"Finally." I said to myself, sitting on my couch and fishing for the remote between the couch cushions. This was my first day off in a week, and I was beyond exhausted. A day of doing absolutely nothing sounded like Heaven on earth.
"Game of Thrones or Riverdale?" I scrolled through the TV guide, finally deciding on Riverdale. I grabbed my popcorn, and covered myself in numerous amounts of blankets.
Three hours of Riverdale and two bags of popcorn later, I felt myself start to doze off. I fought to keep my eyes open, wanting to see the ending of the episode. "Fuck it." I said, lowering the volume and getting comfortable on the couch. I closed my eyes, and felt my stomach growl. I sighed. "Really? Now?"
It let out another rumble. "No. I'm tired."
I sat in silence, trying to fall asleep, but my stomach kept on growling, distracting me from the task at hand. "Shut up or I'll make you."
Should I just go get food? I thought to myself. This is why I shouldn't live alone.
My doorbell rang, knocking me out of my angry trance. I groaned, and got up to answer it as my stomach let out another growl. "I swear to God."
I opened the door, revealing Derek in a dark blue v-neck, and grey sweatpants. He was holding a brown bag in his hand, and wearing a nervous smile on his face. "Hi."
"Hi." I returned, a smile slowly appearing on my face.
"I was uh-" he ran his hand through his hair. "I was kind of bored at home and I was hungry so I figured you would be too and I was going to text but I wanted to surprise you so I brought food. This is creepy isn't it? Would you tell me if it was? I mean I don't want-"
"Derek!" I laughed.
He held up the paper bag. "I brought tacos."
"You truly know the way to my heart."
He laughed. "Can I come in?"
I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in. "As long as I get a taco."
"No Stiles, I brought them over to eat in front of you and not let you have any."
"I don't appreciate sass."

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Props To The Chef (Sterek)
FanfictionStiles Stilinski, fresh out of Culinary School, just got his dream job. A personal chef. When he gets hired to cook for a wealthy elderly couple in Beacon Hills, he has no idea he will meet their hot, sweet, sculpted like a god grandson.