for @smokesforsterek because she’s done with finals! and requested Derek cooking for Stiles and them watching Deadpool I almost followed her directions…and then this happened :D
Stiles is dead on his feet. Five finals, three presentations and two final papers over the course of four days and Stiles is dead fucking tired. As he stumbles up the stairs to his and Derek’s apartment he both curses his final night class and rejoices that it’s over. Forever.
He wants nothing more than to crash and he doesn’t even care where he lands at this point. The couch, the floor with a pillow, against Derek’s strong perfect back wherever Stiles finds him. He just wants to close his eyes and let his brain rest.
He fumbles his keys pulling them out of his pocket and he sighs deeply as he bends over to pick them up off the floor and finds the one for his door. The floor outside the door looks so incredibly inviting he has to shake himself slightly to actually put the key in the lock, turn it and let himself in.
Opening the door and walking in Stiles’ senses are assaulted; smells from the kitchen are wafting towards him, every light is on and he squints his tired eyes against the brightness. Soft jazz is playing over the speakers in the apartment and Stiles quirks a tired smile as he locks the door behind him and shuffles towards the kitchen.