Derek/Stiles - they have to pretend to be a couplelolryneMarch 14 2012, 18:45:18 UTC
Derek's grandmother (or anyone of his family that didn't die in the fire) comes to pay his grandson a visit, and upon seeing him bickering with Stiles, assumes they're boyfriends. Derek is mortified, but don't want to correct her since she seems so happy about it. Stiles thinks it's freaking hilarious and rolls with it, calling Derek some ridiculous sweet names, cooking him breakfast and snuggling with him when the grandmother's around. Then both realize they could ACTUALLY get used to it if they haven't already, and this is not convenient at all.
+1000 if the grandmother insists to have Stiles sleeping over one night, which ends in the most awkward bed-sharing ever.
FILL: Playing House 1a/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 10:03:47 UTC
For him this story started well after Derek become the Alpha, they all became a rather dysfunctional pack (if he could say so himself) and they learned that one set of Derek's grandparents were still alive and coming for a visit. For him, he was just disgruntled as Derek's red eyes flashed at him from the corner of his darkened room. He cursed loudly and flailed, attempting to get out of bed and put some more distance between them because damnit you don't sneak up on someone sleeping and do that to them, but he only ended up crashing to the floor with his blankets tangled all around him. When he finally extricated himself from the boa constrictor blankets and stood up, Derek was leaning back against the wall looking faintly amused and more than a little irritated. Stiles' eyebrows drew together and he opened his mouth to say something he was sure was going to be witty when Derek interrupted
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Playing House 1b/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 10:05:22 UTC
Derek looked back up, studying Stiles' face. Stiles realized, belatedly, that he was a bit slack jawed and hurriedly closed his mouth, swallowing and crossing his arms over his bare chest like a barrier. The window was still open, a breeze rolled across his skin and he resisted the urge to shiver. Derek pushed himself off the wall and raised his eyebrows. “She seems really happy about it; I didn't have the heart to tell her no.”
Stiles tried not to gape. Really, he did. He rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. “Of course not.”
Derek was busy fiddling with something on Stiles' desk. He didn't bother to look over at Stiles. Stiles, meanwhile, was trying to figure out just what this meant. Then his stomach dropped. “They're here for the rest of the week, aren't they?”
Now Derek looked up, fixing whatever he'd been playing with and leaving it alone. He didn't bother to give any affirmation, Stiles knew he was right. Instead he leaned back against the wall again, hands in his pockets this time. “I need you to play along
( ... )
Playing House 2a/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 10:07:19 UTC
In the morning, things looked brighter (including his room which didn't have any lurking werewolves in it). He actually found it quite hilarious-he and Derek?-and why would his Grandmother assume that he was gay? Oh man, so many exploitable possibilities. He might have cackled like an evil villain and gotten the strangest look from his Dad over breakfast. He might deny that one, though, for the sake of seeming sane.
School was usual, up until the bell. No, he hadn't mentioned his plans to Scott (who was both trying to deny that he was actually sick and mooning over Allison), but he wanted to keep it all on the DL for now. So he trudged out toward his Jeep, a huge poster board in tow and his normal bag and Lacrosse bag hanging off of his shoulders and pulling him slightly off balance. He opened the back door, threw his stuff in, closed the door and turned toward the driver's seat only to see it.
Why were his fucking tires slashed? Who the fuck would do that to his baby? He got down there to run his fingers over the tears in the
( ... )
Playing House 2b/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 10:08:27 UTC
By the time they pulled into the driveway, Stiles had taken several deep breaths and tried not to be too hostile. He was here to make Derek regret all of this, after all. Then he popped out of the Camaro, bag over his shoulder, and met Derek at the door. A glance to the side told him that the Grandmother in question had pushed the curtains back and was glancing out with a pleasant smile on her face. Nervousness punched him in the gut. How was he supposed to do this?! His hand was shaking and he shoved it into his pants pocket. They could hear his heartbeat, he needed to settle down. A warm hand gripped the back of his neck and for a moment he tensed, expecting claws and a shove against the nearest available vertical surface, but it never came. Instead there was a brush of a very human thumb over his spine and a reassuring squeeze that made him relax slightly and look over at Derek
( ... )
Playing House 3a/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 10:15:03 UTC
He actually started to have fun after that. Laying it on thick with cuddling up to Derek on the couch and calling him all sorts of disgustingly sappy pet names. He was pretty sure that once he was done, Honeybuns was going to stick-the look of pure death that Derek shot at him for that one (behind his Grandmother's back of course) had almost made Stiles giggle because he'd been blushing too. It was just too rich. Except for after a couple days of this Stiles fell into a routine: wake up, go to school, get picked up by Derek (the explanation to the pack was his car was in the shop), spend the afternoon with Derek and his Grandmother (which wasn't so bad, he was learning loads about werewolves-even if some of the things he really felt he didn't need to know), even cooking them dinner and was brought back home by Derek after the sun had gone down.
The problem was that he was alright with this. He could go on living like that for a while and it wasn't just Derek's embarrassment that made him alright with it. He could just see himself
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Playing House 3b/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 10:15:52 UTC
Derek was leveling a look at him that either meant 'do this for me or I'll eat you' or possibly it meant 'come on, you can come up with a better excuse than that'. Stiles' gaze dropped to the floor as he thought. It snapped back up briefly, “We could tell her the truth?”
Derek growled, his teeth bared. Okay, so he was pretty adamant that didn't happen. Got it. Stiles shrugged and turned back around, picking up the chip bowl. “There's always you ripping my arm off and having to go to the hospital for the entire night-though my Dad might kill you for that
( ... )
Playing House 4a/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 11:19:49 UTC
It was bad enough that when Stiles had finished cleaning up the chips from the floor he had gotten several odd looks from Scott and Lydia when he at last reappeared in the back yard. Allison just smiled at him, but she was a doll so he didn't put much stock in it. Jackson ignored him, as per usual. No one said anything, thank God, but the knowing looks that Derek's Grandmother kept giving both him and the Sour Wolf who was keeping his distance and grumbling a lot still set him on edge
( ... )
Playing House 4b/?fotoshop_cutoutMarch 16 2012, 11:24:43 UTC
I hope this goes in the right place. I cringe to think of them out of order. * * * Like he was a robot or something, he moved stiffly around the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the first pair that he found. He changed, trying to be as quick about it as he could. Stiles was trying to make the drawstrings at the waist a little tighter so they would actually stay up when Derek started talking softly. He was staring at the wall with an intense focus, like he was trying not to look at Stiles while he spoke. “You're right.”
First of all-what had happened to the Derek Hale he knew? Secondly, what was he right about? He would have joked about getting this recorded, but he didn't think that his joke would be well received. “What?”
Derek's eyes darted over to him, and then flitted back to the wall. “We should-I should tell her,” He paused, “The truth
( ... )
Re: Playing House 4b/?lolryneMarch 16 2012, 11:50:24 UTC
Yup it works just fine! Just keep replying to the 3b part and they'll line up smoothly :3
gfdjmkfezpofdsfdsklm The sweetness. GAWD. I have no words for how much I like this, seriously you totally MADE MY DAY. They are just adorable, seriously. Stiles being worried over Lydia is great, Derek hesitating to tell his Grandmother the truth for Stiles' sake (nobody will convince me that's not the reason) is even greater. AND THE CUDDLE. Even better than if they had kissed. You, girl, are totally rocking this prompt.
Re: Playing House 3b/?lolryneMarch 16 2012, 11:39:33 UTC
Oh dear Lord ♥ Stiles and Derek are both equally thick, that's amazing. Come oooon you know you want to kiss and cuddle ♥ Also, I kinda love that Stiles still worries than Lydia could have seen that. Very IC, nice touch! ♥
Then both realize they could ACTUALLY get used to it if they haven't already, and this is not convenient at all.
+1000 if the grandmother insists to have Stiles sleeping over one night, which ends in the most awkward bed-sharing ever.
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Stiles tried not to gape. Really, he did. He rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. “Of course not.”
Derek was busy fiddling with something on Stiles' desk. He didn't bother to look over at Stiles. Stiles, meanwhile, was trying to figure out just what this meant. Then his stomach dropped. “They're here for the rest of the week, aren't they?”
Now Derek looked up, fixing whatever he'd been playing with and leaving it alone. He didn't bother to give any affirmation, Stiles knew he was right. Instead he leaned back against the wall again, hands in his pockets this time. “I need you to play along ( ... )
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School was usual, up until the bell. No, he hadn't mentioned his plans to Scott (who was both trying to deny that he was actually sick and mooning over Allison), but he wanted to keep it all on the DL for now. So he trudged out toward his Jeep, a huge poster board in tow and his normal bag and Lacrosse bag hanging off of his shoulders and pulling him slightly off balance. He opened the back door, threw his stuff in, closed the door and turned toward the driver's seat only to see it.
Why were his fucking tires slashed? Who the fuck would do that to his baby? He got down there to run his fingers over the tears in the ( ... )
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The problem was that he was alright with this. He could go on living like that for a while and it wasn't just Derek's embarrassment that made him alright with it. He could just see himself ( ... )
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Derek growled, his teeth bared. Okay, so he was pretty adamant that didn't happen. Got it. Stiles shrugged and turned back around, picking up the chip bowl. “There's always you ripping my arm off and having to go to the hospital for the entire night-though my Dad might kill you for that ( ... )
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Like he was a robot or something, he moved stiffly around the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out the first pair that he found. He changed, trying to be as quick about it as he could. Stiles was trying to make the drawstrings at the waist a little tighter so they would actually stay up when Derek started talking softly. He was staring at the wall with an intense focus, like he was trying not to look at Stiles while he spoke. “You're right.”
First of all-what had happened to the Derek Hale he knew? Secondly, what was he right about? He would have joked about getting this recorded, but he didn't think that his joke would be well received. “What?”
Derek's eyes darted over to him, and then flitted back to the wall. “We should-I should tell her,” He paused, “The truth ( ... )
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The sweetness. GAWD. I have no words for how much I like this, seriously you totally MADE MY DAY. They are just adorable, seriously. Stiles being worried over Lydia is great, Derek hesitating to tell his Grandmother the truth for Stiles' sake (nobody will convince me that's not the reason) is even greater.
AND THE CUDDLE. Even better than if they had kissed. You, girl, are totally rocking this prompt.
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Also, I kinda love that Stiles still worries than Lydia could have seen that. Very IC, nice touch! ♥
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