I swear I'm supposed to be finishing my assignments but this insanity is just so damn catching!:
The first time it happened Stiles didn’t know what the hell to think other than, maybe Derek Hale had finally lost his goddamn mind because there’s no other explanation for why the wolf is peeing on every single bush unfortunate enough to exist within throwing distance of Stiles’ porch.
Stiles didn’t even bother with the stealth approach; instead he let the door slam loudly behind him.
The wolf froze whirling around to face the teen with a distinctly embarrassed air.
“Ok, buddy you and I have issues, I get that!” Stiles yelled, arms crossed in front of him. “But what the ever loving hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Derek snorted and turned away from him, head hanging low and the misery in his frame made Stiles’ heart hurt.
“Hey, hey I didn’t mean to yell.” He placated as he hurried from the porch.
Derek eyed him suspiciously but made no move to get away when Stiles buried his fingers into the thick fur at the Alpha’s nape.
A distant howl broke the moment as Derek danced away from Stiles’ reach, once again marking every inch of the yard.
Stiles watched in awe as Jackson and Scott skidded to a halt in front of his gate, sniffing the air before whining petulantly.
“What the hell is wrong with….” he trailed off as Derek pranced in front of him dropping three sticks at his feet before turning a distinctly victorious look on his betas.
Picking them up Stiles shook his head at Derek’s antics “I bet the words “doesn’t play well with others” came up a lot when you were a kid!”
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Re: Commet fic because you're all evil and I can't resist the porny hive mind.
Date: 2011-10-03 08:00 pm (UTC)The first time it happened Stiles didn’t know what the hell to think other than, maybe Derek Hale had finally lost his goddamn mind because there’s no other explanation for why the wolf is peeing on every single bush unfortunate enough to exist within throwing distance of Stiles’ porch.
Stiles didn’t even bother with the stealth approach; instead he let the door slam loudly behind him.
The wolf froze whirling around to face the teen with a distinctly embarrassed air.
“Ok, buddy you and I have issues, I get that!” Stiles yelled, arms crossed in front of him. “But what the ever loving hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Derek snorted and turned away from him, head hanging low and the misery in his frame made Stiles’ heart hurt.
“Hey, hey I didn’t mean to yell.” He placated as he hurried from the porch.
Derek eyed him suspiciously but made no move to get away when Stiles buried his fingers into the thick fur at the Alpha’s nape.
A distant howl broke the moment as Derek danced away from Stiles’ reach, once again marking every inch of the yard.
Stiles watched in awe as Jackson and Scott skidded to a halt in front of his gate, sniffing the air before whining petulantly.
“What the hell is wrong with….” he trailed off as Derek pranced in front of him dropping three sticks at his feet before turning a distinctly victorious look on his betas.
Picking them up Stiles shook his head at Derek’s antics “I bet the words “doesn’t play well with others” came up a lot when you were a kid!”