WITH ILLUSTRATIONS ON THE AO3 VER, FIND LINK ON MY PROFILE. 5/22

Derek has no illusions to how much of a dick he is, but more than anything Derek doesn't like unpaid favors, especially those of the life-saving variety, and he is adamant in rectifying said problem. Not that Stiles would think of it that way, which is precisely why he's hoping he could get the repaying part done with Stiles being none the wiser.

Well, he could hope.

So it is when Derek ends up in Stiles' room, that he accidentally comes across... Well. This.

Stiles was not meant to be home for another hour so Derek was relatively relaxed sneaking in through the window. Cash in hand and... Surprisingly, Stiles' heart beat was there as well. Even more surprising, and was what lead to Derek totally ignoring the quickened heart beat, was a pair of white lace panties barely held together by salmon pink ribbons on the sides.

He isn't sure what such a flimsy piece of cloth is supposed to achieve. He's quite certain he's never seen anything quite so revealing or lacy... And Derek grew up with two sisters along with an overwhelming amount of cousins. Which includes Laura, so that's saying something.

Derek could feel his brows rise up - both brows this time; and holding up the tiny panties (panties!) between his thumbs and forefingers in morbid fascination, as Stiles came bursting through the door in a panic.

"Oh god, oh god. Where the fuck is it?"

Derek, still too rooted to the spot in mortification to react to the fact that Stiles had actually managed to sneak up on him, to actually respond in a proper surprised fashion. When Stiles finally took in the sight of the werewolf lightly tugging on the scrap of lace between two fingers, testing the elasticity, panic quickly turned into panic attack.

Seeing his horrified expression, Derek felt his brain kick into gear. Honestly if he hadn't been able to scent the lack of female he would have accused Stiles of going way to far with his Lydia crush. As it is however, before he was able to reprehend (and maybe laugh at) Stiles about lingerie boutique thefts, apparently the horror had finally caught up and managed to break the teen's already malfunctioning filter.

"Okay, first of all, those aren't meant for women, those are men's lingerie."

"Huh?"

So the awkward element to Stiles is in truth slightly amusing to Derek, even if he doesn't ever admit it.

"So what if it looks a little bit unconventional... Fine. A lot unconventional." And it kind of makes him want to laugh at the spastic teen.

"But it is totally a legit thing. Legal. Completely legal and consensual, also completely unfair prices but still. ." And they really don't get along at all. But the usual flailing and twitching awkwardness, has absolutely nothing on the mortified downtrodden look he has now.

"It's completely normal, sort of. Anyone buys them. Well, anyone can buy them." Which is why Derek feels a bit sorry for him, the pity is almost nonexistent of course. Though the main reason why he stops Stiles' rant is because it's starting to veer away from incredibly hysterical towards extremely annoying.

"Stiles - "

" - Which is why I bought 'em. Like a normalish person should."

"STILES." Stiles lets out a gratifying whimper. "Shut up."

Derek watches as the boy forces down his ramble and instead nervously gnawing at the tassels of his hoodie.

"I have no idea what - nor do I want to know -" he says, and decides to cut the boy some slack, "but whatever is going on up there, stop it. I'm not gonna tell anyone so just relax."

"Derek -" he could just see the hopeful little sparks twinkling in his eyes, and irritatingly, a pang of uncharacteristic sympathy wells up inside his cold, absolutely withered and unfeeling heart.

He sighs.

"This is obviously just a personal... Hobby of yours, there's nothing wrong with a bit of self-indulgence." He swallows, "even I have some... Fangy tendencies." He manages to confess his fantasies about wolfing-out when having sex while maintaining a straight face, and feels extremely accomplished with how red Stiles is getting in comparison. He is also slightly relieved he got to confess said fantasy while Stiles is still obviously out of his depth and hopefully won't get to the more awkward questions.

With a cough he continues, "what other cuts do you have?" He desperately wants to disrupt the mental melt-down, so... A little encouragement goes a long way, at least according to Laura.

"It's not fading at all despite the worn scent it holds. I can tell you've been treating it with care and hand washing them." Derek tries to smile in what he hopes is a reassuring manner, it feels more like a grimace but apparently it's working because Stiles looks as if Derek just bought him a PS4 and is on the verge of emotion filled tears.

Derek really just wanted work on a little compassion once in a while, and the money in his pocket seem fleeting and cheap when compared to the obvious gratitude and warmth in Stiles' eyes.

"Would... Would you like to see?" Stiles looks up through his lashes as he shyly offers.

"WHAT."

Which is how Derek knows Laura is wrong, and Stiles is completely right about his emotional constipation, and he should have never attempted to rectify that.

At least Laura's incapable of laughing at him now.

Yeah... So I've finally gotten a few acceptance letters from schools I've wanted in. So my half-year exile ends as my search for the perfect uni ends.

Anyway, back with a new teenwolf fic, and hope you liked it so far, it's inspired by a manga I read a month ago, though I can't quite remember the name, if you spot the references, COOKIES! But don't worry the similarities will come to an end soon as the personalities are extremely different. (So please don't sue me!)

I've planned as far as about half, though I've plenty of slots to fit in some suggestions, so prompt me! (Like, Lydia and Stiles become panties!bros or something like that)

Also, beta anyone?

Ps, I swear I'll finish my Percy Jackson fic once I remember where I shoved the draft. SORRY.