#noctuatim

“Why do you sound surprised? I’m a werwolf,” he replied with the tone that raged what else did you want me to do? “I hope you weren’t expecting a ride back. The next time you’re in my car, it’s going to be in the trunk.” There was a silent threat and promise in his words; Derek crossed his arms before looking around. “Where’s Scott? If this is another ploy for pack bonding, I’m out of here.”

“Do you really think I’m going to wear that?” Kaamir looked at the shirt with blunt disgust displayed across his face. ”Just because it has the word plant?” Plant and Daddy. He rolled his eyes as a scoff left his lips. “You’re an idiot.” The words were sharp, but his eyes shone with obvious affection.

“Dude, where are you? Practice started like an hour ago... are you okay? I swear, I was just kidding about the tattoos after. How soon can you get here? Lydia is pissed and I’m kind of scared at this point. Allison can only keep her occupied for so long. If you’re still sleeping, I’m going over there in ten minutes to-” Scott frowned as the voicemail cut him off, but glanced up as the nearest door opened and nearly bowled over in relief. “Stiles.” Then he actually got a look at the door and glared at his band mate, voice pitching higher as he exclaimed, “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yeah, I can grow better weed than Hoberman, but no, I’m not going to just give you any.” Kaamir shook his head before he grabbed a nearby watering can and set off to fill it. There were easier ways to do this, sure, but he liked getting his hands dirty most of the time. He already had a faint sheen of dust on him, fingernails sporting soil and his clothes full of dirt stains. More than once, before Brakebills, he’d been lauded over for having a green thumb. He still got it occasionally, most of his spells involving his discipline directly being livelier than most. After the can was finally full, he used it to water every plant in the greenhouse, only ignoring the ones that didn’t need any for now. “Same goes for any other crops or mushrooms you’re looking for to get your rocks off.” Kaamir set the watering can off to the side and folded his arms, eyes roaming over the other’s form with indifference before he shrugged. “If you don’t have anything to trade, cash works just as well.”

“You can’t ignore me forever, Stiles.” Regret filled Sam’s chest, knowing for a fact that the other boy probably actually could. He’d been doing it for a solid month now. They were both stubborn though and today the blond was feeling especially annoying. “I don’t like this situation any more than you do, but we’re partners and our project is due at the end of the semester and I need this grade so can we actually work on something?” He’d cornered Stiles after lacrosse practice thanks to the help of Scott, effectively trapping them in the locker room until they sorted out their issues. Not even Coach was in his office, who’d been out the door first to get away from Greenberg. “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore.”

“Don’t fucking move,” he grunts, thudding his forehead briefly against Stiles’. “I’m gonna kill this bitch.”