OMG!! Another daddy Sterek moment. I love this!! Credit to whoever did this. You totally made my day. Sterek all the way people. And yes Liam is their love child. Don’t let anyone say anything different.
“Stiles hurry up!” Y/N shouted up the stairs to her younger brother. Y/N and Stiles were being sent out to go get groceries.
“Hang on!” Stiles yelled back. Y/N rolled her eyes and put her hands in her pockets. How many years does Stiles need to put on shoes?
Stiles was finally ready and walked down the stairs. “You good?” Y/N asked. Stiles nodded and Y/N smiled. “Finally.” She whispered under her breath.
“You driving or do you want me to?” Stiles asked.
“I am. We’re not taking your beat up jeep.” Y/N grabbed her keys off the counter and proceeded to walk out the front door.
“Hey, I’ll have you know that it may be beat up but it still works.” Stiles said as he climbed into Y/N’s red car. Y/N’s car wasn’t as beat up as Stiles mainly because she wasn’t as reckless and because she took better care of her car.
“Do you have the list?” Y/N asked Stiles as they drove.
“I thought you had it.” Stiles said.
“No. Goddammit, Stiles! Did you really forget-” Y/N stopped rambling as as he saw him pull the list out of his pocket with a grin on his face.
“Got you, Y/N!” Stiles chuckled.
“You’re not funny.” Y/N rolled her eyes. She parked the car and got out. Y/N and Stiles walked up to the doors of the store while reading over the list.
Y/N and Stiles went to the milk aisle first.
“Stiles go get milk and I’ll go get yogurt.” Y/N ordered. Stiles nodded and wondered off to go get milk. Y/N grabbed a cart and pushed it towards the yogurt. She looked at the different kinds. Cherry, Blueberry, Banana, and many other. Y/N decided to go with cherry and put some containers in the cart. Y/N looked around for Stiles but couldn’t find him.
“Where did that idiot go?” Y/N wondered aloud. She poked her head down aisle after aisle. While passing the candy section, she heard the familiar voice of her younger brother. Y/N stopped in her tracks and backed up only to see a tall man pinning Stiles to a wall.
“Stiles, I’m giving you simple directions. You need to,-”
“Hey!” Y/N shouted at the man. The man stopped and looked over at Y/N. Y/N pushed her cart aside and stomped over to the man. She grabbed the man and pulled him off Stiles.
“Who are you?” The man asked Y/N.
“I’m Y/N Stilinski. Who are you?”
“I’m Derek Hale.” He introduced.
“Well nice to meet you. Now, keep your damn hands off my brother!” Y/N grabbed Stiles and pulled him away from Derek.
Derek watched her walk away and couldn’t help but smile.
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. So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?
Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom. Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass. Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.
Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it. Or at least he is until Derek decides he’s moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf. This is not going according to plan.
The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.
The guy is really, stupidly attractive, even though he doesn’t so much have a resting bitch face as he has a resting ‘I’m going to murder you with my teeth’ face. “Stiles,” the guy says. “Do I know you?” Stiles says. or: Pranks + pretend friends + somewhat murderous attacks = junior year. Stiles doesn't much like the new kid at Beacon Hills High, even if he is a star basketball player and seriously hot.