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Stiles accepted that he would end up alone a long time ago. He wasn't the most muscular, hot, interesting guy that anyone could ever meet. What's worst, he was the only human in a pack of badass supernatural creatures. And yes, Allison was human too, but Stiles-human and hunter-human are very different things.
Aside from that, Stiles knew he had some non appealing characteristics. Quirks that made him undesirable, unwanted. He even made a list, "reasons why Stiles will end up alone and forgotten in the air"
●He is noisy; not only when talking, which yeah he talks a lot. Blame the tdha. But he is noisy, when eating people can hear him munching, when running he pants as a dying goat, even while sleeping he tends to sleeptalk and snore. All in all, he is noisy. Too noisy.
● He has a strong smell; even after taking a shower and pouring cologne down his head like fairydust, he still can smell himself. It is not sweat per sai, just human smell. And it is not gucking attractive. Who would want to hug a smelly guy. Not anyone Stiles knows.
● He acts as an animal; Stiles has not the best manners, specially while eating. Put a burger and curled fries in front of him and he'll completely devour them. Mouth open, sauce on his cloths and sticky fingers are part of the experience.
● He is too clingy; he loves to cuddle and hug. Who wouldn't? If possible Stiles would spend his whole life koala hugging the people he loves. Holding hands on the street, back hugs in the kitchen, cuddles on the couch during movie night, soft and comfy nights with intertwined limbs.
● He is too conventional; Stiles has nothing especial. His eyes are brown, his hair is brown, his skin is pale and stained with moles. He's skinny, weak, breakable. Full of scars and with a sharp mollar from when he got cavities.
● He's intense; a Stiles in love is a Stiles without money. Everyone knows how he behaved with Lydia, throwing presents from side to side and trying to get her as many beautiful things as he could. Things that remained him of her, things that could make her smile. Things.
● He is touchy. That's it. Stiles loves touching. Playing with someone's hair, fingers, cloths, ears, lips, toes, anything. And he knows this could be too much for anyone.
The list continues and continues, every week something new is added; a new weakness, a new quality, a new reason why he will stay alone.
Stiles usually looks at his friends during the pack meetings, all happy and cuddled with their partners. All of them happy and loved.
He'd love to feel that loved, to love someone like that. To have someone for himself and to be comoletely fro someone else; because when Stiles feels something he does so deeply and strongly.
During those meetings, Stiles looks at his friends oblivious of the eyes of certain werewolf that like to rest ln him.
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Derek loves his mate, his perfect, strong, handsome, brave, beautiful mate.
He loves his way of moving through life, the way he makes his presence notice in avery little thing he does. After a life flooded in silence, Derek loves his mates noises. The tinkling of the cups in the kitchen on the mornings, the soft drum of fingers against the coffe table, the sweet mumblings against his ears while they sleep. Noise and sounds filled the void of his life, his mate filled his heart.
And his scent? Nothing can compare to it. A strong mix of suggar, cinnamon and herbs; so delicious that has him constantly drooling. And the best part is how powerful and intoxicating it is, not as those soft barely perceptible scents that most people have. No, his mate is an infinite source of flavor, almost a treat.
Another detail that Derek loves about his mate is his careless attitude toward human manners. The first time Derek saw him eating, he had to run home and take a cold shower; because seen his mate enjoying his meal, a meal provided by him, so savage and wolf-like, drove Derek wild. And if Derek took and oath to feed his mate delicious and juicy meals, that was no one's else business.
Derek also loves his mate's clinginess. It comes so naturally to him, it reminds him of his family and their puppies towers. His mate is caring, and protective and so so touchy that Derek sometimes feels like a goo instead of a wolf. Just having his mate's arms around him, his fingers drawing the patterns of his tattoo, his lips tracing a map of his skin, his feet locked with his own under the covers.
Even after all these years Derek's still caught by surprise by a kiss on his forehead and skillful hands working on the knots of his shoulders.
But the best part? His mate is constantly courting him despite already being mated. He will scent him in any possible occasion, no matter where they are nor who is present in the room. Even during boring times as when they go get fuel his mate will soon be playing with his ears and using his wrists to massage his nape; or when they're having a quiet morning having breakfast and his mate plays with the hem of Derek's shirt before sliding his hands underneath and splying them on his stomach. Still, his mate's biting and licking are Derek's favorite kind of touches.
Even more, his mate still gives him courting presents that drive Derek's wolf mad because
1) he doesn't want Stiles to waste his money on him and
2) his mate always gives the best presents: a portrait of the Hale family, a necklace with a triskel, old rustic books, rocks (especially those that look like animals), flowers, sweets, meat, kisses, comfy clothes,etc. And every single time, his mate smells like happiness and love.
Derek loves his mate. He loves his light brown hair that reminds him of the preserve trees. And those beautiful moles that form constellations on his skin and look exactly like the stars. Those hands that have cared so so softly for him, fingers that have caved under his skin to remove bullets and arrows, fingers that made him feel love and pleasure. Those strong legs that have run more than any other human ever has to safe those his mate loves, those legs full of scars and stories. And his nake that wears a werewolf bite, and the strong arms that surround Derek on a daily basis, and the nose that likes to boop against his own. And those perfect and kissable lips so full of expressions and smiles.
Derek loves them all, he loves his mate's everything.
But more than anything he loves his eyes, brown eyes that transmit so much love that it makes Derek's chest hurt. Two eyes that say "We are together on this" and "It's ok, I got you" and "Derek Hale you have three seconds to apologize" and "I swear I didn't do anything totally illegal this time" and " I love you", a lot of I love yous, because if Derek was a pocker faced idiot with talkative eyebrows then Stiles was an over expressive asshole with talkative eyes.
And Derek loves every single expression; every smirk and smile and eye roll and wink and scrunched nose and laugh and shout and cry and blush and sticking tongue and and and.
Because Derek loves Stiles with his whole being. Derek loves him the way he is, with all the mischief and chaos, the laughter and sadness, the arguments and the cuddles.
Derek loves his mate, and when he looks at Stiles' shinning eyes, he knows that he is loved too.