Changing Patterns

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    Derek nods in contemplation as he looks down at his hands. "One condition." He requests despite knowing he'd be completely up for it without reason. Stiles nods. "Why do you stay?" He asks.

    "What?.."

    "Here. Why do you stay when you clearly don't want to be here?" Derek meets the younger's eyes.

    "I want to be here." Stiles snaps and shifts in place, know sitting on his heels and knees with a raised voice.

    "Do you really. You say trapped like it's a bad thing, from what I've gathered you Do most of the laundry, you Did most of the cooking- hell you still do most of it, and you hardly eat, the others say you don't normally stick around for the movies. Do you really wanna be somewhere you've been treated like a slave?" With Derek's words came heat, pity, something kin to hate.

    Stiles only stared back, thinking over everything in the past. His work for the pack, what he's been thrown through because of being involved with the pack. Being trapped- hell he was trapped before that damn witch cause stiles couldn't find his heart to leave. Despite the anger, the bruises, the work, the studying supernatural, despite being forgotten, pushed aside, held by aggression, and losing his place among importance and the pack. Stiles stayed. He stayed because Scott is his brother, because Lydia has always been there and being without her is devastating, because Allison is the closest to a sister he'll ever have, Isaac is family and has lost so much stiles can't bare to rip himself from the boy, because Stiles be losing his family if he left.

    Despite Allison losing Intrest in talking to him about things, despite the decrease in supernatural danger that needs researching, despite Scott not realizing Stiles's Anorexia acting up, or Lydia forgetting him in school and in the house or forgetting they were hanging out. Despite everything, from Jackson not doing anything besides fucking with him, Ethan and Aiden not caring about his existence, Erica doesn't call him Batman anymore, Boyd is the same as always, Cora leaves her and Allison's clothing down by the washer whenever she knows stiles is doing his own, Isaac only ever offers to help after dinner and nods his head with stiles; the only memorable gesture from the pack.

    Derek, hell the man is only know realizing change, he was the same to stiles, cook, clean, disappear, make sure everyone is okay in bed, a long insomniac night and repeat. Stiles blinks and looks down at his lap, hands shaking as they claw into his thighs so they can ball into fists. Wet tears pooling over his eyes and blurring his vision before he can swipe away the loose falling traitors. Stiles looks up to meet Derek's stern eyes once again as he rubs the wet tears on his pants halfheartedly.

    "Because.." he voice breaks. "Without- them, Wha.. what am I. Their my pack, my f-family. If I leave what do I have, Derek." Stiles inhales sharply and looks away, glaring at his wall and shaking out breaths that feel like they're filled with glass.

    "That includes me, and I know it." Derek whispers back. "Without us, stiles, you'd be living your best life in my opinion."

    Stiles snapped his head back at Derek to laugh as his tears slowly drown away. "As if."

    "As if... you wouldn't be at some high up school learning about Federal Investigation. Or in New York or some other large city detective school to end up being top of your class and the best damn detective anyone's ever seen. As if you wouldn't have someone to love and who love you, as if you wouldn't be winning the lottery to life." Stiles blinked at Derek and sighed a shaky breath.

    Derek's pinched brow and clenched jaw relaxes as stiles bows his head with a growing grin. A small breathy laugh shattering the silence as the human breaths and calms his nerves.

    "It's uhh... an internship..." he mutters softly, then finding Derek's eyes. "I'd have to do an internship with the FBI, technically I would be a student.." Derek smiled softly and blew away the younger's smirk, know wide eyes and happy.

    "Fine. Internship." Derek stated before pushing to stand up. "How about... yes." The werewolf leaned forward and pressed a knee into the bed, inching closer to stiles who watches his movements intently. "You can kiss me, whenever, till this spell is broken, same goes for me." Derek leans close enough to let his breath fan over the humans face.

    Stiles grins and let's his eyes fade dangerously. "Like know?" He asks leaning closer. Derek raised a l hand to Stiles's neck, trailing his fingers over it delicately, before turning dangerous as his claws climb out and traces over Stiles's pale skin. Derek leans in and passes the humans face to dip his lips to the humans neck; kissing lightly and moving his hand down over Stiles's chest. The younger mewls lightly at the sound, rolling his head away to offer room for the werewolf. Derek let's a low animalistic growl roll off his tongue before leaning back and pulling his hand away. Then turning and leaving the room completely with a whisper.

    "Like whenever, stiles." Derek pulls the door closed behind himself as stiles falls back into his bed with a wide cheek splitting grin across his face.

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AN: long one sorry