STEREK WEEK 2019: Day 2 - Lyrics & Quotes

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STEREK WEEK 2019: Day 2 - Lyrics & Quotes

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I Never Existed
Stiles rolled out of Derek's bed, grabbing his underwear and pants in a hurry.
"I'll see you later?" Stiles asked, trying to keep the hopefulness out of his tone.
"Sure," Derek nodded, his eyes on a book in his lap.
"It's Theo and I's anniversary soon," Stiles said, pulling on his shirt.
Derek didn't respond.
"I'm thinking of breaking up with him," Stiles eyed Derek for any reaction. A hopeful glint in his eyes or a curve of his lips into a smile. But he didn't get either of those.
Derek remained emotionless as he spoke. "Not on my account I hope."
Stiles' tongue flicked across his lower lip before his teeth sunk into it. His eyes dropping in embarrassment.
"We've talked about this, Stiles," Derek huffed, his eyes still trained on his book.
"No, you talked, I listened," Stiles objected, his tone sharper than he intended.
"I know you always say you'd give him away for me, But I've never been the one for commitment. I'm gonna leave you either way if you stay with me. So go home, and tell him I never existed," Derek finally met Stiles' eyes. He hated seeing them sad, but he couldn't give Stiles what he wanted.
"But he-"Stiles started but Derek cut in.
"I don't wanna hear it if it isn't involved with me, cause your relationship is none of my business."
Stiles took in a deep breath before huffing it out, "If you don't have any kind of feelings for me then why am I here?" he'd been dying to ask that question since the second time they met up.
Derek rose his brows at Stiles, "For the sex."
Stiles bit down on his bottom lip again. It hurt to hear Derek talk like that. Yeah, the sex was great, but Stiles loved Derek. Had for a while. It took a couple drinks to get the guy talking but when he did, he was sweet and less guarded, and Stiles fell for him. But sober Derek was gruff, and distant and rejected Stiles over and over and yet he kept coming back. Just like with Theo. No matter how much they fought and how shitty Theo treated him, he kept going back. Why couldn't he find someone who wanted him no matter what?
Derek watched at Stiles walked out of his loft without another word. He wondered if that was the end of him and Stiles. A twisting in his stomach reminded him that it was a good thing if so. Getting attached was never part of the plan and yet here he was, dying to rush after Stiles and tell him to leave Theo, to never go back. To stay with him instead. However, bitter experience kept him in bed. Half of him hoping to never see Stiles again, the other half already missing his touch.
Stiles fought the tears in his eyes as he climbed into his jeep. What had just been a drunken one night stand to get over Theo after their first break up, had turned into a regular meeting. After the first night, Stiles had craved more of what Derek made him feel; alive and wanted. When Derek had made it clear that nothing else would ever develop, Stiles told himself it was for the best and when Theo came crawling back, begging for Stiles to give him another chance, he did. But he couldn't ever get Derek out of his head. It had taken a week for Stiles and Theo to start fighting again, and in a fit of rage, Stiles called Derek.
Derek didn't care that Stiles was still technically with Theo. He was willing to keep the secret if Stiles was, and it had been surprisingly easy for Stiles. So easy he'd been doing it for close to six months. Any time Stiles and Theo fought, Stiles would find himself seeking out Derek.
When Stiles started to hint at something more between him and Derek though, Derek got more distant. He reminded Stiles that it was strictly physical between them and it never failed to hurt, but Stiles had promised himself that he'd leave one or both of them before Theo and his one-year anniversary. He'd hoped that with the news that Stiles was leaving Theo, Derek would accept him with open arms. But Derek made it very clear that he was not an option for Stiles.
"I'm gonna leave you either way if you stay with me."
Derek's words replayed in Stiles' head, causing the tears to slip down his face. What was it about him that made him unlovable? Theo didn't love him; he wouldn't treat Stiles the way he did otherwise. Derek didn't love him. Lydia hadn't loved him. Malia hadn't loved him. He just wanted to know why.
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STEREK WEEK 2019- Day 2- Lyrics&Quotes
A pure soul And beautiful You Don’t understand Don’t fear me now I will breath For the both of us
Stand Inside Your Love- The Smashing Pumpkins
For day 2 of @sterekweek2019
Lyrics & Quotes
All for Us
Ohh, taking it all for us
Taking it all
Taking it all for us
Ohh, doing it all for love
Doing it all
Doing it all for love
Taking it all for us, oh
Doing it all for love
Yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Too much in my system (famine, famine)
Money MIA (pockets hella empty)
Mama making ends meet (making ends meet)
Working like a slave (Mississippi, ay, ay)
Daddy ain't at home, no (father, father)
Gotta be a man (Michael Corleone)
Do it for my homegrowns (sisters, brothers)
Do it for the fam (yeah, so tell 'em, Labby)
Ay
Just for your love, yeah, I'll
Give you the world
Mona Lisa's smile
Hey
Hell, I'll do twenty-five to life
If it makes me your king
A star in your eyes
Guilty or innocent
My love is infinite, I'm giving it
No need for prisoners
Bitch, please, hands up
This is a stickup, 'cause I'm
Hey, yeah
I'm taking it
Yeah-eah
I'm taking it all for us, oh
Doing it all for love
Yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Guess you figured my two times two
Always equates to one
Dreamers are selfish
When it all comes down to it
I hope one of you come back
To remind me of who I was
When I go disappear
Into that good night
(Good night, good night, good night, good night)
I'm taking it all for us, oh
Doing it all for love
Yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Teen Wolf moodboards: Sterek - lyrics from “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex (thanks to @tygermine for the song suggestion).
Made for @sterekweek2019 and Day 2 prompt ‘lyrics & quotes.’
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You've been locked in here forever, and you just can't say goodbye -
Your lips, my lips, apocalypse -
Go and sneak us through the rivers flood is rising up on your knees -
Oh please, come out and haunt me, I know you want me -
Oh, when you're all alone, I will reach for you, when you're feeling low, I will be there too

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Pirouettes and Practice Peeks
Written for @sterekweek2019 Day 2 : Lyrics & Quotes - a little loosely interpreted!^^ Please enjoy 900 words of awkward Derek and pure fluff!
Derek only sees him for a minute or so each week.
His bus home stops across from a dance studio and on Wednesdays Derek makes sure to sit on the right side of the bus. With the darkness coming earlier every day, it’s easy to see into the studio, as brightly lit as it is. Most afternoons and evenings are filled with dance classes, everything from baby and daddy dancing to awkward teenagers learning how to waltz to zumba for grandmas.
But on Wednesdays, there’s just him.
Derek doesn’t know his name, barely even knows his face, but he knows how his body moves to music Derek can’t hear. The most fascinating thing though is that Derek can’t tell which style he trains for. One week it’s ballet, the next something closer to Jazz dance, then he’s joined by a strawberry blonde woman for some ballroom dance. One night Derek is pretty sure he recognises the dance routine from Flashdance, only to choke on his own spit when the next week gifts him with a kilt, flying up tantalisingly high on every jump.
When the bus doesn’t stop to drop someone off, Derek sometimes only catches a mere glimpse of the dancer, a pose held for the few seconds he sees him, a pirouette so quick he blurs in front of Derek’s eyes. Those evenings make him seem even more like a dream, a vision disappearing as quickly as it appears.
Derek wouldn’t ever admit it, and Laura can certainly never know, but he times his bus ride home on Wednesdays for those fleeting glimpses. Which is why he’s very disappointed when one Wednesday in mid December a meeting runs late and makes him miss his usual bus.
The later bus is far emptier than his usual one, so there’s no shortage of free spaces, but Derek still automatically sits down on the right side of the bus, at the window, even though he knows there’s no point now. The dancer is probably long gone now.
Indeed, when the bus stops, the dance studio is dark, the light from the street lamp reflected in its empty window. Derek had known that would be the case, but he still feels a sharp sting of disappointment.
“I haven’t seen you before, are you new?”
The voice makes Derek look up slowly and brings him face to face with who must be his dancer. Up close, the guy is almost absurdly pretty, big amber eyes crowned by long, dark lashes, pink, plump lips that are pulled up in a smile that reveals teeth shining brighter against the contrast of the dark flush on his cheeks. For a moment Derek thinks he has fallen asleep and is dreaming on the bus.
“But I have seen you,” he replies dumbly and dancer guy’s smile brightens even more.
“Oh cool! Where?”
“Here,” Derek says and then corrects himself when dancer guy’s eyebrows furrow: “I mean, in the studio. When the bus stops.” Dancer guy’s frown deepens and Derek hurriedly adds: “I’m not a stalker, though, I promise! I just like your dancing! And I’ve never gotten off the bus, just watched you on our way past. I don’t even know your name!”
Dancer guy studies him for a moment, expression unreadable and then says:
“I’m Stiles. It’s nice to meet you, not-Stalker.”
He stretches out a hand and Derek, overwhelmed with the events of tonight, first has to fumble around with his phone, almost dropping it in the process, before he can manage to grasp it.
“Derek,” he replies. “Derek Hale. I work a little further into town and really do need to take this bus, I promise.”
“I believe you,” Stiles reassures him and after a brief moment of hesitation he seems to come to a decision and adds: “If you’d like to catch more than a few seconds of my dancing, we’re doing a production in the City Hall Friday night. Eight pm. There’ll be a ticket for you at the door if you want one, Derek Hale. And perhaps afterwards you can tell me what you liked about my dancing over a drink or two.”
And with that he gets up and starts making his way towards the front of the bus, which has stopped again without Derek even noticing. As it is, Stiles is almost out of the door already before Derek finds his voice again and calls out: “I’ll be there!”
He isn’t sure Stiles has even heard him anymore, the doors closing before Derek’s last word has fully formed, but then he sees Stiles jump into a twirling pirouette, ending it with a bow and a wave towards Derek, who waves back, but forgoes the pirouette for now.
“City Hall, Friday night, eight pm,” he whispers to himself and tries not to grin too widely.
He has no idea what awaits him there - judging by Stiles’ practices, it might as well be Swanlake as Step up, but that doesn’t even matter. He’s going to see Stiles dance in two days time, really properly dance, not just sneak a peek at a practice.
And he has a date afterwards!
Potentially he’s even more excited about that. Not yet excited enough to try a pirouette though. He’ll leave that to Stiles.
Can’t miss his date because of a broken leg, can he?
Oh god, he has a date with dancer guy! Whom he sort of maybe slight stalked!
If this goes anywhere, they are going to have to come up with a different cover story, because Laura can never, ever know about this.
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Sterek Week 2019 · Themes: Lyrics & Quotes, Canon Highlights
Rated: T
Words: 1,137
Based on the song, Put the Gun Down by ZZ Ward
*Warning: While this is very much a Sterek story (pre-sterek, if you will), it is the last episode of Teen Wolf from Lydia’s POV.
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“It’s time to put the guns down.”
-Chris Argent, Wolves of War
Lydia’s relationships with men have always been complicated. It starts with her father, who not only divorces Lydia’s mom but his daughter as well when he abandons Beacon Hills to start a shiny-new family. She isn’t naive enough to believe it will end with Stiles Stilinski, but deep down in a very secret part of her heart, she’d hoped.
She won't define herself by the men who pass her like ships in the night, but she’s fiercely intelligent, adaptive and insightful, and each signal flash illuminates more of her truth. From Jackson Whittemore, Lydia discovers the cost of hiding who you are; from Aiden Steiner, the price of concealing your heart. Scott McCall teaches her what a family can be, and Peter Hale demonstrates the heights and depths her power can reach. What Jordan Parrish could have shown her she doesn't allow herself to explore, because the fire burning between two harbingers of death can’t possibly sustain life.
Then, there’s Stiles.
The image reflected back to her in Stiles’ warm, brown eyes is always artfully applied cherry-red lipstick and perfectly coiffed strawberry-blond curls, even on her worst days. For years she’s wrapped his devotion around her like a favorite oversized sweater, easily hung back in the closet when the weather turns warm. These days it’s made of tougher, sturdier stuff, things she can’t define, and wears like armor, protecting her heart. Before tonight, she never worried it might not be enough.
Despite no longer sporting crimson eyes and the title of alpha, Derek Hale storms back into town with self-assured confidence, born of blood and sacrifice and evolution, and wherever Derek goes, Stiles’ eyes follow. It makes Lydia feel bruised, skin rubbed raw, body dragged along the concrete under Roscoe’s tires.
“You came back for Beacon Hills?” Scott asks, surprise and gratitude coloring his words.
“No,” Derek answers, “I came back for you.” Derek and Scott hug, grasp each other’s shoulders, bridge years of miscommunication and misunderstandings in seconds as the pack looks happily on. She’s never related to Peter more than when he breaks up the saccharine reunion with a snide, immature comment. There's a petulant child inside her too, longing to scream in Derek’s young, handsome face, I had him first.
She’ll never hang Derek for his family’s tragedy—that yard of rope wraps solely around Kate Argent’s neck, and will hopefully strangle her one day—but Derek’s return to the pack ignites a spark that threatens to burn down Lydia’s whole damn house. It’s devastatingly ironic Should she laugh, or cry? Or scream.
Sterek Week 2019 Day Two: Lyrics and Quotes
Title: Darling Take My Hand
Song: Heads and Tails by Banners
Summary: In his youth, Stiles had never given much thought to getting married. There were too many other, more exciting things to think about. Then he met Lydia Martin, and things changed. Of course, he was never meant to be Lydia’s king, but that’s something that he’s okay with. More than okay actually. Because he gets to have this instead, and it’s perfect.
Rating: G
AO3
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With everything you never really know
Whenever there is trouble on the road
Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll go
In his youth, Stiles had never really given much thought to getting married. There were too many other things to think about, like whether or not dinosaurs could exists again or where he could sign up to be a Jedi master. Marriage was a foreign idea that only registered when speaking about his parents and how perfect they were for each other or when he was forced to dress up and attend his cousin Marty’s wedding.
Then he met Lydia Martin and things changed. His mom thought it was cute when he started imagining what their wedding would be like. She indulged Stiles by teaching him about flower bouquets, carefully constructing his ideal arrangement of red and pink roses bound together with lilies and one random sunflower (it was hideous but he was proud of it). She helped him bake a practice wedding cake, comforting him when it came out lopsided and less than perfect. To her, this was a child’s fantasy. It was a fun game to play with her son. But for Stiles, it was real. He knew that Lydia’s wedding would be a grand spectacle indeed, and he knew without a doubt that he would be standing at her side.
Of course, he was wrong. While Lydia will always be his Queen, he was never destined to be her King. Her wedding was a fucking ball though, and he’s so proud that he at least got that right.
But that’s fine. More than fine actually. It’s great.
Because Stiles has something greater than a grand spectacle with Lydia Martin. He has a small backyard wedding with Derek Hale, and it’s better than he ever imagined. It’s perfect.