Sterek Sideblog

Stiles: Why?

Derek: Just come here

Stiles: No

Derek: Why not?

Stiles: You’re gonna bite me

Derek: I’m not gonna bite you

Stiles: You’re gonna bite me

Derek: *pouts*

Stiles: Derek I can literally see your fangs

Derek: *pulls his lip up* no fangs. I’m not gonna bite you, baby. Just come heeeere

Stiles: *backs away, squinting* Then why are your eyes glowing

Derek: *blinks them back to green* They’re not. You’re imagining things. *follows after him*

Stiles: Why are you LICKING YOUR LIPS

Derek: *smirks*

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and derek? you never had a chance

Like Derek pulls him aside after a pack mission and squeezes his shoulder and says “good job”

And Stiles just kinda floats for three days because he’s worked so hard to get a response like that, not just from Derek but from anyone. When does anyone ever really tell him good job? And it feels extra special coming from Derek somehow. He didn’t say anything to Stiles after the pool, or when Stiles used his spark to trap the kanima OR when Stiles made a plan to break into a freaking bank vault. It feels like they’ve reached a milestone in this…friendship? Supernatural crime fighting duo-ship? Anyhoo, Stiles is really happy about it.

And now he can’t stop thinking about Derek touching his shoulder and telling him good job. And Derek touching his shoulder. And Derek telling him good job. And Derek touching him. And telling him good job–

“Good job, Stiles.”

Stiles blinks the water out of his eyes. He’s in the shower, on his knees, and Derek’s massive form is above him, dripping water onto his face and guiding his head with a hand in his hair, making him gag and drool and fuck, that’s so hot. He looks up and sees Derek leaning forward on the shower wall, grinning down at him.

“You look so pretty on your knees, Stiles,” he purrs, using his tight grip to tilt Stiles’ head back. “Doing such a good job for me.” Stiles whimpers and Derek tilts his head to the sound and his eyes flash red and his smile turns sinful. “Ready?”

Stiles swallows and scrambles to get a grip on Derek’s strong thighs as he’s bracketed against the wall, and Derek’s hand tightens in his hair and–

He startles awake. It still dark out, and he’s sweaty and dazed and his boxers feel gross and–oh my god, this has gone absolutely too far.

He’s able to stop thinking about it without blushing after a couple of days and it’s not so awkward to be around Derek as he thought it would be. So what if he had a mind blowingly hot as hell sex dream about him? He can’t go through life being embarrassed about things like that. Like, who hasn’t Stiles had a sex dream about? Come on now. He got a compliment from Derek AND he got something for the spank bank as well. So really, things are A-okay, fantastic even. Splendid.

And his playlist is somehow oddly fitting, with songs like back in black, welcome to the jungle, eye of the tiger etc.

And if Stiles walks in there, you can be damn sure he’s gonna make some comments.

“What is this? A Rocky movie? This is Derek’s playlist? Oh my God. Oh my God. Why are you such a jock? Well, that makes sense. But why are you a jock from the eighties? And why does it feel like you curated it for this exact purpose? Wait, that’s kinda wholesome actually—”

And then the next song comes on and it’s We are family, and Derek scrambles to turn it off, but it’s too late. There's a beat of silence where everyone’s just looking at each other, holding their breaths. And then they lose it.

Erica is howling, Boyd is doubled over, and Isaac is on the floor. Stiles points at Derek. “Oh my GOD,” he wheezes. “You made a pack bonding playlist.”

Derek is blushing and looking angry at the same time, like he can't decide if he wants to die or kill everyone, and then he mutters “Training is over,” and storms off.

Next training session they surprise group tackle him, and when they have him pinned down, they start singing “WE ARE FAMILY—” super loud and off-key. “I GOT ALL MY SISTERS WITH ME. WE ARE FAMILY. GET UP EVERYBODY AND SING—” At first, Derek looks annoyed, and he tries to push them off—but then his shoulders start shaking. And just like that, he's laughing.

Eventually he shoves them off and gets to his feet, wiping tears from his eyes. He shakes his head, but there is a smile tugging on his lips.

“Okay, get up. We're not done.”

He doesn't turn the music off.

It’s a lie as flat as a rug, but it’s better this way. There’s nothing that can happen between them, nothing that would do Stiles any good. He should live the life he deserves, without any dead weight dragging him down, far away from this mouth of Hell. Derek is of no use to him.

Derek can smell the salt before the boy’s eyes even water, can hear his heart breaking, running a million miles a minute. Stiles clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his side.

“Just because I can’t hear your heart doesn't mean I can’t tell when you’re fucking lying,” Stiles bites back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

This makes Derek irrationally angry, and he can’t even pin why. Maybe it’s Stiles’ annoying persistence, or maybe because he’s right and he knows Derek more than Derek knows himself, or maybe it’s because Derek believes him and it doesn’t change anything, anyway. He can’t stay here. Derek isn’t going to let him throw his life away.

“I don’t want you here!” Derek growls, convincing no one in the bare loft. “Do you hear me? I don’t want you! You… you’re so fucking annoying and rude and unhelpful and always in the fucking way! No one wants you, Stiles. I don’t want you!”

The tears crowd his eyes, and his fists stay clenched at his sides, but he doesn’t move.

“Yeah, well. Join the club,” Stiles says quietly, as if speaking over a certain decibel might break him.

It sets Derek’s soul on fire, consumes him whole to hear Stiles talk of himself like that. He wants to take it all back, to swallow his words and choke on them for causing the heavy ache settling in the atmosphere.

He’s speechless, stuck on what to say, how to respond to that when he can’t keep him. How does he convey how much Stiles means to him while kicking him out? It’s impossible.

“I know what you’re doing,” Stiles says, his voice a little stronger, a little louder, and Derek can already feel his walls crumbling. “You don’t believe you deserve me. You believe I deserve better. But you’re wrong.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Derek lies through grit teeth, watching the tears spike Stiles’ lashes.

“Yes, I do. You’re pushing me away because you’re scared I will leave and prove what you think is true—that you’re not really worthy of me.”

Derek blinks, feeling himself go pale. Caught without anywhere to hide, because it’s true, and he isn’t even sure he knew that until Stiles said it out loud. He looks away, ruining any chance of staring him down by intimidation. He’s already lost, and Stiles knows it.

“Just please go, Stiles,” Derek tries, softer this time as he keeps his gaze away. He can’t look back now. He might turn into salt.

Stiles is quiet for a long moment, his heart the rate of a mouse.

“If you really want me to go, I’ll go. I’ll leave and you won’t ever hear from me, I promise,” Stiles says, his heart beat strong and steady. Even without it, Derek would know he’s telling the truth, and the thought of never hearing from Stiles again, never looking into his eyes and wandering what goes on in that brain of his, makes Derek’s insides evaporate. His wolf is clawing, scrambling to keep Stiles here.

“But I’d like to stay,” Stiles adds, softer than the rest of the harsh words Derek never wishes to hear again. “And I think you want that, too.”

Derek doesn’t move. He doesn’t indicate he’s heard a thing, his muscles tense as he fights the wolf, the tears. Stiles comes closer and he still doesn’t move. He stands right in front of Derek, who’s eyes are lowered, head turned away.

Stiles reaches out to him and Derek still doesn’t move. Warm fingertips hesitate before touching his cheek, and finally Derek glances up as his tears betray him.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore,” Stiles says carefully, his sweet caramel eyes washing over Derek’s face, his strawberry lips downturned. “I promise I’m not going anywhere without you, big guy.”

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