studmuffin | → there's just a few things I think that you should know

[And a smile.]

[ Sinking into the couch, his hands over his already burning face. ]

You're so different.

A lot of things changed, after Peter bit you.

I can't even imagine a world where we don't end up in our own personal hell.

I found you, and I trained you.

[He leans a little, he really wants to pull Stiles into his lap]

You helped me choose my betas.

Huh.

[ He can't imagine Derek letting him in like that, can't imagine helping. ] I guess I must've got the whole werewolf thing then, right? Like, did I fight back?

I think you wanted to.

But you knew better.

Wolf hypnotism?

[He looks confused for a minute]

What?

[Stiles.]

You didn't like me at first. You wanted to do it on you own. But after your first full moon, you realized you couldn't.

Oh.

[ He wonders what it might have been like if it had been him and not Scott - would he have been more inclined to letting Derek help?

Something hits then. ] What's my anchor?

[Derek smiles. It's Stiles' mom.]

You know what it is.

[ He looks down for a second, because yeah, he can guess. ]

So, the pack's happy? I mean your pack? They're good?

Except for Jackson, but he's never happy.

Biting him was a mistake.

Please tell me I didn't tell you to bite Jackson. Other me's different, sure, but that's way out there.

No, you told me it would be a bad idea.

[He snuffs a bit.]

But you like bossing him around.

I get to boss him around?

You're my second in command.

Plus you're better at this than he is.

Yes.

[ Fistpump. ]

[He moves, then, but catches himself before he pulls Stiles closer, and moves just a little ways away]

You seem to like it.

Well, being better than Jackson at something sounds awesome. [ Sing song-y voice because it makes him unnaturally happy. ]

[He suppresses a grin at that]

You're better than Jackson at a lot of things.

That's totally not something I thought I'd ever hear.

Well, you're hearing it now.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

[He moves back again]

We should get your bed up.

[Sleep in my bed, sleep with me.]

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