Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.
I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!
“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.
Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“
Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”
Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”
Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.
Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.
He’s one of only two kids here, which is not really unexpected given that this is the end-of-semester party for Prof. Martin’s honors criminal psych class. Not too many college kids around here with children. Stiles had assumed, like an idiot, that that was true for Derek, too. Or, more like, he hadn’t ever thought to wonder about it. He probably should have. At twenty-six, Derek is older than everyone else in the class except the professor. It’s totally plausible for a twenty-six-year-old to have a kid.
What seems less plausible is that that twenty-six-year-old with a kid would be Derek Hale. He just doesn’t look like Stiles’ idea of a dad. He came into class the first day in a leather jacket and tight jeans with this don’t-talk-to-me smolder, and Stiles spent most of that session pretending to look over the syllabus with the rest of the class while actually wondering what Derek looked like naked. He feels kind of skeevy about it now, if Derek is somebody’s dad.
It seems more and more likely that he is. The kid is a dark-haired little boy, not very talkative, and not five minutes after they arrived, he’d already bitten Prof. Martin’s daughter on the arm and been banished to time-out. That was about when Stiles felt he had to accept that yep, that was probably Derek’s kid.
Now Jamie and Derek are sitting together on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water. Jamie is sniffling, but as Stiles watches, Derek pulls a kleenex out of the pocket of his leather jacket and carefully—tenderly, even—wipes at the kid’s face with it. Derek’s saying something to him, and he’s got this achingly gentle smile on his face that Stiles has never seen before, and then he’s pulling a quarter out of his pocket. At the flash of silver the kid stops crying, looking tentatively interested. Derek winks at him and pretends to put the coin back in his pocket, then reaches up and plucks it from behind his ear. Jamie stares at it, and then at Derek, dumbfounded. Derek does it a second time, faster, tickling the kid’s ear as he “finds” the coin, and Jamie giggles. It’s basically illegal levels of adorable.
Yeah, that confirms it. It’s definitely more than a simple lust-crush thing at this point, and Stiles is fucked.
Stiles looks over at Boyd. He’s busy on his phone, typing out a meticulous, grammatically correct reply to a wall of emojis from Erica. “So…” Stiles prompts. “Fatherhood?”
“I think you’re closer to needing adult supervision yourself than providing it to others,” Boyd decides, hitting send on his text. “You can be the fun uncle, at most.”
“Hmm,” Stiles says, and morosely eats a curly fry.
Stiles is over at the cooler on the patio, digging around through the ice to see if there’s any beer left, when someone clears their throat behind him. He waffles and snags a Sprite and turns around to see Derek hovering there, leaning an elbow on the railing.
Stiles pops the tab open on his can and tries for a casual bro nod. “Hey. ‘Sup.”
“I like your shirt,” Derek says, biting his lip. “I am Groot.”
Stiles smiles and runs a hand down his chest, over the baby Groot on his shirt. “Yeah. I wasn’t gonna buy any more graphic tees, but then I saw it and I was powerless to resist.”
“Have you seen the sequel yet?”
Stiles throws his head back and groans. “No, and it’s killing me. I can’t wait. I’ve watched the trailer like ten times. I’ve been forcing myself to stay in my dorm and study, though. No movies for me. I mean, the way everyone was talking, I thought for sure Professor Martin’s final was going to torpedo my GPA. I’m actually feeling pretty good about it, though. I think I probably got, like, a low A. You?”
“Same. I feel sorry for anybody who didn’t keep up with the readings, though. That would torpedo their grade.”
Stiles snorts. He knows exactly who didn’t do the readings, because most of them are huddled together in a glum little group at the picnic table at the edge of the yard. “Definitely. There was so much on the final that was never even mentioned in class.”
Derek looks at him, lingering in a way that makes Stiles’ skin feel too hot. “I guess now that that’s over with, you can finally see the movie.”
“Yeah.” Stiles laughs, nervous without quite knowing why. Maybe it’s just that when Derek looks at him, it always makes him kind of nervous. “Guess so.”
Derek picks at the peeling label on his lemonade bottle, asks, “Do you maybe want to go see it with me?”
On the one hand, YES, hell yes, Stiles wants that, and the fact that Derek wants that makes him feel like breaking out dancing right here, right now, but—maybe Stiles feels slightly less like he should want it now than he did, oh, say, this morning.
In the distance, he can hear Jamie shriek-laughing down on the lawn as Heather tickle-attacks him. Dating Derek—seriously dating, because Stiles wouldn’t be down for casual, not in this case—would mean being in that kid’s life, maybe even eventually being that kid’s step-parent. And yeah, Jamie is cute. So is seeing how good Derek is with kids. But… Stiles’ gut reaction is “Yikes.”
Stiles agrees with Boyd on this one: Stiles should be the fun uncle at most. Stiles as a dad, responsible for the well-being of a small child? Yikes. Double yikes. Infinite yikes.
Derek is still staring at him, his smile fading to something more closed-off, more nervous, the longer Stiles doesn’t say anything. By the time Stiles says, “No, I—I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I can’t,” Derek doesn’t even look that surprised, more… resigned. Sad.
“Okay, well…” he says. “Thanks for considering it.” He nods, once, without quite looking at Stiles. Then he sets his lemonade down on the railing and walks away.
Stiles doesn’t really feel much like partying after that. There’s nothing like rejecting your crush—after a whole semester of trying to get them to ask you out, no less!—to ruin the mood. And anyway, he’s already eaten and socialized and done his time sitting around in the sunshine. He’s probably going to have sunburn all over his face and neck tomorrow to go along with his Derek-asked-me-out-and-I-said-no moping. He can be both emotionally and physically miserable at the same time. Great.
When he opens Prof. Martin’s front door, heading out to his Jeep parked up on the road, there’s a man jogging up the porch steps. He slows when he sees Stiles, shooting him a friendly enough smile.
“Everyone’s out back,” Stiles says. The guy looks a little older, like Derek’s age, maybe, and he has a tattoo on his arm, two thick dark lines. He definitely wasn’t in their class this semester. “Are you a friend of Professor Martin’s?”
“No, actually, I don’t know her. I’m Scott. I’m a friend of Derek’s. I’m just here to pick up my son for his dentist appointment.”
Stiles isn’t sure what his heart just did in response to that, but it’s probably nothing good. “Your son as in, the little boy who likes to bite people?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a phase he’s been going through,” Scott says apologetically, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We’re working on it. Hope he wasn’t too much of a problem today. Derek asked Professor Martin if he could come, and she said it would be fine, so…”
“Yeah, it’s been good,” Stiles manages to say through his inner mantra of Stiles, you idiot.
“Awesome. When Jamie heard Derek was going to a party, he just got so excited, you know? Kira—my wife—she tried to tell him it was a grown-up party, but he was really insistent. He’s kind of obsessed with Derek right now. Everything Derek does, Jamie wants to do.” Scott laughs a little. “You should’ve seen how excited he was when Kira hinted he might get a jacket just like Derek’s for his birthday.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles says faintly, because that mental image is almost too cute to handle. Also… apparently he isn’t leaving yet after all.
Stiles lingers as unobtrusively as possible on the back patio until Scott has collected Jamie from Derek, and then he heads over. For once, he’s able to sneak up on Derek, even though this time he’s not even trying. Derek’s clearly lost in his own head, standing alone over by the pool and staring down into the still water.
“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, drifting to a stop a few feet away.
Derek jumps a little, then sees who it is and looks even more startled.
Stiles snorts. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” Derek says, unconvincingly.
“Right, well. I just… I was just wondering if you still wanted to see that movie.”
Derek eyes him, wary and kind of puzzled. “Thirty minutes ago you said—”
“I know what I said. What I said was stupid.”
Derek’s expression doesn’t change, except to look incrementally more confused.
Stiles sighs. He’s just going to have to say it. “Thirty minutes ago I thought you were Jamie’s dad, okay? Now I know better.”
Derek uncrosses his arms. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And I figured… The date was probably going to go pretty well, and then there’d be another one and another.”
“That’s confident of you,” Derek says, cautiously pleased.
“Well,” Stiles shrugs, “I think I’ve spent enough time with you by now to know we’d be pretty great together, and honestly? I’m crazy about you. Any relationship with you, I would work like hell to make it work.”
Derek looks a little stunned.
Stiles forges on, hoping he’s not creeping Derek out. “So yeah, I figured if I said yes, it wouldn’t be just one date. And I figured I shouldn’t just jump into that without being prepared for what it might mean. Long-term.”
Derek steps in a little closer, and he’s just staring at Stiles and not saying anything and it’s wreaking havoc on Stiles’ nerves.
So, of course, he keeps talking, and talking. “Before you get creeped out, trust me, I know you’re just asking me out, not proposing marriage or whatever, but listen, I’m not going to jump into something with you if I’m not ready for the possibility of it getting serious one day. When you showed up with Jamie, I thought things getting serious between us might include your kid, and… Honestly, I’m not sure I want kids, and that’s not even getting into whether it’d be a good idea to give me a child. I feel like that could actually be a very terrifying idea, both for me and for him.”
“I mean, I’m happy enough seeing other people’s kids once in a while and then sending them home to their parents, you know? So I guess what I’m trying to say is, finding out you don’t have kids was basically the best news of my life because now I can say yes, like, the most enthusiastic of yeses—”
Derek kisses him. Stiles agreeably stops trying to talk, letting his eyes fall shut and his hands drift down to twist in Derek’s shirt. Who needs talking, anyway, when he has Derek gently coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. That’s the kind of communication style Stiles can really get behind.
After the third wolf-whistle from over by the picnic table, they reluctantly break apart. Derek looks satisfyingly dazed. Stiles feels like he probably does, too, because wow.
“I guess that was a yes to my yes?”
“That was a ‘Stiles, shut up before you run out of oxygen.’” Derek smiles. “And it was a yes.”
decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of
what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at
all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements,
design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where
different species would roam on our big blue marble.”
This will be my 19th
Pokémon in our Biomes post, and this one will focus on the Open Ocean. Generally when we talk about open oceans we throw
around the term pelagic zone. Much like the abyssal zone, the pelagic zone has its own specific characteristics
that make it different than other oceanic zones. The difference of the pelagic
zone compared to other zones is that it’s pretty much just water. No coral, no
plant life, the pelagic zone encompasses everything from the surface of the
water all the way down to just above the ocean floor, where the benthic and
demersal zones lie respectively.
The sheer vastness
and openness of the oceans allow for some of the fastest, biggest, most
migratory aquatic species. Because there isn’t much to offer in regards to
nutrients and prey, pretty much all of the food chain in the pelagic zone
starts with the bear essential: sunlight
on the long list of small details skam pays attention to
isak’s textbook is used!!! it’s the end of the semester so it’s not going to look brand new!! and it’s a small detail but when you see students in movies and shows they often carry these books that look like they just bought them, like no matter what time of the school year it is? and this is the type of little things you’re not necessarily meant to pay that much attention to, it doesn’t just stand out on its own but it’s a combination of all these little things that just makes the characters that much more relatable
a pause, dawn’s eyebrows raise as she stares towards the other for a long moment. ❝ are you even taking my course? ❞ the brunette shifts to stand up straight once more from her place leaning against her desk. ❝ i have over two hundred students, but i know i’ve neve seen you in my classes. unless you’re trying to tell me you’re the type to skip until the last minute. ❞
I'm starting college tomorrow (pre-nursing) and I'm really starting to freak out. I feel pretty confident with all my classes except A&P. My professor is making it seem SO scary in her emails and on the syllabus. Any advice?
Hey, friend. Happy first day of school! A&P can be pretty rough because there’s so much info covered. So how do you remember it all? The easy answer is that you probably won’t, and that’s okay. Here’s my advice on remembering as much as possible:
1. Study your class notes some time before the next class.
2. Find a study buddy or two. Quiz each other, make flashcards, talk difficult concepts out. A friend and I drew on each other at least once. It was very effective, but we got a lot of funny looks ;)
3. Go to open lab if your prof has one. At my school, they’d open up the lab for a few hours each week and set out models and microscope slides, etc, and it was pretty helpful for a hands-on learner like me.
4. Annotate your notes and textbook (unless you have a rental, in which case, just take notes from the text).
5. Make a study guide with some friends. Each of you could take a chapter and come up with questions and answers to help the group. Put ‘em all together and take it like a practice test. Check your answers with the ones you and your friends found in the textbook and your notes. You can use that to determine your weaker areas and figure out what to spend extra time studying.
6. Relax. Eat some chocolate, do something fun, take your mind off A&P… You can do this. And you will.
There are many guidelines for going outside. There are doors and road maps to guide us. But for going within, there is no map and there is no guide.
Just as the Upanishads say: „The bird has no path; where the bird flies is the path. The fish has no path in water; wherever it swims is the path.‟
Similarly, you have to dive within and find your path. None of the
scriptures can help you; none of the theoretical knowledge that you have will help you. You can achieve it by having complete faith in yourself.
How beautifully the bird flies! Does it worry about the path? Does the fish hesitate? Then why do we hesitate? Plunge within! My master Ramana always said: „Dive within, plunge within and go inwards.‟ Dive within with full faith in Bhagavan and you are sure to find the inner guru waiting for you with open arms.
Benedict stepped off the barge and smiled as he took his first steps on to the island. Striding forward he saw students and faculty alike mingling, often time intimately. He was quite unsure what he was to do now that he had arrived. The whole island and campus seemed far too expansive and the whole of it intimidated him, felt like home. Ben laughed at the notion of home in his mind. The last century had been nothing but a wild chase across the globe, hunting down an artifact that would grant him eternal life. To finally be somewhere that he could just simply settle down for a bit felt strange and foreign.
Ben was now standing in front of a building that he assumed to be the library and finally decided to admit the he was completely and utterly lost. “How hard could the dormitory be to find really?” Deciding that he was already tired of this adventure, Ben sat down on the steps of the library and set his satchel and suitcase down beside him. Although it was winter break, the campus seemed far more active than a regular campus should be at this time, but then again this school was far from normal. Content with his current position, Benedict began to conjure some petty fire sprites in front of him and watched them fight as he leaned back with a smile on his face.
“How incredibly dumb these creatures are. Every time they touch the snow, they act as if its the first time they’ve seen steam.”