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oMG I’m laughing my ass off

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Derek doesn’t know how to tell Stiles about the video without explaining where he found it, and “I was trolling the Neckz ‘n Throats  message boards for threads with your name solely in the interest of protecting your purity and honor” sounds a little thin, even to him. If it weren’t so— it’s just— Stiles is so young, and the shirt is— obscene, although Derek gets how Stiles wouldn’t have known that, at the time.

It makes Derek sad, that he reacts to it, that he sees why it’s up there, why people might think it’s hot. Stiles is a child, singing and dancing, not much older than when Derek met him. He’s got the same huge, amber eyes, the same warm, mobile mouth. His arms look so white, maybe alabaster, Derek thinks: like something on a heroine in a romance novel. 

Eventually Derek sets up a fake email address, a bunch of generic names strung together, JimEdParker@gmail, and send Stiles a link. Thought you should know, it says. I don’t know where they found it. 

Stiles never says anything about it, but he looks a little hunted, maybe, for a week or two after, withdrawn, distracted. One day Derek goes on— just to check, to see, if it’s still there, and the whole website is down, the word PERVERTS enormous and white on a black background. Danny’s tag is tiny in the bottom right-hand corner. Derek can’t find the video anywhere, on YouTube or other message boards, websites. He’s glad. He’s definitely glad. He almost wishes he’d never seen it, the pale sweep of skin, so that he knows what Stiles looks like, under his tan, under his clothes.