prismacolourpencils:

So I’ve been thinking about an AU where Stiles loves and looks after Derek before he actually falls in love with him. Nice things! For Derek Hale! And I was going to chuck some thoughts about this at tumblr, but it instead turned into my first fic for this fandom and it’s 100% schmoop. Oh well.

It doesn’t take long after the fire for Derek’s skin to
start itching. It starts in the tips of his fingers and then spreads up the
length of his arms and inward until there’s a low-level persistent awareness
under every inch of his skin. He and Laura are too busy grieving, and then
running to New York, and then trying to survive that there’s little attention paid
to their frayed pack bond. Laura attempts to touch him, to reassure him
sometimes, clumsy in the way new and untrained Alphas tend to be. He pulls away
every time.

When he becomes Alpha, the itch intensifies. All of his
instincts are telling him he needs a pack, and in his own newness, he makes
mistakes. He makes four mistakes, and the biggest leaves a bitter taste in his
mouth, like chlorine and poison. He doesn’t bite anyone after that, but the
taste lingers.

After his betas leave him, the awareness hollows, becomes
dull and heavy; it feels a lot like loneliness.

It’s surprising then, when Stiles begins dropping by his
apartment. At first it’s only to do his homework. “What? My Dad’s been taking
longer shifts and it’s easier to concentrate here,” Stiles says with a shrug
when Derek raises an eyebrow at him in question. Derek can hear what he isn’t
saying, so he lets him be. It’s kind of nice, being able to be that for
someone.

He keeps coming, even after school is over for the semester
and there isn’t the excuse of homework. More bafflingly, he starts coming over
with food. “I’ve seen the state of your fridge and pantry, dude. I don’t know
how you still look like that with all the junk you eat,” Stiles scoffs as he
unloads his backpack and spreads Tupperware full of caesar salad, garlic bread,
and lasagne over his table. There’s enough for four people, so he knows he’s
allowed when he takes a plate (disposable, because he doesn’t have any plates
or bowls or cutlery – how do you not
have any, Derek?) and the smell and taste of it make his eyes sting a little.
He hasn’t had home-cooking in a long time.

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eternalsterekrecs:

eternalsterekrecs:

Heya! Any help finding this one dear followers?

Thank you ironarmortony and restlesscreature for the help!

When You’re Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles’ poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year.

“We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”