A.N Sorry these are late they ended up being a lot longer than I thought (Both of them together equals 14 pages and the 2nd one isn't done yet). Here is my holiday gift to you guys. I want to thank Wolflover1989 for this prompt. (Sorry it doesn't get Stereky till the end).

Prompt 1: INSPIRED BY THIS PICTURE: fs71/i/2012/350/4/9/sterek_sleepover_by_

The whole pack gets together for Thanksgiving but Stiles doesn't want to face Derek because of his feelings for the sourwolf, but what Stiles doesn't know is that the sourwolf has harbored the same feelings. Anywho, maybe them finding out they love each other mutually and just have a fantastic thanksgiving meal with Stiles doing the cooking.

Stiles was a big fan of Thanksgiving. His mother had loved the holiday, spending weeks before the actual event planning how she was going to find enough oven space to cook everything. He remembered trailing after his mother with dishes in hand as they went over to their neighbors homes to borrow their ovens. His mother would plan how they would lay the dishes in the oven for "maximum cooking efficiency". It was all very secret agent like, "sneaking" into their neighbors homes, drawing out plans for the oven, and scrambling to make sure there was enough room on the table for all the food.

However, since her death he and his dad had been settling for a nice meal where they sat together and remembered how the food had been so much better when it was homemade. They usually just bought a turkey and had some microwavable sweet potatoes. His dad would crack open a beer, and Stiles would bring out a homemade pie. It was sad really not having many people to cook for. His mother used to invite lonely or homeless people to have Thanksgiving with them, but his dad was unable to converse with other people like Claudia did.

When Scott suggested that they have a Pack Thanksgiving Stiles was thrilled. He gathered together all his recipe books that his mother left, and he started planning what he was going to make. Scott had decided beforehand that they would celebrate at Stiles' house since he had the largest table. They were planning on inviting everyone: Lydia, Alison, Chris (even though Scott was still scared of him), Erika, Boyd, Issac, Scott, Jackson (although Stiles really tried to avoid his name), Mrs. McCall, and Stiles' dad. It hadn't even crossed Stiles' mind that Derek would be invited until Scott brought it up.

"Hey Stiles Derek is wondering if he needs to bring anything to Thanksgiving. He feels bad that you are determined to cook everything." Stiles froze with his hand still rolling out the dough for the pies he was going to prepare the next day. Stiles put the rolling pin down and faced Scott.

"Derek is coming?" He asked apprehensively. Now don't misunderstand, Stiles had nothing against the sourwolf. In fact it was the complete opposite. He was smitten with the tall, brooding man for reasons he couldn't really understand. There was just something about Derek that Stiles was drawn to, and while being pressed up against walls by the muscular Greek god was probably a factor, something about the man's serious face and caring nature just made Stiles want to stand by his side.

"Well of course Stiles. It's his pack. I know he's a recluse, but even Derek Hale isn't going to miss out on a Stilinski Thanksgiving." Scott said as he moved some dishes out of the fridge to make room for more things. "Plus I think it would be good for him to get out of that shithole he's living in and actually bond with the pack. Don't you agree?"

"Well-well yeah I mean that's great but-"

"I promise that I will kick him out if he disses your cooking."

Scott didn't pick up on his friend's distress as he piled meals on top of each other to bring to his fridge. "I'll also make sure mom doesn't mess up the sticky notes directions for tomorrow. I'll be sure everything comes out perfectly. See you at dinner tomorrow." Scott weaseled his way out the door, and Stiles felt his heart drop at the sound of the door closing.

Stiles was already nervous about dinner. It had been years since he had even thought about this food, even longer since he had helped to make it. With news of Derek's impending arrival the next day Stiles did the one thing that he knew would relax him. He cooked.

The next day Stiles was so caught up in preparations for that night that he didn't have time to think about Derek or the rest of the pack. Salads were tossed, potatoes were mashed, and Stiles had every meal ready for the oven. The turkey was cooking, and Stiles was currently getting the pies ready for after the meal. He was making some apple filling for his deep-dish apple pie when the doorbell rang. Checking the clock, he noted that there were still a few hours before everyone was supposed to arrive.

He went to the door, and realized he had flour from the chocolate cake and frosting from the carrot cake all over him. Stiles tried to wipe it on his apron, but gave up once he saw it would take some scrubbing to fix that. He opened the door, trying to get the least amount of flour and icing on the door. "Hey sorry I can't open it all the way my hands are-" Stiles looked up from his hands and cut off mid sentence.

Derek was standing there awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot in the cold weather. "Hey I um came to see if you needed help with anything." Which in Derek's mind translated to I really wanted an excuse to see you covered in sweets because Scott told me you'd be baking dessert, and in Stiles mind caused an Oh-Shit self conscious hand wiping frenzy.

"Um I think I'm good-" Derek raised an eyebrow at Stiles' disheveled appearance, and Stiles felt his Oh-Shit self conscious hand wiping frenzy start with a renewed vigor. Derek was unable to look away from the teen's face. There was a small spot of flour on his neck, and a small streak of buttercream icing across his temple. Gods the things I would do if you were interested in me. Derek thought as he imagined licking that frosting off a certain teen's writhing naked-

"Oh shit the fudge!" Stiles ran back into the kitchen, and immediately set about stirring something in a pot. Derek followed the boy inside smiling softly to himself as he shut the front door behind him. He leaned against the kitchen doorway as he watched Stiles turn the heat off on a burner and pour the hot chocolate mixture into a pan. While it was still hot he sprinkled something on top of the chocolate. If Derek's nose was correct, which it always was, then it was brown sugar and toffee.

Stiles sheepishly looked at Derek and bit his lip. "Maybe I could use some help." Derek held back the smile that was threatening to form across his lips, and rolled up his sleeves. Stiles smiled and then started giving orders. "So I need you to run this to Scott's house and make sure Mrs. McCall has the squash and green bean casseroles in the oven. I'm going to need some help putting the turkey in the oven when you get back from that. Then you can help me make stuffing."

Derek didn't even try to hold back his smile when he walked out of the house with an armful of food and a sheet of paper with cooking directions. Stiles was back into work mode once Derek left. He put the fudge on a counter to cool, and then started pulling out plates and silverware for the table. "I am the Thanksgiving god." He muttered as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

When everyone started arriving Derek and Stiles were in a cooking frenzy. Derek was removing select dishes from the oven and placing them on the table while Stiles put new dishes in. Derek made sure there were covers on all the food he took out so it would be warm when they all dug in. Everyone else was socializing in the living room. Scott was bringing several more dishes when his mom and he arrived. Derek told him where to put them on the table, and then moved to help a bustling Stiles.

When Stiles announced that everything was ready and it was time to eat, everyone flooded the dining room. They commented on the sheer amount of food, but Stiles knew that the werewolves at the table would be eating more than half of it that night. They all wandered around the table trying to find where they were sitting. Erika had been in charge of that when she had arrived. She made it so Melissa, Chris, and the Sheriff could sit by each other and then placed everyone else accordingly. However, being the sneaky minx that she is, Erika also made sure to place Stiles and Derek next to each other. She nearly died at the look of embarrassment on the two boy's faces when they realized they would be sitting together.

"Well everyone it's great to have a real Thanksgiving again." Sheriff Stilinski said when they all sat down. He coughed to try and hide the emotions threatening to pour out. "I'm so glad that we're all together and able to share this amazing food prepared by Derek and Stiles with the oven aid of Melissa." He raised a glass of wine to toast the evening.

They dug in. Because of the sheer amount of people at the table it was already a bit of a tight squeeze, but Stiles felt like it got a little big ridiculous when he had to practically sit in Derek's lap to hold the plate that Derek was putting turkey on. It didn't help that every time Derek moved Stiles could feel it. Their legs were constantly rubbing against each other, and their arms always brushed. Whenever Stiles passed a dish around the table his hands always managed to touch Derek's. He could only hope that everyone thought it was just really hot in the room because he seemed to have a permanent blush on his face.

At the end of the meal, where nearly all the food was gone, Alison suggested they go around the table and say what they're thankful for. "I'm thankful for having such amazing friends who protect each other no matter what the odds." She said while lacing her fingers with Scott's.

Scott took that as it was his turn. "I'm thankful for not having to be going through this whole werewolf thing alone, and for having a pack to support me and help me. I also am thankful for my mom, without whom we wouldn't be having half this food-"

"You better be implying in that sentence that I am an amazing mother and cook." Melissa said while smiling at her son.

Issac smiled and then spoke up next. "I'm thankful for everything Derek's done for me." Derek's leg twitched at Issac's statement. "He's given me a place to stay where I am safe and he's given me friends who are really just amazing. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come along, so thank you."

Erika smiled at Issac and nudged his shoulder playfully. "Well I'm thankful for the Kardashians who always make me glad that I'm not living with their drama." Boyd and Issac rolled their eyes but everyone else at the table laughed. "I'm thankful to Boyd for being an amazing boyfriend. I'm guess I'm also thankful to Derek because he was the reason I got to meet Boyd. He was also the reason I'm able to actually do things right now since the werewolf thing got rid of my epilepsy. So thanks for giving me a new start Derek."

Stiles looked over at Derek and saw he wouldn't look at anyone. He stared at his hands and twiddled his thumbs. "I'm thankful for Erika and basically everyone at this table because you've all helped me in some way over the past year." Boyd said, keeping it short and to the point.

Jackson sighed when it was his turn. "I'm thankful that you guys helped me not stay a giant lizard freak." Lydia bumped his shoulder and eyed him. "I'm also thankful that you all have accepted me into your pack even though I'm a bit of an ass at times." He eyed Lydia, but she sat back in her seat content.

"I'm thankful that you guys have my back even though I scream when people are about to die. I'm thankful, and sorry if this is kind of messed up Derek, that Peter is dead because he scared the shit out of me."

"Totally agree." Derek muttered under his breath.

It was Stiles turn. He was at a bit of a loss. He always hated this part because you didn't want to say the same things that everyone else said, but that stuff was the only thing you could think of. "I'm thankful for all of you guys because I'm human and you guys still treat me like pack. I'm thankful for Scott who didn't let his hairy problem ruin our friendship."

"I'm not hairy!" Scott said with a smile on his face.

"Yes you are now shush I'm not done. I'm tankful for my dad for becoming a master at covering up all this supernatural sh-stuff." He corrected himself when his dad narrowed his eyes. "I'm thankful for Derek whose been able to help everyone on multiple occasions and pulled through when all of us thought we couldn't. I'm thankful that you are finally finding a new place because your old one sucked, and I'm thankful that you are spending Thanksgiving with your pack."

Stiles mentally added some things about Derek sitting next to him, having the body of a Greek God, being so fucking attractive, and not yelling at Stiles when he held Derek's hand at the end of his spiel. Derek looked like he was really struggling to find something to say when he realized it was his turn.

"Yeah same with what everyone else has said." Derek said looking at hands. Everyone looked at him. "Fine. I'm glad I have a pack that works with each other and follows orders for the most part. I'm glad we have humans in our pack who are incredibly smart." He looked at Lydia and squeezed Stiles' hand. "I'm glad that Chris and I have managed to form a truce, and I'm glad that you guys have given me a taste of what it means to have a family."

Everyone smiled, and the rest of the table finished their lists of what they were thankful for. It wasn't long after that when everyone was heading home with small bags of leftovers in their hands.

Stiles turned back to the house and saw Derek sitting on his couch. He was leaning against the arm of the couch with his eyes drooping as he tried to fight off the turkey-coma. Stiles smiled and sat down next to him. "I can't believe you made all that food. So good." He muttered as his eyes shot back open after temporarily falling closed.

"You can stay here if you want. You look like you're going to fall asleep at any minute." Derek grumbled something back, but Stiles ignored him. He got off the couch. Grabbing Derek's feet, he placed them on the couch and then searched for a blanket. He grabbed one off the back f his dad's chair and set it on Derek. The alpha was asleep before Stiles even left the room.

Stiles sat in front of the couch looking over the tired werewolf. Asleep, Derek's face lost all the lines of stress and worry. He didn't have an angry look, but he did have a small frown. In his sleep he curled up under the blanket and nuzzled closer to the pillow that Stiles remembered always falling asleep on after school.

He felt his own fatigue kicking in from eating so much turkey. He rested his arms on the part of couch close to Derek's face. I should probably head to my room and take a nap. He thought to himself. He nodded as his head slowly slipped onto the pillow his arms made, and promptly fell asleep.

Derek was slowly roused from his slumber by the sound of crickets and the soft tickle of wind against his face. His eyes blinked open, and he was slightly shocked by the sight of Stiles' face so close to his. His eyes trailed over the teen's relaxed face, and halted on his pink lips that were slightly parted.

His lips curved into a smile as he stared at the teen. His hand reach up slowly, and slid through his hair. It was longer now, and looked better. Stiles' hair was soft under his fingertips, and Derek kept running his fingers through it, mesmerized by the way they slid over his hands. Stiles muttered something in his sleep, and Derek pulled his hand away.

"I didn't say stop." Stiles muttered as he rubbed his eyes on his arms. Derek smirked and went back to running his fingers through Stiles' hair. Stiles smiled, his lips just barely tilting up at the corners when he felt the soothing run of Derek's hand again.

When Derek stopped again later, Stiles opened his eyes and stared at Derek. "It's funny how one of the humans of the pack enjoys being pet." Derek said. Stiles looked affronted.

"Says the one who seems he would like some heavy petting." Derek watched as Stiles' face went from Totally-Got-Him-Back to Oh-Shit-I-Said-That-Out-Loud. Stiles went red, and Derek smirked.

He leaned forewords and bumped Stiles' nose with his. "I like you." He muttered before realizing what he said. Stiles looked at him, and bumped Derek's nose with his own.

"I like you too." He whispered not moving away after he bumped the alphas nose. Derek leaned forewords, his hand resting lightly on the back of Stiles' head, and pressed his lips against the teen's. Stiles leaned into the kiss, his hands digging into the couch. Stiles pulled back, and Derek sat up.

Standing, he and Stiles kissed again. Stiles gripped Derek's t-shirt tightly in his hands while Derek gently held his face in his hands. Derek pulled back placing kisses across Stiles' jaw. "Maybe on a holiday where I'm not so tired I can show you what kind of petting I like." He whispered in Stiles' ear.

"Guess I'll just have to practice petting you so that I know exactly what you like when Christmas rolls around."

Derek stared at Stiles and rolled his eyes while muttering something about Stiles being a "horny, too sexy for his own good, teenager". Stiles moved to pull Derek towards the stairs, but Derek pulled back. "Maybe on a day where your dad isn't down the hall from your room."

Stiles groaned and put his head on Derek's shoulder. "Promise?" He asked while lacing and unlacing Derek's fingers with his own. Derek kissed Stiles again and placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Promise."

There is part 1 of the 2part thanksgiving give back. The next one will either be posted tonight (around midnight maybe) or late tomorrow (depending on how family pictures go imsonotlookingforewordstothat)

REview tell me what you think and to Wolflover1989 I hope you enjoyed this and that it went along with your prompt.

The next Thanksgiving thing is a crossover between Teen Wolf and Once Upon a Time. It has a certain Captain in it and I hope you all enjoy it when I finally post it :D