sassy!derek

dustonmyscreen asked:

Hi Carrie. (uh just fyi suicide mention ahead) I don't know if you do this for strangers, but I've been completely worn down trying to talk down a suicidal girl online and all the shitty feelings that come with not being able to actually be there and help. (She's okay now.) If it's not too much to ask, could you maybe write something fluffy with Sterek? It would mean the world to me. (No pressure, okay? And thanks for reading this.)

[Aw, hey, I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you’re not too worn out and I’m glad she is okay. Have some fluff and I hope you feel better soon. Thank you for being awesome and thoughtful of others.]

Stiles spots the waiter with the cheese tray, and immediately chases him down. He pops a few of the cheese cubes in his mouth, and takes another sip of the wine whose fancy name he can’t remember. This is a ridiculously fancy event at an art gallery and Stiles is only here because Erica insisted he accompany her to Boyd’s first gallery feature. 

Stiles swallows down his cheese, looking for another waiter dude, sadly alone. He’s played his role as supportive friend, watched the confession of feelings and then then Boyd and Erica had kissed and made up, and they’re now holding hands, Boyd leading her from painting to painting, telling her about each one. Absolutely adorable.

Stiles is planning to hang out and eat as much cheese and crackers as he can and see if he can get drunk on terrible wine, then walk home.

Stiles wanders away from the room full of questionable sculptures he’s currently and into the next wing. These pieces are actually enjoyable. They’re mostly landscapes, drawn by a steady hand. Even without any people in them, Stiles can feel the emotion present in the pieces: they all feel like the artist is longing for something. 

They’re pretty, anyways. 

There’s a small crowd in front of one of the paintings at the end at the room, so Stiles ignores it in favor of eating more appetizers. There’s lot of hush-hush whispering, which makes him think that painting must be the most popular one or something.

"Hey, what’s up over there?" Stiles asks one of the docents.

She’s busy looking at her clipboard, but she answers him anyway. ”Ah, that piece is on loan from the Hale Musuem of Modern Art. It’s one of this particular artists’ most famous works, and we’re incredibly lucky to be able to show it tonight. It’ll be en route back to the museum tomorrow.” 

"Hmn," Stiles mutters noncommittally. He doesn’t know that much about art. "It’s the same person who did all these landscapes? I mean, all of these paintings are nice, but what’s so special about that one?" 

The docent clicks her tongue, like she doesn’t have time to explain the intricacies of the art world to a person like Stiles, and she sighs in exasperation. “D. Hale is quite prolific in many circles, and that particular work is the only portrait he’s ever done. It’s a very beautiful piece, valued at over— oh!”

She looks up at Stiles, who blinks at her quizzically. Maybe there’s crumbs on his face or something. 

"Uh…" Stiles says awkwardly. 

She just stares at him, wide-eyed. “The resemblance is uncanny. The same spirited smile, that same—”

"Hold up a minute," Stiles says, frowning in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

She leads him to the painting, pushing him to the front of the crowd. 

Stiles stares. It’s a painting of him, done in painstaking detail, colors soft and warm.

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roxyblade asked:

Hey Carrie, I need some cheering up. My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer today and I dont know how to deal with it. I'm so scared. I know she'll be okay, but part of me keeps kind of whispering "but what if she's not". If you have time, please could you write me something funny with Sterek? I love your writing and it always makes me feel better when I'm down. Thank you x

[I’m sorry to hear about your mom! I know it’s a scary time, but there are a lot of great treatment options out there. I hope everything works out okay for you guys. Have some fluff, I hope you feel better]

Derek doesn’t mind his job in the movie theater much. It’s not very labor intensive, and he always can catch the newest films for free. Laura always makes fun of him for being a huge nerd, but Derek doesn’t really care about social standing at school. Plus he gets a certain amount of pleasure in evicting rude guests, and he has a knack for spotting people who are theater-hopping. As a high school student, there are a lot of slim pickings for jobs, so Derek can’t really complain. 

Derek’s seen a lot of weird things in his year at the theater; a guy once snuck in three trays of food from Panda Express and started to eat (loudly and annoyingly) during a James Bond feature, couples attempting various sexual escapades, a kid who demanded to know where the 4D movies were…

But this is probably the strangest.

"Uh…are you okay?" 

The theater is empty, save for one guy in the middle of the theater, crying loudly into his popcorn. 

The loud, strangled sobs stop, and the guy turns around. Derek recognizes him from school: Stiles Stilinski, hangs out with the popular crowd like homecoming king Scott McCall and class president Lydia Martin. He’s on the lacrosse team, and definitely one of the cool kids. 

"No," Stiles says. There are streaks of tears running down his face. He’s kind of an ugly crier. He does have a cute face, though. Not that Derek is noticing, nope.

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