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batwynn 17 hours
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Tyler Hoechlin's mom replying to a tweet about her son knotting Stiles is ong the only good thing that has come out of that movie sxhdcdvdjxxd馃拃馃拃馃拃
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not Hoechlin鈥檚 mom being on Sterek twitter and retweeting this i-
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clotpolesonly 3 days
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A Working Vacation
for the Stiles Shipping Central discord server鈥檚 monthly ficlet exchange!! @get-your-ass-in-the-impala requested funny, so i hope this delivers XD
(ps this is my 200th fic on ao3 and that鈥檚 fucking CRAZY yo)
| Sterek | G | 1.3k | Bed & Breakfast | Meet-Awkward | Humor |
(also on AO3)
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There was no one behind the front desk. Stiles had forgotten what room he was in, the keycard didn鈥檛 have the room number on it, and there was no one at the front desk for him to ask. What kind of bed and breakfast鈥攐ne that prided itself on being a wholesome, caring, family establishment, no less鈥攋ust left the desk entirely unsupervised in the middle of the day? That was no way to run a business and he was seriously considering writing a strongly worded Yelp review.
But he couldn鈥檛 do that until he got back into his room. That was where his laptop was. Which he needed for a Zoom-call business meeting in half an hour; Lydia would have his head if he was late for another one of those.
He rapped his knuckles on the wooden countertop and called, 鈥淗ellooooo鈥︹
The girl who鈥檇 checked him in that morning鈥擟ora, if he remembered correctly鈥攄id not appear before him to answer his question, nor did any of the other presumed family members working at this family establishment. The front desk remained woefully unattended. The computer screen hadn鈥檛 gone dark, so they couldn鈥檛 be too far away, could they?
Absently, Stiles noted that the computer was also unlocked.
Stiles noted this again, significantly less absently.
He was not allowed to use their computer to look up his room number himself. Cora had seemed like the type to rip his arm off of his body and beat him with it if he stepped out of line, and jumping over the counter to invite himself into their system would probably be considered really far out of line. He should wait here until somebody with the proper authorization came back to look it up for him.
He waited patiently. For about twenty-two seconds.
He would be worried about security cameras if this wasn鈥檛 a tiny podunk establishment on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. He was impressed they even had electronic keycards, much less CCTV, so he only hesitated a bit before jumping up to slide himself across the countertop to the other side. The computer was old and slow to respond, but everything was very clearly labeled on the desktop and it didn鈥檛 take him two minutes to find the list of rooms and their occupants.
鈥淩oom 16,鈥 he muttered to himself. 鈥淩oom 16, that鈥檚 me. They should really put the numbers on the鈥斺
The bell above the lobby door jingled. Stiles froze as a pair of fatigued-looking travelers lugged their suitcases in from the parking lot.
鈥淎 room for two, please,鈥 one lady said, southern drawl matching her fluffed up, mile-high hair. Stiles鈥 mouth opened to say that he did not, in fact, work here, but before he could, she added, 鈥淒o y鈥檃ll have a pool? I brought my suit but the last place we stopped didn鈥檛 have so much as a hot tub, can you believe that?鈥
鈥淵es,鈥 Stiles said automatically. 鈥淭here鈥檚 a pool around the back. It鈥檚 only open until six, though, so make sure you get in before then.鈥
The lady鈥檚 husband asked, 鈥淐leaned regularly?鈥
鈥淵es, sir.鈥 Cora had assured him as much that morning.
鈥淕ood man!鈥 the husband said with a grin. 鈥淲hat room鈥檚 got the best view?鈥
鈥淯h, well鈥︹ Stiles鈥 fingers moved without his say-so, bringing up the clearly labeled map of the facilities. 鈥淚f you鈥檙e early-risers, you鈥檒l want an east-facing suite. You don鈥檛 have to worry about city skylines out here, so you鈥檒l get a perfect sunrise view. I鈥檇 recommend the west for its sunsets, but those suites look out over the parking lot." He waggled a hand. "It鈥檚 well-maintained, as far as parking lots go, but the uninterrupted forest view to the east is just鈥斺
He made the chef鈥檚 kiss noise and the tourists laughed heartily.
"We also offer home-cooked meals for breakfast and for lunch!" Stiles put in. "You're on your own for dinner, but there are a number of restaurants in the town a few miles down the road. I can vouch for them personally, and I would recommend the鈥"
"What are you doing?"
Stiles jumped a mile high. He whirled around to find a man behind him. A stunningly beautiful man who was not Cora but was clearly related to her, with the same high cheekbones and kaleidoscope eyes. He looked both baffled and offended.
Stiles blinked. "I was鈥ust鈥"
"He was about to give us our room number," the lady jumped in cheerfully. "He tells us the east side has the best view!"
"That's right," the actual employee said slowly, stepping up to edge Stiles out from in front of the computer. "Room 22 is free."
Stiles leaned against the back wall, cringing internally, as he got them checked in properly and sent them on their way. He cringed externally as the guy turned to squint at him.
"Okay, so, I came in to ask a question but nobody was in here and the computer was unlocked and I waited but nobody came back and I just needed to check one thing and then people came in and they asked about the pool and I was already back here and I didn't wanna鈥"
The guy raised a hand to stop him. "What was the question? The first one?"
"My room number," Stiles admitted sheepishly. "It's 16."
The employee checked the log. "Well, Stiles," he said, with the familiar undertone of what the hell kind of name is that to his voice, "we don't usually let people behind the counter."
"Yeah, I figured, but I was just鈥"
鈥淗elping customers, apparently.鈥 He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. He wasn鈥檛 smiling, but there was a particular quirk to his mouth that said he might be fighting one down. His eyebrow rose. 鈥淰ery nefarious of you. We might sue.鈥
Stiles wouldn鈥檛 have been half as embarrassed if he鈥檇 been caught out by someone less attractive, but the pretty eyes and the bone structure and the bulging biceps now on full display before him all added up to him being on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
鈥淚 am very sorry, please don鈥檛 sue me, mister鈥?鈥
The obvious answer was Hale, considering that was the name on the sign out front, but the very attractive man offered up 鈥淒erek鈥 instead. The ease of it did nothing to diffuse Stiles鈥 blush. Nor did the unsubtle once-over Derek gave him.
鈥淥h,鈥 Stiles said. 鈥淥kay, uh, well, that鈥檚 good! Thanks for that. Lydia鈥攎y business partner, that鈥檚 Lydia鈥攕he would kill me if I missed our Zoom meeting for litigation purposes.鈥
Derek cocked his head. 鈥淶oom meeting?鈥
鈥淵eah, we need to discuss some quarterly projections, which we really should鈥檝e done before I left for vacation, but I鈥檒l be the first to admit that my time management skills are not what they should be for someone in my position, and my laptop is in my room which is why I needed the鈥斺
鈥淲hat time鈥檚 the meeting over?鈥
Stiles blinked at him. 鈥淭hree-thirty, probably. Why?鈥
鈥淚 get off at four.鈥
Derek promptly turned back to the computer, leaving Stiles to stare at his broad back and comprehend the implication of those words. It took him long enough that Derek glanced back鈥攖hat smile had finally broken through to grace Stiles with its presence, more than a little mischievous鈥攁nd jerked his head at the counter. Cheeks burning anew, Stiles hoisted himself gingerly across it.
鈥淔our o鈥檆lock, then,鈥 he declared, once both feet were firmly on the lobby floor. 鈥淚鈥檒l be here. I guess. For, like, coffee, or something? Bit early for dinner. If that鈥檚 what you meant, I mean, I could be wr鈥斺
鈥淚 was thinking I鈥檇 go for a swim,鈥 Derek said. 鈥淧ool鈥檚 open until six, you know.鈥
Stiles鈥 mouth went dry. 鈥淵eah. Yeah, I do know that, we totally can鈥 Okay.鈥
When all Derek did was duck his head to hide a laugh, Stiles decided that was his cue to leave, before he said or did anything embarrassing enough to make Derek change his mind. He had no idea what about this situation had made him appealing, but it had, and he was going to make the most of it.
This was gonna be one hell of a vacation.
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tisfortimm 2 days
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We all know Stiles is Polish, at least, as far as I鈥檓 aware and from every fanfic I鈥檝e read. But where do we stand with Derek? What鈥檚 canon say? Or what has the fandom decided? I NEED ANSWERS.
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Stiles: I think my water just broke
Derek: *sleep deprived* That's okay, we'll just get you a new one
Stiles: ...
Derek: Oh! You mean you body water, yeah that's much worse (source)
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house-ad 2 days
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"dad."
derek grunts into his pillow, face down, and has a brief, sleepy thought about suffocating himself with it.
"dad, i had a nightmare. can i sleep with you?" there's a very insistent poke to the side of his head to punctuate the question.
derek wants, desperately, to slip back into the warm dream he'd been rudely dragged out of. tendrils of sleep cling on, fogging up his head, but he cracks open an eye and turns to glare blearily at eli, standing beside the bed in the pitch dark.
the pup is clutching a worn, well loved stuffed wolf to his chest (black because stiles thinks he's funny). it's got about a million patches on it, and the ear is worn because he sucked on it as a toddler. at the old, mature age of eight (and six months!!) it's a rare sight on the pup's person. he peers down at derek, pouting softly, and derek sighs.
he rolls over, upsetting stiles, who'd been clinging to his back, and makes room for eli to clamber onto the bed, slipping under the offered arm holding the blanket aloft for him as stiles resettles with a sleepy mumble about something involving starfish, the two accidentally mirroring each other as they press up against derek's sides.
"you want to talk about it, pup?" derek asks, voice gruff. stiles begins to drool. derek wants to say that it disgusts him, but embarrassingly, he finds it endearing.
eli nuzzles against his shoulder and lets out a small, happy rumble 鈥 not a purr, stiles, they're wolves, they do not purr 鈥 and shakes his head, dark hair tickling derek's clavicle.
derek sighs again, and tucks eli close to him, letting the pup draw comfort without hesitation. he lulls eli to sleep by rumbling, low in his chest, the way that his mom used to after he had a nightmare and crawled into her bed, seeking comfort the same way that his son is.
it doesn't wake stiles, but he does cling a little harder, drawing closer to the noise and slipping a leg over derek's, tucking a foot under his knee, fingers twitching against derek's bare stomach.
it's impossible to go back to sleep, sandwiched between his mate and his eight-year-old son, because all three of them run hot, and within minutes, derek is sweating.
he grits his teeth and bears it, rumbles softly until the sun comes up.
one sleepless night is worth this 鈥 his son's stuffed wolf crammed against his ribs, his mate's drool creating a puddle in his chest hair, the sweat causing his sleep pants to cling to his legs. he kisses eli's forehead and rubs a hand through stiles's short hair, content.
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anneangel 23 hours
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It tires me when people come and complain that I can't ship male characters in a fiction show because there is no explicit homoerotic relationship and that this is a fantasy in my sick head, claiming that excessive shipping every male character is harmful to the male friendship representation.
Hey, are they real people? Not. Are they offended that I ship them? No, after all they don't even exist.
The act of shipping does not nullify the characters' friendship, primarily because "friendship" is nothing more than a sign for mutual affection, sympathy and appreciation between people. A friendship needs reciprocity (and anyway, there is love on some level) - on the other hand, a romantic love can be one-sided and unrequited (I would say then that friendship is harder to live than romantic love).
On the other hand, if you feel so "attacked" to see two guys exchanging affection, regardless of what kind of love it is, why you feel hates this?? What's wrong with loving someone?? To show affection To see fictional characters in love? What about this affects your masculinity so much??
Furthermore: The Show is mere entertainment, which is nothing more than a way to make people engage in an activity that goes according to our vague desires, emotions and interests, while we rest our minds and momentarily forget that real life sucks. This is entertainment!!
If I want to ship the characters that's just up to me, if I eventually meet other like-minded people, better for me. If the ship is not canon ok, I respect the original plot, but as mere entertainment I can still enjoy shipping the characters for my fun and happy, and this isn't hurting anyone really.
If you don't agree with the shipp, find other people who think like you and stay with them, without getting into trouble.
The excuse that "you can't ship this because it's not real" is not valid! Why? Darlings, the ENTIRE show is not real!! Do you know what fiction is???
Now wanting to come to me and impose that I can't ship the characters just because your masculinity is so fragile that you can't see two mens exchanging affection and people rooting for it, without you freaking out, that's your problem! ONLY yours!!!
Look for a psychoanalyst to understand this neurosis of yours, if it's making you freak out that much!!
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imagine-sterek 2 days
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Imagine a Sterek Wednesday Au. Where stiles is sent to Nevermore where his mother went to and he鈥檚 plagued by these visions that he can鈥檛 control. And Derek is his werewolf roommate who has trouble with his self control and can鈥檛 shift.
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(The timing of this is brilliant, because I quite literally just started watching Wednesday)
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Do you know any fics that were raved about in 2021 I鈥檓 fine with any pairing but my go tos are steter and sterek
Sure. Here's what I liked anyway.
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do you know how to do take-aways?聽by聽elisela
(1/1 I 2,347 I General I Sterek)
He can't catch himself before he laughs. "What made you decide to call 911?"
"My teacher said if you ever need help you can call," Talia says. "And I really need help. What's seven take away three?"
Knit Away聽by聽pprfaith
(1/1 I 4,196 I General i Steter)
How Stiles saved the pack, one stitch at a time, without actually noticing.
(Author has run out of yarn craft pun titles, send help.)
It's Insanity, but...聽by聽rosepetals42
(12/12 I 79,678 I Mature I Sterek)
The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he鈥檚 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鈥檚 fault.
Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he's very specific on that fact.)
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ryanguzmaan 18 hours
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I love the fact that it's been years since Teen Wolf ended and I'm still finding "new" Sterek fics to read. Still finding new (old) authors to enjoy. Still finding fics from 2011/2012/2013 that I haven't read yet. This is such a big fandom, full of soooo much talent. I love it so much
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phantom-crows 3 days
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Do you need your 150k fic to be 60 chapters or 3 answer quick
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Hey! Remember the above moodboards? Remember I promised a fic? Well guess what? I did it! Chapter 1 is uploaded and while the chapters will be released on a schedule I can confirm they are all written. Hope you like it :)
Not all treasure is silver and gold (1/10 | Mature)
Can you believe it is almost exactly a year since I said I was going to write this?
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raisesomehale 2 days
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light a spark || chapter 5
WC: 17152 Rated: T Tags: | Post s2 | Canon Divergent | Canon Revisited | energy bond | Alpha!Derek | Spark!Stiles | fluff & humor | Stiles harbors Derek in his bedroom |
The actual studio space inside of Glazed Ware Inc. is considerably larger than its intimate lobby.
There are two long, steel working tables with a dozen stools set up around each one to provide ample working space for customers who have come in to sculpt or paint or hand build. There are two doors behind the tables that lead to a drying room and the kiln yard outside, and on the other side of the tables, are the handful of pottery wheels.
Which Derek immediately starts heading towards.
鈥淲hoa,鈥 Stiles drawls, hand coming out to grip Derek鈥檚 arm, 鈥淪low your roll, cowboy. The wheel isn鈥檛 something you just sit down at one day and start using. We gotta start you with something a little more basic.鈥
鈥淚鈥檝e faced supernatural entities of mass destruction all my life.鈥 Derek raises a single, pointed eyebrow. 鈥淚 think I can handle a pottery wheel.鈥
Stiles gives him a teasing look. 鈥淧roves how much you know.鈥
Derek rolls his eyes, huffing. 鈥淲here鈥檚 the clay?鈥
鈥淲e can use freshly pugged clay since it鈥檚 recycled and unsellable,鈥 Stiles turns and starts towards the white barrel against the wall where pugged clay is kept. He opens the lid and fishes out a few cylinders for both of them, handing Derek half as he straightens. 鈥淎nd now? We wedge.鈥
They take their clay over to the wedging table set off in the corner. The table is made from a textured, absorbent material that makes it possible to wedge against, and Stiles demonstrates how. He takes one of the pugged cylinders and starts to knead it against the board, two hands pushing it away and back in a rocking motion intended to homogenize the clay particles; ensuring the smoothest throwing experience.
Derek picks up the motion easily. In fact, because of his superstrength, he even ends up finishing all of his wedging before Stiles does.
鈥淵ou grew up in a competitive household, didn鈥檛 you?鈥
鈥淢ost of us were werewolves,鈥 Derek says, reaching over to grab one of Stiles鈥 still un-wedged cylinders to start wedging it for him, arms flexing from forearm to bicep with the motion, 鈥淲hat do you think?鈥
Read the rest on Ao3鈾
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clotpolesonly 2 days
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Happiness Is
the one (1) fic to come out of my 鈥渆verybody send me all the prompts for november, i鈥檓 gonna write so much stuff!!!!鈥 endeavor 馃槵馃槄 obviously that did not happen. but hey, now i have a spreadsheet full of prompts that i can still write whenever the inspiration and motivation strike, so there鈥檚 that!
this one was prompted by @nerdherderette 鉂
| Sterek | 1.4k | Gen | Established Relationship | Christmas Shopping | Derek Hale Is A Hopeless Romantic | Oblivious Stiles Stilinski | Tooth-Rotting Fluff | Hand-Holding |
(also on AO3)
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It was cold out. Maybe that was part of the problem.
Beacon Hills was northern enough that snow was a guarantee in the winters, but it was only a few days after Thanksgiving and it hadn鈥檛 quite hit them yet. There was plenty of fake snow, though, as all the storefronts decked their halls six ways to Sunday, and the crisp late-autumn breeze was plenty cold enough to warrant sweaters and scarves and knitted hats pulled low over ears. Derek was starting to wish he had worn gloves.
If his fingers were going numb, it stood to reason that Stiles鈥 fingers were too, especially with how much he sent them whistling through the air to punctuate whatever point he was making. Derek had sort of stopped listening. He was fully concentrated on his goal.
As they meandered down Main Street, past brightly lit storefronts full of loudly advertised Christmas-themed merchandise, Derek sidled in close and made another grab for Stiles鈥 hand. His fingers slid off the back of it, the hand leaping up to gesticulate another very important talking point.
Goddamn it.
It had to be cold-induced numbness. Honestly, that was the only explanation at this point for how he hadn鈥檛 noticed the last three times that Derek had tried to take his hand. Either that or he really was just so absent-minded that all the bumps and brushes and points of contact were forgotten as soon as they registered.
Derek fought not to growl in frustration. This was so dumb. He just wanted to hold Stiles鈥 stupid hand. Was that too much to ask for? Why did he have to make it so difficult?
Derek kicked a fake pine cone, dusted with fake snow, off the sidewalk with prejudice.
鈥淥h yeah,鈥 Stiles said, turning all the way around to point back at the pine cone as they passed it. 鈥淚 wanna get me some of those! Put 鈥榚m up around the house, make it feel cozy and shit. Dad thinks that鈥檚 a waste of money but Melissa likes the vibe, and we all know Dad can鈥檛 say no to Melissa, so if I give them to her to bring over, I鈥檓 in the clear.鈥
Stiles鈥 hands fell back to his sides. The left one was right there, barely six inches away from Derek鈥檚 right. Now, if it would just stay put long enough for Derek to鈥
It slid right out from under Derek鈥檚 fingers, up up and away to point at some sale notice in a window down the street. The explosive sigh that Derek couldn鈥檛 contain finally caught Stiles鈥 attention. Derek, unbalanced by his latest attempt, was now standing far closer than was reasonable.
鈥淒ude,鈥 Stiles said, confused. 鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥
Derek鈥檚 face, already reddened by the cold wind, flushed even more. 鈥淣othing.鈥
Stiles鈥 eyes narrowed in benign suspicion. 鈥淎re you sure?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not doing anything!鈥
Not successfully, at least. He was fucking trying.
Stiles held up his hands in surrender. 鈥淥kay, okay! There鈥檚 just one more store up here that I wanna check out鈥擜llison鈥檚 getting back into watercolors and Lydia said there鈥檚 decent art supplies on sale in there鈥攁nd then we can head back to the car. Unless you want to head over to the park and look at the lights?鈥
The display the city put up every year was beautiful, every tree wrapped up in strings and strings of fairy lights and sprinkled with decorations. Derek would be lying if he said he hadn鈥檛 thought about going there with Stiles, watching his face light up more than the trees, sharing in the experience together. Walking hand in hand down the narrow lanes, like Derek鈥檚 parents used to every year, the kids following in their wake like ducklings. It had been a quiet, indulgent fantasy, something that he鈥檇 tucked into his back pocket a long time ago alongside all the other silly, overly-romantic things he wouldn鈥檛 admit to wanting.
鈥淥r we can just go to your place and watch a movie,鈥 Stiles suggested easily, when Derek took too long to respond, already starting to walk again. 鈥淚t鈥檚 cold as balls out here anyway.鈥
鈥淣o!鈥
Stiles stopped and turned back, eyebrows raised.
鈥淚 mean鈥斺 Derek stuffed his own hands hastily into his pockets; they had been reaching out again. 鈥淣ot no to the movie, that鈥檚 fine, I just meant鈥 We can go see the lights.鈥
Stiles nodded slowly. 鈥淥kay. Store, lights, home for movie. Sounds like a plan to me.鈥
He kind of looked like he thought Derek was a little crazy tonight, but he managed to make it look fond. It was good to know that weird, erratic behavior wasn鈥檛 enough to run Stiles off. They had only been dating for three weeks, and they had been busy weeks with not a lot of time to actually spend alone together. This outing was their first proper date, if shopping for Christmas presents together really counted as a date. It felt like one to Derek, but maybe Stiles felt differently. He didn鈥檛 know all of Stiles鈥 dating preferences yet. Hell, for all Derek knew, Stiles didn鈥檛 even like holding hands and he鈥檇 been trying this whole time to brush Derek off without hurting his feelings!
That would be fine, mostly, Derek told himself. He could date someone without hand-holding. It was a silly, childish kind of thing to want anyway. He didn鈥檛 need it.
He told himself that repeatedly throughout the fifteen minutes Stiles spent perusing art supplies for Allison. He kept telling himself that as Stiles tried to super sneakily slip a leather sketchbook that Derek had been eyeing into his order without Derek noticing. He almost succeeded in convincing himself of it as they made their way diagonally through the square toward the park.
Derek hadn鈥檛 been to see the lights in years. Not since before he鈥檇 left town. He knew some of the pack had come in previous years, but he hadn鈥檛 really felt like joining them on their double- and triple-dates, and it wasn鈥檛 the kind of thing that felt right to go to alone. No matter how much he鈥檇 imagined it, he hadn鈥檛 even thought to consider actually asking Stiles to come with him, new as their relationship was. Or maybe he had just resigned the whole experience to being a thing of the past.
As the lights came into view, though, they brought with them all the wonder they had when he was a child. He鈥檇 half-expected it to have been a rose-tinted glasses kind of deal, aggrandized in his memory by how much he missed the people he鈥檇 experienced it with. But it wasn鈥檛. Every limb of every tree, sparkling all around them like something out of another world. His father had always called them fairy lights no matter how much his wife teased him for it. Surrounded by light, Derek could still hear the laughter.聽
Cold fingers found Derek鈥檚. He startled. Looking down, he followed fingers to hand to arm to shoulder, all the way up to Stiles' face, still turned toward the display. It was a long moment before Stiles looked back at him. The smile on his face was brighter than any fairy light.
He didn鈥檛 say anything. He just turned his hand to lace their fingers together more securely and squeezed. Cold as his skin was, Derek suddenly felt warmed all the way through. He smiled back.
鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 sure if you鈥檇 want to鈥︹ Stiles waggled their joined hands a little. 鈥淣ot everybody鈥檚 big on hand-holding.鈥
鈥淣o!鈥 Derek said, face flushing. 鈥淚 mean, yeah, I鈥 I don鈥檛 mind.鈥
Stiles laughed, head ducked. Then his head snapped up, eyes narrowed with sudden and inconvenient perceptiveness. 鈥淲ait, is that what you were doing earlier? Were you trying to hold my hand and embarrassed about it?鈥
Derek opened his mouth to deny it, but the utter mischievous delight in Stiles鈥 face robbed him of the words. Instead, he said, 鈥淚n my defense, you were making it really difficult. Would it kill you to hold still for five seconds at a time?鈥
Grin so wide it must be hurting his face, Stiles said, as dryly as he could, 鈥淵ou know, I think it might.鈥 He dragged their hands up between them and pressed a kiss to the back of Derek鈥檚. 鈥淚鈥檒l try, though. For you. How鈥檚 that?鈥
His eyes were sparkling, reflecting a thousand tiny points of brilliance from all around them, and his lips were warm where they stayed, grinning, pressed against Derek鈥檚 skin. Their hands fit perfectly together.
It was better than anything Derek had dared to imagine.
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The Bucket List
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Summary: When Stiles gets his diagnosis, Jackson proves himself helpful by adding things to Stiles鈥檚 bucket list.
Tags/Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Medical Diagnosis, Getting Together, Stiles Stilinski & Jackson Whittemore Friendship, Good Peter Hale, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Frottage, Alternate Universe - No Werewolves, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf) Lives
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 11365
Written for the @sterekexchange for @sivan325 - authors were just revealed so I can actually share! Thanks to my beta @lalelilolusworld!
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