"cowboy derek and stiles things" what like the hale family owns a farm and derek grew up milking the cows and feeding the chickens and aerating the field and generally looking like a sweaty, golden tan /god/ when stiles watches him ride by on a horse
Sheep wrangling shouldn’t be so sexy, but Stiles generally stumbles and falls and nearly dies due to the distraction of it if he catches a glimpse of Derek Hale. Because the Stilinski land is on the border of the Hales property but since Claudia passed and the Sheriff was Sheriff, the Hales more or less bought up a lot of the land and took care of it, and it really was hell to live so close to someone like Derek, at least in Stiles opinion. Of course, there would be some big situation that would go down, like cattle missing or something and a big storm, and Stiles wanting to help out and getting lost on the land and Derek finding him, in the middle of the night/storm, but Stiles isn’t about being the “Damsel in Distress” so he rolls his eyes and walks away from Derek and his stupid horse and stupid biceps determined to find his own way back.
and stiles being so frustrated (sexually - its a given) that Derek can pull off hard labor like he was born to do it.
It’s not fair, Stiles wants it to be known that he in no way signed up for the special kind of torture that is Derek driving the tractor around the Hale property while wearing a backwards baseball cap.
Stiles is at least 89% sure that Derek isn’t suppose to be real, he was probably misplaced somewhere along the line and is ACTUALLY meant to be on some Sandra Hill book cover holding a damsel in distress while naked. Not riding up to Stiles on horse back while it’s raining.
That shit is unhealthy, and honestly- cliche as hell. Stiles is sure that if the see-through blue shirt clinging to Derek’s torso doesn’t kill him, the pneumonia the BOTH of them are sure to get from the rain will eventually claim his virgin ass.
He’s pretty sure it says something about him that his libido seems to stretch to and solely revolve around Derek Hale in threadbare jeans and a faded, tight t-shirt (do the hales ever buy new clothes for their children? or do they insist on recycling the same clothes year after year. he’s seen Laura and Cora strutting around the property, he’s genuinely concerned that their boobs can’t breath inside those tight shirts) as he plays catch with his dog out in the wheat field behind the barn.
His only saving grace is that when Derek comes over to his house to deliver a pie that Talia made, he seems just as flustered as Stiles.
And of fucking course this is Stiles’ life, because of course, at that stupid 4th of July party that the Hales throw, there is Derek, in dark wash jeans, that didn’t look like they had spent more time covered in dirt than not covered in dirt.
And he’s got this light blue button up, that really should be illegal, Stiles really should find his father and have him arrest Derek for wearing something like that in public, the poor innocent bystanders, of which Stiles means himself because he chokes on a bite of rhubarb pie when he catches sight of Derek, and that stupid cowboy hat. He spends the next five minutes coughing while Laura Hale laughs somewhere behind him.
But of fucking course, Derek had to pull out the nice clothing, for the big bbq and shendig. And then there is that moment when his father and Scott rope him into a square dance, one way way too close to Derek and his sisters and god forbid that Stiles have enough luck for the next moment not to turn to that stupid cliche song to start playing and those are definately Scott’s hands on his back basically pushing him into Derek, and there is a stammered ask to dance, at least Stiles thinks he hears one before he’s suddenly in Derek’s arms and cursing the cliched life that he’s living, and the fact that he had dared even tell Scott about his ‘crush’ on Derek “I Make Farmer’s Tans Hot” Hale.
…but he doesn’t complain later when Derek, in a very cliched manner, kisses him in the Hale barn and he goes home with hay in his hair.
oh gOD SHUT /UP/
STUPID COWBOYS IN LOVE
And they’d totally just stumble around each other whenever they’re in a thirty foot vicinity, and everyone would just tease the crap outta them because it’s /so obvious that they wanna get all up on each other and groove to sweet country music in the back of Derek’s pick-up/
AND I BET SOMETIMES DEREK CATCHES STILES STARING AT HIM FROM ACROSS THE FIELD
OR STILES CATCHES DEREK WATCHING HIM FROM HIS PROPERTY AS WELL
and both of them are such clueless dumbs that they just blush furiously and stumble clumsily and it’s so /endearing/ to the both of them when it’s not THEM that’s stumbling and blushing.
And maybe they grew up living next door to each other, and sometimes Stiles and Derek go hang out by the rope swing they used to swing on when they were little, the rope swing that has a plank of wood at the bottom and is tied to the top of the barn.
And maybe there’s a hay pile positioned in the corner so that they can jump off and land in it whenever they swing on it, and maybe that’s how they end up in the hay because they don’t hang out as much as they used to as kids, and maybe they miss that. they miss /each other/
especially since they went a few years apart when Derek went off boarding school when he reached highschool.
and it was a total surprise to the both of them when Derek got back and Stiles wasn’t /a foot shorter than him/
he didn’t have the same old buzzcut that always made him look younger than he reallly was, his hair is longer now and thicker and Derek is /positive/ Stiles’ hair would be an /awesome/ place to rest his fingers in. Or possibly grip and pull back so that he can expose that beautiful expanse of neck Derek is /sure/ wasn’t as tempting before he went to college.
And Stiles is broad now too, still lithe and lean but has shoulders and arms that can pull and hoard horses into corrals without even breaking a sweat.
And Derek had always been stupidly cute as a kid, bunny teeth and too big of eyes for his heart shaped face.
His face is the /farthest thing/ from heart shaped now, though, all sharp edges and pronounced jaw lines, high cheek bones and thick eyebrows that frame his impossible eyes almost /perfectly/
and maybe the two of them have always sorta loved each other, but now there’s this infatuation and itching burning under their skin whenever they come together for the weekly dinners Talia insists Stiles and his father have to come to.