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He knew that Stiles had been bugging you about finding the new creature that invaded their town, as you were helpful when it came to figuring details out. He also knew that the rest of the pack had been bugging you about it too.

Back to the present, where you were struggling to breathe on the floor of your room. Gasping for air in between sharp inhales. Your hand clutching the fabric of your shirt that laid over your chest. Your eyes blown out and wide, pupils dilated. Derek quickly crouched in front of you, slowly taking your spare hand and pulling you closer.

He knew how to deal with panic attacks, surprisingly. He didn’t look like the type to care — but he had spent many nights awake with Stiles, calming him down from random panic attacks that he got when thinking of his mother. It was like Derek’s secret talent.

He knew what helped Stiles, so he would try it on you. His strong arms came around you to pull your head to his chest, letting you sit in between his legs.

“Just listen to my heartbeat.” He mumbled gruffly, angling your head so that your ear lined up with his heart. If he even had one.

Your breathing began to slooowww down as you heard the pattern of his heartbeat. His tactic worked. His large hand came up to cradle the back of your head to his chest firmly, his other hand rubbing your back to calm you. As you regained your breath and control back, you mumbled lowly to him.

“Thank you, Derek.” Was all you said in a shyer tone, as you knew Derek Hale’s reputation.

He huffed nonchalantly. “It’s fine, I do this all the time with Stilinski.” He grumbled, yet his tone held a hint of fondness for the boy, despite Stiles being a pain in the ass.

You lifted your head from his chest, smiling quietly up at him. “I’ve been stressed recently. This helped a lot.. thanks again.” You mumbled once more.

“Like I said, it’s fine.” He gave you a small look, thinking you hadn’t listened. But he didn’t mind all too much.

Derek stood up, rolling back his broad shoulders before he helped you up gently. His hand splayed out on your back to keep you supported and upright. He glanced around your slightly messy room, which you hadn’t been able to clean due to everything going on. He gave a small grumble.

“Guess I gotta help. Then we can go get food.”

He mumbled as he bent down to pick up some dirty clothes and toss them into the laundry basket. You just smiled happily.

“Sounds good.”

You two met when you stumbled upon his injured body in the forest, and took him in for a week. Then you two met again when Scott introduced you two, as you were in the McCall pack.

Currently, you were stood outside of Derek’s rusty, old looking loft with a few already painted canvas’s and some blank ones. Your art stuff was already inside, probably by the sofa. The door creaked open, and there was Derek — his usual scowl on his face while being dressed in his usual tank top and jeans despite it being late.

He gave a small huff and moved his broad frame out of the way to let you in. “Hurry up.” He grumbled out as you shuffled past him. You plopped yourself down onto the sofa and began to set up as the werewolf watched from the distance.

“So, how have things been?”

You asked with a smile, gesturing for him to sit as you wanted to paint him. The two of you were surrounded by some finished or half finished paintings of yours currently. Derek rolled his eyes and plopped himself down onto the seat infront of you, already taking his shirt off to pose.

“Annoying. Training Scott to control his stupid powers and dealing with Stiles is just.. god. How does his dad even deal with him.” Derek muttered in slight annoyance towards the boys, sitting back in the seat as he watched you grab some paint.

You nodded, understanding his frustrations as you began to paint on the canvas, using abstract colours to capture Derek’s body. You’d painted him multiple times. He didn’t seem to even mind it anymore.

As you were painting, you looked around his loft, noticing your artwork on his walls, leaning against furniture or just… there. It was nice. Derek always let you dump your art at his loft after a stressful day from university, or let you use him as subject for your art when you had an assignment due.

“Looking as happy and handsome as ever Derek.” You smiled at him, he didn’t smile back. But his lips upturned slightly. The two of were kind of a thing, but also not. Derek was still traumatised from everything that happened with Kate, that he wasn’t in a good space to date. Plus it’s Derek freaking Hale. Does this man ever date or show interest in anyone?

“I know.” He replied sassily with a blank face, typical. But his cheeks had been tinted slightly red. That made you smile.

After a few hours of painting and Derek grumbling to himself, you finished the painting — finally. Derek stared at the abstractly coloured piece of his torso and face, giving a small smile. He pressed the quickest, and probably most awkward kiss to your head before going to hang it up on the wall.

You gave a small grin at his slightly proud looking scowl, whatever you’d call it.

“I like your art.” Derek muttered, which you could only retort back with an “oh I know.” Which made Derek roll his eyes.

“Thanks for letting me use your loft as a dump for my art.”

You smiled at Derek as you glanced around once more, he opened his mouth to reply but then you gasped at the time on your watch. “Shit! It’s so late! I got a few lectures in the morning too.” You groaned in annoyance, wondering how the hell you’ll get enough sleep.

Derek gave you a small look, rolling his eyes. “You know you can stay here, right.” He huffed softly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to his room.

“Oh right. You still have some spare clothes of mine?” You asked, which Derek replied with a soft grunt. Once sorted in your old pyjamas, the two of you managed to fall asleep. The small pillow that had been previously wedged between you two, now gone as the night got colder, and you two seeked warmth from eachother.

Despite you being half asleep, Derek was currently wide awake, looking like he was practicing his death glare at your wall. He had tried to sleep, sure. But the sensation of your head on his back sent his wolf senses on overdrive. He never let anyone do this, always uncomfortable with touch. Even if it was small.

So why was he letting you?

He huffed out a growl under his breath, staying quiet in an attempt not to wake you up. He was frustrated. I mean— Derek Hale was always frustrated. But more so now. “God.. this is so stupid.” He muttered huskily to himself as he basically burned a hole through your wall with his laser-like stare.

He hadn’t felt like this in ages. Not since Kate, not since.. Paige. Those memories stung. All reminders of his past, shitty love life. Love never worked out for Derek, I’m pretty sure that was obvious with his brooding attitude. He wanted it to work, kinda? Maybe it would be nice to have someone. He’d seen the way how Scott and Allison were sickly in love, how they always kinda.. fit. They were basically each others person. Hell, Allison was Scott’s anchor during the full moon and shifting.

Derek’s anchor was anger, it had always been that way since Kate had messed him up. Messed his life up, messed his family up. He attached himself to that anger to either rile himself up, or anchor himself. It had never really been a person.

You suddenly snapped him out of his so called trance when your hand subconsciously came around, sliding over the skin of his waist and curling around his torso. Basically spooning him. It looked slightly ridiculous, but if it was comfortable then who cares.

Derek froze, breathing out a puff of air as his body adjusted to the not so familiar sensation of being held essentially. Your hands were cold, a nice contrast to his always warm skin. Your arm wrapped tightly around him. Derek slowly moved so he was now laid, spread out in your bed on his back. He’d moved your head to the pillow. Yet you grumbled in a half asleep protest, plopping your head right on the side of his chest. Making yourself extra comfortable.

For the first time in years, Derek felt.. nervous. He never felt nervous. But now he was? He was so confused, he shouldn’t be nervous about you, or around you, or anything! But why did he feel like he was about to throw up a heap of butterflies.

He hadn’t felt this way since Paige.

He’d buried these feelings, his wolf hiding them deep within his mind. Forgotten. But those feelings had suddenly been dug up and zapped back to life with one simple touch of your hand.

His arm was outstretched on the bed, slowly sneaking over and curling around your shoulders to bring you just a smidge closer to him. As if protecting you from spooky ghosts or invisible monsters which weren’t there. His muscular arm holding you tightly against him, shielding you from nothing but the shadows of your room.

“This is so annoying, and confusing..” He growled out, his brows furrowed in a clearly annoyed manner. As always with Derek. He subconsciously traced small patterns against your back and your arm while staring at the ceiling like it killed his whole family.

Derek tore his gaze from the white, patterned ceiling and shot a quick glance at you. Your eyes were closed, so he assumed you were asleep. You looked nice, with the moonlight shining in from the window and onto your face, casting dark shadows that left some of your other features highlighted. Derek’s brows began to un-furrow, yet he kept his annoyed look in his eyes. “Why do I feel this way..” Derek hissed out. He glanced down at your head, tempted to kiss it. He hadn’t kissed someone’s head in that sort of way for years, as mentioned. It felt unnatural and uncomfortable. But…

Derek pressed a slightly rough kiss to your head, it was clear he didn’t know how to do ‘soft’ anymore. It had been a while. He leaned his head back with a sigh. His eyes finally beginning to shut, as a wave of tired-ness washed over him in a big wave — then..

“I’m not asleep, you know.” You suddenly mumbled, a confused look on your face as your cheek was pressed against his chest.

Derek’s eyes flung open in shock.

“What?”

He muttered out in a quiet tone, like a small child after getting yelled at. He couldn’t believe you heard that. “I heard and felt everything, Derek. I wasn’t asleep.” You muttered back in a small voice.

Derek could almost hear the grin in your voice, god. He was done for.

It shocked him, it annoyed him, it angered him. But it was true. You helped him control his shift, and you didn’t even do anything! You just.. stood there with your stupidly shy expression, looking at him like he’d just threatened to eat your whole family.

Derek grumbled in annoyance as he paced back and forth in his loft, thinking about the next full moon. Which waaass… tonight. He was already feeling the effects of it on his wolf. On him. He was more restless, more grouchy (if Derek Hale could even be more grouchy). He had called you — he needed to tell you, and he needed you to anchor him back to reality.

It was almost time for the full moon to rise and Derek was getting more angsty. He felt like an annoyed teenager, just sitting and waiting.. waiting.. and waiting even more. Until there was a sharp knock and he basically sprang out of his seat.

“Come in.” He ordered loudly before the slightly rusty sliding doors slid open and revealed you standing there. A puzzled look on your face, but also a kind look that you reserved for your friends. Especially Derek.

“Hey, Derek.” You mumbled in your typical quiet tone, your face giving way to a shy smile. Ghosting over the puzzled expression. Derek only advanced forward, his usual stoic facade broken with an annoyed look.

“Look, i called you over for a reason.” Derek said, watching as your face twisted into a more puzzled look, as Derek rarely invited you over. You stared up at him, sitting down on his slightly creaky sofa.

Derek gave a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face as he slowly sat down next to you. He didn’t know how to say it — he hated being vulnerable.

“Look..” he grumbled, finally using his words properly. “You’re my anchor. My wolf finds comfort in you which stops my shift, so i need you to help me stop my shift. Tonight.”

You just.. stared. And he stared back, he was serious. Fully serious. You finally blinked for a moment before speaking. “Are.. are you serious? Me?”

Derek ran a hand through his slightly spiked up, dark jet black hair in frustration. “Yes. You. I don’t know why.” He mumbled. Maybe it was the shyness, or the fact you didn’t push for conversation. Or just something like that. Ugh! It was so frustrating.

Derek suddenly grunted, his claws coming out as the full moon captured Derek’s attention. You had never been anybody’s emotional or physical anchor before, let alone one for a powerful supernatural creature. “How do I do this?” You began to panic as you see the full moons affect on Derek’s form.

Derek gave a small growl, his thick brows furrowed his annoyance as he began to shift. “God dammit. Just do something!”

“Anythi—!” Derek hissed.

But he was cut off mid word, as you had kissed him. You didn’t know how to bring his human side back other than a kiss. Because typically, people come back to reality after being kissed unexpectedly. Which is exactly what had happened to Derek.

Your lips were on his for approximately 3 seconds before he pulled away, eyes wide and sharp looking. He didn’t look grossed out.. no. More just grumpy and confused. “Why the hell did you kiss me.” He grumbled out.

“It worked, didn’t it?” You retorted back quietly, still shy about the fact you had just kissed THE Derek Hale after he told you that you were his human anchor.

Derek stared in shock, only one person talked to him like that — Stiles. And Stiles was usually threatened after. But Derek didn’t feel like threatening you, so he just blinked at you before opening his mouth and speaking.

“I guess it did.” He grumbled. “Just.. maybe warn me next time.” He huffed in annoyance, not knowing how to feel. He hadn’t been kissed in ages.

You gave have a shy smile and a quick nod in return.

“Call you what?” You teased, trying to get under his nerves. You knew what you were doing. “Sourwolf?” A snicker came from your mouth as you stood up, wandering to the kitchen to put away the bandages you had just used to patch up Derek’s torso.

Derek didn’t argue back for once, he just glared daggers into the back of your head. He was too weak to argue, too tired. Usually he would have been growling by now, but no. He was just slumped in the chair you had shoved him in, grumbling to himself.

He slowly began to get up, his body shaking slightly in protest, he was still too weak. You turned your head just at the right time to see him standing, or attempting to stand up. He looked like a deer trying to walk for the first time. “Woah, big guy! Take it easy!” You hurried over to wrap his large arm around your shoulders, and your arm went gently around his waist, trying not to press onto any of his injuries.

“I can walk fine.” He growled, trying to stumble away which only caused him to fall to the ground like a bag of rocks. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. Seeing the alpha — the big bad, scary alpha everyone in Scott’s pack is scared of, on the floor after slipping was funny. You couldn’t help it!

After a small fit of giggles from you, and a loud — annoyed growl from Derek — you helped him up. Grunting as you wrapped your arm around him again.

“God you’re massive.” You grumbled in annoyance as his tall, muscled stature leaned against you. He only huffed, letting himself be led up the stairs slowly, a stair at a time.

Once the two of you reached the top of the stairs, he glanced around. “Where’s your room?” He mumbled in a husky tone that he usually reserved for more vulnerable moments. You shot him a glance and gently guided him to the left, walking down the hall with him still leaning on you. You gently kicked open the door to reveal your room.

It was an average room — a vanity with figures and some make up, some different band posters, a double bed in the corner which Derek was basically drooling over. He made a beeline to the bed despite his injuries. Grunting as he just flopped down onto the cozy sheets you had just cleaned.

You grumbled in annoyance.

“I’m guessing with that attitude, you’re staying the night. In my bed.” You couldn’t help but narrow your eyes. He did look pretty good, spread out on your bed in nothing but his dirty jeans— no! He didn’t! He totally didn’t!

You blinked away the thought, huffing quietly as you wandered over towards your bed, watching him not move over.

“Move, Hale. I need sleep too.” You grumbled, which Derek rolled his eyes at sassily, but complied. Rolling over so his back was facing you when you lied down.

After lying down, you let out a small sigh at the night you’ve had. Derek coming over, rather forcefully. And now he was in your bed. Your bed! You rolled your eyes, subtly leaning your head against his back.

Derek stiffened but he didn’t growl at you to get off, like he would do to Stiles or Scott. He just laid there wirh his back to you. His eyes shut and his breathing slowly evening out.

“Goodnight Derek.” A soft whisper came from your mouth as you fully laid your head on his back, scooting closer for the warmth of his body. Perks of being a werewolf for Derek.

“Night.” He mumbled gruffly, leaning back against you slightly

He always made sure to watch out for you, knew how you acted and could tell how you felt just by your body language and your posture. He kept an eye out for you always.

You were always shy and soft spoken, but once you moved to Beacon Hills a few years ago, it was like your social skills plummeted into the dirt. You got anxious whenever you had to talk to someone, specifically Stiles. He was actually the most intimidating to try and talk to — the constant chatter, questions, pestering. Derek fully saw why you preferred to keep to yourself, he understood you.

Currently, the both of you were at a pack meeting, discussing the latest news about the Kanima, and the suspects. Stiles was yabbering on about the stupid bestiary, and potential suspects from their school who have been acting weird. Lydia looked done with the talking, like she would rather be any other place than here — which was true. Scott was next to Allison, holding the hunters hand as they listened with focused faces. Jackson wasn’t there, some lacrosse injury excuse. And Derek was standing in the doorway of the lounge, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His Henley shirt partially unbuttoned as usual, with his leather jacket on too.

He had a furrowed brow — when does he not? And a scowl which he said was his ‘focused expression’ yet it was just an excuse to scowl at the people he found annoying in the meetings.

And you were sat on the couch by yourself, since Stiles was originally next to you but was currently in the middle standing up, waving his hands wildly with random gestures as he spoke about suspects.

You sat there, fidgeting with the sleeve of your hand-me-down zip up hoodie, watching as Stiles whirled around. You felt a sudden glooming presence next to you — and you were met with the scent of leather.

Derek.

You glanced over at him to find his sharp green eyes already glaring right back at you. It wasn’t his usual aggressive glare, no. It was one filled with understanding and maybe even a little bit of empathy? If Derek even knew what that emotion was..

“Hi Derek.” You mumbled towards the male werewolf, his posture stiff and tense as if he hadn’t expected your soft tone. Nobody spoke to him like that — it was always sarcastic remarks or something other that.. soft.

“Hey.” He replied back in a gruff tone, his thick brows furrowed as he scuttled slightly closer, almost protecting you from the looks of the pack.

You gave a small smile, not noticing Stiles’s cheeky grin. You rested your head against his broad, leather bound shoulder. Leaning on him. You felt safe with Derek — You didn’t have to talk to fill the silence, he didn’t either. You two were just in your own little world.

LATER

Derek had offered to drive you home in his flashy, black Camaro after the pack meeting. The meeting had ended with nobody coming to a conclusion about who the suspected Kanima was, as the entire time was spent by Stiles just yabbering and waffling about new leads he had heard from snooping in on his fathers work calls.

“You live around the next block?” Dereks gruff voice broke the comfortable silence. He already knew where you lived but just wanted to double check. You gave a quiet, almost timid nod as per usual.

His Camaro screeched around the sharp turn of the curb before coming to a stop in front of your house. He turned to you with his usual scowl-y, overprotective look. “Sure you’ll get inside okay?” You opened your mouth to give a one word answer but he butted in. “I’ll walk you in.” He insisted broodingly as he got out, slamming the door unintentionally as he strides over to your side, waiting for you to get out of the car.

You quickly scrambled out of the car and he led you to your own door. He paused suddenly as you two reached the door, his body tensing as he turned to look down at you.

“You sure you’ll be alright by yourself?”

He was clearly worried when you just nodded, no words. Only a singular nod — but that’s probably what Derek would’ve done if someone asked him that same question. “Right. I need to go.” He muttered abruptly, with a conflicted look before attempting to give you a side hug — a very awkward side hug.

His muscular arm slinging over your anything but straight shoulders in an unnatural way, the leather of his jacket creaking as he attempted to physically bond. He pulled away, ears red. So were yours, your whole face actually.

He quickly turned around on his heels and basically stormed back to his car, grumbling something about a ‘stupid connection’ and ‘his wolf.’ — Whatever that meant.

You smiled softly to yourself as you let yourself into the house, watching him drive off through the window. You texted him a thank you and plopped down onto your bed, staring at the plain white ceiling.

Maybe someone does actually understand you, the thought brought a smile to your usually timid facial expression.

You finally felt seen, or understood — by ironically the most emotionally stunned person in Beacon Hills.

The Derek Hale.

But on one particularly gloomy night, Derek had been patrolling the reserve as per usual, scouring the shadows with his infamous scowl for any threats that could harm the already immensely supernatural town. It hadn’t been the best day, raining on and off — so it was cold. But he had his leather jacket on, as usual as well.

It was around midnight when Derek had been attacked by something that had sprang out at him in the shadows, he wasn’t sure what — but damn it was fast and most definitely dangerous. He caught glimpse of what seemed to be a rogue werewolf, his senses heightened as he shifted quickly.

After the two went at it for awhile — Biting, clawing, and punching as Derek tried to defend the Beacon Hills woods, the rogue werewolf ran off. Leaving Derek with a large, nasty gash on the side of his stomach, as well as some cuts and wounds across his built body. His nostrils flared as he smelt the scent of his own blood, turning up his nose in annoyance and slight disgust

His large hand grabbed his stomach as he walked through the dense trees, dark clouds looming above before torrential rain began to pour down onto the small town — which absolutely soaked Derek. By this point, the werewolf was pale, gripping his stomach with a small scowl, and completely drenched.

He knew he had no choice, but to find help.

He trekked through the woods for a bit before stumbling out onto a sidewalk somewhere random in Beacon Hills, striding over to the first house he saw and knocking. It felt familiar. Like he had been here before. He shook the feeling off and knocked, his knuckles rapidly knocking on the wood of the door before it opened and revealed —

You. A very tired looking you to be exact — as the loud knocking had just woken you up from a much needed rest.

Derek knew you. You were human, and best friends with Stiles. The two of you had the exact same humour, which made him think you’d be insufferable too. “Great. Just great.” He hissed out with an underlying tone of annoyance. “Of course it’s you.”

You gave Derek an annoyed glare back, before noticing the large hand on his own stomach, with wounds on his body and a slightly bloodied shirt. Your eyes widened at the sight, Derek typically won fights. Not lost. So this was… odd.

“Jeez Sourwolf, what happened to you?” You gave a small snort, sounding just like a familiar buzzcut haired boy. Derek gave a sharp glare and uttered words he never thought he’d need to use, especially to you.

“I need help.”

A beat passed as you registered what exactly he just said. Help? Derek??? Derek never needed help, he was always pushing people away. You contemplated letting him in — on one side, here was this brooding, quiet.. handsome werewolf who for some reason came to your house of help, but on the other side, Derek didn’t like you, he might just be there to start an argument of some sort like he did with Stiles?

But you sighed and stepped aside, rubbing your still sleepy eyes as you felt him pass by you.

Derek stumbled slightly over to the kitchen, more pale looking than before — then began rummaging through the drawers like a mad man.

“What the heck are you looking for??” You grumbled tiredly as he made a ruckus and a mess in the kitchen. Your kitchen. You smacked his hand away when he tried to open another drawer.

He let out a growl, baring his sharp canines as his nails grew to claws instinctively before pausing and remembering it was just you. You couldn’t hurt him — even if you tried, you would lose. He was a werewolf, you were a human. “Bandaids, disinfectant. Anything!” He kept searching grumpily.

You opened a small cupboard and gestured for him to sit at the table. After a few minutes of actually trying to persuade Derek to sit, he did. “What happened?” You asked in a groggy tone as you waited for him to lift his shirt so you could disinfect the wound.

Derek gave a sigh once he realised what you were waiting for, sulking like a kid as he peeled his drenched shirt off of his body. “Roaming the preserve then got attacked out of nowhere.”

Your eyes didn’t immediately go to his pecs, or his stupid abs like most did. They went to the large, claw mark shaped gash in the side of his stomach. It looked pretty bad that even you winced. Derek huffed. “Bad, huh.” He ran a hand through his soaked, shiny black hair.

It took a moment for you to reply, before you blurted out— “Yeah, real bad.” Which did not help his case. He just stared with a blank look that basically said ‘seriously?’ You gave a small eye roll at the attitude from the man before beginning to disinfect the wound.

Derek hissed as the alcohol touched his bare, wounded skin. “Agh! Careful.” He bared his fangs once more, a reminder of his supernatural capabilities. You held your hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry!— Sorry. Jeez. No need to go all wolfie on me.” You chuckled lightly at the joke, but stopped at the sharp glare you received.

Derek uttered something about you and Stiles being similar as you finished up disinfecting, and moved onto bandaging up his stomach. Wrapping the white fabric used for covering wounds around his tanned waist.

Halfway through that process, Derek began to speak up. “Thank you. Most people wouldn’t get up at midnight to answer the door, let alone help like this.” He spoke quietly, as he never really thanked people. It was new.

You couldn’t help but pause the bandaging, looking up at him with a smile. “So Derek Hale can be nice? I’ll save that information for later.” You replied with a grin, still slightly tired but it was fading away as you patched him up.

Derek gave a quiet grumble, it was almost inaudible. He was the king of sulking — but this time, he actually didn’t sulk all too much. “Shut up.” He gave a pissy huff, before sighing. “Whatever. Thank you still.”

You smiled softly, finishing up the bandages around his body and waist.

“No problem, Sourwolf.”

He had always been like that though, ever since you were little. But recently you’d gotten to the age where you were interested in relationships, so when you started Beacon Hills High school after moving back into town with Derek, you had started to become interested in boys. Specifically interested in one buzzcut haired boy in particular.

Stiles Stilinski.

The two of you had been partnered for a chemistry project, and you had started to harbour feelings for him during the time you two spent together. He was sarcastic, and funny. And your personalities just aligned. One random Tuesday after school, he confessed with some stupid, cheesy pick up line and you two were now dating. It was great to have a boyfriend. He would drive you places in his mostly broken down jeep, let you stay over and have movie nights, buy you flowers and gifts, make you playlists and all the typical boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.

You two had to keep it a secret though, as your older brother Derek wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of the loud-mouthed teen, and would probably “rip Stiles’s throat out with his teeth” if he had found out — as Derek always says.

—

So one day the two of you were together at library, Stiles was scouring the shelves for a book on the supernatural, as if he didn’t have a million sitting on his desk at home already. You were following him idly, watching his face light up whenever he found a good book.

Derek was supposed to pick you up five minutes ago, but he was probably at the preserve instead of driving over, but hey — you could spend more time with your cute boyfriend so it was a win.

Stiles whipped around with a grin on his face, holding up a book that had the title “Lycanthropy.” He looked over the moon for someone holding a book just about werewolves. “Baby! Look what I found! This’ll help the pack sooooo much.”

You gave a chuckle, stepping just a smidge closer. You could tell he loved the supernatural despite only being a human. “It will. Proud of ya’.” You replied, snaking an arm around his neck, then the other arm.

He began to give one of his goofy smirks, the ones that made him look mischievous — like he was up to something. He put the book back on the shelf for later before his clumsy hands made their way to hold your waist, drumming his fingers on the fabric of your shirt.

He was about to lean in for a kiss when you both suddenly felt an extremely brooding presence behind you two. When suddenly, a large hand with an iron like grip slammed onto Stiles’s less than broad shoulder, whipping him around.

Stiles let out a yelp, which was shushed by a nearby librarian. His arms flailed in the air in a panic before managing to stand still. He blinked before properly zoning in on what had grabbed him. And he was suddenly face to face with Derek Hale — his girlfriend’s brooding, very grumpy older brother. And boy, he did not look happy.

“What is going on here?” Derek hissed out in his typical gruff tone, his hands moving to grip the front of Stiles’s stupidly loose flannel shirt that covered a Star Wars tee. His fist clenching around the fabric. Stiles gulped and his mouth formed a nervous grin while you basically just watched from behind Stiles, an annoyed expression on your face at the interruption. “Uhh.. nothin’! Just a friendly, good ole’ hug with my frie—“

Derek cut him off before he could even finish. “You were about to kiss my sister.” His nose scrunched up in slight disgust, as if the mere thought of Stiles being with his sister — or his sister being in any sort of relationship grossed him out. Well, cause it did. He still thought of her as a little kid who he needed to protect. He was just nervous about her getting hurt or heartbroken in a relationship, but Derek wouldn’t admit that, even in a life or death situation. “You better not be dating my god damn sister, Stilinski.” He practically hissed again.

You grumbled, butting into the conversation as you stepped out from behind Stiles. Giving your brother an unimpressed look. “Can you stop being so brooding for once? I’m allowed to date, Derek.” You huffed out, defending your boyfriend — who currently looked like he was shitting bricks by the way Derek was man-handling him in the middle of the damn library.

Derek gave a grumble and a small glare, like a kid being caught doing something they shouldn’t, but eventually listened, shoving Stiles lightly away from him. Stiles stumbled against the bookshelf and grabbed his werewolf book, clutching it tightly. Derek turned to you with a sharp eye. “Why him? Out of everyone, you chose the most loud-mouthed, sarcastic boy there was. Great picking” His sarcasm was evident, but he didn’t push further. He knew better than to argue with you when you were fired up.

You gave an annoyed eye roll and stood by your boyfriend. “Because I like him? Idiot.” Derek gave an eye roll back, and once you went back at looking at some books after giving Derek an earful about how he should be less protective, and how you can make decisions for yourself, he grabbed Stiles again, whispering to him face to face.

“Stilinski, I swear to whatever is up there. If you hurt my little sister, I’ll rip your throat out — with my teeth.” He gave a huff, displaying his sharp, fanged canines to a very intimidated Stiles before backing off. Giving Stiles one of his infamous glares, his thick brows furrowed in annoyance at the boy, and slightly at his sister.

Stiles raised his hands in mock surrender and gave a grin, despite him being slightly or rather very intimidated by your brother. “Got it captain.” He winked, earning himself another glare from the man.

Derek turned around, shooting a glare at anyone who dared to look.

Stiles was a panicked mess, more so than usual. He was standing in his mirror trying to decide between a blue and yellow plaid shirt over his white top, or a red and white plaid shirt over his white top. Such decisions. He decided on the red and white. Stiles had also brushed his teeth 3 times today in the span on a few hours, and regularly kept spraying his cheap cologne on him that his dad had bought for him on Christmas a few months back.

He checked himself in the full length mirror again, making sure he hadn’t spilled anything on him while eating — thankfully he hadn’t.

“Phew..” The human boy mumbled in relief. He really did not want to make a bad first impression in front of you of all people.

He grabbed the keys to his basically century old looking baby blue Jeep, that was quite literally breaking down despite the ‘handy’ duct tape he had used to patch everything together. He jogged outside and sat inside the car, the car creaking under his weight. But that didn’t bother him — and he was on his way to your house.

It was about a quick 5 minute drive before he pulled into your driveway, swinging the door open. You were currently in your room, getting ready with a slightly bad mood. You didn’t exactly wanna go hang out with Stiles, everyone knew how loud-mouthed and annoying he could be. But he had persisted. So there you were, putting in your favourite earrings until you heard the doorbell ring.

“Coming!!”

You called out, grabbing your essentials and jogging to the door, opening it and being met with the widest, almost frightening grin from Stiles. It almost made you recoil in slight shock.

He softened his grin to a more cheeky one and held out his arm, trying to be charming. “Well, shall we go m’lady? The movies await our arrival!” He boasted in his happy-go-lucky tone as always.

You gave a small eye roll but couldn’t help cracking a small smile at his goofy-ness. It was a little charming in a way, only a little. You couldn’t fall for the sarcastic guy. He led you to the car, opening the door for you like a gentleman before running to the other side, almost tripping over his clumsy feet.

The two of you had arrived at the movies after 20 minutes, the car had been filled with some light chatter but nothing much. He led you into the movies, looking up at the selection of films they were screening. You glanced around, admiring the retro theme of the movie theatre. The bold lights and smell of popcorn, it was nice. And before you knew it, Stiles was dragging you off to get popcorn and tickets.

Stiles bought tickets for a new Saw film that had came out, he was going with the scary movie tactic. Maybe you would cling onto him during the scary bits — he hoped. He bought a large popcorn for you two to share and two large Pepsi slushies. He flashed you a grin.

“Pepsi’s always better.”

He winked before handing over the Pepsi to you. All you did elbow him softly, in a slightly teasing manner. The two of you found your seats, in the back middle row. Best seats in the house, or so Stiles called it. You weren’t really listening to his rambling, which he noticed and quickly shut up.

“So.. you like horror movies?” He asked with a brown, bushy brow raised. You gave him a nod. “Yeah, I do.” Humming softly as you gave him your answer.

He gave a short nod with a smile.

- After the movie -

That went.. well, for you. Not so much for Stiles.

Stiles had been clutching onto your arm for the past hour. Usually he was good with horror, it was one of his favourite genres for Christ sake! But this movie was next level. Yet you didn’t even seem bothered!

“Jeez.. do you have an iron stomach??”

He basically whimpered out, his face practically nuzzled into your shoulder. You gave a small chuckle, patting the arm that was clutching your own. “C’mon! I thought you were good with horror. That’s what you told me at least.” You teased him lightly, which just made him grumble in annoyance and sit back up.

“Whatever.” He huffed and helped you up as the credits rolled, leading you out of the cinema with a grumpy expression on his pale, mole covered face. He glanced back at you, admiring the way your hair flowed past your shoulders, admiring your fashion style and your baggy jeans. He shook his head before stopping outside of the cinema.

“Well, your dad’s picking you up, right?”

He gave a small, anxious smile that was a textbook Stiles Stilinski look. He wanted to make sure you got home okay. You gave a soft nod, slowly softening up to him and the idea of hanging out with him.

“Yeah, he’ll be here any minute.” You muttered quietly, fiddling with the bracelets and bangles around your wrists. Your face suddenly heating up as you realised he was just.. staring.

“Uhh.. Stiles?” You snapped your fingers in front of his amber eyes a few times before he snapped back to reality. “Sorry— you’re just so gorgeous. Uh! I mean— well not that I mean you aren’t because you’re very gorgeous but uhm I—“

He rambled on and on, until he heard you chuckle which caused his pale face to flush red. “Sorry… I do that sometimes.”

You gave a smile, okay so yeah Stiles could be kinda cute.. with the whole rambling thing. And he did call you gorgeous. You didn’t know this sarcastic boy could actually be sweet.

“Well, thank you Stiles. I actually kinda enjoyed the hang out, despite the fact you lied about being good with horror.” You joked, beginning to warm up to him. He just nudged you and gave a sassy eye roll. That was so Stiles of him.

You noticed your dad pull up in the car park, and knew you had to go. “Well, that’s me.” You hummed, glancing at him. It seemed like he was expecting a kiss on the cheek, slightly hinting at that as he was tilting his cheek towards you. You rolled your eyes, kissing your fingers then pressing it to his cheek. “That’s all you get currently. See you at school.”

As you began to walk off, Stiles’s face had broken out into a wide, toothy grin. Grabbing his cheek as if it was sacred now, when all you did was transfer a kiss from your fingers to his cheek.

“Miss you already!” He called out after you like an idiot, but he was too far gone to even care or realise.

You just rolled your eyes and smiled softly despite the fact he couldn’t see it.

Mr Harris was known for picking on the two boys, yet let Scott go and made Stiles stay for detention after school. Mr Harris was almost as sarcastic as Stiles, making him slightly unliked by students. Mr Harris also liked to pick on you, and had made you come after school for a detention on the same day.

You weren’t the… best student. Well, not in his class at least. You just didn’t get Chemistry, all the chemicals and symbols confused you so you just didn’t pay attention in his class. He had noticed this and started picking you to answer questions, which, surprise — you got them wrong. That was the reason you had detention today. You didn’t know Stiles would be there though.

You strolled into the room wearing your usual pair of jeans and fitted top that matched your shoes. As soon as you walked in, your eyes caught Stiles’s amber ones and he groaned in annoyance. Stiles protested to Mr Harris, who was sat up front behind his desk.

“Mr Harris you didn’t tell me she would be here!” He whined in annoyance, saying it like it was the most horrible thing ever to happen to him. Like he had been told he was being executed or something. Mr Harris simply rolled his eyes.

“Maybe, Stiles, if you put more effort into listening in class instead of talking to Scott, you wouldn’t be here with her.” He replied with his usual straight face and slight sarcasm. Usual Mr Harris. “Take a seat.” He said to you in his blunt manner. Which made you huff and plonk down right next to Stiles, who was muttering in annoyance to himself.

Mr Harris glanced at the two of them. “Right, you two have an hour and a half to kill. I need to check on something.” He muttered, oddly grabbing his briefcase and stepping out of the room. Leaving you two inside.

You and Stiles didn’t exactly get along. You didn’t believe in the whole supernatural thing, while Stiles was all for it. You didn’t like his personality and attitude, he didn’t like your personality and attitude. You didn’t like his style, he didn’t like your style. Despite having the same friend group, the two of you had a mutual dislike for each other.

“Why am I even here? I should be out helping Scott with the stupid Kanima.” Stiles muttered in annoyance, mentioning the most recent supernatural creature to terrorise Beacon Hills. You scoffed, finding his statement ridiculous. “You’re here because you can’t stop talking to your little boyfriend.” Stiles and Scott weren’t together, you just said that because of how damn close the two were.

Stiles let out an offended scoff, finally turning to face you. His face scrunched up which made him look like a dog that tries to look big and scary but really isn’t. He was kinda cute in an annoying, nerdy, stupid way.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you out of all people. And for two hours!” He rolled his eyes, but then suddenly, all the lights in the school building went out and you heard something lock. It was only 6 pm, which you read on your watch, but it was supposed to be getting dark soon. Stiles pausing his annoyed rambling, confusion taking over his facial features.

“Did you hear that?” You asked, raising a brow at the boy. Asking if he heard a door locking. Stiles nodded, confirming your suspicions. He slowly rose from his chair, stepping out by the door and peeking out, the hallway was dark. Seems Mr Harris had just got up and left. Maybe he forgot about them in the span of five minutes. Stiles glanced back at you. “Nobody’s here. Maybe they locked us in.”

You sprang up, confusion riddling your features. “What? No way.” You huffed and peeked your own head out. Nobody in sight. You grumbled and walked down the hall towards the front double doors of the school and pushed. It wouldn’t budge.

You were locked in school with the guy you despised.

You gave an annoyed whine, plonking down on the slightly dirty floor of the school and huffing in frustration. Stiles slowly and awkwardly strolled over, sliding down next to you. Tucking his knees to his chest as he gave you a sideways glance. “I can’t believe this happened.” He muttered, which you just nodded in agreement.

He nudged you, rolling his eyes. “Speak, I don’t bite,” He said then gave a small, cheeky grin that you’d never seen directed towards you. “Unless you want me to.” He snickered, giggling at his own joke.

You raised a brow at his sudden playful attitude but, then again, it was Stiles. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “Seriously, you’re cracking jokes while we’re stuck in the school.” You rolled your eyes, and he just grinned. “Why are you so.. nice now? Usually you’re a sarcastic dickhead.”

Stiles shrugged his less than broad shoulders. “I mean, might as well make up. We’ll be here for hours. This is gonna suuuccckkk.”

He had a point. Nobody would probably realise that you two were locked in after a detention. You sighed, taking it in that you would be stuck here with him. Your head naturally dipped onto his shoulder, your cheek pressed against the fabric of his plaid flannel shirt.

Stiles’s eyes widened, no girls ever showed interest in him. He was considered one of the least popular and handsome boys. So this was a first. He began to try and suppress a goofy grin but he couldn’t. His face lighting up as he rested his head on top of yours.

“Maybe this won’t suck…”

During one of Scott’s so called ‘amazing’ ideas to try and bond with the pack members, he decided to plan a pack trip. Not a cool holiday, no. Scott planned a hiking trail. A freaking hike for them to do. And let’s just say Stiles was less than stellar about the idea. It seemed the new werewolf, Scott, was too busy figuring out his awesome new powers and trying to get into Allison’s pants rather than remembering about his best friends horrible asthma and rather not so great athleticism, as seen on the lacrosse field.

So, there they were. A bunch of high schoolers with 12kg hiking packs on, stuck in the middle of the muddy, rainy and wet woods as Scott wasn’t the best with orientation, despite being a werewolf. Albeit, a new one.

They’d been walking for 9 hours straight, they had supposed to be walking for 6, but Scott mucked it up. They’d walked 13 kilometres instead of the estimated 8 kilometres. And now they were stuck in the woods, no campsite on site. And the buzzcut haired boy was not happy.

He could’ve been snuggled in bed eating curly fries and watching Star Wars! But no, he was stuck in the darn forest.

Lydia was off whining to an annoyed Jackson who had been dragged along by Lydia. Scott was trying to see the map despite the sun starting to go down, not knowing what direction it was supposed to be held in while Allison tried to help him. They were all clueless. Derek had not come, as he was too busy brooding probably. Plus he wasn’t apart of the pack. You were off to the side, keeping to yourself. You wished you stayed at home with your grumpy ass brother. And Stiles was *grumpy.* Constantly making sarcastic comments and remarks.

He had slipped over in the mud one too many times and couldn’t wait to get into his damn sleeping bag, the poor boy.

It was almost 6 pm, and the sun was going down, the sunlight shining between the trees. The pack kept walking, using Scott’s clueless directions. You and Stiles were up the back, silently walking side by side but sharing an equal hatred for Scott at the moment.

You were Derek Hale’s little sister. The resident sourwolf of Beacon Hills, or so Stiles called him. You were a lot like your brother. Quiet, sarcastic, yet less brooding which Stiles enjoyed. He was a little scared of Derek, so he was glad you weren’t as terrifying.

“You doin’ okay?” You asked the boy next to you, as he sounded like he was on deaths door. Stiles played lacrosse, sure. But coach usually made him a bench warmer. He’d never… actually played in a lacrosse game before.

“Yeah.. yeah. Doing as good as I can be for being stuck in the middle of the damn forest.” Was all Stiles grumbled out. He was angry, hungry, sweaty and his legs ached.

The pack made it to a clearing, and Scott paused, shrugging his heavy hiking bag off. “Guys, looks like we gotta camp here,” He mumbled out in embarrassment. “Guess I’m not the best guide when it comes to hiking.” He gave a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood which earned an annoyed groan from everyone. Especially Stiles and Lydia.

It was decided that Scott and Allison would share a tent, Lydia and Jackson would share. And you and Stiles would share a tent. Which after an hour of frustrated remarks and grumbles from Stiles, the tent was up.

You sighed in relief as you dropped your bag to the muddy floor, the weight finally being taken off your shoulders. You watched Stiles slip his muddy shoes off and clamber clumsily into the two person tent they were made to share. You slipped your own shoes off and climbed inside, tying up your shiny black hair into a bun as you set up your sleeping bag and mat.

Stiles eyed you when you set up your mat and sleeping bag, before he set up his own next to you. “God, I want to suffocate Scott’s little werewolf ass with as much wolfsbane as I can find.” Stiles grumbled as he laid down.

You chuckled at Stiles’ comment. He was sorta creative with his remarks. “Yeah.. me too. Can’t believe he dragged us into this mess.” You mumbled as you rummaged through your large hiking bag, looking for something in specific.

“Whatcha looking for?” The buzzcut haired boy sat up, peeking over your shoulder with a curious gaze.

You glanced back and held up two chocolate bars, giving him a small grin. Which he gave a goofy grin back, snatching one of the chocolate bars in your hand and quickly unwrapping it. Taking a bite and groaning in relief. “Thank god for you, Hale. You’re a lifesaver.” He mumbled thankfully. You just gave him a small wink and laid down shoulder to shoulder with him.

The two of you could hear Jackson and Lydia arguing about the tent they were making, Allison and Scott had probably already made theirs. It was just you and Stiles, next to each other, eating chocolate bars to wash away their misery from the hike.

As the time passed, it began to get colder within the dark forest. The tents became colder, forcing the others to huddle up with their tent buddy. Stiles, being not so great with the cold, was shivering despite wearing pants, a hoodie and a beanie while being in his sleeping bag. Stupid Stilinski.

He shivered, looking up at you like a puppy begging for a treat. “Hey— do ya’ think you could share some of your body heat? Don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m freezing my ass off over here.” He joked despite his teeth chattering. He was clearly being a bit dramatic, this boy had never hiked a single day in his life.

“Yeah.. fine.” You sighed, in slight annoyance as you were just getting comfy. But now you had to share your sleeping bag with the lanky boy. “Just behave.” You rolled your eyes at your own statement.

Stiles grinned, it was one of those stupid goofy grins he usually got when excited. “Yes ma’am.” He joked, quickly sliding out of his sleeping bag, and into yours. You internally groaned in annoyance at his sudden found excitement. Stiles took it upon himself to not only take up most of the space in your sleeping bag, but to obnoxiously snuggle the side of his face into your chest, getting cozy, or so he called it.

He grinned happily again, his cheek smushed against your shirt and collarbone area. A wave of tiredness hit him suddenly after the day of walking caught up to him. You noticed this, and putting a gentle hand on his back seemed to calm him further. His arms wrapping around you as if you were a giant teddy bear he’d won at a carnival.

“G’night… Hale..” He blubbered out in infamous Stiles fashion, calling you by your last name as per usual. It felt different though, more… affectionate? You smiled, giving a small, tired sigh as you rubbed his back softly.