honestly now i want theo trying to smooze up to stiles in 6b. and then derek meets theo and just instantly hates him. and stiles has never felt so fucking vindicated and happy that he dragged his sourwolf back to bh.
I just got my hair cut and I’m feeling overly emotional, and
I don’t know how these two things relate, but here have some sterek.
They have been together for a while now. They just got their
first apartment together, and saying that both of them were high on love (for
each other) and hope (for a new happy life) would be quite the understatement.
There had been a time when either of them had thought that
they could never have the other, that after Derek left they would never find
each other again, and they had never even thought possible that one day they
could have a place, a home together.
And yet, here they were.
They just finished mounting their new bed, and Stiles falls
on the bare mattress with a satisfied “oof” Derek following shortly after him.
And it’s then that somehow it hits Stiles. It hits him so
hard and so suddenly that he’s so overwhelmed with it that his eyes burn and he
wants to yell it at the top of his lungs, but at the same time the emotion is
so strong that clogs up his throat, and he can barely manage to speak.
So, he just makes a small noise (all he can muster right
now) and rolls over to Derek’s side, throwing one arm over Derek’s body and
burying his face into Derek’s neck.
Derek huffs out a surprised laugh, but promptly starts rubbing
his back soothingly.
“Derek,” Stiles mumbles, when he finds his voice again.
Derek hums questioningly and Stiles hugs him close, a little
bit tighter, before he gets out of his hiding spot and looks up at his
“You’re my best friend.” He says, all intense, earnest and
Because it’s true. Yes, Scott is the friend he knew longer,
they had their high and lows and highs again, and he’s like a brother, but
that’s just it, Scott is his brother.
Derek is his best friend.
Derek is the person that he thinks about first when he’s
thought of a stupid joke and wants to share it with someone. Derek is the one he
looks for when he wants to tell someone about what his favourite character is
going through, even if it’s a show or a book that Derek hasn’t watched yet. Derek
is the name on his lips when he wants to tell or show someone how he managed to
do something, even if it’s just as ordinary and banal as Stiles managing to
doodle a real-looking wolf shadow, he knows that even if his first reaction
would be to roll his eyes, he’d do so smiling in that warm way that always tell
Stiles so many things. Like how loved he is, and how Derek is proud of him, even
for the little things. And Derek is the one that he glances up to look at before
he even knows why.
And that’s why he hates fighting with him so much, because
he’s fighting with his boyfriend and
best friend. And really, there’s no one in his life that can match with everything
that Derek means to him. Derek is his special person, everyone has their
special person, don’t they?
And Derek is Stiles’ person.
And yes, Derek is
his boyfriend, and they had already said their ‘I love you’s to each other a
long time ago, but Derek is also, and maybe most importantly, Stiles’ best
friend too, and Stiles really needs him to know that.
“You’re my best friend,” he repeats, because he needs him to
And of course, because Derek is his everything plus his best
friend, smiles small and understanding, before he leans down to kiss him on the
corner of his mouth, feather-light and all softness, and whispers “you’re my
best friend, too.”
And Stiles knows that Derek understands, because he can see
in his eyes that Stiles is his person too.
You sat smugly in the back of the Jeep and observed Stiles and Derek arguing.
How were you in the situation? 110% Stiles’ fault. You were in the middle of watching a movie when he burst into your house, pleading for help. Long story short, He’d dragged you along to babysit Derek.
“Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth"Derek hissed.
"Woah, it’s not even full moon and your turning into a sour wolf"you gasped sarcastically in the backseat.
Derek rolled his eyes.
"Not you now y/n”
“But the name suits you so well Miguel"you smiled mischievously as you patted his shoulder.
warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)
prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.
AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title. i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now.
beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.
(I know it doesn’t really fit at all. Hush, I made the challnege. I can do what I want.)
“Stiles,” Derek’s voice is the low rumble that Stiles has
long since gotten used to. It also sounds vaguely disapproving. Stiles is
pretty used to that too.
“I know, I know,” Stiles replies putting up a hand before
Derek can finish. “I said that there would be an elevator, but I thought there
was! How was I to know it’s been broken since the 80s?”
Which is unfortunate since he is on the fourth floor and
they have to bring up all his stuff, but he doesn’t have that much stuff. And Scott and Derek are werewolves so, really, they should not be complaining.
“You cannot live here,” Derek continues, as if Stiles hadn’t
“Why not?” Behind Derek, Scott is looking around as well.
His face also seems to be a bit pinched. “Is there something supernatural? Oh
my god, I can’t believe my luck with these things!”
“No,” Derek says. “No, not supernatural but this is… Stiles,
this is a terrible part of town.”