Somewhere along the way, Derek’s pack keeps dying, one by one, and he loses the control he’s never really had. Stiles, turned true alpha in part thanks to his human pack – Scott, recently acquainted with magic, Lydia, genius and a specialist on all things supernatural and Allison, your friendly neighborhood werewolf hunter – knows that once the pack of Alphas is done with Derek’s pack, they will come after his and he won’t be able to protect them how he should.
Derek is not a fan of Stiles and his band of merry misfits, who keep appearing and helping him, saving him and the rest of his pack multiple times. The night Isaac and Cora almost die, Derek tries to tell Stiles that they can do without the help of humans and a boy turned werewolf (and then alpha) by accident.
@feigningdesire asked me about an eon ago for Derek giving Stiles the glare™️ and it just doesn’t work because Stiles know his derek is just a big pillow pet wolf ♥️
This was so much fun to write because this was basically how my girlfriend and I got together because I’m a total dork (she and I do have two anniversaries)
the amazing spiderman 2 is on in an hour
The text comes at the best time because Stiles is bored out of his mind and ready to take up knitting at the community center with the elderly if it meant finally getting some social interaction.
Be there in 10
He has no shame in replying instantly to Derek as he scrambles to grab his hightops and his hoodie from the back of the door. Sure, Stiles understood that his friends were busy this summer. They all had jobs and pack training usually wore them out, not to mention just about everyone was paired off and was more likely to hang out with their significant other than Stiles. He wasn’t bitter, it was just how it was. But that’s okay, ‘cause he had Derek.
it takes 15 to get here when you obey the speed limit
Is that the sound of Derek worrying
you’re impossible
Impossible to resist
Stiles hops into the Jeep and dutifully follows all the traffic laws and makes it to Derek’s in just under twenty minutes.
“Honey I’m hoooooome,” Stiles calls obnoxiously into the Hale House, chuckling when he hears Derek’s sigh from the kitchen. He drops his stuff by the door and enters the room that smells like freshly popped popcorn and that jalapeño powder that Stiles liked on his.
“You know the movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes, right?” Derek asks as he brings the popcorn bowls into the living room with Stiles tailing behind him with the drinks he snags from the fridge.
“And? Despite your belief, I do not just use you for your amazing flat screen TV.” Derek snorts and sits down and Stiles follows him down at the other end, tossing his feet up and onto Derek’s thigh. Derek has long since given into it and simply lifts the popcorn a safe distance while Stiles gets comfortable and then settles himself.
“Find anything new about the sidhe?” Derek prompts, tossing a kernel in his mouth.
“Yeah, actually. I found a blog that is run by an emissary that Deaton’s heard of and he had a lot to say,” The conversation continues with Derek asking clarifying questions and Stiles regurgitating all the information he’s found on whatever creature caught his fancy this week. The supernatural were much more fun to research while you weren’t in imminent parel. The movie starts and the conversation doesn’t completely die, just have odd little pauses when Stiles gets distracted by whatever is on screen.
“Dude, why is it so cold?” Stiles asks in the middle of defining the differences between faery and fairy (BIG difference, by the way).
“Oh, a bird flew into the house and broke a window and the heater has never really worked,” Derek shrugs, tilting his chin to the end of the hall where there is indeed a window covered in cardboard.
“Well, not all of us are supernatural heaters,” Stiles snipes, rubbing his upper arm and hoping the goosebumps die down soon. Derek lets out an exasperated sigh and holds out an arm. “What am I supposed to do with that? Chop it off and cuddle it?”
“Or you could come here where it is still attached,” Derek’s eyes close and when they reopen they’re fixed on the ceiling. Well, in retrospect, Stiles was being a little dull.
“Oh, yeah, that works too.” Stiles makes quick work of getting right up next to Derek and settling in the groove between his shoulder and chest. It’s a very nice spot to be and he’s in the perfect spot to demand Derek feed him popcorn – win win. It’s maybe half an hour later that Isaac stumbles in.
“Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to crash your date,” just as soon as he had entered, the blond was gone. Stiles stares after him and then turns to look at Derek.
“What?”
“You might want to use your words, Stiles.” Derek says with a bemused smile. Stiles would laugh but he’s too focused on what Isaac said.
“Isaac called this a date, we aren’t dating.”
“Yes, that’s true. But I’ve been trying to ask you out for so long, Isaac got tired of calling it kinda-not-really-dates and just calls them dates now to save himself the breath.” Derek brings a hand up to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. Stiles makes a strange noise and tries to lift out of his spot and ends up using Derek’s chest for leverage.
“What do you mean?” His voice has upped by at least two octaves and he can see the werewolf wince.
“It’s fine, Isaac, it had to happen at some point,” Derek says in a normal voice, obviously communicating with the beta from where he’s probably in his room. “Stiles, what do we usually do together?” The question seems odd and Stiles nearly demands a straight answer but his brain is still kinda stuck so he goes with the flow.
“Uh, we go try the new food places around town and watch movies and you took me to that really cool old book store and we walk in the park and oh my god you’ve been taking me on dates, you asshole.” Derek winces and that snaps Stiles out of his stupor, “No no no, that’s not a bad thing except that you didn’t say they were dates, you complete dork!”
“I did, Stiles. I phrased it quite explicitly the first few times. After that I kinda gave up and thought you’d figure it out eventually.” He shrugs, dropping his hand from his face with a rueful smile.
“Derek, it’s been months!”
“Happy six months, Stiles.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“No, I think we’ve thoroughly proven who the idiot is here.”
“Oh my god, just kiss me already.” And kiss him he does. Soft and sweet and just a little awkward with the way they’re both smiling. But that didn’t matter, he was dating Derek Hale and that meant he got to kiss him whenever the hecky dizzle he wanted.
“Wait, Der, does this mean we have two anniversaries? ‘Cause it started on a different day for me.”
Derek overhears a phone conversation between Stiles and Scott.
Stiles: Yeah, right, dumbass. Like I could just go t- Scott: You might wanna shut up. Stiles: -here and tell him, “Oh by the way sourwolf, I think I’m in love with you, please do- Scott: Stiles, you should really shut up. Stiles: -n’t rip my throat out. Scott: Well, I don’t think that’s necessary anymore. Stiles: And why’s that? Scott: You do know that werewolf hearing is, like, a thousand times better than yours, right? Stiles: Of course I d- ohcrap.
Stiles and
Derek have been dating for a while now and it’s time to take the next step: meeting
the family.
For @robinmadestilesdoit, who requested a Alive!Hale
Family AU where Stiles is introduced to Derek’s family as his boyfriend, but he
already knows about werewolves and doesn’t mind. A little bit of fluff and angst.
Thank you for the 2000 followers!
Stiles couldn’t help but fidget. His mouth was dry and his
hands were shaking as he toyed with the hem of his shirt.
“Hey,” Derek whispered, taking one of Stiles’ hands in his. “It’ll
be okay.”
Stiles swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, not
trusting his voice enough to talk. He offered Derek a weak smile, letting the
man pull him close and press a kiss to his temple.
Derek pulled him close, looking lovingly into Stiles’ eyes. “What’s
wrong?”
“I’m just nervous,” Stiles said dismissively.
“I know you’re nervous, but there’s something else,” Derek
pointed out. “What is it?”
“You and I both know that I’m… an acquired taste,” Stiles
said quietly. “And one that not many people like.”
“They’re going to love you,” Derek reassured him.
“But what if they don’t?” Stiles asked. “What if this goes
so horribly wrong that they refuse to let you ever see me again?”
Derek couldn’t help but smile. He craned his neck and
brought his lips to Stiles’, kissing him softly.
“If it came down to it, I would choose you over my family
without a heartbeat’s hesitation,” Derek whispered. “But it won’t come to that.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” Stiles asked.
Derek slid his hand into Stiles’ lacking their fingers
together. “Because I love you.”
They made their way across the front yard and up to the
front doors of the intimidating manor. Derek bounded up the steps and onto the
porch, pulling Stiles along behind him. He reached for the knocker and tapped
it against the brass plate before stepping back to Stiles’ side.
Stiles felt his heart slam against his ribs.
Derek seemed to notice his discomfort, kissing the top of
Stiles’ head as he whispered, “It’s going to be fine.”
The large door rattled as it opened.
Stiles looked at the young woman standing in the doorway.
She wore simple black dress with a beaded black belt coiled around her waist.
Her long brown hair billowed around her shoulders in waves. Her bright
aventurine eyes lit up as she looked at them, and for a second Stiles could see
the resemblance.
“Hi,” she said excitedly, her face lit up by a radiant
smile.
“Hey, Laura,” Derek greeted.
She pushed the door open and held her arms out for her
brother.
Derek gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze before letting go and
hugging his big sister.
“Come in, come in,” she said when she released Derek from
the hug. She waved them inside and shut the door.
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