25 Days of Sterek
Day 7 -  Both trying to get the last toy at the toy store

Derek knew he shouldn’t have waited until he got back to Beacon Hills to do the bulk of his Christmas shopping, he knew it, but he didn’t. So here he was at Target hating his existence. 

He had a new baseball bat for Sara, a sketch pad and a new graphite pencil for Mike, and a box set of every seasons of FRIENDS for Danny, all he needed was the light up lightsaber that made the noise every time it was swung for Cara.

After a very busy Target employee pointed him in the right direction Derek found himself in an aisle that had been picked over and ransacked by other shoppers. 

As if there was a light from the heavens shining upon him Derek saw the lightsaber he was looking for behind a stormtrooper action figure and he moved toward it as if in slow motion. 

“Ah, sorry dude, but this one is mine,” A voice said as Derek closed his hand around the side of the box. There were long pale fingers gripping the other side of the box and Derek looked up to see the most beautiful man he had ever laid his eyes on. 

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The New Assistant - smokesforsterek - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“I don’t have an assistant,” Derek barks out as he looks back to the pile of reports he needs to get done. After the last kid that tried to be his assistant left in tears after the first day, he’s decided he didn’t want an assistant at all anymore.

“Well according to Ms. Hale, you do now. She hired me. I must say your sister is very scary-”

“I don’t need an assistant,” Derek barks out.

Or, the one where Laura hires Stiles to be Derek’s assistant.

Actual chat between Shippers and Show Writers:
  • Shippers: You've given us all of this subtext and blatant interaction, why haven't you made them canon yet?!
  • Writers: It's a metaphor you see. You put the shipping thing in the audience's mind, but you don't give it the power of having canons.

[derek voice] stiles??? nah what a nerd such a hyperactive dumbass— [trips] [hundreds of photos of stiles spill out of leather jacket] w-what a fuckign loser i—these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listenfuck [thousands of pictures of stiles scatter across the floor] shit fuck im holding them for a friend jus tliSTEN