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Erica
Stiles won't tell us anything! Be the alpha and get him to spill before we egdgjdjdh
Boyd
Ignore Erica. Jackson got her phone from her but she has a point. Stiles trusts you the most, even compared to Scott so see why he's lying
I'm sure you can do it, Alpha
Jackson
Tell Stiles I'm gonna give him a crash course in lying because his lies were so bad that even McCall figured them out! MCCALL, DEREK! MCCALL!
Sighing as he put his phone in his pocket, he left his car and went to the back where he had various bribing items…okay, they were mostly food Stiles likes, some comics Derek has been planning on giving him, and a few Superman merch items that Derek may or may not have the Batman versions of at home. Sue him for wanting an easy battle.
Derek headed to Stiles's front door with the goods before changing direction to go to his bedroom window so Stiles couldn't bolt. He needed to be stealthy about this which is why he opted for a shoulder bag that strapped across his back diagonally, fits under his jacket, and was big enough for all the bribes…which he may or may not have had to shove into the inner pockets of said jacket. Too late to back down with all these bribery items.
He climbed up the tree by Stiles's window with practiced ease, moving quickly so there wasn't a call about a strange man climb a tree outside the sheriff's home. No, it didn't matter that he's been caught by neighbors before and accidentally made them think he's Stiles's secret boyfriend.
Those thought were shaken from his head as he made his way across the roof and opened the unlocked window, planning on having a talk with Stiles about safety. As Derek climbs into Stiles's room, he looks around to make sure Stiles wouldn't turn and panic. He did not expect to discover an overnight bag in the middle of being packed on Stiles's bed. Upon closer inspection, it was sloppily packed with medical supplies. Next to the bag was loose clothing and entertainment items–
'Shit. He has this issue already!! There goes one bribe.'
–scattered on the bed.
The room also smelt heavily like unscented soap, the scent making his nose wrinkle as his brief thought about how Stiles could've possibly managed to saturate everything in that awful scent. It was starring to make him gag, but he decided to just keep the window open for airflow and hope it helped.
Tilting his head with his eyes shut, Derek listened to what was happening in the Stilinski house and to see if Stiles was actually home. Derek heard the shower running along with the sound of Noah downstairs talking to someone on the phone. But because of bad luck or he had somehow angered a God, before Derek could go ask Noah what was happening or if it was serious, Stiles walked into his room.
He was humming with his towel wrapped tight around his waist and steam coming off of his body. This normally wouldn't bother the werewolf as he's seen Stiles without a shirt before– Technically from the back -but there was one very obvious thing he didn't expect to see: A very obvious breast on the left side of his chest.
Stiles froze upon seeing Derek and let out a shout, arms covering his lopsided chest with his body shaking like a leaf.
As Derek knew he saw something he shouldn't have, he quickly grabbed a loose shirt and helped Stiles into it without so much as opening his eyes or looking at him. Once his Chest and torso were covered, Derek used his various bribes and experience with Stiles's panic attacks to help him calm down, being as understanding as he can and mostly trying to get the boy more covered.
At one point, not long after the scream, Noah rushed in with his handgun in hand and ready to shoot the intruder. He tucked it away upon seeing what's happening and promised to bring some drinks up once Stiles was able to hold a cup of hot liquid again, knowing Derek could handle this. Stiles began to calm down after what felt like hours, enough to at least get dressed with his back to Derek. His dad briefly came in with their drinks once Stiles was dressed, sighed at the state of his bag, and kissed his temple before leaving them to talk privately.
They sat in tense silence for a couple minutes, Derek letting Stiles gather his words as they both sipped their warm tea. The teen began to talk once he drank it all.
"I…fuck. I didn't want to tell the pack because I
know
how you all act with this type of stuff and it's a bit embarrassing, but…I'm going into surgery tomorrow morning. To deal with this pesky issue known as titty." Derek gave him a deadpan expression. "Alright. That's not all but let me finish. I'm going to be getting a few tests done to see what else I should prepare for given I've had this issue issue since puberty hit and it made going to the beach annoying. Plus, my binder, a medically safe one that flattens it, is starting to make it hurt a bit."
"Is…is this a condition you have? You don't have to go into any details, but I want to support you the best I can for your surgery. I would never make of you for something you can't help unless you say it's okay."
"I know, big guy. I know." With a smile, he bumped his head against Derek's shoulder affectionately like a cat would. "So I'm…I was born with a condition that they didn't exactly catch at birth. Basically, I'm Intersex and I have an Intersex condition called XX Male. It means I have two X chromosomes but developed physically as male instead of female because my SRY gene decided to be attached to an X from one of my parents. Unfortunately, this led to a lot of awkward shit. Like my lonely titty here and a few other things."
"And this surgery. It's to…remove her, it?, and hopefully help with the issues your conditions causes?", Derek asked though obviously confused about this all.
"Yup. Got it in one." Stikes smiled but it was tense.
Very
tense. "Uh…can you not tell the pack? About any of this? I do want to tell them they can visit after surgery but I need to rest that first day and they'll be getting lots of blood too and I don't need them hovering or-"
Derek covered his mouth. "Stiles. I won't tell them. I can be there if you want but I'll tell them the day after tomorrow. I promise."
"Thanks…"
They sat in comfortable silence for a bit, just leaning into one another and packing Stiles’s bag more effectively. The silence was broken by Stiles.
"So why do you have an arsenal of Stilinski Bribery on you?"
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Taking a deep breath, Derek exited his car along with Erica, Isaac, Jackson, and Boyd. Everyone else knew that Stiles wouldn't mind them coming tomorrow, but it was hard to convince these four. He was gonna get so much shit from Stiles for "being soft" on his first betas.
He clapped his hands, getting the four betas' attentions. "Alright. You must not overwhelm him as he just got out of surgery about five hours ago and had a few tests done. That means bombarding him with questions, hugging him, laying on him, or anything else that could make him stressed. You also shouldn't be overly loud or keep him awake. Got it?"
The four nodded with Jackson rolling his eyes and Isaac elbowing him in the side.
"Good. Now let's go see Stiles. Noah should be waiting in the lobby for us.", Derek said as he looked at his phone and began to lead them inside.
As he stated, Noah was waiting in the lobby with a haggard expression. It was understandable since this was the first surgery Stiles ever needed where he had many tests done
and
had to stay overnight for observation for any complications from after surgery.
"I'm irritated that you brought others along…but I'm glad you kids are here. Stiles is still awake and eating but still tired and on painkillers so-" "We know, Sheriff. Derek gave us a run down.", Boyd said, getting a tired smile from the father who led the five to Stiles's hospital room.
All but Derek did not expect to see bandages wrapped tightly around the teen's chest, said teen barely moving as he ate the food Noah got him.
Noah knocked on the table next to Stiles. "Kiddo. Derek and the puppies are here."
Stiles looked up and smiled at them with a dazed look, eyes dilated with his mouth a bit of a mess. Derek was the first to approach. He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before tossing it in the trash and sitting down in a chair next to him, getting a…love filled smile that got the betas to cover their mouths as they laughed.
"Calm down there, lover boy.", said Erica as she sat next to him, careful of the cords. "How are you feeling after everything?"
"Floaty and my arm is sore from them taking blood." He straightened his arm carefully to show the bandaged crook of his arm that had stopped bleeding minutes after. "I don't think the Painkillers are working for the arm."
"Any pain elsewhere?", asked Noah, getting a somewhat accurate response. With a sigh, he gave a nod to the werewolves that meant 'Do the pain-drain to see if he's telling the truth.' Erica was the first to react, gently hold Stiles's hand as she took his pain and winced. "I'll go get a nurse to give him another dose if it's already wearing off."
He left the six to talk as he went to track down a nurse, deliberately forgetting about the call button to let them chat.
Jackson sighed and leaned by the window, the first one to pipe up as Erica and Derek shared the pain drain. "Why did he need surgery, anyways? He looked and smelt perfectly fine."
"Just because someone smells fine doesn't mean they are, Whittemore." Isaac rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Obviously something had needed to be surgically removed or implanted or something if he's here having surgery and getting tested. Right?"
Stiles nodded as he was happily accepting the food Derek was feeding him, not seeming to be able to do much afterwards. At least not on his right half which the Alpha had deliberately sat and forced the pack to the left or in front of him.
"Derek? Can I marry you? You're too husband-ly…husband material? Whatever the word is to me. It would be unfair if you marry someone else."
"So you'll pout if I don't marry you?"
"Yes! Plus, your food is so good, not like hospital food, and, and you're so nice to me and you take care of me and you're really strong and handsome and…uh…what else?" Stiles scowled at his table, trying to remember something else he liked about Derek. Unfortunately, upon seeing the blushing Derek was doing, the betas joined in.
"He's very loyal and protective.", Boyd said, getting a giggle from Erica who continued.
"And he's understanding, even if he's emotionally dense."
"Plus, the Sheriff likes and trusts him enough not to give him the shovel talk.", Jackson chimed in which made Derek hide his face on the bed.
"He also runs hot so he can keep you warm when you're cold. And he knows how to garden."
"Not you too, Isaac.", grumbled Derek who welcomed when the Sheriff came back with a nurse to give Stiles another dose. Annoyingly, he was then dragged into this conversation by Erica with a wicked grin.
"Sheriff! What do you think of Derek being your son in law? Stiles said he wants to marry him."
"I would rather they date for a few months before Derek ties himself to Stiles, but I don't mind if he became my son in law. His cooking is really good and I'm sure Stiles could learn a few things."
Noah's response got an indignant gasp from Stiles though he agreed that Derek was an amazing cook and realized he forgot about the dating part. The nurse laughed a little at the antics and notified them that Stiles will need some rest so it's best to leave in a few minutes.
Before they left, Stiles asked one more question to Derek as he slowly drifted asleep for a nap. "Movie date after I heal?"
Derek paused for a moment before sighing and kissing his forehead.
"After you heal. I promise."