#fauvistfly

Derek decides he might be ready to start dating again, so the pack creates a signal that Derek can use if he ever needs saving from an uncomfortable situation. The signal somehow comes to mean that Stiles will pretend to be Derek's boyfriend. Eventually, Stiles saves Derek so many times that the lines begin to blur.

This one?

Through The Open Window by 74days (complete | 28,661 | E)

More scenes, yes, definitely. I’m always going to want that. And like i said there’s tons of valid reasons for not being entirely happy with the ending that go beyond ‘my sTEVE WOULDN’T HAVE LET BUCKY GET TORTURED *WHINES*’ because really we have zero information on that. 

I foolishly wish for an extended cut with some extra scenes and a bit more Bucky, but all in all I’ve just accepted that for marvel and the general public, Bucky’s pretty much a secondary character and unless it’s cap movies, that’s how relevant they’re gonna make him. It sucks, and I hate it, but it’s sadly how it seems to be… *sigh*

“I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

Derek really had to stop being surprised by people showing up at his loft at all hours. He’d made sure that his pack knew that his doors were always open. Apparently they’d all taken it to heart and they’d all taken it literally.

But still, Stiles shuffling his way into the loft at 2:30 in the morning with his pillow tucked under his arm was a new one.

“I can’t sleep,” Stiles said by way of greeting. “Can I sleep here?”

“Uh,” was Derek’s very articulate response. “Sure?”

Stiles made a beeline straight to the couch. “Awesome.”

Derek closed the loft door and followed him at a slower pace. “Are you…having nightmares again?”

Stiles looked up from where he was getting comfortable on the couch. “What? No. I’m voluntarily sexiling myself. Scott and Kira are, uh, the opposite of quiet. Which is even worse when they’re trying to be quiet.”

Derek stared at him. “It’s two-thirty in the morning.”

“I know.”

“Why are they having sex at two-thirty in the morning?”

Stiles shrugged. “I don’t have a clue, dude. Werewolf-kitsune stamina thing? Bad decision making skills? Scott’s just that lucky?”

“It’s not even a weekend,” Derek said.

“Believe me, I know,” Stiles said. “Hence the reason I am here, because maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to get more than three hours of sleep before I have to be up for work.”

Stiles was a better person than Derek was. Derek would’ve thrown Scott out of the damn apartment. “Well, feel free to crash here. My couch is your couch.” 

“Thanks, dude.” Stiles yawned and flopped back on the couch, burying his face in his pillow. “This might actually be more comfortable than my bed.”

“Definitely quieter at this point, apparently,” Derek said.

Stiles huffed a laugh into his pillow and then lifted his head. “You asked if I was having nightmares.”

Derek stiffened and debated how to answer. Stiles had had nightmares, although they were much less frequent now, and Derek knew what it was like to be unable to sleep from that.

Stiles grinned. “Were you worried about me, big guy?”

Derek sighed and crossed his arms. “Well, I’m not now.”

Stiles dropped his head back to his pillow. “I appreciate that. I worry about you, too, you know.”

“I know,” Derek said quietly.

He and Stiles had gravitated toward each other for a variety of reasons. Originally it hadn’t been by choice; Derek had been trying to keep Scott from getting killed and Stiles, with the same goal, had jumped into the supernatural world with both feet. But over the years, that had changed. Stiles was the first person Derek went to when he needed help with any supernatural research or planning, and just for…fun. When he wanted someone to share dinner with or go to a movie or just hang out. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, he’d become Stiles’s go-to person for the same things.

Derek wasn’t sure what it meant. Or rather, he had some idea of what it meant, and he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Thanks again for letting me crash here, Derek,” Stiles said.

Derek nodded. “Any time,” he said, and meant it.

It felt like they were both on the cusp of something, but edging around the periphery of it right now. That was fine with him. He’d rushed into too many things in his life, and regretted most of them.

YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

lol I’ll let you in on a secret - sometimes I’ll spend a week or so rereading my faves. Not to the point where I want to write them again, but it’s nice to revisit occasionally.

Now fic-wise I’m not really sure where to go from here. It was kind of a basic realization that we don’t see it often. There’s a lot of ‘you need to start dating again’ matchmaking and the occasional high school au where he shouldn't date, but there’s not a lot of 'we know you can handle this yourself but we know it can annoy you and it annoys us too’

So imagine they’re in a public place where Stiles takes one look at Derek and REACTS. his heart beat gets quicker, his hormones do the thing, his breath catches, and for a moment he looks like he’s going to approach. And immediately Laura’s back is up because they can’t go anywhere without SOMEONE finding one of them attractive.

But Stiles doesn’t approach. Maybe he reads Derek’s body language, or maybe it’s just low self-confidence / uncertainty. Either way, Derek is grateful for the reprieve. 

Only it happens again. They meet eyes across a public space, Stiles reacts, Derek notices, but nothing happens.  It’s not exactly rare, and if it gets annoying (ie light stalking) he usually tells the person he’s not interested. By the 3rd or 4th time they glance at each other, Derek realizes that he's been NOTICING the cute guy noticing him. It's odd but interesting, because it’s not tinged with annoyance or frustration.  He’s anticipating it.

And that's where the trouble starts because Derek looks up and meets Stiles's eyes with a vaguely encouraging smile, and Stiles looks startled and confused like 'whooo meeee?'

he's encouraged enough by it to start walking over, only to get waylaid by a very annoyed Hale sister who gives him a lecture on attraction not meaning someone can then force the object of their lust to interact with them. All 'look at him he's clearly uninterested’ - 

( - Typically Derek makes a point to ignore this happening so he does look uninterested but this time he's just staring at them with a grimace on his face.  Stiles looks, Laura doesn’t)

That should be the end of that, but the next time they’re in a public space at the same time, Stiles looks, his heart beat stutters, but he goes out of his way to avoid Derek, and Derek is NOT HAPPY.  Derek likes the cute geeky guy looking at him, it makes him feel nice.  Having him deliberately avoid Derek is the opposite of feeling nice.

So then we get to bathroom make outs because by this point Derek knows: how to avoid someone in public on his own, how to avoid someone in public with a Hale Buffer Zone, how to pick someone up in a bar/coffee shop for sex without the Hale Buffer Zone. What he doesn’t know is: how to date, how to say ‘hi, sorry about my sister. can I buy you a coffee?’

What comes out is a badly phrased come on. Like ‘do you know how many people think i’m attractive every day? my sisters aren’t wrong to stop it (and then he goes on about that for a while with illustrative stories). maybe i can buy you a coffee some time?’

Stiles is like ????what????

very confused. all the confused.

no bathroom make outs that time. he probably gets Derek’s number, a vague attraction boner, and a guilty conscience that means he can’t hit on anyone for the next 3 months.

Next time they see each other, Stiles gets Derek frowning at him with his disappointed eyebrows of doom (and probably a pout that looks more intimidating than sexy) and Cora Hale giving him murder eyes for taking a step towards Derek. So he diverts to the bathroom.

And there you go, that’s when Derek follows him in and they have bathroom make outs.

It will get unnecessarily star-crossed lovers because Derek is having fun dating someone, whether his family knows or not, and Stiles is terrified of all of them, especially considering he doesn’t know Derek well enough to be super in love with him or anything, it’s all still in the superficial stages god he’s about to be stabbed and left to die on the preserve. 

Summary: Somehow, while Derek wasn’t paying attention, Stiles got really hot.

Notes: I forgot that I never made a separate post for this. Inspired by this post by fauvistfly​. (On AO3)

When Stiles comes up the stairs, he finds that every single door and window in the loft is propped open. Derek is leaning in the doorway between the main area and the balcony, and he looks pissed.

The loft is sweltering.

“Dude,” Stiles says, picking absently at the long sleeves of his plaid shirt. “What the hell?”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Some asshole crashed into a pole about a block from here. Took out the electricity.”

Pretty sure this is a standinginanicedress deleted fic

But I have written it!

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