Fic: Derek and the Unnecessary Pining (10/14)
Title: Derek and the Unnecessary Pining
Series: Bizarre Love Polyhedron
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Humor, Angst
Setting: Post Season 3A
Pairings: Stiles/Derek, background Scott/Stiles, Scott/Isaac/Allison, Lydia/Aiden, Danny/Ethan, implied Scott&Stiles&Derek
Wordcount: 1190 (this chapter); ~18k total
Beta: percygranger
Stiles is unfairly attractive, Scott is terrifyingly earnest, and Cora is a brat. Derek just wants them to leave him alone so he can finish reading his book. Is that so much to ask?
Chapter 1: Back to Bacon Hills
Chapter 2: Pity Party
Chapter 3: Awkward
Chapter 4: Guardian
Chapter 5: It’s Not Stalking, Really
Chapter 6: Giving Advice
Chapter 7: Odd Behavior
Chapter 8: Unpurchased Swim Trunks
Chapter 9: Well, That Escalated Quickly
Chapter 10: Saturday
Derek woke up Saturday morning to a large weight landing on his chest. He glared up at Cora, who simply smirked down at him.
“Hot springs!” she cried. “I got up early for this, bitch, you’re buying me breakfast.”
Derek shoved her onto the floor and rose to a sitting position. “Are you packed yet?”
Cora kicked her feet up to prod at Derek’s ribs, sprawled out against the floor with her arms crossed under her head. “I packed half an hour ago, while your lazy ass was still in bed.”
Derek stretched and swung his legs over the side of the bed, gingerly stretching his toes out to the bare floor. “Go wait in the car. I can’t deal with you before breakfast.”
“Not my fault you only bought three things last time you did a grocery run.”
Derek turned to glare at her.
Cora ignored him, rolling to her feet and flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “We’re carpooling with the wonder twins still, right?”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “You’re calling Ethan and Aiden the wonder twins now?”
She pulled a face. “Ugh, no, not the actual twins. I’m talking about your shiny new true-born alpha and his lover-boy.”
“We’re driving with Stiles?”
Cora laughed at whatever horrified expression Derek was pulling. “Oh my God, you need to get laid.” She rolled her eyes. “Scott texted me last night. Turns out Allison has to do some family brunch thing, so she and Isaac are leaving in the afternoon.”
“What about Peter?” Derek grumbled, prodding at the cool cement with his big toe.
“You really want to ride with him?”
“No, I meant, he could take Scott and Stiles.”
Cora snorted. “He and Stiles would murder each other in the first five minutes.”
“And this is a bad thing because…?” Derek prompted.
“I’m going to the car,” Cora announced, turning to the door in abrupt dismissal. “We’re stopping somewhere that has pancakes.”
Derek groaned and collapsed back on the bed.
***
Cora insisted on inviting Scott and Stiles to breakfast. “You’re paying,” she said. “We may as well extend your generosity.” Derek had given her a dirty look, but made the turn off to Stiles’ house anyway.
Cora gave him a wide-eyed look when he stopped the car in front of the house and turned off the engine. “What? I’m not moving until we’re at the IHOP. You go get them.”
Derek groaned and slammed the door shut.
Stiles and Scott were still up in Stiles’ bedroom. Derek could hear their voices filtering out through the perpetual crack in Stiles’ window.
“Does he know?” Scott said.
“Know what?” Stiles asked.
Derek could practically hear the eye roll. “That you’re in an open relationship.”
“Oh. I doubt it.”
“Well,” Scott said, “maybe that’s why he hasn’t made a move yet.”
“Yeah, or maybe he’s just disgusted by me.”
“What?”
“Just because somebody is attracted to a person, doesn’t mean… you know.”
“Stiles,” Scott said, exasperation leaking into his voice, “are you having another one of your freak-outs?”
“No!” Stiles said. “I just.” There was a pause, and Derek heard him swallow. His heart started beating faster. “I think I like him. Really like him.”
“You like him? Like, Lydia like?” Scott asked, sounding solemn.
“I don’t know, maybe. At least Lydia wasn’t repulsed by me.”
Derek decided he’d be better off pretending he’d never heard this conversation in the first place. He made his steps deliberately loud and stomped over to the front door to lean on the doorbell.
Stiles’ squeak was audible from upstairs, but Scott’s heart beat remained steady as his footsteps started thudding down the stairs. Derek narrowed his eyes. Apparently Scott wasn’t quite as oblivious to Derek’s presence as he pretended to be. Which meant that he had intentionally started the conversation when Derek came in hearing range.
Before he could puzzle over Scott’s motivations further, the door swung open. Scott was beaming. “Hey Derek!”
Derek just blinked back at him.
Stiles stood behind Scott a ways. “Uh, hi,” he said. “So. Derek. What are you doing at my house?”
Scott turned. “He’s giving us a ride to the hot springs, since Allison can’t leave until later.”
Stiles blanched, his heart beat stuttering. “What?”
“We’re getting breakfast at IHOP first,” Derek grunted. “Cora wanted to invite you both.”
Scott said, “Oh, awesome!” at the same time that Stiles held up his hands in a gesture of dismissal and said, “No, that’s not-”
“You have your stuff?” Derek jerked his head towards the car, parked in front of the mailbox. “Cora’s waiting.”
Scott grinned. “We can always swing back by after breakfast, right Derek?” Stiles, meanwhile, was shuffling nervously from one foot to the other.
“Sure,” Derek said, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Stiles.
“Let’s go,” Scott said, and pushed his way past Derek towards the car. Derek’s eyes snapped up to meet Stiles’ without his permission. Stiles flushed red and looked down at the floor.
Derek turned and walked back to the car. Either Stiles would follow, or he wouldn’t.
***
Breakfast was quiet. Stiles wasn’t filling the silence with his usual meaningless chatter, so Scott and Cora picked up the slack, bickering about which action movies to bring to the cabin. Derek managed to tune most of it out, only noticing the occasional “John McClane would kick Rocky’s ass!” followed by Scott’s flailing hand gestures explaining why Cora was so very, very wrong.
Derek snagged the bill from the table as soon as the waitress dropped it off, and Stiles squeaked in protest. Derek just raised an eyebrow, and Stiles sank lower in his seat.
The ride back to Stiles’ house was quiet, and this time, Derek waited in the car while Cora went inside to help Stiles and Scott with their luggage.
***
“Red Sox or Yankees?” Scott asked.
Derek resisted the urge to thump his head against the steering wheel. This had been going on for over an hour now, and they still weren’t even halfway to the cabin, according to the GPS route. Scott and Cora kept throwing out stupid “would you rather” questions, Stiles sulked in the back seat while pretending not to sulk, and Derek stared mindlessly at the road ahead.
“Yankees,” Cora replied. Scott pulled a face in the rearview mirror.
“You’re both wrong,” Stiles corrected, the first time he’d spoken since the “batman or superman?” question half an hour ago. “When it comes to baseball, the answer is always Mets.”
Cora twisted in her seat so she could look back at Stiles. “He speaks!” she exclaimed, faking a gasp. Derek growled in warning, and Cora eyed him sidelong. “What?” she asked.
“Don’t,” Derek said.
He couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Stiles in the rearview, though. He looked exhausted, forehead pressed to the window as he stared out at the passing landscape.
As Derek watched, Scott shot a worried look over at Stiles. He slipped his fingers in between Stiles’, and when Stiles squeezed in response, something twisted in Derek’s gut.
Derek moved his eyes back to the road.
“Chocolate or peanut butter?” Cora asked.
Chapter 11: Not a Cabin
Series: Bizarre Love Polyhedron
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Humor, Angst
Setting: Post Season 3A
Pairings: Stiles/Derek, background Scott/Stiles, Scott/Isaac/Allison, Lydia/Aiden, Danny/Ethan, implied Scott&Stiles&Derek
Wordcount: 1190 (this chapter); ~18k total
Beta: percygranger
Stiles is unfairly attractive, Scott is terrifyingly earnest, and Cora is a brat. Derek just wants them to leave him alone so he can finish reading his book. Is that so much to ask?
Chapter 1: Back to Bacon Hills
Chapter 2: Pity Party
Chapter 3: Awkward
Chapter 4: Guardian
Chapter 5: It’s Not Stalking, Really
Chapter 6: Giving Advice
Chapter 7: Odd Behavior
Chapter 8: Unpurchased Swim Trunks
Chapter 9: Well, That Escalated Quickly
Chapter 10: Saturday
Derek woke up Saturday morning to a large weight landing on his chest. He glared up at Cora, who simply smirked down at him.
“Hot springs!” she cried. “I got up early for this, bitch, you’re buying me breakfast.”
Derek shoved her onto the floor and rose to a sitting position. “Are you packed yet?”
Cora kicked her feet up to prod at Derek’s ribs, sprawled out against the floor with her arms crossed under her head. “I packed half an hour ago, while your lazy ass was still in bed.”
Derek stretched and swung his legs over the side of the bed, gingerly stretching his toes out to the bare floor. “Go wait in the car. I can’t deal with you before breakfast.”
“Not my fault you only bought three things last time you did a grocery run.”
Derek turned to glare at her.
Cora ignored him, rolling to her feet and flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “We’re carpooling with the wonder twins still, right?”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “You’re calling Ethan and Aiden the wonder twins now?”
She pulled a face. “Ugh, no, not the actual twins. I’m talking about your shiny new true-born alpha and his lover-boy.”
“We’re driving with Stiles?”
Cora laughed at whatever horrified expression Derek was pulling. “Oh my God, you need to get laid.” She rolled her eyes. “Scott texted me last night. Turns out Allison has to do some family brunch thing, so she and Isaac are leaving in the afternoon.”
“What about Peter?” Derek grumbled, prodding at the cool cement with his big toe.
“You really want to ride with him?”
“No, I meant, he could take Scott and Stiles.”
Cora snorted. “He and Stiles would murder each other in the first five minutes.”
“And this is a bad thing because…?” Derek prompted.
“I’m going to the car,” Cora announced, turning to the door in abrupt dismissal. “We’re stopping somewhere that has pancakes.”
Derek groaned and collapsed back on the bed.
***
Cora insisted on inviting Scott and Stiles to breakfast. “You’re paying,” she said. “We may as well extend your generosity.” Derek had given her a dirty look, but made the turn off to Stiles’ house anyway.
Cora gave him a wide-eyed look when he stopped the car in front of the house and turned off the engine. “What? I’m not moving until we’re at the IHOP. You go get them.”
Derek groaned and slammed the door shut.
Stiles and Scott were still up in Stiles’ bedroom. Derek could hear their voices filtering out through the perpetual crack in Stiles’ window.
“Does he know?” Scott said.
“Know what?” Stiles asked.
Derek could practically hear the eye roll. “That you’re in an open relationship.”
“Oh. I doubt it.”
“Well,” Scott said, “maybe that’s why he hasn’t made a move yet.”
“Yeah, or maybe he’s just disgusted by me.”
“What?”
“Just because somebody is attracted to a person, doesn’t mean… you know.”
“Stiles,” Scott said, exasperation leaking into his voice, “are you having another one of your freak-outs?”
“No!” Stiles said. “I just.” There was a pause, and Derek heard him swallow. His heart started beating faster. “I think I like him. Really like him.”
“You like him? Like, Lydia like?” Scott asked, sounding solemn.
“I don’t know, maybe. At least Lydia wasn’t repulsed by me.”
Derek decided he’d be better off pretending he’d never heard this conversation in the first place. He made his steps deliberately loud and stomped over to the front door to lean on the doorbell.
Stiles’ squeak was audible from upstairs, but Scott’s heart beat remained steady as his footsteps started thudding down the stairs. Derek narrowed his eyes. Apparently Scott wasn’t quite as oblivious to Derek’s presence as he pretended to be. Which meant that he had intentionally started the conversation when Derek came in hearing range.
Before he could puzzle over Scott’s motivations further, the door swung open. Scott was beaming. “Hey Derek!”
Derek just blinked back at him.
Stiles stood behind Scott a ways. “Uh, hi,” he said. “So. Derek. What are you doing at my house?”
Scott turned. “He’s giving us a ride to the hot springs, since Allison can’t leave until later.”
Stiles blanched, his heart beat stuttering. “What?”
“We’re getting breakfast at IHOP first,” Derek grunted. “Cora wanted to invite you both.”
Scott said, “Oh, awesome!” at the same time that Stiles held up his hands in a gesture of dismissal and said, “No, that’s not-”
“You have your stuff?” Derek jerked his head towards the car, parked in front of the mailbox. “Cora’s waiting.”
Scott grinned. “We can always swing back by after breakfast, right Derek?” Stiles, meanwhile, was shuffling nervously from one foot to the other.
“Sure,” Derek said, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Stiles.
“Let’s go,” Scott said, and pushed his way past Derek towards the car. Derek’s eyes snapped up to meet Stiles’ without his permission. Stiles flushed red and looked down at the floor.
Derek turned and walked back to the car. Either Stiles would follow, or he wouldn’t.
***
Breakfast was quiet. Stiles wasn’t filling the silence with his usual meaningless chatter, so Scott and Cora picked up the slack, bickering about which action movies to bring to the cabin. Derek managed to tune most of it out, only noticing the occasional “John McClane would kick Rocky’s ass!” followed by Scott’s flailing hand gestures explaining why Cora was so very, very wrong.
Derek snagged the bill from the table as soon as the waitress dropped it off, and Stiles squeaked in protest. Derek just raised an eyebrow, and Stiles sank lower in his seat.
The ride back to Stiles’ house was quiet, and this time, Derek waited in the car while Cora went inside to help Stiles and Scott with their luggage.
***
“Red Sox or Yankees?” Scott asked.
Derek resisted the urge to thump his head against the steering wheel. This had been going on for over an hour now, and they still weren’t even halfway to the cabin, according to the GPS route. Scott and Cora kept throwing out stupid “would you rather” questions, Stiles sulked in the back seat while pretending not to sulk, and Derek stared mindlessly at the road ahead.
“Yankees,” Cora replied. Scott pulled a face in the rearview mirror.
“You’re both wrong,” Stiles corrected, the first time he’d spoken since the “batman or superman?” question half an hour ago. “When it comes to baseball, the answer is always Mets.”
Cora twisted in her seat so she could look back at Stiles. “He speaks!” she exclaimed, faking a gasp. Derek growled in warning, and Cora eyed him sidelong. “What?” she asked.
“Don’t,” Derek said.
He couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Stiles in the rearview, though. He looked exhausted, forehead pressed to the window as he stared out at the passing landscape.
As Derek watched, Scott shot a worried look over at Stiles. He slipped his fingers in between Stiles’, and when Stiles squeezed in response, something twisted in Derek’s gut.
Derek moved his eyes back to the road.
“Chocolate or peanut butter?” Cora asked.
Chapter 11: Not a Cabin