Schmoopy Destiel for the super awesome anarchangel (●ↀωↀ●)✧
I’m sorry if it’s super delayed unu
OH NO!! ON AN UPSIDE DOWN LOOP?????? That’s terrifying!!!!
I have in fact never been to that Six Flags (Discovery Kingdom for those that were wondering) and had to look up rides. At my Six Flags it’s all about the Batman rides, not Superman… sooo. Also apparently the NorCal Six Flags has a wooden coaster too (Roar)? I wonder if it’s as painful as the Texas Giant used to be. They have since remodeled it, and I hear it’s better but man you got whiplash being on that ride it was so rickety/bumpy.
Also, I just read the tags on the ficlet, and someone reblogged it saying they used to work at that Six Flags (and then said they hoped that Stiles and Derek went through the shark experience when he/she was there). Crazy! That shark thing looks so cool, and I added it cause apparently it’s in 50 First Dates (and I love that movie)! :D
Anyway, I’m glad you are safe anon and that the story made you laugh instead of making you have terrible flashbacks. :)
This color meme is significantly more difficult than I thought I’d be. But I’m just gonna try out new stuff with this, I think. It’s good exercise. :)
Wing tattoos coming out of the scars where Cas’ wings once were //sobbing on the floor nbd
He was a boy, he was a boy, can I make it any more obvious?
AU where Derek and Stiles have the classic, cheesy high school romance and are boyfriends forever and ever the end (｡≖‿≖｡✿)
Stiles has been looking forward to riding the new Superman roller coaster they built at Six Flags for months now. As soon as he heard about it being open, he was bugging Scott and everyone else that they needed to go.
Now that they are finally here, and Stiles is still waiting in line, while his friends have abandoned him to be entertained else where (more like Scott left to go make out with Kira probably, the traitor) by things that didn’t have an hour long wait.
He’s not leaving now to go find them though (screw them) because he is next in line! Once the people exit the car from the previous ride, the employee waves Stiles and everyone else around him in line to claim a spot. Ideally, Stiles would want to be the first car, but there’s already two kids that barely make the height requirement sitting there. So Stiles takes the first available seat and waits while others filter in.
Everyone else has friends or family they are sitting with, but Stiles remains alone. An employee goes through and make sure the bars are secure over everyone’s laps, but when he gets to Stiles he unlocks it and pulls it up before calling out to the line if there’s someone alone who wants to ride. A hand raises a few people back from the front of the line, and the worker waves him forward.
"Uh, what is that?" Stiles asks, pointing at the book Derek has open in front of him.
Derek looks over his glasses at Stiles. “It’s an anatomy book.”
"No, Stiles. Human."
"Oh. Why are you reading that?"
"I have a quiz tomorrow."
It’s almost like a record scratch reverberates in the room (it doesn’t; it’s in Stiles’s head).
"Hold up what?" Stiles asks, his hands out in front of him like he can stop time and rewind it because he’s pretty sure he heard Derek say he has a quiz.
"I have a quiz tomorrow and I have to study."
Nope, apparently he did say quiz. “You have a quiz? Like you’re taking a class?”
Derek sighs. “Yes, Stiles. I am in a class. A human anatomy class, where I have a quiz and need to memorize all the muscle groups in the body okay. So, can you go?”
"No. Why are you taking this class?"
Derek turns in his seat to face Stiles. “Things have been quiet around here lately, and I decided to go back to school, finish my degree.”
"Medicine. I was… I was planning on being a doctor before… everything. And when Laura and I went to New York, she pushed me to go to college, so I started but then she left and… well you know the rest."
Stiles pulls out a chair from the table Derek’s at and scoots it right next to Derek before sitting down.
"That’s great," he says because it is. Because it’s great that Derek’s progressing with his life, and he wants to do something to help people, which is also great. But it’s also really awesome because now he can picture Derek wearing nothing but a lab coat and a stethoscope, and that is really great.
"Do you need help? Studying, I mean?"
"You want to help me study?"
"Yeah! I mean… what better way to study anatomy than with a living breathing diagram in front of you." Stiles holds his arms open to indicate himself.
Derek stares at him. “I can’t see your muscle groups through your skin.”
Stiles’s shoulders slump and he rolls his eyes. “Fine whatever. I can quiz you at least.”
Derek’s reluctant, but he slides the book over and lets Stiles question him about muscle names.
It takes a few weeks (and Stiles is very persistent about coming over and asking Derek about his classes and what he’s studying and helping him study and doing things like insisting Derek model the scrubs he wears when he volunteers at the hospital) before Derek finally gets why Stiles is being so helpful and keeps showing up at his apartment.
"Soooo, what unit are you on in your anatomy class now?" Stiles not so subtly asks when he plops next to Derek on the couch. He leans over to take a look at the open book in Derek’s lap. "That’s a penis."
Derek snorts. “Good job, Stiles. A+ for you Captain Obvious.”
Stiles rolls his eyes because Derek’s insults suck. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you guys are on reproductive systems?”
Stiles scoots in closer. “Want to take me up on the live, breathing diagram offer now?” he asks wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Derek closes the book and sets it on the coffee table in front of him. Then he turns to Stiles before he rests his hand on Stiles’s thigh and slowly drags it up his leg. He watches as Stiles swallows and he can hear his hear beat speed up. He leans forward into Stiles’s space, and his gaze follows Stiles’s tongue as he nervously licks his lips.
"I think that’s an excellent idea," Derek says, a sly grin on his face.
"You… you do?" Stiles almost squeaks out.
Derek nods, continues leaning forward while Stiles is leaning back until they are both laying on the couch, Derek hovering over Stiles. “I do. Shall I take your clothes off for you, or will you?”
Stiles doesn’t find out until the following week that Derek’s class won’t study the reproductive system for another month.