written by fotoshop_cutout
promt: Fandom- Teen Wolf, Pairing, Jackson/Stiles or Peter/Stiles with a jealous!pssessive!Derek/Stiles.
Stiles actually quite liked him—when he wasn't being an ass. Their fingers were twined and Jackson looked like he'd won the lottery or something, which made Stiles feel good about himself. Not that there was anyone around to see that smile or their twined fingers. The Preserve was quiet all around them, the crackling fire from the metal trash can casting eerie shadows over their faces. Stiles dove in for another kiss and was rewarded by a hand cupping his hip and bringing him closer. Stiles acquiesced, moving to straddle Jackson's lap and deepened the kiss. There was nothing to be afraid of here—he was with a werewolf, he was happy and Jackson was happy.
A loud growl echoed through the area and Jackson sprung to his feet, dumping Stiles on the ground. He grunted with the sudden, unexpected impact and scrambled around to look past the fire. That's where the growl had come from... right? Two red eyes glowed that could have only been mistaken for embers if you were a moron and Jackson was waving his hands in the air, trying to appease Derek.
“It wasn't what it looked like, I swear.” Jackson's voice was shaky, Derek drew closer and Stiles contemplated whether staying on the ground or running for his life was the better idea at this point. Although, he couldn't be sure why
Derek was so angry over this. Was he homophobic or something? Actually, that would explain a lot...
“Really, because it looked to me as if you were trying to take what's mine.” Derek's hand reached down and yanked Stiles up by the back of his shirt. Stiles only went willingly because he couldn't be sure what was happening now. He looked between the two wolves, confused. Jackson wouldn't meet Derek's eyes anymore.
“I wasn't. I sw-swear.” That wasn't very convincing. Maybe he should be giving Jackson lessons on how to lie. There was a jerk on his clothing and a strong arm wrapped around his rib cage, crushing him to Derek's side. Anyway, what was all this about? He struggled to get further away from Derek and frowned at him.
“Hey, anyone want to enlighten me as to what you're talking about?”
Derek ground out his answer, “No.”
Stiles licked his lips and nervously tried to sidestep away from Derek again. Derek wouldn't let him. “O-okay.”God
he hated being intimidated by him. But as much as he hated that, he hated not knowing what was going on even more. He had opened his mouth to ask again, but Derek was already talking.
“You touch him again and I swear I'll rip your throat out and leave you on your parent's doorstep.” Without further ado, he half picked up Stiles and half dragged him out into the forest. To be clear, Stiles wasn't sure he liked Derek. He also wasn't sure if he was ever anything but
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