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Sterek One Shots- This Is Us

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This Is Us by VerityFrancesB

Who cooks normally?

Stiles likes cooking, he knows it's not particularly masculine but he likes it. Plus he had to do it after his mom died to make sure his dad actually ate something that wasn't dripping in grease every now and then. But he likes it, is the point, and he's pretty darn good at it too, if the noises that the pack makes whenever he pulls out a tray of cookies or another lasagne are anything to go by. Of course Derek tries to hide the fact he appreciates a home cooked meal, but Stiles knows him well enough by now that the slight twitch in his lips is him trying not to smile.

How often do they fight?

"I guess it's kinda like foreplay," Erica pipes up from the couch and Stiles pauses in his tirade aimed at Derek, his finger poking Derek in the chest as he calls him a controlling bastard.

"What?" They both ask at the same time.

"Foreplay," Erica reiterates, and then she's slinking off through the door way, hauling Boyd with her and Stiles forgets what he's angry about. They do argue all the time, fight and bicker and fling angry words. Derek likes to protect Stiles until Stiles feels like he's suffocating and Stiles has a habit of ignoring everything Derek says and getting himself hurt.

"I think she has a point," Stiles mutters right before Derek crowds him into the hard wood of the door frame and kisses him hard.

Yup, she definitely has a point.

What do they do when they're away from each other?

"He's been pining," Isaac whispers to Stiles as he gives him a hug hello. Stiles has been gone for a week and has missed Derek like a limb. Derek's scowling at him from across the kitchen but the scowl is more of a 'I'm not letting you out of my bedroom for three days' scowl rather than a 'I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth' scowl. He growls at Isaac and Isaac grins, pats Stiles on the shoulder and slinks out of the kitchen. Derek's on him in a second.

"Missed you too," Stiles mutters as Derek's thumbs press into the skin just above his hip bones and his tongue licks at his favourite spot behind Stiles's ear.

"Upstairs," Derek growls and Stiles wants to hit him with a witty come back but he's been miserable without Derek.

True to his scowl, Derek doesn't let him out of his sight for three days.

Nicknames for each other?

"How come you don't call me nicknames?" Stiles asks, his fingers tracing spirals over Derek's chest. It rumbles under his fingers and Derek's hand curls around Stiles's.

"Because Stiles is your name," he mutters, bringing Stiles's hand up to his mouth and nipping at pad of his thumb.

"Yeah but..." Stiles trails off as Derek pulls his whole thumb into the warm wet heat of his mouth, "I call you all sorts of things." Derek raises an eyebrow and how he manages to look superior with Stiles's thumb in his mouth, Stiles will never know. He releases it with a pop.

"Controlling Bastard has to be my favourite," he mutters, closing his eyes again and Stiles pokes him hard between the ribs.

"I called you that once, and you were controlling...and a bastard," Stiles protests as Derek lets a growl rumble through his chest and manages to spin them both as Stiles lets out a strangled cry of surprise.