Teen Wolf - STEREK AU - truth serum
Different kinds of wolfsbane affect werewolves in various ways. So when Derek’s poisoned with it this time, things take an unexpected turn.“Are you shitting me? Oh my god, this is awesome.”
“Shut up, Stiles.”
“No, I won’t. So you can’t lie?”
“And if I ask you something, you feel… compelled to answer truthfully?”
“Circumcised or not?”
Derek and Stiles keep just missing each other.
They don’t say goodbye or even speak at all at the warehouse after Jackson and Gerard’s whole thing because they’ve gotten used to circumstances shoving them together and they figure it’s only a matter of time before that happens again. So they just give a nod and separate to deal with their own shit, because yeah, there is a lot of shit to deal with.
where Stiles and Derek start to play I Never and fall into bed together instead.
“This is a stupid idea.”
“Dude, would you relax? Woah, actually,” Stiles clutches his chest dramatically. “Can you even do that? If your heart rate slows does a bomb go off somewhere?”
Derek glares at him across the table, ignoring the way Stiles’ teasing smile makes his stupid, dumb heart pick up. He’s surprised it doesn’t make his own chest explode. Stiles, it would appear, is Derek’s personal fuck you to Peter claiming he doesn’t have a heart. Because whenever Stiles is around Derek’s heart decides to remind him that hey, it does exist, and it has feelings… For a stupid, ridiculously attractive, argumentative nineteen year old.
This whole group is intense and loud and everything Derek didn’t want for company, ever. Stiles is definitely just about the last kind of person he wants to be rooming with for a whole year.
“I’m gonna—” he hesitates. “I’m gonna go check out the library.”
Jackson snorts and Lydia hits him on the back of the head. “How very admirable of you,” she says looking at Derek fondly like he’s just done a damn trick.
Stiles glares at them both and follows Derek to the door. “Are you sure? Man, we’re getting out of here, you can totally chill out or—you can come with us? We’re gonna go get pizza. Maybe shoot some hoops out back?”
“No,” Derek cuts in quickly; his hand eye coordination is dangerous for others. He pushes his glasses up his nose and tries to give Stiles an affable smile. “It’s fine, I wanted to go today anyway.”
“Ok,” Stiles gives him a dubious look and Derek darts out the door before anyone else can say anything.
Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.
IDEK ZIM PROMISED ME FIC IF I DREW THIS
sketched out in a spare sketchbook, inked in ps