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“Do not tempt me.”

“Come on, Stiles.” Derek shook his shoulder. At least, he was pretty sure it was Stiles’s shoulder; he was buried so deep under the blankets it was difficult to tell. “It’s time to get up.”

“No,” came Stiles’s voice from under the blanket and pillow. “’S my day off.”

Derek sighed. “Yes, and you told me you wanted to get up and go running with me in the morning, remember?”

“I lied.”

Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles hadn’t lied; the exact conversation had involved the words don’t let me weasel out of it in the morning. He debated actually clawing the blankets to shreds to get Stiles out of them, but he didn’t want to replace them. They were good blankets.

“You know,” Derek bent over the pillow, “if you get up and go running with me, I could be persuaded to exercise in other ways when we get back.”

Stiles’s hand darted out from under the covers with his middle finger raised. “Do not tempt me, you...you tempter. We can still have it when you get back from your hell run.”

Ah well, sex promises only had a fifty percent chance of working when Stiles was determined to sleep in. Derek straightened back up. “Fine, then if you go running with me, we’ll stop by Julio’s for breakfast tacos.”

The blankets shifted, and one amber eye peeked out at him from under the pillow. “Julio’s breakfast tacos?”

Derek nodded solemnly. “And if you don’t go running with me...I’ll stop there by myself and I won’t bring any back for you.”

Stiles gasped in outrage. “You wouldn’t.”

Derek turned away to grab his shoes. “Oh, yes, I would. I’d even text you pictures while I ate them.”

“I could just get them myself,” Stiles said. “Without you.”

“Your Jeep’s in the shop,” Derek reminded him. “I’ll have the car. And if you walk all the way to Julio’s, you’ll get your exercise anyway.”

Stiles was silent in the way that meant he was trying to find the loophole in what Derek had just said.

Derek shrugged and headed out the door. “Well, guess I’m going to get breakfast tacos by myself. See you later.”

He was halfway down the stairs when he heard the muffled thump of Stiles falling out of bed. “Wait, you asshole, I’m coming!”

“Did you say something?” Derek called back. “Sorry, I’m heading out!”

“Fuck you, Hale!”

Derek smothered a laugh. “We can do that later!”

His answer was another series of thumps and muffled cursing.

isn't it beautiful? it's been years. 8, more or less. and we STILL get to receive the blessing that is daily sterek content. not as much as we used to (or so I heard) but still, it's comforting and so thrilling to open the tumblr app, go to the sterek tag and find new content every day. I just feel so grateful for the sterek fandom, the writers, the artists, the editors, the ones that come up with theories, prompts and every single one of you guys. thank you.

and remember, is thanks to you that sterek is and will always be eternal.

1. A/B/O!!!2. high school au3. coffee shop au4. historical au5. prison au

  I know it can be hard for parents to keep track of...

my parents wouldn’t have cared tbh