#my dad was 170 and i though he was literally the tallest person ever

[fireheartwraith]

I just realized adult Hinata is literally 172 that’s not short!! I thought you were a short king, you POSER, that's medium height!!! Everyone else is just too tall!!

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @substanceofmysoul!

It had been a long time since he was last in Beacon Hills, too long, not long enough. If you were to ask Stiles Stilinski how long he’s been gone he'd probably say something along the lines of 3 years and 167 days, but who was counting? Why not go back before you would say? If you miss something so much you’re counting the time then just go back, well it’s a little more complicated than that. This can be a little confusing so let’s go back to 3 years and 168 days ago, the day everything went to shit. It was Stiles high school graduation as well as his 18th birthday, and finally, after 3 years of constant battles with the supernatural and late night essay writing, and FINALLY Stiles could blow this popsicle stand. There's’ really nothing keeping him here. Hi dad has finally conceded to taking care of himself if it meant Stiles would leave this Hell mouth of a town. Most of his friends are leaving, and those who aren’t he isn’t really worried about. It’s not like there are any handsome, brooding, sad werewolves that need him to stay at all. That means Stiles has no reason to stay, he can leave without a care in the world.

No.

Stiles wishes he wasn’t so stubborn that he couldn’t talk himself out of doing something so stupid, because maybe then he could talk himself out of breaking his own heart. Unfortunately he isn’t that strong which brings us back to June 23rd 2016, standing in front of the beaten down crummy loft that Derek Hale calls a house. Knocking on a door he probably shouldn’t be knocking on, but for some bizarre reason he can’t seem to talk himself down and before he knows it the door is open. Before even stepping into the loft the words come spilling out of his mouth like an uncontrollable river of marbles spilling down the world’s tallest mountain…

“Hey I’ve kind of been obsessed with you since I first saw you in the woods and I need you to tell me if there is any hope because if there is I will stay right here and we will figure this out together, I just really need to know because I can feel that something is here and I kinda think you might be my soulmate but you haven’t said anything because of my age and I totally get it dude cause my dad’s the Sheriff but I’m eighteen today but I don’t want to push you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing but if you could stop me from talking that would be great because I sort of lost control of my own brain after admitting that I’m so crazy in lov-”

“STILES!”

“What?”

“Shut up and let me talk.”

Stiles nods in acknowledgement, makes a zipper motion over his lips and waits with bated breath and hope for once since here, waiting for the answer he wants and so desperately needs.

“You’re not my soulmate.”

“I knew...Wait, what?”

Derek didn’t meet Stiles gaze as he said the words that shred his heart to pieces “If you were my soulmate your name would have appeared on my arm the day I met you 3 years ago seeing as I was already 21. Besides do you really think I’d want you to stick around? You’re such a spastic brat I’d end up cutting off my own arm just to cut off the bond.”

    Stiles could feel his eyes fill with tears but he cleared his throat and decided to get the hell out of dodge before he embarrasses himself even more. Before he turns, realizing he never actually went in, he says

“You could’ve just said no” and turned and walked away without even looking at Derek.

Two days later his bags were packed in the back of his jeep and he was driving out of Beacon hills for what he thought then would be forever.

He’d been travelling all across North America and ended up in Salem of all places only 170 days into his travels when his magic first manifested. At first he thought ok, so I’m a witch, that explains why I’m being stalked by the Supernatural across the country.

Sadly being a witch would’ve been a good thing in comparison to what he actually was.

He found out he was a Spark, he is quite literally a walking talking endless supply of untapped magic, and that isn’t even the tip of the iceberg to what he can do. Somewhere around Vancouver he learns that he is the source of magic in Beacon Hills, He puts the Beacon in Beacon hills. His magic attracts all sorts of creatures some looking for protection others looking for a power bar, causing him to have quite an interesting trip around the world.

That’s not the story for today though kiddos, that one is for another day.

Today is June 25th 2020 and he is standing breathless and the beginning of the preserve heaving like a mad man, bags in his car, and fury in his eyes. He is standing there with the name DEREK HALE printed on his left wrist in big, bold, black letters. He was going to maim the stupid asshole, and after he maims him he's going to kill him. Derek Hale has some explaining to do. Which is why Stiles dragged his ass from Poland on an overnight flight and is stomping through the forest like a demon of hell himself only stopping shortly when he sees the fully remodeled Hale house, but quickly resumes on his path screaming out as he walked.

“DEREK HALE GET YOUR FURRY LITTLE WEREWOLF ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”

He could hear a lot of scrambling coming from inside the house when out came the man of the hour himself looking as sheepish as a misbehaved dog and scrambling like he had been thrown out of the house.

He looked up at Stiles through his lashes and said “Happy Birthday?”

“ Are you fucking kidding me Derek?” Thunder roared up above them and clouds rolled in.

“We should go inside Stiles, it looks like it’s going to rain”

“No, you and me we are going to talk right now, explain. Explain why you were so quick to break my heart.”

“Because I wasn’t...”

“Wasn’t what? Brave enough to love me? Man enough to wait for me? Because of what Derek?”

“BECAUSE I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME DEREK?! YOU BROKE MY HEART BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH?!”

“I wasn’t, you were so good and had so much hope and so much going for your future that I thought that if I let you stay I would ruin you.”

At that confession the ground shook beneath them, and Derek looked so confused but at the same time looked ready to throw Stiles over his shoulder and race to safety and that lost look in his eyes is what made Stiles calm down and the ground stopped shaking.

“Continue” said Stiles, looking into Derek's eyes.

“When I found out you were my soulmate I was a little peeved and confused because I didn't really know you, but then I got to know you and you were the bravest, most selfless, compassionate young man I’ve ever met in my life, and suddenly I knew I couldn't keep you.”

“Keep me? I'm not a pet Derek”

“I know, I know, that’s not what I mean. I meant I couldn’t keep you for seeing the world, from exploring and getting out of here, so I kept quiet and let you think that I don’t love you when the reality is that I adore you more I should. Then you were 18 and so beautiful and willing to love me and all I wanted to do was say stay, stay now, stay forever, but I knew I couldn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved.”

“Who are you to decide that?”

“You deserve light Stiles, light, and love, and joy. I was half a man who couldn’t figure out a reason to stay alive and you didn't deserve that, didn’t deserve to put me together only to watch me fall apart. So when you came to me that day I decided to let you go, only for a little while so that I could work on becoming a person worthy of your love. I knew that my name would appear on your arm on your 21st, and I had to let you go with the hope that you would return.”

“And what if I didn’t, what if I decided that I couldn’t handle a second rejection and never returned?”

“Then I would have gone after you for as long as it took to find you, because now that I know that I deserve love, I will never, ever let you walk out of my life. So if you’re ready to have me and if you would still even want me I am here, a partially whole man missing just one piece to make him complete.”

“You’re an idiot.”

With those words there was a standoff that felt like a million years but in reality only lasted seconds, followed be an embrace and a kiss that would have put movies to shame.

The breeze was gentle, and the clouds rolled away and all that was left was hope for the future.

The end