myfic: sterek

[That’s definitely Stiles texting Derek. Here, have a fic.]

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Derek gets the text whilst three thousand miles away helping Cora move into her new house with her new boyfriend-slash-fiancé.

He almost drops his phone twice on his rush to get it, making Cora snort and then bend her fingers into a heart shape and wink at him.

I have good news and bad news.”

Oh, god.” Derek mutters under his breath, his mind coming up with the most ridiculous ideas to try and explain what is happening in Beacon Hills, now.

“Maybe he’s leaving you.” Cora laughs, looming over his shoulder to read the text. “Or maybe he’s got a promotion. Oh, oh, maybe both!”

“Shut up.” Derek grits out.

His sister snorts again. “Stop freaking out.” She pats his back. “And finish this, we need to unpack the bedroom still.”

“I’ve got it!” They hear Seth yell from upstairs, followed by a curse and then something falling to the floor.

“That better not be my vases!” Cora shouts back, rushing to the door to join her boyfriend.

Derek can’t help but smile at the familiar bantering, glad that his sister was able to find someone that makes her happy like Stiles makes him. He glances down at his own phone, shakes his head fondly. Three days. Three days and he misses him like crazy.

Bad news first”, he texts back.

The answer comes not two minutes later.

Our son made a mess in the sink.”

This time Derek does drop his phone.

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