Anonymous asked: STEREK PROMPT: could u write a fic on deputy Parrish flirting with stiles and derek gets jealous?
So sorry this took so long!! Hope you enjoy, anon :)
The red and blue lights start flashing when they’re careening down a back road and there’s a band of rabid fairies somewhere behind them and Derek is bleeding in the passenger seat.
"Fuck," Stiles says.
"Keep driving," Derek grits out, which is pretty much the worst idea ever and definitely a thing that Stiles will not be doing.
"Stiles!" Derek snaps as he starts to slow down. "Keep. Driving."
"We are not getting arrested tonight," he hisses, eyes flicking to the rear view mirror again. "Shut up and look innocent."
It takes them two weeks to switch Scott and Derek back. Two weeks of Derek in Scott’s body, going through the motions of his life, and it’s surprisingly easy in some ways. He passes three tests in different classes with near to perfect scores and lacrosse practices go smoothly, so no, it isn’t that difficult to blend in while they prepare to switch them back.
What’s hard is watching Stiles. It’s like he’s seeing a side of the kid he’s never bothered to before—and that has to be what it is, even if no one else seems to notice it either—which is why he finds himself sticking up for him to Mr. Harris. He’s watched and listened to that damn chemistry teacher single out and berate Stiles day after day, and nobody says anything. Stiles has almost the whole pack in that class with him, and nobody says anything. Apparently, not even Scott. That Danny kid actually smirks a little, he doesn’t know why everybody thinks he’s such a nice guy.
So Derek snaps, because he can do that in Scott’s body, emotion is expected of him, because nobody seems to notice the flicker of hurt and unhappiness that crosses Stiles’ face when Harris drawls his name out so condescendingly, no one notices the slight souring of his scent or the way his shoulders hunch in on themselves before Stiles can stop them, and Derek can admit he hasn’t been the nicest guy to Stiles. He has his reasons. But he can also admit that Stiles has pulled through for him repeatedly, and Derek’s not going to throw the word trust around yet—maybe never—but he cares about him. He’s never denied that to himself. So he yells at Harris, and lands them both a seat in the principal’s office, waiting to be seen.
“At least the principal isn’t Gerard anymore,” Stiles mutters, not looking at Derek. He hasn’t looked at Derek since Harris ordered them out of the room, although the tips of his ears seem to be getting redder.
“Small favors,” Derek says back, which finally get him a look from Stiles—wide, startled eyes, the beginning twitches of a surprised grin that he returns when Stiles almost tentatively knocks their shoulders together.
“Thanks for sticking up for me.”
Derek shrugs, and doesn’t move away.
THIS IS THE BEST SURPRISE EVER.
HIS POMP I CAN’T. TO PERF. TOO PERF.
Remember when someone wrote a little fic on my fanart
Stiles slumps low in the booth and lets his eyes drift slowly closed. “C’mon,” Scott says, soft, somewhere hovering above him. “Don’t punk out on me before you’ve at least had one drink, baby. We’re celebrating! Stiles! Seriously.”
"We’re celebrating you,” Kira says, much closer and much more petulant. “Wake up, asshole.”
“‘m awake.” Stiles props his eyes open and struggles into something that more closely resembles a seated position. “Sorry. It was a long first day.”
"But good, right?" Scott nudges a beer across the table and slides into the booth next to Kira, slinging an arm around her shoulders.
"Yeah," Stiles says. "It was good."
"You look good, anyway." Isaac smirks across the table at him. Stiles tugs self-consciously at the knot of his tie. He’s come to like it, actually, almost, the heavy weight of the silk slick and solid, always just at hand. He’s still not wild about being apprenticed to the only emissary in the state of California who insists on business casual in the office— this morning, wriggling into stiff raw denim pants and buttoning the cuffs on each shirtsleeve he appreciated Deaton’s ripped jeans and constant, fine dusting of cat hair more than he ever thought possible. But it’s livable. Isaac is really excited to have someone he can educate about the finer points of menswear. It’s almost cute enough to make the clothes themselves bearable.
"You do, um," someone says over Isaac’s shoulder. Derek is hovering there, uncertain, empty-handed and shy. "You look nice."
Tomodachi no hanashi - yamakawa aiji
Sometimes, even without saying a word… one’s feelings can be expressed.
Oh I do that too! Imagine Malik sings songs I have on my Mp3Player. Sometimes He and Altair sing in duet :D
I’m not the only one! *brofist*
I also imagined a whole AssCreed Band AU with Altair as the Frontman and Malik as the Bassist and Backingvocalist. If someone ever wrote it down it would be like a 50k words ff. But let’s be honest, the AC Characters with an instrument is like the hottest thing ever