ships and waves

How musicals changed my life
  • *sees a table*
  • Me: I love you like a table
  • *sees someone cries*
  • Me: They made you cry, but that will end tonight
  • *sees 7-11*
  • Me: Seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7-11 right there
  • *sees slushie*
  • Me: I pray at my alter of slush
  • *sees trees*
  • Me: I'm sending pictures of the most amazing trees
  • *sees windows*
  • Me: I'm waving through a window
  • *sees Sam Winchester smiles*
  • Me: When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart
  • *sees a ship*
  • Me: Guns and ships and so the balance shifts
  • *when someones say their ideas are original*
  • Me: I am inimitable, I am an original

Sterek AU: Forever Be My Valentine

The fourteenth of February marks the day Stiles’ vocabulary vanished leaving just a single word to be uttered in response to Derek’s proposal:

                                                    Y E S!

However, the shocked filter doesn’t last long as a veritable torrent of, “Derek”, “I love you”, and praises in both English and Polish tumble from his lips. 

“I can’t believe you did all this. And here I thought the only romantic bone in your body was mine.” Stiles’ salacious eyebrow waggling falters slightly at a firm, yet loving, swat to the ass by his chuckling fiancé.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Derek smirks, nosing his way down his jawline to his favorite spot on his neck just below his ear, eliciting a delicious shiver.

“Oh my god, that was terrible,” Stiles chokes on laugh. “Thank god you didn’t lead with that or I would have reconsidered my answer.”

Stiles let out a yelp as Derek nips at a tender spot.

“Lie.”

Stiles tilted his head giving him more room to explore. 

“Mmm. Yup. Truth is you had me at ‘This is private property.’ There were many very public things I wanted to do to said property.”

Derek eyes flash as he emits a playful growl as his hands slide down to grasp his ass and quickly hoist him up. Stiles’ legs automatically wrap around his hips as a surprised moan barely has time to escape; lips becoming entangled with his own. Blunt teeth gently nibble Stiles’ bottom lip, tongue soothing over the indentations, silently pleading for entrance; a satisfied rumble answers when it’s granted. Derek pulls back just enough to gaze into honeyed eyes filled with love and eternal mischief, slowly engulfed by blown pupils. His right hand cups his jaw, thumb gently traveling across the path of moles to plump, reddened lips.

“Feel like doing some trespassing tonight?”

Stiles tosses his head back, whole body shaking with laughter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Derek grins brightly at that thought “Not having any second thoughts, are you?”

Stiles’ arms tighten around Derek’s neck, pulling him into passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.

“Not on your life. I love you so much, Der.”

“Love you too, Stiles.”

The night was filled with saccharine whispers, breathless moans, praises to deities that may not exist, content groans, laughter and love. Stiles may have trespassed all those years ago, but they have since established a home in each other. 

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