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Murdering Scott was an option, the fucker hugged him for so long that he lost his flight.
Murdering Lydia because she had left him behind while she got on the plane was never an option, I mean damn how do you even kill her?
Murdering his father because Stiles had to hold him before he could cry as if his son wasn't moving to NY but instead he was going to war was never even a thought.
Murdering Isaac was an option because he was the one who told his dad that he won't be coming home for at least ten years (a lie as big as Isaac's scarf collection)
Murdering Jackson was an option but how the fuck do you overpower an old lizard-now-werewolf bitch? Stiles didn't know.
Why should he be murdering Jackson? He hid a strangely packed lunch under all his clothes and almost made him get banned from the airport because it resembled so much of a Molly's package in his luggage.
In the end the airport took pity on him and all his troubles and offered him a hotel room to sleep in.
I mean it's only fair, right?
Right!?
Stiles expected a catch but first: recap!!
Basically Stiles lost his flight and the airport booked a hotel room with a queen bed for him. The airport could book only one room and they asked stiles something that sounded like sharing something butStiles was way too tired to say no.
Stiles was already asleep, barely feeling the covers move and the bed softly creaking.
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He didn't expect birds chirping outside his window nor did he expect to be woken up by the sun since he kinda smelled the rain air before opening his eyes but the most unexpected thing was turning in bed, opening his eyes and spotting a hot stranger on the other side of the bed.
Stiles softly gasped, heart stuttering and getting faster. He's so gonna get a heart attack.
He got out of bed before he could be getting caught while watching the other man's bare chest, his strong muscles, his stubble and his jet black hair oh and eventually those gorgeous green eyes with dashes of gold and brown streaks and blue under- wait. Eyes. Shit.
Stiles stumbles a bit and he hits the wall with his back, foot trapped in the sheets
"Hi?" Stiles was so fucking awkward and the little shit was amused by it.
Stiles was genuinely amazed at how the man could communicate "was that a question?" With his eyebrows alone, Stiles slowly sighed, pressed his hand on his face and tried to walk away when his foot, the one trapped in the sheets, made him fall "nope, not today Satan!" he screamed and then he went straight (or at least he tried) into the bathroom.
Stiles was in the middle of a major freakout in the shower when he heard the other man laugh and knock on the door "yeah?" "oh, nothing I was just wondering if you left the clothes here on purpose" Stiles cringed, that handsome bitch was right.
He started drying himself and brushed his teeth with his star wars themed toothbrush, he found it in the kid's section but it was worth it. He wrapped a towel around his waist and tried not to meet the other's eyes but he failed when he noticed the man was standing near a pile of his clothes. Wait WHAT?
The man smirked "oh I was curious. Just wanted to know what type of clothes my stalker likes to wear." Stiles cringed at how attracted to the man he was
"Son of a Woman!" Stiles shrieked "I am not a stalker and surely I'm not yours!" he staggered after a moment.
The man's eyebrows knit in confusion "son of- a woman?" Stiles blinked slowly and folded his arms "what? I won't insult your mother for something you did."
The other man stepped forward "I see." he started getting closer to Stiles until they were a feet apart
Soft blush covering Stiles' cheeks as he was trying to get a hold of himself and he got almost startled when the man talked again "the name's Derek".
Derek was slowly letting his gaze on the way too small towel hanging on his boney hips and then bringing it back on Stiles' face who now was hyper aware of how close and how naked they both were.
Derek broke the tension heading into the bathroom and simultaneously grabbing the change from where he previously put it; Stiles was distracted by the soft curves of Derek's back and the only tatoo the man had between his shoulder blades.
He told the man his name before he could close the door and got lucky enough to see a little smirk appear on his face.
Derek got out of the shower wearing a soft henley that made his everything look fantastic and tight jeans. shit you not stiles had to think about his grandma's panties to avoid possible incidents.
Stiles told Derek that he got a call from the Airline that asked to go back to the airport for the next boarding.
Derek looked content during their way to the breakfast area and didn't get as far as he could from Stiles as soon as he had a possibility. Stiles talked about random facts and he even got into a debate about the history of circumcision before they had to go separate ways. Stiles was kinda sad about it even if, probably, Derek wasn't feeling like him, maybe Derek was awaiting the moment their paths separated.
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People were walking in and out of the airport, chatting and someone was even running. Greetings and goodbyes, tears rolling, smiles growing, all kinds of people were doing all kinds of stuff; mostly everyone had someone to hold.
It was going to be Stiles' first time on a plane. His gate was opening and now he had to re-do the controls, at least the airline company gave him a free ride, he tried to focus on anything that wasn't his feet stepping on the plane's carpeted floor. Anxiety was eating him alive and his mind was full of possible scenarios.
Stiles sat in his seat, gripping the armrests, he was so focused on his task that he got startled when the passenger beside him drew circles on his back to help him get out of his panic attack
Turning his head he saw Derek. Stiles apologised for the scene and Derek reassured him "here, this should help" the man said while handing out a caramel candy.
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"I thought you had enough of me, dude, but you say here by yourself feeding me illegal candies" "I mean, I did consider making you suffer but I thought that seeing you flustered because I was nearby is more entertaining, also don't call me dude." Derek smiled "ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇⁱᵗᶜʰ ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ" Stiles whispered trying too hard to not kiss the guy. Stiles could've rambled until they landed but a baby mom told him to keep it down because her newborn just fell asleep.
The flight went surprisingly good, Stiles was certainly in a better mood.
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Rain run down the windows outside of the New York's airport. Derek guided Stiles around the place because he really didn't have nothing better to do. They grabbed their trolleys and started to head out when a voice called Stiles' name.
Lydia was walking towards him her strawberry blonde hair were bouncing every step she took her eyes sparkling in relief "I thought you wouldn't have survived without me"
Derek took a step back looking awkward while Stiles and his girlfriend hugged, Derek never felt so out of place. His wolf whined.
Derek was backing out, putting distance between himself and the couple, his eyes shying away from Stiles.
Stiles wanted to introduce Derek and Lydia but then he noticed the other's behaviour. He asked him what was wrong and he replied with a cold excuse and then he just left.
Stiles tried to apologize for something he didn't even know but Lydia just pushed him towards Derek’s retreating back.
Stiles reached Derek just before he got outside of the airport, he slowly reached the other man's arm “I’m sorry if I ever did anything to hurt you" Derek looks up into Stiles’ eyes "It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything. I just thought you'd like alone time with your girlfriend." Stiles stepped closer "Lydia's not my girlfriend. Just a good old friend. I like you, Derek and I'd love to go on a date with you." he said with a soft tone “good, does this mean that you’ll be my personal stalker tho?” Derek smiled “fucker” Stiles said while jokingly hitting the man.
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THE END