Summary: “Are we gonna place a bet on who feels more awkward?” is the first thing he manages to say.
There’s a huff from Derek that could be a laugh, and Stiles takes the water bottle Derek hands him. “Maybe we should call it even,” Derek says, turning around to face Stiles. “Then we could move past it and get to the good parts.”
“The good parts?”
“Yeah,” Derek says, smiling at Stiles. “Going out on a date, for instance.”
Is there a fic out there were Derek and Stiles are dating and stiles thinks that he was Derek's first gay experience and finds out otherwise? Angst with a happy ending.
ooooooooh….I really wish I found more of these!! Love the concept. It’s not really something “tagged” so it’s hard to search for, and the 2 we came up with were by the same person, lol.
Readers, if you know any fics where Stiles mistakenly thinks he was
Derek’s first dude, comment below and let us know! -Emmy
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies.
An alternate (but compliant)
canon wherein Rafael McCall and Stiles hook up pre-werewolf shenanigans.
When McCall comes back to Beacon Hills, it quickly spirals out of
Stiles’ control. Derek becomes his sole confidant, his anchor, and maybe
“The rules to the game are simple. One bullet, six chances. You pick it up and take turns pulling the trigger on the other man, or we gun you both down right now. You play along, only one of you has to die. Fun game, huh?” – Derek and Stiles are captured by a group of hunters and forced to play a twisted game that only one of them might walk away from.
There’s a fox screaming outside and suddenly all I can think of is Stiles having been cursed/accidentally transformed himself into a fox screaming outside Derek’s loft and getting progressively angrier because why isn’t Derek coming to save him yet?
I kid you not. My final essay for my English class is to argue why the main character in a movie we watched is gay. Literally, that is the prompt.
My professor is making me write an essay on gay subtext. MY ESSAY IS FOR ME TO RANT ABOUT WHAT I RANT ABOUT ON TUMBLR ON A DAILY BASIS. My professor thought she was challenging us? Bitch I analyze homoerotic subtext in my sleep.