Stiles has never done well with silence and they both know it.
Put like that, from his dad's point of view there is only one reason why Derek would be anywhere near his room in the middle of the night. Not so that anyone would notice at first glance, but Stiles feels it acutely.
He knows Stiles with spill everything just as soon as he gets the chance to finally talk again. "Shh, I'm reading the paper, Stiles.""It's not what you think, Dad," Stiles tries again."Hmm," his dad says.
"Daaaad." Stiles glares at the paper - not being able to read his dad's expressions is not the best way to do this, but he can deal.
Later in the fic, Derek does something similar - he kisses Stiles in front of other people in a way that's supposed to make Stiles feel uncomfortable. Stiles and Derek are both in a position to stop what's going on (Stiles does stop it, actually) and they don't feel particularly violated by the other, but I figured full disclosure might be the best way to go anyway. "Basically they eat tons of popcorn and chips and watch every single animated Disney movie made between 19 until they pass out on the sofa. My house, my rules, so back off and tell me what you found." He punctuates his words by giving Derek a small shove. I can wait." He flops backwards onto his bed, hissing when his head hits the headboard with a dull thunk.
(There is also a scene where a woman aggressively flirts with Derek in a way that makes him uncomfortable.)- There are brief mentions of homophobic comments made towards Stiles.- This fic is set post-3b and includes some elements from season 4 (such as the character of Malia Tate, although her relationship with Stiles is a different one to the one seen in canon) and vaguely references others (Kate). They're having family night, so he can't get away.""It's 1 am. They're probably not even halfway through Aladdin yet and Scott and his mom always stay awake until after The Lion King because you can't miss The Lion King. "Well, do you want to know what I found out about Samorog or not? That should loosen you up a little."Derek narrows his eyes and takes a step forward, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smirk when Stiles gulps and takes a step back."Hey! Derek, not willing to give even an inch, just rolls his eyes as Stiles shoots him a betrayed look and shakes the pain out of his hand. "Ow, ow, ow," Stiles moans, rubbing the back of his head.