Original Imagine: Imagine young Derek and Stiles fighting over you
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 1359
Warnings: Slight reference to depression, some language, fluff and kissing :)
A/N: This slightly turned into a Stiles oneshot, I hope you all don’t mind that :)
You sigh, putting your head in your hands and flopping down onto your small bed. It was all too much. School, the future, living in Beacon Hills… Even more difficult due to the fact that your pack, made up of yourself, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Malia, had been faced with yet another life altering problem. Derek. Sarcastic, tough, fearless Derek had been given the gift of youth for some reason, and was now a teenager again. He didn’t remember who anyone was, or even that his family had died in a “fire.” You had all just gotten back from Mexico where you had retrieved Derek, and you were beyond exhausted. You agreed to let Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Derek stay at your place for a couple of hours while Scott and Kira went to talk to Deaton about what had happened, but had excused yourself from the living room to have some privacy away from all of the chaos.