my dashboard did a funny thing lol. @arlos-warm-drpepper @hedwig221b
I think "Don't call me dude" and Derek "Allergic to Doors and thus enters Stiles' room via the window" Hale are both fanon 😂😂 because afaik he did it maybe once? out of necessity? but i don't remember if it was shown or if the fandom decided he just Dit It.
These two are such sterek staples that whoever came up it should definitely be in Elysium. They deserve lifetime paradise, seriously.
tags: Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Cheesy, Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Implied Sexual Content
a/n: inspired by a reel on instagram. and the title is from Taylor's song "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince."
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The tabs opened on his chrome browser make no sense. Not one bit. But he supposes that's just a representation of his own mind, and his morbid curiosity, and whose fault is that, really? No one's. Perhaps his mom's — but no more than it's his dad's to have given him his obsession with everything non-sensical. His dad just has to find patterns, and really, maybe his entire problem is that he is the combination of two very weirdly specific people.
What was he working on, again?
He squints at the tabs. There's too many of them, the edges stuck together so close it's like one long continuous tab instead, but he can see the lines between them, even if deciphering which tab is what is proving difficult. He could have used separate windows, but oh no, all sane ideas come to him after things are said and done.
Seriously, what was he working on?
"What are you working on?"
"What the fuck!"
The sound of another person in the room, so close to his ear, hot breath on the left side of his neck, has him jumping and flailing on his desk chair.
Rough and familiar hands grab him so that he doesn't brain himself against the floor by falling right off the chair, and he curses, because this is his life.
Once he's sitting straight, he glares up at the smirking asshole beside him. "Fuck you," he says, with feeling. "I'm giving you a bell for Christmas!"
Derek's lips tick upwards, like ha ha, that's funny. Funny that Stiles thinks he could get away with that. "My birthday gift has to be something good, then."
"I'll show a good gift!"
"That's what I am saying, Stiles."
"Ugh, you're fucking annoying." He's still glaring up at Derek, the angle not kind to his neck, so he looks back down at the screen. Derek just moves closer, a line of heat against his side that has Stiles' anger nearly melting off, but no! He'll persist.
Distraction. Yes. That is what he needs, so he clicks his mouse rather aggressively and moves the arrow to one of the tabs randomly. The title of it hovers over the tab as he does so, and Stiles wonders what could have prompted him to look at a YouTube video of making a DIY skirt from old clothes.
"You would look good in a short red skirt." Derek says this right into his left ear, his lips moving along his skin, from the top of his ear to the bottom of it, and because he's obnoxious, Derek bites his earlobe, too.
"Go away!" He slaps at Derek's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs at his half-hearted attempts. "Nuh uh, you're distracting me and I- I have work!"
"What work?"
Stiles doesn't really remember.
"You forgot, didn't you?" Derek just laughs some more, his hands wrapping around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles pouts. "Search something for me."
"You have your own smartphone and internet, Distractingwolf!"
"But I also have you," Derek states this, a smile in his voice, and hey, it's true.
Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Sap," before asking, "What?"
"I want to check something, but there's a condition."
Stiles cocks his eyebrow, just like Derek does. He's been spending too much time with Derek, and it's because of shit like this: Derek likes to climb the side of the Sheriff's house, get inside the Sheriff's barely-legal son's bedroom, and spend time either glaring at Stiles, pushing him onto surfaces like the door and walls and the bed and kissing him, or making him do random internet searches that 99% of the time happens to be information of a new supernatural creature they have to deal with.
Point is, Stiles has been spending too much time with Derek, and he loves it a fucking lot.
"Condition, huh? You getting kinky on me, Sourwolf?"
Derek moves around his chair so that his bulging biceps and sexy, veiny arms — that he knows are there below the leather jacket and the henley because he's seen his boyfriend shirtless, even if unfortunately they haven't wandered down to pantless situations — brackets him between the desk and the chair. The movement also pushes his chair further towards the desk, just a little, and Derek's chin rests on top of Stiles' hair.
"Maybe." Stiles' whole body shivers at the thought of it. They haven't had sex, but Stiles yaps about it, thinks about it often. Wants to take Derek in his mouth, wants Derek to have his way with him. He wants, and wishes, for Derek to be inside him — pound him so hard he forgets what life is, just for a moment or two or more. He's seen the alpha strength, and it's too much. Perfect. "Stiles."
"You can't blame a guy for wanting to have sex with his hot werewolf boyfriend," he retorts, huffing at the reprimand. "I can wait until you are ready, and I will, but I can think about it, can't I?"
Derek doesn't answer him, just puts his hand over Stiles' on the mouse and moves it the way he likes it. Stiles wants to be that, a ragdoll under Derek's ministrations, and nope, he can't pop a boner right now. He wants sex, but he respects Derek. But he's also a healthy ninetenn-year-old young man, and there goes his dick in his sweatpants, chubbing up like a balloon being filled with air.
Derek opens up a new window and goes to Google, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles' thigh. Stiles' breath hitches.
"Stiles," Derek's voice is low, his sex-voice. They've never done handjobs, or blowjobs, or any real dick-on-dick or hand-on-dick or mouth-on-dick action, but they have done phone sex, and about 50% of Stiles' brain, at this point, is filled with how Derek sounds when he's turned on, commanding. Close to coming, post-pleasure. Stiles knows this voice, too.
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to," Stiles says, and he means it. Derek's head dips down and he kisses Stiles on the neck, a silent acknowledgement — Derek knows Stiles won't force him. It's okay.
"You always say 'hot werewolf boyfriend.' Not just 'hot boyfriend.' Why."
"Inflection, alpha, that's a thing." Derek pinches his thigh, and Stiles lets out a small sound at the sudden action, then grins. "You are a hot werewolf." He turns his head, pulls with his own free hand, his left hand, the one not trapped beneath Derek's on the mouse, and has Derek's head turn towards him. He kisses him, sure once, sure twice, and third time just because. Derek's eyes are intense on him as he pulls back. "I like all of you. I'd shout it out of the rooftops of all the buildings in the town if I was allowed to, Derek."
Derek smiles, and Stiles' heart beats triple time in his chest, which suddenly feels too small for everything Derek makes him feel.
They stare at one another for one more moment, and then they turn towards the screen, the cursor having moved on the screen, evidently because of their absent grip on the mouse. Derek takes his hand back and Stiles misses the warmth, but he dutifully leans forward to type in Derek's enquiry of the evening.
"Stiles, kiss me if I'm wrong, but Dinosaurs still exist, right?"
Stiles' hand spams on top of the keyboard.
He waits for the punchline to come.
When it doesn't, he gets up, turns, flails at his dork of a boyfriend, who is grinning at him, cocky and full of shit, and punches him in the chest.
"I take it back. I don't want anybody to know you belong to me. Fuck you, Derek Hale."
"Actually, I asked for a kiss, and only on the condition that I'm wrong."
"Oh, you're so, so wrong, you jerk, and you're gonna pay for it."
Stiles has now pulled the uno reverse card and boxed in Derek against his bed. Derek cocks his eyebrow at him. "Oh?"
"Yeah, oh. You're gonna kiss me, like, a 1000 times! That was the worst pick up line ever, what the fuck, who is teaching you these things?!"
Stiles pushes Derek onto his bed and starts peppering kisses on Derek's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and of course, his lips. After a while, Derek flips them over, and they cuddle, and then they lazily make-out until their lips are swollen and red.
Derek is asleep after that, and thank god for his dad's out of town police conference, and Stiles falls asleep, too.
And that's how Stiles completely forgets about his presentation due on Monday, which is a day after.
(Derek helps him with it, and they spend the whole of Sunday making out, cuddling, and trying to out-do each other with worse and worse pick-up lines. Derek wins, because apparently he is the king of those, and Stiles just falls in deeper, his chest feels even smaller, and his feelings for Derek just seem like something he can't possibly have, too precious and important and so, so much).
ok so i kind of want a canon divergent fic where Stiles & Derek know each other from their childhood (Derek is like 3-4 years older than him and used to pick up Cora from the same daycare maybe?)
the plot doesn't change till s3's finale, minus some of the character's deaths. Boyd, Erica, Allison — they all live. except, see, except stiles knows derek.
and derek knows stiles.
so post nogitsune arc where everyone can finally breathe, there is no other danger that is incoming, stiles pesters derek to call a "pack night" and derek begrudgingly texts so in the group named "awooo plus others." everyone's first thought is that derek has been possessed, or something, but then stiles records a video of derek saying it too and sends it via derek's phone. nobody questions who took the video, and they all come together for the pack night.
on the day of, everyone trickles in slowly, except stiles who was literally the first to arrive. he had derek go with him to buy snacks and groceries, and then they both come back to the loft to make food for everyone else. they have a mini food fight, and stiles' white shirt is littered with all sorts of condiments and food, so derek lends him one of his henley's.
"Dude, doesn't this hurt your werewolf sensibility?" Stiles asks, the henley in his hands. Derek rolls his eyes.
"Shut up, Stiles."
(he'll not admit it for a long while, but derek loves stiles' scent clinging to his own).
and then once everyone is there, derek and stiles realize simultaneously that there's not enough room for everyone to sit around, even if some people sit down on the floor. there's only one big couch, one armchair, and the rest is carpet around the sitting area, which isn't too big. which means that lydia, allison, scott, and jackson have taken the couch; peter has taken the armchair; isaac, boyd, erica, kira, and cora have taken the space on the floor in a way that there is literally only one person's space left, and that too is a squeeze. it's clear that scott was gonna ask stiles to squeeze on the couch with them, and that the floor space, beside cora, is meant for derek.
what happens is derek picks up the tv remote and stiles hands everyone their snacks and puts the rest on the coffee table, and then derek sits down on the floor, and stiles, without a single thought and without a single glance at scott, who is trying to motion for stiles to come sit on the couch, sits in the v of derek's legs. derek, of course, puts his arm around stiles' waist and pulls him closer, so that stiles is sitting on his lap, and they have one (1) bowl of popcorn between them that is half salt, half tomato. derek gives the remote to stiles and takes the bowl.
stiles is muttering about choosing a film. he insists, "since i called this pack meeting, i'll choose the film," to which erica says:
"batman, you called the meeting?"
derek scoffs when stiles puts on star wars. neither of them is paying any attention to the others, and cora and peter are enjoying the not-so-silent freak out from the others.
derek says, "not again, stiles."
"inflection, derbear, inflection! it is the soul—"
"—soul of language. yes, i know, stiles. but i fight—"
"—against the periods and commas because it's entertaining to see you squirm. i mean me. it's funny to you to see me squirm, you asshole!"
derek just smirks, and snatches the remote to fast-forward the beginning credits, to which stiles sings holy murder and snatches it back and rewinds to the beginning.
"great, now we have to watch it again. why do you never learn, derek?" cora gripes, and peter is just watching in amazement as lydia's eyes go big with the new information. she's getting it.
the movie starts, but nobody but derek and stiles are actually watching it. cora is sort of into it, but she's not into rewatching, so she's on her phone. peter is into watching and betting who will break first. the others are entirely focused on how derek and stiles are interacting, like stiles isn't fucking afraid of derek (at this point derek is still the angry, will break your hand in training if you piss me off alpha; at least to them), and that derek isn't fucking annoyed by stiles.
stiles and derek are just. chilling. throughout the movie, stiles settles into derek, and derek wraps his arms around stiles, and they're cuddling.
derek feeds stiles once every five minutes, because stiles just turns his head and says softly, "der." after the first 2 times, stiles doesn't even have to turn. once their popcorn is over, stiles reaches over and takes the hot dogs — nobody says anything about him taking four of it (one by one, not all at once) because duh — and eats one bite, then leans back to feed it to derek, and then just stays there while alternating the bites.
stiles is super engrossed in watching so he's 1000% oblivious to his surroundings, but derek isn't, and he's just fucking proud of providing for stiles and having him in his arms, showing stiles off as his.
he just doesn't give a shit to answer the other's questions.
so just. yeah. this. where derek and stiles are childhood friends, true mates, and nobody knows how close they are until they do, and they're like "wtf???" while derek is just super duper possessive and proud and stiles is oblivious until comments from the pack members makes him rethink things and he like stops doing the things he normal does with derek (scenting, cuddling, touching derek every chance he gets, spending all of his free time with derek... yeah). day 1 has stiles antsy. day 2 has derek angry at his pack because of course they're behind his stiles-starvation. day 3 has stiles having an epiphany and derek whining outside stiles' window until stiles lets him in and says, "how long have i been stupid?"
"this is the 3rd day."
"not — no. i mean like... how long have we been dating without dating?"
derek's eyes widen. heartbeat is going crazy. "you don't mind?"
"you have literally been treating out interactions as if we are mated, dude. i don't think that question has any merit now."
"don't call me dude."
"can i call you mine, then?"
and he goes to kiss derek when derek just smiles, this bashful little small smile, but derek backs off.
stiles sighs. "we are engaged to be mated, huh?"
"engaged to be engaged to be mated, actually."
"you mean to say you've basically pre-ordered me?!"
derek is horrified. "no! what the hell, stiles?"
"NOW you use inflection? wow."
they go back to cuddling like crazy, except now derek kisses stiles on the head, forehead, and knuckles, and stiles combusts every time because that is so sweet.
the pack never do get over this development. they get over stiles having magic in a week, tops, but derek and stiles? as alpha and future alpha mate? yeah no. impossible. still unbelievable. every pack night they watch these two instead of the movies, because it is one of the few times derek actually lets his guard down and acts non-asshole-ish to them.
So many people coming for Soldier Boy's writing being ass this season, when he's just a man with no moral compass.
His conviction comes from a mix of info he has and his feelings, like most humans. He's a foil to Homelander, who was raised as a lab-rat, conditioned to always wanting approval and never getting it; someone who doesn't understand that actions have consequences because that's human. And Homelander's not a human, he's God.
Soldier Boy grew up as a boy and then man who also wanted approval but never got it, until he got the golden chance to get the V1 in his system. Then, he was a star and no-one could touch him, except people did and tore his trust to pieces. Not saying he's a great fucking guy, because no-one in this show really is, but he's got a heart and it's been churned like butter and poured to shit. So, yeah, SB's got more feelings than he does information, because every new info is treated as mistrust, and then judged as untrustworthiness, and then baked into half-thought decisions that seem right at the time.
Ep 4, he got emotional and angry at the tree dude, blasted said dude to literal death, and let The Boys go believing he's gonna have his son kill him once he does get free from the uranium chamber. Instead, Homelander saw his crying face (something which I believe made SB fall from the pedestal in his mind, he's a mere human who has emotions, and also, he's someone i want to be proud of me, and also, i think, we loved the same woman. that's got to amount to something for him) and let him live.
SB chose to see this as an act of grudging respect. A kind of approval from his blood, and from the woman he loved, who must have seen something in Homelander to have chosen him. I don't think he realized then, that Homelander loved Stormfront, like H rightly guessed about SB (because he's been smart, but he's putting his superiority and his conviction of being correct over fact recently).
Then, ep 5. A budding father-son outing to kill people, gather V1, the family business you know. SB's already made up his mind about his son, and we get to see that in this ep with his, "he's my fucking asexual weirdo," while looking at Malchemical. (A wild Jacting choice, lol, to look at the angel whilst saying that). There's also the parallel of a woman, Fire-Cracker, becoming the bridge to, heh, bridge the gap between the two completely.
"Pillow Talk?"
SB's also smart, he knows H's temperament, but he, imo, did not think beyond the fact of "bonding with my son" and spilled the beans on that one. Homelander, too, in a moment of utter shock to everyone, gave her the chance to pack up and leave. But she didn't have anyone outside on her team, because she burned her bridges, she was desperate, you see? And desperation means keep talking, and assuming her faith will save her, but ultimately its Homelander and he's got his conviction of being a Higher Being, but he doesn't have the compassion for it. He has a complex instead, and she misspoke, called him a man; We see her dead body in ep 6, and there's that consequence, which SB probably didn't care enough to ponder on when he started with "pillow talk."
Ep 6, SB is proud of Homelander but doesn't want to show it to him. He's warming up to the guy, accepting him against all weirdness, and then he sees the goddamn sex video of amputee Stormfront/Clara and Homelander, the woman they both love, and realizes that the base of that love was always Clara telling him he's the strongest fucking Supe, except at that time Homelander wasn't born yet, and in this video he's obviously there and Clara's there and the glass shatters and makes SB bleed.
Homelander realizes this is Sage's trick, tells SB so, but the anger burns and they split. Well, SB lives. What do you do when you realize you changed who you are to become strong, to become the best, and were treated so for a long while, and then the person who made you feel so special actually found someeone better than you and it's your goddamn son?
You're not special. You were just a placeholder. And then, you see your friend from ages ago, also immortal, whose love is alive and denying V1, a chance of immortality together, and you realize love is difficult no matter who it is. It's a stupid agony inducing heart palpitation.
Basically: Bombsight's and Geisha's lasting love, and that little speech about, "You were everything that Clara wanted," was a narrative set-up to put two wolves inside SB. One who hates Homelander because Clara loved him more, and the other who loves Clara too much and sees her vision more than he sees his hatred.
And there it is. The man with trust issues and volatile moments of emotional epiphanies, who thinks of now and not the consequences, and the V1 needle is handed over to Homelander and his insatiable, psychological, nerve-wracking delusion of being God himself when he's nothing but an experiment gone awfully wrong. He's the product of humans playing God and unleashing the flood, except there's no Noah's Ark this time.
SB isn't changing sides. He has none. He doesn't have a purpose, and its narratively woven, rather than being genuine "ass writing." Kripke has many flaws, but nobody can deny that S1-S5 of Supernatural weren't narratively tight.
Having a baby all by yourself — and I mean that in the sense that Agatha used magic to create Nicky — is against the universe's laws. Humans cannot do this. They cannot reproduce by any other means than doing the devil's tango. The pentagram cannot be a stand-in for the D for Deed.
(had to put a read more because it got too long + spoilers for ep 8 & 9)
But Agatha did it. And it was against the balance of the universe, and Rio came to take care of it, but did not. She heeded Agatha's pleas. She bent the laws of the universe for her, hence the "no one has had special treatment like you."
Someone's post said how tragic it was from the start, this relationship, from Rio's pov. How she did everything in her power for Agatha, and Agatha still hated her, and in the end told her "you gave me nothing. you took." And that was why Rio went completely wacko in the end — she has pursued this woman through centuries, and now this is what she gets? this is the culmination of their relationship, Agatha telling her she did nothing for her?
I'm thinking that they met the very first time Agatha killed someone. Maybe. Her power is basically uncontrollable siphoning right? And she can stop, but as a child she wouldn't have been able to; couldn't. Her coven was scared of her, so they tried to call her evil and kill her. Except it backfired and even the whole coven itself couldn't take on Agatha.
Anyways. So. Agatha keeps killing people, maybe in her late teens/young adult age? Because in the flashbacks she's definitely not a child when her coven ties her to the burning pole. Maybe she's already killed someone, very recently, and Rio takes notice.
Then suddenly, whole pile of witches ends up on her doorstep. So Rio is super intrigued and makes her way to Agatha. Why would she lie? She tells Agatha she's The Green Witch, maybe even that she is Death. I imagine a sort of Lucifer's "I don't lie" thing with Rio. She has no reason to lie, she only omits information, and Agatha is... special, to her. There literally is no reason to lie.
So they meet when Agatha learns the true shade of betrayal, and then, as Agatha starts becoming the Coven-Less Witch she chooses to be, Rio is the only constant by her side. That's why they know each other prior to Nicky.
Nicky's birth is definitely planned, and whatever brings it on must also have been discussed beforehand. Because when Rio shows up, Agatha isn't just scared — she anticipated it. Why would she scared of her partner showing up when she's going through labour? She's scared not just because Rio showing up is Bad, but because, maybe, Rio had warned her but she'd still gone ahead with it, and Agatha, used to getting her way, could not lose this baby. Her baby, made from scratch.
So Agatha is scared, and she knows this is against the laws of the universe, but she still commits, and there's 6 years that she gets with her son. It is Agatha's powers keeping him alive, because what is made of magic must live because of magic. It is like a spell, maybe? That you have to keep chanting to have its effect Be There. So Agatha has to have power, and she gets stronger by killing witches.
Afterwards, when Nicky is gone and Agatha kills, maybe Rio tries showing up once or twice, but it's not a nice meeting. Agatha is grief-stricken and enraged, while Rio decides she can give Agatha space. Thing is, that space doesn't really last long, and after a couple times of not-meeting post-deaths via Agatha, their meetings turn charged... with resentment from both sides. And it just keeps souring until they're more enemies than lovers. Yet, Rio's affection doesn't die (pun intended) — Agatha's though... she's gone through centuries of heartbreak, trying to gain power enough to bring back Nicky again, or more likely (imo) to never die, but not because Death won't allow her... but because Agatha herself has such immense power that she is immune. By herself.
That's why she gets the Darkhold. Learns of the Scarlet Witch, the one so powerful she can bend reality itself to make it what she desires, and then she discovers this power in Wanda. Wanda, a woman who, in her grief, chose to create a false dome of reality where her partner is alive and they have children.
Wanda's dome collapses, but Billy survives. Despite the odds, unlike Nicky, Billy survives.
Of course Agatha wants it to have been Nicky. She knows he isn't, but she can wish it, hope it. Can't she?
Though this does bring up the question of that Darkhold in the cradle; is it because Billy knew this rumor that we all saw that flashback? but that doesn't make sense at all. He didn't know anyone else's trauma, did he? not at that point. So why do we see this flashback for Agatha? A red herring makes sense in at least one way, despite being a false road of assumptions. So, why? I can't get my head around it.
Apologies if this post is all over the place. I just have SO MANY THOUGHTS about Agatha and her reasons for doing things, and Rio. The whole show is a masterpiece, and I hope there's a season 2, because yes there are answers to be given — Tommy to be reunited with Billy — and so, so much more. Keep the same crew (I doubt the whole cast of s1 can make it back cuz... um... Rio is great at her job?) please.
It feels like an entity of his own, the way his blood rushes inside his body, the way his bones and flesh too small to hold what he's feeling. It feels like he's one of those poor people the alien's egg is going to incubate in, tear through him to become the deeply terrifying, shapeless, haunting monster.
This feeling is overwhelming, something he can't really name. But it's not unwelcomed. It is, in some fucked up way, like a call to him — he feels that rush of power, of trust, too. The call to his magic. The way his breaths come out calmer.
He can't really name it, not really, but he knows this feeling is the most important thing he possesses.
So it's not really a shock when the demon looks at him and only him, one arm out like he's going to snatch it without permission, a sharp grin on its borrowed face. "You," the demon beckons, and Derek snarls, protective. Derek moves in front of him, like it's going to stop the demon. Like there's anything they can do except take this deal. The demon laughs, reedy and evil, and he's sure the person doesn't sound like this; this demon has taken over completely, and Stiles doubts they can save the man who is being possessed at the moment.
"What do you want?" Derek's fang slur his question, but he's understandable, and Stiles puts his hand on Derek's shoulder, pulls him by his soft henley. They were on a walk around the preserve, a routine perimeter check, but here they stand now, in the middle of this clearing where kids had definitely messed around in and found the fuck out.
The camping bags are still warm, but the trail to the kids has gone cold. Unless they take this deal.
"I told you, wolf," the demon sing-songs, and Stiles wonders where he got this body from. The man is clearly in his 30's, light brown hair, hazelnut skin, brown eyes. He cannot be one of the people who summoned the demon, here. "I want what's most precious to your pet."
Derek's been growling all this time, but now he roars, all restraint broken under the clearly verbalized threat.
Only Stiles' hand on Derek's shoulder stops him from leaping at the demon.
"Derek," he says, concerned. They have no idea how to deal with demons that aren't evil fox spirits. "Maybe this is the only way."
And he wants out. He knows what are his most precious things — his feelings. Especially for him. He wants to get rid of it, because there's rarely anything as painful as feeling like your world tilts on its axis when you know theirs stays the same. They're friends, and pack, and that is all they can be.
It would be okay to lose these feelings.
"Listen to him, listen to him!"
"Stiles, don't you dare move!"
Stiles moves around Derek and is again in front of the demon. "Will you leave, then? Never to come back?"
"I'd do you one better — I shall forbid any other of my kind to come back here."
Derek doesn't grab him back, but he does verbally accuse Stiles of being stupid. Stiles is grateful for their relationship to have come to a point where Derek knows better than to stop him when he's set his mind, and he's really fucking gonna miss his bubbling mess of a heart later.
"Deal," he says, and there the lips come, cold and cruel; a quick, dirty kiss that leaves Stiles gasping for breath.
He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, it's to Derek hovering over him worriedly. It makes Stiles feel packed, so he pushes Derek backwards, and stomps his way back towards the Loft.