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Derek’s eyes narrow and Stiles knows he’s fucked up royally, because between one heartbeat and the next, Derek’s pinning him down with one hairy, strong arm.
He practically crawls his way up Stiles’ body, as Stiles scrambles back on the couch to get further away from him, still raising the bowl of candy above his head.
Derek, with a huff of victory finally gets level with Stiles’ face. He reaches up for the bowl again but where Derek’s strong, Stiles is gangly, and it’s still just out of Derek’s reach.
Stiles shoves Derek’s elbow out from under him and he collapses down on top of Stiles with a surprised oomph.
“Can’t get me Derek, I’m the whacky, inflatable arm waving-man,” Stiles laughs delightedly, right in Derek’s face.
Derek’s really close face. His incredibly handsome, stubbly face, a face that is inches away from his own face.
Fuck balls.
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16 Jun 2026
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Stiles sweeps back the generous swath of multicoloured fabrics that are serving as some sort of curtain, hung over the doorway of what appears to be a fortune teller’s wagon, complete with a bright green roof.
“Waste of money. They’re all con artists,” Derek warns him cynically, putting his heavy booted foot on the lowest ladder rung, despite his words. The background noise of overly jubilant fairground music makes him have to raise his voice a little for Stiles to hear him. The step groans precariously. “You said we could go straight home after the haunted house.”
“Dude! Don’t you want to know what your future holds?” Stiles asks Derek seriously.
Derek gives him a hard look, eyebrows raised.
“Ok. Well yeah, fair point. I mean, it’s you, so your future probably holds lots of blood, death and gore, if your present and past are anything to go by. But hey ho, you never know! Things might be looking up for you,” Stiles grins brightly at him.
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16 Jun 2026
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Scott’s missed their pre agreed checking in point.
“Fuck,” Stiles mutters and he snatches up his phone, double checking it’s not on silent.
It’s not and he’s got a full signal.
He places it back down, screen facing up this time and he contemplates what to do.
He’s got this awful feeling running through him, it feels like poison in his veins, it’s taking something from him.
It’s been building all week, since he first spoke to Scott and his best friend had told him he was going back to Beacon Hills, because the Nogitsune was back. It’s getting worse as the night is going on.
For the first time in his FBI career, he feels out of place in his office, lost, like he should be somewhere else. He knows exactly why.
He should have gone back with the others. Back to Beacon Hills with his friends. But when Scott called, he just couldn’t. He fucking couldn’t.
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16 Jun 2026
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Then Stiles hears the growl, familiar and furious.
“Oh shiitake mushrooms,” Stiles groans, turning around. “Heeeeey Derek. Isn’t it a little past your bedtime?”
Derek looks as pissed as Stiles has ever seen him and it kind of gives him a little bit of satisfaction, so he snuggles closer to Ricky. Derek bares his teeth at them, thankfully still human and his nostrils flare wildly.
“You’re drunk,” Derek accuses him flatly.
“You’re drunk,” Stiles tells Derek nonsensically.
“This is the ‘not boyfriend’ I’m guessing?” Ricky looks down at Stiles, eyebrow cocked.
Derek full on snarls at that and for the first time in forever, Stiles starts to worry he might lose control of the shift.
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16 Jun 2026
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He realises his mistake when the Sheriff looks between them both, head going back and forth between Stiles’ hand on Derek’s jacket and Derek’s face.
Derek can see his boss take in his hopeless smile and he quickly tries to arrange his face into a scowl but by the look on John’s face he’s no where near convincing.
You and him? John mouths at him, eyes narrowed.
Derek shakes his head, eyes wide and panicked.
“What?” Stiles asks them when he looks up from his phone, unaware of the silent communication between Derek and the Sheriff. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing Son. Derek, make sure nothing happens to him,” John says pointedly. “Derek... I approve. Of you going to the preserve first, I mean. It’s nice. That the preserve makes you so happy.”
The Sheriff gives him a thumbs up when Stiles looks down at his phone again.
Derek wants to punch himself in the face.
“Of course Sir. I... I really like the preserve. I want to keep it safe,” Derek bodily hustles Stiles toward the doorway, ears burning.
“When did you both become so environmentally conscious?” Stiles frowns suspiciously.
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