There have been whispers around the school that Mr Stilinski and Mr Hale are dating. They decide to set the record straight.
They’ve heard the whispers circulating the school, a buzz of chatter filling the school halls like a swarm of bees.
Mr Hale – the English teacher – and Mr Stilinski – the history teacher and assistant coach for the lacrosse team – are dating.
They weren’t quite sure when it started, but whispers of their alleged relationship had spread throughout the school. Snippets of gossip and rumours would trail back to them.
“Did you see the way Mr Hale looked at Mr Stilinski today?”
“I’ve never seen Mr Hale smile, but Mr Stilinski makes him smile.”
“They’d make such a cute couple.”
“I saw Mr Stilinski in Mr Hale’s office the other day.”
“Mr Hale helped Mr Stilinski put away the sports gear after practice yesterday, and they were in the equipment room for quite some time.”
“Mr Hale and Mr Stilinski always spend their lunch breaks together in their classrooms.”
For the most part, they were amusing, harmless gossip and stories made up by kids who had watched a few too many romance movies, but it was starting to get out of hand. So Stiles and Derek decided to address the rumours.
They called all their students together and gathered in one of the larger classrooms. Students crammed in where they could, sitting in chairs or on the floor, a few perching themselves on the cabinets that lined the far wall. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, a mixture of confusion, concern, and excitement.
Derek stood in front of his desk. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leant back against the edge of the desk. Stiles stood beside him, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket.
“Alright,” Derek said gruffly.
The room fell silent.
“We’re heard quite a lot of talk around the school about whether or not Mr Stilinski and I are dating,” Derek started.
The students started cheering. Some let out excited gasps and a few students shouted, “I knew it!”
Derek drew in a deep breath, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He waited for them to settle before continuing, “We’ve decided to clear this up, once and for all. Mr Stilinski and I are not dating.”
The room filled with shocked gasps, hushed whispers and a one student who was brave enough to shout, “Yet!”
Stiles ducked his head, hiding his smirk as he struggled to smother his laughter.
Derek waited for the room to fall quiet, his stern stare hushing the room.
“Mr Stilinski and I are not dating,” he reiterated. Pausing for a moment – waiting to see if the students would object again – before adding, “We’re married.”
The room burst into a cacophony of noise: cheers, screams, applause. You could have sworn they were celebrating winning the nationals, not finding out their teachers were married.
Stiles couldn’t hold it in any more, he burst out laughing, turning away from his students so that they couldn’t see how bright red his face was.
Derek glanced over at him, his harsh features softening as he smiled lovingly at Stiles and let out a quiet chuckle.
Stiles drew in a dep breath, gathering himself as he raised his voice above the noise to say, “And nothing happened in the equipment room.”
The members of the lacrosse team and a few other students who had heard that rumour started laughing.
It's when Derek's about to laugh that Stiles loves him most.
When sage side-eyes betray him, lips twitching in annoyance because Stiles amuses him against an otherwise iron will. When he tries holding his breath until the urge passes, but doesn't, the stoic mask about to break into a grin, all eye crinkles and canines and happiness.
And when the big guy is about to unleash an honest to God chuckle—which Stiles knows will dissolve at least some of the pain and the shit and the tension—comes the moment that Stiles loves himself the most, too.
Because it's only Stiles who can make Derek feel like that.
Headcanon that sterek is most stable relationship in the pack. When they are fighting the others almost cant tell because they dont really scream and yell and they still kiss goodbye and say they love each other; when Derek's gone stiles just goes "can you believe him?" And the others are like whaaaa? "We are fighting! >:0" nobody can tell...
The only way you can tell if they’re fighting is if you know them well enough to know that their overly dramatic facial expressions mean.
For @hoechlbutt I love you so fucking much *hugs tight*
Derek settled the blankets and the pillows over the previously brought in comfy comforter, and crawled out to see how it looked.
It all started when, during one of his daily Skype calls with Stiles, his boyfriend had mentioned seeing in a movie a bunch of kids making a pillow fort.
“My mom used to make one for me every time she’d see me sad…” he’d said with a small, nostalgic smile. “I miss them.” he’d added distractedly. “I miss mom.” He’d said, more quietly. And Derek knew he hadn’t been supposed to hear that.
So, in that moment his mind had been already made up, thinking up how and where to make one for Stiles.
After the call, he’d spent pretty much all the night, looking up pretty pictures of pillow forts and adding details to his idea of a perfect one to build, so that he could make his boyfriend happy for when he would come back from college and stay with Derek.
Derek had wanted to go pick him up, saying that the four hours’ drive to Stiles’ college weren’t an issue, but Stiles had called him a sappy goober and said that there was no way in hell he would abandon his baby – meaning the Jeep – even if it meant kissing his sexy boyfriend against his sexy car –meaning the Camaro – so Derek was supposed to wait at the sheriff’s for his return.
He didn’t mind, really. John Stilinski had taken a great liking to Derek after a careful period of observation of Stiles and his relationship. It had taken a couple of life and death situations, Derek’s firm and constant presence in Stiles’ life, and Stiles’ testimonials that Derek made him truly happy. After that, the sheriff had stopped casually polishing his firearm in front of Derek, and started inviting him to dinner or for a beer of his own volition.
Derek arrived at the Stilinski’s half an hour before Stiles was supposed to turn up; he parked beside the sheriff’s cruiser and tried and failed to not smile too much, because he would finally get to hug Stiles again.
The sheriff must’ve been in a similar good mood, too, because he opened the front door as soon as Derek got out the car, and greeted him with a big smile and a cheery, “hello, son,” to which Derek replied with a matching beaming smile and nod.
If there was one trait that the sheriff had and that Derek found immensely soothing, was John’s quiet nature. He was steady and level-headed, always knew when to push and when to leave it be, and Derek felt oddly comforted whenever he called him ‘son’, which was quiet the norm these days.
The spent most of their time together talking about Stiles – with proud looks on their faces – or baseball, or the occasional supernatural situation or simply enjoying the company of someone that understood the sentiment, whenever something important happened in Stiles’ life.
The rattle of Stiles old jeep, finally caught Derek’s attention and he was out of the house in seconds, waiting as his boyfriend pulled in and parked on the other side of the cruiser. Derek had missed him way too much to try and pretend that Stiles’ coming back didn’t please him as much as it did, so he didn’t hesitate to swoop him in a hug and bury his face in his neck to nuzzle as much exposed skin as he could get away with – considering the sheriff was probably watching from the threshold.
Stiles laughed, delightedly – obviously pleased with the attention and hugged him as fiercely. “I missed you so much, sourwolf. You?”
Derek hid the content smile that sprung from the use of his stupid nickname, kissing the back of Stiles’ neck before letting go of him and taking a step back. “I dunno the quiet was nice for a change.” He snarked, still with a small smile.
It made Stiles grin wider. “Sure, sure,” he patted Derek’s chest as he stepped him aside to go to his dad. “Pretend that you didn’t brood over the lack of my babbly voice to fill your monotonous and boring days all you want, but I know the truth.” He winked, over his shoulder before going to hug his dad.
Derek didn’t ever try to contradict him. Stiles was right, but that didn’t mean that he would admit to it either. His boyfriend already made too much fun about his broody eyebrows.
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Lunch at the Stilinski’s when Stiles was there was always a noisy affair, as Stiles’ loud voice carried even to the floor above and his cackle was easy to spring at any moment. For how incredibly sappy the thought was, Derek couldn’t help but think that it was like sunshine poring over a still and quiet place; Stiles brightened and awakened everything with his presence alone, enhanced everything that was surrounding him. With him, Derek felt alive. Maybe that’s one of the reason he’d fallen for him, because he’d made Derek want to live again, even after everything. And considering that, Derek thought that his wish to give Stiles anything that could make him happy was only to be expected.
So, when they made the drive to Derek’s place – the newly refurbished Hale mansion – he was only too eager to show Stiles the pillow fort. Stiles kept giving him curious looks whenever he found him smile quietly to himself, but Derek shook his head and Stiles didn’t push, opting to smile and hum quietly to himself, too – even though, Derek could tell he was thrumming with impatience to know what it was all about.
When they finally arrived Stiles practically jumped out from the Camaro and bounded to Derek’s front door, pulling a face at Derek when he laughed.
The moment he opened the door and Stiles stepped inside to see the Pillow Fort – that he’d spent a good four-day’ time to build and perfection – he felt nervousness catching up to him, as Stiles froze a little over the threshold and stared at Derek’s creation, unblinkingly.
Derek looked over at it too; it was a kingdom of sheets, blankets and pillows, his sofas had been used and positioned to frame the fort, as its walls, and over the white sheet that served as roof were thrown strings of fairy lights –that Derek hurried to switch on.
Stiles moved, so that he was kneeling in front of the entrance –which was also framed by another rope of fairy lights (held by pins) and that also had two mason jars with two electronic tea-candles flickering inside by each side of the entrance – and looked at what was beyond. Where Derek knew were more sheets, pillows and the big comforter for their comfort, Stiles’ favourite comics and books in a corner, his favourite DVDs and Derek’s laptop in the other, a large round box with assorted snacks he knew Stiles loved, the wolf and fox toys they had won and given to each other during one of their first dates on each side of their comforter, and a torch for emergencies.
All in all, Derek thought he’d made a decent job, but suddenly he wasn’t so sure, as Stiles still failed to show any sort reaction at all. It occurred to Derek only then that the memory of Stiles’ mom building one for him – probably doing a much better job than Derek could ever manage – could make Stiles think of all the things he’d lost after her death, and make him even sadder than he was about it all, in the first place.
“I can break it up, though.” He said quickly, eyeing his boyfriend, nervously. “We could chill on the couch-”
“Are you crazy?!” Stiles jumped up on his feet, turning to Derek, eyes wide. “I love it.” He said tackling him into a hug. “I love it so much, thank you.” he then said, his voice muffled against the collar of Derek’s shirt.
Derek hugged him back, a relieved smile spreading onto his lips. “It’s nothing.”
Stiles shook his head, leaning in just a bit so that Derek could see the brightness in his eyes. “It really is, though.”
Derek smiled and leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips.
//
They spent the remaining of the day curled up together, cuddling (Stiles), nuzzling (Derek) and kissing (both) in the Fort. Stiles put Monsters and Co. at one point, and Derek watched it contentedly for a while with an arm draped across Stiles’ middle, until he dozed off.
He woke up to Stiles tracing his eyebrows with the tip of his fingers and a thoughtful look on his face. He stopped, though, with a guilty smile when he noticed Derek waking up. Derek had always secretly enjoyed it when Stiles did that, and because he was still half asleep, he didn’t think twice to nudge Stiles’ fingers (waggling his eyebrows) until Stiles resumed the stroking. He felt the puff of air of Stiles’ snort on his cheek, and smiled happily.
“You did all of this just because I mentioned it one day…” Stiles’ voice was quiet, almost like he was talking more to himself.
Derek shrugged, still opting to reply to him. “Thought, since I can’t give you your mom back, I’d try to give you this.”
He heard him sucking on his breath and opened his eyes. Stiles had stopped the stroking and after a pause of just looking at each other (Stiles’ eyes impossibly bright) Stiles’ hand came down to cup Derek’s cheek and he closed the distance between them with a slow lingering kiss.
“She would’ve loved you.” Stiles told him, when he drew back, lips still close enough to brush onto Derek’s as he spoke.
“Wish I’d met her.” Derek said, thinking of how he would’ve loved for Stiles to meet his mom too.
Stiles hummed agreeing, then said. “I know she would’ve loved you because I would’ve told her that you make me happy.”
Derek hooked an arm around Stiles middle, and pulled him to him so that he was practically covering Stiles with his body. “You make me happy too. Making you happy makes me happy.”
He expected Stiles to tease him a bit for his sappiness, and judging from the glint in his eye he’d been considering it, but in the end he chose to pull Derek down for another long and searching kiss. “I love pillow forts.” He said, interrupting the kiss. “And I love you.” He added like it was an afterthought.
Derek snorted and shook his head. “I’m glad,” he said, and then proceeded to switch his laptop off and made sure that the blanket was covering the both of them properly. When he thought Stiles had fallen asleep, he whispered, “I love you, too.”
For 13/04/20 @sterekdrabbles challenge. The prompt words were "NAME", "TEAR" and "SWALLOW".
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When he said it—Derek's other name—the swallow-sound in Stiles' beautifully pale throat that followed would be considered loud to humans, nevermind werewolves.
Derek felt fangs sharpen on his tongue and claws dig into palms when he scented arousal wafting off the kid. He wanted to tear the flannel right off Stiles's back like the feral animal he was; to throw down and ravage and take, take, take.
They'd discussed playing rough and Stiles was into it, and the nervous-but-sure smile on that pretty, dark-freckled face screamed Do It Now.
"Definitely possible." Stiles nodded, crazy-eyes on Derek. "You could totally wrestle your way into the WWE. Easy-peasy, dude. Like, lemon squeezy-easy"
"Don't call me dude."
"But dude, you could! You'd love it. The applause… The crowd chanting, Der-Bear…"
"Stiles, I'd hate it and you know it."
But Stiles was on a roll. "...and OMG! M'gettin' hard just thinking 'bout you in spandex!" Stiles stuck his tongue out the side of his annoyingly perfect lips, eyeballs crossing like the whack-job he was.
Derek tried not to smile. "Should've just said if you like spandex…"
Stiles squealed and fell off the sofa.
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written for @sterekdrabbles friday 05/15/2020 challenge with the prompt words: "wrestle", "possible" and "hard".
tagging: @novemberhush @reallyelegantsharkfish @princecharmingwinks @sterek-malec-karamel @dylinski @jmeelee @evanesdust @shealynn88 ...please just say if you'd like adding/removing from the list.
STEREK HEADCANON: Stiles knowing instinctively whenever Derek is in need of a massage…
Before a run in the woods, to loosen him up.
After a run in the woods, to ease those bulging muscles.
As soon as the moon begins waxing, to bring him down and help him relax.
When he's had a particularly vivid nightmare about Paige.
Following a round of filthy and intensely hot sex, Derek's body screams from holding a freakishly bendy Stiles in all sorts of crazy positions, oh-so-late into the sticky Californian night... and though Stiles loves a feral Derek between the sheets, he lives to savour him in these after-times; the quiet moments, when Derek is no longer in charge--no longer wild and fierce and unchained--but veritable putty beneath Stiles' slender, healing fingers. Derek is so gentle like this, as Stiles kneads and caresses his sinews, post orgasm, the werewolf's rough growls now turning to soft whispers and moans. Stiles lays trails of slight, brushed kisses each place his hands touch--ensuring his tenancious devotion is felt bone-deep down, sealing it into his lover's wolfskin for always...
If Derek's eye starts twitching after he finds out Stiles has done something massively dumb (like not asking Derek for his help, again) and Derek's gotta get a head massage STAT before he flips and wolfs-out on the spot, 10.37am at the local grocery store or not.
