[fic] family reunion ; teen wolf, derek/stiles
family reunion. teen wolf. derek/stiles. g. 300. ao3.
"you could at least pretend like you can stand being around me."
notes: for a
multifandomdrabble treat.
“You could at least pretend like you can stand being around me,” Stiles hisses.
“Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re supposed to be my boyfriend?”
Derek smiles at him. “Anyone you were dating would look annoyed with you at some point. That’s just a nonstarter.”
“Asshole,” Stiles says, but he can’t exactly disagree.
“Stiles! Language,” a voice comes from behind him and Stiles freezes, then slowly turns around.
“Grandma!”
Grandma ignores Stiles entirely, too busy inspecting Derek. “And who is this?”
Derek blushes. “Derek Hale, ma’am,” he says, slipping on the charm like that damn leather jacket he used to wear constantly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Well, of course, it is,” Grandma laughs. “I’m a goddamn delight!”
“Language,” Stiles says but they both ignore him.
“As are you. Where has Stiles been hiding you?”
“In the basement,” Derek jokes. “I think he was embarrassed of me,” he shrugs, putting on a bashful act that only Stiles knows is complete and utter bullshit.
Grandma looks Derek up and down then looks Stiles up and down and raises her eyebrow, as if Derek should be embarrassed of him. “Hey!” Stiles exclaims, offended.
“Oh, calm down, dear. I’m only joking. Now, let me get a picture of the two of you,” she takes out her iPad and points it at them.
Derek wraps his arm around Stiles’ waist and tugs him to his side. Stiles hates to admit it but he smells just as good as he’s always imagined. “Smile,” Derek mumbles in his ear.
“I hate you,” Stiles says, beaming at the camera.
“Love you too, babe,” the words are facetious but Stiles' face heats up all the same.
“So, when are you two going to settle down and make this official?”
“That’s it! I need a drink.”
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"you could at least pretend like you can stand being around me."
notes: for a
multifandomdrabble treat.
“You could at least pretend like you can stand being around me,” Stiles hisses.
“Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’re supposed to be my boyfriend?”
Derek smiles at him. “Anyone you were dating would look annoyed with you at some point. That’s just a nonstarter.”
“Asshole,” Stiles says, but he can’t exactly disagree.
“Stiles! Language,” a voice comes from behind him and Stiles freezes, then slowly turns around.
“Grandma!”
Grandma ignores Stiles entirely, too busy inspecting Derek. “And who is this?”
Derek blushes. “Derek Hale, ma’am,” he says, slipping on the charm like that damn leather jacket he used to wear constantly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Well, of course, it is,” Grandma laughs. “I’m a goddamn delight!”
“Language,” Stiles says but they both ignore him.
“As are you. Where has Stiles been hiding you?”
“In the basement,” Derek jokes. “I think he was embarrassed of me,” he shrugs, putting on a bashful act that only Stiles knows is complete and utter bullshit.
Grandma looks Derek up and down then looks Stiles up and down and raises her eyebrow, as if Derek should be embarrassed of him. “Hey!” Stiles exclaims, offended.
“Oh, calm down, dear. I’m only joking. Now, let me get a picture of the two of you,” she takes out her iPad and points it at them.
Derek wraps his arm around Stiles’ waist and tugs him to his side. Stiles hates to admit it but he smells just as good as he’s always imagined. “Smile,” Derek mumbles in his ear.
“I hate you,” Stiles says, beaming at the camera.
“Love you too, babe,” the words are facetious but Stiles' face heats up all the same.
“So, when are you two going to settle down and make this official?”
“That’s it! I need a drink.”
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