What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
Stiles' fingers ran gently over whichever parts of Derek's skin he could find, petting him gently as they spoke. "I guess the field of study firstly. Like, do I want to go into forensics because it's awesome and interesting, but I'm never gonna be like, chief forensics expert. Or I can go into like, supernatural studies - like, focusing on psychology and behaviour and instinct, so I could help look after all our new little wolves. Or criminal psychology, so I could still work for the police but- but maybe not. I know the smaller colleges nearby don't do forensics, so I mean, I guess that was never meant to be-" he shrugged. He wasn't too sad about it really.
He hummed as Derek explained things to him. He knew a lot, Stiles would never let a topic go until he was satisfied, but there was a difference between reading it in a book and hearing it from an actual expert. There was a chance one or several of their pups wouldn't be wolves, but Derek had had younger family members who weren't, too, and he'd know how to make sure they didn't feel left out.
Stiles smiled. "Whatever they want to call me. Well, our pups, I'd prefer daddy or papa or some variation, whichever you don't want, but the other packs kids, I don't mind."
He felt bad for moving away, as though he were accusing Derek of something, as though he were annoyed with him, which was far from the truth. Things were just so complicated regarding Scott, and it felt as though Stiles had no control over it.
"My dad didn't get so shitty about it," he huffed. "And he had every right to be- older alpha deflowering his only son. But Scott just straight up rejected the idea. He hasn't even tried to listen to me. I dunno if he thought I'd just stay with him forever and not have a mate or- I dunno. I don't want this to end our friendship. Cos we're both gonna be living around here forever and I want him to know our kids."
Stiles let out a little moan when Derek pulled out of him, biting down on his lip. He rolled over easily and cuddled up to Derek's chest. "It's fine, it's nothing, it's just my body going through changes. Just- just reacting to things. Cos it's natural, right? I'd be pregnant if I wasn't on contraception- and now I'm just like 'oh, no baby, nevermind-' cept I guess I do mind, but I'll get over it, it's fine. It's not a big deal." He didn't want to talk to tell Deaton. He didn't want to hear what Deaton would say. Maybe there was something wrong with him after all.