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Emma. I have lost the USB drive with my thesis on it. It has disappeared because for once I am positive I did not leave it in a computer at school. If you have time and feel so inclined, some classic Derek being a good boyfriend/husband and comforting Stiles would be much appreciated right now.

pale-silver-comb:

I hope this does something to help, sweetheart. I was lost for what to write, so I thought “hey, let’s write about Stiles and Derek having a meaningful conversation about how much Derek loves Stiles and, while we’re at it, let’s make that conversation take place in the shower!” (I truly hope this doesn’t completely suck. I am sorry if it does. My brain died on me.)

“When I said my thesis was a matter of
life and death, I didn’t mean literally, Derek.”

Derek rolls his eyes, ignoring Stiles,
turning on the shower. “You told me to guard it with my life.”

“Yeah but…I didn’t mean literally with
your life,” Stiles argues, reaching for a couple of towels, smacking Derek on
the back of the head with one of them. “Haven’t you ever heard of a hyperbole?
Come on, Derek, you read Shakespeare and Homer for fun.”

“You cried when your laptop
accidentally ate one paragraph of that thesis last week. I wasn’t about to lose
your entire project to a band of pixies.”

“An evil band of pixies. What if
they had taken you back to their fairy realm, Derek? What if you had been
forced to marry one of them? What if-”

“That’s fairies, not pixies,” Derek
interrupts. “Pixies are different from fairies. If you want, you could argue
pixies belong in faerie mythology but too many people mistake pixies for
fairies which is actually highly-”

“Oh my god,” Stiles groans, throwing
his head back, running a hand down his face. “You’re going to turn our kids
into nerds, aren’t you? And not even the fun, cool, sci-fi kind.”

“-dangerous.” Derek blinks. “You – you
want to start a family?”

“That is beside the point,”
Stiles says, pulling his t-shirt over his head, although he can’t help but
notice the way Derek smiles as he does, small and private, still convinced
after all these years Stiles can’t see when he does that; lights up like
a freaking Christmas tree inside. It makes Stiles want to kiss him, to shake
him and tell him yes, of course he wants to start a family with
him – he’s wanted his adopted babies for years – but he refrains, because he is
still mad. Furious, really. “You could have died.”

“Hardly.”

“You could have lost a limb.”

“It would have grown back.”

“You could have-”

“No.”

“You are so infuriating.”

“I thought that was why you married
me,“ Derek smirks.

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So I read this fic once where Stiles is sent to the future and he’s married to Derek. It was cute, but I really want to see the flip side of that? Where Derek gets sent to the future and he wakes up next to a man who has a vaguely familiar cute nose and he has to deal with the fact that Stiles gets hot when he’s older and they got married and he just doesn’t understand how his life ended up so well, or how he could possibly end up being so happy when he feels like he doesn’t deserve to be…pls

loserchildhotpants:

Hope you enjoy, @exesandohohohs!

The first thing Derek ever notices about anyone or anything is scent. It’s the most helpful sense for him; always has been. So when he registers that he’s awake, he breathes in deeply to assess his surroundings.

There are tufts of sweet smelling hair his face must be cradled against because the hair flutters under his breath. He’s in bed with a man; there’s a distinctly masculine scent to him and his body is made up of lines and curves similar to Derek’s. Something about him smells vaguely familiar too; like acacia and honey. 

Derek’s wearing lavishly soft flannel pants, his torso is bare though and so is the other man’s – with how their legs are tangled, Derek determines that they’re wearing similar if not the same exact pair of pajama pants.

His brows pinch. 

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Hi for the heart fic request thing could you do one for the “don’t go” prompt, like if Stiles is having a rough night and snaps at Derek and Derek turns to leave or something? Idk but I love your blog so so so much!! Thank you :D

haletostilinski:

For the Sterek Valentine’s Meme

“Mmm,” Stiles hums into Derek’s kiss, chasing after his lips as Derek pulls back. “No,” Stiles whines, grabbing Derek by the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. 

Derek laughs into the kiss, gently extracting Stiles’ hand from his neck. “Stiles, babe, I have to go, they called me in, I can’t just ignore that.” Even though I want to, Derek thought to himself as Stiles flopped down onto their bed with an exasperated sigh, bare chest on display, tempting Derek to just say fuck it and give in. 

“I just wish we could lay in bed all day forever,” Stiles pouted, his golden brown eyes enticing Derek in a way no one else’s ever could. 

“I know, I do too, believe me, I do. But I have to work, and so do you again, starting Friday,” Derek reminded Stiles, who groaned. 

They’d just been married a week and a half ago, and in the week and a half they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other, but Derek was a deputy, and that didn’t let you have a full two weeks off most of the time as you had intended. It sucked that he had to leave his very naked and very willing husband, but said husband’s father was also his boss, and he didn’t want the Sheriff to have even think about his new son-in-law doing…those things to his son. 

Which is why he couldn’t be late. 

But his husband was making it incredibly hard not to be. 

When Stiles smirked as he turned his head to Derek, Derek narrowed his eyes at the look in his eyes. 

“Oh no, Stiles, don’t even think-”

But Stiles, biting his lip, slid up to his knees on the bed, and let the sheet fall to the mattress, leaving him bare. 

Fuck. 

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