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shanachie_quillTitle: Communication Miscues
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Laura Hale, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin, mentions of other members of the pack, Melinda May McCall
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Series:
Written For: illfindmyway
Prompt: Like a Hallmark movie
Summary: Stiles has been chatting online with someone for quite a few years, he’s never going to guess who it actually is.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none really, pretty much AU
Warnings: boys, ridiculous boys, Stiles being Stiles, Derek still has problems expressing himself like a real boy
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be a Christmas present, then a birthday present, clearly I fail at ALL the writing. Anyway, illfindmyway has had a rough few days and I thought I’d post the beginning of this. Hopefully I’ll finish it up in the next few days, but stubborn boys are stubborn. Love you darlin’! And thanks to irishjeeper who checked this over a bit and caught some of my stupidity.
“‘Tiles!”
Stiles looked up from the books he was re-shelving in time to catch Melinda May as she barreled into him. “What are you doing here, Melinda May?” he asked as he swung her up onto his hip. “Hey, Scotty.”
“Hey, Stiles,” Scott greeted him. The darker haired boy stepped close, rubbing his cheek against Stiles’s.
“What are you two doing here?” Stiles asked, as he set Melinda May back down and nodded that she could go pick a book.
“Is there any chance you could keep Mindy May for a couple of hours?” Scott asked. “I need to go back to the office and Kira’s stuck at school.”
“Yeah. That’s fine. Want me to feed her dinner?”
“If you don’t mind,” Scott replied.
“No problem.” Stiles turned to find Melinda May surrounded by as many books as she could stack next to her. He grinned at her, shaking his head at her actions. “Melinda May, come say bye to your daddy.”
“‘Tiles?” Melinda May got to her feet as the door opened, her eyes flashing gold for a second as Derek entered the store. “Uncle Derek!” she exclaimed when she recognized who had entered.
Derek’s eyes flashed red at her greeting, causing the little girl to giggle as she threw herself at him. “Hello, cub.” He rubbed his hand across her head before raising his eyes to meet Stiles’s amber ones. “Hello, Stiles.”
Stiles grinned widely at the sight of the alpha, feeling himself flush at his happiness. “Hi, Derek. I have your books.”
The werewolf moved towards the counter, his gait hampered by the four year old clinging to his legs. Melinda May giggled as Derek swung her up onto his shoulders, making sure she was settled before closing the rest of the distance to meet Stiles.
“So what are you researching? Studying? Reading about?” Stiles suggested when the first two words just got a blank look. “You don’t seem to have any specific focus.”
Derek shrugged, shifting Melinda May on his shoulders. “I don’t really have one right now. Are the different books a problem?”
“Nope.” Stiles grinned. “Just might have to give me a little extra time once in awhile with the order.”
Derek nodded. Stiles waited, but the ‘wolf didn’t say anything else. From above him, the small ‘wolf sniffed the air. “Uncle Derek, why do you and ‘Tiles ‘mell funny?”
Stiles choked on the air he’d sucked in to continue his prior thought. When coughing didn’t clear his lungs, he flailed his arms, knocking a couple of books to the ground. Derek dropped Melinda May to the ground, slipping her behind him as Stiles attempted to regain control.
“Melinda May!” Stiles gasped out once he’d gotten control again. “I know your daddy’s told you not to mention things you smell!”
“Unless it’s a danger to yourself or others,” Melinda May chanted.
“Then you don’t need to mention whatever you’re smelling with your Uncle Derek or me,” Stiles told her. “Cuz I can’t see it being a danger.”
She considered it for a minute before shaking her head. Hanging her head, she mumbled, “I sorry, Uncle Derek. I sorry, ‘Titles.”
Stiles made grabby hands at the little girl until Derek, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous of the human, lifted her across the counter. Cuddling her to him, Stiles assured her, “We’re not mad at her. Or I’m not mad at you.” Looking up at Derek, he asked, “You aren’t mad at her, right?”
“Of course not.” Derek rubbed a hand down Melinda’s head, comforting her.
The smaller ‘wolf leaned into the alpha, but didn’t leave the comfort of her godfather’s arms. “So.” Stiles cleared his throat. “I’ll probably have the last of the books for you in a couple of days. Will Laura be healed by then?”
Derek shook his head. “She… Melinda, could you let me talk to Stiles for a minute without listening?” Her brown eyes considered them both for a few minutes before she nodded and she allowed Stiles to set her down. Hugging first Stiles’s leg and then Derek’s, she ran for the small play area in the back. Derek waited until he was sure she was settled before explaining, “Laura’s healing human slow. It’ll be another couple of weeks before it’s safe for her to leave the den.”
“Is there anything we can do?” Stiles asked. “Or the books? Is Isaac going to come get them? Or you? Or I could bring them out to you?” He paused. “That’s probably. You probably don’t want me out at the den, do you? Maybe Scott? I can send them out with Scott. That would work.”
“Stiles.” Derek hoped saying the store owner’s name would stop the babbling.
“Sorry. I’ll shut up now.”
Derek tried not to smile broadly. “I’m not asking you to shut up. Just slow down and take a breath.”
Stiles ducked his head, his face heating up. “Sorry.”
The werewolf’s feet shuffled for a minute then he reached for the books that Stiles had ordered for him. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he said quietly. “It would be fine if you brought the books out to the den.”
A grin lit up Stiles’s face. “Awesome. It’ll probably be a few days.”
Derek nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” Scooping up the books, he headed for the door. “Bye, Mindy May,” he called as he headed out the door.
“Bye, Uncle Derek!” she yelled from the back of the store.
Part Four
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Laura Hale, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Melissa McCall, Lydia Martin, mentions of other members of the pack, Melinda May McCall
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Series:
Written For: illfindmyway
Prompt: Like a Hallmark movie
Summary: Stiles has been chatting online with someone for quite a few years, he’s never going to guess who it actually is.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none really, pretty much AU
Warnings: boys, ridiculous boys, Stiles being Stiles, Derek still has problems expressing himself like a real boy
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: So this was supposed to be a Christmas present, then a birthday present, clearly I fail at ALL the writing. Anyway, illfindmyway has had a rough few days and I thought I’d post the beginning of this. Hopefully I’ll finish it up in the next few days, but stubborn boys are stubborn. Love you darlin’! And thanks to irishjeeper who checked this over a bit and caught some of my stupidity.
“‘Tiles!”
Stiles looked up from the books he was re-shelving in time to catch Melinda May as she barreled into him. “What are you doing here, Melinda May?” he asked as he swung her up onto his hip. “Hey, Scotty.”
“Hey, Stiles,” Scott greeted him. The darker haired boy stepped close, rubbing his cheek against Stiles’s.
“What are you two doing here?” Stiles asked, as he set Melinda May back down and nodded that she could go pick a book.
“Is there any chance you could keep Mindy May for a couple of hours?” Scott asked. “I need to go back to the office and Kira’s stuck at school.”
“Yeah. That’s fine. Want me to feed her dinner?”
“If you don’t mind,” Scott replied.
“No problem.” Stiles turned to find Melinda May surrounded by as many books as she could stack next to her. He grinned at her, shaking his head at her actions. “Melinda May, come say bye to your daddy.”
“‘Tiles?” Melinda May got to her feet as the door opened, her eyes flashing gold for a second as Derek entered the store. “Uncle Derek!” she exclaimed when she recognized who had entered.
Derek’s eyes flashed red at her greeting, causing the little girl to giggle as she threw herself at him. “Hello, cub.” He rubbed his hand across her head before raising his eyes to meet Stiles’s amber ones. “Hello, Stiles.”
Stiles grinned widely at the sight of the alpha, feeling himself flush at his happiness. “Hi, Derek. I have your books.”
The werewolf moved towards the counter, his gait hampered by the four year old clinging to his legs. Melinda May giggled as Derek swung her up onto his shoulders, making sure she was settled before closing the rest of the distance to meet Stiles.
“So what are you researching? Studying? Reading about?” Stiles suggested when the first two words just got a blank look. “You don’t seem to have any specific focus.”
Derek shrugged, shifting Melinda May on his shoulders. “I don’t really have one right now. Are the different books a problem?”
“Nope.” Stiles grinned. “Just might have to give me a little extra time once in awhile with the order.”
Derek nodded. Stiles waited, but the ‘wolf didn’t say anything else. From above him, the small ‘wolf sniffed the air. “Uncle Derek, why do you and ‘Tiles ‘mell funny?”
Stiles choked on the air he’d sucked in to continue his prior thought. When coughing didn’t clear his lungs, he flailed his arms, knocking a couple of books to the ground. Derek dropped Melinda May to the ground, slipping her behind him as Stiles attempted to regain control.
“Melinda May!” Stiles gasped out once he’d gotten control again. “I know your daddy’s told you not to mention things you smell!”
“Unless it’s a danger to yourself or others,” Melinda May chanted.
“Then you don’t need to mention whatever you’re smelling with your Uncle Derek or me,” Stiles told her. “Cuz I can’t see it being a danger.”
She considered it for a minute before shaking her head. Hanging her head, she mumbled, “I sorry, Uncle Derek. I sorry, ‘Titles.”
Stiles made grabby hands at the little girl until Derek, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous of the human, lifted her across the counter. Cuddling her to him, Stiles assured her, “We’re not mad at her. Or I’m not mad at you.” Looking up at Derek, he asked, “You aren’t mad at her, right?”
“Of course not.” Derek rubbed a hand down Melinda’s head, comforting her.
The smaller ‘wolf leaned into the alpha, but didn’t leave the comfort of her godfather’s arms. “So.” Stiles cleared his throat. “I’ll probably have the last of the books for you in a couple of days. Will Laura be healed by then?”
Derek shook his head. “She… Melinda, could you let me talk to Stiles for a minute without listening?” Her brown eyes considered them both for a few minutes before she nodded and she allowed Stiles to set her down. Hugging first Stiles’s leg and then Derek’s, she ran for the small play area in the back. Derek waited until he was sure she was settled before explaining, “Laura’s healing human slow. It’ll be another couple of weeks before it’s safe for her to leave the den.”
“Is there anything we can do?” Stiles asked. “Or the books? Is Isaac going to come get them? Or you? Or I could bring them out to you?” He paused. “That’s probably. You probably don’t want me out at the den, do you? Maybe Scott? I can send them out with Scott. That would work.”
“Stiles.” Derek hoped saying the store owner’s name would stop the babbling.
“Sorry. I’ll shut up now.”
Derek tried not to smile broadly. “I’m not asking you to shut up. Just slow down and take a breath.”
Stiles ducked his head, his face heating up. “Sorry.”
The werewolf’s feet shuffled for a minute then he reached for the books that Stiles had ordered for him. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he said quietly. “It would be fine if you brought the books out to the den.”
A grin lit up Stiles’s face. “Awesome. It’ll probably be a few days.”
Derek nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” Scooping up the books, he headed for the door. “Bye, Mindy May,” he called as he headed out the door.
“Bye, Uncle Derek!” she yelled from the back of the store.
Part Four
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