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Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year.
And he really didn’t know how that had happened.
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SOOOOOOO SOOOOOO CUTE AHHHHH
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“Wait. No. It’s not like I don’t understand. I’m not really that bad.”
Derek lifted an eyebrow.
“I want to kick Harris in the fucking face with my über-knowledge, is what I want.”
“Harris?” Derek repeated.
Stiles nodded.
Derek put the pot down, turned the book and let his eyes skip over the page, then reached for the sheet of questions he had to answer for next class. “Never scored better than a C in Harris’ class,” Derek eventually offered. In words. Many words strung together. Almost like a sentence!
And then, before Stiles could do anything, the girl climbed into his lap, pushed the sleeve of her shirt over her hand and furiously cleaned Stiles’ ear, like she was trying to get rid of Isaac on him.
“Huh?”
“Emilia,” Derek said, taking a step forward, but she just growled. And then licked Stiles' ear. “Emilia!”
Derek snarled and Stiles squeaked, clamping his hand over the spot, while Isaac laughed and Cora shouted from the ice parlor.Emilia ignored them. “You too, Derek,” she said after leaning back.
“Derek told me you don’t love me,” Cora growled, banging his locker door shut, almost crushing his fingers.
Stiles yelped and jumped back, staring wide eyed at the girl. “Why,” she continued unperturbed, looming intimidatingly closer, “did Derek feel the need to let me gently know that you don’t love me?"
Stiles slapped his hand against his forehead and groaned into his palm. “Because he’s useless. Useless!” he cried, then stopped abruptly. “How gently are we talking? ”
Cora crossed her arms in front of her chest, raising both eyebrows. “White chocolate raspberry truffle ice cream and Stallone movies.”
“Oh my God. You really think he’s funny.”
Stiles shrugged.
“Oh my God,” she repeated, retreating backwards out of the restroom.
When he returned to the library, Derek was glaring at a woman, her body angled so far over the counter, she was almost falling over to the other side. Stiles hip-bumped her to the side, making her stumble, and put the container in front of Derek. “Hey Derek, how’s the wife doing?” he asked conversationally, looking for all the world like he really cared for the answer while ignoring Derek’s semi-confused stare.
“Fine,” he replied wryly after a pause. “Idiot fell asleep in the armchair last night and woke up whacked.”
That… was a jab at him. Right? Derek had just made him his wife, right?
“Why is he going with Aunt Cora to the dance? ” Emilia suddenly asked. “Isn’t that cheating?”
Stiles froze at the words. Really, someone should teach that girl that two people could be friends.“We would be happy to have you join our family,” Frederick said with a little twinkle.
“Yeah, well, my dad would pay good money to have you adopt me. Big fan of you.”
Frederick got a distant look for a few moments at the mentioning of Stiles’ dad, then he coughed embarrassed. “He’s a good man.”
That… was a verbal swoon. There had been a honest to God fucking swoon in the slightly higher than usual voice.
Oh god.
Oh god.
The man crush was mutual.
For a moment, Derek shuffled on his feet, before he just sat down on the armchair opposite Stiles.
Right. Stiles had said something about talking. Then again, the cookie had redeemed everything, really. That’s how easy he was.“Technically,” Mister Hale interrupted him, “he said: ‘that little shithead I tutor got an A- in Harris’ class’. Even showed us your test.” He chanced an apologetic look at the Sheriff. “And with little shithead he meant—”
His father just waved him off
Thanks, dad.
The two waitresses chose via rock, paper, scissor who had to clean up the mess. Derek muttered something under his breath about them being rude, if they didn’t want to clean it they should just let them do it.
Stiles stared at him, incredulous.