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ilya is obsessed with touching shane's face - part 2/2

“Big or little?” Derek mumbles.

Oh no. It’s dangerous now—the warmth spreading in Stiles’ chest. “Sorry, didn’t catch that. Might have to speak up.”

Derek death glares. “I can tear your body in half. With my teeth.”

The threat does nothing to discourage him. “Oh good, so you can talk normally. Before you mumbled—”

Derek shoves him back onto the couch and crushes his way into the crook of Stiles’ body, just to be an asshole! Derek knows Stiles is a top notch little spoon, a little spoon fanatic. He wiggles up between Derek and the couch cushions to be able to, y'know, see the TV screen.

He only partially forgives Derek because they rarely get to do a movie night together, and Derek agreed to watch one Star Wars movie after an entire year of finding the miniature lightsabers Stiles hid relentlessly throughout Derek's life to drive him insane and break him.

What?

He only ordered a pack of five hundred.

Derek has found one hundred and seventy-six of them.

He'll be fine.

And truly, Stiles is beyond excited for Derek to have the life-altering epiphany that is Star Wars, but ten minutes into the movie, where Stiles’ chin is resting on Derek's shoulder—again, to see anything—he starts to notice something peculiar.

“You smell different,” Stiles tells him, nosing his neck. Derek hums, gentle. It’s intentional then? Stiles breathes in his scent, unable to place it, but it’s so damn familiar. He definitely showered earlier. Stiles catches the hint of soap, but Derek's soaps are usually cleaner, crisp, fresh, that sort of thing. Sometimes a hint of fougère like aftershave. This is a little minty, but it’s not mint.

Why the hell can’t Stiles place it?

Ever since Stiles was bitten and his werefox senses kicked in, he'd realized they weren't as strong as the wolves. He needed more time to really parse something—that would be nonexistent to a human—out.

“It’s not bad, I hope,” Derek says when Stiles brushes his lips over Stiles' lightly stubbled throat, like tasting it will tell him.

“Familiar,” he mutters.

“Is it,” Derek asks, sounding vaguely surprised.

“Yeah,” Stiles confirms, a little too fixated. Derek's mouth twitches.

They continue to watch the movie, or Stiles tries, but holy shit, Derek smells good. This is obviously part of his ploy to switch the trolley's track off of the best franchise of all time and toward running Stiles over to get out of it, Stiles isn’t that stupid. Although he does like being tied up. ....But what is it?! How did Derek know he would like it this much? He’s never told Derek anything about minty goodness anything! It’s not even in his top favorite scents!

Stiles frowns. “Is it mine?” He asks, dumbly.

“Is what yours?” Derek talks without looking away from the screen. His eyes pull away though when Stiles frowns back at him, miffed. “Are you even paying attention? This is your movie pick.”

“Whatever’s on your neck,” Stiles clarifies.

“No. It's not your scent."

Stiles settles back in. Or tries. Again.

“Stop breathing on me,” Derek mutters, nudging him with an elbow. He shoots Stiles a look that indicates annoyance isn’t the problem. Werewolves are quick to react to any stimulation, really, and Derek's an Alpha, which makes him extra... everything. Reactive. Dominating. It’s not like the smell itself of the mystery fragrance turns Stiles’ on. ...Maybe Derek wearing it for him does, a little, on principle.

But they're watching Star Wars. Yep. Stiles isn't distracted at all, and Derek smells normal, like his normal, sexy self—

Oh, fuck this.

He presses his mouth to Derek's throat and he kisses and tests a lick, and it tastes good too, he thinks it actually tastes better than it smells, and Derek breathes out a slow, slow controlled breath that Stiles likes the sound of.

“How the hell do you smell this good?” Stiles murmurs against his throat, under the low pitch of the movie.

Derek doesn’t answer him. He rolls over, right on top of Stiles, and kisses him.

“I wanna lick this shit off you,” Stiles murmurs with barely any space between their mouths. “Please tell me it’s not all over your body.”

“Just my throat,” Derek breathes out in amusement. “Maybe I should have.”

He grinds down against Stiles and Stiles groans out a soft noise. He flips them back over, because two can play at that game, cocky bastard. He does have werefox strength! It's just. Foxes are weaker than wolves too. But whatever!

Stiles stuffs his face into the side of Derek's neck and huffs. He inhales deeply and shamelessly, absolutely flabbergasted when he starts feeling lightheaded and warm-fuzzy. Just a tinge. Okay. Maybe he regrets flipping them over now. He's going all soft-limbed and melting down against Derek's chest, resuming one of his favorite aftercare positions.

Derek threads a hand in his hair, letting Stiles cuddle down against him and breathe in his throat. He's pretty sure his eyes have shifted to their were orange.

“What’re you wearing?” Stiles finally remembers to insist.

“Cat nip.”

Stiles pulls back at the audacity, squinting accusatorily at him. “...what?”

Derek raises his eyebrows, nonplussed, again, like an asshole. “Modified cat nip,” he expands. Stiles has to bravely ignore the shiver down his spine when Derek's hand combs through his hair. “Kira gives it to the foxes in her yard.”

Stiles slow-blinks as he processes, probably because he's drugged! “Why?”

“She… has foxes in her yard.”

“Derek. Why are you wearing… I’m not—I’m not a fox! Not a literal one. And I don’t need to be drugged to want to cuddle. I cuddle freely—enthusiastically!”

“Stiles. Kira sprayed me as a joke.” Derek hesitates, his hand running down the top of Stiles’ back in concern. “Is it actually affecting you? I just thought you would like the smell.”

Stiles considers, which is apparently a telltale that it is and has already affected him, when Derek moves to get off. “Fuck. Sorry. I'll shower—”

“No!” He blurts out loud enough to make Derek stall in his retreat. “Last I checked, catnip isn't mind control. I'm just more...” Stiles flaps a hand around unhelpfully. “Realxed. It's nice.”

“Nice,” Derek repeats uncertainly.

“Oh, yeah. Nice. The nicest. Just like you, when you spoon me and finish watching the best movie of all time with me.” Stiles grabs Derek's hand and pulls him back down to the couch. "Okay, well, it's not the best one, but there's an order we have to go in. And if you broke after one hundred and seventy-six lightsabers, we're definitely getting a few more in."

Nerves settling, Derek eyes him very unimpressed at the confession; though he cuddles up behind Stiles as requested, and Stiles knows it means something important, something significant, that instead of facing the tv screen for prime viewing, he curls into Derek's chest, just to breathe and wonder if it's the catnip at all.

(Gif source)

These two gifs right here are the most important sticking points of S2.

This right here is why no one will ever tell me Stiles isn't considered a part of the Hale pack or that Scott isn't a terrible friend.

Up until now, Stiles has not been friends with Erica and Boyd. They were at odds for most of the season and barely even reluctant allies before those two decided to leave. Erica's gotten violent with Stiles more than once, and I'm sure Boyd would have too if it'd been necessary. But even with all that, the moment he sees them, he's shocked and immediately goes to help, even though they are in the Argents' actual basement and most definitely being watched and can't escape. He still tries to help them, hell, he even tries to help Erica first. After all they shit they put him through, he's still trying. Which is why any good "Boyd and Erica live" AUs should include this moment because I fully believe they would have unintentionally and instinctively pack bonded to Stiles.

As for the second one.... The makeup team wussed out on Stiles’s injuries, no joke. Look how Gerard is hitting him. Even if he is an older man with cancer, it's made clear that hunters are in excellent physical shape, need to be in order to do what they do, and in the very first episode, Gerard is shown to have the wherewithal to cut an adult man in half with a sword in one swing. Even with a sharp-sharp blade, that takes strength. And he's definitely not pulling his punches, considering Gerard is doing this to send a message to Scott. How Stiles looked in canon, that was a work email at best. That's not a message. Stiles shouldn't have had a little scrape and a cut lip. I've looked worse than that after knocking a light shelf down on my face. No, he should have looked more like post-Russian Steve Harrington (iykyk).

And we get no acknowledgement of this from Scott. No bro moment, no "whoa, what happened to you?", no angst of "this is my fault," just a passing line of "Oh they found Stiles" and that's it. Not even after the action is over do we see them discuss it. Jesus, Scott. No wonder Stiles spent the summer hanging with Derek.

Speaking of, this is also why I find Boyd’s line to Stiles, "I would have told you, but we aren't actually friends," in 3A infuriating. Really, Vernon? He's not your friend? You saw him get his face beat in after trying to save you and Erica from the hunters, and he's not your friend?He spent his summer looking for you both while Scott did fuckall, and he's not your friend? He willingly spent time with Scarf Boy, and he's not your friend? He planned a bank heist with Peter, and he's not your friend? I'd definitely say he's more than a passing acquaintance, Vernon. If that doesn't at least warrant sitting together at lunch, I don't know what would.

But noooo, Stiles isn't allowed to have friends outside of Scott, especially not in Derek’s pack, so we got that bullshit instead.

all of this

peter hale appreciation week ➤ day seven

Steter- Middle of the Night

I’m sure it’s been said before, but this is a great example of why Derek is the most believable werewolf on the show. Tyler Hoechlin leaned into the physicality of it, made Derek look more animal, more real. Showing all the teeth he can, that’s the most classic predator threat in the animal kingdom. Even the little tongue thing, that’s very canine. Wolves do that when they’re baring their teeth, so even though it looks like a strange thing for a person to do, on a werewolf, it tracks completely.

Also this thing he does, the little snap of teeth when he’s growling/posturing aggressively. Another wolf behaviour.

I know for a damn fact that Jeff Dingus didn’t care about these details, which means they’re solidly acting choices made by Hoechlin, and it makes it so much better.

Also, I know it’s a kind of fandom joke, Stiles being able to read Derek’s eyebrows, but in full seriousness, that isn’t all that unlikely. Peter did the same thing when he asked to keep Talia’s claws. Derek doesn’t say a word, but they have an entire conversation just by Peter reading Derek’s expressions/body language. Which is how wolves communicate. It makes a lot more sense to think about born werewolves being more aware of nonverbal cues than bitten ones, and how Peter and Derek (the only two born wolves so far) can so easily understand each other even without speaking.

Derek Hale is the best werewolf character in the show.

#we love a good callback

Derek who’s fangs keep lengthening when he gets close to Stiles and he’s having full blown panic attacks that he’s losing his control and is going to attack Stiles.

“Does your dick get hard too?” Peter asks when he finally confesses that something about Stiles is making him feral.

“Wha- how dare you even ask that?” Derek sputters, beet red.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s making you lose control in the way you think.” Peter shrugs.

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