It does seem to be a fan favorite, actually. [ Mostly because of the fact that neither of them really gave much of a shit about their appearances, because Derek remembers what basically amounted to wolf whistling and congratulations when the episode went up for that one. Also Stiles' mortification about it later, after he actually watched it himself. Derek, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less because he was happy. Seeing Stiles like that whenever he wanted, having Stiles like that.
He could have a lifetime of it, now.
Eyebrows raising as he watches Stiles jitter closer, staying as stationary as possible despite the fact that he just wants to haul himself through the window to touch Stiles. Once he's there, like this is some cliche Romeo and Juliet scene at Juliet's window, he lets himself move towards him more, head bowed forward and smile splitting his expression in two. ] I have a personal favorite, though.
[ If his smile could break off of his face, it probably would. The Sex Cake incident had been one of Stiles' actual favorites--actually, probably one of his favorite days in the history of his days, and the embarrassment that came with his student's moms buying him a bottle of coverup makeup shit was worth it, even if he was crimson up until the minute he got back home. It'd been two years since Stiles worked up the courage to answer that callout, a year since they'd started actually dating--a couple months after that and here they were now, with the December wind blowing through the window and looking like a couple of embarrassed teenagers trying to decide if they were going to kiss on their first date.
Instead, he fills the scant space between them by leaning forward, and resting his forehead against his, just slightly, and raising his eyebrows in return. ] Was it this one, because it's pretty high on my list too.
[ Reading the comments featured on the uploads had been... well, hilarious in hindsight. Laura didn't let them live it down for weeks, and neither did the people that followed his channel it seemed like. Every now and then he would get a comment on it still, something usually along the lines of "somebody got lucky!!" or "omg jealous :(" though it was split between who they were jealous of. If Stiles ever claimed that he didn't have fans, he need only show him the youtube comments, to be honest.
But seeing Stiles come back to the loft, red as a cherry and knowing exactly why had made everything worth it. All the teasing, the embarrassment that was definitely shared for a while. All of it.
Stiles just made everything worth the trouble he went through at this point, which was something of note considering the last two relationships that could be commented on definitely didn't hold a candle to this one. So after everything that he went through, he finally found something that he knew wasn't going to burn him just for wanting something good in his life.
Noses brushing together as he angles his head a little, Derek brings a hand up to set at the side of Stiles' neck, thumb smoothing along the line of his jaw absently as he looks back at him. Daylight does something to the amber in those big bambi eyes of his, but at the same time there's no denying the way they're lit up now. ] It was actually less than a minute long and featured absolutely no cooking. An anomaly for the channel.
[ Stiles laughs a little--a chuckle of a thing, more of a proud noise than anything else. His response'd been pretty damned composed, if you asked him, considering that his best friend had pretty much turned into an overly excited puppy (moreso than usual) when he proposed to his high school sweetheart. So he'd definitely watched it--Stiles' phone was going off incessantly with comment notifications in his back pocket, and he literally couldn't be assed to care.
It'd been enough of a journey to get to this point. Failed relationships and fallen crushes dotted his dating history, and it'd been right around the time that he'd declared he was in an open relationship with his star wars DVD collection that this happenstance had waltzed into his life. Now his students asked him when Mr. Hale was coming to visit again on a daily basis and Talia treated him like a member of the family instead of just a teacher (although he wasn't her teacher anymore--had been in the beginning, had been there now to watch her grow up.)
Now he was right here, still making stupid youtube videos and remembering pining after the cooking guy for being so ridiculously hot from the day he still watched them. It was kind of awesome. Kind of a good story to tell. No wonder they had fans.
He leans into the hand just a little, tilting his head and letting the all teeth smile fall into a soft, warm, crooked one instead. ] I am kind of an anomaly.
[ It's hard to describe Stiles with a better word. ]
[ To be entirely honest, Stiles had handled it rather impressively compared to what he heard about Scott's proposal. The fact he was grinning like a lunatic was totally excusable, because if he hadn't had a good four and a half hours to prepare for it throughout the video? Derek would probably be a loon, too. But as it is, he's had time to compose himself, leaving him wound up but staying steady. Story of his life.
But it's slowly gotten better. After Paige, his relationships had tanked rather hard. Kate had come in and out of his life like a wildfire, burning it all down and leaving him in the ashes. A handful of years later, and then there was Jennifer. The levels with which, looking back at it in hindsight, he should've just said no were damn near astounding. He'd vowed off dating after that disaster, after the collection of disasters. And then there was Stiles.
Laura liked him. John and Talia loved him. Cora enjoyed making fun of him. He figures Stiles has the Hale family approval, especially if Talia still claims that he's her favorite teacher.
The fact they had so many fans didn't surprise him in the least, considering from the moment they made contact it was just a slow progression that reflected in his videos. Using Stiles' recipes, talking about the things they discussed over e-mail, text. Slowly talking about Stiles himself. Including Stiles in his videos. Making Stiles do his own recordings. Now, tonight's upload.
Smile still intact, he leans the rest of the way in, just a brush of lips as he murmurs: ] You're my anomaly.
[ That's pretty much the breaking point, and Stiles isn't going to send them both ass over head out through the window, but when Derek just barely kisses him whatever energy he's been holding back suddenly pushes out, and he throws his arms around his neck and pulls him back in for another kiss, holding on like he's just going to disappear if he barely lets go, his fingertips practically tingling at everything that was happening, so much it was almost overwhelming.
If Stiles was a part of the Hale family, then Derek was as much with the Stilinskis. His dad saw him as a son--the rest of the family, his polish grandmother, who declared that she'd always known her grandson was as gay as a pop star and that he better enjoy "his irish springs" for her (bar none the most embarrassing thanksgiving Stiles can remember experiencing, and that's including the one where they refused to refer to him as anything but Mienczyslaw the entire dinner in front of Scott and his mom) all adored Derek. Stiles'd told his dad about the whole thing in a flurry over Christmas the year before, and his dad'd just invited (demanded) he came over for dinner, and everything had gone smoothly from there. And honestly, in Stiles' book, if his dad liked you, and Scott liked you, then things were meant to be.
It's hard to keep the smile from his cheeks, but he keeps his fingers curled in the fabric of his henley and uses it as an anchoring point, not pulling away until he's damned well satisfied, and even then, chasing it with another kiss, short and sweet. His tone's teasing, and he looks up to the ceiling like he's pondering it. ] That's probably the first time I've heard it as a compliment, though.
[ The moment Stiles' arms hook around him and he feels his fingers curled in his shirt, Derek slips his arms around his middle and braces a hand between his shoulders. It's easy after that to just anchor himself there, holding onto Stiles' many layers and kissing him back. The fact he can have this is rather overwhelming, to be perfectly honest-- have this and not question whether it's real or not, or worry that it's just going to magically disappear.
With the fact that both families seem to approve of them helps by leaps and bounds, even if Stiles' grandmother and Derek's sister are forces to be reckoned with and be embarrassed by. Their Thanksgivings had been mortifying, to say the least, but he knows that Christmas isn't going to be much better. (Especially if Laura or John decide to gift them with anything for the bedroom, because he's pretty sure that's what they've been hinting at.) But the fact that Laura doesn't give Stiles the stinkeye, Cora doesn't threaten to kill him any time she sees him, and Talia fawns over him like he's the best thing since sliced bread says a whole damn lot. He's still damn sure that his parents would love him, too.
His squad of housewives sure as hell do, although he's pretty sure a couple are still planning his demise due to Derek being ""theirs."" He's not going to focus on that too much, just make sure Stiles doesn't eat anything they make.
Laughing a little, even at the soft and quick press of lips, he tips his head to brush his lips against a corner of his smile, following it almost absently and nosing his cheek. ] You're also a pain in the ass and probably going to make me fall through the window, if that balances it out.
Then I'd literally be a pain in the ass. [ His grin goes a little manic, because seriously, Stiles is still pretty sure he's dreaming, and he tilts his head inwards just a little to accept the way he noses at his cheek. A hand comes up to thread in his hair for just a second, and he can't help the way his grin goes a little bashful at the edges; Stiles looks up at the ceiling again and murmurs ] Sooo, you gonna put a ring on it?
[ It's joking and kind of stupid and Stiles is pretty sure he's forgotten how to speak normal words, let alone how to be clever, so if he just chases him with another kiss, well, no one has to be the wiser.
He's earned those, anyway. It's been two years now, a year of dating, shared recipes, shared kisses, awkward family dinners, arguments, romance, lots of sex, and the kind of in your bones feeling of "yeah, this is it, I think I found it"--the kind of thing he thought he'd had with Lydia Martin until it flew out of his fingers. And honestly? Stiles felt like he needed to thank her for it. ]
Yes, yes you would be. [ Something rather like a rumble leaves him as Stiles threads his fingers through his hair, and Derek lets his eyes fall half shut in a sort of idle contentment that's at odds with the way his face hurts from smiling so much. Once upon a time, Derek Hale had been a smiler. In recent years? It was restricted to snarkily baring his teeth, lopsided quirks, or the honest smile or two for his niece a day. The moment Stiles had entered his life? It all escalated quickly in numbers. He's still adjusting for it. Even when he's transfixed by the shift in Stiles' grin, and what he says.
He slides his hands up and around with the next kiss, leaning into it as he frames Stiles' face with long fingers, fanning them out across his cheeks and holding him gently as he returns the kiss.
Which is actually something he's never going to get tired of. Stiles has a damn addicting mouth, truth be told. Every awkward dinner or argument just sort of faded away when he got to have these moments. It made that burnt out hole that made up his center hurt less, slowly mend from all the shit he'd dealt with. Maybe he lost someone he cared about when he was younger-- all his fault, regardless of what anyone would say-- and then lost much of his family. Maybe two women came in and out of his life and left it an even greater mess. But then there was Stiles.
He pulls back enough to talk, though doesn't really break contact. ] Considering I proposed for millions of people across the world to see? Yes. I'm gonna put a ring on it.
[ Now that he's grinning like a loon, Stiles takes a step back, just for a second, and presents his hand dramatically, unable to stop looking at Derek for even half a second to be a comedian. It's kind of hard to believe this is happening, and maybe the physical proof'll make it a little easier.
His dad and Scott probably already know. He can't imagine they didn't just watch that--and his ears burn a little with the fact that that just happened for a whole hell of a lot of people to see. Holy jesus. He's not a super out there person, but there's something about Derek's video blogs that just seemed so ridiculously appropriate, he can't have really imagined this going any other way. Stiles would have probably done the exact same thing. ] Millions of people might be pushing it. You're underestimating the number of losers who sit and watch your videos over and over because you're ridiculously attractive or something.
[ Which comes out flippantly like, oh, who would ever do that. Not Stiles. His mouth twitches up a little more and something mischievous sparkles in his eyes. ] Maybe they'll even end up trying to find the courage to send you a recipe from all those views.
[ Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, Derek takes his hand slowly-- drawing his fingertips along the underside of his palm, following his pulse in his wrist-- just to tease. But he withdraws the small box with his other hand, so that he can, in fact, put a ring on it.
Normally a personally private person, obvious in the way that he rarely inserted family stories or factoids about his life outside of the videos in his vlog, the idea of proposing for the internet at large to see hadn't actually unsettled him. It had just seemed natural, something else that he could share with Stiles. The fact that he replied in the same way? Sort of sealed this, in his opinion. ] So that's what you were doing before you sent in that recipe.
[ Amusement evident, he curls his fingers around his hand and actually comes through the damn window so that he doesn't have to worry about tumbling back onto the fire escape or straight into his living room floor. ] Well, they'll all be a little too late now.
[ His smile softens just a little as his hand brushes against Derek's, and his brown eyes track his movements, only flickering away from his face and their hands when the box itself comes out. Stiles snorts at the comment and makes a face, tilting his head from left to right, because oops. ] If I said no would you believe it?
[ He pretty much mouths "no" at the same time Derek answers it, and his eyes crinkle in a smile as Derek comes through--he takes a step backwards to make room for him, but otherwise doesn't change their proximity at all. ] But if I end up dead you know you can blame it on your housewife army.
[ Opening his mouth to answer-- and obviously "no"-- he rolls his eyes again as Stiles answers with him, and he quietly questions what he's gotten himself into. But Derek wouldn't take this back for anything, and just comes to actually stand in front of Stiles, nothing between them. ] They're not going to kill you.
[ He pulls at his hand, drawing him even closer and bowing his head forward to bump foreheads, staying like that. Because there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now, content and home there with him. His own eyes crinkle at the corners, and he brushes their noses together. ] I love you, so they have no choice but to love you, too.
[ He allows himself to be pulled forwards easily, closing the space between them and glancing to the side for just a second, eyeing the band and grinning like a freakin' moron, because that seriously just happened. He needs to text Scott a picture as soon as possible, but right now, he doesn't care. Maybe tomorrow.
Right now Derek's in front of him, looking happy and that's the kind of sight Stiles treasures, wants to take pictures of so he never has to forget what it looks like. He turns his hand easily in Derek's palm so their fingers are laced together, getting used to the weight on his fingers and giving a little squeeze. He lets out a laugh that's not quiet, having to tilt his head back for a minute and let it go, then beams as he returns the nose bump afterwards. ] What was it you said, just don't eat anything Mrs. Westmore feeds you?
[ And then, he lets go of Derek's hand, only to fist his in the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss, and murmur against his mouth: ] I love you too.
[ At some point, they're going to have to head upstairs to join Laura and John in their celebration for the occasion. That "some point" likely won't come until tomorrow, because right now Derek is perfectly content to ignore the rest of the world in favor of starting the 'til death do us part early. Because Stiles is vibrant and warm and his, and he's Stiles'. And it's really hitting him now that the band is there, on Stiles' hand and pressed to his own now.
Letting out a softer laugh in response to Stiles' bright one, he watches him even as he tilts his head back, his other hand slipping up the shape of his waist to curl against skin under all those layers. It's just absent, seeking out soft warmth, but it just eases away more of his always lingering tension. ] Never eat Mrs. Westmore's food.
[ When his hand is freed, he moves it to join the other, leaning into the kiss with absolutely no resistance. Instead of responding with words, he just lets his mouth quirk even more at the corners. ]
[ Midkiss, Stiles seems to realize something. Go figure it's when things are starting to get good--he's just opened up a little into the kiss, trying to resist every urge to completely melt against his mouth, but it's important.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fidgets around in the pockets of his pants, jiggling from left to right before finagling out his phone. There's a couple of seconds of tapping before he pauses and brings up a familiar page--his instagram. Stiles grins at him and holds the phone way out, selfie style, leaning into Derek's side and holding up their intertwined hands so the ring is showing.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but eventually, he gets Derek to press the button for him, and the minute he does, he leans forward and steals a kiss from him. ]
[ A small, disgruntled noise leaves him as Stiles pulls back from the kiss, but Derek lets him rather than fight it. Raising an eyebrow as he watches him, he can't help but roll his eyes when he spots what he's doing. Of course he's pulling up instagram, why is he not surprised.
But he just leans in close to him as he pulls it up, arranging them into a workable position with their strange placement. They're holding hands but they need to click the selfie button, and while they could take a timer shot that would still take five seconds too long. So he adjusts, accommodates, and does in fact reach up to take the picture.
Of course that's when Stiles kisses him again, and he leans into it the moment that he takes the picture, smile curling across his face easily as he squeezes his hand. ]
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Dumbs.
He could have a lifetime of it, now.
Eyebrows raising as he watches Stiles jitter closer, staying as stationary as possible despite the fact that he just wants to haul himself through the window to touch Stiles. Once he's there, like this is some cliche Romeo and Juliet scene at Juliet's window, he lets himself move towards him more, head bowed forward and smile splitting his expression in two. ] I have a personal favorite, though.
clutches at face
Instead, he fills the scant space between them by leaning forward, and resting his forehead against his, just slightly, and raising his eyebrows in return. ] Was it this one, because it's pretty high on my list too.
makes it better
But seeing Stiles come back to the loft, red as a cherry and knowing exactly why had made everything worth it. All the teasing, the embarrassment that was definitely shared for a while. All of it.
Stiles just made everything worth the trouble he went through at this point, which was something of note considering the last two relationships that could be commented on definitely didn't hold a candle to this one. So after everything that he went through, he finally found something that he knew wasn't going to burn him just for wanting something good in his life.
Noses brushing together as he angles his head a little, Derek brings a hand up to set at the side of Stiles' neck, thumb smoothing along the line of his jaw absently as he looks back at him. Daylight does something to the amber in those big bambi eyes of his, but at the same time there's no denying the way they're lit up now. ] It was actually less than a minute long and featured absolutely no cooking. An anomaly for the channel.
;__;
It'd been enough of a journey to get to this point. Failed relationships and fallen crushes dotted his dating history, and it'd been right around the time that he'd declared he was in an open relationship with his star wars DVD collection that this happenstance had waltzed into his life. Now his students asked him when Mr. Hale was coming to visit again on a daily basis and Talia treated him like a member of the family instead of just a teacher (although he wasn't her teacher anymore--had been in the beginning, had been there now to watch her grow up.)
Now he was right here, still making stupid youtube videos and remembering pining after the cooking guy for being so ridiculously hot from the day he still watched them. It was kind of awesome. Kind of a good story to tell. No wonder they had fans.
He leans into the hand just a little, tilting his head and letting the all teeth smile fall into a soft, warm, crooked one instead. ] I am kind of an anomaly.
[ It's hard to describe Stiles with a better word. ]
Aaaaand this.
But it's slowly gotten better. After Paige, his relationships had tanked rather hard. Kate had come in and out of his life like a wildfire, burning it all down and leaving him in the ashes. A handful of years later, and then there was Jennifer. The levels with which, looking back at it in hindsight, he should've just said no were damn near astounding. He'd vowed off dating after that disaster, after the collection of disasters. And then there was Stiles.
Laura liked him. John and Talia loved him. Cora enjoyed making fun of him. He figures Stiles has the Hale family approval, especially if Talia still claims that he's her favorite teacher.
The fact they had so many fans didn't surprise him in the least, considering from the moment they made contact it was just a slow progression that reflected in his videos. Using Stiles' recipes, talking about the things they discussed over e-mail, text. Slowly talking about Stiles himself. Including Stiles in his videos. Making Stiles do his own recordings. Now, tonight's upload.
Smile still intact, he leans the rest of the way in, just a brush of lips as he murmurs: ] You're my anomaly.
dreamy sigh
If Stiles was a part of the Hale family, then Derek was as much with the Stilinskis. His dad saw him as a son--the rest of the family, his polish grandmother, who declared that she'd always known her grandson was as gay as a pop star and that he better enjoy "his irish springs" for her (bar none the most embarrassing thanksgiving Stiles can remember experiencing, and that's including the one where they refused to refer to him as anything but Mienczyslaw the entire dinner in front of Scott and his mom) all adored Derek. Stiles'd told his dad about the whole thing in a flurry over Christmas the year before, and his dad'd just invited (demanded) he came over for dinner, and everything had gone smoothly from there. And honestly, in Stiles' book, if his dad liked you, and Scott liked you, then things were meant to be.
It's hard to keep the smile from his cheeks, but he keeps his fingers curled in the fabric of his henley and uses it as an anchoring point, not pulling away until he's damned well satisfied, and even then, chasing it with another kiss, short and sweet. His tone's teasing, and he looks up to the ceiling like he's pondering it. ] That's probably the first time I've heard it as a compliment, though.
torn between sighs and laughter
With the fact that both families seem to approve of them helps by leaps and bounds, even if Stiles' grandmother and Derek's sister are forces to be reckoned with and be embarrassed by. Their Thanksgivings had been mortifying, to say the least, but he knows that Christmas isn't going to be much better. (Especially if Laura or John decide to gift them with anything for the bedroom, because he's pretty sure that's what they've been hinting at.) But the fact that Laura doesn't give Stiles the stinkeye, Cora doesn't threaten to kill him any time she sees him, and Talia fawns over him like he's the best thing since sliced bread says a whole damn lot. He's still damn sure that his parents would love him, too.
His squad of housewives sure as hell do, although he's pretty sure a couple are still planning his demise due to Derek being ""theirs."" He's not going to focus on that too much, just make sure Stiles doesn't eat anything they make.
Laughing a little, even at the soft and quick press of lips, he tips his head to brush his lips against a corner of his smile, following it almost absently and nosing his cheek. ] You're also a pain in the ass and probably going to make me fall through the window, if that balances it out.
as it should be
[ It's joking and kind of stupid and Stiles is pretty sure he's forgotten how to speak normal words, let alone how to be clever, so if he just chases him with another kiss, well, no one has to be the wiser.
He's earned those, anyway. It's been two years now, a year of dating, shared recipes, shared kisses, awkward family dinners, arguments, romance, lots of sex, and the kind of in your bones feeling of "yeah, this is it, I think I found it"--the kind of thing he thought he'd had with Lydia Martin until it flew out of his fingers. And honestly? Stiles felt like he needed to thank her for it. ]
Perpetual feeling with them.
He slides his hands up and around with the next kiss, leaning into it as he frames Stiles' face with long fingers, fanning them out across his cheeks and holding him gently as he returns the kiss.
Which is actually something he's never going to get tired of. Stiles has a damn addicting mouth, truth be told. Every awkward dinner or argument just sort of faded away when he got to have these moments. It made that burnt out hole that made up his center hurt less, slowly mend from all the shit he'd dealt with. Maybe he lost someone he cared about when he was younger-- all his fault, regardless of what anyone would say-- and then lost much of his family. Maybe two women came in and out of his life and left it an even greater mess. But then there was Stiles.
He pulls back enough to talk, though doesn't really break contact. ] Considering I proposed for millions of people across the world to see? Yes. I'm gonna put a ring on it.
dumb babies tbh
His dad and Scott probably already know. He can't imagine they didn't just watch that--and his ears burn a little with the fact that that just happened for a whole hell of a lot of people to see. Holy jesus. He's not a super out there person, but there's something about Derek's video blogs that just seemed so ridiculously appropriate, he can't have really imagined this going any other way. Stiles would have probably done the exact same thing. ] Millions of people might be pushing it. You're underestimating the number of losers who sit and watch your videos over and over because you're ridiculously attractive or something.
[ Which comes out flippantly like, oh, who would ever do that. Not Stiles. His mouth twitches up a little more and something mischievous sparkles in his eyes. ] Maybe they'll even end up trying to find the courage to send you a recipe from all those views.
Yep.
Normally a personally private person, obvious in the way that he rarely inserted family stories or factoids about his life outside of the videos in his vlog, the idea of proposing for the internet at large to see hadn't actually unsettled him. It had just seemed natural, something else that he could share with Stiles. The fact that he replied in the same way? Sort of sealed this, in his opinion. ] So that's what you were doing before you sent in that recipe.
[ Amusement evident, he curls his fingers around his hand and actually comes through the damn window so that he doesn't have to worry about tumbling back onto the fire escape or straight into his living room floor. ] Well, they'll all be a little too late now.
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[ He pretty much mouths "no" at the same time Derek answers it, and his eyes crinkle in a smile as Derek comes through--he takes a step backwards to make room for him, but otherwise doesn't change their proximity at all. ] But if I end up dead you know you can blame it on your housewife army.
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[ He pulls at his hand, drawing him even closer and bowing his head forward to bump foreheads, staying like that. Because there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now, content and home there with him. His own eyes crinkle at the corners, and he brushes their noses together. ] I love you, so they have no choice but to love you, too.
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Right now Derek's in front of him, looking happy and that's the kind of sight Stiles treasures, wants to take pictures of so he never has to forget what it looks like. He turns his hand easily in Derek's palm so their fingers are laced together, getting used to the weight on his fingers and giving a little squeeze. He lets out a laugh that's not quiet, having to tilt his head back for a minute and let it go, then beams as he returns the nose bump afterwards. ] What was it you said, just don't eat anything Mrs. Westmore feeds you?
[ And then, he lets go of Derek's hand, only to fist his in the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss, and murmur against his mouth: ] I love you too.
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Letting out a softer laugh in response to Stiles' bright one, he watches him even as he tilts his head back, his other hand slipping up the shape of his waist to curl against skin under all those layers. It's just absent, seeking out soft warmth, but it just eases away more of his always lingering tension. ] Never eat Mrs. Westmore's food.
[ When his hand is freed, he moves it to join the other, leaning into the kiss with absolutely no resistance. Instead of responding with words, he just lets his mouth quirk even more at the corners. ]
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[ Midkiss, Stiles seems to realize something. Go figure it's when things are starting to get good--he's just opened up a little into the kiss, trying to resist every urge to completely melt against his mouth, but it's important.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fidgets around in the pockets of his pants, jiggling from left to right before finagling out his phone. There's a couple of seconds of tapping before he pauses and brings up a familiar page--his instagram. Stiles grins at him and holds the phone way out, selfie style, leaning into Derek's side and holding up their intertwined hands so the ring is showing.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but eventually, he gets Derek to press the button for him, and the minute he does, he leans forward and steals a kiss from him. ]
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But he just leans in close to him as he pulls it up, arranging them into a workable position with their strange placement. They're holding hands but they need to click the selfie button, and while they could take a timer shot that would still take five seconds too long. So he adjusts, accommodates, and does in fact reach up to take the picture.
Of course that's when Stiles kisses him again, and he leans into it the moment that he takes the picture, smile curling across his face easily as he squeezes his hand. ]