Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

Nothing But A Note (Part Two)

Fun Fact about adult_disneyprincess: She posted the first part of this story on AO3, and got her ass handed to her because everyone (literally everyone) hated it. So, I made a second part which everyone immedatiely let me know that they hated it. Seriously, if you don't like a work just don't vote or give kudos don't leave me a five paragraph comment telling me that my story is terrible, what you would do differently, then insult my grammar skills. However, Kitten_Insanity asked for the other part so very nicely (So sorry I didn't relpy to your comment, I usually do), so I am adding it in here. Rant over, sorry it tooks so long.

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"It's not that I'm not happy you're home, Kiddo, I just think staying in your old room for three straight days isn't the best way to handle this situation." John tells his son.

Stiles is lying face down on his old bed in Beacon Hills where he has been for the last few days. He turns over to see his dad staring at him with a serious expression that is very different from the happy expression he gave Stiles only three days early upon returning home. "I'm not staying here forever. I just want answers from my former pack, and then I'll go back to Sawyer or somewhere else." Stiles says, and John sighs.

"Then go get answers. Scott still works part time at the clinic. Lydia and Jackson moved to London two years after you left, so you won't find them here. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac still live with Derek." John tells him, and Stiles groans and rolls over to bury his head into his pillow.

"I don't think I really thought this through." Stiles admits quietly, and John sits on the edge of his bed. John rubs his hand on his back before stopping to look at one of his son's tattoos.

"What the hell is this?" John asks, jabbing at one of Stiles' back tattoos and Stiles doesn't even have to turn around to see which one he is referring too.

"A Griffin." Stiles says, and John makes a huh noise.

"Those are real?" John questions, and Stiles scoffs.

"Yeah, it's how I got those scars right beside the tattoo." Stiles informs him, and John sighs loudly.

"I thought you ran a bookstore in Maine?" John asks, and Stiles shrugs.

"And helped a pack of werewolves with their supernatural shit." Stiles says, and John only sighs again louder this time.

"Have you and Derek talked about anything?" John questions. "Because it sounds like you aren't going to forgive him." John says, and Stiles sighs.

"I've been avoiding him since I got back. I drove here, and he flew so we didn't an awkward car ride back." Stiles admits, and John nods even though his son cannot see him. "I don't know if I can forgive him just yet, but at the same time I just want to move on with him." Stiles says, and John pushes him over so he can see his son's face. Stiles looks like he wants to cry, and John is prepared to hold him while he does.

"Do you still love Derek, son?" John questions, and Stiles looks at him blankly before answering.

"I don't like him very much." Stiles admits, and John nods. Stiles gets quiet because he really doesn't want to talk about his this with his dad, but he also knows he needs to because he owns his dad this much.

"Maybe you should let him explain things." John says, and Stiles scoffs at his father.

"Oh, like how he cheated on me. Wait, I guess it wasn't really technically cheating since we weren't even official together." Stiles says, his voice raising before he can stop it. John holds up his hand, and gives him the 'I am still your father' look.