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Stiles would have asked who in their right mind thought a kissing booth was a good idea for a fundraiser, except – oh, right – he’s on a lacrosse team populated entirely by male models.
Stiles’ cover is blown the day Derek gets hit by Allison’s arrow.
It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.
wherein: stiles is sexually frustrated, stiles gets a vibrator stuck in his ass, stiles calls derek to help him with it, there's some kink discovery, a few orgasms, and some feelings. yep, that's about it.
“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek's right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”
Derek kicks Stiles out of the full moon puppy piles; it takes Stiles a while to figure out why. And then he takes ~steps.
Across the loft, Cora claps her hands. “Okay, new rule. Any time Derek wants a date, one of us has to vet her first.” Scott, who’s actually upside down on Derek’s couch, in apparent celebration of their defeat of the alpha pack—which somehow ended with Kali trying to give Derek her number, and he still doesn’t know how that happened, because he’s the worst alpha ever—says, “You know who’s got really good people instincts?”
When Stiles starts pulling down Derek's burnt-out house, Derek finds himself letting him. He doesn't know why.
Wherein Stiles and Derek are both broken and doing more damage might just be what they both need to move on.