FuckyeahSterekAUs

“Stiles,” Derek said with a smile when the Jeep stopped, “How have you been?”

“Get in loser, we have a town to help save,” Stiles said with a wide smile that Derek knew meant trouble, “again.”

“What happened this time,” Derek asked as Stiles put the car in park and hopped out. He was taller and broader than he had been the last time Derek had seen him, he looked more settled. He looked good.

“How the hell should I know, it feels like there’s some new crisis every couple months and they keep getting more and more outrageous,” Stiles said, “So you want to come help or what?”

“Sure,” Derek said, looking at Cora who shot him a knowing look, it clearly told him that she knew what was motivating him to go back, “Let me grab some clothes.”

Twenty minutes later Derek hugged Cora goodbye and got into the passenger seat of the Jeep. The gearshift whined when Stiles changed from second to third, but the car kept going.

“I can’t believe this thing is still alive and kicking,” Derek said with fondness in his voice. The Jeep (and Stiles) had saved his life more than once, he would never forget that.

Stiles flicked him on the let and said, “Roscoe has only ever been nice to you, show him some respect.”

“Of course,” Derek said with a smile, “I owe him my life after all. Both of you.”

The look Stiles gave him was appraising, like he wasn’t sure if Derek was being serious, but when he spoke he said, “I think we’re even at this point.”

“If you say so,” Derek said, flipping on the radio to fill the quiet.

“I do,” Stiles said, looking at Derek again and making his stomach flip. 

After a long moment Derek said, “When this is all over, we could thank each other over dinner.”

“Or we could thank each other at the motel we’re saying at tonight,” Stiles said with a smirk, like he was expecting Derek to blush and change the subject.

“I could thank you all night long if you want,” Derek said and Stiles blushed, his mouth opening in shock, “But I think we should get some sleep when we get there, if I know Beacon Hills at all, we’re in for a long fight.”

When it was all over and the dust settled, Stiles thanked Derek and Derek thanked Stiles. 

Derek stares at him confused, touched by the gesture in a weird way and feeling his cheeks flush. “What are you doing?”

“Ask me if I love you and I can only tell you the truth”

Derek is about to argue because he knows Stiles loves him because Stiles has let it slip out, in many moments, more of a casual thing like when Derek had made him homemade curly fries after a long day, and his heart beat had been true and steady. Derek isn’t used to these kind of cheesy, romantic gestures, he’d never been in a relationship like this one with Stiles, and come on, this is pretty overdone, being half way across the world in an old city, using a ridiculous old myth, and is he really worth that much?

But before he had figured out how to react, Stiles’ affection had burrowed through his walls and straight to his heart and he found himself smiling despite himself. Derek takes his own hand to place it on top of Stiles’ in the mask’s mouth and intertwines their fingers and he watches Stiles’ eyes start shining as he grins, as if he knows just what Derek is about to say, as if he knows Derek’s finally stopped blaming himself and being afraid that he would just bring terrible things with him

32. Getting caught in the act.

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“Now–”Stiles’ dad says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “I canunderstand the first time. You were young, had been dating for a fewweeks. Hell, sometimes I couldn’t resist your mother either.”

Stilesthumps his head against the kitchen table and groans.

“Andthe second time was my fault.” His dad continues. “I walked inwithout knocking, I’ve learned my lesson.” He still glares at Derekthough, like it’s his fault Stiles ended up the way he is. “But forgod’ssake, you have a daughternow.”

Said daughter is currently sitting on the floor, mouthing at Derek’sfingers and drooling all over herself. She can’t even sleep theentire night yet.

“Dad,”Stiles cries out, “can’t you just –”

“Itwon’t happen again, sir.” Derek says, barely holding his laughterat Stiles’ horrified expression.

“What?”Stiles yells, making Mia start laughing at the noise. He takes amoment to smile down at his daughter and then turns to his husbandagain. “But – I like having sex on the couch.”

“Stiles!”Both Derek and Stiles’ dad scream.

“What?I do!” He points at Derek. “And it’s not like you said no.”

Derekducks his head down, the tip of his ears going red. Hah,he likes having sex on the couch too. Stiles grins.

“I’mtoo old for this.” His dad complains, running a hand through hishair. “Give me my granddaughter.” He gestures for Mia and Derekpasses her quickly. Stiles always found adorable how even after tenyears Derek is still scared of Stiles’ dad.

Mia laughs as her grandfather tickles her and they all stare at her,amazed.

“Bringher back by six!” Stiles yells at his father’s retreating back,waving as Mia smiles at him.

“Seven!”He screams back. “So you learn not to have sex where your daughtercan see!”

“She’sten months, she doesn’t even know what a blow-” Derek clasps a handover his mouth.

“Juststop talking, please.”He mutters, watches as Stiles’ dad drives off and then heads backinside. To do laundry probably, Stiles frowns, Derek loves being alldomestic when they’re baby-free.

Such a wasted time.

“Weneed to start locking the door.” He says, following Derek into thekitchen.

“Weneed to stop having sex on the couch.”

Stiles throws his hands up. “Ah, come on. Not you too!”

“Wedohave a baby, Stiles.” Derek says, collecting the toys they had laidout for Mia to play while they were in the kitchen. “We have to bemore careful.”

“ButI like having sex on the couch.” Stiles says. “I like being ableto touch you all the time.”

“Butyou do–”

“We spent a long time not being able to do that.” He stillremembers the two years away, Derek in New York and Stiles callinghim at night, pretending he just wanted to ask about a book or ifDerek would buy him a Mets jersey. He remembers missing Derek likecrazy, going to New York just to see him and then spending the entireweekend trying not to give away his feelings.

Mostly, he remembers Derek kissing him on his last night there,remembers the feeling of finally being able to be with him, to run ahand over his hair and drop a kiss on his shoulder just because.He remembers Derek promising they’d be together forever.

“Stiles,” Derek says, kissing the top of his head, “I love you.That’s never going to change. But I also love our daughter and I’drather not answer to sex questions before she’s at leastthirteen.”

Despite himself, Stiles snorts, slumping against Derek’s chest.“Fine. No sex on the couch or the kitchen table. Forever.This is so unfair.”

“Well, you know she’ll move out eventually, right?” Derek asks.

The thought of his adorable baby girl growing up and going to collegeor even getting married is not something Stiles is prepared to dealwith now. “Hey! One problem at a time!” Derek snorts, pullingStiles in for a kiss.

“Come on, we can still have sex in our bed.”

Stiles grins, forgetting about Mia and his dad and everything else asDerek begins to unbutton his shirt. “I like the way you think.”

StreamWeek - Day 1

I don’t know what I’m doing.

Nobody’s putting out. Zero putting out happening. Total putting out failure.

“Mr. Stilinski,“ Agent Hale’s voice drew Stiles out of his trance.

Get it together Stilinski.

“Do I have to continuously remind you that while you might be one of the brightest in the class, you still do not have the authority nor will I tolerate class disruption or slacking off.” Kaleidoscopic eyes bore down on him.

“Now tell me, who is the person of interest”

“You are sir.” Stiles regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, he slapped his hand to his mouth in a desperate attempt to shove them back in his mouth.

His peers surrounding him broke out in groans and giggles, but Stiles couldn’t tear his gaze away from Hale’s. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow was raised along with a hint of a smirk.

Sterek Baseball AU-

Derek Hale was a free agent at the end of the season, and moved from the cold streets of Boston, Massachusetts to the warm sunny city of Los Angeles, California. Not only did he find himself with a team who didn’t tease him for his pre-pitch dance, but he found himself falling hard for a mouthy first baseman by the name of Stilinski.

“Out for two fucking games.” Derek scowled when Stiles sat down, “For catching a goddamn ball and getting my face hit.” He sighed, “And look at the form on that idiot. Does he not know how to pitch?” He paused for a moment, rubbing his face for a moment, “That was douchey. Sorry.”

Stiles laughed then patted his leg sympathetically. “Don’t worry, we all know he sucks. And it’s only for two games, dude. We’ll be fine since they have me on first base.” He smirked to himself and wiggled proudly in hopes of making Derek cheer up a little.

Derek laughed a little, giving Stiles’s knee a nudge with his own. “Lucky we’ve got you or we’d be fucked.” He laughed again, a bit of a flush rising to his cheeks. Luckily his face was still sort of red from where he’d been hit, so the flush wasn’t that noticeable.

“I’m glad you agree,” he laughed, glancing at him. “Damn, he got you good. You can see the redness through your manly lumberjack stubble.“ 

I’m blaming @dexterous-sinistrous for this.

Stiles turned to look at Derek, setting the book in his hand down. “Hey,” he answered, taking a small step away from the table.

“I’m coming with you,” Derek stated, wanting Stiles to know that he was willing to fight with him. “And it’s not just because … because of Claudia. It’s because you’re going. I wanted you to know that,” he explained.

Stiles faintly nodded, placing his hands on his hips as he stared down at the ground. “I want to say something before you tell McCall that you’re coming,” he answered as he looked up at Derek.

“Okay,” Derek replied, a small reassurance that he wanted Stiles to continue. Stiles nodded. He looked at the large tank housed on the opposite side of the library, almost wishing Lydia was still floating around in there to voice her own opinion. “I understand what you don’t like about me.”

Derek started to shake his head, about to argue.

“I do, Derek,” Stiles pushed. “Everything that I am makes you feel out of place. When you’re out there in the world.”

“Stiles, I don’t—”

“Derek, please,” Stiles softly pleaded. “I’ve written this down and thrown it away so many times. Please, just let me get this out before I run away.” Derek frowned, nodding in acceptance.

“When we’re in here, I’m a little more normal than our average guest,” Stiles continued. “But out there,” he sucked in a sharp breath, holding back his grief as he spoke next. “I wasn’t even allowed to attend my mother’s funeral.” Derek took a step forward, reaching a hand out for Stiles.

Stiles looked up at Derek, a sad expression falling over him. “I’m not like Allison,” he offered, having seen the way Derek and her seemed to start off rocky before becoming closer. “McCall’s right—I’m not human. I’ll never be, no matter how many times I grind these down,” he gestured towards the stumps where his horns slowly grew back every day. “I can never make you feel like you belong out there. Anyone else could, which is good. Really.” He wanted Derek to understand his sincerity. “I wish,” his voice cracked as he tried to say it.

Derek’s features frowned as he watched Stiles turn his head away.

“I wish I could do something about this,” Stiles softly explained as he gestured towards his face. “But I can’t.” He managed to steel his nervous, looking up at Derek. “But I can promise you two things. One, that I’ll always look this good.”

Derek faintly chuckled, a small smirk pulling across his lips as he dipped his chin.

“And two,” Stiles prompted, reaching out to capture Derek’s chin in his hand. He needed Derek to look at him—he needed to see the understanding in his eyes. “I’ll never give up on you.”

Derek looked at Stiles. He reached his hand up, his open palm cupping Stiles’ cheek. He ran his thumb along the curve of Stiles’ cheekbone. “I like that,” he barely whispered as he pulled Stiles into a hug, pressing his face into the crook of Stiles’ shoulder. He was still afraid of the fear that twisted in his stomach when he thought of loving Stiles more than what he allowed himself to feel. He was still afraid of losing control.

Derek sees Stiles walking down the sidewalk (and it’s not stalking, Derek’s just sitting in the Camero outside of Stiles’ house to keep an eye on things, like any good Alpha would). Stiles reaches into his pocket for his keys and Derek hears a small, sad sigh. A piece of his shriveled, aching heart breaks off and plunges into his stomach.

Since that night, the memories come too easily. Derek sees Kate naked in the twilight; feels her fingers trail up and down his ribs; hears her voice, low, as she murmurs in his ear. He tells her he loves her and she smiles, wicked and wide, and climbs over him again.

Derek’s out of the car before he has time to second guess it, and Stiles flails into the doorjamb when he hops onto the porch. The sudden acrid spike of fear takes hold of Stiles’ normal scent, and Derek rubs his nose as though he can wipe it away along with his guilt.

“Um, Derek, dude, I’m sure the looming thing is great for the pack but personal space is, you know, a thing. For humans.”

Derek frowns and grumbles, “I’m not looming,” even though the way his body deflates is just a little contradictory.

“You’re like a puffer fish,” Stiles says, and while the scent of fear is fading, the lightness is gone from his voice and his face is tired, strained.

Derek rubs the back of his neck. This was a mistake.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I’ll just…” and he turns to leave.

He gets one foot on the first step when Stiles groans, loud and exasperated. “Derek, I get it. Okay? And I’m not gonna get into it, but last I checked, I get to choose what to call whatever the hell I’m feeling.”

When Derek turns around, Stiles’ lips are pursed and his nostrils flared and he looks so fucking perfect even when he’s irritated. Derek’s heart shrinks two more sizes while the lump in his throat grows double.

He swallows. It doesn’t help. There’s nothing comfortable about hard truths.

“Feelings like that don’t matter when you’re sixteen.”

Stiles’ face softens and Derek watches, unsure, as he reaches out a hand. What Stiles does, what Derek is not expecting, is take Derek’s hand. He watches as Stiles intertwines their fingers - gently, like he’s trying not to spook the Alpha of Beacon Hills. Derek looks back up as Stiles tugs him forward, skin warm and heart beating steady.

You hit me at exactly the right time because I was just finishing this:

Just picture Derek waking up late on a quiet Sunday morning, pulling on Stiles’ worn FBI shirt in a sleepy haze, and shuffling out to the kitchen where there’s a mug of fresh coffee waiting for him. Stiles is making breakfast and just lets him putter around in the background while he wakes up–he still finds a half-asleep Derek impossibly endearing, and if he can avoid waking him up fully, he does. Every chance he gets. It’s still something of a novelty that Derek doesn’t jerk awake at the slightest movement or creaking floorboard.

In this particular future, they’ve got a house up in the mountains overlooking Beacon Hills, and Derek likes to shuffle out onto the deck to drink his coffee and read the paper when he’s conscious enough. It usually takes a few tries to get both the sliding door and the screen unlocked and open, but he gets there eventually. Stiles just lets it happen, however long it takes.

When breakfast is ready and on the table, he follows Derek outside and hugs him from behind so he hook his chin over his shoulder and look out at the city. There’s a chilly breeze because it’s moving into fall, but with Derek in his arms blocking the wind, he’s still warm. 

He presses kisses to Derek’s neck and stubbly jaw, and runs his hands up under the front of his own shirt, and marvels at the extra space through the chest and shoulders. Derek’s eased up on his workouts over the years, the further from danger and memories they got, and he’s not soft by any means, just less obsessive with being prepared for an attack of any kind. He doesn’t feel like he has to be a physical wall against any and all threats, not anymore.

There are good days and bad, of course there are bad days with everything they’ve been through in life, but the weekends are always theirs. The weekends are for waking up late and having real breakfast that’s not a rushed piece of toast in the car on the way into the Sacramento field office, and half-asleep coffee on the deck while the city comes alive. 

They’ll probably go back to bed after they eat–maybe have some lazy and playful sex if they’re in the mood. Maybe they’ll just spoon and doze into the afternoon, because even though Stiles loves being the little spoon when he sleeps, he also loves holding Derek in his arms while the sun’s light lazily inches across their bedroom.

Sterek AU | based on the fic It’s been like years since it’s been clear

Commission for Bettiebloodshed through the sterekcampaign, who asked for Mer!Stiles and Beta!Derek.

This was so much fun to do! I have been wanting to do a TW Mer!Au for a while now, and when Bettiebloodshed used it as her prompt I was so excited to draw it! She has been kind enough to let me post a high-res version of this, for people who’d like to use it as their desktop. I’ll be posting that soon.