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bloody-bee-tea · 6 years ago

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It’s the middle of the night, and I should be asleep but I still have so many feelings about these new The Domestic gifs, and I need to channel them all in Deter and Steterek. So I wrote some more Steterek, and there will be more Deter tomorrow. This is 1.9k so watch out for the read more.

Peter was rushing to the loft. He knew that there wasn’t really any need to, the update he had gotten stated clearly that everyone survived, but it didn’t tell him in what shape they were. In what shape Derek was.

Derek had a tendency to throw himself into danger, always getting hurt during fights, and since he still kept Peter on the sidelines, claiming that he still wasn’t strong enough to be of any help to them, Peter couldn’t protect him during the fights.

He only ever got to care for Derek afterwards, and even that less and less since Derek and Stiles had gotten together.

Peter used to be the one who looked after the hurt pack members; his need for knowledge driving him to patiently attend lesson after lesson with Deaton, insistent that the pack wouldn’t have to worry to rush over to the vet.

Peter had learned all Deaton was willing to tell him, and he had gotten good at tending to injuries, even those of wolves, as little attention as they needed.

It was the only thing he could still do for Derek, since he couldn’t fight like before, and even that purpose was taken away from him now.

It was a bitter sweet feeling, because while it stung that he became less and less important to Derek, it was also good to see that he had other people, that he had Stiles, who cared so much about him.

If Stiles would only stop flirting with Peter.

Sure, Peter liked Stiles well enough, was even attracted to the human if he was honest with himself, but Derek was and always would be his first priority, and so he was ready to kill Stiles for touching what was his on a good day.

The urge became that much stronger when Stiles started to flirt with Peter, because how dare he not appreciate what he had with Derek. How dare he have what Peter so desperately wanted and then carelessly throw it into the wind by flirting with other people.

Peter grinded his teeth even thinking about that, but when he entered the building Derek lived in, he forgot all about that when he smelled lingering pain and blood.

Derek had been hurt.

Peter ran up the stairs, worry and concern rising up in him when the smell of blood got stronger the closer he came to the loft.

He threw the door open, storming in, only to stop short when he saw Derek sitting on his bed, chest bare and shoulder already wrapped in bandages.

Stiles was fussing over him, checking the fit of the bandages, hands fluttering over Derek’s chest as if he wanted to make sure that there were no other injuries and Peter’s chest constricted.

Derek was hurt, and someone else was doing Peter’s job of taking care of him.

Derek had looked over when Peter had entered, a small reassuring smile there and gone again a second later, but Stiles took longer to turn around. And even then, he still stayed in contact with Derek, making sure that he was still okay.

Peter’s hands itched to take Derek’s pain away, vindictively happy that this was something Stiles would never be able to do for Derek before he felt sick with himself. This was nothing to be happy about, Derek was hurt after all.

“I see you’re already all taken care of,” Peter said, trying very much to sound like he was completely unaffected by seeing the bloodstain on the bandage.

“Stiles got good at patching me up,” Derek only gave back, and Peter clenched his jaw.

He had gotten good at it too, once upon a time, and yet he still was not needed. Derek used to prefer Peter’s treatment over even Deaton’s and now he didn’t even ask Peter anymore.

It hurt more than Peter wanted to admit.

“Good,” Peter pressed out and was in the process of turning around when Stiles stepped forward.

“He’s in pain,” Stiles said and ignored the glare Derek sent him. “You could take it away, right?”

Peter eyed Derek who was still glaring at Stiles, very deliberately not looking at Peter and it sparked something mean in Peter.

“I could,” he gave back with a shrug. “But I don’t think I’m going to.”

Derek looked down at his hands at that, but Stiles squared his shoulders.

“Why not?” he wanted to know, and Peter scoffed.

“I don’t enjoy being treated like a mere painkiller,” he hissed, hands clenching at his sides.

“He was bleeding out,” Stiles lowly gave back. “I had no choice but to start without you.”

Peter was taken aback by that and Derek slapped Stiles’ back lightly.

“Stiles,” he whispered urgently. “Stop.”

“No, you stop it,” Stiles snapped back at him before he concentrated on Peter again. “He asked to wait for you, he wanted you to treat him, but we couldn’t wait,” Stiles explained.

“What?” Peter asked perplexed.

“You always took care of the injured pack members,” Derek suddenly spoke up and Stiles took a step back, as if he wanted to give them space.

“You remember that,” Peter said.

“I wasn’t that young,” Derek gave back and finally looked up at Peter. “I wanted to wait for you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t faster,” Peter whispered and walked up to Derek, painfully aware that he was half naked and still slightly bleeding.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Peter lowly said and carded his fingers through Derek’s hair, starting to take his pain as soon as he made contact.

“You’re here now,” Derek said, leaning into Peter’s hand and closing his eyes.

Derek usually looked rough; his brows always giving the impression that the was scowling, but he was completely relaxed now. He looked younger, and soft, like he was just one second away from sweetly smiling at Peter, like he trusted him completely and Peter couldn’t help but lean forward and press a lingering kiss to his forehead.

He regretted it practically the second he pulled back, because Stiles was still very much in the same room, and Peter almost immediately moved to take his hand away, to just leave because this wasn’t what he had wanted.

He wasn’t here to ruin Derek’s relationship, no matter how much he might want to, might want to get into that relationship if he was completely honest with himself, but he never wanted to do anything to break Stiles and Derek up.

Derek was finally happy again, and Peter wasn’t about to take that away from him. No matter how much it hurt him to see Derek smile at someone else, to lean into a touch that wasn’t his.

He was just sliding his hand back out of Derek’s hair when Derek’s hand suddenly closed around his wrist.

“Please, don’t leave,” Derek whispered, eyes still closed but there was a pained expression on his face now.

Peter’s eyes darted over to Stiles, but he was watching them with a small smile on his face.

“We’ve been trying to do this for quite some time now,” Stiles said at Peter’s questioning glance. “I’ve been flirting with you the whole time,” he went on and Peter almost growled at that.

“Maybe you should have made sure that I’m aware that you’re not trying to cheat on my nephew,” Peter almost hissed at Stiles, who looked apologetically.

“Yeah, that was a definitely a flaw in the plan,” he admitted freely, and then walked closer to plaster himself to Peter’s side.

“So, now that you know everyone is very much on board with this, what do you say?” Stiles whispered in his ear and Peter shuddered under him, looking back at Derek.

He still had his hand around Peter’s arm, preventing him from pulling away, and he was looking up at them with so much hope, it almost took Peter’s breath away.

“Please, Peter,” Derek whispered softly. “Don’t leave again.”

His face had smoothed out again, and Peter had to admit to himself that he had no defenses against this softer version of Derek.

Peter pushed his hand further into Derek’s hair again, gently tilting his head up and he leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m not going to leave,” he said against Derek’s lips, and Derek shuddered under his touch, hand tightening on his wrist and leaning up into the contact.

Stiles was still pressed to Peter’s side, had moved with Peter when he had leaned forward and Peter turned his head towards him and was immediately met with a kiss himself.

Stiles kept it short and sweet, obviously just as much aware of the high whining sound Derek made as Peter, and when they parted he stepped away from Peter too.

“I just wanted to make sure you know this is a three-way relationship,” he told Peter, before he turned to Derek and pressed a kiss to his temple, stroking one hand carefully over his injury. “Because I’m going to leave now, and give you guys some time.”

“You don’t have to,” Peter started, still wary of getting between Stiles and Derek but Stiles only smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek too.

“I know. But I also know that you two could use some time, just the two of you, and I don’t begrudge you this. You’ve been apart too long.”

Peter felt choked up at the reminder of just how much time Peter and Derek had spent apart, and how much more time Peter had spent being helplessly in love with Derek, unable to do anything, and he pulled Stiles into a hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered into his hair and Stiles squeezed him once before stepping back.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow,” he declared and then immediately left the loft, without a glance back.

“You’ve got a very perceptive boyfriend,” Peter said into the silence Stiles’ sudden department had left behind, and Derek looked up at him, eyes full of hope.

“We do,” he said, though it sounded more like a question.

“Apparently,” Peter gave back with a small smile and then trailed his fingers lightly over the bandages on Derek’s shoulder, following the trail Stiles had left just minutes ago.

“How bad was it really?” he asked, and Derek shrugged, only using the uninjured shoulder.

“Bad enough that Stiles decided we couldn’t wait for you,” he then said, clearly still unhappy with that.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I can’t have your back in a fight,” Peter gave back, bitterness bubbling up in him.

He was too weak to protect what was dear to him and he hated himself a little for that.

“Don’t,” Derek urgently said. “Don’t say that. You came back from the dead. I’d rather have you weak than dead. I couldn’t,” his breath hitched and his voice almost broke before he pressed the rest out. “I couldn’t live without you.”

Peter could only take the pained expression on Derek’s face for a second before he leaned back in, nuzzling his cheek and pressing kiss after kiss to Derek’s skin.

“I’m right here,” he whispered, and Derek pulled him closer, pulled him down onto the bed and Peter went easily.

“I love you,” Derek said once they were curled up together, and Peter held Derek tighter, burying his face in Derek’s hair.

“I love you too, pup,” he gave back, voice almost breaking because he had waited so long to say this, had almost lost hope that he ever would be allowed to.

But he was now, and he promised himself that he would say it every day, as long as Derek wanted to hear it.

He hoped it would be for the rest of their lives.

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inell · 8 years ago

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Take My Hand (Danny/Stiles/Derek)

@Theonewiththeeyebrows , @exhuastedpigeon, & @cobrilee said: Stiles/Derek/Danny

I had fun writing this one! I hope y’all enjoy it! Teeny Fic #33!

Well nothing could be sadder Than a glass of wine, all alone Loneliness, loneliness, it's such a waste of time Cry to Me by Solomon Burke

Take My Hand. Danny/Stiles/Derek. Teen. Also on AO3.

After another failed relationship, Danny receives an irresistible proposition from Stiles and Derek.

“This is just sad, Danny Boy. You should have called me, you know? I wouldn’t even know if Laurel hadn’t been concerned and told me to check on you.”

“Go away, Stiles.” Danny takes a sip of his wine and deliberately ignores Stiles despite knowing that it won’t do any good at all. Stiles tends to take being ignored as a challenge instead of a hint, which is possibly why Danny used to try ignoring him during high school when he had that ridiculous crush that he’d never told anyone about.

“What kind of friend would I be if I left you here to drink away your sorrows alone?” Stiles scoffs before sliding onto the barstool next to Danny. His knees bump against Danny’s leg, which distracts Danny for a moment before he looks down at the long, gangly limbs that used to make him compare Stiles to a baby giraffe who couldn’t quite get his balance right. Now, Stiles has grown into them, having a sort of effortless grace that makes it difficult not to stare and drool.

Or maybe that stupid crush is still there because Danny’s an idiot who can’t seem to let go of childish wants that can never be his. Not so childish now that he’s twenty-nine, though.

“Where’s your better half?” Danny asks, ignoring Stiles’ question about their friendship. He needs to remind himself that Stiles is Taken, with a capital T and bold font, not that thinking about Derek and Stiles is going to necessarily distract him from wanting things he can’t have. He’s single, again, and dealing with heartbreak. Sort of. He can have his fantasies, damn it.

“My so totally not better half, thank you very much, is parking the car and arguing with Cora about whether or not a wedding suit in scarlet is appropriate because apparently Lydia has said it’s not happening, and Cora wants Derek on her side.” Stiles motions to the bartender, which causes Danny to stare at his long fingers before moving his gaze up to his profile, staring a little hard at his lips because Stiles can’t catch him looking from this angle.

“Red would work well for Cora and her coloring,” Danny muses, hoping Cora is suggesting it for herself and not Lydia since, yeah. He’d side with Lydia against it if that’s the case. “Also, Derek is definitely the better half of Stilinski-Hale.”

“Lies and slander. You know you love me most.” Stiles looks at him and winks, a smug smile on his lips that makes Danny’s fingers twitch because he wants to touch. Instead, he tightens his grip on his glass and takes another sip of wine.

“Actually, you might not even be in my top ten,” Danny lies smoothly. The fact that Stiles is the person he loves most is what ruined his latest relationship because Steve realized he couldn’t really compete with the person Danny’s fallen in love with over the years, and he dumped Danny before something eventually happened that ended things more naturally. It’s frustrating, really, because Danny had got over Stiles during college, or so he thought.

There had been a lot of different guys, several semi-serious relationships, and then he’d run into Stiles on the first day of the FBI academy, and it was like he was a horny and insecure fourteen year old with a crush again. Unlike when he was fourteen, though, Stiles hadn’t been single and awkward anymore. Instead, he’d been in a serious relationship with Derek freaking Hale, who Danny can’t even really compete with because he’s like a scary teddy bear with a heart of gold, and he’s totally devoted to Stiles in a way that just says happily ever after like some ridiculous romance movie Lydia loves to watch.

Stiles snorts. “I don’t even need the wolfy lie detector to know you’re full of shit, Danny Boy.” He nudges Danny with his elbow. “We’ve worked together for five years now, dude. I know your tells. You’re doing that lip bite, eyes looking at your glass thing that means you’re lying to me and don’t want me to poke at you until you fess up. If you wanted me to poke you, there’d be a nostril flare and tapping fingers.”

“Seriously?” Danny looks at Stiles and glares when he sees Stiles smiling smugly. “You’re such an ass.”

“Why? Because I’ve studied you for years and know you that well?” Stiles shakes his head. “You should be glad. I’ve saved that cute ass more than once because I recognize your tells.”

“Oh please. If we’re going to get into ass saving, I think I’m still ahead of you.” Danny huffs before finishing his glass of wine. He signals for another despite the fact that he doesn’t even like wine all that much.

“Why aren’t you ordering your usual?” Stiles leans in and stares at him intently. “You think red wine tastes weird.”

“I’ve developed a taste for it,” Danny says in a rather fair imitation of Jackson. He tries to hold it under the intensity of Stiles’ stare before he finally crumbles. His shoulders slump and he makes a face. “Steve hated wine, and he always got bitchy if I ordered a glass with dinner, so I wanted to celebrate the break-up with something I knew he’d hate.”

“Petty and vengeful. I like it.” Stiles reaches out to take the glass that the bartender just set down. “However, Steve is a good riddance because he never deserved you, and you shouldn’t punish yourself by drinking something you don’t even like that much just to spite the jerk.”

“Stiles is right.”

Danny jumps in his seat slightly, rather ashamed of himself for getting caught up in Stiles’ whirlwind and forgetting about Derek. He looks up to see Derek with a glass that has a little umbrella and a vivid blue liquid inside. He can’t help smirking because Derek looks rather silly holding a cocktail that’s so cheerful and bright.

“This is more celebratory than wine,” Derek adds, handing Danny the glass. “Steve was a jealous asshole that resented you having other people in your life that care about you.”

“Yes, he was,” Danny agrees, taking the drink from Derek. He sucks up a couple of gulps with the straw and preens, just a bit, when he notices both men staring at his mouth. He might be pathetically in love with his best friend and semi-in love with said best friend’s boyfriend, but at least he’s still got some kind of sex appeal going for him.

“Here’s to being rid of the jerk,” Stiles says, holding up his glass and handing another to Derek. He leans up to press a kiss against Derek’s jaw, the two of them exchanging a sappy look that makes Danny jealous, envious, and happy all at the same time. Complicated feelings for friends can suck, that’s for sure.

“So, are you going for another one or finally ready to ask for what you really want?” Derek looks at Danny and arches a brow. “You know, we thought you were ready after Todd, but then you started dating Greg, and Steve happened soon after that one ended.”

“Ready for what?” Danny spins his stool around to face the bar, ignoring both of them as he feels his face flush. The look on Derek’s face had been so knowing that he can’t even pretend his feelings for Stiles are still secret pining. How long has Derek known? And how is Danny still alive if Derek knows he’s in love with his husband? And more than a little in love with him, too?

“This might not be the best place to have this discussion, babe,” Stiles says, having a silent conversation with Derek that results in him rolling his eyes and Derek smirking. “Fine. We’re doing this now, I guess. You’re such an ass sometimes.”

“Takes one to know one,” Derek mutters, reaching out to stroke Stiles’ cheek. “Stop worrying. It’s time, and we’ve talked about this ad nauseam for years, it seems. I know you’re scared, but it’s Danny. Even if it doesn’t go the way we hope, it’s not going to ruin anything.”

“Wait. What are you two talking about?” Danny spins back around and stares at them curiously. “Why is Stiles scared of me?”

“Not of you,” Stiles says quickly. He smiles that wry smile that makes Danny’s heart skip a beat, which makes Derek look at him pointedly, as if saying ‘uh werewolf, did you think you could lust for my husband for years without me knowing about it, dumbass?’ without actually embarrassing him by speaking the words. Stiles shrugs. “I’ve never been much of a coward, so fuck it. Do you want to date us, Danny? Since you’re finally single again, and Derek thinks it’s time to ask instead of waiting for you to come to us.”

“Huh?” Danny reaches up to rub his finger against his ear because he so didn’t just hear what he thinks he heard. No way. “What did you really say because I know it’s what I heard?”

“We’d like to go on a date with you, Danny,” Derek tells him, deliberately speaking slowly and enunciating each word so Danny can’t possibly pretend he’s misunderstood. Judging by the rather cheeky smile on Derek’s lips, he’s doing it on purpose. Stiles’ smartassness has rubbed off on him over the years, apparently.

“You’re married,” Danny points out. “How do you think that’s going to work?”

“You know about polyamory, so stop being obtuse.” Stiles reaches out to touch his thigh. “I really like you, a lot, and Derek likes you, too. We’re both attracted to you, and we’ve discussed the possibility of bringing you into our relationship before, if you were willing. We’re not looking for just sex because we could find that at any club in town. We’re looking for someone who can share our lives and be an equal part of our relationship at some point, if things go the way we expect them to go.”

“Obviously, this is a lot to take in, so we understand if you need time before making a decision. Just because we’ve talked about it for years doesn’t mean you’ve ever considered it before.” Derek squeezes his shoulder and smiles gently. “We just wanted to make our intentions known while you were still single. Stiles felt we should wait for the wound to heal, but you’ve got a tendency to rush into another relationship when one ends. I suspect because your feelings for Stiles start making you feel guilty, like you’re betraying your friendship with me, so you find someone to focus on instead.”

“That sounds really callous,” Danny mutters, dragging his fingers through his hair. “Not untrue, but it makes me sound like a dick. It’s not like I don’t hope one of the guys I start dating will take my mind off Stiles…off both of you…but it never seems to work out that way because most of them are threatened by my close friendship with you.”

“Since you didn’t immediately say no and tell us to get lost, I’m going to suggest that maybe we should take this conversation somewhere quieter? We can go to Rosie’s for a slice of pie and coffee, maybe talk a bit more, see how things go?” Stiles suggests, biting on his lip and tapping his foot against the rung of the barstool. Stiles might know Danny’s tells, but Danny totally knows his, too, and that his nervous because something really means a lot to him tell.

That, more than any amount of words they say, convinces Danny that they’re serious about this.

“I could handle a slice of Rosie’s apple pie,” Danny says softly, feeling a bit like he’s just taken a jump out of an airplane without a parachute. Derek grins, the big one that makes him flash dimples, and Stiles looks relieved and happy, leaning in to press a quick kiss against the corner of Danny’s mouth before sliding off the barstool and taking his hand.

Yeah, he’s definitely free falling right now, but he doesn’t feel scared because there’s a part of him that knows Derek and Stiles will make sure he doesn’t get hurt.

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acountrygirlsfun · 8 years ago

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For the fluff prompts: Sterek and "Will you let me rub your back?” I love your writing so much!! You capture them perfectly!

Thank you anon!! You’re too sweet!! Here’s some Sterek fluff that is directly inspired by my life right now ♥

Derek looks across the kitchen to where Stiles is sittinghunched over his laptop at their dining room table. Stiles is finishing gradschool and therefore his grad thesis. But that’s meant him spending more hoursin the coffee shop down the street and less time in bed with Derek.

Stiles istired of school, of writing, of his thesis and of the endless curveballs thrownat him because of his less-than-stellar advisor.

Derek is tired of having a zombie boyfriend who falls asleepso fast and sleeps so soundly Derek can’t even get some bedtime cuddles.

Stiles’ defense is this week though. They both have theirfingers crossed that there aren’t too many revisions from his committee afterthe fact. Stiles’ job starts in a couple weeks and spending that time editingand fixing his thesis is the last thing either of them wants. Derek is prettysure if he gets to finish things up with his defense Stiles is going to sleepfor a week and then stay in bed with Derek for the next week.

But right now it’s 10:00, Derek wants Stiles to stop workingand rest for the night and he has a plan to do just that.

And it starts with the cake he just finished frosting.

He grabs a plate and dishes a small piece out onto it,scooping up the extra cream cheese frosting that had stuck to the side of thepan. After grabbing a fork, Derek makes sure hehas his phone tucked into his pants pocket, the remainder of the cake iscovered and then walks out of the kitchen, flicking the light off as he goesinto the dining room.

Stiles glances over at him with a small smile before he goesback to typing, not actually seeing Derek and the cake but acknowledging his presence.Which is honestly better than what Derek gets most days.

It’s fine, Derek’s plan is fail proof.

He forks off a small bite of cake and then waits with asmall smile until Stiles pauses in his scrolling.

“Stiles,” Derek says gently.

Stiles turns to him after a moment and Derek just raises thefork, smile growing when Stiles opens for it immediately and hums as he tastesthe sweet, chocolatey cake.

“Thanks, babe,” Stiles says with a tired smile and Derekalready has another bite ready on the fork and feeds it to Stiles before he canturn back to his computer.

Stiles accepts it but then his mouth twists down into a sadfrown.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says and Derek raises hiseyebrows in false innocence, “You’re tempting me away from working pastmidnight by feeding me cake to get me all full and sleepy.”

Derek sits back in his chair, raising a hand to his chest, “WouldI do such a thing?” he asks in mock outrage making Stiles bark a laugh.

He leans into Derek, putting a warm hand on Derek’s thigh ashe leans over to kiss him sweetly.

“Of course you would,” Stiles says with a warm smile andDerek tilts his chin up for another quick kiss.

“What needs to be done tonight that you can’t do tomorrow?”Derek asks, happy Stiles is still leaning into his space. He encourages it withan arm around Stiles’ back, shifting and pulling at him until Stiles is leaningon his chest, his face tucked into Derek’s neck as he sighs.

“I should finish this read-through tonight so I can send itoff first thing in the morning,” Stiles explains and Derek uses his free handto turn Stiles’ laptop towards him enough he can see the screen. Stiles is onpage 40 of 56. But those last 16 pages will probably take another three hoursto read through for edits and errors. Especially since he’s already tired andgoing extra slow so that he doesn’t miss anything.

Derek hums before turning his head slightly to kiss Stiles’forehead.

“How about you get some sleep now and I’ll wake you up intime to finish checking things over so you can send it off at 9 in the morning?”Derek proposes, rubbing a hand slow and smooth up and down Stiles’ back,soothing him closer to sleep.

“I shouldn’t,” Stiles says sleepily.

“But you will,” Derek finishes, a little smug at the wayStiles slumps into him further.

“Yeah,” Stiles breaths and Derek reaches out, pushes thesave button on the word document and then closes Stiles’ laptop.

It’s nice, having Stiles’ pliant body pressed up against himas he half carries his boyfriend to their bedroom, flipping the lights off inthe dining room as they go.

They’re both in clothes that often pass as pajamas anyway soDerek just goes right to the bed, setting Stiles down before reaching down topeel Stiles’ socks off.

Stiles has to have socks on in the apartment but not whilehe sleeps. It’s one of the many quirks Derek had to learn when they firststarted living together. Before Derek can do it himself, Stiles rolls over ontohis stomach, hugging his pillow tightly and half burying his face in it. Dereksmiles and crawls onto the bed and on top of Stiles, straddling Stiles’ legsand leaning forward to start on the final step of his plan for the evening:getting his hands on his boyfriend.

Stiles moans when Derek starts working at a knot in hisshoulder and Derek grins.

“Babe,” Stiles says breathily, “Babe, I’m too tired to doanything tonight,” he admits sadly but orgasms weren’t on Derek’s mind for theevening for once.

He leans forward and flicks Stiles’ ear, eliciting aprotesting squawk from him.

“Will you just shut up and let me rub your back? I don’talways have the end motive of getting in your pants,” Derek says and Stiles’snorts.

“Sure,” he says, leering back at Derek, “I’ll remember yousaid that.”

Derek rolls his eyes, Stiles will find the most inconvenienttime to remember his comment, and gets back to his massage.

Derek focuses more on the knots in Stiles’ back and neck,working to get them out as gently as possible, a bottle of massage lotionconveniently placed on the nightstand to help. It doesn’t take long though and Derek is stopped by Stiles snoring loudly.

Derek grins and crawls off Stiles’ legs, closes the lotionas he walks to the bathroom to wash his hands. Stiles stirs slightly when Derekcrawls into the bed and gets them both under the covers but he doesn’t wake.

Derek misses his boyfriend and spending time with him, buthe knows that right now, helping Stiles finish what he’s worked so hard on ismore important than his hard on. He setsan alarm on his phone for 6:30, keeping his promise to wake Stiles up in themorning. One more week and he’ll have his boyfriend back. Derek can wait aweek, he thinks to himself as he falls asleep.

#answered anon #sterek fic #sterek fluff #sterek au #established sterek #i can see that #my tumblr writing #i'm so tired guys #dumb sterek drabble #acgf #Anonymous

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dh-ale · 11 years ago

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a fic where when Derek tells the story if kate he begins with “it all started with me falling in love with a girl” but then stiles sits him down and talks to him about how it isn’t Derek’s fault. what happened with his family, that there was no way derek could have predicted that it known of that to happened when he met Kate. and then maybe in the future when their kid (part stiles and cora), a beautiful girl named Laura Claudia stilinski-hale asks what happened to the family she never met, why does it always make daddy sad when she asks about them, what happened to make her daddy so sad 5 times a year, twice for his parents birthdays, once for Laura’s birthday, his brothers birthday, and then on the anniversary of the fire, what happened to make her daddy so vulnerable around fire, and derek tells her. he sits his beautiful daughter down on a couch, with a fake fireplace crackling in the back, with stiles sitting close by but not too close and he tells her. but he doesn’t start with himself he starts with “Laura, there are cruel people in this world, and because we’re like how we are, they’ve decided that we’re less than human, that we’re not allowed to live and we deserve to hunted. and there was this girl, and maybe she was sick in the head, i don’t know what would have happened to make someone like this, but she locked my family in our basement, all of them, and she set the house on fire, but she didn’t get away with it, okay? she took away my family, you’re family, but she didn’t take away their memories. because people like that don’t just die because i remember them every day of my life and that’s enough to keep them alive.”

#fic #teen wolf prompt #i need to write this #established sterek #teen wolf #sterek #kid fic #laura Claudia hale #sterek prompt #prompt #my posts

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hedwig221b · 2 years ago

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Mountain to Hide Behind

Dearest anon, I bestow upon thee a prompt fill. (whacks you on the head with it)

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Stiles was going to be the best parent that ever parented. Any other option was out of question. The end.

He had swept all of Derek’s boring business books from the front of the shelves, replacing them with baby books. The baby wasn’t even here yet, but he already had his schedule figured out. Stiles was the master at swaddling and changing diapers, had a content of ingredients for a perfect baby formula fucking memorized.

So, safe to say, he wasn’t quite yet ready to deal with heartbroken teenagers.

He thought he had time! Then Cora’s boyfriend decided to downgrade to an ex and here they were.

Stiles was standing in the doorway of their guest room and wringing his hands for a few minutes, before finally taking in a deep breath and opening the door.

“Cora, sweetheart,” Stiles forced out a smile. “The lunch is ready, darling.”

The she-wolf took out one headphone and turned to glare at him in a scary imitation of her brother.

“Fuck off,” she muttered and turned away again to lie down on the bed.

Okay, then.

Eli kicked him in the stomach in the show of silent support. Stiles caressed his round stomach and went (he wasn’t waddling, it was too early yet, shut up!) to the kitchen to eat his pasta alone.

Cora stomped downstairs right in time for dinner, though. Stiles highly suspected it was because she heard Derek’s car getting closer. At least now she was going to eat. What would Talia say if she heard he was starving her precious baby? No, ma’am.

The girl slumped down on her seat and started scraping a fork through the contents of her plate with the grumpiest expression. Was something wrong with food?

“Stiles?”

The voice brought a beaming smile to Stiles’ face. Problems? What problems? His mate was here, therefore nothing mattered.

He lifted himself up from the chair and went to greet his husband, who was already smiling at him in return.

Derek dropped his suitcase, took off his tie and cupped Stiles’ face with his big hands.

“Hi, baby,” he muttered into his lips and kissed him.

After so many years of dating and then being married, Stiles found that the whole ‘the spark is gonna die out’ thing was utter bullshit. Like, how on Earth was he supposed to not want to drop to his knees when faced with this absolute hunk of his husband? Stiles could swear on his life he was falling more and more in love with Derek since he became pregnant. He was ready to build a shrine to his mate, he was so motherfucking sexy and so handsome and so caring. Stiles was obsessed, to a scary degree.

He moaned into the kiss, winding his hands around Derek’s muscular shoulders for support. Mmm, so tall, so big, so handsome.

“Missed you,” Stiles murmured, pressing another kiss to his stubble-covered cheek.

Derek chuckled. His eyes were soft. “Missed you, too.” He then put a hand on Stiles’ stomach and snorted a laugh at being immediately kicked. “Hello to you, too, love.”

“I’m telling you, he knows when you’re coming home,” Stiles remarked, leaning his weight on the alpha, as the man put arms around him. “He’s a little alarm clock.”

“And a soccer player, and a kickboxer, and a—“

“A wonder! He’s a wonderful boy of an amazing father who’d better hurry and wash his hands or his dinner will get cold.”

Derek smirked at him. “As you wish, sweetheart,” he said and sneaked a gentle bite on Stiles’ jaw, before immediately jumping away from Stiles’ hand and disappearing down the hall.

Stiles bit his lip, stretched wide in a smile. He was so incredibly silly, just ughh!

His good spirit, however, dwindled a bit after a murderous glare that Cora gave him upon entering the kitchen. Seriously, what was going on? They weren’t inappropriate and it wasn’t like they’ve left her alone for that long…

During the dinner Cora stayed silent, having only muttered a ‘hi’ to her brother. Derek, who grew up with two sisters, was used to this kind of behavior, so he just ignored it. Which, rude! The girl needed support! Maybe not Stiles’, based on her glares, but someone’s!

Feeling Derek’s eyes upon him, Stiles looked up and instantly felt himself blush from his mate’s half-lidded look.

“What?” Stiles smiled.

Derek shrugged. “Just wondering how do you get prettier each time I see you.”

Oh, my GOD.

The thing about Derek, one of many that made Stiles lose his mind, is that he was an insane flirt. Was, during their dating period, then smoothly carried it over to their married life. Honestly, who needs the blood of a hundred virgins — Derek’s compliments made Stiles feel ten years younger.

Stiles beamed at him. “You’re so nice to me.”

“Just being honest.”

A fork clung against the plate with an awful loud sound.

“Is this how it is going to be with you two?” Cora grumbled, grabbed her plate and shoved it inside the sink.

“You mean, with me and my mate?” Derek lifted an eyebrow.

Cora threw a sour look at him, pursed her nose, then went back upstairs. Her door shut with a frustrating thud.

Derek and Stiles looked at each other in an unspoken solidarity, before the alpha sighed.

“Come here,” he spread his arms.

As if Stiles needed to be asked twice. He dove right into his lap and for the warm embrace, pressing his stomach to Derek’s front. It wasn’t long before Eli realized there were hugs going on and started drumming on Stiles’ insides with his feet.

It took one wince from Stiles for Derek to put his hand against his stomach and pull out the pain.

“I love you,” Stiles sighed, laying his head on his husband’s shoulder.

“Love you, too.”

New day, new try!

“Cora, darling, do you want to watch ‘Moana’ with me?”

“No, I don’t. Fuck you and your stupid cartoons.”

… Alright.

Was he really the same as a teenager? Stiles shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth. Surely, he wasn’t that bad. There was one time when he and Scott sneaked out to the forest to have a drink over Scott’s broken heart. Very dangerous and irresponsible.

So, yeah, it was for the best that Cora was staying here and not vomiting her guts out in the forest.

Stiles could handle some misplaced teenage angst. He could! He was an adult. An adult who would soon have his own child.

Oh, god.

Great, now his eyes were burning. Stiles sniffled and picked up another popcorn, glancing down at his stomach. He wasn’t even that huge yet, but the feeling of being a beached whale was creeping up on him with a concerning speed.

But that wasn’t the reason for his sudden mood change. He just realized how much he wanted to watch cartoons with his kid. To have him sit on his lap, to munch on the popcorn together, laughing and singing songs. Stiles sniffled again.

And he wanted Cora to be better! And not snap at him.

Unfortunately, Derek’s strategy of ‘leave her alone and she’ll come around’ wasn’t working. Well, for Derek it might have been wonderful, but not for Stiles, who was locked inside with the girl for days.

She refused to eat lunch with him, which only made Stiles worry more; she snapped at him constantly and was downright rude sometimes. And, while Stiles grit his teeth and reminded himself that she was just a hormonal teenage werewolf going through some hard times, he was also a hormonal, albeit human man, with a freaking baby inside him.

His temper wasn’t as steel as it was before. If it ever was, at all…

Stiles tried to remember that Cora probably didn’t mean what she said, but… Sometimes, it felt like she did.

“You look huge.”

Stiles frowned at his own reflection, where he was trying on new pants.

“Well, I am pregnant, so…”

“So? You still look huge.” Cora rolled her eyes.

Stiles’ eyes fell down without a thought from him. He smoothed a hand down the round top.

“It happens sometimes,” he argued weakly. “It will pass. Besides, I don’t care.”

“I bet Derek does.”

Stiles’ heart missed a beat.

He knew, he knew for a fact, that Derek still found him desirable. The pregnancy didn’t drop their libido, but instead made it fucking sky-high. They had an extremely active sex life, thank you very much; Derek was an attentive partner, always gentle with him, but no less hungry. One time Stiles actually caught him drooling at the sight of him, walking naked and rubbing his belly after a shower on one particularly hot day. And the wolf hadn’t even denied it, instead lifted his eyebrow like ‘yes the sight of you makes me extremely horny, are we going to do something about it or what?’.

So the notion that Derek somehow cared about the weight he gained was completely ridiculous. Completely. Ab-absolutely. Yeah.

Stiles looked down again.

“Have you seen people he works with?” Cora continued, appearing not interested and scrolling through her phone. “Like, Erica and Isaac? He got an entire building with people looking like them. And then he comes home to this—“ she lifted her eyebrows and shook her head.

“I don’t know what you’re implying, Cora,” Stiles started throwing the clothes he pulled out for a try-on back into the closet. “We are mates. He loves me. End of story.”

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

Stiles tried to swallow a lodge in his throat; once the grain was planted in his mind, he knew he would obsess over it to the very end.

“He’s allowed to look, though,” Cora added as if in an afterthought, before huffing at the mess he made.

“He is,” Stiles bit out, left everything as it was and stormed out of the room.

Derek was late.

Between Eli kicking up a storm and Cora’s meaningful smug glances, Stiles was going mad. Yes, definitely mad and not close to tears.

He ate half of his own usual portion, before putting the rest in the containers and retreating to his and Derek’s bedroom for the remainder of the evening.

“What are you doing?”

“Sniffing your shirt, what does it look like I’m doing?”

Derek snorted and walked over to him, slid hands over his stomach and snatched the shirt from his hands. The wolf brought it to his face and sniffed.

“It’s a fresh one, love.”

Stiles just sighed. Did he really become one of those spouses that suspects their significant other at every turn? It was humiliating a little, but the worry was brewing in his mind and heart, buzzing around like a bunch of angry wasps.

“If you’re so worried that I’m stinky, don’t refuse to shower with me next time.” Derek smacked a kiss on Stiles’ bared neck, then quickly got distracted and started trailing kisses down the neck, pressing Stiles’ ass back to himself.

Stiles closed his eyes and bit his lips. “You’re gonna be… mmmhm… late.”

“I don’t want to go to work,” Derek grunted, sucking a mark on his shoulder, lapping at it with his tongue. “You are here, so delicious and fucking glowing. Want to stay home and fuck you.”

This high libido of his may have started because of the pregnancy of his mate, but if it was that strong, who’s to say he wasn’t getting rid of it during the day? Stiles knew how others looked at his husband — the same way he did, but what if…

‘He’s allowed to look, though.’

… what if he looked back?

Stiles swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut, begging for the images of his traitorous mind to disappear.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you, too.”

Derek was late for another few days after that.

Stiles tried to keep his head up high, mostly not to agitate Eli, who was getting angry at not receiving hugs from his father at appropriate times. But staying at home with Cora, whose jabs were getting more and more painful with each passing day, was even worse.

Thus, Stiles began to go for walks. For as long, as his feet and bladder would allow; he walked, lost in thoughts.

Derek’s behavior wasn’t really any different, if one didn’t count him being late every day. His kisses were still passionate, hugs tight, caresses gentle and loving. Maybe it was all in Stiles’ head.

But why wasn’t Derek telling him why he was late and acted like it was normal?

Coming back to the house with a heavy heart, Stiles didn’t expect to be faced with a wide-eyed and fuming Derek.

He didn’t even get to walk through the door like usual, before getting snatched off the street back into the house and patted down with shaking hands.

“Where the fuck were you?” Derek growled, looking carefully at every inch of Stiles. “Why didn’t you take your phone with you? Why did you go out alone, for fuck’s sake, Stiles…”

One thing Stiles could not handle was negativity, not from Derek and not now.

Derek’s face paled at the sight of moisture gathering in Stiles’ eyes. The man grabbed his face and flashed his eyes at him.

“What happened? Did someone do something? Stiles, baby, answer me, I’m going to fucking kill anyone who—“

“Start with yourself, maybe.”

Stiles’ breath hitched.

Both of them turned to look at Cora, who tried to look nonchalant, while leaning on the handrails. She had her lips pursed and lifted one very judgmental brow at her brother.

“What?” Derek blinked at her, confused.

“What I said,” she sneered. “Did you honestly think he wouldn’t notice your absence? He can’t even stomach his dinner, because he knows you’re busy fucking side-chicks as he does so.”

A stunned silence filled the room.

Right then, faced with the sentence he was too scared to even think of, Stiles couldn’t take it anymore. At his first mortifying quiet sniff, Derek swerved around too look at him.

He looked horrified.

“Baby,” he said with desperate softness, “you… you know this is bullshit, right?”

Unable to look him in the eyes, Stiles lowered his gaze down on his chest and tried his hardest not to cry. He stayed silent, because what could he possibly say? That his mind was already plagued with scenarios of Derek leaving him? Because what would become of him then?

Derek raked a hand through his hair and turned to his sister, who watched both of them with her head pointed high. The wolf’s eyes flashed red, fangs glistened in the warm lighting of the hall.

“What the fuck have you been saying to him?” he growled.

“What you don’t have the balls to!” Cora shouted, making Stiles flinch. “All of you are the same! It’s ‘forever’ and it’s ‘I love you’ until the first flipped skirt—“

And then Derek roared, walking over to her. “I’m not the same as your dumb fucking boyfriends, Cora! I’m married to him, we’re fucking mates, for fuck’s sake! Are you insane? We’re having a child together, not an English lesson!”

“Fucking whatever,” her voice trembled as she looked to the side.

“It’s not ‘whatever’. He is not allowed to be stressed! At all! That’s why I was fucking late — I’m passing the business over to Peter to be able to stay at home with Stiles for the next months.”

Oh. Oh, Derek.

The wolf cursed and rubbed his eyes, then flashed them at his sister. “Go to your room, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Cora’s eyes filled with angry tears. Without any further words, she turned around, went to her room and slammed the door shut.

Stiles didn’t dare to look at him. A myriad of conflicting feelings tore his heart apart, most present of them guilt and misery.

“Kitten.”

Big arms wound themselves around Stiles, pressing him close to a hot body. Stiles tucked his face into Derek’s neck and sobbed.

“I’m sorry—”

“Baby, it’s okay.”

“But, like, how could I think—“

“Shh, none of this is your fault,” Derek kissed his temple and sighed against it, stroking the back of his head. “It’s all on me. I’m so fucking stupid. I wanted to make a surprise for you, I know how you want me home, but never say anything.”

In the safety of his protective embrace, swaddled up in the loving warmth of his words, Stiles began to calm down. Derek always had this effect on him. This man was his anchor, his mountain to hide behind when the storms are raging on.

Derek leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“You know, you are the only thing on my mind. And I mean it literally. There’s nothing in there, besides your angel face. Every time I walk outside to go to work, it takes every bit of my control not to turn back. Erica fucking hates me now, because Boyd got a baby fever because I don’t shut up about you and our plans for the kid.” He chuckled, making Stiles sigh and shiver from the heat of his breath. “You know what else I do? I sit at meetings and just look at the clock and count down the minutes before I could go home. Why do you think Peter is so eager to take over? I’m useless to them. I can’t think of anything else, other than you.”

“Derek,” Stiles whined, feeling relief in his heart and blush on his cheeks.

They fell into each other, with sighs and desperation, to seal the certainty on their hearts. Derek’s kiss was as demanding as it was giving, with his hands still trembling on Stiles’ sides.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

And, of course, their kid chose this moment to gently kick at Derek through Stiles’ stomach, as if saying ‘Are you two idiot parents of mine done? I need my hugs.’

They separated and laughed quietly, swaying in each other’s embrace.

“Cora, sweetie.”

“… What.”

Finally.

“Can you tell me what that was?”

The poor girl threw herself off the bed, with her hair crazy and bags under the eyes.

“What that was?! I’m tired of looking at the two of you! ‘Stiles this’ and ‘Derek that’, you’re disgusting! I get it, you’re happy and in love, and it’s never fucking like that in my life, so stop shoving it in my face! How are you not sick of each other?”

Stiles watched her pace around the room, as the realization dawned on him.

Fucking Hales.

“Because we love each other.” When Cora huffed and rolled her eyes, Stiles continued, not allowing her to interrupt. “It’s real and it’s not going anywhere.” He put a hand on his belly. “And that’s it. No drama, no bad feelings. We have an entire happy ending to live through.”

After letting the thought brew in her mind for a few minutes, Stiles patted the seat next to himself and Cora, to his surprise, obediently sat down.

“Why can’t I have what you have?” she said barely above whisper, not looking at him.

“Child, please,” Stiles poked her in the arm and smirked. “My life consists of trips to the bathroom and weird food cravings at two a.m.. It’s not fun. Yes, it’s amazing and it’s a miracle, but fun it is not. Live some life. Experiment. True love will come and whack you on the head and then you’ll be like me and Derek, stupidly in love. Speaking of life, have you ever kissed a girl?”

Cora spluttered and went completely red in the face, looking a little too wide-eyed.

“Stiles!”

“Did you like it?” Stiles grinned.

“Oh, god…”

“Uh-huh.” Stiles bit his lip to stop the ‘mad evil scientist’ laugh from escaping, before clapping Cora on the shoulder. “Now, bring me the laptop, we’re going to ruin your ex’s life.”

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