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“I don’t even know why Scott thinks US TWO have to bond. Out of the whole ragtag pack we get along the best, if I may say so,” Stiles continues complaining like he has for the last 30 minutes.
Derek just trails along and wags his tail.
“Maybe he’s too blind with his love for Allison or whatever not, but the rest of them is so much worse. They can’t even decide what movie to watch without having a wrestling match.”
Derek huffs in agreement.
Stiles doesn’t mean to stare at his new roommate. It’s weird. But sometimes that’s all he can do when
the hottest person he’s ever metDerek walks around in his boxers, getting lazily ready for the day ahead. He knows there are ‘roommate rules’ he’s supposed to follow: Pay bills on time. Wash your own dishes. Don’t fall in love. Sure, the last rule is a personal one Stiles made to himself the moment he saw Derek, but the point stands – it would just end in heartbreak. It’s not an easy rule to follow though. In fact, Stiles is pretty sure he’s already broken it…
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Captain Finstock is furious.
“Great job, you bunch of morons! Got yourself into a hostage
situation, almost got half of the team killed, and now we have to babysit a
pack of FBI agents because you are so damn incompetent! And no, Hale, you do
not get to opt out of this bullshit because a fed stole your beanie! In fact, I’mma
pair you up with him, what was his name, Bilinski? Yes, the doe-eyed one. How
old is he anyway, do they hire kids right out of kindergarten now? God, I don’t
have enough booze to cover this shit. Could be better off coaching teenagers in
a high school. Now, get out of my office!”What a way to start a Monday.
**
“I didn’t know a beanie and a hoodie are new FBI style,”
Derek all but seethes.“Says a detective wearing his own initial on his belt.”
Derek follows Stilinski’s gaze to his crotch and blushes, “That’s
not … that’s not for “Hale”, it’s for “Hermes”.“Oh, an officer who knows couture? I’m impressed!“ And then
the bastard winks.Derek mentally punches a wall.
**
In theory, having a team of FBI agents helping you with a
case can be a good thing, because, well, they have more resources, and a much
larger database, and cooler toys. On practice though, it is a giant pain in the
ass, mainly because Derek hates his new partner.Well, no, Derek doesn’t hate him, it’s Derek’s balls that
hate him. The brat (what kind of a name is Stiles Stilinski anyway?) is not
just cute and smart and knows how to make killer lattes, he is also obnoxious
and flirts with Derek all the time, and has an obscene mouth and fingers Derek
can’t even look at, because those long dexterous fingers do things to Derek, and at this point Derek’s balls are not just
blue, they are pitch black and about to fall off.Derek might have ripped several bedsheets with his erection
and may or may not have considered billing Stilinski for them.He decides against it, and instead chooses to channel his
frustration into anger and into being a dick.That doesn’t help.
In fact, it just makes things worse. The more frustrated and
angry Derek gets, the flirtier Stiles becomes. It’s ridiculous, like trying to
put out a fire by throwing gasoline at it.Finally, frustration boils over and Derek all but slams the
younger man into a wall while no one’s looking. He gets into Stiles’s face,
pointing an accusational finger at him like a gun, and tells him all he thinks
about flowers, handcuff hearts, chocolates, winks, air kisses and all other
crap Stilinski has been pulling on him since day one. He has enough, he doesn’t
like it, he doesn’t want it, and …Derek is surprised to see how hurt Stiles looks. He expects anything from a sucker punch to a
fist to his face, but Stiles just whispers liar
and leaves.Derek would’ve preferred a sucker punch.
**
I’m such an idiot!
Derek cusses himself while camaro slithers through empty
streets. What a shitty detective is he if he can’t recognize a genuine crush
over a prank? Worse even, Stiles is right- he is a liar. He should be sucking
Stiles off right now instead of going back to an empty loft.His self-loathing is cut short by a truck ramming into his
side.**
Derek loses track of time after about a week. After all, it
is hard to tell day from night when you are lying semi-conscious in a
windowless basement.Well, if it is how Derek goes out, so be it, he can’t cheat
death forever. He wishes he could cheat it long enough to tell Stiles he likes
him though. May be even loves him. But, with Hale luck ™ , he likely won’t even
have a chance to say good bye.He hears his captors chatting near the cell, clanking tools.
Oh, another round of torture, how
terrific.And then something
goes wrong, there are screams and shouting and gunfire and the cell door busts
open and it’s actually Stiles, his Stiles,
hair disheveled, with stubble and dark circles under his eyes, and he looks livid. Derek tries to scream, to warn Stiles one of
the terrorists is launching at him from behind but Stiles just grabs the man and
breaks his neck without even looking because his eyes never leave Derek’s face.Derek would probably coming all over himself now if not for
the extensive blood loss.**
Stiles drags him out through fire and dead bodies and drops
him into an ambulance before Derek gets a chance to say thank you.**
When Derek comes back, things are different. Stiles is still
friendly and cooperative but now he is, for a lack of a better word, professional. No winks, no kissy faces,
no more trying to sit on Derek’s lap – only business. Basically, this is
everything Derek had asked for.And Derek wants to scream.
When Captain Finstock calls him to his office and tells him,
“I don’t know what the hell you did, Hale, but you better fix it soon, because
your lovers spat is freaking me out”, Derek
realizes how royally he screwed up.**
It takes a mind of a genius and a healthy dose of gay juju
to properly apologize to Stiles, and Derek now owes a case of champagne to Dr.
Martin and a new Prada wallet to Danny from cyber crime, but sleepy warm Stiles
is cuddling him in his bed, so all of that was totally worth it.Stiles nuzzles Derek’s neck and mumbles, “I can hear you
thinking.”Derek smiles, kisses him and goes back to sleep.
You and I know what it’s like
To be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonightWe’re alright (x)
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He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink.
“Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to.
He’s looking at his soulmate.
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Stiles wakes up in his soulmate’s body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn’t wake up at all.
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The pack all hangin’ one day, like they do, and someone bought one of those ‘friendship bracelet’ kits for ages 8+.
When the box is opened, Stiles spots the bright blue beads that remind him of Derek’s eyes. When another bag is popped open and Stiles sees the moon pendant he calls dibs loudly and snatches it off the floor.
Derek is probably on the other side of the house reading and pretending like having them all over doesn’t thrill him. After they’re finished there’s pizza and a movie and video games and a wrestling match and mostly everyone forgets about the bracelets until the end of the night.
They’re all shuffling out the door when Stiles goes over to where Derek has resumed reading and tugs the book out of his hand rudely. Derek reprimands him but Stiles is holding out his bracelet, dangling between two fingers.
“I made you a friendship bracelet,” Stiles tells him. He’s pretty proud of it.
Derek just stares at it, taken aback, even as he reaches out and takes it from Stiles. Stiles just laughs at him, “you don’t have to wear it, or anything,” Stiles assures him, and then without another word he sort of flounces off after the others.
Stiles doesn’t actually expect Derek to do more than wait until Stiles is gone before tossing them bracelet. But, then a few days later when Derek reaches for something and his sleeve slides down Stiles sees the bracelet secure around his wrist.
Stiles beams for days. Thinks he might have to reconsider the friendship part of the bracelet.
Meanwhile, Derek is probably unsure whether this was a friendly friendship bracelet or if this was a gift from a potential suitor. Was Stiles wooing him?
Derek did not know what to do. Cora was only mildly sympathetic.
“What do you want it to mean? She asks.
“I don’t know.”
Do you want him to be wooing you?”
“I don’t know.”
“What if I told you it mean’t nothing?” Cora asks. Derek’s head snaps up to look at her and he asks,
“Why did he tell you something?”
And Cora laughs in his face and says, “No. But now we know how thirsty you are for Stilinski, you’re an embarrassment to the Hale name,” Cora informs him.
She’s probably not wrong about both of it.
Long story short: Stiles and Derek lowkey trying to woo each other while having no idea they are being lowkey wooed.
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