i think i like you - derek/stiles - pg
Title: i think i like you
Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles
Rating: PG
Word Count: 519
Warning(s): Unbeta'ed.
Summary: Stiles just gets really bored sometimes.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, using them for my own enjoyment. Not sorry.
A/N: Katie I am sorry this is not the Peter/Lydia I promised. BUT IT'S IN THE WORKS, I PROMISE YOU THAT.
One would think that after all the crap they went through with the Kanima and crazy, creepy old men, the supernatural world would give Beacon Hills a little bit of a break, but no.
Stiles first found out about the Acheri when his dad came home with an abundance of suspicious cases of children being submitted to the hospital, all with the same sickness. Stiles and his father discussed it, and it didn’t really sit well with either of them. Stiles’ life is a whole lot easier now that his father knows all about werewolves, and now his dad can come to him with cases that seem a little supernatural.
Stiles would definitely like less supernatural involvement in his life right now, but going after children is not okay. He’d really like to do something before any of these kids took a turn for the worse.
“What are you doing?”
Stiles looks up from the paper he’s been manipulating and stares at Derek.
“Origami?”
“Why?” Stiles squints at Derek.
“I just get bored sometimes,” He replies, “And who’re you to question? You’re invading my room, and I can do whatever I please in here.”
Derek just shrugs and turns back to Stiles’ laptop where he’s researching.
Stiles shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. Let someone else do all of the research this time.
Stiles doesn’t think much of it, it’s something he’s known how to do for a while. He started when he was younger, and his mom was stuck in the hospital a lot of the time. They would sit together for hours and just continuously fold paper, seeing who had learned the coolest new design, or the more complicated one.
They would also see who could find the prettiest paper to make things. Stiles normally won that category, since he wasn’t stuck in a bed. He loved bringing different color paper and paper with crazy patterns because his mom got excited about each and every new piece.
Stiles’ favorite origami shape that he received from his mom was a heart made from a Hershey’s Kiss wrapper.
He tucked it into the visor of his jeep when he finally was able to drive and it hasn’t moved since.
Stiles’ fingers falter on the crease he was making and he blinks furiously before finishing his masterpiece with a few more quick folds.
“Ta da!” Stiles triumphantly flings his origami Mona Lisa, seriously it should be in a museum, at Derek’s head and flops back on his bed. He’s starting to get really, extremely bored. He should’ve just taken over on the research.
Derek frowns and reaches down to retrieve the paper from the floor, holding it up and inspecting it closely.
“This is…impressive.” Derek says, before placing the tiny wolf on the desk and going back to his research.
Stiles flushes and smiles to himself, “Thanks.”
Derek just grunts back at him and Stiles rolls his eyes.
*
When Stiles is packing up all his notebooks for school the next morning, he realizes the tiny wolf is not where Derek had left it last night.
Huh.
Pairing(s): Derek/Stiles
Rating: PG
Word Count: 519
Warning(s): Unbeta'ed.
Summary: Stiles just gets really bored sometimes.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, using them for my own enjoyment. Not sorry.
A/N: Katie I am sorry this is not the Peter/Lydia I promised. BUT IT'S IN THE WORKS, I PROMISE YOU THAT.
One would think that after all the crap they went through with the Kanima and crazy, creepy old men, the supernatural world would give Beacon Hills a little bit of a break, but no.
Stiles first found out about the Acheri when his dad came home with an abundance of suspicious cases of children being submitted to the hospital, all with the same sickness. Stiles and his father discussed it, and it didn’t really sit well with either of them. Stiles’ life is a whole lot easier now that his father knows all about werewolves, and now his dad can come to him with cases that seem a little supernatural.
Stiles would definitely like less supernatural involvement in his life right now, but going after children is not okay. He’d really like to do something before any of these kids took a turn for the worse.
“What are you doing?”
Stiles looks up from the paper he’s been manipulating and stares at Derek.
“Origami?”
“Why?” Stiles squints at Derek.
“I just get bored sometimes,” He replies, “And who’re you to question? You’re invading my room, and I can do whatever I please in here.”
Derek just shrugs and turns back to Stiles’ laptop where he’s researching.
Stiles shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. Let someone else do all of the research this time.
Stiles doesn’t think much of it, it’s something he’s known how to do for a while. He started when he was younger, and his mom was stuck in the hospital a lot of the time. They would sit together for hours and just continuously fold paper, seeing who had learned the coolest new design, or the more complicated one.
They would also see who could find the prettiest paper to make things. Stiles normally won that category, since he wasn’t stuck in a bed. He loved bringing different color paper and paper with crazy patterns because his mom got excited about each and every new piece.
Stiles’ favorite origami shape that he received from his mom was a heart made from a Hershey’s Kiss wrapper.
He tucked it into the visor of his jeep when he finally was able to drive and it hasn’t moved since.
Stiles’ fingers falter on the crease he was making and he blinks furiously before finishing his masterpiece with a few more quick folds.
“Ta da!” Stiles triumphantly flings his origami Mona Lisa, seriously it should be in a museum, at Derek’s head and flops back on his bed. He’s starting to get really, extremely bored. He should’ve just taken over on the research.
Derek frowns and reaches down to retrieve the paper from the floor, holding it up and inspecting it closely.
“This is…impressive.” Derek says, before placing the tiny wolf on the desk and going back to his research.
Stiles flushes and smiles to himself, “Thanks.”
Derek just grunts back at him and Stiles rolls his eyes.
*
When Stiles is packing up all his notebooks for school the next morning, he realizes the tiny wolf is not where Derek had left it last night.
Huh.