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Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 648
Established Relationship, Future Fic, Everyone’s Alive, Minor Allison/Scott, POV Derek
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For @sterekwriters​ Summer Bingo prompt: Pack Pool Party

Derek looks around the backyard and goes
over his mental checklist. Laughter? Check. Talking? Check. People in the pool
trying to get the people next to pool wet? Check. Food? Check. Drinks? Che— No
check.

Derek grabs the almost empty pitcher of
lemonade from the table and goes to the kitchen to refill it.

He’s counting ice cubes when he hears
Stiles approach.

‘You having fun?’ Stiles asks him.

‘Of course.’

‘Because you seem a little tense.’

Stiles’ hand comes to rest against the
back of Derek’s neck, and Derek realizes Stiles is right. Taking a deep breath
in, he lets the tension flow out of him. Stiles might not be able to take other
people’s pain, but whenever Derek is tense, all he needs is a simple touch from
his boyfriend and the tension is gone in an instant.

‘I just… I want this party to be
perfect,’ Derek says, turning around.

Stiles steps forward, forcing Derek to
take a step back and his back hits the edge of the counter. Stiles places his
hands on either of side of Derek, trapping him in place. Derek feels himself
relax even further.

‘Well, it almost is. What would make it
completely perfect is if you were actually there and not constantly running around
and worrying if everyone else is having a good time.’

‘I know. I just—‘

‘—want it to be perfect,’ Stiles
finishes. He brushes a hand through Derek’s hair, then narrows his eyes at him.
Derek can almost hear the little wheels turning in Stiles’ head as he tries to
puzzle things out. ‘What’s going on?’

‘My mom used to throw these,’ Derek says
after a moment. The expression on Stiles’ face turns soft and understanding.
‘They were amazing,’ Derek continues. ‘The whole pack would be there, our
entire family. It was our biggest event of the summer. We could eat as much ice
cream and candy as we wanted. We could stay up late. We could play around and
have fun and not worry about staying in control, because everyone who was there
was in the know, if not a werewolf themselves.’

‘That does sound kind of perfect,’
Stiles says.

‘They were and I wanted to have that
here too. With us.’

‘Derek, we do have that here. Look.’

Derek allows Stiles to turn him toward
the big windows at the back of the house. He can see most of the backyard
through them. Veronica, Allison and Scott’s three year-old daughter, is wolfed
out and chasing Liam around the backyard. Malia and Kira are laughing so hard
they’re curled up on the ground, clutching their stomachs. Erica, Boyd and
Hayden seem to be having a contest of who can eat the most pie in as little
time as possible. Isaac is lifting himself out of the pool, shaking his head,
making water droplets fly everywhere, and getting yelled at by Allison and
Lydia, who are floating around on inflatable chairs, because he’s getting pool
water in their drinks. Jackson and Scott are waiting for more food by the grill
that Stiles’ dad is manning, while Melissa and Mason seem to be in deep
conversation while lounging in their chairs. Jordan will be coming by later
after his shift. Everyone seems to be having a good time, and Derek knows that
when he goes out there he’ll be smelling sun, barbecue and happiness.

Derek leans back against Stiles, who
wraps his arms around Derek’s waist and hooks his chin over Derek’s shoulder.

‘So, are you going to join the party
now? It is, after all, our housewarming party,’ Stiles murmurs.

‘I don’t think I have a choice,’ Derek
says. ‘I promised Scott I’d throw him in the pool when he least suspects it.’

‘Signal me so I can record it,’ Stiles
chuckles, pressing his grin to  Derek’s
neck.

‘Of course. Else, what would be the
point?’