Sterek Week 2015
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“Come on, Derek” Stiles pouted. “Please”.
“No”.
“Please, please, please” Stiles insisted.
“No”.
“But why not?” Stiles pounced himself onto Derek's side of the couch. “Please?”.
Derek looked at Stiles' face, painted with moles and freckles, his big bright hazel eyes looking into his own. He looked back, lowering his glasses and rising his expressive eyebrows, giving him an asking gaze.
“Really?” Derek asked. “Stiles, I'm trying to read”.
“But you can do that any other time!” Stiles made a face. “Come on, I wanna hear you, please”.Series
- Part 1 of Sterek Week 2015
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“Mr. Hale, I have your publicist on the fourth line” Stiles said as he rushed inside that tiny room.
Derek was lying on the couch, holding his classical Fender Stratocaster on his lap, his right hand resting on the body of the guitar as his left hand randomly pressed the strings. He was wearing his usual ragged jeans, black boots and one of his Metallica t-shirts, the 'Ride the Lightning' one, in fact. His face was blank, looking dazed at the ceiling.Series
- Part 2 of Sterek Week 2015
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They were carelessly happy in the woods, just being with each other, laughing, kissing, but then, something had to fuck it up.
The unmistakable sound of an arrow cutting the thin air, getting close to them.
"Hunters".Series
- Part 3 of Sterek Week 2015
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“Mieczyslaw, what are you doing?”
“Drawing my new best friend” he simply answered, making a face.
“He doesn't look like Scott, who's this, sweetheart?” Claudia approached his son, who was on the dining room table, looking at the papers and crayons splattered all over the whole table. Stiles looked away from his drawings to met his mother's eyes.
“That's because it's not Scott, mommy” Stiles giggled. “It's Wolfie” he whispered as he turned back to his drawing.Series
- Part 4 of Sterek Week 2015
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Stiles rushed inside the big Dothraki tent and his world stopped moving right there. His eyes darted between Derek and the little hairy bun on his lap. Derek was playing with her, smiling as she catched one of Derek's fingers in her little fist. Derek looked up and his gaze landed on him, his smile fading into a thin line. Their eyes met and Stiles was confused, a mix of sadness and glee going through his veins.
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- Part 5 of Sterek Week 2015
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“So close, no matter how far” Stiles started to say, gaining a strange look from Derek. He wasn't willing to lose this opportunity, not when Derek had been away for more than he said at the beginning. Stiles needed to do this. He had to be strong and tell him. He couldn't lose more time with it.
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- Part 6 of Sterek Week 2015
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“I'm not going anywhere” Derek growled. “Not dressed like this”.
“Come on, Derek, today is the only day when you can dress as whatever you want and no one will give a fuck about it” Stiles said, amused, looking at his boyfriend's ass and bitting his lower lip.
“I agreed to go out with you to Lydia's party, but I don't remember agreeing to this” he was looking his reflection in the mirror, he grimaced and cursed under his breath.
“Details” Stiles smirked.Series
- Part 7 of Sterek Week 2015