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Can I Get Your (call) Number, Baby? by lielabell (wordcount: 4,946)
Thing is, for the most part, Stiles's loves his job. He loves the quiet hush of the library, the way it smells like must and old books. He likes walking through the stacks, collecting books to be shelved. Likes sitting at the reference desk, hell, he even likes the fact that they still have a card catalog, even though no one ever uses it. Everything about the job is amazing.
Except...
Except for the music majors.
Date
“Another date?” Der asked from her side of the room, where she’d pushed her mountain of books out of the way to see Stiles standing in front of the mirror.
“Yeah.” Stiles said, tucking her hair behind her ear as she replaced a pair of studs with a couple of hook earrings. “Theo’s persistent.” She smiled at the mirror, looking through it at Der.
“Two nights in a row.” Der said, returning to her books. She had work to do, papers to write. Sitting here worrying about her promiscuous roommate was not what she was supposed to be doing.
What was one more night with one more guy? Der wondered. Stiles always had someone new. She’d get caught up in some flashy jock and spend days pretending like she cared about whatever sport he was into and then turn up one weekend, claiming she was done with men: that men were done with her.
But they never were. Not when Stiles was still… Stiles. With her long legs and smooth skin and beautiful brown eyes, and nimble fingers. Even when she slid off her bed in her sleep and fell gracelessly, she was still beautiful. Der could only imagine what it was like when Stiles decided she wanted someone to want her.
Catching herself, Der closed her eyes and looked back at her laptop. She was not going to stare at Stiles’ butt. Nope. Not even if she –yep, Stiles was bending over to tie her shoelaces. Because she couldn’t just sit on her bed and tie it like a normal person.
“I feel like I should stay back.” Stiles said, straightening up as Der blinked back to reality and tried to look uninterested. “Theo’s not… he’s not really… IT. You know?”
Der didn’t know. How could she when, in three years as roommates, she’d never been able to put her finger on what exactly was Stiles’ type.
“Should I go?” Stiles asked, turning around and looking at Der with her hands on her hips and a tilt in her head.
Der swallowed and blinked a lot to try and clear her vision because she was pretty sure there wasn’t supposed to be a halo around Stiles’ head or a shimmery gold thing around her entire body.
“Do what you want.” Der said with a shrug, finally getting her body to cooperate as she went back to work.
“Do whatever you want.” Der had said again. Like she always did.
Stiles pursed her lips and went back to her wardrobe. A million times, she’d tried. And a million times, she’d gotten the same answer.
“Do whatever you want.”
But this wasn’t what Stiles wanted. She didn’t want to have to leave and then ditch Theo within minutes only to end up spending the night in Kira’s room. She didn’t want to go anywhere because she knew for a fact that Der was only seconds away from giving up on her school work and settling in for a nice evening movie.
Stiles knew this because she’d come back, almost all the time, to find Der asleep with popcorn and a movie playing on her laptop on her bed.
Just once –ONCE- she’d like for Der to tell her to stay or offer to share a night with her. It didn’t have to be a date. Not that Stiles would object to that. But no.
“Do whatever you want.” was all she was ever going to get from Der.
“Okay.” She said, pulling on her jacket as she picked up her keys and her phone and slid them into her pocket. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Hmm.” Der hummed, immersed in her school work again.
As she got to the door and opened it, Der cleared her throat behind Stiles.
“Or…” She began as Stiles spun around. “You know.” She said, scratching her head. “You could… you could ditch the dude for a day.” She was still facing her laptop but she was talking to Stiles.
“I shouldn’t go?” Stiles asked.
“You can if you want. But,” She said. “I mean… I was going to take a break anyway. If you wanted to, you know, watch a movie?”
“Yeah.” Stiles said immediately. “Yes. That’s cool. Okay. Yeah.” She closed the door behind her. “Took you three years, but yeah.”
“What was that?” Der asked, looking puzzled as Stiles paused, feeling caught.
“Oh, it was nothing.” She smiled, pulling off her jacket and earrings as she settled on Der’s bed instead of hers. “I’m just so excited.” She said, bouncing up and down as she noted the blush reddening on Der’s face.
“It’s just a movie.” Der said, disconnecting her laptop from the power cable.
It really was just a movie, but if Stiles was going to pretend this was their first date, Der didn’t need to know that.
Euphoria (From the Devil’s Hand) by darklumi (wordcount: 16,601)
Stiles clenched his fists, feeling empty and alone. He took a deep breath, shuddering shakily when he exhaled and his eyes began to sting and fill with moisture. He wiped at them angrily, he refused to cry. He breathed deeply to keep himself calm, to keep the overwhelming feeling of panic at bay, he didn’t want to have a panic attack, not here, not out in the open like this. Derek was out there, he knew it, and he wasn’t going to embarrass himself further in front of the werewolf. To make himself look needy. Stiles just let his shoulders slump with defeat and climbed into his jeep.
No one wants you. He drove home silently, entered the house, and laid upon the bed. His felt his eyes droop heavily, his breathing evened out shortly after, and he fell asleep easily. He then entered a dream where the pain wasn’t as sharp and he wasn’t alone. He entered a dream where he was just a shadow to those that didn’t matter and was someone important to a person that did.
A Fool For Fire by thebatwiggler (wordcount: 38,276) (WIP) Stiles and Derek see their relationship in two very different ways. (Or, the one where Stiles thinks they’re fuck buddies while Derek believes they’re in a committed relationship.)
Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell (wordcount: 35,458) Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
Can’t Be Hateful, Gotta Be Grateful by HalfFizzbin (wordcount: 6,260) “Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.” (Or the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.
But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles (wordcount: 30,266) “We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly. “Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie. Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles— Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.
