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Derek watched as Stiles put a sleepy snake named Jackson around his neck while petting him.

“Is he around?” Stiles asked, whispering.

“Obvioussssly… Ssstaring at you…” Jackson replied with a hiss, knowing he won’t get his beauty sleep anytime soon.

Stiles started petting Jackson the snake, trying to ignore the fact that Derek was actually looking at him. He always thought that he was the invisible human in the pack, needed only for research.

“You promissssed me a ssssnack…” Jackson hissed at him.

“I’ll give you once you’re back to yourself,” Stiles pets Jackson.

Jackson hissed at him, which only caused Stiles giggles as he pet his head.

“How come you know that much about snakesss?” Jackson asked. He couldn’t help with the hissing.

“I had a boa constrictor.” Stiles replied with a smile.

“And what happened to your ssssnake?”

“I don’t remember, probably happened after my mom died and with the sleepwalking, my dad, I think, said once that I may take the boa constrictor and while on sleepwalking and set it free.” Stiles answered after a moment while trying to recall himself of what happened to his pet.

“You have me, asssss long asssss you want to drop me ssssomewhere….” Jackson turned his head toward Stiles, hissing at him.

“You don’t have to worry about that, my friend. I think that the sleepwalking stopped when Derek wanted me to stay in his pack…” Stiles said.

“That’s because we are your family, dumbasssss.” Jackson smiled at him, the little tongue hissing toward Stiles who kept petting Jackson.

“Is he still staring?” Stiles asked.

“Yessss, he doessss…” Jackson replied.

Derek looked out of jealousy as Jackson enjoyed himself in his snake form around Stiles' neck, and Derek wanted to be the one around Stiles, with his werewolf form.

Derek heard their conversation as the rest of the pack. He was certain that his pack could scent his jealousy as he kept staring at Stiles.

Derek could feel something slick moving around his body until it rested around his neck. The alpha was caught off guard.

“You were ssssso busy looking at your mate that you didn’t know I wasss there…” Jackson hissed at him.

“Jackson, what is the meaning of this?” Derek asked, as he stared at his beta, instead of staring at Stiles.

Jackson hissed and then replied with a smile on his face, "You're jealous, aren't you?"

Derek nodded. A gasp left his mouth, and he could just listen to the snake around his neck.

“I can help you,” Jackson hissed at him and then he told him the plan.

Meanwhile, Stiles hid in the kitchen, anxious. Not knowing what happened between Jackson and Derek, he tried to make him busy and not think of it too much.

Jackson left Derek and returned to his human form.

Now all left to do is, watching these two idiots kiss already so the entire pack won’t need to walk on eggshells, the pack needs to celebrate. It’s been awhile, and Jackson missed it.

“Stiles?” Derek asked softly, hoping to catch the young man’s attention.

Stiles turned around fast, forgetting that he was holding something. He didn’t even hear the plate breaking; he was rooted to his spot, the man of his crush calling his name.

Stiles pinched himself, making sure that it wasn’t a dream.

Derek walked toward him, fearing that maybe Stiles got hurt from the broken glass.

“Are you hurt?” Derek asked, brushing his hand over Stiles’s face. “Stiles? Are you hurt?”

Stiles leans his face toward Derek’s touch, enjoying the warm hand touching him softly.

“Stiles, are you hurt? Were you hurt?”

“N… No…” Stiles replied, wishing this moment never ends, standing so close to the alpha.

“Are you sure?” Derek asked, can’t leave his eyes away from him, yearned to kiss him and keep him closer.

Derek’s senses seemed gone out of the window when all he could think of and see was Stiles, that he didn’t feel someone behind him, and had been shoved straight toward Stiles's arms.

Derek could feel Stiles kissing him. He surrounded the kiss, holding Stiles as the kiss deepened.

When the kiss ended, both gasped for air.

“It’s about damn time,” Jackson said with a smug smile as he continued, “If I only knew it would take one shove, I would do it ages ago…”

“Thanks, Jax.” Stiles nodded at his friend.

Derek gave him a death glare.

Jackson shrugged, ignoring the death glare the alpha gave him, as he said, staring at Stiles, “Where’s my snack?”

“About that…” Stiles replied, motioned toward the floor.

Derek faced his beta and said quickly, “It wasn’t his fault… I startled him.”

“Don’t con me, and the rest of the pack, mighty alpha, we all know how much you love Stiles, it goes both ways, we could see both of you drooling toward each other when you think the other doesn’t see you.” Jackson felt strong at the moment.

“He is right, you know,” Isaac added, and then congratulated the pair, “We waited too long to see you idiots kissing already, and if it wasn’t for Jackson, we probably kept waiting longer.”

“Why are they calling us ‘idiots?’” Derek asked.

“Because we are, we could have kissed ages ago, but we… I was afraid that maybe you’re not see me,” Stiles replied.

Derek nodded, pulled out the card from his wallet, and said to Jackson, “Take it, buy any snacks you want, and take the pack with you.”

“What are you going to do?” Isaac questions them.

“I’m going to kiss my idiot. Sorry, I mean, Stiles…” Derek replied.

“You’re my idiot too, love.” Stiles said, grinning from ear to ear.

Jackson grinned. He loved when a plan came together, reaching Plan K for a kiss.