- Stiles: Fuck, it’s as hot as satan’s sauna in here.
- Derek: So turn the fan on.
- Stiles, whining: Can you do it for me? I don’t feel like moving, plus you’re better at turning things on.
- Derek: *Lasciviously smirks*
- Stiles, sighing: I mean physically get up and do it. Your charm isn’t that powerful.
- Derek, eyes rolling: *flips the switch*
- Derek: Better?
- Stiles: Oh god, yessssss
- Derek: *huffs & glares at his book*
- Stiles, weakly kicks at Derek’s thigh: Don’t be jealous, you’ll always be my number one blower, Der.
ok purify me then