this is a really difficult post for me to write. i’m hugely embarrassed and i wish to god i didn’t have to make this post but i don’t know what else to do.
i can’t get into specifics — and, i’m sorry, but i really don’t want to get into specifics either, it’s…
All of the truths
April 23, 1564: William Shakespeare Is Born
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HAPPY SHAKESPEARE DAY
I’m all like, should I watch the Bletchley Circle? And then I see it’s been cancelled already. Fucking hell.
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An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures
The show is called ‘All or Nothing’
Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is…
(I haven’t gotten to write in weeks and weeks. Don’t deny me some first time boys making out. Feelings!)
Stiles drops the bottle of Coke to the floor of the car and clutches at Derek’s shoulder. The leather gives under his fingertips, softer than he expects, somehow, even…[cut for length][cut for length]
(Imagine barely grasping your new werewolf powers and then realizing your best friend and scary Derek Hale are *aroused* around each other and it’s the 1950s/early 1960s and you don’t even have words for that that aren’t terrible or mocking, but you are Scott and you love your best friend and you refuse to even think anything terrible or mocking about him?)
(Also I feel like Scott and Stiles really did play Hardy Boys growing up and ain’t nothing is going to get Stiles off this case, not even giant angry werewolves.)
Derek tries to pull back but Stiles tightens his grip and though Derek is clearly so much stronger, he stays.
"I’m not going to tell anyone," Stiles tells him seriously. His voice only breaks a little at what he says next. "I’m good with secrets. All kinds of secrets."
He doesn’t know if he should consider this holding hands, if holding hands is even something boys did together, but if those dirty poems were written by ancient Greeks and Romans than this kind of queer stuff has been around for a very long time, and hand-holding shouldn’t be outside the realm of possibility. If werewolves are real then lots of other things can be real too. He believes it so much he says it.
"Stiles." Derek answers with his name. It’s not an argument. Stiles is familiar with Derek’s arguments. And his growling. And the way he pushes Stiles away when he thinks he’s protecting him.
"I didn’t even get to kiss you," Stiles complains, as serious as a heart attack. "That other," for one word only he lowers his voice even more, "*werewolf* could have killed you." He has questions about that healing but more important matters must be dealt with first. "And you didn’t even kiss me."
He cracks at that, jumping forward to get their mouths together, expecting the worst, but Derek comes closer to meet him and catches Stiles with his mouth open, mid-gasp.
The bars are cold and in the way. Derek remains out of reach despite how Stiles can feel his heat, but Derek inhales sharply when Stiles nudges his mouth open and pants for him, and the stubble half the town thought made Derek look dangerous rasps and tickls against Stiles’ palm.
Stiles gave a shiver, long and low, and swept his eyes closed as he does it again, touches Derek’s cheek, presses their mouths together. Derek’s breath mingles with his in a way that makes him warm but not nearly as warm and Derek ending the kiss just run his nose over Stiles’ cheek.
"Nothing is going to hurt you." Derek’s got a sweet, even voice when he’s not a creature of the night. He’s strong, stronger than any athlete at school. He fixes cars and saves lives. And he makes Stiles dizzy when he talks like that. "But you should go. It’s better," he continues, and pulls back.
He’s also a candyass dipstick.
Stiles opens his eyes just to glower at him.
I keep dozing off, so it’s officially my bedtime, but I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.
At some point Derek should get pissed and call Stiles ‘Nancy Drew’, and Stiles gets all indignant and draws himself up tall and says, “Excuse you, I am a Hardy Boy!”, because he has Scott and they are a team. A team of BOYS. YEAH.
(SCOTT! So supportive of Stiles and Derek once he manages to wrap his head around it! Because you know he just wants Stiles to be happy, and Derek’s not the bad guy that the town tries to make him into. He doesn’t want to know what they do together in bed, but he makes a point of pulling Stiles aside and letting him know that Scott’s house is a safe space for him and Derek to be affectionate if they want. It’s only fair after the way Scott and Allison behaved in front of Stiles, right?)
Ha it’s okay. There’s no endgame for this. Like, they have to solve a murder, well, murders, now. And Scott has to learn to control his powers. And Stiles has to get ready for college and the sock hop (where he goes, has some spiked punch, and then sneaks away to snuggle Derek in the woods and do sinful, unnatural things that they both enjoy. And maybe something really sappy like dancing together with no music. Because Stiles knows how to dance, as we discussed this morning.)
And meanwhile they should totally lose any and all V-cards in those roomy backseats and on that one I might need detail. CARDIGANS. BOWTIES. LEATHER JACKETS. IMPATIENTLY REMOVED FROM SQUIRMING, HOT BODIES WITH MUCH HASTE. TRYING TO STAY QUIET.
THEN HANDJOBS AT THE DRIVE-IN. PEOPLE DISAPPROVING THAT THE HALE BOY HAS BECOME FRIENDS WITH THE SHERIFF’S SON.
And you know, stuff.
Quick research on Fifties slang for the sake of fanfic. Of course.
To all my new people, newish people, yeah, this long back and forth story writing thing happens sometimes. I keep meaning to invent a tag for it so you can block it and I never do. Sorry not sorry.
Edit: I will try to remember to at least tag this for teen wolf this time though.
okay but what if Steve didn’t know many slang terms for hetero sex because he hit puberty surrounded by queer culture and oKAY LOOK, FONDUE SOUNDS LIKE IT COULD BE SLANG FOR THAT SHIT. IT MADE SENSE TO HIM AT THE TIME. THE FUCK DID YOU WANT FROM HIM; HE KNOWS LIKE TWELVE DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY ‘BACK-ALLEY BLOWJOB’ BUT THAT SHIT ISN’T APPLICABLE HERE, IS IT