Fics like Life’s for the living, I won’t be giving up.

Stiles is not prepared for what he sees. Derek ‘Roberto’ (Ok, he made that up) Hale is standing in the middle of his room, on a patchwork rug, wearing just a pair of very tight, black boxers and a Sheriff’s Deputy shirt. It’s hanging wide open, showing off his glorious chest, dark hair trailing down his toned stomach. There are bandages covering his wounds and Stiles is hit with an insane urge to kiss his boo boos better. Stiles coins the term instant-injury-boner. He’s never going to be able to wash and iron his Dad’s uniform ever again, from this moment on. He’s always had a crush on Derek but he’d seemed so inaccessible when he was younger. Even more so than Lydia. He knows in this second, that the feeling he’d had deep in his chest, the first moment he’d laid eyes on Derek in the woods when he was sixteen, it hasn’t ever really gone away.

Fics like Life’s for the living, I won’t be giving up.

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