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"You're sort of cute."

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"I’m not letting you go."
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“Not even if I say ‘pretty please let go of my fucking arm you creep’?”
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♎:would you date your muse?
Honestly? Hell yeah. He's a sweetheart and he loves people unconditionally and it'd be nice to have that with someone. Plus he's adorably hot.
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If a fat man puts you in a bag at night, don't worry I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.
"Oh my god, only you would come up with something that corny… But let’s be real…If a fat man put be in a bag, he would end up dead."
"So you want me for Christmas?"
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♟: Patching up a wound. [x]
"You should've listened to Scott," Derek hissed, pulling on the thread, tying off the final knot. The gash that stretched across Stiles' bicep wasn't nearly deep enough to allow him to bleed out, but it was definitely deep enough for stitches. And Scott was with Melissa, calming her down, and Malia was God knows where -- probably with Lydia, who'd been MIA since yesterday, which left Derek patching up Stiles. Stiles, who, by the way, still didn't like needles and wouldn't let him inject the painkillers that would numb his arm. Stiles, who still wasn't such a big fan of blood, and kept almost passing out on him.
Long story short? This was not how Derek wanted to spend his evening.
But he proceeded to bandage Stiles up anyway, feed him, give him water in little sips, and settle him into the leather couch in the middle of the loft with some shitty RomCom. He ignored all of Stiles' ineffective Derek, I'm fines and his Dude, I'm good, I'm going homes and especially his Thanks, really, but you don't have to do thats. No Hale went halfway with anything -- if Derek was going to look after Stiles, he was going to do it completely, to the best of his ability.
So Stiles stayed at the loft that night, and Derek made him breakfast in the morning and drove him home around noon. And when Stiles reached the front door of his house, he actually smiled at Derek, and he waved at him before he wandered over the threshold and got nearly tackled by his father. He yelped loudly, and the corners of wolf's mouth turned up.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, pulling out of the drive. "Fucking idiot."