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Isaac!!!

Ruebin my friend!!!! I hope you like this lil thing I wrote ^^ It’s kinda short but sweet too, you feel? 

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Title: Make Me Go Blind

Stiles likes to think that he is, in general, a professional. Sure, he hasmoments where he gets frustrated – whenever one of the kids gets into a fightagain, or pees in their pants – but he usually keeps his calm. Kids are, afterall, child’s play (pun intended) compared to some of the adults in Stiles’life. Toddlers are generally more likely to follow Stiles’ orders than adults,in any case.

There’s just one teensy thing that always throws a wrench in Stiles’professional facade – Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, dad of Sammy Hale, who is undoubtedly the sweetest kid inStiles’ class and who seems to have inherited his dad’s personality. DerekHale, a single dad, who wears sweaters and glasses and is so insanely perfectthat Stiles can’t even answer a simple question when he’s around.

So yeah, Stiles kind of has a problem. Fortunately – or unfortunately,depending how you look at it – Stiles doesn’t interact with Derek all thatmuch. In fact, he doesn’t interact with him at all. The most interaction theyhave had, has been locking eyes while standing on the other side of the parkinglot, and even that was because Stiles had been blatantly staring. And Derek –sweet, cute Derek, who blushes when someone talks to him – had waved at him.

Needless to say, Stiles still isn’t over it.

But, the only good thing that’s come out of this whole non-interactionbusiness is that Stiles has had time to slowly build up a resistance to Derek’s– well – everything. That’s what he calls it, at least. His heart hasstopped doing that thing whenever he sees Derek, so that’s animprovement. You never know who’s a werewolf and who isn’t, nowadays.

It’s just a shame that only three days after Stiles buys himself somecongratulatory cake for this impressive accomplishment, it all kind of fallsapart.

It starts with Sammy. Someone pushed him over when they were walking to theparking lot, and after a few minutes of drying Sammy’s tears, Sammy hadinsisted on holding Stiles’ hand while walking to his dad.  And really,Stiles is unable to say no to those big, green eyes.

So Stiles walks to the parking lot, Sammy’s small hand in his, and hisheart is beating out of his chest, because Sammy’s reluctance to let him gomeans that he’ll actually have to interact with Derek and oh my god he’sgoing to die.

“Sammy!” Derek yells when he spots them, eyes wide and panicked. Stilesfeels kind of guilty for not letting him know something was wrong with Sammy.He watches patiently as Derek bends down to hug his son, and something inStiles just kind of… melts. “I was worried.”

“It’s okay, daddy. I had Stiles,” Sammy says, framing his dad’s face withhis hands – and if that isn’t the most adorable thing Stiles has everseen, Christ – and accidentally pushes Derek’s glasses off his face.

Stiles quickly bends down to pick them up. The lenses aren’t scratched –luckily – and he cleans them with the hem of his t-shirt, softly rubbing overthe glass. He holds them up against the sun to inspect them, when he realizeswith a start that the light doesn’t bend and – oh.

“Are these fake?” he asks, blurting out the words because of this new, uh, development.He’s so transfixed by the blush that stains his cheeks that he doesn’t noticeDerek grab the glasses back until their fingers brush together.

Derek quickly puts them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nosewith a single finger, brushing his hair out of his face. Stiles can’t stopstaring. “Uh, I mean – yeah, I guess?”

Honestly, Stiles’ heart can’t handle any more of this – here is Derekfreaking Hale, blushing because of him, who wears fake glasses and whois probably a werewolf and could rip Stiles in half, and he’s blushing.Derek scratches the back of his neck, looks anywhere but him, and Stiles kindof just wants to hug him and never let him go.

“Don’t worry about it, dude!” Stiles says, resisting the urge to pat Derekon the shoulder. God, why does he always revert to his dudebro personawhen things get awkward. “I went through a glasses phase too, and I have 20/20vision.”

Derek nods, but doesn’t look at him, instead peering after Sammy, who hasrun off to talk to Chase. “That’s – cool.”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, stomach sinking. Jesus, first time talking to Derekand he’s already fucked it up. That’ll make a nice first impression. “I’lljust, uh, leave you alone now.”

Stiles gestures over his shoulder with his thumb, eager to leave becausehe’s been down this road before – talking to attractive guys and miserablyfailing at being even remotely suave. He’s already turning around when Derek’shand catches on his elbow. Stiles shivers; it’s warm even through his plaid.

“No!” Derek says, immediately pulling his hand away when he notices whereit is. He tangles his hand into the sleeve of his own sweater, drawing histhumb into a thumbhole and oh my god, Stiles is going to die from thisman’s adorableness. “I mean, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” Stiles says softly, placatingly, and the tense line of Derek’sshoulders relaxes a bit. “Well, see you later, I guess.”

“I hope,” Derek mutters, voice low as he walks off to find Sammy. Stiles’breath catches in his throat, hands trembling, because Derek – did Derek just –what? He clenches his hand, unclenches it, takes a deep breath and just… goesfor it.

“Me too,” Stiles whispers, and he smirks when he sees Derek’s eyes widen.He’s never wrong when it comes to werewolves. He winks, heart skipping a beatwhen the tips of Derek’s ears flush a bright red. “Believe me, Derek. Metoo.”

Derek’s answering grin (and blush) is worth it.

A/N:

Okay, not gonna lie, I have a new weakness: nerd!dad!Derek. Save me from myself please oh my god...

Anyway, I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you thought?

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