desterekiel

Title: Hey, Do You…?

Fandom: Shipping

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Desterekiel.  Stestiel.  Desterek.

Summary: Destiel meets Sterek in the polling room during the final round of the AE poll.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Part 1:

It’s the stupid poll.  The stupid poll and the stupid fans.

Destiel tries to ignore his fans, for the most part.  He gets that he oughtta be grateful, yeah, but there are more important things in his life.  Like Purgatory almost literally tearing him in half over the summer just after he finally got fucking over the Leviathan thing.

So Des sits in the polling room where he’s supposed to be.  He should be out doing things – should be getting ready for Season Eight, since it’s literally next week.  The fans are already going crazy, if Tumblr’s any indication – and Tumblr’s always an indication.  He’s gotta be ready.  Especially given he has no idea what Carver’s got planned for him this year.

More than that, he should be out enjoying his last few technical days off before the heavy destruction hits.

Instead he’s here.

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Author’s Note: So, uh, this looks like it’s going to be a series.  Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs on the first part of the fic, and I hope you enjoy the subsequent parts.  I hope to update every couple of days, possibly every day.  So, um, without further ado:

Title: Hey, Do You…?

Fandom: Shipping

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Desterekiel.  Stestiel.  Desterek.

Summary: Destiel meets Sterek in the polling room during the final round of the AE poll.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Part Two

Sterek lurks in the corner of Scallison’s room, waiting for Scal to show up.  They’re best friends, and Scallison puts up with the serious mood swings and crushing insecurities Sterek deals with all too often thanks to the characters he’s made up of.

Scallison crawls through the half-open window, smacking the top of his head on it when he catches sight of Sterek.  “Dude, stop doing that.”

“Potato,” Sterek grumbles.  “Just because you can’t figure it out doesn’t mean I need to stop.”

“Poll?” Scallison flops down on the bed.  He can be pretty damn perceptive when he wants to be, and it looks like he wants to be tonight.

Sterek nods and joins him.  “I met Destiel.”

“Whoa.”

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