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The door coses with a heavy thud behind Scott and Isaac. They were the last two to leave pack night. Now only Derek and Stiles are standing in the loft.
Stiles went and grabed the empty take-out containers and threw them into the kitchen bin.
Derek trailed behind him with the used plates and cuttlery. He placed them next to the sink and went back to the living room to pick up the empty glasses.
While Derek was gone, Stiles let water flow into the sink and started washing the plates.
"Don´t you need to go home too?"
It wasn´t late, maybe 10pm, but it was a Tuesday.
"My dad isn´t home", Stiles doubted that he would fall asleep before 2am, no matter what he was doing. So he might as well stay here and help with the clean up.
Derek picked up a towel and began to dry and store away the dishes.
They continued without talking much. Together they finished quickly and went to clean up the living room area.
"Erica forgot her assigment", Derek handet him two papers while he was getting ready to leave the loft.
"I will give them to her tomorrow."
A few days later Stiles was knocking on the door to Dereks Loft once again. This time he came alone.
He went over right after school, on only two hours of sleep and with to little caffein in his blood, but frankly he needed answers now. Not wanting to wait another day.
"What do you want?"
"You could at least pretend to be happy to see me."
Derek didn´t answer only lifting his eyebrow, staring blankly at Stiles and not moveing.
Stiles did not care for continue their conversation infront of the door. So he shoved past Derek to enter the loft.
"So basically the last couple days I did a ton of research into werewolves. right. And I kinda need you to look over it incase it is just a bunch of bullshit", Stiles pulled a couple padges of notes out of his schoolbag and handed them over to Derek. Then he let himself fall onto the couch. Letting his bag fall next to him on the floor.
Derek flicked through the padges, looked at Stiles and sat down at the other end of the couch.
"And?"
"Stiles I am going to need more than a minut if you want me to answer you".
Fine, Stiles could do that. Just sit back and do nothing. Nothing at all.
Derek reached over to grab a pen out of his schoolbag.
Now regreting having finished all his homework already and he had been so proud of himself for completing it early just a few hours ago. His phone was dead as well and he forgot to pack a charger.
Why was there nothing to do at the loft?!
He should change that. Maybe he could bring something the next time he would show up here.
Bouncing his leg, he stayed watching Derek read through his notes. There was nothing eles to do right now.
His eyes fell close listening to Derek slowly cross out some of his notes and writing down new information. Well, this is why you go to an expert instead of weird and sketchy internet sites.
Stiles tryed to open his eyes to ask Derek about it, bt frankly that would take to much effort right now. So he just gave up.
Somehow he ended up laying across the couch. It was much darker outside now than when he first showed up here. Derek wasn´t sitting next to him anymore nd his notes were laying neatly on the coffee table.
Sitting up, he grabed them. Derek wrote down a lot. Just browsing through them he saw a lot was added, some crossed out and corrected.
As soon as he got home he planned to fully read them and conduct further research.
Now that he was more awake, he noticed something being chopped in the kitchen.
Stiles stood up, streched and followed the sound into the kitchen. It smelled excellent. He was hungry.
Derek was cuttig tomatoes on the kitchen countertop.
"Sorry I feel asleep".
"It is fine".
"What are you making?"
"Salad, chicken and cut potato wedges".
"Nice. I will leave you to that then. Again, sorry that I took over your couch. See you later."
Derek was quiet for a bit.
"You can stay and eat dinner here".
Stiles grinned and went to set the table. The food should be ready in 4 minutes. He sat down and watched Derek finish their food.
Once that all the food was on the table and both had filled their plate, it confirmed what Stiles suspected. Enough food was there that Derek had definetly intended to cook for both of them.
It was not just a quick decision to invite Stiles, based on him planing to drive home half asleep.
Apparently he wasn´t annoying Derek enough to warrent kicking him out.
After school ended Stiles hopped into his jeep, waving goodbye to Scott. He would see him later at pack night.
His dad would not be home right now. So after a quick stop at a cafe, he drove to Dereks Loft. He already had everything eles he needed to bring in the back of his car.
Standing infront of the door with both his arms full of stuff, he regrettet his choice to only walk once. Luckyly werewolf hearing safed him once again. Not even 30 seconds of standing there, Derek opend the door for him.
"Thanks"
In the middel of the loft Stiles let go of everything he was holding. Just to right after pick up his and Dereks Sandwich again and wander into the kitchen to get himself something to drink.
"What is all this?"
"Games. Old ones from me and Scott. Last time I was here I relized that there is really nothing to do here at all. So I brought them. Also I bought food. I doubt you had lunch before now and we do need to eat something before we go groccerie shoping."
"Groccerie shoping?"
"We need to actually feed the pack something other than take out. So don´t even argue with me. Also if I am expected to be here every week, you need to own better snacks."
"Fine."
They quickly finished their food and left for the store. Derek only complained once stating that they wouldn´t use his jeep because it sounds like it is falling apart.
While they were shoping Derek made sure to pack all the necessities and Stiles mostly fokused on finding all the favorites of every pack member.
"Since when do you like this?"
"I don´t", Derek put Stiles favorite brand of chips in their cart.
Derek paid for their groceries and together they put all the bags in the trunk of the car.
"You should´ve let me pay for my part of the food."
"Stiles, you bought us lunch. You are the only person helping me constantly clean up after the others. I am the one of us who has a job. "
"You have a job?"
Derek only raised his eyebrow at him.
Much later after the rest of the pack had already left. Stiles was helping with the clean up once again.
"You staying longer?"
"If you are cool with it. Dad isn´t home until the morning."
"If I need you to leave, I would tell you to."
Stiles snorted, Derek truly wasn´t known to endure situations he disliked. Which now pointed out to him like this suprised him.
To his knowledge Derek didn´t have anybody outside of the pack and frankly most of the time excluding pack nights, most of their activities did not include Derek. Sometimes Isaac, Boyd and Erica would hang out at the loft. Most of their time the pack spend at school. So Stiles was probably the person Derek spend most of his time with.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"You do not own a TV. You infact own barly anything at all!"
"I do infact own a laptop. So, movie?"
"Yeah"
Stiles went and grabed them chips out of the kitchen cabinets.
Stiles woke up way later. Derek was asleep at the other side of the couch. They had watched Frankenstein and had then talked about it. Staying up way to late, until finally falling asleep where they were.
He didn´t want to move away. So he blindly grabed for his phone, before texting his Dad.
Stiles - 03:52
Feel asleep at Dereks
Not gonna be home tmrw morning
A loud beeping was interrupting his sleep. Shuting his alarm off, he slowly opend his eyes. It wasn´t fully bright outside yet. Infront of him Derek growned.
"Of course you have the most obnoxious alarm possible."
"Fuck you", Stiles sat up and streched out his body, "I regrett not going home yesterday or at least taking over your bed, instead of just texting Dad I was gonna stay here. Your couch is extremly uncomfortable."
They had breakfast together. Then Derek pulled out a new toothbrush and a shirt he could wear to school.
He didn´t even walk 50 meter far into his school, before he was cornerd by Scott.
"Why are you wearing Dereks shirt?"
"Stayed over longer to watch a movie and fell asleep."
"Why did you stay longer?"
"Why not?"
"Why?"
"You realise that I did the same last time to help with clean up? And that I was there before all of you? And that I was over there a few days ago without you guys there?"
Scott was quite for a bit before asking: "Since when has this been going on?"
"What?"
Scott looked at him somewhat intense.
"Nevermind", Scott turned around and left for his first class of the day.
Over the next few weeks Stiles stayed at Dereks more and more.
Stiles finished his homework next to Derek working. They cooked and ate together, more often than not. He stayed overight more too.
Helping prepare for pack night and cleaning up with Derek afterwards. Watching movies together. Playing the games Stiles brought. Talking for hours.
Just being in the same visinity as the other person.
Stiles didn´t know when it became his new normal to just go to Dereks for lunch and/ or dinner, when his dad wasn´t home. So normal in fact that after a week of eating Dinner at Dereks, he nearly walked past his dad cooking to drive to him. Somewhere along the way his brain rebottet. He stopped in his tracks.
"Are you gonna help your old man or just stand there?"
"Gonna help. Just need to text someone."
Stiles - 18:28
Dads home today. Have 2 eat @ home !
Derek - 18:29
Ok
Stiles smiled at his phone.
"Thought you wanted to help?"
"Yeah. Yeah. What do you want me to do?"
After 5 minutes of silent cooking Stiles noticed that his dad was being weird. He was looking at Stiles worried. As far as Stiles knew there was no reason for that whatsoever. No supernatual emergencys. He did not miss school even once. All his test come back with good marks and he only was late for school one time.
He sent his dad a questioning look.
"I just worrie about you. You do know that I notice things, but you can come to me if you are struggeling without me asking first. Understood?"
"Dad. I genuinely have absolutly no idea what you are talking about. I am fine."
His father stopped his cookig for a moment and just looked at him: " There is no reason for you to lie. Do you think I can´t tell that you have not cooked for yourself in the last week at all. If cooking gets to much with your schoolwork thats okay. You just need to say something. I can make sure that you have leftovers or I can ask Melissa if you can eat with them once or twice a week, but you can´t only eat breakfast foods, Stiles. I know that it isn´t ideal that I am away at work so much, but I still want you to come to me if you are struggeling. I am your parent. Am I being clear?"
Shit he did not meant for this to happen. His dad wasn´t supose to worry about him again.
"I promise I am fine. I know that I can go to you. I am cooking honestly, just not here?! Derek and I kinda cook together at his when you are at work."
That made his dad finally stop in his tracks and stop being all concerned about him.
"Ah. Of course. But you know that you being able to talk to me about everything, also extends to your relationships. I have to admit, I wasn´t to pleased with it being Derek Hale concidering his age, but I do trust you and you seem happier. So maybe you should invite him for Sunday dinner, if it is so serious. It would be nice to meet my sons boyfriend, as such, yes?"
Stiles noded, relieved that everything was cleared between them. There was no reason to worry.
Wait what?!
"Derek is not my boyfriend! Why would you think that?"
"Stiles, you don´t need to lie to me. I know I didn´t react approprietly when you tryed to come out and I do want to appologies for that, but ..."
"I am not lying. We are not dating."
His dad seem to actually concider his words this time. Seamingly lost for words. Stiles was confuesed. Him dating Derek. How ridiculus. Derek wouldn´t even look twice at someone like him. How his dad got to this conclusion Stiles had no idea.
"You sure?"
"Yes! I would know if I was dating Derek."
After an akward dinner with his father, Stiles walked back up to his room. He felt weird about the conversation with his dad. That he was spending basically all his time with Derek didn´t mean anything
Then he stoped once again abruptedly. This time in the entryway to his room.
In the past few weeks he has been proud of himself for keeping his room orderly. Now he realised that he did not suddenly master organization skills. His room wasn´t caotic because it was emptier. Looking around he saw most of his cloths missing, a bunch of empty spaces on his bookshelf and a bunch of other stuff was gone too. He knew exactly were it was.
After spending their evening at the cinemar and getting tacos after, Stiles went back to the loft with Derek.
They brushed their teeth next to each other in the tiny bathroom and then got ready for bed. As if it was insignificant, maybe even expected, Stiles went to lay down on the left side of the bed. Of Dereks bed. As he had a couple times now. He was used to it by now. Sleeping next to Derek. Completly normal. Just another part of their routines. Maybe that should have stoped him at some point. Their lifes had become completly interwinded. Without Stiles questioning this at any point. Even now he didn´t want to think about it. Countless hours spend together. In the loft as well as outside. Going on hiked, to restaurants, the cinemar.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Stop thinking. You are suposed to sleep."
"Maybe I just can´t fall asleep."
"No. It sounds different when you can´t fall asleep or if you are overthinking".
What the fuck! How had he not noticed this?
It was dark inside the room . He felt safe here.
"My dad talked to me. He was worried because I haven´t been cooking, but. I told him I was here. You know I spend most of my time with you now."
Stiles stayed silent for a bit. He heard Derek shift next to him. Now they were laying facing each other in the dark.
Stiles continued, almost silently: "He asumed we were dating, when I told him. I said that that is ridiculus and I would know, after he didn´t believe me. But I am not so sure I would."
After Stiles stoped talking it stayed quite. Derek didn´t say anything for a long time.
Maybe he had been wrong. He didn´t think anything was weird until now and just because he would be open to dating Derek, didn´t mean Derek was. He should have shut up. He shouldn´t have said anything at all. Stiles blamed his dad, if all of this goes wrong.
If he was going to lose Derek over it.
"Stop paniking"
Dereks hand came up to Stiles face, his thumb slowly drove over his cheek.
Then Derek pulled Stiles towards him until their lips meet.
Their first kiss was soft, slow and sleepy. It was calming after having spend the last few minutes paniking.
He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in that moment. For time to stop and for this to be his last and only memorie and in a way it was. At least until the next morning.
Stiles - 09:30
So turns out I would not know if I am dating Derek
In my defence ha also didn´t notice
Pops - 09:55
Invite him to Dinner.