Anonymous said: I cried for the first time in two years at school and today's sucks do you have anything fluffy and cute ??:)
[Aww, sad anons. I hope your days get better soon! Here is a fluffy Sterek fic, based on this photo. A Project Runway AU.]
Stiles shifts on his feet nervously as Tim Gunn looks over his work in progress for the latest challenge. “I’m impressed,” Tim says in a clipped tone, leaning back, and Stiles breathes a sigh of happy relief. “You know, if you win this round, the prize is that R Fashions will run a small line of your work,” Tim says. “You might want to work on a product label.”
"Okay, I can do that," Stiles says, even though he has absolutely no idea what he would call his line.
As soon as Tim walks away to criticize Jackson’s work (haha), Scott walks over to him and gives him a high five. “Dude! Did he say he liked your jacket?” Scott asks.
"Yeah," Stiles says, touching the intricate hand-beaded pattern on his latest piece. "I really like yours, though, I think you’re gonna win, Tim totally made his not-a-smile-but-I’m-smiling face for you," Stiles says, nodding towards Scott’s masterpiece.
Scott nudges his shoulder playfully. “Rooting for both of us to make it to the next round. Whatever happens we’ll be cool, right?”
"Duh," Stiles says, sticking his tongue out. He expected a lot of cutthroat competition (which there’s plenty of), but making a real friend in Scott is one of the best things about this reality show gig so far.
Tim Gunn claps his hands together. “Alright, models coming in for their final fitting, make it work, everyone!”
And here’s one of the other best things.
The models file into the workroom, one by one, and just start stripping down for their outfits to be fitted, and luckily Stiles remembers to take the pins out of his mouth before he repeats last week’s bloody lip incident.
"Hey, Stiles, this looks good," Derek says, eyeing the jacket, shirt and pants combo Stiles has laid out. He reaches out to touch the beading, and Stiles slaps his wrist away.
"That bit isn’t quite done, it’s very delicate, okay. I still need to go over it and embroider this edge," Stiles says sharply.
Derek rolls his eyes. “Okay, I take it back, it looks horrible,” he says, taunting, and Stiles resists the urge to get into it again and pretend to argue with Derek (it’s fun, alright, and Stiles needs an outlet for his sexual frustration) because there’s only one hour left and he really wants to do well.
Derek shrugs out of his shirt, and then there go the pants, and Derek’s butt is just there, and Stiles has to be very careful about helping Derek into this outfit.