Stiles stared at the greeting card in his hands. Hard. “Well,” he swallowed, unsure of what his lineaments were doing. “Thanks, I suppose?” Now, that surely was something he hadn’t been expecting, especially coming from Derek.
Beside him, from where he had been leaning against the back of the couch, Jackson emitted a strangled noise. “Bleach,” he whined, pawing at Lydia’s arm. “I need bleach and so much rum.”
Lydia patted his arm in a loving gesture, though she giggled anyway because seriously, Peter, you brighten my days. “Come on, honey,” she chirped, eyeing their Alpha in what unmistakably was a devilish and utterly amused look. “I’m sure Derek didn’t mean for us to see it. He probably just mixed the cards up while packing Stiles’ new dild-“
“Aaaand I’m out!” Scott interrupted her right before quickly fleeing from the room. Boyd, Erica and Isaac followed him a second later, because Derek was literally bristling now, a dark, growling sound raising from his chest as he snatched the black and white card from Stiles’ hands.
Three. Two. One. Kaboom.
Stiles was able to pinpoint with frightening accuracy the moment when Derek’s teeth started elongating, deep lines twisting his face as his voice grew darker, wilder. “Peter!” he roared, paper crumpling in his fist as the house trembled around them.
“You should thank me I didn’t choose the one about knotting!” Peter’s voice called from the kitchen. And then the back exit door slammed behind him because Peter of course was smart enough to know when it was time to beat a hasty retreat.
It didn’t take much before Derek was out of the room and chasing after his uncle and Jackson and Lydia were sneaking up the stairs, probably to hide from whatever sort of carnage was just about to go down in the Hale’s property.
“Uh,” Stiles muttered, licking his lips and trying to ignore the totally inappropriate boner tenting his pants. “Merry Christmas to you too, guys.”
sterek shuffle meme - your heart is an empty room by death cab for cutie
[stiles solving the mystery of the hale fire]
the flames and smoke climbed out of every window
and disappeared with everything that you held dear
Sleeping beauty AU? I can has?
“I’m not doing it!” Scott yelped. “No way! You do it!”
“I—” Stiles shook his head, jittery, and then squared his shoulders and said, “Okay, fine.”
“Fine,” Scott said. Derek slept on, slumped on the floor where they’d found him, chest rising and falling slowly. “Do it.”
“Gimme a minute,” Stiles said. He knelt down next to Derek. “Derek,” he said, pretty loudly, even though they’d tried that already, tried shaking him awake and dumping water over his head and just letting him sleep (“Maybe he just really needs a nap,” Scott had said doubtfully,) “I’m gonna kiss you if you don’t wake up,” he said. Derek didn’t move; his lashes were dark against his cheeks, mouth soft.
“Just do it—” Scott said, from somewhere behind him, “The alphas could come back, they’re probably coming back—”
“Okay!” Stiles said. “Can you—just—turn around or something!”
“I can’t do it if you’re watching,” Stiles said. “It’s weird.”
“Yeah, that’s what’s weird,” Scott said, but Stiles heard him shuffling around. He took a breath—
“Hurry up,” Scott said.
“Shut up,” Stiles said, and leaned forward, touched his lips to Derek’s softly, the space of an exhalation. “It didn’t work,” he said.
“Really?” Scott said. “But the witch said—”
“I know what the witch said,” Stiles said loudly. “It didn’t work.”
“Maybe you didn’t do it right,” Scott said, now leaning over his shoulder, staring at Derek’s closed eyes. “Maybe you—”
“I know how to kiss someone,” Stiles said.
“Did you French him?” Scott said.
“I’m just saying, it sounded—short,” Scott said. “I think you should French him, you know—with tongue—”
“Yeah, I got it,” Stiles said.
“Okay,” Scott said, backing off, hands in the air. “I’m just—I’m—I’ll wait in the other room.”
“Fine,” Stiles muttered. “Fine.” Derek’s eyes moved beneath his pale bruise smudged eyelids, dreaming. Stiles scrubbed his hands down over his knees and took a nervous breath, bent in again, cupped the fine-cut edge of Derek’s jaw in his palm and kissed him awake, Derek’s lips parting beneath his, his hands coming up, fingers in Stiles’ hair, an unreadable flicker of emotion in his eyes when Stiles sat back and broke the kiss.
“Seriously, just put your tongue in his mouth so we can—oh,” Scott said, coming back in. “So. It worked.”
“yeah,” Derek said, voice rusty.
“He’s thrashing about in here. You’ve got a fighter in this one.”
I know Teen Wolf is pretty gay sometimes.
But damn it tumblr, why do you have to make it uber gay?
You know what’s funny? We didn’t make this more gay.
That is the actual scene.
Yep. Just like this.
This is all Jeff’s doing. Not Tumblr. heheheh
and the cast definitely doesn’t help
Beep beep. Who’s got the keys to Stiles’ jeep? Vroooooom.
Check Derek’s pants…
AFTER ELTON PLS