“Out of everyone in Beacon Hills,” a voice said from behind him, “you were the last person I expected to find here.”
And Stiles laughed, a merciless, hollow thing that rang through his chest because it was just the cherry on top of the fucking sundae. When he turned he scrubbed a hand over his face, thumb pulling against his bottom lip, teeth grinding together.
“I shouldn’t be surprised,” Stiles replied, “things typically don’t stay dead in this town for too long.”
Jennifer Blake gave him a smile that was all teeth.
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21 Aug 2021
Derek is literally wrapped around him, one heavy leg and one heavy arm pinning him tight to Derek‘s front.
Warm and steady breaths tickle the back of Stiles’ neck. He tries not to freak out and he wonders how he’s going to extract himself without waking Derek. He totally isn’t ready to face into this conversation.
Stiles stretches gently and Derek grumbles clutching him tighter in his sleep. Stiles tries not to yelp when Derek buries his face in the back of his neck.
Stiles tries not to react, he really does, but he’s only a man. The heady smell of Derek is all around him and they’re both only in their boxers for heaven’s sake, what’s he meant to do?
He spares a thought that Derek probably undressed him, then he boxes that right back up to unpack later. Alone. In his own bed. Possibly with a hand on his dick.
Stiles wiggles a little, trying to lift Derek’s solid arm off his chest and he feels the moment he wakes up because Derek tenses.
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Season one of Teen Wolf, seen through Sterek-colored glasses. Canon Divergence after season 1 idk there's slow burn Sterek and a puppy, and way more Derek sneaking in through Stiles' window
“He could have shifted in front of them,” Derek hisses. “That means they find out about him, and in turn find out about me.” He pauses. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a washing machine, what the hell does it look like? It’s a puppy.”
In which Derek is a struggling Alpha, but still the Pack Dad, and oh god, does that mean Stiles is the pack mom?
In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates...even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it.
“Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists.
“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over.
“I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”
- Part 1 of Sterek Daddies & Little Isaac
Derek looks at him like he’s a complete idiot.
“You’re a complete idiot,” Derek growls.
Good to know Stiles is still well versed in deciphering Derek’s facial expressions.
“Don’t talk to me like that. You don’t get to just act like Mr Alpha badass whenever it suits you, controlling me like I’m sixteen again. I can do what I like, see who I like, fuck whoever...” and Stiles doesn’t get to finish that sentence because he’s being shoved back into the door.
His head bangs softly against it and Derek is far too close to him. Stiles can feel his breath on his face.
Stiles licks his lips nervously and the way Derek’s eyes follow the movement makes him feel exposed. Stiles shudders.
He pokes Derek in the chest.
“Bad wolf. Der, I need... I need some space to get... to get over... just to find where I fit, now I’m back here for good,” Stiles says.
“I know where you goddamn fit,” Derek growls.