Well whaddya know, it turns out today is @shealwaysreads‘ birthday, and luckily I have a couple of unposted things lying around, so guess who’s getting a birthday ficlet?!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISOBEL, I HOPE YOUR DAY CONTINUES TO BE AWESOME! ❤
1200-ish words of SuperHoech sterek. ❤
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”But I’m not… I can’t really- oh
gosh,” Derek stammered as Stiles dragged him onto the dancefloor at
the office party. Being Superman was all well and good, but good
rhythm obviously wasn’t part of that deal, so the prospect of being
fondly pressured to dance wasn’t exactly a happy one. Even if Stiles
was the one pressuring. Especially if Stiles was the one…
God, Derek could hardly think of a more mortifying prospect than
making an absolute idiot of himself in front of Stiles. Clever,
dedicated, razor-sharp, gorgeous Stiles, who for some reason
seemed to find Derek’s deliberate fumbling around endearing rather
than annoying.
For that alone, Derek couldn’t find it
in himself to refuse Stiles when he was being so sincere about it,
pulling at Derek’s hand with a lopsided and tipsy smile, his eyes
gleaming with fondness. God, Derek was weak.
stiles: *sees derek in a deputy uniform for the first time*
stiles: forgive father for i’m about to sin
stiles: multiple times
stiles: in multiple positions
sheriff: *grabs him by the back of the neck and hauls him away* nope, no you’re not
shealwaysreads 