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Stiles Was bouncing his leg and touching his lips, he fucking HATED this with a passion, he was sitting in class and just NEEDED to stim, he needed to bite and he needed to fiddle with something in his mouth but NO, Jackson had to be an ass in like, the 6th grade and make fun of his chewlery, it helped his focus, but after that he never wore them to school. HOWEVER, that didn’t stop him from hoarding the fuckers everywhere else he could like some crazed goblin or squirrel.
They were in Roscoe, in his room, at Scotts, even his Dads’ office! (also the cruiser-) those fuckers were in as many places as he could think of that he regularly stayed for more than a few minutes at. Stiles wasn’t even aware at how fast he was moving and shoving stuff into his bag to get out and to the jeep till he got there, clearly Stiles is the real supernatural being here, either way he jumped into Roscoe and went for the dash compartment, digging through the HOARD he had till he found the one he wanted, round, flattish and kind of basic, even with the string around his neck he relaxed, with the pendant in his mouth he was able to close the door and calmly drive home.
Stiles padded his way into the house after shutting his door to Roscoe, he closed the door with his foot and made it into the kitchen, humming as he wiggled the pendant between his teeth, up and down, he was looking for his can of coke, and there it was! He gave a small happy smile before pulling it out, he ended up getting himself a snack.
Stiles was just relaxing on his bed, having tossed his backpack to his desk before grabbing his laptop, his dish of chewelry sitting over there and another, smaller one by his bed on his night stand, this is where he keeps a lot of his duplicates and stuff, since they come in at least packs of 2 a lot of the time, or more.
Stiles looked to his phone when it went off, he dropped the pendant from his mouth and went,”Hello.”
“Stiles.” Stiles laid there with one arm over his head, looking up at the ceiling like it has five heads.
“Derek? Why are you calling me?”
“Stiles, start talking”
“Derek, I’m not sure if you realize this but that is like, a super bad idea thing to tell me”
Derek was quite, which made Stile sigh, the sound of shuffling could be heard and now he was sitting up with his laptop in, well his lap and phone to his ear.
“My Dad tried to get me to talk a lot when I was a kid, you know that? Apparently I was a late bloomer in that department,” and chuckle, “and then I didn’t shut up, like it’s all I do now! Who knew! He sure didn’t.” The conversation changed many times over the call, switching topics quick and easy by just association or tangents, and Derek listened to the whole thing, every word he just sat, and listened.
“Ah shit-”Stiles got out over the sound of his alarm going off.
“What was that?”
“Ah calm down sourwolf, just my alarm to make dinner, it’s like 5.” Stiles had been talking for over about two hours now, that was a long time. “And before you ask, if I don’t bring dinner to my Dad before 6:30 he’ll get himself burgers or something.”
And with that the call ended, Stiles just blinked and shrugged it off, this wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen in his life, knock on fucking wood, it was new. It’s been quiet, which is good, no new monster issue and no more hunters coming in to wreck shop, Argents are still here but they only cause issues with reason He’ll give Chris and Allison that.
Either way Stiles padded down to the kitchen, pendant in mouth as he started to get dinner ready, Salmon and salad, good pick for someone with high cholesterol! Which his Dad has, like damn do you want a heart attack? Either way that’s what was for dinner.
Stiles walked into the station and nodded to Parrish as he walked over to the deputy.
“Sheriffs in his office …”there was a pause after Jordin spoke, Stiles glanced down to his mouth, he had one of his chews, ah, right it’s not like he normally walks around with them much.
Stiles dropped it from his mouth and went, “Thanks!” and now to walk away and pretend like nothing is up, it’s not like he doesn't hang out with his Dad after school and have dinner and just chill, it’s just Stiles is in no mood to explain the working cogs of how ADHD is several different things walking around in a trench coat right now.
“Hey Dad! Brought dinner.”Stiles smiled as he set down three containers onto his Dads desk, one salad, one salmon and one with plates and utensils.
His Dad just nodded, there was something else on his mind, Stiles could see it.
“You good?” Stiles was quick to ask and popped the pendant into his mouth as he started to pull the plates out. Head tilting when Noah pointed at him.
“Been a while since you walked into the office with one around your neck.”He casually said and opened the lid of the container that just held the Salmon, he was trying to pick and eat it already.
Stiles just hummed at the comment, getting pulled to the fact his Dad was trying to be a sneaky food thief. “Hey! Wait till you get your plate and fork.”Stiles held out a fork and one of the plates to his Dad, who took it and went right for the salmon, just ignoringthe container of Salad, how rude.
The two of them ended up having a nice dinner, one his Dad didn’t complain about because it wasn’t a veggie burger instead of a normal one
Today was Friday, and that meant he and Scott were going to have a game night, and Scott didn’t cancel this time! Holy shit look at that, anyway Stiles walked into Scotts room and went right for the place he stashed the chews, grabbing one and soon sitting down at Scotts Desk.
“Why didn’t you just sit down on the bed?”
Stiles leaned forward and took the pendant out of his mouth to speak, his tone serious, “Because, I know where you've been-HEY!” Stiles got a pillow thrown at him, which honestly didn’t surprise him in the slightest. The two broke into laughter, which was nice, it was warm and comforting.
Stiles went back to chewing, listening as Scott talked about class and work, since today was a day off for him! Whole reason they can hang out right now.