STEREK WEEK 2018! Day 2:  Lyrics and Quotes

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Sterek Week ‘18 // Lyrics & Quotes

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Well, I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound/ I know the sound, of your heart - ‘The Sound’ by The 1975 (x)

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He should have seen it coming, Derek thinks. But, then, maybe he had and just chose to ignore it. Too scared to think about what it meant. Too afraid to face the fact that every time they were together, no matter who else was there, no matter what situation they were in, it was always Stiles’ heartbeat that sang to him above all others. Be it strong and steady at rest, or fast and tremulous in times of stress, it was always the one Derek heard first, loud and clear and instantly recognisable to his ears. It had been that way from the moment they met.

Hearing it that day in the preserve, nervous and racing as Stiles tried (and failed) to act casual, he had somehow become immediately attuned to it. It was instinctive, like breathing, and all too soon he found himself always listening for it, seeking it out, searching for the comfort of hearing it beat and knowing its owner was okay.

That should have been his first clue, he thinks now. The way he always sought out Stiles’ heartbeat, above and before all others. The way his own heart stuttered when he caught the uptick in Stiles’ heartbeat every time they were around each other. The way it contracted painfully every time he so much as even thought about Stiles hurt or in danger.

But still he ignored it. Told himself that just because he always knew when Stiles was around, just because he knew the sound of his heart so well, it didn’t mean anything. After all, he could recognise the rest of the pack by their heartbeats too. And others as well, once he’d spent some time with them. Melissa, the Sheriff (the beat reminiscent of his son’s in many ways and oddly soothing to Derek), even Chris and Parrish.

There was no ignoring it now, though. Not when that heart - that big, beautiful heart - was beating so close to his own, Stiles lying curled in his arms, he and Derek, heaving chest to heaving chest, both their hearts still pounding from the exertion of having just made love. Loud, sweaty, passionate, no holds barred, unashamed love.

It sounded so intimate now. The sound of Stiles’ heart beating as they lay there together, wrapped in each other. Like it was meant for Derek’s ears, and Derek’s ears only. Like Stiles’ heart beat only for him, for Derek. The way Derek’s beat only for Stiles.

So when Stiles finally got his breath back enough to whisper I love you, you know in Derek’s ear, Derek smiled and thought yeah, I know.

Song: Begin Again - Taylor Swift

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The laughter takes Stiles by surprise; he’s not used to people finding his jokes funny, not anymore, and never in such a genuine, easy way. But Derek has his head tilted up towards the lights, mouth open in unabashed amusement, his laughter ringing out melodious and deep. When their gazes catch, Derek’s eyes are bright. He’s easily the most beautiful person that Stiles has ever seen. And Stiles has somehow managed to make him laugh.

“What,” Derek asks after a moment, where all Stiles can do is stare at him in awe.

He can’t help his awestruck expression though. He feels the random urge to reach out and press his fingers against Derek’s smile. “I-. It’s nothing. You’re just-.” He breathes, trying to collect the errant thoughts restlessly flitting through his mind. “You’re beautiful.”

Derek laughs again, eyes twinkling. “So are you,” he responds around his grin. Normally, Stiles would protest. He’s never considered himself beautiful; maybe mildly attractive on a good day, but never beautiful. But there’s something about the easy way that Derek says it, so casual in his delivery, that gives Stiles pause. Maybe, he imagines feeling a rush of astonishing pleasure, Derek actually believes that.

Stiles slides a silver band onto Derek’s ring finger. “I’ll never squander what’s in limited supply, and cherish what cannot be replaced. I’ll never presume what we value we’ll always possess, but will value what’s priceless. And above all, I’ll love what we have now, as if it might be lost.”

The officiant smiles. “I’m honored to present this couple who’ve committed to each for the rest of their lives. Derek and Stiles, go forth and live each day to the fullest.”

Their loved ones cheer as Derek captures his mouth in a sweet kiss that tastes like a promise.

Sterek Week 2018 • Day 2: Lyrics & Quotes

There's only so much of Beacon Hills that one person can take, and Stiles has hit his limit

Sterekweek Lyrics and Quotes Submission

Summary: 5 Times Derek and Stiles used quotes to same something important and 1 time they used a quote to say ‘I love you’

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Soooo… 1) I’m sorry, 2) I’m really sorry, 3) Normally I don’t even read cheating fics let alone write them, but… 4) Sometimes a story just demands that you write it and you have no choice but to comply, and, 5) I blame Anderson East for all of this.

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‘Cause you were the only one I was holding/ And I was holding her close/ You were the only one I was thinking of/ Lying in her arms/ Throwing away our love - ‘Lying in Her Arms’ by Anderson East (x)

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It was a mistake. Of course it was. He’d known that even as it was happening. Hell, he’d known even before it happened. But that hadn’t stopped him. That stupid, useless urge to self-sabotage overrode everything else it seemed. Or maybe that was just another excuse. He had a whole list of them.

He and Derek had been fighting constantly for months. When they weren’t fighting Derek had been acting cool towards him. Derek wouldn’t let him in, wouldn’t open up, kept pushing him away. He felt lonely even when Derek was right by his side.

Excuses, all of them. He was a cheater now, that was what it boiled down to, and he knew Derek wouldn’t excuse him any more than he could excuse himself. He was weak, and insecure, and now he’d thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Derek didn’t know yet. Didn’t know that once again a lover he had trusted implicitly had just burned down everything he held dear. But he would know. Stiles owed him that, no matter how much it would hurt. He owed Derek the truth, the whole shameful sordid lot of it. Derek deserved to know what Stiles was really like. He deserved to walk away, clean and unsullied and free to find someone more worthy of him. And Stiles deserved to lose Derek.

She had caught him at his weakest. Another excuse, but one with truth to it. He’d tried to talk to Derek again, and again he’d been shut out. And then, there she was. Stiles had remembered how it had been before Derek, when she had been everything he thought he would ever want. Lydia Martin. His dream girl. Of course, back then he was still pretending, even to himself, that it was only girls who interested him. And, well, she was beautiful and intelligent and cutting and he couldn’t wait to bleed on her sharp edges. He was bleeding now all right, but not because of her. He’d ripped his own heart out, right along with Derek’s, and there was no tamping this wound.