[Teen Wolf] Victory in defeat
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: SAFE
Parole: 909
Iniziative: Maritombola 8 with prompt 81 (Grown men acting like teens) and Cowt-8 Week 4 promt “Victory in defeat”.
Note: Thanks to chibi, pica e black for their support, love you gals <3
Stiles loved his students: sure, sometimes they were a noisy devious pack of little rascals, which was worrying for a bunch of five graders, but they were his little rascals and he would try to support them in every way possible. However, their parents were a whole different story. The one he hated the most wasn’t Miss Avenport, a true soccer mom with a stuck-up attitude and a permanent grimace on her face, nor Mister White with his ridiculous moustache and the condescending way he explained things to him. No, it was him. Derek Hale.
From the first time he met him while he was picking up Michael Hale (good grades in math, very creative drawings), he hated him with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. How could he not, with the casual way he walked in the classroom, his bright eyes which color he could not identify, his stupid shining smil-
Stiles was man enough to admit to himself that Derek Hale was a very beautiful example of human male. However, his professionalism (he was a parent, for God’s sake), his fervent belief in ignoring a problem until it went away and a very long experience in denial brought him to not think about him, choosing instead to sublimate his attraction in hostility and snark. A course of action which would go so much better if he didn’t present to Family Competition Day with a black leather jacket.
“Mister S! Hi! How are you doing?”
Stiles smiled kindly toward his student, trying to ignore his stupid sexy dad.
“Hi Michael, how are you doing? Excited for the matches?”
The kid nodded, beaming happiness all around him, looking so adorable that Stiles couldn’t help but laugh and mess with his hair.
“What about you, Mister Stilinski?”
Stiles’ smile turned into a scowl, while turning to Derek’s smug grin.
“Looking forward to see you…”
He didn’t complete the sentence as he wanted, giving a rapid glance to the happy kid holding the jerk’s hand.
“…Let’s say I hope will win the best.”
Derek started laughing softly.
“Don’t worry,” he said flashing his smile “he will.”
Stiles felt his eye trying to tremble, while he felt his hate growing on the inside. Such smugness really was the last drop! He let his passion cloud his mind and guide him to Scott. He was with Jo, his daughter, preparing for the five grade’s three-legged race.
“Scott, Scott, Scottie, I need to be in this game.”
“W-what, why?”
“I’m Jo’s uncle, I can’t be in a match with her in Family Competition Day?”
Scott looked him with suspicious eyes.
“That’s not the true reason. Why?”
“Scott, seriously, I love you, but I need to go in there and win, so, please, move aside.”
Scott sighed, like he was a Mature Grown Up (how dare him looking that way?), and then he complied.
Stiles turned to Jo, who seemed a little confused.
“So kiddo, are you ready to win?”
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Stiles couldn’t help grinning hear to hear, carrying a very happy Jo on his shoulder to Scott. They won! And Derek lost! Ah! He knew he could make him bite the dust! …sure, he was still looking smug as hell, but he lost, and that was enough.
“Hey Scottie, did you enjoy seeing our crushing victory?”
“More like watching Hale letting you win, but, sure, it was fun.”
Stiles’ eyes widened, letting his mouth hanging open before starting to protest:
“What?! No, it couldn’t be!”
Scott laughed, taking his daughter back.
“Trust me dude, it’s true.”
“But… why?!?”
Scott shrugged.
“I don’t know, you could try asking him. I think he left Michael with his mom because he wanted to take a walk that way.”
Stiles started following his friend’s direction without even saying goodbye, letting once again his feelings move his actions. When he saw him, wandering near the trees, he started to walk with a furious look.
“Why did you do that?”
Derek frowned slightly.
“I don’t know what are you talking about.”
“Don’t act dumb, Scott told me you lost on purpose! So, why?! And stop smiling that way for God’s sake, it’s infuriat-”
He was suddenly interrupted by Derek kissing him. A warm feeling started to spring in his chest, while he started kissing back with passion, loosing himself in the sweet sensation of his arms around him.
When his rationality came back, he stopped the kiss, Derek blushing a little.
“Sorry Stiles, I couldn’t help myself.”
The teacher sighed.
“Derek, I like you but… We can’t do this, you’re Michael’s dad!”
The other frowned.
“I’m… not Michael’s dad, I’m his uncle.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, my sister Laura started working late and I volunteered to bring the kid home.”
Stiles was overfilled with relief and started kissing him again, but then he stopped to punch him on the arm.
“You jerk! I lost so much time thinking that I couldn’t ask you out, why didn’t you say something before?”
Derek raised his eyebrow.
“You want to stop kissing to talk about that?”
“Wait, no, who said that, came back here.”
Derek laughed, while they started to kiss again.
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“So…you did it because you thought that winning the competition would make me happy and like you?”
“Yeah, that was it.”
“Wow, it seems a high school thing, lose on purpose to conquer someone.”
Derek chuckled, turning in the bed to look Stiles.
“Well, this victory is worth more of that defeat.”