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[grimoireapologist]

Derek Hales daily affirmations

[spicycinnabun]

There's a sugar daddy au??!!!

Also let me be greedy and request my fave 🐺 🤭🤭🤭

there is!

have some werewolf courtship 🐺❤️

Buck set the heavy bag on his dining room table. It was filled with tomatoes, carrots, eggplant and zucchini, bits of dirt still clinging to the stems and leaves. There were also plump strawberries and a bundle of thyme. The aromas were strong under Buck’s sensitive nose. 

He had discovered it outside his door and wondered if someone had accidentally delivered their groceries to the wrong address—until he saw a note peeking out between some colorful bell peppers. It had familiar handwriting.

Buck picked it up and read it.

I have more than I know what to do with. Figured you could probably find a good use for them.

- Tommy

A trio of sunflowers were hanging over the side of the bag. Buck found a vase for them and gave them some water to drink. 

Nobody had ever given him flowers before. 

And nobody was around to see him stick his face in them like a lovesick dummy wolf. 

His emotions were being goofy. He was probably making a bigger deal over this than he should’ve. 

Everything was from Tommy’s garden, though. He had planted, tended, and hand-picked it all. They were the literal fruits of his labor, and he was giving them to Buck, of all people.

What did it mean?

Buck picked up his phone, opting for something silly instead of serious. 

This is a pretty big🍆

They had established a routine of texting each other. Tommy never left him hanging; he always seemed willing to talk. Not once had Buck ever felt brushed off. Tommy was witty as hell. His sarcastic remarks were sharp, but often offset by something sweet and genuine in the next minute. 

Buck was overdoing it—he knew he was, and the Alpha would eventually get sick of him—but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so interested. 

It didn’t take long for Tommy to answer. 

Thanks. Intimidated? 

Buck laughed. Nope. I like a challenge. Can already think of a whole bunch of fun things I wanna do with it. 

He sent a photo of himself holding the eggplant, quirking an eyebrow impishly.

Evan. We’re talking about cooking, right?

Of course. What else? :)

You’re a menace.

Buck laughed again. Wasn’t the first time he’d been called that. Thank you, by the way. 

You’re welcome. If you want more, just let me know. 

Buck bit his lip. We’re still talking about vegetables, right?

Tommy didn’t immediately bubble him, and Buck worried he’d pushed too far. It was a few minutes before his phone lit up.

What else? 

So, the ball was officially in his court. 

Buck swallowed, bouncing on his feet a few times to gear himself up. (Contrary to what Chim claimed, doing that wasn’t tippy tappies.) 

Maybe I want more of you?

The lack of bubbles that time was deafening. Buck smacked his forehead, then nearly dropped his phone as it started ringing. 

Tommy was FaceTiming him.

“Oh!”

Buck hastily ran fingers through his curls and propped his phone up against the fruit bowl on the island, accepting the call.

Tommy appeared on his screen. He was in his turnouts, rows of lockers behind him. His face was sooty, his eyes tired, but he looked content to see Buck.

“Hey,” Buck said, smiling. 

“Evan.”

Something about Tommy’s soft gaze and his tone, warm and low, made Buck’s belly squirm happily. “Just got back from a call?”

“Yeah. I’m about to clean up and have some dinner.” 

Buck put his chin in his palm. “What’s on the menu?” 

Tommy gave him an unreadable look, then smiled back. “Some jerky. Probably something on Wonder Bread. Hopefully, not Freddie’s chicken salad.” 

Some of them had contracted food poisoning from that in the past, Tommy had said. Tommy’s was brief, thanks to his fast healing. Still, Buck groaned in sympathy, a near whine hitting the edge of it. “Tommy, that hurts my culinary soul.”

Tommy chuckled. “It hurts my stomach more, I promise.” He sighed. Buck wanted to press his thumb against Tommy’s cleft and kiss him through the screen. He tried to dispel the thought. “I’ll admit, I miss Bobby’s meals.”

Buck had learned that the 217’s idea of crew dinner was abysmal at best. They rarely ate together, and the only time they had somewhat healthy food was when one of the guys’ wives brought something in.

Buck wondered if Tommy would like his cooking as much as Bobby’s. He was almost as good of a chef as Bobby now, though he excelled a bit more at baking. 

“You’re wearing my clothes again.” 

Tommy’s observation pulled Buck back to the conversation quickly. 

It had become a habit for him to wear the hoodie at home. Embarrassing that Tommy had caught him.

“Yeah. It—it—it’s comfortable.” It was more than that. Buck tugged on the strings, fighting a blush and losing. He attempted more playful banter. “I don’t think I’m going to give it back. In fact, the next time I see you, I’m going to steal another.”

Did werewolves share clothes? Buck didn’t have any other furry friendships to compare this to. He was probably way out of line.

A few of his old girlfriends had liked wearing his stuff. He’d always thought it was cute seeing them dwarfed in his baggy sweaters. He was starting to understand the appeal from the other side. 

But Tommy wasn't his boyfriend, and he bet it was only okay to share within a wolf pack, and he was acting like a total clingy weirdo, and Tommy was probably super skeeved out, and—

“I don’t want it back,” Tommy said. His eyes had darkened, zeroing in on Buck. “It’s yours.”

Buck swore he could hear—feel—Tommy’s heartbeat thudding powerfully in sync with his own. He had an insane and confusing desire to drop to his knees and offer up his bite mark like the Alpha was in the room with him.

You’re mine, Buck heard.

The fire bell ringing on Tommy’s end interrupted them, and whatever spell they were under broke.

Buck straightened up. His legs felt unsteady.

“Guess dinner will have to wait.”

…Why did Buck feel like he was dinner?

“Y-yeah.” 

Tommy smirked. “Talk to you later. Be good.”

Buck made a noise.

The call ended. 

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Buck went to the grocery store. He loaded his cart, checked out without looking too hard at the total, and hauled his stand mixer out of the cupboard as soon as he returned. His kitchen soon became a disaster zone.

Tommy had fed him so well when he’d been bane sick. Though he’d said all he could really do was roast, grill, and dehydrate, it had been more than enough. 

It was Buck’s turn to take care of the Alpha. Not repayment, just appreciation. It wouldn’t be as good as a fresh kill, but Buck hoped Tommy would enjoy the transformation his produce had undergone. 

And Freddie’s chicken salmonella salad could be tossed in the trash where it belonged.

Buck wanted Tommy to feel his gratitude. Buck could fill his stomach and satisfy him. Win him over. 

It could make the Alpha see Buck as a potential mate.

…That was his wolf butting in again, of course.

Buck made spiced carrot cake, thyme and honey focaccia, a massive meaty lasagna with rich tomato sauce, and a ratatouille he spent an excessive amount of time making beautifully layered. 

The last thing he popped in the oven was a batch of strawberry muffins stuffed with homemade strawberry jam. Only the center muffin he decorated with vanilla buttercream and red sprinkles. He left a note in his chicken scratch on top of the tupperware.

The special one is for you. Don’t let anyone else have it.

- Evan

It was almost three AM when he finally shut the refrigerator doors and collapsed into bed with a grin on his face. 

⏾

The following day, Buck carefully loaded everything into an empty box he’d saved from a past delivery and stuck it in the back seat of his Jeep. (Maddie teased him for his millennial urge to save every box he acquired, but she couldn’t deny they were useful.)

Then, Buck set off for the harbor station. 

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Mu Sheng's favorability drop in ep 6

^ "Favorability change detected: Your target Mu Sheng's favorability towards you decreases to -25%."

Why did Mu Sheng's favorability drop in ep 6 when they're playing 5-in-a-row? Because MiaoMiao switched back to calling him Young Master Mu instead of Mu Sheng.

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In the novel, Mu Sheng lives in self-inflicted angst for a while because he really, really wants Ling MiaoMiao to call him "Ziqi" and spends his time overanalyzing why she'll sometimes call Ziqi and sometimes Young Master Mu.

It's simply because when she gets excited, she forgets to be formal/polite and calls him Ziqi over Young Master Mu.

The best part is that when he call her Miss Lin or Lin Yu out of spite, she'll simply request, call me MiaoMiao.

I don't think MiaoMiao ever makes that connection, but after she noticed that his favorability is at 70% and doesn't drop when he's angry at her (when it used to fluctuate a lot depending on his mood), she figures out they're friends even if he won't admit it and switches to calling him Ziqi.

Edited to add: She does eventually notice how much he likes hearing it. I misremembered. After he confesses and proposes, he asks her to call him Ziqi when he thinks she's half-asleep. What a timid black lotus, but he's making progress!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you know any fics similar to The Mating Privilege or I Don’t Like the Way She’s Looking at You? Just some stories where Derek isn’t the *best* mate/bf/husband etc or they have to pretend to not be together and ends up with stiles feeling neglected or ignored.

I’ve also read “how I long for yesterday” and “worth it” for those that want something similar but not quite what I’m looking for!

First of all. "How I Long for Yesterday" is my fic. So this made my day.

How I Long For Yesterday by sweetbutterbliss

(1/1 I 6,017 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles blinks, his throat going dry, and he moves his thumb without thinking - liking the post. He feels a surge of petty satisfaction. At least the fucker will know he knows now. He stands up, his body feeling too heavy, and he blows out the already guttering candles. He lets out a sob of frustration when the last one won’t fucking blow out. But he sucks it back in and bites down on his tongue, using his thumb and forefinger instead. He throws himself into their empty bed without undressing. He lies there repeating the words ‘Derek blew me off for Isaac’ over and over. He tells himself to shut up while rearranging his pillow violently, but he goes to sleep with the refrain continuing its painful loop.

Worth It by dragneels

(1/1 I 1,670 I General I Sterek)

He hadn’t thought even for a second, instincts roaring, and jumped in front of Derek, taking the blow. And then he got lost in the darkness. also known as the "stiles telling derek that he's worth everything" fic no one asked for

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As the seconds tick by by Halevetica

(1/1 I 3,972 I Not Rated)

When Derek picks up a new contract, he starts showing up late and missing important dates making Stiles feel unimportant. Derek is sure the contract is worth it, but Stiles doesn't understand why.

I'm Torn Do I Stay Do I Go by Adaline_Stilinski

(2/2 I 6,963 I General)

Derek had been focusing on making alliances with other packs around Beacon Hills to protect his pack but in doing so he started to neglect Stiles and there relationship. Stiles get's sick of it and decided to leave for some time apart is it going to help be like the stories Stiles reads and write about how distance makes love grow or will they both realise that there better apart. Will tragedy bring them together

Aberration by JackalPinesOfHouseEvergreen

(11/? I 29,415 I Teen)

Derek is a hot-shot lawyer who is very focused on his work. Stiles is his loving husband who does his best to fit into Derek's high-class family. He's hit some major roadblocks though. He feels neglected and unloved, and worse when Derek ditches him at his own family's parties which leave him humiliated as he tries to appear like their marriage isn't failing.

As an old member comes during some important werewolf ceremony to stir the pot, Derek's relationship with his family and Stiles is tested more than ever. Derek's world has been rocked and turned upside down.

And Stiles? Stiles is trying to find out who he is in the absence of the one he loves. As much as he believes in Derek and in their relationship, Stiles needs to find his self-worth that got lost along the way. Remember the fire he had inside of him as he got in the face of those that looked down at him, the fierceness of his intelligence that made others fear and respect him. Remember how fun life was...

Derek and Stiles drift a bit as Derek realizes he has to woo Stiles again, because he will not risk losing the love of his life. Not again.

The Mating Privilege by Kikileduc

(12/12 I 35,380 I Mature)

Stiles and Derek have been happily mated. The pack is doing well, but in hopes of creating alliances for it to do better, Derek accepts a neighboring pack's request to allow two wolves to join the Hale-McCall pack for a full moon cycle. They hope to form a blood-tie, or at least a long term friendship between the two packs. The issue is Kohona, the tribal leader's daughter, has her eyes set on an unavailable alpha wolf. This could have drastic consequences for their young emissary, however...

Til We Ain't Strangers Anymore by WriteByNight

(7/7 I 35,994 I Explicit)

Stiles should've expected Derek to suddenly disappear since the werewolf was in the habit of taking off without notice. However, Derek always showed up when they needed him.

As the weeks pass by, Stiles is no longer confused and a little hurt. What started as heartache begins to get worse the longer Stiles goes without seeing Derek. Eventually, his body begins to shut down and his only hope seems to be Derek...but nobody can find him.

There's no cure for a broken heart. Except, maybe, the cause for the broken heart himself.

- - -

Or the one where Derek takes off without warning and Stiles finds out he could be Derek's mate and the distance between Derek and Stiles, along with Derek's refusal to develop the bond, is slowly killing Stiles. Without Derek, Stiles will die, but no one knows where he is or how to contact him. And Stiles is barely keeping it together.

[teenwolf-incorrectquotes]

Derek, grabbing the mic: Happy Valentine's Day, Beacon Hills High. For me, it is not happy. But don't let my sadness diminish your night. Anyway, romantic relationships never work out and life is fleeting.

[thesubtextis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Malia Tate, Cora Hale Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alpha Peter Hale, Werewolf Reveal, Kind of dark, but because Stiles is Stiles, it's a bit crackish Summary:

For werewolves, soulmates are real, and it’s easy enough to recognize them via compatible scents.

In a world where Peter was never in a coma, and instead got the alpha spark after the fire, what happens when Malia smells his soulmate before he does?

[steter-bang]

TEAM ALPHA:

If you want something done... Author: TheCharmingSeal Rating: T Words: 2,039 Summary: "Stiles decides it’s time for a change in management (and gets a few things off his chest while he’s at it)"

TEAM RED:

The Frustrations Of Mieczyslaw Stilinski (gifset) Creator: FailWolf (GeekMom13) Type of Work: Gifset Summary: "All he wanted was for Peter to be an Alpha, again, damnit."

Check out the rest of the Steter Mini Bang 2022 works on AO3 here!

[lifebeginsbyleaving]

Spooky ol’ woods alone

Derek is the worst boyfriend ever, and Stiles will be so disappointed in him.

***AN*** I wrote this for last years spooky week (so its not that good), but didn't finish it till months later. So here ya go.

Also I’m sure you've seen it but this is the best, so watch it again.

 DEREK P.O.V. To say I was stressed was an understatement. I was frantic. I mean the desperation in my eyes would normally make Erica laugh, but apparently holding a couples costume of a slutty nurse and a doctor in one hand, and peas and carrots costumes in the other made her take pity on me.

"Put that back you know Stiles would say something like that it's unfair the gender roles enforced on people and that how the woman being slutty and not the man is completely bogus and he'd make you wear the nurses outfit just to prove a point." Her eyes lit up with a devilish glint that matched the horns and tail she was wearing. "On second thought-"

"You're right." She deflated a bit as I set it back on the shelf. "But the only other one they have is this one. Erica, we can not throw a Halloween party that will out do Lydia's from last year dressed as vegetables!"

"That's why Boyd ordered our costume weeks ago. Why didn't you?" I sighed as I realized how terrible of a boyfriend I am and doubled down on my effort to search every shelf in the last store in Beacon Hills.

"Because I looked and looked and I couldn't find anything that meant enough, so I just stopped looking thinking I'd eventually think of it. And then it was two days before so I rushed a Han and Leia costume. But then Scott showed me pics of him and Allison dressed up last year as them and Stiles went as Chewie. And now we're here in this fucking store that has gender roles and healthy foods! God I messed up. I just wanted to find something special, you know something that I saw and it was just, us. Something that would make stiles happy."

"You, you big dork. You, make Stiles happy." Half my face lifted with the hope that statement brought and half fell knowing I don't deserve him which resulted in a face I'd imagine looked like I was constipated.

"Ugggggh. That's not good enough."

"Why? Why are you making such a big deal of this? It can't be the party because no one expects you to throw a better party than the queen herself. Is it because it's your first Halloween together?"

"No, well sort of. Look, a couple months back Stiles was over watching tv and he was looking for something to watch. As he was scrolling he paused on nightmare before Christmas. I joked that it was to far away from Halloween to watch it, and then he smelled of sadness so I thought maybe he really wanted to watch it. I apologized and said we could watch it if he wanted to. But then he just held the remote and looked at the carpet as his scent alternated from sad to happy. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he quietly spoke. 'Me and my mom used to watch Halloween movies together.' I just understood instantly. There are things that are personal and special, some you share some you don't. I wanted to be there, but I didn't want to pressure him so I told him how Laura, Cora, and my mom used to say they were the witches from hocus pocus and that they'd eat me if I wasn't good."

When I looked up I could see Erica's face soften into a fond smile. I continued my search on the bottom shelf of aisle nine and my story.

"And then he told me how they would hide the candy from his dad and eat it and watch Halloween movies while he was on night shift. Then I told him about the year I went as a tax consultant because Laura dared me to. He talked about how he went as a sheriff five years in a row until he outgrew his originally way too big uniform."

Also about how his dad would pin his badge on him and it made Stiles feel like he could protect people someday just like his dad. And I admitted that it made me feel important, like the pack trusted me to be responsible when I took my cousins out trick or treating, but those were not things I wanted to tell Erica just then so I went on.

"At some point he had turned on the movie with it playing in the background we just went back and forth all night talking about our favorite Halloween traditions. When silence finally fell we realized the movie was over and half way into the next. In the silence I ached for old memories and I could tell he did too."

Erica didn't know what to do with my sadness so I told her what Stiles did.

"In true Stiles fashion the silence didn't last long. He told me that he wanted to have more happy memories on his favorite holiday. Our favorite holiday. He said maybe two people who were too sad to celebrate because they lost people could celebrate together. And so I asked him if he wanted to plan a party with me." I looked at her after I finished glancing at the last aisle.

"Oh my God you are the worst boyfriend."

"Ugggh. Erica, bad friend. Make me feel better."

"No, you totally screwed this one. Batman deserves better." She finished right as we were putting the completely useless cart back while walking out the door.

"See! Even you have a thing you could do. You be Stiles' boyfriend you'd have Batman and Catwoman costumes already." She rolled her eyes at me.

"One, Boyd wouldn't be very happy. Two, Stiles loves you not me. And three, you know after a few shots Stiles would want to switch costumes and he'd look better than me in it which is not allowed."

"Erica it doesn't matter if he loves me or not he put me in charge of costumes after he found out I made one of Cora's, he's going to be destroyed when he finds out I couldn't do the one thing he trusted me completely with."

"You made one of Cora's costumes?" I turned to her as we approached my car.

"Erica!"

"Okay fine." We got settled in the car as I started it. "You know he trusts you right?" I was pretty much resigned to her terrible advice by now but I figured she'd try harder than that.

"Erica stop making it worse."

"Just answer."

"Yes he does. Which is why I'm such a terrible boyfriend we've established this."

"Right he trusts you, but he's still Batman and Batman always had a backup plan. I wouldn't be surprised of he had two pairs of costumes not just one ready to go."

"You're right, but that's worse I couldn't even get one costume and he got two and I was in charge of it! That's it I'm not going to the party so he can't breakup with me."

"You have to go. He's not going to break up with you. Look Derek if you just explain he'll understand. Your heart was in the right place." I sigh and nod knowing she's right he will understand but he'll still be disappointed in me. I hear my phone buzz with a notification.

"Can you check that."

"Yeah. It's from Stiles." I take a deep breath.

"What does it say?"

"'Can you pick up more cashews babe?' Why does he need cashews?" I put on my turn signal as I reply.

"His mother used to make homemade chocolates on Halloween and bear claws are his dad's favorite."

                 STILES P.O.V.

I get chocolate all over my phone as I send the text. I hum along to spooky scary skeletons as I finish up the latest batch of treats. Just as I'm swatting away Scott and Isaac's hands I hear my phone chime. I give them both a glare that says I see your fingers in my chocolate one more time you're losing them and check my phone.

"No problem sexy." Derek calls me sexy but never like that.

I type out a quick reply before putting my phone away. "Thanks Erica."

I complete the last batches of chocolates I can make without the cashews and turn off the burner. There isn't a single counter space that isn't covered in some sort of chocolate or another. I wonder if I made too many. I definitely made too many. What if I didn't make enough? What if I didn't make enough of a certain kind and they all get eaten first because the rest are gross? What if they all are gross? I sample a chocolate and moan around the taste of sweet cocoa decadence. Not gross, perfect.

A crash comes from the living room followed by a suspiciously rushed statement. "It wasn't me." I go out to fix what ever broke and put the finishing touches on everything.

"What did you idiots break."

"Boyd broke the remote."

"Uh-huh I'm sure he did. Boyd you're a disgrace." He didn't even look up from his book as he replied completely deadpan.

"I feed off chaos." I smile as I snatch the remote from Issac.

"Hey! I was trying to fix it. But I'm pretty sure the batteries don't fit anymore." I roll my eyes.

"You'd think if you guys broke the remote as often as you do at least one of you would learn how to fix it. Or does Jackson have the one brain cell you all share, right now?" Scott interrupted all the shouts of protest and indignation.

"Allison is here!" I poured all the chips into bowls as I waited for my turn to hug Allison.

"Stiles you don't have your costume on yet." She said as she hugged me.

"Derek is bringing it. I love yours though I just thought Scott felt like wearing a dress but he must be Maid Marian. Wow! That's a real bow."

"Yup."

"Somehow I keep thinking you can't get any more badass and then you do."

"Thanks Stiles. Oh you have something on your face."

My eyes widen and I see Scott race to his feet. I take a breath to act cool and wipe it on my sleeve. "Oh thanks."

"Stiles was that chocolate? Allison was it chocolate?" He whips his head back and forth between us instead of answering she just turns away to not get involved in it.

"It wasn't chocolate Scott."

"It better not have been Mr. No one gets any till every one is here not even me."

"God Scott it wasn't chocolate."

He squinted at me. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm your bestfriend and I wouldn't lie to you."

"Breath in my face." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. I breathed out a big breath.

"There."

He wrinkled his nose. "I don't know what I'm more concerned by, the fact that you just breathed out in my face knowing even someone who isn't a werewolf could smell the chocolate on you or the fact that you did it with such confidence."

"I was hoping conviction out weighed evidence."

"Don't let your dad hear you say that."

I finished handing out the chocolates one per person as Lydia suggested after everyone's unending whining.

Then I checked the clock only forty minutes till the party starts. Some people will probably get here early. I hope our costumes don't require a lot of effort. Derek is cutting it kind of close. And I can't wait to see our costumes. I'm bouncing out of my skin. I wonder if he made them. No that would be too much work. He probably got them online. Or maybe he went to a really big store and looked through every one until he found them. Or maybe he bought them piece by piece. I was brought out of my little daydream by Isaac saying they were here.

I ran to the kitchen and threw my apron in, then ran to the door to wait patiently while tapping my foot. I was about to rip open the door to shout what's taking so long when it swung open. Erica walked in and passed me she was wearing the devil to Boyd's angel. I turned to see her lay herself over Boyd. "Nice to see you too Erica." As I turned back I smiled seeing who I'd been waiting on coming up the steps.

"I didn't think there'd be that many options for cashews and after five minutes of debating Erica chose for me. If I got the wrong ones I can go back." He was looking down in the bag like they would magically change into the wrong ones if he didn't keep an eye on them. I stepped out on to the porch and closed the door behind me. "Stiles you'll get col-" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him backwards till I hit the door and went up on my tip toes to kiss him. I kissed him till when we parted harsh warm breaths fanned across our faces.

"You better not let me get cold. That'd be rude, especially after I missed you so much."

"You taste like chocolate."

"And you taste like that bubble gum Erica buys, but only ever shares with you and Boyd."

"I'm going to kiss you again."

"As you should." This one was short, but after I couldn't fathom how I was supposed to open my eyes and end the moment. He bumped our noses together.

"Stiles we should go back in your nose is cold." I hugged him and buried my nose in the super werewolf heat of his neck.

When I spoke my words were muddled by being squished against him. "We should, before they figure out I pulled you out here to make out."

From inside we heard a yelled smartass comment. "We're werewolves Stiles, we could hear you."

I yelled back. "Can you hear me flipping you off Scott?" Derek chuckled and unwrapped himself from me, which I did not appreciate.

He opened the door for us. And as we walked in the bag of cashews hit the door frame and I remembered. "Oh, you forgot to grab our costumes from your car." His face switched to one of discomfort. "Don't tell me you forgot them at your loft."

"They aren't at my loft." Now I was confused. "Stiles we should head upstairs."

"Derek I know my room is soundproof but do you really want to have sex no-"

"Gross."

"Tmi."

"No Stiles that isn't wh-"

"Oh! I can't believe I didn't think to look! I told you we were all getting ready in my room, so you hide them there." I turned to run up the stairs as he called after me. "Come catch me if you don't want me to find them." The bastard took his time coming up the stairs like he thought I'd never find them. I smiled as I ripped clothes out of my closet trying to get a glimpse of something that could be a costume.

"Stiles." He said it in his exasperated tone the one he saved for when he really didn't know what to do.

"Alright fine. You don't want me to find them. Then show me." Normally my gleeful smile and antics would bring a scowl hiding a smirk, but this time it was a pinched brow and sadness in his eyes. My smile dropped. "Der, what's wrong?" I brought up my hand to cradle his cheek, and he looked away from me.

"I didn't get them." I was confused.

"What?"

"I fucked up. I'm sorry I didn't the costumes." He looked so broken so I took a breath to keep my sadness and anger from overwhelming both of us.

"Why." It was his turn to take a deep breath, one that made it seem like he was gathering courage.

"Because of a million different reasons. At first I just thought about the basics do we want to go sexy, funny, elaborate? Then when it was time to start looking for one and I just knew it had to be perfect. It had to be us. We're not the ketchup and mustard couple or the peanut butter and jelly couple or the- or the-"

"Or the salt and pepper couple."

"Yes perfect and we're not the slutty nurse and doctor couple either."

"Of course not because that is an old gender role shitstorm of a costume idea that needs to die in a hole."

"Exactly and then I thought about making one, but how am I supposed to make a costume that perfectly represents us when you're so you and I'm so me and I don't know how that works in real life much less in a fucking costume! And soon enough it was too close to make something. And then it was close enough to need to be overnighted. And then Scott showed me pictures of him, you, and Allison last year so that was out. And th-"

"You got us Han and Leia costumes?"

"Yeah but we can't do that because you and Scott have a rule of not doing each others costumes."

"No we can't."

"And then it was Halloween and none of the stores in Beacon Hills had good costumes. I just wanted it to be good for you. For us. This is such a big deal for so many reasons. It's your first time actually celebrating not just wearing a costume since your mom. It's my first time even going anywhere near anything with Halloween since my family. It's our favorite holiday. It's our first Halloween together. It's our first party we planned together. And I couldn't fit that all into a costume so I just gave up and you deserve so much better. I'm the worst boyfriend in the world."

I walked up to him to get him to look up from the floor and into my eyes. "Hey, hey, hey. No room for that mister. You are not the worst boyfriend. You just put too much pressure on yourself. Derek it doesn't have to be perfect. Isaac is dressed as fucking blue. And quiet frankly I don't think he's getting that paint off any time soon."

I count his slight smile as a victory so I continue.

"I do agree that it should be us though, but it doesn't have to be all of us at one time. That's impossible unless we dressed as ourselves. But that's the point of Halloween you get to be someone else or just a part of you that you don't normally get to be."

"You're right. I'm an idiot. And I ruined the party."

"You did not ruin the party. We'll figure something out."

"Aren't you upset with me?"

"I'm just upset that you didn't ask me. That you stressed about this for that long and didn't tell me. So next year just ask."

"Next year? You mean you're not going to break up with me?"

"You're stuck with me, and about eight thousand chocolates."

"What?"

"I have a confession to make or rather I made too many confections. I remember those raspberry things are Laura's favorite, maple are your dad's, cherry cordial mom, Cora the heathen likes dark chocolate. But I couldn't remember what you said your favorite was. So I kinda make every chocolate known to man. Then bought all candy the store had. Whoops?"

"How come you're stuck with a I messed up the one thing I did solo boyfriend when you're a whoops I made too many chocolates boyfriend?"

"It must be to balance out the you getting up early in the morning to make me breakfast, or maybe your super hotness, or maybe your magic di-"

He looked at me fondly As he interrupted. "I don't know how I deserve you."

"And I don't know how I deserve you."

"I'm serious Stiles I messed up and you're just-"

"Loving you anyway? Derek, it's okay. I didn't know what to do so I made and bought everything. You didn't know what to make or buy, so you didn't buy anything. We both had different ways of doing things. We didn't know how to make each other happy, so we stressed about it. But it doesn't matter, we're new at this. We're new together. We'll learn. We have time." I don't think I've ever seen him smile that big. "What? Derek did you not think we'd have time? Do you not want ti-"

"I love you too. I don't know if you meant to say it. If you meant it like that. Or even if you mean it. But I love you."

"Wha- Oh." I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. "It wasn't meant to be said like that, but I do mean it." He smiles wide enough to show off his bunny teeth, and suddenly his free hand is pulling my head towards his and our lips meet in something the romantics have for centuries called a head on collision.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." He tries again slower this time. Soon enough I'm melting into it, but someone must have forgotten rule one of chocolate making. Low temperature with constant stirring. Because pretty soon I'm burning. Our hands are no longer joined in favor of feeling each other up like over eager TSA agents. He squeezes my ass hard enough for me to know if I don't stop this soon little Stiles won't get the memo that we have a party about to start downstairs and not in the way he wants.

"Der, come on we have people downstairs." With my lips moving he has found purchase on a very sensitive part of my neck. I indulge him a little longer, and allow him more room to work with by baring my neck. I know he loves it. He growls. Honest to God growls! I laugh at his behavior that is usually reserved for mind bending orgasms or fits of jealousy. "Der, you know I think it's hot when you do that, but not now. We have to stop." He starts kissing me again, but this time it's filthy. He starts pushing me back while following tightly. When my back hits the wall it jars our lips loose long enough for me to suck in a gulp of air. Immediately after, he steals my breath again as he lifts me up two hands on my ass. My legs wrap around him on instinct. He starts harshly grinding his hips into mine. "Derek, Oh my God Derek!" My head clunks against the wall and tilts up as I thank the lord I invested in soundproofing my room. "What- Oh fuck! What has gotten into you?" I tilt my head back down to look at him and I startle at his half shifted face.

"Jesus!"

My shock fades and I laugh again. I love finding out new triggers for the more animal side of him. "Do tell, what has got you so worked up this time? It's not that cologne. Or that pair of jeans. Or th-" I look him straight in the eyes. "Is it because I told you that I love you?" His answer is a flash of definitely not green eyes and a sharp hip thrust. "Fuck! Stop doing that." Damn it I really don't want him to stop, but we have things to do. He growls and does it again. "Okay that's enough." I tap on his mouth intill he opens up and shows me bunny teeth. Then I tap on his ears and they slowly lose their edge. I tap on one of his arms and he digs his fingertips into my ass to rudely show his claws are put away. Next is his sideburns and with them his whole face goes back to normal. His hips have slowed to a gentle rock, but by now people have to be arriving so they need to stop. I tap on his hips, he stops. His chest is heaving harder than it does for most of his workouts. His voice is hoarse as he speaks.

"Sorry for losing control like that."

"Don't be sorry that you did that, be sorry that it wasn't at a time when we could finish it. If it was any other time I would have loved to been fucked like that."

"Oh yeah? The sideburns do it for ya?" He asks with a teasing tilt to his voice and face.

I respond to his joke with honesty. "No. It's the fangs. But you know that chompy." He nips at my neck and my dick jumps. "Okay I love being between a wall and a hard dick, we both know this. But it's doing absolutely nothing to kill little Stiles' mood." He huffs and tucks his face into my neck. "No, bad Derek. Drop it." He licks a stripe up my neck in retaliation. I unwrap one of my hands from the back of his neck to tilt his chin up so I can give him a soft kiss. Then I tap one of the hands he currently has glued on my ass and he reluctantly lets me down. "Thank you."

We're both trying to calm down so he asks a question to distract us. "So what the fuck are we going to do about costumes?" I smirk at him.

"Don't worry I already figured it out.

"You had a backup plan this whole time?"

"No, I thought of it just now."

"Just now, like now now. Or when we almost had sex?"

"When we almost had sex."

"Ho-I-Wh- You know what? Okay. I accept that I'll never know how your mind works. Stiles what is your idea?"

"Well it came to me when you flashed your ey-"

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"The short version please."

"Little red and his big badass wolf."

He scoffed "No Stiles." I ironically gave him puppy dog eyes. "It's offensive."

"Well you know what I find offensive? My boyfriend forgetting costumes." His shocked and betrayed face was priceless.

"I did not forget!"

"And isn't that almost worse?" He let out a breath.

"So do you have ears for me or something?"

"Derek. Sweetie. You have fucking ears."

"Wha- That's your plan! Just have me partially shift? Wow genius idea."

"I know. I had a really hot muse." He let out a soft chuckle and looked at me with fondness.

"Alright what about you red? I'm assuming you don't have a slutty little red riding outfit just hanging around?" I lifted an eyebrow in challenge as I sauntered to my closet.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Oh I really fucking would." I pull out my red hoodie and ripped jeans for me and an old ripped and blood stained shirt for Derek.

"Too bad. I'm thinking a badass modern day red for today. With a misunderstood werewolf boyfriend." He comes up behind me as I lay it on the bed. He hugs me from behind as he says in my ear.

"Does that mean I can still gobble you up later?"

As he presses a kiss to my neck I complain. "That so nearly didn't work for you."

"Really? How about, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you."

"That's from three little pigs not red riding hood."

"I get around."

"Oh really? Well get around to getting changed. I have to find my bat. Lydia said there was some leftover fake blood and make-up in the bathroom."

All said and done I think I did pretty good. My jeans look great so does the split lip. And I did such a good job on the only kind of bruising that Derek's werewolf healing can't make go away. So I sat on the counter waiting for Derek. He was looking in the mirror at both of us with a furrow in his brow. He caught my eyes. Then he spoke.

"Do you think we look okay? Are you disappointed?" Pulled him in between my legs.

"Yes, we look more than okay. It's very us. No, I'm not disappointed. How could I be? It's Halloween. I'm celebrating it again and with you. I'm about to make all the parents on the block hate us by handing out way too much chocolate. I have the kind of boyfriend that doesn't just pick out the first costume he sees, but was so worried about it he couldn't even pick one. I'm about to eat my body weight in chocolate. I'm about to go downstairs to see my friends and family. I'm about to watch all the best Halloween movies. I'm hopefully getting a blow job from the big bad wolf tonight. I'm happy. And I'm inlove with my boyfriend." I added the last one just to see the reaction, and his flashing eyes was a welcome outcome. "Oooo save that party trick for scaring the naughty kids." He hugged me and I laid my head against his shoulder, careful not to smudge any blood.

"I love you too." I smiled into his shoulder at his words.