@sterekdrabbles For the prompt words grateful, tie, work (14/6/24).
Stiles visiting Derek’s workplace wasn’t unusual. The teary eyes, tie-dyed Grateful Dead T-shirt, Daisy Dukes and - were those Crocs?? - definitely were.
“Stiles, what happened?”
“I’d just stepped out of the shower, barely wrapped a towel round myself, when a firefighter burst in and dragged me outside. The whole house was ablaze. Faulty wiring, they think. The old hippies next door loaned me the clothes. I’m so sorry, Derek, it’s all gone. Everything you loved. Gone. Again. I’m so sorry.”
“Stiles,” Derek murmured, hands coming up to cup his husband’s face tenderly. “Everything I love is right here, safe and sound.”
Okay but CEO Derek just married his long-term boyfriend, Stiles, but like no one but family and close friends even knew he was in a relationship, 'cause he's private like that. When Derek shows up at his office with a ring on his finger, the employees were all like "What the fuck?!" and then some rumors started that since like everyone flirted with Derek, he decided to take extreme measures and started using a wedding ring just to avoid at least some of this flirting. Erica, who works for Derek and is one of Derek's and Stiles' close friends, tells Derek the rumors and he's just like "Well, I suppose it's time to introduce Stiles to my employees?" Erica laughs and says "I don't think it's a good idea, Der. We both know Stiles would drag these people on the ground just because they dared to say you would do something like that." Derek stays silent for a bit and then says "You're right. Maybe you can do something? I mean, everyone knows that you're my friend...So if someone asks you, just tell them the truth. Show the wedding photos and videos I know that you have."
I am trying to find fics that have an already established Sterek, but someone comes to visit and tries to take from Stile. Do you know any that would fit this?
I sent you a DM but here it is for everyone else.
into the ripe air by unpossible | 13.3K
“Stiles,” Ted says as he rounds the front of the car. His eyes flick to Derek, and then to James, and there’s an indefinable change in his face that has Stiles’ shoulders tightening and he takes a long, slow breath, the better to take careful hold of his temper, because there are consequences for everything he says and does now, and he’s not a sixteen year old smartass anymore.
first of all, I have no idea what Stiles is wearing dont ask me.
SECOND OF ALL
I can't stop thinking of Older!Sterek because of the new movie thing(still not sure that's real or true),
also just, Soft!Derek and Controled-Chaos!Stiles, like, they've both matured, but without losing their essence...does that make sense ? idk its like 1:30 in the morning but anyway,
just, just soft, married!Sterek, u cant see the rings but they're there ok trust me
New Ficlet of mine that has been a mind worm for a couple of days now since I saw a video on twitter of a couple who found out that they weren’t technically married due to a mistake.
As soon as I saw it, I instantly imagined it being Stiles and Derek
Read fully on AO3 here
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Stiles stared down at the letter in his hands, his fingers curling the edges and shaking as he kept re-reading the words on the page. His vison blurred for a moment before his heart lurched and he was up on his feet and moving through the house and calling Derek’s name out. With each moment his husband didn’t appear, the more frantic he became until he was yelling Derek’s name out as he crashed through the kitchen and through to the little study that Derek had added on to the house a few years back.
‘’Stiles.’’
His husband’s words were calm as he twisted in his chair and turned towards him, and for a moment Stiles paused, taking in the whiteness that was starting to pepper his husband’s beard, the brightness of his eyes before he was shaking his head and almost yelling his name again, heart beating just as fast inside his chest.
‘’We’re not married!’’
The exclaim was met with a raised brow and a slight tugging of Derek’s lips as he turned his chair around fully and rested his hands against his stomach, fingers linking through each other. ‘’What do you mean?’’
‘’We aren’t married!’’ Stiles repeated as he brandished the crinkled letter in his hand and pushed forward towards him, shoving the paper under Derek’s nose. ‘’according to this, we’ve never been married, there’s no trace of us getting married…the law states that we’ve been living as boyfriend and boyfriend for the past seven years!’’
Panting harshly as he relinquished the letter to Derek’s hands, he watched as Derek skimmed his eyes across the pages before they both seemed to turn and look at the framed photo sat on the desk, one taking on the day of their wedding. The two of them stood in their matching suits and staring at each other with adoration, the preserve a back drop before Stiles was turning back to stare at well…his boyfriend technically.
Chewing on the edge of his thumb nail, he watched as Derek looked the letter over again, a small frown appearing between his brows before he sighed and shook his head. ‘’Look, there has to be some kind of mistake.’’
‘’Of course, there is.’’ Stiles scoffed. ‘’We got married, all adult like and responsible like instead of eloping like I said we should do.’’
‘’We both know that if we had done that, you would’ve regretted it afterwards.’’ Derek pointed out with a slight smirk which drove Stiles insane sometimes but he couldn’t help but fault it either, knowing that Derek was right, he would’ve regretted eloping to get married and have their friends and family miss out on such an important day.
‘’But what are we going to do Der? We know that getting you on my insurance is important, even if you don’t need it with your wolfiness and everything.’’ He stated as he waved his hand over the man in front of him. ‘’We’ve been paying out taxes together and filling them out as married for the past seven years and now they are saying that our marriage doesn’t exist at all.’’
Stiles and Derek had their wedding guests each write a letter for them to read on their anniversary each year. Their first anniversary, they pick out Peter’s letter
For @imagine-sterek‘s 10k 10 Day Celebration
November 12th: Anniversary
It was a trend they’d seen on the internet: you write a number on an envelope and tell people at that table during your reception to write a letter that you’ll read on your anniversary that corresponds with that number.
Normally, Table 1 is for family. But their wedding was only small and they had a rather non-traditional definition of ‘family’. If they were to go off the normal definition of family then the table would consist of Sheriff Stilinski, Cora, Peter, and maybe Malia. If they got away without them murdering each other, there was also the question of Melissa and Scott—they’d both been in Stiles’ life since he was young and were family to him. And then there’s the pack too—pack is family.
So instead, they scrapped the idea of allocated seating and let people sit wherever they wanted, and they put their own spin on the letter idea. They had guests write a letter each and put them in unlabelled envelopes that Stiles and Derek would pick at random to read on their anniversary.
Today was their first anniversary.
Derek got out the antique decorative box that held the letters, setting it down on the coffee table as he and Stiles settled onto the couch.
“You pick first,” Derek said.
“You sure?” Stiles asked.
Derek smiled sweetly and nodded.
Stiles reached over and opened the lid of the wooden box. He ran his fingertips over the tops of the envelopes and picked one out at random.
He sat back and opened the envelope, pulling out the letter.
His smile dropped from his face.
“What?” Derek asked.
“It’s Peter’s handwriting,” Stiles said.
Derek let out a sigh.
The letter was bound to be filled with snark and sarcasm, but this was the tradition they had signed themselves up for.
“Alright,” Derek said, sinking back into the cushions of the couch beside Stiles. “Let’s hear it.”
Stiles cleared his throat and began to read the letter aloud,
To Stiles and Derek,
Congratulations on your marriage. May it be full of endless joy, memories to share, and undeniable love. I am truly happy for the both of you and I wish you all the best for the years to come.
When you were born, Derek, I held you in my arms and I promised you that I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and while I may have failed in some regards and even caused some of that pain myself, I tried my hardest to keep you safe. I chased away those that were close to you because I was scared they would hurt you. And I have to admit, there was a point at which I was worried I’d screwed up your chances at ever finding love. That is, until a scrawny, sarcastic kid came into the picture.
At first, I thought nothing of him, thinking he was just an annoying, weak human but he soon proved me wrong. He was brave, strong, defiant, trustworthy, and loyal. He was able to read other people—know when they’re lying or if they’re a good person. And as much as he drove me up the wall, I have to admit, I admired him.
Then I saw you slowly fall in love. The way you glanced at each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking, the way a single touch could calm you, the way you ended up being able to know the other person inside out.
I was worried that if you gave your heart to him, it would only hurt you; after all, he’s human. So, I tried to protect you and tried to scare him and push him away. But no matter how hard I tried, Stiles wouldn’t leave your side. He was there for you, no matter what. And you were always there for him when he needed you the most.
After a while, I realised there is no getting rid of him.
At first, that annoyed me, but now I see it’s a good thing. I see the way he makes you smile, the way he challenges you and pushes you to be your best. I see the way he holds you when you feel like your world is falling apart, and the way he lets you see how vulnerable he is. You two bring out the best in each other.
These are the things I could never say out loud.
I don’t know what anniversary you’ll read this on—if you ever do (I have the feeling Stiles will throw the letter away as soon as he sees my handwriting)—but I hope that your love is as strong as it ever has been and may it stay as strong for years to come.
So, my dear nephew, I offer you one piece of advice: let yourself fall in love every day. Whether it be over a cup of coffee, his clumsiness, or the sound of his laugh, let yourself feel loved. Let yourself feel safe enough to let your guard down.
And Stiles, know that while both our families are small, broken, and complicated, you will always have a place in our family. You will always have someone who has your back, someone to stand with you through the good times and the bad, and you will never feel alone or unworthy.
Congratulations to the both of you.
Love always,
Peter.
Stiles fell silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision into streaks of colour and light. He carefully folded the letter back over and slid it back into the envelope, holding it for a moment.
He drew in a deep breath and blinked back his tears, turning to look at Derek.
Derek’s eyes glistened with tears, his cheeks damp from the droplets that had trailed down his face.
Stiles reached over and gently brushed the back of his finger across Derek’s cheek, wiping away the tear that fell.
Derek met Stiles’ gaze, looking at him lovingly.
Stiles smiled sweetly. He shuffled closer to Derek’s side and craned his neck, pressing a tender, sweet kiss to Derek’s lips.
Derek rested his forehead against Stiles’, tilting his chin up and bringing his lips to Stiles’ as he returned the kiss.
They both let out a quiet chuckle as they pulled back.
Derek sniffed back his tears, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.
“We can’t ever let him know we read that letter,” Derek said jokingly.
Stiles let out a quiet laugh, placing the letter back in the box at the back of the pile. “I’m not going to tell him.”
Derek looked at Stiles, watching the way the light from the fireplace lit his eyes, the warm glow making his citrine brown eyes turn to pools of gold. He watched the way his smile turned up the corners of his mouth, making his cheeks dip slightly into dimples and his moles dance across his skin.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Stiles smiled as he turned to look at Derek. “I love you too.”
