Kaicha05

Just a little bit purple obsessed Full on Buddie & Sterek obsessed

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Derek: Stiles, why are you in my kitchen at three a.m. and why is there cream cheese everywhere

Stiles: Okay, don’t get mad, but remember that diner we passed on 7th? The one with the big sign that said world’s best strawberry cheesecake?

Derek: …

Stiles: Yeah, well, since we were kind of being chased by that Kanima, we didn’t exactly have time to stop. And I’ve been craving that cheesecake ever since, so I figured… why not just make it myself?

Derek: And that could wait till literally any other time?

Stiles: Well…see ,about that—

Derek: Or maybe in a kitchen that isn’t mine like for example your own.

Stiles: Yours has the better oven

Derek: Or, and this is just a thought, you could go back to the diner and just by it.

Stiles: Yeah, but where’s the adventure in that?

Derek: Where’s the sanity in this?

Stiles: Sanity is overrated. Cheesecake is forever.

Derek: I hate you.

Stiles: I can leave…if you want.

Derek: Just tell me what you need.

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Starving

inspired by Starving by Hailee Steinfeld

aka someone please needs to write this for me because I am losing my shit over this prompt

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Stiles didn’t know he was starving until Derek fed him peace.

And Derek didn’t know he was starving until Stiles made him feel like home wasn’t something that burned down, it was something that could stay.

okay but imagine…really imagine stiles and derek getting close. like, painfully, achingly close. and not in a “haha we’re friends” way but in that quiet, unbearable “i can’t breathe right unless you’re in the room” way.

and it sneaks up on them. not a single moment but a million small ones—shared looks across bloodstained floors, stiles whispering derek’s name when he’s too far gone, derek showing up without being asked, because somehow, he just knows.

They couldn’t possibly have planned this. Not in any way ever

But somewhere along the way between life-or-death chaos, near-silent car rides, shared trauma, and too many nights pretending they weren’t both aching Stiles and Derek got close. Too close. And once it happened, there was no un-crossing that line.

It wasn’t even about comfort anymore. Or survival.

It was about that quiet, brutal truth: nothing in their lives had ever really made sense until they were in each other’s orbit. And once they knew what it felt like to be understood, not fixed, not pitied, just seen?

They couldn’t go back.

and then one day it clicks. they’re starving. not for food, not for safety, but for each other.

for the feeling of finally being seen. for peace that only exists in the space between them.

and Derek he doesn’t even realize he’s been holding his breath his whole life until stiles looks at him like he’s not a weapon.

and stiles he doesn’t realize how loud his head is until derek’s presence quiets everything down.

they’re not fixing each other.

they’re just not starving anymore.

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please. someone write this. i’m begging. i am on my knees in the metaphorical rain. i need this like derek needs stiles’ voice in the middle of a panic spiral. i’m gonna lose it.

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Eli: Pops how did you know Dad was the one?

Stiles: Well no matter what challenges we had to go trough we would always accomplish them together and I just knew that I found the person who would stick by my side forever

Eli: What challenges

Derek: Stiles is the challenge

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Stiles: Hey, I'm very responsible!

Derek: Last week you tried to make Pop-Tarts with a flamethrower.

Stiles: And it worked!

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Derek: Stay put. Don't touch anything. Don't cause chaos.

Stiles: ... Define 'chaos!

Derek: STILES.

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How is it 2025 and I’m still obsessed with a show that came out 13 years ago? I’ve watched it about eight times since I discovered it in 2019, and now I’m rewatching it for the ninth time with my 13-year-old brother. I’m already excited for the day my younger siblings(who are five and four) are finally old enough so I can rewatch it with them too.

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Derek: What. Did. You. Do?

Stiles: Okay, before you get mad-Derek: Too late.

Eli: In our defense, it was a good idea at the time.

Derek: What did you do?

Stiles: ...Hypothetically, if someone were to test whether a werewolf's enhanced reflexes could catch things at high speed—

Derek: No.

Eli: …..And if that test involved, say, launching things-

Derek: NO.

Stiles: You did catch most of them!

Eli: Except for the one that broke the lamp.

Stiles: And the one that knocked over the bookshelf.

Eli: And the one that hit Uncle Peter.

Stiles: That one was a win, actually.

Derek: I have two children.

Stiles: Aww, babe-

Derek: And I regret both of them.

Eli: Okay, but what if next time—

Derek: NO NEXT TIME!

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Stiles: You have resting murder face.

Derek: And you have active dumbass energy.

Stiles: Excuse you, it's called charisma.

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Derek, walking into the kitchen and seeing Stiles eating cookies: ...Where did those come from?

Stiles: I baked them.

Derek : ...You can bake?

Stiles: Wow, okay, rude.

Derek: I just assumed you'd set the kitchen on fire.

Stiles: THAT WAS ONE TIME.

Derek, Looking at the cookies suspiciously: Are they poisoned?

Stiles: WHY WOULD I POISON MY OWN COOKIES??

Derek: ...You tell me.

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Title: Anchored Hearts

The loft is quiet, save for the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows. Derek stands by the glass, arms crossed, watching the storm roll in. He’s always liked the rain—its steady rhythm drowns out the chaos in his head.

“You know,” Stiles says softly from the couch, “you really need to work on your brooding. It’s almost cliché at this point.”

Derek huffs a quiet laugh, turning just enough to glance at him. Stiles is curled up with a blanket, looking at him like he always does—with an unsettling mix of curiosity, affection, and something Derek’s never been able to name. Something he doesn’t feel like he deserves.

“You don’t have to stay,” Derek mutters. “It’s late.”

Stiles doesn’t move. “Yeah, well. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m supposed to.”

There’s a beat of silence, heavy and unspoken, and then: “You should’ve let me drown.”

Derek’s voice is low, raw. Stiles freezes, breath catching in his throat. He knows exactly what Derek is talking about. The night Derek had thrown himself into the fight, ready to tear through anyone to protect the pack—even if it meant not making it out himself. Stiles had been the one to pull him back. To stop him.

“I couldn’t,” Stiles whispers. “I wouldn’t.”

Derek turns fully now, eyes locked onto Stiles. “Why?”

The question hangs between them like a storm cloud, crackling with tension.

“Because,” Stiles starts, voice cracking, “you saved me first.”

Derek frowns, about to argue, but Stiles pushes on.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” Stiles’s lips curl into a sad smile. “You pulled me out of a world where I felt invisible. You made me believe I mattered. Every time you pushed me away, every grumpy glare—it meant I existed to you. And I needed that more than you’ll ever know.”

Derek swallows hard, jaw clenched.

“I didn’t save you,” he says quietly. “I just—I couldn’t lose you.”

Stiles’s eyes soften. “Same thing, dude.”

A breathy chuckle escapes him, and before Derek realizes it, Stiles is in front of him, so close Derek can feel his warmth. Stiles’s hand, tentative but steady, brushes Derek’s knuckles.

“We saved each other,” Stiles whispers. “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?”

Derek exhales shakily, the weight on his chest easing just a little.

“Yeah,” he whispers back. “I guess it is.”

The rain outside continues to fall, but inside, everything feels a little quieter.

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Derek: I hate you.

Stiles: You say that, but you just cut my sandwich into little triangles, so I'm getting mixed signals here.

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Stiles: "Why are you awake? It's barely morning."

Derek: "Werewolves are naturally attuned to sunrise."

Stiles: "Or you're just old."

Derek: "I'm not old."

Stiles: "Says the guy who groans like a grandpa every time he stands up."

Derek: "You're one smart-ass comment away from me hiding your car keys."

Stiles: "Joke's on you lost them two days ago."

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Eli: So, how did you and Dad get together again?

Stiles: Your dad stalked me until I got fed up.

Eli: ...What?

Stiles: No, no, he was just being... very protective and... uh... you know.

Derek: I did not stalk you.

Stiles: You did.

Derek: I was making sure you didn't die.

Stiles: By showing up at my house uninvited every night and watching me sleep?

Derek: I was keeping him safe.

Stiles: That's the definition of stalking.

Eli: wow.

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Title:“Obviously”

Derek had faced hunters, kanimas, alpha packs, and more supernatural nightmares than he cared to count. None of it had made his palms sweat quite like this.

Sitting on the couch, rigid as a steel beam, he glanced at Stiles, who was fidgeting with his fingers, his knee bouncing at a mile a minute. They had rehearsed this conversation—twice.

“Okay,” Stiles exhaled, rubbing his hands together before clasping them tightly. “Eli, bud, we, uh—well, we wanted to talk to you about something.”

Eli, who had been sprawled on the armchair with his legs hanging over the side, lazily looked up from his phone. “Yeah?”

Derek cleared his throat. Why was this so hard? He felt ridiculous. Stiles was the one who’d insisted they talk to Eli before making any legal moves, and Derek had agreed. It was the right thing to do. But it was also nerve-wracking as hell. “Well, uh,” Stiles started, then promptly turned to Derek. “You do it.”

Derek scowled but turned back to Eli. “Stiles and I have been talking about getting married.”

Eli blinked. “Okay?”

Derek hesitated. That was… underwhelming. Stiles jumped back in. “And, y’know, if we do that, we were thinking of making things official with you too.” He licked his lips, eyes darting to Derek for reassurance before continuing, “Like, legally official. Like, I could adopt you.”

Eli blinked again. Then he snorted. “Yeah, obviously.”

Stiles stared. “Wait, what?”

Eli rolled his eyes. “Dude, you practically live here already. You take me to school when Dad’s busy, you’re at every game, you nag me about my grades—”

“I do not nag,” Stiles huffed.

Eli ignored him. “You make Dad less grumpy, and you keep the house from looking like a brooding cave. And let’s be real, I already call you for advice before I call him.” Derek frowned. “You what?”

Eli shrugged. “No offense, Dad, but you kinda suck at emotional pep talks.”

Stiles grinned. “He really does.”

Derek shot him a look before turning back to Eli. “So… you’d be okay with it?”

Eli made an exaggerated expression of deep thought. “Let’s see. Do I want Stiles to be legally obligated to put up with my nonsense? Yes. Do I want the ability to guilt-trip him by calling him my official dad? Also yes. Does this change literally anything in my life? No.” Stiles huffed a laugh, shoulders finally relaxing. “Okay, wow. You really took the tension out of this moment, kid.”

“Did you want me to freak out?” Eli raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I can if it’ll make you feel better.” He gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, you’re getting married? Stiles is going to be my stepdad? This is so shocking! My world is changing forever!” Derek groaned, but Stiles cracked up. “Alright, alright, you made your point.”

Eli grinned and stretched. “Cool. Can I go now?”

Stiles feigned offense. “You don’t even want to help us pick out wedding colors?”

“Nope.”

Derek sighed, rubbing his temples, but Stiles just grinned. “Fine, fine, you’re dismissed.”

Eli hopped up, but before heading to his room, he paused. His teasing smirk softened, and he looked between them. “For real, though… I’m happy for you guys.”

Derek felt something warm settle in his chest, and he wasn’t sure if it was relief or something deeper. Stiles beamed, nodding at Eli.

“Thanks, kid.”

Eli just shrugged before disappearing down the hall.

Stiles turned to Derek, a smug grin on his face. “Told you he’d be cool with it.”

Derek huffed. “You were just as nervous as I was.”

“Shh,” Stiles said, kissing Derek’s cheek. “Let me have this.”

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Authors Note:

I have never watched the Teen Wolf movie, and as of right now, I don't intend to. I do not like the fact that Derek dies or that Stiles isn't in it. Even though I know that wasn't the actors' choice and there's nothing wrong with it, I just don't feel like I could handle it, since Stiles and Derek are two of my favorite characters in the whole show.

That said, I do love what l've seen of Eli as a character online, and my shipper brain can't help but love the idea of Derek and Stiles being his parents-or just being parents in general. I mean, come on, Eli is basically the embodiment of Stiles' personality.

So, no matter what canon says, I'll always think of them as a family.

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Stiles: Why are you looking at me like that?

Derek: You smell guilty.

Stiles: ...I swear to God, dating you is a violation of my human rights.

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Already Home

Pack nights at the loft were loud, chaotic, and exactly what Stiles needed after a long week of school and supernatural nonsense. He’d curled up on the couch, wedged between Isaac and Boyd, still listening to the conversation even as his blinks grew longer. The warmth, the hum of voices, the solid weight of Derek sitting on the armrest beside him—all of it lulled him into sleep before he even realized he was drifting.

It wasn’t until Scott tried to wake him that things got… tense.

“Hey, Stiles—” Scott barely had his hand halfway to Stiles’ shoulder when a low, warning growl rumbled through the room. Scott froze. Everyone did.

Derek was staring him down, eyes dark with the promise of violence if he took one more step.

Scott raised his hands immediately. “Whoa. Not trying to take your boy, dude. Just trying to get him home.”

Derek didn’t even hesitate. His voice was firm, absolute. “He already is.”

The words settled over the pack like a command, like a truth that had always existed even if no one had said it out loud.

Scott blinked, exhaling through his nose. “Okay. Got it.”

There was no more arguing after that.

Derek didn’t trust anyone else to do it, so he scooped Stiles up himself, carefully shifting him so his head rested against Derek’s shoulder. Stiles stirred slightly, making a soft, sleepy noise as his fingers curled into Derek’s shirt.

The pack made no comment as Derek carried him up the loft stairs, though Erica smirked knowingly.

Once in his room, Derek set Stiles down on the bed, tugging the blanket over him with more care than he’d ever admit to. He hesitated for a moment before brushing Stiles’ hair back, fingers tracing lightly over his temple.

He should leave. Give him space. But before he could move away, Stiles shifted, murmuring something barely audible against the pillow.

Derek frowned. “What?”

Stiles’ eyes stayed closed, but he turned his face toward Derek’s touch, exhaling softly. “Heard what you said,” he mumbled. A pause. Then, even quieter, “’M home with you.”

Derek’s breath caught. He swallowed hard, watching Stiles’ face, waiting for any sign that he was awake enough to remember this conversation in the morning. But Stiles was already sinking deeper into sleep, face relaxed in a way Derek rarely saw.

Derek let out a slow breath, then—without thinking too hard about it—leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Stiles’ forehead.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “You are.”