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“Ok. I’ve got a few shirts with me because I came here straight from work, but I think it’s going to be a tight fit. I know I’m not as skinny as I used to be but I’m not exactly the same hunky physique as you, oh grand macho werewolf,” Stiles shrugs.
Derek runs his eyes blatantly over Stiles’ chest.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Derek mutters, and he slams his mouth shut, teeth audibly clacking together, as if he really hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Stiles flushes but he heads upstairs to grab Derek a spare dark shirt. When he gets back to the kitchen, Derek’s already shed his dirty shirt and he’s helping himself to Stiles’ half empty mug of coffee, neck thrown back as he drinks.
Stiles literally looks to the heavens because he must have done something really good in a past life to be awarded with the sight of Derek Hale’s naked, very firm, slightly hairy torso parading around his dad’s kitchen before eleven in the morning.
Drinking his coffee. Stiles’ mouth had just been on that mug. Right where Derek’s mouth is.
By elementary school rules of dating (ie sharing a bottle, your mouth touching where someone else’s mouth was just touching, sharing cooties) they’re now married.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
30 Jun 2020
Stiles gets stuck on the man’s eyes; they are the strangest pale mix of grey, blue and hazel, the lights from the house making the silvers in his waistcoat reflect off them, colours dancing.
They are almost glowing. His eyes are positively wild.
The stranger’s intense gaze reminds Stiles of a thunder storm he’d once watched from the window of the kitchen at Beacon Manor, a myriad of shades bouncing in the sky, electric.
Stiles is as fascinated now as he was then. He wouldn’t be able to look away if you gave him twenty gold bars to do so.
Stiles notices, though the man is not wearing it, a silver and black mask is clutched in his broad hand.
Stiles licks his lips involuntarily and he touches his own fingers to his cheeks to ensure his own mask is still in place. The stranger tracks the movement, gaze following Stiles’ fingers, before seeming to catch himself.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
07 May 2020
“I am a total weirdo,” Derek shrugs, finally meeting his eyes and bookmarking his page.
Derek’s ridiculously glad to see him. A part of him thought he might not show up after Saturday’s debacle.
Stiles’ cheeks are flushed and he’s only wearing a t-shirt, sans his usual plaid over shirt. It’s been hot as hell this summer and Derek can smell clean sweat on him and his hair is a little wild, longer than it was last time he saw him, sticking up in places from the humidity.
Derek tries to scent the air as subtly as he can but Stiles’ eyes darken in response. He smells good.
His warm brown eyes narrow, clever gaze scrutinising Derek and his lips are pursed, but he doesn’t actually look angry anymore.
He looks confused. Exasperated even.
“Correct. You are a weirdo. And I like that about you, for the record. Usually. But Saturday... you were way more weird than normal. What’s going on Derek?” Stiles jabs a finger at him as he toes off his sneakers.
Derek had fallen for Stiles, hard.
He’d been in love with Stiles secretly for a long time anyway, but having him there in his home and having literally everything he’d ever wanted, offered to him on a plate, was just intoxicating.
Stiles was addictive.
Derek’s been sulking pretty much since the minute Stiles had left, soothed only by the fact that Stiles had given him the date he was planning on returning. Derek had marked the day on the calendar pinned to the fridge door, with a big red circle.
Cora had changed the circle into a heart and she’d drawn two stick men holding hands next to it, one with red eyes and thick eyebrows and one with a big smile and messy hair.
Derek hadn’t changed it back.
- Part 2 of Emotions like summer
Derek rakes his eyes over Stiles’ exposed arms and his gaze lingers on the lithe muscle there. The evidence of years of staying in shape, working as an FBI field agent is blatant and was he always that hairy?
Derek’s mesmerised by the dark hair running up his arms and it’s only when Stiles clears his throat and flails his hands at him that Derek manages to bring his eyes to his face.
Stiles’ brown hair is longer and he looks taller somehow, fitting his body in a way Derek’s never quite seen on him. He looks totally comfortable in himself, propped there against the jeep like he does this every day, like he’s not making Derek readjust his entire world view, just by being there.
Derek scents the air blatantly and he steps closer to him, pleased with the way Stiles’ heartbeat spikes a little, despite his cool demeanour.
“Hey Hale. Looking good,” Stiles grins, still not moving an inch, even when Derek’s only about a metre away.
- Part 1 of Emotions like summer
Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He'd watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he'd been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.
Or, the one where they ride dragons.
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23 May 2020