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tamingthemuseTitle: I always fall from your window (to the pitch black streets) [2/3]
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 508 - pufferfish
Warnings: Canon divergent post-season 4.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~720
Summary: Stiles has been in Chicago for a little over a month when he gets a surprise visitor.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
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— “The Kids Aren’t Alright” - Fall Out Boy
Stiles loves Chicago. Well, aside from the snow and the cold, he loves Chicago. There’s something about the city, its size and all the people that live in it, that makes Stiles feel settled. It’s the anonymity, how he’s just another face amongst a crowd of faces, how nobody here knows him or knows what he’s done. He’ll go back to Beacon Hills once he’s finished with school, but for now, this is exactly what he needs to heal.
Just like the past summer, he falls into a routine. He has classes and new friends, Skype with his dad and Scott, FaceTime with Lydia, and phone calls and texts with the rest of the pack. He hasn’t exchanged more than a handful of texts with Derek since he left beside an awkward, short phone call the day he started classes. Regardless, he finds himself reaching for his phone at least twice a day to text him, but never follows through.
Stiles’ roommate, Anthony, is also on the CLJ track and happens to be a pretty laid-back dude. He honestly reminds Stiles a lot of Scott. Anthony is from a Chicago suburb and has a bunch of friends at UIC, and integrates Stiles into that group while showing him around the city. They go out a lot, usually to eat, but sometimes to clubs or to dive bars where Anthony ‘knows people.’ They go hang out in Millennium Park and take pictures at the Bean and Buckingham Fountain, explore Navy Pier, wander through Shedd Aquarium and the Field Museum and the Art Institute.
By February, he’s starting to feel like he did when he and Derek had still been close. Like Scott, Anthony is pretty good at picking up on Stiles’ moods and tries to get him out of their room when Stiles starts getting homesick or upset. Saturday, Anthony drags him out to the House of Blues then for sushi. They take the L’s pink line back to campus and trudge from the station back to their dorm through the snow.
Stiles practically trips over his own feet when they head up the sidewalk to the building and he recognizes the shape of the person loitering outside the door. Anthony catches him and follows his gaze to where Derek straightens from his hunch, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, neck hidden with a deep forest green scarf that makes Stiles want to see him in the sunlight just to know what color his eyes become next to it. Anthony looks between Derek and Stiles, raises both eyebrows in surprise. “I’m guessing you know each other?” he says to Stiles.
“Uh, yeah. Derek is… a friend from back home,” Stiles tells him without taking his eyes off Derek.
“Uh huh. I guess I’ll just go inside then.” He leans in close to Stiles. “Send me a text if you want me to clear out for the night.” After a glance back at Derek he amends, “Or the rest of the weekend.”
Stiles splutters after him, not knowing what to say to that but trying to say something because whatever Anthony’s thinking is 100% wrong. But Anthony ignores him, offers Derek a nod, and disappears inside their dorm. With a deep breath, Stiles squares his shoulders and stuffs his gloved hands into his coat pockets. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Derek says, walking towards him. “I would’ve called, but I didn’t know if you’d answer.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Even with Derek standing a few feet away from him, it’s still hard to believe he’s here.
“We haven’t talked since you left. Not really. I wanted to give you your space, which I know that me showing up here like this isn’t that at all, but I needed to see you. Because I feel like it was my fault and I think there might have been some miscommunication.”
“Okay. There’s a Starbucks a couple blocks from here that’s still open for another hour.” When Derek nods, Stiles turns back around, digs his phone out of his pocket and tugs off a glove to text Anthony. He gets three winking emojis back. Then he tries to think of something to talk to Derek about on the way to the coffee shop that isn’t about the weather.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Prompt: 508 - pufferfish
Warnings: Canon divergent post-season 4.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~720
Summary: Stiles has been in Chicago for a little over a month when he gets a surprise visitor.
Disclaimer: It’s all lies and I own nothing.
And it’s our time now if you want it to be
— “The Kids Aren’t Alright” - Fall Out Boy
Stiles loves Chicago. Well, aside from the snow and the cold, he loves Chicago. There’s something about the city, its size and all the people that live in it, that makes Stiles feel settled. It’s the anonymity, how he’s just another face amongst a crowd of faces, how nobody here knows him or knows what he’s done. He’ll go back to Beacon Hills once he’s finished with school, but for now, this is exactly what he needs to heal.
Just like the past summer, he falls into a routine. He has classes and new friends, Skype with his dad and Scott, FaceTime with Lydia, and phone calls and texts with the rest of the pack. He hasn’t exchanged more than a handful of texts with Derek since he left beside an awkward, short phone call the day he started classes. Regardless, he finds himself reaching for his phone at least twice a day to text him, but never follows through.
Stiles’ roommate, Anthony, is also on the CLJ track and happens to be a pretty laid-back dude. He honestly reminds Stiles a lot of Scott. Anthony is from a Chicago suburb and has a bunch of friends at UIC, and integrates Stiles into that group while showing him around the city. They go out a lot, usually to eat, but sometimes to clubs or to dive bars where Anthony ‘knows people.’ They go hang out in Millennium Park and take pictures at the Bean and Buckingham Fountain, explore Navy Pier, wander through Shedd Aquarium and the Field Museum and the Art Institute.
By February, he’s starting to feel like he did when he and Derek had still been close. Like Scott, Anthony is pretty good at picking up on Stiles’ moods and tries to get him out of their room when Stiles starts getting homesick or upset. Saturday, Anthony drags him out to the House of Blues then for sushi. They take the L’s pink line back to campus and trudge from the station back to their dorm through the snow.
Stiles practically trips over his own feet when they head up the sidewalk to the building and he recognizes the shape of the person loitering outside the door. Anthony catches him and follows his gaze to where Derek straightens from his hunch, hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, neck hidden with a deep forest green scarf that makes Stiles want to see him in the sunlight just to know what color his eyes become next to it. Anthony looks between Derek and Stiles, raises both eyebrows in surprise. “I’m guessing you know each other?” he says to Stiles.
“Uh, yeah. Derek is… a friend from back home,” Stiles tells him without taking his eyes off Derek.
“Uh huh. I guess I’ll just go inside then.” He leans in close to Stiles. “Send me a text if you want me to clear out for the night.” After a glance back at Derek he amends, “Or the rest of the weekend.”
Stiles splutters after him, not knowing what to say to that but trying to say something because whatever Anthony’s thinking is 100% wrong. But Anthony ignores him, offers Derek a nod, and disappears inside their dorm. With a deep breath, Stiles squares his shoulders and stuffs his gloved hands into his coat pockets. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Derek says, walking towards him. “I would’ve called, but I didn’t know if you’d answer.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Even with Derek standing a few feet away from him, it’s still hard to believe he’s here.
“We haven’t talked since you left. Not really. I wanted to give you your space, which I know that me showing up here like this isn’t that at all, but I needed to see you. Because I feel like it was my fault and I think there might have been some miscommunication.”
“Okay. There’s a Starbucks a couple blocks from here that’s still open for another hour.” When Derek nods, Stiles turns back around, digs his phone out of his pocket and tugs off a glove to text Anthony. He gets three winking emojis back. Then he tries to think of something to talk to Derek about on the way to the coffee shop that isn’t about the weather.
