/edited Derek’s hair cause it looked weird Ó v Ò
Quick Sterek sketch
Day one: Cuddles (naked)
Decided to give the ‘30 day OTP NSFW challenge’ thing a shot! Current OTP is Sterek, aw yeah. Might bounce back and forth between that and Sabriel, we’ll see. Mostly I’m just using this list as a prompt list, esp since the liklihood of my being able to keep up with this each day is PRETTY SLIM.
A very little thank you for the notes on the last Sterek thing (I was literally shocked XD) and of course HEY THERE, NEW FOLLOWERS!! *__*
I hope I won’t bore you. <3
Also a little note I might post… some strange, emotional stuff or nothing at all the next few weeks, because I have a family incident and have to deal with it. u___u”
PINCH PINCH YOU’RE NOT WEARING GREEN, DER.
i am trying to counterbalance the angst feels with shmoop and you can’t stop me
I really like the idea of being too weak to hold yourself up anymore.
Gah, you guys have no idea how much I love the idea of childhood friends Sterek, especially because of the age gap! Just imagine Derek and Stiles families being friends, and every time Derek comes over Stiles just clings to him, like he refuses to be put down and the parents all think it’s cute and coo how Derek is such a natural big brother, and for some reason even though Derek is the least mothering person in the world he just can’t help but but coo over baby!Stiles and ask if he wants more juice and play with him whenever he’s over.
And then Stiles gets a bit older and he’s too embarrassed to tell Derek that the kids are starting to make fun of his comic book collection and that Lydia Martin won’t even give him the time of day, she being the most high end elementary school student in existence, but Derek somehow hears and he gets all protective and overbearing and threatens to come to the school because no one messes with his Stiles, no one has the right to make Stiles feel any less special than the little snowflake he fucking is, and that’s when Stiles starts to feel embarrassed rather than thankful for his over bearing big-brother-but-not-really, and start telling Derek less and less and Scot more and more.
And then freaking middle school hits and BAM, suddenly it’s all hormones and puberty and Stiles realizes that while he may have always had a crush on Lydia Martin, that’s not who he’s thinking of when he starts having “alone time,” that’s not who is featured center stage when he starts having wet dreams. And he’s scared and lonely and confused, because Derek’s in high school and getting insanely buff and a star athlete, and he still treats Stiles like a kid brother even though Stiles isn’t a kid anymore, and there is no way his thoughts have anything kid like about them. And he keeps imagining what it would be like to kiss Derek, and touch Derek, and to have sex with Derek, and he grows more and more distant while Derek gets busier and busier with SATs and selecting a college.
UGH IT NEEDS A HAPPY ENDING WHERE THEY GET TOGETHER
FINISH THAT PLS
And then Derek goes off the college and Stiles sees him less and less, and for some reason he never had to think about the fact that Derek refuses to get a facebook account or that they don’t even know each others emails because what did that matter when they would practically see each other every week? And Stiles starts high school and he’s still looked down on and he still can’t make first string and he still has weird dreams about Derek that he’s trying really hard not to think about, really hard not to let him effect the way he acts around Derek when the guy comes home for breaks.
But the thing Stiles doesn’t know? Is that Derek is having weird thoughts too. Strangely sexual thoughts about Stiles, and fuck, he used to make the kid PB&Js and put juice in his sippy cup. How is he having thoughts like that? But it’s like all the sudden Stiles went to a straggly kid to a lithe adult, and even though he’s sixteen the way he’ll lick his lips just gets Derek going. And Derek only goes on casual dates and only has casual sex, because the thought of dating someone just feels weird, even though the thought of ever seeing Stiles as something else, something more than the snot nosed brat Derek helped raise, is just weirder. And the worst part? Derek knows he could have it. He sees Stiles thinly veiled lust, notices how nervous and jittery Stiles gets when Derek is close by, and he knows if he wants he can just freaking take it all.
But there has to be a breaking point. Maybe it’ll be a day when Derek gets just a little too snappish when Stiles starts talking about Lydia’s curves, or maybe it’ll be when Derek can’t hide his look of wanting when he accidentally walks into Stiles changing, or maybe it’ll be the fact that Derek keeps asking for hello and goodbye hugs, even though Stiles really is too old for them. Or maybe it’ll be a combination of all those things, and Stiles will just know because he’s smart, people might not think it because of his ADD but he can put things together, can notice the pieces of the puzzle. And he’ll just snap his head up and look at Derek in wonder because, whoa, Derek wants him too.
And that’s when Stiles starts doing things, nothing too obvious at first, just stretching his arms so that his shirt rides up when they’re alone, or making sure to grab hold of Derek just a little more tightly every time they hug, and talking about Lydia until he’s sure Derek’s eyes are so angry they might as well be bright red. He’ll research everything on the internet about sex, about how to kiss and make your partner go wild, about how to seduce the man of your dreams. And he’ll laugh when his Dad talks about how much Derek’s grown up, how Stiles should take after his good example, but it’ll be hollow because he’ll knows he doesn’t want to be Derek, he wants to be with Derek.
And then one day Derek will just snap, he’ll just grab Stiles but the scruff of his shirt and bang him against the wall, showing the kind of aggression that he’s never shown Stiles before, a need to take, a hunger that’s been gnawing at his bones for what feels like years, and it’ll make Stiles heart thunder in his chest. Derek will take a kiss, ripping the air from Stiles’ lungs, all teeth and tongue and way too much, it’s all too much for Stiles’ first kiss, and though he’s been wanting this for so long, been fantasizing and dreaming about things that go far beyond it, Stiles will start to panic, start to clench his fists and feel his breath coming out short. Derek will take awhile to notice it, to feel Stiles go stiff and shaking against him, but immediately he’ll back away as if he’s been stung, his eyes turning soft as he cups Stiles cheek and tells him to breath. He’ll curse at himself, hate himself, knowing that Stiles hasn’t had a panic attack since his mom died, knowing that Derek should have never touched someone who wasn’t his to touch.
After awhile he’ll try to pull away from Stiles, crumpled onto his chest but breathing steady now. But long, pale fingers will hold him tight, a high pitched voice will ask him to stay. To talk, just to talk, about them, about what they are, about what it’ll mean. And Derek will hold Stiles to his chest, and remember what it was like when he was only a toddler, when he was so warm and so small, and Derek will ask, “When did you get so big?”
((Hahaha, so concludes the story, wow these are a lot of fun to write =D The artist even found it, oh my goodness! I really should have tagged her, I’ll make sure to do so now. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs guys!))
(Edit: Woops, reblogged on my main page, redo!)