#something something derek knows this love language and that's why he kept the jeep up despite knowing its owner was never coming back

[barnesbartons]

as much as the movie grossed me tf out

i do like the idea of derek holding onto stiles' jeep when he starts the auto shop, fixing it for his friend who he occasionally talks to (remember how he's the first person to bring up stiles in the movie), not quite sure why he's so fixated on keeping the jeep in shape when he knows stiles isn't coming back, that stiles himself abandoned escaped beacon hills & that the jeep was another thing that was left behind.

but stiles is still derek's anchor, and derek will fix the jeep, if only to maintain some connection at first. then he finds out about eli, and his anchor shifts, because another hale child, when he thought his family was all but gone. but there's still a part of him that wants some part of stiles in beacon hills to live on, so he continues fixing the jeep. and derek's annoyed at himself, cause he talks to stiles, he knows there's no chance of stiles returning, but fixing the jeep is another chance to talk to stiles outside of consulting the fbi.

(eli never really learns about stiles, just that there was someone in his dad's life that was always there, but not really. for some reason his father never lets him into his office when he's doing consulting work. it's always "scott and his friend saved me from getting my arm chopped off", "scott's friends helped me save your aunt cora," but eli doesn't know who stiles actually is, doesn't know who the jeep belongs to, not until-)

derek dies. the stupid jeep is in his auto shop yard and sheriff stilinski has the keys after eli's stolen it for the umpteenth time, and he gives the jeep to eli. and tells him about it being stiles' jeep, about how his dad had complicated feelings about the jeep. and then eli realises that all those times that derek was smiling on the phone, was annoyed in the yard fixing the hunk of junk over and over again, might've been for someone something other than just a project he could never get rid of.

stiles doesn't find out derek's dead right away. the sheriff doesn't feel like it's his part to tell his son that his friend died. not until eli shows up at his apartment and stiles just knows that there's no longer going to be any calls from his 'friend from the hometown'. and stiles thinks about the goddamn jeep and how it's no longer going to be taken care of, that the jeep is just going to be abandoned like stiles originally did. but stiles steps outside and sees his jeep behind eli and realises that it's in new hands now.

stiles tells eli stories about derek from a whole new light, keeps the memory of derek alive, with the jeep in the front yard gleaming. they grieve together for the loss of a loved one.

(because all this time stiles was waiting on the other end of the phone, excited to hear about his jeep, the sheriff, eli, about derek. all this time stiles was waiting on "i found another roll of duct tape hidden in your engine, goddamnit stiles", knowing that he couldn't go back to beacon hills, but he could wait for derek to figure it out and come to him)

(derek doesn't, but his jeep does.)

[dylinski]

Every Piece of Me

Prompt:  #10 “Give me my phone back!” Sterek of course lmfao ( @wolfmadefromash​ )

Warnings: Language, ANGST but happy ending with gut wrenching floof. established relationship, mentions of cheating(??)

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Word Count: 3K

Author: @dylinski​

A/N: So this started out as fluff and then turned to angst and then turned into what it is now...so yeah lol enjoy. Also, if you have sent me a request I am working on them slowly but surely. Life is just very hectic.

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Stiles had been dating Derek for almost a year now, which meant he saw sides to him that others didn’t. He tended to be hard and off put towards most people, but with Stiles he was a soft marshmallow of a man. Today was different though. This morning during breakfast, instead of giving Stiles a good morning kiss, Derek walked past him with his nose in his phone. He tried to ask him about it, but Derek just grumbled some gibberish and waved him off without looking up.

Stiles had been at work, but decided to come home for lunch since he hadn’t brought one with him. Derek was sitting on the edge of the couch and so focused on his phone that he didn’t even notice him entering the loft. What was so goddamn important with the phone? Stiles sighed dramatically as he walked by and was unsurprisingly ignored. He made his way to the kitchen and started making as much noise as possible by clanging pots, pans, plates, cups, and slamming the fridge and cabinets. Maybe Derek would notice then.

At first Stiles was doing it as he made his lunch to just be annoying, but when Derek didn’t move a muscle, he grabbed two pans and started banging them together and yelling like a child throwing a tantrum. That’s basically what this was though, a tantrum.

Derek was trying to push out the noise because he knew it was Stiles acting out, but the metal on metal was unbearable, especially for his sensitive hearing. He got up and went to the kitchen and walked in to see Stiles shouting and banging the pans with his eyes shut as he spun in circles. “What are you doing?” Derek spoke normally, but was obviously not heard as his voice was drowned out by the clanging. He cleared his throat and shouted calmly, “Stiles! Stiles!” His boyfriend halted all his movements and opened his eyes as he stood frozen in place. The look Derek was giving made him realize not only how ridiculous he looked, but how ridiculous he was acting.

He dropped his arms that were still clinging to the pans to his side and looked to his feet as he pouted. “I was just trying to get you to notice me.”

Derek walked over and took the pans from his hands and put them on the counter. He took the brunettes face in his palms and and placed a quick kiss on his lips and smiled. “I do notice you Stiles. It’s hard not to.” Stiles smiled back at Derek, who then turned around and put his phone back in his face as he went and plopped down on the couch again.

WHAAAAAAAT?! Stiles shot darts at Derek’s back as he left and scrunched up his lips and nose. How can he say he notices me and then go right back to ignoring me? He had to return to work, so he would deal with it when he got home, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t constantly think about it while he was there.

The hours felt like they were dragging on as Stiles kept glancing at the clock every minute. Why would Derek shut him out like this? It wasn’t like him to be so closed off, at least not with him. Then it all clicked, he had been so zoned into his phone today. What was it with that phone? Suddenly Stiles’ mind started whirling and coming up with every possible reason, most of which weren’t good.

Maybe he felt like he couldn’t talk to him anymore or he was scared that he wouldn’t understand? Was he keeping a secret? What kind of secret? Was he...was he talking to somebody else? Was he not good enough anymore?

Stiles sniffled and wiped away the stray tear that escaped his weary eyes. His brain had snowballed and assumed the worst, which it always had a habit of doing. His thoughts got away from him, and despite knowing in his heart none of this was true, he couldn’t help but overthink the whole thing. He continued to look over the paperwork on his desk and tried to distract himself from his thoughts. He looked to the clock again and time had moved faster than before, but it still felt like the world was moving in slow motion. The hands on the device told him it was time to go home and he no longer wanted to. Admittedly, he was scared that what he couldn’t push from his mind was true.

Sluggishly, he cleaned off his desk and pulled the suit coat off the back of his chair, then left to find his jeep in the parking lot. It stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of company cars. They were all black or dark tinted sedans, indistinguishable from one another. Anyone else would be embarrassed by this, but Stiles took pride in his jeep and it’s individuality. He may work for the government now, but he’d be damned if he became another lifeless cog in the machine.

He pulled up to the building he lived in and put the jeep in park. He sat back, letting the engine idle as he mulled over his thoughts in his mind. He bit his lip and gnawed at the skin while he tried to convince himself to go up to the loft. After ten minutes, he turned the key and got out of the car to face his fears.

He was unusually quiet and timid as he tugged open the large loft door. Derek wasn’t on the couch anymore, leaving the room silent and empty. He walked in and took his coat off as he fell to the cushions of the couch. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his face in his hands, sighing into his palms.

“Bad day at work?” Stiles flew off the couch in a mess of limbs and shouting when the gruff voice pierced the quiet. Derek chuckled as he reached a hand out and pulled Stiles back to his feet. He should probably say something, right? That’s what he had worked himself up to do while sitting in the car. Stiles knew if he said nothing it would eat away at him until he erupted like a volcano, so, obviously, he said nothing and nodded as he sat back down. Derek gave a sympathetic look and sat next to him, wrapping his arms around the distraught boy.

Silence fell on the room again and Derek knew there wasn’t much he could say, so he just held him and made sure he knew he was loved. He kissed the top of Stiles’ spikey-haired head and stood up, making his way towards the kitchen. “I’m going to go make us some dinner.”

Stiles hummed in agreement and sunk further into the cushions. He looked down and noticed something shiney from the corner of his eye. He turned to see and his eyes widened with cautiousness and curiosity. Derek’s phone must have fallen out of his pocket when he sat down. Stiles sat motionless as his eyes danced back and forth between the device next to him and where Derek had disappeared to. He battled with himself, trying to decide if he should look or not. It wasn’t the right thing to do, invading his privacy. Stiles normally had no remorse on the matter when it came to snooping, but this was his boyfriend. If he had concerns, he should talk to him, not betray his trust.

Only seconds passed, but it felt much longer when Stiles quickly grabbed the device and unlocked it. Of course he knew the password; he knew all his passwords. The screen opened to a picture of them together. He had never seen the picture before, so someone must have taken it while he wasn’t paying attention and sent it to Derek. Stiles was sitting next to his boyfriend, making a weird face and looking in a different direction, but Derek was looking directly at the boy. His features were happy and a soft smile rested on his lips. Anyone who saw this picture would know instantly that this man was deeply and hopelessly in love with the person he was staring at.

Stiles gulped and instantly felt shameful. He was about to lock the screen when I text message came through. It was from Scott, so it couldn’t be that bad. He tapped the message and it opened.

Scott: OMG! That was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. Thank you for telling me that. You have nothing to worry about Derek. You’re an amazing guy and deserve all the happiness. (:

Stiles was confused, so he scrolled up further to see a lengthy text from Derek.

Derek: Since the first time I saw you, an idiot kid trespassing in the woods, I knew you would be the end of me. For better or worse, I had yet to determine. It seemed like you were aiming to be the bane of my existence after you fought me at every turn, framed me for murder, and refused to trust me. Despite all of this, I grew to admire and respect you and your ability to stand your ground against me. I remember the moment everything changed for me, when I knew I was falling for you. The night you saved me from the Kanima. . . .

Stiles’ eyes started to water, and not because he was happy. He couldn’t read anymore, it hurt too much. Why would he be telling Scott all this? Did he...did he really love Scott? He had to be talking about him. The first time he had met him was in the woods. Scott had framed Derek for murder and refused to trust him and join his pack. He stood up against Derek when he tried to manipulate him and when he went power hungry. The part that hurt the most was about the pool. Scott had saved Derek. Actually, he had saved both of them by scaring the Kanima off and pulling them out of the water when they were both drowning.

Stiles cupped his mouth, trying to subdue the whimpers that came with the tears. Derek stepped in from the kitchen with a look of concern on his face and immediately saw his phone in his boyfriend's hand. He touched his pocket, trying to feel for the device, but it was empty. He ran over to the sad boy. “Stiles, give me my phone back.”

“Here. Take it.” Stiles handed it over unrelentingly, refusing to look at him. Derek took the device and was confused. Why was Stiles so upset? Why was he crying?

Derek sat down next to his boyfriend who responded by sliding as far away as he could to the other end of the couch. “Stiles, what’s wrong?” His voice was gruff and laced with confusion.

Stiles looked up and his eyes held anger. “What...what’s wrong? You have the nerve to ask me what’s wrong?” He flew up from where he sat and threw his hands in the air. Derek was starting to get frustrated himself at Stiles’ outburst, so he kept quiet in fear that he would say something he regretted. “You’ve had your nose buried in your phone all goddamn day! I tried everything to get your attention and you were so occupied with it that you didn't even notice me!” He ruffled his hair with his hands out of exasperation. Derek raised a brow, and scrunched up his nose as he felt guilty from the accusation.

Stiles plopped onto the chair across from Derek and let his head fall into his palms as he shook his head and sighed. He looked up at the man with sad eyes again. “I—” His words were caught like lumps in his throat. He looked away because seeing him while he spoke was too hard. He was afraid he’d start to uncontrollably cry. “I saw what you told Scott.”

Derek pulled in his brows, utterly confused. “First, I can't believe you went through my phone instead of talking to me. Second, if you saw what I said, why are you acting like this?”

The anger returned as Stiles widened his eyes and glared at Derek. “Why am I...what?” This was the angriest he had been yet. He stood up and started pacing, unable to contain his emotions and rage. “You basically just announced your love for Scott!!” Derek stood up in a defensive stance. He went to speak but Stiles cut him off before he could get any words out.

“You said that you knew it from the first time you saw him in the woods! Then how he was the bane of your existence and fought you every step of the way! How that made you fall for him. The worst part is when you told him that it all changed!! When he saved us from the Kanima!? Really!?” That hurt the most because that’s when everything changed for Stiles. Derek was standing there threatening him and his safety for answers, but when the Kanima came it was like something shifted. He went from attack mode to protect mode. Only seconds before he was offering threats, but the second real dangers presented he threw himself between it and Stiles. He saw Derek’s true colors that day. He was more than a brooding and angry man, but someone with a big heart who cares for other people; for Stiles. Or so he thought.

Derek closed his eyes and smiled, trying not to laugh at the hysterical brunette. He shook his head as Stiles completely lost it. “WHY ARE YOU SMILING? WIPE THE SHIT OFF YOUR FACE! HOW IS THIS FUNNY TO YOU!?”

“Stiles…” Derek spoke softly and with composure. “Can you calm down for five seconds and just listen to me?” He was thrown daggers as the angry boy sat down hard on the seat with his arms crossed and huffing. Derek walked over to him and squatted in front of the chair.

“You can be such an idiot sometimes.” He chuckled and Stiles didn’t take the insult lightly, pouting and looking away to avoid eye contact. “You didn’t even read all of it. If you had you wouldn’t be acting like a child right now.” Stiles softened his face and looked into Derek’s deep hazel eyes with curiosity.

“I didn’t just meet Scott for the first time in the woods, that’s when I met you too. You’re the one who framed me for murder! You called your dad after you found...Laura. The only reason I could never get Scott to be on my side is because you openly shared your distrust for me. He respected your opinions and trusted them. You were such an annoying little shit and were always getting in my way, but I kind of liked it. As for the pool and the Kanima ...Scott didn’t save me, you did. When I was scratched and the venom paralyzed me, you jumped into the pool and pulled me up. You held me above water for over two hours and even when you couldn’t keep me up anymore and you could have saved yourself, you kept holding on until we both went under. You were willing to die for me, and that’s when I knew. That’s when it all changed; everything changed. No one had ever been willing to die for me before, not once in my entire life.”

Stiles’ eyes were flooded by tears and he could hardly see the man in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, an apology for God's sake! Derek ran a hand through Stiles’ hair and rested it on his shoulder.

“I sent that to Scott to make sure none of it sounded stupid. I was waiting to tell you on our anniversary next week.” At this point Stiles felt like the greatest dumbass of all time, to rival all other dumbasses. “Now do you want to hear the rest of it?”

Stiles nodded and croaked as the word left his raw throat. “Yes.”

“Stiles, I am so madly and deeply in love with you that it physically pains me sometimes. It’s a good pain though, something I never want to go away. You’re the one who showed me humanity when no else did. I was repeatedly treated and referred to as an animal, so that’s what I believed I was. You treated me…you treated me like I was human. You never lied to me, not once. You respected me and my boundaries. When you...when you were possessed by the Nogitsune I almost lost it. I was ready to kill Argent when he had that gun to your head. After you were saved, I was on my way to tell you how I felt when...when Kate came for me. Stiles...I’ve never told anyone this, but when she took me I saw you. You came to me in my thoughts and you’re what kept me alive. Stiles, you’re my anchor. After Mexico and everything that happened, it just didn’t seem right to tell you how I felt anymore. Kate was still out there and I had to find her. I couldn’t just tell you how I felt and then leave you with that. When you showed up on the FBI op, I couldn’t believe it. It was like fate had a way of throwing us together despite everything. Those months we spent looking for Kate and the hunters who framed me, I fell in love with you all over again. You saved me Stiles, in every way a person can be saved, and I wish I could tell you how much that means to me or repay the favor, but I have no idea how. All I can say is how hopelessly and ridiculously in love with you I am. You are my anchor, my humanity, my friend, my lover, my pack.”

Derek reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Stiles heart stopped immediately and he thought he was dreaming. Derek opened the box, “Mieczysław Stilinski, will you be my husband too?”

Stiles threw himself at Derek, knocking him down to the floor. He showered him with kisses and fisted his shirt with his hands. His tears fell down onto Derek’s cheeks, tears of pure happiness and joy. His heart was pounding so hard that Derek could feel it as Stiles laid on his chest. Stiles pulled back and took a deep gasp for breath. He looked down at the raven haired man. He had never been more confident in anything in his life and it was evident in his voice when he answered. “Yes.”

Taglist: @bitch-banshee​ @shelinski-91​ @samslave​

[lettersofwrittencollective]

The Pull (29/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 3406

Warnings:

A/N: PLEASE let me know what you think of this scene/ story! Truthfully, interaction makes me so very happy and I love to hear from all of you! So, comment, reblog, send me smashed keyboards, anything works 😘

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You’d been riding through the city, not really sure where to go. Though it would seem that your instincts kept pulling you towards the preserve. The only thing was that Stiles had said he was in an industrial basement of some kind.

Taking a deep breath, you sifted through the scents you caught. Stiles’ scent was everywhere but nothing seemed to be stronger than anything else outside of his house and it was getting somewhat annoying.

You continued through the city and could feel that your instincts kept pushing you towards the preserve. Getting somewhat distracted, you ended up riding in the wrong lane and a car horn made you snap back to reality. Once you’d righted the bike, you pulled over.

“Alright think, let's think this through. Where in the hell could he be?” you ask yourself as you pull your helmet off.

Go to the preserve, your instincts push again, this time annoyed, and somehow you’re sure that this is either a really good or a really bad idea. If he’s not there that means that you’re wasting time. But if he is there, and everyone else is checking buildings then they’ll never find him in time.

Pulling your phone out, you dialed out.

“I haven’t found him but there was a homeless man who remembered seeing someone that matches your Stiles’ description running around downtown, Little Wolf,” Peter says without preamble.

You can’t help the soft smile that tugs at the corner of your lips. Peter has always been willing to move the stars for you if needed. And while Stiles may not be his favorite person, he’d gone to look for him because he was your friend.

“I think he’s in the preserve,” you tell him.

“You’re sure?” You can hear the hint of disbelief in his voice but he hides it pretty well but Peters gonna be the one that understands you’re response the most.

“It’s instinct.”

There’s no hesitation or disbelief in his voice this time “Alright then. I’ll stop by the apartment and get the stuff out of the dryer. I’ll meet you there.”

“What do you need from the apartment?” you ask but the line has already been cut off.

Sighing, you start your bike back up and make your way through the city towards the preserve. Before you realize it, your riding behind a black SUV. You continue to follow and as you do you can hear a taunting voice.

Unsure of what it is, you speed up past the SUV and take the first turn you find. Putting the bike in park, you kick the kickstand down and are getting off the bike when you hear the gravel moving under the weight of a car.

Turning, you see the black SUV that you had passed earlier. Once parked, the headlights are switched off and you see both Mr. Suit and Melissa get off the jeep.

“Natasha?” Melissa calls, probably to confirm she’s actually seeing you.

Raising your hand, you nod your head, Hey Mrs…” you’re about to greet her formally but you realize that McCall is Mr. Suits last name and you’re not sure that she would appreciate being called Mrs. MCCall in front of her ex. So, clearing your throat you try to correct, “Hey, Ms. Melissa…”

She gives you a look that you’re sure she is chuckling. Meanwhile, Mr. Suit clears his throat, “Miss Ragnulf.” Greeting him politely, you’re not at all surprised when he asks what it is you’re doing out here.

“Well, Stiles showed me the preserve a couple times and he’s always been really excited when he talks about it and Aiden and I were talking to Derek. Figured he might be sleep-walking and so here I am. Figured I could come take a look.”

Mr. Suit looks at you and raises an eyebrow, “By yourself?”

You can hear the surprise and suspicion in his voice so you shake your head but before you can say anything, there's another voice.

“Actually, I’m with her. Though admittedly I am a bit behind,” Peter says as he steps up next to you. “Unfortunate side-effect of disliking the woods I’m afraid.”

You nudge Peter with your elbow but he doesn’t seem to react. Turning to look at him you see that his eyes are on Melissa. He nods his head and says, “Melissa.” It’s a soft greeting that to most people doesn’t sound any different but you’ve known Peter long enough to know that this is him being cautious.

He’s nervous about something and you’re not sure what. His gaze stays on Melissa though and you follow it. It’s too dark to be sure but you think she might be blushing. However, her gaze is sharp and she greets Peter somewhat tersely.

You’re not the only one that notices the somewhat odd exchange as you see Mr. Suits eyes flick between the two of them.

Something occurs to you and you figure you may as well save the adults from whatever awkwardness is going on. So, clearing your throat you ask Mr. Suit and Melissa, “Seeing as we are all here, trying to save Stiles, I might add, why don’t we get to searching for him?”

You see Mr. Suit nod his head “Scott had said Stiles had said that ‘something smells terrible. My eyes are watering.’ We should probably start off with the coyote den.” He started walking off the path and through some of the underbrush.

It took you a second to remember the den, but as soon as you do you move to follow him, “Why the coyote den?”

“To keep it clear, we had sprayed some repellant. Smelled absolutely awful. Couldn’t get near it without my eyes watering.”

You turn to look at Peter who grimaces slightly but nods his head. If the smell was bad enough for a human to be bothered by it, it was likely that it was going to cause you and him a hell of a lot of pain.

As the group of you hike through the woods, you realize that you’re actually not that far from what had been Malia’s den. You’re not sure if that’s a stroke of luck or a blessing from Odin but your grateful. It makes you move a little faster.

You end up further ahead than Mr. Suit and Melissa, Peter not too far behind when there’s a sudden screaming. It sounds distant at first and you turn around trying to pinpoint it. The thing is, no one else seems to hear it. Not even Peter. Slowly, the screaming gets louder and louder until it feels like your head is going to explode from the pressure.

Placing your hands on your ears you try to make out the language. It takes you a moment to recognize it, and you only do because you remember your dad's business partners talking in Japanese. Though to be honest, recognizing the language does you almost no good, you don’t know the language well enough to make out the words.

Trying to focus on the words that are being screamed, you almost don’t hear Agent McCall when he calls out that he’s found something. Still it’s in such a fog that it takes Peter grabbing your arm and tugging you forwards for you to realize it.

The stench of whatever they had put in the den made your eyes water and you had to step backwards. Forcing air out of your nostrils to try and clear them, you felt like a horse. You heard Peter making the same frustrated nose clearing sounds and, holding your breath, pushed through the disgusting smell towards the cave.

Hearing Stiles’ panicked screaming you let out a threatening growl, one that promised death to the one responsible. You were about to rush in and had transformed when you were pulled back by a pair of arms around your torso. A grunt left you and you turned to snarl at the person when Peter snapped his teeth at you, “Remember, Little Wolf, there are no wolves in California. You also need to focus because right now you’ve got bright purple eyes and if Agent McCall sees them he’s going to have some questions. I don’t think that Agent McCall here is the right person to point out the supernatural to.”

You shake your head and try to take some deep breaths but you can hear Stiles screaming continue and you continue to fight against Peters hold. Eventually, you’re able to get out of his grip and you make it Stiles just as Agent McCall is pulling him out of the cave itself. Stiles’ terrified screaming is begging someone to wait.

He’s thrashing around and both you and Melissa reach out to Agent McCall to help him pull the brunette out of the cave. As he continues to struggle against whoever he thinks is holding him, he manages to knock you down. Immediately, you start calling his name.

At first, he doesn’t seem to react but throughout all his thrashing you’re somehow able to grab a hold of his hand, “Stiles it’s okay now,” you call out but still no response.

Holding tightly to his hand, you wrap your arms around his chest, you continue to try to soothe him, “Stiles! Stiles, it’s me. Listen to my voice. Listen to me, Stiles.”

You have to repeat his name a couple times but eventually, he stops struggling and turns to look at you. There’s terror in his eyes and you can see something lurking for just a second before you’re distracted by him calling your name.

His brown eyes are searching your face and you can’t help the sigh of relief, “Hi there.”

The hand you were holding tightens in yours, almost painfully, “Is  it really you?”

You nod your head, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “Yeah, it’s me,” you whisper.

You can almost feel his body sag in relief when a moment later Peter’s next to you. He’s wrapping Stiles in a warm blanket and, at your questioning eyebrow, he offers an explanation, “Figured if he was hypothermic he’d be able to use some warm clothes I’ve got some warm sweats in the car for him too.”

Stiles goes to say something but his words are so slurred that you can barely make it out. Melissa nods her head before turning to the both of you, “Stiles can you make it to Peter’s car? Natasha and I can both help you.”

It’s obvious, to you, that Stiles doesn’t like the idea but he nods his head anyways. Thankfully, it doesn’t take very long before you’re back at Peters car.  He had, in fact, brought a change of warm clothing and had even managed to keep it warm by using some kind of portable warmer that you didn’t really recognize.

Melissa looked vaguely impressed as she sat Stiles down on the seat. Once he was situated, she told him tath she was going to have to change him. He nodded his head to show his understanding and Melissa turned to ask you for help.

“Absolutely not!” Peter cut in.

Both you and Melissa turned to look at him, and he’s shaking his head. “You,” he points directly at you, “Move over there,” he motions towards the tree line a good distance.

“Peter-” you begin, but he growls.

“Nope, you are not mated and I will not have you - nope. You stay away from him.”

“Oh for the love of- Its medical! It’s not like they’re going to do anything and besides, there are three adults here!”

Peter doesn’t seem to care as he has moved over and is dragging you towards the trees. You’re torn between wanting the ground to swallow you whole and snapping back at him. Figuring the second is easier you try to tug out of his grip.

“Peter!”  you call when he doesn’t let go, “Melissa needs help getting Stiles into something warm. Let me go!”

He turns around and holing your shoulders, meets your gaze. When he speaks, his words are low and somewhat annoyed, “Little Wolf, if he is your mate, you’re going to want to scent him as soon as his skin is visible.” You can feel yourself become warm in embarrassment but Peter presses on, “It would be an almost uncontrollable urge when you’re in your right mind. You, my dear, have been fighting your wolf. If Stiles is your mate you will rob him of the choice to be scented and if he is not your mate then your future mate will not be very happy that you’ve been around another male naked.”

“It’s medical, not anything else.”

“Yet your eyes are still purple which means you’re more wolf than human right now. I need your human logic to take over, not your wolf logic. I’ll go help Melissa, you stay here.”

He gives you a look that, had he still been an Alpha, would have ensured your obedience. As it is, you choose to obey because he is your uncle and it’s a form of respect. You watch as Peter helps Melissa and soon enough, Scotts dad is walking up to you.

He’d apparently been trying to get enough signal to make a phone call. How Stiles had had any in the den you’re not sure but you figure he’s probably got a really good carrier. AT&T or Verizon you’d bet.

“An ambulance is about 15 minutes out,” he says loud enough for Melissa to hear.

You nod your head but Melissas calling back, “That’s too long. His body temperature feels too low, we need to get him to the hospital now.”

Peter’s already adjusting Stiles in the passenger seat of his car, laying him as flat as he can by pushing the seat back and Rafael nods his head. He offers to give Peter an escort and before you know it, you and Melissa are piled in the back of Peters car and you’re racing after the SUV.

Melissa had placed the warm blanket on Stiles though she had told Peter to keep the heater off. You were sitting behind him, as Melissa kept an eye on his pulse and his breathing. At first, you had started to rub his arms but Melissa had stopped you. Apparently, if you started with the extremities it was possible to push cold blood to his heart and stop it.

Instead, she had directed your hands to be placed on either side of his neck. Slowly, he begins to shiver. You pull your hands away but Melissa doesn’t reprimand you as she restarts the count under her breath. You’re confused and look over to Peter who’s not paying attention to you and then to Stiles.

He must see the confusion on your face because he says, “It’s okay.. It means my body has enough energy to try to keep me alive.”

You offer a small smile and return your hands to his neck.

It’s not much later that you end up at the hospital. Peter and Melissa rush Stiles and the doctors get him. They basically keep him under warm blankets and you watch them put him in a room. Pulling your phone out, you send a message to Isaac, Derek and Aiden letting them know that Stiles had been found and was in doctors Feeling suddenly exhausted, you sink down on one of the waiting room chairs, you watch Scotts dad leaning against the wall. Peter comes out and sinks in the chair next to you.

He looks at you before he puts an arm around you and pulls you in kissing the top of your head. A moment later, the Sheriff is running in asking about his son, Scott and Lydia not far behind. The commotion must catch the attention of the offices in the back because Melissa comes out a moment later and tells the Sheriff that Stiles is in good hands. Scott and Lydia are asking if they can see him and Melissa has to calm everyone down and get them to sit down.

She tells everyone to take a seat and you watch as Scott and Lydia move to sit down. When their eyes catch Peter they both stop. Peter, for his part, acts as if there’s nothing different as he continues to rub your shoulder. However, Lydia’s and Scott’s glares irritate him and a moment later he shakes his head, “It’s not polite to stare. And while I know I am a specimen to behold, I would appreciate it if you would quit it.”

You elbow him as both Scott and Lydia scoff. They take their seats on the other side of the room. The room is tense and you’re sure that most of that comes from everyone worrying about Stiles but you’re also sure that Peter’s presence has something to do with it. You’re not sure how long you’re all there for but you must have dozed off because Peter is nudging you awake.

You turn to see the Sheriff walking back towards your group. Everyone stands and moves towards him but he puts his hand up, halting your progress.

“He’s sleeping now,” he sighs.  “And he’s just fine. He doesn’t remember much. It’s a bit like a dream to him.”

The Sheriff then looks at you, Peter and Scott’s dad, “Thank you.”

“It was nothing,” you say with a shake of your head.

“Well it was something,” Peter contradicts you and you elbow him again, scolding him.

Mr. Stilinski lets out a humorless chuckle and shakes his head, “He’s right, it was something. It wasn’t nothing. It was absolutely everything. You saved my son.“

Mr. Stilinski shares a look that has a bit more meaning behind it with Scott’s dad who, suddenly, looks uncomfortable. “It was that repellent we sprayed in the coyote den to keep other animals out. I couldn’t go near it without my eyes watering,” he brushes off. “It’s just a good thing he mentioned it over the phone.”

You can tell that Peter wants to say something but before he does, you dig your claws into his arm. Whatever’s going on between the two men needs to be played out. Peter makes no verbal indication at your claws but you can feel his fist clench.

“No. it was more than that. Thank you,” Mr. Stilinski is saying and when Scott’s dad, again, brushes it off, he swings his arms out in frustration.

“McCall,” he begins, “Can you shut up please and accept my sincerest gratitude?”

You can hear Scott's dad swallow somewhat uncomfortably before he nods his head, “Accepted,” he responds and the two shake hands. Some sort of understanding seems to pass between them.

“Well, I would like to have someone's gratitude.”

Scoffing, you look to your cousin, “You’re a child. You know that?”

He merely shrugs and Melissa is rushing everyone out of the waiting room. “You’ve got school is less than 6 hours.”

“I’ll go get the car, Little Wolf. I’ll pick you up in the front,” Peter says. At your nod of acceptance, he moves quickly.

Scott and Lydia are murmuring to each other, both frustrated and feeling useless.

“Hey,” you call out. When you have their attention, you shake your head and lower your voice, as you all make your way out, “This wasn’t on you. Your powers are still new to you right?”

You wait for Lydia to nod her head and continued, “You’ll get it down eventually. These things aren’t really a science. They’re more of an art.”

Lydia nods her head and you both hug. You give her a reassuring squeeze and she’s off walking towards her car. Scott, however, stays behind.

“How did you guys end up with my mom?”

“After we checked the school, Derek, Aiden and I split up. My instincts kept pulling me towards the preserve. Figured the only one that wouldn’t really question me would be Derek or Peter.”

“So why call Peter?”

“Peter’s always encouraged me to trust my instincts. He’s a little more wolf than man. In the moment, it just made more sense,” you shrug.

Scott looks at you for a moment then nods his head. He pulls you into a hug and thanks you.

“Need me to wait?” he asks as he pulls away from the hug.

“Nah, Peter won’t be too far at this point. Go get some rest.”

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Posted 12 June 2019

[holidaywishes]

the song part 1

Part I: The Girl with Mystery in her Eyes

  Summary: Lydia fears that her cousin may be in danger so she convinces everyone to go to her in New York.

  Fandom: Teen Wolf

  Warning: Angst, talk of assault possibly, some language but other than that, not a lot

  Author’s Note: Series alert? I just finished watching the entire Teen Wolf series and I cried like a baby. But one thing I always thought could’ve been an interesting story line was if there was a Siren -- especially since Lydia is a Banshee. I figured they’re similar mythologies and if they were related it would totally make sense. So that’s what this is. Hope you enjoy!

  P.S.: If you couldn’t tell, I’m going to try and make this a Theo x Calli fic. Let me know if you like that and if you would rather have it be (Y/N) or if you are okay with having a Character name in there. 

 P.P.S.: If you’re wondering, the name came from this quiz I took -- yes I actually took a quiz to find a siren name -- and the full name was Calliope so that’s why I used that.

  Song Credit: Moon and Back -- Alice Kristiansen

  masterlist

xx

Lydia’s P.O.V

  After months of relative quiet, you woke up in a cold sweat. You were breathless for a second before a name left your lips

  “Calli.” You hadn’t seen your cousin in years, not since she moved to New York, so when her face popped up in a vision you weren’t sure what to think. 

  “She looked terrified, Scott,” you said, standing in front of your friend trying to get him to take the trip out with you, “and like she was being cornered.”

  “Maybe that’s just her face?” Peter stated sarcastically, leading you to roll your eyes

  “Lydia, you said you haven’t seen her in years right?” Stiles asked

  “Right…”

  “So, maybe it’s nothing. Maybe she was getting yelled at by a teacher or her boss or something? Not everything has to be a warning”

  “It does when you’re a Banshee.” The group collectively raised their eyebrows and considered your option

  “You really think she’s in trouble?” Scott leaded

  “I do.” He took a second to look around the group and agreed to go to New York before Theo chimed in

  “Is she like you?” You hesitated for a second before answering

  “Honestly I don’t know…”

  “Well that’s comforting..” Theo remarked and you rolled your eyes again. You weren’t feeling like arguing anymore, and definitely not with Theo, so you turned away and continued toward the car. 

  “You’re not thinking of taking your Jeep are you?” You heard Malia call to Stiles

  “Uhm.. obviously.” he snarked

  “Stiles, that thing is going to break down within the first half hour” 

  “It’s my Jeep”

  “It’s a piece of trash”

  “It’s my Jeep” he repeated

  “Stiles, just get in my car”

  “But… my Jeep…?”

  “Stiles, let’s go!” With a loud whine, he slumped into your front seat and you began the long haul out to New York City. It was a mistake to think you could get there easily or quickly with how many of you that were travelling there and you ended up getting into the city three days later.

  “We really should’ve just flown” Liam said as he stepped out of the car and began stretching.

  “Well we’re here now. Come on, she’s staying with my Uncle.” You directed the group to the old familiar building where you remembered spending a few Christmases with your cousin, walking up the stairs and knocked on the door; soon met by the warm smile of your Uncle Ron. 

  “Little Lydia, is that you?” he chimed

  “It’s me..” you returned, uncomfortably before asking about Calli.

  “She’s at work. I was actually just on my way there. It’s not far, we can walk together.” He led you through the busy sidewalks and you finally ended up at a bar that seemed to double as a lounge -- people were signing up to perform and cycling through like they were in revolving doors. You looked for your cousin in the crowd, telling Scott and the others what she looked like so they could do the same when you heard a laugh from across the room. 

  “Calli” you said under your breath but apparently Theo was close enough to hear and he followed your eye line to her

  “That’s her?” he asked and you nodded, “well that was easy!”

  “I wouldn’t start celebrating yet” Peter said from behind the two of you, making you turn to face him

  “What does that mean?” You asked

  “You don’t feel it?” He seemed to say it more to Theo than to you, even so, both you and Theo shook your heads, “that’s not just a girl. She’s not like us but she’s not really human either…”

  “What is she then?” Theo asked, shifting his eyes from Peter to Calli

  “Let’s find out, shall we?” Peter grinned just as a girl approached Calli and you watched as your cousin’s face contorted with sympathy, making you wonder what was happening; and what Peter knew.

xx

Calli’s P.O.V

  “Come on! Everyone loved it last time” Shannon, a regular at open mic night, said; trying to convince you to sing for her again

  “It’s cheating. You have such a great voice, you don’t need mine” you tried, leaning in to try and comfort her by resting your hand on her shoulder

  “But I do! My stage fright is terrible. Knowing that I have your voice to fall back on helps me stay calm up there”

  “I think that’s a problem” your friend, Matty, said and Shannon rolled her eyes

  “Whatever Matty. Please, Calli. This will be the last time, I promise.” She gave you a knowing look and you sighed, agreeing reluctantly as the MC called her up on stage

  “I have to get behind the curtain,” you said, getting up before Matty grabbed your wrist, “HEY!”

  “No, you’re not going anywhere,” he said forcefully, “if she’s gonna ask you to do this then she should live with the consequences”

  “The consequences?” you scoffed

  “Let the people see, appreciate, whose voice they’re actually listening to.” You were about to counter his argument when the MC gestured for you and Matty to control the sound; Matty handed you a microphone as Shannon sat down at the piano. This was always a tricky position because you couldn’t see her lips, and you never really practiced this, it was just something you’d done from time to time but it was going well so far. The first verse flowed into the chorus and you could feel the stillness in the room and, against your better judgement, you began to let the song take over.

  “When you go quiet, and won’t let your guard down, I hear through the silence that you’re trying to figure it out, You’re trying to make me proud. Believe me now. Baby, to the moon and back. I still love you more than that…”

  You noticed a group begin to form around you and Matty but the rest of the audience was still facing Shannon so you kept singing

  “We may fall but we’ll keep on going, we may break but we won’t stay broken. Through the cracks in the road, the flowers grow ooh ooh. Before you see our storm clouds forming and the sun won’t rise in the morning, you should know…”

  You finally noticed Lydia as the song came slowly to its end and your face scrunched, pulling her aside when the music stopped. 

  “What are you doing here?”

  “You were in trouble?” she said, almost as a question but more of a statement so you shook your head, “No I mean I thought you were in trouble. Aren’t you?”

  “No, Lyd’s I’m fine. I’m a little confused why you brought an entire… gang with you to ask if I was okay. How did you even know where to find me?”

  “Why me, of course!” Uncle Ron said, sliding one hand onto your lower back and you froze in place, all the while hoping it wasn’t obvious. 

  “Uncle Ron, you never got the chance to meet my friends. This is Stiles, Scott, Malia, Liam, Theo, Peter, Derek, Jordan and Mason.” She introduced her friends by pointing at them as she said their names and you smiled awkwardly in response, “Everyone this is my Uncle Ron and my cousin, Calli”

  “It’s nice to meet you all. And, please, stay with us. I’m betting you never figured out a hotel room before you came here, am I right?” Uncle Ron joked, his hand still on your back

  “You are” Stiles answered and you tried to manage a few words but nothing was coming out, just another awkward smile and all of you stood there in silence, waiting for someone to break the tension

  “You have a captivating voice, by the way,” Peter said, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

  “Doesn’t she though? We’ve told her not to do that though, sing for her friends, it’s a lie and she knows better than to lie…” He said, practically whispering in your ear, “don’t you Calli?”

  “We agreed it would be the last time, she was just nervous” you finally said and finally managed to escape your Uncle’s touch and you briefly caught Theo’s stare; thinking you’d look away just as quickly but you found yourself lost in his features and you couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t looking away either. When Matty finally spoke, your eyes tore away from Theo’s and whipped to Matty

  “Anyone hungry? The food is pretty good here, so feel free to tell someone you know Calli and they’ll get to you before anyone else”

  “We wouldn’t want to get in anyone’s way..” Lydia said, confusion in her tone

  “You wouldn’t have to. Seriously, it happens every time. You say her name at the bar and they rush to take care of you,” Matty scrunched his eyebrows as he spoke, “it’s kinda weird actually…” 

  “My shift is almost over, but I can probably get Sam to let me go early and then we can talk about what you’re doing here”

  “You don’t have t--”

  “You came all the way from California and I’m supposed to just think that everything’s okay?” you questioned

  “I told you, I thought you were in trouble”

  “If that were it, you would’ve called. Just let me clock out.” You said and walked off, telling Sam that you were taking an early night and he let you go without any issues, just like you’d expected, and you grabbed Lydia and her friends and took off. You wandered to your room to change while the group sat down and waited for you to come out and talk to you. And as you turned around, you caught Theo’s eyes again and you swore you felt a literal spark in your chest.

xx

Theo’s P.O.V

  You kept finding her stare, and you couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or not but every time you did, you seemed to forget everything. You were snapped back to the group when Calli’s door closed

  “Figure it out yet?” Peter whispered over your shoulder

  “What?” you asked, turning to face him

  “What she is. Did you figure it out yet?”

  “No. I honestly think she’s just a girl”

  “Think about the night. Think about the events. Think about how you feel when she’s around. Think about Lydia and what she is”

  “She’s not a banshee”

  “But what do banshees do?”

  “Predict death? Scream loud enough to make your ears bleed?”

  “Right. So, what is something similar but also the opposite of that?” When it finally hit you, you were even more unsure if you were feeling something for her or if you were being hypnotized

  “Siren” you whispered

  “What?” Lydia asked, clearly overhearing your conversation

  “Your cousin’s a Siren. I’ve never met one,” Peter stated, “but I’ve heard they’re around. And it makes sense that she’s your cousin. You both get your power from your voice”

  “So.. what does this mean for her? Is she in danger?” Scott asked, standing up 

  “Not her,” Peter said, as Calli opened her door and began walking toward the group, “those around her might be though.” You could feel Peter looking at you, a grin appearing on his lips as he spoke, but you couldn’t look away. 

  And you didn’t want to.

[therapeutic-steter]

how about: after the kanima attack stiles decides he's over being undervalued and not cared for by scott and peter comes and cares for him, and stiles ends up joining dereks pack.

I kept to the prompt, but it did end up a little heavy. I tried a new style, went for present tense for the first time, so I hope you’ll still like it! Actually really liked how this one turned out! 

Warning: past self harm mention and some depression-like symptoms/language (nothing graphic or too bad though).

—–break—–

Affection is not something Stiles is used to.

The people who love him are either too busy or simply don’tnotice how long it’s been since they’ve touched him. Stiles initiates hugs withhis dad or with Scott, but at the end of the day, when Stiles is too tired toreach out first, no one reaches for him. No one wraps him up in their arms,gives him a moment to ground himself in just the pleasure of another’s kindtouch.

The first time Gerard Argent hits him, Stiles is dazed. Notbecause of the pain—even though it does hurt—but because he realizes that wasthe first time someone had touched him without him initiating it in months, atleast. Possibly longer.

His body hurts when he drags himself home. His dad envelopeshim in a hug, relieved, and Stiles almost cries. It hurts so bad but his dadfeels so warm, so solid, so kind and thankful and desperately relieved, that ismakes his knees weak. He hates that he’d almost be willing to let Gerard beathim up again if the end result was the physical proof of his father’s love.

Stiles clutches at his dad’s back, burying his face in hisshoulder, and holds in his tears. He breathes in his dad’s scent, feeling smalland young and oh so hurt. He almost sobs when the doorbell rings and his dadpulls away to answer, gently squeezing Stiles’ shoulder and telling him torest, that he’ll go and check who it is.

The night ends with him watching Lydia freely embracingJackson the Jackass and Stiles feels a flash of hatred for the boy flare up.Who is Jackson to get such open affection, to be so freely held and so clearlyloved, when Stiles has to practically beg for a few scraps of attention fromthose he loves? He wishes Jackson had just stayed dead, wondering if Lydiawould’ve cried on his shoulder, and then he feels horrible for the thought. Hedidn’t want anyone to be hurt, except maybe Gerard. Why did everyone want himto hurt?

Peter Hale being alive was the least of Stiles concerns.Gerard getting away was one of the biggest.

“How the fuck did this happen?” Stiles growls under hisbreath as Chris gathers Allison and leaves, as Scott watches her with puppyeyes, and Jackson and Lydia whisper in each other ears and refuse to stoptouching each other.

“It’s a mess, isn’t it?” Peter says, voice clearly intendedfor only him as the man steps beside Stiles.

Stiles just sighs. He’s tired. He’s hurt. His dad probablywon’t hug him again tonight and he doesn’t feel like letting Scott touch himright now, not after what he did.

Stiles feels tears prick his eyes and he clenches his eyesshut, grinded his teeth. Once the wave of emotion has been ridden out, hebreathes.

“Stiles?” Peter asks, quiet. His hand brushes Stiles’ arm,and Stiles doesn’t know if it’s the unexpectedness or the gentleness that makeshim jerk away, startled and wary, like cornered prey.

“You should check on Derek,” Stiles says, always puttingothers above himself. Derek was still kneeling on the ground, clearly havinghis own turmoil from within. Stiles didn’t blame him. “I’ll make sure thepuppies get home,” he sighs, somehow knowing he could trust Derek to this newPeter, this saner man who helped instead of hurt. Lydia and Jackson curl intohis backseat, Scott takes his passenger side and won’t quit making sad puppyeyes out the window. Isaac declines a ride, chooses to stay with Derek. Lookingat his jeep and her load, Stiles wishes he could too.

Scott gets dropped off first since Lydia’s car is at hishouse. The drive is quiet with and without him. Jackson is exhausted, Lydia isrelieved, Scott is pouting. Stiles is hurting.

Lydia squeezes his shoulder when they get to his house,drawing in Stiles’ eyes with her own intense gaze.

“Thank you,” she tells him and she means it. Stiles soaks inthe warmth of her touch, biting his lip at the rush of emotion. He loves her,he really does, but he doesn’t know when he stopped being in love with her. Itstill feels good though, her appreciation, her affection. He smiles.

“Anytime,” he tells her, and he means it. She squeezes himagain, like she can tell, before herding a shivering, tired Jackson—wrapped inStiles extra track pants and jacket that had been in the backseat—into her carand pulling away.

Stiles’ dad is heading out as Stiles comes in the door. Heruffles Stiles’ hair, kisses his head and tells him he loves him, that he gotcalled in for an emergency, and then Stiles is alone with the burning touch ofghosts on his skin.

He climbs up the stairs, one at a time, each step sendingagony up his side. He eases into bed once he makes it to his room, kicking offhis shoes and just curling up on top of the covers. He buries his face in hispillow and lets the cotton soak up his tears.

Stiles wakes in the middle of the night to a gentle touch onhis head, brushing through his hair. Hands ease his jacket off, one arm at atime. Stiles doesn’t fight, letting the soft hands manipulate his body, pullinghis pants off but leaving his boxers and shirt, tugging the blankets out fromunder him before tucking him in properly.

“Sleep, Stiles,” a voice murmurs, hand back to brushingthrough his hair again.

“Please,” Stiles begs, slurred with sleep, as the handsleave him. A pause before they return, gentle rhythmic strokes through hisbuzzcut.

“I’ll stay,” the voice assures him, “until you fall asleep.”

Stiles’ lip wobbles as he turns closer to his visitor, leaninginto the hands’ touch. He curls in on himself and tries not to cry.

“Shhh,” the voice murmurs, kinder than Stiles has ever heardit. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I promise.”

Stiles bites his pillow, nodding, and slowly the touchessoothe him until he can fall into unconsciousness again.

No one’s there when he wakes up, but the paper with a phonenumber and PH written on it—slid under his phone that he’d forgotten to takeout of his pocket and yet is now plugged in to his charger—says everything.

Things change after that. Scott doesn’t touch Stiles,doesn’t include him either. Says it’s too dangerous, that Stiles could gethurt. Stiles is rotting on the inside, uncaring for his body if only someonewould touch him to make him real. Pale scars from the months after his mom diedstare up at him from his wrist and he wonders if that’s what he needs again.But he doesn’t grab a razor and he doesn’t feel anything. He closes his eyes,remembers soft hands in his hair, and presses ‘call.’

“Stiles?” It’s the same voice, the same tone from thatnight. Stiles takes a shaky breath.

“Please,” he manages, staring down at the scars and feelinghis heart bleed. “Please come over now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Peter promises.

Peter keeps his promise.

Stiles is shaking when he gets there, curled on his bed andsecond from hyperventilating.

“Please touch me,” Stiles begs him, looking up from where helying on his bed, eyes overflowing and he does nothing to stop the tracks. “Ineed someone to want to touch me.”

Peter’s face looks concerned, something Stiles could’venever expected to see, but he doesn’t hesitate to reach out, pulling Stilesinto his arms as he sits on the bed. Stiles curls into him, into his warmth,hiding his face in his neck, hands clutching his shirt and shivering.

Peter’s hands brush up and down Stiles’ back. His breath iswarm against Stiles’ shoulder. He’s solid under Stiles’ touch, alive and real.Stiles presses closer, wants to seep into his skin and never leave.

“It always hurts,” Stiles says, can’t stop the words fromfalling out his mouth, trembling just as uncontrollably. He’s freezing inside, emptyand so so cold.

“I know,” Peter says, and Stiles knows he does. He pullsaway, surprised, and looks at Peter’s solemn eyes.

“I’m here,” Stiles promises him, cupping his hands aroundPeter’s face, Stiles suddenly in caretaker mode. When he’d added Peter to hisshort list, he didn’t know, but now he knew he had.

Peter quirks a smile, pain in his eyes as he gentlyencircles Stiles’ wrist with his hand. “And I’m here,” he says and Stilesgenuinely smiles for the first time in months.

…

Stiles is at the old Hale house often because Peter is atthe old Hale house often. At first Derek shoots him odd looks and asks why he’sthere. He’d stepped aggressively towards him once—only once—to try and scare Stilesaway. Stiles had flinched, expecting pain, and Peter had tackled Derek androared in his face within two seconds’ time. His nephew had been so stunned hehadn’t even pulled his Alpha shift out. Peter had left with Stiles, glaring atDerek the whole time.

Derek didn’t try scaring Stiles off any more after that.

When they move to the train station, Stiles shows up theretoo. Stiles watches Derek train Boyd, Erica, and Isaac when Peter’s busy, offsomewhere, and will occasionally offer tips as they fight. The betas get betterand even Derek is impressed by his insight. Stiles helps them find theiranchors from the full moon, smiling proudly the first time Erica calms herselfdown from the shift.

The first time Erica hugs him, Stiles freezes. He standswith wide eyes, gazing at nothing, as they all hear his heart pounding like arabbit being chased.

“Stiles?” Derek asks, wondering where Peter was, if he knewhow to handle this.

Like the devil, Peter appears just as he’s thought of,cupping Stiles’ face and drawing the boy’s attention to him.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs, kinder than Derek’s heard him be inyears. “No one here will hurt you. We all love you.”

“Why?” Stiles croaks, and Derek winces at the emotioncracking his voice. He can’t help but step closer, a need to comfort pullinghim in.

“Because you’re Pack, sweetheart,” Peter tells him, andDerek realizes it’s true. He’s a horrible Alpha, truly not meant for it, but hecan feel now the tentative bond between him and the human. He walks evencloser, carefully reaching out and holding Stiles’ shoulder.

“You are,” Derek assures him when Stiles looks to him.Stiles’ eyes are welling in tears and he’s shaking under Derek’s touch.

“Yeah, Batman,” Erica inputs, stepping behind Stiles andwrapping her arms around his waist. Isaac leans against her side and nosesStiles temple familiarly. Boyd takes his elbow and squeezes in solidarity.Stiles sobs and collapses against Peter.

“I thought you guys just tolerated me,” Stiles hiccups outbetween sobs.

“No way!” Erica is quick to deny.

“We like having you here,” Isaac assures him, confident inthat shy way of his. “You’re one of us.”

“See, darling?” Peter murmurs against Stiles’ ear, handsmoving up and down Stiles’ sides familiarly. Derek stares, wondering when thathad become a thing, wondering if he should be worried. “I told you. You’rePack.”

Stiles sniffles, collects himself, and demands they have apizza night. Stiles sits in Peter’s lap and hesitates but eventually puts hislegs in Derek’s lap as they’re watching the movie. Derek can hear his heartpounding with that rabbit-fast beat, the scent of fear curdling in the air, sohe just rests his arm across Stiles’ calves, hands casually massaging themuscles there. It’s almost an hour into the movie before Stiles finally relaxesunder his touch, but by the time it’s over he’s asleep with a tiny smile on hisface. Peter nuzzles his head, scenting him, and Derek feels gratitude,adoration, appreciation through their Pack bond along with protective instinctsthat swirl within Peter until the only thing Derek knows is that he pitiesanyone or anything who tries to hurt their Pack’s human.

Derek isn’t worried anymore.

[martinskis-lydias]

who are you really?

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | chapter 8: territory

pairing: Stiles x Derek

word count: 5763

warnings: blowjobs (because apparently shower blowjobs is a thing in this story); rougher than usual (?) sex (i don’t know what people would consider rough sex in fic so I’m just putting it just in case); let me know if i missed anything!

notes: this is pretty much filler, but have some relatively happy domestic sterek!

“He’s just tired I think, we had a talk after you and Scott left.”

“Did he actually say anything? Or was it mostly deflection?”

“Well, he tried. But I can be very patient and persistent when I want to be. He opened up to me,” Derek sounded so fond and content.

I tried not to move or let anything about me change right now. I wanted to see where this went. I was still half-asleep so I just had to stay like that for as long as possible and Derek wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“I won’t ask you to tell me what he said, because that’s not fair to you, but can you just tell me if he’s okay? I just–I worry about him. He’s so young to have so much on his shoulders. His mom dying was bad enough but then to have to deal with the extra responsibility of becoming an Alpha with no pack… he was so lost and confused. I couldn’t help him, I didn’t know how, and I was trying to deal with it but I started drinking… I let him down.” Dad sounded so dejected, more upset than I had heard him in a while. I hadn’t even realized he had felt this way.

This was making it harder to stay like this. But I wanted to know what was happening, I wanted them to be able to talk, this would help them. And even if dad wasn’t a wolf, he was still pack.

“Sir–”

“Please Derek, call me Noah.”

“Noah. I don’t think you let Stiles down at all. I think you raised him as best you could, and I might be biased but I think you did a great job. He’s kind and compassionate, hilarious, crazy smart, and a great Alpha. Your wife died, nobody expected you to get through that without caring. You were devastated and Stiles understands, because he was too. Stiles is doing just fine, Noah,” Derek reassured him.

“Thank you Derek, he’s wonderful, best thing I ever did, but I still worry. He just has so much on his shoulders and he doesn’t always talk to me about it. I’m glad he has you, to help him and support him. And Claudia loved you, was actually excited about you becoming her son before…” Dad trailed off, not needing to say anything else.

“I’m really sorry about Claudia. She was always such a nice woman, and truly my mom’s best friend. I would have been proud to be considered her son,” Derek told my dad. I couldn’t stay ‘sleeping’ any longer, I had too many emotions running through me.

I shifted a little on Derek, stretching and making sleepy noises.

“Have a nice nap, kid?” Dad asked me from the doorway, smirk evident in his voice. I blinked sleepily up at him and grunted in response.

“Are you still tired? Do you want to go back to sleep?” Derek whispered, running his hand over my hair and my cheek.

I smiled at him, “I’m okay. Are you guys hungry? I can make us some dinner.” I rolled off Derek, almost falling to the floor before I caught myself.

“I’m not really hungry, but maybe you guys should go out and get something to eat? You’ve been cooped up in this house and you deserve a treat. You did a great job this weekend,” Dad told me.

“Yeah, come on baby, I’ll take you for dinner. Where do you wanna go?” Derek asked me, standing up and heading to the kitchen. I followed him.

“Whoa, why are you taking me? Why not the other way around? Because I’m younger?” I demanded, mostly just being difficult.

“No, love, because I have way more money and you worked hard this weekend. I want to show my respect and appreciation for my wonderful Alpha,” he countered. He kissed me and nudged me towards my shoes.

“Fine, fine. You pick though, if you’re paying.” I put my coat on and tossed Derek his.

“Noah, are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Derek asked dad as he put on his coat and shoes.

“No,” Dad answered. “You guys go ahead. You haven’t really had much of an opportunity to go on a date or anything, and you both deserve it. Just don’t be out too late–it is a school night. I have to go back into work for the night shift, so I’ll probably be gone when you get back. Have a good time,” he smiled at us and went upstairs to change. I took that as our cue to leave.

I was about to climb into the Jeep when Derek yanked me out and dragged me over to his car.

“Dude!” I protested and flailed.

“Hey, I’m taking you on a date, that means I’m driving. Come on, you did so much for me this week, let me do this for you, please?” He was practically begging, pouting and trailing kisses along my throat. How could I resist?

“Alright, you drive,” I relented, laughing at his persistent pouting. He kept kissing my neck, pulling me in closer to him. “Dude, if you keep this up we aren’t going to be eating, we’ll just end up fucking in your car.”

“I don’t see the problem,” he moaned against my collar bone, sucking quickly disappearing marks into the skin there.

Thanking whatever divine presence there was for the dark that made us invisible to all prying eyes, I shoved him against the side of his car, growling low in my chest and sinking my teeth into the mark on his shoulder. He groaned and went lax under my hands. I licked the mark, hearing him moan quietly.

“Now,” I whispered as I pulled away from his shoulder and brought my red eyes up to his blue. “As much as I want to fuck you, and believe me I do,” I rubbed the front of my jeans against his to prove just how much, “I thought you wanted to take me on a date?”

“I do,” he whispered back and there was a slight growl in his voice. God, he really made it difficult to concentrate.

“How about we pick this up when we get back,” I suggested with a quick kiss. I smirked at the eager look in his eyes.

“Okay, let’s go eat,” Derek conceded, smiling back at me as I pushed away from the car and went to the passenger seat of the Camaro. He drove to a little diner in the middle of town. It wasn’t anything special but they had the best pie that money could buy. He must have talked to Scott because this is my favourite place to eat.

“Hold on, let me get the door for you,” he said, laughing at the fact that I was practically vibrating with excitement. It felt good to get out of the house and go on an actual date with Derek.

Once the door was open he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a kiss, a short but disorientingly perfect kiss. He pulled away and I pouted, momentarily forgetting about where we were and why we were here.

“I thought I was taking you on a date?” He asked smugly, before leaning in to whisper in my ear: “Unless the offer of fucking in the car still stands.”

I shivered, nipping playfully at his ear to try and hide just how much he was affecting me.

“Well, I’m starving but if you want me to skip dinner…” I teased, smirking right back at him. He just laughed and started walking into the diner, dragging me along with him.

When we had found an empty booth, a waitress came over to give us menus and take our drink orders. I was going to let Derek order first but he looked at me pointedly, meaning he wanted me to go first. Ever the gentleman.

“I’ll just have a Dr. Pepper and a water,” I told her, smiling politely. Not that she even saw it.

“And what can I get you?” The suggestion clear in her voice, and body language, and chemo signals. I understood how attractive Derek was, and this was something I should probably get used to, but it took every ounce of control not to growl and pull Derek in for a kiss to show dominance.

“I’ll have the same,” Derek answered, barely even sparing the waitress (Ashley, according to her nametag) a glance. I smirked when I smelled her disappointment as she walked away. Derek raised his eyebrow at me, questioning my mood swings. I just shook my head, smiling brightly at him.

“So, do you know what you’re getting?” I asked him, not even bothering to open my menu. I got the same thing every time.

“Yeah, the bacon cheeseburger and extra curly fries,” he told me. Also not opening his menu.

“That’s what I was going to get!” I shouted, and then slapped my hand over my mouth when everyone turned to stare at me. “Sorry, I’m just excited,” I admitted, blushing at the fact that I was probably embarrassing the shit out of him right now.

“It’s alright, you’ve had a lot on your shoulders this weekend, you’re allowed to be a teenager sometimes,” he reassured me, squeezing my hand. I smiled at him, forever grateful to be mated with someone so understanding.

He was rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand when Ashley walked back over with the drinks. She looked at our joined hands for a moment before placing the drinks on the table and turning to Derek. I forced my hand to stay where it was and looked down at the table, sure that my eyes were red.

“Have you decided what you want to order?” She asked Derek, probably fluttering her lashes at him.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger with extra curly fries. Stiles?” Derek’s voice was heavy with concern. I took a deep breath to gain control and anchored myself to Derek’s hand in mine. Ashley turned to me, reluctant to take her eyes off Derek.

“I’ll have the same,” I told her, smiling. Okay, so maybe I let my teeth go just a little sharper than usual, and maybe I let red tinge my eyes for a second. But hey, she wouldn’t notice anything. At least, not really–she would just assume she was imagining things. She gasped and backed away quickly before practically running from the table.

“Stiles!” Derek admonished. I turned to him and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I said when I stopped laughing. Because I was for sure not giggling like a child. Derek raised an eyebrow at me again–the dude had expressive eyebrows.

“Are you telling me you didn’t notice?” I asked incredulously.

“Notice what, Stiles?” Derek demanded, absolutely and completely baffled about the current situation. He was actually oblivious, probably didn’t realize how often people hit on him.

“The fact that she was ready to fuck you right here in this booth, despite being fully aware of us,” I told him bluntly, squeezing his hand to emphasize the ‘us’.

He gaped at me, a blush rising up his neck and into his cheeks. “No she wasn’t,” he denied.

“Fine, I won’t say anything the next time she comes back and you pay attention,” I suggested. He just shook his head at me like I was crazy and changed the subject.

Ashley came back ten minutes later with our food and she seemed to have calmed down. She put our food down and turned to Derek, as I had expected.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” She asked, smiling brightly at Derek. I just leaned back in my seat and smirked. I was competitive and smug, I was aware of my flaws.

“No, thanks,” Derek said bluntly. I couldn’t help the joy that brought me, him being completely uninterested in her. I smiled broadly, which she happened to turn and see. She scoffed and stalked away, annoyed that a scrawny teenage boy held Derek’s interest more than she did.

“I’m not one of those people that likes to say ‘I told you so’, but…”

“Yes you are,” Derek corrected me, taking one of my fries before starting on his burger.

I laughed, “You’re right, I told you so. Dude, have you seen yourself? Do you know how people react to you?”

Derek ducked his head, but I could see the blush heating up his ears. “Stiles, stop. Not everyone sees me like you do,” he whispered.

“Derek,” I reached over to lift his chin so that he was looking at me. “You and me, that is all that matters. But I just want you to understand that you are so much better than you think you are, so much more than you see in yourself. But I get it,” I admitted.

He smiled at me, grabbing my hand and kissing it. He was still blushing but I don’t think he was embarrassed, more pleased than anything. “Thank you,” he whispered, ducking his head. “I’m starting to think that now that I have you – I have to have done something right.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “Eat your dinner,” I told him, trying to hide my embarrassment but I couldn’t find the energy to care too much. This was Derek and I loved him and there was no point in being embarrassed when he said something nice to me. This was supposed to be normal–healthy even.

I decided then that I wasn’t going to be embarrassed anymore when he complimented me, I was going to accept it and acknowledge that he truly meant what he was saying.

We ate our dinner in comfortable silence. It was nice, one of the best dates I had ever been on.

Okay, it was one of the only dates I had been on, but still. If I had been on any number of dates, this would probably still top the list.  It was Derek, and smiles, and the best burgers and fires one could buy in Beacon Hills. How could it get any better?

“Are we all finished here? Can I get you anything else? Dessert?” Derek and I looked up at the new waiter. I listened to see if Ashley had left, maybe her shift had ended?

Nope, she was still here. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back my laugh. She was avoiding us.

“… why he’s with someone like him. He’s definitely a few years older, and completely out of his league. I’m so much hotter than that kid anyways…” She was muttering to herself in the back.

“Stiles, do you have a favourite pie?” Derek asked. He seemed to be unaware of Ashley’s commentary, which was probably for the best. Derek didn’t exactly deal well with people insulting me.

“Can we get an apple pie to-go?” I asked the waiter, smiling politely.

He flashed me a slightly too-friendly smile in return. “Of course,” he answered. I felt his hand brush mine as he grabbed our dishes. Wow, were Derek and I giving off some sort of signal here?

I could hear a growl building up in Derek’s throat and was glad when the waiter left with our plates quickly.

I reached across the table to grab Derek’s hand–if I touched him, his scent would cover the waiter’s scent and that would probably calm him down.

After about a minute he relaxed and the tension left his shoulders.

“People are really testing our patience tonight, aren’t they?” I joked with him, kissing his knuckles. The second waiter came back with the pie just then, and I wasn’t sure if he had heard me. Either way, he acted as though he hadn’t.

“Alright, here you are,” he announced, placing the box on the table between us. “is there–”

“Just the bill, please,” Derek said, glaring openly at the waiter. ‘Steven’, according to the nametag.

Steven’s heartrate increased at the dangerously annoyed look in Derek’s eyes and quietly slid the bill over. Derek pulled out the correct amount of cash from his wallet, slammed it on the table, and left the booth. I followed quickly, a wide smile on my face.

God, I was going to be getting some good sex tonight.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” I asked him when we were almost to the car, feigning innocence.

He pushed me against the side of the Camaro, his body pressed against mine. “He touched you” was the only answer that I got before he started trying to leave marks all over my neck.

“Are you jealous? Did you think I wanted him?” I teased, trying to get him riled up a little more.

He just growled, grinding against me like he was hoping the friction might tear a hole through my jeans.

I ran my hand up his back and into his hair, my fingers combing through the strands before flipping us around and tugging his head to the side, giving me better access to his throat. He whined, high and needy. I was very happy nobody could hear us, but we definitely needed to get home before this escalated and he started wolfing out.

“Okay baby, I’m driving us home,” I mumbled against his jugular. It was a sign of how far gone he was that he didn’t bother arguing with me and just got into the passenger seat while I got behind the wheel. I pealed out of the parking lot, and was home faster than was probably legal, but I was keeping myself just barely under control, and the whines and heavy scent of Derek’s arousal were not helping.

“Okay, upstairs. Then I’ll show you just how much I only want you, alright baby?”

Derek could only nod before he was bolting upstairs. I put the pie on the counter, taking my time. I wanted him, badly, but if I stayed calm and didn’t rush, Derek would only get that much more worked up and that would make everything so much better. Not that it wasn’t unbelievably fantastic last time.

I forced myself to walk up the stairs at a normal pace and I was so fucking happy I had when I got to my room and saw Derek.

He was on all fours on my bed, his clothes all over my room like he had ripped them off in a rush. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes glowing and a whine coming from his throat. He was the picture of desperate and needy. And he was all mine. I breathed out shakily and I then proceeded to frantically rip off my clothes. I had planned on taking this slowly but I needed to feel his skin against mine, I needed to hear him moan my name and beg for more.

I pounced on the bed behind him and pressed a finger to his hole.

I groaned when it slid in with no resistance. “Fuck, Der,” I moaned and added another finger. “Did you stretch yourself open when you were waiting?”

He groaned and pushed against my fingers. “Yes, I need you, please Stiles,” he begged. He was trying to fuck himself on my fingers but I pulled my hand back so he couldn’t. I heard a desperate sob and another “please.”

I shushed him, stroking his thigh soothingly. “It’s alright baby, I just want to show you how much I love you, can you be patient?” I asked as I slid one finger back in slowly.

He whimpered but nodded. I kept stretching him out slowly, telling him how good he is, how perfect. Once he was stretched more than enough I pulled my fingers out. Derek made a panicked sound before I covered his back with my body. He noticeably calmed down.

“You’re such a good boy for me Der, so perfect,” I whispered against his skin. “I’m gonna show you just how perfect you are for me; do you want that?” Before I had even gotten the whole question out he was moaning and pushing back against my cock.

“Yes Stiles, please, please, please,” he begged.

He was almost wolfed out, I could hear it. I slid into him and groaned against his skin. Derek groaned, his face pressed into a pillow to muffle the sound.

I couldn’t have that.

“No baby, come on, I want to hear every beautiful sound you make. It makes me so happy to hear how good I can make you feel,” I told him as I began to move in and out of him slowly. God, how was he still so tight around me? It was taking everything I had to not start fucking him into the mattress. But I had a plan and I wanted to stick to it.

“Stiles, please,” he begged.

“Oh baby, I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry,” I told him quietly speeding up only slightly.

“Stiles, that girl at the restaurant,” he said. I growled warningly and grabbed his hips and pounded into him a couple times before calming down again.

“Stiles, she wanted me. She thought she was good enough for me, that I should want her instead. Show me how wrong she is and wreck me, my Alpha,” he goaded. His words had the effect he wanted.

I completely lost control and the wolf took over. I started fucking him relentlessly and leaned over him, biting and sucking every inch of skin I could reach, wanting to mark him, to show everyone that he was mine.

“Oh fuck, yes Stiles, I’m yours, only yours,” I heard Derek saying, which appeased my wolf.

“Mine,” I growled in agreement. I was close and I could smell that he was, too. I reached around to grab his cock and had barely touched him before he was tensing up around me and shouting my name as he came on the bed.

His orgasm pushed me over the edge and I thrusted twice before biting the mark on his shoulder and cumming in him. I moaned against his skin, letting the feeling of my climax wash over me this time.

When I had come down from the sex high I pulled out of Derek. When I saw my cum start leaking out of him I whined and began trying to push it back in. I wasn’t fully aware of what I was doing until I heard Derek whine, probably from overstimulation.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whispered sheepishly. “I didn’t even think, it was just instinct,” I admitted as I lay beside him and pulled him closer to cuddle. I buried my nose in the crook of his neck; my wolf was elated that I could smell myself on him, that he was properly marked and everyone would know.

Well, anyone who was a werewolf.

“I know Mischief, it’s pretty normal,” he told me.

“Okay, good. I know I’m an Alpha so I should probably have a better idea of what the fuck I’m doing but I honestly have no clue. I’m pretty much going on instinct and logic and hoping I’m doing okay,” I said.

“I promise, you’re doing a great job, and anytime you have questions I am here to help. That’s my job, I want to help you,” he said, turning his head to look up at me. I smiled and pulled him up so I could kiss him, trying to put everything I was feeling and everything I wanted to say into it.

“By the way, I had a plan. You derailed my sex-plan,” I admonished him jokingly.

“Your ‘sex-plan’?”

“I was going go slow and show you just how much I love you and how perfect we are for each other. That is, until you got me to go full-Alpha and fuck you senseless,” I explained. “Not that I didn’t like your way.”

“Well, who’s saying you can’t still show me?” He asked, climbing onto me. I grinned at him, flipping us over.

“That’s true, I wouldn’t want to leave you feeling anything less than adored,” I smirked and kissed him. Derek really was perfect for me and fuck, I really did love him.

“Well, I really liked your plan,” Derek told me an hour later. I was in his arms as he ran his hand over my hair, which was almost long enough to grab. Which brought new possibilities…

“I’m glad,” I told him, smiling and storing away my hair-grabbing thoughts for later. I wanted to enjoy this, laying here where we could pretend the outside problems didn’t exist. “Though, I think your plan was pretty good, too. I didn’t realize I would get that possessive so easily,” I said.

He smirked, he was still very smug that I was any level of possessive over him. I didn’t understand what there was about me to be proud of, but I wasn’t going to question my luck.

“We should probably get some sleep,” he suggested. “You have school tomorrow, and I have to get back to looking for stuff about the Alpha. I was thinking about going to see your dad about what they found out about Laura.”

“You should talk to Deaton, too,” I told him, shifting around to our regular sleeping position–him in my arms.

“Who?”

“Alan Deaton, he’s the vet in town. He was Hale Pack Emissary, and he helped me a lot after my mom died,” I told him.

“What? What is an Emissary?” Derek looked genuinely confused by this information.

“How about we go tomorrow, he can explain it to you. I don’t know everything and I won’t be able to answer all your questions,” I explained. He nodded reluctantly, probably hating the fact that he had to wait. I laughed.

“Let’s sleep, Der,” I whispered. He closed his eyes, smiling when I started running my fingers through his hair.

Derek fell asleep fairly quickly, which was no surprise after the long day we’d had. I felt wide awake, but the next thing I knew, I was waking up to my alarm.

“Ugh, why does school have to be so early?” Derek groaned, rolling away.

“Dude, you don’t even have to get up!” I complained, walking to the bathroom for a shower.

“Uh, well, you know, maybe I should shower,” Derek said, following me to the bathroom.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Yeah? Is that so?”

“Well, after last night…”

“Yeah, sure, that’s what you mean. So, you won’t mind if I keep my hands to myself?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh, that’s perfectly alright with me,” he said, grinning widely before dropping to his knees. I just stared as he took me in his mouth.

And wow, this was… fucking magnificent. I leaned against the wall and groaned. His mouth was so warm and wet.

My hips jerked involuntarily into his mouth. He moaned–and fuck that was great, he should do that again.

“Der-ek,” I groaned again, grabbing his hair to keep me grounded. It was so good I felt like I was going to float out of my body forever.

I was so close, and when I told him this he slid a finger over my hole, letting it slip in a little, and then I was cumming down his throat. I had to shove my fist in my mouth to keep from shouting and then waking up my dad. He was a heavy sleeper, but not that heavy.

Then Derek was standing and holding me up because I felt like my legs were made of jelly and would collapse any moment.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, kissing him hard.

“I wanted to repay you for our other shower,” he told me, smiling sweetly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now, we really should shower,” I said, laughing. He laughed too, and grabbed the soap.

I drove to school, and Derek came with me. He said it was because he wanted to run some errands, and the Jeep was less obvious, but I think it was because he wanted people to see us together. I was perfectly okay with that.

Even with the longer than usual shower we still got to the school earlier than most people. So we used the extra time productively – Derek crawled over to my side of the Jeep and we made out.

“Dude,” Scott whispered as he walked over to the Jeep. We broke apart, breathing heavily. Derek opened the door and jumped down from his seat on my lap and I followed, grabbing the keys to give to Derek.

“Hey Scotty,” I greeted, pulling him in for a hug. After the weekend he had smelled a lot like pack, and he still did mostly, but it had faded. Derek pulled him in for a hug, too.

“So, is Isaac around here?” Derek asked, looking around like he thought he might be able to figure it out on his own.

“Uh, yeah, he’s over at the bike rack, locking his bike to it…” Scott said, looking at his shoes like he was embarrassed that he knew where Isaac was without looking.

It was actually adorable how much he liked Isaac, but I didn’t want to bug him about it. Yet.

“We should go say hi!” I said excitedly, grabbing Derek’s hand and dragging him along with me.

Isaac looked surprised when he realized we were walking towards him, but he seemed pleased that Scott was with us. That was good.

“Hey guys,” he smiled shyly at us.

“Hi, Isaac,” Scott replied quietly.

Too cute for words. I could barely stand the emotions flying between them.

“Isaac, this is my boyfriend Derek, he wanted to meet you,” I told him, forcing myself not to say anything that might embarrass Scott or Isaac.

“Hey,” Derek said, smiling.

Isaac smiled back at him and was about to say something before a car door slammed and he jumped away from the noise. Scott immediately stepped between him and – Jackson had just got out of his car.

The level of fear coming off Isaac couldn’t be just from Jackson, something was definitely happening to this kid.

“Seriously, I don’t get it, what is the appeal of Stilinski? You are obviously way out of his league,” Jackson demanded, seemingly annoyed at the fact that we had the audacity to exist in front of him.

“Jackson, seriously, did you learn nothing last week?” I turned my head to see Lydia standing beside Scott and Isaac, Allison on their other side.

“Stiles is beautiful,” Derek answered Jackson’s question like it was an obvious answer and he couldn’t understand why somebody couldn’t see it. I knew he thought it, but it still thrilled me every time he said it.

“Is it because he’ll take it whenever you want some?” Jackson asked, smirking. I wasn’t even going to deign that with a response but apparently Derek felt like continuing this interview.

“Stiles doesn’t ‘take it,’ as you so tactlessly put it.”

Apparently Jackson hadn’t been expecting that Derek was the bottom in the relationship, because he couldn’t get out any response that sounded like coherent English.

Derek smirked, turning to me. “I should get going, I’ll pick you up after school and we can take Scott to work and talk to Deaton,” Derek kissed me. He traded me his jacket for my keys and I smiled. He was so territorial and it made me happy that he cared enough.

“Okay, love you,” I called after him before turning to my friends.

“You need to talk to Deaton?” Scott asked, confused. I couldn’t explain everything with Allison, Lydia, Isaac, and Jackson standing with us, but I could give the truth without the supernatural details.

“Yeah, Deaton knew and worked for Talia Hale, and Derek just wanted to ask–”

I was interrupted by Jackson finally being able to come up with a response to Derek being bluntly honest. “He’s the bitch in the relationship?”

I growled, possibly a little too primal, but I was using all of my control to stop myself from slashing his throat.

“Don’t you ever say that to me again. Firstly, who fucks who in my sex life is none of your business, and secondly, just because he’s the bottom does not make him the bitch. Take your heteronormative ideals and shove them–”

“Stiles! You need to calm down,” Scott told me urgently, and I could tell he meant that I was very close to losing control. He wasn’t wrong.

I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes on Scott. “Where’s your tattoo?” He whispered.

I pulled my shirt up to look at the wolf curled up on my rib cage, brushing my fingers over it. It wasn’t moving, maybe because there were humans around–it was a magic tattoo, it had its own rules. I took another deep breath, feeling myself relax.

“Okay, I’m okay,” I said. And I meant it, I was okay.

“Let’s go to English,” Allison suggested, trying to get us out of the tense situation. She really was great.

We all nodded and started walking into the school, leaving Jackson standing by the bike rack.

Allison started walking with Isaac and Scott, and they started talking about the homework. Lydia, however, fell into step with me and pulled my arm a little to slow us down and keep us out of ear shot.

“So, you have a tattoo,” she noted. She made it seem like a question and an observation at the same time.

“Uh, yeah, I got it last week,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t mean it the way she thought I did.

“It’s a wolf?” She asked, seeming like she was trying to get all the facts before figuring something out.

“Yeah…” I said, unsure where she was going with this, but I could see in her expression that she was definitely going somewhere.

“We need to talk later,” she said urgently. “Alone.”

I sat in my seat beside Scott, and she sat between Allison and Isaac. She turned her head one last time to give me a look full of meaning before she pulled out her book and gave all of her attention to the front of the class where the teacher had just started talking.

I didn’t know why, but for some reason I felt like… she knows.

She knows I’m a werewolf.

Fuck.