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500 - antimnemonic - when the stars align [6/?] - alakewood - teen wolf
Title: when the stars align [6/?]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 500 - antimnemonic
Warnings: College AU. Pre- Derek/Stiles, post- Stiles/Chris.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~890
Summary: Stiles goes with Derek to Derek’s parents’ fundraiser. It’s totally a date. And not nearly as uneventful as he’d been led to believe.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
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Stiles is already waiting outside the dorms when Derek pulls up at the curb just before three Saturday afternoon. He’s pretty sure it’s the same car Derek was driving when he picked up Cora, a sleek black sports car that’s ridiculously sexy. Stiles isn’t expecting Derek to climb out and round the car, opening the passenger’s side door for him, but he does, and hell if Stiles isn’t a bit smitten. It feels like he’s being wooed, with Derek standing there in a pair of dark slacks and a pristine white dress shirt, holding the door open.
Stiles, in his khakis and light blue button-down, smiles as he approaches, fighting back the urge to kiss Derek within an inch of his life because he’s still not sure if this is a date. Derek came to pick him up and opened the car door for him, which says date, but it’s the middle of the afternoon and their destination is Derek’s parents’ fundraiser. If there’s any kind of attempt at hand-holding or excessive touching, Stiles will know. For now, he pauses in front of Derek. “Hi,” he says, stupidly.
Derek returns his smile, eyes scanning his face, lingering on his mouth before meeting his gaze. “Hey. You look good.”
Stiles bites his lip, tries to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. “Thanks. You, too.”
“Thanks.”
They stare at each other for a couple more long moments before Stiles finally climbs into the car. Derek closes the door and goes around to the driver’s side to climb in beside him. “So. This fundraiser. What exactly are your parents raising funds for?”
“A new fine arts center,” Derek says, buckling his seat belt. “Sometimes, there isn’t really a reason. It’s just money for the school. A couple years ago the money went towards guest lecturers.”
Stiles nods. “That’s really cool.”
Beside him, Derek shrugs. “I guess so.”
Stiles shifts in his seat during the brief pause in conversation. “There’s gotta be a lot of faculty at something like this, right?”
“Most of them show up, yeah.”
“You don’t have any embarrassing stories? Like Caldwell imbibing a little too much? Or Estes? She looks like she could be a bit of a lush.”
Derek’s brows go up. “Things tend to be pretty tame.”
“So, what you’re saying is that this is going to be boring.”
Derek chuckles a bit. “Basically. But that’s why I invited you. I guess I kind of hoped we’d be able to keep each other entertained.”
Stiles turns further in his seat because that seemed like a pretty blatant come on. “Okay, so I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down, but can you clarify just so I can be certain? This is like a date, right? You’re into me?”
“Yes, Stiles, I’m into you. I mean, I know we don’t really know each other that well, but I’m hoping we can change that.”
“Uh, yeah. Definitely. I’m a Taurus and I love sleeping in whenever possible. I love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Dr. Pepper and just about anything but anchovies on my pizza. My best friend Scott is basically my brother from another mother. Um-”
Derek laughs loudly, corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiles at Stiles. “I don’t need to know everything right now. We’ve got plenty of time for that, right?”
Nodding slowly, Stiles glances out the window and bites at his lip again to contain another smile. “Yeah. All the time.”
“Just for the record, I’m a Capricorn and I like sleeping in, too.”
#
Stiles hadn’t exactly thought the whole most of the faculty will be here part of this pseudo-date with Derek all the way through because he’s kind of blindsided by the sight of Chris standing there in gray slacks and sport coat, white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. He’s got a glass of red wine in his hand—probably a pinot noir—and is talking to Professor Owens and Professor Bell. Stiles almost forgot what he looked like; or, he tried to forget what he looked like. But he’s standing there underneath the shade of a tree in the Hales’ backyard with a couple of his colleagues and a man Stiles doesn’t know but looks familiar. His hand slides from Chris’ shoulder to the middle of his back and down to the base of his spine when he sees Derek and Stiles approach. Derek’s saying something and it takes Stiles a moment to realize it. “…Peter. Uncle Peter, this is Stiles.”
Stiles offers his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He glances at Chris out of the corner of his eye, sees how he’s barely even reacting to Stiles’ presence.
It’s obvious Peter has picked up on something, judging from the way his gaze subtly shifts between Stiles and Chris. “Likewise,” he says, corner of his mouth curling up in some smarmy approximation of a smile.
Derek’s hand slips around Stiles’ waist, fingertips a gentle pressure against his hip. “How about we find my parents?”
“Uh huh,” Stiles says distractedly before shaking himself out of his daze. “Yes. I’d love to.”
As Derek leads hims away, Stiles notices him glancing over his shoulder at his uncle and Chris, fingers tensing slightly.
So much for this party being boring.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 500 - antimnemonic
Warnings: College AU. Pre- Derek/Stiles, post- Stiles/Chris.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~890
Summary: Stiles goes with Derek to Derek’s parents’ fundraiser. It’s totally a date. And not nearly as uneventful as he’d been led to believe.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
Stiles is already waiting outside the dorms when Derek pulls up at the curb just before three Saturday afternoon. He’s pretty sure it’s the same car Derek was driving when he picked up Cora, a sleek black sports car that’s ridiculously sexy. Stiles isn’t expecting Derek to climb out and round the car, opening the passenger’s side door for him, but he does, and hell if Stiles isn’t a bit smitten. It feels like he’s being wooed, with Derek standing there in a pair of dark slacks and a pristine white dress shirt, holding the door open.
Stiles, in his khakis and light blue button-down, smiles as he approaches, fighting back the urge to kiss Derek within an inch of his life because he’s still not sure if this is a date. Derek came to pick him up and opened the car door for him, which says date, but it’s the middle of the afternoon and their destination is Derek’s parents’ fundraiser. If there’s any kind of attempt at hand-holding or excessive touching, Stiles will know. For now, he pauses in front of Derek. “Hi,” he says, stupidly.
Derek returns his smile, eyes scanning his face, lingering on his mouth before meeting his gaze. “Hey. You look good.”
Stiles bites his lip, tries to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. “Thanks. You, too.”
“Thanks.”
They stare at each other for a couple more long moments before Stiles finally climbs into the car. Derek closes the door and goes around to the driver’s side to climb in beside him. “So. This fundraiser. What exactly are your parents raising funds for?”
“A new fine arts center,” Derek says, buckling his seat belt. “Sometimes, there isn’t really a reason. It’s just money for the school. A couple years ago the money went towards guest lecturers.”
Stiles nods. “That’s really cool.”
Beside him, Derek shrugs. “I guess so.”
Stiles shifts in his seat during the brief pause in conversation. “There’s gotta be a lot of faculty at something like this, right?”
“Most of them show up, yeah.”
“You don’t have any embarrassing stories? Like Caldwell imbibing a little too much? Or Estes? She looks like she could be a bit of a lush.”
Derek’s brows go up. “Things tend to be pretty tame.”
“So, what you’re saying is that this is going to be boring.”
Derek chuckles a bit. “Basically. But that’s why I invited you. I guess I kind of hoped we’d be able to keep each other entertained.”
Stiles turns further in his seat because that seemed like a pretty blatant come on. “Okay, so I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down, but can you clarify just so I can be certain? This is like a date, right? You’re into me?”
“Yes, Stiles, I’m into you. I mean, I know we don’t really know each other that well, but I’m hoping we can change that.”
“Uh, yeah. Definitely. I’m a Taurus and I love sleeping in whenever possible. I love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Dr. Pepper and just about anything but anchovies on my pizza. My best friend Scott is basically my brother from another mother. Um-”
Derek laughs loudly, corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiles at Stiles. “I don’t need to know everything right now. We’ve got plenty of time for that, right?”
Nodding slowly, Stiles glances out the window and bites at his lip again to contain another smile. “Yeah. All the time.”
“Just for the record, I’m a Capricorn and I like sleeping in, too.”
Stiles hadn’t exactly thought the whole most of the faculty will be here part of this pseudo-date with Derek all the way through because he’s kind of blindsided by the sight of Chris standing there in gray slacks and sport coat, white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. He’s got a glass of red wine in his hand—probably a pinot noir—and is talking to Professor Owens and Professor Bell. Stiles almost forgot what he looked like; or, he tried to forget what he looked like. But he’s standing there underneath the shade of a tree in the Hales’ backyard with a couple of his colleagues and a man Stiles doesn’t know but looks familiar. His hand slides from Chris’ shoulder to the middle of his back and down to the base of his spine when he sees Derek and Stiles approach. Derek’s saying something and it takes Stiles a moment to realize it. “…Peter. Uncle Peter, this is Stiles.”
Stiles offers his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” He glances at Chris out of the corner of his eye, sees how he’s barely even reacting to Stiles’ presence.
It’s obvious Peter has picked up on something, judging from the way his gaze subtly shifts between Stiles and Chris. “Likewise,” he says, corner of his mouth curling up in some smarmy approximation of a smile.
Derek’s hand slips around Stiles’ waist, fingertips a gentle pressure against his hip. “How about we find my parents?”
“Uh huh,” Stiles says distractedly before shaking himself out of his daze. “Yes. I’d love to.”
As Derek leads hims away, Stiles notices him glancing over his shoulder at his uncle and Chris, fingers tensing slightly.
So much for this party being boring.