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Tie it up

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: She's busy picking the perfect paper for the wedding invitations, while Max is busy staring at her.

note: Clingy and smitten Max.

Sometimes Max found himself watching his fiancée with a dreamy smile, especially when they were supposed to discuss certain things about the wedding that required their decisions. Like now, when they were looking at paper samples. For all he cared, they could have just sent an email to their guests, but she was hell-bent on keeping to the traditions. So he played along, sitting next to her by the dining table as she focused her attention on the papers, but he couldn’t think about things like whether they should pick a heavier or a lighter paper. It didn’t matter. It was just paper.

He was too busy admiring her–the delicate curves of her face, that buzzing excitement in her eyes, the smile that made him stare at her lips a little too long. These moments they spent together were his favorites, especially when he could let her take the lead, making decisions for the two of them while he was thinking about how lucky he was to have her in his life.

“Max?”

“Hmm?” he asked, his smile not fading. 

She let out a short laugh before she leaned closer to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I narrowed it down to two options. The final decision is yours,” she said, pushing the two pieces of paper in front of him. 

His eyes turned to the table before he picked them up and moved his fingers to feel how thick they were. Like he knew what to look for. Did it even matter? But it was important to her, so he wanted to at least make it look like he was just as invested in this as she was. With a thoughtful hum, he put down the one that was perfectly white, and raised the other that had a creamy tint to it. “This one,” he said with a triumphant grin. 

“Great! Next up, the design,” she informed him.

But Max let out a disappointed groan, then even rested his forehead on her shoulder. “Can’t we do that tomorrow? Picking the paper was tiring enough.”

“One, you didn’t really do anything,” she pointed out kindly, a statement that brought a smile to his face again. His beloved, attentive lover, the one who knew perfectly well he didn’t care about the paper, but still appreciated the minimal effort he put into it. “And two, you can drive around a racetrack for an hour and a half at least with no issue, but you don’t have the energy to look at papers and designs while sitting by a table?”

“Please?” he tried. 

The young woman let out a sigh as she placed her small hand on the back of his neck, letting her fingers get lost in his hair while she massaged his scalp. “We have to take a look at the guest list too before you leave for the next race,” she said quietly.

“Then come with me and we can continue there.” He leaned back to look her in the eye, silently begging her to let this go for now. But he couldn’t read her expression, that kind smile was only telling him that she loved him, not that she would let him do something else tonight. “Come on, I can’t do this today.”

“What do you want to do then?”

“Sleep.”

With a frown, she looked down at her phone to check the time. “It’s barely eight,” she said with a surprised look. 

Max sneaked his arms around her body like he was an octopus, keeping her close while he buried his face into the crook of her neck. “I don’t care. I just want to get in bed and cuddle with you.” Her adorable giggle brought a smile to his face, and he placed a soft kiss on her skin as a token of gratitude, because he knew she was on board with his plan. After all those years together, it was easy to read her like a book. “Thank you,” he murmured. 

Her hands rubbed soothing circles into his back, making him purr like his cats. “I love you, Max,” she told him after placing a soft kiss on his head. “Even if you don’t take this wedding preparation seriously,” she added with a small laugh.

Letting out a sigh, he looked at her and went, “It could be an email.”

[m0chisenpai]

Let's Play a Little Game

Post! Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Obsessive!Prowler!Miles Morales x Spidergirl!Reader

Authors note: THIS READER IS 15. A CHILD. THERE IS NO SMUT. NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I WILL NOT BE SPICY WRITING A SINGLE THING FOR ANYTHING INVOLVING MILES MORALES.

You’d fought villains twice your size. A crazy octopus with metal tentacles, a man double your size, covered in black spots. Petty criminals brandishing jagged knives. But why was this one so different? He was no different was he? 

He was gruff. His body was always rigid, his words were sharp. His eyes were sharp. But the one thing you took notice, how manipulative he was. How he could weasel into the mind, into the minds of men twice his age who did his most dirty work. 

You had to pretend. Pretend his syrupy sweet words were true till your hero came. Your lovebug. 

His eyes cut to yours as the record scratched to silence in the hideout. Your eyes crack open, he now crouched in front of you. His braids fell to the side. You braided them for him last night. It was the most vulnerable you’d ever seen him. His head lay back on your legs as you massaged his scalp. And for a moment your mind went dark as you held the thin sharp rat tooth comb.

One drive straight to the throat was all it took, then you could be free. But then he opened his eyes. And you couldn’t. Because even if he wasn’t your lovebug. He was an exact copy of him. You were in his world, if his men found it was you that took their leader out they would hunt you down. 

He stared in your eyes as if daring you, testing your new freedom. And so you carefully parted his hair down the middle. That night you passed the first test. 

And now as your sleepy eyes look into his, you remember it’s time. Time for another song and dance. Of playing the part. Another test. 

“Sleepy mi vida?”

You can’t bring yourself to speak up and offer him a tired nod as you curl more into the nook of the couch, the bright knitted blanket stands out like a sore thumb, as do you in all your brightness. A reminder how far from home you are.

“A little bit.” your voice is scratchy, you must have slept for an hour at best. The sun was diving into the horizon painting the sky a beautiful mix of oranges and yellows. You sit up stretching your arms above your head and scooch your body forward. 

“Nah, take your time amor. Didn’t mean to wake you up” his knuckles stroke down to rest under your chin and his thumb to gently pinch it as he looks up at you with that love sick gaze. He leans forward and you know to meet him halfway and press your lips to his.  

He moves back enough to whisper against your lips, “suit up in five, we got business to handle.”

And as he stands to walk to the old player. A soft beat fills the room, your veins as you force yourself to stand. To fight. Your movements are second hand as you don the suit behind a hung up white sheet. You don’t call it yours, Because it's not. Yours is back home. Here he’s created you a new one. 

You step out from behind the sheet and in his eyes he drinks you in as you adjust your web shooters. 

And in some sick way, maybe you had survived in this universe. Had you been bitten? This would have been your suit. It appealed to a different you, a different version of you buried away somewhere.

It was solid black with black webbings along the thighs and pink in the inner parts of the hood along with your jordans which you go to kneel and tie up but he stops you. He kneels before you and ties them. And just as he gazes up at you, you pull your mask down.

This is what keeps you sane. Because here you're free to sneer down at him as he looks up at you. He wears his own suit now. You hold your hand to him and he wraps his around you and pulls himself up, his hand is quick to reach and snake around you, pulling you flushed against him. 

“Deadly and beautiful. The perfect mix” he whispers leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead as he taps the side of his mask to conceal his face. 

He watches you as you leap from the building and send your webbing to a building swinging your body to kneel on top of a light pole. You  look up and catch his nod as he moves forward. And you follow. Swinging languidly through the cool of night.

You realize now as you swing into the dead of night why he’s unlike the villains, the criminals, the mad scientists. Because as he runs alongside you. As he leads you both into the night. His reflection dancing off the glass of a building. As he looks at you. For a moment you think that’s Miles, your Miles, your lovebug. But it’s not.

Instead, you look into the eyes of Miles, the prowler. Harbored on Earth-42. 

And it scares you, because as much as you fight each day, deep down. Somewhere in the dark parts of your heart. Your heart flutters, feels warm for a moment when he holds your gaze, and flashes you that smile. 

And you beg for Miles, Gwen, Miguel, Hobie, anyone to find you. Because you fear that somewhere along the line, you’re no longer going to be pretending. 

That you failed the ultimate test of love.

[xuanhttps]

⠀♩⠀⠀‿‿⠀⠀❀⠀⠀⠀﹒⠀⠀⠀꒷꒦⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ ֶָ۪ ⠀⠀⠀﹐ i will see your body bare

› in which ;; you will always be there.

› containing ;; azul ashengrotto, leona kingscholar, silver vanrouge , gn!reader (you/yours)

› disclaimer ;; not proofread and written at midnight, kinda songfic??? not rlly but i plaster mitski lyrics here and there bc im in love with her carnally

a treasury is not complete without a pearl — ashengrotto, azul.

he is dependant, even if he hides it. azul would rather eat octopus than admit to his dependancy on your love. someone as strong and independent as the ramshackle prefect would surely laugh at his desperation! he cannot be weak. surely. that is what he must be telling himself, you think as you pull his head closer to you. resting it inbetween your shoulder and neck as his eyes droop. after hours of managing the lounge, perhaps the big fish mafia boss needs his own break.

you lay him down in bed, not before taking off his blazer and hanging it on the chair. he lays down in your bed, although uncomfortable in theory the simple scent of that perfume schoenheit bought you will never fade. he sighs lovingly, gazing at your face which is just so.. responsible, taking care of him like this.

i will wash your hair at night, and dry it off with care.

other nights, the two of you bathe together in his dorm. your hair knitted in his curly, white locks as you massage the shampoo into his scalp, only looking at his face to avoid him feeling insecure, you know him so perfectly. it drives him crazy in love. he feels so safe, even with his body bare. with you, its as if the past 17 years of his life never occurred. all that matters is the soft caress of your fingers against his skin, the sweet words you whisper as you press kisses to his neck and back. how you promise to him, that he will always be your pearl.

you are the one thing i cannot lose — kingscholar, leona.

it should be considered unbecoming of him, to be so loving with you. to let you tangle your finger tips in his braids as you rub his ears as if he were a housecat. his grumbles go unnoticed, you both know how much he loves them. how he will always lean into your touch. how, for once, as embarrassing as it is.. he wishes for someone to fall back on. someone like you. the perfect, unstoppable prefect.

ever since his overblot, his eyes have been on you. the persistence you hold is something he wishes for. yet once he is in your lap, or you rest in his, that resolve turns to specks of sand in afterglow savannah. he could be stripped of his royal title, and he would still dismiss it if it meant feeling your hands graze over his skin. or seeing the ways in which your expressions change with your mood.

cause' all I ever wanted is here, all i ever wanted.

right. he could shed tears when he remembers how dear he is to you. what did he do to deserve this? a second place player, a second place prince. always second place. why is he first to you? is it pity? he should be enraged. he should growl and remind you that he is far from weak. yet, he melts into you like cotton candy in the rain. hes weak for you, youre weak for him.

i see your smile in my dreams — vanrouge, silver

he wishes to see more of you. with you, more than ever, silver wishes his narcolepsy could just disappear. silver is abundantly aware of how much he misses, your smile and your voice.. how much more he could see them, how much more he would hear them. how addicting it would be, like a drug that only brings fortune. silver wishes he could protect you from the forsaken world you are trapped in. yet despite that, he knows you are strong. silver cannot help but look up to you, you who will always be the strongest person in his heart.

so by the time you wake, ill be brave.

he rests his head in your lap, like a child longing for the embrace of a parent. the experience carries a scent of childhood, if such a thing may be described. like a warmth enveloping the two of you. thorns in your side wither into dust when he is near. his eyes glimmer like stars fallen to the sand, a long walk barefoot with the grains against your feet and the wind passing by like time being a dream silver finds hopeful. perhaps in another world, he could stay awake to see your face much longer. should he be blind to such a rejuvenating sight, silver will drown in the sensation of your touch like a diver at sea. he may never return, if you leave he may never be the same. for, his home lies in your heart alone.

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A few light clicks come from him, the relaxed little fish was something that stirred up a bit of warmth inside. And, he did feel pretty good that the poor dame wouldn’t need to scrape, beg, crawl or just suffer much more to get what she needed. He sighs lightly, enjoying the feeling of the skin and hair at his fingers, claws careful and oh so gentle with her.

“Th’ octopus, or me?” He jokes. Unless everything is bound down, he’d been known to get out, to escape every so often. Not that it works out for him so great all the time, but it sure does make him feel a little pride to be able to do these things despite it all. “Yeh, the lil things are smart. I’d totally need a big space, an’ make sure they’d have toys n stuff. You don’t gotta worry about me kidnapping one, though. Fer now~.”

Huh. So nice. He could make little braids in here sometime. Maybe if she winds up napping from this sort of scalp massage. Must feel nice if she melts like that. Phisaya even starts using him sort if like a pillow during the process.

“Oh yeah? Can’t say you’re th’ first t’ say. But I am glad they serve a purpose here. Looks like yer gettin’ ready t’pass out on me. Are you gonna need a lift to yer bed or somethin’? I can keep the scratches goin fer a lil bit.”

A thumb moves to dry any stray tears. “Oh my god, I’d be over th’ moon to get a real one! Ha, nah, nah don’t worry, if anything I wouldn’t be dumb enough t’use it on a cane. Uh, but, if I found one I couldn’t promise you I would have th’ willpower not to bring it.”

He managed to say this with nonchalance, he’s pretty sure Phisaya knows he isn’t above just yoinking things, but he at least likes to think he could obtain it through… transaction. Yeah.

Fingers work gently in the soft dark hair. Silky… soft. Kind of what he imagines the surface of the dark ocean, still as glass might be like. Yes- he had thought about it. It’s nice that this slow use of his fingers to rake over her scalp was doing some good. Seeing that Phi calmed down was actually a bit of a relief. This shit… wasn’t easy. So of course the fishy imp would be distressed. The ability for her to rely on him wouldn’t be taken lightly, he’d be sure to give her a better experience. Anything he could do that’d make it easier was something he’d at least attempt. And he’s got the information he needs now. (Including a note to tie a bow to her gift when he’s finished it.)

“I think I might just get a real one, now. Jus’ cuz. A buddy in the sexy eight limbs club. Eh? We’ll get you all sorted out.” Kind of like he can sort out the mental math for what her measurements should be. Don’t forget to round up to the half inch!

[nanamisflowerfield]

Hello. I really like your story. So can I request headcanon of the dorm leader with s/o that get busted try to kiss by one of overprotective staff. (Perhaps by Crewel or Sam?). The scenario is up to you. Thank you~ 😄.

Thank you, my dear!! Fufufu~.... poor poor dorm leaders and s/o...

I hope that you like it and have a great day!~

🌹 Riddle would lie, if he ever told you that you could never calm him down. The first-year students were always so loud and got on his nerves, except you of course! He loves you dearly! 🌹 But thank the great seven you were always there for him. Even now at this very moment, when Riddle was sitting on his chair, nagging around how exhausting it could be as dorm leader, while you listened to him, smiling softly at your boyfriend. 🌹 “I know that it can get difficult with them… Don’t forget that they are my friends.” You chuckled, softly tracing your fingertips on his cheeks as you lend down, while the redhead closed his eyes. Your lips neared him until they were nearly on his but then it happened… 🌹 “(Y/N)!” You heard one too overprotective person you really wanted to avoid. Crewel crashed into your room, staring at the scene with fury in his eyes. “Rosehearts, you better disappear or else…” The voice of your overprotective professor got deeper, as Riddle’s eyes widen in slight fear. “I will see you later.” He told you, walking out of the Ramshackle dorm as Crewel stared at you. “Really? Him?” – “You wouldn’t want me to be with anybody… Also Riddle is a great boyfriend!” Crewel rolled his eyes as he folds his arms, still staring at you.

🦁 Leona might be a lazy lion, but he was also a lovely lion, if you two were alone. He really liked your affection, especially the sweet kisses he gets, whenever you try to wake him up. 🦁 That is also one thing that you tried to do, so he will finally learn for the next test he had to write and Ruggie was too busy with who knows what to actually try to wake up the lion prince. “Wakey wakey, Leona.~” You tried to shake him, maybe it could wake him up, but no. Luck wasn’t on your side this time. Your hands touched his ears softly, hoping that if you touch him here and there, that you could get lucky with your little mission. “Kiss me. Maybe then I will wake up.” His lips turned into a bright smirk, as he opened one green eye and pulled you by the neck to get his little present. 🦁 “Or just kill the lazy lion.” You heard behind you, as you felt goosebumps all over your body. Oh no. It was Crewel! Groaning, Leona stood up as he clenches his teeth, staring at the overprotective professor. “No need to be an ass.” The prince uttered out. “You don’t have to be so overprotective. Nothing will happen to my herbivore.” – “Oh really? (y/n) can’t use any magic, what if you aren’t there to help them?” Crewel’s eyebrow dropped, angry to even have to discuss it with your boyfriend as the fatherlike man pulled you towards him. “Hands off of herbivore.” Leona growled, pulling you back.

🐙 Azul had a rough past with bullies always shoving him around, getting multiple insults and just feeling like a sad, chubby octopus, but then you came. The light in his dark life. He was beyond happy, when you showed him your loves and gave him lots of hugs and kisses. 🐙 “Rough day?” You massaged your boyfriend’s shoulders, who sighed in his office. “Yeah, Floyd accidently destroyed a table. I don’t know how he did it, but he did it…” You smiled at him, massaging his scalp until Azul turned around to thank you. “You are always welcome. But you could also thank me by giving me a kiss.~” Chuckling at you, Azul closed his eyes leaning towards you, but gets interrupted by a too overprotective being. 🐙 Or maybe multiple ones? Hushs and groans were heard all around you as dark figures flews around, just being seen on the walls of Azul’s room as you groaned. Sam. “Tell your friends to go away.” You listened carefully, now hearing the laugher of Sam, who walked towards you two. “Oh come on, (y/n), they just want to protect you, just like me. Come, time to go. I’m sure that you haven’t finished your homework.” – “I did!” But Sam and his dear friends have already pulled you to them, leaving Azul alone in his room.

🎉 Kalim, oh dear Kalim was so sweet, energetic and a lovable teen. There was nothing that could make him angry or sad. Even that little moment you two were in… 🎉 “K-Kalim, stop t-tickling me!” Tears a re leaving your eyes as you tried to stop your boyfriend, while laughers escaped your mouth, making him grin brightly at you and continuing his little torture. “I-I will give you a kiss, if y-you stop!” The dorm leader’s hands immediately stopped, still smiling at you as he leaned down to your face, awaiting for a sugar like sweet kiss. 🎉 “That’s baaad!~” “Nooo!~ Don’t!~” You heard around you. Kalim looked up, seeing shadowy-like creatures, who looked grumpy just like the man, who walks through the door of your room. “Listen to my friend from the other side. They aren’t the only ones, who think that you two shouldn’t do it.” Sam said, grabbing Kalim by the collar to drag him out. “Come, let’s have a small conversation…” – “Oh no…”

👑 Vil might not look like that or even acts like it, but getting a kiss from you, while he hasn’t make-up on? They were just as sweet as you were. It always made him happy, to see that grin on your lips, whenever you two kissed. It was lovely. 👑 Not only lovely, but it also suited you, just like the make-up he was using on you to test out the new ones he made himself. “Do you like the lipstick on me, Vil?” You asked him, as he leaned down, smiling at his work and he beautiful color of red on you. “It suits you wonderfully, sweet potato.” As you two smiled and leaned into each other to kiss like on many days you two had, an angry person stormed through Vil’s room, surprising you. “Professor Crewel?” 👑 Crewel liked Vil. He wasn’t like the other students, but hell no, he would never allow you and that blond dorm leader to kiss. Maybe you were right, he might be overprotective, but can you really blame him? You were living in another world and it surely is a dangerous one. Of course, he wanted to save you. “You aren’t (y/n) father.” Vil said, raising up from his seat as you walked to Crewel, trying to calm down the older man, so he will leave you and your boyfriend alone. “I might not be their father, but I am the only one here who actually protect (y/n). Remember all the accidents during the lessons and all the spells’ students do wrong? I am one of the people who actually helps (y/n) out.” The professor explained. “And I will protect my sweet potato as well.” Both are staring at each other furiously as you stood in between, trying to calm them both.

🎮 Idia is a shy mess. He loves your love and affection, but he could never give you as much as you gave him. The introvert was just too shy and would rather faint than do it, always thinking that he might do something bad, but thankfully he has you by his side! 🎮 The bluehead sighed. He really wanted to pull that great SSR of one of his favorite characters, but the gacha gods weren’t nice today. Fortunately, you were, as your head dropped to his shoulder, glancing at his phone to see that he only pulled some characters he had already pulled during the event. “Cheer up, Idia.~ You can still get it. The event hasn’t end yet.” You raised your hands, pulling his face towards yours to at least try to cheer him up with a sweet kiss of yours, as Idia stuttered and blushed at the thought of getting another wonderful, heavenly-like kiss of yours. 🎮 “Oh my, what’s this I see?” You hear a familiar voice, as your boyfriend and you shrieked, grabbing him in your hands in fear that something might attack you. “Don’t worry, it is just I and my friends from the other side.” Sam appeared, standing in a dark corner with shadows looming around him staring with bright grins on their mouth at you two love birds. “No kissy, you two.”

🐉 You were everything for Malleus. His treasure, the love of his long life and his soulmate. He would trade everything he had to get a lifetime with you by his side. He was like a sunflower and you the sun; he shall always look at you and only you. 🐉 “My love, are you alright?” the dragonic fae held your hand in his, smiling lovingly at you, as you nodded your head, continuing your small walk in the dark as the light of the stars shined on you. Malleus could swore that you looked like a god with the sweet light on you. If it would be alright, may he even get a sweet kiss of true love then? Leaning down to you, Malleus saw your cheeks turning red, knowing that you both wanted that sweet kiss, but unfortunately one person doesn’t want you to get that little kiss you two love birds wanted. 🐉 “Stars, dark and quite romantic. Wow. But I’m not a big fan of little (y/n) getting a kiss. What do you guys say, my dear friends?” Shadows touched your shoulders, flying around like big monsters, trying to get a small gap between you and your boyfriend. “If I’m not wrong, it isn’t forbidden to kiss their beloved significant other.” Malleus said to Sam, who shrugged his shoulders. “Yeaah, I know, but I still don’t want it to happen… Sooo… Shoo, walk away, prince, (y/n) has to go back to bed.”

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Good morning

Stiles wakes to something cold on his cheek.

Letting out a disgruntled groan, he blinks his eyes open to find Derek looking down at him, hand still reached out.

Derek wears a grey T-shirt that clings to his biceps, the fabric colored dark on his chest where it's damp from sweat. His face is slightly flushed from the cold outside but relaxed in a way that always makes Stiles heart tighten with happiness.

Stiles swallows down the words of affection his sleep-mushy brain provides and instead settles on a fond smile and a muttered "You're cold". Derek let's out an amused huff.

"You don't say, sherlock," he deadpans. "It's winter."

Stiles snuggles deeper into the warmth of his blanket at the mention of the cold winter morning waiting for him and eyes Derek as he pulls the damp T-shirt over his head.

His dick gives an interested jerk at the sight of Derek's bare back, the triskele lit up by the warm morning sun coming in through the tall windows.

"And you weirdo still run in nothing like a T-shirt..." he mumbles, not sure if he's begrudging Derek's ability to withstand cold or admires him for it.

Derek just shrugs. "I'm running hot. You know that."

Stiles can't help the grin that spreads on his face. "Not just running hot," he muses. "Standing hot. Sitting hot. Showering hot. Making breakfast hot."

Derek rolls his eyes and pushes Stiles face into the pillows, a smile playing on his lips.

"Shut up," he grunts and rolls his eyes again when Stiles clings to his arm and tries to pull Derek in bed with him.

They grapple for a few minutes, Derek finally unable to hold back a throaty laugh when Stiles manages to pull him onto the bed by clinging to him like an octopus.

"You happy now?" Derek asks, as he pushes Stiles' hair out of his face and playfully bites Stiles' shoulder, simply because he can.

Stiles just grins. "Well..." he starts, tongue darting out to lick over his upper lip. "I know something you could do to make me even happier."

As if Derek didn't already know what he was getting at, Stiles rolls his hips before rolling the two of them over so he's straddling Derek.

Derek's lips give an amused twitch. "And what makes you think I want to make you happy?"

Stiles leans forward, both his arms bracketing Derek against the headboard of the bed, pressing a kiss to the corner of Derek's mouth.

"I'd say that apartment key you gave me for my birthday is a pretty big clue," Stiles muses, kissing a line over Derek's cheek to his ear.

"... and I'd argue this," he rolls his hips down, pressing against the obvious bulge in Derek's pants, "is a pretty big indicator, too."

Derek grins.

"Pretty big indeed," he jokes and Stiles barks out a happy laugh because even though it happens more often these days, Derek Hale actually joking...? That's still something he has to get used to.

Derek's hands stroke lazy patterns on Stiles' thighs as he contently watches Stiles' happy face.

Stiles feels his body turn hot with every touch, unable to help the small rolling motion his hips make. But it's a lazy, domestic kind of heat, unhurried and comfortable.

"I want to make you happy," Stiles finds himself admit and for a second he's afraid that this admission out loud might make Derek pull back. But Derek just leans forward, catching Stiles lips with his own, his face warm and full of affection.

"I know," he breathes against Stiles' lips, sounding as if he couldn't belief someone would actually feel that way about him and it makes Stiles' heart swell with so much love for this stupid, self-depreciating idiot that he leans into the kiss, trying to convey just how much Derek deserves to be happy.

Later, when they stand under the warm shower, Derek happily humming as Stiles pushes the shampoo foam out of his hair, his fingers massaging Derek's scalp as he goes, Stiles thinks that that is what he wants:

Making Derek happy. Making him smile, relax, joke.

For the rest of their lives.