Happy Holidays @redtintedhale!!

Snow Business

“What do you think about sexy Santa?”

Stiles dropped down into the seat next to Derek at the lunch table, immediately stuffing a fry into his mouth.  His knee bumped against Derek’s, sitting as close as possible, and it was familiar now but still sent a thrill through Derek every time.  Not that he’d tell him; Stiles was always smug at how gone on him Derek was, he didn’t need another reason to gloat.

“Oh, yeah,” Derek replied mildly, turning the page in his book. “Santa definitely does it for me.”

happy holidays to ohmymockingjay! i'm sorry this is so late i hope you like it! <3

You’re A Gamer? Who Knew.

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey

Summary: “Looking for anything specific?”

“No.”

“Oh, uh, alright, well, if you need anything let me know.”

“Sure.”

…

(Or, the one where Stiles is a Gamestop store clerk and Derek can’t find Far Cry 3.)

*** *** ***

Derek was done.

Finished.

Completed.

Through.

Ended.

Thru.

He had classes tomorrow. He had to be up early tomorrow. All he wanted was to find Far Cry 3, go back to his apartment, play it a little, and then study before going to bed.

At least, that was his plan at 6h30.

9h00pm rolled in before he knew it and he still hadn’t found the game. This was the fifth video game store he’s visiting. Fifth.

Grumbling under his breath, Derek stepped into GameStop, the large video game store close to his apartment. He told himself that if he didn’t find it here, he was simply giving up—however, this store was huge. He was going to search through it multiple times and he was going to find it, goddammit.

It was after he had visited the first isle over five times that a familiar voice stopped him.

“Can I help you with anything?”

When he turned around to see the owner of the familiar voice, his face dropped.Stiles Stilinski.

“Woah, Derek? Derek Hale? What the hell are you doing at GameStop?”

Great. He just had to come to the store where Stiles worked.

Stiles had two classes with Derek; they shared two History courses and one Chemistry course together. He was the kid who always talked too loud and always picked a fight with the teacher. He was also the one that nearly blew up the chemistry lab. Derek was surprised he hadn’t been removed from that class yet.

“I’m just looking around.”

“You? You’re actually looking for a game? You’re a gamer?”

“Somewhat.”

“Huh. Who knew.” Derek turned to glare at Stiles, who raised his arms in surrender. “Sorry dude, you just don’t look like the type.”

“I didn’t know you had to look like the type to be a gamer.”

“That’s not—nevermind. Looking for anything specific?”

“No.”

“Oh, uh, alright, well, if you need anything, let me know.”

“Sure.”

Realizing that Derek was probably not in the mood for some company, Stiles nodded awkwardly before going to help out another customer. Derek rolled his eyes when he nearly tripped on his way there.

It felt like it had been ten minutes when Stiles was back.

“What,” Derek snapped, his eyes on the game in front of him.

“Chill, dude, I just came to tell you that, uh, it’s 9h30,” Stiles spoke. Derek frowned, shrugging a shoulder.

“So?” Derek snapped, attempting to wave Stiles off but Stiles just crossed his arms in front of him. That’s when Derek realized that he had his coat on, a bag slung over his shoulder, and the key in his hand.

“Sooooo, the store closed at 9h. It always closes at 9h on Sundays. I have classes tomorrow, and so do you—by the way—so I kind of, sort of, need to leave?” Derek’s eyes slightly widened. He had completely lost track of time. He hadn’t noticed that it had been over an hour since he had walked around, desperately looking for this stupid game.

“I’ll be on my way out then,” Derek muttered, turning around and stalking towards the door. He had taken a few steps towards his car when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He grunted, turning back to Stiles once more. He had his full dose of Stilinski for the day.

“What game were you looking for?” Stiles asked. Derek rolled his eyes, shrugging a shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, turning back around to head to his car when Stiles stopped him with his voice once more.

“I could help you out.” Sighing, he turned around, telling Stiles the game he was looking for. Stiles smiled, his eyes twinkling in the darkness. Dammit. Stop looking at his eyes.

“I have that game at home! Dude, why didn’t you say anything? I can bring it to you tomorrow during Chemistry if you want,” Stiles suggested, a hopeful smile on his face. Despite how annoyed he was with Stiles, he still accepted Stiles’ offer. They parted ways immediately after Derek accepted the game.

Derek hopped into his car, his heart torn. He didn’t like Stiles. He was the most annoying kid on the planet, but he did feel bad for the guy. All he had was Lydia, who could surprisingly stand him, and Derek had been so harsh towards him. He didn’t deserve that.

Derek was ready to turn around and go apologize to Stiles, but he was already out of sight. Oh well. Derek was going to apologize tomorrow.

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The next day, he sat anxiously in Chemistry class. He was pretty sure there were still bags under his eyes; he hadn’t gotten much sleep. He had just been debating with himself ever since he left Stiles the night before.

He was debating with himself all night. He swore he really couldn’t stand Stiles, but on second hand, he felt bad. He felt even shitter by the fact that he had been so rude to him yesterday. He made it his number one priority to apologize to him once he arrived, but he barely got a word in when Stiles arrived when Stiles started speaking.

“Dude, I swear to God, if you even scratch the CD or damage the case in some way, I will kill you, slowly, and painfully,” Stiles specified, dropping the CD in front of Derek. “Oh, and pick your endings carefully.” Before Derek could even apologize, Stiles had run off to a table near the middle of the room, not too far from his own. He sat down next to a red-haired girl, who he then recognized as Lydia. He was going to turn away when he saw Lydia peck Stiles’ lips, a small grin on her face. Stiles was beaming when they pulled away.

Derek turned back to the front of the class, shaking off the weird feeling he was getting in his stomach. He hated this kid. There was no way he could be jealous.

That night, Derek didn’t study. He completed the entire game. Obviously, he had picked the wrong ending.

&&&

“You have my ga—”

“I have to do the other ending,” Derek said quickly, stopping Stiles mid-sentence. Stiles smirked, knowing exactly what Derek had done wrong.

“You picked the wrong ending, didn’t you?” Stiles smirked, crossing his arms. Derek groaned, putting a hand in his hands.

“I was up all night playing the game, and he… I can’t believe that happened. I thought I picked the good ending!”

“Obviously you didn’t. I’m guessing you’re going to play again tonight, to do the alternate ending? I should come over, that’d be a laugh,” Stiles chuckled, before turning around and heading towards Lydia once again. Derek froze.Stiles wanted to come over?

He wasn’t sure if he should ask if Stiles was serious or just let it be. He couldn’t shake off the feeling however, that he was doing a mistake though.

During their lunch break, Derek decided to go see Stiles. As they got into an engaged conversation about the game, Derek subtly slipped in the mention of Lydia, but Stiles cleared up that they really were just friends and that Lydia pecked his lips because Stiles was in fact gay and it wouldn’t mean anything, and Lydia already had an eye on someone, which made butterflies erupt in Derek’s stomach since Stiles had basically cleared up that he was single. Derek also took that time to apologize to Stiles about his rude behavior the other day, which Stiles brushed off, claiming it happened to him on a daily basis. Derek most definitely felt bad.

That’s how Stiles ended up at Derek’s house that night, cuddled in the blankets with a bag of chips in his lap and a couple of boxes of pizzas piled everywhere around Derek’s dorm room, with Stiles yelling at Derek, telling him what to do while Derek played that alternate ending of Far Cry 3.

The next morning, Derek dropped Stiles off at school. Derek had a free period, but Stiles had a period in the morning. Derek was ready to say goodbye when Stiles cut him off.

“Hey, uh, this is going to be weird, but, uh, I’m buying Far Cry 4 tonight, and I was thinking maybe you could come over, and we could, not play together, but like, alternate or something? I play, then you play, you know. Rotation and stuff. I could buy a bunch of pizza and junk food. If you want though, you don’t have to,” Stiles rambled. Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I want to,” Derek said, giving Stiles a cheeky smile. Stiles’ eyes automatically lit up.

“Seriously?” Stiles asked, his mouth wide open. Derek nodded happily.

“Seriously.”

Stiles grinned, leaving over and pecking Derek’s cheek before stepping out of the Camaro and heading towards the building his first course was in.

Derek couldn’t drop the smile that was on his face for nearly an hour.

Kinda sloppy but the idea sounded better in my head aha. Hope you enjoyed either way! x ~Secret Santa

happy holidays to lily dylan--nobrien! :)

Sterek Fanmix

|i bet my life  on you ~ sterek fanmix|

Happy holidays, swagitsune!

for my secret santa, the wonderful and super sweet dana (wckdlsgood)!!!!!

enjoy this super dopey sterek christmas ficlet with the whole pack together at last :) happy holidays! xox

Derek wakes up on the morning of December 24th to the sound of a loud crash coming from the kitchen. He squints at the clock on the bedside table: 7:02 am. He lets his arm fall to the right of him, hoping to come into contact with his boyfriend’s torso. Instead, it hits the cold mattress.

Jesus, Stiles, Derek thinks. What now.

He slips out from under the 4 blankets Stiles insists on having on the bed and searches the floor for his sweatpants. He finds them just outside the bedroom door, where Stiles must have thrown them last night in a haste to get them off.

Derek wanders into the kitchen to find Stiles in nothing but one of Derek’s old shirts, sitting on the floor, surrounded by pots and pans of all varieties and a mess of what looks like flour and sugar. Derek doesn’t say anything for a second, just takes in the sight of it all. If there’s one  good thing Derek has learned from his life of pain, it’s that you need to savor the little moments; the good ones. Hold them close to your heart and never let them go. Every second with Stiles was like that. God, he’s beautiful, Derek thinks to himself.

Just then, Stiles looks up and notices the shirtless man standing in the doorway, watching him.

“Hey, dork,” he says. Derek rolls his eyes but blushes and lets a small smile creep onto his face.

“Why the hell are you up so early?” Derek asks. “And what are you doing?”

“I’m making cookies… well, I’m trying to,” Stiles says, looking defeated. He stands up to walk over to Derek, giving him a good view of his unclothed lower half. “It’s a family tradition.”

“Ok, but why 7 am?” Derek asks as he wraps his arms around Stiles and pulls him in close, they’re oppositely covered halves meshing as well as they do.

“I don’t know, that’s just the way we’ve always done it. With my mom and without her. 7 am on December 24th in cookie baking time. Don’t you have any family traditions?”

Derek doesn’t respond, just makes a sour face.

“Fuck, oh shit, I’m sorry,” Stiles says, stepping back and out of Derek’s grip. “I honestly don’t know where that came from, I’m so—”

“It’s fine,” Derek responds, coming closer to Stiles.

“No, it’s not. This is our first Christmas in our new place and in our new relationship and I just wanted to make it special but I can’t fucking bake for shit and I made you do the face and—”

“Charlie Brown.”

“Mmmm, sorry?” Stiles asks, pulling a confused face.

“The Charlie Brown Christmas Special,” Derek clarifies. “We used to watch it. My family. And my parents would wear the ugliest sweaters…”

“Alright,” Stiles speaks softly, smiles sweetly. “Charlie Brown and ugly sweaters it is.”

  *****

Everyone arrives by 5 that evening: first being Jackson and Lydia, followed by Allison and Scott, then Danny, and finally Cora, Isaac, Erica and Boyd all rolling in together last. Derek doesn’t even notice the pattern until he see’s Erica in a butt-ugly, bright red sweater with green tassels. It’s then that he realizes it; everyone’s wearing ugly sweaters.

He pulls Stiles aside from the living room where everyone was seated and cozy, comfortably chatting about their days.

“Is everyone wearing ugly sweaters for a reason or is it just the new thing?” He asks Stiles.

Stiles’ response is a soft, private smile, a wink and a quiet, “You’re welcome.”

Derek is in awe. Not only because Jackson and Lydia are wearing ugly sweaters, but because Stiles cares so much about him that he went through the trouble of emailing everybody last minute and forcing them into this. Also, Stiles himself is wearing a red and white sweater with deer that’s nice at a first glance, but when you really look at it you see that the 3 deer are fucking each other. Derek just laughs and shakes his head.

“Idiot.”

“You love me,” Stiles says, looking up at him even though they’re practically the same height.

“I do,” Derek replies. “I really do.”

“Kiss!!” Allison shouts from the living room, and eventually everyone is joining in. They both look up to see a mistletoe hanging from the doorway they’re standing under.

“How the hell did that—” Derek starts to say, but is cut off by Stiles’ lips on his. Derek soon forgets his question and soon after that forgets everything else as Stiles’ lips melt into his own. Nothing else exists as they stand there, wrapped so close around each other they can barely breathe. It’s when Stiles shoves his tongue down Derek’s throat that the people they seemed to forget about start to get upset. Maybe even start to throw things.

Derek simply picks up Jackson’s shoe and throws it back while Stiles mutters, “It’s Allison’s fault.”

  *****

Four hours later, everyone is collapsing on the couch after the Christmas dinner that Allison, Danny and Boyd so beautifully prepared.

“Wow, great meal, hun,” Scott says, kissing Allison on the cheek.

“Yeah, fantastic job, hun,” Erica mocks Scott, while kissing Boyd on his cheek.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Isaac declares. “We all agree, amazing meal, we’re all sick to our stomachs. Now, let’s just shut up and watch a movie or something?”

“Good plan, I know just the thing to watch!” Stiles yells a little too loud, popping up from his seat next to Derek on the couch. He grabs the disc from the coffee table and puts it into the DVD player, presses play and takes his seat again.

The movie starts with cartoon snow falling, soft music playing in the background and Cora seems to recognize it right away.

“Oh my god, is this A Charlie Brown Christmas? I haven’t seen this since—”

She turns her head to look at Derek, and they exchange private smiles. They understand. She sits back and puts her head on his shoulder, he squeezes her knee. It feels right. Derek turns his head and kisses Stiles on his temple as a silent thank you. He listens to the content sound of Stiles exhaling. It feels so right. He lets his mind wander to the tiny velvet box tucked away in his sock drawer and how he can’t wait to feel this right for the rest of his life.

Sterek Fanmix

~.go on and tear me apart, i don’t care if you do.~

Happy holidays, swagitsune!

Happy holidays, swagitsune!

Sterek Snow Day for americachavex

"It never snows in Beacon Hills. This is a Christmas miracle Derek."

"Yeah well I’m not wearing that sweater."

"If you want to spend the day with me you have to wear this."

"This…"

"Derek. Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare say this no fit. You have never let me live that down."

"And why should I?" Derek rose an eyebrow. Stiles maybe sharp witted, but every now and then Derek could get him back. "Stiles, I’m not cold. You might be, but I’m warm. I don’t need a sweater."

"Aww but Derek you’d look so cute." Stiles faked a baby voice.

"Shut up Stilinski." Derek playfully shoved Stiles. "I’m always cute and you know it."

"Wow Derek I really misjudged you."

"How so?"

"I didn’t think anyone could be as sarcastic as me."

"Wow. I feel honored." Derek said, sarcasm still heavy on his voice.

……………………………………….

After a bit more sarcasm and jokes later, they headed out to go “play” in the snow. They both laughed as they said they would “play”. They had trouble thinking of what to say instead. Nothing came to mind that wasn’t something sarcastic. But that’s how they liked it, and each other. Stiles had taken to calling Derek the Sass Wolf. He was proud of his werewolf and his growing level of sarcasm. 

They went out to the woods, where Derek said it would be best “because the snow will be untouched, and that’s when it’s the prettiest.”

"Prettiest?"

"You clearly haven’t seen snow in the woods. It’s calming."

Stiles was considering throwing out a remark, but not this time. He could tell by Derek’s voice that he was serious. It took Derek a long time to open up, but when he did, Stiles tried his best to make him feel comfortable with him. 

………………………………

"Derek you weren’t kidding. This is amazing….Now where is the best hill?"

Stiles had brought a sled and planned on finding a steep hill to sled down.

"Up this way." Derek pointed and they walked together in the quiet peaceful woods. 

They stopped at the top of the hill and Stiles placed himself on the sled.

"What am I supposed to do? Watch? Or push you? I can’t fit on that thing."

"Exactly. Now mush."

"Excuse me?"

"You’re a werewolf. Wolf out and run down this hill."

"How exatclty will that be fun for me?"

"It’ll give you chance to run around in the snow and keep me from crashing into a tree."

"Watching you crash into a tree would be pretty funny."

"I’m sure it would. Now mush."

The only reason Derek was hesitant, is that he is still figuring out exactly how his wolf powers work. He’s only done it a few times, and the animal takes over. He’s worried he’ll hurt someone. More importantly he’s worried he’ll hurt Stiles. There is no one around to help if something happens. Stiles is trying to encourage Derek and his hope is, that by doing something fun, Derek will be relaxed and the animal won’t take over. 

"I trust you Derek if that’s what you are worried about."

"I don’t want to hurt you."

"You won’t. Come on. It’ll be fun."

He sighed and before Stiles’ eyes, turned into a wolf.

Stiles was still in awe of just how beautiful Derek is. He’s proud that he is his. 

"Alright Sass Wolf. Mush."

Derek grabbed the rope on the front of the sled between his teeth and began to run down the hill.

He ran as fast as he could. He felt good. Having to concentrate on keeping Stiles safe behind him, kept his head on his shoulders. 

Stiles yelled and threw his hands up in the air, and almost fell off. He laughed and quickly grabbed the sled again. 

As they sped down the hill, the sled neared a tree, and Stiles leaned away from it, causing him and the sled to turn over. There were at the bottom of the hill so all Stiles did was roll into Derek.

Stiles couldn’t breathe because he was laughing so hard. 

Derek immediately became human and ran to see if Stiles was okay.

"See? I knew you could do it."

"Thank you for believing in me."

"I always have." Stiles faked a sniffle.

"Now there is my Stiles. Ruining the moment." Derek laughed and when to go pick up the sled.

As he bent down he felt something cold hit against his butt. He stood up and turned to see Stiles with a nonchalant look plastered to his face. 

HIs grin was gone pretty fast as Derek’s wolf reflexes kicked in, as he hit Stiles right in the face with a snowball.

Then the war began. Stiles was no match for Derek’s speed. 

They threw snowballs at each other until they couldn’t anymore from laughing.

Stiles’ hands and face were beginning to get red from the cold.

Derek took one his cold hands in his and they walked out of the woods.

"Derek ya know. My lips are pretty cold too." 

"Guess I’ll have to fix that won’t I?"

"Guess you will."

Right when he was about to lean in to kiss him, a snowball hit the two of them in their faces.

They whipped around to find Scott standing in the snow with a massive evil grin. 

"Hey guys!! Having a good snow day?!"

Derek and Stiles looked at each other and nodded. 

2 against 1 weren’t very good odds for Scott. 

//Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoyed this! Happy Holidays from your Secret Santa!

Five Times Stiles Tried to Apologize, and One Time He Succeeded

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey

Summary: Derek wasn’t up for this. A simple “no” would have been okay. Why was Stiles suddenly running up his door?

Derek was stubborn. So if he was going to slam a door in Stiles’ face, he would only feel guilty about it later.

…

(Or, the one where Stiles reads the signs wrong and messes up once more.) 

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-5

Derek was used to getting rejected. Actually, that’s not worded right. He was used to just not asking anyone out in fear of getting rejected. So when he finally had the bravery to ask Stiles Stilinski, ruler of Beacon Hills High School and co-captain of the lacrosse team (siding with Scott, Jackson was actually kind enough to give the co-captain spot to Stiles, which is very odd of him since he is never nice, ever) to go to the movies with him, he was most definitely expecting a no. But he got a yes. A yes from the Stiles Stilinski. He couldn’t believe it. He had told his sister, Laura, that night, and she had been the good sister and fangirled with him.

Except the movie date had gone wrong. It had gone so wrong.

When Derek arrived, he noticed that Stiles was crowded by a bunch of people. Stiles wasn’t a celebrity of some sort, so he didn’t understand why he had so many people gathered around him.

It’s when Stiles finally called his name that he caught the faces of the others and realized they were familiar faces. Derek’s face had immediately dropped at the sight of Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore and Danny Mahealani. He stalked over to them and Stiles immediately yanked him by the arm, bringing them into the theatre. He talked and talked and laughed and laughed with Derek and the others, but Derek wasn’t laughing one bit. It felt like Stiles was making fun of him, a secret way of saying, yeah, I brought my friends, did you really think I would come here all alone with you?

It was halfway through the movie when Derek loudly stormed out of the cinema. Stiles wasn’t even sitting next to him and was paying more attention to either the movie or his friends than Derek. Stiles hadn’t even noticed him leave. Not that Derek was surprised, it just stung a little.

So that night, when he received panic texts from Stiles, apologizing repeatedly for not paying attention to him and not noticing when he left, he makes sure to delete them all.

He actually might prefer being single after all.

~.O._.O._.O.~

-4

The second time Stiles tried to apologize, Derek didn’t even hesitate to be rude about it.

Derek was trying everything to forget about the event that had happened the weekend before. He had just come back home from school and he was getting ready to study when a knock interrupted him.

When he went to open the door and saw Stiles standing there with the guiltiest smile on his face, Derek became angry.

It wasn’t Stiles’ first attempt to get his attention. All of the week at school, Stiles always tried to get Derek’s attention. He tried sitting with him in AP Chemistry, which resulted in Derek standing up and sitting somewhere else. Stiles also tried to partner up with him in AP English but Derek partnered up with Greenberg before Stiles could even say hi. That resulted in Derek getting glares from Jackson Whittemore all through History class.

Honestly, Derek wasn’t up for this. A simple “no” would have been okay. Why was Stiles suddenly running up his door? How did Stiles know where he lived anyway?

Derek was stubborn. So when he slammed the door in Stiles’ face, he only felt guilty about it later.

-3

The third time Stiles tried to apologize, Derek thought he was a stalker.

Derek was a social media junkie. He was on Tumblr or Twitter twenty four/seven, making sure to post everything and anything. He had a lot of followers, so that was an advantage. He had actually posted his incident on Tumblr and he got a lot of feedback. Many people told him to forget about the whole debacle and go back to him but others told him he didn’t deserve that kind of stuff and told him to move on to someone else. Derek was most definitely torn.

However, he had only posted on Twitter that he was craving Chinese food at three in the morning. He didn’t expect for the doorbell to ring. He had a fear it was Stiles and he was getting ready to yell at him about how he could have woken up his whole family and scolded him for not being in bed, but he opened the door and no one was standing there.

However, what was sitting there on the welcome carpet was a bag of Chinese food. Derek was baffled. He picked up the bag and saw a note stapled to the bag. He squinted his eyes and read the note. Rolling his eyes, he sat down in the kitchen at three in the morning and devoured his Chinese food. He was flattered and he almost considered forgiving Stiles. Almost.

Sorry if I woke anyone up, but, I heard you needed Chinese. You’re welcome. (I hate Chinese food and restaurants so you should be grateful I even stepped into one.) Stiles x

-2

The fourth time Stiles tried to apologize, it was Derek’s move.

Derek panicked, alright? He felt bad.

So a small incident happened. Back at school, during lunch, Derek was getting his food. He wasn’t looking around him and he hated making eye contact with everyone so as he turned around, he made immediate contact with Stiles’ body, making his tray flip and his Sloppy Joe had decorated Stiles’ entire shirt. Stiles stood there, mouth wide open, arms spread out in shock as Derek’s eyes widened.

“For fuck’s sake, Stiles,” Derek mumbled, grabbing a bunch of napkins and furiously rubbing at Stiles’ shirt. Couldn’t he give me a warning or something,Derek thought before throwing a string of apologies at Stiles. Stiles grabbed Derek’s hand, smiling slightly at him.

“It’s fine, really, I have sweater in my bag. It’s fine. It’s my favorite shirt, but that’s okay!” Stiles smiled, trying to be convincing. He failed.

“Your favorite shirt? That’s not fine! Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Derek mumbled, grabbing more napkins. Stiles stepped away though, shaking his head.

“It’s fine, Derek, it’s my fault, I didn’t tell you I was behind you, okay? It’s all good,” he smiled reassuringly before walking out of the cafeteria, furiously rubbing at his shirt. Derek glanced around at the cafeteria. Not many people were staring at him, but he did glance at Stiles’ table. The entire table had their eyes on Derek. None of them were glaring, in fact, some of them looked sympathetic. However, he spotted Scott and Jackson both glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, stalking towards his own table. Isaac raised an eyebrow at him, and all Derek could do was shake his head, dropping it in his arms. He heard Erica and Boyd try to lift his spirits but he didn’t want to hear it. First he embarrassed himself by inviting Stiles to the movies, and now he spilled his food all over him. Great. Just great.

So Derek did the only thing he thought could make the situation a little better. He went to the mall and found the exact shirt Stiles was wearing just today. He knew that Stiles could just wash the shirt, but his shirt was white and it was now completely stained red. If he tried to bleach it, the logo in the front would be ruined. If he just simply washed it, there would be a remaining red stain there.

Derek felt kind of awkward when he went up to Stiles’ door, since he’s not supposed to know where he lives, but he just looked up the Sheriff’s name in the phonebook and found his address in there.

Eh, no regrets.

When Stiles opened the door, it’s like Derek’s voice had gone. He gripped the West-49 bag tightly in his hands, biting at his lips. Eventually, Stiles spoke up.

“Derek, I—”

“Here,” Derek cut him off, thrusting the bag at Stiles. He was going to leave right after that, but he really did want to see Stiles’ face brighten as he pulled out the shirt. And that, he saw.

“Derek, you didn’t have to—” Stiles started, but Derek interrupted him with a shake of the head.

“Take it. I ruined your favorite shirt because of my stupid Sloppy Joe. So. Sorry, about that,” Derek mumbled.

“This shirt cost so much, Derek. Let me pay you back, at least,” Stiles suggested. Derek shook his head, giving him a small smile.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll see you around,” Derek said, turning to walk back to his car when Stiles calling his name stopped him.

“Look, I know you’re still mad… and I know I messed up, I really did, but can you at least let me explain?” Stiles asked. Derek shook his head, turning back to him.

“There’s nothing to explain, Stiles. You didn’t want to date me, and you made that clear. You don’t need to explain,” Derek shrugged. Stiles shook his head quickly.

“That’s not what happened—”

“I don’t hate you, Stiles,” Derek started. “I’m angry, yes, and I don’t forgive you, and I could have taken ‘no’ for an answer, but I don’t hate you. Now that that’s said, we can just forget all of this ever happened, and you can stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine.” Derek spun on his heel and started walking towards his car, but he could still hear footsteps behind him. He gripped the handle of his door when Stiles stopped him.

“Will you just listen to me? There’s more to this! I didn’t mean to come off as a dick and I know I did, but if you would just listen to me, you would understand!”

Derek stopped, his hand on the handle. He almost turned around and willed Stiles back inside to let him explain, but he shook his head, opening his door.

“So just like that, you don’t like me anymore?” That’s what made Derek slam his door and turn towards Stiles once more.

“I don’t like you anymore? I don’t like you anymore?! Stiles! I like you! I still likeyou! I don’t think I’ll stop liking you anytime soon! Why would I ask you out if I didn’t?! I like you, and—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. This is so stupid,he thought. He stared at Stiles who looked completely taken back by Derek’s small outburst. He let out a chuckle, muttering a small “Never mind, Stiles, I’ll see you around,” before stepping into his car and slamming the door, quickly starting his car and pulling out of Stiles’ driveway before Stiles could even stop him.

-1

The fifth time Stiles tried to apologize, well… it wasn’t exactly Stiles.

“What do you want, Jackson,” Derek asked, rolling his eyes. Jackson didn’t look very happy. He had his arms on his sides with his fists clenched, his eyes shooting daggers.

“We need to talk about Stiles,” he spoke, making Derek groan.

He was over it, after the whole outburst he had at Stiles’ house, he had proceeded to ignoring him and his friends at school. He hung out with Erica, Boyd and Isaac, blocking everyone else. He knew he had hit hard when he realized that Stiles hadn’t even tried to sit with him in class. He had sat in the back, his head turned towards the window. The bags under Stiles’ eyes were barely visible but they were there. At one point during English, Derek turned around to look at glance at him once more, but Stiles was already looking back at him. Derek tried to look away, but… he couldn’t. He just wasn’t able to. Eventually, Stiles glanced down before turning his gaze back to the window.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Derek mumbled, ready to shove the door in Jackson’s face. Jackson blocked the door, stepping inside.

“Last time I checked, you and Stiles didn’t even get along. In fact, I’ve never heard you refer to him as ‘Stiles’ since you always say ‘Stilinski’, so what is this? Are you going to tell me that you have a secret crush on him? Are you going to tell me that I can’t have him because he belongs to you? That’s fine. Go ahead, see if I care,” Derek snapped, lying through his teeth. That whole statement was a pile of lies.

Despite the red tips of Jackson’s ears, he chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I don’t have anything with Stiles. I guess I can just… stand him right now. He’s being quiet, and I know you’re the main cause for it,” Jackson snapped, crossing his arms.

“I didn’t do anything. I was the one that was rejected so stop making him look like the victim,” Derek growled, ready to shove Jackson out the door when Jackson spoke again.

“Okay, yes, it’s true! It’s true, we ruined your date with Stiles, but that was because Stiles asked us to. That’s not the point though, he only did that to protect his own public humiliation because he was sure that you were kidding, that you were going to humiliate him like you’ve done to everyone else who has asked you out. He was scared because he really likes you and you won’t let him explain. It’s funny, at the beginning of this week, he was always fidgeting, he was confident on the fact that he was going to get you to listen to him. Today though, he arrives this morning, giving us small smiles. He hasn’t spoken all day except for the casual ‘yeah’, ‘sure’, ‘cool’, and ‘ok’. I was actually able to get a ‘yes’ and a ‘no’, and he didn’t fight back against my insults. That must obviously mean something?! You did something that completely discouraged him. I don’t know what it is but you win, so are you happy now?”

Derek was shocked. He didn’t know he had affected Stiles that much. He was sure Stiles didn’t like him which was why he was being so cold towards him and his friends but… Jackson sounded like he wasn’t lying?

“Look,” Jackson breathed, his face and voice softening. He dropped a hand on Derek’s shoulder, looking at him square in the eye. “Just… hear him out, okay? He has a lot to say that you haven’t heard. Hopefully, you manage to forgive him because… just… talk to him. Okay?” Jackson smiled, punching Derek in the shoulder before stepping out the door. As much as Derek was (very) confused over Jackson’s change in mood, he was more confused about what he meant with Stiles. Maybe he should hear him out. Maybe he should give him a chance to talk.

Monday. He’s going to give himself a break during the weekend to think things over and relax. He’ll talk to Stiles on Monday.

+1

The final time Stiles tried to apologize, well, let’s just say he wasn’t… completely there.

Cora was out. Laura was out. Uncle Peter was out. His parents were returning back from their three-day romantic getaway (it was their anniversary and Derek felt generous) in a few days. That meant the house was quiet. It was a peaceful quiet.

It was at three in the morning, when Derek was still unable to sleep, that he heard the doorbell ring multiple times.

Grumbling under his breath, he ripped off the covers from his feet and stormed down the stairs, swinging the door open. His eyes widened when he finally processed who was standing in front of him. Derek couldn’t even get a word in before he started talking.

“Hi, you don’t know me and I don’t know you but I’m in need of advice? I’m Stiles by the way. That’s not my real name. That’s just my nickname. I go by Stiles. Stiles is easier than saying my full name. My full name’s too long. It’s polish. Yeah, I know, that’s weird but it was my parents’ idea to name me after my grandfather and now I look back and it’s actually kind of weird, isn’t it? A polish name. But yeah, Stiles seems easier and somewhat remotely close to my name so. Yeah. Just call me Stiles.”

Derek was shell-shocked. He caught the whiff of alcohol from Stiles’ breath and automatically knew he was drunk, which would explain the rambling and the inability to figure out that he had just walked all the way to Derek’s without knowing he was at Derek’s.

“Stiles, what the hell. You need rest, I’m bringing you to sleep, right now,” Derek mumbled, dragging Stiles to his couch. Stiles tried to fight Derek off but he refused to let go. Hopefully he would remember this tomorrow. That case Stiles would scold himself instead of Derek having to do it for him.

Once Stiles was finally laid down and Derek had gone to go get him a glass of water, Stiles downed the water quickly before turning towards Derek.

“Stranger? H-how do you manage to, to, to, uh…” Stiles started, his frown getting deeper. “Damnit, I forgot.”

Derek rolled his eyes, eyeing Stiles. “You needed advice.”

“Oh, oh yeah!” Stiles exclaimed, realization reaching his face. “Yeah, okay, so I have this problem and I really need you to hear me out, okay? This is crucial and I really need help with this desperately.” Once Derek nodded he barely could understand the word vomit coming from Stiles’ mouth.

“So there’s this guy, he goes to my school, he’s a senior, and yes I’m a junior even though you didn’t ask. You know. Anyways, he usually doesn’t date people. He really doesn’t. He doesn’t seem like a relationship type, you know what I’m saying? Like, there’re those guys that are big and nice and hot and he’s definitely one of them but he never dates anyone, he’s constantly rejecting people. It discouraged me, it really did. That’s why I forced myself to stop liking him. I didn’t stop, but, I tried, at least. But now, now, he asked me on a date and I said yes but then I thought it was all a scam to humiliate me, because anyone he rejected before would leave really angry or crying. I-I invited all my friends to come to the date too because I thought he would do the same, but,but, but then he arrives alone and broody and I realize I’ve fucked up, but, but I don’t do anything. He left the date, he, he left and I didn’t, I didn’t even notice. No wonder he’s mad at me. I just, for the past two weeks I’ve been trying to get him to understand that it was a misunderstanding because I really do like him, damn I’ve liked him since the second grade when he played violin like a boss during the show and tell. I’ve messed up, though. How, how do I fix it? You can help me out, right?”

Derek sat there, staring at Stiles. Stiles liked him.

Derek slowly leaned in, getting closer to Stiles. He was aware of what he was doing, and he hoped that Stiles would react like he wanted to.

When Stiles scrambled away, eyes widened, Derek couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in his belly. He really liked him.

“Dude, I, uh, I may be drunk, but I’m not stupid. Look, you’re probably attractive, you know? You probably are, my vision is blurry as hell so I can’t tell, and you probably kiss very well, but, uh, I really like Derek? I’m still trying to get him, so, uh, yeah, I’m not really into kissing right now. Sorry.”

Derek held back the urge to kiss him there and then. That’s exactly what he wanted to hear. He tucked Stiles into a blanket, telling him to go to sleep.

“Wait! You didn’t tell me what to do!” Stiles yelled when Derek stood up. Derek smiled at him, running a hand through his hair.

“Ask me that tomorrow.”

Despite the confused look on Stiles face, he nodded, stopping him one more time. “Hey, I, uh, I was supposed to give him something today? But I backed out and went to get drunk instead, but, uh, you think you could come with me, tomorrow? Help me out, give me a pep talk in the car? I’m going to try again tomorrow.”

Smiling, Derek nodded. “Will do.”

“Thanks man.”

Derek couldn’t stop smiling even when he was in bed.

Derek rushed downstairs the next morning. After nearly tripping over his sweatpants while trying to pull them on, he glanced one more time at himself in the mirror before heading into the kitchen. He caught Stiles sitting on the island, his head bowed, his hands clasped and his hands moving against each other nervously. When Derek cleared his throat, Stiles turned to look at him, his eyes lighting up.

Before Stiles could get a word in, the front door slammed open, and an unstable Cora stumbled in, bags under her eyes.

“Woah,” Derek muttered, holding her steady. Cora shoved him off, rolling her eyes.

“I’m fine, Derek. I just need some rest.” Derek frowned. Rest? She had slept over at Erica’s. She was supposed to have slept.

“I thought you slept over at Erica’s?” Derek asked, crossing his arms.

“I-I did. We just, slept, late. Like, really late,” Cora mumbled, stalking past Derek and into the kitchen, with Derek straight on her tail. Before Derek could reciprocate, Stiles gasped, pointing a long finger at Cora.

“Woah! I know you!” Derek would have laughed at Cora’s confused expression, but he was sure that Cora had been up to no good last night, which was why he wasn’t in any mood to laugh.

“No, you don’t, I’ve seen you at school a couple of times and that’s it,” Cora grumbled, pulling out the milk from the fridge and taking a huge gulp straight from the jug.

“No, I know, but I mean, I’ve seen you! I saw you, yesterday, at the Jungle, you were with that other girl… Erica! You were with Erica! And Isaac. You and Isaac last night, by the way, damn! If I didn’t have the hots for someone else I would have joined in.”

Derek glared at Cora as her cheeks reddened a panicked look on her face.

Derek was going to kill Erica.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or else I would have told Laura, and Laura would have told Uncle Peter, and Uncle Peter would have told Mom and Dad. Now go get your rest and I’ll make you tea when you wake up.”

Grumbling under her breath, Cora muttered a thank you before she stalked up the stairs to her room and slammed the door behind you. Derek finally turned to Stiles, who was smiling sheepishly at Derek.

“I meant you, by the way. I totally have the hots for you,” Stiles stated, waving towards Derek. Derek chuckled, looking down at his feet.

“Look,” Stiles started, and when Derek looked up, Stiles had stood up and was making his way towards him. “I-I don’t know if I ended up explaining what actually happened or not, but, I really just feel that all that needs to be said is… I really like you, Derek. I do. I like you, a lot, and I know I ruined it, but I’m telling you that I just… I’d like to start over. I want to try this again. I, uh, I’m sorry for barging in yesterday, by the way. That wasn’t meant to happen. Anyways. You know where I live. I’ll give you time to think it over.” Stiles stalked over to the living room, grabbing his jacket that he must have removed at the middle of the night.

“Stiles,” Derek spoke as Stiles started making his way towards the door. Stiles turned to look at him, a frown on his face. Derek smiled, making his way towards Stiles. Stiles’ frown slowly started leaving his face, a small smile replacing it. Once Derek was close enough, he spoke.

“What was it you were going to give me?” Stiles’ eyes widened as he pulled out two little papers from his jacket pocket. Derek eventually realized they were movie tickets.

“I thought we could maybe go to the movies again? Try our date thing one more time?” Stiles smiled nervously, waving the tickets in the air.

“What are we still waiting for?” Stiles grumbled under his breath, shivering as he wrapped his arms around Derek’s waist sideways and placed his head inside Derek’s shoulder. Derek wrapped one arm around Stiles’ shoulders, a smirk on his face.

“I just, want to enjoy the fresh air, is all.”

“But Derekkkkk,” Stiles whined. “We’re probably missing the trailers right now. Plus, it’s freezing! I want to go—”

“Yo, Derek!” Both Stiles and Derek’s heads turned towards where the voice came from. Stiles immediately released Derek when he saw who was stalking towards them. He crossed his arms, glaring at Derek who was giving him a sheepish smile.

“Now we’re even?” Derek shrugged, smirking as Erica, Isaac and Boyd made their way towards them.

“Stiles? I had no idea you would be here!” Erica exclaimed, smiling at Stiles. Stiles shook his head, grumbling under his breath.

“Hurry up, we’re missing the trailers,” Boyd grumbled, making Stiles throw his arms up.

“That’s what I said! Now I know why we were waiting outside,” Stiles snapped, glaring at Derek once more. Isaac chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, deal with it, you’re the one that did the same thing to him. You deserve it,” Isaac stated. Stiles snapped his head at Isaac, shooting daggers with his eyes.

“Shut up, I totally know about you and Cora. I saw you guys at Jungle. What were you guys doing at a gay club anyways?”

“There are no other clubs in town!” Isaac reciprocated, his cheeks reddening.

“Mhmm,” Stiles muttered under his breath, cuddling up against Derek despite his slight anger towards him. He did deserve it, but Stiles thought he was getting fooled which is why he did what he did.

“I hate you,” Stiles grumbled, aiming that at Derek. Derek sighed happily, wrapping his arm around Stiles’ shoulder once more and planting a kiss on his temple, the largest smile on his face.

“No you don’t,” Derek chuckled. “You love me.”

Yeah, Stiles thought as the group made their way inside the theatre. Yeah, I think I do.

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