-> written for @aredesification for the @stereksecretsanta '22 gift exchange!! I had such a blast writing this and I really hope you enjoy this silly little Christmas tale about our boys finally choosing each other♥
WC: 6514
Rated: E
Tags: | Canon Universe | Post-Canon | Years Without Seeing Each Other | Christmas Fluff | Christmas Activities & Shenanigans | Beta!Derek | McCall Pack | Good Alpha Scott | Slow Burn (for as much as 6k can be slow burn) | Hurt/Comfort | Soft & Cozy feels | Fluff & Humor | No Angst | Pack Feels & Bonding | Mutual Pining | Flirting | Sexual Tension | OG Pack members are all 21 | spiked apple cider | Frottage | Hand Jobs | Blow Jobs | Come Swallowing |
- Excerpt -
...Derek is cut off when the backdoor in front of him shoves inward, Stiles pushing inside with a triumphant grin on his face, Scott at his back holding a giant platter of still-sizzling, deep-fried ham.
The sight of him is like whiplash.
Stiles and Derek have managed to keep up a reasonably active text-ship for the last few years (heavily due to Stiles’ undying persistence on the matter) but Derek’s recent inclination to jump around between continents paired with Stiles’ grueling school schedule has resulted in them not having been in the same room since Stiles left for Brown the summer after he graduated.
He’s broader. Taller. Hair buzzed short like it hasn’t been since he was a sophomore in high school, a scar nicked into the corner of his left eyebrow that Derek remembers hearing the story about (a frisky leprechaun with a bad sense of humor and a hard-on for blades.)
And when Stiles’ eyes catch sight of Derek across the room, his grin glitches into shock and he lets go of the door.
Which must be safety-weighted, considering the force with which it slams backwards against Scott.
The Christmas ham launches into the air upon impact, the platter clattering to the ground as Scott stands too stunned in the doorway to even react.
But Derek had started moving the moment he saw Stiles’ hold on the door slip.
He glides forward without thinking and snatches the ham from the air, spinning to deposit it on the nearby stack of clean plates before straightening, deep in Stiles’ personal space.
Behind them, someone chokes off their laughter in their throat.
I really hope I did your prompt justice and that you like the fic! It's not very often that I write as closely to canon as I can so this was a fun little challenge for me.
Merry Christmas!! ♥
*****
All I Want for Christmas, Is You
When the first Christmas rolls around where Derek is back in Beacon Hills at the same time as every other member of Scott’s pack, Melissa invites him over for dinner and Derek is pretty sure it’s weird for everyone involved.
Kira’s eyes actually double in size when she opens the front door and sees him standing on the other side, whatever she’d been yelling over her shoulder back into the house cutting off in her surprise.
A lost book left in the aisles of his library job gives Grimmjow more of a reason to hate the people he's surrounded by since no one else picked it up and now he's got a witch who won't get off his back until he helps him out. Thank god he's at least cute or this whole thing would be a bust.
Have a happy Christmas babe, I hope you like my gift to you. I had a lot of fun making it! ☺
21 questions
It starts with a text in the middle of the class Derek’s assisting on. He waits until the professor has gone to one of the students to explain something. He sneaks a look at it when he thinks no-one’s looking.
Derek! Do you think snails have feelings? :D
Derek has a hard time trying to supress both an eye-roll and a smile at the same time. He doesn’t succeed as he glances towards the front row. Boyd’s sitting there with that look he gets when he knows exactly who Derek’s texting. According to Boyd Derek gets this faraway look, even after the 4 years they’ve been together.
Derek denies it.
He slides his phone back in his pocket and spends the rest of the time surreptitiously glancing at the clock. Which, of course, Boyd sees every single time. Derek wills himself to wait to reread the message again until everyone has left. He keeps busy collecting his books and papers and shoving it in his bag.
When he’s certain that everyone has left he grabs his phone and turns around. Derek looks up and nearly jumps out of his skin, because Boyd is still sitting there. Boyd, who’s got one eyebrow raised and his arms crossed.
“Something the matter, Boss?” Boyd grins.
“Shut up, Vernon!” Derek grumbles.
Boyd merely gets up and claps Derek on the back. He’s almost at the door before he turns back to Derek again.
“Tell boyfriend I said hi.”
Derek huffs and waves his friend off before turning back to his phone. Before he can open the text Stiles sent, his phone’s buzzing again. Derek thumbs over his screen and sees another message from Stiles.
Also…If you were a worm, how long would you be?
What? Derek shakes his head and reads it again. Surely, he must’ve read that wrong? Nope, it’s still there. What’s he supposed to answer to that? ‘Oh, Stiles, I don’t know, I think I’d be about 6 inches based on this or that fact.’
Derek closes his eyes and drags his hand over his face. He loves Stiles to the moon and back but Derek seriously wonders what goes on in Stiles’ head most of the time. He throws his phone in his bag and leaves the room, just as a new stream of students start to come in.
When Derek gets home, Stiles is sitting on the living room floor. His stuff spread out on the couch, the coffee table and the floor. Nothing new. Derek kicks off his shoes, hangs away his coat and moves over to the living room. He leans over the coffee table ready to give Stiles a kiss. Stiles, however, doesn’t move closer. More so, Stiles pulls his head back and pouts.
“You didn’t answer my texts from earlier.”
“Uhm…” Derek mumbles unintelligently.
“So,” Stiles goes on as if Derek didn’t make a sound, “what’s your answer?”
“Really, Stiles?”
“No answer, no kissies from Stiles.” Stiles raises his head defiantly and smacks his lip.
And well, if he puts it like that. What could it hurt to answer some of Stiles’ ridiculous questions, right? Stiles truly is a great kisser. And no-one, Derek in particular – only Derek, should miss out on kissing Stiles. So because Derek is a big push-over, he indulges his boyfriend.
“I don’t think snails have feelings, because if they would they would probably die of sadness because they realise how slow they are. And if I was a worm, I’d be about 6 inches… You know why.” Derek complies.
There’s a beat and then Stiles starts laughing so hard, he has to clutch his stomach. Derek stares at him for a second and then turns around and walks to the kitchen.
“No, no, no, don’t go! You get all the kissies!” Stiles shouts as he scrambles up and plasters himself to Derek’s back.
“You ask me these ridiculous questions, you expect me to answer them seriously and then you laugh at me. Watch me go, right now.” Derek replies, trying to stride firmly to the kitchen, which is definitely harder with Stiles clinging to him like a koala bear.
“No, Derek, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, okay. I mean you just compared your dick to a worm. How can I not laugh?” Stiles lets him go and goes to stand in front of him.
Derek is about to protest when it dawns on him. He actually did make an unfortunate comparison between the length of a worm and his dick. He bites his lip and tries not to laugh. Or die from embarrassment.
“See…” Stiles smiles up at him. Derek just huffs a little. “Come here and kiss me, you gorgeous idiot.”
And yeah, answering those questions in exchange for kissing Stiles was worth it. Especially when Stiles gets his knee between Derek’s legs and start walking him backwards to the couch.
Even more so when Stiles’ hands start to wander over Derek’s chest and to his belt after they fell on the couch. It stops being worth it when Stiles accidentally knees Derek in the balls when he flails upright.
“My research!” He cries out. “I had a system for that. Derek get off the couch.”
“Little preoccupied.” Derek wheezes out, his hands clutching his balls as if the pain’d go away like that.
Stiles whips his head towards his boyfriend and his eyes widen comically.
“Shit, sorry, Derek!”
Derek just grumbles some really creative words at his boyfriend.
“I can gently kiss it better.” Stiles suggests.
And despite the pain, who’s Derek to say no to such an offer?
**
The questions don’t stop. Derek keeps getting questions, one even stranger than the other, at odd moments. The thing is, Stiles never just asks Derek. It’s always by text. The only thing Stiles’ll ask is Derek’s answer.
Derek never texts back when he gets a question either. He replied once and then got a stream of texts asking why he thought so and how he came to that particular answer. So Derek gave up. Besides, what is the point of texting a reply back when he can just walk to the other room?
Because, oh yeah, that happens too.
Derek’s preparing dinner one evening when he hears the vibration of his phone against the surface of the kitchen table. He finishes chopping the vegetables before drying his hands and looking at his phone.
If you had to choose between a million bucks or the ability to fly…what would you choose?
Derek frowns as he reads the question again. Both options are pretty appealing if he has to be honest. He turns his head from side to side, pursing his lips and quirking an eyebrow. Derek shakes his head and puts the phone down and walks the short distance to the living room.
“I don’t know.” He states to the room.
Stiles looks up from where he’s buried in an essay. He stares at Derek for a couple seconds and then his eyes widen. Derek shakes his head fondly. Trust Stiles to have forgotten about something he sent only a minute ago.
Stiles’ mouth forms a perfect O-shape when his mind clicks to what Derek’s talking about. It’s quite distracting, if Derek’s being honest.
“I admit, that’s a tough one.” Stiles says.
They stay quiet then, thinking over the question. After a minute or two, Stiles breaks the silence to ask Derek which one he chose.
“I’m gonna go with the money then. I can buy myself a plane for flying then.” Derek decides.
“You can buy a plane for one million bucks?”
“A helicopter then.”
“But that’ll only get you that far.” Stiles argues.
“Don’t care, I’ve got money, I can just hop on a plane.” Derek says petulantly.
“Aw baby, don’t be like that.” Stiles gets up and steps closer to Derek to kiss the frown of his face.
And if they do a repeat performance of what happened after Stiles sent his first questions, it’s no-one’s business but theirs.
Their repeat performance, or encore like Stiles calls it – Pretend it’s a show, Derek! - somehow turns into a regular thing. Every time Stiles asks Derek one of his ridiculous questions it ends with both of them panting, naked and very sweaty.
Derek’s not complaining. Not at all.
**
The questions don’t seem to stop though. Derek’s at the gym on a Thursday night. He’s finishing up his cardio. When he’s finished running on the treadmill, he walks back to the locker room. He’s wiping off his face when a female voice speaks from nearby. Derek does a double take to make sure he didn’t accidentally walk into the wrong locker room, but it’s only Erica. She’s probably waiting for Boyd to finish. He doesn’t even bother asking.
“What did you say?” Derek asks instead.
“I said,” Erica starts, rolling her eyes at him, “your boyfriend is getting weirder as the days go by.”
It’s only then that Derek notices she’s holding a phone. His phone to be exact. He holds out his hand and stares her down until she relents and hands the phone over.
And as expected there is another text from Stiles. They’d come pretty steady this week. At least one a day. Derek unlocks his phone and shakes his head at the question.
Do dogs feel pretty when they wear sweaters?
Derek barks out a laugh then. Only Stiles, he thinks. Erica perks up at his laughter.
“What are you laughing about, Derek? What’s so funny about that? It’s not some weird form of sexting you guys do, right?” She shoots questions after question at him.
Derek doesn’t reply. He just grabs his bag and kisses her cheek. He even adds in a ruffle over her head because he knows that’ll annoy her. He passes Boyd on his way out and before the door closes, he can hear Erica complain about it to her boyfriend.
Derek smiles the entire, albeit short, walk home. He throws his bag to the side, kicks of his shoes and calls out a general ‘I’m home’ when he doesn’t immediately spot his boyfriend. He walks straight to the bathroom for a hot shower.
Derek’s peace and quiet only lasts five minutes. He can hear the bathroom door open quietly and it doesn’t take long before he feels a gush of cold air on his back when the door of the shower cabin opens.
Long arms wind around his middle and a soft kiss is pressed to the nape of his neck. Derek instantly leans into Stiles’ touch. He enjoys the soft caress of Stiles’ fingers on his chest and stomach.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Stiles murmurs in his neck.
“I’m sure dogs feel pretty when they wear cosy sweaters.” Derek mumbles, not giving a care in the world. He’s just enjoying his boyfriend’s touches and the hot water.
“Not that one, the other one.” Stiles nips at Derek’s ear.
“Hmm? I only got one.” Derek replies, turning his head a little to give Stiles more access.
“The one about the birds.” Stiles pulls his mouth back from Derek’s ear.
Derek groans internally, not at all pleased with the loss of contact and turns around. He puts his hands on Stiles’ shoulders. He takes a moment to admire the little droplets falling down from Stiles’ face, before asking him what the question was about the birds.
“Do you think there are birds that sing off key?” Stiles asks him seriously.
Derek just stares at Stiles. He lost all his focus. First because of Stiles’ touches now because he has to look at his wet boyfriend who’s not touching him anymore and Derek just can’t. He gives up.
“I don’t think so. I don’t know why I think that. And I frankly don’t care.”
Stiles is about to protest but Derek catches his lips between his fingers, stopping Stiles from making a sound. Derek gets a glare in return.
“Stiles, you’re standing here wet and naked in front of me asking me a ridiculous questions about birds. I really don’t want to think about that. I’d rather defile you right here, right now.”
The glare, Stiles was sporting, has changed into something else completely. It’s all hands and lips after that.
**
The day after their shower adventure Derek is home alone. Stiles went to a concert downtown with Scott. Derek is lying on the couch, lazily watching some TV. He’s not really paying attention, though. He’s thinking about Stiles. Not just him but all that encompasses his boyfriend.
Derek reaches for his phone and scrolls through his texts with Stiles. In between all the idiotic questions – of which there are nineteen – there are the normal texts, the sweet ones, the funny ones. All so incredibly Stiles.
Derek smiles wider the more texts he rereads. Stiles is an idiot, but he’s Derek’s idiot. Stiles with his flailing arms and cute button nose, his quick wit and sharp tongue. Stiles is intelligent, he’s caring, warm and loving. He always keeps Derek on his toes, he’s spontaneous where Derek likes to plan, he doesn’t take anyone’s shit especially not Derek’s and the sex… The sex is absolutely amazing! Derek couldn’t have wished for a better life partner.
And just that thought makes Derek sit up straight, his phone and the TV forgotten. Derek starts laughing out loud when the realization hits him. He can’t stop laughing. It’s pure joy that surrounds him right now.
He doesn’t want Stiles to be his boyfriend, he wants Stiles to be his life partner, his husband.
When Derek goes to bed that night, he’s feeling so happy he falls asleep smiling in his pillow.
“Derek… Derek!”
Derek opens one eye blearily. He hisses when ice cold feet are rubbed against his calves.
“Derek, you have to answer my question.”
Derek groans and blindly reaches out and shoves Stiles’ head away. Stiles laughs softly and crawls even closer to him.
“M’ phone’s in the living room.” Derek mutters against Stiles’ shoulder. “Just tell me.”
“Ugh fine, you spoilsport.” Stiles sighs, but then quickly pecks Derek’s forehead. “Do cows get cold?”
“Really, Stiles?”
Derek’s suddenly wide awake. He sits up, flicks on the bedside table and looks down at Stiles, who’s grinning up at him. But then Derek remembers what he realized earlier. He grins back at Stiles. Let no-one ever claim again that Derek Hale can’t be spontaneous.
“Yes, they do.” Derek tells him solemnly.
Stiles opens his mouth but Derek interrupts him before he can go off on a tangent about wanting a more elaborate question.
“No.” Derek tells him. “It’s my turn to ask a question now.”
He waits until Stiles closes his mouth.
“Will you marry me?” Derek asks.
There’s a beat and then…
“GOD DAMN IT, DEREK! Fuck you! Seriously fuck you!” Stiles shouts, shooting up in a sitting position.
And what? That was definitely not what Derek was expecting. Before he can say or do something, like apologizing or something, Stiles is rambling again.
“Are you fucking serious right now? I’ve been preparing this for a month, Derek Andrew Hale! I came up with all these ridiculous questions. Twenty if you hadn’t noticed. And today was going to be the twentieth and twenty-first. TWENTY ONE QUESTIONS!” Stiles pauses, but before Derek can open his mouth, he goes on.
.
“Will you marry me?” Stiles huffs. “That was my question, Derek. I was going to ask you to marry me. I even bought a ring and all. Been keeping it a secret for over a month. Have some respect, Derek.”
Derek watches Stiles. He’s pouting, actual full on pouting. Derek takes a moment to process that. And when it clicks… He’s laughing again. He tackle hugs Stiles and peppers him in kisses.
“‘s not funny, Derek.” Stiles mutters, petulantly.
“Ask me again, then. Properly this time.”
“No, it doesn’t count now.”
“Just do it, Stiles.” Derek lifts his eyebrows.
“Ugh fine…” Stiles sighs and pushes Derek of off him. He climbs out of bed and walks out of the room. When he returns, Derek’s sitting on the side of the bed.
“I pictured this completely different, but whatever.” Stiles announces before sinking down on one knee.
“Derek Andrew Hale… You put up with me in times where I frustrate you to no end, when I talk a mile a minute, when I ask you the most ridiculous questions. I couldn’t have wished for a better partner. You’re understanding, loving, caring, smart, ridiculously hot, but above all you’re mine. And I like to keep it that way. Will you marry me?”
Derek’s about to say yes, when Stiles shakes his head.
“I had more, there was so much more I was going to say, but you totally threw me of my game here, Derek.”
“Stiles?” Derek interrupts. “I do. I wanna marry you.”
“Oh thank God!” Stiles shouts and then jumps on the bed, pinning Derek to the mattress. “I’m so going to defile your nubile body, now.”
And what can Derek say? The encore is the best part of the show.
I’m very particular about some things in fics so please sit, this will be a big one.
I don’t read major character death, NEVER. Doesn't matter how much I like the writer, THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY IN HELL I’LL READ IT.
I don’t read established relationship. I like to see they fall in love, they get together, if they’re already together I won’t read it.
I’ll left it if there’s unnecessary angst (as in the pair had already gone through hell and hight water and the writer keeps fucking up them just to make the story bigger and you can feel it)
I won’t read it is I feel their behaviour is OOOOOOOOOCCCCC
I’LL NEVER READ IF ONE CHARACTER LOVE THE OTHER MORE, like, if you makes a fic and I can feel that you’re making one of the characters suffer tons because they love the other and the other is like fuck you lmao, IT’S NOPE FOR ME. * there’s so many fics that Stiles loves Derek more than Derek loves him in this fandom ugh*
I won’t read my pairing cheating each other, never ever, but I’ve read them cheating other people with each other, yeah kind of hypocrite, but I feel like there is a possibility of you falling in love with someone when you’re in a relationship with someone else, and making a mistake. I don’t glorify it, but I understand that it is what it is, a mistake and as a human beings we all can make it some day. If the character is portrayed as a cheater who does for pleasure that’s a nope for me.
In Sterek mostly, I’ll NEVER EVER EVER read fics in which people portrait Stiles a little fragile tiny damsel in distress, I’ll be like please fuck off fuck all the way off.
I don’t read heavy drug abuse, nor rape, or abuse, self harm. I do read dub con, like the “make them do it” trope, but not so much nowadays?
And I don’t read bottom!Stiles only fic. Versatile Sterek yes, Bottom!Derek hell yes, but bottom!Stiles is something I read more in the beginning and then I found two things, bottom!Derek and the stupid heteronormativity in this fandom that PISSES ME OFF SO FUCKING MUCH. So it is a big nope.
Nor do I read Stiles portrayed as affected and effeminate gay guy. Why? Because that sure as hell isn’t how the character is portrayed and I dislike that feminization people make of him.
There’s one trope that used to like when I got into fandom, and I started to hate when I understand things, was Pack Mom!Stiles. Not because I don’t think he can’t be nurturing and shit (The guy did take care of his dad as if he is the father, and carried his best friend inhaler for fuck sake) but because it is another heteronormative bullshit defunded in this fandom that I hate.
If there is the word: wifebeater ANYWHERE IN YOUR FIC I’LL CLOSE IT SO FAST IT WILL MAKE WIND.
Ps: I don’t mean that people aren’t allowed to like/write those things, just that I dislike and won’t read it. Whatever floats your boat is good for you.
I was listen to the music All I want by Kodaline( and Crying my eyes off Meanwhile done it) and I realize that the lyrics kind of remind me of sterek angst listen to the music and tell me what you think
OH MY GOD3 I CRY. It’s def the kind of song that I would make something Sterek related <3
