Pairings: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
SUMMARY:
"Creeper Ex!!" "Creeper Ex!!"
Derek blinked at the completely random statement;
"Creeper Ex!! Headed this way... Oh God! Stiles, think, think! What do I do!!?"
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'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'
///Memories///
POVs
""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""
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Warning: Alternative POVs
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Peter opened the door when the first knock came; Derek was still upstairs sleeping next to Stiles, the plants had finally stopped vibrating at the oddest moments, Stiles had three nightmares and always at times when Derek shifted away from him, they were so entwined, you couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.
He was greeted by a woman with jet black hair, unique black eyes, and pale skin. She was dressed casually in an off shoulder pink sweater and ripped jean shorts, and calf-high suede boots. She carried a small messenger bag slid across her torso, but what struck Peter the most was her exasperated expression as she faced a woman dressed in a tight black dress that seriously left nothing to the imagination, six inch high heels, crouched in front of a plant and cooing at it. And worse she was whispering sweet nothings to it.
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"For the love of God Caitlyn, it's a plant, you don't have to drool over it!" she sighed exasperated.
Peter's lips twitched but he refrained from actually laughing, mostly because Caitlyn pouted at her.
"No Emily, this is a baby. But it's being charmed to grow by Stiles' magic. I've missed this", she whispered gently patting the palm.
"So coaxing plants to grow is not actually Stiles' actual thing?" Peter asked, and his rewarded with Emily squeaking in shock, and turning to face him startled like a cat dropped into a bathtub, she promptly started stuttering;
