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Europeans when they found “new” land

Wise men say

by ElisAttack

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Christmas Presents, Fluff and Smut, Fanart, Barista Derek, New York City, Established Relationship Summary:

The one where there’s Coney Island, presents, and snuggles by the fire.

Or a Gift of the Magi AU

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Simply stunning artwork as only you can do. <3

omg, I’m blushing so hard right now, ima hug you

thanks, sweetie! You just made my day!

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Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

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-We are not in the pool anymore

Just saw Teen Wolf.

2 hours holding.

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Stiles, how about you just never question Derek ever again?

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93. “I believe in you.” + restaurant AU + first kiss

Stiles locks himself into the pantry and presses his forehead against the cool metal edge of the shelf, sighing in frustration. He can’t believe it. It’s the night of his first ever major restaurant review and two of his chefs haven’t come in to work, Allison is on maternity leave and he’s a waitress short because Erica has twisted her ankle badly. It’s going to be an absolute disaster. There’s no way that Lydia Martin, yes, the Lydia Martin, food journalist extraordinaire, will ever give him the brilliant review he’s been hoping for. Damn it, he’s been working for this night the whole year! Perfecting dishes, training chefs, making sure the menu is aesthetically appealing, he’s done it all.

He kicks the shelf in anger and is rewarded by four cans of tinned tomatoes falling onto his foot. “Ow!” he calls out in pain, hopping away from the shelf and sinking down onto a pile of flour bags in the corner. He cradles his head in his hands and closes his eyes. He might as well just give up now, he thinks. There’s no way he’ll get customers after an unfavourable review from Lydia Martin and an unfavourable review is clearly what’s going to happen.

“Uh, Stiles?” a voice calls out as the door cracks open a few inches. Stiles looks up in surprise; he’d locked the pantry door, hadn’t he?

“Scott sent me,” it’s Derek. He’s one of Stiles’ oldest employees; Stiles thinks he hired him just a few hours after he hired Scott. Derek is an amazing chef and Stiles loves to flirt with him and watch him blush red under all the scruff. Stiles won’t deny it; he’s had many a fantasy where he and Derek get locked into the pantry together and do, uh, things. But right now, he’s feeling too angry and upset to even think about any of those fantasies.

Derek walks into the pantry and shuts the door behind him. He’s carrying two covered plates which he sets down on a nearby shelf and then bends over to pick up the tins of tomatoes that Stiles had left on the floor. Stiles stares at him.

“I locked the door,” he says, rasing an eyebrow. Derek turns to him and gives him one of his rare, kind of shy smiles.

“Scott had a masterkey,” he explains, coming to sit on a bag of flour next to Stiles.

“I should’ve known,” Stiles mutters, shaking his head.

“Martin’s gonna be here in three hours, do you really want to spend all that time in here, sulking?” Derek asks, poking Stiles on the arm.

“Sulking?!” Stiles exclaims. “You tell me how I’m supposed to impress Lydia frickin Martin with only two out of the four best chefs I have and my most competent waitress not being able to be here because of a twisted ankle!”

Derek just stares at him calmly. “Did you call Isaac and Jackson again?” he asks.

“I called Isaac a million times, he’s not picking up his phone and Jackson picked up on the sixth try but said he couldn’t come because of a family emergency,” Stiles says, getting up to pace the room, running his fingers through his hair. “With Isaac and Jackson not here, there’s no way I’ll be able to serve Lydia Martin the full seven course meal I had planned!”

“Okay, first of all, calm down,” Derek stands up too. He walks towards Stiles and stills his anxious pacing by placing both of his hands on Stiles’ arms. “Take a deep breath,” he instructs. Stiles looks at him warily but then does as he says. Instantly he feels a tiny bit better. At least he can breathe properly now.

“Now listen to me,” Derek shakes him a little until he looks at him. “I believe in you,” Derek says carefully and slowly. “You can do this. You’re the most talented chef I have ever met and you’re very smart. I know you can do this.”

Stiles swallows as he looks at Derek’s intent face. There’s just something about the way he’s saying it all; like he really, truly means it, that Stiles begins to feel like, maybe, he can actually do it.

“I’ve seen you whip up amazing dishes in under five minutes, I’ve seen you manage full houses without breaking a sweat. Feeding Lydia Martin a great meal is nothing,” Derek grins, pulling his hands away and taking a little step back. “You just have to think a little differently.”

Stiles frowns, wondering what he’s doing as Derek turns away from him and reaches for the two plates he put on the shelf when he first came in. “I made these two courses. They’re not what you planned but maybe they could be a quick alternate?” He uncovers the plates and offers Stiles a fork and a spoon.

“Derek,” Stiles looks at him, eyes wide as he takes a bite of each dish. “These are amazing,” he licks the spoon to prove his point. He feels like hugging Derek but Derek’s holding two plates.

“Thanks,” Derek ducks his head and puts the plates back on the shelf. “Also, um, my sister, Cora? She’s waitressed before. I could call her to ask her if she can step in for tonight?”

Stiles can’t help it. He skips the hug and goes straight in for a kiss, smashing their mouths together. Their teeth clash and it’s the worst first kiss anyone could have asked for but they’re both giggling by the time they pull back.

“That would be wonderful, the, um, Cora thing,” Stiles says, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

“Okay, then, um, I’ll call her,” Derek replies, blushing a little.

“Okay, good, then, uh, we better get going,” Stiles says but there’s a question mark at the end of his words.

“One more kiss? For good luck, maybe,” Derek looks adorably shy as he pushes his glasses up his nose. Stiles grins as he leans in.

“One more for luck.”

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‘we were both late to class and walked into each other in the hall and oh god do you have a concussion? i’m so sorry’ sterek au please if u get time !!

(high school AU, fluff, hurt/comfort Rating: T, Word Count: 478)

Stiles skids around the corner. Shit. Fuck. Harris is going to have his balls.Tripping over his own feet, waving his arms around to regain his balance, herealizes that he wouldn’t put it past the man to really chop off his nuts forbeing late. He’s so screwed. The very least he’s going to get is three weeks ofdetention. His dad is going to kill him. Might be a mercy if Harris really doestake away the family jewels.

Stiles skids around another corner andthen promptly runs into a wall. He flies back, hitting the lockers with a dullthud. The only thing going through his mind while he tries to blink away thestars is that he doesn’t remember there being a wall there.

‘Oh my god. Are you okay? Do you have aconcussion? How many fingers am I holding up?’

Stiles is surprised that the littlestars are talking – and apparently have fingers – before he realizes it’s a personasking him these questions. He blinks a couple more times and the person’s facecomes into focus. It’s Derek. Oh god, he didn’t run into a wall, he ran into Derek.

Derek is kneeling next to him, one handin front of Stiles’ face, and the other… the other is tightly gripping one ofStiles’ hand. Derek’s eyes are wide and his eyebrows are scrunched together inworry. His jaw muscle is jumping like he keeps clenching it.

‘Stiles, can you hear me? Can you talk?’Derek’s voice is a little more shrill than Stiles remembers and the pressure onStiles’ hand increases.

‘Have you always had a twin?’ Stilesasks, squinting.

There’s a sharp intake of breath andDerek’s eyes widen even further.

‘Just kidding,’ Stiles quickly reassureshim. ‘And you’re holding up three fingers.’

Derek’s shoulders sag and the hand infront of Stiles’ face drops to rest on his leg.

‘Asshole. You worried me there for asecond,’ Derek says, lightly resting his forehead against Stiles’. Then hestands up, gathers both his and Stiles’ things and tugs on Stiles’ arms to pullhim up. ‘Come on, I’m taking you to the nurse.’

‘No, Harris is already going to cut offmy balls, I don’t want him to feed them to me because I didn’t show up at all,’Stiles protests.

Derek huffs, wraps his arm aroundStiles’ waist and presses a kiss against the side of his head. ‘Don’t worryI’ll protect your balls. I like them where they are. Besides, it is kind of myfault you’re late.’

‘It’s totally you’re fault. You andyou’re stupidly talented mouth.’

‘I promise me and my stupidly talentedmouth will make it up to you later,’ Derek grins.

Stiles leans a little further into hisboyfriend and lets himself be dragged to the nurse’s office. He’s totallyholding Derek to that.

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Based off this post because LOOK AT THAT CUTE PICTURE.

In which bbywolf!Derek can’t help but kiss bbydeer!Stiles on the cheek because of Stiles’ cuteness (not realizing how much it would affect Stiles and cause Stiles to squeal nonstop for thirty minutes with constant cuddling from Derek).

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In which Derek is an overprotective boyfriend

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I was bored so I did one of those “draw your favorite character in what you’re currently wearing” things.

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The thing is, Stiles is used to walking into Derek’s apartment unannounced, and yeah, he’s used to finding Derek barely clothed and using a doorframe in lieu of a pull-up bar. In fact, if he thinks about it, it’s not as though Stiles hasn’t seen Derek naked, so really, nothing should come as a surprise at this point: this shouldn’t be so difficult for Stiles to process.

But it is.

Because Derek’s wearing a cardigan.

It’s not one of those cotton, v-neck, button-down deals that every eighteen to thirty year old seems to have accumulated over the past year or two - it’s not even a ‘dad’ cardigan: it’s–it’s fuzzy.

And don’t even get Stiles started on the fluffy slipper socks or the fact he’s not wearing pants under the oversized shirt he’s swimming in, because he’s stuck on the cardigan and can’t even begin to process the rest.

The cardigan is fuzzy and warm looking, the sleeves so long and perhaps a little stretched out that one of them has had to be rolled back to reveal Derek’s hand.

Up until now, Derek’s been firmly in the jeans-Henley-and-cotton-socks gang. Maybe slipping on a pair of - sinful - sweatpants or swapping the Henley for a v-neck if he’s feeling adventurous but never–and Stiles would like to stress, never–has he done anything to suggest he’d rather be curled up on his couch in fluffy socks and cardigans.

Because Stiles is pretty sure, abruptly, that he never wants to see Derek in his jeans-and-Henley combo ever again. He comes to this realisation as he meanders across the apartment to flop down onto the other end of the couch (Derek lifts his feet absently and places them back down in Stiles’ lap all without looking up from his book) because this new, comfortable-with-being-comfortable Derek is doing things to him.

Things, Stiles thinks, that Derek might be interested in helping him with, if the coy smirk suddenly playing around Derek’s mouth is anything to go by.