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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

“I doubt anyone is really prepared. It’s a very intimate thing,” Deaton said gently, hoping to reassure again. “Derek, if all of my patients cares about their omegas, or just their mates as much as you do I’d be a very happy man.” He knew many alphas who wouldn’t call in to ask about their mates well being. Many omegas would have to call on their own if they were worried. Some wouldn’t be able to convince their mates to come for appointments for anything as menial as their mental wellbeing. “I have no concerns about the two of you at all. Enjoy your weekend.”


“Dad! Jeez, come on!” Stiles whined as his caller ID flashed up on his screen. He was still in bed! But his dad wouldn’t take that as a good enough reason.

“Stiles,” John said gruffly, scanning what he could see of his son on the screen. “Show me.”

Stiles huffed again and turned his head to show his dad the bite. It was the first time he’d seen it, too. It was high enough on his neck that other people could see it, but it wasn’t trashy. A flush crept into his cheeks and a smile onto his lips as he admired it.

“Hmph,” John replied, though he too was pleased with its position. “I suppose it’s for the best. And neither of you looked like you were going to change your mind. Stiles?”

“Huh?” Stiles blinked, snapping out of his dreamy admiration of his mark. “No, we’re not changing our minds.”

“Okay, kid. Just make sure you keep taking your pill. You’re both over for dinner tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, Dad,” stiles rolled his eyes, smiling fondly.

“Okay. Love you. Love to Derek.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

Stiles settled down on the bed to admire the mark on his neck again, using the reverse camera on his phone, looking at it from various angles as Derek walked in with so much breakfast. Stiles eyes widened.

“I was going to say this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said of his bite. “But I’ve changed my mind. Mostly naked you and food wins by like a million miles.”