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"So…." Stiles drew out the vowel as he checked on the lasagne he was reheating in the over. It was Monday, the first day of their agreed upon dinners. "Kotal Khan. Yay or nay."
"His character design is cool but his play style is brutish in the not so good way." Derek went and sat at one of the stools at his kitchen bench.
"I fucking knew you were a gamer!" Stiles pointed the knife he was using to chop spring onion with at Derek. "Where's your console hiding? And if you dare mention an Xbox in my presence I will stab you then refuse to cook the remaining three meals." He threatened.
"My PS4 is upstairs." Derek smirked.
"Is that what you're hiding up there? I'm weirdly disappointed. I thought you had a stalker-shrine for Hugh Jackman hiding away up there. You know. Cause he's Wolverine. And you're… of the canine persuasion."
"My loft has been the chosen arena for more than one lethal invasion. Why the hell would I keep any sort of valuable down here where it is more or less going to be destroyed by the supernatural?"
"You make a valid point my lycanthropic friend." Stiles nodded sagely as he went back to chopping.
"So how did the photos go down?" Derek's attempt at a smooth segue was less than stealthy.
Stiles gave him a suspicious eyebrow of his own for once. "They ate it up. Everybody now thinks I have the sweetest boyfriend in the world who is unfairly attractive and adorable. They're also cursing you in the same breath because 'all the good ones are gay' and 'how the hell did I land such a hot guy?'." When Derek did nothing but nod Stiles added, "Ego boost you needed?"
"Yeah, it really is."
"Glad to help." They both shared a small laugh that Stiles could only describe as 'dumb'.
When the lasagne was ready Stiles served them both a helping, making Derek's portion slightly bigger. And he felt totally justified in describing the way Derek ate as 'wolfish'. Stiles also half prayed that Derek choked on his meal at some point, so was only half disappointed when it didn't happen.
"So…" Stiles pushed his plate forward, not able to eat anything more as Derek helped himself to his forth slice. The man had downed half a lasagne on his own. "You got two controllers up there?"
"Mm-hm." Derek hummed around a mouthful of lasagne.
"I'll go set the game up of MKX whilst you finish up down here." Stiles dumped his plate in the sink as he made a beeline for the stair case.
"Mm-hm." Derek hummed again.
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Stiles regretted everything.
"You're a fucking cheat, Hale!"
"Using the reflexes and senses I was born with doesn't make me a cheater, thank you very much."
"It totally fucking does!" Stile complained as he got stuck on the receiving end of yet another one of Derek's combo links. He was 'fatality'd without even being able to block himself once.
"Wait," Stiles looked at Derek with wide eyes of horror. "Does that mean that every time I've played video games with Scott that he's lost on purpose?"
"Nah, Scott just sucks at video games." Derek reassured him.
"You're lying, aren't you."
"Yeah- Scott made me swear never to tell you though. Went on forever about how butt hurt you would be if you ever found out."
"I'll show him butt hurt!" Stiles yelled, yanking his phone out to send Scott some very aggressive texts, all in CAPS.
"…"
"I realise how that sounded and appreciate you staying silent on the matter of inappropriate innuendo." Stiles muttered
"It's not so much a matter of staying silent as it is me not know what to say first." Derek lent back on the couch, letting the controller rest on his knee.
"Well I'm going to continue on thinking that my pretend boyfriend is chivalrous and just let that one slide out of his undying love for me."
"Seeing as the pretend boyfriend in this scenario is me, I'm going to go ahead and point out that I would see your 'butt hurt' and raise you one 'finish him'."
Stiles smirked, finally looking up from his abusive texts to Scott. "I would blow the pretend you so hard for that use of Mortal Kombat innuendo."
"…"
With the rise of Derek's eyebrows Stiles let his own words sink in.
"Right… I'll see you tomorrow with meal number two." Stiles bolted down the stairs, only nearly tripping to his death twice. "Where's a merciful fatality when you need it?!"