Stiles is home from college for a few days and he’s at Derek’s place, supposedly researching magical amulets, all the while going on and on about this date he has next week, and how he doesn’t even remember how to deal with humans anymore, like, when was his last real, actual kiss? Almost six months ago now and that was just a one-off with Malia while they were pretending to make out in the car while on witch-watch, and how HOW is he supposed to keep up a normal, healthy dating life with so much supernatural crap going on in his life? He has accepted that sex is something that happens to other people but at the very least he should be able to get a kiss or two in between crises and not, you know, FORGET how to do these things. It’s unnatural is what it is. He needs to get a better life. He needs to get better friends. He needs friends who would occasionally kiss him, just to remind him, you know—
And that’s where Derek does that whole sigh-pout-eyeroll thing and says JUST GO AND KISS SOMEONE. GO.
And Stiles is like, I’m not gonna assault people with my bad kissing—
So Derek - long-suffering and a little crazy in the eyes - pulls him up and tugs him close and grabs his face and kisses him.
It’s uncoordinated at first, Stiles looking shocked, eyes open wide, frozen in spot, but Derek never does anything halfheartedly, so he gives it his best go, teasing Stiles’ lips open and slowly coaxing him into the kiss.
And then of course Stiles is ALL IN, climbing Derek like a monkey, toppling them down onto the couch, worming his way into Derek’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck and wow, they are so good at this.
Stiles’ lips feel bruised when Derek finally pulls back. They’re both a little dazed and a lot disheveled, and Stiles thinks he can totally be forgiven for not having any clue what Derek’s talking about when he asks Stiles if that’s enough practicing.
They stare into each other’s eyes for way too long for just friends practicing kissing, and then Stiles is leaning in again, going with his gut, placing a small, lingering kiss on Derek’s lips, almost a question, and when their eyes meet again, Derek kind of looks wrecked and scared, so Stiles rubs the tips of their noses together, like reassurance or an apology or something, and then—and then Derek gets it.
His arms tighten around Stiles’ waist and he maneuvers them on the couch until he has Stiles pinned under him, to which Stiles responds by wrapping his legs around Derek’s waist, pulling him tight against him, and they’re not even kissing yet, just panting into each other’s mouths with anticipation and it’s still the best thing to happen to either of them in ages. Derek’s brain can’t even comprehend what the sex would be like if this is just their first kiss.
"You should maybe call off that date," Derek says against Stiles’ lips.
"Done," Stiles rasps with a shiver and buries his fingers in Derek’s hair.
Sterek AU - Stiles ends up framed for Heather’s murder, and he goes to the one place he thinks the cops won’t look for him. Derek, annoyed at being woken up in the middle of the night, and being Derek, takes the chance to teach him a lesson.
“Derek are you at the loft?”
“Well is anyone else here?”
“No they’re off trying to find you like I am,”
“Look I had to ditch my Jeep in the woods. Everyone thinks I’m a murderer…”
“Hmm sounds familiar.”
“Wait, what!? That was one freaking time. I might add I was trying to protect Scott and we didn’t know you weren’t the Alpha that killed Laura,”
“Alright, Alright. Umm. Crap I here sirens now, Please tell me someone’s around here,”
“Better start running,”
“Do you know what they do to people like me in jail? I’m the sheriff’s son, look too young for a drink and I’m breakable. Even got the ‘Handle with care’ stamp on my arm and all…They’re gonna eat me alive in more ways than one even,”
“It’s not my problem, did you forget be being locked up twice”
“The second time wasn’t even my fault, it was Scott who said it. I couldn’t go against that, we thought you were dead. We didn’t mean to give you a hard time with no place to go,”
“The keys are in a hole behind a loose brick. You know the alarm. Get inside before they see you,”
“Wait why do I hear sirens on your end?”
“I’m driving you’re Jeep though the preserve to get them off your trail,”
“Oh my god, thank you. You are awesome,” Stiles said running to the elevator after grabbing the key to the lift.
okay well, after two days of animating, ive finished this heaping pile of shit for the internet. enjoy the worst teen wolf animation/voice acting ever
make me choose: anonymous asked: derek hale or
“In a world where people don’t see in color until they find their true mate”
OH MY GOD
SO MANY FIC POSSIBILITIES AND I WANT TO READ ALL OF THEM
what if when you meet your soul mate you gradually start seeing in color and the first color you see is something of theirs
talk to me about how the first color derek sees is stiles’s whiskey eyes or don’t talk to me at all
also what if when your soul mate dies you lose the ability to see color. the color literally gets stripped from your world when they die.
imagine the sheriff trying to describe the color of claudia’s hair to stiles years after she died, when stiles starts seeing color.