Oh baby, oh baby Who: The Werewolf Formerly Known as Alpha and the boy who runs with wolves What: Stiles and Derek find their items from home~ Where: Residental District When: backdated three weeks after their arrival which I am too lazy to look up. Rating: PG-13, tops. There's no hardcore gay sex going on. OR WILL THERE. Probably not.
It was a few weeks after their arrival and Stiles and Derek were adjusting, sort of. They spent most of their time together, either out on the town (read: grocery shopping) or cozying up (read: sitting in different pieces of furniture ) in either of their apartments. They still argued, of course. It was how they communicated, really. Sarcasm was a second language for Stiles. Allison had French, Scott had Spanish, and Stiles had Sarcasm. It was just how the world worked. Stiles had even gotten Derek to sit down and watch a few of his favorite movies-- which seemed like a sign of the end of the world, lbr. But Derek seemed to enjoy them, so it wasn't a complete mess.
Stiles had gone to get a few things from the grocery store, having an overwhelming hankering to have snickerdoodle cookies, his mom's favorite. There were just random times where he remembered a few of her favorite things, and had to have them. Snickerdoodles, sitting out on the porch as it rained, watching the world go gray, wash away, then come away brighter and smelling clean. And since it was winter, Stiles figured it was too cold to sit on someone's porch and watch the snow. At least until he got a thermos or something, and made himself a big batch of hot chocolate. Grocery bag in hand, Stiles strode down the street, keeping his eyes down, not wanting to slip on an unseen patch of ice. But as he turned the corner, starting for their apartment building, Stiles stopped, seeing a hauntingly familiar flash of blue. His eyes widened and he nearly dropped the bag as he strode over, hands moving to stroke over the familiar hood, over the spot where Peter the asshole alpha had torn it open and ripped the battery out.
"Holy shit," Stiles said in a rush. He scrambled to dig his phone out of his pocket, taking a picture of the Jeep parked...in front of their building. He attached it to a text to Derek before he tapped out: