5. Being Attacked by Bugs
So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!
So this next Not Quite Normal OTP challenge is for you, babe! I hope it brightens your day a little bit!
Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it starts out pretty poorly.
Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.
Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High, officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye on him, and-
Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.
Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.
And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…
“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.
Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.
He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.
“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and- well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his ear.
“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You just- you just walked right into the road!”
“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really blaming me for this?”
“Not blaming you, I just- you walked right in front of me!”
“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.
When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw together in concern.
“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”