Today's fic is #SterekCrayons! The five colours I picked are pink, red, black, yellow and green :) I'm not sure what everyone else is doing for this day, but I decided to use colour meanings as the inspiration for my fic. So, this fic is 5 chapters long and each chapter is based on a different colour; all chapters have been written and I will post them all today. There was a few ways that I wanted to make this fic longer, but with only a few weeks to write 5 fanfics (I didn't want to write a fluffy fic and my idea for the Hunter Moon fell through) while running 2 Sterek IG accounts, making my own Sterek AUs, making my Halloween cosplay and keeping up with my Uni work… I just didn't have the time.
Pink - love and friendship
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Stiles spent his Saturday as he did most days, sitting in the Hale house and pining over his best friend while they played video games. Stiles was particularly busy listening to the musical tone of Derek's laughter that day. It had been a while since he had last heard Derek laugh, ever since Derek's girlfriend, Paige, was attacked by animals and died a few months ago. It's not like Stiles could blame Derek for feeling so sad and sullen after the attack, he was just happy that his best friend seemed to be going back to normal.
And maybe Stiles was getting a bit distracted by Derek's smile… not as bright as it used to be, but still beautiful. And maybe that meant that he had to respawn his onscreen character more often than normal. But it's not like anyone knew, so it didn't matter.
At least, Stiles didn't think anyone knew. Stiles was staring wantonly at the curve of Derek's lips when Cora walked into the living room. Derek's little sister was only about a year younger than Stiles and they usually got on fine. But today they must have been taking up the TV for too long because Cora sighed in annoyance.
"My God! Why don't you two just go have sex already?!" Cora snarked and Stiles froze. He sharply turned his gaze from watching Derek, dreamily, to staring blankly at the TV screen and refusing to look anywhere else. But Derek didn't seem even slightly effected by his sister's remark.
"Cora, just because you want to have sex with your best friend, doesn't mean that's how all friendships are. Derek's dismissal was short and simple… and it shouldn't hurt Stiles as much as it did. Stiles' chest squeezed tightly as Derek went on to tease his younger sister with her crush on Lydia Martin. Stiles knew that Derek was straight… but, still, having any Stiles-related romantic feelings dismissed so casually hurt.
Stiles stood up suddenly, interrupting whatever Derek and Cora were bickering about.
"I, erm… I have to go," Stiles stammered out and Derek frowned up at him. "I'm sorry, I just… I just remembered that I have to go help my Dad with something. He's going to be pissed if I don't turn up," Stiles muttered as he reached down and hurriedly picked up his jacket and car keys. "I should go, like, right now. But I'll talk to you later?" Stiles asked as he rushed towards the door, catching a glimpse of Cora's grin as he went.
"Yeah, okay, I'll text you later!" Derek called after him as Stiles rushed out the living room. He wasted no time in leaving the Hale house and clambering into his jeep to speed home. It was only mid-afternoon and Stiles' Dad had probably wouldn't be back from work for another few hours, so when Stiles got home he slowly climbed the stairs to his bedroom and threw himself down on his bed, staring at nothing in particular.
Stiles ran his hands over his eyes and sighed, having a crush on your best friend was hard work! Who was he supposed to talk to about the lack of progress towards anything resembling a romantic, and hopefully sexual, relationship with Derek Hale?! Stiles felt no real urge to read a book or watch TV so he continued to lie on his bed, and daydream of a life where Derek was gay and they were happily fucking each other every night, as the minutes ticked on by. He was just considering masturbating to one of his favourite fantasies that involved Derek, whipped cream and mild bondage, when there was a knock on the front door.
Stiles groaned in annoyance and dragged himself up off his bed to go answer the door, adjusting himself ever so slightly in his pants as he walked. When he opened the door, he was shocked to find Derek standing there. Stiles' heart began to beat rapidly and his face heated up as he realised that Derek was going to put together that Stiles had lied about needing to help his Dad… that's if he didn't know already.
"Hey," Derek smiled and Stiles tried to smile back. "Can I come in?" Stiles looked back into the house over his own shoulder and shrugged as he couldn't come up with a reason why Derek couldn't go inside.
"Erm, sure..." Stiles said quietly and stepped aside to let Derek in. "I've got a few minutes before my Dad gets back… he's at the shop," Stiles lied, hopefully it was convincing. Derek looked uncertain as he stood in the corridor of Stiles' home. He seemed almost… nervous? "So, what's up?" Stiles asked as the silence began to wear at him.
"Cora told me something after you left…" Derek started to say and then paused momentarily. Stiles' heart was beating so hard against his ribcage that his chest was beginning to hurt slightly. Stiles rubbed the heel of his hand against his sternum as he swallowed heavily. Cora knew. She knew about Stiles' crush. Stiles had wondered for a while if she did or not… just the way she looked at him sometimes made Stiles feel paranoid. But she did, she knew… and now she had told Derek.
"What did she tell you?" Stiles asked. He didn't want to lose Derek. He was Stiles' best friend and one of the few people Stiles truly cared about.
But if he was going to lose him… he'd prefer to just get it over with. Stiles, not for the first time, cursed his ridiculous crush. Derek was here to tell Stiles that they shouldn't spend as much time together anymore and it was all because Stiles couldn't stop fantasising about Derek as he touched his dick.
"Do you like me?" Derek asked after a moment of staying silent. Stiles was going to just laugh and say 'yeah dude, you're my best friend' and hope that Derek would leave it at that and assume his sister was just messing with him. But maybe Stiles didn't want to keep hiding this… it was exhausting. And if Derek started to avoid him after finding out the truth, well, it was Derek's loss. Stiles was a catch. While he still had the will to do it, Stiles took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do," Stiles said with his head held high. But Derek didn't react the way that Stiles had expected him to. The second the words had left Stiles' mouth, Derek was launching himself forward. He grabbed Stiles' face in his hands and brought their lips together in a quick and messy kiss
Stiles wasn't expecting it, he almost pulled back in shock before his brain kicked in and screamed at him to not move away. Stiles pulled himself as close to Derek as he could get and gasped when Derek nibbled at his bottom lip, eyes flickering open for a moment before closing again.
Derek took the opportunity that Stiles presented and delved his tongue inside Stiles' open mouth. Stiles tentatively brushed his own tongue against Derek's in return. Stiles tried to keep up with Derek, who was much more experienced when it came to kissing, and attempted to imitate his movements. One of Derek's hands slipped to hold Stiles' waist as the other continued to cradle his face. Stiles wanted to stay this way forever. But, eventually, he had to pull away before he ran out of air. Once he did, Stiles realised his hands were fisted into the front of Derek's leather jacket and reluctantly moved them.
"Well, that was… unexpected," Stiles breathlessly muttered as he took a small step back so they weren't crowding each other's space. "I didn't know you were bi."
"Pansexual," Derek corrected and Stiles nodded. "Look, I should… I should go," Derek said and Stiles' head shot up from where he was timidly looking at the floor to stare at Derek. Stiles worried that he'd done something wrong but they Derek laughed happily and smiled at Stiles in a way that took away his breath. "I'll call you later. Maybe we could even go on a date."
"I'd like that."
Derek left soon after that and Stiles played one of his favourite playlists as loud as his laptop could go as he danced delightedly around his bedroom.
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Their first date was… well, it was a mess.
Derek wasn't sure why they went to a nice restaurant, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Show each other how much they care, that this was more than just a teen fling. How could it go wrong? Except that, Stiles looked ridiculously good in a white dress shirt… better than any teenaged boy had the right to. The material hugged his body in a way that tempted Derek to ditch the restaurant all together and spend the night in the back seat of his Mum's Camaro.
The only thing that really stopped him from suggesting it was the thought that his Mum would be able to smell everything that they did back there. And that was just creepy enough to metaphorically dump a bucket of ice water on Derek's libido. Next time, they would have to go in Stiles' Jeep.
And, yes, Derek knew he looked good too. The playful smile that Stiles kept sending him made his heart jump and he grinned happily. But, when he was suddenly in a busy area and he could smell the lustful interest pouring off of people passing by their table, it stopped being fun. Derek didn't even know if the interest was directed at himself or at Stiles… he didn't know which was worse; having people lust after him from afar made his skin crawl, but having them lust after Stiles made him jealously alert and ready to growl and snap at anyone who came too close. To say he was uncomfortable would be an understatement.
And, on top of that, Stiles was nervous. More nervous than Derek had ever seen him. And maybe he was even freaking out a little bit. Derek was used to Stiles talking with his hands… but what Stiles was doing then was better described as flailing his limbs around. It didn't bother Derek, mind you, just made him smile a little bigger. But maybe it bothered the waiter… especially when Stiles started flailing at the wrong moment… just in time to hit the waiter in the stomach as he was walking past, simultaneously winding him and knocking over all the food he'd been carrying.
So, yeah, there first date was bordering on a disaster and Derek worried that this was his only chance and he had ruined it. So he sadly walked Stiles to his front door and ducked his head when Stiles turned around, waiting to hear the skip in his heartbeat as he lied about calling him later.
But, instead, Stiles just smiled up at him. They stood silently for a moment before Stiles reached his hand out and grabbed Derek by the back of his neck. Stiles reached up at the same time that Derek leant down and then they were kissing. It was a slow kiss, starting hesitantly and building as it went on. Derek opened his mouth and slowly licked his tongue against Stiles' lips, who opened to let Derek inside. Derek explored his mouth, wanting to map it and learn it off by heart. He wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist and pulled until they were standing flush against each other. But he wanted more. He wanted to be closer. He could feel Stiles' interest through their jeans and it just turned Derek on more.
This kiss didn't stop until the hall light flickered on behind Stiles. Derek jumped away from his date just at the same time that the Sheriff opened the front door. Derek looked frantically towards Stiles who was glaring at his Dad. He looked completely debouched; shirt rumpled, hair a mess and kiss-bitten red lips. The evidence was incriminating to say the least. Derek was suddenly worried that he was about to get shot.
"Say goodbye, Stiles," the Sheriff said before turning to go back inside the house, leaving the front door wide open. Stiles was blushing as he turned back around to face Derek. He leant up to place a chaste kiss onto Derek's lips and whispered into his ear.
"Our second date will be better," Stiles promised and Derek grinned.
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True to his word, their next date was better.
They stayed in and lounged around in their pyjamas, eating take-out while watching shitty day-time TV and it was one of the best dates Derek had ever had.
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So, I'm going to be updating really soon. But I would really appreciate it if you guys could write me a comment and let me know your current thoughts on this fic 3 and I'm sorry there was no slow build, but the main story line needs to happen when they're already together. You'll understand soon enough