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(I haven’t really wrote in such a long time, so sorry if this isn’t good)
Derek has become much more laid back recently. It has been two years since the last attack on Beacon Hills. The only supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills are the ones who live there.
In those two years, Derek managed to actually buy a house. Erica, Boyd and Isaac live in said house. Pack nights, every Friday are spent in the house and pack cuddles are actually a thing!
It took a while for Derek to join in, months of Stiles slowly bringing him into the mass of people that cover the floor in between the sofas and the TV. It started with Derek on the outside, curling up with Isaac first.
Now though, after eight months Derek is in the middle of the floor, Stiles to his left and Lydia to his right. Derek’s arms resting comfortably on their shoulders.
Stiles loves this new side of Derek. He smiles more and actually keeps conversation going. He’s a great alpha, he keeps the fridge and cupboards stocked up with foods that everyone loves. Stiles even found his favourite Gatorade in the fridge.
Stiles love those moments, where he is surrounded by pack. But what Stiles loves more is the quiet nights where it’s just him and Derek.
They started when Stiles admits he hates being on his own every Wednesday because his dad always works the night shift.
Derek offered his house to Stiles, told him to come over. Stiles expected Derek to leave him to watch TV on his own, eating his Funyuns that Derek keeps in his cupboard for him.
Instead, Derek sat next to Stiles and asked him if he would watch The Walking Dead from the beginning because he’s always wanted to watch it.
Now every Wednesday Stiles pulls into the driveway. The pack always seems to disappear on these nights. Stiles asks but Derek shrugs, ears pink as he tells Stiles he has no idea.
When he walks in, he’s always greeted by Derek who he always finds in the kitchen. Derek is a great cook and Stiles loves that he has a meal once a week that he didn’t prepare.
Stiles always brings the snacks for when they sit on the sofa. Derek loves Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.
They eat at the table, each talking about their weeks. It’s so domestic that Stiles always fills up with love for Derek. Once upon a time, Stiles had to force a conversation out of Derek. Now when they sit down, with their plates in front of them, Derek starts talking about his week, always mentioning how Mrs Anderson, who works in the grocery store, tries to set Derek up with her granddaughter. Stiles always snorts out a laugh at that and Derek will blush and ask Stiles how his week is going.
Once dinner is done with, they both curl up on the sofa. Derek always has a grey comforter hanging over the arm because he knows how Stiles likes to be warm and comfortable when he watches TV.
So now, Stiles sits down and flings the comforter over his and Derek’s legs as he settles in. Derek always sits right beside him, their legs pressed firmly against each other.
Stiles would never have realised about Derek if Erica had never told him. But when Erica growled and pushed Stiles up the wall, telling him how if he ever hurts Derek he will be disembowelled, that Stiles fixed up all the pieces of the puzzle.
Derek allowed Stiles into his house every Wednesday, cooks him a meal and then makes sure Stiles is comfortable for when he watches TV. Derek makes the pack disappear every Wednesday so that they could be alone. That Derek wanted to watch a TV show that Stiles is in love with. Even every Friday, Derek makes sure that Stiles is always by him during the pack bonding.
It’s what gives Stiles the courage to pause the current episode they’re watching, making Derek turn toward him with a small frown on his features. “Is everything okay?”
Stiles shakes his head and he watches as Derek’s frown deepens, his worry evident. “What’s wrong?”
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
Derek’s face switches from worried to panicked in under a second before he schools(?) his face. “I don’t-”
“We have a date night Derek.” Stiles points out. “Every Wednesday night, you cook me dinner. I bring you Reeses.”
Derek is still keeping a stoic look on his face.
“Are you seriously going to pretend that this isn’t a date?” Stiles asks and as Derek’s silence prolongs, Stiles shakes his head with a huff. “Forget it then.” He says, pressing play on the remote and turning back to the TV.
They get about five minutes further into the episode before Derek grabs the remote and presses pause.
Stiles looks at him, about to tell him to press play again, as Derek leans in and presses a chaste kiss against his lips, obviously hesitant. When he pulls away it’s Stiles’ turn to frown.
“Don’t just kiss me because you know I want this. I don’t want a pity kiss Derek.”
“It’s not.” Derek says as he sighs and runs his hand through his hair, mussing it up. “I just, I’m not a good person Stiles.”
Stiles sits up, turning his upper body to Derek. “You are. You brought a house, you adopted Isaac so that he’s not put into the system. You keep all our favourite foods in the house. You let me into your house every Wednesday because you know I don’t like to be alone. You helped Boyd see that Erica liked him. You look after us all. You are a good person.” Stiles says honestly.
“Are you sure you want this? Want me?” Derek asks, and his voice is so small that Stiles aches. He aches with the fact that he thinks he’s going to be a burden on Stiles’ life when he’s far from that.
“I want every part of you. Good and bad.” Stiles says, his heart beat keeping steady as he makes sure Derek knows he’s telling the truth. “If you’ll let me.” Stiles adds, because he doesn’t want to pressure Derek when it comes to this. Ever.
Derek answers by leaning in again, this time his lips pressed surely against Stiles’. His hand moving to cup the side of Stiles’ face. They kiss like that, soft and slow, for a few minutes before Stiles pulls away with a grin. “Does that mean this is officially date night?”
“All of them have been date nights, I just didn’t think you would want me back.” Derek admits and damn his ears are turning pink again.
“Well now you know.” Stiles says, his grin still on his face as he leans into Derek’s side. Derek’s arm wraps around him, hand resting on his hip as Stiles hits play.
Derek presses a kiss the top of Stiles’ head and Stiles can’t wait to see Erica win the pool on him and Derek.
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