Happy birthday to the wonderful and amazing @dylanlovesthemets!! Hope you have a good one, pal.
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Have a bit of highschool!Sterek with jock!Stiles and nerd!Derek.
Stiles slumped heavily against the metal lockers
with a tired sigh and said, “If classes started an hour later, I’d
be so much more willing to go.” He tilted his head back until the
back of it rested against the lockers, and he momentarily closed his
eyes, his right hand reaching up to grab the strap of his bag before
it slid down his shoulder.
“No, you wouldn’t,” Scott said with a snort and
opened his locker, narrowly catching the lacrosse ball that rolled
out between the books messily shoved into it. “If classes started
an hour later, you’d say the exact same thing.”
Stiles hummed quietly and noncommittally, staring up
at the ceiling for a minute, before he tilted his head back down and
turned it to look at Scott. “Hey, remember how there were nap times
in kindergarten?” he asked, smiling crookedly. “Why didn’t that
make it into high school, too? That would make this hell so
much more enjoyable.”
Scott scoffed softly at him and grabbed a few books,
giving him a raised brow. He started talking, but whatever he said
went right through Stiles’ one ear and out the other, Stiles not
hearing a single word of what he said. Because his attention had been
grabbed by a certain someone hurrying past them and toward their own
locker.
Derek can’t believe he’s actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.
Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.
In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.
AAAAH OKAY this was totally written for those two prompts I swear, but it grew into something a bit uuuh… different… It’s still nerd!Derek though I promise :p
This is also totally in honor of my URL change from demisexualhale to nerdderek :p
It’s two in the morning when Derek is woken up by a sharp tapping on his
window. He struggles with his blanket for a second and grabs his phone from the
nightstand, groaning when he sees the time. He’d been reading until midnight,
only stopping because he knew he had to get a healthy amount of sleep before
going to school again.
So much for that.
He slips out of bed and runs a hand through his hair. He doesn’t turn the
lights on, which turns out to be a mistake, and he hisses through his teeth
when he hits his shin against the nightstand. He pulls the curtains back and pushes
the window open.
Stiles scrambles away just in time to avoid getting hit in the face.
today at the bus station I saw two boys talking, one of them going on and on about school and the things he’s learning and the other leaning towards him and flirting and playing with his neck while the other just went on completely oblivious and it was just so damn cute
GIVE US SOME FLUFF PLEASE, YOUNG DEREK BEING SHY AND OBVLIOUS AND STILES USING HIS DORK STILINSKI CHARM TO WOO HIM
(i was tagged in this thing TWICE one by @adrihenriquez12 and one by my most lovely @hoechlinslapsdylansbutt and bells with the little request above so i’m pretty sure i have to do it now
*shakes fist* curse your inevitable use of my one true weakness, bby!derek hale being a sweet cutie pie)
Technically, Stiles doesn’t need to ride the bus.
Technically, he has a car and a license and enough allowance money to fill the tank, so Stiles has no need whatsoever to ride the bus to and from school every single day.
Logically, he shouldn’t even want to. It’s loud (which Stiles doesn’t really have a problem with), the driver is permanently stoned and infringes a traffic law at least thrice a day, the seats are uncomfortable and there’s always that one asshole who likes to tease Stiles (which Stiles does have a problem with).
His baby blue Jeep is infinitely better than the bus. There’s just one little thing that Stiles’ Jeep doesn’t have.
“-it’s not as if pre-history isn’t fun, but it’s just not as cool as actual history. There’s barely any records at all of anything, there’s a truly uncomfortable amount of speculation and I just don’t think-” Derek continues ranting, looking over at Stiles for support and Stiles dutifully nods because what else can he do?
Ladies, gents and everyone else in-between and beyond, meet Derek Hale, known history nerd, co-captain of the basketball team, honorary boy scout and Stiles’ crush since forever.
So here he is. Riding the stinky, uncomfortable bus because Derek is in it and honestly these few minutes Stiles gets with Derek, without Derek’s small hoarde of adoring fans and scary friends are precious to him.
Kids I finally did it. I finally wrote something so upsetting that I needed to write a fluffy pallet cleanser afterwards. The inciting story will be coming to an AO3 near you some later date, but in the meantime have this adorable outsider-POV mistaken identity shenanigans inspired by a cute Adam x Ronan idea floating around a while ago that fits Sterek just as well 🙂
Amanda takes a shine to Stiles instantly. He’s gregarious and funny during their dorm floor introductions, but a little twitchy-anxious and just weird enough to dodge smarmy bro-ness. Stiles takes a shine to her too, maybe on account of her Dr. Who t-shirt or her self identification as a Slytherin. All in all, a promising start.
She takes the initiative to seek him out and say ‘hi’ at dinner that night, and while he seems happy to have someone to sit with, he also makes it about two sentences before dropping a quick, faux-casual comment that while he’s a Slytherin himself, Derek-my-boyfriend is a Hufflepuff through and through.
Amanda just laughs. “I’m not coming on to you,” she explains. “I’m super gay. A little femme about it, is all.”
Stiles gives a sheepish laugh, and the rest of dinner goes much better with romance safely off the table. For the rest of freshman orientation week they stick together and talk shit about trustafarians between exchanging theories about Star Wars family trees. Their friendship keeps going from there, strengthened by a shared Bio class and their eating most dinners at the cafeteria together with some other friends from their hall.
Amanda quickly learns that while she’s happy enough to see her few high-school school besties when she visits home and not much in between, Stiles is really involved with his old crew – the pack, he calls them – and even more codependent with his adorkable boyfriend, Derek.
The lovebirds are always texting back and forth, even in class, or setting up Skype dates, or sending and receiving cute care packages. Stiles pretty much can’t shut up about how geeky Derek is, either.
Without ever having to meet the guy, Amanda already knows that he loves history, classic novels in the original Spanish or French, that he cooks often if not particularly well, is friends with the pack and nobody else, wears knitwear whenever he can get away with it, that he’s most comfortable hanging out with pets at house parties, and that he adores Stiles. Not that Stiles says that last bit in as many words, but anyone would get the idea quick enough the way he describes their relationship. It makes sense; Stiles is a catch, and his bookish nerd boyfriend must be perfectly aware of how lucky he is to be holding someone this hot down.
She feels a little bad about it, honestly. Stiles seems head over heels, but she knows the score. Highschool relationships end halfway through Freshman year, right around Spring break. Always.
Only Spring break comes and goes, and Stiles-and-Derek don’t end. The two of them seem, in fact, to be going stronger than ever. Maybe it’s because Beacon Hills isn’t so far from campus, or maybe it’s more than that. Stiles is still grossly schmoopy about Derek when he and Amanda study together and swap date stories, and his face lights up like a Christmas tree whenever Derek texts or calls. Amanda herself has sworn off of monogamous relationships and is loving the smorgasbord of one night stands she can choose between in the big city, but she actually finds herself rooting for these crazy highschool sweethearts to make it work. They’re so happy together, and isn’t that what matters in the end?
It’s this uncharacteristic lapse into romanticizing that explains why she takes it so hard when Stiles starts cheating on Derek.
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