The night before graduation, A doesn’t reply in the group chat with their friends and S/O. The next day, the group finds A, who looks pale and shaky but still smiling, and then the group spots the hospital bracelet around A’s wrist.
Fandom: Teen Wolf/Sterek
Setting: Modern AU (no wolf shenanigans, lol)
Note: I’ve never written for Teen Wolf ever, so excuse this if it’s trash, lol
Derek rolls his eyes when his phone chimes off six times in a row, all messages from Stiles in the newly-created ‘graduation time baby!’ group chat that’s been consuming Derek’s phone for the last week.
But, with graduation only one night’s sleep away, Derek will have dominance over his phone once more, no longer being over run with message after message, even if some do have him smiling a little.
When it goes off a seventh time, he groans and tosses his phone onto his passenger seat before peeling out of the grocery store parking lot a little too fast, his tires screeching against the pavement as he whips out onto the road.
He’s tired, and he kind of just wants to get tomorrow over with. He almost opted to not even walk, but Stiles fought him hard on that, scolding him for not being proud of the work he’s put in considering….
Derek shakes his head, ridding his mind of any thoughts of the fire. He doesn’t need to bog down his mood with that, not now, not when his life is finally falling back into place thanks to Stiles’ persistence.
Still, he’s gripping the wheel a little too hard, his knuckles fading to an off-white against his tan skin, and he breathes out a deep breath he was unaware he was holding as he rolls up to a stop sign.
He watches the car across from him go first, and in just seconds, that car’s being slammed into by someone who ignored the four-way, and Derek can only blink in stunned surprise at the hit car toppling toward his car.
He manages a breathy “shit” before a loud crunch of metal shoves him into darkness.
Chapters: 8/8 Words: 57218 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Jackson Whittemore, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Additional Tags: sterek, Mistaken Identity, i’ll add more tags as i write, Ouija, Love at First Sight, Romantic Comedy, AU based on a movie, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Architect Derek Hale, there’s some angst, Happy Ending, have faith people, best friend Lydia Martin, best friend Erica Reyes
Summary: Derek gets the name of his soulmate off a Ouija board when he is ten. He’s obsessed with finding them, but then his life irrevocably changes. He erases the name from his life and determines to live free of those stupid words, “fate” and “destiny”.
But on the eve of his wedding, he gets a phone call that will change the course of his life forever, and show him that maybe destiny does have a hold on him, after all.
Or, the Sterek rewrite of the movie “Only You” that you never knew you wanted.
I’d appreciate any shares/reblogs, since I’m so new to the Sterek fandom!!
If I saw Tyler Hoechlin in a museum I wouldn’t be looking at the art either.
He’d probably apologize and ask if he was blocking the art when really he was the artiest art of them all.
YOU BELONG IN A MUSEUM
SO DAMN FINE
THAT WOULD BE STILES PICK UP LINE
AND IT WOULD BACKFIRE HORRIBLY BECAUSE DEREK WOULD BE ON VACATION WITH HIS WHOLE FAMILY
“Dude, look at that. It’s beautiful.”
“Well yeah I mean I completely agree that DaVinci-”
“No not that, who cares about the stupid Mona Lisa when that masterpiece is just…there.”
“What-oh, oh.” Scott finally turns, blinking blearily at the shift in lighting. The man was thoughtfully considering a Renaissance-esque painting in the corner of the room, taking lazy notes as he considered the brushwork. A girl was babbling beside him, excitedly waving her hands and stepping as close as she could to the painting without the haggard looking security guard yelling at her. Her face was flushed, and the man had a lazy smile as he chuckled at her enthusiasm, elbowing the girl to the next display that excited her even more if that was humanly possible.
Scott could objectively say the guy was attractive what with the whole stubble, beret combo totally working for him. And Scott had heard plenty about Stiles’ infatuation with any and all muscular men and their v-necks.
“I’m going to talk to him.”
“What? NO! Stiles, stop, wait, fuck!” Scott stumbled over a potted plant, missing his friends arm by mere millimeters. Who knew what sort of suave pick-up lines Stiles thought he’d come up with since they entered the museum an hour ago.
“Y’know,” Scott gaped, in horror, as Stiles slid beside the man, gazing thoughtfully at the painting and then smirking. “This painting isn’t the only thing that belongs in a museum, you know?”
The man blinked once, then twice, puzzled. “Eh, Quoi?”
It was Stiles’ turn to stumble, mouth opening and closing, entirely speechless. “Mais, pardon, mon anglais n’est pas bonne? Ma sœur peut se traduire? Cora?”
“Il dit,” She giggled “que le peinture n’est pas la seule chose qui appartient dans un musée.”
His mouth formed an ‘o’ and his notebook fell to the ground, cheeks reddening as he scrambled to pick it up. He huffed out a breath of air, smiling at the horror-struck Stiles.
“Merci? Je pense?” He let out a choked laugh and ran a hand over his face in an attempt to quell the growing heat in his cheeks and ears. “Je m’appelle Derek, et vous?”
Stiles knew enough French to choke out, “Stiles. Not like…the pen, un stylo, oh God why did I think going to France with half a semester of French under my belt was a good idea? Fuck!” Cora chuckled, pushing her brother forward towards Stiles. She mumbled something to him and he cleared his throat, looking uncertain.
“Ehm, would you…like to go to a cafe with me?”
Scott finally made it over to Stiles nudging him with no response. Okay so maybe crummy pick-up lines worked better in France than the States, who woulda thought?
“Hey babe,” Stiles said, phone cradled against his shoulder, “Dad and I are looking at the calendar and we just realized your birthday is on the 25th, it overlaps.” Derek bit back a sigh, everyone forgot his birthday because it fell on Christmas Day. “Is there anything you want for dinner that night? Holiday aside.”
“Um, I don’t know,” Derek shrugged, “Whatever you feel like cooking.”
“Derek, it’s your birthday,” Stiles insisted, “What do you want to eat?” Derek shrugged again, he knew Christmas was a big deal and everyone liked to eat something fancy instead of simple comfort foods. Stiles finally relented and continued the conversation with his father in the other room. Derek continued to brood, overhearing his boyfriend’s conversation in the other room. “I know dad, the odds. He won’t give me an answer. You want to do mom’s thing? I can make it happen. Dad, we got together last New Years, this is the first time we’re celebrating his birthday. Ok, yeah.” Stiles walked back in the room. “You ok spending the 24th at dad’s?” Derek nodded. “Awesome. We’ll be there.”
Derek sighed as they packed their overnight bags, trying to ignore the covered lump of boxes in the back of the car. Stiles was talking a mile a minute on the way over about what his mother always used to make this time of year and what he was looking forward to baking because his father really couldn’t bake. Derek nodded and “hmmd” at the appropriate times, hands mechanically making the turns to the old house.
“Hey kids,” the Sheriff greeted, smiling brightly at the doorway. “Come on in.”
“Hey dad,” Stiles greeted, not subtlety waving the man over to the trunk. “Derek take that casserole in.” Derek ignored the whispers behind his back, they were hiding the gifts in the back of Stiles’ old closet. They had dinner, chatted, and Derek pretended to be asleep as Stiles snuck out of bed for an hour before sliding back in as if nothing happened.
Something did though, Derek woke up to the smell of cinnamon and coffee wafting up from the kitchen. Stiles was already out of bed so he pulled on a tee shirt and plodded downstairs. There were no Christmas decorations anywhere, just a simple “Happy Birthday” banner that made it’s appearance back at Stiles’ birthday and two smiling Stilinki’s at the counter.
“He lives!” John smiled.
“There’s my birthday boy,” Stiles smiled, giving Derek a quick peck on the lips and a cup of steaming coffee. “I made your favorite cinnamon waffles, Dad’s favorite coffee blend, and you get bacon. Come on.” Derek thinks back over his birthdays and think this one might be his favorite. There was no Christmas movie marathon, no garish decorations or loud carol singing; just quiet family stuff like football games, reading, and napping off lunch.
“You know you didn’t have to do all of this for me,” Derek smiled as they started setting the table for dinner.
“It wasn’t much,” Stiles shrugged.
“I mean, ignoring Christmas and everything,” Derek continued. Stiles stared at him, very confused.
John put a beautiful silver menorah on the table. “Son, we’re Jewish.”
You must be careful what you wish for… For there are consequences.
“Derek, I wish to be with Derek. To gaze into those eyes, eyes the devil would be proud to have…”
The words echoed in Stiles’ mind as sleep began to drift over him, the rose of remembrance clutched firmly in his hand as he fought it. He felt the witcher take her leave from his world, the hollowing darkness shifting to press down on him again, the nightmares slowly beginning to wake once more.
But sleep didn’t come. The ache in his chest started slow, like it had the day his rose had crumbled, before turning sharp as it began to spread from his heart into his brain, into his stomach and travelling down his limbs like blades. Th onslaught of the panic was debilitating, gasping for air that wouldn’t come, air that didn’t exist—into lungs that didn’t exist. As the world around him began to warp, Stiles fell to his knees, clutching at the one thing he thought would keep him in his world, as the bright light surrounded him and wrapped around him tightly. He wasn’t supposed to die. The witcher hadn’t taken the rose. He wasn’t supposed to move on. He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t… He hadn’t seen Derek.
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, No one else mentioned to be explicitly dating, but to be fair, there are not even 2000 words in this fic
Rating: 10 out of 10 will absolutely read again
Pros: Short, sweet, to the point, adorable, well written, fluffy, sweet, and oddly completely satisfying
Cons: It ended tbh that’s it
Aesthetic: Domestic partners handing you a coffee made just how you like it as you kiss their cheek and rush out the door, dropping the kids off at school, seeing That Thing that your niece wanted for her birthday and rushing to quickly buy it before anyone else can, Making dinner healthy, and yummy at the same time, midnight kisses goodnight in bed wrapped around a lover, reasons to fall in love #291, soft kisses and hugs
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