Ficlet: whatever it takes || Stiles/Derek || PG
Author: marishna
Title: whatever it takes
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Stiles/Derek
Character/s: Stiles, Derek, Scott, mentioned Laura
Summary: Derek didn’t think he needed assurance from Laura that the people she tried to set him up with were reliable but apparently, that needed to be spelled out for her.
Warnings: NA
Content Notes: mistaken identity, AU
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: 235 - flawless
Author's Notes: I had a whole other fic almost finished when this came to me and I need another plot thread like I need another hole in the head but here it is. What are you gonna do?
Derek repressed a sigh as he fidgeted with the butter knife on the tabletop in an attempt to stop himself from checking the time.
Again.
But he was already depressingly aware that he’d been sitting at this table for two on his own for almost an hour. It would seem he was stood up.
He looked up to signal a waiter but out of the corner of his eye, some commotion caught his attention. He looked over to the hostess podium where the hostess looked confused as an excitable young man was gesticulating wildly as he spoke. Derek could tell he was dressed almost entirely in black and his cheeks were red, as if... he were in a hurry?
Derek stood slowly, eyes on the podium, as the restaurant manager approached them. "Excuse me, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
"I... sort of? I mean, I thought I did but I’m waiting for, uh..." the man trailed off as his eyes swept the dining area and landed on Derek.
Derek didn’t think he needed assurance from Laura that the people she tried to set him up with were reliable but apparently, that needed to be spelled out for her. With a sigh, Derek raised his hand and caught the man’s attention.
From across the room, Derek could see the wide, easy smile that blossomed across the man’s face and while that didn’t make up for being so late to their blind date it definitely helped. Derek returned his smile with an awkward nod and it only made his date offer a bigger grin.
Yeah, it helped.
The manager didn’t look pleased as Derek’s blind date brushed past him and made a beeline to his table but Derek didn’t care. He was rarely swayed by a pretty face but this guy had something to him that Derek didn’t often sense in other people.
"Hey there, sorry about that," the guy apologized immediately and waved to the podium.
Derek shook his head. "No problem, I’m just glad you made it. All Laura told me was that your name is Sterling; she wouldn’t even let me see a photo."
Sterling piped up immediately, "Stiles, actually."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, uh, no one calls me Sterling except for my parents. Kind of reminds me of being caught with my hand in the cookie jar when I was a kid."
"Sure, of course," Derek nodded. He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you Stiles, I’m Derek."
Stiles accepted his hand easily and stared openly at Derek as he murmured, "Yes, you are."
Derek didn’t let go of Stiles’ hand even once it got weird and waited for him to pull away. Once he did he gestured to the other chair he’d been staring at for the past hour. "Shall we?"
"Oh, I think we shall," Stiles agreed and winked at Derek when he stepped forward to pull Stiles’ chair out for him.
Stiles brushed against Derek as he sat down and just the near proximity to this mystery of a man, in all senses, sent tingles up Derek’s spine in a way he wasn’t sure he could ever remember having before.
And when he sat down across from Stiles and found himself being stared at intently by Stiles for once he didn’t do what he’d always done and look away.
***
15 minutes earlier
"Scott, we gotta split up," Stiles whispered from his hiding place behind a tombstone, knowing his best friend would hear him even though he was hiding yards away behind a tree.
Stiles looked up to see Scott gesturing wildly that they should stick together but Stiles shook his head. "They’re looking for two people and you can get out of here quicker. Get their attention and draw them out, I’ll run for it and hide out until it’s clear to get to the house."
Stiles couldn’t tell exactly what Scott was trying to say with those gestures so he chose to interpret the tone and gave Scott the thumbs up back. "Thanks, pal. See? Flawless plan, as always."
With one final single-fingered gesture Scott was gone, racing through the cemetery to the trees. Within seconds Stiles heard a few sets of footsteps hurrying after him. Stiles took the opening and ran in the opposite direction, sticking to the shadows until he could duck behind a dumpster. He pulled off his makeshift tactical gear that was charmed and runed with as much protection he could muster up. He hid it behind some bags and hoped it would all be there to pick up later but at the moment he had to blend in.
He straightened his black sweater and shoved his hands in his black pants pockets and tried to look casual as he walked out of the alleyway. He could tell within seconds that he wasn’t alone.
He took a few purposely wrong turns to try to lose his tail but to no avail. He had to get off the street--quick. He wasn’t as familiar with this neighborhood and didn’t realize the small door he ducked in was for a fancier restaurant than he usually frequented.
"Can I help you?" the hostess greeted him cooly.
Stiles didn’t have time to find somewhere else to hide out without getting caught, and even being in here was a risk. He stepped up to the podium and leaned on it, winking at the hostess as a guise to scope out the scene inside.
"Sir, if you don’t have a reservation I have to ask you to leave," the hostess insisted.
"I do have a reservation," Stiles insisted and tried to sneak a look at the book on her podium but she snapped it shut while signaling for someone else.
As a snooty dude in a dapper suit approached him Stiles noticed a tall, handsome diner stand from a table he was alone at and Stiles made a snap decision.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
He did now.
Title: whatever it takes
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Stiles/Derek
Character/s: Stiles, Derek, Scott, mentioned Laura
Summary: Derek didn’t think he needed assurance from Laura that the people she tried to set him up with were reliable but apparently, that needed to be spelled out for her.
Warnings: NA
Content Notes: mistaken identity, AU
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 1000
Prompt: 235 - flawless
Author's Notes: I had a whole other fic almost finished when this came to me and I need another plot thread like I need another hole in the head but here it is. What are you gonna do?
Derek repressed a sigh as he fidgeted with the butter knife on the tabletop in an attempt to stop himself from checking the time.
Again.
But he was already depressingly aware that he’d been sitting at this table for two on his own for almost an hour. It would seem he was stood up.
He looked up to signal a waiter but out of the corner of his eye, some commotion caught his attention. He looked over to the hostess podium where the hostess looked confused as an excitable young man was gesticulating wildly as he spoke. Derek could tell he was dressed almost entirely in black and his cheeks were red, as if... he were in a hurry?
Derek stood slowly, eyes on the podium, as the restaurant manager approached them. "Excuse me, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
"I... sort of? I mean, I thought I did but I’m waiting for, uh..." the man trailed off as his eyes swept the dining area and landed on Derek.
Derek didn’t think he needed assurance from Laura that the people she tried to set him up with were reliable but apparently, that needed to be spelled out for her. With a sigh, Derek raised his hand and caught the man’s attention.
From across the room, Derek could see the wide, easy smile that blossomed across the man’s face and while that didn’t make up for being so late to their blind date it definitely helped. Derek returned his smile with an awkward nod and it only made his date offer a bigger grin.
Yeah, it helped.
The manager didn’t look pleased as Derek’s blind date brushed past him and made a beeline to his table but Derek didn’t care. He was rarely swayed by a pretty face but this guy had something to him that Derek didn’t often sense in other people.
"Hey there, sorry about that," the guy apologized immediately and waved to the podium.
Derek shook his head. "No problem, I’m just glad you made it. All Laura told me was that your name is Sterling; she wouldn’t even let me see a photo."
Sterling piped up immediately, "Stiles, actually."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, uh, no one calls me Sterling except for my parents. Kind of reminds me of being caught with my hand in the cookie jar when I was a kid."
"Sure, of course," Derek nodded. He held out his hand. "Nice to meet you Stiles, I’m Derek."
Stiles accepted his hand easily and stared openly at Derek as he murmured, "Yes, you are."
Derek didn’t let go of Stiles’ hand even once it got weird and waited for him to pull away. Once he did he gestured to the other chair he’d been staring at for the past hour. "Shall we?"
"Oh, I think we shall," Stiles agreed and winked at Derek when he stepped forward to pull Stiles’ chair out for him.
Stiles brushed against Derek as he sat down and just the near proximity to this mystery of a man, in all senses, sent tingles up Derek’s spine in a way he wasn’t sure he could ever remember having before.
And when he sat down across from Stiles and found himself being stared at intently by Stiles for once he didn’t do what he’d always done and look away.
***
15 minutes earlier
"Scott, we gotta split up," Stiles whispered from his hiding place behind a tombstone, knowing his best friend would hear him even though he was hiding yards away behind a tree.
Stiles looked up to see Scott gesturing wildly that they should stick together but Stiles shook his head. "They’re looking for two people and you can get out of here quicker. Get their attention and draw them out, I’ll run for it and hide out until it’s clear to get to the house."
Stiles couldn’t tell exactly what Scott was trying to say with those gestures so he chose to interpret the tone and gave Scott the thumbs up back. "Thanks, pal. See? Flawless plan, as always."
With one final single-fingered gesture Scott was gone, racing through the cemetery to the trees. Within seconds Stiles heard a few sets of footsteps hurrying after him. Stiles took the opening and ran in the opposite direction, sticking to the shadows until he could duck behind a dumpster. He pulled off his makeshift tactical gear that was charmed and runed with as much protection he could muster up. He hid it behind some bags and hoped it would all be there to pick up later but at the moment he had to blend in.
He straightened his black sweater and shoved his hands in his black pants pockets and tried to look casual as he walked out of the alleyway. He could tell within seconds that he wasn’t alone.
He took a few purposely wrong turns to try to lose his tail but to no avail. He had to get off the street--quick. He wasn’t as familiar with this neighborhood and didn’t realize the small door he ducked in was for a fancier restaurant than he usually frequented.
"Can I help you?" the hostess greeted him cooly.
Stiles didn’t have time to find somewhere else to hide out without getting caught, and even being in here was a risk. He stepped up to the podium and leaned on it, winking at the hostess as a guise to scope out the scene inside.
"Sir, if you don’t have a reservation I have to ask you to leave," the hostess insisted.
"I do have a reservation," Stiles insisted and tried to sneak a look at the book on her podium but she snapped it shut while signaling for someone else.
As a snooty dude in a dapper suit approached him Stiles noticed a tall, handsome diner stand from a table he was alone at and Stiles made a snap decision.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
He did now.