“No, I mean.” She takes the note, flustered. “Why are you so interested in helping? You don't even know us.”
Stiles swallows heavily, searching for the slender line between a lie and a truth that he doesn't want to speak. “Because I have a soft spot for idiot teenaged werewolves,” he says finally. “It's a character flaw."
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25 Jan 2021
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
04 Jan 2021
“That was supposed to be Scott's Christmas present,” Stiles groans.
“We gathered that. You unwrapped it yourself and threw the tag at Liam’s head,” Derek mumbles from his hiding place under his arm. “You sang Happy Christmas to Scott in the tune of Happy Birthday while forcing us all to drink it.”
"Oh my god, please stop talking now,” Stiles sits up again.
Derek peeks out from under his arm to look at him with one eye open, dark hair adorably rumpled, so much so that Stiles wants to smooth it down. Stiles sits on his hands.
“You did this to me. I'm going to be hungover on Christmas day because of you." Derek growls accusingly.
“Ok, ok! Look I’ll go make us my famous hangover cure and we can call it even,” Stiles gallantly pushes to his feet and grabs his phone, which is inexplicably in one of his shoes. “We don’t have to be there until two, it’s not even midday yet.”
“Fine. Make me coffee. So much coffee,” Derek pulls the sheets over his head.
"Are we going to discuss how we ended up sharing a bed?" Stiles wiggles his eyebrows. “Or would you like to just blissfully ignore it, oh Alpha mine."
“The second one," Derek mumbles from under the sheet.
“You realize you’re at least ten grand over budget on Stiles’ house, don’t you,” Allison says, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s a question or not. “You better hope this works out because we can’t afford to build an entire house for everyone you want to date.”
He doesn’t bother denying it. “I’m going to do a lot of the demo and installation myself,” he says, leaning over her to cross off some of the numbers she’d written down. “It’ll work out.”
“I-” Derek starts and clears his throat, because his voice sounds rusty from not being used that often so far today, “I’m waiting for the doc, thanks.” Please let him know I’m here, he adds in his head.
The guy freezes, blinks like an owl, mouth ajar. Doc Stilinski really should think about hiring a new assistant, that kid looks a bit overextended. Derek shifts on his feet uncomfortably.
Then the guy starts chuckling and it sounds a bit hysterical, while the bitter smell of embarrassment is filling Derek’s nostrils.
“Yeah. Well,” the boy with the honey eyes says, dragging the words, “I kinda… am… Doc Stilinski. Yep. That’s me.” He points with his thumb towards his own chest.
This… kid is his therapist?!
Derek Hale‘s therapist is unprofessional, chaotic, he‘s talking way too much. In short: he is infuriating.
And probably Derek‘s mate. Ah, damn.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
01 Jan 2021
Derek looks up, and it’s almost like he forgets to maintain the scowl for a moment. He just looks … lost. Vulnerable.
Stiles takes another step forward. This close he can see that Derek’s eyes are a little watery. His throat bobs as he swallows, and then looks back down at the phone.
You can’t hear *anything?* Stiles texts, and Derek’s shoulders slump. He slowly shakes his head.
Stiles is starting to put it together now, how strangely Derek was acting the other night.
Since Lydia screamed?, he texts.
Derek swallows again, and then nods.