Sterek // One-Shots

lap magnet|§|part 1

Author:         Prairie_Grass
                               Ao3

Additional Tags: Dubious Consent,Mating Bond,SomnophiliaKnotting,Loss of Virginity,characters who are unaware of their actions,five times ficsort ofPost Season 2ish,Minor Isaac Lahey/Scott McCall,the sheriff is a canny dudeand trolling everyone,BAMF Stiles,Accidental Bonding,Self-Lubrication(but no mpreg)

Word's: 30,771
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Summary;

Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.

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Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...
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The first time it happened, they didn't even notice.

Stiles had gone over to Derek's place to give him a loft-warming gift – definitely not to scope the place out to confirm if Derek had finally started living like a person instead of some kind of troglodyte – he even had a gift and a card that said 'Congratulations on having furniture!'Unfortunately, looking at the massive hole in one wall, and seeing the part of town the loft was in, Stiles suspected that there wasn't anyone Derek was paying rent to, so he was still failing on the 'squatting' part of being a functioning member of society, but Derek's bed had throw pillows – so he was definitely moving up in the world.

He'd found Derek with an opened Wifi router box, technology strewn around him and a completely lost expression.

Stiles had laughed for several, perfect minutes before he offered to help.

“Peter and Isaac said we had to get internet,” Derek said defensively. “I've never needed it.” He handed the instruction manual over as if it were soaked in wolfsbane.

Stiles rolled his eyes and tossed the manual to one side. “Yes you have, you just let yourself in through my bedroom window and glare at me until I do it for you. That's not the same thing as 'not needing' the internet. Besides, for all your attempts to be a yeti, you're at least half-human, and no one should have to live without the internet; the mere concept hurts my soul.”

Derek moved around the place restlessly while Stiles hooked everything up, peeking over Stiles' shoulder more than once, but seemingly managing to hold himself back from asking 'are we there yet?' Which Stiles appreciated, even if he would have understood the comedic value.

It was kind of weird. Stiles hadn't actually had that many chances to hang out with Derek that didn't involve life-threatening experiences, or Scott yelling. Or both.

Derek made a strange noise behind him, and Stiles turned.

“What is this?”

“It's a vase,” Stiles said around the network-cable held between his teeth.

“I can see that. Why is it in my house?”

Stiles spat out the cable. “My Mom always said a house wasn't a home without flowers, so I figured it would make a good house-warming gift.”

Derek gave Stiles a flat look. “I'm a werewolf, Stiles,” he said, as if that meant anything at all, and precluded him from things like joy or happiness.

Stiles nodded and plugged the cord in, sitting back in satisfaction as the appropriate lights twinkled at him. He got up and went over to where Derek was staring at the offending vase. He picked it up and went through to the kitchen, sitting it in the middle of the counter.