Theme: Possessive jealousy (does that count?) And I hope that the block goes away!
Derek had never been particularly jealous. Even as a little kid.
When he was younger and he saw his mother giving one of his sister's more attention or more hugs and kisses, he would just quietly wait his turn. He always got some cuddles anyway, so he never saw the point in throwing tantrums like his other siblings.
He was always willing to share his toys and his snacks and his picture books with the other kids in school, as long as they were nice. And he had never gone through the ‘mine’ phase that so many other children had.
Even when his mother got him a puppy for his birthday that ended up liking Cora more than him, Derek didn't get upset. He had just shrugged and come to the conclusion that maybe Cora was a better fit for the dog, after all, he was more of a cat person.
All the way up through high school, Derek never had any bouts with jealousy. Not even when his winter formal date cancelled last minute to go with someone else. He had just wished them the best and gone to the dance by himself.
Jealousy had never been one of his vices. That is, until he started dating Stiles.
He wasn't exactly sure if it was jealousy or possessiveness but a fierce wave of fury pulsed through him anytime someone's eyes lingered on Stiles. It was irrational and stupid, he knew, but he still wanted to claw their faces off.
He tried to hide it from Stiles. Tried to hide the way he wanted to growl and grumble when Stiles told him about his lab partner or his new friends that were taking up all his time.
Their relationship was still so new and Derek didn't want to ruin it with a little bit of unfounded jealousy. But this was just too much and Derek doubted he could control himself for much longer.
To celebrate the end of finals, Erica had insisted the whole pack go out for drinks at a local nightclub, despite the fact that more than half of them were too young to drink. Not that alcohol would actually have an effect on most of them.
Nonetheless, they had gone to the club. Which, of course, led to them taking to the dance floor.
Derek had demurred when Stiles asked him to dance, claiming the gyrating and grinding taking place on the dance floor was not dancing at all. Stiles had left to dance by himself.
He didn't stay alone long. Some asshole was plastered against his neck, running his hands all over Stiles’ arms and chest.
Derek tried not to get jealous, knowing he could trust Stiles but he didn't trust the other guy. Which is why he set his drink down and prowled over to his boyfriend, tugging him away from the other guy with a pointed growl.
“I was wondering how long you'd make me wait,” Stiles hummed. “Y'know, green looks good on you.”
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