#sterekvalentineweek2022

[sterekcraptrash]

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[mrkgrl]

Day 1, Smitten, here we go.

I'm in love with Derek being so stupidly in love with Stiles he becomes dorky lol. //sighsssss....

[teencopandthesourwolf]

Stiles: Omigodomigod, I love this song! You gotta dance with me, Der!

Der: Okay. But no grinding, Stiles. There are kids present.

Stiles: *mocking* Bleugh-bleugh-bleugh!

Derek: Stiles, I am not adverse to biting you on the dancefloor.

Stiles: Derek! There are kids present, you know!

Derek: Shut up and follow my lead, you lunatic.

Stiles: Daaaw! I love you too, Der-bear!

okay so i cheated and smooshed together the last four prompts for @sterekvalentineweek which were CANDY, DANCE, BITE, & TUXEDO. sue me lol. and in case you're wondering, the boys are attending scott+allison+isaac's wedding on st. valentine's day—the date was scott's idea bc he's a romantic sap ofc 💕

[messy-peach-art]

For @sterekvalentineweek day 6: Bite

BITE (G, 1k)

(Also on AO3)

Derek was obsessed with the marks he left on Stiles’ neck. And he couldn’t seem to be able to hide it, either, because there’s no way Stiles didn’t notice him staring at them.

They were laying together in bed one night when Derek found himself staring at the marks. Stiles’ neck was covered with dark red spots spanning up to his ear. It looked as though it will never heal. And Derek knew before one actually faded, he would just make more alongside it.

He couldn’t stop touching them, running his fingers across the red lines. He tried to focus on Stiles’ face instead, but every time he glanced away for even a second, he found his eyes drawn back to the marking. The intimacy of seeing him like this, it’s strangled Derek, rendering him speechless.

He didn’t know how long he stares at the marks, wondering how much longer they were going to stay that way.

Stiles didn’t seem to mind his fixation. In fact, he seemed to love it.

The marks were something much more than just scars. It’s would be a crime to belittle them like that, they are so much more, an implication. Derek’s not used to seeing Stiles so vulnerable. Sure, he had other marks from all those years running around like a feral animal, but they’re hardly visible and Stiles didn’t wear clothes that would show them off. And most definitely not at this level of intimacy.

“What are you doing?” Stiles mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep, and turned over to look at Derek, who was tracing along the bitten skin of Stiles’ shoulder.

“I think I’m in love.” He said without thinking, his face heating up, and Derek was sure that Stiles could still see the blush on his cheek even in the dim light.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him, clearly wondering if this was some kind of elaborate joke,” With the hickeys you left on me. So much for being humble, huh?”

But Derek merely cracked a crooked smile and shook his head, continuing to trace the marks, fingers like feathers, brushing over Stiles’ neck.

Stiles mumbled something unintelligible and turned his head, but Derek could see the smile on his face. If anything, it seemed almost shy, if you ignore the sleepy expression. Stiles rolled onto his stomach and curled himself around the pillow, burying his nose into the mattress and breath in deep enough that Derek can hear it tickling against the pillowcase.

Stiles shifted under the blankets beside him, curling closer into his chest and letting out a soft sigh. Derek reached over, flick away the one strand from where it fell in front of his face. The gesture made Stiles smile.

“You okay?” Stiles opened his eyes and asks after a long silence, where neither Stiles, who still had one foot in his slumber nor Derek, who was still too transfixed on Stiles’ neck, say anything. He rolled onto his side to look at him, propping himself up on his elbow to lean over and kiss Derek lightly on the lips. “You seem very off right now.”

Derek looked away from where he’d been staring at the marks. “I’m fine.” He stumbled slightly at the glimpse of Stiles’ face, looking sleepy and content.

“Mmm. That’s not very convincing.” Stiles chuckled, reaching out and grabbing Derek’s chin gently, turning his head up to meet his eyes.

A slow blush crept up Derek’s cheekbones at being caught. “I wasn’t staring,” he said, shrugging and trying to turn away, but Stiles gripped his chin tighter and pushed forward to give him a kiss. He pulled away, grinning and settling back down into the pillows next to him. Derek shifted again, turning to face Stiles and snuggling into his arm, smiling.

“I know,” he said, voice barely louder than a whisper. “But I don’t care.”

Derek smiled at that, squeezing Stiles tighter. He rested his cheek against Stiles’ chest as the other man threaded his fingers through his hair slowly. It felt nice. He nuzzled further in, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. His body relaxed against Stiles’ and he took in his scent, enjoying it. It had been a while since they were last alone together.

“Sorry,” Derek said. “I’m just thinking about something.”

“You sure you don’t want to tell me what it is? I promise I won’t laugh.”

Derek rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss Stiles again. “It’s nothing,” Derek replied between kisses. “Just...” he trailed off, unable to think of the words to describe what he was trying to say.

“This,” Derek said finally, sitting up to place his hands on Stiles’ neck, finger ghosting over the marks. “You’re sure you don’t mind? It’s really obvious…”

Stiles’ breath hitched. His heart beat faster and louder, and Derek saw his pupils dilate. A low whine escaped him and he tilted his head into Derek’s touch. He bit his lip, looking up at Derek with adoration shining in his eyes.

And then he moved to press his lips against Derek’s. “Oh... Those things,” he whispered between kisses, pressing his hips firmly against Derek’s own. “I thought we already establish that I like them.”

Stiles reached up and gripped Derek’s wrist, pulling him close again.

Derek hummed, smiling softly, sliding his hand down from Stiles’ neck to hold both sides of his face. He pressed their foreheads together, tilting his head to the side so he could look into Stiles’ eyes. “Yeah?” Derek murmured.

“Oh yeah,” Stiles said in reply. “This is fine. Plus I love the meaning of it.”

Stiles pulled Derek close to him again and kissed his nose, then rested his forehead against Derek’s.

Derek felt safe and warm and loved in the arms of the boy that held him so effortlessly. The thought struck Derek like a bolt of electricity. “You’re mine,” he whispered.

“Yeah… That meaning…”

“And I’m yours.”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.”

Stiles kissed him softly. “Mine forever.”

The two stayed in their current position for a few minutes after that before Derek pulled back slightly, placing a chaste kiss on Stiles’ lips.

Stiles smiled and nuzzled into Derek’s hair as they lay there cuddling. Derek closed his eyes, relishing in the warmth of his boyfriend pressed tightly against him.

This was exactly where he belonged.

[usermischief]

@sterekvalentineweek - Day 7 Tuxedo

“You would not believe the day I— why are you wearing a Tuxedo?” Stiles comes to a sudden stop, staring at Derek, who is staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He’s carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of white wine. There’s also an indefinite amount of napkins between his teeth.

Derek almost drops everything. “Stiles,” he says around the napkins, “you’re early.”

“Why are you wearing a Tuxedo?” Stiles asks again because it feels worth pointing out since he’s wearing clothes that have certainly seen better days. If Lydia had been home, he probably wouldn’t have been allowed to leave their apartment, but she’s out with Jackson. Plus, it’s movie night, and he feels comfortable enough around Derek to run around however he wants to. Tonight, he wanted to feel comfortable because work was a shitshow. “Oh, no,” Stiles breathes, looking around the room. “Is it my birthday? Is it your birthday?” It wouldn’t be the first time he’s too scatter-brained to remember anything.

Laughing quietly, Derek puts everything on the table, drawing Stiles’ attention to the flickering candle in the middle of the table. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s— oh my god.” Stiles takes a step back and towards the door, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. Derek wearing a Tuxedo, the candlelight dinner for two, Valentine’s Day. “You’re having a date.” It’s not that Stiles wasn’t fully aware this day would come, but he still hoped it wouldn’t… and that he’d just hung out with Derek until the guy realized he’s in love with him too.

“Yes, Stiles, we’re having a date.”

“Okay, shit, sorry, I should probably—” Stiles stops, squinting at Derek. “Did you just say ‘we’re having a date’?”

Derek merely raises a brow, but he does so in a fond kind of way.

Stiles takes a step into the room, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “I don’t have a tuxedo.” To be honest, he’s not even sure he owns one.

Chuckling, Derek props himself up on the edge of the table, looking so much more handsome than he has any right to be. “You’re attractive no matter what you’re wearing.” That statement doesn’t sound quite right, but there is time to debate that — and that time isn’t today.

Smiling, Stiles crosses the room.

[raisesomehale]

Accidental Valentine

Written for @sterekvalentineweek’s Day 4 theme: Candy

WC: 1648

RATED: G

STATUS: Complete

TAGS: Valentine's Day | Fluff | Meet-Cute | Derek Hale Has a Son | Alternate Universe - No Werewolves | College Student Stiles Stilinski | Kid Fic | Requited Crushing | Stiles POV

- Excerpt -

When Stiles looks up from his studies to see a tiny child with big green eyes and a spill of ink-black hair holding out a half consumed lollipop to him, he says:

“Uhh… Hi.”

The kid just blinks at him.

He could have come from anywhere - Stiles is sitting outside Mama Ruth’s Diner today and the wrought iron fence encasing the seating area has openings on all sides.

(Stiles usually sits inside, but the day was too beautiful to not bask in it. Meandering clouds crossing the sapphire blue sky, a lazy breeze rustling over his knuckles and ears, the scent of flowers awakening from their winter slumbers.)

Stiles extends his neck to scope this way and that down the sidewalk on either side of the diner, but there is no sign of a hysterical parent looking for their lost child.

He turns back to the little kid.

His tiny, bushy eyebrows crease in consternation, and then he’s offering Stiles the lollipop again. He shoves it forcefully at him in the air, making melodic, prompting noises high in his throat.

Which is when Stiles realizes that this kid is actually more like a baby, if his lack of vocabulary is anything to go on, and there’s gotta be a joke hidden somewhere in this situation about not taking candy from a baby.

But in the moment all Stiles can manage is concern, and the sudden relief that the little guy had come up to Stiles instead of chasing a kitty down an alleyway or into a street or -

Stiles lays down his pen and turns fully towards the toddler to bend over and get on his level. He accepts the sticky lollipop with exaggerated excitement.

“Wow! Thank you so much for sharing your candy with me! Is it alright if I pick you up? I’d like to help you find your mo-”

“Micah!” A voice booms from behind them.

Stiles and the little boy turn and he almost double takes when he sees the man the voice belongs to.

Somewhere, an Adonis Model Factory is missing one of their specimen, and he’s here sprinting past storefronts and dodging streetlights and trashcans to get to them.

-Read The Rest On Ao3-

[parkkrys]

Smitten

Day one for Sterek Valentine's is Smitten. Hopefully you all like! All grammar mistakes are my own :)

Also, you can find this on AO3 here

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Derek hated shopping, it was always busy, too many people, it was overwhelming and he just wanted to go back home but this was a pack day. Which meant he had to spend the day with teenagers because he thought it was great to be an alpha to teenagers.

Laura would be laughing at him if she were here.

And Derek would only growl at her and before his thoughts could really drag him into a dark place, Stiles had more or less slammed into him.

“Derek!” Stiles exclaimed as Derek only wrapped his arms around him to make sure the idiot didn’t fall over, wincing as Stiles yelled in his ear.

“What?”

Stiles didn’t even look apologetic as he only grinned up at him and Derek only narrowed his eyes. Stiles knew that he had Derek wrapped around his finger but the man couldn’t help it. Stiles meant more to him then the human knew and he could never find the words to tell Stiles. So, he tried to always show it in action, he had no idea if the message was received, but he always loved seeing Stiles’ reactions to things he would do for him.

“I know you hate this right now, but, at least go to three stores with me and I will sneak you out,” Stiles whispered to him.

Derek only rolled his eyes because the pack was only a few feet aware with enhanced hearing which meant they could hear everything they said to each other. But he felt his chest loosen at the thought of the early possibility of getting away so he only nodded as Stiles kissed his cheek and dragged him.

“These stores have to be perfect,” Stiles only mumbled as he stopped at the mall map and Derek glowered at the giggling females who were staring right at him.

He wasn’t sure how to react when Stiles simply moved so he was in front of Derek, blocking him from their looks as he pointed at the map, “Let’s go to this one. I think you will like it.”

“This is meant for what you want,” Derek only said and Stiles scoffed.

“Where’s the fun in that? I don’t want to bore you.”

Derek sighed as he let Stiles have his way. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why Stiles stepped in front of him and it only made him relax even more, more willing to let Stiles take care of him as he lived life once more.

“Come on, this way,” Stiles started as he pulled Derek away from the girls who were still staring at him. Derek wasn’t sure what to say as Stiles turned to glare at them before they turned the corner.

“Wish people had the decency to leave you alone, like yes you are attractive, I mean I have eyes Derek but they were straight out gawking at you-”

“Thanks,” Derek interrupted him softly, intertwining their hands together and made sure to give him a smile. It was worth it to see the way Stiles blush as he cleared his throat and nodded, “Cool, cool, alright.”

He ignored the awes he knew they were getting from the pack as he was dragged into a store that was full of little gemstones and hand crafted things. It was beautiful he thought to himself as he stared at a dragon that was sculpted out of jade, it was a tiny thing but elegant. He knew Stiles was somewhere but he took his time looking at everything, to the funny little signs and socks, to little wired trees with crystals as leaves.

“Did you find anything you like?” Stiles asked, popping out of nowhere and Derek only shook his head.

“I like this, it’s a good store.”

“I know right? No clothes or pop music, just a store that is filled with random nice things. I like coming in here every time.”

Derek ended up walking away with a little gem base that had a metal wolf howling, he saw it and immediately thought of Cora. He thinks she would have liked it.

Derek wasn’t sure where else he was dragged too, just content to be near his mate, looking around at the random places Stiles took him too. He noticed the little things Stiles would do for him without thinking about it, making sure the store wasn’t too full, and dragged him to areas where it was quiet, taking the attention if too many people stared at him.

He appreciated everything Stiles did for him and he knew he was smitten. It didn’t really matter to him that Stiles was already his, that he didn’t have to pine anymore for the human. He was always going to want him, to crave him and he was okay with that.

Stiles did little things for him and Derek loved him even more for it. The affection he had only grew every day and he could see spending the rest of his life with Stiles, the wolf in him agreeing, chanting mate in his mind over and over.

“Hey Stiles?”

“Yes?” Stiles asked as he placed the book down and he was looking at to immediately come to his side.

“Valentine's day is soon, let’s go out or do something.”

“Wait,” Stiles said as he leaned back and stared at him with wide eyes, “But I thought you didn’t want to do anything?”

He had remembered the disappointment he smelled and saw as Stiles had only nodded and let it go when Derek had declared it. He had always hated the holiday, found it useless and a little ridiculous and he thought Stiles did too. But, he was Stiles first real relationship, he was Stiles first to many firsts. And if Stiles wanted to do valentines with him, then Derek would do it.

“For you? Anything.”

Stiles was shocked, he could see it as Stiles nodded slowly before he hugged him, “Okay, let’s discuss it after? In private, where it is quiet?”

Derek nodded, grateful that Stiles could tell he struggled with people as Stiles only beamed at him.

“I thought you didn’t do romance sourwolf.”

“I do, just when we are alone. I-” Derek hesitated before he only shook his head and kissed Stiles on the forehead. No, he won't say it in a damn mall. Later, maybe later he will finally say those damn words and Stiles touched his hand gently as he nodded in understanding.

Stiles understood him in ways others could never. And for that, Stiles was everything.

[whenwordsmakesense]

You Got Me In Love Again

written for @sterekvalentineweek, theme: smitten.

rating: teen and up audiences

word count: 703w

tags: alpha derek hale, rebuilt hale house, derek hale loves stiles stilinski, angst, fluff, pov derek hale

summary: derek never thought he'd feel like this again, for anyone; that he would maybe love someone—but no one can be prepared for stiles stilinski, can they?

read on ao3 or below.

Stiles' fingers tap a casual rhythm against the hardwood coffee table that Peter insisted on wanting for the living room, and Derek is helpless but to listen to it, the slow beat a contrast to Stiles' own thunderous heartbeat. Stiles' heart has always been a little too fast, a little too loud, but when he's deep in the haze of researching the latest Big Bad? His heart beats even more faster, all the caffeine in his veins showing themselves as a heart pumping too fast, a body barely still.

Derek glances at the clock hung on the wall behind the couch, sighs, and leaves his post leaning against the arch to the living room to walk towards his human packmate.

"Stiles."

Stiles doesn't even acknowledge his presence, eyes stuck on the printed copy of the Hale Bestiary, open to a page about something that looks similar to a Chimera from the greek mythology. He's still tapping away at the table, his other hand fixed under his chin, rubbing at his jaw in slow, sweeping motions, lost in thought.

Derek moves closer, his legs bumping the legs of the table, and he closes the book. Stiles makes a noise of protest, and finally looks up at him, pink lips curled in a pout Derek wants to kiss away.

It's a thought he's had for years, and it's easy to banish it to the back of his mind, from where it will eventually break out again, but that's an issue for another time.

"Hey! I was reading that," Stiles says, and Derek pulls Stiles' now gesturing hands in his own to tug him out of the couch, now saturated with Stiles' scent, something that tends to happen when someone sits in it for eight continuous hours.

"It's almost two in the night, Stiles." Derek tells him, not even looking back as Stiles tries to break free from his grip, his free hand pawing at where Derek's right hand is gripping Stiles' left one.

"But we need to—"

"We don't need to do anything," Derek says firmly, using his free hand to open the door to his own bedroom. Nearly four years ago when he had put down the master bedroom on the ground floor of the floor plan, it was because it eased Derek's nerves—he can listen around better and in case someone intrudes, he'd be the first line of defense, like any good Alpha should be—but now, Derek can think of only one reason for being grateful for it. And it's about how he doesn't need to worry about Stiles falling down the stairs in lieu of freeing himself from Derek.

Everything in his mind always comes back to Stiles, somehow. And every time it happens, he tries his damn best to push it to the back of his mind. But lately, there's been a problem to this method—he can't stop thinking about Stiles.

He thinks about Stiles all the fucking time.

He pushes Stiles onto his bed and tries not think about the other ways in which this scenario could have happened.

"We need to sleep," he says, and watches as Stiles' tiring protests die on his lips as he settles against the warmth of the blanket, pearly, luminescent brown eyes slipping close. Stiles hums in appreciation, and Derek's wolf preens; even his heart beats faster, tries to match the infinite beauty of Stiles' heart which is now lulling to a sleepy haze.

Stiles, eyes closed, lazily pats the other side of the bed. "Sl'ep," he mutters, voice slurred with exhaustion, and Derek can't help but smile fondly.

He is fucking gone on Stiles Stilinski, and he doesn't know what he's going to do about it. But for now, Derek pulls off his henley—he can't sleep with it on—and when he's sure Stiles is truly asleep, goes to his drawer to pull out his pajama pants. He changes into them quickly and silently, and with his heart and wolf jumping in joy at the closeness, sleeps beside Stiles.

He doesn't know what tomorrow will bring, but he does know that whatever happens, he wants Stiles by his side. Always, and in whatever capacity he can have him for.