Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Baby, They Don't Know About Us

By: spaceprincessem

Summary:

Stiles felt something inside him snap, like the weight of all of the looks, the giggles, the whispers had finally found their weak point. Stiles pulled his hand from Derek's as he stormed onto his feet, pacing angrily in front of the wolf.

"Come on, Derek, you can't tell me you haven't noticed." Stiles chewed out, dragging his hands through his hair roughly.

"Noticed what?" Derek asked, arms crossing over his chest as he watched Stiles with concern.

"How everyone looks at us like we don't make sense." Stile spat, like finally admitting the words out loud were enough to break him.

Work Text:

Stiles was in a bubble. Bubbles were safe, they were small, they kept things private, protected. He deserved his bubble! He had earned it, dammit. What with all of the supernatural bullshit he had put up with over the years Stiles felt like that gave him a little leeway to just hunker down in his bubble and stay there. Maybe forever. Of course, seeing as their lives were never that easy, Stiles would have to come out at some point, but for now he was enjoying his time. While he thought graduating high school, surviving Beacon Hell, was the most astonishing and surprising thing he had ever accomplished, nothing had prepared him for the inevitability that was his and Derek's relationship. 

Stiles Stilinski was dating Derek Hale.

In a way it shook Stiles to his core, because he never, ever , thought in a million years that someone like Derek would even like someone like him. But when they kissed, their lips meeting in desperate hunger, Stiles felt like he was coming home. Derek had seemed just as amazed, just as surprised that Stiles liked him in return. Maybe they really were perfect for each other. Lydia had called them idiots in love. Stiles knew Lydia was more often right than not. Still, even after a couple months of waking up in the Alpha's arms Stiles couldn't stop the creeping doubts lingering in the back of his mind. Things like not good enough, pathetic, just a phase , that woke him up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. It was only when Derek pulled him in a little tighter, kissed him a little harder, his eyes growing a little softer when their gazes met that those thoughts were put out of his mind. So, Stiles slowly sank into their little bubble. A place for just the two of them to find the time to be with each other without the threat of the supernatural or anything else that could get in their way.

But like all bubbles, Stiles knew theirs would pop sooner rather than later. He could see the cracks starting to show, dark and dangerous things waiting right on the perimeter, ready to deal a deadly blow when it all came crashing down. Stiles just didn't expect the first signs of deterioration to show one Saturday morning when Derek came to visit him on campus. 

He was still half asleep - his roommate thankfully gone for the weekend - when there was a loud pounding on the door. He rolled out of bed, hair messily sticking up at odd angles, only dressed in a pair of sweatpants. He knew he had dark circles under his eyes from his last couple of all nighters and he may have forgotten to eat properly the past few days? He wasn't sure. College was tough. That's why when he opened his door to reveal a very handsome and well put together Derek he nearly passed out from a heart attack. It was unfair how attractive his boyfriend was during regular hours, let alone early morning ones when his poor little heart was just not prepared.

"Stiles." Derek said with an amused grin as he pulled the boy into a tight embrace, burying his nose into the crook of Stiles' neck, like he was making sure his scent was still there from the last time they saw each other.

"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked, wondering if he was in a dream or not.

"Taking you to breakfast." Derek answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I know you haven't been properly feeding yourself."