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Congratulations on 800 followers!!!

Do you still do prompts for it? If yes then can I please ask for a pretend relationship to real lovers with Sterek or Sciles (I know you only ever wrote one story for this ship but it's so so good!)

Thank you 💙

Thank you so much for this prompt anon! I hope you don't mind that I wrote it for Sterek ☺️

"Dude, you need to adjust your angle," Stiles says, grimacing at his laptop screen.

"What?"

"I can see straight up your nostrils. I do not want to see straight up your nostrils."

Derek sighs dramatically and then all Stiles can see is his hand, then a blurry darkness, and then the top of Derek's head but nothing else.

"Oh my god how have you still not managed to work this shit out?"

"What now?!" Derek growls.

"Nothing. Nothing. It's a great view of your hair and forehead. It's fine, ok? It's fine."

"What did you want to talk to me about anyway? Don't you have classes or something?"

Stiles huffs. "It's college, Derek, no one cares if I turn up for lectures as long as I turn my assignments in on time."

"And are you?"

"Yes! Look, this is so not the point of this - I want to call it a video call because that's what it's meant to be but you're more like a disembodied voice at the moment so I'm just gonna call it a call call, ok? Whatever. My assignments are not the point of this call."

The arches of Derek's eyebrows creep into view. "So what is the point?"

"The point," Stiles says, then stops.

"Is?"

Stiles sighs. "I need a boyfriend."

Some more of Derek's eyebrows creep into the frame. "And why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're it."

The top of Derek's head disappears from view, along with his eyebrows and there's a loud crash and an ouch followed by a very weak, "what?"

"Oh my god!" Stiles flails his arms around. "Will you keep up? I need a boyfriend. I lied and told people I had a boyfriend because I'm sad and pathetic and I can't get a real one so I told them I have a really hot boyfriend who loves me and they believed me at first but now they don't so I need a hot boyfriend and you're hot. So."

Derek's shoulder appears on the screen. Then, somehow, a bit of his nose but not much else. "Um," he says.

"Please?" Stiles tries.

Derek sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes for good measure. (At least Stiles thinks he does. He can't actually see them. But the sigh sounds like it's accompanied by an eyeroll.) "Ok," he says. "Tell me what the plan is."

Stiles does.

Over the next few weeks, Derek sends him messages. Sweet ones. Wishing him luck with assignments or saying good night or hoping Stiles has a good day or making plans for spring break when Stiles will be going home for a couple of weeks. There are selfies, too. Cute ones of Derek lying in bed with the caption miss you. Hot ones of Derek working out shirtless. Those ones make Stiles gulp and when he gets a suggestive photo, he has to excuse himself and spend some quality time with his right hand.

(Derek is hot, ok, so sue him for indulging himself for a couple of minutes.)

And then the presents start. A box of candy when Stiles is studying for mid terms. Flowers when he passes. More flowers to celebrate their fake 6 month anniversary. Flowers and candy and champagne on valentine's day.

It's sweet and wonderful and Stiles feels loved and wanted and it's all fake. But he shows them all off. He shows Derek off. He could never get a guy like Derek and he's going to enjoy it for the time it lasts.

Except -

"No one believes me," he says the next time he video calls Derek. "They think I'm sending all this stuff to myself. They think you're a model that I download pictures of and send to myself. They're trying to stalk you on Instagram."

Derek's eyebrows creep into the corner of the screen. "I don't have Instagram."

"I know! I told them that! They said that's very convenient and it's a crime for anyone that hot not to have Instagram."

"They're assholes, Stiles. You need better friends."

"I have better friends. Just...not here."

Derek sighs. "Ok. I'll set up an Instagram."

He doesn't.

Instead, he books a plane ticket, rents a car, drives to Stiles' dorm and politely demands that the first person he sees shows him where Stiles' room is.

Stiles falls off his chair when Asshole Adam knocks on his door and shows Derek in.

"Babe!" he says, recovering quickly. "I wasn't expecting you!"

Derek smiles a smile that could light up the night sky and puts the flowers he's carrying on Stiles' desk before he envelops Stiles in his arms. "I missed you too much."

Stiles buries his nose in the soft leather of Derek's jacket. "Missed you too," he whispers. It isn't even a lie. He's missed Derek. He's missed everyone else too.

(He's almost 19 and he's homesick, ok? He's homesick. Sue him for that too.)

Derek squeezes him tightly and holds him like that until Stiles is ready to let go.

Neither of them notice that Adam has already left the room.

Stiles introduces Derek to his friends (or the assholes, as Derek refers to them). He delights in the dropped jaws, and squirms when they start asking Derek probing questions about their relationship.

And then he watches Derek with new found admiration as Derek handles every question with ease, lightly batting away anything that's too personal and embellishing each anecdote with details Stiles would never have thought of.

"So the two of you are going to squeeze into Stiles' single dorm bed," Asshole Adam says disdainfully, "how very teenager of you."

Derek turns his polite stare towards him and squeezes Stiles' hand under the table. Stiles is very grateful for that, otherwise he might have punched Asshole Adam on his Asshole Nose. "Not at all, I'm booked in at the Madison. Stiles will be staying with me there."

Jaws drop again. Including Stiles'. The Madison is the fanciest hotel in the city and costs a fortune.

"You didn't tell me that part!" he squeaks.

"Didn't I?" Derek says, smiling blandly. "Sorry, I thought I mentioned it."

"No, nope, you definitely didn't."

Derek continues to smile as he stands up, pulling Stiles along with him. He's still holding Stiles' hand. "And on that note, we should head out. Stiles still needs to pack a bag and we have dinner reservations. Lovely to meet you all."

He strides off, then, pulling Stiles along with him.

"Amazing," Stiles breathes. "You're amazing."

Derek chuckles lightly. "Rule one. Commit to the bit. You taught me that."

"Amazing," Stiles says again.

"There's only one bed," Stiles blurts out as soon as he walks into the room.

"I wasn't sure if you'd want to stay," Derek says quietly. "I can sleep on the couch. No pressure here."

Stiles' eyes are shining and his throat is working as he puts his bag down and shakes his head. "We can share."

"It won't be too awkward? For you?"

Stiles shakes his head again. "No. Nope. Definitely not," he says, no longer convinced by his own lie. It will be awkward, just not for the reason Derek thinks.

Derek nods and lets the lie slide. "Ok, good. We can do a cute selfie for you to show the assholes."

"Thank you, Derek. Really, thank you. I didn't expect - you didn't have to do all of this. It's..." Stiles runs out of words and gestures instead.

"It's no problem. Really. I was at a loose end. I still think you need better friends, though."

"I'm beginning to think you're right."

Derek smiles. "Shall we go down for dinner."

And so they do.

Dinner is amazing. It feels like a date. A real date. Derek is attentive and asks questions and lets Stiles ramble about college. He brushes his thumb across Stiles' knuckle when he hears the tiny hitch in his voice as he talks about stuff back home. He doesn't have to. There's no one Stiles knows here. No one is watching them. But he does it anyway.

And afterwards, he picks up the bill and holds Stiles' hand as they go up to their room.

The urge to kiss him is strong but Stiles manages to resist. It's all fake. Derek is just pretending. Just as Stiles had asked him to. Sure, Stiles didn't ask him to go to these lengths but still. He knows what this is and a kiss wouldn't be appropriate.

There's some awkwardness about who's using the bathroom first and which side of the bed they're sleeping but then they're in bed and Derek pulls Stiles close. He grabs Stiles' phone and takes a selfie of them both smiling at the camera, then one of him with his nose buried in Stiles' hair. He sends them both to himself which Stiles thinks is weird because there's no need for him to but whatever. He's just trying to make it look real.

And then Derek puts Stiles' phone down and turns out the lights and then he just...

Doesn't let go.

Stiles is expecting him to. No one is here. No one is watching. There's no reason to keep playing the part. They can sleep on opposite sides of the bed.

But they don't. Derek keeps holding him, wrapped around Stiles' back, and Stiles is lost.

This? This night? This is everything Stiles ever wanted. Since he was 16 and realised that he likes men as well as women. Since he was 16 and realised he liked Derek. Since he was 17 and realised he's in love with Derek. Almost two years. Sure, he's always known Derek doesn't like him like that way. He's squashed his feelings deep down inside himself and pretended they don't exist. He's dated Malia and Lydia and a handful of other people but nothing serious and he's carried on being Derek's friend even though it hurts because the thought of Derek not being in his life at all hurts more than the unrequited feelings.

But now he's here, in Derek's arms, where he's always wanted to be. It feels warm and safe and he feels loved and valued and he knows it's fake but that doesn't stop his heart from hoping.

It's going to hurt when it's over.

It does.

Derek stays for a week. They hang out with the assholes and Derek kisses him hello and goodbye but only on the cheek so it's affectionate and real without being ostentatious. They cuddle every night and wake up in each other's arms every morning. Derek waits for Stiles outside each class so they have as much time together as possible, and brings him coffee in the library when he needs to study.

It's the perfect relationship.

And then Derek leaves and takes Stiles' heart with him.

He's lost after that. He mopes around; spends his time in his dorm room, studying or procrastinating. He doesn't go out with his friends. Derek was right about them.

The messages continue. Several, every day. Stiles treasures each one as a reminder of what he'd had for such a short time. Flowers arrive every Friday. Candy every Tuesday because Derek knows Stiles' busiest day is Wednesday and he needs the sugar rush.

And then Derek sends a selfie. One of them both together where Stiles is asleep in Derek's arms. He doesn't know when Derek took it. The message says I miss you.

Stiles bursts into tears.

Across the country, Derek is also lost. His heart aches. Physically aches. He should have known better to agree to Stiles' plan. He should have known he'd just get hurt. Stiles was just using him to impress his friends. It wasn't real.

It isn't real.

But it feels real.

It feels so fucking real.

Six wonderful nights with Stiles in his arms, warm and solid and just a little bit squirmy because he can't keep still even when he's sleeping. Seven wonderful days of treating Stiles the way he deserves to be treated. Seven wonderful days full of glimpses of what it's like to be loved by Stiles.

And now it's gone.

He keeps sending messages. Flowers. Candy. He keeps up the act that isn't an act and then, when his heart doesn't stop aching, he goes to the airport and gets on the next flight east.

Fortunately there's a flight leaving soon.

Unfortunately it's going to New York, not Boston, but Derek figures it's close enough and he can just drive the rest of the way. It'll only take him four hours or so and he'll arrive early in the morning, before Stiles has to go to classes.

It's a plan.

He spends the entire flight, and the four hour drive, carefully planning out what he's going to say.

It has to be right.

It has to be perfect.

And he knows exactly what he's going to say.

Stiles is still half asleep when there's a knock on the door. His alarm has already gone off, he's supposed to be up and studying before class, but he's bleary eyed and sleep rumpled as he drags himself out of bed and goes across to open the door.

He's expecting it to be Asshole Adam or maybe Cocknose Chad and he's fully prepared to throw them a few snarky words or maybe a punch depending on why, exactly, they're disturbing him at this ungodly hour of 8am.

He's not expecting it to be Derek. In fact, he's so not expecting it to be Derek that it takes him a moment to recognise that it's Derek and when he does, he flails backwards, trips over his own feet and falls harmlessly onto the bed.

Derek's eyebrows laugh at him. Derek doesn't. He closes the door, takes the two steps across to the bed, leans down and kisses Stiles on the cheek. "You ok?"

"Fine. I'm fine. You know the door's closed, right? You don't have to do that -" Stiles gestures towards his cheek "- anymore. They believe me now. Appreciate your help and all but you don't need to do that."

Derek's eyebrows look hurt but that isn't possible, Derek's supposed to be relieved that he no longer has to pretend to be Stiles' boyfriend.

"You're very grumpy in the morning," Derek says and shoves a previously unseen takeout cup of coffee at him.

"I'm not -" Stiles starts to protest but actually Derek has a point. "Sorry. I'm not usually. It's just..."

"Asshole Adam? Or Cocknose Chad?"

"Both? They're just -"

"Pissing you off."

"Exactly." Stiles drinks some of the coffee and runs his hand across his face, trying to get his head together. "Sorry. Can we start this whole conversation again?"

Derek smiles brightly. Stiles didn't know he could smile like that. "Sure. Want me to go out and come back in?"

"No, no, just...pretend I opened the door and said oh hi, Derek, good to see you, come on in and then you said whatever you'd say to that and then you gave me the coffee."

"So I'm pretending I didn't kiss you on the cheek and you didn't tell me I didn't have to?"

"Yes, exactly, that's what we're forgetting."

"Can we just forget the second part of that?"

"And not the part where you kissed my cheek?"

"Yes. I don't want to forget that."

Stiles slowly looks up at him. "You don't?" he says quietly.

"No." Derek sits in Stiles' desk chair and leans forward, elbows on his knees. "It wasn't fake. Not for me. I did it because you asked me to, but it wasn't fake. None of it."

Stiles gulps. He's forgotten how to breathe. He wonders if he's dreaming and digs his thumb into his opposite palm hard enough to hurt. That wouldn't hurt in a dream. He has the right number of fingers and he can read the name on the band poster on his wall. He's not dreaming.

He's definitely not dreaming.

"So you -" he starts, then swallows and tries again. "None of it? The flowers and candy and flying out here. Twice. It's all..."

"Real," Derek supplies when Stiles trails off. "I understand if it isn't for you but I didn't want to - it didn't feel right to just...not say anything."

Stiles stares at him, his throat bobbing around all the words that are bubbling up inside him, and shakes his head. Then he launches himself at Derek, throws himself into Derek's arms and into the warmth of his leather jacket. "It's real for me, too."

Derek wraps his arms around him and buries his face in Stiles' hair. "So can we -"

Stiles lifts his head. "Kiss?" he says hopefully.

Derek laughs softly. "I was gonna ask if we can try this thing. Dating or whatever. But sure, we can kiss."

"Mm, we can definitely try this whole thing. Dating or whatever. But kissing first."

And then Derek kisses him. Tentatively at first, then deeply and thoroughly and Stiles melts in Derek's embrace because kissing Derek might be the best thing ever and he never wants to stop doing it.

Maybe they still have a lot to talk about; words that have been unspoken for so long, future plans, working out how, exactly, they're going to try dating or whatever when they live on opposite sides of the country.

But for now, Stiles just wants one thing.

He wants Derek to make him late for class.

(Derek does.)

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#man I have been on a miscommunication BINGE today #also didn’t realize how much I love the fake dating trope #I need more of that #also very proud of derek for being so forward about his feelings #little emotionally constipated sourwolf is growing up #I feel like a proud parent lol #good for him #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek

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