A/n- obviously, I don't own Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, or any of the other Teen Wolf characters, I am just playing with them. The LA Dodgers are not mine, either, nor is the Nintendo Wii, although I do own a Wii.
This wouldn't exist without Cinematicnomad and Katieepretzel, both on Tumblr. My love for them is bordering on obscene, indecent, and creepy.
So, this is a multi-format fic- you can read it here, no problem. I may also post it at AO3, again, no problem reading it there, same author, and same story name. (Still working out the kinks at AO3, won't post til I am comfortable maneuvering there)
The twitter handles that are used in the story exist on Twitter- there will never be a tweet in the story that doesn't appear on twitter, however there may be tweets on twitter that aren't in the story. Of course, the timeline on the tweets will be different there than here, as the accounts are not 2 years old.
You can find me on Tumblr, olor-et-luna there, too. Why would you want to find me on Tumblr? I'll tell you why, you don't have to follow me, but check me out, as I will be posting chapters there, with pics that correlate to the chapter, somehow. Sometimes I will post songs, as well.
So, without further ado,
A Little Bird Told Me
Prologue:
July 2012
"standup_stiles: Swing and a miss, again!#noshewon'tholditagainstyou
howlinhale: standup_stiles really, a ball reference is the best you can do?
standup_stiles: howlinhale Oh, was I referencing your balls? Didn't realize you struck out last night.
howlinhale: standup_stiles contrary to what you seem to think, sarcasm isn't a love language. Ouch.
standup_stiles: howlinhale I didn't hear any complaints last night #andhowISyourcousindoing
howlinhale: standup_stiles how you could hear ANYTHING over the amount of noise you always make is beyond me"
That damned anchorwoman was smirking by the time she finished reading the Twitter exchange. While she read, a series of pictures flashed on the background screen, Stiles and Derek separately, at the field after the now infamous Wii debacle that started the whole thing, and then, two nights ago at the club, where neither was expecting to see the other.
"Your fans see this exchange and the pages upon pages of others like it as proof of a relationship, that your meetings in public are not coincidental. Do you have an answer for them?"
Stiles just looked at his shoes, for once in his life at a loss for words. Derek leaned back and laughed, "What, if we're friends, we get called out, and if we hate each other, we get called out? Where is the fairness in that? Yeah, Stiles and I hang out on occasion. Yeah, we tweet each other, and I am fairly certain he's the one that's been leaving horrible messages on my manager's blog." Derek turned to look at Stiles, "To be fair, I think I may have dated his manager at one point, so I guess it evens out."
"Wait, you think you may have dated Lydia? You can't remember?" Stiles head shot up, his attention focused on Derek. "Dude, I am never accusing you of striking out again. As for the messages on Scott's blog, he's been my best bud longer than he's been your manager." Stiles relaxed, he felt sure of his place again. He and Derek stayed up all night discussing if they were ready to go public, knowing they were going to be on the morning show to promote another All-Star Break charity event. It had been two years since Scott talked them both into what later became known as "The Wii Incident of 2010", eighteen months since they grudgingly became friends, and six months since they started dating. It wouldn't have any impact on Stiles' career at all - there are so many 'out' actors and comedians that adding one more to the list wouldn't matter in the slightest. Derek's career, though, would be different story.
Chapter 1:
June, 2010
"Stiles Stilinski, you will put down that coffee and give me your full attention right now!"
"Lydia Martin, you will refrain from being a humorous banshee before I've had my coffee!" Stiles replied, before yawning and trying to find where he'd set his coffee when he answered the phone. He found it, took a gulp, and continued "Now, friend since forever and agent mine, what can I do for you at oh-early hundred hours?"
"You know that the All-star break is next month, right? And the movie you are in is about baseball-"
"'S'not about baseball, Lyd, it's about five friends, who used to play-"
"Stiles, sweetie, don't. I'm your agent, stop the junket speech I helped you write, and listen. Your movie has a baseball theme to it, there is a new baseball game being released for the Wii, and because of Scott, we have a connection to the Dodgers. During the All-Star Break, we're going to the stadium where you and Derek Hale will play a little ball on the Wii, play a little ball in real life, and then we'll auction off the Wii, the game, tickets to the movie, and tickets to a game. The proceeds are going to a cancer research group."
Stiles knew he was going to agree. Lydia was his agent, but she was also his friend. They'd met on the playground in third grade, back in Beacon Hills. Stiles had loved her instantly, thought she was an angel, the woman he was going to marry, and the best thing since ice-cream (and he was eight, he really loved ice-cream). Lydia hadn't known what to make of the skinny, hyper boy who always had something to say, was always moving, and seemed to orbit her. As they got older, she'd thought of him as a best friend and a brother, so when they were barely teenagers and he'd confessed his undying love, she hadn't laughed, she'd just told him no. When the next year, he'd confessed his undying love and lust for her boyfriend, she again, had simply told him no, that she loved him, and that she would help him find his own. Lydia also helped Stiles tell his dad and mom, Scott, and whomever else needed to know. No one would dare say a bad thing about Lydia or her friends, for fear of risking her possessive, protective wrath.
When Stiles was 14, his mom died. Cancer. He and his dad had done what they could but it was Lydia and Scott, and Scott's mom, Melissa that had held Stiles together. They'd made sure he ate, got to class, and didn't take too much or too little Adderall. Lydia had also appointed herself his protector and made sure that Stile's didn't do anything too stupid, boyfriend wise. Stiles would have agreed just because Lydia and Scott asked, but making it for cancer research, that cinched it.
"I assume that you already told Scott I'd do it? Do I even want to know how he got Derek 'Wolfman' Hale on board with this?"
"From what I gather, he offered up Allison's fabulous homemade Shepherd's Pie, and reminded Derek that he is his AGENT and therefore, like me, the person who looks out for his best interests." Lydia paused, "How do you know he's called Wolfman?"
"Lydia, being gay doesn't mean I automatically have no interest in sports!" Stiles swore he could hear Lydia cock her eyebrow and roll her eyes. "Okay, so I, personally, have little interest in sports, but honestly, have you seen him, Lyd? Have you? The man is gorgeous, and when we were doing research for the movie, I watched a lot of his game film, very closely, over and over, from different angles. I am sure he's an ass in real life, but I am also sure that in real life, his ass is spectacular."
Bonus A/N- there are some tweets up at standup_stiles and howlinnhale that are not in the story yet, they will be in the next chapter or two. Also, the tweets in the prologue are not on Twitter yet, as we are not that far into the events of the story yet. You won't see them 'live' on twitter until they are relevant. Thank you for reading thus far, and I really hope you stick with it, and you like it. Kisses.
