NASA Au: Astronaut Stiles, Control room staff Derek.
“I’ll be home soon!” Stiles chuckled into the mic, his hand flipping the last of ARTEMIS’s switches. there are only few minutes left before the liftoff and Derek decided that’s the “going to space” deal is a little dangerous.
“You will be gone for 3 months!” Derek growled into the mic back at Huston control room.
Ugh, stubborn ass, “Well how about a deal?” he suggested.
“A deal?” Derek leaned back to look up at the screen currently showing the astronauts aboard ARTEMIS.
“Yep,” Stiles said while popping the p in his mouth. he reached down to his external pocket and pulled out a little box “Der, can you see this?”
A gasp came from Erica who sat next to him in the control room, Derek looked at her in question while his boyfriend grinned at the camera “yeah. why?”
“Oh god Derek!,” Erica slapped him on the arm “He’s proposing!”
“He what!?” Derek whipped his face back to the screen so fast he must have snapped it off. on the screen the box was now open revealing a golden band and stiles was smiling.
“So here’s the deal,” he closed the box “i go into space, fix that damn Beetle and finish the mission, and in 3 months you will become my husband. how about that?”
“Stiles don’t curse!” Lydia scolded him while pointing at the kids in the audience room.
Oh god. oh god “Oh god”
“Should i take it as a yes?” Stiles snickered with the other astronauts.
“Damn right you should you idiot!”
“Language!” Lydia pointed to the snickering kids.
“You better get your ass back here in one piece” Derek smiled at the screen. his boy- fiance is going to the moon in just a few minutes.
“You betcha“ Stiles grinned as the control room roared into applause and whistles.
Oh gosh darn, this is the cutest fudging thing!!
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I’m just imagining the headlines the next day “NASA apologises for the delay in the launch of their maned rocket ARTEMIS, one of their Astronauts was proposing”
well that definitely made someone chuckle 😉
Btw if anyone remembers this (I’m never going to forget it) this is my new tumblr (cos of the sensitivity stupid thing) but I’ll be switching back in a few months 😅
January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.
The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.
Derek picks up another glass of champagne, and that’s when he sees him. A man stands at the edge of the room, chewing his lip and staring at the dance floor longingly.
Every person walks past him. Derek must have done it a hundred times this evening. – Derek is not one for dancing, but at a ball he meets Stiles, an orphan, and he becomes quickly attached. He does not care what other people think about Stiles’ wealth and status, but it’s a lot harder for Stiles to ignore the comments that have haunted him his whole life.
It’s even harder to convince Stiles that Derek’s feelings are genuine.
Stiles Stilinski’s life as a comic book store owner in Beacon Hills, California had been satisfying enough, but he’s been inevitably becoming increasingly bored and antsy with the cyclical nature of his life in a smaller town.
Enter Frame: The famous Hollywood bad boy and contender for Sexiest Man Alive, Derek Hale, who proceeds to turn his world upside down, but somehow brings him closer to the things he knew were most important he had lost sight of along the way.
And maybe it’s irony, or the universe at work, or maybe it’s just Derek Hale’s shitty luck, but that’s when, at that exact moment (as Stiles will swear later), there’s a knock on the door. “Laura?” Derek breathes in disbelief, and Stiles feels his own face fall into confused slackness. Because the girl standing in the doorway? The last time Stiles had seen her—or, well, half of her—she’d been very naked, and very, very dead. “Hey, baby bro,” she says with a grin. … OR: The one where Laura comes back from the dead, and it turns out to be bad for Stiles, because he’s suddenly spending a lot of quality time with one of the coolest people he’s ever met, and her brother. The guy that he might be just a little in love with. He’s not okay.
Gerard does something despicable and the pack are left shattered after Stiles is killed…. or is he??
Set at the end of season 2 because honestly I have a fascination with that episode! Canon compliant up until then but then everything goes a little crazy!
Do not read if you don’t like Hurt or kidnapped Stiles because there is a lot of it….
The words were stuck on loop, Stiles’ broken voice repeating them over and over. Derek didn’t realize he was crying until he let out a broken noise, so low he could barely hear it himself. His hands dug into his eyes trying to stop the flow but the tears kept coming. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be strong like he’s supposed to be.
He was weak. So weak.
He walked away from the only person that felt like home.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but acknowledge that by the time he got back, his home would be miles away, once again leaving him all alone.
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Or the healing/getting together AU that involves building a house together and a healthy dose of angst.
Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.
Stiles
drops his bat next to the rear of the jeep mercilessly. It’s been of
good service but now it’s covered in all kinds of stuff he doesn’t want
to think about. It’s going to need some proper cleaning later on; until
then, Roscoe is his only baby. He has half a mind to kick the bat for
extra measure. His whole body hurts, and his clothes are messed up, one
of his gloves ripped so his hand is sore and there is goo everywhere;
even Roscoe’s got some of that weird slimy substance smeared across the
blue paint. Stiles grimaces, tearing his gaze away from the atrocity
covering his beloved car. That’s what you get when you have to fight
goblins unprepared. They’ve gotten way too comfortable in resolving
conflict with minimum effort.
“You
know those extra padded layers we were talking about? Yeah, that might
be a conversation we should pursue further,” he says to himself as he
pulls the damaged glove off and lets it drop next to the bat. He flexes
his hand and winces as pain shoots up his arm. Off to his right, Scott
is going on and on about how absolutely ruined his day is, which would
be amusing if it weren’t the umpteenth time he’s bringing it up today.
He’s pretty sure the universe knows it’s Valentine’s Day by now.
“I
told you that when you bought them.” Derek appears next to Stiles just
as fingers wrap around the wrist of his sore hand. One of the blisters
has popped and bled a bit and Derek scrutinizes the damage. Stiles will
never understand Derek’s willingness to have his face so close to such a
disgusting sight.
“It’s
not that bad. I use a metal bat now, remember? No splinters that can
get infected and have my hand mutating to something twice its size,”
Stiles tells him. He might be exaggerating a little bit but hey, the
pain had been real. Real enough to make him consider asking Derek to saw
his hand off – just like Stiles had almost done with Derek’s arm. Sweet
memories.
This’ll
be healed in three days’ time. Not that that stops Derek from being
overprotective and sneakily trying to take the pain. Stiles sees the
faint blackened veins even if Derek tries to tilt his hand out of sight.
He slaps at Derek’s arm with his free hand until he lets go.
“Hey! None of that, mister. Don’t go breaking promises.“
“I never promised I wouldn’t take your pain.”
“Yes,
you did! We had this discussion again just 2 weeks ago, remember? I was
scolding you just like this,“ Stiles waggles his finger in the air to
emphasize his point, “and
I made you promise! I made you say- you said…” His eyes narrow when
he remembers Derek’s exact wording and realizes that he managed to
weasel his way out of it. “You ass.”
Derek gives him a pointed look, all smug and not half as apologetic as he should be.
“You,
Derek Hale, are one big buttface. You have a gorgeous face and a
beautiful butt but you’re also a buttface, meaning you need to listen to
me. I’m the man of the house, you know.” Stiles intends to remain
stern. But when Derek dips his head in his familiar fashion to hide his
smile he can’t help the outbreak of butterflies in his stomach. His own
facial expression melts into a smile as Derek curls a hand around the
back of his neck and pulls him in to kiss his temple.
“And that’s another diversion tactic of yours, huh?” Stiles asks, nudging him fondly. He strips his second glove.
“It’s
quite effective,” Derek says with a shrug. He lets his hand run down
Stiles’ back, as well as his side, and Stiles knows he’s checking for
injuries, so he keeps still and doesn’t make a sound even when Derek
hits a sore spot.
“I’m
fine, jeez. Go check with the others,” Stiles shoos him off before the
moment can get too intimate around the pack. Not that he’s not grateful.
He knows Derek will be cleaning up his wounds later; it’s like some
kind of after battle ritual, a bonding moment. Eventually, he will also let Derek take some of the pain simply because he gets to heal faster.
He
can’t help himself watch Derek walk away, going from one pack member to
the next, reaching out for each of them. Three years ago, Stiles would
never have been able to predict just how tactile wolf packs were and now
– well, he’s pretty sure there’s near constant contact between them
all. Jackson has taken a liking to it, though he’d needed almost as much
convincing as Derek. Stiles watches Isaac smile up at the alpha when
Derek puts an arm around his shoulders. The beta leans into his side for
a moment and nods as they talk.
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