TW Not!Fic - Sterek Superman AU

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Another not!fic from the Tumblr files. Originally posted here.

wolveshowlatnight asked: I just had a thought I thought I share for general enjoyment, what with Hoechlin being Superman and all, Sterek au where Derek and Stiles are together/getting together, Stiles is a huge Batman fan and Derek is secretly Superman and concerned about coming out to his boyfriend about it because Stiles does not seem to care about Superman at all. Okay, I said Derek’s “concerned” but what I actually meant was that he’s fretting.

OMG you have no idea how much I love this. I went on a somewhat-similar ramble on Twitter a week or so ago, but yeah, I absolutely LOVE this.

I love the idea of Stiles having no idea that Derek’s Superman, and he just keeps talking nonstop about how awesome Batman is and how cool it is that he goes up against bad guys with nothing but his suit and his guts (“And several million dollars’ worth of weapons,” Derek always grumbles).

And maybe he starts getting a little insecure? Like Stiles isn’t really that impressed by Superman but will spend hours deconstructing Batman’s fights and talking about how he’s such a great detective, and Derek gets to thinking that maybe Stiles would be happier with someone else? Not Batman, obviously (because Boyd has a Thing with the sexy Catwoman), but someone who’s maybe a little edgier than nerdy reporter Derek Hale or Superman.

So Derek makes the decision to tell Stiles who he really is, and then set him free so he can find someone who fits him better.

So. He makes dinner AND dessert, lights candles and everything, and the whole time Stiles is like “are you sure I didn’t forget an anniversary?” and Derek’s like “No, you didn’t, I just need to talk to you.”

And Stiles goes, “…what?”

And then Derek takes a deep breath, sets his glasses aside, and says, “I’m Superman.”

Stiles freezes.

Derek shakily keeps going, talks about how he got to Metropolis and such, and finally says, “And I know you aren’t…I know you don’t particularly like Superman, and so I just wanted to let you know so that…if you wanted to find someone else—”

Stiles finally flails out of his frozen state and shouts, “Wait, WHAT?”

And Derek’s like, “I know you don’t like Superman—”

And Stiles is just like “Why the hell would you think that?!”

“Because you spend all your time talking about Batman?”

And then Stiles is like “Oh my God did you make a romantic dinner to break up with me? I thought you were proposing, you stupid fucker!”

Derek’s just absolutely flabbergasted. “What, really?”

“Yes, really!” Stiles yells. “You were gonna propose, I was gonna say yes, and then we were gonna have really great lovemaking sex, and instead you’re sitting here telling me you’re Superman and trying to break up with me?”

“No!” Derek shoots to his feet because he absolutely doesn’t want to break up. “No, I mean, I am Superman, but you don’t like Superman and I just wanted to give you the chance to…to be with someone you really liked.”

And Stiles just goes “You self-sacrificing idiot, I really like you” and kisses him.

And maybe they talk a little between kisses, but also maybe they really jump straight to the really great lovemaking sex Stiles had hoped for.

And it’s nearly two in the morning when Derek remembers what Stiles said and turns over to ask, “Would you marry me?”

“Are you asking hypothetically or for real?” Stiles says.

Derek thinks for a minute, and then admits, “For real.”

“Yes, hypothetically and for real,” Stiles says, and he pulls Derek’s arm tight around him and promptly falls asleep.