#smokesforsterek

After a long day at the office, Derek really justwants to go straight to bed.

Hours upon hours ofcrunching numbers have the bad habit of leaving him drained and exhausted. Hishead hurts and his eyes burn from staring at the monitor for too long. Which isquite a feat because he is a werewolf with accelerated healing abilities andshouldn’t even be able to get a headache.

Yet here he is, sittingin his car and staring at the entrance door to his house. It doesn’t comecloser no matter how hard he glares at it. He is so tired that the thought ofmoving alone makes him want to tear up.

Soft tapping againstthe driver side window pull him from his staring contest. Derek blinks twicebefore turning his head slowly. The movement sends a sharp pain just behind hisright eye. He has to close his eyes for a second to breathe through the pain.

The first thing Dereksees when he opens them again is Stiles gentle smile. His boyfriend has asteaming mug in one hand, probably – hopefully – coffee, while his other handrests on the roof of the Camaro.

“Come now, Sourwolf,”his voice is muffled through the closed car door. “Only a little bit more andyou can crash. I already pulled the curtains closed and put a waterbottle onthe nightstand. You only have to follow me. 

It is tempting to justfollow Stiles’ into the house and fall into bed.

“I can’t take a napnow,” Derek opens the door with a weak huff before slowly crawling out into thebright sunlight. He sways a little but finds his footing with Stiles’ handresting on his elbow. “There are papers I need to look through until tomorrow.They are important.”

“No they are not,”Stiles replies when he closes the car door behind Derek. “You are important.You don’t even need to work and given that you have a headache when that shouldbe an impossible thing is warning enough, don’t you think so?”

He doesn’t even waitfor Derek’s answer. Instead he puts the mug into his shaking hands beforetaking the briefcase from the backseat. The liquid in the mug isn’t coffee, it’stea.

“Stiles,” Derek triesagain and takes his other hand to steady the mug. The warmth feels soothing.

“No, Derek,” Stileslooks at him, gentle but decisive. “You will go inside, finish your tea and getinto bed. You’re not just tired, you’re exhausted. And really, tomorrow isSaturday. Do you need to go into work on a Saturday?”

Derek frowns and takesa sip from his tea.

“Tomorrow is Saturday?I still feel like it’s only Wednesday,” he sighs and leans against Stilestaking in the warm scent of his boyfriend. “So I can take a nap?”

“Sure you can. And ifyou’re a good boy and head inside now, I’ll even join you.”

Not even the headachemanages to slow Derek down when he has the promise of a cuddled up nap.

Thanks for sending me this sentence! I hope you like this little ficlet!

UMM??? HOW DID YOU GET THIS GIF OF YOURSELF SMILING AT A PHONE? OMG?!?!?!

I can’t believe how quickly this year has gone by. It seems like just a few days ago my AO3 was empty. Alas, here we are, and this year has some great additions to my works page. I’m also including the percentage of kudos engagement based on hits. So, my math there is # of Kudos ÷ # of Hits x 100. All these numbers are as of Jan 1, 2018. 

Most Viewed:

Add Another to Our Brood - 11,596 Hits [716 Kudos] (6%)

Most Kudos:

Gran Knows Best - 993 Kudos [9,704 Hits] (10%)

Best Kudos Engagement:

The Hoodie - 3,399 Hits & 545 Kudos (16%)

Honorable Mentions: 

Empty - 10,294 Hits & 848 Kudos (8%)

Fight Me Valentine - 5,906 Hits & 727 Kudos (12%)

Brunch Club - 4,726 Hits & 619 Kudos (13%)

Other Stats:

Works Published: 12

Kudos: 6,073

Comment Threads:  205

Bookmarks: 879

Word Count: 49,434

Hits: 64,252

Stiles is walking through town seeing how little it's changed since the last time that he was here, probably like 5 years before. And Somehow he runs into Derek and maybe they were friends in kindergarten before Stiles was shipped off to who knows where after his parents died. And their such juxtapositions that they hate each other? like Stiles was so fun loving and happy as a kid and now he has a murder-y vibe about him, and derek had so much potential to be a professional ball player (2/?)

but he blew his knee in college and his career is over. so now he just bums around, he's got a part time job a few places, but he isn't very good at one thing or another. They fucking hate each other. and somehow, they keep bumping into each other. and some-fucking-how they are at the same restaurant at the same table together, and they're both nervous because this is not a date, nope. IT'S NOT A DATE OKAY?!?! but Derek manages to make Stiles crack a smile, and maybe seeing Stiles so taken (3/?)

care of by his job makes Derek want something more from his life of living paycheck to paycheck. Soooo, Derek starts feeling Stiles out, asking for career advise and maybe taking the jobs he has now more seriously? while Stiles hasn't felt so light talking to someone in years, and he keeps trying to find ways to talk to Derek because he makes him feel /happy/. And then SOMEHOW they end up on a real date. and that date goes all the way to Derek's apartment. *Wiggles eyebrows* (4/?)

Stiles break gets extended, and they spend more and more time together. Stiles realizes he's falling for Derek a little bit? and Derek realizes that despite his broody demeanor, he can really see him and stiles being something long term. And Stiles is called into go to work, and he takes off without really telling Derek. Derek doesn't know what he does, he wouldn't understand, and Stiles really has to get away from him because he can't fall in love. He isn't enough for anyone, especially (5/?)

Derek. So he leaves... and he tries not to look back, but he dreams about Derek at night. Both sexy and not sexy dreams. He even dreams about them having a fucking house together with dog and a little girl. like. fuck he's in deep. and it affects his mission. when he finishes, his bosses are like "this isn't you stilinski" and he's like "no, not anymore. I'm out." and after some yelling and threats to and from stiles, he leaves. He goes home and tries to find Derek but he can't find him. (6/?)

He goes around to all the shops he works at and they all tell him he skipped town a few days ago. after getting his number, he tries to call, but derek won't answer and stiles starts to worry that someone found out who he was to stiles and kidnapped him. So Stiles uses his army/assassin contacts to find him. He's in San Diego. so Stiles goes to san diego and is tracking derek onto UCSD campus and bursts into a lecture hall to find... derek... in class??? (7/?)

Derek is super embarrassed and sends Stiles to his apartment with promise they'll talk after class. So Stiles goes, and when Derek comes back they talk. Turns out Stiles leaving lit a fire under derek's but to be better. because he thought Stiles left becuase he was such a deadbeat. and then Derek asks "Why did you bust into my lecture hall with a gun?" and that's when Stiles tells derek what he does... did. love confessions ensue. happily ever after ensues after that. (8/?)Once Derek graduates, and once Stiles finds a job he can do (ptsd makes it hard to find a job) they buy a house, get a dog. a few years later, Derek is teaching at BHHS, and is the baseball coach. He takes himself more seriously than he ever has. they adopt a little girl. Stiles hasn't touched a gun in years, and he can sit in a room without being on high alert. He can relax. EVERYTHING IS SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS. (9/9)

KATIE I WOULD READ 100K OF THIS JFC.

ALL THE STEREK AUS. I love it. I was reading them as each message came in just like... YES WHAT’S NEXT.

smokesforsterek replied to your post “I swear Doctor Who’s episode Midnight is the actual best episode of...”

Okay but this is the truest thing on the planet. I legit have very little memory of being a doctor who fan, but I go back and watch midnight every so often. Like for real. Silence in the library is another amazing one.

I tried... I’m not sure where this went. *Throws some fluff and feels at you and runs away*

Stiles had no idea why he had thought getting caught in the rain would be romantic. In movies if always looked so sweet and it almost always lead to hot sex, but in reality it was cold and by the time he and Derek made it to the beach house they were renting Stiles was pretty miserable.

Derek hadn’t even tried to kiss him. This was their first trip as a, well not as boyfriends, but as whatever they were now, and Derek had been weird the entire time.

Not that it was surprising, Derek always acted a little weird around the full moon. Stiles had is own theories on why, but he wasn’t going to ask him, he knew that Derek would tell him when he was ready. 

They both stripped off their wet clothes in the entryway of the house. Stiles grabbed their clothes and made his way to the small laundry room to toss the clothes into the dryer. 

“You smell like wet dog,” Stiles said with a smirk in his voice. He turned around to see Derek standing in his still wet boxer briefs in the doorway. 

Derek’s eyes went a little wide at the comment and then he shook his head softly, his voice easy as he said, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“Oh nothing,” Stiles said with a little smile, leaning against the dryer, the sound of their clothes tumbling filled the quiet. 

“Stiles,” Derek said, stepping forward, caging him against the dryer, “Ask.”

“Say it,” Stiles said, leaning forward and kissing Derek’s neck, his hands on Derek’s hips, “If I already figured it out and I’m still here, you can just say it.”

“This feels like a scene from Twilight,” Derek said, laughing against Stiles’ temple. 

“Wrong powers,” Stiles said, kissing Derek’s jaw, “Wrong genetic makeup. So say it. I’m not running away.”

“Stiles,” Derek said with a sigh, “I’m a werewolf.”

“I know,” Stiles said, leaning back so he could kiss Derek’s lips, “I’ve known since English 101 freshman year.”

“Why didn’t you say anything,” Derek said, resting his forehead against Stiles’.

“Why didn’t you,” Stiles countered with a smile. He saw it reflected on Derek’s face, “I mean Scott’s a werewolf, you know he’s my best friend. You should have figured I knew about werewolves.”

“Scott never mentioned that you knew,” Derek said, “I don’t assume anything.”

“I’m the one who figured out that Scott was a werewolf,” Stiles said with a laugh, “But I’m glad you told me, I wouldn’t be able to date a guy who wasn’t honest with me about who he is.”

“So we’re dating now huh?” Derek asked with a smile.

“It looks like it, yeah,” Stiles said kissing Derek again and again.

“I can live with that,” Derek said after a moment, kissing Stiles back.

“No take backs,” Stiles singsonged, ducking under Derek’s arm and running toward the stairs, “Now come on wolfman, show me what you’re made of.”

Derek’s eyes flashed blue and he chases after Stiles, tackling him onto the bed with a dull thump.