s u n f l o w e r {a s t e r e k f a n f i c}

part 2

cora was fast asleep as i lay in bed, thinking about the beautiful, brittle flower. his brown soft eyes, his cute lil outfit. his smile, his everything!

' i have to go see him,' i thought.

' he doesn't love you that way,' i heard the voices in my head.

'no shut it!'

' no one loves you derek, not even cora,' i felt the voices getting louder.

' cora does and i bet stiles does.'

' you sure?'

'stop--'

' he will hate you,'

'stop,'

'you'll break his heart,'

"JUST FUCKING STOP!" i got up, clenching my head, tears mixed with sweat all over my face.

without hesitation, i took my phone, slip on my grey shirt and ran to the garden.

i reached the place as it was quiet. the only brightness i see was the moon and stars and soon enough i heard singing the same song i heard before.

you watch as he walks through the fields, 

crushing pretty daisies under his feet,

he picks you a big one,

it withers in the sun, 

you notice the flower is you.....

it was rather soft and soothing to hear and to be honest, my wolf was happy to hear it too. i walked further inside the garden and found a black tent with lights in it. stiles.

i stood by the tent just looking at him strumming his brown decorated guitar while singing, facing away from the entrance of the tent. he was wearing a red hoodie and a big shirt which dropped until his knees and a pair of black socks. he looked---beautiful.

mate! mate! mate!...... claim mate!!! 

my wolf was howling inside and i smiled to myself.

"flower," i whispered as i hid away when he turned to face the entrance.

i giggled softly as i walked to his tent again.

"stiles," i sang as i ran, hiding at the back of a tree.

"derek?" i heard him say. i could hear his heartbeat beating rapidly as i heard shuffling.

"derek is that you?"

i saw him coming out of the tent. he started walking away from the tent to the garden. i decided that i sat in his tent and started playing his guitar.

stiles' pov-

as i walked back, i heard my guitar being played.

'is someone in there?' i tried to use my foxy senses but no avail.

i went closer as i saw a figure inside.

"derek?" the figure stopped and stared, tilting his head a little. i picked up a stick and remember running towards my tent with all the foxy powers that i had in me, swaying the stick around.

i opened my eyes to see derek, in a shock expression.

"stiles!!" 

"derek!! you came back!!" i ran as i jumped on him, said werewolf swinging us around.

"well flower, i had to see you," i smiled as he purr against me and bit my jaw.

derek's pov-

"flower, i really love your outfit,"

"you do?" his freckles was dusted with a cute little blush. i nod my head as i set him down slowly.

"well i really love your floof," he pecked my nose.

"floof?" i raised my eyebrows.

"yes, your floof on your head,"

"my hair?" i smile as he nodded.

"well i call it floof," he sat down with a mini 'oof'.

i checked my watch, 3:31 am

"are you sleepy flower?" he nodded, yawning and rubbing his tired eyes.

he got up and walked to his clothes.

"i wanna change, turn around,"

i turned around as i heard rumbling and shuffling from the back. i was about to turn when i heard him.

"don't you dare turn, you black floof!" 

i laughed as i playfully smacked his ass earning a shriek 

"it's not f-funny," he plopped down and folded his arms as he glared at me.

"you look cute when you're mad," he blushed.

"no you're cuter!!" he jumped on me as we rolled around, kissing and laughing.

stiles's pov-

despite derek was the biggest sourwolf, he has the ability to make anyone around him happy. we were laughing around as he got closer to me, our nose centimeters apart. silence filled the empty garden. his glistering grey eyes looking straight into mine. he slowly leaned in and we collided our lips, the feeling off electricity flowing through the both of us. everything---- was perfect.    :)

"you taste like peppermint," i giggled as he chuckled.

so i was rambling about a random stuff when i felt something heavy on my lap. derek fell asleep. his features, soft and his lips parted a little. i laid his down carefully as i scooted closer to him, purring against him, making him wrap his muscular arms around me.

"good night sourwolf,"

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