Mae’s Corner

he’s chilling in the loft with stiles one day as they catch up. he’s expressing his frustration at his lack of inspiration, starting with the simple sentence “i’ve been in a rut lately.” but stiles mishears him. he thinks he said “i’ve been in rut lately,” thinking alpha werewolf derek is in rut.

stiles’ eyes widen as he stammers out, “uh, you need some help with that, big guy?” derek nods appreciatively. help would be much needed. he’d like to write another chapter this week—

suddenly stiles kisses him out of nowhere, seemingly. but derek kisses back easily, and one thing leads to another, and it’s only after a couple rounds of very enthusiastic sex that the miscommunication clears up between them with some red faces and bashful looks.

it doesn’t prevent them from going for another round or two, though.

Girl!Stiles who hates the idea of being with a man. Girl!Stiles who meets Girl!Derek in the woods after Scott’s bitten and immediately has the hots for the sexy but tormented girl in the Woods.

Girl!Derek who was never out about her sexuality but was still targeted and abused by Kate. Kate who promised the world to Derek and gave her her first lesbian experience, who gave Derek the context to realize she was a lesbian and not straight.

When girls!Sterek get together, it’s quiet. Stiles is used to being tormented for her sexual preferences, and closeted Derek whose last relationship ended with her family dead.

Not that Derek knows its a reward. He offered to do it for Erica too, because she's healing from an alpha swipe, but Boyd said he'd take care of it.

So now Stiles is in the shower and the warm water is trickling down, and Derek is using his claws to scrub witch blood out of Stiles' scalp ever so gently.

"That feels nice." He murmurs. Melissa may have given him a painkiller that may or may not have him feeling loopy as hell.

"Good." Derek says shortly.

"Wish we could be like this for real." Stiles says, leaning all the way back so his head is cradled in the line of Derek's shoulder.

Derek's hands stop.

"What?"

"Shhh..." Stiles says, flapping his wrapped arm a little when he almost slips on the shower's slick surface.

Derek wraps an arm tightly around Stiles' waist. "Be careful."

"Be careful with me," Stiles says, eyes drifting to Derek's face. "You know I like you."

Derek's breath catches. Stiles can feel it, the way his chest freezes. He wonders idly if this is how werewolves feel, sensing every skipped heartbeat.

"You like me too?" Derek whispers.

"What's not to like?" Stiles' eyes slide closed, and he drifts away, dreaming of claws rasping gently, of arms carrying him, and a low voice rumbling, filled with despair and wonder.