Dances With Wolves
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Lydia insists on decorating the loft for Christmas once Derek is back.
Siny, don’t be sad. I made you a fluff to fortify you for video editing. Smiiiile!
The first time was at Stiles’ window in the middle of the night. Stiles was, for once, occupied with school work instead of impending supernatural doom, his papers spread over the desk, twenty different tabs open in his browser about a revolutionary war.
The tap on the window was nearly inaudible, would have gone unnoticed if Stiles wasn’t expecting it. Derek had messaged him earlier about bringing over a couple of books on the subject and Stiles didn’t think that, given recent events, his father would take kindly to the werewolf showing up at the front door.
When Stiles shoved himself away from his desk and opened the window, Derek shoved three thick books into his hands. “That was all I could find, but I marked the interesting pages,” he said. “I figured you were busy enough.”
Stiles groaned, shifting the books in his arms and giving Derek a tired smile. “Oh my god, thank you. I could kiss you right now.”
"Okay," Derek said softly.
Stiles drew back a little, not sure he’d heard right. “Okay?”
Derek blinked slowly, leaning in the open window. Keeping perfectly still, Stiles held his breath as Derek brushed his lips over his. He would later be certain the embarrassing, high noise that escaped him couldn’t possibly have come from him.
And then Derek pulled back, and was gone.
Their first kiss was in the forest, during an argument that escalated out of hand faster than either of them were prepared for. One moment Stiles was yelling scathing remarks at Derek, the next he was shoved up against the nearest tree, Derek’s forearm pinning him, their lips crushed together and he could hardly breathe past the desperation welling inside of him as he clutched at Derek’s arm and kissed back for every time he’d wanted and never been able to.
Everyone seems to have the headcanon that the first kiss would be very heat of the moment. But I think there’s something tender in the thought of nervously, flirtatiously coming to an inevitable moment.
It seems indulgent this way.
Stiles and Derek’s first kiss.
Requested by anon, for Sterek Week.
It happened when they were doing research. Okay, Stiles was researching. Derek was watching him. And he was not lurking over the teen’s shoulder while he pored over a hastily-marked-up map of Beacon Hills, trying to find a pattern in the newest supernatural ‘interactions’ that had been plaguing the town this month. You hear that Stiles? Not. Lurking.
Anyway, it totally wasn’t his fault at all when Stiles turned quickly, probably going for the aging bestiary that Cora had left behind when Derek had taken her back east two years ago (which happened to be on the shelf behind his head, and tripped. Over Derek. With an undignified squeak, and a fairly prominent flail, Stiles latched onto him as he fell, nearly taking them both down.
Luckily, Derek managed to catch him. For a second, with his hands curled protectively around Stiles’ body, he froze, suddenly conscious of the beating of the teen’s own heart in his fingertips. Or maybe it was his own, he couldn’t really tell. But it was sprinting. Stiles glanced up at him, his eyes a wash of confusion, embarrassment, and something, well, something else, that Derek couldn’t identify.
It was almost like he didn’t want to let go.
In his panic, Stiles had sunk one fist into the back of Derek’s shirt, grabbing at the collar for some kind of support. With his other, he braced himself against the werewolf’s chest, in a desperate attempt to halt his ungraceful journey toward the ground. The points of each of his fingers stirred a kind of deep warmth in Derek’s skin, and he realized that he didn’t want Stiles to let go either.
Just picture Stiles coming home and following the sound of high pitched delighted laughter and finding Derek and their son splashing around in the bathtub together.
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never over how Stiles instantly is befriended by some hot drag queens and then keeps their numbers to invite them to high school parties. never ever over it.
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“I like to think that with whatever I do I’m totally committed to it and taking risks is a good thing. I don’t want to look back and go ‘I should have tried that’. The only way to exceed your limits is to push yourself.”