On February thirteenth, Stiles comes home to find a bright red envelope taped to the center of his apartment door. It's exactly at his eye level and is completely blank. Stiles looks up and down the hall, hoping that whoever left it will lurking around in wait. But the hall is empty, same as it was a second ago. Stiles lets out a sigh as he reaches out and pulls it down. He flips the envelope over with one hand-- noting the the back is as blank as the front-- while tugging his key out of his pocket with the other
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Stiles spends about a second debating if he should dress up or not for his date with his mystery valentine before deciding that clean jeans, his best non-ratty Batman themed tee and his not-quite-dirty red hoody are dressed up enough. It's a diner, after all, not a four star French restaurant. He fusses with his hair for a bit, brushes his teeth, and then gives himself finger guns in the mirror for good luck before heading out
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Prompt: AU, Stiles is a lonely, bored college student who gets dragged to the stupid V-Day party that Scott's frat is throwing. Little did he expect to see his grad student-teacher Derek Hale there.
Maybe Stiles should just man up and say to Derek Hey, Sourwolf, I think you’re hot-wanna fuck? Except that’s not all of it (inclusion of “Bad Touch” by the Bloodhound Gang notwithstanding).
It’s also I’ve got your back, from here to hell and back again.
Not to mention I could watch you care for your pack all day and did I mention all the Feels that gives me?
Sprinkle a few Ohmygod, if I had ovaries they’d be raging for you right now and I promise not to hurt you like she did on top and it might be getting close.
Stiles can’t even imagine trying to say that to his face, listening to him growl. Watching the way he closes off and walks away (which gives a fine view of a perfect ass, but still…).
So yeah. It is totally the coward’s way out
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Derek climbs in through the window of Stiles’s room that night. It takes him a moment to find the stereo in Stiles’s room (because really, why bother when everything’s digital these days?), but when he does, he slides a CD in without pushing play.
He sits on Stiles’s bed, while Stiles stays in the chair, twisting it idly back and forth, trying not to flush. Derek returned the CD. He doesn’t want it. Fuck.
“I get Lean on Me,” Derek says, voice low. “And I think I get Shadows of the Night. But Elvis?”
“He’s a classic, dude. And I couldn’t decide on one Beatles song, so I figured one Elvis song could cover the whole range of classics on its own.” Stiles doesn’t address the fact that the particular song is Can’t Help Falling in Love because yeah, he’s still feeling cowardly and trying to have the conversation without actually having the conversation.
Derek makes a small snort of a noise. “Felt like you had to immortalize getting your head shoved into a steering wheel?”
Is that what he got out of Here (in Your Arms)? Stiles is so
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Big Bad has a valentine for Little Red
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Bonus points for an actual fanmix of this.
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So maybe it’s the coward’s way out.
Maybe Stiles should just man up and say to Derek Hey, Sourwolf, I think you’re hot-wanna fuck? Except that’s not all of it (inclusion of “Bad Touch” by the Bloodhound Gang notwithstanding).
It’s also I’ve got your back, from here to hell and back again.
Not to mention I could watch you care for your pack all day and did I mention all the Feels that gives me?
Sprinkle a few Ohmygod, if I had ovaries they’d be raging for you right now and I promise not to hurt you like she did on top and it might be getting close.
Stiles can’t even imagine trying to say that to his face, listening to him growl. Watching the way he closes off and walks away (which gives a fine view of a perfect ass, but still…).
So yeah. It is totally the coward’s way out ( ... )
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He sits on Stiles’s bed, while Stiles stays in the chair, twisting it idly back and forth, trying not to flush. Derek returned the CD. He doesn’t want it. Fuck.
“I get Lean on Me,” Derek says, voice low. “And I think I get Shadows of the Night. But Elvis?”
“He’s a classic, dude. And I couldn’t decide on one Beatles song, so I figured one Elvis song could cover the whole range of classics on its own.” Stiles doesn’t address the fact that the particular song is Can’t Help Falling in Love because yeah, he’s still feeling cowardly and trying to have the conversation without actually having the conversation.
Derek makes a small snort of a noise. “Felt like you had to immortalize getting your head shoved into a steering wheel?”
Is that what he got out of Here (in Your Arms)? Stiles is so ( ... )
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