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The Whole Truth by MadcapRomantic

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 2758

Derek gets hit with a curse that causes him to only be able to tell the truth. The rest of the pack thinks it’s hilarious, but Stiles sees the way it starts to eat away at Derek, and he can’t help but intervene.

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“Hey,
pops! Ready for lunch?” Stiles walks into his dad’s book store,
smiles at the photo of his mom hanging on the wall. “Hey, mom.”
He whispers softly, just like always.

The shop
used to be his mom’s and after she died his dad kept it closed for
some time. It held many memories – Stiles’ first steps, his first
words, the first time his mom fainted – some of them too painful
for the two of them to handle. He kept the building for Stiles, he’d
say, it was his mom’s after all, he should be the one to decide what
to do with it, and then one day, he got shot. It was just a graze and
he was home before dinner, only to find a ten year old Stiles crying
on his bed, begging him not to leave him too.

He signed
his resignation the next day and two months after that, Claudia’s
book shop was open once more. As it still is, today.

“One
minute, son.” Stiles’ dad called out from his office and as Stiles
steps inside the room, he gives him a small wave. “Derek, that’s
Stiles. Stiles, Derek.” His dad gestures to the man sitting in
front of him. “I was just finishing interviewing him for the
afternoon shift.” He explains and Derek turns to wave at Stiles.

He has
green eyes, Stiles notices, and biceps that screams ‘I could kill a
man with my bare hands’ or maybe ‘I could fuck you against a wall if
I wanted to’ and Stiles tries not to think about that as his dad
sends him a confused look.

“Nice
to meet you.” Stiles manages to blurt out and sees his dad
face-palm as Derek answers with a ‘nice to meet you too’. What can he
do, he shrugs when Derek turns to his dad again, the guy is a
masterpiece.

“I’ll
give you a call.” His dad smiles, shaking Derek’s hand and walking
him to the exit.

“Thank
you, sir.” Derek answers, waving at Stiles with a smile of his own.

When the door is closed behind him his dad turns to Stiles with an
arched eyebrow. “No.”

“Oh,
come on!” Stiles cries out. “Please hire him, please.”

“I’ll
not hire someone just because you liked his –” he waves around
awkwardly, “whatever.”

“Ass.”
Stiles smiles wickedly. “The word you’re looking for is ass.”
And what a great ass it is, all round and firm as he walked with a
swagger that says he knows he’s hot and just likes torturing poor
unfortunate souls, like Stiles. And those tight jeans, hmmmnnn.
“Though he had great arms too.”

“Stop.”
He turns the sign on the door to closed and all but pushes Stiles out
the store. “I don’t need you here all the time distracting my
employee.”

“But
you’re always complaining about not seeing me!” Stiles argues,
following his dad to the car. “Two birds, one stone!”

“No.”
His dad says once more. “And that’s final.”

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