Beacon Feels

And through all this exploration of himself, through all the healing he’s had to do around everything he’s been through, Stiles has become his safe place. They both know that he was Stiles’s bisexual awakening, but Stiles is blissfully and disgustingly in love with Derek’s uncle now, and he knows Derek’s sexual history and how much he’s been objectified and he doesn’t even jokingly flirt with Derek anymore.

What Stiles does do, once Derek lets him know it’s okay, is shower Derek with insane amounts of platonic physical affection. Because he knows that werewolves need physical touch, and that Derek hasn’t had enough of it since he lost his family. Derek confessed to him once that he thinks one of the reasons he had sex when he wasn’t all that into it was just for the chance to be physically close to someone, and now it’s like Stiles has made it his mission to make sure Derek never feels that way again.

So it’s not unusual for Peter to go hunting for Stiles and find him curled around Derek in his bed, or on their favorite chair on the porch. (It’s not even that big of a chair, Peter’s not sure how two grown men comfortably fit in there, but neither of them seem to want to move)

Derek’s always grumbling when he’s trying to cook because Stiles will drape himself over his shoulder and try to see what he’s doing and offer unhelpful advice.

Sometimes they’ll be having a movie night and Stiles will sit between Peter and Derek and hold both their hands. “Stiles, this is weird,” Derek tells him the first time he does it. “Well it shouldn’t be,” Stiles says, as if that settles it. And Derek leans back so he can meet Peter’s eye, and Peter just gives him a look that says “you know he does whatever he wants,” so Derek sighs and lets Stiles be a weirdo. He’ll never admit that it feels kind of nice.