You can’t see anyones reflection in anything except yourself and your soulmate….
Image your otp getting to know each other but both actively avoid mirrors because they are scared to find their soulmate. They even become so close friends that they talk about it. Then one day they just happen to be in one of those mirror elavators and they see each other….
Chris and Peter run HA Menswear. Stiles works at Gamesworld. They strike up an agreement, sharing kitchen and bathroom access. Stiles would like to share more, but Hot Suit guys are a couple, so he knows it will never happen. Never. Right?
- I’ve been making a lot of moodboards lately, but I had to make this one after seeing so many pictures of these three in suits. I hope you like it, Bunny!
Chris hoisted Stiles over his shoulder. “I’m pulling rank. We need a
snack.” He punctuated with a swift smack to Stiles’ bottom. “We’re going
to eat you up, pretty boy. Then you can go back to cooking. Sound like a
(2,182 I Not Rated I Complete) *chris/stiles, magic!stiles
You could not blame Chris for this. Really. He was
getting older, his senses still sharp but not what they were as a
younger man. At 42 he couldn’t be expected to be constantly aware of his
surroundings while in his own home. Also, it was before coffee, which
should be excuse enough.
It also wasn’t his fault that his
daughter decided to invite the werewolf pack she was apart of to their
apartment, before dawn. It was Saturday and Chris wanted to sleep in
before his date. But no, he was too nervous. God, he had a date. And he
was nervous about it! His boyfriend made him feel like an awkward twenty
something not a grown man with an established name in his career.
So, lack of proper sleep, increasing age, unyielding nerves, and his daughter were clearly to blame.
They’ve been together long enough now that they don’t have arguments
over the big stuff anymore: there’s a few things they’ve each accepted
as fact. Derek hates Olive Garden. Stiles refuses to let Derek work on
the Jeep. Derek doesn’t dance. They’re never going to get
werewolf-married because Stiles is never going to do the thing where
Derek locks his werewolf dick in Stiles’s ass and jizzes all up his
colon while they lie on a bed of rose petals and listen to mood music.
(7,131 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, stilinski family feels
Then, he gets the text. The text, okay. I’m pregnant,
it reads. All unassuming, no punctuation or emoticons or, you know,
actual emotion. Derek checks the date. It’s not April first. It’s the
beginning of March, which Derek probably should have remembered. A
moment later, another text comes in that says, Dad says I should have waited to tell you in person. Then, two seconds after that, He also says I shouldn’t have admitted that I told someone before you. Love you, boo. Call me.
“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in
a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to
gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and
towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like
this all the time?”
“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.
When there is ‘fluff and angst’ in fanfic description, and you’re trying to predict how much angst there will be based on number of chapters, characters, other works by this autor, relationships, number of kudos, hits and comments, and at the same time trying to avoid spoilers