Imagine Stiles taking pole dancing classes because he sees how much strength it takes to do that shit and he feels weak and inadequate and hopes it'll help him get stronger and maybe not so clumsy. Turns out he's a natural. And the day Derek crashes the class (he thinks its regular dancing) because he needs Stiles to help him research the newest weird shit and sees Stiles working the pole goes down in Beacon Hills history as the day Derek Hale walked into a metal pole and broke his nose.
There is literally nothing I can add to this post. It is perfect. Derek Hale accidentally walking into things because he’s too distracted by Stiles will forever be my aesthetic.
May Stiles go on to live a long and happy life as a pole dancing instructor and may Derek forever go walking into poles, falling into pools and tripping over trash cans because of it as long as they both shall live.
“You’re job is dangerous, Stiles.”
“Oh my god. I’ve been doing it for ten years, Derek. I think I’ll be fine.”
“I wasn’t talking about for you, you idiot.”
(meanwhile their kids are probably face palming in the back ground; all they wanted was normal parents but instead their dad gives pregnant women pole dancing lessons every Tuesday in their living room while playing the Star Wars theme tune while their papa has gone through his third pair of glasses this month alone because apparently parents aren’t too old to be love sick idiots)