My phone got confiscated. I'm so sad. :( I don't know when I'll get it back and it's such an annoyance because I usually write in my phone before posting.

Anyway, enjoy!

Derek had known where Peter hid it -the shampoo that made Peter smell the way he does, something vaguely rain-like and ancient but always had such a nice effect on him- the one Derek's nose was so familiar with since he was a child and he wondered why his uncle still hides it because he must have known that Derek knows where it is. Then he remembers the fact that the shampoo was pink in color.

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Chris Argent was at his door, his house and Derek was ticked off that he didn't smell the hunter coming. He had been too carefree these days due to the treaty that they made.

"What are you doing here?" He snarled, tensing even though Chris was unarmed.

"Relax. I came in peace." Derek couldn't. "Just letting you know that I'm going out of town for a while."

"And..."

"And my daughter will be in charge for the meantime-"

"DEREK!" A shout came from the house and Derek remembered why he had been so distracted earlier, he smirked. "Derek, I will rip you apart. How dare you mess with my shampoo-"

Peter halted and froze, a blush creeping up his face as Derek and Chris stared at his almost naked figure, clad only in a towel by his hips. Derek heard Chris sputtered, and Derek couldn't help the bubbling laugh threatening to overcome him. He didn't know this before. "You shampoo your legs' hair?"

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"Your uncle is so weird. It actually sounds like he has a thing for Allison's dad, which is awkward." Stiles asked and made a face that shouldn't have been adorable but is to Derek.

"Well, he had said he's pansexual." Stiles snorted and yelped as Derek suddenly slid his hands around Stiles's waist.

"I don't doubt it." Derek rested his head on Stiles's shoulder as the boy suddenly quiets down.

Derek frowned, he knows there's something bugging Stiles and he wants to ask but waits in silence instead, tracing lazy patterns with his fingers on Stiles's stomach.

"Are you-" Stiles turned in his grasp, facing Derek and leveling their eyes and Derek wonders, as the honey-brown eyes bore into his own, of how he wished this moment could go on forever.

And then suddenly Stiles blinked and shook his head a little at Derek, a small smile gracing his lips, the way that made Derek's heart stutters and crave to turn it into the full smile he'd come to love.

"I love you." Stiles whispered and closed the distance between them, a sweet peck of lips that always steals Derek's breath away and Derek could only whispers the words back but Stiles heard it all the same.

*Giggles* Oh, I love them all so much!

Thanks guys! Writing this and getting your opinions always cheers me up. Sterek ftw!