summary: stiles finds out you're dereks sister and has to cope with the news lol
warnings: none, just canon typical losers flirting lol
note: just gonna leave this here lmao. this is just a little drabble, but i hope you guys like it!!
“let me just clarify this. when you say brother, you mean…”
“brother”
“…right” stiles nodded. “and that’s like a 100% sure, yeah? no chance of misconduct or—“
“stiles”
"okay, you know what? it's fine" stiles smiled, but did not look even close to being fine. "i mean what's a little relation to derek hale, when there are far worse monsters, right?"
"right." you nodded, trying your best to help stiles calm himself down.
"i mean has he ever talked about me.. to you, i mean?" his gaze narrowed as he searched your face for any hints of rememberance. "i think he likes me."
"well," you paused, trying to think of the time before you had come back to beacon hills and what your brother had said about scott mccall and his idiot friend. "he's definitely mentioned you."
"ha!" stiles called, a victorious smile settling onto his face. his fist swung through the air and just nearly missed you as you swerved to the side quickly. "eh, sorry," he excused. "i'm still getting used to all these new proportions."
"are you talking about puberty?"
"well, it was a hard time for me, okay?" he bit back. "everything happened so quickly. like— like being hit by a bus. but not in a fun way."
"there's a fun way?"
"i—" stiles blinked. "it's definitely more fun than being ripped to shreds by your brother when he finds me here." stiles made a large gesture to signal that he was not supposed to be here. in your room. at night. in the loft you shared with derek.
"why are you emphasizing the word brother like that?" you furrowed your brows.
"ever heard of the phrase 'foreign concept'?" stiles muttered, before he lowered himself onto the bed in front of you. "i mean how is that possible? like biologically?"
"well, when a man and a woman—"
"don't" stiles interrupted. "you're supposed to be serious."
"you're not really serious either, are you?" you crossed your arms and leaned back against the headboard.
"i'm not supposed to be. i'm allowed to fight trauma with the inappropriate use of sarcasm. it's who i am. you shouldn't even be able to detect a joke or crack a smile, considering who raised you." he send a side-eye in your direction before he continued rambling. "and as always it's just my luck that i am hopelessly into someone who's related to derek hale. this is just great—"
"you're hopelessly into me?" you repeated surprised.
"i said someone related to derek hale." stiles corrected. "i could very well be talking about your mother."
"are you talking about my mother?" you repeated with a roll of your eyes.
"nah"
"okay, that's good. because you know she's dead, so your love would be doomed from the start."
"yeah, good argument, actually." stiles nodded repeatedly. "glad we talked about this. now that i've revealed my interest, is there a slight chance— i mean statistically speaking and considering, uh, that i—"
you interrupted promptly, taking his face into your hands and moving him so close, your lips were not far from touching. "you should stop talking."
"uh, yeah, i probably should"
you kissed him—quick, impulsive, no time for words. it was over in a second, but it left both of you breathless, staring at each other, the tension thick in the air.
your eyes wandered over the stunned expression on his face, before you moved closer once more, softly kissing him again.
the door to your room flew open with a bang and you and stiles jumped apart, similiarly surprised at the sudden sound.
your brother was standing in the doorway, his dark eyes narrowing at the scene in front of him and stiles quickly moved his hand away from your thigh, as if derek's stare alone had burned it.
"stiles." derek growled. "you have about five seconds to get your slimy little lips away from my sister before i rip you to shreds."
stiles shot you a look that clearly said "i told you so" before scrambling to his feet and practically bolting out of the loft, not bothering to say another word.
you couldn't help but smile up at your older brother. "oh derek, do you always have to be such a sourwolf?"
derek’s lips twitched into a humorless smirk. “yeah, okay. that’s it. you're officially banned from ever seeing him again.”
summary: you and isaac gift each other the perfect present during secret santa
warnings: none i think
notes: sorry this was such a delay
the pack was sitting around the christmas tree, unpacking the various presents they had gifted each other.
"who is mine?" isaac asked excitedly.
you raised your arm smiling at him. you grabbed your bag and gently pulled out the present for him. "here you go"
"cool" isaac gushed while taking the box from you "i had you" he smiled, while reaching behind his back and holding a present in your direction.
"thank you" you both smiled at the same time and neither of you could take your eyes away from the other.
"aren't you going to open it?" stiles asked from next to you.
"uuh, yeah of course" you quickly took your eyes off of isaac and started to unpack your present.
isaac seemed to be a bit faster than you. "what is it?" scott asked and you looked up, giggling as you notice scott trying to braid lydia's long hair and failing miserably.
isaac doesn't answer. his eyes were fixated on the thing in his hand. he frowned and you grew scared for a second, maybe what you had bought him wasn't the right choice after all.
"y/n" he looked up at you and you were ready for him to be disappointed, but instead he smiled. "thank you"
"what is it?" lydia tried to look over isaac’s shoulder, what tempted scott to quickly pull her back.
"you're ruining the braid" scott warned.
isaac turned around to him, to show lydia the cd in his hand. "it's a cd my mom used to play for me when i was a kid. sadly it broke a few years ago and i wasn't able to find it anywhere" he turned back around at you, still obviously in wonder "how did you possibly find this?"
"i checked a lot of stores, but it's not sold anymore" you explained "then i visited my grandpa and he still had it from back when he bought it in store. it was basically free" you cringed "sorry i didn't spend any money on it" you felt bad immediately. you hadn’t even thought about this before.
"are you kidding?" isaac laughed, getting up from his seat and hugging you "this is the best gift ever!"
"a personal present of sentimental value" stiles nodded "great, yeah, amazing even. now open yours" he looked at the still wrapped box in your lap. "it's star wars time in ten minutes and i'm not waiting on anybody" he looked around the room warningly.
"geez" lydia raised her hands while she got on her feet. her hair looked like a bird had nested in it, all while scott watched his work proudly. "i'm gonna make a quick run to the bathroom" she excused, leaving the room
you continued to unwrap isaac's gift, but stopped in your movement, while you recognized a familiar pattern. "no" you shook your head, pulling the sweater out of the box gently. "my grandma’s sweater" you smiled "the one stiles ruined last summer" you send a spiteful look in the boys direction.
"i told you it was an accident"
"how did you make the stain go away? i thought it was ruined"
"the dad of a friends friend has this shop were they specialize in fixing ruined clothing" isaac exclaimed shrugging "i just asked for a simple favour"
you rushed out of your seat, hugging the boy. "thank you"
"no problem" isaac smiled "seems like you and i had pretty similiar ideas"
"yes" you said and again you couldn't take your eyes from his face, a face that was pretty close to yours now.
before you were able to lean over and possibly connect your lips, the tv announced the movie starting.
"couch! now!" stiles almost screamed, pushing you all to sit down. you sat beside isaac and when scott and stiles didn't look, he softly interlocked your hands.
you smiled at the gesture and at him. laying your head on his shoulder while the movie started.
you almost shrieked out of your seat, when there was a scream. "scott!" lydia bellowed from the direction of the bathroom.
you and isaac laughed when she walked back into the living room, looking even worse than before. it seemed like she had tried to loosen the hairstyle scott had did and had made it even worse.
"what is that?" she pointed to her head.
before scott could answer, stiles shushed all of you. "sit down and watch the movie" her head turned to him quickly "ehh- please"
to your surprise lydia actually complied to stile's request.
"honestly" isaac whispered in your ear "does christmas ever get less crazy?"
"never" you whispered back "but i'm glad that you are here and we can agree on the craziness"
