Sterek one shots

Anything i can (to make you happy)

Derek settled the blankets and the pillows over the previously brought in comfy comforter, and crawled out to see how it looked.

It all started when, during one of his daily Skype calls with Stiles, his boyfriend had mentioned seeing in a movie a bunch of kids making a pillow fort.

"My mom used to make one for me every time she'd see me sad..." he'd said with a small, nostalgic smile. "I miss them." he'd added distractedly. "I miss mom." He'd said, more quietly. And Derek knew he hadn't been supposed to hear that.

So, in that moment his mind had been already made up, thinking up how and where to make one for Stiles.

After the call, he'd spent pretty much all the night, looking up pretty pictures of pillow forts and adding details to his idea of a perfect one to build, so that he could make his boyfriend happy for when he would come back from college and stay with Derek.

Derek had wanted to go pick him up, saying that the four hours' drive to Stiles' college weren't an issue, but Stiles had called him a sappy goober and said that there was no way in hell he would abandon his baby – meaning the Jeep – even if it meant kissing his sexy boyfriend against his sexy car –meaning the Camaro – so Derek was supposed to wait at the sheriff's for his return.

He didn't mind, really. John Stilinski had taken a great liking to Derek after a careful period of observation of Stiles and his relationship. It had taken a couple of life and death situations, Derek's firm and constant presence in Stiles' life, and Stiles' testimonials that Derek made him truly happy. After that, the sheriff had stopped casually polishing his firearm in front of Derek, and started inviting him to dinner or for a beer of his own volition.

Derek arrived at the Stilinski's half an hour before Stiles was supposed to turn up; he parked beside the sheriff's cruiser and tried and failed to not smile too much, because he would finally get to hug Stiles again.

The sheriff must've been in a similar good mood, too, because he opened the front door as soon as Derek got out the car, and greeted him with a big smile and a cheery, "hello, son," to which Derek replied with a matching beaming smile and nod.

If there was one trait that the sheriff had and that Derek found immensely soothing, was John's quiet nature. He was steady and level-headed, always knew when to push and when to leave it be, and Derek felt oddly comforted whenever he called him 'son', which was quiet the norm these days.

The spent most of their time together talking about Stiles – with proud looks on their faces – or baseball, or the occasional supernatural situation or simply enjoying the company of someone that understood the sentiment, whenever something important happened in Stiles' life.

The rattle of Stiles old jeep, finally caught Derek's attention and he was out of the house in seconds, waiting as his boyfriend pulled in and parked on the other side of the cruiser. Derek had missed him way too much to try and pretend that Stiles' coming back didn't please him as much as it did, so he didn't hesitate to swoop him in a hug and bury his face in his neck to nuzzle as much exposed skin as he could get away with – considering the sheriff was probably watching from the threshold.

Stiles laughed, delightedly – obviously pleased with the attention and hugged him as fiercely. "I missed you so much, sourwolf. You?"

Derek hid the content smile that sprung from the use of his stupid nickname, kissing the back of Stiles' neck before letting go of him and taking a step back. "I dunno the quiet was nice for a change." He snarked, still with a small smile.

It made Stiles grin wider. "Sure, sure," he patted Derek's chest as he stepped him aside to go to his dad. "Pretend that you didn't brood over the lack of my babbly voice to fill your monotonous and boring days all you want, but I know the truth." He winked, over his shoulder before going to hug his dad.