Sterek AU: Stiles finally decides to man up and do something about his crush on Derek Hale. He thinks that he isn’t even on Derek’s radar, but as it turns out the jock’s been harbouring a mutual crush on Stiles.
Part 2 (Derek encounters the sheriff when he comes to pick Stiles up for their date)
Initially, he doesn’t even touch Stiles, fingers hovering nervously above his skin as he connects all the marks on Stiles’ body like a treasure map, mind going blank as he does.
Eventually, when Stiles learns this calms Derek down -maybe when he knows Derek has had a particularly stressful day – he cranks up the heater, crawls on top of their bed naked and leaves a little note beside him saying ‘knock yourself out, big guy’ with eye liner or a non permanent maker attached to it.
After a while, Stiles gets used to waking up, finding his entire body covered in lines and shapes, like a dot to dot puzzle, and every time he smiles, gets this warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest knowing he’s helped Derek somehow.
Derek isn’t good at talking, doesn’t always manage to say what’s bothering him at the time it’s bothering him, and the fact Stiles can help him – even unconscious and snoring – is a big deal to him. Seeing Derek asleep and smiling, rested, when he wakes up (and all because of little things on his body he’s always hated) makes him happier than he ever thought possible. And hey, maybe that’s selfish, but he doesn’t care; not when Derek kisses him the next morning, whispering ‘thank you’ before turning over and falling back to sleep like he isn’t afraid of the bad dreams that might come, not when Stiles is there.
Heyy ^^ ¿Cómo va todo? Vengo a dejar mi aporte al día de Human!Derek, espero que lo disfrutes
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Las cosas no iban bien después de aquel enfrentamiento contra aquella bruja. Stiles lo entendió sin necesidad de tener un sexto sentido; en especial cuando Derek, el usualmente imperturbable alfa, soltó un quejido lastimero.
Pero Derek seguía siendo Derek, negó todo signo de peligro ante los demás y se preocupó por los otros heridos. Stiles comprendió que el rastro de sangre que dejó a su paso no era el de Scott, que había recibido un fuerte arañazo; ni de ningún otro beta, puesto que sanaron casi inmediatamente.
Esa noche, las estrellas no brillaron en el cielo, y la luna se escondió entristecida detrás de las nubes. Stiles no llegó a casa. Estuvo ocupado siguiendo a Derek hasta el loft.
Esa noche, cuando los brazos de Stiles consolaron las lágrimas de Derek; comprendió que la victoria tuvo un enorme sacrificio.
Derek no volvería a ser un alfa, ni beta. Derek perdió totalmente su poder para salvar a la manada. Y Stiles fue el único que estuvo ahí para recoger los pedazos y unirlos uno por uno; empezando por un abrazo, el cual fue el primero de muchos más que vinieron después.
(Translated: Things were not
going well after that confrontation with that witch. Stiles understood it
without needing a sixth sense; especially when Derek, the usually unflappable
alpha, gave a plaintive whimper. But Derek was
still Derek, denied any signs of danger to others and cared for the other
injured. Stiles understood that the trail of blood he left behind was not that
of Scott, who had received a strong scratch; or of any other beta, since they
healed almost immediately. That night, the
stars did not shine in the sky, and the moon hid behind the clouds saddened.
Stiles did not come home. He was busy following Derek to the loft. That night, when
Stiles’s arms consoled Derek’s tears; He understood that the victory had a huge
sacrifice. Derek would
never be an alpha, nor beta. Derek totally lost his power to save the pack. And
Stiles was the only one who was there to pick up the pieces and join them one
by one; starting with a hug, which was the first of many more that came later.)
Sterek AU: With their lives no longer in danger (for the moment), Stiles works up the nerve to confess his feelings for Derek. That is until he finds out that he’s missed his chance for good.
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