#sterek i

[darrenandaaron]

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by WhoNatural (wordcount: 5,440)

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

[darrenandaaron]

I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home by WhoNatural (wordcount: 4,643)

Prompt: "I was digging in my garden and I found your time capsule with a bunch of weird stuff in it, sorry I went through it" AU

(That's not exactly what happens, but kind of.)

[darrenandaaron]

Incommunicado by WhoNatural (wordcount: 5,433)

Why is Derek being so weird?

Derek looks up from where he’s adjusting his shirt back into his pants - really? - and pauses. “Stiles?”

Clearly something in his scent is giving him away, but he’s too busy swallowing against the sting of bile that has made its way into his throat and checking behind the couch for future murder victims because Derek is totally cheating on him.

[darrenandaaron]

I Am Toasting to the Way You Put that Smile On My Face by decideophobia (wordcount: 2,635)

“Dude,” he says slowly, meeting Derek’s glance again, face disbelieving. “Is--is it your birthday?”

“No,” Derek sneers. “I’m just treating myself to a cupcake.”

[darrenandaaron]

I Want Sugar in my Tea by lielabell (wordcount: 3,191)

Derek doesn't like coffee and he doesn't like coffee shops. They are loud and brash and full of people who think too much of themselves. He prefers tea and independently owned bookshops, where people sit in companionable silence and read. But here he is, sitting in a loud, obnoxious coffee shop, trying his damnedest to focus while people drone on mindlessly on all sides of him, drinking cup after cup of low quality tea. And why is he doing this again? Oh right. Because of him.

[darrenandaaron]

I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Men by lielabell (wordcount: 2,052)

Seriously, sometimes Stiles thinks that the man is a plant by the owner, who is a hippie, through and through, but just business savvy enough to pay someone hot to sit on the premises and brood up a storm like a modern day James Dean, clicking away at his computer in his leather jacket with that pensive look on his face.

[darrenandaaron]

In Your Absence by lielabell (wordcount: 1,411)

Words are not Derek's friends. Not by a long shot. So Derek doesn't use them. He doesn't open up. He doesn't share. It doesn't matter how much he might want to, it's just not something that happens.

[darrenandaaron]

If It’s Torture. by standinginanicedress (wordcount: 62,905)

“I’m – I’m working on my next book.”

That, out of everything, anything on the face of the god damn planet, is not what Stiles had expected Derek to say. After everything that’s happened, after Spark and the mess that it was, and after Derek firing then rehiring Lydia, and after Derek pointedly avoiding his office study for months upon months, and after Stiles not hearing a word about any new projects, never seeing Derek writing anything down… Stiles would have thought that aliens invading was a more viable possibility than Derek writing a new book.

He’s made his money, more than anyone else needs in a lifetime, and Stiles thought that meant that he would be done. Maybe Stiles forgot that money isn’t why Derek does what he does, after all, and that’s not fair to him. “Oh,” Stiles says, because he honestly can’t think of anything, not a single thing else, to say.