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Best Sunburn Ever!

Here is my first ficlet for my sterekwriters Summer Bingo Event. So this is for the prompt sunburn.

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It’s Stiles fault really. He should have been more aware.

His whole torso, back and shoulders was burning. The beach trip was a bad idea, and he blames Derek for suggesting it.

“It’s your fault.” Stiles grumbles, for probably the fifteenth time in five minutes.

Derek just rolls his eyes.

“You should have remembered to put on sun screen Stiles.”

“I wouldn’t even have to have remembered if you didn’t choose such a stupid trip.”

Derek’s eyes roll again and Stiles wants to punch him.

“You had fun, the pack had fun. It was a success. You should have remembered.”

Stiles sighed and had to admit to the fact that Derek was right. It was a fun trip. Everyone was happy and laughing, no signs of danger, for the first time in three years. Even Derek was smiling a lot more, happily throwing Erica into the sea.

It still stands however; this was Derek’s fault.

“Still your fault.” He whispers quietly, knowing that Derek could hear as he disappeared from the living room of his new house.

“Is not!” Derek shouts back.

It takes a minute before Derek comes back with a bottle in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“Aloe Vera, it will help soothe your burns.” Derek says as he takes a seat beside Stiles. “Now turn around so I can rub this in.”

Stiles heaves a sigh and with a grit of his teeth he moves so Derek is faced with the expanse of his back. “It’s going to hurt.” He says pitifully.

“No it won’t.” Is Derek’s reply as his hand presses softly against his burnt skin. Stiles hisses all for a moment at the sting of someone pressing against his sensitive skin and the coldness of the Aloe Vera before he feels himself relax, the pain disappearing almost as if it was being leeched out of his skin.

“I love the werewolf healing powers.” Stiles admits as he slumps and lets Derek lather his back in the lotion.

Stiles turns when instructed, now face to face with Derek as he starts rubbing the Aloe Vera into his chest. Stiles can’t help watch the concentration in Derek’s face, the way his tongue peeks out a little as he tries to carefully apply it, even when Stiles can’t feel a thing because he’s taking away his pain.

When Derek finishes his eyes meet Stiles and for some reason Stiles can’t turn away. He just wants. He wants so bad. He has wanted for a long time. Derek has become a lot softer around the edges now. He joins in with the pack nights, he smiles more often and oh, if only Stiles could just get a picture, he’d cherish it. He licks his lips, his mouth suddenly dry as Derek’s lips lift up slightly, a warm smile just for Stiles.

“Derek.” Stiles manages to get out in a whisper.

“Yeah?” Is Derek’s soft reply.

“What is happening right now?” Stiles asks because this staring has been going on for too long and he doesn’t know what to do. All he wants to do is lean in.

“What do you want to happen, Stiles?”

“I want to kiss you.” Stiles says, shocked by his own admission. However, Derek is looking at Stiles, in a way he has never seen him look at anyone else and he wants. So bad.

Derek leans in, his lips brushing against Stiles’ own as he whispers. “Then do it.”

And that’s all Stiles needs to close the distance, his lips pressing reverently against Derek’s. It feels like a dream. Derek’s lips are pressing more firmly against Stiles’ own now and their lips are moving together. Stiles closes his eyes, prays he isn’t dreaming as he pinches his arm.

Big mistake, Stiles pulls away with a groan at the pain shooting through him. Why did he have to ruin the moment by pinching his burnt skin. He’s such an idiot.

Derek chuckles, a laugh that warms Stiles’ heart. “You are an idiot.” He says around his chuckle as he leans back and grabs the bottle.

Stiles grins and lets Derek apply the Aloe Vera to his arms. “Best sunburn ever.” 

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I haven’t wrote in a long time so sorry if this isn’t good. 

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Sterek Summer Bingo Masterpost

Below are all the tumblr and AO3 links for my Sterek Summer Bingo fics, and their ratings. I didn’t add the word count since they’re all less than 1K.

I had a lot fun writing these, so I hope you all have fun reading them!

B At the Beach - G - tumblr - AO3 Of One Mind - G - tumblr - AO3 Libraries Are Cool - G - tumblr - AO3 Staying Afloat - T - tumblr - AO3 Underneath the Stars - T - tumblr - AO3

I Ice Cream Fix - G - tumblr - AO3 Midnight Hunt - G - tumblr - AO3 Bursting the Bubble - T - tumblr - AO3 Let Your Colours Burst - G - tumblr - AO3 The Sun’s in My Heart - G - tumblr - AO3

N Summer Fun - G - tumblr - AO3 Bee in Your Bonnet - G - tumblr - AO3 It Is a Comfort to the Wretched to Have Companions in Misery - G - tumblr - AO3 Practice Makes Perfect - G - tumblr - AO3

G Block Party - G - tumblr - AO3 Not So Bad - G - tumblr - AO3 Floating in a Blue Lagoon, Boy, You Better Do It Soon - T - tumblr - AO3 After This, Will There Be You and Me? - G - tumblr - AO3 Staying Close - G - tumblr - AO3

O Happy Together - T - tumblr - AO3 Providing - G - tumblr - AO3 Melting - G - tumblr - AO3 Out of This Town - G - tumblr - AO3 Sun Kissed - M - tumblr - AO3

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Look at this awesome contribution to our event! Congratulations on completing the whole card! 

Once I figure out how to make badges (HTML and I are not friends), you will be in possession of such fine pieces for your blog.

Originally posted by dotroom

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Bursting the Bubble

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: T, Word Count: 954 Fluff, Water Balloon Fights,, Hogwarts AU, Slytherin Stiles, Hufflepuff Derek, POV Derek ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Water Balloon Fight

‘I don’t get why I can’t just aguamenti you in your face?’ Derek asks. He points at the baskets filled to the brim with water balloons. ‘This seems a very convoluted way to get wet.’

‘If you want non-convoluted I can just throw you in the lake,’ Stiles grins. ‘And it’s not just about getting wet, it’s about getting the other person more wet than you.’

‘Muggle games are weird,’ Derek mumbles. ‘Explain to me again how this works.’

‘Basically you throw the balloon as hard as you can at the other person to make sure it smashes. You can use your hands or you can levitate the balloon like this.’ Stiles swish-and-flicks his wand and a bright pink balloon floats up. ‘Then you aim and throw.’ Stiles flicks his wand forward and the balloon flies off, diving to the ground, where it bursts and soaks the grass. ‘I wouldn’t recommend aiming at exposed skin, it kinda hurts when those things burst against you, so try to aim for the ground. Or,’ Stiles grins wickedly, ‘you can try the spell Scott and I came up with.’

Derek raises his eyebrows. He loves Stiles, and Scott’s one of his best friends, but he’s seen what some of their spells can do.

‘Don’t worry. This one is tried, tested, and totally safe. As long as you don’t aim at someone’s head,’ Stiles quickly adds. He levitates another balloon, lets it hang a couple feet off the ground, then jabs his wand forward like he’s trying to stab it, and says, ‘Ruptus.’

The balloon bursts, and the water goes everywhere.

‘So, like this?’ Derek asks, as he lifts a balloon, lets it sail around in a circle, then stabs at it when it right above Stiles’ head. ‘Ruptus.’

‘Oh my g— You dick!’ Stiles yells after him as Derek takes off, his basket with balloons gently floating behind him.

The other students on the lawn are watching with mild curiosity. Not too closely, though, in case they need plausible deniability. That happens a lot when Stiles or Scott has an idea. Derek sometimes fears for what’s going to happen when the two of them are set loose on the world after graduation.

As he runs, Derek keeps aiming balloons at Stiles, and Stiles gives as good as he gets. The battle between them heats up and balloons go flying everywhere, some of them nowhere near where either of them is. The students who were just spectators at first, are now running to save themselves from becoming casualties.

Derek is soaked through in minutes. His hat and robes have long since been discarded, and he wishes he’d taken Stiles up on his offer of borrowing one of his cut-off trousers that are only technically within school regulations. Stiles isn’t in a much better state, tank top clinging to his chest and abs, wet hair standing up in spikes around his Slytherin tie that he’s tied around his head. Actually, Stiles makes quite a nice visual. Derek’s mind skips ahead to what will come after the water balloon fight.

Wait. Where is Stiles?

During his moment of distraction, Stiles has disappeared from sight. He focuses to find Stiles’ heartbeat, finding it just as Stiles jumps on his back and slams a balloon on Derek’s head.

‘Haha!’ Stiles yells in victory.

‘You little—‘ Derek levitates a balloon behind his back, casts a silent refrigero to cool the water inside it, then, ‘Ruptus.’

‘Oh my god!’ Stiles squeals. He tries to jerk away from the cold water against his back, Derek loses his balance, and they both go down. Derek’s elbow knocks against his basket and the balloons tumble to the ground with them. Some burst on impact, some burst when Stiles or Derek lands on top of them.

‘You’re the worst,’ Stiles grumbles.

He’s scrambling up, trying to straddle Derek, but Derek flips them over and pins Stiles’ wrists to the ground. There’s a balloon just within reach of Stiles’ fingers. Derek waits for Stiles to grab it before snatching it away from him and slamming it to the ground right next to Stiles’ head.

‘How did you get so sneaky?’ Stiles pouts, blinking water out of his eyes.

‘I met you and Scott. It was either join or go under.’

‘I’m glad you joined,’ Stiles says, his expression going soft.

‘Me, too.’ Derek leans in and presses their lips together. He lets go of Stiles’ wrists to slide his hands to Stiles’ chest. There’s a tug on his neck, telling him Stiles has taken hold of his tie.

‘Ahem.’

They freeze, then scramble up, bursting a couple more balloons in their hurry. Derek pales, then flushes bright red when he sees Professor McGonagall standing there, the hem of her robes darkening from water.

‘We, uhm…’ Stiles starts.

‘Headmistress,’ Derek says at the same time, trying to fix his clothes. He wonders if he can get fired from being Head Boy two weeks before graduation. He hopes not.

‘I’m assuming you’ll be cleaning up these… What are they, Mr Stilinski?’

‘Water balloons, ma’am.’

‘Right, these water balloons. The house elves were kind enough to loan you their baskets. It wouldn’t do to repay them with extra cleaning up, would it?’

‘No, ma’am,’ they say at the same time.

‘Very well.’ McGonagall nods, waves her wand to dry her robes, then turns and walks away. Derek thinks he can see her lips tick up in a smile.

‘What just happened?’ Derek whispers in shock.

‘Not sure, but we didn’t get detention, so I’m okay with it,’ Stiles shrugs.

Cold water explodes against Derek’s neck.

He whirls on Stiles, and tackles him to the ground again, already searching for an intact balloon.

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The Sun’s in My Heart

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 865 Fluff, Established Relationship, Future Fic, POV Stiles ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Sunshower

Stiles eases himself down into the rocking chair with a sigh. The rain taps lightly on the roof of the front porch. The smells of the woods and the dirt are strengthened by the rain and he takes a deep breath in. He hears the clicking of Logan’s nails on the wooden boards, and then there’s a wet nose pressing against his hand, the German Shepherd-wolf hybrid demanding to be petted.

‘Hey, buddy.’

Stiles scratches Logan behind his ears, then lets his hand rest on Logan’s head as he looks out into the deluge, rocking back and forth just a little. There are puddles forming on the path leading from the house to the main road. In those puddles Stiles can see a bright blue sky being reflected, the image broken by the raindrops adding themselves to the puddles.

‘You know I’ve only ever seen a sun shower once before in my entire life,’ Stiles tells Logan. He glances at the empty rocking chair beside him. ‘It was on our first date. Derek had it all planned out. We were going to hike along the most scenic route through the preserve, then have a picnic in a little clearing by a babbling brook. Very romantic. But halfway through our hike, it started to rain.’ Stiles smiles at the memory of Derek glaring at the sky, like he could make it stop raining if he could just find the clouds. ‘It wasn’t raining that hard and I was sure it would stop soon—about which I was right, by the way—but Derek, ever sensible to my human condition, demanded we go back. In the end, we had a picnic on the floor of his apartment.’

Logan puts his head in Stiles’ lap, looking up at him like his listening attentively. Probably just hoping there’s a treat in it for him, though. Stiles doesn’t care, he digs his hands into the fur, scratching just where Logan likes it, and continues his story.

‘We kept the balcony door open because I wanted to look at that same blue sky you see now. It feels wrong, but it’s also awe-inspiring, don’t you think? How two seemingly incompatible things get together and make something beautiful, create a memory you can’t forget? No matter how many years have passed?’ Stiles sighs and Logan sighs with him. ‘It can all be explained of course, it’s not really as magical as it looks. Often, it’s just a strong wind blowing the raindrops to where there are no clouds, sometimes miles away. Or there is just one raincloud, but the sun is at an angle where its light doesn’t get blocked by that cloud.’

Logan lets out a soft whine.

‘You’re right, it’s still totally magical. Anyway, that turned out to be my last first date ever. Not that any other first date could’ve topped that one. I got Derek with a wet shirt clinging to his body, Derek without a shirt on his body, Derek insisting on cuddling me so I would get warm faster—not that I was cold in the first place. Yeah, the guy was pretty good at dates.’

A pillow smacks into Stiles’ face, and he splutters and flails in surprise, the rocking chair rocking dangerously far back.

‘What the hell, Der!’

‘Stop talking to Logan as if you’re eighty and I’m dead,’ Derek says dropping down into the empty chair.

‘You’re such a dick. I don’t know why I married you.’ Stiles grabs the coffee Derek set down on the small table between the chairs without him noticing. ‘Or insisted you get one of these chairs, too. Because they’re awesome and you don’t deserve them.’ He takes a sip from his coffee and hums around the perfect, bittersweet taste. ‘Okay, maybe you do deserve a super cool rocking chair.’

‘If making good coffee earns me a rocking chair. What did I do to deserve you?’

‘Weren’t you listening to the story? You look amazing in wet clothes.’

‘Hmm. So, you think a little repeat from our first date is in order?’ Derek gestures at the rain.

Stiles grins and nods. ‘Yes, I do. Go stand in the rain for ten minutes, so I can admire your drenched physique.’

‘As I recall it,’ Derek says, setting his cup down. ‘I wasn’t the only one who got wet.’

‘Don’t you dare!’ Stiles protests, but he’s already setting his coffee cup next to Derek’s, and when Derek lifts him out of the chair, he doesn’t struggle to get free. He just wraps his legs around Derek’s waist and his arms around Derek’s neck as Derek walks out into the rain.

Logan barks at them from the porch steps, telling them they’re insane.

Stiles can’t stop smiling as he watches Derek’s hair go limp from the rain, and tracks the raindrops trailing down the plains of Derek’s face with his eyes. When he kisses Derek, Derek tastes like coffee and rainwater, fresh and warm at the same time.

They part and Stiles lays his cheek on Derek’s shoulder. He clings a little tighter.

‘You’re right,’ Derek says, looking up at the sky then resting his cheek against Stiles’. ‘This is magical.’

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Block Party

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating:G, Word Count: 630 Writer Derek, Deputy Stiles, Established Relationship, POV Stiles ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Summer Block Party

Derek stares at the blinking cursor, willing an idea—any idea—to pop into his head so he can write it down. Even if it’s just a name for a character. Hell, the favourite colour of a character will do at this point.

Laugher and music floats in through the open window and Derek considers closing it. He’d opened it in the hope that the sounds of the party would spark something in his mind, but all it’s done so far is make him want to be out there with the rest of the block. And closing it will just make him strain for those sounds and smells, distracting him even more.

There’s a knock on the front door and Derek quickly moves away from the emptiness of the page on his screen.

‘I’ve had calls about a party pooper in here,’ Stiles says as soon as the door is open. He’s leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed, making his biceps strain against the fabric of his uniform. His eyes are shielded behind sunglasses, but Derek knows by his smirk and the raised eyebrows that they’re twinkling with mischief.

Normally the sight of his boyfriend in his deputy uniform is a very welcome one, but right now, it’s another distraction he doesn’t need.

‘Hey,’ Derek says, not able to keep his answering smile on his face for very long.

Stiles pulls the sunglasses off his face. ‘Wow, is it going that bad?’

Derek nods.

‘Why don’t you take a break? Mrs Carter is saving you a piece of her strawberry pie,’ Stiles singsongs.

‘You can’t take a break from doing nothing,’ Derek points out, though the strawberry pie is very tempting.

Stiles grabs his hand and squeezes it. ‘You’ve been in here all day, staring at that screen in desperation.’

Derek huffs, but doesn’t protest, because Stiles is right.

‘Maybe it’ll help if you actually spend some time with your target audience. Scott and Isaac will be thrilled if you could help them out, because the kids keep getting into the cabin of the fire truck and pressing the buttons for the sirens.’

‘I don’t know why Scott keeps insisting that he and Isaac can handle it. This happens every year.’

‘I don’t know what to tell you, except that he’s an optimistic guy with too much faith in humanity.’

‘Alright,’ Derek says. ‘Staring at that screen for another three hours isn’t going to work anyway.’

‘Yes!’ Stiles pumps his fist in the air, then drags Derek outside before he even has a chance to put on his shoes. When Derek points this out, Stiles quickly unlocks the door and grabs the flip-flops standing just inside the apartment.

‘Fair warning, Mr Thompson and Mr Harrison are fighting over who has the best marinade again. So you know the rules.’

‘Get something from both of them and eat it where they can’t see me,’ Derek says. Last year, someone’s unsuspecting, visiting family member had only gotten something from Mr Thompson and the yelling could be heard three blocks away.

‘And look at it this ways,’ Stiles smirks as he opens the door of the building and they step outside. ‘Even if you don’t get inspired, you at least got some amazing food out of it  and the sight of me looking great in my uniform.’

‘There are high schoolers stealing Havisham’s garden gnomes again,’ Derek says.

‘Those little shits,’ Stiles curses, smirk dropping into a frown. He jams his sunglasses back on his nose, then slinks away, stealthily approaching the teenagers while hiding behind people and cars, ready to give the adolescent thieves the scare of their lives.

Derek turns to Mrs Carter’s place and sees the woman already waving at him. He waves back. Time to get some pie.

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the magical properties of plants

this month ended up being way more hectic than anticipated, but I finally managed to write something for the Summer Bingo put on by @sterekwriters

this is for my gardening square

also my plant witch!stiles makes another appearance. this is technically a short sequel to The Ink Under My Skin but you dont have to read that first. all you need to know is its an au where Stiles is a witch who likes plants and derek. 

Stiles sits cross legged on the porch, a large pot holding a foxglove plant in front of him. There are several other pots dotted along the porch soaking up the summer sun. Daisies and orchids bloom white against the dark timber of the building, and aloe vera plants of various sizes are lined up by the stairs.

In the garden beds lavender plants and scarlet sage add colour to the backyard, even as the grass stretching out from the porch is sun-scorched and yellowing.

Right now though the foxglove is the focus of Stiles’ attention. This summer has been a particularly harsh one and foxgloves don’t usually do well in extreme conditions. However, under Stiles’ careful watch this plant is thriving.

Stiles snaps his fingers, the sound is dulled by the gardening gloves he’s wearing, but the gesture still works and the watering can sitting further down the porch appears by Stiles’ side.

“You could have just moved the five feet,” Derek says from behind Stiles.

“Could have,” Stiles agrees. “Didn’t.” He gives the foxglove some water, then twists around to look at Derek. “The perks of having magic.”

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traitor

me: *says that im unsure if ill write anything else*

also me: *posts a new fic literally the very next day*

anyway here is my next fic for the @sterekwriters summer bingo, this time for the square water balloon fight

A bright purple object whizzes past Stiles’ head. It hits the wall behind him and bursts open, covering his back with cold water.

“That was my face!” Stiles shouts.

“It hit the wall!” Erica replies. She tosses another water balloon in his direction; this one hits the ground at his feet.

“It was almost my face!” Stiles amends.

Erica laughs and shrugs her shoulders. She still has three water balloons cradled in the crook of her arm and she selects another.

Stiles throws his own water balloon, although his aim is off. It goes soaring past Erica and hits Allison square in the back.

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We have another Bingo!

Congrats @fandom-madnessess who, with a fic that’s in the queue for “Sunshowers” will complete the third bingo of their card! Great job.

Fics were originally completed for previous bingoes for:

Camping

Sunburn Aftercare

And new fics for:

Sunshowers

Day at the Zoo

State/County fairs

You’re closing in on a full card, which is awesome!

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We have another Bingo!

Congratulations to @alocalband for completing a Bingo earlier in the week (i’ve been busy. Sorry, dear)

Fics were written for the following prompts:

Summer Camp

Movie/Concert in the park

Ice Cream

Heatwave

Swimming Lessons

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Bee in Your Bonnet

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 647 Fluff, Established Relationship, Fluff without Plot, POV Stiles ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Gardening

Stiles know exactly three things about gardening: it involves plants; he sucks at it; Derek looks hot while doing it. Which is why he’s completely mystified Derek keeps taking him to the garden centre and not Lydia or Isaac, who both actually know stuff about how to grow plants. The only thing Stiles contributes to these shopping trips is picking out the newest member of their garden gnome family. He mostly just trails after Derek, pushing their cart.

Not that Stiles minds. He loves watching Derek cradle little plants in his strong hands, inspecting their petals and leaves and the dirt they’re growing in. He thinks it’s hilarious when Derek tests the soil, sniffing all the dirt and always getting some stuck on his nose. The best part though, is that he always manages to get a rise out of Derek with one simple question.

They’re standing in the middle of the green house. Derek is gently caressing the petals of a pink flower Stiles doesn’t know the name of.

‘You know what I don’t get?’ Stiles begins.

‘What?’

‘Why we don’t just tile the whole garden over? Or just have grass everywhere?’ Stiles finishes. He sets his jaw so he won’t accidentally laugh when…

Derek whirls toward him, eyes wide, cradling the pink flower like he’s protecting it from Stiles’ evil words.

‘We are not tiling over our garden,’ Derek snaps.

A lady one aisle over stops and gasps, like she agrees with Derek and can’t believe Stiles dared to say such a sacrilegious thing in the middle of a green house.

‘But it would be so much easier,’ Stiles whines.

‘First of all, no it would not; grass and tiles have to be maintained just as much as flowers and shrubs do. Second, if we tiled it over there would be more chance of flooding since it’ll take longer for the water to sink into the soil—‘

‘So we use grass.’

‘Third, the bees need our help. The bee population is rapidly declining and they need flowers to pollinate and make their honey, so they can make more baby bees.’

‘Bees sting,’ Stiles pouts. It’s getting harder not to laugh. Derek is such a nerd.

‘You’re not allergic, so deal with it. Finally, I like gardening. I like coming here and picking out new plants and decorations. I like watching our garden go from empty to colourful and alive. I like picking flowers I helped grow and make them into little bouquets for our table.’

Stiles is leaning on the shopping cart, elbows on the handlebar, chin in his hands. He loves this part of Derek’s speech of why he wants a garden the best; Derek gets so excited and riled up that he gets romantic.

‘I like taking breaks and drinking iced tea or lemonade you made with you. I like it when you make fun of my hat.’

Stiles can no longer suppress his laughter at that. Derek’s gardening hat is ridiculous. It looks like something an eighty year-old lady from the English countryside would wear. It’s made of straw, and the brim is almost two hand widths wide.

‘And I love it when I’m done and we sit on the porch or on the grass and you make me tell you what every plant is and why I put the plants in the place I put them.’ Derek sighs and rubs a hand over his face. ‘And I just realized you asked that question just to get a rise out of me.’

‘Yep,’ Stiles says, popping the “p”. He leans in to press a quick kiss at the corner of Derek’s mouth. When he pulls back Derek is shaking his head and the tips of his ears are red.

‘I’m making you carry the bags of soil,’ Derek huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.

Stiles grins. Totally worth it.

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Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 978 Fluff, Kid Fic, Stiles is 9, Derek is 10, POV Stiles ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Day at the Zoo

The boy is standing by the wolf habitat. Stiles thinks he recognizes him from school, but he’s not in Stiles’ grade. Maybe in the grade above him? Which means the boy is probably already ten years old.

The boy’s looks stiff. His hands are balled into fists by his side and his head is swivelling from side to side, scanning the area again and again with wide eyes. When Stiles thinks he sees the boy’s lips quiver, he quickly walks over and thrusts his hand toward the boy.

‘Hi. I’m Stiles.’

‘Derek,’ the boy answers, looking a little startled at Stiles’ sudden appearance, then he carefully shakes Stiles’ hand.

‘What’s wrong?’ Stiles asks.

‘I lost my mom.’ Derek’s eyes go watery, as if admitting it out loud is worse than having it happen to him.

‘Don’t worry. My dad will find her. He’s a cop,’ Stiles says proudly. He turns to his parents. Dread rises up inside of him. They’d been there only a second ago.

‘Stiles?’ Derek pulls  on his sleeve. ‘Where’s your dad?’

‘I can’t find them,’ Stiles admits in a whisper.

Derek looks even more scared than he did before Stiles talked to him. Stiles doesn’t like that. He tries to think. There’s a playground in the middle of the zoo; he had to go there and wait for his parents if they got separated. He just needs to figure out how to get there.

‘We need a map,’ he says, looking around.

There’s a big board to his left with a colourful map printed on it. He walks towards it, but stops when he realizes Derek isn’t coming.

‘Come on,’ Stiles urges.

‘I think we should stay where we are. That’s what they always say on television when people have had an accident,’ Derek says.

‘That’s only if you’re not sure where the closest town is. Because if you pick the wrong direction, it could take days before you find help, and then you could die from exhaustion, or dehydration, or the cold, or—‘ Stiles cuts himself off when he sees Derek’s face pale at the prospect. ‘We’re in a zoo in California. We’re not going to die unless we walk into the lion habitat,’ Stiles quickly adds. ‘My mom and dad will go to the playground when they realize I’m not with them. And when we find them, they can help you, too.’

Derek thinks it over for a moment, then nods.

They study the map. It’s a bit of a walk to the playground, but it’s pretty straightforward. As they set out, Derek grabs Stiles’ hand.

‘So we don’t get separated,’ he explains.

Stiles nods approvingly. That’s very smart.

The journey takes longer than it probably should have. They keep checking their route on every map they come across. They also walk past a lot of awesome animals, like lions and tigers and elephants; Stiles keeps slowing down to get a better look at them, and Derek will tug on his hand to keep them moving. They both stop to look longingly at the ape habitats for a minute, but they know they don’t have the time right now. They can come back with their parents.

It’s long past lunchtime and their stomachs are starting to growl when they’re almost at the playground. Stiles presses his free hand to his stomach with a frown. His mom has all the snacks in her bag and he doesn’t have any money.

‘Do you want a hotdog?’ Derek asks. He pulls an X-Men wallet out of his pocket.

‘Are you sure?’ Stiles asks.

‘Mom says if you go hungry for a long time you can faint,’ Derek says seriously.

‘Alright,’ Stiles agrees and pulls Derek to the nearest hotdog stand.

Paying, grabbing, and eating the hotdogs turns out to be a bit tricky when neither of them is willing to let go of the other, but they manage.

They walk the last bit to the playground, then find a bench where they can eat their hotdogs and oversee everything. They’ve barely finished eating and are still cleaning their hands with the napkins when Stiles hears his mom calling his name. He looks up and barely has time to breathe a sigh of relief when he’s pulled against his mom’s chest. He struggles a bit, embarrassed by his mom’s cuddliness in front of his new friend.

‘Where did you go?’ she asks when she pulls back.

‘I saw Derek and he looked scared—‘

‘I wasn’t scared,’ Derek protests, but Stiles ignores him. Derek was totally scared.

‘—so I went over to him to ask what was wrong, but then I turned around and you were gone. So we came here because you said that’s what I should do. And we also got hotdogs.’ Stiles holds up his hand that still has a little ketchup on it.

‘That was very smart of you,’ his mom says proudly.

Stiles then looks to his dad, who is smiling.

‘Dad, can you help Derek find his mom?’

‘Derek? You’re Talia’s son, right?’ his dad asks.

Derek nods, looking excited that Stiles’ dad knows his mom.

‘I have her number. I’ll call her.’

A couple minutes later, Derek’s mom is hugging Derek.

‘Can we spend the rest of the day together?’ Stiles asks. He likes Derek. Derek lets him talk without interrupting him.

Their parents happily agree, and after a quick lunch they set out to go see the apes. It feels strange not to have Derek’s hand in his, but he doesn’t want Derek to think he’s scared of getting lost again.

‘Can I hold your hand again?’ Derek asks before they’ve left the playground.

‘Sure,’ Stiles says, and grabs onto Derek’s hand with enthusiasm.

They don’t let go until it’s time to go home. But that’s okay, because Derek’s mom said Stiles could come over to play videogames tomorrow.

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Practice Makes Perfect

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 754 Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, POV Stiles ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: State/County Fairs

‘Don’t say it,’ Stiles groans. ‘I can hear you thinking it.’

‘What? That I told you not to go on that ride right after eating three hotdogs?’

Stiles turns his head to glare at Derek. That was exactly what he meant. A wave of nausea comes over him again and he quickly turns his head back to the trashcan. Thankfully, nothing comes up. Derek goes back to rubbing the hand that’s not holding Stiles up soothingly over Stiles’ back. It feels great, though Stiles wishes it was happening under very different circumstances.

‘Here.’ Derek shoves a bottle of water in front of his face. ‘Rinse your mouth, then drink up the rest. You okay on your own for a little while?’

Stiles nods. Using the trashcan as a support, he pushes himself upright and takes the bottle.

‘Okay. I’ll be right back.’

Stiles rinses his mouth, then drops to the ground to drink his water. It’s not a pleasant thing to with the taste of regurgitated hotdog still in his mouth.

He’s starting to wonder where Derek’s gone—and if he’s ever coming back—when Derek steps out of the crowd on the main path. There’s a plastic bag in his hand, out of which he pulls a small stack of paper napkins and another bottle of water.

‘Feeling better?’ Derek asks, sitting down next to Stiles.

‘Yeah.’

‘Good.’

Derek douses the napkins with water, then dabs them all over Stiles’ face and neck. It feels amazing. Stiles closes his eyes and sighs.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says.

‘For what?’

‘For throwing up. This is not something you should have to deal with until at least the fifth date. Or until we’re boyfriends, because then you’d have to take care of me. It’s one of the rules.’ Stiles looks at Derek, who is looking back at him with a soft, if still slightly worried, expression. ‘I can’t believe you’re being so nice to me after I almost threw up on your shoes.’

‘You missed.’

‘Barely,’ Stiles snorts. ‘And I’m sorry I ruined our date.’

‘I wouldn’t say it’s ruined. It’s definitely memorable, though,’ Derek grins.

Stiles groans and buries his head in his hand. ‘Oh god, this is not a good reason for a date to memorable. It should be because we had a spectacular kiss or because I made you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.’

‘I’m not gonna kiss you right now,’ Derek says, pulling a face Stiles can’t hold against him. He wouldn’t want to kiss himself either. ‘And trust me, I’m laughing,’ Derek adds.

‘Asshole,’ Stiles grumbles, but he smiles around the top of the bottle as he takes another sip.

‘Are you okay to go? Because I should probably take you home,’ Derek says.

‘Yeah. I’m good.’

They throw away the empty bottles and wet napkins and make their way to the parking lot. Derek is still holding the plastic bag, and Stiles figures it’s an emergency vomit holder for the ride home, but at the car Derek stops and pulls something out of it. It’s a small plush fox.

‘I was planning on winning you something bigger, but I didn’t have much time,’ Derek says, handing the little fox to Stiles.

Stiles stares at it, then looks back up at Derek.

‘But I thought maybe I could try again? The fair will be here for a couple more days so…’

Stiles nods. ‘That would be awesome. I think I owe you like a thousand teddy bears for being so nice to me.’

‘I really didn’t mind,’ Derek assures him. ‘Besides, I figure it was practice, for, you know, when we do become boyfriends. Since taking care of you is one of the rules.’

‘Can we start being boyfriends now?’ Stiles grins, hugging the little fox to his chest.

‘Yeah,’ Derek says, nodding eagerly.

Stiles doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone smile that wide, and it’s all for him.

‘I can’t blame you for not wanting to kiss me right now, but, dude, you’re making it really hard not to throw myself at you,’ he points out.

Derek’s smile softens as he steps closer and cradles Stiles’ face. He tips Stiles’ head forward so he can place a kiss on top of his head.

‘How’s that?’ Derek asks.

‘It’ll do for now. But tomorrow, we’re gonna make out for at least ten minutes before even entering the fair.’

Stiles has never seen anything cuter than Derek’s blush as he tries, and fails, to find a way to respond to that.

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Melting

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: G, Word Count: 487 Fluff, Angst, POV Derek, First Date, 17yo Derek is very dramatic ♥ Read on AO3

For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Eating Snow Cones

Derek knows he hasn’t said anything in a while. Stiles must think he’s not having a good time. He is; he’s just nervous. He’s never been on a date with a boy before and he’s not entirely sure he’s doing it right. Getting snow cones and eating them in the shade of a tree seems normal date stuff, but he hasn’t spoken outside of saying hi and asking what flavour Stiles wants. So, he should really say something.

‘I think I prefer slushies,’ he blurts out, cutting Stiles off in the middle of his rant about why ghosts definitely exist.

Oh god, he should have waited until Stiles was done talking.

Keeping his eyes on the snow cone in his hand, Derek waits for Stiles to respond. Or maybe he’ll just ignore it. That seems like a better option to hope for.

‘Wha— Excu— Oh my g— Wha—‘ Stiles splutters. ‘Why? How could you like slushies better? Snow cones, dude. Snow cones!’

Derek looks up. Stiles has turned his whole body towards him and looks at him with wide eyes. He’s waving his snow cone in front of Derek’s face in emphasis. His nose and cheeks are turning a little red and Derek’s glad he suggested sitting in the shade. He really doesn’t want Stiles to remember their first date as the time he got the worst sunburn of his life. Although, now Stiles might remember it as the time Derek rudely interrupted him after not speaking for almost a half-hour.

‘The different flavours are easier to mix and it’s less sticky,’ Derek explains, holding up his hand that’s turning blue from the syrup.

‘Dude,’ Stiles whispers and shakes his head disapprovingly. ‘You realize this relationship can’t move forward if you prefer slushies to snow cones.’

Derek freezes. His heart stutters and his breath hitches. After six months of gathering every scrap of courage he has, after chickening out on asking Stiles to junior prom at the last moment, after finally asking him on a date last week, he ruins it by opening his stupid mouth. He should’ve stayed sil—

‘Wow. Hey, I’m just kidding,’ Stiles says. He’s flailing and his eyes have gone even wider. ‘I’m sorry. I’m nervous. I make stupid jokes when I’m nervous. And I talk even more than usual when I’m nervous. Fuck, no wonder you’ve been so quiet. I won’t shut up. And then when you do say something I immediately tell you this is over.’

‘I’m nervous, too,’ Derek interjects when Stiles stops to breathe. He relaxes a little now he knows he’s not the only one terrified of screwing up.

‘You are?’

‘I’ve never dated another boy before. I keep thinking I’m doing it wrong,’ Derek admits. His face feels hot. He looks down at his melting snow cone.

‘You got me a snow cone,’ Stiles says. He shuffles closer until their shoulders touch. ‘I think you’re doing great.’

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Written for the @sterekwriters Summer Bingo Tournament. For the prompt: Swimming Lessons

Really it’s Derek’s own fault for choosing to move back into the house. Living under the same roof as his parents again is one thing, but living with his sisters is entirely another.

School being out of session means his nephews are in rare form bouncing around the house. And since he’s the only one of his siblings without a “real” job (“grad school doesn’t count, you nerd,” Cora likes to tell him), he’s usually the one stuck with babysitting duty. And he loves the boys, he does, but it’s difficult to get any work done on his thesis when cooped up inside with a couple of stir crazy eight-year-olds.

So. Community pool it is. Laura signed the boys up for swimming lessons four days a week without telling Derek until the night before their first one, but Derek doesn’t have it in him to complain too much. At least it’ll get them all out of the house for a little while, and maybe wear the boys out enough that they’ll be content to laze around in front of the TV for few hours afterwards while Derek writes.

Josh and Beck are a handful on a good day, but they seem fairly well contained now, racing each other from wall to wall across the shallow end. The instructor (“call me Stiles” he’d said at the start, which the boys had loved and Derek had scowled at) watches with a smile on his face and doesn’t bother correcting their form.

So far the guy hasn’t even gotten fully into the pool, or even taken his shirt off, just sitting on the edge with his legs kicking idly about in the water while he observes the kids. But if this is just some sort of glorified babysitting deal, Derek has absolutely zero problems with that. He brought a book with him and he knows the boys are already competent enough in the water to make lessons fairly superfluous anyway.

“Alright, high dive time!” Stiles shouts out of nowhere, and that definitely catches Derek’s attention.

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For my final square in the @sterekwriters Summer Bingo Tournament. Prompt: Ice Cream

I challenged myself to get to a Mature rating with this one, because it’s been awhile since I’ve gone higher than a Teen, so… just a bit nsfw at the end ;)

As far as summer jobs go, slinging ice cream at the parlor on Main Street isn’t a bad gig. Stiles could totally do worse than getting to enjoy the comforts of air conditioning all day, while adding some definition to his biceps from scooping out rock hard ice cream every five minutes. His coworkers are friendly, his boss is laid back, and by the time school starts back up again he’ll have saved up just enough money to finally get the Jeep a new set of tires and himself a new laptop.

So really he has no reason to complain. Which is what Scott tells him every afternoon when he comes in to visit and mooch off the free sample policy.

But Scott doesn’t understand, okay? Because despite all the benefits of working here, this job might just be the worst thing to ever happen to Stiles.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Scott rolls his eyes and grabs for the tiny plastic taster spoon of rocky road Stiles holds out between them.

“Don’t mock my pain,” Stiles scowls back.

“Life is–“

“Shut up, I’m literally dying here.”

“Having a crush is not the end of the world, dude.”

But “crush” is putting it mildly. This is more like some great, big, life-altering, head over heels, marriage proposal in the works, sort of deal. Because this is Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, who Stiles has been in love with for the last four years, and who Stiles was all set to pine for from a distance until the guy started showing up at the ice cream parlor every Friday afternoon this summer with his little sister.

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here’s my first post for the sterekwriter’s summer bingo event! This one is the square “mosquitos.” Enjoy!

When Stiles wakes up in his tent only a few hours after falling asleep, he recognizes immediately that he completely fucked up.

Stiles apparently shouldn’t have been in charge of closing Scott and his tent before passing out, because of course, he had completely forgotten. And now, well. Now he’s covered completely in mosquito bites. All over. Some are even on his thighs and one is on his cheek.

Now he’s sitting back in the tent that had to be shaken out to rid itself of other critters that ended up all over the two of them. He scratches at his upper arm and then moves onto his neck. Scott had told him he didn’t smell any diseases, at least, which is good, but he’ll be stuck with being a human scratching post for the rest of their pack trip.

The flap of the tent opens up and Derek, face always passive but slightly judgemental, comes in and sits down next to him. He’s wearing jeans still, and a plain black v-neck which is astronomically tight on him. Stiles distracts himself from the sight by frowing at Derek’s face.

“Hey,” Stiles says, feeling just a bit sour, which he thinks is for good reason. “I don’t want to hear anything from you right now, so feel free to leave if you’re going to comment on my current state.”

“Do you want any help?” Derek asks him instead, which is weird. He nods without thinking though, and Derek leans closer, face inches from his skin.

“Now don’t tell me werewolves can suck out the venom from mosquito bites too.” If he’s being honest, he’s slightly hopeful that that’s the case.

Derek looks at him like he’s crazy. Maybe he has gone a little bit off his rocker, but the itching is enough to drive even Scott insane. “I can stop the itching.”

“Please do,” Stiles begs, voice going a little reedy.

“It’s going to be… weird, though,” Derek adds.

“Hey dude, anything to stop this. I’m miserable.” Stiles Stilinski is not above begging at this time.

Derek eyes flit over his skin and he leans in even closer, begging for Stiles to comment on personal space. But Stiles isn’t about to screw up a possibility of relief.

When Derek’s tongue shoots out and rubs over the skin of Stiles’s bicep, he almost jerks back, but Derek holds him still. Almost immediately, he feels relief. “Okay, good. Fine, continue.” Derek huffs a laugh against the skin he had just licked and it feels cool and really good.

He continues, and when Derek gets to his leg, it’s a bit weird, but it feels too good to comment on. Derek’s tongue is smooth and runs over and over to get rid of the last of the itching. Soon, the only part left is Stiles’s neck, and this time, Derek pauses before moving on. He stares into Stiles’s eyes.

“Is this okay?” Derek asks, only centimeters from Stiles’s neck.

“Please,” Stiles asks without thinking, craning his neck. His skin heats up as Derek looks him up and down, eyes going dark. He puts a steady hand on Stiles’s shoulder, before leaning in again. The next swipe takes away the itching on his neck which had been the worst out of all of them. Derek leaves his mouth against Stiles’s neck this time, mouthing at the skin slightly. And there’s no itching. He sighs gratefully, grabbing at Derek with one hand.

Before he knows it, time has slowed, and they’re suddenly kissing. Derek freezes at first but then catches up with the program, pressing them together. Stiles feels like this is a win-win situation for him because, god, he’s wanted to kiss Derek for years. His mouth is soft and his beard scratches slightly against his chin.

“Good,” Stiles whispers against Derek’s mouth. “This is awesome.”

“Not so awesome for me!” Scott yells just outside the tent. “I wanted to take a nap guys!”

Derek growls against Stiles’s neck, making the skin tingle. “Not now, Scott,” he orders and Scott makes a noise of discontent before shuffling off.

After Scott is gone, Derek and Stiles pull apart slowly, but Derek keeps a hand on Stiles’s shoulder. He looks Stiles up and down. “You look like you have chicken pox.”

Stiles slams his forehead into Derek’s chest. “Dude, shut up.”

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Heat Frayed My Brain

For @sterekwriters SWNSummerBingo, prompt: Heat Wave

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Wordcount: 948

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Isaac was convinced that he was dying. It was hot- too hot. He was sweating even more than normal and there still wasn’t a single ventilator in the loft. He might already be dead for all he knows.

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