Hey!!! I ‘heard’ you were having kind of a bad day so here is some sterek just for you. This is kind of crappy and also not finished completely, but I hope it makes you smile.
Stiles might have been a little more overwhelmed if he wasn’t so good at remembering names.
… Oh, who was he kidding. He was still overwhelmed.
Usually, couples introduced their significant others to their families slowly, starting with immediate family like parents and siblings, and then slowly branching out.
Stiles would have been perfectly happy doing it that way, but when his boyfriend had looked at him with his green-blue-hazel-fuck-it-let’s-call-them-rainbow-colored eyes, he’d agreed with little to no thought.
Stiles had agreed to accompany his boyfriend, Derek, to his family reunion.
Now, staring at the huge building in front of him, he was having second thoughts.
“Dude,” Stiles said slowly, “This is where you grew up?”
“Don’t call me dude,” Derek said, “And I told you my house was large since we had so much space here in the woods.”
“This isn’t a house, this is a freaking mansion!” Stiles exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me your family was rich! I would have worn better clothes! Oh my god, they’re going to think I’m a slob! They’re going to think I’m not good enough for you and disapprove and tell you that you should break up with me instead of letting my poor plebeian self hold you back from the rich life of wonders that you’re meant to live!”
Derek sighed and pulled his boyfriend slightly away from the front door. “Stiles, calm down, you’re getting a little hysterekal,” Derek said gently, trying to calm his distraught boyfriend down a little.
“No, I’m not!” Stiles yelled hysterically. He was so focused on his thoughts of how much Derek’s family was going to hate him, that he didn’t even notice when the front door swung open behind him.
Derek’s immediate family had been hanging around the living room and kitchen, close to the front door, all day, waiting for when he would drive up with the new boyfriend he couldn’t stop talking about. The rest of the family had been passing in and out, excitedly asking if they were here yet, but mostly spending time in the backyard. It was Cora who heard when they drove up and she ran to the front door to peek out the window, before exclaiming, “They’re here, they’re here!”
Their mother, Talia, had made her and Laura promise to let her and their father, Jason, greet them first. Peter, Talia’s brother, would be next. If the boy couldn’t handle Peter, he wouldn’t be able to handle the girls’ combined forces. After sharing a glance, the couple walked to the front door, ready to open it at the first knock. Which didn’t come.
Talia and Jason heard voices on the other side of the door, one of which was not their son’s. The other voice suddenly sounded like it was yelling.
“Is he yelling at Derek?” Cora asked sharply from behind them.
“Maybe it’s not what it sounds like?” Talia said hesitantly, because it certainly did sound like her son was being yelled at by his new boyfriend.
After another few moments of loud words, with no response from Derek, Laura stormed toward the door muttering, “Oh hell no.”
She swung open the door in time for the boy’s next words to meet them.
“No, I’m not! I know how important your family is to you. You told me the reason you never liked girls was because no one could be more beautiful than your mom, Laura, and Cora.”
Derek’s gaze darted to Laura in the doorway, but Stiles was looking away and didn’t notice. He also didn’t notice the panic in his boyfriend’s tone when he said, “No, I didn’t, I never said that.”
“What?” Stiles asked confusedly, “Yes, you did. I asked you when you knew you were gay and you said you never liked girls because none of them were prettier than your mom and sisters.” Before Derek could vehemently refute that statement, Stiles continued. “And I don’t think you’ve realized how intimidating you’ve made them sound. From what you described, your mom and dad are King and Queen Badass, the best dynamic lawyer duo in town. And they probably know my dad who loves me, yeah, but he’d also be the first to let anyone know what a menace I am. Laura is Princess Badass, heiress to the throne, and Cora is so hellbent on being independent that she’s made herself Queen of Sass and Sarcasm when she’s barely sixteen. You told me your Uncle Peter is smarter than anyone you’ve ever met, including Lydia. Lydia is a certified genius, Derek. How am I supposed to converse with someone that’s smarter than her? What if they hate me?”
Derek shook his head. He’d already seen the expressions on his family’s faces and knew that they already loved Stiles, probably more than they loved him. “They’re not going to hate you, Stiles,” he said, preparing to turn him around to face them.
“But what if they do?” Stiles asked, voice quiet and desperate in a way that finally made Derek shift all of his attention to him.
“Hey,” the older man said lightly, framing Stiles’ face with his hands.
“I just… I know their opinions are important to you and I don’t want to put you in a position where you have to choose if they don’t like me. And honestly if you are put in that position and you choose them, I wouldn’t blame you ‘cause they’ve known you your whole life and if they don’t think I’m good enough to make you happy then they’re probably right,” Stiles explained quietly.
Not quietly enough for the other Hales not to overhear, and holy crap if Derek screwed up this relationship, they would end him.
“You’re right, my family does know me really well. Well enough to clearly see that you make me happier than I’ve ever been. If they hadn’t been standing behind you this entire time, they’d adore you simply because I do,” Derek said.
“Okay, if you say…” Stiles paused. “Standing behind me?” he questioned slowly. Derek nodded, smirking. “The entire time?” Stiles asked, horror filling his tone.
“Long enough to hear you explain how Derek knew he was gay,” Laura said. Derek scowled and Stiles whirled around, granting the other Hales their first view of his face.
Wide amber eyes, a cute nose, and a pretty mouth. He was good looking in addition to being sweet and attentive to Derek.
“Stiles,” Talia said stepping forward, “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Hale,” Stiles said faintly, still staring at them with a vaguely horrified expression.
“Please,” Talia said with a grin, “Call me Your Highness.”
Stiles’ cheeks turned bright red, but he must have decided that he couldn’t possibly embarrass himself further, because he bowed with a flourish and corrected himself. “‘Tis a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”
Talia laughed, utterly delighted. Her husband smiled, her brother smirked, her daughters traded grins, and her son looked at his boyfriend with outright adoration.
“You can call me Talia,” she said. “This is my husband Jason, my brother Peter, and Laura and Cora.”
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” Laura gushed, pushing forward. She walked up to Stiles and pinched his cheeks. “Now tell me,” she said, looping an arm through his, “What were Derek’s exact words? How did he describe my beauty?”
“Ooh, I wanna know too!” Cora said appearing on his other side and grabbing his hand so she and Laura could pull him away.
“Well,” Stiles said glancing back at Derek with a smirk, “It wasn’t what he said so much as how he said it. Like there was no possible way any other girl could be as gorgeous, you know. And…”
Peter laughed as the girls dragged Stiles inside. “I have a feeling he’ll fit right in.”
“Yeah,” Derek said with an adorable smile, “I think so too.”
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