Jul 20, 2023
“What was that for?...”
“You were freaking out-- I had to calm you down”
“Oh...”
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“What was that for?...”
“You were freaking out-- I had to calm you down”
“Oh...”
Sterek
Okayyy another one, exact same thing. Young Derek goes with Stiles to Scott's house to wait for him. Goes like this: Stiles opens the door to Scott's house, with a younger version of Derek following. "We're just gonna wait here for Scott." Stiles gestures around with his pointer finger. "We're gonna sit here quietly and we are not gonna call or talk to anyone." The lanky pale boy stated putting emphasis on the 'anyone'. The younger version of Derek follows, "Do I talk to you?" he asks. "No." "Good." "Fine." Stiles agreed, getting annoyed. "Who's gonna talk to him?" Derek asked gesturing towards Scott's dad, who was holding up a brown paper bag, clearly filled with takeout food. Stiles made a sound of surprise which turned into an unsatisfied hum. "Are you getting taller?" He asked rhetorically while gesturing with his hand at the man. "What are you guys doing here?" The McCall father asked. Younger Derek glances at Stiles exasperated expression while answering. "Waiting for Scott." "I bought extra, you guys hungry?" Special Agent McCall, Scott's dad asked while placing the takeout bag onto the table. "Yeah." "No. No we're not hungry." Stiles insisted. "No, I'm starving." The younger version of sourwolf stated. Stiles points at Derek. "Neither of us are hungry. Thanks, though." The Stilinski kid said with a slight smile. Agent McCall, nods and puts his hands in his pants pockets. "Okay, well if you're not hungry Stiles. You're friend can still eat with us." Scott's dad said. "What's your name?" "Derek Ha-" "Derek Hall," Stiles pointed to the younger version of Derek while the confused werewolf gave Stiles a weird look. "Its uh... my boyfriend Derek Hall." Stiles wrapped his arm around Derek's shoulder, with an awkward smile. Young Derek stared a little dumbfoundly at Stiles before smiling awkwardly too. "From eh... Mexico, so." Stiles pronounced the 'x' like a 'h', as he patted the shoulder his arm rested on before withdrawing his hand. Scott's dad pursed his lips and nodded. "Es usted natural de Mexico, Derek?" "Oh my god." Stiles expressed as he both realised what he had said and how Agent McCall was speaking Mexican to Derek. "No soy nativo, uh... sino que pase un monton de tempo alli." Derek replied while Stiles was looking more shocked and confused by the second. "Fantastic." Mr McCall praised. "Eggroll?" "Hell yeah." Derek said with a genuine smile. "Hahaa." Stiles laughed drily, in disbelief that A, he had called Derek his boyfriend and Scott's dad actually believed him and B, that he was lucky enough that Derek spoke Mexican.
Then during the dinner, Scott's dad asks about their relationship and how they met. Later when Derek confronts Stiles, he asks about being boyfriends because when Stiles lied about that there was no telltales.
Alright, i need ideas for young Sterek. If you don't mind putting a comment or leaving an ask would be very much appreciated.
Red Fabric {Young Sterek}
Your prompt: Person B lends their sweater to Person A. When Person A is home, they realize they still have Person B's sweater and find Person B's iPod. Out of curiosity, Person A looks through Person B's music and finds a playlist titled with Person A's name.
P: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski
Age: 18 & 19
A/N: I forgot to post it here.
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“Dude… just take the damn sweater! Stop being stubborn” Stiles groans as he tried to shove his sweater into Derek's hands, the sick omega
Refusing his friend's request. They've been repeating this little argument since Derek first walked into History, taking a seat next to Stiles and dropping his head onto the table ignoring Mr. Harris words to pick up his head, and that it wasn't nap time. Derek hadn't picked up his head, instead, he made a sound that nearly sounded like a growl. The sound even caught Scott's attention, looking away from Allison to look toward the Omega who sat one row ahead. Stiles kept his eyes down on his notations scribbling away— adding in extra for Derek later. He kept his voice low so Mr. Harris didn't try to give him detention for the simple fact that he spoke.
“Are you okay?” the lanky teenager asked in a low voice. Derek had hummed in response. Not good enough.
“Der” Stiles tried again.
Derek let out a raspy breath shifting his head against the desk to peak towards Stiles, the brunette doing the same— side-eyeing the werewolf. The omega looked like hell, his tan skin was paler— Stiles couldn't even blame that on the season— the cool air in the room being a reminder of the freezing cold outside that is known as winter.
“ ‘mm fine” he mumbles in response.
Stiles snorts, keeping his eyes on the paper. Bullshit.
“Something funny Mr. Stilinski?” Mr. Harris questions
Stiles glanced up at the teacher with a pen in his mouth— when did he get it there? Stiles glances around the room to see everyone looking at him— facing his attention back on the teacher.
“Uh—” the pen drops from his mouth, making a sound against the table— he looks down then back up real quick to do a one-over when his brain comes to a halt.
“Um… no?”
“Then why did you snort?”
“Cause I farted— what else?” He asked his expression mocking a duh look mixed with ‘are you stupid?’ Look.
Derek made a low strangled sound. Scott covered his mouth while ducking his head. Stiles twisted in his seat to turn and look at Allison who was sitting with Scott and behind Stiles.
“Forgive me Ms. Argent for passing gas, is that nose okay?” Stiles asks dramatically.
Allison pressed her lips together trying her best to hide her smile as she just nodded at Stiles. Stiles smiles brightly, turning back to the teacher. Mr. Harris stares at Stiles then sighs— deciding not to argue with the lanky boy today.
For once.
Now, back to what’s wrong with the sourwolf.
Stiles found out in second period Art what was wrong with his friend.
“Sick? you’re sick. How the—.”
“Breathe Bambi,” Derek declared as his hand moved in strokes on the canvas.
Stiles takes a second or two to breathe and then speak.
“I thought werewolves couldn't get sick?”
“Bitten one can't, born can. We're still Humans Stiles, just grow extra hair on a full moon” Derek spoke in a low tone.
Was— did he— did Derek unintentionally make a joke to Stiles on the last part? nevermind that he'll go back to that later.
“But how— dude are you—”
“Stiles what are you—” The back of Stiles's hand touches the omega's cheek, Derek's droopy eyes widening a bit at the contact of Stiles's cool skin against his face. Before the sick wolf can even consider leaning into the touch of Stiles' warmth— which he will blame on his sickness— Stiles pulls away.
“Dude— you're cold, you, Derek Hale who is usually built like a real-life heater are cold!” Stiles stresses out, Derek didn't need to look at the lanky teen to see what type of face he was making.
“Take my—”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
“Derek—”
“Stiles.”
“My sweater is better!”
“No, I'm already wearing my leather jacket” Derek declines, pushing down the feeling of accepting the human request— the excuse of Derek wearing his close friend's sweater and smelling his scent for the rest of the day was tempting– but he wasn't going to. He was sick, those little ticks were all a part of his cold.
The want to lean into the cool touch, the want to accept the sweater, the want to be even closer to Stiles and bury his face deep into his friend's neck and take in his scent till his mind is dizzy with the smell of Stiles.
Roasted hazelnuts with the lingering smell of black coffee and medication—Adderall.
“And clearly it's not keeping you warm enough if you caught a cold Derek”
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Which leads to now— they were in third-period gym playing dodgeball, Derek weak on his feet— stubborn and very human Stiles still arguing with the Hale boy over his sweater as balls were being thrown at them.
“Come on—“
“Duck!”
Stiles dodges barely fast enough from the flying ball that hit the wall hard, Derek glares at the culprit that threw the ball— Tyler Johnson.
“Johnson!” He barks picking up one of the red balls that landed by his feet throwing it towards the brunette hitting him in the stomach making the other teen wheeze sinking to his feet, Stiles winches at the site.
“Derek—.” Derek grabs Stiles by the front of his shirt yanking him towards himself— making the lanky human not get hit by a ball.
“Stiles focus—.”
“Take my sweater and I will!”
“Stiles it’s cold outside-.”
“I’ll wear your leather jacket— just take the damn sweater you stubborn—.”
Bonk!
A ball gently hits Stiles in the head, the pale teen blinks a couple of times. Staring— staring at Derek who had pulled him close to him with a ball in his hand and with enough force hit him in the forehead with it. Stiles looked at the omega as if he committed a crime, his mouth opening and closing— Derek catching a ball before it hit him in the face.
“Did you—“
Derek gives him the famous Hale smirk.
“Got to sit down Stilinski”
Stiles gasp, then looked over to Scott who just shrugged his shoulders.
“You little…”
“Go.”
Was that even allowed!?.
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“I look stupid” Derek mumbled as he tugged at the red fabric that hugged his body, Stiles' sweater was loose but also fitted tight around the werewolf’s sick frame. He wore the cuffs of the sleeves over his palms looking down as the two walked down the hall— Stiles fixing Derek’s leather jacket around his body, patting the pockets filling his curiosity that can sometimes be dangerous.
“You look nice in red sourwolf I don’t see the reason to complain” Stiles says in a tone that can let anyone know he’s not paying attention to his words.
“That’s not— not that pocket Stiles”
Stiles stops his hand barely above the chest pocket looking at Derek while they walked down the hallway as the last bell rang.
“What’s in it?”
“Just don’t touch it”
Stiles nods moving his hand away shoving them in the pockets walking in silence.
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“You can’t come Stiles” Derek hisses towards the teenager, Stiles scoffs at his friend ripping his metal baseball back from Derek— who so rudely took it from him— “I’m coming weather you like it or not!, we’re a team! The grouch and the spaz team!!. Did you forget? We’re a package deal like Scott and I!” Stiles fought back.
“Stiles why can’t you-”
“Listen for once?. Why do you think?. You’re my friend! And you don’t know me as well as you think you do, if your little werewolf ass thinks I’m just gonna sit by and watch you get hurt!!”
Derek Doesn’t Like Pranks [Young!Sterek]
Stiles is 17 as Der is 16
Pre-Relationship [Not Dating Yet]
Mention of Blood
Drabble.
A/N: I genuinely think Derek actually doesn’t like pranks though.
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Derek who’s hugging Stiles hiding his face in the crook of the other teens neck. Stiles gently rubs Derek’s back trying to ignore the pain he felt from how hard Derek was hugging him.
“Come on Sourwolf… it was funny.” Stiles tries to poke a little fun at. Feeling guilty, Derek grip gets tighter popping a knot in the center of Stiles back— a grunt leaving him.
Derek mumbles against Stiles skin, his breath tickling him. To anyone else they wouldn’t have understood what the Teen wolf was saying but luckily Stiles speaks Mumble, especially when it comes to Derek.
‘No it wasn’t.’
Stiles stays quiet for awhile— then sighs.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you would’ve—“
“I didn’t” Derek grits out.
Stiles did a prank for Halloween, Stiles was currently covered fake blood and gashes all over his skin. His completion pale from makeup.
Stupid special effects.
Long story short. Stiles pretended to be dead on the floor after he had called Derek telling him he had something cool to show him.
Stiles has gotten better at his special effect makeup and Derek reaction showed it— a little too well. Stiles won’t tell anyone. But seeing tears in the young werewolves eyes broke him, and the way his voice sounded hurt and furious fucked with stiles more.
Derek wasn’t one of many faces but that face is one he rather not see again as cliché as that sounds.
You Look Like Shit {Young!Sterek}
“You look like shit” was the first thing Derek said once he made it to Stiles hospital room, the pale lanky teen arm wrapped in a sling his other hand using the remote. Judging by the voices he seemed to be watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians.
“Thanks Der, you try getting hit by a truck and see how fast your healing factor is.”
High Stiles
A/N: Small Drabble of my Baby
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“Death sounds sweet” Stiles says high off of anesthesia, Scott and Derek side eye each other.
“Stop making him the bait” Derek says with a withering glare, not happy with the whelp.
“I didn’t use him as bait I would never do that!!.” Scott defends himself, Derek raises a brow.
“Oh?, then where the hell were you when Stiles was being chased by that Beta?.” Derek bit. Scott face twisted into a pout of anger.
“You were supposed to be paying attention!!!.” The omega snapped getting the V between his brows.
“Hey, hey hey!~.” A very high and broken leg Stiles said trying to catch the attention of his two beautiful friends. The wolves face their attention of him.
“No fighting- okay? No fighting over the great Stilinski, hehe~ I know I’m very handsome. Look at this winning smile.” Stiles slurs not being able to keep his Bambi eyes open as her gives a very lazy smile that tickles Derek a weird way. The Omega and Beta stare at their human friend for a bit.
Scott smiles like a exited puppy at his bestfriend, Derek rolls his eyes as if he’s annoyed looking off to the side, cracking a tiny tiny smile.
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