I still want a fic where Derek’s in his late-20s and decides to finally go to college and ends up with young, effervescent Stiles as a TA for one of his classes.
#GIVE IT TO ME #attentive student derek #diligently taking notes and hushing other students because he’s here to learn damn it #emailing stiles to ask for research help and staying after class to ask more questions #stiles finding him in the library studying and bringing him coffee #stiles inviting himself to join derek at his small table #derek and stiles going to a 24-hour diner to eat after cramming for finals
the heart-to-hearts omg where stiles asks derek why he got to college so late and derek stammers and prevaricates and finally says, “i know i’m not smart - i know it, my family knows it, i’ve never, i’ve never succeeded at anything i’ve done, but i -“
"you still want to try," stiles interrupts, soft-eyed. understanding-eyed.
"yeah," derek swallows. looks at his ta across the diner table, elbows on the table, head cradled in one big hand. his TA who is years younger than him, finishing his MA and being positioned for PhD candidacy, kind of spastic always funny, young rising star of his department, who has probably never failed at anything, anything in his life.
it would be human, to be resentful of that, but instead derek is wistful.
i hope nothing bad ever happens to you, he thinks then. feeling all tender inside, stupid with it.
later when he’s walking stiles back to his apartment because it’s late and stiles is so tired he’s functionally drunk and derek is - he’s a big brother, it’s natural to be protective, that’s all it is, how he wants to prop stiles’ body up with his own, get him home, keep him safe - later, at stiles’ doorstep, when stiles is swaying on his feet and slow-blinking at derek, eyes golden with exhaustion - that moment when it could turn, tentative friendship into something electric, something else -
stiles’ bow mouth pink and bitten and slightly open, turned up to derek
i don’t want to be the bad thing that happens to you
and instead of - anything else he could possibly do, instead of all those impossible things, derek gets stiles’ door open and pushes stiles in, and closes the door behind him, and sits on stiles’ front stoop until his legs stop shaking and his hands stop trembling.
(because piiiiiiining, is my drug)
I DON’T WANT TO BE THE BAD THING THAT HAPPENS TO YOU