The evolution of a friendship
#I want an AU where you two are a famous power couple of actors/models/musicians because you’re so beautiful together#but secretly hate each other#enter Allison meeting Scott at a night shoot/recording session#because he’s the barista at some coffee joint#and Derek is pissed because she’s threatening their happy-couple reputation#and then he meet’s Scott’s friend… (derek-tion)
*chinhands* Tell me more about this.
For Beth because I possibly tortured her with Daddy!Derek feelings.
Stiles stops in the doorway, his mouth slightly open as he looks across the room at Derek and Lila on the floor. He’s had a long, tiring day at work — why do people think he knows the answer to everything? He’s a librarian not wikipedia — and all he wants is to have some hot cocoa and curl up with his family. 13 year old Stiles would call him old, but 32 year old Stiles thinks it sounds like the best plan ever.
And he would be indulging that plan right now, but he’s transfixed by what he’s seeing and doesn’t want to interrupt. Stiles is surprised that Derek hasn’t picked up on his heartbeat already, but he’s going to take advantage of that and watch because — fuck.
i get a surprisingly high amount of requests for this kind of thing, and honestly, for me, Stiles is not written as the kind of character that would stand for being bullied, and i don’t really dig Derek being painted as some sort of sweeping in hero to Stiles’ damsel in distress act. so, this one is my spin on the prompt, sorry if it wasn’t what you were looking for, but Stiles threatened to shove a branch up an alpha’s ass.
"Stiles," Derek sighs, rips open a Care Bear Band-aid and presses it against Stiles’ forehead. "This is getting ridiculous."
"It’s fine," Stiles rolls his eyes, winces as Derek applies gentle pressure to ensure the Band-aid stays put. "Ahh, dude!"
"You had a staple in your forehead," Derek snaps, feeling more than a little frustrated at how helpless he is in the situation.
"Yeah, well, I was kneeling down," Stiles throws his head back, drapes a hand across his face and gasps, "Never even saw him coming," he gives a dramatic sob, and Derek glares at him.
"Make jokes all you want, but this has been going on too long. You need to talk to someone."
Stiles bashes his feet into the bathroom cabinet beneath them, sighs as he leans back against the mirror. Derek watches as he bites his lip, expression going solemn, and moves between his legs, runs his hands up Stiles’ arms.
"Let me help."
"It is literally so cute that you wanna defend my honor,” Stiles winds his fingers in Derek’s vest, tugs him closer, “Really, my knees are weak, baby.”
i’m not supposed to be taking prompts. supposed. i never do what i’m supposed to do, though.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?!”
“A lot,” Derek blurts out before sniggering into Stiles’ shoulder and Stiles sways under his weight.
Deaton looks mildly amused, Stiles glares. This is not the kind of situation he’d call humorous.
“It’s just the pain medication; it will take a few hours to wear off. It may also,” Deaton clears his throat, “Make him a little loose tongued.”
Stiles’ throat goes slightly dry just at the turn of phrase and then he realizes what Deaton’s really implying.
“Is he—does he know what he’s saying at all?”
“Of course I do,” Derek interrupts, looking at him a little glass eyed. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here, it’s annoying when you and Scott do that.”
“We don’t do it that often!”
“You made plans for the weekend while I was standing right there,” Derek huffs. “It was rude.”
Stiles gapes at him. “I didn’t—did you want to go see a bunch of crappy horror movies with shitty acting that would make you itch to point out all the inaccuracies this Sunday?”
“If they’re going to reflect our daily lives they should at least be accurate.”
Which isn’t exactly an answer, but it is telling. Stiles bites his lip feeling guilty as fuck. He’d just assumed that even after all this time; Derek generally considered Stiles and Scott’s de-stressing activities to be beneath him.
“I just figured—”
“I don’t care,” Derek insists heatedly, before his head lolls back onto Stiles’ shoulder and his face is suddenly buried in Stiles’ neck. “You smell bad.”
09. Mike and Gram
"In spite of everything, we laughed and kept laughing. We kept laughing until I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning she wasn’t just my grandmother anymore. She was… she was my whole family. Well, I’m not 11 years old anymore. I’m not gonna wet the bed tonight. But I will remember that night and everything she has ever done for me. For the rest of my life."