sourwolfstories:

Sundays are for Netflix by awolfinside

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1629

“Mmmm, it’s Sunday. Sunday is for playing video games, watching Netflix and relaxing in your underwear. I mean. Not your underwear, like, I’m not going to go and put on your underwear while I watch TV. That would be weird.”

Stiles crashes at Derek’s after a late night of research. Neither of them are morning people. Realisations and lazy Sundays follow.

captain-snark:

Stiles and Derek hanging out like all the time. Stiles asking one day, “are you attracted to me?”

And Derek regarding him kind of incredulously at the question, which is seemingly out of nowhere and asked with such seriousness that Derek doesn’t have a chance to really process it.

Stiles telling Derek that his friend from school was confused when Stiles mentioned going on a date with someone because they thought Derek was his boyfriend based on the way (and frequency) Stiles talks about him.

“She was all like, why aren’t you dating? And I thought, ha, because,” Stiles tells Derek. “But then I was like…cos I couldn’t come up with an actual reason. So now, I’m wondering…why aren’t we dating?’

And before Derek has a chance to respond Stiles pushes forward, “so I thought maybe you aren’t attracted to me cos that would do it. Probably, so like?” And Stiles is looking at Derek expectantly. 

Derek regards him for a moment before speaking. When he does he shrugs and says, “we aren’t dating because neither of us has asked the other out.”

Which is probably not what Stiles is expecting for an answer. “So are you saying if I were to ask you out you would say yes?” Derek is trying not to smirk and Stiles knows the look well, it’s sort of devious and adorable all at once. It makes Stiles’ chest constrict and he feels his stomach somersault.

“I am attracted to you,” Derek finally says. Stiles feels his face heat which is annoying because he’s trying to play it cool. He feels his pulse spike so it’s pretty much a total loss. 

“So, that’s a yes?” Stiles confirms.

“Yes, I will say yes if you ask me out,” Derek tells him. Stiles nods.

“So, do you like…wanna get dinner tonight?” Stiles asks, still sort of nervous because he’s not sure totally that Derek isn’t fucking with him. 

“I’m free now,” Derek says. Stiles swallows the choked sound of surprise in his throat. Derek is smirking at him now.

“Me too,” Stiles nods. Which should be obvious because they’re actually hanging out together and have been for the past half an hour.

And that is how they end up on their first date.

zainclaw:

He can still run; can still turn around and flee, because the boy’s scent reaches his nose long before the sound of his approaching heartbeat does. It doesn’t matter how good of a sneaker Stiles has become, how he barely makes a sound when walking through the woods. His scent is too strong and too familiar to Derek to go unnoticed. He has no clue how Stiles managed to find him, but at this point Derek has given up on trying to understand how Stiles can do all the things he does. He’ll never stop to surprise.

Derek can still run and escape this, but he doesn’t move.

“You didn’t think you’d be able to leave without saying goodbye, did you?”

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captain-snark:

haven’t told y’all about the sterek fic i want, Derek goes off and does his thing and then Stiles goes off and does his FBI thing or whatever. 

Both of them end up on the same blogging platform/gaming site etc. etc. and they end up somehow connecting and talking to one another casually and then more personally.

Derek going by a pseudonym cos hunters and Stiles going by his real name.. They don’t talk about personal stuff much and when they do they both edit and tweak their experiences. 

Derek tells Stiles that he doesn’t have much family left but he doesn’t mention how at first and when he does he says it was a car wreck instead of a fire. Stiles talks about playing lacrosse in high school but doesn’t ever say where. 

Of course they each remind the other of the other and its probably what makes them form a bond in the first place. Yeah, there are some strange coincidences but they chalk it up to that. 

It’s not out of the realm of possibility that they both value their privacy enough that they communicate via text or online only. But they get pretty close, close enough that when Stiles is MIA for awhile and finally is around enough to tell Derek that his computer is on the fritz and he can’t get online much Derek actually buys him a new one, sends it to the P.O box that Stiles has.

Of course they both end up falling for the other while thinking it’s not possible to because they don’t really know each other. Then Derek ends up in the area, maybe Virginia or something and asks Stiles if maybe he would be willing to meet.

And Stiles is totally down but terrified and then they end up meeting somewhere. At first, when they see each other they’re kind of guarded like, did he know, is this a game, is this a trap. But, both of them have this expression on their faces that lets the other know, neither of them had any idea who they were talking to.

Stiles’ hands are shaking when he throws his arms over Derek and hugs him tight, because holy fuck

Derek has been going by his middle name, and he’s practiced how to pronounce Stiles’. Stiles is flushed and grinning and can’t help but keep touching Derek kind of casually and without noticing. Derek doesn’t mind, because he can’t believe how fucking lucky he is.