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[archive of 11/17/17]

From Unknown Number at 4:34pm: you changed your number

To Unknown Number at 4:37pm: Who is this?

From Unknown Number at 4:37: Scott

New Contact Saved.

To Scott at 4:39pm: Who gave it away?

From Scott at 4:39pm: Lydia

To Scott at 4:40pm: Of course she did.

From Scott at 4:41pm: you gotta try harder if you want to get rid of
us :)

To Scott at 4:41pm: I'll remember that.

To Scott at 4:41pm: Welcome back. Staying for the holidays?

From Scott at 4:42pm: yep

From Scott at 4:45pm: pack meet friday?

To Scott at 4:47pm: Sure.

Group Message to Cora, Kira, Stiles, Liam, Alan Deaton,
Melissa McCall, Jordan Parrish, John Stilinski, Braeden,
Argent at 4:57pm: This is Derek, new number.

From Cora at 4:59pm: I texted Lydia to make sure you didn't die; I
called you ten times last month.

To Cora at 5:00pm: Broke my phone and didn't bother getting a
new one for a while.

From Kira at 5:00pm: Heyyyyy :D

From Cora at 5:00pm: Loser.

From Braeden at 5:00pm: Long time there, Derek.

To Braeden at 5:01pm: Same.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Argent'. Number not found.

From Kira at 5:03pm: Are you coming to the pack meet this Friday? o:
Scott's in town! :D

To Kira at 5:04pm: I'll be there, already talked with Scott.

From Stiles at 5:05pm: I'd been texting you, thought you were
ignoring me.

From Kira at 5:05pm: Sweet! :DD

To Stiles at 5:05pm: As I told Scott, 'I should try harder'.

From Stiles at 5:06pm: haha

From Liam at 5:15pm: who gave you my number?

To Liam at 5:16pm: You did, two years ago. You were drunk on
wolfsbane.

From Melissa McCall at 5:23pm: Coming to the meet? I need to know the
numbers before I start cooking for a supernatural
army. :)

To Melissa McCall at 5:25pm: What meet? I'm there for the food.

From Melissa McCall at 5:25pm: lol!!! That's what all the boys said.

[archive of 11/24/17]

From John Stilinski at 7:09pm: Want to talk with you meet up for dinner?

To John Stilinski at 7:10pm: Should I dress up?

From John Stilinski at 7:11pm: This aint like that son come to joes bar on main

To John Stilinski at 7:11pm: On my way. 

[archive of 12/03/17]

Group Message from Stiles at 10:14am: Attention broke BHCC students and others:
due to many 'unexplained' disappearance
and random quits, the police department is
hiring. Desk and field open.

To Stiles at 10:15am: I applied last week.

From Stiles at 10:15am: What. The job postings just went up today.

To Stiles at 10:16am: I'm friends with the sheriff, obviously.

From Stiles at 10:17am: oh my god you two went out for beers last
week you can't deny it i will hold you
accountable for lying

[archive of 12/05/17]

From Stiles at 11:03am: Congratulations! Enjoy showing off in
front of the human rookies at the training
program.

To Stiles at 11:05am: :)

From Stiles at 11:05am: oh my god

From Braeden at 1:13pm: Hear you're picking up the guns.

To Braeden at 1:13pm: Are you in BH?

From Braeden at 1:23pm: Not even close, but I have ears everywhere.

To Braeden at 1:24pm: And here I thought you worked alone.

From Braeden at 1:26pm: Got me a partner now. I guess I missed
the luxury of a two-man team.

To Braeden at 1:26pm: You doing okay?

From Braeden at 1:27pm: Sure am. :)

To Braeden at 1:27pm: Not impersonating FBI still? I can arrest
you for that, now.

From Braeden at 1:30pm: You'll have to catch me first. ;)

To Braeden at 1:34pm: Good luck out there. Be safe. Call if you
need anything.

From Braeden at 1:34pm: You too.

From Lydia at 5:18pm: Malia wants to know when a good time to
meet up with you.

To Lydia at 5:18pm: Anytime today.

[archive of 12/06/17]

From Lydia at 9:00am: How'd it go last night?

To Lydia at 9:35am: Malia says stop being nosy, but it went fine.
She says she doesn't mind being family as
long as she doesn't have to accept Peter as
her father.

To Lydia at 9:35am: That's okay with me.

From Jordan Parrish at 12:23pm: You didn't fill out your time card correctly
again. Don't forget to fill out the overtime
slot, or you won't be paid for it.

To Jordan Parrish at 12:25pm: It was only an hour.

From Jordan Parrish at 12:26pm: An hour for each day you worked this pay
period.

To Jordan Parrish at 12:26pm: It's okay, really.

From John Stilinski at 12:32pm: Get down here and fill out your overtime
deputy.

To John Stilinski at 12:32pm: Yes sir.

To Jordan Parrish at 12:32pm: Tattle-tale.

From Jordan Parrish at 12:33pm: You bet.

[archive of 12/11/17] 

From Scott at 7:07pm: deatons asap

From Stiles at 7:07pm: Action at vet clinic

Group Message to Scott, Stiles at 7:07pm: on my way

[archive of 12/15/17]

Group Message from Lydia at 8:25am: I'll be visiting my dad for the rest of the holiday
vacation. Leaving Thursday morning. Try not to
call for anything but emergencies.

To Lydia at 9:02am: Have a good trip.

From Lydia at 9:03am: Thank you. Keep everything in line while I'm
gone.

[archive of 12/25/17]

Group Message from Melissa McCall at 12:00am: Merry Christmas! xoxo

Group Message from Jordan Parrish at 12:01am: Merry Christmas!

Group Message from John Stilinski at 12:03am: Merry Christmas!

Group Message from Scott at 6:31am: Happy Hanukkah!

Group Message from Stiles at 8:00am: Merry Jingly!

Group Message from Lydia at 8:15am: Merry Christmas to everyone in Beacon Hills!
I'll be back after the New Year!

Group Message from Braeden at 8:22am: Happy holidays!

Group Message from Liam at 10:05am: happy xmas

New Message. Select: Everyone.

Group Message to Everyone at 10:30am: Merry Christmas.

From Cora at 10:30am: You too bro, but its all summer here.

From Laura at 10:34am: Who is this?

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Argent'. Number not found.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Dad'. Number not found.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Isaac'. Number not found.

From Alan Deaton at 10:34am: Merry Christmas, Derek.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Boyd'. Number not found.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Erica'. Number not found.

To Laura at 10:36am: Sorry, wrong number.

From Laura at 10:41am: Its okay :) Merry Christmas to you too.

Are you sure you want to delete 'Laura' from your contacts?

'Laura' not deleted.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Peter'. Number not found.

Error #401: Message not sent to 'Mom'. Number not found.

Group Message from Scott at 2:18pm: wanted to let everyone know that kira, mom and
i are heading to san fran for the day and we'll be
back late tomorrow ...pack meet for new years eve?

To Scott at 2:23pm: I'll pass; last time was a little much for me.

From Scott at 2:24pm: its because you missed us so bad

To Scott at 2:24pm: Obviously.

[archive of 12/26/17] 

From Stiles at 1:12pm: Hey.

To Stiles at 1:15pm: What's up?

From Stiles at 1:15pm: Is Dad working another double today?

To Stiles at 1:15pm: He is. He didn't call you?

From Stiles at 1:16pm: No.

To Stiles at 1:16pm: Something wrong?

From Stiles at 1:21pm: No.

To Stiles at 1:32pm: I'm off in an hour, if you want to catch lunch
somewhere.

From Stiles at 1:34pm: You talked to him.

To Stiles at 1:34pm: I did. Lunch?

From Stiles at 1:35pm: If you feel like it.

To Stiles at 1:37pm: I feel like having ihop. We can bring our 
leftovers to your dad and visit with him. It's 
pleasantly quiet here for a day after Christmas.

From Stiles at 1:38pm: Well...it's the holidays. We should at least
save him one slice of bacon.

[archive of 12/31/17]

From Liam at 8:56pm: yooooo derek.

To Liam at 8:56pm: No.

From Scott at 8:57pm: derek???

To Scott at 8:58pm: No.

From Kira at 8:58pm: Derrreeeeek? :D

To Kira at 9:03pm: 1/4 tsp northern wolfsbane to a fifth. Have
Melissa mix it and drink with supervision,
regardless if everyone but Liam is over 21.

From Kira at 9:05pm: Thank you!!! :D

To Melissa McCall at 9:07pm: If they start hallucinating horribly, call me.

From Stiles at 9:07pm: tnx dude it was suuuuuper lonly bein only1 sober

From Melissa McCall at 9:08pm: Will do, and thank you! Scott was pouting.

From Stiles at 9:08pm: druk*

From Stiles at 9:08pm: druck**

From Stiles at 9:08pm: DRUNK

To Stiles at 9:09pm: Congratulations on achieving basic spelling.

From Stiles at 9:10pm: aw yea i get a +

To Stiles at 9:12pm:

Uploading Media.

Picture loaded.

Picture sent.

From Stiles at 9:14pm: omgLOL

From Stiles at 9:14pm: i choked

To Stiles at 9:15pm: :)

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[archive of 01/01/18]

From Cora at 12:00am: happy new year

From Cora at 12:02am: loser didn’t watch the ball drop?

From Cora at 12:09am: do you think mom would be proud of us?

From Cora at 12:09am: or dad? or laura?

From Cora at 12:10am:  cuz somtimes…like, i feel we’ve disapointd em 
some how? but mom was uslly cool w/ things

From Cora at 12:13am: i nver said thx for killing that hunter bitch.

From Cora at 12:14am: u did ok. i'm proud of u.

From Cora at 12:14am:  what I’m texting will be blamed on wolfsbane
okay?

From Cora at 12:16am: okaaaay?

Group Message to Scott, Kira, Liam, Melissa McCall, 
Stiles at 11:16am: Did everyone survive?

From Liam at 11:16am: no

From Melissa McCall at 11:17am: Everyone survived the night, but I
think the kids are off wolfsbane for a
while, lol!!

From Stiles at 11:17am: All limbs attached. Malia is threatening to
break our phones. Scott’s text notification is
like, a four minute long epic and threatening 
to explode her head.

To Melissa McCall at 11:17am: Good deal, then.

To Stiles at 11:18am: You seem lucid.

From Stiles at 11:19am:  Lucid, yet showing Malia that hammers are
effective silencers.

To Stiles at 11:20am: Limbs attached but not your head.

From Kira at 11:21am: hurts 2 look @ screen ill rsp l8r :((((

From Stiles at 11:24am:  My phone’s on vibrate and I’ve had two cups
of coffee, and Melissa gave me Tylenol. The
world is still brighter than it should be but I
will survive, and carry on without Scott if
need to be. *momentary sad face*

To Stiles at 11:25am: How is Scott?

From Stiles at 11:26am:  Passed out stupid. Melissa says she has
sniffing salts from work that I could
experiment with. I give him until noon, and if
that doesn’t work I’ll get out the dog whistle.

To Stiles at 11:27am: Malia will cut you.

From Stiles at 11:27am: I’m prepared.

Group Message from Lydia at 3:36pm: Happy New Years! Hope everyone had a
better time than I; I scheduled a flight for
the 5th, but Mom will be at an app. Is
someone able to give me a ride?

To Lydia at 3:40pm: I work from 6a-4p, when’s your plane
come in?

From Lydia at 3:44pm: Two PM, but don’t worry about it. Stiles
says he has it. Thank you, Derek.

To Lydia at 3:45pm: Have a safe flight.

[archive of 01/05/18]

Group Message from Lydia at 2:53pm: We need a full pack meet before we have
have to go back to class. Tomorrow would
be great.

To Lydia at 3:36pm: Morning would be great for me.

From Lydia at 3:37pm: Noted.

From Lydia at 6:29pm: Seven at the Stilinski house. Don’t bitch
about how early it is; there will be coffee
and breakfast.

To Lydia at 6:31pm: Noted.

From Stiles at 7:08pm: Dude how do you take your eggs?

To Stiles at 7:09pm: Shaken, not stirred.

From Stiles at 7:09pm: No, seriously.

To Stiles at 7:10pm:  Hard scrambled. White toast. Medium-rare
steak.

From Stiles at 7:11pm: You’re getting wheat and we’re having 
turkey bacon.

To Stiles at 7:11pm: Gross. I’m bringing take-out. Biscuits and
real sausage gravy.

To Jordan Parrish at 7:12pm: Bring healthy, Stiles-approved pastries
from that organic place on your way
tomorrow.

From Stiles at 7:12pm: Don’t you dare.

From Stiles at 7:12pm: Seriously.

From Jordan Parish at 7:12pm: 10-4

From Stiles at 7:13pm: Derek.

From Stiles at 7:13pm: Derek no.

From Stiles at 7:13pm: Derek.

From Stiles at 7:14pm: DEREK.

To Stiles at 7:14pm: Kidding.

To Stiles at 7:14pm: I’m bringing cupcakes.

From Stiles at 7:15pm: OHMYGODASKJLGYUITNBNM NO.

[archive of 01/08/18]

From Lydia at 3:15am: Peter’s gone. I’m sorry.

From Scott at 3:18am: Hey man, i think something happened. I
don’t feel a connection to peter anymore.

From Alan Deaton at 5:25am: Call me when you can.

To John Stilinski at 9:18am: Sorry for the short notice, but I need to
take today off.

From John Stilinski at 9:20am: Whats up? 

To John Stilinski at 9:24am: Family death.

From John Stilinski at 9:24am: Take care Derek.

To Cora at 9:31am: Peter passed away. 

From Cora at 10:04am: Thank you for letting me know.

To Cora at 10:05am: You okay?

From Cora at 10:05am:  He got really bad, you know? But I
remember when Gran was alpha and he
was pretty cool.

To Cora at 10:06am: Yeah.

[archive of 01/09/18]

From John Stilinski at 5:35am: If you need today off as well thats okay. 

To John Stilinski at 5:36am: I’m coming in for my shift.

From Kira at 11:54am:  Malia came and told me. Sorry for your
loss. *hugs*

[archive of 01/27/18]

To John Stilinski, Jordan Parrish at 2:03pm:  The guy on the left is lying and I can feel
the intent to attack. Be prepared.

From Jordan Parrish at 2:05pm: 10-4

[archive of 2/15/18] 

Group Message from Lydia at 1:12pm: I see piles of white dust. The white dust
plumes like smoke and there’s gas in the
air.

To Lydia at 1:12pm: Where?

To Lydia at 1:12pm: Do you see a location?

Group Message to John Stilinski, Jordan Parish at 1:13pm: Lydia is having a vision.

Group Message from Jordan Parrish at 1:13pm: (FWD):  I see piles of white dust. The white dust 
plumes like smoke and there’s gas in the 
air.

From Jordan Parrish at 1:13pm: Making sure you got it.

Group Message from Lydia at 1:16pm: BH. I’m standing in front of a black board
so angry, crushing chalk into powder.

Group Message from Lydia at 1:17pm: Everyone deserves it. They’ve belittled me
for too long.

To Lydia at 1:17pm: Is it a school?

Group Message from Lydia at 1:17pm: It’s a school. I don’t know which, it
ended there. I’m sorry. 

To Lydia at 1:18pm: Can you feel who in the pack is closest?

From Lydia at 1:18pm: I can’t, I’m sorry.

From John Stilinski at 1:18pm: Have we a clear destination??

To John Stilinski at 1:19pm: Not yet. She can’t see anything more.

From Liam at 2:03pm: i heard gunshots close 2 school 

Group Message to John Stilinski, Jordan Parrish at 2:03pm: High school 

Group Message from Jordan Parrish at 2:03pm: Scanner 245 .5 to bhhs 

To Liam at 2:03pm: on our way

Group Message from Scott at 2:52pm: Feedback asap

Group Message from Stiles at 3:05pm:  The students are whispering about a
standoff at the high school, what’s going
on? Are you okay Liam? Do you know
anything Lydia?

Group Message from Liam at 3:06pm:  ok school lock down police cornered 
man in boiler room, whats going on derek? 

Group Message from Stiles at 3:06pm: KEEP THE GUNS AWAY FROM THE BOILERS.

Group Message from Scott at 4:39pm: On my way to BH.

[archive of 02/16/18]

From Lydia at 2:23am: Keep Jordan on guard duty unless you 
want a dead suspect. Stiles is fit to kill.

To Lydia at 2:24am: Scott, Malia, or Melissa couldn’t calm him
down, either.

From Lydia at 2:24am: Kira? 

To Lydia at 2:25am: She went home a while ago at Scott’s
request.

From Jordan Parrish at 2:56am: He just punched Scott. Get him out
before we’re forced to arrest him. I’ll call
in Bellamy to cover the boss.

To Jordan Parrish at 2:57am: 10-4

From Scott at 5:14am: how is stiles? 

To Scott at 5:15am: Angry and guilt tripping. 

From Scott at 5:15am: dont listen to it hes just angry and
wants someone to blame for accidents

To Scott at 5:16am: Well aware.

From Melissa McCall at 6:46pm: John's waking up. You can bring Stiles back,
supervised.

To Melissa McCall at 6:47pm: He just fell asleep. Give him 30.

[archive of 02/18/14]

From Stiles at 11:13am: Thank you, and sorry for being an
asshole.

To Stiles at 11:16am: No problem.

From Stiles at 11:17am: Not no problem. You were doing your
job and I got stupid and blind-
sighted. Dad gave me the play by play.

To Stiles at 11:18am: Which is understandable, it's no
problem.

From Stiles at 11:18am: I'm sorry for punching you.

From Stiles at 11:18am: I'm sorry for trying to give you
the slip.

From Stiles at 11:19am: I'm sorry for saying you were the
most useless deputy.

From Stiles at 11:19am: I'm sorry for being a pain in the
ass.

To Stiles at 11:19am: Honestly, it's okay.

From Stiles at 11:20am: And there's really no excuse for
what I said about your family.

[archive of 02/26/14]

From Stiles at 6:32am: Hey, you awake?

To Stiles at 6:33am: On duty.

From Stiles at 6:33am: When's your lunch break?

To Stiles at 6:34am: Ten.

From Stiles at 6:35am: Wanna go to IHOP?

To Stiles at 6:45am: We can get bacon to give to your
dad.

From Stiles at 6:45am: That's what I was thinking. :)

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[archive of 03/27/18]

Group message from John Stilinski at 6:19pm: Sunday 8 surprise party for stiles at 7pm.

[archive of 03/30/18]

From Lydia at 1:32pm: Scott and I are mailing you Stiles's gifts.

To Lydia at 1:46pm: Who says I'm going?

From Lydia at 1:48pm: Of course you are.

[archive of 04/05/18]

From Kira at 3:04pm: Help! I don't know what to get Stiles! D:

To Kira at 3:06pm: What did Scott suggest?

From Kira at 3:08pm: I didn't ask Scott? 0:

To Kira at 3:15pm: Want to come with me to pick out
something? I need to get mine, too.

From Kira at 3:16pm: Yessssss :D

[archive of 04/06/18]

From Stiles at 10:56am: Breakfast when you get off shift?

To Stiles at 11:00am: Breakfast, yes. Birthday interrogations, no.

From Stiles at 11:02am: Dad warned you, too? Who doesn't know?

From Stiles at 11:12am: That wasn't me fishing for information.

To Stiles at 11:13am: I can hear your lies.

From Stiles at 11:15am: NOT OVER TEXTING YOU CAN'T.

To Stiles at 11:15am: :)

To Stiles at 11:16am: See you in about fifteen.

From Stiles at 11:46am: Derek?

To Stiles at 12:03pm: work emergency

From Stiles at 12:04pm: Raincheck?

To Stiles at 12:06pm: I'll pick u up when off

From Stiles at 12:07pm: :) See you then.

[archive of 04/08/18]

Group Message from Jordan Parrish at 10:17am: shift ends about 8, I'll be a little late.

To Jordan Parrish at 10:23am: 10-4

To Jordan Parrish at 10:25am: You'll be sorely missed.

From Jordan Parrish at 10:32am: lol I'm sure. With you and everyone else
around, Stiles won't remember me.

To Jordan Parrish at 10:33am: Little self-credit.

From Jordan Parrish at 10:36am: I'm modest.

From Stiles at 11:03pm: Thanks for coming, Derek.

To Stiles at 11:05pm: I'm glad you had a good time.

From Stiles at 11:07pm: :)

To Stiles at 11:16pm: Good night, Stiles.

From Stiles at 11:18pm: You too.

[archive of 04/16/18]

From Lydia at 9:12am: I see wolfsbane and hunters. Be careful.

To Lydia at 9:31am: Just me?

From Lydia 9:33am: Banshee instincts.

[archive of 04/17/18]

From Kira 10:00am: School sucksss D:

To Kira at 10:02am I'm not becoming your distraction.

From Kira at 10:03am: You sound like Scott ): I'll ask Jordan.

To Kira at 10:05am Liam would be better.

From Kira at 10:05am :D

From Kira 10:31am: His phone got taken away. :(

To Kira at 10:32am: :)

To Kira at 10:33am: That's the sound of justice for breaking my 
radio.

From Kira at 10:34am LOL XD

[archive of 04/27/18]

From Stiles at 9:54pm: i need u 2 com find me

From Stiles at 9:56pm: dont call dad

To Stiles at 10:00pm: Are you drunk again?

From Stiles at 10:01pm: abduct

To Stiles at 10:01pm: Where are you?

To John Stilinski at 10:01pm: Stiles is missing

From Stiles at 10:03: idk park area round a sewer

From John Stilinski at 10:04pm He wont pick up call me now

From Stiles at 10:04pm: i sed dont call dont no i hav cell

To John Stilinski at 10:05pm: On my way to you, got gps signal

To John Stilinski at 10:06pm They don't know he has a phone

To Stiles at 10:06pm Getting your dad are you hurt?

From Stiles at 10:07pm: No

To Stiles at 10:07pm: I can hear you lie

From Stiles at 10:09pm: mayb bruses

To Stiles at 10:09pm: Keep texting, Im driving

From Stiles at 10:10pm: u shd no better

From Stiles at 10:10pm: deputy derek

From Stiles at 10:11pm: get pull ovr 4 txt/drivin

From Stiles at 10:12pm: i think they huters

From Stiles at 10:14pm: they keep tlkin bout ally

From Stiles at 10:16pm: they fight bween selves

From Stiles at 10:18pm: wonder were alpha is

From Stiles at 10:19pm: brb

From Stiles at 10:25pm may hav broken finger now

From Stiles at 10:26pm: i fukin hate outta state huters

From Stiles at 10:28pm: thx 4 callin dad btw

From Stiles at 10:29pm: dont listen 2 me when i say dat

From Stiles at 10:29pm when its obv bad news

From Stiles at 10:30pm: keep him safe

To Stiles at 10:30pm: Stiles its me its dad

To Stiles at 10:31pm: Do you see anything around you?

From Stiles at 10:31pm: Hi dad, Derek pik u up?

From Stiles at 10:32pm: I dont c anythin but trees and hear the sewer,
no lights

To Stiles at 10:32pm: On our way keep talking son

From Stiles at 10:33pm: Love you dad

To Stiles at 10:33pm: I love you too

From Stiles at 10:34pm: LOL dat looks weird comin frm derek's name

To Stiles at 10:34pm: i bet

From Stiles at 10:35pm: shhhhh we do not speak on this phone

To Stiles at 10:35pm: Derek asks how many hunters

From Stiles at 10:35pm: 3

To Stiles at 10:37pm: We got a lock on u

From Stiles at 10:38pm: Hurry.

[archive of 04/28/18]

From Scott at 4:43am: Got in contact with Chris. Call if you need
me there. Sorry I wasn't to begin with.

From Unknown Number at 4:56am: Hunters dealt with. They know BH is protected
now.

Contact Saved.

To Scott at 4:59am: We got this handled. Concentrate on exams
soon. I got Stiles and the rest of them.

To Argent at 5:00am: Thanks.

From Scott at 5:01am: We appreciate it.

To Scott at 5:01am: Appreciation isn't needed. We're pack.

From Scott at 5:10am: Friends appreciate each other.

[archive of 04/29/18]

From Liam at 11:23am: Stiles wont answer his phone he ok?

From Liam at 11:25am: Do u know how to get a girl to like u?

To Liam at 11:30am: He's in the hospital. He'll be fine. Visit him.

To Liam at 11:35am: Figure that on your own, kid.

[archive of 04/30/18]

From Kira at 3:33pm: Jordan says you aren't on shift? Stiles says you
haven't showed up? Malia is coming to you.

[archive of 05/01/18]

From Melissa at 12:15pm: Come see him. Now.

To Melissa at 12:17pm: I have seen him.

From Melissa at 12:23pm: While he's awake?

[archive of 05/05/18]

Group Message from Lydia at 3:00pm: Scott and I are coming in a week. Pack meet
as soon as we're there at the McCalls.

To Lydia at 3:13pm: I'll be there.

[archive of 05/07/18]

From Jordan Parrish at 7:28am: I need back-up on i95 nor.

To Jordan Parrish at 7:28am: 10-4

To Jordan Parrish at 7:29am: Radios are useful.

From Jordan Parrish at 7:30am: Not for personal talk.

To Jordan Parrish at 7:31am: You don't need back-up.

From Jordan Parrish at 7:31am: Well spotted.

[archive 05/08/18]

To Cora at 9:42am: Happy birthday.

From Cora at 9:56am: Thanks bro. Miss you.

To Cora at 9:59am: Me too.

From John Stilinski at 4:04pm: Dinner at my place

From John Stilinski at 4:06pm: I dont know what happened between you and
stiles but we're having dinner jordan is coming too

To John Stilinski at 4:07pm: Yes sir.

From Stiles at 4:20pm: You don't have to come.

To Stiles at 4:22pm: I told your dad I'm coming so I will be there.

To Stiles at 4:22pm: Do you not want me to come?

From Stiles at 4:23pm: I plead the fifth.

From Stiles at 4:26pm: Are we okay?

To Stiles at 4:28pm: Of course we are. Don't you think so?

From Stiles at 4:36pm: Yeah.

[archive of 05/10/18]

From Liam at 6:16am: can i get a ride to school? i need to meet a girl
early @school

To Liam at 6:20am: Don't fuck with my radio.

From Liam at 6:21am: thx bro!

[archive of 05/11/18]

From Stiles at 10:45am: IHOP?

To Stiles at 10:47am: On my way.

[archive of 05/13/18]

Group Message from Scott at 3:17pm: Meet at 6, potluck.

[archive of 05/14/18]

From Lydia at 1:11pm: What's going on between you and Stiles?

To Lydia at 1:12pm: What do you mean?

From Lydia at 1:14pm: You two were hot and cold touch all last night.
Are you sleeping with him?

To Lydia at 1:14pm: Jesus Lydia.

To Lydia at 1:15pm: No.

From Lydia at 1:15pm: Are you into him?

To Lydia at 1:18pm: I don't believe it's any of your business if I am
or not.

From Lydia at 1:20pm: That isn't a no.

To Lydia at 1:22pm: It isn't a yes, either. It's a 'leave it alone.'

[archive of 05/16/18]

Group Message from Scott at 7:18pm: deatons asap

From Lydia at 7:18pm: Faeries. Come to Deaton's.

To Scott at 7:19pm: On my way.

To Stiles at 7:46pm: Are you coming?

To Stiles at 7:49pm: At least answer Scott's texts.

To Stiles at 7:53pm: I'm disappointed if you're ignoring the
emergency because of me. It's stupid. We're fine.
You said we are.

To Stiles at 7:59pm: I'm sorry for pushing you away after you kissed
me.

Group Message from Scott at 8:06pm: Stiles isn't at home.

Group Message from Kira at 8:14pm: Neither is Liam.

Group Message from Lydia at 8:32pm: The faeries have Liam and Stiles.

Group Message from Lydia at 8:34pm: Apparently Stiles thought it a good idea to teach
Liam how to pick up faeries.

Group Message from Lydia at 8:37pm: Everyone head to the Nemeton and protect it.
The Court will only converse with me.

To Lydia at 8:38pm: Why? That's dangerous.

From Lydia at 8:39pm: They won't hurt another fae creature.

[archive of 05/17/18]

From Stiles at 10:11pm: It's alright.

[archive of 05/18/18]

To Stiles at 11:11am: Lunch at ihop?

From Stiles at 11:15am: Are we making this a weekly occurrence?

To Stiles at 11:15am: We can.

From Stiles at 11:17am: :)

Chapter Text

[archive of 09/02/18]

Group Message from Stiles at 3:04pm: Would it be okay to bring someone to the next
meet? I want to introduce him to everyone.

To Stiles at 3:10pm: Shouldn’t be a problem.

From Kira at 4:12pm: I thought u and stiles were dating……? :s

To Kira at at 4:15pm: Where’d you get that idea from?

From Kira at 4:19pm: Weekly or biweekly brunches? U 2 are constantly
together? You smell like each other, more than us.

To Kira at 4:25pm: How do you know that? You can’t scent.

From Kira at 4:27pm: Malia o:

To Kira at 4:30pm: Tell her to stop gossiping, and Stiles and I aren’t
dating.

[archive of 09/09/18]

To Stiles at 10:46pm: Warning that he’s a werewolf would’ve been nice.

From Stiles at 10:51pm: Scott knew. I thought if the alpha knew it would
be okay? I wanted him to feel welcomed by wolfy
kin.

To Stiles: Why didn’t you tell me?

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles at 10:59pm: That’s alright. Nevermind, I wasn’t aware.

[archive of 09/11/18]

From Scott at 10:15am: you okay man? I’m feeling some weird vibes from
you.

To Scott at 10:16am: Yeah.

[archive of 09/14/18]

From Stiles at 9:36am: Can we skip IHOP today? Raincheck for tomorrow?

To Stiles at 9:40am: Working night shift the rest of the week.

From Stiles at 9:42am: Damn. Catch you again next week?

To Stiles at 9:49am: Sure.

To Liam at 10:00am: Run?

From Liam at 10:01am: ok

[archive of 10/17/18]

From John Stilinski at 5:34pm: i dont know whats going on with you but i want
you to take time off for a few days thats an order

To John Stilinski at 5:36pm: I’m sorry. I understand, sir. I’ll be better when
I come back.

From John Stilinski at 5:38pm: i know you will son

[archive of 10/18/18]

To Scott at 10:01am: Let’s go running.

From Scott at 10:02am: I’ll meet you there.

[archive of 10/19/18]

Group Message from Scott at 12:45pm: Pack meet tonight at mine, potluck

To Scott: Is Stiles coming?

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Scott’.

To Scott at 12:47pm: Is Stiles bringing his friend again?

From Scott at 12:50pm: I’m not sure, is there a problem?

To Scott at 1:01pm: No, just needing to see how much I need to bring.

From Scott at 2:13pm: You can talk to me. About anything.

From Stiles at 11:19pm: Are you okay?

[archive of 10/21/18]

From Jordan Parrish at 6:23pm: Let’s go get a drink.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:24pm: I’m not in the mood.

From Jordan Parrish at 6:26pm: That’s the perfect mood to have a beer.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:27pm: I’m not kidding. I’m not going out.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:30pm: Go home Jordan.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:32pm: You’ll wear the battery flashing your lights like
that.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:34pm: I’m not coming down.

From Jordan Parrish at 6:35pm: Can I come up? I got plan B with me.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:37pm: Plan B?

From Jordan Parrish at 6:39pm: Beer and more beer.

To Jordan Parrish at 6:45pm: Get up here already.

[archive of 10/31/18]

Group Message from Alan at 2:02pm: Presence required.

Group Message from Scott at 6:00pm: Go time.

From Braeden at 6:13pm: Rock salt rounds is such bullshit. And iron. I'm
never trusting TV ever again.

To Braeden at 6:14pm: They're not going to hurt you.

From Braeden at 6:15pm: So I've noticed, but the following-thing is kind
of creepy.

From Cora at 6:23pm: Ghosts!? WTF IS GOING ON?!

To Cora at 6:24pm: I'll have Alan text you the details. It's hard to
understand.

To Lydia at 6:32pm: Are you okay?

From Lydia at 6:35pm: Oh peachy. I just love being surrounded by ghosts
no one else can see.

To Lydia at 6:37pm: Right up there with hearing voices no one else
can?

From Lydia at 6:40pm: Har fucking har Derek Hale.

To Lydia at 6:41pm: :)

From Lydia at 6:42pm: <3

Group Message from Liam at 7:14pm: theres this ghost that keeps speaking french at
me

Group Message from Liam at 7:15pm: can we all just hide til tomorrow?

To Liam at 7:19pm: Wish we could.

To Liam at 7:24pm: Her name is Allison. Be polite.

From Stiles at 8:28pm: Where are you man?

To Stiles at 8:32pm: My house

To Stiles at 8:35pm: Preserve

From Stiles at 8:39pm: Even though I’m sure you’re okay and all, would
you like some company?

To Stiles at 8:42pm: Yeah. Bring Malia.

To Stiles at 8:45pm: Laura wants to meet you guys.

To Jordan Parrish at 9:17pm: How’s things?

From Jordan Parrish at 9:20pm: Good at base. No Halloween-related call-ins.
Boss can’t see the ghosts, but… There’s a woman
hanging around and touching him, and he
keeps looking over his shoulder.

From Jordan Parrish at 9:35pm: Scott says Stiles is with you. Ask him if he wants
to see his mom and send him by the station.

To Jordan Parrish at 9:36pm: 10-4

Group Message from Kira at 11:36pm: All in favor of everyone coming to my house and
getting drunk as skunks say ayyyyyyyyyyye :/

To Kira at 11:37pm: I’ll bring the wolfsbane.

[archive of 11/01/18]

To Stiles at 8:13am: Where’d you go?

To Stiles at 8:15am: You’re not driving still drunk are you?

From Stiles at 8:19am: No, I’m completely sober. Kai didn’t understand
what happened last night. Making sure he’s okay.

From Stiles at 8:30am: Why aren’t you passed out still?

To Stiles at 8:35am: Higher tolerance.

From Stiles at 8:36am: IHOP after I’m done?

To Stiles: We can go now if leave your boyfriend.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles at 8:38am: Bacon is the perfect hangover food.

From Stiles at 8:40am: I thought you were sober?

To Stiles at 8:42am: You can’t hear me lie over text.

From Stiles at 8:43am: LOL

From Scott at 5:26pm: Malia wants me to tell you to stop scent marking
Stiles.

To Scott at 5:27pm: Malia should get her own phone to tell me these
things.

From Scott at 5:27pm: But I also want to let you know I don’t mind.

From Scott at 5:28pm: she kinda should.

To Scott at 5:30pm: I’m not scent marking him.

From Scott at 5:31pm: Wouldn’t care if you were.

To Scott at 5:33pm: Are you aware of what scent marking implies?

From Scott at 5:36pm: yes and this conversation is making me
uncomfortable.

From Scott at 5:37pm: like my mom giving me the sex talk.

From Scott at 5:37pm: don’t give me the werewolf sex talk derek

To Scott at 5:40pm: There’s no such thing as knotting, Scott.

From Scott at 5:41pm: LALALALALALA IM GOING TO PRETEND I DIDNT
READ THAT.

To Scott at 5:42pm: :)

[archive of 11/11/18]

From Stiles at 11:36am: Need to skip IHOP today. Tomorrow?

To Stiles at 11:37am: What’s up?

From Stiles at 11:41am: At Kai’s.

To Stiles: Fuck around later.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: When did you stop liking me?

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles at 11:44am: Sure. Same time?

From Stiles at 11:50am: Yeah :)

[archive of 11/16/18]

From Cora at 8:01am: Happy Birthday, Derek. Miss you.

To Cora at 8:23am: Thanks. Love you.

Group Message from Lydia at 2:07pm: I’m visiting for the holiday! Pack meet is a must!

Group Message from Melissa McCall at 2:32pm: Thanksgiving dinner Saturday at John and Stiles’.
Pass it around!

[archive of 11/25/18]

From Lydia at 1:12am: You need to seriously stop it.

To Lydia at 1:15am: You realize the time? Stop what?

From Lydia at 1:18am: Shut up, you aren’t asleep yet. You’re thinking of
all the ways you can kill Kai and get away with it.

To Lydia at 1:21am: I am not. You have no idea what you’re talking
about. Let it go, Lydia.

From Lydia at 1:26am: Get over yourself. You hovered behind Stiles
more than Kai did. Touched him whenever you
could. You stared at them throughout dinner.
You can’t claim not to have a thing for Stiles yet
play the damn jealous card. That’s so fucked up.

To Lydia at 1:28am: There’s nothing to be jealous of. I’m happy for
Stiles. You’re reading this wrong.

From Lydia at 1:28am: There’s nothing to be happy for: Stiles and Kai
aren’t an item.

To Lydia at 1:30am: What…? Yes they are. Kai was scent marking him.

From Lydia at 1:34am: Maybe before, but is he now? No. Kai had a crush,
but Stiles asked me advice a few weeks ago on
how to let him down gently. Stiles isn’t interested
in Kai, and Kai is actually acting respectable,
unlike yourself.

To Lydia at 1:39am: You’re wrong.

From Lydia at 1:40am: You’re so gone on Stiles and you don’t even
realise it.

From Lydia at 1:51am: Or perhaps you do, and you’re too chicken shit
to admit it.

To Lydia at 1:52am: Shut up Lydia

From Lydia at 1:55am: He loves you.

From Lydia at 2:13am: He won’t wait forever.

[archive of 11/26/18]

To Stiles: You aren’t with Kai?

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: Lydia says you still like me.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: Lydia says you love me.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: After you kissed me you acted like nothing
happened.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: You treat me like everyone else despite being in
love with me.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: Do you like me still?

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: Why didn’t you say anything about your feelings?

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: Please wait for me while I figure this out.

Message saved in Drafts.

From Scott at 2:45pm: I can feel your anxiety you know. Run?

To Scott at 2:46pm: Yes please.

[archive of 11/27/18]

To Stiles: I’m sorry I pushed you away after you kissed me.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I regret now pushing you away after you kissed
me.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I’m happy you and Kai aren’t together.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: Lydia helped me realize my feelings for you.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I like you a whole lot.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I want to be everything you want.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I think I love you more than anything.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I love you more than anything.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles: I want everything you have to offer.

Message saved in Drafts.

Open New Message to ‘Stiles’.

To Stiles at 10:40am: You have plans today?

From Stiles at 10:41am: Other than our IHOP?

To Stiles at 10:41am: Other than our ihop.

From Stiles at 10:42am: Nope! I’m free all day! :)

From Stiles at 10:42am: Unless ya know, supernatural emergencies pop
up.

To Stiles at 10:45am: Don’t jinx us, now. I was wondering if you’re up
for a walk after ihop?

From Stiles at 10:46am: Yeah, of course. :)

Chapter Text

After they pay for their check and step outside, Stiles checks his phone and holds the power button until it turns off. Stiles notices Derek watching and he grins sheepishly, some redness appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t want to be bombarded with texts,” Stiles says with a shrug. Derek can hear his heart pounding almost as fast as his own.

Derek knows the feeling. Nodding, he pulls out his own phone, realising belatedly his palms are sweating. Unfortunately they can’t turn off both phones in case of emergencies, but Derek sets it on vibrate; the pack would be insistent if it was important. He slips it back in his pocket, looking at Stiles for a moment before offering a small smile. “Shall we,” he asks, gesturing to the sidewalk. When Stiles glances at their cars hesitantly, Derek says, “We’ll come back for them.”

Stiles falls in step beside him, hands in his pockets. Stiles has grown a couple inches over the years, just enough to finally to claim height over Derek. He’s gained muscle to fit his height but it’s not overly done; training regularly with the pack has helped his clumsiness. Their shoulders brush with every other step, like every other time they go out but it means something this time.

Beacon Hills is surrounded by trees, and a good amount of those trees — no matter which direction the head — belong to the preserve. Derek leads them into smaller neighborhoods close to the inner city, aware that Stiles will know where they’re headed. Eventually the younger man hums in acknowledgment, then they’re crossing fenced walls into the tree line. There’s a track joggers use that’s closer to population and they find it easily enough by muscle memory alone (in truth, anyone in the pack can walk through the preserve with their eyes closed).

Derek’s starting to feel kind of sick and he wonders if IHOP should have been second. He steals a lot of peeks at Stiles, who’s pulse has stabilized to something normal; Stiles is collected and casual, now. How can he be so calm when Derek feels at wit’s end?

“What’s the matter?” Stiles asks, eyebrows creasing, catching Derek staring. “You look like something’s eating you, man.”

Derek shakes his head, pulse thundering in his ears and feeling sweat dampen his collar. “Nothing,” he lies, but then he quickly amends (because he’s here to tell the truth, to use his words and not hide behind a text, he’s practically thirty for God’s sake, he should know how to do this), “actually, I wanted a walk so I could talk to you.”

“About what?” he responds innocently enough, but Derek hears his heart stutter and begin to race.

“A lot of things,” Derek says vaguely to buy himself time, glancing around the trees nervously. Stiles hums with a lilting end, encouraging him to continue, but Derek opts to walk in silence for a few more minutes. Where to start? Knowing Stiles has feelings for him? His own? Or, oh God, his jealousy that was stupidly pointless?

Chicken shit, a voice that sounds oddly like Lydia says, and that finally has Derek stop in his steps. Stiles stops with him, expression still curious, cheeks pink from the cold and warm breaths making clouds in front of his lips. His mouth is slightly parted, pink, and weather-chapped. Derek watches his tongue quickly flick across them before realising he’s just standing there, staring at Stiles’s mouth. Derek focuses back on Stiles’s eyes that have widened and turned somewhat hopeful, and Jesus how long has Derek been completely overlooking that? He feels undone by it.

“I need to tell you something,” Derek repeats himself. He swallows with difficulty, ears ringing from blood rush, and decides to wing it. Whatever. Let it go, right? “You ruined me with your kiss.” His jaw snaps closed, confused why that came out instead. His chest doesn’t feel constricted any longer, though.

Stiles blinks at him once, then again, as if trying to compute, his lips a thin line. After a long moment, Stiles asks, voice breaking at the edges, “Is there a good definition of ruined, or are we here for you to tell me how I fucked up your life somehow?” Derek can tell he surprises Stiles when he laughs because he jumps and becomes slightly defensive. “What?”

Derek shakes his head, smiling wide. “You’re so obtuse sometimes. You never noticed?” At Stiles’s confusion, Derek says, “I love you. Oh my God, I fucking love you, Stiles; how you didn’t realise it these couple months is remarkable.” Their heartbeats are running so quick and hard it’s impossible to tell who’s he’s hearing. Stiles’s face is completely slack in shock. “I didn’t actually come to full terms with it until after the pack’s Thanksgiving. Lydia talked some sense into me, but I’ve been so jealous of Kai that I just…” Derek laughs out an elated breath. “I don’t even know. I can’t believe I was so stupid.

“You…” Stiles swallows thickly, eyes still wide. “You love me?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “Am I late to the party?”

Stiles shouts without words, spinning on his heel in a spastic move. “So fucking late! I loved you for years, man!” Stiles yells with a laugh, looking at Derek again. “For three years I’ve pined after you, and you’ve never noticed?”

The timespan of Stiles’s affection leaves Derek slightly dizzy. “Three… three years? I had no clue. You went straight into college and we saw each other during pack meetings once a month.”

“More than that, come on! I’d come by to do homework, bum in your library, and you’d eat dinner with me and dad. Occasional pack training and there was one time you and me went to the movies!” Stiles scuffs at the ground with his shoe, seeming suddenly bashful. “I crushed on you pretty hard before then,” he says quietly. “Probably since I was seventeen. Crushes don’t last this long, though.”

“Crushes die with the next flame,” Derek adds, and Stiles’s head whips up to stare at him hard.

“I love you,” he says firmly. “There will be no other flame if you have a say.”

The growl comes unbidden, Derek’s jealousy firing up at the thought. He takes a deep breath and sighs heavily through his nose. “I have a say,” he replies roughly. Stiles smiles brightly and Derek falls a little bit more in love.

“Good. Can I—” He hesitates, hand reaching out. “Can I kiss you? Without getting shoved away this time?”

Derek quickly grabs Stiles’s hand and pulls him in by it. “I won’t ever do that again,” he promises. “I’m sorry.”

Stiles mouth quirk. “It’s okay. I mean, I kind of threw your world with that one kiss.” His eyebrows rise. “I didn’t, like, make you question your sexuality, did I?”

Derek chuckles, and Stiles’s other hand comes up to cup his jaw, his thumb touching the corner of his lips. Derek watches Stiles’s lips again without worry because he can. “Nothing like that. It was more of a I’m passive-aggressively attracted to one of my friends, where do I go from here.”

“You’re passive-aggressive about everything,” Stiles whispers as he nears, and yeah he kind of is.

He leans down and meets him halfway, pushing their lips together and feeling everything Harlequin novels warned him about. The kiss feels right, and perfect, and electrifying, and there's butterflies in his stomach, and they fit together everywhere. Stiles has moved his free hand to cling on Derek’s shoulder while the other maneuvered their clasped hands to interlace their fingers, and Derek sighs against his lips. It’s everything their first kiss should have been.

It literally seems like forever when they separate, and they’re both still smiling happily stupid. Stiles’s eyes search his face, still making these breaths of laughter like he’s trying to hold in his giddiness, and he comes back to peck kisses on Derek’s mouth and cheeks. He tries to match each one, but then it starts feeling like a chase. The laughter begins to ebb away and Stiles’s arm slowly wraps around Derek’s neck to draw him in closer, and Derek uses his own arm to pull Stiles flush against him. It’s Stiles’s mouth that opens first, always is, with a shaky inhale that Derek takes advantage of and swipes his tongue across his lips. Stiles makes a very interesting sound and opens his mouth wider as Derek deepens the kiss. He tastes Stiles’s sweet breakfast and faint traces of toothpaste; he releases Stiles’s hand to hold his face because he doesn’t want to breathe air again.

The next time they part it’s with heavy pants and racing pulses, eyes dark as Derek carefully leads Stiles to the closest tree. “This okay?” Derek asks in a hoarse whisper, and Stiles nods, swallowing. One hand pauses at the zipper of Stiles’s coat, but Stiles leans back against the tree, head tilting, and unzips it himself. Just like that, Derek’s hands are on him again, leaning in to rub his face in Stiles’s neck. Scenting, and leaving his scent behind.

Stiles says, words shaky, “You, uh… You can do an-anything there, I’m pr-pretty good with anything.” Derek hums and immediately leaves open-mouthed kisses on his skin, encouraged to go rougher by Stiles’s soft moans and fingers on his shoulders. When he gently uses his teeth, though, Stiles whole-body spasms, hips bucking forward, and God how Derek wants to feel that tight up against him. Stiles quickly fights out of his coat and it drops carelessly on the ground, then he’s scrabbling to get his hands back on Derek, practically frisking his arms and chest.

Derek’s hands circle around Stiles’s hips, and he crouches just slightly to lift the younger man by his thighs, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, and he doesn’t disappoint. With his elbows hooked behind Derek’s shoulders and his hands in his hair, Stiles uses his leverage to bring Derek’s mouth back to his and kisses hard, teeth nipping his lips. His tongue follows, soothing the sting.

“Jesus, Derek,” Stiles breathes into his mouth. Derek smirks wryly; he should be saying that, right? His hands move to hold Stiles more comfortably by his ass, and Stiles seems to take that as permission to roll hips up against Derek’s.

“Stiles,” he hisses between his teeth. He grinds back, and oh. That sound. Stiles keens with trembling arms, and Derek pulls him in to meet his next thrust just to hear it again, and again, and again. The friction is dulled between their denim jeans, but the tease just eggs it on; he can feel the erection Stiles has from their kissing. Stiles moves and hooks his chin over Derek’s shoulder, limbs wrapped tight around him, and his breaths are heavy in Derek’s ear. He smells so good, and Derek can’t help but nibble his neck again, having the perfect access. He’ll leave a mark this time, so no one is confused if Stiles’s taken.

Stiles tilts his head to make it easier, moaning loudly. “I’ve thought of this…hnnnng… so many times.” He laughs lightly, hips never ceasing their movement. “I’m almost certain this is just a dream.”

Derek pulls his face away from his neck, inspecting the hickey. It’ll be two or three weeks until Derek needs to put another one. He replies to Stiles, sounding nearly as wrecked, “Not a dream, very” — he punctuates with a harder thrust — “very real, yeah?” The younger man shivers.

“Yeah. So good Derek,” he mutters, “I could come like this…” The thought of Stiles coming makes Derek moan. He holds him still as he grinds in tight circles. Stiles nods, chanting yesyesyespleaseGodyes as his fingers scale down Derek’s back. Derek can’t wait to feel it on his skin.

“Come on,” Derek says, speeding up and dragging Stiles’s hips against him. “I want you to, Stiles.” It gets quiet apart from their sounds of pleasure and the scrape of denim, until Stiles is holding on too him so tight, breath hitching, hips jerking despite Derek’s hands on him. Derek kisses his ear and neck, biting down again to help draw out Stiles’s release, and he comes with a high pitched whine of Derek’s name. When his buzz dies down, he whispers nonsensical encouragement, fingers running through Derek’s hair.

“I love you so much,” he says, and it’s the reminder that Derek has this to keep that surprises his orgasm from him.

*

*

[archive of 11/27/18]

From Scott at 1:12pm: serious amount of good vibes coming from you.

From Scott at 1:56pm: I’m about to hold an intervention

Group Message from Scott at 2:34pm: has anyone seen stiles?

To Scott at 4:46pm:  He’s with me and unable to come to the phone
right now. Can I take a message?

Group Message from Scott at 4:50pm:  No one go to dereks NO ONE unless you want to
be traumatized

From Kira at 5:15pm: but you told me you guys weren’t together!?!?!??? :/

To Kira at 5:17pm: Things change.

From Lydia at 6:33pm: So?

To Lydia at 6:35pm: Thanks.

[archive of 11/28/18]

From John Stilinski at 10:23am: come over and we can talk about whats appropriate
about what you leave on my son

From John Stilinski at 10:30am: now deputy

From John Stilinski at 10:39am: derek.

From Stiles at 10:40am: Better get over here man.

To Stiles at 10:41am: I’m afraid of your father. He’s MY BOSS.

From Stiles 10:42am: LOL I love you. Now come over. We’re having breakfast.

From John Stilinski at 10:42am:  I know youre awake stiles is too happy without coffee
being made yet

To Stiles at 10:44am: I love you too. Say nice things at my funeral.

To John Stilinski at 10:44am: Yes sir. On my way.

From Stiles at 10:45am: :)