Sterek Everlasting: A Sterek Magazine
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Stiles currently has no kitchen, while Derek does. Stiles can't prepare himself proper, nutritious meals, but Derek can.
Derek thinks of Stiles and feels the need to keep him healthy. After all, he is a responsible landlord—and an alpha. It's in an alpha's nature to provide.
A plan quickly forms in Derek's head. Now, all he needs is a pumpkin. And Tupperware.---
Derek Hale dislikes people, but his new neighbor Stiles is the exception to this rule. Instead of flirting with Stiles and asking him out like a typical guy would, Derek devises his own unique method of courting. It involves pumpkins and an apron, and nothing can go wrong. Or can it?
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i can tell that we're gonna be (boy)friends by Beerwolves, PalenDrome (nerdherderette)
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
29 Nov 2025
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Stiles is a senior at Beacon Hills High. Now that his former best friend Scott and Allison Argent are officially a Thing™, he has extra time on his hands. Thankfully, he's got his job at the public library. It's his little sanctuary—one that gets disrupted when Derek Hale, golden-boy quarterback and the captain of Beacon Hill High's football and basketball teams, ends up volunteering there as well.
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Unlikely friends, almost-lovers, or a secret third thing*?
*Anchors
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I owe Sam all the Starbursts in the world for betaing this for me. Love you long time 🖤🖤🖤
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Derek nodded once, reaching for it, all while reminding himself over and over again in his head to thank him with the pun. This was it, this was the moment for him. Stiles would realize he’d understood the pun from yesterday, and would laugh, and Derek would feel relieved, and everything would be great.
His hand closed around the cup and he said, “Thanks for the latte.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
Stiles looked startled, eyes dipping down to the drink Derek was now holding, and then back up. “Sorry, did you—I thought you wanted a coffee, did you want a latte?”
“No.” Derek turned his back on him and walked away, resisting the urge to just head straight back to his car to drive off a cliff.
Thanks a latte! The fucking pun was thanks a latte! Not thanks for the latte! Fuck! How had he messed it up so fucking badly?! It was three words!
“That went well,” Boyd said, catching up with him. Derek just reached out to punch him hard in the arm without even looking.
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Stiles squinted as he looked into the sky, snowflakes falling around him. It was the chillest night of the year, but not quite yet Christmas in Beacon Hills. He stuck his tongue out and tried to catch snowflakes, even though he logically knew that they were likely full of pollution. He could never really shut down that part of his brain, so it nagged him in the back of his mind as he failed to catch snowflakes anyway.
He heard a chuckle behind him and it sent warmth radiating through his body, from head to toe.