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Derek dreams of languid limbs and a pale body lying under the shade of a really old gigantic oak tree. That person's eyes suddenly look at Derek. Their eyes are brown and almost golden, and the light hits them as they look into Derek´s.
He suddenly bolts awake, sweating and confused about the dream, when he looks at the window the sun is starting to rise. He laid back again but unable to sleep, he decided to brush his teeth, put on some sports clothes and head towards the gym.
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After 2 hours of workout, the sun was fully out warming his face while he headed out of the gym, the streets were busy with the rush of the morning, so he jogged to his house feeling more at ease.
After entering the house something caught his nose. Ozone and oak tree, which was weird, even though there was some oak furniture, what he smelled was fresh oak tree like he was out in the woods along with pine. The scent sent shivers down his spine as it was too early for visits, and the pack didn't warn him about anyone visiting the Hale house.
A bit uncomfortable about the new scent in the house but without paying it any mind he reaches the second floor aiming for his room to get a shower and maybe a bit more rest.
-The f*ck is happening!- he screams at the person laying in his bed, long eyelashes covering his shut eyes, pale skin moted with moles and freckles all over, along with brown soft hair falling on his forehead, the person lying peacefully on his bed was beautiful, actually the most beautiful being he ever witnessed.
That didn´t mean it was okay for a stranger to lay in his bead under his f*cking sheets spreading his… his, marvelous warm and rich scent…
He rushes entering the room to get the man out of his f*cking bed and reach for his arm still looking at his face.
It seems he failed to grab the arm of the boy and just then he looks down to realize his hand is trespassing where the man's arm is supposed to be, and just then he also notices how the sheets do not fold under the man's weight like he's not actually there.
The man slowly opens his eyes growling about humans not letting him rest, his eyes connect with Derek´s amused gaze.
-What the f*ck are you?- Derek asks slowly. -Are you a ghost or something- he adds.
-f*ck he can see me- the man says with a panicked voice.
-I can hear you too-
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Stiles was f*cked, he was so damn f*cked, there was a man like a Greek god who not only can see him but also hear him perfectly, since his death he´s been wandering with no route and suddenly he was summoned into this man's house yesterday. more specifically, three teenage girls summoned him into their room, he was confused but when the man asked who he was he just thought it would not harm to tell his name. And he had the audacity of asking what a Stiles is… which excuse you... his name was good, great even.
And after the Greek god called his name he suddenly couldn't go back to Beacon Hills, his soul or whatever was trapped there in the house, he knew… he tried escaping twice and then just gave up and decided to rest in the bed of the greek god, if stiles had a body he would´ve fap once or twice with how good the room of the greek god smelled.
And now he has said Greek god looking at him in the eye with a scowl and telling him he could not only see him but hear him, Stiles was so f*cked, and as the f*cking idiot he is he opens his mouth.
-Hi, I… just resting a bit you know, sorry for your bed, even though I was kinda here but not here yesterday, I'm Stiles by the way, we met… well I met you yesterday… you know, by the Ouija- he ends up pointing awkwardly at the Ouija board Derek brought to his room yesterday.
Greek god looked at him hard enough like waiting for him to evaporate in the air, after some minutes of awkwardly looking, for stiles part, the man just stopped.
-Is too early for this bullsh*t- said Derek.
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Derek was not a morning person, in fact, he wasn´t even a day person, and this Stiles sh*t… it was too early, he couldn´t lead with this sh*t, he´ll get at least three more hours of sleep, then late breakfast, and maybe after that, he´ll do something about the ghost thing. Should he be more preoccupied? maybe, but the guy… ghost… yeah ghost looked inoffensive and almost too cute, he didn´t think he could do anything, considering he would just likely trespass everything so yes… he was getting some more hours of sleep.
He lay in his bed and sight loudly looking at the boy standing awkwardly, he phases the wall but the lingering eyes on his back make him turn around and say the most stupid sh*t to an unknown being.
-Make yourself comfortable or something… just let me sleep- after that, he sees the relief on the boy's shoulders as he takes a seat on the sofa in front of the bed and after some moments he lays back and closes his own eyes to Derek´s comfort.
Derek sleeps 5 hours and is awakened by something longing over his face, his now open eyes are met by the sight of Stiles looking at him like he has something in his face. -I still can't do this- Derek says after a moment.
And he cant, he can't do this ghost thing again.
-Dude… you´re being dramatic and I'm the one trapped here- stiles says back.
-I'm the one trapped here- Stiles repeats with a scowl, processing his own words -I shouldn´t be here, I'm supposed to be dead… I´m supposed to be in heaven or hell or somewhere, not Earth in some random dude's house- he starts rambling and pacing while slightly floating around the room -But what if this is some kind of punishment for what I did?- he asks himself
-What did you do?- Derek asks, but the boy does not listen still in his own mind. Derek watches him losing it and can´t find it in him to do anything about it.
-Is this hell?- the boy asks, finally stopping pacing around and looking at Derek with his big brown Bambi eyes.
-I don't think so-
Derek thinks that if this hell is definitely his and this obnoxious boy is the f*cking punishment, how can someone with no actual body smell so good, and be such a sight, he still thinks Stiles is the most beautiful being he has ever got the chance to see, and if he´s honest his fingers tingle wanting to touch him, but he can't, he literally can't.
-Listen- Derek Starts -We will sort this out okay? but you gotta be calm, I think i can get Deaton our emissary to help-
