I hope you enjoy this 😀
Bad Santa
“Wait, what?” Stiles sputters, spitting Cheetos everywhere. He twists round to stare at Scott, the episode of Brooklyn 99 they’re watching forgotten.
“Secret Santa.”
Stiles gapes. “Seriously?”
Scott shrugs, “I thought it would be nice.”
“Nice.”
“Y’know, promote pack bonding or whatever.”
“And you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier?”
“I sent a text,” Scott’s face falls. “Oh, wait, I sent it a couple of weeks back, around the time your phone was broken.”
“Oh my god, Scott. When I didn’t get back to you, you could have e-mailed me. Or skyped. Or written me a letter or something.”
“There were giants, man. Actual giants. I was distracted.” Stiles rolls his eyes, and Scott sighs. “I honestly thought you knew. I didn’t make the connection between the lack of reply and the broken phone until just now.”
Tag: fluff
Day Twelve: Christmas Morning
Merry Christmas, @bellybaire!
Flower Wolf
Derek digs his paws into the dirt, does it over and over until he has a nice, deep hole. Then he tilts his head and gently bites the stem of the gerbera daisy he’s planting, carefully setting it down it its new spot. He pushes the earth back over its roots, making sure not to compact it too much.
Then he moves over, and starts digging the next hole.
Sure, it’d probably be faster to do today’s new planting in human form, but sometimes he likes doing it this way, too. It’s nice, experiencing the garden as a wolf, fully enjoying all the sights and smells.
When he’s finished his row of flowers, he curls up in the shade of the little orange tree in the center. He completely relaxes, stretching out and letting the garden soothe him as the breeze gently ruffles his fur.
As he drifts off, he lets himself idly imagine all the different things he could plant. He has a lot of space that isn’t being used yet, and he wants the garden to be done this year.
He wants it to be ready.
i was so busy this season i didnt even get to write a christmas sterek fic. fuck everything.
how about fic with a secret santa and derek gets stiles and he LABORS over the gift. maybe at first he thinks about just getting him something lame, because he WANTED to get Scott, he has so many idea for scott.
But then when he’s at the register getting some stupid gift card or something he starts thinking about Stiles’ smile when he gets really excited about something, usually something stupid, and he looks at his gift card and thinks this isn’t right.
So, he starts to think about it. Queue Derek spending the month of December in increasing states of panic trying to figure out what to get Stiles. Him at craft stores purchasing one of everything cos he’s gonna make him something.
And it all ends in disaster. And then he goes to expensive jewelry stores and looks at really nice watches and thinks he’s seventeen. And then he loses his head completely and buys him a bearded dragon because Stiles always talks about wanting one and naming it Jackson.
And maybe at the end of it all he just gives Stiles the stupid gift card and Stiles smiles at him, genuinely but not The Smile. But maybe after Christmas Stiles finds all the stuff. He finds the giant mug Derek doodled all over with ceramic markers: an abominable snowman in a red plaid with a wolf for a companion. And he finds the knit hat Derek tried to make, all lopsided and terrible.
And he finds the lizard and the gift basket of junk foods, and the stack of books on lore and he looks at Derek in awe and asks ‘was this all for me?“
And Derek gets embarrassed and tries to pretend otherwise and but he shrugs and says “it all sucked…”
Stiles would look at him like he’s nuts and clutch the mug in his hands and say, “nuh uh, it’s awesome.” And Derek would shrug again and Stiles would stare at him cos no one’s ever gone this crazy over him before, not like the way he used to with Lydia. Like he was so important he needed perfection and everything failed to meet some standard. Like he mattered. And Stiles’ heart would skip, and Derek’s eyes would widen a bit and then Stiles would smile, The smile and shuffle over and throw his arms around Derek and squeeze.
Hey Merry Christmas! How about where Sterek both get each other the same really expensive gift because they both saw each other looking at it?
Merry Christmas!
“I dunno,” Stiles says slowly, rocking on the balls of his
feet. “This is pretty steep.”“Oh, it’s not so bad!” the saleswoman—Kira, according to her
nametag—assures him. “Think of all the use you’ll get out of it. It’s
only a few hundred dollars a year when you think about it.”“Yeah, I guess…”
He’s still not sure, though. A TV is a big present,
especially one of this size. Derek’s loft is basically all bare walls, and even
though Stiles moved in with him two months ago, he hasn’t made much headway in
terms of decoration. A television would be awesome, especially since Derek was talking
about all the shows he misses from his teen years the other day. Stiles figures
a few discs of some old shows and a television would be pretty great.“It’s a really good gift,” Kira prompts, when he’s silent
for a few moments. “My boyfriend and I love to cuddle under blankets and
watch Christmas movies. It’s a great excuse to not leave the apartment all
winter.”She winks conspiratorially, and Stiles thinks it does sound pretty nice.
“Yeah,” he concedes. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll take it.”
“Awesome!” Kira says, smiling brightly. “He’ll love it!”
“He’ll love it,”
the saleswoman, Kira, promises. “I just had someone in here earlier picking one
up for their SO. They sounded like a cute couple, and I bet you guys are too. I
think a television makes a really nice gift, especially if he likes all those
shows as much as you said.”“Yeah,” Derek says, nodding thoughtfully. “He’s always
talking about The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones. I feel bad
that he can’t watch them at my house.”“Sounds perfect, then!” Kira insists. Derek’s pretty sure
she works on commission. Either that, or she’s just really perky. “I would go for it.”It’s expensive, but that’s not exactly an issue for him. He
hopes Stiles doesn’t think it’s too big a gift, but they have been going out for a long time now, and he knows Stiles gets
bored in the loft sometimes, even if he tries not to act like it. The only form
of entertainment Derek really has in there is a bookshelf full of crumbling
paperbacks, and it’s not like reading is exactly a social event. What Kira was
just telling him about cuddling with her boyfriend while they watch TV sounded
pretty nice. Maybe Derek can pick up a few seasons of GoT or something, too.
Stiles will be twice as happy if they get to cuddle and he gets to force Derek to watch some of his shows.“I think I’ll take it.”
“Great,” Kira says, smiling brightly. “He’ll be so
surprised!”
“What. The hell. Is that?” Stiles hisses. “Scott, tell me
that’s not what I think it is.”“What?” Scott asks, trying to peer around the giant box.
Stiles has enlisted him and Isaac to help bring it up to the loft to surprise
Derek when he wakes up, and werewolf strength or not, the fifteen flights of
stairs have the two of them exhausted. “Where?”“Oh, geez,” Stiles groans. “Put that down. C’mere.”
“Gladly,” Scott says, setting down one end.
Isaac follows suit, and they step out from around the box,
following Stiles’ line of sight.“That… that is a brand new TV,” Scott says slowly. “Big one,
too.”Already hooked up and gleaming in its very expensive glory
is the exact television Stiles just
bought.“Dude, the fuck?”
Isaac says, sounding very put out. “You made us haul this monster up here on
Christmas morning and you already have the exact same one? When did Derek
even get a TV?”“This morning,” Derek says, coming down the stairs. “What’s
wrong?”He’s frowning when he gets to the bottom of the spiral, but
quickly realizes the problem when he sees Stiles standing next to the enormous
wrapped box.“I’ll give you one guess what this is,” Stiles says.
Derek sighs.
“I guess you’re half of the ‘cute couple’ who bought one of
these right before me, huh?”Scott and Isaac snicker.
“Alright,” Stiles says, snuggling in closer. “I’m not saying
this is the most cost effective option, but you have to admit it’s cool as
fuck.”Derek laughs, kissing the top of Stiles’ head before taking
a sip of his hot chocolate.The two huge TV’s are hooked up next to one another on the
wall, and Stiles always knew all the empty space in here had to be good for something. One TV is playing the fifth
or sixth episode of one of Derek’s favorite shows from when he was younger,
while the other plays a ten hour video of a yule log, casting the loft in a
pretty orange glow.“Not cost effective,” Derek agrees, rolling his eyes fondly.
“But Kira wasn’t wrong when she said these things were good for cuddling.”
Merry Christmas, loveactually-rps!
Here’s a bit of Sterek Christmas fluff for you. I hope you like it!
Tags: Christmas, Fluff (so much fluff!), post s5, POV Derek
Derek puts his book down when he hears Stiles running up his stairs. He checks his phone to make sure he didn’t miss any calls about an emergency, but there are no messages, no missed calls. He puts his book down and moves to the door to open it for Stiles.
‘You need to sit down for a minute?’ he teases as Stiles skids to a stop on the landing, then doubles over, panting, trying to catch his breath. Stiles flips him off and uses the wall to push himself upright.
‘You’re still here,’ Stiles says with wonder.
nofeartina
answered your question “Send me tropes?”What about Stiles as a college-frat-dudebro who secretly has a crush for nerdy glasses!Derek. And Stiles tries to let Derek know how in to him he is, but Derek just doesn’t speak dudebro, so he doesn’t pick up on all the hints Stiles is dropping.. 🙂
Not gonna lie, friend, I struggled with this, but I think I got close enough in the end. Enjoy?
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”Heeey, so. Derek.”
The voice makes Derek close his eyes
and count to ten, because, god, never a moment’s peace.
”Stiles,” he greets dully, refusing to even look at him. Derek is
not about to give him the satisfaction.”There’s this party at the Eta Zeta
sorority tonight. Wanna come?” Stiles asks, splaying out
obnoxiously in his chair, and Derek is about to sneer at him to stop
man-spreading all over the place before he remembers that he’s not
supposed to be looking at Stiles. Dammit.”No. I’m not really a fan of
parties.”Stiles starts jiggling his leg, and
consequently the entire library table Derek is studying on. Ugh.
Jocks.”Oh. Well. Uh. Standing offer, you
know. In case you change your mind.” Stiles leaves after that, and
Derek breathes a sigh of relief. He’s never really figured out what
Stiles wants from him, but it can’t be good. Fratboy jocks never want
anything good from nerds. So far Stiles hasn’t even asked for
(or demanded) help with assignments, but still. It’s probably only a
matter of time until he reveals what it is he wants from Derek.
Because he must want something.
Fairs and Fireworks
(Written for the cross country road trip, fireworks, and state fair squares on the @sterekwriters summer bingo card. Thank you to @bleep0bleep for looking it over! Word count: 988)
“Oh! Derek!” Stiles lunged across the center console. “We should stop here!”
Derek lifted his elbow to guard the wheel. “Will you sit back down before we crash?”
Stiles huffed, but he sat back in the passenger’s seat and rebuckled his seatbelt. “Fine, but seriously, pull in here!”
Derek finally looked at what had caught Stiles’s attention. Cars packed the field near on the side of the highway, and he spotted a Ferris wheel and a few other rides poking up from the landscape. “A fair?”
“Yes! Come on, let’s go eat our weight in funnel cakes and turkey legs!”
Derek raised his eyebrows. That sounded like a one-way ticket to Stiles hunched over in the back seat, whining about his stomach for the next four hours.
But Stiles’s eyes practically glowed with hope and anticipation, and it had been a long time since Derek had had a funnel cake.
He took the next exit off the highway.
***
It had started as a way to just get Stiles out of town. They’d been texting off and on for months, and slowly Derek learned how to read between the lines. He picked up on the cues and saw how bad things were getting, how paranoid Stiles was, how little he was actually sleeping.
Derek came back to town for the high school graduation and asked Sheriff Stilinski if he thought Stiles would benefit from getting out of Beacon Hills for the summer. The sheriff had stared at him, speechless, for a full ten seconds before wrapping Derek in a hug and saying, “Please.”
Stiles had balked, at first, refusing to leave his dad, before the sheriff reminded him that it was just for a few weeks and he promised to keep up his diet and stay safe. Once that had been settled, Stiles agreed, and Derek had seen the tension bleed from his shoulders.
For two weeks now, they’d been heading east, ambling over the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains with no particular destination in mind beyond “Maybe Florida. Or Maine.” They’d gone to the Grand Canyon and Carlsbad Caverns and Pike’s Peak and dozens of other, less-famous places, with boatloads of kitschy tourist stuff that Stiles adored. The back of Derek’s SUV was slowly filling with tacky souvenir T-shirts and wolf knick-knacks and gifts for people back home.
Stiles was surprisingly easy to travel with. He filled the car with conversation, but never minded if Derek’s only contribution was a nod or a snort of disbelief. He played Pandora almost constantly, poking Derek for a thumbs up or thumbs down for each song. He talked to people when Derek didn’t want to, and provided a great barrier between Derek and the people who occasionally tried to hit on him when they stopped for food.
Derek was in a better place now, but he was also self-aware enough to admit the only person he was interested in was the one who was currently skipping toward the fair, singing an off-key, made-up song about turkey legs.
“Seriously, Derek, I’m getting one as big as my head.” Stiles held out his hands for a visual. “And then a funnel cake for dessert.”
“Please don’t get sick in my car,” Derek said.
Stiles flipped him off. “I’ll have you know I have a stomach of steel.”
Derek rolled his eyes, but he still bought them both a turkey leg and a lemonade.
They wandered the fairgrounds, Stiles gesturing wildly at everything and Derek just trying to keep lemonade from spilling all over him. Stiles stopped at the petting zoo and insisted on petting every animal there at least once. Derek won a small stuffed panda at the ring toss, which he immediately gave to Stiles, and Stiles ran to a dart game and spent $15 before he won a stuffed tiger with heavy eyebrows.
“He looks just like you,” Stiles cooed, and Derek pushed him away with a laugh.
They split a funnel cake and another lemonade, and then Stiles dragged them over to the Ferris wheel for a ride. Derek wasn’t entirely sure the thing was up to code, but hell, he could protect Stiles if anything happened. Besides, he really did love Ferris wheels.
Derek leaned against the metal backrest and sighed, watching the fair. It stretched out beneath them, dotted with lights and people, music and laughter dancing through the evening air. The Ferris wheel gave them a cool breeze, and Derek closed his eyes briefly.
Something popped, and his eyes snapped open and he threw his arm across Stiles’s chest.
Before he could assess the situation, Stiles grabbed him and pointed. “Fireworks, dude!”
Derek followed Stiles’s finger, and sure enough, a fireworks show had started against the darkening sky. He relaxed minutely.
Stiles turned to him with a grin. “Did you think the Ferris wheel was falling apart?”
Derek slowly lowered his arm. “Maybe.”
“And your first thought was to protect me.” Stiles rested his head on Derek’s shoulder. “I feel loved.”
You should, Derek thought, but he couldn’t make himself say it. “I’ll always protect you,” he said instead.
“I know,” Stiles said, his heartbeat steady.
Derek closed his eyes and cautiously laid his cheek on Stiles’s head. Most days he still didn’t feel worthy of trust like that. It still boggled his mind that Stiles gave it so easily.
Stiles linked his warm fingers through Derek’s, and Derek’s heart thudded at the touch.
“Thank you for this,” Stiles whispered.
Derek turned his hand so their palms pressed together, so he could hold Stiles’s hand properly. It felt like everything he hadn’t been able to say for weeks now. Maybe months. “Thank you for coming with me.”
Stiles just squeezed his hand in response.
They rode the Ferris wheel and watched the fireworks burst over the fair. Stiles didn’t let go of his hand the entire time.
To be fair, Derek didn’t let go, either.
Sterek HS AU
AJ-2000 asked for Jock/Nerd hs au and it sorta became Basketball Jock/Lacrosse Jock-lite detention fic. Enjoy!
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Derek sprawled in his seat, legs stretched out in front of him and pen tapping restlessly against his notebook as he watched the clock on the wall. It was ticking along relentlessly, inching closer and closer to the start of basketball practice, making the itching feeling under his skin worse with every movement of the second hand.
The door slammed opened, a flurry of limbs falling into the room.
“Sorry, sorry,” the boy who entered called, face flushed and clothing bedraggled. He was familiar in that way that everyone at school was – his face one of the hundreds that Derek saw every day in the halls of the high school.
Derek slumped back, the distraction presented by a new person no longer able to keep his eyes from turning again to the clock. Until, that is, the new person stumbled into the seat next to his, scattering books and papers everywhere as he dropped his open backpack to the ground.
“Shit,” the boy muttered, then darted a quick look to the front of the classroom where Mr. Harris was sitting, staring at them through narrowed eyes. Harris didn’t say anything, though, obviously having not heard the curse fall from the boy’s lips.
Harris was an unmitigated dick who would have jumped all over that with both feet.
Hello, Dexterous-Sinstrous, I just found out that you are doing prompts and am wondering if you can write this. Derek is turned young again and stays like it for a few years. He has a relationship with Stiles, but then he randomly changes back. The Sheriff didn’t know Young!Derek was Derek Hale, and there is lots of explaining to do. Thank you <3 xx
I tried to keep in tune with where you wanted this to go, and I tried, nonnie. This is what I have. I hope you like it ❤ xoxox
“Why are you so pissed about this?”
Scott asked, arching his eyebrow at Stiles as he failed at trying to hide his
faint smile.“You know why,” Stiles replied,
settling into the seat next to Scott.“Derek was popular when he was in
high school,” Scott offered. “There was nothing to suggest that he
wouldn’t be as popular as before.”“That’s not the point, Scotty,”
Stiles sighed in annoyance.“Maybe you should talk with him?”
Scott offered. “He’s not flirting back with anyone. He’s really just
glaring at a bunch of people.”Stiles let out a rough groan,
crumpling his head onto his arms crossed over the desk. He never thought that
having his boyfriend be the same age as him was going to be a problem.“Derek’s faithful, Stiles,” Lydia
commented as she crossed her arms over her chest.“Thank you, I didn’t know that,”
Stiles sarcastically snapped.“You’re acting like he’s the one
hitting on other people. He can’t help it,” Lydia pressed.“You know what?” Stiles abruptly
started, immediately standing up from his desk. “I’m not feeling up to
lectures today–academic or personal.” He snatched his bag up, marching out of
the class without a care whether or not the teacher grew annoyed with his
sudden absence.“What’s his problem?” Erica
questioned.“Hormonal,” Lydia answered.
~*~
Stiles was hiding in the secluded
spot behind the bleachers that blocked him from view of anyone peeking into the
gymnasium in an attempt to find him. He knew the others wouldn’t find him–a
third of them still unable to track his chemosignals as easily as Derek could.Which is why it wasn’t a surprise
when Stiles heard footsteps echoing off the basketball floor, alerting him to
the fact that someone was approaching his hidden spot.“Hey, stranger,” the familiar voice
greeted him, its owner casually leaning against the bleachers as he looked down
at Stiles.“Don’t you have class?” Stiles
asked, not bothering to look up.“Don’t you?” He countered.
Stiles finally looked up at Derek.
He wanted to punch him in his stupid smug face, hating how much Derek knew he
was just as attractive as a teenager as he was an adult.Derek was wearing a form fitting
Henley, sleeves partially bunched to frame his forearms. His jeans were just as
tight as they had always been, only this time housing slimmer hips. Derek’s muscle
mass hadn’t shrunk so much as his frame did. When Stiles had asked him why he
could suddenly fit into his jeans no problem, Derek’s remark was that werewolf
puberty hit at a different time than human puberty–Stiles still wasn’t a
hundred percent certain Derek was being truthful about that.“I’m not starting the year stupidly
late,” Stiles remarked, flattening out against the cool wall behind him.“You’d be surprised how well I
remember things like the War of 1812,” Derek smirked.“Yeah, well, go show off how good
at history you are,” Stiles replied, waving his hand at Derek to leave him
alone.Derek’s smirk faded, his eyebrows
furrowing as he caught the tinge of melancholy still laced in Stiles’
scent. “What’s wrong?” He asked, moving to crouch by Stiles.“Nothing,” Stiles lied, making the
mistake of looking at Derek.Derek’s eyes were leveling Stiles
with a look that told him Derek knew he was lying.“You,” Stiles finally admitted.
“I’m what’s wrong,” Derek pieced
together.“Not you-you, just you.” Stiles
huffed, running a hand through his hair.“Because that makes sense,” Derek
uttered.“Everyone wants to fuck you,”
Stiles answered in an annoyed tone. “Every person is eyeing you like
you’re some amazing Black Friday doorbuster sale, and they all want to start
lining up insanely order to get their chance of grabbing you up.”Derek stared at Stiles.
“Don’t give me that,” Stiles
started to rant. “You know it’s true. I don’t have to be a werewolf to see
the looks. I don’t have to have super smelling to know that everyone is over
doing it on the perfume and cologne.”Derek scratched the back of his
head, unsure how to answer. “The perfume and cologne burns my nose,” he
offered. He knew Stiles knew that–it was the reason Stiles stopped wearing his
cologne when they started dating. “Besides, people looked at me like that
before,” he offered. “I never really noticed, I guess.”“Oh please,” Stiles
scoffed. “I talk with Cora, you know. I know you used to strut around.”Derek’s features soured some. “Used to, being the
key words there. You know I don’t do that anymore.”“You peacock,” Stiles argued.
“For you,” Derek answered.
Stiles bit his bottom lip as he
looked up at Derek. He knew he was being unfair, his own insecurities flaring
up.“You’re getting a chance to do it
all over again,” Stiles admitted, tearing his gaze away from Derek. He tried to
ignore the tears stinging his eyes as he thought about Derek breaking up with
him.It wasn’t the first time Stiles
thought about it since they discovered that the witch that cursed Derek had
cursed him to rapidly de-age. To be precise, it was the forty-eighth time
Stiles thought about it in the past week.“Do what all over again?” Derek
questioned, his voice patient but laced with concern.“Have a normal teenage story,” Stiles
answered. “To have what she took away from you.”“Stiles,” Derek started, his voice
more tense at the vague mention of Kate.“You’re free of the damage but
stuck with a clingy eighteen year old boyfriend still,” Stiles added.Derek leaned forward, moving to
kneel on his knees as he captured Stiles’ cheeks in his hands, forcing him to
look up. His features were soft and vulnerable, an expression Derek rarely wore
because of his vigilant control constantly smothering it. He increasingly
allowed his control over it to slip the longer Stiles was around. “Everything
Kate did to me still happened,” he explained. “I’m still the damaged
reject I was.”“You’re not–”
“Nothing would change how I feel
about you, Stiles,” Derek continued. “Nothing would stop me from falling
in love with you all over again.”Stiles’ breath hitched, a tightness
releasing in his chest at Derek’s words.“Maybe my own stupidity and fear of
dating could if I hadn’t grown so attached to you since the beginning,” Derek
added. “But you’ve somehow gotten passed all my defenses, and I don’t want
you to go anywhere else than to stay with me. I want to be with you, Stiles.
Whether I’m six years younger or not.”Stiles smiled, leaning forward to
press a kiss to Derek’s lips. His hands rested on Derek’s shoulders, steadying
him as they pressed together.“I never made out in the gym
before,” Derek commented as he pressed another kiss to Stiles’ lips.Stiles snorted. “I could
easily knock that one off your bucket list.”~*~
Some time later …
The Sheriff started to realize that
something was happening the moment Stiles stopped driving the Jeep to school.
He also noticed whenever a too familiar black Camaro started hanging around all
too much.“How’s Derek?” The Sheriff asked, a
little surprised when Stiles started choking on his water.“What?” Stiles sputtered in
question.“Derek Hale,” the Sheriff
answered. “The one who owns the black Camaro that has been hanging around
a little excessively the passed few months.”Stiles released a
laugh. “That’s not Derek.”The Sheriff’s expression was blank,
wondering if he should even bother voicing his question about whether Stiles
actually thought that would work.“It’s my boyfriend,” Stiles
answered, knowing it would register more on the truth scale than anything else.The Sheriff frowned. “Who isn’t Derek
Hale?”“Why would you think I’m dating
Derek Hale?” Stiles questioned, trying to keep from over reacting.“Because you’ve had a crush on him
for a while,” the Sheriff replied.“You know I’m dating someone at
school,” Stiles weakly offered.“I honestly thought that was your
way of telling me that you weren’t ready to tell me you were dating Derek
Hale,” the Sheriff honestly explained.“Derek Hale hasn’t been in Beacon
Hills in years, dad,” Stiles softly answered, feeling like shit for the lie he
was about to fabricate.“Doesn’t mean you couldn’t have a
long distance relationship,” the Sheriff commented.Stiles looked up at his
dad. “Is this you telling me that you’d be okay if I dated Derek Hale?”The Sheriff looked at
Stiles. “Not if you’re dating some other kid at school.”Stiles rolled his eyes. “But the
age thing,” he pressed. “That’s not bothering you?”The Sheriff sighed. “Consent
is a murky subject, Stiles,” he started. “Every state is different, just
like almost every country is different.”“I was sixteen when I met Derek,”
Stiles countered. “And Derek was in his early twenties.”“I wouldn’t think you’d be dating
the person you got arrested,” the Sheriff commented. “But you grew kind of
close your junior year. You seemed really attached to him your senior year.”Stiles poked his fork at his food,
pushing the cauliflower around some. “We did date,” he admitted. “A few months
before I turned eighteen.”The Sheriff looked at Stiles.
“We didn’t do anything,” Stiles
immediately added. “Barely even kissed before he pushed me away and
started a speech about age and consent.” He shook his head. “I think Derek
is more of a stickler for the laws of consent than most people in the world.
And then next thing you know, Derek’s gone.”The Sheriff frowned. “He had a
lot to deal with, Stiles.”“The guy I’m dating,” Stiles
started, frowning some. “He’s a lot like Derek. He’s just … he doesn’t
carry as much baggage.”It was relatively true.
Derek changed since he was deaged.
He got to be a teenager, have his experiences. He got to have that stage of
carefreeness that he was meant to have before Kate destroyed his life. He
smiled more; he laughed more; he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable with Stiles. It
was different from how Derek was before the witch.Stiles was just happy that Derek
was finally looking and acting as happy as he said he was.“Baggage isn’t a bad thing,
Stiles,” the Sheriff offered. “It just means that there is more work to be
done before reaching a certain level.”Stiles looked up at his dad, about
to reply when the doorbell sounded.“I wonder who that could be,” the
Sheriff partially questioned when he checked the clock. It was too late for
anyone from the station to be ringing his doorbell opposed to just calling. He
moved with ease towards the front door, leaving Stiles at the table to mull
over their half-finished conversation.Stiles was surprised when his dad
came back into the kitchen alone.“It’s for you, kiddo,” the Sheriff
replied with a faint look of bewilderment. “Beacon Hills is a peculiar
place, and I don’t want to know the full story,” was all he said as he gestured
for Stiles to go.Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at his
dad, but moved to answer the door regardless of his questions. He nearly
shrieked when he saw Derek standing in the doorway of his house’s main door.Derek Hale as he was supposed to
be, not the deaged nineteen year old Derek Hale he had been dating for the past
year.“What the hell–” Stiles started,
noting how partially annoyed Derek looked. “Why do you look so pissed?”“Because my clothes don’t fit
anymore,” Derek stated in an emotionless voice. “Because I feel like I
went through wolf puberty again, but this time in a day opposed to several
months.”Stiles gawked at Derek. “Wait, wolf
puberty is really a thing?”“Stiles,” Derek partially growled
out. “I need clothes.”Stiles noted that Derek’s Henley
was too tight, despite his leather jacket’s best attempt to hide it. He looked
down at Derek’s pants, keeping from smirking at how painted on they looked now.“Is your junk bigger too, now?”
Stiles smirked, partially joking. His smile faded when Derek just stared at
him. “Holy shit, does werewolf junk get bigger after wolf puberty?”“I’d rather
have this conversation without your father in the other room,” Derek answered.“Derek, I haven’t seen you naked after wolf puberty,” Stiles started. “This is important. If my boyfriend’s body changes, I need to be aware, to shed love on every new part.”
“Stiles!” The Sheriff’s voice snapped from the kitchen. “Stop talking. Now.”
“Sorry!” Stiles called back, thinking it was well worth his dad being uncomfortable when he saw just how red Derek’s ears turned.
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