I’d love to read a fanfiction with this
me too sadly I can’t write it myself as I’ve got no skills, I can only hope someone sees it and gets inspired and writes it for us
I like to think that wolves can get high on some kind of wolfsbane because then I can think of Derek being all touchy-feely with Stiles after coming back home from a night-out with his pals (in this AU he’s got pals ok) while Stiles is trying to actually do his homework and it’s hard when you’ve got a 200lbs werewolf snuggling up to you, snuffling at your throat and mouthing at your jaw. But Stiles already has a strategy for an intoxicated werewolf (this is not the first time…)- he lets Derek spread over his lap, face down, pressed in the pillow and starts to scratch lightly behind Derek’s ear. He goes limp under Stiles’ touch, muttering something unintelligible into the pillow and falls asleep shortly. Works every time.
Summary: Derek needs to start carding the people he flirts with.
“Let’s step into my office, Derek,” the Sheriff says.
Derek feels like a kid being sent to the principal’s office. Except this visit might end with Derek buried in the woods.
“I see you’ve met my son, Stiles,” the Sheriff says. Derek almost squirms at his pointed emphasis on the word ‘son’.
“Yes, sir. I have,” Derek says. He feels like every word out of his mouth is just incriminating him further.
“How old do you think my son is?” the Sheriff says.
“A lot younger that I originally thought,” Derek says.
The corner of the Sheriff’s mouth quirks up for a moment. “Caught that, did you?”
“I thought he was the receptionist,” Derek says helplessly. “I assumed he was around twenty.”
“And if you had known he was sixteen?” the Sheriff says.
Sixteen? Jesus fuck.
“Never would have even thought about it,” Derek says.
The Sheriff must believe him, because he nods and continues on to outline Derek’s duties without another word on the subject.
Derek’s never been so relieved to fill out paperwork in his entire life.