3 Works in Past Caitlin/Stiles Stilinski
“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”
“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.
“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.
When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.
Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.
Дерек: ты все еще гей?
Дерек: гей. Ты еще гей?
Стайлз: Дерек, какого черта??? Я не гей.
Дерек: ох, значит тебе не нравятся кубики…
Дерек: у меня клевые кубики …(
Стайлз: ты что, только что послал мне грустный смайлик? божееее.
Стайлз: пиздец, ты такой пьяный.
Или история о том, как Дерек напивается первый раз в жизни, и ему действительно не стоило писать Стайлзу смс. Или, может-таки, стоило.
» Derek: are you still gay
« Stiles: what????
» Derek: gay. u still gay?
« Stiles: derek wtf???? I am not gay.
» Derek: oh so you dont like abs…
» Derek: i hav nice abs… :(
« Stiles: did u just text me a sad emoticon oooommmggg
« Stiles: holy shit u r so drunk
In which Derek gets drunk for the first time in his life, and he really shouldn't be allowed to text Stiles. Or maybe he really should text Stiles.