What really happened.
Stiles loves how shy Derek is, how he can’t quite meet Stiles’s eyes, the way his hand shakes just a little as he pulls the buckle on his belt undone. This is supposed to be nothing, just a stupid summer fling, a way for them to relieve all that tension that somehow sprung up between them. But Derek’s hand is still shaking and his head is still ducked and Stiles can’t help but feel that this is something more, something bigger.
He steps forward, puts a hand on Derek’s cheek and raises his head so their eyes met. ”Hey,” he says softly, other hand coming up to rest on Derek’s chest, slightly off-center, directly above his heart. ”Hey, big guy, i”ve got you.”
Derek’s eyes search his for a long moment, then he sucks in a breath and smiles and goddamn, if it doesn’t light up the room. Stiles’s heart skips and he has a second to think ‘holy Jesus, I’m fucked’ then Derek’s lips are brushing against his and Stiles isn’t thinking any more.
“Again, see? No standards. Any self-respecting demon should be living in a pit of filth or a nice crypt.” -Rupert Giles
This is awesome. Scott’s all “WTF MAN” and Derek’s “What? He asked for it” gesture and Peter cracking up in the background
that’s it. that’s the episode.
HE COACHED HIMSELF ON THAT IN THE CAR
“Melissa McCall calling me seven times in five minutes,” Derek grumbles at a red light.
“Gotta go save Scott and Isaac,” as he merges.
“Why are they even at the hospital,” as he puts the car in park.
“They’re seventeen, they should be in homeroom,” as he takes the stairs two at a time.
“I should say that, I should say something about truancy,” as he follows his nose and ears to the elevator.
“I should be like, ‘Aren’t you supposed to be in English right now?’” as he waits by the elevator, flicking his claws in and out.
“No, maybe that’s too specific, he shouldn’t know that I know his schedule,” he amends when the elevator grinds to a stop.
He listens for a moment to Scott and the alpha fighting. “I’m an alpha,” he hears the alpha say.
“Hey, me, too,” Derek mumbles, and then giggles to himself.
“Ding,” says the elevator.
he shouldn’t know that I know his schedule
Scott McCall’s word of the day
bless this meathead, y’all.
#god fucking dammit #tyler hoechlin #jesus fuck look at his fucking thighs#they’re so alksjdlkajs solid? #how does he even put on pants #???? #god don’t get me started on his ass #like what even #who okayed that? #and his goddamn fucking arms #not even the whole but like each individual part of the arm #first we have those gorgeous fucking hands #and his sexy little nobbly wrist #and DAT FOREARM #UNF UNF UNF #fuck me even his elbows are kinda hot #and then it’s like HEYYY-O #WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW #he’s not flexing that’s just how they look #and it’s like wow i would lick that #and then you think it’s over #but you haven’t even gotten to the best part #which is his SHOULDER #his fucking shoulder#amirite folks? #look at those goddamn lucious motherfucking curves #damn son#you fiiiiine
Stiles’ thought process^
jfc now all I can picture is Stiles standing off to the side having that as an internal monologue, not realizing some kind of fairy magic voodoo power has granted Derek the gift of reading minds.
Because I defy you to deny that look says “oh really?” Like he’s mother fuckin intrigued by this development.
and by development he means the boner Stiles is clearly sporting
I originally drew the middle image as a RBB prompt and Brie took the plunge and wrote a TON of amazing Fox!Stiles fic. I couldn’t be happier with the outcome. She and I are also masters of losing track of time and wound up being 5 months late so HERE is the final product. :)
Huge thanks to Brie for being amazing and putting up with my fussiness! Please go read it when you can guys! :)
Stiles is better than you.
LISTEN TO STILES PEOPLE.
is “werewolfitude” gonna be the new “sour wolf”?