DEREK HALE, monitoring the health of the Preserve by listening carefully to local birdcalls, hears something that displeases him.
Hist! The sparrows are screeching! Can it be that there is something amiss in the northern quadrant????
He fires off a quick text: “Birds upset, might be back late”, before opening up his Audubon app to see if anyone in the local birding community has spotted that rambunctious hawk recently. He grabs his pocket binoculars because he doesn’t have his Alpha vision anymore, and anyway werewolf evolution hasn’t been particularly focused on distinguishing between specific types of songbird plumage.
“you are literally Snow White, avoid apples plz” Stiles texts back.
Derek ignores it and texts Janet, who lives in a retirement home near the lake. “Any hawk sightings lately?” He pulls out a plastic baggie full of trail mix that Stiles had stuffed in his jacket pocket and starts hiking.
“Could you at least pretend enjoy yourself, there are a lot of big packs here that we should try to impress,” Derek muttered to Stiles as they sat through the third, no fourth, speaker of the morning at the U.S. Supernatural Convention.
“You said I had to show up, I even put on a button down for you, but you never said anything about enjoying myself,” Stiles show back, “We’re in New York, there are so many cool bookshops I could be checking out.”
“I’ll buy you any books you want after the event today,” Derek whispered, eyes on Stiles.
“Fine,” Stiles said, sitting up a little straighter, “But I still don’t see why Boyd couldn’t have come with you.”
“You’re my emissary and mate,” Derek said, “I need you here help with treaties and to keep the single wolves away from me.”
“You just want me here for my body,” Stiles said with a smirk, ignoring the looks from people around them, “I get it.”
“Shut up Stiles,” Derek whispered, his ears burning red. He saw Satomi give him an amused look and he started to wonder if he was crazy for thinking Stiles could behave through the three day convention. It was only the first day after all.
“Promise me some mind blowing hotel sex tonight and I’ll be the model emissary,” Stiles whispered right into Derek’s ear, sending chills down his spine. He was in for an interesting week.
#stiles and derek years after the show ends #in their twenties #like- this is what they look like when they find each other #and finally are able to be together
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
Okay but I proposed a pretty woman sterek fic with derek as a rich business man years ago????? Where is the fic????
Hehe I admit I am watching the movie and plotting thINGS because this movie is just A+++ and it reeks of Sterek.
Stiles as Vivian, Derek as Edward. Peter as Stuckey. Erica (?) as Kit. I dunno who I want for Morse, but I kinda can see Deaton as Mr. Thompson? They have the same dignified poker-faced air about them.
Also I AM EMOTIONAL imagining that conversation they have in bed after they fight. Also y’know I keep thinking, there’s the emblematic red dress scene, and I keep imagining Stiles in it, red dress and long white gloves? And I can’t not giggle to myself.
NO ALIS DOB’S RED SUIT!!!! DO YOU REMEMBER THE RED SUIT???!!!?? SOMEONE POST A PIC I’M ON MOBILE!!!!
YOU MEAN
OH MY GOD
I NEED LIKE THIS RIGHT NOW FUCK ME TFUisyduhijsadas90d89ashudiajkf *screaming*
I AM DYING!!!!!!!! DEREK AS THE SEXY, OLDER, BROODING BUSINESSMAN
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