Oh, I am 100% for it awakening something else. It’s one of my favorite things.
“Anything yet?”
“Still no,” Stiles said, again, and Derek resumed his pacing up and down the aisle. Kind of dickishly, though, like he was the one being inconvenienced here. As if his uncle hadn’t been the one to bite Stiles in the first place.
Peter was dead, so at least that problem was out of the way, but now Stiles was stuck with Derek as the only alpha north of San Francisco, spending the full moon in an abandoned train depot he didn’t know existed before tonight, and a bandage on his wrist that made the kids at school whisper and give him pitying looks. And yes, he’d already pointed out the lack of healing and been very ignored.
He got it, he’d witnessed firsthand with Scott that a new wolf’s judgment was a little skewed around the moon, but a very much un-supernaturally-healed wound was a pretty objective, non-skewed fact.
Stiles was not a wolf, and no one would listen to him.
“I feel like it didn’t take this long with Scott,” Stiles continued after some uncomfortable silence. “He was a total dick the entire day. It was pretty obvious.”
Derek sighed, annoyed. “You’re always a dick, it’s hard to tell.”
“Wh—me? Look who’s talking!” Stiles sputtered indignantly, and Derek raised his eyebrows in a challenge. “You slammed my head into my own steering wheel!”
“You made me strip for your friend.”
“You threatened me into
harboring your fugitive ass
from my dad.”
“You accused me of mass murder.”
“You kidnapped Scott’s boss.”
“I was trying to find the alpha!”
“Well, great job there, buddy!” Stiles snapped angrily, and Derek’s eyebrows shot right back out of their angry furrow. “That wasn’t the moon, that was because your psycho uncle bit me and I’m still pissed about it.”
Oh no, poor baby Stiles! OKAY OKAY OKAY, BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS. (Sorry to make this ALL ABOUT STEREK BUT THIS IS ME YOU ARE TALKING TO HERE.)
What about Derek having an enormous crush on Stiles and even though he is a jock and popular he can never work up the courage to ask Stiles out. For one, tons of people try and get Stiles’ attention and Stiles never seems to realise they are asking him out?? Which would be adorable but Derek is pretty awful with words- at least, around Stiles he gets all shy and can’t even remember his own name half the time- so he can pretty much imagine how subtly asking Stiles out would go down, never mind asking him outright.
And so of course there is a lot of pining and wallowing and ice creaming eating until CORA HAS HAD ENOUGH BECAUSE SHE HAS TO SUFFER THIS IN CLASS AS WELL AS AT HOME and she drags Derek over to Stiles one day and says “he needs you, badly” and storms off. Derek is absolutely mortified but, hey, at least he is kind of here now? THE PROBLEM IS THOUGH Stiles thinks Cora means he needs him for match making purposes not making out purposes. AND SO LET THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND DRAMA ENSUE AS STILES ASKS DEREK WHO HE WANTS HELP TALKING TO AND DEREK JUST BLURTS OUT PAIGE BECAUSE SHE’S GOT THOSE SAME CUTE LITTLE MOLES STILES DOES ON HIS FACE AND EVERY TIME HE SEES HER ALL HE CAN THINK ABOUT IS HOW HE WANTS TO SEE STILES. (He has issues, leave him alone.)
AND THEN OF COURSE STILES GOES AND FALLS HEAD OVER CONVERSE FOR DEREK and there will be some tragic scene where Stiles listens to sad songs in his room and watches Star wars and Erica finally has to intervene when Han Solo says “I know “to Leia and Stiles just throws curly fries at his laptop and yells “YOU DON’T KNOW THE PAIN OF REAL LOVE!!”
AND OF COURSE AT ONE POINT THERE WILL BE AN ALMOST KISS. BUT THEN SOMEONE WILL INTERRUPT THEM (let’s face it, it’s probably going to be Scott) and then Derek goes off on his date with Paige which actually goes really well (you know, once Derek breaks down and confesses he’s hopeLESSLY in love with Stiles and he doesn’t know what to do). And the next day at school everyone is talking about how they saw Derek and Paige on a date and how they looked so cute together and how they were smiling and STILES IS CRUSHED.
BUT THEN PAIGE AND ERICA TALK STUFF OUT who then in turn ENROL THE HELP OF CORA AND LYDIA TO TALK SOME SENSE INTO THESE DORKS (and while we are at it let’s have Cora and Lydia make out aggressively while arguing over how best to do this thang because always) AND THEN THE FOUR OF THEM CONSPIRE TO SET DEREK AND STILES UP ON A DATE AND THEN THERE IS AWKWARDNESS AND LOVE CONFESSIONS AND DEREK BUYS STILES A MILKSHAKE AND STILES GIVES DEREK A LIFT HOME IN HIS JEEP AND THERE IS THAT ALL ALONG WAITED FOR KISS AND IT’S PERFECT.
“Come on, Stiles.” Derek shook his shoulder. At least, he was pretty sure it was Stiles’s shoulder; he was buried so deep under the blankets it was difficult to tell. “It’s time to get up.”
“No,” came Stiles’s voice from under the blanket and pillow. “’S my day off.”
Derek sighed. “Yes, and you told me you wanted to get up and go running with me in the morning, remember?”
“I lied.”
Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles hadn’t lied; the exact conversation had involved the words don’t let me weasel out of it in the morning. He debated actually clawing the blankets to shreds to get Stiles out of them, but he didn’t want to replace them. They were good blankets.
“You know,” Derek bent over the pillow, “if you get up and go running with me, I could be persuaded to exercise in other ways when we get back.”
Stiles’s hand darted out from under the covers with his middle finger raised. “Do not tempt me, you…you tempter. We can still have it when you get back from your hell run.”
Ah well, sex promises only had a fifty percent chance of working when Stiles was determined to sleep in. Derek straightened back up. “Fine, then if you go running with me, we’ll stop by Julio’s for breakfast tacos.”
The blankets shifted, and one amber eye peeked out at him from under the pillow. “Julio’s breakfast tacos?”
Derek nodded solemnly. “And if you don’t go running with me…I’ll stop there by myself and I won’t bring any back for you.”
Stiles gasped in outrage. “You wouldn’t.”
Derek turned away to grab his shoes. “Oh, yes, I would. I’d even text you pictures while I ate them.”
“I could just get them myself,” Stiles said. “Without you.”
“Your Jeep’s in the shop,” Derek reminded him. “I’ll have the car. And if you walk all the way to Julio’s, you’ll get your exercise anyway.”
Stiles was silent in the way that meant he was trying to find the loophole in what Derek had just said.
Derek shrugged and headed out the door. “Well, guess I’m going to get breakfast tacos by myself. See you later.”
He was halfway down the stairs when he heard the muffled thump of Stiles falling out of bed. “Wait, you asshole, I’m coming!”
“Did you say something?” Derek called back. “Sorry, I’m heading out!”
“Fuck you, Hale!”
Derek smothered a laugh. “We can do that later!”
His answer was another series of thumps and muffled cursing.
Well, it was good to know if nothing else, at least breakfast tacos could get Stiles out of bed in the morning.
Thank you. But here’s over 4000 words for that prompt because. Uh. It happened. I apologize for any mistakes. I just…kept writing. Featuring Malia knowing what’s up, scenting, and some mild blink-and-you’ll-miss-it jealous Derek.
Derek’s wardrobe has expanded, but it’s still a shock to see him wearing actual colors.
They’re in the Beacon Hills Preserve, Derek and Malia are scenting whatever it is they’re after while Stiles, Scott, Kira, and Isaac try to formulate what it is they might be able to do once they find the…witches? That’s their current guess, at least. It sounds a little far-fetched, but the way three students from the high school had just wandered out in the middle of Yukimura’s class had felt more magical than anything else they could come up with.
Unless all three of them were banshees or kanimas, it didn’t seem likely that they were supernatural creatures being drawn out against their will. It was more like something or someone was doing it.
That’s the theory Stiles and Lydia come up with, at least, and Scott should know better than to question their logic, even if Isaac doesn’t.
Isaac and Stiles are in the middle of a useless argument when Stiles stops short, his gaze focused on Derek as something clicks in his head. “Is that my shirt?”
Even Isaac stops short and everyone looks at Stiles, although Stiles doesn’t look away from Derek.
Derek who is… Who is definitely wearing his shirt. What the fuck?
“Me? Why would I be wearing your shirt?” Derek asks, incredulous, lip curled in that way that makes him look like a douche. A hot douche, but a douche. Stiles hates it.
And Stiles isn’t one to back down. He strides up to Derek, causing Malia to glance between the two like she’s not sure if she should back away or continue the literal witch hunt. “I don’t hear actual denial in there, pal. Yeah, I know your tricks.” He points his finger to Derek’s chest which is, again, clad in his shirt.
Dara Hale has one epic grievance with her current life, and it is her inability to get off like the hot-blooded American female she is. There’s also her epic crush on Stiles Stilinski, who is probably straight and too attractive for her own good, and that’s not really helping matters.
Stiles is the kind of girl who rolls out of bed and throws on a pair of dirty jeans. She has never owned a hair brush, and only shaves her legs during field hockey season. She owns exactly one tube of lip gloss, a gift from her grandmother, and it’s only been opened twice.
Stiles knows she’s not a Lydia, hell, she’s not even an Allison, with their effortless looking curls and lip-glossed smiles. No, Stiles hair doesn’t have a curl to it at all, falls limply to her shoulders when it’s actually long enough to reach, and her lip gloss smears off her lips ten minutes after she puts it on. She wears dorky t-shirts that she can’t make look cool, and she can never find the right sort of jeans to make her legs look good.
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