Title: Good For You
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: Teen
Characters: Derek/Stiles
Length: 558 words
Content Notes: bullshit nutrition talk, OOC?
author notes: I haven't written fic in 6 or 7 months

"How can you eat that?" Derek asks with a scowl.

Stiles looks down at his handful of snacks and shrugs. Looks normal enough to him. "What? It's cereal."

"It's all sugar," Derek says. "That's not good for you."

"It's not all sugar, it's all berries" Stiles turns the packaging so Derek can see. 'Oops! All Berries' is emblazoned on the front of the box.

"You're human. Your body is a delicate system, and all the sugar you eat is bad for your blood and organs and even your brain."

"My body is delicate?" Stiles asks with narrowed eyes.

"Compared to mine, yes. It is," Derek says stubbornly.

"You're not allowed to tell me what to eat, dude. Besides, if I'm so delicate, then maybe you don't need to fuck me as hard and often as you do." Stiles says that last with wide, faux innocent eyes.

"As amusing as this conversation is becoming, please don't forget you have an audience," Peter says from the corner. He gestures at the pack, who are all sitting around staring at their alpha and his mate.

Stiles blushes but sticks his tongue out at Peter. Derek just continues to scowl.

"Just stop eating so much sugar and empty calories. And white, simple carbs. It's all bad for you," Derek grumbles.

"Just because you're my boyfriend…" Stiles starts to say.

"Mate," Derek growls.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Fine. Mate. But you don't get to tell me what to do because of it."

"I'm not… it's not an order, Stiles. Jesus. I just don't want you to get sick."

"He's been watching Youtube too much again," Peter interjects.

"I'm fine," Stiles tells Derek. "Stop watching internet doctors who monetize their 'medical' advice. Let me guess, they're all selling supplements?"

Derek doesn't answer that.

"Uh huh," Stiles says. "Keep watching that shit, you'll be telling me not to get vaccinated or to stop taking my Adderall. Dude—"

"Don't call me dude."

"Derek. Love of my life. Mate to my soul. Listen to me. I eat healthy foods and not-great foods, but none of it has moral value and none of it is going to kill me. Just let me be. I am my own person."

"I just worry," Derek grumbles.

"I know you do. And sometimes you overreact. Remember when you wanted me to go to the hospital over a 24-hour stomach virus? You called an ambulance. You almost had to pay for that, you know."

"Oops," Derek says, looking sheepish.

"Yeah. This is another of those 'oops' things. Just because I'm human doesn't mean my 'fragile' body needs micromanagement. I'm a lot more resilient than you think."

"I've had about enough of this. I think they're about to start fucking. Let's go get some pizza," Malia says loudly.

"I wouldn't mind staying," Peter says with an over-the-top salacious grin. But he gets up and follows the pack out, too.

"You good now?" Stiles asks Derek. "Do you need some more reassurance that I'm not fragile?"

Derek grabs him by the hips and brings him in for a kiss, growling low.

Stiles laughs. Catches his breath and wiggles away so he can run to the bedroom.

And proceeds to show Derek once more that he's plenty healthy. He has to be to keep up with a horny werewolf mate.