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ladydrace:

@eeyore9990

MAMA EEY, I FUCKING DID IT. 

This is for all you muricans. GO VOTE. VOTE FOR HILLARY.

* * *

The heavy book in Stiles’ lap is titled
Wards Against Negative Intent And Evil Souls. The pages are
old and brittle so the pages have to be turned delicately, but the
tension in Stiles’ hands makes it clear that, if he could, he would
be flipping pages fast and rough.

”There’s gotta be something in here.
There has to be,” he mutters, as Derek walks into his room.

”What are you looking for?”

Stiles doesn’t even look up, so used to
Derek just wandering in without knocking. ”Something to protect us
against that spray-tanned, shouty, oversized dingleberry that somehow
made it onto our ballots.”

Derek frowns. ”Like what?”

”I dunno, but come on, there’s gotta
be, like… a ward or a spell or a charm, something, anything
to help turn the tides of this goddamn election.”

It’s a long while before Derek huffs,
and then gently takes the book from Stiles’ hands. ”Hey, what do
you think you’re doing?!”

”Stiles,” Derek says firmly,
crouching down in front of him to make them more level. ”You’re
eighteen now. So you have at least one tool at your disposal to help
ward off this evil.”

It’s downright entertaining how Stiles’
whole face goes slack and then lights up. ”I… I’d completely
forgotten. I can vote… Derek, I can vote!” He beams at Derek for
a moment, before his face turns panicked. ”Oh, god, I can vote, but
I haven’t even registered, fuck, what do I do, there’s gotta be
something-”

”Stiles, breathe.”

”But, Derek-”

”I did it for you. Okay? I knew you
were busy with, you know. Ghouls and stuff, so I figured you hadn’t
gotten around to it.”

The way Stiles is gawking at him is
weirdly gratifying. ”That… that is so surprisingly devious of
you. I like it!”

Derek hands Stiles his confirmation
notice, and he grasps it like it’s a present he always wanted. ”You
also need to maybe watch your wallet a little better. Stealing your
information was ridiculously easy.”

”For someone I trust with my life and
money, sure,” Stiles says with a grin, popping out of his chair and
looking around for his jacket. ”But good point, you totally
betrayed my trust, shame on you, you owe me a million favors.”

”I owe you my life a few times, I
figured it wouldn’t make much of a difference,” Derek says, and
grabs the jacket from the one place Stiles hasn’t looked, the hook
behind the door. ”Now get moving, the nearest polling station
closes in two hours. I’ll drive.”

”Still! Betrayed trust, Derek!”

”Just go vote for Hillary, and we can
discuss how I can make it up to you.”

”Would a blowjob be out of line?”
Stiles asks, and Derek can’t quite figure out if he’s serious. But it
doesn’t matter, because the answer would probably be the same either
way.

”Sure. As long as Hillary wins.”

Stiles stumbles with surprise, and then
flails his arms into his jacket sleeves in his hurry to get out the
door. ”Okay, we’re gonna go vote, right now, and then I’m going
back to look through that book some more. Man on a mission, coming
through!”

He’s out the door and at the car before
Derek has even stopped laughing.

End.