Dylan O’Brien on the set of Teen Wolf Season 4
Uhhh, yes please, I will take a thousand fics about Stiles leaning up against things, looking all long and lean. Agent!Stiles resting against the building, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he keeps an eye out for a signal; Hooker!Stiles, at the corner of a shadowy alley, hips alluringly jutted out; Teacher!Stiles propped up just outside his classroom, laughing at something Miss Reyes has said as students file past them.
Jock!Stiles leaning casually against his locker, discussing this afternoon’s upcoming lacrosse game with Scott, but his eyes keep straying down the hall to where Derek’s talking and laughing with the guys on the basketball team. Derek’s a senior, the captain of the basketball team, Homecoming King, and an undeniable shoo-in for Prom King, once May rolls around.
Stiles and Scott are only juniors, but the lacrosse team wouldn’t be winning any games without them, which means they’re invited to all of the best parties. Same as Derek and his friends, even if the basketball guys and the lacrosse guys don’t usually mingle that much. Lydia Martin had a rager this past Saturday, the kind of party that gets broken up by the cops. Scott spent most of it making out with Kira in the kitchen. Stiles, on the other hand…
Derek glances up, and his eyes meet Stiles’ for just a moment before sliding right past him, like Stiles isn’t even there at all.
Which, that’s fine, Stiles thinks, as he turns back to Scott. They’re clearly going to pretend the drunken blowjobs they’d given each other in the Martins’ basement den never happened. That’s cool.
"So, is your knee gonna be up to today’s game or what?" Stiles asks loudly, slinging an arm around Scott’s shoulders.
"Dude, I keep telling you, I’m totally fine," Scott says, and as they walk down the hall, Stiles pretends he can’t feel the weight of Derek’s gaze at all.