Scott made unintelligible sounds for nearly three minutes; Stiles made it back to his room and started timing it.
"I'm coming over!" Scott finally huffed, fumbling with his phone as the call disconnected.
Stiles covered his face and groaned.
Guilt surged in his stomach and sloshed around for a bit.
He'd been sort of ignoring Scott for the past…two weeks. But Scott had been busy. On vacation. And then. Busy. Yeah. Scott had been busy too. This wasn't all on Stiles. Not at all.
Another groan and he flopped into his computer chair before opening his laptop.
"Okay," he murmured to himself, "let's do this."
He forced his hands to move, reopening his minimized browser and opening yet another new tab.
He wasn't panicking. He was forcing himself not to panic.
Facebook loaded fast enough and Stiles' heart was pounding in his chest.
He had seven friend requests.
Weird.
He opened them in a new tab before scrolling through his feed.
Nothing suspicious so far.
Teeth digging into his bottom lip he searched out Danny's profile and clicked it.
Foot beginning to rock against the floor he scrolled past the text posts until he saw it.
True to Scott's word there they were. Stiles and Derek sharing that tiny table.
The picture was dim but not dim enough.
His stomach twisted uncomfortably and he sat back.
It was a couple minutes later that he finally looked to the comment on the picture, biting his lip again.
Ran into Stiles and his boyfriend at dinner :)
Well then.
Five comments and twelve likes.
Stiles' eyebrows rose at that.
Four of the comments were about Derek. Either wondering about him or commenting on how hot he was. Stiles wasn't surprised. There was one Way to go Stilinski… though and that was sort of nice really.

His computer dinged and the chat window popped up, Stiles' jaw dropping open when he saw Danny's name.
hey
I thought you could only chat with friends…
Stiles typed back.
we are friends :)
Stiles frowned.
since when?
He clicked to his new tab as he waited for a reply; Danny wasn't one of his friend requests. Weird. Back in the first tab he navigated to his friends. True to word there Danny was.
Danny still hadn't responded.
did you hack my profile?
if they didn't want it hacked they shouldn't make it so easy
Stiles rolled his eyes quickly.
that's not what I wanted to talk about anyways
Stiles didn't reply, crossing his arms and waiting. There were very few things Danny could want to talk about really.
I know it seems like a dick move okay
Again Stiles didn't respond. There wasn't anything to say.
but word would have gotten out
trust me on that
and it's better the less time you give people to wonder
Stiles considered this. They had been in public. And Beacon Hills wasn't the smallest place in the world but…people talked.
I suppose it is better coming from you
if it helps at all I'm still sorry
thanks for apologizing
hey there's a party this weekend at the beach
you could bring derek
I'll see what I can do
Stiles typed instead of hell no or even I'm grounded.
The conversation lulled.
if it'll help you can punch me next time you see me
Stiles couldn't help a quick smile.
get me a box of s'mores pop tarts and we're good
will do :D

Scott was about as loud as possible coming up the stairs, prompting Gus to bark several times.
He barely dropped onto Stiles' bed when his father pushed the door open.
"Son did you fail to tell Scott you were grounded?"
"Well I kind of forgot to tell him about Derek and then Danny sort of outed me on Facebook and yeah."
His father's eyebrows inched together.
"What."
"I've been busy," Stiles defended, crossing his arms.
"I meant the other thing."
"Well I ran into Danny at dinner and then he posted a picture of me and Derek on Facebook introducing Derek as my boyfriend and congratulations everyone knows I'm gay." He finished this with some spirit fingers, smile wavering as his father glared.
Scott was wisely staying silent, probably saving the yelling and betrayed puppy face until they were alone again.
"Tomorrow you're grounded again. And I'm going to talk to this Danny kid."
Stiles didn't bother arguing, nodding meekly instead.
"Stiles what the fu-" Scott began as soon as the door closed, "what the fuck?" he continued, voice dropping.
"I know," Stiles groaned. "I know I just…everything sort of happened all at once and you were all lacrosse lacrosse lacrosse and it was just sort of easier not to tell you."
"It was easier not to tell your best friend that the werewolf you fell in love with is suddenly in town?" Scott questioned all wide eyes and pout.
"Well…yeah."
"Oh my god you were having sex weren't you?" He was scandalized and Stiles almost smiled. He was awfully tempted.
"Well…yeah."
"I would be really happy for you right now if you weren't such a dick about it," Scott told him in that angry whiny way that really only he could accomplish.
"I'm sorry I just-" he paused to sigh. "I got used to Derek being my world for a long time and when he came back into it it just sort of happened again."
Scott continued angrily pouting at him for a long time, finally huffing,
"Well when do I get to meet him?"
"My dad did say I'm not grounded tonight."

Derek was out of breath when he answered the phone and Stiles squinted.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he paused to cough, "what's up?"
"Scott wants to meet you."
There was a longer pause.
"Is this going to be worse than meeting your father?"
"No. Definitely not."
"I'll be right there."
Still it was twenty minutes before Derek arrived, descending the stairs to find Scott and Stiles camped out in front of the TV, Stiles' Nintendo 64 dragged out of the hall closet.
"You just come in through his window?" Scott demanded, blunt as ever.
Derek didn't even answer him, arching a brow instead.
"Dude he's a werewolf," Stiles muttered with an eye roll.
He paused the game and scrambled off the floor to hug Derek, drawing back almost immediately.
"Why are you wet?"
"I smelled."
"So you went all the way home and took a shower?"
Derek looked at him like he was being stupid and Stiles stared back stubbornly.
"There was a convenient stream."
"A stream. What."
"I told you I was going for a run."
"Derek we play lacrosse Scott's not gonna care about a little man sweat."
"It wasn't sweat."
"Oh my god does he mean blood!" Scott yelled mouth agape in horror.
"Of course he doesn't mean blood!" And then turning back to Derek, "You don't mean blood do you?"
Derek shook his head.
"Okay good," Stiles sighed. "Derek, Scott, best friend. Scott, Derek, boyfriend and probable mate."

Scott's nose wrinkled but he got up to shake Derek's hand anyway.
"Nice to meet you," he said politely. "I've never met a werewolf before."
"Not that you know of," Derek returned.
Scott looked puzzled and then a bit disturbed but shook it off like a champ.
Awkward silence prevailed then.
"Wait are you leaving?" Scott asked and for the longest moment Stiles wasn't sure who was being addressed because Scott was still staring at Derek.
"Am I?" Stiles squawked, finally catching on. "No! Not…yet…at least."
"Not yet?"
And of course Scott latched onto that.
"Well probably," Stiles shifted uncomfortably. "After graduation I mean."
"What about college?"
Scott's cheeks were flushed red and for once Stiles didn't have to work to take his anger seriously.
"We don't-I mean…I don't know yet."
"We're figuring it out," Derek supplied.
Scott scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
Stiles' stomach curled with guilt.
"Well it's not like we had any plans anyway," he defended weakly.
"Yeah but I thought we'd figure it out."
"We didn't really see this coming," Stiles agreed.
"No," Scott said earnestly.
"I could…go upstairs for a bit," Derek offered hesitantly.
At a loss, Stiles simply murmured,
"Okay."

Scott turned away before huffing out another breath and Stiles honestly didn't know what to do.
"Scott," he murmured, almost pleading.
"Just! I need a minute." And Scott sagged back onto the couch, both hands scrabbling through his hair.
Stiles shifted anxiously back and forth, chewing on his lips.
Eventually he drifted forward, dropping to sit in front of the couch.
"I know I'm not supposed to be mad," Scott muttered eventually. "I'm supposed to be happy for you and buy you condoms or something else following the bro code but you couldn't even tell me? And now you're both just going to ride off into the sunset or something? Come on Stiles."
"We're not riding off anywhere," Stiles said, steadfastly ignoring the one two hit of Derek and riding.
"You just said you're leaving after graduation."
"Derek's family is in Maine," Stiles offered weakly. "I was thinking maybe I'd convince my dad to move out there too."
Scott was silent for a long time and Stiles reverted to fidgeting again.
He almost wanted to accuse Scott of cruelty, his best friend knew how Stiles couldn't bear silence, but Stiles had the feeling that he'd majorly fucked up here.
He kept his mouth mostly shut and waited.
"And what about me Stiles. What was your plan for me."
His voice was flat.
Stiles' chest ached.
"I don't have a plan for you Scott I can't ask you to pick up your entire life for me," he babbled for a moment before realizing the words sounded hollow and stopped.
"I'm not saying I want to move to Maine but you didn't even think about me…doesn't make me feel great. I wish you would have at least told me or something god Stiles this is big freaking deal and you just didn't even throw me a text?"
"I'm telling you now," Stiles mumbled, head dipping to watch his fingers wrestle each other.
"Yeah because Danny posted a picture of you on Facebook. I find out from the guy you're not even friends with on Facebook. Fucking Jackson Whittemore finds out before me."
"I'm sorry."
"I've been busy too but I've been texting you," Scott said and it wasn't even really a jab, more of a statement.
Stiles felt worse.
"I asked you to come work out with me like five times. And don't even say it's not your thing that's not the point."

He blew out a heavy sigh and shoved hair out of his face.
"I'm trying not to be mad. I'm really. Trying."
"Okay," Stiles said quietly.
"But you and me is suddenly you and him and you don't even tell me and now you're going off to Maine in less than ten months and I don't know what to even do with that information Stiles! How am I supposed to process that! Are you just going to be gone one morning like-" he cut off suddenly and Stiles' throat constricted.
"No," he gritted out, launching himself up and hugging Scott awkwardly. He rearranged quickly until they were both more comfortable and clung to his best friend.
Stiles didn't even care that they hadn't hugged like this since they were both boys.
"I'm sorry Scott. I really am. You're my best friend and I love you. I was a douche to just shove you aside and I'm sorry."
Scott made a quiet sound into his shoulder, almost a whimper and Stiles held him even tighter.
He took a few deep breaths and finally leaned away.
"Okay," he exhaled, "okay. I'm okay."
"I feel awful," Stiles confessed. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Would it be weird if we had some best friend time?" Scott asked quietly.
"You wanna stay the night?" Stiles questioned, smiling tentatively.
Scott's lips curled just barely and he nodded.
"Let me go send Derek off. Two minutes."
"Kay but I'm gonna kick your ass while you're gone."
Stiles rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs.

Derek was seated on his bed and Stiles could tell by the slope of his shoulders that he'd been listening.
"Hey," he offered softly.
"Sorry I messed things up."
"Whoa no. This is on me. This is all on me. I could have told Scott plenty of times since you got here. I just…was caught up. And I honestly forgot."
Derek was silent for a moment and then,
"Are you alright?"
"Feel like shit but it's my own fault," Stiles said firmly, sinking down next to him.
"Things will work out," Derek offered softly.
Stiles nodded before resting against Derek's shoulder.
"You're the miracle," he sighed, "everything else will just have to fall into place."
Derek didn't respond so Stiles just let himself relax for a few more moments.
"Okay," he sighed, "you have to go."
"Alright." Derek pressed a kiss to his brow and stood. "Have a good time."
"Hey wait," Stiles said as Derek crossed to the window.
One of Derek's eyebrows arched.
Stiles grinned at him briefly before tugging his shirt off. He balled it quickly and tossed it over, laughing once at Derek's flush.
He jumped out the window without another word, shirt safely tucked into the crook of his arm.
Stiles laughed again, just to himself. Then he scooped a shirt off the floor and headed back downstairs.
Scott was in the process of killing him, again Stiles assumed, and glanced over.
"Weren't you wearing a different shirt?"
Stiles didn't answer; yanking his controller away and picking his own back up.
Scott gave a quiet yell of outrage, scrambling for it.
They played video games until two, raided the kitchen, and finally fell into bed together.

Stiles was surprised when they also woke up together, without the aid of his father. He fell back against the pillow and tentatively guessed his grounding was over. He could hope at least.
Scott groaned before shoving his face into his pillow. He mumbled something that Stiles had no hope of understanding.
"Hm?"
Scott shifted before kicking him out of bed.
"I said go make me breakfast."
"Rude," Stiles croaked from the floor.
"And I don't mean put Pop-Tarts on a plate Stiles, I'm on a diet."
"Rude," Stiles repeated, eventually pushing himself up.
Stiles made a quick breakfast of egg whites and veggie bacon, piling it on a plate before grabbing his own breakfast and heading upstairs.
"Dude that smells amazing," Scott sighed, sitting up.
"I wouldn't compliment it until you taste it. My dad acts like I'm slowly poisoning him."
"I've been eating dried fruit and whole grain cereal," Scott said. "Cereal without marshmallows just isn't natural."
"You should probably have more protein," Stiles offered, handing over the plate.
"I try to have meat for lunch and dinner. Plus beef jerky."
Stiles grimaced for a moment as he tore into his Pop-Tarts.
"You're really serious about this first line stuff huh?"
"Yeah," Scott grinned around a bite of egg, "I just feel like this is gonna be our year. You know? You're back and everything is gonna be great."
"I don't understand what first line has to do with that."
"Um people would actually know our names? For something other than your disappearance and cult exposure?"
Stiles grimaced again.
"I've had enough attention."
"I'm telling you, first line would be awesome."

Stiles shoved the remainder of the first Pop-Tart in his mouth before face planting on his bed.
"I don't want to think about lacrosse. Lacrosse makes me think of Jackson. And Jackson was at dinner last night. And saying awful things. And Derek threatened to kill him."
"Wait what was he saying?" Scott questioned, mouth full again.
"Don't know. He didn't say it in front of us."
"Then how do you know?"
"Werewolf Scott. I know you've seen at least one movie to know what that means. Werewolf."
"Well does he turn into a wolf on the full moon?"
"No he doesn't turn into a wolf. He just gets kind of wolfy. And really horny."
"Dude. I'm eating."
"You brought it up."
"Not uh! I'm pretty sure if I started talking about rainbows you'd somehow turn it into a discussion about Derek."
"Rainbows are the symbol of gay pride," Stiles said thoughtfully. "Do you think I could get a rainbow hoodie? What about rainbow seat covers? Too much?"
"You're my best friend but I mostly hate you right now."
"I can't help it," Stiles complained half heartedly. "It's like this whole section of my brain has been delegated to Derek now. Plus I'm probably going through sex withdrawals or something. That's a thing right?"
"If we're in an afterschool special right now," Scott said with a quick frown.
"Sex is so amazing," Stiles explained, morose. "I miss sex." He took another bite before frowning again. "I miss Derek."
"Okay," Scott said, pointing a piece of bacon at him, "new rule. Every time you mention Derek I get to slap you."
"And why would I agree to that?" Stiles demanded.
"Because this is best friend time and I'm the best friend and I said so."
"Those are all really shit reasons," Stiles said but didn't argue further.

Admittedly, the slap rule wasn't going well for Stiles.
He had an icepack pressed to his cheek, glaring at Scott.
Scott was ignoring him. Pointedly.
"I wasn't kidding," Stiles said, a bit relieved his cheek was going numb. "Whole section of my brain. Gone. Useless. I'm going to fail so many quizzes this year."
"It's like you're a zombie except instead of the T-Virus you've got the D-Virus."
"I want you to know that I'm deliberately not making a D related joke right now. You're welcome."
Scott hit him with a pillow.
"I didn't even know you were gay. What's up with that?"
Stiles couldn't help it, he laughed.
"First of all, I'm bi. Secondly how are you just now asking me this?"
"Well I was kinda shocked and you were talking so fast I didn't want to interrupt you with a stupid question. Like you had sex with him obviously you're not straight as a ruler."
Stiles covered his eyes briefly, biting at his curving lips.
"Obviously."
"I just-you never told me," Scott huffed.
"Well it was never a huge deal. I've always liked both." Stiles shrugged at him.
"You could have told me."
"Yeah but we still share a bed occasionally and I see you mostly naked like all the time so it's an awkward conversation to have. Especially in my head."
Scott hummed in what Stiles assumed was agreement.
"I never told you what kind of porn I like either."
Scott visibly paled.
"You don't just watch regular porn?"
"That depends how you define regular."
"I'm getting that tingly feeling that I'm going to regret this conversation," Scott said with wide eyes. "We should go to the gym."
Stiles groaned.
"Best friend time does not include the gym."
"Now it does."

A day later Stiles hadn't seen his father at all. He would be worried at the lack of contact but Mrs. McCall had been in contact and Stiles had a feeling that she was passing along to his father that he was safe and sound.
At least Stiles knew for sure he wasn't grounded anymore.
Scott finally released him from best friend time, after a total of nine hours at the gym, and Stiles was reasonably sure he wasn't being punished anymore.
He was also reasonably sure he was never going to walk normally again.
Who opens a 24 hour gym with platinum memberships anyways.
Furthermore who leaves a gym to go back four hours after leaving.
He groaned softly to himself climbing the stairs.
Gus appeared at the top, sitting before whining softly.
"What," Stiles questioned.
Gus' tail swished against the floor.
"I know you don't have to go out. You hungry?"
Gus gave a sharp bark before rushing down the stairs, careful not to knock Stiles over.
Stiles groaned again but turned to follow him.
"Why can't you feed yourself," he complained halfheartedly. Maybe he was expecting too much.
Gus plopped down as soon as Stiles put food in the bowl, laying on his belly and eating noisily.
"You're getting lazy," Stiles chided.
He was ignored.
Stiles grabbed a glass of water and hobbled back to the stairs, taking them even slower. He stopped in the bathroom for Tylenol before finally making it to his room.
His lips pulled up into a lazy smile.
"What are you doing here?"
Derek nuzzled the pillow before looking up at him.
"Waiting for you. And maybe napping."
"Napping," Stiles groaned, half lunging forward, half falling.
Derek caught him easily and hauled him onto the bed.

Stiles turned to thank him, pausing when he saw Derek grimace.
He buried his nose in the pillow again, inhaling deeply.
"What are you doing? I'm right here…a little sweaty…but still."
A sheepish look passed over Derek's face and Stiles waited for whatever he was about to admit.
"I didn't realize," he said haltingly. "It smells more like when I first met you. Scott's part of your scent."
And Stiles didn't get it at first.
"You like how Scott smells better than me?"
Derek actually rolled his eyes.
"Of course not. But his scent is mixed with yours and it's…oddly soothing. When I first met you I could smell him on you. I just didn't realize."
"Okay I'm fine with the scenting thing and the sleeping with the shirt thing but this is…weird."
"Why?" Derek questioned, curious.
"Cause he's Scott. He's my best friend."
Stiles felt his nose wrinkle.
"It's just weird."
"He's part of you," Derek said seriously. "Other than that I don't know him well enough yet."
"Scott's a dumbass," Stiles told him affectionately.
"His scent makes me nostalgic."
"Nostalgic for when we first met? Why?"
Derek turned onto his back slowly, looking to Stiles even slower.
"Because. Look where we are now."
Stiles only had to think a moment before smiling softly.
"It is kind of…unbelievable," he sighed, pausing as Derek leaned closer.
Derek's lips pressed to his neck and Stiles' sighed again.
"Don't start something you're not going to finish," Stiles warned, trying to sound stern and failing.

Derek sighed then, pulling away and laying down again.
Stiles groaned.
"Are you trying to kill me? I'm a teenage boy I have needs."
"Your father-"
"He's never going to give you express permission to fuck me Derek."
Derek averted his eyes, mouth pinched.
"He's not!" Stiles huffed, shoving out of the bed and then groaning again. He'd forgotten about all his sore muscles.
"Where do you think you're going?" Derek questioned, so patient Stiles wanted to punch him.
"I'm gonna go shower or something," Stiles explained, words falling out of his mouth before he'd even thought of them.
"What about a massage?"
"You mean a massage with a happy ending or a massage where you try and get my brain to implode?"
"I don't want your dad walking in on us."
"Derek do you want me to beg, I will beg."
"I don't want you to beg I want you to come here so I can make you feel better."
"Sex would make me feel better," Stiles grumbled, but allowed himself to be pulled back anyways.
"You really attached to this shirt?"
"Derek don't you dare cut this shirt off me I swear-"
"Why not?"
Derek tossed him to the bed, hands splayed on his ribs, effectively knocking the air from his lungs.
"B-Because," this was not going to end well he could feel it, "it's really-ah-distracting."
Derek's fingers teased under the hem and Stiles shuddered.
"Derek I swear-"
"What?" he questioned, hovering just over Stiles, "Am I distracting you?"
"If this isn't going to end in sex you need to stop," Stiles complained breathlessly.
"It's kind of good," Derek returned, "torturous…but good."
"I hate you so much right now," Stiles hissed out between his teeth.

Derek's hands slipped further up his shirt, pressing against his chest.
The fight went out of Stiles suddenly, head lolling into his pillow.
"Fuck that feels amazing," he exhaled.
"Mm."
"I take everything back I love you I love your massages."
Derek just chuckled, hands sweeping down his stomach, spreading more heat with them.
"Do you think your dad will be mad I'm here?"
"Don't know," Stiles sighed, "why?"
"Because he just pulled into the driveway."
Stiles jerked upwards, pushed back down by Derek.
"We're not doing anything wrong," Derek reminded him, smirking.
Stiles glared for about two seconds, sagging as Derek's hands slid over his thighs.
"How much time-" he started, glancing down and gasping. "Derek what the hell?" he demanded, too shocked to move.
"What?" Derek questioned, pausing. The black lines twisting over his hands faded and disappeared.
"Your hands!" Stiles accused, yanking them up to his eyes and turning them over.
Derek laughed quickly, tugging his hands away.
"It's just me taking your pain away. It's fine."
"Oh," Stiles managed. "Wait does it hurt you?"
"Just for a couple seconds, it's fine," Derek assured him.
"What the fuck Derek that is not fine you can't just…do that!"
Derek frowned at him and pulled away.
Stiles pushed off the bed again.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded, hearing the door open downstairs and unable to care.
"I didn't know it was something we needed to discuss," Derek answered quietly, eyebrows moving together as he frowned.
"Yeah I think we need to talk about it! You think I want you hurting yourself for me?"
"What hurts me for a few moments would hurt you for hours think about it Stiles!"
"I don't care it's my stupid pain and I'll deal with it."

Derek was silent a long moment and Stiles suddenly pictured, with stunning clarity really, his father standing at the base of the stairs and shamelessly eavesdropping.
"I'm only trying to help you."
"I don't want you in pain because of me Derek."
"Well I don't want you in pain when I can help you. If I was hurt you wouldn't help me?"
"Yeah I'd get you a bandage or drive you to the hospital or something I wouldn't physically try to suck the pain out of you and feel it myself."
"Even if you could?" Derek challenged.
"No," Stiles answered.
Derek scoffed at the lie.
"It's my job to take care of you remember?"
"I'm not some damsel in distress Derek-"
"I never said you were." Derek sighed quickly, expression relaxing for a short moment. "I didn't say you need my help I offered it because I wanted to give it to you. That's all."
"But you never told me-"
"I didn't try to keep it from you."
"The first-"
"Things were different then."
"God damn it! Will you stop cutting me off?"
"I don't appreciate your assumptions Stiles. Or the words you're putting in my mouth."

Stiles paused long enough to be surprised his father was still letting them go.
"You're being an idiot about this," Derek told him, almost fondly.
"I am not."
Derek waited a beat before speaking and Stiles sort of wanted to hit him. He also sort of wanted to kiss him.
"Most people would thank me you know."
"Fuck off," Stiles snapped, trying not to smile.
"I would apologize but I'm not sorry."
"Just ask next time alright?"
Derek nodded once, frown finally smoothing out.
"I feel like we've been extra snippy lately," Stiles said, reaching out to him.
"It's because of the sexual tension," Derek breathed in his ear once he'd closed the distance between them.
"We need to stop fighting."
"Fighting is good. It means we both still care."
Stiles scoffed quickly.
"Be honest, you got that out of a paperback romance novel."
"Your father's waiting for you," Derek returned, pushing him towards the door.
"He's waiting for us because he would prefer that you use the front door."
"Yes I would," Stiles' father called up the stairs.
"Can I see you tomorrow?" Stiles whispered.
"We shouldn't."
"Come on. When did you get so responsible?"
"Since we're under your father's feet every two seconds," Derek hissed back, stepping towards the door.
"Cock tease," Stiles challenged boldly, eyebrows moving up as Derek's jaw fell slack.
"I'll see," Derek breathed eventually, slipping out the door before the sheriff got any more suspicious.

Stiles saw Derek out, perfectly polite for his father.
Then he turned and readied himself for the lecture. At least, he assumed a lecture was coming.
"You want to tell me what that was about?" his father asked simply.
"You were listening," Stiles murmured, without heat, and headed for the kitchen.
"Just want to make sure I got it right."
"Yes Derek can heal me. He can take pain away in general I guess. He just failed to mention that he feels what he takes."
"And what pain was he taking?"
"Gym with Scott," Stiles grimaced.
"Doesn't seem like a big deal."
Stiles' eyes narrowed quickly.
"First of all you're not allowed to take his side, second of all it's not the pain it's that he didn't tell me and he just thinks it's okay to-"
"Take care of you?"
"Oh my god you're on his side," Stiles groaned.
"You're my son," he said, as if Stiles needed reminding. "And if you're gonna be with someone I'm glad it's someone who seems to want to take care of you. Even when you're being stupid."
He paused a moment, thoughtful.
"It wasn't staged was it?"
Stiles actually pulled his head out of the fridge to gape at his father.
"Did you seriously just ask me if I staged a fight with my boyfriend for your benefit?"
"Well it made Derek look better," his father said unapologetically.
"Not allowed to be on his side I already told you that."
"Deal with it Son."
"Pretty sure he's too old for you to adopt him," Stiles snipped, ducking back into the fridge and peeking behind some celery.
"Pretty sure he's too old for you to sleep with him," his father returned, unbothered.
Stiles' head clunked against the side of the fridge.
"Oh my god I hate you."

A/N:

So okay.

I'm reaching that lag in the fic (finally I might add)

Where everything just starts to slow down

This is probably going to mean slower updates

I'm just warning you

Everyone still here thank you so much really I can't tell you how much I appreciate it