Sure, but I have to admit I have more planned for this W.I.P than actual writing or anything else. I have so many ideas for it that the thought of actually writing it make me want to curl up in a corner and cry. Maybe one day it will be written. Until then, the closest I have to a snippet of writing would be this…
Erica found him in the supply room, sorting through boxes of
equipment. She quietly shut the door behind her, her heart beating in her chest
as she looked down at the camera sitting beside the box.
“Hey, Erica,” Stiles greeted, glancing up at her to offer a
kind smile. His smile fell when he saw the look of fear on her face. “Are you
alright?”
Erica swallowed hard. “Are you going to use that camera for
a case?”
“Yeah, we’re setting up surveillance on a house we suspect is
being used as a drug den, why?”
“Can I have it back for a moment?” she asked.
Stiles’ brow furrowed in confusion. He narrowed his eyes
suspiciously as he asked. “Why?”
“Honest answer?”
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming
before turning back to Stiles.
“Boyd and I made a sex tape because we thought it’d be fun,
but we forgot to take the tape out. And I will let you watch it – once – if you
promise not to use it against us or tell anyone and give us the tape back.”
Stiles nodded slowly. He picked up the camera and ejected
the tape, handing it over to Erica.
“I’m not going to hold it over you,” he reassured her. “And
I’d rather not watch it.” Before she could be offended, he quickly added, “I’m
sure you two are great in bed, but I’d rather remember Boyd as the sweet,
gentle man he is rather than the sexy beast you know him to be.”
Erica couldn’t help but smile. She took the tape from him
and quietly muttered, “Thanks.”
Stiles pulled a new tape from the nearby storage
box and fitted it into the camera before setting it down in the box of equipment.
He hoisted the box off the table, giving Erica a kiss atop her head before
leaving.
Stiles: “This is my body Derek, i saw it, i felt it with my hand, i…” Suddenly Derek comfort him from behind
Derek: “You’re not a killer, Stiles… you… you’re not like me” Stiles breakdown and tears fall from his eyes.
Stiles: “i’m sorry” and he turn around and embrace Derek so tight.
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Stiles and Derek hanging out like all the time. Stiles asking one day, “are you attracted to me?”
And Derek regarding him kind of incredulously at the question, which is seemingly out of nowhere and asked with such seriousness that Derek doesn’t have a chance to really process it.
Stiles telling Derek that his friend from school was confused when Stiles mentioned going on a date with someone because they thought Derek was his boyfriend based on the way (and frequency) Stiles talks about him.
“She was all like, why aren’t you dating? And I thought, ha, because,” Stiles tells Derek. “But then I was like…cos I couldn’t come up with an actual reason. So now, I’m wondering…why aren’t we dating?’
And before Derek has a chance to respond Stiles pushes forward, “so I thought maybe you aren’t attracted to me cos that would do it. Probably, so like?” And Stiles is looking at Derek expectantly.
Derek regards him for a moment before speaking. When he does he shrugs and says, “we aren’t dating because neither of us has asked the other out.”
Which is probably not what Stiles is expecting for an answer. “So are you saying if I were to ask you out you would say yes?” Derek is trying not to smirk and Stiles knows the look well, it’s sort of devious and adorable all at once. It makes Stiles’ chest constrict and he feels his stomach somersault.
“I am attracted to you,” Derek finally says. Stiles feels his face heat which is annoying because he’s trying to play it cool. He feels his pulse spike so it’s pretty much a total loss.
“So, that’s a yes?” Stiles confirms.
“Yes, I will say yes if you ask me out,” Derek tells him. Stiles nods.
“So, do you like…wanna get dinner tonight?” Stiles asks, still sort of nervous because he’s not sure totally that Derek isn’t fucking with him.
“I’m free now,” Derek says. Stiles swallows the choked sound of surprise in his throat. Derek is smirking at him now.
“Me too,” Stiles nods. Which should be obvious because they’re actually hanging out together and have been for the past half an hour.
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