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One night in Beacon Hills …
03:13 AM
(Stiles)
hey scotty u awake??
scott. dude. bro. its important.
do u think weres can get fleas?
like theoretically?
asking for a research project.
03:18 AM
(Stiles)
ok, ur asleep. weak. truly weak.
[unread]
08:30 AM
(Scotty)
Who is this? And why is my number in your phone?
(Stiles)
oh shit
wrong werewolf 🐺
hi derek 👋
(„Scotty“)
Delete my number, Stiles.
( a couple days later )
11:42 PM
(Stiles)
so …
i did not delete your number
obviously
i saved you as “sourwolf 🐺”
just so u know … u know
scott is on a date and my dad pulls a double and i'm booored out of my mind
what are you doing? breaking and entering?
[Stiles laughed at his own message]
brooding in the dark?
(sourwolf 🐺)
Stop texting me.
(Stiles)
u replied!! that’s progress, sourwolf!! 🥳
[read at 12:00 AM]
( two month later, it has become a one-sided habit. Stiles texts Derek whenever he can’t sleep. Derek usually ignores him. )
02:14 AM
(Stiles)
u know what’s crazy?
the loft u live in is basically just a giant concrete box. how do u not freeze to death? do wolves have higher body temps or are u just stubborn?
also
i drank a red bull at 10
huge mistake
my walls are vibrating
02:18 AM
(Stiles)
sourwolf? u alive? u didn’t get eaten by a rogue hunter did u? because that would suck
(sourwolf 🐺)
Go to sleep, Stiles. It’s Tuesday.
(Stiles)
omgswtf u care about my sleep schedule?? i'm touched. truly.
(sourwolf 🐺)
I care about my phone vibrating every two minutes.
Sleep.
(Stiles)
okay, okay. night sourwolf 🐺😴
[read at 02:34 AM)
( four month in )
01:05 AM
(Stiles)
[sends image: a screenshot of an old bestiary page about a specific type of wolfsbane]
found this. thought u should know.
watch out for purple smoke if u go near the woods tomorrow.
01:09 AM
anyway. good night. 🐺😴
04:12 AM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Where did you find that page?
(Stiles)
OH MY GOD
you initiated conversation, sourwolf 👀
(sourwolf 🐺)
Stiles.
(Stiles)
okay fine spoil the fun
it was on a weird dark web forum … why? did something happen?
are you okay??
(sourwolf 🐺)
I’m fine, thanks to you.
(Stiles)
…
wait
did derek hale just thank me?
am i hallucinating? is this the red bull again?
[read at 04:25 AM]
( six month in )
09:45 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
You haven’t sent any annoying texts today.
10:15 PM
Stiles?
10:16 PM
(Stiles)
hey sorry
rough day
minor panic attack at school, nothing major
just exhausted
going to sleep early
(sourwolf 🐺)
Are you safe?
(Stiles)
yeah. yeah, i'm in bed. my dad is downstairs. i'm okay, sourwolf. thanks for checking.
(sourwolf 🐺)
That’s good. Sleep.
(Stiles)
night
( eight month in. it’s some kind of dynamic )
03:14 AM
(Stiles)
[Sends Image: A photo of a very angry, fluffy gray cat staring at the camera]
look, i found u at the pet store
😄
03:18 AM
(sourwolf 🐺)
My hair looks better that that.
(Stiles)
WOA SOURWOLF
u joked
u actually made a joke, dude
03:21 AM
(Stiles)
also yes
your eyebrows are definitely more dramatic than the cat’s
(sourwolf 🐺)
I’m blocking you.
(Stiles)
no you won’t
u would miss me too much
(sourwolf 🐺)
Unlikely.
(Stiles)
😏
( some days later )
07:14 PM
(Stiles)
i'm currently eating the best curly fries of my life and I feel like I should share this spiritual experience
with u, duh
07:16 PM
wait there’s a guy outside the diner staring at my jeep
he looks … like he’s doing smth to roscoe … ffs … hold on.
07:18 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Stiles?
07:20 PM
Stiles, answer me. Where are you?
07:22 PM
I’ll find you by scent. Stay where you are.
07:25 PM
dude
chill
i'm fine
it was just a guy with a leaf blower
i'm alive, all good 🤣
(sourwolf 🐺)
Don’t do it again.
(Stiles)
wait, were u worried about me? 🥺
(sourwolf 🐺)
No.
(Stiles)
😶
(sourwolf 🐺)
Just don’t die. It’s annoying.
( ten month in: Stiles is leaving for college in a few month. and the tone gets softer … )
01:40 AM
(Stiles)
do u ever think about leaving beacon hills?
01:45 AM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Sometimes. Why?
(Stiles)
packing for college soon
it feels weird. like i’m leaving everything behind. scott, my dad … you.
01:52 AM
(sourwolf 🐺)
You’re not leaving me behind, Stiles.
(Stiles)
yeah? how’s that, sourwolf?
01:55 AM
(sourwolf 🐺)
I have your number. You clearly don’t know how to stop texting. I’ll still be forced to hear about you bad sleep schedule from three states away.
01:59 AM
(Stiles)
you’re sweet when you’re being a jerk, u know that?
02:11 AM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Go to sleep, Stiles.
[read at 02:11 AM]
05:12 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
[Sends Screenshot of map location for a pack meeting.]
Meet us here at 6.
05:14 PM
(Stiles)
hang on.
zoom in on the top of your screenshot.
is my contact name in your phone “Stiles 🏛️✨”??
05:18 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
No.
05:19 PM
(Stiles)
it is! aaaw … 🥺
u gave me a ‘lil sparkly emoji because of the spark thing
derek hale uses emojis … I have to let that sink in
05:22 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Scott took my phone.
(Stiles)
scotty doesn’t even know what that architecture emoji means, nice try.
you DO care about me.
admit it …
05:25 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Just get to the meeting, Stiles.
(Stiles)
on my way, sourwolf 😚
( one year later. it’s the night before Stiles leaves for college )
11:00 PM
(Stiles)
boxes are packed
jeep is loaded
i'm sitting on my empty bedroom floor and it’s hitting me … i'm really leaving tomorrow.
11:05 PM
(sourwolf 🐺)
Look out your window.
(Stiles)
what?? why?
(sourwolf 🐺)
Just look.
(Stiles)
… your camaro is parked outside?!
are you leaning against the hood in the leather jacket? are u trying to kill me via a cinematic romance trope?
(because it’s working)
(sourwolf 🐺)
Stop texting me and come talk to me, Stiles.
(Stiles)
typing as I run down the stairs don’t move a muscle, hale!
[sourwolf 🐺 laughed at the message.]
(sourwolf 🐺)
I’m not going anywhere.
~*~
Stiles nearly flew down the stairs. He then crossed the living room with three large steps and pulled the door open with way too much force. The wood crushing in the wall behind, the sound echoing through the stillness of this early night in the neighbourhood.
For a moment he just stood there. He couldn't believe Derek was here. Really here, in person. They had texted every day for a year, saw each other at the pack meetings and Stiles' feelings for the wolf had grown even stronger over time.
But seeing Derek here on his last night in Beacon Hills did mean something concerning Derek's feelings, did it not?
Stiles tried breathing through his nose a couple of times to slow his staggering heartbeat. Not that it was of any use - Derek had heard his racing heart from up in his room, Stiles was sure of it. He managed to calm down a little, nonetheless.
As he walked the little distance to Derek's parked car, the wolf pushed himself off the hood. Hands in his pockets he seemed a little nervous.
His shoulders were slightly raised, his eyes a mix of determination and fear.
Something Stiles has never seen in Derek's eyes, not ever.
"Hey", he said, his voice low and almost toneless. Like any more volume could scare Derek away.
"Hey", the wolf answered.
A little smile tucked at Stiles' lips. Before he knew it, or could rethink his courage, he stepped right in front of Derek and with a shy half smile raised one of his hands to caress Derek's cheek.
His fingertips brushing over the stubble, touching Derek's skin at his temple light as a feather, just to drive into Derek's dark hair, get a grip and pull his head closer.
Stiles closed his eyes at the very last breath, before his lips touched Derek's. Not willing to do anything, the other one would not want him to do. But Derek didn't say a word. He didn't recoil or even flinch. He just looked Stiles straight in the eyes until their lips met.
Stiles felt Dereks tongue, his big hands stroking his sides and raising his shirt to touch bare skin.
A guttural sound escaped Stiles, as Derek's fingers stroked his sides up, followed his spine down, just to cup his butt with both of his hands, all while their kiss deepened and Stiles' fingers found Derek's broad shoulders and tried to get rid of his leather jacket.
"Inside?" Dereks voice was rough, breathless and Stiles could only nod, while turning on his heels. Their fingers touched, intertwined, as they stumbled into the house.
The next breath they both needed parted them for as long as they needed to rush up the stairs, back to Stiles' room.
"I don't want to lose you", Stiles said when he turned around to face Derek again. His fingertips touched Derek's neck lightly, letting the wolf shiver visibly. Stiles eyes were dancing from Derek's left to his right and back, nervous about this confession he didn't even think about before spilling.
"You won't."
Derek's firm voice settled something in Stiles. He took a deep breath and relieve flooded his system.