Stiles Stilinski + Derek Hale

in my dreams

A/N: Y'all i'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow and i'm not excited.

Of all of the AUs in this book so far, which is your favorite, and why?

Stiles had been to this cafe nearly every day since starting college, but he had never seen such a hot barista, and Stiles considered himself an expert in finding hot baristas. In fact, he practically had a Ph.D. in it.

Before him was the hottest man Stiles had ever seen: Derek, according to his name tag. He was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome with an extra splash of brooding.

Stiles stood in the line, with Scott trailing behind him, trying to decide on his order while simultaneously ogling Derek.

He glanced between the menu and Derek's calculating face, watching as Derek grew more and more frustrated with the several complicated orders that he had gotten in a row. Stiles liked to admire the crease that formed between Derek's eyebrows.

Derek had good eyebrows.

~

Stiles imagined bringing Derek breakfast in bed on his birthday. Creeping up the stairs while trying to balance the wooden tray with an assortment of typical breakfast foods. For some odd reason, Derek seemed like the person to hate his own birthday, so Stiles would ignore the snarl on Derek's face when presenting him with a tray of decently made eggs and bacon. Instead, he would plant the tray on Derek's lap along with a kiss on his cheek.

Stiles would crawl back under the covers and press himself against Derek's side, sneaking a bite of bacon while Derek was poking at the yogurt with blueberries.

The corner of Derek's mouth would poke up, but he would quickly cover it with a growl in an attempt to hide his happiness.

Stiles would swat at Derek's hand as he reached to retrieve the strip of bacon halfway into Stiles's mouth.

"I thought it was my bacon," Derek would say, raising an eyebrow.

"I made it," Stiles would retort while shoving the rest of the piece in his mouth, "Plus sharing is caring."

Derek would roll his eyes and proceed to pick at his Greek yogurt, ignoring the kiss pressed by Stiles on his temple.

"Happy Birthday, babe."

~

Stiles imagined moving in with Derek, the two of them carrying boxes into a house that Stiles pictured being in the middle of the woods. It would be close enough to the city so that they wouldn't have to take long trips for basic needs like work or groceries, but far enough so that they wouldn't have to worry about nosy neighbors.

They'd take turns carrying boxes and placing them in the front entrance of the house, quickly checking the labels of each box so that they knew where to put them later. As they passed each other to return to the moving truck they'd rented, Stiles would press a sneaky kiss on Derek's cheek and cackle as they flushed red.

Stiles would struggle to carry in a box of various kitchen appliances while Derek strode past him, carrying two other boxes with ease. It would be frustrating but Stiles would just smile in remembrance of how much he loved him. They were finally moving in together, after all.

After finally moving all of the boxes into the living room floor, Stiles would forget his weariness to make out with Derek on the couch they'd picked out together in Ikea.

~

For some unknown reason, Stiles pictured Derek's mother to be the kindest and sweetest woman. He pictured her to be similar to his own mother, which made Stiles a bit sad.