arrafrost: torakodragon: Oh Stiles, don’t you...

9 Mar 2013

torakodragon:
Oh Stiles, don’t you know? You should let the ink dry before letting your guard down.
((oh you just asked for the trilogy here, Torako- Stiles & Derek falling asleep - The Revenge))
Stiles walked in the door and immediately the light bulb above his head (because it was still debatable that he was a cartoon character) and he knew exactly what had to be done. As silently as possible, he stepped backwards out of the room and scurried to the kitchen, frantically searching through the drawers. It was here. It had to be here. He’d seen his Dad marking things at the kitchen table all the time-
“YOU GOT THE THING!” Stiles exclaimed as loudly as he could in his whispered voice as he stretched his arm up to the ceiling in Link fashion. For in his hand, he held a washable marker. He was going to become the Jigglypuff he had always wanted to be.
There was no holding back the smirk on his face as he crept back to the living room, on his tip toes, shoulders hunched - he had to keep up his creeper image when he was about to make a masterpiece while his boyfriend slept on his couch.
When he got to the couch, he palmed the marker and climbed onto Derek, laying down on his body. Derek shifted in his sleep, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist and pulling him closer like he did when they slept together in Stiles’ bed - before Stiles would have to kick Derek out so his Dad wouldn’t catch them in bed together.
He settled over him, covering his body and held back his snicker when he - as quietly as possible - uncapped the marker. His hand was steady as the black felt tip glided across Derek’s upper lip and Stiles managed to keep it together long enough to pull back and see his masterpiece. Which is when started giggling loud enough that he had to cover his mouth to assure Derek’s sound sleeping.
Except the problem that Derek had werewolf hearing and now it wasn’t a sleepy Derek thing Stiles was moving on top of him in his sleep. It was Stiles’ voice, which meant he was awake, which meant Derek could peak his eyes open in that groggy way that made him appear pissed off beyond all imaginable belief but it was just Derek’s “I just woke up glower” (it didn’t matter that he was a morning person, he always wore that particular glare).
Stiles laughed even harder. That glare combined with the evil villain moustache… priceless. Anything Derek did to punish him was worth it. Nothing Derek could do to him could squash the pure joy he felt in this moment.
Until Derek pried Stiles’ hand off his face and pulled him in to kiss him. A brief, chaste morning kiss that Stiles couldn’t help melting into.
“Enjoy that.”
Stiles furrowed his brows only to have Derek gesture to one of the shelves where a hand mirror stood. One of his mother’s old mirrors that still laid about the house. Stiles eyes widened, “You son of a-” and he scrambled off Derek’s body to lunge across the room and pick up the mirror to see his own, less artful, marker moustache.
“You were awake.”
“You should let the ink dry before letting your guard down.” Derek grinned, the marker making it more sinister than it should be.
Stiles glared at Derek through the mirror… stupid werewolf sense of scent… stupid inability to ever sneak up on Derek… stupid crappier moustache that Stiles was legitimately considering fixing up with his marker because if he was going to be stuck with a fake moustache, it was going to be ten times more epic than Derek’s.

I HAD TO GET OUT OF BED AND TURN ON MY LAPTOP TO REBLOG THIS CORRECTLY.

I did not even realize i kept alternating Stiles and Derek between the couch posts. But now, i must say that we do in fact have a trilogy. An accidental(beautiful) Trilogy.THANK YOU ARRA <3