“Are you okay?” Derek asks quietly, turning Stiles around to himself. He brushes the wet hair out of Stiles’ face.
“I should ask you that,” Stiles replies thoughtfully, looking intently at Derek, and thinking about how he should be comforting him.
“Don’t worry about me, Stiles,” Derek insists. He trails his fingertips over Stiles’ collarbones, and Stiles closes his eyes, absorbing the touch, enjoying it. “I’m fine as long as you’re fine.”
“Do you memorize those lines from books or what?” Stiles says teasingly, opening his eyes again. Derek rolls his eyes as he leans in and nips at Stiles’ bottom lip.
“You have the worst timing with your damned sarcasm. It’s infuriating,” he complains against Stiles’ lips. “Just suck it up.”
People in their early twenties still refer to people older than them as “adults”. When do you think they stop… and realize… they are adults
I’m not an adult, I’m a child with a drinking permit.
Someone help. I shouldn’t be trusted with anything
try nail polish remover my lovely
On my tongue?O___O lmao. Although that maybe help for the fingers
..How do you even get super glue on your tongue?!
I don’t know. I just.. I shouldn’t be left alone ever.