teen wolf au – the one where it starts off with silly presents in lockers and notes on cars and next thing you know, there’s declarations of love and kissing. lots and lots of kissing.
imagine, if you will, young awkward derek going to house parties with his teammates bc that’s just what you do when you’re on a team, it’s expected or some shit.
But he’s so bad at people skills, guys. Just. The worst.
So he always ends up disappearing off alone somewhere. (after the way too public Kate fiasco of freshman year everyone just assumes he’s found someone to hook up with so they let him do his thing, which is fine for him)
Enter Stiles Stilinski, who goes to most of the same parties more despite his teammates’ wishes than bc of them, hopelessly pining after Beacon Hills’ most sought after bad boy, desperately wishing he were one of the people Derek leads to dark corners of various houses.
He’s especially morose one night when he loses sight of Derek at a party after 30 minutes, jesus christ, and Scott’s off trying to chat up the new transfer student and Stiles is just not feeling it so he nicks a bottle of whiskey, ducks under the “off limits” rope, and out into the garage, where he sees Derek inside an open cage, white rabbit in his lap.
And Stiles is speechless for the first time in memory and Derek freezes, caught in the adorable act, mouth hanging slightly open in surprise, so that his two front teeth are peeking out and Stiles does the first thing that comes to mind, which is to say:
“Found your twin, I see.”
“What.” and it’s not a question, the blunt way he delivers it, but it’s a better reaction than he was expecting so he soldiers on.
“Your bunny teeth, dude,” he says, gesturing vaguely in the direction of Derek’s face. “They’re cute.” (cute? Christ, what is wrong with him?)
And Derek flushes, mutters “right, yeah,” gently pushes the rabbit off his lap, makes to go.
And Derek, shock on his face as if he can’t believe what he’s saying either, says quietly, “no. You can stay. It’s fine.”
And Stiles is not about to reject that offer, drops to his knees just outside the cage, scratches the bun lightly behind the ears.
“Why are you out here? Isn’t there someone you would rather be uh. Hanging out with?”
Derek shrugs, eyes fixed on the rabbit. “Not really. I’m not great at parties. I like pets a lot better.”
Stiles hums his agreement, nodding along before something occurs to him.
“Wait. Pets? As in, more than one?”
Derek’s ears go red.
“Do you do this at every party?”
Derek scratches the back of his neck. “At every party where there are pets,” he admits. “Sometimes I hang out with Boyd or Erica.”
Which. Oh. Oh.
“So you don’t hook up at parties?”
“What? No, I– what? Why would you say that?” And Derek looks a little shocked, a lot angry, and Stiles immediately regrets opening his big, dumb mouth.
“Sorry, shit. It’s just some dumb rumor. I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.”
Derek’s silent and hunched over, letting the rabbit nibble on his shoe laces. His hands are balled at his sides.
“Is that what you think of me?” he asks eventually, so quietly that Stiles almost doesn’t catch it.
“I– fuck, yeah, I guess?” Stiles admits. “But I don’t really know you.” Which kinda sucks a lot to admit. “I’m sorry. For assuming.”
“What if you got to know me?” derek asks– snaps, really– the annoyance still coloring his tone.
“I– yeah! I’d like that,” Stiles says.
“Okay, then.”
A little after 2am Scott and Boyd stumble into the garage in search of their missing friends. Scott nearly trips over a forgotten whiskey bottle, startling a rabbit from sleep.
Around a corner, oblivious to the new arrivals, Stiles is leaning over Derek’s shoulder and providing running commentary on his game of fruit ninja while Derek glares and snaps, shut up, Stiles! Let me concentrate!
They end up ducking out of a lot more parties after that.
I honestly don’t understand how this freaking Jeep is still working…
derek came during the night and fixed it for his boyfriend.
Derek is such a thoughtful boyfriend.
Derek creeps back in during the night armed with a toolbox, duct tape galore and a couple gallons of fluids to replenish those lost during the day. He fixes most of the problems, changes the oil once in a while, and leaves notes on the windshield. Sometimes they’re comic strips he clipped out of the newspaper that he found funny and knew Stiles would get a kick out of. Most of the time they’re notes along the lines of “Keep wrecking Roscoe and I’ll rip your throat out… >:(”
So maybe Stiles ‘accidentally’ slits a few hoses, disconnects a few wires and leaves a note of his own, “I miss you.” Then one day, there are no notes save for the last one he left under the wiper blades.
Stiles thinks he screwed up royally. He’s mentally berating himself as he pops the hood of the Jeep when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He damn near gets whiplash as he flails and turns around to stare at a cheshire grin, and mirth-laced eyes of Derek. Stiles sputters, thinking that he might have inhaled a few too many fumes from being under the hood.
Derek’s smile grows even more, eyes soften, “I miss you, too.”
Stiles all but crumbles as he flings himself towards him, whispering a muffled ‘asshole’ as he buries his face in his neck. Derek just holds him that much closer.
“Feeling up for a roadtrip?” Derek barely breathes because Stiles’ deathgrip won’t lessen.
“With you? Always.” Stiles pulls back slightly, eyes glistening, soft lips moist with tears as he cups Derek’s face, capturing his own mouth hungrily. The kiss is filled with relief, love, and hope as their lips dance across another, transcribing a new chapter in their lives. Together.
Stiles being insecure about his body is one of my major headcanons
actually, mostly because I genuinely think Stiles has major self esteem
problems. Actually, there is no denying that, especially in scenes with
his dad. Couple that with the fact we never see Stiles shirtless and boom, thoughts like this start floating around my head.. I mean, if were were to see Stiles half naked, that side of the headcanon could pretty much be thrown out the window because
HELLO
Yeah,
Stiles could still be insecure, insecurity isn’t non-existent just
because you look like THAT, that isn’t how body confidence works, but in
my head Stiles kind of strives to hide his body because he’s maybe
embarrassed by it. He wears clothes that don’t show him off, but hide
him. He changes as fast as possible after practice, not even letting
Scott see him.
He never used to think much about it really.
Scott always shared the same body type as him, but then the werewolf
thing happened and Scott started working out and the abs came easily and
Stiles…well, Stiles is still struggling with the suicide runs.
Everyone he knows is pretty much perfect and while logically Stiles knows there is nothing he has to be ashamed of, that his body is his body and he shouldn’t and doesn’t have
to change it, he can’t help but feel, well, down about it. For all his
talk about wanting sex- and god, does he want it- the thought of being naked while having sex is a different story.
In
clothes he’s fine, and there are very few situations where he has to be
out of them in front of anyone, and while he is constantly reminded of
what he sees as huge body flaws in himself compared to others- pale
skin, an embarrassing amount of moles, more boyish definition than man-
he learns to live with it. He doesn’t even masturbate naked, or in the
light, so really it’s all going pretty well for him. He learns to ignore
the problem, hoping one day it will just magically go away. After all,
that’s his preferred method for most things.
That is until he
starts dating Derek. Derek and him come about out of the blue, really.
Looking back, Stiles sees how it was a long time coming, that both of
them may have been dancing around each other in ignorance for a crazy
amount of time (five years to be exact). But the moment it happens
shocks Stiles’ whole system, taking him completely unaware. One second
they are arguing, and the next Derek is kissing him. It is an angry kiss
and at first Stiles is convinced Derek has gotten so mad at him it was
either kiss him or punch him out of the need to do something, because
words were growing futile at this point, but when Derek pulls back from
him, his eyes scared, hands trembling slightly, Stiles just pulls him
right back in because fucking godammit he knows then. HE KNOWS. Why didn’t anybody tell him he is in love with Derek?
Kissing Derek is fine. More than fine. It’s fan-fucking-tastic. Their mouths fit together like there are fucking meant to be or
something equally as corny. Making out is just as natural and Stiles
isn’t even ashamed to say he has come in his pants more times than he
can count now.
Of course, bliss never lasts forever and when
Stiles moves Derek’s hand away from sliding under his shirt when they
are kissing on Derek’s couch one day to stop him from feeling the skin
there, moving it to his neck instead, Derek pulls away completely from
him rather than just going with the flow.
“What?” Stiles asks, trying to sound annoyed and confused, although he knows exactly what.
“Stiles,”
Derek sighs. “It’s not that I mind going slow. In fact, I really like
slow. But, is something wrong? Every time I try to-” he nods in the
direction of Stiles’ shirt- “you stop me.”
Stiles swallows.
He wants to fight Derek on this, claim he has no idea what he is trying
to get at, but Derek isn’t good with words and Stiles doesn’t feel right
about making Derek work for the answers. Plus, Derek will just hear his
heartbeat beytray his lie anyway, right?
“I hate my body, okay?”
he mumbles, averting his eyes. “And please don’t tell me I have nothing
to hate, or that I am being stupid, because that won’t change anything.
It’ll just make it worse.“
Derek stares at him for a moment,
but Stiles doesn’t meet his eyes to see his expression, holding his
breath instead until Derek finally just whispers “okay”, and goes back
to kissing him, keeping his hands beside Stiles’ head exactly where
Stiles likes them. Stiles knows Derek isn’t just going to let the whole
thing go, but it’s nice to pretend it is that easy while he kisses him
back with everything he has got.
At first, Stiles doesn’t notice the changes Derek starts making. Or rather, the comments
he starts making. The brief kisses followed by phrases like “you’re
beautiful” or stealing a bite of Stiles’ breakfast, cutting off his cry
of protest with something like, “you’re so fucking gorgeous in the
morning”.
Derek is far more playful than he used to be- it’s a
little scary sometimes, but entirely welcome as far as Stiles is
concerned- so Stiles just rolls his eyes when Derek says these kind of
things, not even considering them as compliments, even if they do make
him feel kind of good (in a totally non school girly kind of way, alright?)
That is until Derek starts saying them not so casually.
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