it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts
over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic
finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side
of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it
thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.
shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,”
he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in
the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same
spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.
know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to
underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in
the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My
mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”
The next day goes much the same way, with Casey and Derek working together seamlessly all while spouting insults at each other, and George and Nora slowly start to feel silly for being concerned. Their two eldest have always gotten on each other’s nerves, but they’ve also always made a good team when forced to work together. What could be more familial than that? And if they seem to be getting a little too into this assignment, well, it’s only natural. They’re growing up, starting to think about their futures. Goodness knows Casey’s always had a maternal streak, and Derek is so wonderful with Marti… it makes sense that they would both look forward to parenthood. As for the domesticity, well, they do live together. That’s all it is.
That’s what George and Nora tell themselves, and each other, until Nora walks into their home the afternoon of day 3 and overhears the following:
“Ha! Told ya, Casey, she’s a daddy’s girl. Aren’t ya, Lex?”
Surprisingly (and creepily) the thing actually answers him with a little robotic giggle.
“Fine, Derek. You win.”
There’s a brief moment of silence, and then-
“Caseeey, are you seriously gonna be mad about this?”
“I’m not mad, I just don’t like losing. Especially to arrogant jerks like you.”
“Oh my God, are you upset that our fake baby likes me better?”
Another moment of silence.
“You’re so easy.”
“Why does she like you better? Why are you better at this than me?”
“Okay, first of all, she doesn’t actually like anyone, because she’s a robot. Second of all, if I tried to raise an actual baby without you it would be dead by now and you know it.”
“That’s a horrible thing to say.”
“Yeah, but it’s true.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I’ve seen you with Marti.”
“And yet she’d never even seen a vegetable until you moved in here, so what does that tell you? Look, Case, there’s no way you’re not going to make the lamest, most stick in the mud parent ever. But there’s also no way you won’t be awesome at being that because you basically already are.”
Wide eyed, and Nora finally swings the door closed to announce their presence. Casey comes scurrying out of the kitchen with the baby, and Derek follows casually behind her with a sandwich. They both have ‘guilty’ practically written across their foreheads and Nora tells herself it’s just because she caught them genuinely getting along.
She almost has herself believing it by the time George comes home an hour later, but the second she sees him, the few damning words she’s been trying not to think about pop into her head.
Today is the day Derek and You chose to go on your second date. Derek asked you earlier this week to accompany him to dinner. Derek had texted you saying he will be picking you up at 6:30pm and to wear something nice.
You texted back “don’t I always look nice?? O.o LOL” shortly after you received a response saying “ Of course you do, but look extra nice babe.” You do as told. you love any chance to look your best.
you rummage through your closet where you hang most of your sexy and nice clothes. you chose a nice not over the top dress. you bent down search through all your shoes. finding a perfect pair of strappy shoes for your dress. you placed your outfit on your bed and went into your washroom stripping off the clothes on your body, running the shower water to the perfect temperature and stepping into the shower.
one of the best things you love about showering is your shower radio. you turn it on and theres no need to find a station as it is already on your favorite you start singing along to the song playing. “we never learn, we’ve been here before, why are we always stuck and running from the bullet, the bullets” your put some shampoo in the palm of your hands and wash your hair awhile still singing “ just stop your crying its the sign of the times, we gotta get away from here” you condition your hair and rinse. you start washing your body and shaving.
Another good song comes on before you know it your dancing and singing it to. “ jump in the Cadillac girl lets put some miles on it, anything you want just put a smile on it” you finish your shower stepping out onto the shower mat. you dry off your hair and body you go to your sink and brush your teeth and hair before leaving the bathroom and entering your room.
you get dressed in your nice dress and start doing your makeup. you finish getting ready and its almost time to go. you put on your heels and grab your clutch purse to go with your dress. .
you go downstairs and sit on your couch. playing on your phone till Derek gets there. only a few minutes later theres a knock on your door, and assuming its Derek because well who else would it be. you smile excited to see derek and open the door to see..
Stiles. what the f you think and look behind him, back and fourth as if Derek would come up to your house any moment.
“ugh you just gonna stand there looking around or let me in” stiles asked.
you step aside letting the boy in. “ can I help you” you ask kind of annoyed and confused why stiles just showed up at your door.
you gave him the biggest confused look ever. “what are you talking about” you ask still very much confused. stiles sighed.
“you know are connection for many things, like movies, as one example, there is a star wars marathon and dad wont let me watch it right now. it annoys him” stiles says ending with air quotations.
you burst out laughing. “ oh so you thought you could come to my house and watch it on my tv” you state
“no Y/N I just came here to tell you my favorite movie series is on tv and my dad is being an ass.” stiles says clearly full of sarcasm.
“oh well in that case thanks for letting me know bye” you sarcastically say back
Stiles has an offended look on his face while holding his hands to his heart.
“ouch, you don’t want to spend time with your best friend” stiles asks in a fake hurt tone.
You chuckle at him. “stiles I love hanging out with you but I have plans already if you didn’t notice the dress and heels I am wearing” you say.
Stiles looks you up and down and says “oh”
“yeah sorry Stiles Derek will be here any time now, I actually thought it was him knocking at the door” you say politely.
“that’s fine, you have fun with sour wolf, ill just watch the movies alone” stiles says walking into your living room and grabbing the remote to your tv. You follow him in the living room in a hurry
" wait what, I never said “you started to say but were cut off from a knock on the door. You give stiles an obvious glare and went to answer the door.
"Hey hun” you greeted the sexy Derek Hale
“Hey babe, you look beautiful” Derek smiles and you can feel his amazing eyes travelling your figure in the white dress you wore.
“Aw thank you, you look beautiful too” you chuckle
“Where’s your snacks” you hear from inside your house.
“I am guessing stiles is here, I saw what sure looked to be his crap jeep parked and his scent” Derek says
“yeah he dropped by” you speak walking into your home with Derek behind you most certainly enjoying his view.
Stiles comes form your kitchen with a mouth full of cheezies, while the bag of cheezies are in one hand and a can of soda in the other.
“Hey” Stiles spoke with bits of cheezie coming out of his mouth.
Derek looked at Stiles annoyed as ever.
“why is he here” Derek turned his face to you asking
Stiles out on his offended face once again this evening from Dereks question. you sigh and answer “he is just here to watch some movies as the sheriff is busy at home not wanting noise”
“I wouldn’t want stiles around either” Derek smiled
“Don’t be such a sour wolf” stiles says to Derek
Derek and stiles are glaring at each other. I guess that’s our que to leave you thought.
“okay lets get going, and stiles if you make a mess im kicking your ass, then your sore ass is going to be cleaning the mess” you warn stiles
Stiles rolls his eyes walking into your living room. You and Derek head out the front door and into his car.
The drive was nice with small talk.
“I swear Stiles better behave at my house" you laugh
"if not, ill trip his throat out with my teeth” Derek tired saying in a serious tone but he soon smiled after saying that.
“thanks your the beats, gotta love a man that will kill your best friend for you” you laugh
“I would do anything for you” Derek says this time being one hundred percent serious
you give Derek a sweet smile and look out your window watching threes, houses, and stores passing by.
You guys arrive at the restaurant and Derek parks the car. He gets out of his car going to the passenger side to open the car door for you.
“Thank you” you say to Derek for being ever so kind.
You both walk hand in hand to a big dark brown builing that’s in front of you. The building has huge tinted windows in the front of it. The door man held the front door for you and Derek. You both walked in the restaurant.
The place has light wood floors, dark brown tables, and cream color chairs. The walls are dark brown as well and the ceiling is cream color with flowers all over the ceiling and shinning little lights sparkling all around.
“How can I help you” A older looking man asked.
“A table for two” Derek answered
“right this way” the man lead us to a table by one of the big walls of the building. Derek pulled your chair out for you to take a seat. and you thank him. He smiles and sits down.
“A waiter will be right with you” the old man says leaving you two alone.
“This place is nice” you smile looking around. “Thank you for this date” you say turning to look back at Derek.
“Already thanking me and the date just started, I must be good” Derek laughs and you roll your eyes.
“yes your so great” you say sarcastically even though it is true he really is great heck more than great.
A waiter who looks in his early twenties came to your table handing you and Derek menus.
"Is there anything I can get you two to drink" The waiter asked.
“I will have water” Derek responds
“And what can I get you beautiful” The waiter asks you and Derek tenses up a bit with a not so happy look on his face from this boy calling you beautiful.
Who does he think he is calling you that. He should not be able to talk to customers like that. How unprofessional. He cant just call you that in front of him, your his girlfriend, Wait, no your not, not yet anyways.. Derek’s mind went a little wild at the waiters comment. And now he feels like an idiot though you and the waiter have no insight in his head. He felt awkward and stupid for calling you his girlfriend even just in his head. He was so in thought he didn’t even notice you answered the waiter and he had left to get both your drinks.
“So what are you thinking of eating” You ask Derek while looking over your own menu
Derek takes a quick look at his menu “Steak probably” He answers
“that sounds good” You give a small smile. You both look at the menus for another minute. The waiter comes back with your drinks setting them down.
“so what can I get you both to eat” the waiter asks
“I will have the steak well done with side Caesar salad” Derek replies to the water and both the boys turn their heads to you awaiting your answer.
“And for you hun” the waiter asks
Derek clears his throat a little to make his presence known and takes a sip of his water. You glance at Derek and than look back to the waiter and reply “i’ll have the same, steak well done with Caesar salad”
The waiter writes it down and takes your and Derek’s menus and giving you a little smile. Derek gives the waiter boy a glare wile glancing at him as the waiter walks away. You gave Derek a questionable look seeing he glared at the waiter. Derek gives you a tiny smile like nothing happened and nothing is bothering him.
“Your weird” you say to Derek and chuckle
Derek raises his eyebrows at you “ have you met yourself” he asks laughing. You furrow your eyebrows “Uh yeah I have and I think im pretty awesome” you smile.
“I am not disagreeing with that” he says and Derek takes a a hold of your hand smiling at you.
“so far are you liking it here” Derek asks you
“No. so far I am loving it here and being with you” you say being all cheesy
“good, if you didn’t like it here we could of took off somewhere else” Derek says
“no no this is great babe” you smile big
“How was your day, anything exciting happen” you asks Derek
“I worked out most of the time, and got my self ready for this date. the only exciting thing would be right now this date spending time with you” he replies
“well arnt you just a smooth talker” you laugh
“I guess, I make the truth sound smooth” he laughs.
The waiter bring the steak and salad you both ordered. The boy didn’t acknowledge Derek but looked at you and said “enjoy your meal” with a smile and walked away.
You turn to Derek. “Is it me or was he to friendly to me and not very nice to you” you ask and laugh a little. Derek’s face looked surprised you mentioned it. “oh you noticed” he says.
“yeah I did and it was awkward” you reply
“just a little” he laughs
You both start eating your food. After a couple minutes of eating you had to declare your love. For this food of course.
“Gotta love steak, I might have to marry the chief” you chuckle
Derek faked being hurt. “ for your information I am a great cook, so you dint have to leave me for some chief” he says trying to be serious.
“Macaroni and cheese doesn’t count” you pointed out
Derek put on joking angry face. “I am going to cook you dinner” he says dead serious
“we are already eating dinner” you say playing dumb
“Another time smart ass” Derek laughs
You and Derek take more bites of your meals. “so what do you plan on cooking for me” you ask after swallowing some steak
“It will be a surprise, don’t worry you will like it” Derek replies
“I don’t like mac and cheese that much” you joke
Derek sighs jokingly “Im not making damn macaroni and cheese” he chuckled
“Well with all honesty, I cant wait to have whatever you make me for dinner” you smile
Derek smiled. You and Derek enjoy eating more of your food. You guys finish up your food and the waiter came to ask how the bill is being paid and if everything is together. Derek said yes its together and paid with cash.
“Have a goodnight beautiful” The waiter said to you walking away
“He is one lucky boy” Derek says taking your hand walking to his car
“whys that” you asked confused
because I didn’t rip his throat out with my teeth" Derek says partly joking but very annoyed how that idiot boy talked and flirted with you. You laugh
“Are you jealous” you asks
Derek chuckles “No but I do wish that boy had more respect for you and me your date” He says. You nod as your in dereks car driving back to your home.
The ride is peaceful and quite. just you and Derek with smiles on your faces. You watch the scenery passing by through the car window. You get home and Derek turns off his car but stays inside it.
“I would walk you to the door but I don’t want stiles spying on us” Derek chuckles
“I agree” you smile at him
You move in to kiss him and he meets you almost half way your lips smash together. its a tingly amazing feeling all over your body, on your lips,face,neck,chest and down your arms.
"Sleep well babe" Derek says as you both are pulling away.
“You too hun” You smile and get out of the car and walking to your front door going inside.
You walk to your living room hearing the tv. Damn stiles and his movies you think to your self. You see stiles passed out on your couch cuddling a bag of cheezie. His mouth is open and light snores are coming from it. You Smile at your dorky best friend and take the cheezies bag away covering him with a blanket folded up on the back of the couch. You turn off the tv and head up stairs to your room.
You remove your heels and dress and change into a tank top and shorts to sleep in. You go into your bathroom to wash off your makeup and brush your teeth. You jump in bed and your whole date flashes through your mind, you smile at the recent events that have happened tonight and drift off to sleep.
(gifs not mine) The is part 9 to the Derek Hale Story. Read other parts if you have not. Sorry it was very late had a lot going on with moving and my daughter. hope you all understand and enjoy this part.
When she thinks about Derek, the first
things that come to her mind are worlds like « jerk »
« stupid » and « gross » But when she really
sits and think about him (wich she almost never does because she has
better things to think about) she knows there is more to him than
Derek snorts. “Did she bully you into picking a ridiculous name, too?”
Stiles gives him an indignant look. “It’s my real name actually. Well, not my real name real name,” he amends when Derek raises a judgmental eyebrow. “But trust me, you don’t want to know my legal first name. Over twenty years and my Dad still can’t pronounce it correctly. Hell, I’m not even sure I can pronounce it correctly, it’s a fucking monstrosity. Also, Miguel, you don’t have much room to talk, because I’m pretty sure you’re not actually of Spanish descent.”
Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.
Derek’s grandmother relishes setting her single grandchildren up on Valentine’s Day. Only, less ‘setting up’ and more 'forcing them to run a singles-only scavenger hunt where the prize is love or at least sex’.
title; flip the scripts author; silver tears and wasted fears category; life with derek genre(s); romance, humor pairing/character(s); derek/casey rating; T word count; 1,581 summary; “If you’re just the right level of intoxicated, (they would be) and just the right amount devious, (he always is) then you can slur so that kill as in "God, I could just kill you” sounds like kiss as in “God, I could just kiss you.”
Based on the following prompt sent to me by anon with feels:
Oooohhhh, I want the cranki-est little ficlet with single dad stiles with like a brangelina amount of kids and it’s someone’s birthday and the grumpy clown is derek. because dad!stiles makes me wanna have kids.
Sorry it took so long- and it turned out a little different but I hope you still enjoy!
Basics: Sterek, Sciles Bromance (as is my way), T, 5k, No Warnings
(ALSO THIS MIGHT BE A NEW LOW FOR ME IN TERMS OF TITLES. I am very tired. If you have a better one, please let me know.)
The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the
epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is
until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of
some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from
falling down the entire flight of stairs.
As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the
record, that this is Scott’s fault.
It was Scott who found out that the work of rogue hunters
such as Kate Argent and the Calaveras had left many werewolf children orphaned.
It was Scott who discovered that many of them had difficulties finding adoptive
families or even stable foster homes due to their quick tempers, tendency to
hear things they shouldn’t, propensity for smelling everything, and the small
issue of sometimes turning into tiny werepuppies.
Yeah, apparently most foster parents are a bit freaked out
But, still it is Scott’s fault. Because it was Scott’s idea
that they had to help and it was Scott’s blend of resolve and puppy-eyes that
had somehow convinced the over-worked social worker to allowed two unmarried
22-year old recent college grads to be foster parents.
Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.
And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.
(Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they’re neighbors.)
In which Stiles Stilinski attempts to finish his first draft of his new novel while being utterly distracted by the shenanigans happening next door - which generally involve his hot new neighbour engaging in physical labour. Whether it’s a hoe, a trowel, a hammer or a nail gun, watching Derek get dirty and sweaty is a thousand times more interesting than meeting a deadline.
Stiles has a crush and a dog, Derek has baggage and a little girl, and together, they just might make it work.
Stiles never imagined he’d be 21 and have a three book deal with a decently respected science fiction publisher. He’s been trying to find a way to balance writing the second book in the series with finishing his junior year of college. He was doing pretty well, if he did say so himself.
Enter Derek Hale, new junior agent at the Hale and Argent Agency. He’s the brooding, grumpy, extremely sexy literary agent who has been given Stiles’ option because he’s been late on a few deadlines.
The set was busy; people bustled about with their various jobs. No one seemed to notice, or maybe they just didn’t care, as the gangly boy looked about nervously. He was all skin and bones, a track of moles across his light skin. He carried a bag across his shoulders, a coffee cup in his left hand and a curious look on his face. There was nothing remarkable looking about him at all, and perhaps, that was the most remarkable thing.
Stiles Stilinski would call himself a starving artist except for the simple facts that he is neither starving, nor does he know anything about art (unless you consider a novelist an artist, which Stiles only does sometimes). So when his best friend insists he accompany him to a show in the city, Stiles thinks it will probably be the most boring evening of his life.
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest. Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it. So much so that he’s even drawn into the fandom. There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten. Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles…
now im all emotional because of that prompt.. and the only way for them to be with each other is for one to leave their respective universe. leaving behind family,friends, etc. a spell is required to do so and there are no take backs. once you leave you cant return. \\ and for sterek i can imagine canon derek doing this, since he doesn't really have much to lose. and maybe take that big leap can lead to happiness for him. who knows ?? \\ excuse me while i cry about it.
Oh god, if it’s canon Derek though… can you imagine Stiles going away to college, and the’re casual friends/allies whatever, and then Derek starting to skype with him while he’s away - just a casual thing at first, something about a witch in the area that Derek needs researched. But something sparks in that conversation and then they just keep talking, start calling each other up to chat about random things, unimportant things, open up more and get close to each other, and they both start to realize they have feelings for each other, and by the time Christmas break comes around they’ve already shared all kinds of late night confessions Derek didn’t think he’d ever be able to say to anyone, and even with the distance between them, even without the help of scent or the tells in a heartbeat Derek absolutely believes Stiles loves him too.
When Stiles gets his flight home Derek promises he’ll go meet him in the airport… but when he gets there, and Stiles is there, flying home for Christmas, he looks at Derek like he’s totally surprised to see him, a little pleased maybe but mostly just confused, and he acts like they haven’t spoken since August. Just completely ignoring everything they’ve shared with each other since then.
And Derek goes home totally shattered because of course Stiles decided they weren’t a good idea, of course Stiles was happy with this long distance… whatever they had, but the prospect of actually moving this into a real, in person relationship made him realize how very much he didn’t want Derek. …But he’d expected that Stiles would at least be upfront about it, not just pretend the last four months hadn’t happened.
When his phone starts ringing with an incoming Skype call, he almost ignores it. But maybe Stiles had just panicked before, or maybe he’s calling to apologize…
But instead he’s confronted with a visibly upset Stiles who spends thirty confusing seconds asking if he’s ok before snapping at him for abandoning him in the airport.
“If you’d changed your mind about… that’s… that’s whatever, Derek, but you could’ve at least called me so I could get another ride, so I didn’t have to ride home in a taxi feeling like crap and trying not to cry in front of total stranger.”
Which makes… no sense, alright? But the anger in Stiles’ tone is real, and why would he lie about something like this anyway, and suddenly Derek’s wondering if he’d driven some kind of shapeshifter home. Stiles doesn’t believe him at first but eventually agrees to come to the loft to talk things out, and Derek waits for him to show up, and waits… and waits.
And eventually Stiles calls again, pale and shaky, and Derek can see the loft’s lobby in the background. Stiles asks Derek to come down to him, to stay on the line while he does, and Derek doesn’t understand why Stiles is refusing to just come upstairs but he goes along with it, and grumbles the whole way down, but when he gets to the lobby it’s empty.
But Stiles, according to the background of the skype call, should be standing right in front of him.
Eventually, after a lot of panicking and disbelief, they realize what’s really going on. That somehow (“that damn witch had been trying to manipulate reality, seems like she had more of an effect than we’d thought”) Derek’s skype has connected in to an alternate — similar but apparently quite alternate) universe.
And Derek and Stiles have somehow fallen in love with the wrong versions of each other.