on the Stilinski’s poarch, his hand lifted ready to knock at the door…
He swallows, opens his mouth to say anything. I’m sorry. I missed you.
Where is she.
He chokes and his knees, pathetic, crumbling, drop to the floor.
A hand on his shoulder. Tentative.
Tingling.
“Derek.”
He looks up, for a spilt second.
A sob ripples through his body and is dragged from his lips.
“I can’t- I-” His vision blurs. Hands shake. He’s scared. He’s so fucking scared.
He doesn’t think, can’t. His clutches on to the fabric of Stiles’ waist and lets his head fall on his shoulder. Like he has any right.
He needs it. Needs him.
Fumbling fingers run through his hair and he almost cries out with relief, with desperation.
“It’s okay,” Stiles whispers.
It’s not. Stiles knows that.
He shudders and he can’t breathe.
Every exhale is a sob. Every inhale a whimper.
“I can’t find another body.” His voice, hoarse, trembling.
Broken.
Stiles grips him tight and runs his hands up and down his back.
He doesn’t deserve this.
Doesn’t deserve Stiles.
“I’m sor-”
“Don’t.”
It’s all he can do to obey him. To stay in his arms. Shaking, tearing apart. Vulnerable.
“We will find her.” Stiles whispers with firm tug on his hair.
Derek just slumps.
#IM REALLY SORRY #YOU GAVE ME SO MUCH FEELS #AND I RUINED YOUR ART
What? Your p-.. fingers must have slipped on the keyboard. You wanted to write “I made your art more heart-wrecking aka improved it”, didn’t you? B/c you totally did *-*;
So I just went with my buddy while he got a rib tattoo, and they hurt like a lot, so he’s over there grimacing and being a huge manbaby so I just reach over and grab his hand so he can squeeze it because I’m a good person who helps others
And he’s clinging to my hand like it’s a life preserver and I’m being me and talking about nonsense like Grimace from the McDonalds commercials and how R2D2 is always ready to throw hands, and whatever, and the artist keeps glancing over at me and I’m like do your tattoo bro I’ve got my buddy handled
But then I realize he’s like, looking over because he can’t tell if he’s seeing something or not, and I glance down and I see my rainbow scalemail bracelet, and how I’m talking to my buddy all fondly and I’m like stroking his arm like he’s a wounded animal, and right as it clicks in my head the tattoo artist asks in his most nonchalant voice possible, like intentionally bland, I’m just talking about the weather haha what do you mean voice:
“So, are you guys close?”
And my gay ass is over to the side internally screaming because yeah, I am gay, but like this is just me being a good bro and my buddy is COMPLETELY OBLVIOUS TO WHAT IS HAPPENING BECAUSE HE’S A GARBAGE STRAIGHT PERSON AND HE SAYS
“Yeah of course, that’s why I asked him to come”
SO NOW THE TATTOO ARTIST THINKS HE’S RIGHT AND HE HAS A GAY COUPLE GETTING A TATTOO AND MY BUDDY HAS NO IDEA AND I’M AWKWARDLY SITTING HERE LIKE SHOULD I STOP HOLDING HIS HAND??? SHOULD I CORRECT THIS TATTOO ARTIST??? SHOULD I LET MY BUDDY KNOW??? MY GAY ASS DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE BEING INCORRECTLY ACCUSED OF BEING GAY, WHAT DO YOU DO
So that tattoo artist is like “Cool man, that’s great. Good for you.”
So then my buddy is like can I get some water, and the guy comes back with one bottle of water and my buddy takes a drink and then hands it to me, and I’m like obviously he has to lay down and needs me to hold his water so I just hold it in my hand, but turns out he was offering me water, so he turns to me and is like Colton, drink some water, and I take a drink and my garbage lizard brain is like “You’re drink sharing in front of the tattoo artist, now he KNOWS he’s right”
So we’re talking about tattoos with the artist and I mention that I’m getting a tattoo in September and my buddy is like “Yeah I’m gonna go and hold HIS hand for that one haha” and the tattoo artist FUCKING SAYS “I mean, I should hope so”
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
I MEAN, I SHOULD HOPE SO
AND NO ONE ACTUALLY BROUGHT IT UP. I KNEW WHAT THE TATTOO ARTIST WAS THINKING BUT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO CORRECT HIM. NOW WHEN MY BUDDY GOES BACK AND GETS HIS NEXT TATTOO IN THE FUTURE AND I’M NOT THERE HE’S GOING TO GO “OH WHERE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND”
You know what I want? I want a fic where Derek and Stiles actively try to out-woo each other. There has always been this thing between them and to the great rejoicing of all who know them, they decide to pull their heads out of their asses and actually be together. And somewhere in the first make out session, Stiles mumbles, “I”m going to woo the fuck out of you Derek Hale. I’m going to woo you better than anyone”.
Derek, obviously, preens a bit under that declaration but given that he is a competitive fucker who likes showing off for Stiles only slightly less than he likes breathing pretty much responds that nope, HE is going to woo STILES better than anyone has ever been wooed.
It becomes A Thing. Mostly because they are clearly having so much fun doing it and they each believe the other deserves All Of The Good Things. They are SUPER competitive about it though because being in love didn’t make them any LESS ridiculous when it comes to each other.
It starts with normal things like flowers and dinners but before you know it escalates. Stiles gives Derek the second edition of Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning because that is the one that contains Sonnets From the Portuguese and Stiles does his research and knows that. Derek retaliates by somehow arranging a phone call from Mark Hamill. It only gets worse from there.
Occasionally, someone, usually the Sheriff but sometimes Scott or Lydia, will point out that they are both very obviously wooed and could they maybe tone it down now? They don’t though. They never do. The proposals are still talked about around town.
The grandkids actually hesitate to bring new people by sometimes because new people don’t know better and will mention how lovely the house is (Derek built it with his own two hands) or how amazing the garden is (Stiles has filled it with Derek’s favorite flowers and tends it still) and it starts off another round. Honestly, Grandad and Papa are ridiculous. They hope they are as lucky one day.
Stiles doesn’t mean to stare at his new roommate. It’s weird. But sometimes that’s all he can do when the hottest person he’s ever met Derek walks around in his boxers, getting lazily ready for the day ahead. He knows there are ‘roommate rules’ he’s supposed to follow: Pay bills on time. Wash your own dishes. Don’t fall in love. Sure, the last rule is a personal one Stiles made to himself the moment he saw Derek, but the point stands – it would just end in heartbreak. It’s not an easy rule to follow though. In fact, Stiles is pretty sure he’s already broken it…
“Great job, you bunch of morons! Got yourself into a hostage
situation, almost got half of the team killed, and now we have to babysit a
pack of FBI agents because you are so damn incompetent! And no, Hale, you do
not get to opt out of this bullshit because a fed stole your beanie! In fact, I’mma
pair you up with him, what was his name, Bilinski? Yes, the doe-eyed one. How
old is he anyway, do they hire kids right out of kindergarten now? God, I don’t
have enough booze to cover this shit. Could be better off coaching teenagers in
a high school. Now, get out of my office!”
What a way to start a Monday.
**
“I didn’t know a beanie and a hoodie are new FBI style,”
Derek all but seethes.
“Says a detective wearing his own initial on his belt.”
Derek follows Stilinski’s gaze to his crotch and blushes, “That’s
not … that’s not for “Hale”, it’s for “Hermes”.
“Oh, an officer who knows couture? I’m impressed!“ And then
the bastard winks.
Derek mentally punches a wall.
**
In theory, having a team of FBI agents helping you with a
case can be a good thing, because, well, they have more resources, and a much
larger database, and cooler toys. On practice though, it is a giant pain in the
ass, mainly because Derek hates his new partner.
Well, no, Derek doesn’t hate him, it’s Derek’s balls that
hate him. The brat (what kind of a name is Stiles Stilinski anyway?) is not
just cute and smart and knows how to make killer lattes, he is also obnoxious
and flirts with Derek all the time, and has an obscene mouth and fingers Derek
can’t even look at, because those long dexterous fingers do things to Derek, and at this point Derek’s balls are not just
blue, they are pitch black and about to fall off.
Derek might have ripped several bedsheets with his erection
and may or may not have considered billing Stilinski for them.
He decides against it, and instead chooses to channel his
frustration into anger and into being a dick.
That doesn’t help.
In fact, it just makes things worse. The more frustrated and
angry Derek gets, the flirtier Stiles becomes. It’s ridiculous, like trying to
put out a fire by throwing gasoline at it.
Finally, frustration boils over and Derek all but slams the
younger man into a wall while no one’s looking. He gets into Stiles’s face,
pointing an accusational finger at him like a gun, and tells him all he thinks
about flowers, handcuff hearts, chocolates, winks, air kisses and all other
crap Stilinski has been pulling on him since day one. He has enough, he doesn’t
like it, he doesn’t want it, and …
Derek is surprised to see how hurt Stiles looks. He expects anything from a sucker punch to a
fist to his face, but Stiles just whispers liar
and leaves.
Derek would’ve preferred a sucker punch.
**
I’m such an idiot!
Derek cusses himself while camaro slithers through empty
streets. What a shitty detective is he if he can’t recognize a genuine crush
over a prank? Worse even, Stiles is right- he is a liar. He should be sucking
Stiles off right now instead of going back to an empty loft.
His self-loathing is cut short by a truck ramming into his
side.
**
Derek loses track of time after about a week. After all, it
is hard to tell day from night when you are lying semi-conscious in a
windowless basement.
Well, if it is how Derek goes out, so be it, he can’t cheat
death forever. He wishes he could cheat it long enough to tell Stiles he likes
him though. May be even loves him. But, with Hale luck ™ , he likely won’t even
have a chance to say good bye.
He hears his captors chatting near the cell, clanking tools. Oh, another round of torture, how
terrific.
And then something
goes wrong, there are screams and shouting and gunfire and the cell door busts
open and it’s actually Stiles, his Stiles,
hair disheveled, with stubble and dark circles under his eyes, and he looks livid. Derek tries to scream, to warn Stiles one of
the terrorists is launching at him from behind but Stiles just grabs the man and
breaks his neck without even looking because his eyes never leave Derek’s face.
Derek would probably coming all over himself now if not for
the extensive blood loss.
**
Stiles drags him out through fire and dead bodies and drops
him into an ambulance before Derek gets a chance to say thank you.
**
When Derek comes back, things are different. Stiles is still
friendly and cooperative but now he is, for a lack of a better word, professional. No winks, no kissy faces,
no more trying to sit on Derek’s lap – only business. Basically, this is
everything Derek had asked for.
And Derek wants to scream.
When Captain Finstock calls him to his office and tells him,
“I don’t know what the hell you did, Hale, but you better fix it soon, because
your lovers spat is freaking me out”, Derek
realizes how royally he screwed up.
**
It takes a mind of a genius and a healthy dose of gay juju
to properly apologize to Stiles, and Derek now owes a case of champagne to Dr.
Martin and a new Prada wallet to Danny from cyber crime, but sleepy warm Stiles
is cuddling him in his bed, so all of that was totally worth it.
Stiles nuzzles Derek’s neck and mumbles, “I can hear you
thinking.”
How the scenes should’ve went in season 4. Like this is perfect. Totally fits the vision for sleepy Sterek. It’s so cute. Credit to who ever did both. They’re truly amazing and look so damn real. It’s exactly how I’d imagine them being in bed together. Nothing like cuddles with the werewolf boyfriend. Or this totally could’ve fit the scene when Stiles has trouble getting in the right position in bed and Derek decides to cuddle him. I’m like this, just cross out all the Stalia and Draeden scenes and replace them with Sterek. Like if you envision that…it’s awesome as hell. Someone should totally rewrite these scenes. If they haven’t already. If there are scenes like this feel free to share! 😍😍😍
There are three reasons to choose War of the Worlds for his final term paper: 1) Orson Welles is awesome!! And, Laura already wrote about it in college so he can sneak a peak at her bibliography; 2) Stiles may have picked War of the Worlds as well; and 3) He and Stiles can watch the movie after and compare the differences between visual and auditory experiences, make fun of Tom Cruise a little, maybe. He’ll just have to convince Kate to give his idea back, crap.
Everything starts when the local illegal street racer, Derek Hale, races some college kid. Turns out the kid – Stiles – is a natural talent and Derek reluctantly helps him learn all there is to racing. He also reluctantly discovers that he wants Stiles’ dick. He can’t say he’s reluctant when he finally gets it.
Later it could be blamed on the adrenaline, on the spur of the moment or the victory rush that overwhelms a racer after each won race.
Stiles jumps out of the car and Derek is right there, opening his arms in an invitation and Stiles takes it.
Their mouths meet in a crushing kiss and it’s completely uncoordinated, because they’re both still smiling and panting.
When they finally break the kiss, Stiles looks just as surprised as Derek is, but Derek realizes that he simply doesn’t care. It feels right, so he doesn’t let Stiles pull back, pulling him closer instead and kissing him again.
(full fanfic for this gifset is still a WIP and will be posted on my blog later)
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