the really lost pizza delivery guy

withmyteeth  asked:

Stiles all but gives up on ever finding his red hoodie again until he finds it stashed away in Derek's loft.

A short sterek ficlet for one of my favorite followers.

Stiles ran a hand through his messy hair, groaning loudly in frustration. He was standing in the center of his room, surrounded by a mountain of laundry. He scanned one more time for his signature hoodie before finally calling it. Today, at 10:07 a.m. on September 5th, 2017, his red hooded sweatshirt was officially lost to the void. He hadn’t seen it since the spring; California summer starts early and runs late, and on the first day it was cold enough to wear it he couldn’t fucking find it. What a summer ending bummer. A summer bummer, if you will.

He shot off a quick text to Scott to let everyone know he was gonna be late to the pack meeting, and grabbed his car keys, hoping desperately his dad wouldn’t see the ‘small island village post a hurricane’-esque mess his room had become.

The second thing Derek noticed when Stiles walked in to his loft set his brow in a deep furrow. The first thing was that Stiles was an hour late, and the second was the cyan hoodie Stiles was wearing. It looked crisp and new, and Derek could smell from across the room it had just been purchased, stale department store air clinging to it. Derek wrinkled his nose. It was a total assault on his senses. Stiles was supposed to smell like himself and pack, not the mall. Stiles wore red, not this teal crime against nature. This color actually almost hurt his eyes to look at. The brunette in question was staring at him, eyebrow raised. Derek felt him tense up, probably because his alpha’s intense expression.

Derek guiltily looked away, and continued listening to whatever Erica was saying about the pointlessnss of fingerless gloves.

Stiles shook his head, unsure of what caused the gorgeous alpha to be so annoyed by just his presence, he hadn’t even said anything yet! His heart hurt at that thought, he never expected Derek to return his feelings but being scorned like this was almost too much. Derek looked younger today, like he had finally gotten a bit of rest, but apparently even that wasn’t enough to soften his sour demeanor towards Stiles. Scott clapped him on the shoulder, and shook him lightly, bringing him back to the present. Act normal, he thought.

“Nice threads. New look?” Scott asked good naturedly. Stiles frowned, it was still a sore subject.
“Nah, I can’t find my favorite red hoodie, you know, the trademark Stiles one? I can’t figure it out, I wore it last spring and now it’s just gone. Had to shell out forty bucks for a new one today, everything else has holes in it from our ‘dark forest fun times of nearly being killed by supernatural creatures.” Scott frowned, shaking his head just as Isaac nuzzled into Stiles neck from the side, scenting him.

“You know, I think I saw that one here on the couch like…maybe a week ago?” Isaac interjected, lazily launching himself from Stiles to Erica.

Derek froze, heart rate spiking for moment as his ears blushed red. His untrained betas didn’t notice, but the picture was now clear. He must have left the hoodie he had sneakily taken from Stiles’ floor on the couch last week after he had taken a nap. Smelling Stiles’ scent helped him sleep, and he had been so tired, he didn’t think taking it would be too much of a big deal. He felt guilty, sick to his stomach, and ashamed. His longing after Stiles had never really caused problems before, and he couldn’t fix the problem without giving away he had stolen the hoodie in the first place.

“Really? I must have left it here…but this place is always so clean, why would it have been here a week ago? I haven’t worn it in at least two months.” Stiles trailed off, seeing he had lost everyone’s attention to the pizza that had just arrived. (The delivery guy didnt even get to knoock, the werewolves had already been there waiting. He was so startled Jackson had to catch a few of the toppling boxes.)

A fuck ton of pizza, two twelve packs of soda, and two bad horror movies later, everyone was saying goodbye and filing out of Derek’s loft. As Stiles was leaving, a hand gripped his bare arm firmly where he had pushed up his sleeves.(Derek refused to touch the blue monstrosity.) He looked up at Derek who was wearing the same annoyed expression as earlier.

“I’m sorry I was late, is that why-”

“I need to give you something.”

“Uh..okay, big guy. What’s up?” Stiles blushed, the close proximity being a little overwhelming.

Derek led him to his dresser, and carefully pulled something out of the top one. Stiles noticed he was acting slowly, like whatever was in his arms would fall to tatters or bolt if he moved too fast.

“I’m sorry.” Derek said gruffly, looking away as he held out something stiffly. Stiles grinned, taking the hoodie excitedly.

“My hoodie, you found it! That’s amazing, I’m so fucking happy. But wait, what are you sorry for? It’s in perfect condition, it even smells good.”

“…” Derek didn’t meet his gaze. Stiles stepped closer, touching his alpha’s arm lightly. The firm muscle of his forearm stiffened, and Stiles let go.

“C'mon, what’s up?” The werewolf looked up at him, cheeks burning bright.

“I took it. You didn’t lose it. I took it without your permission and I shouldn’t have.”

“But why, I don’t understand? I don’t think you’d wear it. It’s not really your style.”

“I couldn’t sleep. After the alpha pack and Kate kidnapping me again I didn’t feel safe. I was desperate. You smell like pack and someone I can trust. It helps.”

Stiles blinked, stunned. Derek trusted him. The sexy, badass, leather-clad alpha of his dreams was sleeping with hoodie to feel safe. The pale brunette felt himself flush from his chest to his ears. Derek had been looking less tired recently, and thinking about the countless terrible hardships he’s had to endure was heart-breaking, any kind of relief he got was well-deserved.

“Oh, that’s, it’s totally fine. No worries. No big deal. Keep it. I’m glad it’s been doing a good job.” Stiles rambled, smiling bashfully. Derek looked shocked, unsure.

“You’re not angry with me.” Derek stated quietly. Stiles’ heart broke a little more, Derek apparently thought he’d be furious.

“Of course not, you’re my alpha and my friend. I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe I can help somehow. Like, bring you some of my stuff to keep around or my bedsheets or something.” Stiles yelped when Derek suddenly pulled him forward and scented his neck gently with his nose and stubble-covered chin. He’d seen the alpha scent some of the others before on rare occasions, but he’d never been this affectionate with Stiles directly. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek slowly, and damn did it feel great.

“You know, I could crash in your bed sometimes and then it’d really smell like Stiles Stilinski in here. Would that help?” Stiles was given an answer via Derek yanking his new hoodie off and pushing him towards the king size bed in the corner of the room.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Stiles gulped again. Was it getting hot in here? Was he dreaming? Did he hallucinate from some bad pepperonis on the pizza?

Stiles fell back when the back of his knees hit the mattress, bouncing lightly. Derek crawled on beside him, about a foot away after shucking his shirt and hitting the lights off.
Derek could hear Stiles’ pulse thumping loudly, and a mixture of nervousness and arousal. Derek was startled by his findings, but definitely on board. He’d take whatever Stiles was willing to give him.

Stiles rolled over, facing away from the alpha.
“This would probably work better if you’re c-closer. Like to me.”

Derek hesitantly wrapped his arms around Stiles, nose pressed into the brunette’s hairline. He was overloaded on the familiar scent and it felt so, so good. He could practically feel the stress pouring from his body.

Stiles felt the muscles of his alpha relax, his own body going slack against Derek’s hard muscled chest. After a moment, he felt hot breath tickling his neck. Derek had passed out.

“Wow. That was fast.”


“I hate the blue hoodie. Take it back to the store. Burn it. I’ll give you the money you paid for it.”

Stiles chuckled in Derek’s arms. “Okay, sourwolf.” It was the start of something, he could feel it.

Mikey's Girl (may make this a series, idk though!)

“Hey everybody I want to introduce you to y/n. Y/n these are the guys.” The blonde haired boys best friend said.

“Woa.” Luke thought to himself when he seen her. Mikey sure had scored himself a winner. She was beautiful and the way she laughed made everyone in the room smile.

“Hi I’m Luke. Nice to meet you.” He said shaking her hand.

She smiled at him and he couldn’t help but noticing a blush form on his cheeks. He hoped his friend didn’t notice.

“Michael’s told me a lot about you.” She said smiling.

“Don’t believe a word he says. I’m much cooler I promise you.” He said smiling at the girl.

She giggled and Mikey put his arm around her, holding her close. She shut her eyes and smiled as he put his cheek to her head and smiled. He looked so happy. Luke couldn’t help but to feel a little ting of jealousy.

“Y/n we ordered pizza, I hope that’s okay with you.” Ashton chimed in, knocking Luke out of his trance.

“That’s more than fine, I love pizza.” She said happily.

“My girl.” Mikey said proudly as he kissed her cheek. She smiled and Eskimo kissed him. Luke felt like he could be sick.

“So y/n tell us a little bit about you.” Calum said, sitting down on the couch and cracking open a beer.

“I’m boring, there’s nothing to tell really.” She said shyly as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well, at least tell us how you met.” Calum said, not being the most friendly of hosts - which really didn’t surprise Luke in the slightest seeing as Calum was protective of all of them.

“Well, I was searching through the old cd rack at Target. I was trying so hard to find my favorite Good Charlotte cd from when I was younger, but I couldn’t find it for the life of me.”

“You like Good Charlotte?” Luke interrupted.

“Love them.” She said with a smile.

“Me too. What’s your favorite album?” Luke asked, intrigued as he bit on his lip ring.

“The young and the hopeless.” She said smiling.

“Mine too.” He said smiling at her.

“Okay go on..” Calum said interrupting them and giving Luke a glare.

She blushed.

“And so I’m searching way to the bottom and this very tall, very handsome boy comes up behind me laughing and asks if I need help.” She continued.

“Well to be fair babe you were practically dangling from the bin.” Mikey said giggling.

“I turned around to see who was laughing at me and there he was. Standing there 10 ft tall. So he asked me what I was looking for and I told him and low and behold, he found it for me!” She said happily as he squeezed her hand.

“Then we started talking about our favorite bands and I told him that I was wanting to get into electric guitar. I was using my friends really old one and he told me he could help me find one so he helped me and then we got a bite to eat and it kind of escalated from there.” She said shrugging at Calum.

“Yep. I’m a regular knight in shining skinny jeans.” Mikey said proudly causing everyone to laugh.

“Wait. So you play electric guitar?” Luke asked amazed.

“Umhm. I’m not very good, but I’m learning.” She said shyly.

“Wow. Thats..awesome.” Luke said smiling.

She smiled back and then the doorbell rang.

Ashton answered it and paid the delivery man. He sat the huge pizza box on the table and then sat down on the couch.

“You remember the deal man. You lost the bet so you’ve got to get us all plates and drinks.” Ashton said to Luke.

“Fuck. I forgot.” Luke said groaning.

“Go on bitch boy.” Mikey said taunting him.

“Guys I can’t carry all that by myself.” Luke said complaining.

“Man you know the rules, we can’t help you.” Ashton said shrugging.

“I’ll help.” The girl said.

“Really?” Luke asked surprised.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” She said smiling at him.

“Nah babe, it’s his punishment. You don’t have to help him.” Mikey said.

“No, I don’t want you to have to do it alone. I’ll help.” She said again, smiling at Luke.

Luke gulped. “Okay. Thank you y/n.” He said nervously knowing that he was about to be alone with her.

They got up and walked into the kitchen together.

“Really thank you for this.” He said biting at his lip.

“It’s no problem. Where do you keep the plates?” She asked as she looked around confused.

“There.” He said nodding toward the cabinet.

“So what bet did you lose?” She asked with a giggle.

Luke felt his cheeks flush red.

“They bet me that I couldn’t chug an entire fishbowl of Yager in 30 seconds.” Luke said.

“Well duh, no one can.” She said laughing.

“Well, drunk Luke thought he could.” Luke said with a small laugh.

“At least you had confidence.” She said as she helped him grab beers from the fridge.

“Too much. I lost.” He said shaking his head with a smile.

“Well, maybe next time you’ll win.” She said giving him a wink.

His cheeks flushed red, he could feel it.

They handed everyone their drinks and everyone ate their pizza as stories were told and laughter was exchanged. At the end of the night they all said their goodbyes.

“It was so nice to meet you all.” She said as she gave everyone hugs.

“It was nice to meet you y/n. Hopefully you’ll come see us again soon.” Luke said nervously.

She smiled at him. “Definitely.”

Luke bit his lip and stared at her longingly.

Mikey gave her a kiss and closed the door.

“Luke wishes he had Mikey’s girl” Ashton started singing to the tune of “Jessie’s Girl” as he started giggling.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Luke asked confused, trying to play it off.

“You stared at her all night!” Ashton said bluntly.

“Yeah ya did mate.” Calum said shrugging.

“Yeah you did. I know she’s a catch, but listen here, she’s mine. Got it Lukey?” Mikey said smiling to Luke, but he knew there was some tension there.

Luke just looked at him and Mikey laughed.

“She’d never go for you anyway.” He said- and in Luke’s mind it sounded almost like a challenge.

“You guys are idiots.” Luke said as he turned away as the sound of the other boys laughter filled the room. He went into his bedroom and closed the door. As he thought about the way she looked at him a smile crept onto his face.

“Yeah it’s fine laugh it up. We’ll see who she ends up with. Game on.”

Big Girls Cry

Pairing: Dean x Reader (female)  
Prompt : Imagine Dean breaking up with you so you could have a ‘normal life’, Imagine him coming back to your home town just to find out that you changed.
Half based on Big Girls Cry by Sia.
Part 1!
Word count: 2,710
Warnings: Angst, smut, language?, Dean being a softy, I think you’ll hate me (that’s a warning to me, from me)

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