#notthreebutfour

In the midst of everything, I never planned, never expected, it would be you. Honestly, it frightens me. Because when you said you walk away, I thought for sure that I’d: fall, crumble, break, or tear. All. Over. Again. But it turns out, what my heart wanted to hear wasn’t 3 little words, but 4. “I always come back” you said, and I believe you. So, in the midst of everything, from way out of left field, you gave me everything I never knew I needed. I don’t know what that means, all I know is that you have a home in my broken, splintered heart, that I didn’t even know was possible. You are the impossible made possible for me. Thank you.

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 

 “There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 

 Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 

 DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him --- Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.