Jealous Derek!
“Stiles… are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Isaac asked skeptically and, to be honest, Stiles didn’t blame him. He really didn’t know what he was doing, not entirely. He had a theory and he had assumptions based on books that were more or less truth but magic was… tricky. There were no real hard facts when it came to magic because every user was different, everyone had their own way of channelling magic and magic responded however the fuck it wanted to to individuals. If magic were a person it would challenge Peter Hale for the Title of Sass in Beacon Hill.
“Yeah, totally. I’ve researched the hell out of this spell and you will be prime undercover material.”
“I’ll be a wolf like him?” Isaac questioned him again, pointing to Derek who was in full Alpha wolf form.
“Not exactly.”
Isaac’s brows furrowed with warning that if this spell didn’t go exactly as Stiles had described, he was going to tear out his entrails when Derek wasn’t looking.
((This is the best thing to have on my dash.))
Derek had been acting weird all day. And not normal, I’m the alpha pretending to brood emotionlessly in the corner because of my dark past while I silently judge you all because Stiles could see through all that. Yeah he had a dark past but Derek was one sarcastic, humor filled bitch when he wanted to be.
Nor was it the stalker type of weird either. Stiles had, unfortunately, gotten used to glancing out of the corner of his eye and spotting Derek lurking in the shadows like some kind of Whedon vampire. He still hadn’t stopped jumping out of his skin whenever he walked into his bedroom and Derek whispered a short greeting from behind his door. Fucking… Stiles was going to have to put up a perimeter around his room - one that electrocuted intruders.
No, this was even weirder. Every time Stiles was around the group, Derek would be staring at him, eyes wide with intent. Stiles ignored it the first time, paying attention to the curls on Lydia’s head as she tried to take control of the crucial meeting that determined which topics they wanted on their pizza for movie night. Before Stiles knew what was happening, Derek was hovering behind him in a ‘I vant to suck yer blood’ fashion. Which was stupid, they didn’t have vampires in Beacon Hills and puppies didn’t drink blood… like that at least. Instead of acknowledging the soft ‘S’ that started to form on Derek’s lips, Stiles moved forward and exclaimed that they were getting the meat lovers because that was clearly the only sensible choice before snuggling himself between Scott and Isaac to keep him safe.
The second time, they were alone in the jeep. Stiles had subtlety protested this arrangement by grabbing the collar of Scott’s shirt and yanking him back to yell loudly in his face, “DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM!” Derek was staring at him, again. “Stiles.” He spoke, determined to get Stiles’ attention, which was placed outside the driver’s window as Stiles tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and whistled to himself. Stiles could feel Derek moving closer, like how you felt a cloud shadowing the sun’s rays, and Stiles tried not to flinch or take notice. But the next ‘Stiles’ that exhaled from Derek’s mouth sent a shiver down his spine. It almost sound like… but that was impossible. That was crazy. Stiles was certifiably insane if he allowed himself to think about that and when Derek moved even closer, so that Stiles could feel his breath on his neck… the phone on Stiles’ lap buzzed with the signal from Scott that it was go time. “Thankjesusfuck!” Stiles muttered audibly under his breath as he practically fell out of the jeep from how fast he scrambled to get away from the confined space he’d been sharing with Derek. Stiles didn’t notice, but Derek’s lips curved into a disappointed frown.
The third time, they were all at the Hale house training on the front lawn. Erica and Isaac were doing their best to team up against Derek while Scott and Boyd grappled and Stiles sat on the porch with his computer on his lap as he organized the archives of the Bestiary. As he did this, he was also studying all the supernatural creatures and formulating plans of defense as he went. When they all took a break, the pups going into the house for water, Derek walked up to where Stiles was stretching his legs on the lawn.
“Stiles.” Derek spoke, his voice rough from the rigorous workout, sweat making his normally slicked back hair cling to his forehead. Stiles bit his lip, looking at the ground, at his shoes as they kicked up dirt, anywhere but Derek.
“Stiles.” This time he sighed the human’s name, as if he was tired - not physically however - more like he was exhausted from Stiles blatantly ignoring his… whatever he was doing. Stiles glanced out of the corner of his eye to see find the werewolf was much closer to him, eyebrows furrowed making him appear angrier and hostile and Stiles’ nerves were starting to get the better of him.
“Stiles!” Derek’s raised voice snapped Stiles into turning his head in Derek’s direction and was surprised (and mildly disturbed) to find their cheeks were practically brushing from their close proximity.
His body was shaking minutely and Stiles hoped Derek didn’t feel him. What was Derek thinking? Was he mad at Stiles for getting himself in danger during that last mission? Was he pissed that Stiles had been ignoring him?
“Want to go out on Friday?”
Stiles froze. Physically and mentally. If he’d been hooked up to a heart monitor the damn thing would have flat-lined. Derek Hale was asking him out, on a date. He’d been a beyond creepy stalker and all he’d wanted to do was…
It took a mere second for Stiles to pull his phone out of his pocket. “Let me check my schedule.” He said nonchalantly, scrolling through the ridiculous amounts of reminders he had to set himself or he’d wind up playing video games for all eternity. Derek didn’t move, his eyes flickered over to the screen that Stiles held for the both of them to see. Other than, ‘WAKE UP’ in the morning, ‘Make Sure Dad Doesn’t Eat Grease’ in the afternoon, and ‘Stink Bomb Scott’s Room’ shortly after that, he was completely free.
“Pick me up at seven?” Stiles asked, glancing at the too close and blurry image of Derek out of the corner of his eye. “And um… you can remove your face from my face until after you buy me dinner.”
"you can remove your face from my face until after you buy me dinner.”
Playing with pixels
The wind rustled the fur of the large black wolf as he howled out across the field. Next to him, the energetic young fox struggled to stay still. His paws desperate for the feel of the dirt flying from beneath his paws as he ran, for the wind to be wiping past him… and then the wolf’s call ended. He growled playfully and they were off. The race began as the wolf lunged forward, his long legs carrying him farther than the fox could hope, but the fox was swift and quick on his feet. He caught up in no time and was skirting between the wolf’s feet as they ran, yapping happily as they chased each other through the field in the warm Spring sun.
.
“I still don’t understand why we’re wearing these sweaters.” Derek grumbled, staring down at where Stiles’ fox hand clasped Derek’s false paw. “I’m already a wolf and why are you-“
“Because I had a dream and we’re adorable. Shut up and go with it.” Stiles chastised, smiling as he walked hand in hand with Derek down the hallway to the living room. He loved the idea of being a fox, not that he would want to be anything other than human but maybe he could work his magic when he was powerful enough to do a bit of shapeshifting.
“Also, why are we holding hands? That’s another thing that doesn’t quite make sense.”
Lydia snickered as the two costumed individuals walked into the room, winking her approval at Stiles. Jackson scoffed and rolled his eyes, to which Stiles stuck his tongue out in response. Not the most mature response but he was allowed to be a sweet, little fox right now.
“Aww you two are so cute.” Allison chimed from Scott’s lap.
“Gaaay.” Scott smirked.
Stiles grinned up at Derek, squeezing his hand tighter in his own. They’d been skirting around their growing intimacy for weeks and this was one way to throw it in Derek’s face that they were more than just friends. “Because that.”
Thunk
Months had gone by. Months without seeing his face, hearing his voice, smelling his earthy and musky werewolf human scent that Stiles placed somewhere between sandalwood and wet dog.
He didn’t even like him. Derek Hale was an annoying and bossy alpha that didn’t know what he was doing. He’d be thrust into a role that he never expected to attain at the worst possible time and he handled it badly. Not that Stiles could say much more for himself but he’d scored quite a few goals during that lacrosse match he was tossed into last minute.
Now he was gone. Not even Scott had caught a whiff of him for the longest time and Stiles felt his skin crawl with anxiety. There was no one to tell him he wasn’t needed, no one to throw him up against a wall, no one to threaten to leave dying on the side of the road only to get bullied into possibly sawing off that someone’s limb, no one to challenge him.
Scott was his best friend, for life, for as long as he could remember. He was there for him and he took the balls Stiles threw as hard as he could across the field at him any time Stiles got himself worked up. But there was something missing that Scott couldn’t give him…
It came to the point where Stiles would go for long walks in the woods on his own, a thought deep in his mind that he would never admit to having kept urging him on. “Maybe Derek will magically show up in front of you. Like the first day you met him.”
Only weeks passed and Derek didn’t show up. Stiles sat in the woods on a rock, carving away absentmindedly at a rock with his pocket knife and not once did Derek Hale saunter by with his brooding quality that Stiles may or may not have found attractive once or twice.
…
“Stiles.” Was all he said the first moment they saw each other in the woods, where Stiles constantly found himself waiting for hours. Derek probably smelled Stiles all around the clearing, considering how often the boy ended up sitting here, throwing rocks at the target on the tree he’d carved to pass the time.
Stiles blinked at him when he turned around. Truth be told, he heard him coming first. As stealthy as Derek was, any time he was around… Stiles’ hair stood on end, he got a feeling in his stomach, the deities themselves alerted him of Derek’s presence… well probably not that but he knew he was there and he’d testify to that.
He’d turned his body around on the large rock he’d been sitting on long enough to make his butt checks numb to the point where he wouldn’t risk standing up and looking like more of an idiot than usual.
Stiles simply stared at Derek, who stared back at him. Eyes locked and Stiles didn’t try to convince himself that Derek couldn’t hear his heart beating a mile a minute. Instead he glanced down at the stone gripped tightly in his hand. Over the months he’d successfully carved an incredibly visible “I miss you” into the rock. Now he clutched it, glancing between the rock and the man, both of which he knew he cherished but sacrifices had to be made… on both ends.
It had been months. Stiles arm rose without his full awareness.
Derek’s lip curled up, flashing his fangs as a warning. “Stiles, I swear if you-“
Thunk. The rock his him square in the forehead even though he probably had enough time to dodge. Stiles wasn’t fazed by the deadly glare he was receiving, he simply stood up, played off the limp he possessed from his very asleep ass by brushing off his pants, and started walking away.
“Serves you right, sourwolf.”
Stiles didn’t hear any protests, only the soft footsteps as Derek followed him home.
Wolf Derek and Fox stiles doodles.
Derek didn’t know how it happened but he was rather unimpressed with the new weight on his shoulders, or more specifically his head. The small fox had been following him around the entire day after his run through the woods. Some kids had been picking on the tiny fox, throwing rocks at it and still it didn’t back down or run away. It snarled and growled in vain as the kids were not intimidated by a bright orange fox.
Derek decided to step in and scar off the children, one howl and the children dropped their rocks and took off running in terror. Derek chuckled lowly, as he watched them scatter and he was amused right up until a fluffy tail full of volume caressed his muzzle. He glanced down to see the fox snuggling up to him, eyes grateful as he sauntered around in front of him.
From that moment, the coy little fox hadn’t left his side. Even though Derek, at one moment, sprinted through the forest as fast as he could. He stopped, out of breath and rested against a tree only to wake up with a tiny fox asleep on top of his head.
Derek sighed, irritation seeping into him as the fox’s paw slid down to his muzzle.
…
A week went by and the fox, now known to him as Stiles, still wouldn’t leave him alone and Derek wouldn’t admit it… but he was starting to get attached to the little guy. He was playful and sweet, always getting stuck in logs that he thought he could run through only to cry and whine until Derek came and pulled him out by his tail. At first Derek was annoyed by the constant attention that Stiles required, but it was when Derek was confronted by a pack of fellow wolves that he realized how important this small, hyper-active fox was to him.
When Derek caught up to him, the other wolves circled him in a clearing when Stiles had run too far ahead of Derek. Derek snarled immediately because he knew what their looks meant, what their body language signalled… But what triggered him was how Stiles was cowering in the center, head looking around cautiously as his little body shook, his normally beautiful and puffy tail tucked down in submission and fear. Instantly, Derek was jumping over the pack and into the dangerous ring where he settled himself over Stiles’ smaller body. Stiles startled at first, expecting the worst but when he realized what had happened, he calmed down, putting his full trust in his wolf.
After a heated round of growls and a threatening bite near the muzzle of the pack’s Alpha, the pack dissipated. Once they were completely out of sight and scent, Derek stepped away from Stiles but the small fox didn’t move from his spot. His frame was shivering and his ears were flat. Without thinking about it, Derek settled down next to him, curling his body around the back of Stiles’ body and resting his head on the fox’s shoulders. Derek thought he heard Stiles purr.
…..
Now the two were inseparable. Derek couldn’t go anywhere without Stiles, nor did he want to. They wandered the woods together, slept together, Derek found them food and protected them from predators (more specifically Stiles). Derek’s life would never be the same because he couldn’t picture it without a bright splash of color rolling and jumping around him.
Like he was doing now.
The playful fox scrambled around Derek and while Derek was fast… the damn fox was swift and sly and cunning. He sprang forward quicker than Derek could bring his paw down as they bounced around the clearing. Every time Derek got close to capturing Stiles, the little fox somehow managed to dodge him. He jumped off Derek’s back, nipped at his tail before taking off again, wiggling his own tail to taunt him as he hide behind a tree only to pop out of a bush on the other side of the clearing seconds later.
So Derek waited in the center, sat himself down and began licking his paw with indifference. He stopped looking around for Stiles, didn’t run after him even as the orange fox sauntered in a circle around him. It wasn’t until Stiles came up to him, sniffing cautiously to see if he’d done anything wrong did Derek pounce, pushing the little fox to the ground and settling on top of him. Even though Stiles was highly amused, still laughing it up, Derek was the winner. He’d always be the winner if Stiles was with him.
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I made a documentary.
“The wolf, a master hunter, crouches and waits to move closer to its prey, a young buck.” Derek whispered from his spot on the window sill behind Stiles. Stiles was busy studying because he had a test tomorrow and the Sheriff wanted him to get above a ‘C’ or else Derek wouldn’t be allowed to come over for a month.
“One wrong move, and the buck becomes alert.” Derek’s voice maintained the low level as he crept further into the room, one foot on the floor to brace himself
Stiles lifted his head from his text book, shoulders straight with suspicion. Not a second later, Stiles shook his head and shrugged. “Man… I am going crazy from Math… hearing things… Dad’s probably just watching some boring documentary.”
Derek smirked, “Deciding not to take any chances, the wolf attacks.” He lunged forward, catching Stiles off guard as he dove against his chest and pushed them back.
“OH MY GOD, DEREK!” Stiles screamed as they fell backwards, the chair thudding loudly on the floor, no doubt alerting the Sheriff to the chaos currently going on in Stiles’ room.
“He shows little mercy.” Derek continued to narrate as his fingers pushed up Stiles’ shirt and danced over his sensitive skin.
Stiles starts laughing immediately, “NO STOP! NO TICKLES!” He cries in protest, trying to kick and push Derek off of him but it’s no use.
“The wolf goes in for the kill.” Derek growls against Stiles’ ear, tickling him into submission and a fit of hysterical laughter.
“The Dad’s going in for the kill if the wolf doesn’t let his son study.” Sheriff Stilinski stood in the doorway, expression serious and arms crossed in the most unamused manner possible.
Derek stopped immediately, backing away from Stiles and bowing his head in shame as he got up and made his way back to the window. “Sorry, sir. I’ll let Stiles continue studying.”
“Good choice.” The Sheriff nodded, eyes following Derek was he crept back out the window and Stiles couldn’t help imagining his tail tucked between his legs.
Stiles sighed from the floor. “Saved by the Dad. I am never going to get over how much Derek’s intimidated by you.”
“It’s a gift.” The Sheriff smiled, all traces of his previous strictness dissipating. “Now get back to work or no Derek, cowering or not.”
“Aye, aye sir! As soon as I’m able to move, sir!” Stiles saluted his father and grinned. Sometimes he loved his life, even if his back was going to be bruised from that impact…
Pleasant Surprise [Sterek drabble]
Birthday present for the ever wonderful torakodragon. Congratulations on being so young and making me feel SO OLD. You get wolf!Derek fluff :D
The day hadn’t been as bad as Stiles had expected. He spent the whole week before his birthday worried about how shitty it was going to be to have his birthday away from home at university. Except it wasn’t.
He started the day off with a phone call from his Dad, wishing him a happy birthday and telling him the typical things that one said to their son when they turned twenty-one. Stressing, of course, not to go out and get plastered simply because he was of legal age now.
OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH<33333
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
arrafrost said:I really want to see your reaction when someone asks for NSFW content xD
Imagine this:
Friend: Hey Torako, i dare you to draw a penis on the desk.
Me: Pshh, Okay.
hng…
