[ things... do feel weird, yeah. there's nothing else derek wants to say about rosalind, and stiles doesn't seem to think there's anything else to say about his clothes. there's this pall cast over them that stiles is trying to push through by changing topic, but. derek's stubborn, and he doesn't think stiles believes him, so he wants to just... say what he means with a little more conviction before they move on for good. ]
Stiles. I'm serious. I like how you dress. I already told you. I think you're attractive. Style included. I wouldn't lie to you about this. Stop being stupid. Okay? You're cute.
[ this past week he has literally jerked off to the thought of stiles wearing nothing but an open flannel shirt and it was a cumbersome and difficult experience because he had to use his other hand because his usual one is connected to an arm with a fucking bullet hole in it. he will fucking say that, if he has to. he's annoyed enough to do it, don't test him. stiles is fine.
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Stiles. I'm serious.
I like how you dress.
I already told you. I think you're attractive.
Style included.
I wouldn't lie to you about this.
Stop being stupid. Okay?
You're cute.
[ this past week he has literally jerked off to the thought of stiles wearing nothing but an open flannel shirt and it was a cumbersome and difficult experience because he had to use his other hand because his usual one is connected to an arm with a fucking bullet hole in it. he will fucking say that, if he has to. he's annoyed enough to do it, don't test him. stiles is fine.
anyway, jesus. chess board. ]
I did buy a chess board.
[ bought it as soon as he could. ]