yes so this is apparently an entirely different nerd!Derek AU from the one I’ve already written shhhh shhhhhhhh just let it happen.
“Okay,” Stiles says to himself, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet to psych himself up. “It’s game time. Top of the ninth. Now or never. Fortune favors the brave. Faint heart never won—”
“Fucking hell,” Lydia groans, slamming her book down onto the table. “If you don’t at least ask Hot Librarian for his name this time, I’m going to have sex with him out of sheer spite.”
Stiles gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
“This is the love of my life! The potential love of my life,” Stiles corrects when Lydia gives him a look.
“Yes, be sure to lead with that,” she says, going back to her reading. “He won’t find that creepy at all.”
“Shhh, no talking,” Stiles says venomously as he backs away from their table. “We’re in a library.”
Someone clears their throat pointedly behind him, and Stiles turns around slowly to find that he’s backed all the way into the circulation desk. Hot Librarian’s desk.
“Hello, librarian,” Stiles says, actually waving at him. It’s the single most awkward two seconds of his life; he’s actually kind of impressed with himself.
“Derek,” says Hot Librarian, and then lowers his gaze to his lap again. His eyelashes are ridiculous.
“Derek,” Stiles repeats, and he hopes he doesn’t sound too much like he’s planning on writing that name in his notebook with little hearts drawn around it. He leans on the desk, determined to plant here until he manages to form a coherent sentence, or until Derek tells him to leave. Whichever comes first.
As soon as Stiles leans in, though, Derek jumps and tries to jerk something out of his lap. “Shit,” Derek says softly, and Stiles’ pulse jumps because he likes the way Derek curses, apparently.
“Whatcha got there?” Stiles goes up on his toes, leaning further over. “Looks like—are you sewing?”
“It’s a slow day,” Derek says, defensive. “And I like this cardigan.”
“Me too,” Stiles says, recognizing it. “The argyle is a little much, but your shoulders look awesome in it.”
“Wha—ow,” Derek says, pulling the needle out of the pad of his thumb. “Fuck.”
Stiles shudders. He wants to hear Derek say that all night long. “I gotta ask you something.”
“Okay, just…” Derek tries to lift the cardigan off his lap, only to find that the stitches go right through to his jeans. He heaves a huge, resigned sigh, as if this is a common occurrence. Stiles is absolutely in love.
“Once you pull those stitches out and close up for the night, can I buy you dinner?”
Derek abruptly stops tugging at the thread and looks up at him slowly. “Seriously?”
“Okay, well,” Stiles says, heart sinking as he starts to retreat. “It was worth a shot.”
“No. Yes. I mean, Stiles. Yes.”
“Yes?” Stiles beams. “Okay, yes. Wait. How did you know my name?”
“It’s on your library card.”
Stiles gapes. “You memorize all the patron’s names?”
Derek’s eyes go shifty. “No.”
“Holy god, I am gonna date you so hard,” Stiles breathes, and Derek chokes on his next breath and accidentally rips a bigger hole in the cardigan.
So at work yesterday we only had pink spoons to hand out for the frozen yogurt and every male asked if we had a different color spoon because they did not like pink and it’s femininity and lemme tell u that this proves boys are weak and a fuckjng pink spoon proved that
heres 15 or so seconds of my 2 day old baby guinea pig enjoy
standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”
Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.
Has anybody thought about the PDS youtube community though?
Sure you’ve got your extremist stuff, but I’ll bet you the top videos would be something like:
"tutorial: applying coverup makeup"
"shit non-risen people say to PDS sufferers"
"PDS jackass stunts"
"tips on pretending to eat"
"queer pds girls looking for queer pds girls"
"sorry for vlog hiatus I died"
"how to pass as living in job interviews"
"watch jack eat his own leg"
have you tried to explain to your friends and family that you have in fact received a rich education from the esteemed bird school, only to be met with scoffs, rebuttals, and general doubt? no more, for today you can provide the naysayers with concrete evidence of your breathtaking intellect. print out your bird school degree today and tell the world, “i went to bird school, which is for birds!”
They are learning. They are evolving.