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Stiles was dropping off lunch for his dad when he saw Derek’s files. 

His dad wasn’t in his office so as he waited, he sat himself down on the Sheriff’s chair, snooping on the case files that's on the desk. He then saw that his dad’s laptop was on standby. And Stiles being Stiles, curiosity got the better of him. He wiggled the mouse and when the screen lit up, he saw that the virtual file awaiting him was none other than grumpywolf himself. Derek’s. 

Seeing the fuzzy mugshot made Stiles want to roll his eyes. He scrolled down and passed the depressing family history before seeing something odd. 

There written at the bottom is a name. Dr. G. H. Davidson - Child psychoanalyst and psychiatrist. 

When did Derek see a kid shrink? 

He clicked on the name and a document popped up. It was a statement from the therapist. At first it was nothing more than washable information. Apparently Derek was sent to the therapist when he was eight by school teachers because he ‘showed signs of antisocial behaviour and anxiety’. The ‘antisocial’ bit made Stiles chuckle but the laughter soon died when he read the last lines of the document. 

“After careful annalist and several sessions with the patient, I am giving him the diagnosis of stage 3 autism.”  

Autism? Derek? No. 

Stiles doesn’t know much about autism but surely based on movies and media, that can’t be Derek. Derek’s too macho and … scary. He couldn’t possibly- 

“Stiles? What are you doing at my desk?” 

Stiles jumped, not expecting his dad to suddenly be in front of him with his arms crossed. “Dad! Uh, I just came to drop off your salad.” 

“Doesn’t explain why you’re at my desk, snooping on my computer.” 

“It’s your fault leaving all your stuff out in the open for anyone to see.” He sassed. “Not very Sheriff of you.” 

John Stilinski all but threw Stiles out of his chair before looking at the computer. 

“Really? Reading your boyfriend’s file?” 

Stiles tripped on his feet, nearly slamming his face into the side of the desk. “W-What? Boyfriend? Derek? No! He’s not my-” 

“Calm down. I’m just messing with you.” John smirked before looking back to the screen, “Huh. That’s interesting.”

After a second, Stiles said, “You think it’s true?” 

“That Derek saw a therapist? Yes.” 

“Not that. The autism part.” 

“Well… It explains a lot.” 

“Really?!” The nineteen year old squeaked, “But he’s so ‘Grrr’. There’s no way he could be autistic.” 

“Do you even know what autism is, Stiles?” 

“Sure, I do.” 

“No. I mean real autism. Not crap you got from movies and misinformative social media.” 

Stiles frowned, “Well… no. I guess not.” 

“I suggest you read up on it properly. It might actually help Derek.” 

“Help him how?” 

John shrugged, “Having someone understanding how and why he’s different could benefit him in opening up or maybe even helping him get out of the trauma spiral he’s been digging himself in.” 

“You really think I can help him?” Stiles asked, thinking about the grumpy wolf and his burnt down house and stunted social skills. “I mean. If he really is autistic? How could I possibly help someone like that?” 

“Like what? Human? Different? Disabled?” John frowned before sighing, leaning forward all serious, “Listen to me, Stiles. Autistic or not, he’s still a person with feelings. I advise you to educate yourself and then see if you can do something nice for him.” 

“Like what?” 

“Be his friend.” The Sheriff gave a sad smile, “Seems like he could use one.” 

That’s the reason why Stiles is sitting in his room googling ‘Autism in adults’ until the early hours in the morning. Writing down things that correspond with Derek. 

After learning so much, Stiles cringes at himself on how he reacted in his dad’s office. He was so ablest and inconsiderate. It also explains why Derek never said anything about his diagnosis. Maybe its because of how he reacted without Derek even being in the room let alone saying it to Derek’s face. 

Stiles really wants to punch himself in the face. 

But instead of feeling guilty forever, Stiles is determined to do the thing his dad wants him to do. 

Get Derek Hale to be his friend.

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1 - Finding it hard to understand what others are thinking or feeling. 

This was the first thing on the list of characteristics and Stiles always thought that Derek didn’t show that he knew when someone was upset or nervous or angry was because he didn’t care. But now that he knew of the diagnosis, maybe Derek didn’t show he cared because he didn’t even know when someone was upset. 

So he decided to pay the old sourwolf a visit. 

“What are you doing here?” Was what greeted him when Derek saw him. 

“Charming, Derek.” Stiles rolled his eyes, “Can’t I come over to your carcass of a house just to see a friend?” 

“We’re not friends.” 

Now, before, Stiles would say some sort of sassy or mean comment but with new information in his brain, Stiles really watched as Derek spoke. 

His eyebrows were frowned but not in an angry way. His eyes narrowed but not in a disgusted way. He looked… confused . Like he genuinely didn’t know why Stiles was here and called him his friend. 

“What?! Dude, we’ve been through so much. You saved my life, I saved yours. We fought a giant lizard and mean hunters- Of course we’re friends!” Stiles said, seriously. 

Derek tilted his head slightly, “Oh. I didn’t know you saw me as a friend.” 

“Well, now you do know. So…” 

“So…?” 

“Wanna hang out?” 

“Isn’t there something better you’d rather be doing?” 

“Not really. I wanna do something with you.” 

“And do what?” 

“I don’t know. You obviously haven't got a TV or anything so what do you normally do all day?” 

“Read.” 

“Books?” 

“Was that a question about what I read or something else in general?” 

Again, Stiles watched Derek closely and came to the conclusion that the other man wasn’t joking or making fun. He didn’t know what Stiles meant and it made the human smile warmly. 

“I mean, what books do you read?” 

Suddenly, Derek turned around and started walking away. Stiles stammered, unsure what to do but when the wolf turned his head back to see if the human was following, Stiles got the message and ran to catch up. 

Derek took him through the charred rooms and into what used to be the living area. Blankets and pillows were thrown in the corner like some type of nest and all around the den were stacks and stacks of books. Old and new, paperbacks and hardbacks. Small, big, medium. Thick, thin. Of all sorts. 

Stiles glanced around, not knowing how he didn’t notice this before. 

“Where did you get all these?” 

“I brought them.” Derek said simply, going to sit down on the blankets, restacking a stack of books as if to put them correctly. 

“With what money?” 

“I have money.” 

Stiles frowned, “Then why don’t you get a new place to stay?” 

Derek looked at him as if he said something stupid. “This is my home.” And that was all he said to explain and Stiles allowed him that. He sat opposite Derek and smiled brightly at the wolf. 

“So, what’s your favourite book?” 

“That’s a daunting question.” Derek huffed, looking at the floor, “There are too many genres and categories to choose from to pick one singular favourite.” 

“That’s fair.” Stiles agreed after thinking about it, “So just tell me some of the ones you like.” 

“Why do you want to know, Stiles?” 

“We’re friends, right? Friends talk to each other about things and dude, I don’t know anything about you.” 

Derek tilted his head again, “And that’s a problem?” 

“Yes! Because I want to know more about you. About who you are behind that tough mean werewolf act you put on.” 

“Act?” 

“Come on, Derek.” Stiles chuckled lightly, “I know all that growling and eyebrows are just a front you put on so people don’t get too close.” 

Derek almost shied away at that, making Stiles want to punch himself again. 

“It’s not a bad thing! People put up fronts all the time.” He said, “People don’t like to be vulnerable in front of others - especially to people they don’t know- so they act like someone else. More confident even though you're insecure. Funny so people don’t know you’re hurting. Smart so people don’t know how terrified of failure you are. It’s normal.” When Derek looked up at him with watery eyes, Stiles nodded, voice soft and warm yet firm, “It’s normal.” 

“A-Are you sure you want to know me behind the act?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you want to be my friend?” 

“Yes.” 

Derek said nothing for a moment before saying, “I still don’t understand why.” 

“Have you never made a friend before?” 

“Not a true one.” 

“Really?!” Stiles’ heart nearly cracked in two. Derek was so alone and sleeping in the remains of his house where his family died. And he’s clearly not managing any of his emotions, trauma or loneliness very well. “Well - as Toy Story once said - You’ve got a friend in me.” 

And for the first time Stiles had ever seen, Derek smiled. Beautiful bunny teeth poking from his lips and the corners of his eyes wrinkled. It made Stiles’ chest tight. 

“So, are you going to tell me what books you like or are you waiting for another near death experience?” 

“Why would I- Oh. Right. Nevermind. Well, okay.” Then Derek began to talk and once he started talking about the numerous books he likes, it was like he couldn’t stop. It was astonishing to Stiles. Derek Hale - stone cold, emotionless sourwolf who never spoke more than three words - was now rambling about books. 

And Stiles found himself absorbed into it. Asking questions, adding comments and jokes. 

The human found himself enjoying Derek’s company as they spoke for hours about books and stories and their favourite authors. And, as it turned out, they had almost the same literature taste and found themselves bonding over the same opinions. 

It was dark out when Stiles found himself glancing at his phone to check the time. 

“Shit. I’ve got to get going. It’s late.” 

Derek nodded, “Okay.” 

“But I had a really nice time nerding out with you.” 

“Me too. Which is almost unbelievable.” The wolf was still looking down at one of his books, “I always thought you’d be the last person I’d enjoy spending time with.” 

“That’s hurtful.” 

Derek’s head snapped up, guilt on his features, “I didn’t mean to be hurtful. I’m sorry.” 

Stiles smiled reassuringly, “It’s fine. I was joking.” He got up from where he was sitting, his ass numb from sitting on the hard floor for hours. He stretched before nodding to Derek, “We are so doing this again sometime. It was really fun.” 

“Okay.” 

“Would that be okay with you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Tomorrow? After I have school?” 

Derek nodded. 

Stiles beamed, jumping up in victory. “Okay! Bye, Derek! See you tomorrow!” Then he was out the door and driving home. 

As he stared up at his ceiling, waiting for sleep to take him, he thought of Derek in that cold empty house, reading his books with that little book light he saw Derek using. He must be so lonely. So sheltered and traumatised and being autistic must make it so much more difficult to process what had happened to him. 

Oh fuck! That explains how Kate managed to manipulate Derek so well even though he was a wolf with heightened senses. She must’ve known he was autistic and used that against him so he could trust her. That is fucking disgusting. What kind of sick pervert would do that to someone?! And let alone an adult! Stiles learned that Kate was twenty-five at the time of the fire and Derek was only fifteen! Fifteen! A child. He was groomed and manipulated and in result of that, he lost his entire family - except his crazy uncle and sister. 

Poor, Derek. 

Stiles wanted to cry for the wolf. After spending time with him today and getting to see a glimpse of the vulnerable person he was underneath, it made Stiles’ heart ache for him. 

He fell asleep angry at the world for making Derek’s life a living hell. 

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2 - Finding it hard to make friends or preferring to be on your own. 

For the next few weeks, Stiles has been spending almost all his free time with Derek at the Hale house. They spoke about books, the lord of the rings - one of Derek’s favourite book trilogy (and Stiles’ too) and Marvel movies. 

After a while, Stiles found himself connected to Derek as the wolf seemed to slowly relax and shine through their friendship sessions - What Stiles calls it in his head. 

Derek also began to slowly open up to Stiles. 

He told Stiles that his mother played the piano and that his father was the one that got him into reading as he was the one that read him and his siblings bedtime stories. He told Stiles that he loved meat of all kinds - his favourite being deer liver - and he struggles eating vegetables because they have weird textures that make his mouth tingle. 

Not only that but Stiles ended up opening up to Derek in return. Telling him about his mother before she died, about how he met Scott. He also told the wolf about his fears and worries about his life after high school - and with graduation only a month away, he was internally freaked out. 

“Why are you so worried? You’re the smartest person I know so you could get into any university of your choice.” Derek said, nonchalantly. 

Stiles smiled, “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

“You’re welcome?” 

Stiles chuckled, finding Derek secretly adorable when confused on what to say next, “Anyways, I just don’t know what I want to do. I mean, Scott is staying here to be with the pack and Allison got a scholarship at the local community college. My dad is here. My friends, my life, my home. I don’t know if I can leave Beacon Hills.” 

“Then don’t.” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t want to throw my future away because I get a little homesick.”  

“Stiles,” Derek shuffled on the floor so he was next to Stiles and he awkwardly placed a hand on Stiles’ thigh, “I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed with a decision. Especially a decision based on the future. But all I know is that you have the drive, ambition and smarts to do anything you set your mind to. You can do anything you want whether you stay here or move halfway around the world.” He then looked down, “But I kinda wish you’d stay.” 

Stiles’ eyes widened at the wolf, “What? Why?” 

“You’re my friend, right?” Derek gave a small smile, “I don’t have many of those… or any besides you. And even though I prefer to be alone most of the time and I’ve always had trouble maintaining a friend, I don’t want to see my only friend leaving. But I also know that that’s selfish of me to ask. So maybe you should get a second opinion.” 

With his chest warm and stomach fluttering, Stiles had the sudden urge to hug Derek but was saved by the bell when his phone rang. ‘Hungry like the wolf’ sang through the speakers so Stiles knew exactly who it was. 

He answered, “Hey, Scott.” 

“Stiles! Where are you?! It’s movie night! I’m at your place but you're not here!” 

“Sorry, Scotty. I lost track of time. I’m with a friend.” 

“You have other friends?” 

“Wow. Thanks for that, dude.” 

“Sorry! I’m just shocked. Who is it? Lydia? Isaac?” 

“Uh,” He looked at Derek but found the wolf back in his corner, nose deep in a book, “I’m with Derek actually.” 

“Derek? Derek Hale?” 

“How many other Derek’s do you know?” 

“Why are you with him? He hasn’t kidnapped you, has he?” 

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Yes, Scott. Derek has kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, threatened me but allowed me to have my phone and answer phone calls. You’re so smart, Scott.” 

“Fuck you! I’m just worried.” 

“You have nothing to be worried about.” 

“Are you sure? He is a little weird. Even for a werewolf.” 

“Scott!” Stiles scowled, “You’re being rude… and stupid. You know he can hear you through the phone.” 

“Shit! Sorry, Derek. Just please don’t eat Stiles.” 

“He’s not going to eat me, dick! I’m going to stay here at Derek’s for a bit longer. I’ll text you later.” Stiles hung up with a sigh before looking over at Derek who was still on the same page, indicating that he wasn’t actually reading. “Derek?” 

The wolf looked up at Stiles, no expression on his face. 

“I’m sorry about Scott.” 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“He had no right to call you weird.” 

Derek shrugged, “It’s true. I am weird. My mother said It's because of my-” He cut himself off, being quiet for a minute before saying, “I’ve been called worse.” 

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay.” 

“You can go and be with Scott. I don’t want to be in the way of anything.” 

Stiles knelt in front of Derek, putting his hand over Derek’s hesitantly but smiled when the wolf held on. “I like being with you. I like spending time with you, talking endlessly about nerdy stuff and books. You are not in the way of anything.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive. And if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay here for a bit longer so I can finish the last chapter of my book.” 

Derek smiled, “I’d like you to stay.” 

“Good!” Stiles jumped down back in his spot. Derek had given him his own set of blankets and pillows to be more comfortable and Stiles loved that Derek gave him the blanket with ironman on it. “Because I’m nearly finished and I’d love to hear your opinions once I’m done.” He picked up the book Derek had lended him and went straight back in. 

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When Stiles returned home, his dad was in the kitchen preparing a late night snack. 

“I hope that’s brown bread you're eating.” Stiles said, throwing his jacket on the hook and sitting at the table. 

“Yes, Stiles.” The Sheriff rolled his eyes, “Y’known, eating white bread won’t kill me.” 

“It might.” 

John sighed before asking his son if he wanted a sandwich. 

“Nah. I ate at Derek’s.” 

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with him. You playing nice?” John then frowned, “Wait. How did you eat at Derek’s? Did he get a new kitchen fitted or something?” 

“Yes, Dad. I’m actually having a really nice time. He’s so much more than the scary werewolf everyone thinks he is. He’s so smart, loving and interesting. Did you know that he can read elvish?! I can’t even do that! He apparently studied it when he was eleven and is fluent.” 

“Elvish?” 

“The native language of elves in the Lord of the rings?” 

“So he’s a nerd like you?” 

“Yes! He likes the same books as me, movies - though he prefers Marvel to DC which is a crime but we had fun debating that opinion.” Stiles chuckled, “And we ordered out. Got pizza not too long ago.” 

The Sheriff looked at Stiles for a moment, taking a bite of his sandwich. 

“What?” 

“Nothing. It’s just refreshing to see you making friends. Even though its with a werewolf ex-criminal.” 

“The reason he’s an ex-criminal is my fault. It was a misunderstanding. You know that!” 

“Yes. He’s still a werewolf though.” 

Stiles rolled his eyes, “Whatever, dad.” Before Stiles made his way to his room, he turned back to his dad, “I think I can really help him, dad.” 

The Sheriff smiled, “I know you can. Just make sure to keep it at his pace. He’s not only autistic but he’s also traumatised so it might take longer than you think.” 

“I know, dad. I just want him to see that he deserves better.” 

Stiles then went off to bed without another word.

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3 - Getting very anxious about social situations. 

It was their graduation party. 

Stiles couldn’t believe that he was officially out of high school. Everyone decided to celebrate after the ceremony at Lydia’s house where drinks, music and dancing would be. 

And when midnight hit, the glowsticks came out and so did the dirty dancing, flirting and booze. 

Stiles was talking with Isaac, as Scott and Allison were busy canoodling on the dance floor, when something caught his eye. 

There in the doorway of the kitchen was Derek. He was looking around the room as if judging everyone’s dance moves. Sour faced and visibly uncomfortable. 

He excused himself before rushing over to the older wolf. 

“Derek! What are you doing here?” Stiles said but with a smile so Derek knew that he was happy to see him. 

Derek seemed to relax a bit when Stiles was at arm's length. 

“You didn’t come see me.” 

Stiles’ hated the almost sad look on Derek's face. “I’m so sorry, Der! But after graduation, everyone bombarded me and forced me to dinner then after dinner then here!” 

Derek nodded, eyes darting all around him as if he was struggling to keep focus. His hands were rubbing together, claws scratching at the skin of his knuckles and shoulders tense. 

That was when Stiles remembered about reading how autistic people are easily overwhelmed and anxious during social situations. And this party was intense and loud - Stiles wondered if Derek’s werewolf hearing made it so much worse for his autism. 

“I can hardly hear you, let's go somewhere quieter!” He made the excuse and tugged at Derek’s leather jacket until he made his way up the stairs and into a random room. The noise of the music could still be heard but it was like a thundering heartbeat, muffled. 

Looking around, Stiles had concluded this as a guest bedroom with a neat double bed, bedside table and white and silver wallpaper. 

Stiles looked at Derek - who was leaning from right leg to left, nervous looking. 

“Derek?” 

“I got you something.” Derek reached into his jacket, pulling out a package that was wrapped in newspaper. 

“You got me a gift?” 

“You graduated.” He said seriously, “You give people presents when they accomplish something. So, here.” 

“Thank you, Derek. That was very kind of you.” He took the gift and it was heavier than he expected. He ripped the newspaper wrapping and beneath he saw a hardback cover of ‘The Fellowship of the ring’ by J.R.R Tolkien. The cover was very old. Yellowed at the sides, a little damaged but clearly loved. 

“Open it to the title page.” Derek instructed. 

Stiles did so and there was ink written on the page below the title. Cursive and reminded Stiles of his great grandmother’s writing. 

“Read it out.” Derek instructed again, a small smile on his face. 

And so Stiles did, loud and clear, “ ‘Dear reader, I hope and pray that the words in this book are able to transport you into the world of my own creation. Happy reading and thoughts and prayers… Yours sincerely, J.R.R Tolkien.’ ” Shocked, Stiles looked up at the wolf, “D-Derek. Are you serious?! Did you seriously get me a signed copy?! Oh my god!” 

“Do you like it?” 

“I love it! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” He jumped in Derek’s chest, wrapping his arms around the wolf’s neck. “Thank you!” 

Slowly, Derek reciprocated the hug, holding him close and burying his nose into Stiles’ hair. 

Derek was warm, solid but soft. Like he was hugging a muscular teddy bear. 

When Stiles pulled back, Derek had a flushed look on his cheeks and smiled when Stiles’ jumped up and down in excitement. 

“Where did you get this?” He asked, looking back at the signature. 

“My grandparents met Tolkien in 1966. They got all of their copies signed and they passed their collection onto my mother. I had the entire first edition collection growing up, all signed and in neat condition but,” Derek looked down, hands in his pockets, “W-When the fire happened… I, uh. Only a few things survived the fire. Some books including that one and my copy of ‘The Hobbit’. But not much else.” 

“Derek.” Tears in Stiles’ eyes, went to give back the book, “I can’t take this. It’s too personal to you and I could never take something from you that clearly means so much.” 

Derek shook his head, “No. I want you to have it. M-My mother said to always share the things closest to you with the ones you love most. So I am.” 

Stiles held the book to his chest, touched and in awe. He went in for another hug and now that it was practised, Derek immediately hugged him back. 

When they pulled apart again, Stiles suggested going back downstairs. Derek agreed but Stiles could tell that he was conflicted. So he held onto Derek’s hand as they walked down the stairs. They bumped into Scott and Allison. 

“Dude! There you are! Where were- Why is Derek here?” Scott frowned. 

“Rude.” Stiles smacked Scott upside the head, “He was here to congratulate me graduating. Be nice.” 

“Why are you holding hands?” Allison asked, looking down at their hands. 

Derek let go of Stiles - which they both hated. The wolf was suddenly uncomfortable and under a spotlight. 

“Are you dating him now?!” Scott questioned, stepping towards Derek, “What exactly are you up to? You threaten and intimidate me one minute and the next you’re putting hands all over my best friend?” 

“Scott, that’s enough!” Stiles tried but Scott continued. 

“Haven’t you done enough? First your psycho uncle bit me and forced me and Stiles into the supernatural world and now you want to make more than friends with my brother?!” 

“Scott!” 

Derek lashed out, overwhelmed and panicked. He wanted to escape. So he growled, threw Scott aside and ran out the front door, not looking back, even when Stiles called after him. 

“He’s crazy, Stiles!” Scott shrieked as he steadied himself. 

“No he’s not, Scott!” Stiles screamed back, pissed as all hell, “He’s kind, loyal, strong and a good friend. I do not need you defending my honour or to give him the shovel talk! He’s my friend! And you going off on him like that was nothing more but rude, obnoxious and out of line. The next time you see him, you better apologise to him!” 

Stiles left after saying what he needed to say, walking to where he knew Derek was. 

He didn’t bother knocking as he entered the Hale house. He saw Derek pacing the living room, hands clenching and unclenching frantically. 

“Derek?” 

The wolf looked up and stopped. “I’m sorry.” 

“No.” Stiles went over to him and cupped his cheek, “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just Scott being a dick like always. You did nothing wrong.” 

“I didn’t?” 

Stiles shook his head, a small closed smile on his lips. 

They hugged once more, confirming to Stiles that Derek liked hugs. It might be due to the pressure Stiles added when he squeezed the wolf gently. 

“Can you stay?” Derek whispered, “Just for a little bit?” 

Stiles smiled into Derek’s shoulder, “Of course.”

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4 - Seeming blunt, rude or not interested in others without meaning to.  

Derek felt very awkward. 

Sheriff Stilinski had invited him over for dinner and as he sat next to Stiles at the table in the Stilinski house, he felt his hands scratch and claw at his thighs in nervousness. 

Stiles saw this and put his hand over the wolf’s, squeezing the fingers. 

Derek stopped hurting his leg but kept his hand in Stiles’ as he looked around the room, taking in every detail of the kitchen. 

“So, Derek, how have you been?” John asked as he dished up the spaghetti at the counter. 

“Uh, I’ve been… okay?” His eyes were still on the other side of the room. 

“Nothing interesting happening?” 

“No.” He spoke, then blurted, “One of your cabinet handles are different.” 

The Stilinski men looked and saw that Derek was right. All the cabinets had a silver handle on them - all except one which was a slightly darker shade. 

“I’ve never noticed that.” Stiles commented. 

“You should fix that. It makes the kitchen look weird.” Derek said, unapologetically. 

John chuckled lightly, putting plates of food in front of Stiles and Derek. “Will do.” 

Stiles dug in straight away, using his free hand to shovel food in his mouth. 

Derek joined in when John joined the table with his own plate. 

Silence was what greeted them for a while before John spoke again. “Have you spoken to Scott recently, Derek? Stiles said he was dating that Allison girl.” 

“I don’t care about Scott or who he dates.” The way he said it wasn’t mean or dark. It was just factual. It made Stiles smile into his dinner. 

“Okay… Anyways, Stiles tells me you’re really into the lord of the rings. I saw that book you got him for graduation. That was very kind of you.” 

Derek nodded, looking at Stiles in panic as if he didn’t know how to respond. 

“Well, Derek is a nice guy, dad. And you know me, I love presents.” Stiles joked, saving the conversation, “But did you know that Derek also loves Entomology.” 

“What’s Entomology?” 

“The scientific study of insects.” Stiles replied with his mouth full. 

John groaned at his son’s grossness before turning to Derek once more, “Really? What got you into that?” 

“My mother made sure my siblings and I were outside a lot. Camping, running, hiking, swimming. During all of that, you encounter a lot of unique insects.” Derek explained, head down as he twirled his spaghetti on his fork, “As young as five, I began catching them, putting them in jars to look at. My father got me this big book of bugs and from then on, whenever I had free time, I’d study insects. I only just got back into it when Stiles gave me the encyclopaedia of insects.” 

Stiles smiled proudly, “I got it for him when he told me the story of little Derek hunting bugs. A little gift in return for the book he got me.” 

“I really love the book.” The wolf made sure the tone was towards Stiles, feeling the other boy squeeze his hand once more in return. 

“That’s great!” John said happily, “Everyone needs a hobby. Have you thought of going into Entomology? In school or a job?” 

“Uh, n-no, sir. I… I didn’t finish high school. I don’t have the grades to go to college.” 

John smiled sadly, “There’s always time and ways, Derek. You could get a GED though one of the local community colleges. That is if you want to.” 

“I haven’t looked into it.” 

“If you want, son. I can give them a call. My role in this town could get you a good chance in enrolling. And once you’ve got your GED, It can also benefit you into universities.” 

Derek’s head shot up, shock and excitement on his face, “R-Really? You’d do that?” 

“Absolutely!” 

“Why?” Derek frowned. 

“Because you’re my son’s friend. You’re a good kid, Derek, and I want to help.” 

Stiles smiled at the wolf and his dad, “Isn’t this great?! Derek! This is amazing!” 

Derek smiled back, nodding his head. But his shoulders were still tense. 

Seeing this, John added, “And it will be at your pace. You just tell the college the hours and days you want to come in and they’ll stick to your boundaries. No rush or pressure. This will be good for you.” 

Hearing that made Derek relax a bit, clinging to Stiles hand and finally looking up at the Sheriff. “Yes. Thank you, sir. That is a good idea.” 

They finished their meal with Stiles rambling on about the newest Batman movie. 

“Batman is a bad superhero.” Derek said. 

Stiles gasped loudly, “HOW DARE YOU!” 

Derek tilted his head like he had no idea why Stiles was mad. 

“He’s amazing!” The human shrieked, “Tell me, oh so high and mighty, how Batman is a bad superhero.” 

“If he wasn’t rich, he’d just be a regular person. He doesn't care about the privacy of Gotham's citizens as long as they are 'safe'. Seen in The Dark Knight, Batman uses the cellphones of the citizens of Gotham to spy on them. He uses security concerns as an excuse to do so.

Instead of helping the underprivileged with his wealth, he uses it to fulfil his 'vigilante fantasies'. Gotham is a city plagued with illiteracy, horrible healthcare and poverty. But Bruce Wayne decides to use his wealth to come up with better crime-fighting gadgets instead of actually helping those in need.” Derek started, voice even and serious, “Batman never kills anyone because of his "no killing" policy except the time when he does.

In the movie Batman Begins, Batman decides to save the life of a criminal by killing the entire League of Shadows. Also with all the high-end technology at his disposal, Bruce Wayne doesn't create a facility that is more secure than Arkham.

Considering that Arkham is extremely incompetent, why has Batman never come up with a facility to keep the villains in? How many times have supervillains broken out of the notoriously bad Arkham prison? Maybe with all his knowledge and technological prowess, he should have built a high-security prison to keep the villains in check. But he didn’t.” 

Stiles’ mouth is wide open, unable to speak. 

John laughs and encourages Derek to keep going. 

And the wolf does so. 

“When Batman can recover from a broken spine twice, why didn't he help out Barbara Gordon when Joker paralysed her? He also gets all his underage sick-kicks killed or seriously hurt. And are you forgetting when Batman almost single-handedly got the other Justice League members killed when his extra-ordinarily stupid data folder - which contained plans to kill other Justice League members -was stolen by Ra's al Ghul and it almost got everyone else killed.” 

Stiles stammered, coughed, stammered again then huffed. “God damn it, Derek! You make really good stupid points. How- fuck!” 

“Language!” The Sheriff laughed, taking away the empty plates and put them in the sink. 

“Fine! But I still think he’s awesome! I mean, the whole thing about him being just an ordinary man is like a huge inspirational factor. Underneath it all, he's just a human that fights for justice.” 

“Yet he has a lot more power and money than any ordinary man and he doesn’t do anything actually charitable with it. Instead he builds himself a bat suit and drives around in his 50 million dollar car.” Derek argued. 

“His Bat signal is iconic!” 

“So is Superman’s hope sign.” 

“Batman’s a master tactician!” 

“But he uses it for violence.” 

“His voice is deep and sexy!” 

“His voice is fake and overdramatic.” 

“Take that back!” 

“No.” 

“Take it back!” 

“No.” 

“Boys!” John cut in, hands up to signal them to be quiet, “Calm your horses and continue this debate upstairs so I don't have to hear.” 

“Fine! Come on, Der.” Stiles huffed, tugging the wolf up the stairs and into his room. 

Derek allowed the boy to guide him and when the door closed behind him, he allowed himself to wander around the room as if seeing it for the first time. 

Stiles flopped on his bed, eyes on the ceiling, belly full and content. “I can’t believe you don’t like Batman, dude. Your favourite superhero is an old man with metal bones.” 

“Wolverine is more then just a man with metal bones, Stiles.” 

“Still! Batman is so much cooler than Logan. I mean I get why you like him. He’s fought in nearly every war, survived bombs, fires, being shot and a lot more. He can regenerate his skin which is pretty dope. And his claws are snazzy. And Hugh Jackman is hot. You know what, I take back my statement. Logan is so much better than Batman but I wouldn’t call Batman a bad superhero. Wait! Is that the reason you look and act so much like wolverine is because you like him so much. Like the leather jacket, the growling, the fearless, the lone wolf type thing. I mean you could totally play the next wolverine in the next movie! That would be so cool. Seriously, Derek! Derek. Derek?” Stiles sat up and looked at the wolf who was standing motionless with his back facing Stiles. Something was wrong. 

“Der? Derek, what’s wrong?” 

The wolf slowly turned around and in his clawed hands was Stiles’ notebook. The same notebook Stiles had been using when he was studying Autism. 

Every note, symptom, comment of Autism and Derek was written on the pages. 

And the heart-breaking look of Derek’s face made Stiles’ smile evaporate faster than water droplets dripping on summer concrete.  

“I-I can-” 

“What is this, Stiles?!” The wolf waved the notebook around angrily, “What the hell is this?!”

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5 - Finding it hard to say how you feel.  

“I can explain!” Stiles stood up and when he stepped closer to Derek, the wolf took a step back. “D-Derek,” 

“H-How long have you known?! How did you know?!” When Stiles’ didn’t answer, Derek shifted, anger flooding his features, “Tell me!” 

“I-I found out three months ago. I went to the station to see my dad and I snooped around on his desk and saw your file…” Tears filled the boy’s brown doe eyes, “There was a letter- a child therapist-” 

“Davidson?” 

Stiles nodded. 

Derek threw the notebook against the wall, “You had no right to read that!” 

“I know, Der. I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! But after I  learned of your diagnosis, I thought-” 

“Wait a minute.” Derek cut him off, “You-- you only started hanging out with me because you found out I was - Oh my god! You did! Fuck! S-So what was this, Stiles? You wanted to befriend the retard? Why?! To make yourself feel better?!” 

Tears fell down Stiles’ face, “Wh- No! Der, no! That’s not true a-and don’t call yourself that!” 

“Why not?! It’s true!” Derek’s eyes shined with fury and his fangs grew with every pulse of rage, “You wouldn’t be the first person to use me. To act like my friend for their own gain.” 

“Derek. Let me explain!” Stiles pleaded. 

But the wolf wasn’t having it. “No! No! I thought this time I'd be different! I thought you’d be different! “ He tugged at his hair, breathing erratically, “I thought you actually liked me!” 

“I do! I do! I promise, Der! I do. I really like you and I love who you are!” 

“Why?! Because I’m some sort of project?! Some sort of Science Experiment?!” 

“N-No!” Stiles sobbed, wanting nothing more than to gather Derek up in his arms but instead he stayed where he was. “I wanted to know you. The real you! The one you’ve hid away. I wanted to help you. I wanted to be there for you. Ple-” 

Derek attacked him, throwing him against the wall, fully shifted and completely out of control as he caged the human with his body. 

“Derek! Derek! P-Please. Please, Derek. It’s me. It’s me. Please.” 

Derek then roared in Stiles’ face before running to the window, opening it and jumping out and disappearing into the woods across the street. 

---

Stiles was panting as he reached the Hale house. 

From outside he could hear crashing and wood snapping from inside the building. Roars and growls of anguish and whimpers of sorrow. 

Stiles ran in, seeing Derek destroying the place further, books flying, the wooden panels of the floors and crumbling bricks being thrown against already fragile walls. 

“Derek!” Stiles screamed but the wolf continued to punch and claw at the exposed plaster. “Derek! Let me explain, please!” 

“You don’t have to explain anything!” Derek shouted back, half shifted and eyes wild, “I just thought that this entire thing was real!” 

Stiles was crying again, hating the look of Derek breaking down, all because of him, “It is! It’s real, Der!” 

“No it’s not!” 

“It is!” 

“Stop lying to me!” 

“I- I’m not! Derek, please. I’m not lying! Y-You have always been someone I’ve wanted to know personally. T-This just made me realise that there is truly more to you that I could ever predict! I-I love the person you are. The bond and relationship we have can never be fake, Der. I’m so sorry I’ve destroyed your trust and I-I get it if you d-don't want me around anymore.” 

Derek panted, looking at Stiles teary eyed and exhausted, “That’s the thing, Stiles. Logically, you should be the last person I want to see right now. B-But I- I - You’re confusing me! I-I-'' He growled in frustration, turning back and punching the wall once more, splitting his knuckles more and blood soaked the skin of the wolf’s hands. 

Stiles ran to the wolf, holding onto Derek’s hands with his own to stop him from hurting further, “Stop! Please don’t hurt yourself!” He then cupped Derek’s cheek, using his thumb to sooth away a tear that had escaped. “Just tell me how you feel.” 

“I don’t- I don’t know.” His breathing increased. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Stiles soothed, “Breathe with me. In and out. There. Good. No rush, Der. No rush.” 

After a minute, Derek spoke, quiet and nervous, “I-I’m not mad. I just didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to see me as a freak.” 

“You’re not a freak.” 

“I-I was scared.” 

“Of what?” Stiles asked. And when he didn’t get an answer, he asked again, this time stroking his cheek once more, “Of what, Der?” 

Derek went to look down but Stiles held his gaze strong. The wolf sighed in defeat, “Y-You leaving me.” 

Stiles wanted to wrap this man in bubble wrap, hold him and never let go. 

“I’m not going to leave you.” He said firmly, yet soft and warm. 

Derek choked out a small sob, tears falling, “Please don’t leave me.”

Stiles brought him to his chest, cradling the wolf’s head and kissing the top of his crown.

 “I won’t.” He said, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

After a while - once they’ve cleaned up the books, stacking them back up to Derek’s liking. - Stiles laid down next to Derek in his corner and let the wolf snuggle into his neck. 

As Derek fell asleep, the feeling of Stiles’ fingers gliding through his hair, the other boy’s heartbeat lulling him, Derek reached out to wrap his arm around Stiles’ waist. He pulled him flushed against him and Stiles blushed lightly as to how close they were but he said nothing. Instead he kept playing with Derek’s hair, holding the wolf and watching as he drifted off to the land of peaceful sleep.

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6 - Taking things very literally -  not understanding sarcasm or phrases like "break a leg”. 

A new werewolf was in town which put Derek on edge. 

The entire McCall pack met up at Stiles’ place and Derek was just pacing around, trying to soothe himself as Scott rambled on about nonsense. 

“We don’t know the new wolf’s intentions.” He said, “I say we introduce ourselves.” 

“And if that doesn’t work?” Isaac said, crossing his arms. 

“We do things that get him to understand that we’re not a threat. Actions speak louder than words.” 

“Actions don’t speak at all.” Derek voiced, looking down at his shoes as he spoke. 

To everyone else, they assumed Derek was just being sassy but Stiles knew better. 

“I say we just keep an eye on him.” Stiles said. 

Erica slumped at her place next to Stiles on the couch, half sitting in Boyd’s lap, “I say we kill them before they try and kill us.” 

“No killing, Erica.” Stiles rolled his eyes, “Not unless it’s necessary.” 

Lydia and Allison laughed at the reaction. 

Boyd looked up at Derek who was stewing in rage at the far end of the room, “What do you think, Derek?” 

“He’s not the Alpha here! I am!” Scott huffed, red eyes shining. 

Derek’s chest rumbled with distaste, “Then act like it and tell us what to do!” 

Scott stepped forward, trying to intimidate the born wolf but Derek didn’t back down. 

Stiles ran in between them, hand on each of their chests to separate them further, “That’s enough. No fighting. Especially not in the house.” He turned to Scott, “What do you want to do?” 

“Introduce ourselves.” 

“Okay. Then that’s what we do but you have to assume the worst so you can keep the pack safe.” 

“Don’t tell me how to run the pack, Stiles.” Scott growled. 

“Don’t talk to him like that!” Derek growled back. 

“Der, calm down.” Stiles turned to Derek and reached out to squeeze the wolf’s hand. 

Derek squeezed back, liking the way Stiles soothed him in stressful situations. But Scott continued. 

“Seriously! What is with you and him, Stiles?!” The Alpha shouted, “You didn’t hang out with me the other day because you were with him! ” 

“I am allowed other friends, Scott!” 

“Not when it’s him!” 

“Why not him?!” Stiles frowned, hand still holding Derek’s. 

“He’s creepy!” Scott huffed, “And… weird!” 

“And I’m not? We all are! I mean, who in this group is even remotely normal?!” 

Derek answered, voice low, “Probably Lydia.” 

Stiles made a ‘Huh.’ face, “You’re probably right.” 

“Hey!” Lydia whined from her spot, “I don’t want to be boring!” 

“Fine!” Scott went back to yelling, “I’ll make a note that Lydia is the normal one of the pack!” 

Derek frowned, “Would you like a pen and paper?” 

“What?” 

“To make the note…” 

“See what I mean?! Weird!” 

Stiles stepped forward, “That’s enough, Scott!” 

“No! You’re my best friend! I’m the Alpha! And I don’t like this new friendship you have with him! I mean, look! You’re holding hands!” 

The entire pack looked at Derek and Stiles’ joined hands. Some looked confused, others looked smug. 

“I fucking knew it.” Erica said to Boyd. 

Stiles ignored them and focused on Scott, “I don’t care! I like him! And you don’t get to tell me what to do!” 

“I am your Alpha!” Scott then grabbed Stiles’ arm tightly, pulling the human away from Derek. 

Derek growled in warning, grabbing Scott’s arm, “Let. Go. Now.” 

Scott’s eyes flashed, “Or What?” 

“I’ll make you.” 

“Good luck with that.” 

“Thank you.” And before anyone else said a word, Derek punched the Alpha in the face, forcing Scott to let go of Stiles. Scott stumbled back before shifting and attacking Derek, tackling him to slam into the wall. 

Everyone was up and rushing over. Derek roared in fury, slashing his claws into Scott’s back. 

Scott punched Derek’s face again and again until blood poured from Derek’s nose and mouth. Derek then used his legs to kick Scott off of him before flipping round and pinning Scott against the floor, slashing the smaller man’s chest. 

“Stop! Stop it!” Stiles screamed but the wolves weren’t listening, too caught up in their rage. 

“Take him down, Hale!” Erica cheered. 

“Erica!” Lydia gasped. 

“What?” 

Allison took out her gun and quickly aimed at Derek. 

“No!” Stiles stood in front of the gun, and Boyd quickly took the gun from Allison with a growl. 

Derek roared again, his own blood dripping onto Scott as he grabbed Scott’s face. 

Scott struggled under the strength of Derek even though he was the Alpha, Derek was a born wolf with much more strength and stamina. 

“Derek!” Stiles pleaded. 

Derek turned to look at the human and in that moment of distraction, Scott pounced, punching him in the jaw, making him fall over. Scott jumped on top of him, hitting and clawing at him. 

“Scott! Please! Stop!” 

Erica joined Stiles, “Stop it, you dick!” 

Isaac joined in too,  “This is insane!” 

Derek then suddenly caught Scott’s fist, twisting it harshly and smiling when hearing the crunching of bone. Scott yelped out and Derek slammed the smaller wolf’s body against the far wall, watching him drop like a rag doll. 

Scott crumbled, breathing laboured. He didn’t have the energy to get back up. 

Derek stood up, swaying slightly with blood soaking his shirt and skin. 

He won. 

Then something happened. 

Scott gasped, looking up, his blazing red eyes suddenly melting into blue. 

Derek did the same, gasping and flashing his own eyes and Stiles watched in amazement as blood red oozed into Derek’s blue ones. His wounds healing rapidly and he tilted his head as if to stretch the ache out of his muscles. 

“What the fuck just happened?” Allison demanded. 

“Scott submitted to Derek.” Isaac said, in awe.

“He’s no longer Alpha.” Lydia smirked, “Derek is.”

Allison rushes to Scott, helping him sit up. 

Stiles went to Derek, putting a hand on his bicep, “Der? How do you feel?” 

“I don’t know.” He thought for a moment, “Taller, Lighter, Stronger.” He looked at Scott and went to him, “I’m sorry we fought.” 

Scott snarled, “Get away from me.” 

“Scott.” Stiles said, “You need to get your head out of your ass, dude. You were drunk with power and turned into a mega douchebag. This can be a good thing.” 

“Fuck you.” Scott panted, “You were supposed to be my friend! And you side with him!” 

“Scotty-” 

“No!” He stood up with Allison helping him. He looked like a walking corpse. “We’re done.” And the two left. Derek looked at the rest of the pack who were watching the newly formed Alpha for instructions. They looked like children waiting for the teacher’s guidance, wanting to do a good job. 

“Uh. W-What do you- Uh.” 

Stiles cut him off, voice firm, “I’m going to polish up this mess and help the Alpha get cleaned up. Why don’t you lot go on home and we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

The beta’s nodded and went to do as they were told. Erica hugged Derek and Boyd shook his hand before they all left the Stilinski house. 

Without words, Derek helped Stiles clean up the place, fixing the furniture and shelving's while Stiles mopped the blood off of the floor. Once done, Stiles took Derek by the hand and guided him up the stairs and into the bathroom. 

“Take off your shirt.” 

Derek does so and Stiles lets himself inspect every muscle, body hair and wound before filling the sink up with hot water, dipping a cloth in so it can soak. 

“Thank you.” Stiles whispered. 

Derek frowned, “For what?” 

“You defended my honour.” He smirked, “Scott can be such a prick sometimes. I’m sorry about him.” 

“No need to apologise.” 

Stiles could tell that Derek was losing himself in his own head so he cupped his cheek, “Hey.” When Derek looked up at him, “Are you okay?” 

“I’m… overwhelmed.” 

“That’s normal… in this situation anyways.” He smiled warmly, “Is there anything I can do?” 

Derek stayed quiet. Stiles took the cloth and started to wash the blood off of Derek’s skin, being extra careful around the still tender wounds that were in the process of closing. 

“My mother was the Alpha.” Derek spoke, almost in a whisper. “She was a good Alpha. She knew what she was doing.” 

“I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it, Der. I know it’s scary and all so sudden but I know you can do a great job.” 

“I’m Autistic, Stiles. How the hell am I going to do this?!” 

Stiles stopped his movements, “Do you really think that just because you’re Autistic means that you can’t do something great?” 

Derek shrugged. 

Stiles began to wash again, and spoke, “Dan Aykroyd - The dude who wrote ghostbusters. He’s Autistic.  Anthony Hopkins - One of the best actors of his generation. He’s Autistic.  Tim Burton - Who’s made amazing movies like Coraline, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Sweeney Todd. He’s Autistic.” 

“Stiles-” 

Stiles ignored him and carried on, “Henry Cavendish - The Scientist that discovered hydrogen. Autistic. Charles Darwin, Emily Dickinson, Michelangelo, Sir Isaac Newton, Leonardo da Vinci! Hell, even Einstein himself. All Autistic.” Stiles cupped Derek’s cheeks again, making him look into his eyes so he can absorb how serious Stiles is, “Never doubt yourself, Derek. Not because of your autism. You hold so much greatness, bravery, love. I know that you will be a great protector, guide and Alpha.” 

Derek’s eyes watered and he leaned his forehead against Stiles’ wrapping his arms around the smaller boy’s waist. 

“Thank you, Stiles.” 

Stiles smiled, soothing out the Alpha’s hair, “You’re welcome, Der.”

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7 - Having the same routine every day and getting very anxious if it changes. 

Adapting to the Alpha role was hard for Derek as the betas started to show up at his house on random occasions. 

When they did in the middle of when Stiles and Derek usually spent the time comfortably talking about books, Derek yelled at the pack for ruining his routine. 

After Stiles managed to calm the Alpha down, he went on to create a different routine that accommodates both Derek and the betas. 

On Mondays and Fridays, 5pm to 8pm, the pack would train with Derek. On those days, Derek helped the beta’s use techniques to remain in control even under attack. Stiles would watch on the side lines with a huge grin on his face, watching the pack fight each other under Derek’s guidance. Everyone could see that Derek tried so hard to be the Alpha they deserved, writing down routines for each pack member to follow to help train their wolf side. He did get a bit unsettled when one of the beta’s didn’t show up for training, not liking that he had to change them around so each had a partner. Stiles helped him during those moments, offering himself and doing light training with Isaac. 

One Tuesdays and Thursdays, Stiles and Derek spent the day together, watching movies and reading books. 

On Wednesday, Derek had dinner at the Stilinski house. John would cook and talk with Derek about how his time at the community college was going. He started going on Saturdays. Once a week just for a few hours so he isn’t overwhelmed and it has been going really well. Stiles would ramble about Derek with pride, telling his dad all about how the Alpha was with the pack and how good his schoolwork was as Stiles would always proofread his work for him. 

On Saturdays, Derek was at School. 

And Sundays, the pack would go to the Stilinski house for movie night and dinner. Stiles would cook as his dad was on night shift and Derek would sit by Stiles on the couch, a blanket on his lap, relaxed and truly happy for the first time in so long. 

After a few weeks in the new routine, Derek was at a place in life where he was proud and happy. 

And Stiles was just as proud. 

During one of their usual Tuesday dinner sessions, Stiles smiling like a maniac as he listened to Derek talk about his one on one training spar with Boyd. 

Derek frowned at Stiles, “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“I’m just… so proud of you, Der.” 

A red tint blossomed on Derek’s cheeks and he looked down at his half eaten steak. 

“I mean it, Derek. You’re doing so amazing with the betas.” He said, leaving his own plate behind so he could shuffle closer to the wolf, tilting his head up so he could see the flushed beautiful face of Derek Hale, “You should be proud of yourself. This pack is strong and only getting stronger. Isaac’s anxiety is manageable now, Erica’s stamina is improving, Boyd is talking more and Jackson’s anger issues are so much better ever since you took charge. I think you becoming Alpha was the best thing for those puppies. Scott never could’ve done this. He was like a child playing with toys but you- you respect and know from the experiences of being a born wolf what this pack needs. And you're managing it so well.” 

They looked at one another, both smiling and content. 

Derek’s chest tightened and the wolf in him was howling with joy. He blushed harder. 

These feelings for Stiles were nothing new but that didn’t mean it didn’t catch him off guard whenever his stomach fluttered or the hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. Or when Stiles would bend over during training and Derek’s red eyes automatically land on the plumpness of his ass. 

“Well, I’m just glad you’re the Alpha.” Stiles chuckled lightly and before Derek knew it, he leaned over and kissed Derek’s forehead before going back to his plate of curly fries and nuggets, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth like nothing happened. 

Derek’s heart stopped for a moment and the skin where Stiles’ lips touched vibrated with energy. His body wanted to move, to jump up and down in excitement and stim like his life depended on it but he didn’t. He hasn’t allowed himself to stim like that for a long time. So his masking side came forth, making his face blank with emotion and finishing off his steak in a single bite so he could focus on chewing. 

--- 

Stiles was running late for training and it made Derek pace the yard as his betas watched in worry. 

“I’m sure he’s fine, Derek.” Boyd tried to reassure. 

“He’s never late.” The Alpha huffed, pulling his phone back out of his pocket to call the human. He growled and threw his phone down, “Fuck!” 

“Voicemail again?” Erica asked, already knowing. 

“Do you want us to go look for him?” Isaac itched to help. 

“He’s fine, guys!” Jackson rolled his eyes, “So he’s a little late. It happens.”  

Derek continued to pace, “He’s Thirty-Seven minutes late. He knows its training today. He knows. And he’s Thirty-Seven minutes late and not answering his phone!” 

“Calm down, Alpha.” Erica stepped forward but stopped when Derek stepped back, clearly overwhelmed with worry. “Me and Boyd will go and look for him.” 

Boyd nodded, already agreeing. 

“Okay. But just-” Derek then stopped, tilting his head as if to hear something. The familiar sound of the jeep stopping. And soon, Stiles was running towards them, panting and waving. 

“I’m so sorry I'm late, guys. But my jeep ran out of gas and as I was about to call you, Der, my phone died. Then the gas station I was at had no gas so I had to go to the next town over on foot, walk back to put gas in and drive here.” Stiles explained. 

The betas laughed and began to joke about Stiles’ bad luck but Derek wasn’t laughing. He was too busy trying to get his hands to stop shaking. 

Noticing, Stiles went over to the Alpha. “Der? You with me?” 

“Y-You were late. You weren’t answering my calls. I thought s-something happened.” Derek replied in a quiet, shaky voice. 

Stiles cupped the wolf’s cheek, smiling when Derek leaned into the touch. “I’m here. I’m sorry I scared you but I’m okay. Look. All in one piece.” 

Derek nodded, then hugged his friend tightly, head buried in the neck so he could breath in the amazing scent of Stiles. Reminding himself that Stiles was here and he was alive. 

When they pulled apart, Stiles jumped. He looked like those cartoons when they had a lightbulb go off over their head. “I almost forgot! I got you all drinks and snacks. They’re in my car. Wait here!” He then ran back to his jeep. Derek watching him go. 

“Why don’t you ask him out already?” Erica asked with a smirk, rolling up alongside her Alpha. 

Derek looked at her with wide eyes, “W-What?” 

His betas laughed once more. 

“You asking Stiles out on a date.” Erica looked too smug for Derek’s liking, “Y’know, going out to a fancy restaurant, talking, kissing in the back seat of the camaro at the end of the night.” 

“I-I-” 

“We all know you like him.” Isaac chimed in, “And he likes you. Why not just ask him out?” 

“I’ve - uh- I’ve never-” 

“Wait! You’ve never asked anyone out on a date before?” Erica looked on in disbelief. 

“No. I haven’t.” Derek confirmed, “H-How do you ask someone on a date?” 

“Just say, ‘You’re hot. Wanna bang?’” Jackson suggested, unhelpfully. 

Boyd hit him in the arm, “Asshole.” 

Erica shook her head at Jackson before turning back to Derek, “Just go up to him, compliment him, give him flowers and say ‘Would you like to go on a date with me?’. There. Simple.” 

Derek took in the information and nodded, “Okay. I’ll do it now.” 

“Woah Woah Woah. Wait there, stud.” She stopped him, “Not now. Do it where it’s more private. Go to his house tomorrow, knock on his door and when he answers it, then you can ask him.” 

Derek agreed to it and his betas looked more excited then he felt. 

Just then, Stiles came rushing back carrying bags of snacks and drinks, struggling as one of the bags started to split, “Help me, you idiots!” 

Boyd and Jackson went to the rescue, laughing at the smaller boy’s struggle. 

“Oh, honey. You’re not on your game today, are you?” Erica teased, ruffling Stiles’ hair. 

Jackson smirked, “When had he ever on game?” 

“Oh shut it, Lizard boy!” Stiles huffed, hands on his hips. 

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Stiles was getting ready to go to Derek’s when he heard a knock on his door. 

He went skipping down the stairs, not thinking much of it as he opened the door.

And there stood Derek, looking tense… almost nervous. A hand behind his back, hair freshly done and in his cleanest leather jacket. 

“Hey! What are you doing here, big guy? I usually come to you.” 

Derek nodded, smiled a little too forcefully then said, “Hello, Stiles. You look very good today. Here.” He presented Stiles some white lilies from behind his back, arm out and stiff, “These are for you. Would you like to go on a date with me?” 

Stiles’ eyes went so wide, Derek was scared that the balls would pop out of their sockets. 

He took the flowers, flabbergasted, blushing and speechless for the first time in his life. 

“Really?!” He said finally, smiling like Derek hung the moon and stars just for him. 

“Yes.” Derek said, serious. 

“I would love to go on a date with you.” 

“Really?!” Derek mimicked and smiled back at Stiles. “Great! I-I’ll pick you up Saturday. 6pm.” 

“Sounds good.” Stiles went to put the lilies in some water before going back out front to see Derek already gone, along with his car. He didn’t realise that Stiles was hoping for a ride with Derek. Stiles just chuckled to himself before getting in his jeep and driving off.

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8 - Not understanding social "rules", such as not talking over people. 

Derek was nervous. 

Erica had picked out his outfit, a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark jeans and freshly polished black shoes. She had also styled his hair and trimmed his nose hair - which he hated. 

“Now remember to get him flowers, open the door for him and pay for the meal.” She reminded him. 

“He’s a dude. I doubt Stiles wants more flowers.” Jackson complained from the back. 

“He said he liked the lilies I got him.” Derek argued. 

Erica looked smugly at Jackson - like she was saying ‘I told you so’ with her sassy eyebrows. 

As he stood on the Stilinski porch, Daisies in hand and wallet filled with money. He clenched and unclenched his free fist, letting the nails dig into his palm as he breathed in deep, trying to get his pulse slower. 

After a moment, he knocked on the door. 

He expected Stiles, but what he got instead was John Stilinski. 

“Derek.” John greeted, offering his hand for Derek to shake. 

Derek stared at the palm for a second too long before going ‘Oh!’ and shook the hand. “Sir.” 

“Stiles is very excited about tonight. He’ll be down in a minute.” The Sheriff explained. 

Derek rocked side to side, anxious, “Okay.” 

“You okay, son?” 

“I’m nervous.” He said honestly. 

“About what?” 

“Screwing up. I… I haven’t been on a proper date before. I just want this to go right.” 

“Would you like some advice from an old man?” 

“What old man?” 

John chuckled, “Thank you for the ego boost. I was referring to me, Derek. Would you like some advice from me?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“It doesn’t matter what you do, where you go, how you act, what you eat. As long as you’re with someone special, it will go exactly how it’s supposed to.” He told him, putting a hand on Derek’s shoulder, “Now. Tell me. Is my son special to you?” 

“Your son is the reason I am the man I am today. He’s helped me though my own demons, helped me understand my brain better than any therapist or child psychologist. All without judgement or pressure. He is kind, loyal, funny, smart… everything that makes him so much better than I am. I don’t deserve someone like him but I promise to try my hardest to make him happy. He is special to me, sir. More than you know.” 

John smiled, satisfied. 

“Dad! You better not be interrogating him!” Stiles said, pushing through the door so he was in front of Derek. “Hey, Der. Woah. You look amazing.” 

“Here. I got you daisies this time. Tell me if you hate them so I can get you something better next time.” 

“They’re lovely, Derek. Thank you.” He turned to his dad, “Can you put them in some water?” 

“Sure.” John nodded, taking the flowers from his son, “You two have fun. Be careful and, Derek, I want him home by midnight.” 

“Dad!” 

Derek nodded, determined, “Yes, Sir.” 

Stiles was dressed in a blue button down, a small black waistcoat that hugged his waist and black jeans. Derek offered Stiles his elbow and Stiles took it with a bite of his lower lip. 

“Such a gentleman.” He joked. 

Derek shrugged, “Erica told me what to do.” 

“Well, remind me to tell her thank you.” 

When they got to the camaro, Stiles opened the door to get in but Derek stopped him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m meant to do that.” Derek said, shutting the door before opening it again for Stiles. And Stiles beamed as he got into the car, feeling like a princess. 

When they got to the restaurant, Derek opened the car and entrance door for Stiles and Stiles thanked the wolf, over the moon. He knew that deep down Derek was only doing this because he thought that he needed to under instructions and not because he wanted to but Stiles loved it anyways. 

As they sat into the booth, Stiles looked around in awe. “This place looks expensive.” 

“Jackson said it was a good restaurant.” 

“That explains it.” 

The waiter came up to them and asked them if they wanted anything to drink. Derek ordered water while Stiles ordered some red wine. 

“So tell me, Der. What made you want to ask me out on a date?” Stiles asked, hand under his chin as he gazed at the wolf with soft eyes. 

“I’ve had feelings for you for a while. The betas just gave me the push to ask you out.” 

“You told the pack?” 

“Yeah. Well, I have never asked someone out before and I asked for help.” 

“I’m glad you did.” Stiles grinned, “I have feelings for you too, by the way.” 

Derek smiled back, “Good.” 

Their drinks came and they were given menus. 

As Stiles looked at the menu, he almost had a heart attack looking at the prices. “Fuck, Der. This is insanely pricey.” 

“It is? Oh. Well, I don’t mind.” 

“Are you sure? I’m not worth all this.” 

“Stiles,” Derek reached over to put his hand over Stiles’, “You’re worth the finest diamond. I don’t mind spending money on you.” 

Stiles teared up slightly, squeezing Derek’s hand, “You’re sweet.” 

The waiter soon returns, “Would you like to order now?” 

“Yes, please.” Stiles answered after taking a sip of his wine. 

“The specials are-” 

Derek cut him off, “Don’t waste your breath on specials. I would like the rack of ribs, blood beef steak ‘rare’ and the broccoli salad.” 

The waiter looked at Stiles who smiled tightly before writing down the order, “Excellent choice, sir. And you?” 

“Can I have the spaghetti and garlic bread, please.” 

“Very well. I’ll be back once your food is ready.” The waiter said with a smile and left. 

The two looked at each other. 

“So…” Stiles said. 

“So…” Derek mimicked. 

“This is the part where we make small talk.” 

“I hate small talk.” 

“I know. So, if you want to just sit in silence, it’s okay.” 

Derek looked at Stiles in absolute awe, “You’re amazing.” 

Stiles blushed, taking another sip of his wine, “I know.” 

“But I do have to say that I’m very happy you agreed to go on a date with me.” The wolf said, almost shyly. He then looked up at the lights above with a cringed squint, “Even though the lights in this restaurant are uncomfortably loud.” 

“Oh. Are you okay? We could go somewhere else.” 

“No. I’m alright.” 

“Are you sure?” He squeezed Derek’s bicep in concern. 

Derek gave him a small smile, “I’m a werewolf and Autistic. I’ve had my whole life learning to manage overwhelming sensory inducing situations.” 

“Der, listen, if you want to leave, it’s okay. I want you to be comfortable and relaxed on our date.” 

“I-I, uh, I’m not sure what to suggest.” 

Stiles then looked around the room before getting an idea, “Hang on!” He got up and went over to the dimmer switch that was near the entrance. He gently twisted the knob and the bright lights slowly transformed into a soft romantic hue. The other people in the restaurant seemed to like the new setting, cosying closer to each other and sharing intimate whispers. Satisfied, Stiles went back to his seat, smiling at Derek. “Better?” 

Overwhelmed with love and affection, Derek reached over to hold Stiles hands in his larger ones, “You are amazing.” 

“You’ve said that already.” 

“It keeps being true.” 

Stiles reached up to stroke Derek’s cheek. 

When their food arrived, they both started eating happily. 

“Derek, tell me about your family.” Stiles asked, munching down on his garlic bread. 

Derek tilted his head, “What do you want to know?” 

“Whatever you’re comfortable sharing.” 

“Okay…” Derek put down his cutlery, turning to Stiles so he could have his full attention, “My mother’s name was Talia. She was our Alpha. She was strong, smart, and competitive. She was our protector. Our guidance and strength.” 

“What about your dad?” 

“His name was David. He was more nurturing. He was the one that tucked us into bed, read us bedtime stories. He cooked, cleaned and took us shopping for clothes.” 

“So your dad was a housewife? That’s awesome.” 

“Yeah. Even though he was 6’6, 300 pounds of muscle, he was always the one we went to for comfort and food.” 

Stiles’ eyes widened, “6’6?! Woah. What about your siblings?” 

“Laura and I were twins.” 

“You’re a twin! How come you never told me?!” 

“It didn’t really come up in conversation.” 

“Didn’t- Derek! I accused you of your own twin’s murder when we first met. Maybe it could’ve been brought up then.” 

“Are you mad at me for not telling you?” 

“No. I’m just… surprised.” Stiles chuckled, “What was Laura like?” 

“She was mean. But I loved her. She protected me and even though she would tease me all the time - even when I didn’t know she was teasing me - she would fight anyone who would threaten to hurt me. Especially growing up.” 

“People threatened to hurt you growing up?” 

“Being Autistic at school was tough. I struggled adapting to school, understanding my classmates. I was mute. The teachers hated that I was different. They would put me in a detention hall whenever I was overwhelmed. The other kids in the detention hall were mean to me because they were bullies.” 

“I’m sorry. That must’ve been difficult for you.” 

“It was. But Laura always had my back. She and I took sign language lessons so I could communicate with her.” 

Stiles smiled warmly, “I’m glad you had her.” 

“Me too.” Derek then took a huge bite of his steak. 

“How many siblings did you have?” 

“I was one of six.” The wolf said after swallowing, “Laura and I were the oldest. Then there was Elizabeth. Then Rebecca. Emma then my baby brother Joshua.” 

“What were they like?” 

“Elizabeth wanted to be a doctor. She was incredibly smart. She taught me morse code so we could talk through our bedroom walls.” Derek laughed a little at that, reminiscing, “Rebecca was a huge tomboy. Hated anything pink and sparkly. She used to take my clothes a lot. And she once cut off all her hair with her claws because she wanted to have my haircut. Emma was only six but she had a massive personality. She was mischievous and would prank everyone.” 

“Pranks by a six year old? They couldn’t’ve been that bad.” 

 “She once mixed the salt with the sugar. Dad baked a cake. It was the worst cake I’ve ever tasted.” 

“My god! That’s brilliant.” 

“Joshua was only two years old. He was sweet though. Had the cutest laugh.” Derek’s eyes teared up thinking about his family. 

Stiles reached over to hold Derek’s hand, “I’m so sorry you lost them, Derek.” 

Derek looked at Stiles, “Me too.” 

After eating their meal, they ordered a chocolate cake to share. When it came out, it made their mouths water. Gooey and rich with the finest chocolate, vanilla ice cream on the side with two spoons waiting for them. 

“This looks incredible.” Stiles said, picking up his spoon to dig in. 

Derek did the same. They both groaned in delight at the first bite. And soon began shovelling the cake into their hungry gobs. 

“Can I ask you something about werewolves?” Stiles asked, using a napkin to wipe the chocolate from the corners of his mouth. 

Derek nodded, mouth full. 

“Do they have mates? Like wolves in the wild?” 

Derek nodded again, “Mates are a thing but kinda rare. My mother and father were mates. Mother told me that her wolf knew before she did.” 

“How does that work?” 

“Our inner wolves are a part of us but they can also be seen as something separate. On a full moon or under stress, our wolves can take over. They’re more primal, territorial and violent in some cases. But we are still connected. My mother said her wolf chose my dad but they didn’t become mates until much later when an emotional connection happened.” 

“So, what’s so special about having a mate?” 

“The bond it creates.” He explained, “If you mate under the moon and create a bond, it links you with one another. You can feel what the other feels. You can track them easier and my mother once said that her nose could pick up my dad in the most crowded room - which is impressive.” 

“That’s cool.” Stiles commented before asking, “Do you have one?” 

“Have one what?” 

“A mate?” 

Derek looked at Stiles’ big hopeful eyes, “My wolf has chosen you already, Stiles. But if we mate, it’s a forever type thing.” 

“Wolves mate for life, I know.” 

“You can go off and find someone else but I won’t. I can’t. ” 

“Who says I want to go find someone else?” 

Derek blushed, looking down with a grin. They held hands once more, their desert now finished. 

Derek then paid and they left the restaurant. 

They ended up walking along the preserve, Derek showing Stiles some of his favourite spots to look up at the stars. They walked, hand in hand, under the darkening sky, talking and relaxed. Stiles spoke about his mom, about his dad and childhood. Derek spoke more about his family and about how his schooling is going. They laughed, joked, teased and talked until it got late. 

He parked outside of the Stilinski home sometime after and they both took a deep breath. 

“I had a really nice time with you, Derek.” Stiles said. 

“Me too. With you, though. Not me.” 

“I got it.” He chuckled. 

Derek looked at the human, “Erica said this is the part of the night where we kiss.” 

“Do you want to kiss me?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then we have to stick to the plan.” Stiles cupped Derek’s cheeks and the wolf leaned in, gently grazing his lips over Stiles’ before sinking into the kiss. 

One of the wolf’s hands came to rest on Stiles’ hip and their bodies gravitated towards each other. Chest to chest, hands roaming, kisses getting more and more heated and desperate. 

Stiles felt like he was floating in the clouds, fingertips grazing heaven. 

While Derek’s wolf was howling within his head, demanding him to claim what was his. 

Mate . 

Derek pulled back and leaned his forehead against Stiles’. They both were panting, hands still clutching the clothes of each other.

“It’s 11:52pm.” Derek whispered. 

Stiles frowned, mind freezing, “What?” 

“It’s 11:52pm.” He repeated, pointing at the digital cloak on the dashboard, “Your dad said to bright you home by midnight. We have eight minutes.” 

“It’s okay to be a little late, Der.” He wanted more kisses. 

Derek shook his head violently at that, “I made a vow to your father, Stiles. We must not break it.” 

Stiles sighed, patting Derek’s muscled chest, getting the feeling engraved into his memory … for scientific reasons… before getting out of the car. 

Derek didn’t like that either. Ordering Stiles back in so he could open the door for him. 

Stiles rolled his eyes but did it anyway. 

They walked hand in hand up to the front door. 

“Stiles?” 

“Yes, Der?” 

“H-How would you feel… if we made every Saturday night, date night?” 

Stiles grinned, going on his tiptoes to kiss Derek’s stubbled cheek, “I’d love that.” 

They kissed one last time, soft and sweet. Then Stiles opened the door, went inside and as he closed the door, the two stared at each other. 

“Goodnight, Derek.” 

“Goodnight, Stiles.” 

The door closed and Derek heard the lock click.

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9 - Sometimes becoming non-verbal or selective mute in highly stressful situations. 

It was Sunday. Which meant pack movie night and dinner at the Stilinski house. It had been three weeks since Stiles and Derek’s first date and they’ve had two more since and things were going great. And in that week, Lydia moved to university in Italy which made Derek a little on edge but with Stiles’ help he managed surprisingly well to the change. 

The pack was strong, the Alpha was happier, the nights were peaceful. Everything was falling together for the group nicely. 

On this night, Jackson brought Monopoly over and that's how they ended up in this situation. All on the floor, gathered around an active game of Monopoly, houses, hotels and fake money scattered around chaotically. A forgotten Marvel movie playing behind them as Erica and Jackson argued over how much money they get. 

“We’ve been playing for three hours now! You know the rules! Jackson, give Erica three hundred bucks!” Stiles shouted from his place next to Derek, half on the Alpha’s lap. 

Boyd and Isaac were laughing at the sour face Jackson pulled as he handed the money over. 

“This sucks!” He exclaimed. 

“Sore loser!” Erica yelled back. 

“Cheater!” 

“I didn’t cheat! You’re just shit!” 

“Enough, puppies!” Stiles cut in, “Isaac, your turn.” 

Just as Isaac rolled the dice, a knock was at the door. 

Derek growled, eyes shining at the door. “Scott.” 

“What does he want?” Stiles muttered before opening the door. 

Scott and Allison barged their way in, going into the living room with Stiles trailing behind them, grumbling sarcastically, “Just come in. Make yourself at home.” 

“I’m glad you’re all here.” Scott said, hands clutching a handful of papers. 

Stiles rolled his eyes, “What are you doing here, Scott?” 

“I’ve got something very important to tell you and the pack should know too.” 

Erica frowned, “Know what?” 

“Its something your dear Alpha is hiding from all of you.” 

Then it clicked for Stiles, “Oh no. Scott-” 

But Scott carried on, “I have evidence of your Alpha not being fit to lead this pack!” 

“Scott.” Stiles said carefully, “Don’t. This isn’t your information to share.” 

“Wait! You know?!” The ex-Alpha scoffed, “Of course, you do. Not only are you getting fucked by the freak but now your manipulating the pack with lies!” 

“Who are you calling ‘freak’?!” Boyd yelled, standing. 

“Yeah! Who the fuck do you think you are!” Erica yelled, standing as well. 

“Just let him talk!” Allison chimed in. 

“Who the fuck are you? I’ll kill you and kill him,” She pointed to Scott, “with your fucking dead body!” 

“Everyone! Calm down!” Stiles shouted, “Scott. Really think about what you’re about to do. The Scott I know - The Scott who was my best friend for years - would never do what you’re about to do.” 

“What the hell is going on?!” Jackson asked, confused. 

“Your precious Alpha is more special than you think.” 

“Scott!” 

Scott ignores Stiles and throws the papers he had in his hands at Boyd, “Your Alpha is Autistic.” 

The beta’s gathered around Boyd and read the papers. It was Derek’s official diagnosis. 

“Is this - is this real?” Isaac stammered. 

“Yep.” Scott said, all too proud of himself, “In his medical records and everything.” 

Erica turned to Stiles, “And you knew?” 

“Yes.” 

She then turned to Scott, “And why would you tell us?” 

It was Allison who answered, “We just wanted to make sure you guys were safe with him leading you.” 

Jackson frowned, “What do you mean ‘safe’?” 

“Autistics can be violent and unpredictable.” 

Stiles growled, “He’s Autistic, not a shark!” 

Scott huffed, “All we mean is that, do you really want someone like him being held such a high responsibility?” 

Stiles slapped Scott in the face. A harsh snap of skin being heard through the vibrations of the room. Erica gasped and Jackson giggled behind his palm. 

“You inconsiderate, selfish, good for nothing asshole!” He screamed, race red with fury, “How dare you come in here, disrespect my boyfriend, tell his friends - his betas - his private medical diagnosis without his consent and then proceed to dehumanise him just because his brain works differently!” 

Scott’s own eyes flashed omega yellow, “I did it to protect you!” 

“Bullshit! You did it to boost your damaged ego!” 

“This is really crappy of you, Scott.” Boyd said. 

Isaac nodded, “Yeah. He may be Autistic but he’s a much better Alpha, mentor and friend then you ever were.” 

Erica crossed her arms, “I suggest you leave before shit really hits the fan.” 

Allison scoffed, “Now wait a minute-” 

Erica cut her off, “And you Allison. I can’t believe you’d do this with him. I thought you had at least some compassion but it turns out that you’re just as stupid and selfish as your boyfriend.” 

“It’s a good job you’re pretty,” Jackson said, smirking, “Because if you were as ugly on the outside as you are on the inside, you’d look like if Godzilla fucked a giant pig and gave birth to you. Not good.” 

Scott’s claws grew, “Hey-!” 

“No!” Erica growled back, her own claws growing as Boyd’s fangs flashed, “You don’t get to defend her - or yourself!” 

“No claws!” Stiles warned, going in between Scott and Erica. He then turned to Scott, “I want you out of this house and out of mine and Derek’s lives! Now!” 

“Stiles-” 

“NOW!” 

Allison sighed, pulling Scott out the door, slamming it behind them. 

“Are you okay, Der?” Stiles turned to the pack, but he didn’t see Derek, “Derek? Where’d he go?” 

“He went upstairs when Scott told us he was Autistic.” Isaac said sadly. 

The pack made their way upstairs, finding the Alpha in Stiles’ room. He was on the bed, looking down, hands over his ears with his knees up to his chest. 

“Derek?” Stiles knelt down so he was in Derek’s eyeline. “Derek? Can I come closer?” 

Derek nodded and when Stiles got right up in his space, he collapsed into Stiles, burying his head into Stiles’ neck. As he breathed in the scent of his mate, he found his emotions collapse too. Tears soaking in Stiles’ shirt. Stiles ran his fingers through Derek’s hair. 

“I’m guessing you heard everything, huh?” 

Derek nodded into his shoulder. 

“So you heard us tearing Scott and Allison a new asshole?” Erica asked. 

Derek nodded again. 

Stiles then whispered, “Have you gone non-verbal?” 

Another nod. 

Boyd stepped forward, “We just want you to know that this hasn't changed how we feel about you.” 

“Yeah.” Jackson included, “You’re still a great Alpha.” 

“A kind Friend.” Boyd added. 

“A hot badass werewolf.” Erica added. 

Then Isaac added, “A father figure.” 

The beta’s looked at the youngest pup with confusion. “What?” 

Stiles smirked slightly, “You see Derek as a dad?” 

Erica squealed, “Aw! Daddy Derek.” 

Jackson nudged her, “Does this make Stiles mommy?” 

Derek lifted his head up, chuckling quietly at the banter. 

Stiles cupped his face, “See, Der. Nothing has changed. What Scott did wasn’t okay and you feeling upset and angry is a completely normal reaction.” 

Derek then lifted his hands and started to move then in a way Stiles concluded to be Sign Language. 

“Sorry, honey. I don’t know Sign.” 

“He said he’s not angry.” Isaac said. When everyone looked at him in question, he explained, “I took a two year Sign Language course. I know some basics.” 

Derek then signed again, head down and ashamed. 

“He says he’s embarrassed.” 

“Oh, Der.” Stiles lifted the Alpha’s head up so their eyes could meet, “You have got nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

Boyd agreed, “It’s Scott who should be embarrassed. Acting like a fucking idiot.” 

Jackson rolled his eyes, “He took being an idiot way too far. He’s more like a pathetic douchebag man-child who’s having a temper tantrum.” 

Stiles snorted before turning back to Derek, “See, Der. We love and support you and we don’t see your autism as something to be ashamed of.” 

“And now that we know, we can do more to help you however you want.” Isaac said, smiling. 

Derek smiled back, wet eyed but less tense. He signed again. 

“He said he’s grateful.” Isaac translates. 

Boyd smiled crookedly, “We’re here for you because you’re always here for us.” 

Erica nodded, “We’re pack and no matter what, we’ve got each other’s backs.” 

“Can we have a group hug now?” Jackson half-heartedly joked. 

When Derek nodded in consent, the pack crowded around him and Stiles, hugging each other tightly and letting Derek melt in the arms of love and acceptance. 

After a while, they pulled apart. 

“How about we go finish our game of Monopoly?” Stiles suggested. 

Everyone cheered and Isaac asked if he could pick the next movie to watch. 

“Sure, puppy.” He told him, grinning at Isaac’s excited face. 

As they went down the stairs, Derek held onto Stiles’ hand, squeezing it. 

“Prepare to get your ass kicked, Jackson!” Erica called, running to get to the board game first. 

Jackson ran after her, “In your dreams!” 

Stiles rolled his eyes at Derek, “Kids.” 

That made Derek laugh.

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10 - Not adapting to physical change well, always needing to be in control of their safe environment. 

“Hey, Derek?” 

“Mm?” 

“Have you thought about re-constructing the Hale house? Y’know, re-building it so we can use it as a pack house?” 

Isaac’s question made Derek freeze and Stiles just knew this was going to go bad. 

Boyd agreed with Isaac, not knowing the distress their Alpha is in, “That’s actually a good point.” 

“We could all live together!” Erica cheered, “That would be awesome!” 

“Yeah!” Jackson huffed from where he was training, “I better get the biggest bedroom.” 

“Don’t be stupid. Derek and Stiles would obviously get the biggest.” 

“Not fair!” 

With every word, Derek got more upset. Pacing the treeline of the preserve, hands clawed and eyes flashing. 

“Der-” Stiles tried but it was too late. 

“Everyone shut up!” The Alpha shouted, face shifting, “No one is touching my house! No rebuilding! No makeover! No replacements!” 

“Derek, it’s not about replacing-” 

“You want to change my family’s house! Rearrange it, decorate it! No! M-My house.” Stiles watched in horror as Derek dug his claws into the skin of his forearm, “No!” 

“It’s okay, Der. It’s-” 

“NO IT’S NOT!” He dug the claws deeper, blood gushing. 

“Stop it! You’re hurting yourself!” Stiles’ eyes filled with tears as he pleaded. 

Isaac cried out, “I’m sorry for suggesting it! Please stop!” 

Erica called out apologies as well but nothing was working.  

Jackson looked at Stiles in panic, “What is happening?!” 

“He’s having a meltdown!” 

“What do we do?!” Erica asked, trying to comfort and now crying Isaac. 

“Just calm down, shut up and let me think!” Stiles said to the betas before stepping timidly towards Derek, “Honey. I need you to calm down for me.” 

“No one! No one touches it!” Derek continued to shout, stuck in his head, claws scratching the inside of his arm, making his flesh look like it was being shredded by a woodchipper. 

“Derek, please listen to me! No one is touching the house! It hasn’t changed!” 

“Oh fuck.” Jackson gulped as the blood of his Alpha soaked the soil. 

“Derek!” Stiles cried out, “Please!” 

Before Stiles could stop him, Derek shifted into his wolf form, appearing as a huge black beast with red eyes, huge fangs and threatening claws. The discarded ripped to shreds clothes soiled into the dirt below the massive paws. 

He then howled a long pitiful howl, filled with pain and fear. 

He then ran into the woods with a speed equivalent to a blink. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. 

“No!” 

The betas started panicking more, jitty and wolves itching at the surface. 

“What do we do?!” Jackson asked Stiles loudly. 

Erica held onto a totally distraught Isaac, “Do we follow him?!” 

“N-No. Not all of us. It will just overwhelm him more. I’ll go.” He motioned to the betas, “Go home. Erica, stay with Isaac. Come on, puppy. Keep your chin up. I’ll go get our Alpha.” 

Sniffling, Isaac looked up at Stiles, red puffy eyes and leaking nose, “Will he be okay?” 

“He’ll be fine. I’ll look after him.” He promised, ruffling Isaac’s hair. 

Boyd stopped him from entering the woods, “Are you sure it’s safe for you to go out there alone?” 

Stiles nodded confidently, “He’d never hurt me.” 

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It took Stiles nearly an hour to find Derek. 

Roaming the woods, looking in every bush, trunk, nook and cranny. 

He finally found him near the creek, shifted back into human. Unapologetically naked and staring at the ripples with his feet dangled off the bank so he could splash his toes in the water. 

Stiles carefully made his way over, gently putting a hand on top of the Alpha’s head to soothingly stroke the hairs. 

“Hey, Der.” He whispered. 

Derek closed his eyes, leaning in to the touch. And Stiles’ could see the flushed post-cry redness on the Alpha’s cheeks and it made his heart sink into his stomach. 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Mm.” 

“Gone non-verbal again?” 

“No.” Derek replied, voice deep and gravely like he’d been screaming, “Just thinking.” 

Stiles hummed, leaning down to kiss Derek’s forehead before sitting down beside the wolf, trying desperately not to look at the naked man’s dick. They may have been dating for six months now but they still haven’t done anything more than make out and a little dry humping. Derek wanted to go slow because of his PTSD from Kate and the fact he found the idea of sex very overwhelming. And Stiles was totally okay with that. He’s gone twenty years without sex, what’s a little longer. At least he has a boyfriend. A smoking hot boyfriend - who was sitting naked right beside him. No. Naughty, Stiles. 

Stiles took off his flannel over-shirt and draped it over Derek’s lap. 

“Thanks.” Derek said, eyes firmly on the water, “I’m sorry for freaking out.” 

“Don’t apologise, honey.” 

“B-But I- I- uh,” 

“Hey.” He reached out and held onto Derek’s hand tightly, “I’m here to listen to whatever is on your mind.” 

“Why?” 

“I’m your boyfriend. That’s my job.” 

“A job is something you get paid to do. What do you get in return?” The wolf frowned. 

Stiles smiled brightly, “I get to be yours and you get to be mine. It’s a win-win situation.” 

Derek blushed but smiled, squeezing Stiles’ hand. 

“So, what is going on in that beautiful hard head of yours?” He asked when Derek soon went back to frowning. 

“Wh-What Isaac said… It was good .” 

“Can you explain more on that?” 

Derek sighed, turning his body to look at Stiles straight on, “It’s a good idea. It’s something that’s practical, logical.. But…” 

“But?” He encouraged. 

“T-The thought of actually doing it. Re-building my childhood home. Having it all changed again. Having the betas mess up everything or - or moving into what used to be Elizabeth’s, Rebecca’s or-or my old bedroom - it scares me.” 

Stiles took a deep breath, leaning against Derek’s shoulder, “It’s a big step, Derek. And it is scary. You have every right to be scared. I mean, suddenly having five people moving in with you is enough to scare the crap out of anyone. But tearing down walls - metaphorical and real - and starting again on top of that is … daunting .” 

Derek leaned down and kissed Stiles’ cheek, “Thank you for understanding my complicated mind.” 

“My mind is just as complicated so I've got plenty of experience. And you’re welcome.” Stiles joked before going serious, “Der, is rebuilding the Hale house something you truly want to do?” 

“Yes.”

“And have the betas move in?” 

“Only if you come too.” 

“Damn right I'm coming. Pack Mama must have his memory foam mattress and queen size bed!” 

“Pack Mama?” 

“It’s appropriate and it suits my smooth Snow White skin.” 

Derek chuckled lowly, kissing Stiles tenderly. 

“If we do this, rebuild the house, I’m doing it my way .” He said, “No exceptions.” 

“At least let them decorate their rooms, Der.” 

Derek thought for a second, “As long as I can approve of the wallpaper and furniture.” 

“I think that’s doable.” 

They giggled in each other's space before kissing again, tender, slow and filled with emotion. The wolf wrapped his arms around Stiles’ waist, pulling him to his chest, hands roaming the smaller man’s back. 

Stiles placed his hands on the bare chest of his boyfriend, feeling the firm muscle beneath his palms, making his heart race and blood boil with heat. 

They pulled away to breathe each other’s air, foreheads resting together, eyes gazing at every wrinkle, beauty mark and pigment on the other person’s face. 

“Should we go back and get some rest?” Stiles whispered, “You also have to find and tell Isaac that you’re not mad at him and are going to put him up for adoption.” 

Derek frowned, “Why would I be mad? And I haven’t got the authority to put him up for adoption.” 

“He thinks it’s his fault you had a meltdown. He’s more upset with himself and just needs some reassurance.” 

“And the adoption thing?” 

“He has said on occasion that he sees you as a father figure.” Stiles smirked. “And you protect him and love him like any father would.” 

Derek’s frown deepened, “B-But I’m Autistic… How can I be a healthy father figure?” 

It was Stiles’ turn to frown, cupping Derek’s face softly, “Autistic people can be good parents, Der.” 

“We can?” 

“Of course, honey. It’s a disability, sure. But being a parent is much more than that.” Stiles said strongly, “Do you think someone in a wheelchair should never have a child?” 

“Everyone has the right to have children if they choose to do so.” 

“So do you, Der.” 

The information sinking in, Derek kissed Stiles again, holding him impossibly closer. He told Stiles all that he felt in his actions. Each flick of his tongue, each move of his hands, each squeeze of his fingers. It all told a story of love, gratefulness and hope.

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11 -  Not liking certain textures.

Everyone was on their way to see Derek. 

For the past four months, Derek has been rebuilding the structure of the Hale house. At first, he refused help from anyone, sanding down, pulling up floor boards, hammering down walls all by himself. He didn’t even let Stiles help clean up the rubble of ash burned bricks. 

But after a long talk with Sheriff Stilinski, he was persuaded to get a team of builders in who would do anything Derek commanded, risking being fired if they went off the plan the Alpha strictly put in place. Derek still monitored the builders, never putting his eyes away from them, studying each brick they put down and each nail that hammer into the wood flooring. 

In those four months, Derek had a few meltdowns and outbursts but Stiles, the Sheriff and the pack all helped him through it. He didn’t hurt himself as badly and the group has a good idea on how to safely bring the Alpha out of the rut of anger, fear and blame. 

Boyd got him a weighted blanket. 

Isaac got him noise cancelling headphones. 

Stiles offered all the hugs and kisses - as he was the only one allowed to get close to Derek whenever a meltdown happened. 

Erica and Jackson would provide water and Derek’s favourite snacks. 

It was a team effort and Derek was slowly learning that he had no reason to be ashamed of his outbursts. He couldn’t control it. But it was hard to not feel shame in something you can’t control - especially when it’s your brain doing it.

Now the pack was on the way to see how it’s going. They’ve been called by the Alpha, wanting them to come round to see the progress. 

Derek was waiting for them on the newly painted porch. The builders weren’t there. 

“Hey, Der!” Stiles greeted him with a hug and when Derek kissed him hello, it made him blush. 

“Mom and Dad are canoodling again!” Jackson whined, covering his eyes. 

“Cooties!” Erica shrieked. 

“I think its cute.” Isaac muttered. 

“Okay!” Stiles interrupted, glaring at the betas before looking warmly at Derek, “What did you wanna show us?” 

“The structure is done.” Derek announced. 

The betas cheered and Stiles beamed in excitement. 

“Hot water is running, we have toilets and baths fitted in all four bathrooms and heating, electricity and gas is all on.” 

“That’s awesome!” Erica cheered. 

“When can we move in?!” Isaac hurried, jumping up and down in glee. 

“Not yet.” Derek grinned at his pup’s excitement, “We have to fit the kitchen, tile the bathrooms and lay the carpets.” 

“And decorate!” Erica added. “Oh, we should go shopping!” 

Boyd rolled his eyes, “Is that all you think about?” 

“It’s the only thing important!” 

“Later, puppies.” Stiles said, “Why don’t our Alpha give us a tour first so we can see who gets what room?” 

The betas all started arguing about who got what room before even seeing them, but Derek shut that right down with a flash of his red eyes. 

“All the rooms have been assigned so you can argue all you want.” 

The betas went quiet, Jackson crossing his arms in defeat. 

“Also,” Derek said, “Boyd and Erica. Do you want to share a room or separate?” 

“Share.” 

“Share.” 

They both said together, hands gravitating together making Stiles smile and Derek nod. 

When entering the house, no sight of burnt wood, chipped bricks or ash could be seen, instead there were shiny new wooden floors, smooth walls waiting to be wallpapered and high ceilings. The stairs looked like new versions of the burned charred ones Stiles was used to. Oak and dark, each step perfectly even and a chandelier that branched out like a graceful spider, stretching their legs out to provide light. 

The pack was guided by Derek to the right side of the house. There was a huge room, the same flooring all connecting, large walls and a wall high window with seating area. 

“This will be the pack den.” 

“Holy fuck, Der.” Stiles said looking around, “We can get a big sofa, get a good Tv on the wall!” 

“A ping pong table!” Jackson suggested. 

“A pinball machine!” Isaac added. 

“A beanbag.” Boyd smirked. 

“DART BOARD WITH SCOTT’S FACE ON IT!” Erica shouted. 

“All good suggestions.” Stiles commented. 

Derek frowned, “No they’re not.” 

Stiles pushed Derek into the next room, ignoring the betas who spluttered at the comment. 

They get taken to a smaller room but this one had stuff already in it. All gym equipment, some already set up while others were still trapped in boxes. 

“This will be our gym. Some place to go to work out any anger or stress.” Derek spoke, “My family had one and it really helped when the full moon hit and you were jittery with extra energy so I decided we should have one.” 

“Dude, this is cool!” Jackson said, looking at the weights. 

Boyd inspected the running machine, humming, “This is really good equipment.” 

“How did you afford all this?” Erica asked in awe.

 “My family left me a lot of money when they died. That and the money I got from their life insurance policy. And the money I made in New York being a mechanic before coming back here.” Derek explained, “I’ve got quite a bit of savings and now that I have my GED and going to college full time after the house is finished to get my degree in Entomology, I’ll be working soon. Money isn’t a problem.” 

Beside the gym and stairs in the hallway was a small downstairs toilet. Fixed with a toilet and sink and cabinet. Not too small but also not too big. 

“The bigger main bathrooms are upstairs.” 

Derek then took them to a large room, wires and pipes all along the side of the wall, waiting for something to connect to them. Sliding glass doors to give access to the garden woods. 

A top of the air double cast oven was already attached and sparkling. But nothing else was there. 

“This will be the kitchen. The oven works.” 

Stiles looked around the room beaming, “This is so big! You could easily fit a breakfast bar in here!” 

“Ooo! Breakfast bar! How fancy!” Erica clapped her hands. 

“That would be nice.” Isaac said, “Maybe get a dining table for the evening meal.” 

“And a fridge that has an ice maker.” Jackson added, making the betas nod and cheer in agreement. 

There was a room that joined the kitchen. 

“This is the laundry room.” Derek announced, showing off the small space with a washing machine, drier and laundry equipment already in place and stacked neatly. A small window that showed off the back of the woodland preserve. 

“That’s it for downstairs.” The Alpha then smirked, “Who wants to see their rooms?” 

“Me!” “I do!” “Hell hear!” “Yes!” 

Stiles and Derek laughed at their reaction before going hand in hand up the large butterfly stairs. One side holds three bedrooms and two baths. The other side holds three bedrooms and one bath. 

They went to the right side first where there was only one bathroom. The first bedroom the furthest down the hall was Jacksons. 

“This is yours, Jackson.” The Alpha said, watching as the beta looked at every corner before going over to a door. 

“What’s this?” 

“A walk in closet. Every bedroom has one.” 

The betas yelled in delight and Stiles had to kiss Derek when the Alpha displayed a face of pure pride. Derek hugged Stiles tight, nuzzling his neck before pulling back when Erica yelled out that she wanted to see her and Boyd’s room. 

That was beside Jackson’s. The same size but bigger closet for the pair. Widows looking out to the trees that surround them. 

Erica hugged Derek, joy radiating off of her scent and face. 

The next room was a bathroom. Sink, toilet, large bathroom mirror, storage cabinet and shower. 

Next was one of two guest bedrooms. 

“Why do we need guest bedrooms?” Jackson asked. 

“What if my dad wants to visit?” Stiles said. 

“And if we extend the pack in any way, we have room.” Derek answered. 

The betas looked at the Alpha. 

“You want to extend?” Stiles had a look of wonder on his face, “H-How?” 

“Well, if we ever have children. Or if Erica and Boyd have children.” Derek replied straight faced. 

Erica squeaked, “Wh-!” 

“Calm down, love.” Boyd rubbed her back. 

Stiles looked so in love, he had to wrap his arms around Derek and kiss him again. 

“You really think about us having children?” He whispered to the Alpha. 

Derek blushed slightly, looking down, shrugging. 

“You’ve already got Isaac.” Jackson said, slapping Isaac on the shoulder. 

Isaac smiled happily, “I’m going to be a big brother!” 

“Not yet, puppy.” Stiles said to Isaac before looking at his wolf, biting his lower lip, “But you will. In the future.” 

Derek kissed his cheek, nuzzling his stubble against Stiles’ face, “In the future.” 

The pack then made their way to the other side of the stair landing. The closest room was the second guest bedroom, then another bathroom. This one had a slender but long bath, cabinet mirror and sink. A slightly smaller toilet with a lid cover with pictures of turtles on it. 

Next to that bathroom was another bedroom. 

“This is your bedroom, Isaac.” Derek announced, making the young pup bounce on his heels in absolute innocent excitement, going into the closet and inspecting the windows that had deep window sills. “You said you wanted to start growing plants so I had deeper windowsills put in so your plants can get sunlight.” 

Isaac was crying into Derek’s shoulder in seconds. 

Derek looked at Stiles in panic, “Did I do something wrong?” 

Stiles shook his head and was about to explain but Isaac beat him to it, looking up. 

“No. No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did amazing. I love it.”

“Then why are you crying?” 

“I’m happy.” Isaac said, sniffling, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” 

Derek smiled, shoulders relaxed. 

“Yeah, Derek. This is amazing.” Erica added, “Having done all of this for us… thank you.” 

Jackson and Boyd said their thank you’s too. 

Derek kept on hugging a still emotional Isaac as if he was his teddy bear, “You’re welcome. But we’ve got two more rooms to see.” 

He guided Stiles and the pack to the last room of the hall. The largest bedroom, high ceilings, wide closet and tall windows. 

“This is our room, Stiles.” Derek whispered into Stiles’ ear as he wrapped his arms around Stiles’ waist, his front against Stiles’ back. 

Stiles gasped as he looked around, imagination running wild to how to decorate it. 

“D-Der.” 

“All for you.” 

“And our puppies.” 

Derek chuckled, “Yes and them.” 

“And for you.” Stiles reached up to run his fingers through the wolf’s dark hair, “You deserve this too, Der.” 

Derek nodded into his neck, giving the pulse point a soft kiss which made Stiles shiver. 

Derek then asked, “Want to see our bathroom Ensuite?”   

Stiles nodded and was pulled to another door at the end of the room, opening it up and seeing inside with wide eyes. 

Twin sinks, side by side, a large mirror that nearly covered the entire wall, trusty wooden cabinets and adjustable light. But the thing that automatically caught Stiles’ attention was the bathtub. It was huge. Deep and luxurious. It even had seats installed and bubble jets. 

“Big enough for two.” Derek whispered in Stiles’ ear again.

“Fuck, Der.” 

“And our room,” The wolf continued, “is soundproof.” 

Derek kissed behind his ear and Stiles had to muffle a moan, turning around in the wolf’s hold and kissing him deeply. 

“Fuck, I love you.” Stiles said. 

Derek froze for a minute, looking widely at the other man. 

Stiles realised what he said and froze too. 

“That’s the first time you said that.” Derek said in aw. 

“W-Well, I didn’t want to rush or put pressure on you in any way. I wanted-” 

“I love you too.” 

Stiles gaped at him, cupping Derek’s cheeks, “Really?!” 

“No. I just built you and our pups a whole house because my feeling for you was just mediocre.” 

Stiles smiled. 

“That was a joke.” 

“I know. That was actually pretty good. You’re getting better.” 

“Well, having a sarcastic little shit as a boyfriend kinda helps you gain a sense of humour.” 

“A boyfriend you love.” Stiles teased, reconnecting their lips. 

“A boyfriend I love indeed.” 

Their kissing was interrupted by Erica screaming from the doorway, “Congratulations and all but can we go shopping now! I want to get wallpaper samples!” 

Derek sighed while Stiles laughed. 

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Shopping with the betas was something Derek was not looking forward to. 

Not only because shopping required loud lights, crowds and jumbled up noise. But because the betas all got trolleys and set off to spend Derek’s money until his wallet only had pennies. 

“You should never have told them about your financial information.” Stiles said, holding his hand as they walked through the first aisle. 

Derek just nodded, a little overwhelmed to speak. 

As they got their own trolley, Stiles noticed Derek cupping his ears slightly, looking around at the group of human teens making a racket at the end of the aisle. Stiles then opened his backpack and uncovered Derek’s headphones. He went over to the wolf and placed the headphones over Derek’s ears. Once relaxed, Stiles kissed him sweetly. 

He signed the word, “Better?” 

Derek smiled at him, his chest warming at the kind gesture and signed back, “Yes. Thank you.” 

They caught up with the betas - who had already put stuff in their own trolleys. 

“Guys, Derek has gone NV so keep that in mind.” ‘NV’ was codeword for non-verbal and with the pack taking Sign Language courses online, they’ve picked up the basics, allowing them to communicate with their Alpha. Stiles then reminded them, “Derek gets to say yes or no to the wallpaper you buy and furniture you get but he did promise to let you pick any nicknacks and bedding and colour choices. Okay?” 

The betas nodded. 

“And just because Derek has money, doesn’t mean we’re here to spend thousands just because we can. Just get essentials, paint, wallpaper and a few things to decorate. No overboarding. Got it?” 

“Yes, Mama Stiles. Can we go now?” Erica itched to get her wallpaper and throw pillows. 

Staples turned to Derek, “Anything you wanna add?” 

Derek signed something. 

“What about rugs?” 

Derek sighed again. 

“Oh. You want to pick the rugs for their rooms.” Stiles got the confirmation of a nod. “Okay. That’s fine. Why though?” 

Derek signed something else but Stiles didn’t understand, turning to Isaac for help. 

“He said ‘Textures are wrong sometimes.’” He translated, “I think some textures of rugs are sensitive to him and wants to make sure he can stand on them without being overstimulated.” 

Derek nodded. 

“Okay.” Stiles nodded back, clapping his hands to get the betas full attention, “Listen up, get a few wallpaper choices and rug choices you like and Derek will tell you which he prefers. This is his house and he made sure to give you guys everything you could need so the least we can all do is make sure he’s comfortable when it comes to decorating. Agreed?” 

“Agreed.” The pack said at the same time. 

“Okay. Off you go. Meet us at the tills in two hours.” 

The betas were off with a cheer, all except Isaac who decided to stay close to Stiles and Derek. The small pup would pick up items he liked, showing them to his adoptive parents for reassurance and acceptance before putting them in his trolley. Stiles even had to help him steer it, holding onto the end of the trolley so it didn’t bang into anything breakable. They were like a little family and the very thought made Stiles flush, his heart pumping faster. 

They got a few essentials. Derek told them that he’s already ordered their mattresses beforehand and also the sofa for the pack living room. So all they had to get was their frames and bedside tables. 

When they made it to the wallpaper section, Stiles and Isaac would show Derek samples of the ones they liked. Derek would run his fingers through the paper and his fingers would spasm and his face would crinkle with cringe, his hairs on his arms standing as he shook his head violently. Signing the words, ‘Wrong’ ‘No’ and ‘Gross’. That was until they could agree on a wallpaper they all agreed on. Stiles got one with a white background and purple flowers for Guest bedroom no.1, one with a grey background and pink and blue flowers, tree branches and white birds for Guest bedroom no.2 and a dark tropical floral wallpaper with navy background, green leaves, blue flowers with tropical birds mixed in for their shared bedroom. Isaac got himself a baby blue wallpaper with white clouds - matching the one Andy has in Toy Story. When Derek confirmed that it was good, he leaped up and down excitedly, happy. - that and because it matched the cloud shaped shelves he already had in his trolley. 

They got their paint for the other walls. Stiles and Derek getting white and Navy while Isaac got white and baby blue. 

After Stiles got himself some photo frames - ranting to Derek how important it is to take photos and capture memories - and Isaac getting himself some Dinosaur posters and pillows for his room, the three met up with Jackson at the rug section. 

“I like these two. Which do you like?” Jackson asked, presenting the two rugs. One black rectangular one that was all fuzzy and a grey circular one that had twisted rug strands. 

Derek ran a hand through the black rug and nodded, not reacting much. But he did the exact opposite to the grey one. Grimacing, flashing his eyes at the grey one and flapping his hand around as if he could wipe away the feeling. 

Stiles grabbed the hand, soothing the knuckles with his thumb. It seemed to calm him down. 

“I’m guessing he doesn’t like the grey one.” Isaac said, stating the obvious. 

Jackson rolled his eyes, putting the grey rug back on the rack, “Thanks for the clarification.” 

Stiles then looked through the rack himself. “Do you see a rug you like, Der?” 

Derek ran his hand through all the rugs, until he got to a black and white one, picking it up and showing it to Stiles. 

“Oh! That’s nice. But it’s a bit big, Der. It won’t fit in our bedroom.” 

Derek shook his head, spelling something out in sign. 

“L-I-V-I-N-G R-O-O- Oh! Living room! You want it in the living room. That’s actually a good idea. It will match the black couch you ordered.” 

Derek nodded and put the rug in the trolley. 

Isaac’s phone then pinged. He looked down at it and said, “Stiles, Erica and Boyd are at the tills.” 

“Has it been two hours already? Okay. Let’s get going. We’ve made a good indent today. We can always come back.” 

“Good. I’m so tired of shopping.” Jackson groaned. 

“And I’m kinda hungry.” Isaac added. 

“Okay, puppy. Let’s go and pay and I’ll make lunch when we get home.” 

When they met with Erica and Boyd, Derek almost had a meltdown when seeing all the stuff towering their trolley. 

Derek had to go through it, sending Boyd to take back any icky textures items and useless junk Erica insisted she needed - such as a fork that can be extended up to a metre long. 

The wallpaper that was chosen to stay was a white roll with golden leaves patterned all over it. And both rugs they liked were taken back, both gross according to Derek. 

After paying, packing up and going home, the pack went to the Stilinski house for lunch and a movie. 

Derek fell asleep laying on the couch with his head on Stiles’ chest, being lulled by Stiles’ soothing hands running up and down his back. The last thing he remembered was watching suicide squad and Stiles kissing the top of his head before sleep took over.

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12 - Having a very keen interest in certain subjects or activities, creating hyperfixations. 

It was Saturday night - date night for Stiles and Derek. 

And this time, Stiles had arranged it. 

As he drove the jeep to their location, he could feel the anxiety radiating off of Derek. 

“I know you hate surprises, Der. But I promise you that you’ll love this one.” 

“You’re not taking me to the zoo are you? Animals hate me for some reason.” 

“Probably because they know you’re a predator.” Stiles hummed, “And no. I’m not taking you to the zoo. What zoo is open at 6pm?” 

“I don’t know. We’ve been in the car for over an hour so I suspected some weird 24 hour zoo you found online.” 

Stiles sighed, “It’s not a zoo. I promise.” 

“Is it a movie theatre?” Derek guessed again, “I hope not. The lights, the smell of people taking off their shoes, the popcorn, the noise. It’s a recipe for the ‘How to give someone an Autistic meltdown’ pie.” 

“No, Derek. Not a movie theatre.” He rolled his eyes, “I’ve learned from mistakes.” 

“Although I did like the joker movie we watched.” 

“We only watched ten minutes of it because you ran out of there as soon as the person behind us started coughing.” 

Derek huffed, “I said I was sorry about that.” 

Stiles and Derek then looked at each then burst out laughing. Friendly fighting was something they did a lot and it always ended with giggles, kisses and spicy touches. 

They still haven’t gone all the way yet. Just a few handjobs and blowjobs. Still learning each other's bodies and being content. And Derek knew that Stiles was happy being patient… although Derek has been ready to take the next step for a while now. He hadn’t gotten the courage or opportunity to bring it up or how to tell him. 

The wolf’s thoughts were cut off when Stiles stopped the car. “We’re here!” 

Derek looked out the window to see an old large castle-like building. A large sign nailed high at the entrance. “Moths and Magic - The Entomology Museum.” 

As soon as Derek read the sign, he was out of the car, jumping up and down and running to Stiles and pulling him into a huge bear hug. He lifted Stiles up and twirled him around. 

“I’m guessing you’re happy!” Stiles laughed as he was put down on the ground, clutching at Derek’s coat. 

“I’m so happy. You make me so happy!” The Alpha kissed all over Stiles’ face before nuzzling his neck, “I love you.” 

“I love you too. Now, come on. Don’t want to waste time outside the museum, right?” 

Derek was almost pulling Stiles along and into the entrance. 

Once getting their tickets, a paper wristband around their wrists so they could explore the entire grounds. 

The first thing they saw was the butterfly room. 

A huge room covered with pinned framed butterflies, all in cases and displayed. 

Stiles was grinning the entire time Derek looked at all the butterflies, giving Stiles random facts like an excited puppy. 

When Stiles said, “Those are an interesting group.” Pointing to a collection of black and red butterflies. 

Derek just replied, “A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope.” 

And that's how all the random facts started. Spewing from Derek’s mouth whenever his little heart pleased. 

“Butterflies cannot fly if their body temperature is under 86 degrees Fahrenheit.” 

“The blue morpho butterfly is not blue at all.”

“The tiger swallowtail butterflies are mimicry masters.” 

Up next was moths. The same exact set up but just with moths. 

And to be honest this was where Stiles started to get bored. But Derek didn’t know that so he kept going along, telling him facts about moths. 

“Many females of the Tussock family of moths don't have wings.”

“The Hawk moth is the world's fastest flying insect attaining a speed of over 50 kph.”

“Moths make up 80 percent of the order lepidoptera.”

Then there was the beetle hall. A long narrow hall of taxidermy beetles. 

Derek spent an hour in one section of stag beetles, hyperfixating on them and Stiles had to sit down on one of the benches that was scattered around the museum, checking his phone and scrolling through instagram as Derek did his thing. 

When they got to the next section of the building, Stiles just watched as Derek smiled so wide and happy that he knew that it would be worth whatever boredom was waiting for him. 

The next section was about famous Entomologists and their work. 

But as Stiles read of the names of the scientists, he wanted to make a joke about how the word 'famous' was wrong in the title as he had no idea who these people were. 

But Derek clearly did. 

“Oh, look! It’s Domenico Cirillo! He was hanged in 1799! And Jean Henri Fabre! He was considered by many to be the father of modern entomology.” 

At the end of the room were quotes from famous writers - writers Stiles actually knew - quoting beautiful poetry and novels about insects. 

The two stood side by side, hand in hand, reading off their favourites. Their voices echoed off the stone walls and it was magical. 

“There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilisation. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death. - Soren Kierkegaard.” Stiles read out. 

“Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind. - Friedrich Nietzsche.” Derek then read out. 

Stiles then chuckled as he read out, “I love insects. They are amazing. - Andrea Arnold.” 

The atmosphere turned romantic with the next quote spoken by Derek. 

“‘If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos. — E. O. Wilson.’” Derek smiled, “I love that quote.”

“It’s a beautiful quote.” 

“I think it resonates with me because of you.” 

Stiles frowned at his boyfriend, “Why do you say that?” 

“Well, If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos.” Derek then looked at Stiles, holding onto his hand tighter, “But if you were to disappear from my life, I would crumble like the world without insects.” 

Stiles’ teared up, “That was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”

They kissed with passion. 

“Mmfgh.” Stiles muffled, palming the muscle of Derek’s chest. 

Derek’s strong fingers grabbed Stiles’ hips, flushing their clothed cocks together.  

Stiles clutched at Derek’s hair, the tips of their noses brushing together as they moved their heads left and right to allow their tongues to dance together. 

They pulled apart to breathe, Derek’s eyes flashing with red and arousal. 

Then they were back to kissing. 

The Alpha’s hands are back on Stiles, and his mouth trails sloppy kisses from Stiles’ jaw to his neck to his collarbone. Stiles squirmed desperate to get his body completely at the mercy of Derek. Moaning, panting and hands roaming. 

When they pulled apart again, it was because an old woman coughed forcefully to get their attention. 

They turned their heads to see her small wrinkled frame, their bodies freezing still connected. 

“We’re closing in five.” It was the owner. 

“Oh.” Stiles said, stepping back from his boyfriend, straightening his twisted shirt. “T-Thanks.” 

“Yeah.” Derek said, blushing, “I really loved your museum. Thank you.” 

“Just get out of here, you crazy kids.” She waved them off, going back out the room, the clicking of her small heels echoing the hall. 

The couple looked at each other then laughed. 

----

“What surprise do you have for me?” Stiles asked as he was pulled up the newly built stairs of the Hale house. 

“You surprised me today so I wanted to surprise you with something.” Derek explained, guiding him towards their bedroom. 

“What-” Derek opened the door and flicked the switch and when Stiles saw the surprise, he gasped. “Derek!” 

It was a queen size bed, memory foam mattress on a cushioned black bed frame. New fresh black bedding with five plumped pillows that looked so soft Stiles just wanted to dive on it to see if his body bounces back up. 

“Our bed came.” Derek said. 

“I see.” 

“And I was thinking- uh- we-” 

Stiles smiled at him, “What, honey? Wanna…” He stepped into Derek’s personal space, tracing the lines of Derek’s abs with the tip of his finger, “... try it out.” 

Derek leaned down and kissed him, arms wrapping around Stiles’ waist. “Wait!” Derek said, pulling away, “When you said ‘try it out’ you mean sex, right?” 

“Yes, Der. Sex.” 

“Thank God.” 

Derek took charge surprisingly quickly, his hands settling on Stiles' waist. The wolf took that single step to bring them flush from chests-to-knees, brushing their cheeks together as he skimmed down Stiles' neck and licked a long stripe up his throat. 

"I… oh, fuck." Stiles blabbered as Derek really got into marking his skin with wet, possessive open-mouth kisses. His cock hard in seconds. 

Derek sighed over the moist trail from his mouth and it gave Stiles a rolling shiver. "Stiles, I love you." The kissing resumed.

Stiles was shivering in the wolf’s hold and as Derek continued to lick, his wet tongue glazing up and over his Adam's apple, Stiles’ knees buckled. 

“Mmmm. Der.” 

Derek nipped at his jaw, and Stiles blinked back a wave of arousal.

 Derek pressed a chaste kiss on the cheek, “I want you. I want you so bad." 

Stiles moaned again, nodding his head quickly. 

And Derek looked at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the universe. 

And Stiles could see everything in that one look. The desperate need for more, the restraint built over the past seven months, and the open acceptance of everything that Stiles was. All rolled up into a perfect wolf package.

“I love you, Der.” He whispered, nudging his nose against Derek’s cutely, “Make love to me.” 

Stiles felt his eyes simmer with heat, his mouth filled with saliva, and he swallowed thick. He brought his hand up slowly to frame the side of Derek' face, and instant relief flooded into the wolf's expression as if he was waiting for some type of rejection. 

His other hand came up to hold Derek’s head before dropping his lips in sheer desperation, consuming the intoxicating taste of Derek' soft, slightly parted lips. He pushed his tongue inside and his body would have slid to the floor if Derek hadn't been holding him tight. 

They awkwardly made their way to the bed, not letting go of one another. Derek fell back onto the bed, pulling Stiles with him. 

As they continued to kiss, Derek rolled them around, pinning Stiles against the mattress, a knee forcefully shoved between Stiles’ legs. 

"Holy fuck'mm!" Gibberish was all Stiles was capable of as Derek dropped his hips over Stiles' spread legs and the action brought their erections riding against each other. Stiles' head threw back and his hands flew up to grip and pull at Derek's hair.

“Is it a b-bad time to tell you that this bed is so comfortable!” 

Derek fucked against him through their clothes, chuckling lightly at the remark before ripping off Stiles’ flannel and shirt. 

Stiles whimpered, helping Derek with his own shirt before reconnecting their lips. 

Clothes went flying everywhere and the warm hue of the dim light above made Derek’s muscles pop aesthetically that made him look like a Greek fucking God. 

"Oh Fuck!" He exclaimed as Derek' now bare thick dick slid against his and he rutted up into Derek' hips in a crazy need for more friction. 

"What- What do you want me to do?” Derek breathed in a loud gasp, licking at Stiles’ throat again, teeth biting lightly followed by a hard suck.

Stiles reached down with bold firm hands and grabbed onto Derek' perfectly plumped ass and gripped tight, crashing their cocks together harder. They moaned into each other's mouths as their faces remained close. 

“F-Fuck me.” He pleaded to the wolf, “M-Make love to me. Fuck me. Love me. P-Please, Derek. Please.” 

Derek held his stare, eyes turning red as he lowered down to roll their hips together again. Derek parted Stiles' mouth with his own lips, warm breath passing between them. The wolf blinked slowly once as he eased his tongue gradually into Stiles' mouth. The movement was downright sinful. 

"I want you, Alpha." Stiles uttered between kisses, breathing the words into Derek' mouth.

Derek moaned long and loud, the timbre of sound was practically sex on a plate and Stiles automatically spread his legs wider like a slut in response and opened his mouth wider.

As a response, Derek nudged the blunt head of himself against Stiles' hole and the dry pressure made Stiles throw his head back once more, demanding lube. 

Derek reached under one of the pillows and grabbed a tube of tube. 

Stiles sat up and threw his arms around Derek' neck, kissing him mindlessly. Derek rubbed Stiles' thighs, eyes predatorily hungry and roaming across his body. The red stare fixated at his groin and Stiles couldn't help but squirm and smile. He watched as Derek timidly brought his hand closer and when the warm weight enclosed him, he almost came right then and there; his cock twitching threateningly.

“D-Derek!”

Derek was fascinated and started stroking slow and tight. Perfect pressure and Stiles’ legs started to shake. 

Derek' mouth soon dropped over Stiles' tight stomach, the wolf's back arching beautifully in front of him. A wet kiss seared the warm skin of his abdomen, the air cooling the trail of saliva as Derek moved onto new territory. Stiles watched, entranced as the dark mess of hair moved around his body and tasted it, claiming it with his scent. 

Stiles reached down and cradled his head, rubbed his ear, and spread his fingers into the messy crop of hair. His other hand joined the party and Stiles continued to caress his wolf.

Stiles pulled up to stop Derek' hot mouth and the wolf slid up his body and landed into a kiss. The two of them tangled; arms, fingers, and legs. Stiles lost himself, moaning and breathing harder as he imagined what it would feel like to have Derek inside of him. Moving and thrusting literally inside his body. He ached for it, wanting to feel it deep.

"Are we going to mate?" He said suddenly, slipping away from Derek' mouth in a slick slide of lips.

Derek' features softened, those red eyes glazing over in happiness. “It’s only an official mating when I knot you.” 

Stiles’ cheeks burned, “A-Are you going to knot me?” 

“We don’t have to. Not today.” 

“What if I want your knot?” Stiles said, loving the growl he got in response, “I want to be yours. I want to be your mate. I want your knot.” 

“If we mate-” 

“Only you and me. Forever. I know. And I want it so badly.” 

Derek kissed him, bruising and hard, the subtle jerking of his body an indicator that Derek was using one hand to reach out and get the lube, open it, and get some on his fingers. 

Derek shifted his weight to one side, supporting himself with an elbow. “I’m going to put my fingers in you now.” 

Stiles nodded, blush deepening, “O-Okay.” 

And then he felt Derek move a hand between his legs. Stiles had a brief moment of panic, but then Derek' finger teased him first, grazing over that sensitive spot. Rubbing and then moderate pushing. The slickness getting all over. Derek pressed in with the tip of his finger and Stiles fixed his eyes on Derek' face, reading him. Derek was gazing down, his eyelashes fluttering against the top of his cheek as he blinked at the sight of his finger sinking and disappearing inside of Stiles.

Stiles' brain stopped as Derek started fingering him. Pleasure overcoming him and making him moan high. A second finger and Stiles reached up, gripping Derek' shoulders for a second yelling to the air. "Derek! K-Keep going! Oh fuck! Please, Der, P-” His words were deserted when Derek began scissoring his fingers. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!" He trembled as Derek tucked in a third and it was fucking hot and hypnotic all at the same time. There was subtle twinge of discomfort each time Derek pulled back but then a surge of wanton pleasure every time those fingers ploughed forward.

"I want you inside me." He whispered the words, his voice unsteady; the desperation in it making his vocal chords shake, "Derek- Alpha, Please, I-I need to feel y-you inside me."

Derek blew out a breath in nervous jitters and slipped his fingers out slowly, taking a moment to slick himself up. Derek' movements made Stiles’ body hot as the wolf settled on top of Stiles. Knees were pushed back towards his shoulders, his heart thundered erratically in his chest, and Derek pressed their foreheads together as he shifted his hips until he was lined up. The head of Derek’s cock felt wet, blunt, and very hot against him.

“I-I-” It was as if Derek was too overwhelmed to speak. 

Stiles nodded, whispering, “Please. M-Mate me, Alpha.” 

The first push and Stiles sucked air in a hiss through his teeth, angling his head back.

Surprisingly, Derek stared right in his eyes as he slid deeper, stretching him and Stiles wanted to cry from how fucking amazing it felt. 

“Der. Derek. Derek.” He repeated the Alpha’s name like a prayer. 

Derek shuddered on top of him, inside, finally getting as deep as he could go. The connection between them was hot and tight.

Derek’s claws started to grow and the wolf pulled back his body, looking down at his hands. His fangs had popped out too. 

Derek opened his red blazing eyes and looked at Stiles, as if scared, “I’m shifting. I can- You’re making me lose control.” 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Stiles said calmly, putting his hands back on Derek’s cheeks, “You won’t hurt me.” 

“Stiles-” 

“You won’t hurt me.” Stiles was firm and strong, still panting due to the amazing feeling Derek’s cock was creating from inside him, “I know you won’t. I trust you. I love you. It’s okay.” 

Derek shifted into his beta form, eyes dark and red. Stiles felt like prey. 

"Let me show you how much I love you." Derek’ words were slurred due to his fangs and he dragged his cock back and forth inside, drawing Stiles to moan, groan and whimper. 

Stiles held on around Derek's body, wrapping his legs around Derek' hips, ankles crossed, heels pressing into the meat of his ass. With Stiles secured tight to him, Derek braced himself on his elbows, careful of his claws and his hips started snapping. 

A brutal, erratic rhythm. 

Pure and undying pleasure overtook Stiles and it left him quivering, his legs shaking with every full thrust, feeling his ass thump hard against Derek' hips and thighs.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh, fucking fuck, Der!” 

When Derek started angling in such a way that it hit that ultra-sensitive spot, Stiles cried out and had to grip the headboard to hold on. 

“Derek! Alpha! Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” 

Derek growled low and his claws ripped the brand new bed sheets as his thrusts got harder to the point of pushing Stiles’ body up and up and up the bed. 

Stiles had to push back against the headboard so his head didn’t bash into it and used his legs as leverage to thrust up, meeting the force of the wolf's uninhibited thrusts. 

"Stiles!" Derek called out, throwing his head back. His chin came down again and his stare burned over Stiles, a low growl as he brought one clawed hand onto Stiles' shoulder and used the grip to wrench Stiles' body down onto himself over and over again. 

Stiles felt like he was dreaming, floating in the clouds and heart growing three sizes to big as Derek continued to fuck into him with predatory hunger. At this moment, Stiles saw Derek in his true form. A beast of the moon, monstrous and beautiful and powerful. 

It was everything that made Derek unique. That made Derek - Derek. 

The man he fell in love with. 

"Derek, Alpha! I-I’m so close!" Stiles screamed at the ceiling, the pulse of Derek’s big cock inside him making him delirious. “Knot me. Knot me! Please!” 

He needed to feel Derek’s knot. He needed Derek’s everything. 

In response, he got a rumbling growl as Derek’s knot began to grow, stretching him further. 

"Ah! De-Derek!" Stiles wailed, his body pulled tight and he felt himself clamp down around Derek’s knot. It felt so big inside him. Hot, warm, rough and extraordinarily good. 

They both strained with their impending orgasm, Derek's movements stilled and his body in a rigid arch, his shifted face looking like a beast about to fight as he roared out. 

Wet lips parting open, fangs on show, red eyes cinching shut, bulging muscles bunching hard under his skin. Dark hair, sweaty, and sticking out all over the place.

Stiles had never seen anything that hot. 

Stiles' orgasm slammed into him with forceful surprise; it ripped through his entire system in violent shockwaves, so hard and fierce that he was only vaguely aware of Derek’s cum filling him up. His eyes fluttered repeatedly, his body taut and jerked with each spurt of release that shot out of him with enough strength that he felt some hit his neck. 

He shouted Derek’s name, hands fisted, his nails embedding into Derek’s hairy chest. 

He rode out the waves of dopey pleasure, squeezing around Derek’s pulsing knot. The surges of aftershock that rippled through Stiles got farther and farther apart as he came back down from the hardest orgasm he'd ever had. His throat was raw and dry, his back sore and legs shaking uncontrollably. But he felt fucking fantastic. 

He eased out to focus on Derek above him, who was peering down at Stiles with heavy-lidded eyes and a goofy grin around his large fangs. The wolf was drunk on sex and it made Stiles giggle - as he was just as intoxicated. 

Derek then breathed deeply, willing his shift away and when he was mostly human again, he collapsed on top of Stiles like a crumbling building during an earthquake. 

Stiles hugged him close, not minding the heavy weight crushing him. 

“I like it when you call me Alpha.” Derek mumbled into Stiles’ neck. 

“That’s good to know… Alpha.” Stiles teased, whispering the title into Derek’s ear. 

He gasped when he felt Derek’s cock twitch inside him. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” The wolf warned. 

That made Stiles laugh, kissing the side of Derek’s head. 

“Are we mated now?” 

Derek lifted himself up to look at Stiles, “Not completely.” 

“What?” 

“I have to bite you.” 

Stiles paused, taking a deep breath, “Will it turn me?” 

Derek shook his head, “No. But it will change you in some ways. You’ll be bonded to me for life, you’ll be able to sense things, and become more sensitive to the pack's emotions. You’ll be my mate - the Alpha’s mate. That holds high priority in the pack. You’ll be my second in command. You’ll be mine. As I will be yours.” 

“Okay.” Stiles nodded, taking in the information before offering his neck, “Do it.” 

“Stiles, think about this.” 

“I want to be your mate, Der. I want to be yours. Please, Der. Please, Alpha. Bite me. Make me yours.” 

Derek growled, shifting once more until his fangs grew to full length. He leaned down, licked the spot at Stiles’ pulse point before sinking his teeth inside. 

Instead of pain, pure ecstasy bloomed into Stiles and he organsmed again, dry and hips twitching like he’s being electrocuted. 

Derek came as well, filling Stiles up more, locking it inside with his knot. 

The pair flopped down, Derek rolled them so Stiles could make due with his chest acting like his mattress. 

As Derek licked the bite mark clean, Stiles nuzzled his face against Derek’s collarbone, falling into the peace that was sleep. 

Derek followed him, still connected, arms protectively wrapped around Stiles with a thin blanket draped over them.

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13 - Experiencing a shutdown of the body when things get too overwhelming. 

It was moving in day for the pack. 

Finally, the Hale house was decorated, fresh and ready for the betas to move in and start their new united lives. 

Stiles and Derek gave the Sheriff a grand tour while the other wolves were all excitedly unpacking in their assigned rooms. 

The living room/ Pack den was first. Grey walls with one exception of frosted forest wallpaper. A large L shaped black sofa which had ‘The Lord Of The Rings’ pillows evenly scattered on the cushions. A large Tv on the wall, oak coffee table in the centre, sitting on the black and white rug Derek picked. 

John nodded at the pillows, “Who’s idea was that?” 

Stiles pointed at Derek. 

“Really?” 

“Don’t fall for the big bad wolf front, he’s an adorable dork underneath all that.” Stiles defended moving on to the next room which was the Gym. Weights were organised by size, machines freshly polished and spaced out. Two white painted walls, two grey. 

Then Derek showed off the masterpiece which was the kitchen. Blue and white walls, oak counter tops with deep blue cabinets that had elegant wooden handles. An oak breakfast bar that had a hanging frame above, pots and pans swinging from hooks waiting to be used. Long bar stools tucked underneath and a big bowl of fruit sat on the bar’s counter. 

Large ovens, twelve stoves and a massive double fridge that had an ice maker at the front and a picture of the pack stuck to the door. 

A narrow but long tudor style dining table was presented near the sliding doors so that the pack had the view of the woodlands as they ate, padded blue chairs nearly in line and tucked under and placemats were already in wait in front of every seat. 

“This is incredible.” John said in aw as he looked around the room, “Beautiful.” 

“Thank you, sir.” Derek responded nervously, arm wrapping around Stiles’ waist as his boyfriend beamed proudly. 

As they walked up the stairs and made their way to the end of the left hall, the Sheriff said, “I never would've thought four years ago - hell even two years ago - that you’d be moving out and into a werewolf infested household, Stiles. But I’ve got to say, I’ll enjoy the peace and quiet.” 

“Lies!” Stiles accused, “You’ll miss me! And the silence will make you looney!” 

“Maybe, I’ll miss you .. sometimes. But I can see you’re happy, kid.” 

“I am happy, dad. And we have guest bedrooms so you can stay over whenever you want.” 

Derek nodded at that, confirming the statement. 

John smiled, “Thanks. I’m glad you didn’t just move out to get away from your old man.” 

“Never.” Stiles bumped his shoulder into his dad’s, “I want you round every Sunday for dinner. No exceptions.” 

“Okay, son.” 

They made it to Jackson’s room. He was busy hanging up his clothes in his closet when they entered. 

Jackson had grey brick effect wallpaper on two opposite walls, white on the other two. Classic horror and sci-fi movie posters stuck to the walls along with random photos, framed with string up lights. Star Wars pillows on his black bedding double bed and an oak desk in the corner that had a gaming desk chair near it - his gaming PC already set up. 

“Hey, Sheriff!” Jackson greeted. 

“Hey, Jackson. Everything alright?” 

“Everything’s great! This closest is amazing! I can fit all my Louis Vuitton shoes on one shelf!” 

The others didn’t really know how to reply to that. The Sheriff just nodding while Derek frowned in confusion. 

Stiles just sneezed, blessed himself then thanked himself. And Derek looked at him like he was the most amazing thing in the world. 

“You’re in deep, son.” John said to Derek. 

The wolf just looked at his soon-to-be-hopefully- Father-in-law, smiled and said, “I know.”

The next room was Erica’s and Boyd’s. Boyd was building a coffin shaped shelving unit while Erica was stringing up fake vines all over the place. 

White and gold was definitely the theme with a dash of black. White walls with the exception of one wallpapered with golden leaves. Gold string fairy lights attached to every corner of the room. King size bed with white sheets, gold flowers patterned over it. Wood ladder bedside tables which had mushroom lights and a ‘The Moon’ tarot card tapestry hung on the wall. 

And a small white desk in a corner, a makeup mirror installed and Erica’s makeup was already taking up the surface. 

“This room was definitely Erica’s doing.” John commented, looking at Boyd, “Where’s all your stuff, son?” 

“In the closet.” 

The men laughed and Erica huffed, “Not everything! You can have the shelves once they’re put up!” 

“I’ll hold you to that.” Boyd said, pointing a screwdriver at her. 

“Erica.” Derek said, seriously, “Let him have some of his stuff out. It’s not just your room.” 

“Fine!” She turned to Boyd, a sad face on, “I’m sorry, babe. You can have the coffin shelves and your hockey poster can go up next to the tapestry.” 

“Good, puppies.” Stiles said, “Sharing is caring!” 

The next room was the freshly tiled bathroom.  Pink, white and black tiles, bright main light and black bath mat. Pink iron cases hung above the bath which already had Erica’s shampoo and Jackson’s expensive face cream occupying it. 

The guest bedroom was the last room of the hall. White walls with wallpaper neighbouring walls. The wallpaper had a grey background with the pattern of pink and blue flowers, white birds and dark grey tree branches. A simple double bed with wooden bedside tables. Grey and pink bedding, a blue rug and black shelves with fake candles and just as fake plants decorating them. 

“Stiles was in charge of decorating the guest bedrooms.” Derek explained, “And he did surprisingly well.” 

“Hey! I’m great at decorating!” 

John rolled his eyes, but agreed, “It’s true that he is weirdly good at decorating. Although he found it next to impossible to keep his room clean.” 

“I said I was good at decorating, not cleaning.” Stiles defended. 

“That’s my job.” Derek took on cleaning responsibility because he knew that the betas would just do it wrong. Although he did make the betas have some chores. 

Derek’s chores are Disinfecting, vacuuming downstairs, buying and storing food and cleaning his and Stiles’  ensuite. 

Stiles cooks and maintains the kitchen, washes up and washes the laundry. 

Isaac puts away the washed up dishes, sweeps the stairs and is in charge of cleaning the bathroom next to his room. 

Boyd takes out the trash and cleans the downstairs bathroom. 

Jackson dries up the washed dishes to give to Isaac and cleans the bathroom he shares with Erica and Boyd. 

Erica is the duster and she also dries the fresh washed laundry and puts them in each person's room. 

Everyone vacuums their own room and are in charge of cleaning up after themselves. 

Stiles even has a little Chore Chart in the kitchen with the name of each pack member along with their list of chores. Stiles can’t wait to start using the gold star stickers he brought. 

Guiding the Sheriff to the other side of the hall where the second guest bedroom was first to greet them. 

The same white walls with one exception. This time the wallpaper was white with purple flowers. 

The same simple double bed and wooden side tables. White and purple bedding with a couple of huge white pillows. A white rug and the same black shelvings with fake candles and plants. 

“Cosy.” Was all John had to say, giving Stiles an impressed look. 

Then the bathroom. The same as the other but this one had a shower instead of a bath and the tiles were green, black and white. And the dinosaur bath mat and green towels hung on the little hook beside the shower. 

Isaac’s room was next and when they entered the room, they found Isaac displaying his books on his bookshelves, adding nicknacks and trinkets along the way. 

His room was the equivalent of a little boys room. Blue and white walls with one being covered in cloud covered wallpaper. Cloud shelves hung up with dinosaur teddies on them neatly. Dinosaur posters and a steel double bed frame that was covered in blankets and blue bedding. A baby blue rug on the floor and healthy, tall plants on the windowsill. 

“Isaac, pup?” Derek spoke, “You nearly finished unpacking?” 

Isaac turned around, smiling brightly, “Almost! Just got my books and clothes to do.” 

“This looks amazing, puppy.” Stiles said encouragingly, looking around the room, “You should be proud of yourself.” 

The pup just went and gave Derek a huge hug, face buried in the Alpha’s neck. 

“Thank you for giving me a home, Da- Derek.” 

Derek hugged him back just as tightly, “You deserve it.” 

When they left to see the last room of the house, John turned to Derek, “Have you thought about legally adopting Isaac?” 

Derek frowned, tilting his head. 

The Sheriff explained, “It’s clear that he sees you like a father. And you see him as a son. Have you thought about it?” 

“I’m Autistic.” Derek just said. 

“I’m aware…” 

“I didn’t know Autistic people could adopt.”  

The Sheriff frowned then, “Who told you you couldn’t adopt?” 

“I-I, uh, I just thought a judge would never allow s-someone like me-” 

“I’m going to stop you right there, Derek.” John stopped the wolf, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Having a disability does not prevent you from becoming an adoptive parent or a parent in genial, as long as you can meet the needs required to raise a kid then you can adopt. There is no law against it and just by knowing you, I can guarantee to any judge and jury that you are a man worthy of being a parent. If you want to adopt Isaac, I’ll help you through it, get the right paperwork and make sure a respectable judge handles the case.” 

Derek didn’t know how to respond, overwhelmed with emotion. 

Stiles went over, going over to pull Derek into a hug, “How about we think about it to Isaac about this then we can make a plan.” 

“Sounds good.” John nodded, “Now show me the last room.” 

When they went through the door, Stiles’ eyes widened. He loved seeing the room complete and his heart was large and warm. He looked at Derek who smiled at him. 

The dark tropical floral wallpaper Stiles picked out looked amazing against the grey paint. The queen size bed, black bedding and big bed pillows. A black rug, wooden side tables and lamps. 

It was the only bedroom that had an adjustable main light, a dimmer switch at the side. 

A large black bookshelf that was half covered in books and half covered in DVDs. Framed photos on the wall, spaced evenly. 

And the best parts - according to Stiles - were the two lightsabers that was crossed above the bed. One red. One green. And the Middle Earth framed map from The Lord Of The Rings that was in the middle of the framed photos. 

“Woah. You really are nerds, huh.” John joked, making the pair laugh. 

---- 

That night, the pack were in the den, watching a movie with snacks and blankets. All on the couch and snuggled. All except one wolf. 

Derek wasn’t there. 

He had gone to the bathroom but something in Stiles told him to go check on his mate. 

Stiles excused himself before going upstairs, he knocked on both bathrooms but they both were empty and free. He then went to his and Derek’s bedroom, opening it to find the light off, the room pitch black. He turned on the light and saw Derek on the bed, cuddling a pillow, his clothes off, leaving him in only his boxers. He looked exhausted, eyes closed and arm thrown across his head. 

Stiles made sure the light was at its lowest, just barely enough light to help guide Stiles to the bed. He sat down and reached out to stroke Derek’s hair. 

“Hey, honey. Are you okay? You’re missing the movie.” 

No response. 

“Are you tired? Wanna turn in?” 

Again no response but he did open his eyes. 

“Der? You with me, big guy?” 

The Alpha brought his hands up and signed. ‘Overwhelmed.’ 

“Oh, honey. It’s okay.” Stiles continued to stroke the hairs, keeping his voice warm and low, “It’s been a long, busy day. It’s completely understandable.” 

Derek signed again. ‘Shut. Down.’ 

“Shut. Down? Oh! You’re experiencing a shutdown. Okay. That’s okay.” Stiles promised, “Do you want me to leave you to sleep?” 

Derek shook his head. Then signed, ‘Cuddles. Sleep. Stay.’ 

Stiles smiled, standing up to strip down before slipping back onto the bed. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, nuzzling his neck as every muscle in his body was drained of energy. His brain felt like mush and his eyes couldn’t stay open. 

As he breathed in the scent of his mate, he felt his body collapse into relaxation. 

“I love you, Der.” Stiles whispered, “And I’m here for you for anything. I’m your mate, remember? That means I’m with you every step of the way. Don’t be ashamed to ask me for help or company or anything. Okay?” 

He felt Derek nod in his neck. The wolf then reached up and with a single finger, he started to trace letters against the skin of his back. 

‘I. L.O.V.E. Y.O.U.’ 

Stiles smiled, kissing the top of the Alpha’s head before settling in. 

When he heard the familiar snores of the wolf, Stiles allowed himself to drift off as well. 

Arms filled with three hundred pounds of muscular werewolf and a heart filled with love.

Chapter Text

14 - Using sensory toys to help self soothe. 

Derek was going to college full time in just a couple of days. 

Now that the house was finished and everyone had settled in, Derek’s school schedule was officially starting. Which meant he was expected to go to a classroom for two - five hours a day - three days a week. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. 

All his books had come in the mail and Stiles had taken him shopping for a backpack and all the stationary the Alpha could possibly need. 

He was ready… in a physical sense but emotionally, he was a nervous wreck. He’d go into shutdowns a lot easier and the past few days, he hadn’t been eating well. 

Stiles asked the betas for some help cheering and reassuring the Alpha wolf and that was how Erica got the idea. 

Derek, with a lap full of Stiles, and the rest of the pack were relaxing on the couch in the living room. Jackson was hogging the Tv remote and Isaac was reaching and wrestling for it. 

“Get off me, you big baby!” Jackson cried. 

“You’ve had the Tv for an hour! I want to watch my documentary!” Isaac cried back. 

“Puppies, calm down!” Stiles tried but the wrestling soon turned violent. 

Derek flashed his eyes at them, making them stop right away. “Enough!” His voice dark and low, “Jackson, give Isaac the remote.” 

“But-” 

“NOW!” 

Jackson whimpered, his wolf within him submitting and handing the remote over. 

Isaac got on the couch, wiggled his way beside Derek and Stiles before turning the channel over to a dinosaur documentary. 

Derek was very irritable. Quick to temper and it made Stiles nervous because he knew it was because the wolf was worried about starting school. 

Then Erica came barging in with a huge box in her hands. 

“Hey!” She greeted loudly, going up to Derek, “I’ve got you something!” 

Derek frowned, “Why?” 

“Well, I’ve been doing some research-” 

Jackson laughed a little too loudly at that. “You? Doing research? That’s a first.” 

“Shut up, dickward!” She snapped back and smiled when Boyd slapped the back of Jackson’s head. She turned to Derek, “I know you’ve been stressed about starting college so I got you some stuff that might help.” 

Stiles moved off the Alpha’s lap to give him room. Derek inspected the box before using his claws to open it. Derek’s frown increased when he saw the contents inside. 

“Children’s toys?” 

“No. They’re Stim toys.” She said, “Many to try out and see if they help.” 

Stiles smiled, “That’s so sweet, Erica. Well done.” 

Derek looked at the toys and the other betas seemed to look as well. Isaac even tried to get one of them but Stiles stopped him. 

“These are for Derek, puppy. You can have the ones Derek doesn’t like.” 

Isaac smiled and nodded before looking up at the Alpha, “Lets do a rating system.” 

“That could be fun!” Stiles said, “How about you try a toy and then rate the toy out of ten.” 

Derek nodded, “Okay.” The first one he picked up was a silicone square with circles lining it. 

Stiles found a sheet inside the box explaining each toy and read, “That’s a Dimple Pop it. You push the circles in and they make a noise that's meant to be calming.” 

Derek tried it, pushing in the circles, each one making a little ‘pop’. After a minute of popping, Derek hummed, “Not bad.” 

“Rating?” Erica asked. 

“6/10.” 

“Good! Onto the next one!” Stiles encouraged. 

Derek picked up the rubix cube next, already tangled. And before anyone said anything, Derek started to twist it, playing its game and everyone watched as the Alpha focused on it with such pure concentration. 

Not even five minutes later, the puzzle was solved. 

“Woah.” Isaac commented. 

Stiles kissed the side of Derek’s head, “Rating?” 

“10/10.” Derek said, “Laura used to tangle up all my rubix cubes before timing me to see how long it took for me to solve them. I haven’t done one in ages.” 

The next one was a latex squishy worm that’s meant to allow the user to twist and knot them. But as soon as Derek touched it, he threw it across the room, flapping his hand and cringing. 

Stiles reached up, using one hand to run his fingers through the wolf’s hair as the other grabbed ahold of the hand, soothing the knuckles with his thumb. “Bad texture?” 

Derek nodded, face still scrunched up. 

Isaac then took the rubix cube and began to tangle it quickly before giving it back to Derek - who quickly grabbed it and began to solve it in silence. His face going relaxed and shoulders deflating as he focused on the puzzle. 

Once done, he turned to Stiles in disbelief, “It works.” 

“It does.” Stiles smiled, “Wanna try the others?” 

Derek nodded, going back into the box, asking Stiles to remove all the latex things out so he didn’t have to touch them. 

The next thing was a necklace with a wolf shaped silicone pendant on it. 

Stiles read out from the papers, “Its a chew necklace. The idea is to chew on the pendant.” 

Derek shrugged, putting the necklace around his neck before hesitantly putting the silicone wolf into his mouth and biting down. 

“How’s it feel?” Boyd asked. 

“Weird…” Derek said, speech muffled by the toy, “But not unpleasant.” 

“Rating?” Stiles wondered. 

“8/10.” 

The next toy was a keychain that looked like pea sprouts. The Idea was to push the peas from the pouch. When Derek did, he had a look of disappointment, “3/10.” 

He gave the peas to Isaac who looked happy and started playing with the toy quietly. 

The next toy was a fidget tangle. A plastic loop that the person can use to tangle it up. But as soon as Derek twisted it, it broke under the Alpha’s strength. 

The same thing happened to the stress ball that had water in it. It exploded everywhere and Stiles had to run and get a mop. Both toys were a 1/10. 

The bubbles were a hit with everyone. Stiles blew the bubbles and watched in amazement how all the betas including the Alpha turned into big kids, reaching out to pop them, giggling and catching them. 10/10. 

Another hit was the liquid timer. As soon as Stiles turned the timer upside down, Derek watched, transfixed on the blue and green lava dropping down. When the bubbles stopped, Stiles turned it again to start it once more. And the Alpha kept watching. It was an adorable sight. The only comment the Alpha made was “10/10.” 

The last item in the box was a rain stick. A plastic tube with rainbow beads inside and when Derek tipped it, the beads would fall through the bumpy tube to create a pour of colours. The noise it made was like a storm of a winters day, thunderous and kinda intense. 

“5/10.” Derek said. 

So out of all ten toys, Derek’s favourites were the Rubix cube, the liquid timer, the bubbles and the chew necklace. 

The Alpha hugged Erica in thanks and Stiles could see Derek already relaxing as he sank back onto the couch, his chew pendant in his mouth as he watched the movie Boyd picked out. It was ‘Bad Boys’. A classic and the Alpha wolf leaned over Stiles to lay with him. His chest to Stiles’ back, arms wrapped around Stiles’ waist. Stiles traced patterns on Derek’s arm and soon heard snoring from behind him. He smiled to himself, continuing his tracing as he watched the movie with the rest of the pack. 

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As Derek entered the building, he played with the straps of his backpack as nerves creeped up his spine. The noise of the students getting to their lectures, the smell of body spray and perfume, the bright lights. It was quick to be overwhelming. He quickly reached into his backpack to pick out his headphones and Rubix cube - which was tangled beyond shit as Jackson decided to play with it - thinking cockily that he could solve it. 

The college and his teachers knew of his autism which was reassuring but the feeling of the new space was still scary. 

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he looked at the screen. It was texts from the pack. 

‘Good luck, honey! You’ll do great! I love you to the moon and back <3 - Stiles.’ 

‘I know you’re nervous but it will be okay. - Isaac.’ 

‘You’ve got this, Alpha! - Erica.’ 

‘Good luck, dude! - Jackson.’ 

‘It’s okay to be overwhelmed. Just breathe, try and enjoy your classes and if you need to step out for a breather, it’s okay to do so. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. You’ve got this. - Boyd.’ 

The messages made him smile. Feeling much more confident, Derek made his way to lecture hall B25. He took his seat at the back, knowing he’ll be able to hear just fine and see clearly anyways. He took out his notebooks, textbooks and pencil case. He removed his headphones hesitantly but realising that the hall wasn’t that noisy, he put his headphones back in his bag as he stuck his necklace chewed in his mouth, messaging his teeth into it as he waited for his teacher. 

A young woman came in through the door and she stopped at Derek’s desk. 

“Excuse me, sorry. Is this Entomology with Dr. Sarah Lee?” She was a brown girl with curly black hair. Her deep brown eyes reminding Derek of Stiles. She wore glasses, blue jeans and a moth shirt. 

Derek nodded in answer. 

“Thank God! I was so worried of going into the wrong lecture hall.” She made herself comfortable a couple of desk’s away from Derek as if to respect his space which Derek liked. “I’m Delilah.” She introduced. 

“Derek.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

“I have a boyfriend.” The wolf blurted, wanting to make sure she knew before any forceful flirting happened. 

Delilah smiled, a little shocked with the outburst, “Congratulations. I have a girlfriend.” 

“Oh. Good.” 

She chuckled, “What’s your boyfriend’s name?” 

“Stiles.” 

“Unique name.” 

“What’s your girlfriend’s name?” 

“Poppy.” 

“Unique name.” 

When the teacher came in, all the students quietened and listened as she spoke. 

For the first hour of the lecture, Derek took notes and found himself enjoying what he was learning. And when he started getting a bit nervous, he brought out his liquid timer and put it on the desk so he could watch the lava fall as he listened to Dr Lee talk about the wasp that caused a plane crash. 

When the lecture ended, Derek waited for the rest of the students to leave before getting up and putting his stuff away. 

Delilah came up to him and smiled, “Hey. Are you done for today?” 

“Yes. Stiles is picking me up and we’re going to lunch.” 

“That’s sweet. I’m glad to have met you, Derek.” 

“Thank you?” 

Delilah left with a chuckle and Derek put his headphones back on before leaving, weaving his way through the people until he got outside. When he saw Stiles, his shoulders dropped in relief and he all but ran to his mate, collecting him in a huge hug. 

“Hey, Der!” Stiles giggled as he was lifted up, “How was class?” 

“It was amazing! Did you know-” And that was how Stiles was stuck listening to all Derek had learned as they walked down the street and towards the jeep waiting for them. But Stiles didn’t mind. Seeing the pure excitement and happiness on his mate’s face was enough to make his heart flutter and breath taken away. 

Hand in hand, Derek rambled all down the street and this time Stiles was left speechless.

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15 - Using Stimming - continues repetitive movements - to help self soothe. 

As it turned out - to no one's surprise except Derek’s - Derek was an A+ student. Every essay, every paper, all A’s and B's. 

But he still needed a job. 

After a talk with Isaac, Derek had started the process of adopting the twenty year old. The social worker had nearly everything she needed and his lawyers were the best in Beacon Hills but the social worker was adamant that Derek needed a job with steady income to help aid in the argument that he could provide. 

So Derek went to his teacher one day after the lecture. 

“D-Dr. Lee?” 

Dr Sarah Lee was a Korean woman with red hair, winged eyeliner and a strong presence. She looked up at Derek with a smile. “Mr. Hale. One of my star students. What can I help you with?” 

“I need a job.” 

“Okay? And why are you coming to me?” 

“I’m in the process of adopting but my social worker told me to find a job with steady income to strengthen my case.” He explained, fingers nervously playing with his Rubix cube. “I want a job in Entomology. I want to do something in this field. I’m good at this. But I know I can’t without a degree.” 

“You’ll be graduating in four months.” 

“I know. B- But I need a job now or they’ll postpone the adoption for up to a year.” 

Dr Lee hummed, looking over the paperwork she had on her desk, “You’re smart, Mr Hale. A perfect student with almost perfect grades. I think I could hook you up with an internship with a local lab but that’s it.” 

Derek sighed in defeat, nodding in understanding. He turned around, hoisting up his backpack on his back and began to leave. 

“Mr Hale.” She called, making him turn to face her. “Give me a week and I’ll see if I can do something.” 

“Thank you, Dr Lee.” He said before leaving. 

That was five days ago. 

The pack had eaten dinner and were cleaning up the kitchen when suddenly there was a knock at the door. The betas were on alert but Derek calmed them with a flash of his eyes, “It’s the mailman.” He went and opened the door and was given a brown letter. 

It was addressed to him and so with a swipe of his pointer finger claw, he opened the envelope, took out the letter and began to read. 

Stiles came out from the kitchen and into the hall, “Der?” 

Derek was emotionless, shocked to his core as he read the letter. 

“Der?” Stiles said again, careful and soft, “What is it?” 

The Alpha just handed him the letter and Stiles read it aloud. 

“‘Dear Mr. Hale, 

After a indept conversation with Dr Sarah Lee and seeing your inspectional work, we hereby would like to offer you a position at our Forensic Entomology lab for a paid internship for six months. 

It will be added to your grades and push you in the direction of a degree and possible doctorate of Entomology. 

Please visit us at the address above and ask for Dr Nathanial Osborne to discuss the internship into full detail. 

Many thanks, 

Dr. N. Osborne.’”

The mated pair looked at each other. 

“Oh my god, Der!” Stiles shrieked, “This is amazing! Holy-!” 

Stiles was cut off by Derek. He howled in absolute joy, flapping his hands and jumping up and down before lifting Stiles up into his arms, twirling him around. 

“Derek!” Stiles screamed with laughter. 

When Derek put him down, the wolf kept moving. Unable to stand still as happy emotions bloomed inside him. He jumped and howled and twirled and flapped. It made Stiles so happy to see him freely stimming like that. Knowing he would never be judged or treated any differently. He was genuinely happy. 

The Alpha then swiped Stiles off his feet, leaving him no choice but to wrap his legs around Derek’s waist. 

The wolf then kissed him hard on the lips, tongue already sinking in, making him moan. His eyes fluttered and he cradled Derek’s head, stroking the stubble he found there. 

“D-Derek?” 

“Sorry. I got over excited.” 

“No! I love it. I’m so proud of you, honey.” He kissed him again then whispered against his ear, “Wanna take me upstairs so we can celebrate ?” 

Derek groaned, feeling Stiles bite lightly at his earlobe, “Do you mean-” 

“Sex, Der. I mean Sex.” 

“Okay. Just making sure.” The wolf then held Stiles’ tightly and ran up the stairs and to their shared bedroom. 

As soon as the door to their bedroom closed, he felt it. The wet swipe of a warm tongue and curious sniffing followed by more licking. Derek was mouthing at the bite mark he left on the line of his throat almost five months ago. Faint white lines of his teeth. The claim he made that made everyone know that Stiles was his. 

“Alpha,” Stiles whispers between licks and Derek’s heart just about bursts in his chest, overflowing with love and fondness for his mate.

“Mate.” Derek replied with a rumble of his chest. 

Stiles rocks into Derek’s body and moans, the movement graceful and sinuous. There’s heat roaring through Derek’s body, needy and wanting, wanting his mate split open on his cock, wanting to lay claim and paint his ownership with bruises and bite marks all over Stiles’ body. But he also wanted to make love to him. Love him until he is overcome with pleasure and joy. 

But the wolf inside was the one that won. 

“I need to be inside you,” Derek said, desperate. His cock hard and aching, “Now.”

Stiles grabs at Derek’s shirt. “Yes! Fuck, Der.” 

Derek ripped Stiles’ shirt and pants off with ease and pinned him to the bed. His mate is so damn beautiful Derek might actually be salivating, all smooth skin and tight muscles and his pretty cock hard against his thigh. 

Once Derek’s belt was off Stiles ripped through Derek’s trousers with no remorse, licking his lips appreciatively at what he saw. No matter how many times he’s seen the glory that was the Alpha’s meaty cock, it always made him hot all over and mouth to moisten. 

All offending garments kicked and shredded and Derek leans over for a kiss, pressing his body down against all that smooth hot skin. Stiles blushed, pink from his cheeks all the way down almost to his belly and when Derek rubbed his thumb over a nipple he moaned into the kiss, arching up so his cock rubbed eagerly against Derek’s thigh. Derek lets the desperate humping go on for a few more seconds before pulling back and flipping Stiles over onto his belly.

Derek’s inner wolf was clawing at the surface, begging to be set free so he could take, take, take. But Derek didn’t want to hurt Stiles. 

“You won’t hurt me.” Stiles panted into the pillow he was buried in, wiggling his hips as if to tease. “Let go, Alpha and take me.” 

Their bond was strong, and Derek let go. Growling in a mighty rumble. 

He spread Stiles’ cheeks apart and licked right over his puckered hole.

Stiles moaned and shuddered, pushing back into Derek’s face encouragingly. Derek wanted to lick and finger his mate until he was a delirious mess and begging for Derek to fuck him, but his claws won’t retract so he had to make due with making him as sloppy wet as possible before spitting into his own palm and slicking up his cock. He pulled Stiles up onto his knees and Stiles spread himself as wide as possible.

“Derek!” 

“I thought it was ‘Alpha’?” The wolf whispered in Stiles’ ear. 

Stiles giggled, but it soon turned into a moan when he felt Derek’s cock rub against his hole, “Come on, Alpha . Please. Please. Come on. Fuck me. Fuck your mate like a real Alpha.” 

Derek growled, hands grabbing forcefully at Stiles’ boney hips and thrusting in one intoxicating blow.

Stiles shouted out, all air in his lungs pushed out as his heart leapt into his throat. Pleasure running up his spine, making his cock twitch and ooze. “Oh, Fuck!” 

Derek growled, driving in deeper, pushing Stiles down until he’s chest to mattress, and spreading himself over his mate’s back, biting and marking whatever skin he could get his mouth on as he fucked into his mate, again and again. Under him, Stiles was moaning and whimpering and begging. 

“Mine.” The wolf said, voice low and threatening, “My mate.”

Stiles’ body was pushing up into him in response, pleading for more.

“Alpha! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” 

Derek smelt it before he felt Stiles tightening around him. Stiles came untouched, thighs shaking, throat echoing the room. 

When Derek felt the tightness around him, his knot bloomed and quickly tied them together. As he began to fill his mate, Stiles collapsed down on the bed, his legs shaking uncontrollably and whimpering.

Derek kissed his shoulders and when Stiles reached up to stroke his hair, he moaned happily, kissing the mating bite. 

“I love you, Stiles.” The wolf whispered into the afterglow. 

Stiles hummed, eyes closed and a huge smile on his flushed face, “I love you too… Alpha.” 

Derek playfully growled, nipping at his neck making him giggle. 

“Are you excited about the internship?” Stiles asked into the quiet. 

Derek tightened his arms around Stiles, “Yeah. It doesn't feel real.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“I’ve got a home, a pack, a soon to be adopted son, a beautiful, kind, super smart mate who I love with all my soul,” He kissed the side of Stiles’ head, “And now I have a job in my dream field. It’s like all of my dreams have come true.” He kissed Stiles again then said, “Well not all my dreams.” 

“What other dreams have you got?” 

“Marriage… pups.” 

“You want to get married?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And have more puppies.” 

“Yes.” 

Stiles hummed happily, sleep heavy and close, “That seems like something we can aim for.” 

Derek just kissed all along his throat and shoulder before joining his mate in blissful sleep.

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16 - Liking to plan things carefully before doing them.  

Derek was very good at making to do lists. He had a notebook filled with them. And he found himself sitting in the kitchen with that very plain black notebook, pen hovering. 

Stiles was at the Sheriff’s station - after getting a job there working in the office with his dad as an investigator. Derek had never been so proud of him. 

Isaac worked at a local second hand bookstore, right beside Erica’s work which was a little cafe with baby blue walls and a jukebox. 

Boyd and Jackson were mechanics down in the garage - it surprised Derek that Jackson went for the route of work. He always hated getting messy but the work actually made Jackson’s wolf a lot calmer. All the heavy lifting and concentration was doing him good. 

While he himself was only a few weeks into his internship, it was amazing. It was something he wanted to do for the rest of his life. 

But that wasn’t the only thing he wanted for the rest of his life. He also wanted Stiles by his side. 

And that was the point of this list. 

At the top of the page were the words ‘Proposal Plan’ in his thick bold writing. 

He thought for a moment, thinking through it mentally before sealing its fate onto paper. 

Step One - Get the perfect ring 

He asked the pack for help and that required getting them to promise to keep their mouths shut so Stiles doesn’t suspect anything. 

“This is so exciting!” Erica screamed with happiness as they walked through the mall. 

“I can’t believe you’re going to be proposing, dad.” Isaac said - he’s only just been confident enough to start calling Derek ‘Dad’. The Adoption wasn’t official but it was in the court’s system. It takes a long time to approve an adoption but that didn’t mean Isaac couldn’t call him ‘Dad’. The first time it happened was an accident and Isaac tried to apologise and it took Derek and Stiles twenty minutes to calm him down. And after Derek told him that he was allowed to call him ‘Dad’, Isaac cried and the three snuggled on the couch watching ‘Finding Nemo’ (Isaac’s favourite movie). That was two weeks ago. But it still made Derek’s wolf chase it’s tail with utter happiness every time he heard it. 

“Yeah, Derek.” Boyd said from the back of the pack, arm around Erica’s waist to stop her from running into every shop that caught her attention. “This is pretty big.” 

“I’ve thought about proposing for a while.” The Alpha admitted, “I just wanted it to be perfect.” 

“What makes now perfect?” Jackson asked. 

“It’s our one year anniversary in a week. And I read that anniversaries are an appropriate date to propose.” 

“That’s so romantic!” Erica cried out. 

They got to the jewellery shop and they fanned out to look around. 

The pack would call Derek over to show them a ring they’ve spotted but every time, Derek would find something wrong with it. 

“It’s too plain.” 

“It’s too busy.” 

“Stiles doesn’t like gold.” 

“I don’t like the pattern.” 

“The colour is wrong.” 

Eventually, Erica called him over and pointed to a ring behind the glass. And there it was. A 6x8mm Pear Moissanite Ring. It was a Moon shaped Engagement Ring of 14k White Gold. It had a large diamond in the centres with two half moon shaped diamonds next to it and along the band were beautiful swirls and diamonds. The stone in the middle had a crown base at the top making it elegant, unique, beautiful and strong - everything Stiles was. 

“That’s it. That’s the one.” The Alpha whispered. 

Erica beamed and went to grab the assistance lady. Boyd, Jackson and Isaac crowded around it with Derek, looking at the ring. 

“It’s beautiful.” Boyd commented. 

“It’s a woman’s ring…?” Jackson frowned. 

Derek rolled his eyes, “Stiles has thin fingers and men’s rings are far too plain and simple for Stiles.” 

“Makes sense.” Jackson huffed then smiled, “It is a beautiful ring, boss.” 

“Yeah, Dad!” Isaac grinned like an excited child, “It’s perfect.” 

The assistant came in, her name tag said ‘Amy’. She was short even with her five inch heels and when she smiled, she had a slight gap in her front teeth. But she was pretty. 

“How can I help you?” She asked. 

“Hello, Can I purchase this ring please?” Derek said, pointing to the ring. 

“Absolutely!” She took out her keys to open the glass, took out the ring and the pack followed her to the desk, “Do you have your girlfriend’s ring size?” 

“It’s for my boyfriend.” The Alpha said matter of factly, “And yes, I wrote it down.” He handed her a post-it note. 

Amy looked a little shocked before smiling politely, looking at the measurements. “We should already have this size, please wait a moment. While you wait, maybe have a look at our ring boxes.” She pointed to the display filled with little silky boxes. She then went into the back room. 

“How about this green one!” Jackson said, pointing. 

“Are you stupid? This purple one is the prettiest.” Erica said, nudging Jackson out of the way. 

“I like the yellow one.” Isaac voiced quietly, swallowed by the other two arguing. 

Boyd stood next to Derek with his arms crossed, watching them with a small smile, “Idiots.” 

Derek chuckled before going over, “I like the black. It’s simple and would make the ring stand out.” 

“I like it.” Jackson said. 

Boyd nodded, Isaac too. Erica mumbled that it was boring but agreed all the same. 

As Derek paid, Amy boxed up the ring and then gave it to Derek. 

“I hope for nothing but happiness for you and your soon to be fiancé.” She smiled. 

Derek put the ring in his leather jacket pocket and smiled back, “Thank you.” 

Step one - done.  

Step Two - Ask the Sheriff for permission 

Derek was old school and very much liked tradition so asking for the Sheriff’s permission was very important to the wolf. 

He took a breath as he stood outside the Sheriff’s office. It was Stiles’ day off from the station so he knew it was safe and Erica had persuaded him to take her shopping so Derek didn’t have to explain why he was going out. 

He knocked on the door and was told to come in. 

“Ah, Derek. What brought you in? Nothing bad I hope.” 

“N-No, Sir. Everything is good.” Derek said, a little nervous now as he stood in the office - the same office he once was handcuffed in and accused of his twin sister’s murder. 

Seeing that the wolf was nervous, John pointed to the chair, “Have a seat and tell me what’s going on.” 

Derek sat down, hands rubbing together as he looked down at his shoes. 

‘Do not go non-verbal. Do not go non-verbal. Do not go non-verbal.’ Was what he repeated to himself in his head before forcing himself to look up at the Sheriff. 

“I want to propose to Stiles.” Derek spoke and suddenly, he couldn’t stop, “I love your son. So much. He is amazing and loyal and loving and - I want to marry him. I know we’ve only been dating for a year but we’ve known each other for six and I know I am not someone who deserves him. I know that my past, my reputation and history is something that doesn’t even compare to him. But I love him. He’s everything to me and I want to ask for your permission to propose.” 

John sat here for a minute before smiling, “Do you have a ring?” 

“Y-Yes! Yes, I do.” He reached into his pocket and gave the black velvet box to the Sheriff. 

John opened it and gasped, “Wow. That is a stunner.” He closed the box and gave it back to the wolf, “I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

Derek’s ears perked up and a hopeful look flooded his face, “Does that mean-” 

“You have my permission to propose to my son.” John stood and so did Derek and they shook hands firmly. “And, Derek. You deserve someone like Stiles. You’re a  good man. And you’ve grown so much. I’ll be proud to call you my son-in-law.”  

Step two - check. 

Step Three - Select a location 

Derek wanted to show the pack where he had in mind to propose. 

As he led them in the preserve at the back of the house, Erica was sceptical. 

“Derek, when you said you wanted to show us where you wanted to propose, I expected a restaurant or beach, not somewhere we’ve been a thousand times before.” 

“The website said to have the location be personal and memorable.” Derek said, “And I know these woods blindfolded. I know a place special to both me and Stiles.” 

“I think it’s sweet.” Isaac spoke, ducking under a tree branch. 

“You would, Mr Romcom.” Jackson huffed. 

“Shut up!” Isaac whined. 

Erica growled at Jackson, “You cried at the notebook too so don’t try and lie to fix your masculine ego.” 

“That’s enough.” Derek called then pulled a cape of leaves out of the way to show the betas a wonderful view. 

It was a stream. A flowing clear stream of sparkling water that flowed over pebbles and rocks. The banks of soil around it held growing flowers of every colour and the sun above shined down giving a spotlight to the bees that were pollinating nearby. 

“Woah.” Jackson commented, looking around, “Fuck.” 

“This is amazing.” Boyd smirked. 

“It’s like another world!” Isaac gasped. 

“Wait! How come you’ve never taken us here before?” Erica narrowed her eyes. 

“This place is special. Personal.” Derek explained, “It’s where my parents got married. Stiles found me here after I had a meltdown regarding the idea of re-building the house.” The memory made Derek give the betas an apologetic smile before going over to the water, kneeling down to put his fingers through the stream, “He helped me calm down, he spoke to me like he understood even though I knew he didn’t. He didn’t belittle me or talk to me like a child. He told me that my feelings were valid.” He smiled to himself, “We kissed and just looked out at the trees with our feet in the water… it’s one of my favourite memories.” 

“Then I think this is the perfect spot.” Boyd said, smiling at Erica and slinging his arm over her shoulders. 

“Yeah, boss.” Jackson nodded, “Good choice.” 

“This is going to be amazing, Dad!” Isaac beamed, “It’s perfect!” 

Erica nodded, smiling proudly. 

Derek stood up, looking down at his reflection in the water, remembering the day with Stiles, “Yeah. It’s perfect.” 

Step Four - Have a way to capture the moment 

“You could hire a photographer.” Erica suggested. 

“No. I don’t want some stranger lurking around an intimate moment.” Derek shot down, giving Isaac the sandwich he had just made for him before going back to the kitchen counter to work on his own. 

“What about your phone?” Jackson said from the breakfast bar, “Just lean it against a tree or something.” 

Derek shook his head. He wanted to capture the moment he proposed to Stiles on some sort of camera but he had to find a way to do it where it’s private, effective and quiet. 

“Motion activated camera?” Jackson said again. 

“We’re werewolves, not spies.” Erica snorted, taking a bite out of her own sandwich. 

“Why not just get a video camera and point it out of some bushes.” Boyd suggested, “All you have to do is make sure it’s recording before the actual proposal.” 

Silence. Then Derek looked at Boyd and pointed at him with a butter knife, “That’s a good idea.” 

Step Five - Select music 

Stiles’ favourite band was ‘The Amazing Devil’ . So Derek had already downloaded all their songs on his own phone. He had the song ‘Fair’ ready to play for when he was going to go down on one knee. 

Step Six - Get flowers 

Daisies and lilies. 

Those were the first lot of flowers he gave Stiles so he ordered ten bouquets of them. 

He had to hide the flowers in Isaac’s room because he knew that his son would look after them. 

“You can count on me, Dad! I’ll keep them in good health!” He promised and Derek believed him based on the many healthy plants growing on the windowsill. 

Step Seven - Select outfit 

Erica took him shopping… which shouldn’t’ve surprised Derek but it did. 

They ended up at a professional tailors shop. 

“How are you feeling about proposing?” She asked the Alpha, “Nervous?” 

Derek was standing on the podium as the tailor measured him. 

“A little.” Derek admitted, “I just want it to go perfect. Stiles deserves perfection.” 

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself.” Erica crossed her arms as she watched the tailor measure Derek’s muscular back. 

Derek looked at Erica through the mirror, “What do you suggest?” 

“Just relax a little. Stiles loves you. You know he’ll say yes.” 

“But he deserves a great proposal.” 

“And it will be great.” She reassured, “Not just because of all the work you’re putting in but because it was you who did the proposing.” 

Derek smiled, looking down, shrugging. 

“I know you don’t think you deserve Stiles, Derek. But I just want you to know that you two are perfect for each other.” Erica said sincerely, “You complete each other. You are stronger together, understand each other and make everyone around you feel safe.” 

Derek turned around to face her, “Thank you, Erica.” 

“Now, let's go get you a suit!” 

After an hour, Erica was waiting outside the changing room,  reading a magazine. 

She groaned, leaning back in the chair she was occupying, “Come on, Derek! How long are you going to take?! It’s been fifteen minutes!” 

“Fine! I’m coming. Just… I’m out of my comfort zone so-” 

“I promise to be good. Now come out!” 

“I’m Bisexual!” 

Erica actually laughed, “That was a good joke, Derek. But seriously, come out here so I can see.” 

“Okay. Okay.” Derek sighed, opening the door and gently walking out with his head down. 

His hair was slightly roughened from him taking on and off shirts. Black dress pants, long and smooth and they fit his thick thighs beautifully. Shiny dress shoes with a slightly pointed tip and a leather belt which hugged his hip bones. He had on a white long sleeved shirt which was rolled up to his elbows. The shirt tucked in. 

Erica smiled, “Very nice. Like James Bond.” 

Derek scoffed. 

“I’m serious!” She said, “But it’s missing something.” 

She went off, only to return a minute later. She went up to Derek and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt. Derek slapped her hands away with a sound of protest. She gave him a face of impatience before continuing her mission, puffing up the collar so that the tops of his chest hair was peaking through. She then hooked a waistcoat around over his arms and buttoned it twice. It made his chest puff out and his waist to be cut. 

She stepped back from her mannequin and put her hands on her hips, “Brilliant. Now you really are James Bond. Alpha-07.” 

Derek turned to look at himself in the mirror that was in the changing room and inspected himself. He grinned to himself. He had to admit that he looked good. 

The tailor came up to them and asked, “Everything okay?” 

Derek nodded and said back, eyes fixed on the mirror, “I’ll take it.” 

Step Eight - Pack dinner 

Derek made the dinner he and Stiles were going to eat before Stiles got home. He packs cheese burgers, curly fries and salad for main and a mouth melting chocolate fudge cake for desert - the same one from the restaurant of their first date and Stiles’ favourites. He then hid the food in his camaro. 

When Stiles came in through the door, he sighed in exhaustion, throwing his coat on the peg and slamming his briefcase down. He went through the kitchen and saw the pack. 

“Hey, puppies!” 

“Hey, Stiles!” They cheered. 

Stiles went up to Derek, went onto his tiptoes to wrap his arms around Derek’s neck and gave him a sweet kiss. “Hey, handsome.” 

The Alpha smiled, hands going onto Stiles’ waist and tugging him so they were chest to chest. “Hey, beautiful.” Derek responded, kissing Stiles again, this time deeper and hotter. 

“EW!” Jackson whined. 

“Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!” Erica cried as if in distress. 

Stiles giggled, pulling apart from Derek. “Happy anniversary, Der.”  

“Happy anniversary, Stiles.” 

“So…” Stiles drew out, fingers drawing patterns on Derek’s firm chest, “Are we doing anything special tonight to celebrate?” 

“Hmm.” Derek pretended to think, “I don’t know. How about you go upstairs, freshen up, put on some nice clothes and all will be revealed.” 

Stiles shrieked in excitement and Erica pulled Stiles away from the Alpha and forced him up the stairs. 

“Where are we- Erica!” 

“I’m picking your outfit!” 

Derek then turned back to his other betas and said- 

Step Eight - Have the betas distract Stiles so you can set up 

“Make sure he’s distracted. I’ll call Boyd when I’m ready.” 

Boyd nodded, Isaac looked like he was about to burst with happiness while Jackson saluted. 

Derek went into the downstairs bathroom to get changed into the tailored clothes Erica helped with, making sure to do as he’s told by keeping the first three buttons of his shirt undone. 

He then went outside, grabbed the food and a backpack from the camaro and made his way into the preserve. 

The stream was glowing under the stars, the air warm but not hot, cool but not cold. The flowers still as if sleeping and the tree branches ruffled to create the perfect song. 

The bouquet of daisies and lilies were already displayed, circling the space where he had draped a blanket. In his backpack he pulled out a dozen fake candles. Ever since the fire, Derek has been very strict with candles - not even allowing lighters in the house. The only candles allowed were those battery operated and fairy lights. 

He turned on the candles and surrounded the blanket and it made a beautiful romantic lighting that made the shadows of the trees dance with the moonlight. 

He put the basket where the food was and placed it down and he knew he didn’t need to be afraid of animals stealing it because the basket was drenched with his scent. An Alpha wolf’s scent. He knows nothing will touch it. 

Finally, he pulled out the camera and placed it in one of the bushes nearby, making sure the lens was free and unshielded. The camera pointed to the picnic setting and it was the type of camera that came with a remote so he could turn it on when he was ready. 

The remote in his waistcoat pocket. 

He looked around and smiled to himself.

He took out his phone and rang Boyd. 

“Boss?” 

“Is Stiles ready?” 

“Sure thing.” 

“I’ll come get him.” 

“Okay. Hurry though, he’s getting restless.” 

Derek rolled his eyes, hung up and went back to the house. 

The Final Step - Propose 

When the front door opened and Stiles stepped out in burgundy trousers, black shoes, a white shirt and a thin black tie. Derek’s breath left him and his heart thundered. 

Derek stepped forward and offered Stiles his hand. 

When Stiles saw his boyfriend, tears of joy filled his eyes. He grabbed the hand offered to him and they stared at each other with a giant grin. 

“Hi.” Stiles whispered. 

“Hi.” Derek replied. 

The kiss they shared was one of passion and love. Soft and sweet and loving and pure. 

When they pull apart, Derek starts to guide Stiles away from the house and into the woodlands that surround them. 

They got deeper and Derek had to catch Stiles a few times as he stumbled over rocks and roots. 

“Derek.” Stiles giggled when Derek held him close to help aid him across the paths, “Where are we going?” 

“If I tell you then it won’t be a surprise, will it?” 

“Derek-” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Everything is going according to plan.” 

Stiles rolled his eyes in the darkness, “You and your plans.” 

“You love them.” 

“I love you. There’s a difference.” 

When they got close to the scene,  Derek covered his eyes. 

“Why are you covering my eyes, I can’t see anything anyways.” 

“Stiles.” 

“Yes?” 

“Shut up and let me do something nice for you.” 

“Okay! Okay!” He chuckled, holding onto the hand Derek had around his waist. 

When Derek removed his hand from Stiles’ eyes, revealing the scene he had made, Stiles looked and gasped. Derek reached in and took out his phone to start playing ‘The Amazing Devil’. 

It was truly a beautiful sight and it made Stiles unable to stop the tears as he felt like the most precious thing in the world. All because Derek believed him so. 

“Oh, Derek!” He spun around and hugged his wolf with all his strength. “Thank you. This is amazing.” 

“This isn't all.” Derek teased, taking him to the blanket, “Let's sit down and eat.” 

As they ate what Derek made, they spoke in quiet tones, looking up at the sky and in each other's eyes. At some point they took off their socks and shoes to put them in the water. 

They shared desert, kisses and hushed words. All as the moon watched from above. 

“How about we exchange gifts?” Stiles said. He reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. 

Derek took it and cradled it carefully. 

Stiles kissed the side of his head, “Happy anniversary, my darling wolf.” 

Derek opened the envelope and inside was an old photograph. Wrinkled and yellowing but the picture was clear to Derek. 

It was a picture of his family. 

His mother and father in the middle. Talia and David, both smiling with their faces pressed together. 

Beside Talia were fourteen year old Laura and Derek. Laura had her arm around her brother, sticking her tongue out to the camera. Derek looked shyly at his feet but smiling all the same as he clutched a book to his chest. In front of Laura and Derek was a little girl. Emma. Her long black hair was in a braid and as she smiled, you could clearly see the two big gaps where her baby teeth had fallen out, the adult ones not grown yet. 

Beside David was another teenager. Thirteen year old Elizabeth. Her posture was strong and her smile closed. And Rebecca was next to her. Tomboyish in nature with her camouflage clothes and mud stained cheeks.

Joshua wasn’t in the photo. Not really. Not if you counted the big pregnant bump of Talia Hale. 

Tears fell from Derek’s eyes and Stiles reached up to wipe them away. 

“W-Where- How?” 

“I found it on one of the police databases originally. Then I looked through some old files and this was in one of them.”

“Stiles- I-I-”

“Shh. It’s okay. Take a breath.”

Derek did so then attacked Stiles in a bone crushing hug, half pulling him into his lap. 

“Thank you, Stiles.” Derek sniffed, nuzzling Stiles’ neck, “I-I was scared I was going to forget what they looked like.” 

Stiles held onto him just a tightly, “You won’t forget them, Der. Not when you can now see them whenever you’d like.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Derek didn’t know how long they stayed like that but when he pulled away to kiss Stiles again, his tears were drying on his face and the moon was the main focus of the sky. 

“Want your present now?” 

Stiles nodded, “Yes please!” 

Derek got up and reached into his pocket to grab the remote, quickly clicking record. He heard the camera beep on but it was quiet so he knew Stiles didn’t hear it. He then picked up his phone and turned on the song ‘Fair’, letting the first of the lyrics swim through the air. 

‘It's what my heart just yearns to say in ways that can't be said

It’s what my rotting bones will sing when the rest of me is dead’ 

He pulled Stiles up from where he was sitting and gave him another small kiss. 

‘It's what's engraved upon my heart in letters deeply worn

Today I somehow understand the reason I was born

"'Cause outwardly," he says, "I try so hard to make you laugh at me"’

“Stiles,” Derek started, clearing his throat, “I wanted to write down what I was going to say but Isaac told me to speak from the heart when we were in this moment so it would be more special. So I’m sorry if this is terrible.” 

Stiles chuckled but shook his head as if disagreeing already. 

‘And she, she does, she laughs as though she's not heard the joke ten thousand times before’ 

“Stiles, I love you so much. I never would’ve thought that I would be standing here with you and declaring my undying love for you. Not because you’re unlovable because you’re probably the most loveable person ever. But it was me who I thought was unlovable.” 

‘And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she’s hurtling through time

"Oh, darling, please be mine"’ 

“But you make me feel like I deserve love, joy, wander, family. You make me see myself as someone who is allowed to live even though my family is gone.” 

Tears came flooding his eyes again as he held onto Stiles’ hands. And Stiles was already crying silently as he listened. 

‘She promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much

And he, he curses at the world for leaving him behind, and he's falling out of touch

And she is stronger than he's ever been, he knows’ 

“You don’t see my autism as a struggle or disease. You see it as some sort of strength and it took me a long time but I think I'm starting to see that too. I’m different - not only because of how my brain works but because I’m a werewolf, I’m a Hale, I’m an individual. And you’re just as unique, just as special and beautiful and such a bright light in the darkness that used to swallow me whole.” 

‘And she brushes her hand through his hair, he's got so much fucking hair

And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay

And when they're sure no-one can hear them

She'll turn to him and say, she'll turn to him and say’ 

“I want you by my side. When we run through the full moon, when we battle the next supernatural threat, when we watch the next Marvel movie… I want you next to me for the rest of my life.” 

‘"It's not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you

It’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when I'm actually really fucking cross at you for something"

And he'll say’ 

“You are my mate, my second, my lover, my reason for strength and fight. You are mine as I am yours, for as long as you wish, which I hope is as long as I do.” 

Stiles wiped his face but it didn’t stop the flooding of tears so he pulled Derek’s hands to his chest and held them there. 

‘"Oh, how, oh, how unreasonable

How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I spend my days so close to you 'cause if I'm standing here, maybe everyone will think I'm alright"’ 

“I want to share a life with you. I want a commitment, a marriage, a few pups.” 

That made Stiles wetly chuckle, nodding his head in agreement. 

‘"I've seen enough," he says, "I know exactly what I want

And it's this life that we've created

Inundated with the fated thought of you

And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all

Like petals in a storm’ 

“And I promise to be the man you deserve. I promise to protect you and our pack and future pups. I promise to never leave your side and to fight for you in every way.” 

‘'Cause darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades

At night when light is fading

Just to let you know I'm old, waylaid and feels like I am wading

Into carpet burns and carousels

Christ, you'll be the death of me"’

“Because the love I have for you is the type of love that comes once in a lifetime and its something you never want to let go off.” 

‘And calm throughout his melodrama, she will turn and say

"Dear heart, it's me, it's me

You don't need to pretend to be someone you’re not’ 

“And I know that I will fall in love with you a little more each day we spend together.” 

‘'Cause it's not like I've never heard you fart and snore

And for some godforsaken reason

I'm still here, love, like I've always been before"

And he'll say’ 

“So…” Derek took out the velvet black box from his trouser pocket before going down on one knee. 

Stiles gasped, one hand going over his mouth as the other still clutched at Derek’s hand. 

‘"It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you

It's not fair 'cause you make me weep when I'm just trying to watch The Office with my yoghurt"

And she'll say’

“I love you, Stiles. As much as the stars love the moon.” He opens the box and the ring insides glimmers as the diamonds breath in the moonlight above. 

Stiles looks upon the ring and sobs, eyes fixed on the many diamonds. 

“D-Der.” 

‘"Oh how, oh how unreasonable

How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I'll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I'm standing here

Maybe everyone will think I'm cool"’ 

“Stiles Stilinski, will you marry me?” Derek’s own face was dripping with tears as he presented the ring to the love of his life. 

Stiles was shaking, his heart about to explode as his love for Derek overwhelmed him along with the beautiful words. 

“Yes.” He whispered, nodding furiously, “Yes, Derek. I will marry you.” 

“Yes?” 

“YES!” 

Derek stood up just in time to catch Stiles jumping into his arms, holding him close. 

‘"How unfair, how unfair," they'll sing as they dance across the darling rooftop wreck

He'll trip and she'll pretend not to have seen

Burying her head into his chest and clinging to the moment

"Where have you been?" she'll whisper’

Derek slid the ring onto Stiles’ finger and it fit perfectly. Stiles looked at it closer and stroked it lovingly before jumping back into the wolf’s arms to kiss him. 

‘"I've waited oh so long for you to come"

And as the stars above them hum and hear them

He'll turn to her and say, "That's what she said"’ 

The kiss was deep and emotions transferred in their veins as their lips moved and their tongues danced to the rhythm of the song. 

“I love you.” Derek whispered into his lips and Stiles couldn’t help put the grind into Derek as their hands started to wonder. 

“I love you too.” 

‘"It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you

It's not fair 'cause you make me ache, you bastard"

And they'll say

"Oh how, oh how unreasonable’ 

The kissing got more lustful and their desire and heat grew. 

Derek, remembering the camera, went into his waistcoat pocket and pressed the button again. The recording stopped, he heard it click and it allowed him to pick Stiles up and drape him across the blanket with him on top of his now fiancé. 

‘How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I'll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I'm stood here

Then I'm stood here’ 

They panted in each other's space, Stiles’ hands cupping Derek’s head as he felt the Alpha rub his thighs and ass. 

“Make love to me, Der.” 

Derek nodded against Stiles' forehead, pulling at Stiles’ tie until it came loose. 

“Please.” 

“Shh.” Derek lulled, “I’ve got you.” 

‘And I'll stand here

I'll stand here with you"’

Chapter Text

3 Years Later 

The pack were waiting for Derek to graduate. 

In the audience at the back, eyes on the stage as the professor of the university spoke his introduction. 

Erica, heavily pregnant, gently sat down with Boyd’s help. Jackson beside her just in case she needed his aid. Isaac was almost jumping up and down for his father’s entrance. 

The adoption was accepted almost two and half years ago and ever since then, Isaac has blossomed into a brilliant young man. He was now the manager of the bookstore he worked at and he was happy. The happiest Stiles had ever seen him. 

Jackson was dating again and had a girlfriend that was getting slightly serious. She was human so he was taking it slow but the entire pack had his full support. He was also doing boxing as another way to cope with that repressed anger and it was helping him wonderfully. And he had a natural talent for it. 

Boyd proposed to Erica when they found out about their little one. She was now seven months along and would eat anything in sight if anyone didn’t stop her. She once ate Stiles’ curly fries before he could even touch them and when he confronted her on it, she burst into a tornado of tears, curse words and snot bubbles. One of the guest bedrooms was already set up for little Boyd Jr and as she lovingly stroked her stomach as she waited, Stiles could see then and there how amazing Erica will be as a mother. Strong, fearless, loving and brave. Not only her but Boyd was beyond excited. When he told Derek of the pup, he was beaming like his head was in the clouds. He’s going to be an excellent father. Intelligent, bold, courageous and determined. That little pup was blessed.

Stiles and Derek got married over a year ago and the ceremony was small but spectacular. With autumn trees surrounding them and his dad giving him away and the beautiful lighting and music and food. Every time he thought about that night, it always made Stiles smile, blush and shiver. 

Suddenly, a baby’s cry was heard and Stiles looked down at the stroller at his side. One of the twins was crying. 

Four months ago, Derek and Stiles adopted two little girls. They were orphaned pups needing a home and they quickly became the family they’ve always wanted. The second guest bedroom was made up for them. 

The fussy now crying one of the pups was Tabitha. She had brown hair and bright blue eyes with freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. Her rosy cheeks stained with tears as the six month old begged to be let out of the trap that was her stroller. 

The other twin - who was still fast asleep was Rosie. Her brown hair was slightly darker - going into black territory - and her freckles were lighter and more spaced out. But her blue eyes were just as bright as her sister’s. They both wore summer dresses to help with the summer heat around them. Tabitha in a white with blue polka dots while Rosie had a blue with white polka dots. The dresses were Isaac’s doing. He loved his younger sisters and would do anything for them. 

Stiles picked up Tabitha and rocked her slightly, kissing her head. She immediately stopped fussing and nuzzled her mama’s neck. (Stiles was mama, deal with it). 

Just as the graduation started, the students in a cap and gown all in a line, waiting to be called out, Rosie started crying, hating to be left out. 

Stiles handed Tabitha over to Isaac who screeched in delightment when seeing her big brother, a chubby hand grabbing at Isaac’s collar. Stiles lifted Rosie up and rocked her on his hip, bringing her bottle of juice to her lips so she could rehydrate, giving Isaac Tabitha’s bottle to do the same. 

When Derek was next, the pack got ready. 

“Dr. Derek David Hale.” The professor announced and as Derek walked on stage, the pack cheered and the pups screamed also, seeing their daddy but not able to reach him. 

Derek looked out into the crowd and smiled and when he locked eyes with Stiles, Stiles kissed his rings that sat on his left ring finger. 

Derek took his doctorate and shook his professor’s hand before going backstage. 

Once everyone was done, the professor spoke again. 

“Now for a celebratory speech from one of our top students in forensic entomology, Dr. Derek David Hale.” 

Everyone clapped when Derek came back on stage, the purple gown he wore suited him a lot. Stiles needed to get him some purple shirts. 

The pack were the last ones to stop clapping and when they did, Derek cleared his throat, looking down at the notes he had written. 

“First, I would like to congratulate every single one of the graduates, I know first hand how hard everyone worked and you should be proud of yourselves.” The room clapped once more before going quiet for Derek again. “I was asked to give this speech because not only am I a top student but it is also because I have a disability. I am Autistic. And I know many of you will look at me and assume that I’m not based on the false stereotypes the media shows of Autistic people. You see, the media shows Autistic people as emotionless. As childish, asexual people who are unable to take care of ourselves. They show us as weak, except for the spontaneous talent of the piano or mathematics. But I am here. I am Autistic. But that is not all I am. I am a student. I am now a doctor of forensic entomology. I am a scientist, a hard working man. I am a friend, a mentor.” He looked at Stiles, “I am a husband.” He looked at his girls and Isaac, “And I am a father.” He glanced back at his notes, “And I may be Autistic. But that doesn’t stop me from being all those other things. And I hope  you see autism as not some incurable disease… but something that can make someone uniquely them who is able to dream and create and become whoever they want to become. Whether that’s a doctor, a zoo keeper, a hair stylist, an actor, a musician or author. Don’t tell them that they can’t do it because they’re Autistic… because it will be embarrassing for you when they prove you wrong. Thank you.” 

The crowd stood up and clapped for Derek as he got off stage and made a beeline towards his pack. He kissed Stiles, hugged his children, nuzzling their necks before giving Erica a kiss on the cheek. He hugged Jackson and Boyd. 

The pack came together and held each other close. 

Stiles placed his free hand on Derek’s cheek as Rosie started to drift off again on his shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, Der.” 

Derek smiled, “I’m proud of me too.” 

“Good.” 

Derek kissed him again, light and loving, “Thank you for loving me... and believing in me.” 

Stiles licked his lips, eyes trailing over Derek’s face, “It wasn’t that hard.” 

“I love you, Stiles.” 

“I love you too.” 

The End :3