lavenderek:

listen it would 1000% be because of one of stiles’ exes. specifically, the shitty one.

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mermaid-reyes:

mermaid-reyes:

So I saw this text post and felt the sudden urge to turn it into Sterek fic. And poof! This appeared on my laptop. Bonus cookies for anyone who gets the reference. 

Derek sighed, resolutely avoiding the rearview mirror while Erica and Boyd bid each other a very physical goodbye. He ran out of patience once Erica started moaning.

‘Alright, enough already, Jesus! He’s going to work, not to war!’

Isaac sniggered from beside him in the passenger seat. Erica huffed, but the wet smacking sounds stopped and Derek heard the click of Boyd’s seatbelt unlatching.

‘He’s working until close,’ Erica pouted, crossing her arms over her chest and slumping petulantly in her seat.

‘God forbid you’re going to have to keep your hands out of each other’s pants for six whole hours, what a tragedy,’ Derek replied as Boyd climbed out and closed his door. He patted the roof twice in a non-verbal farewell and Derek gunned the engine.

He drove to Erica’s house first, zoning out completely and only tuning back in when she started complaining about the upcoming French test and Isaac started conjugating perfect verbs, just to be a dick. Honestly, Derek felt like he was babysitting half the time he was with his friends.

Next stop was Isaac’s place, and with Derek’s reminder to write that history essay and Isaac’s rejoinder to remove that stick from where the sun don’t shine, Isaac was loping up the driveway to his front porch, chucking a salute over his shoulder once he’d gotten the front door open.

Derek took a minute to try and rub away the headache building behind his eye sockets and then turned his car around, heading for the preserve. He was so glad tomorrow was Friday.

It was the tail end of October, the days growing shorter and colder with every passing week, and by the time Derek turned onto his driveway dusk had well and truly fallen. The trees loomed, gnarled and twisted in the long shadows of nightfall.

Derek’s eyebrows drew down as drove closer to home, confused by the lights that shone through the undergrowth. For all that the house looked warm and inviting, an apprehensive tingle started at the bottom of Derek’s stomach. He was always the first one home on Thursdays.

The baby blue Jeep parked next to the garage only confused things further.

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