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Thank you, sweetheart! I hope so too!

*hugs and kisses*

Oh that’s an easy one! There was a prompt! Well, at least the original prompt had requested a “brangelina” number of kids so I knew it had to be a lot. I’m from a family of four kids so four doesn’t seem that much to me and my dad is from a family of six kids which does seem a bit more crazy so I knew we had to be up there. In terms of getting to the actual number 7, it was more... I just wrote kids as they popped up. Luckily they all sort of appeared with pretty fully developed personalities! But yeah, I didn’t have a list or anything or a number I was trying to hit (in fact, when I had to write the next chapter, I had to go back through and like make sure I had everyone’s names right and wasn’t getting anyone confused). 

In terms of the “bros raising kids” part, well tbh, I didn’t like the prompt at all when I first read it because to me it didn’t make sense. Like why would stiles have all these kids? and also, where is scott? my first question when writing p much any sterek is “Where is Scott?” because like... why would he not be helping with this? So then I just solved both my problems with the idea of werewolf adoption and stiles isn’t really a single dad though he is a dad who is currently single because scott is there and i do love a good scott/stiles friendship in any fic. It has worked out VERY well considering at one point, I thought I wasn’t going to try to fill the prompt at all!

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Stiles sat against the headboard of his bed, knees drawn up a little and a book open on his thighs that he was more staring blankly through than actually reading. His dad had gone to bed hours ago, and Scott had left before that, and his head still hurt, and his cheek, and his shoulder, and he couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw claws spread wide and an open maw coming for him again.

Shivering, he scrunched himself even smaller on the bed, bunching the covers a little more tightly around himself. He hated feeling like this. He could hold his own in a fight. Had done so, on numerous occasions. But the wolves had all gone home with clean skin and would sleep without pain, and Stiles was left here to recover as best he could before the next big bad came knocking at their door.

He was not angry with them for it, or even bitter, it was just that some nights the darkness pressed in too closely, too hard. He was alone with the sound of his own breathing, his heart in his ears with its beat a little too fast when the shadows moved.

They had won. He was safe. He should feel safe.

He didn’t.

He just felt alone and, as much as he hated to admit it, anxious and afraid. Which was silly, he knew, or maybe not considering his life was full of so many unsafe things, but it was unreasonable at the moment. That didn’t stop the feeling.

A sharp rap at the window startled him, and he just barely contained his shout because he realized it was Derek tapping at his window. “It’s unlocked,” he said, feeling worse for knowing that he should have locked it.

Derek looked down and then up, and then laid his hands flat on the glass and slid the window open. In a second he was through it, closing it behind him, and then he stood there a moment, just looking at Stiles like this had somehow been Stiles’ idea. Like he was awaiting instruction.

“I came to check on you,” Derek said, a little too fast.

“I’m fine,” Stiles said, and even he could hear the tick of his heart speed up. “I mean, I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek told him, almost over the top of Stiles’ words. He looked down, jaw clenching for a second. “You shouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Stiles shrugged and then winced as pain flared in his shoulder. It was back in place now, but dislocation, he noted, hurt way more than it had any right to do. “That’s what happens when you’re a human running around with a pack of werewolves. It’s my choice.”

“I know,” Derek said, and oddly enough, Stiles believed him. “You still shouldn’t have… I should have… Look, I’m gonna go. I just-”

“Derek,” Stiles said, stopping him dead. Then he was out of words, so he just stared at Derek, heart pounding and breath a little too shallow to be good for him. He wanted to ask him to stay, he just couldn’t seem to force the words out of his closing throat.

But Derek seemed to understand anyway, shoulders relaxing a little and expression softening as he crossed to the edge of Stiles’ bed. He stopped short, his knees against the edge. “Someone should keep an eye on you overnight,” he said softly.

“Please,” Stiles breathed, not sure if he was agreeing or asking, but he desperately needed the company. Needed someone else in the room to keep him from chasing his thoughts in circles all night. “Stay.”

With a nod, Derek knelt on the edge of the bed, slipping so that he could sit beside Stiles, raising one arm so Stiles could get closer. Stiles didn’t hesitate to scoot in, letting Derek drape his arm gently over his shoulders in an almost-embrace, broad palm finding Stiles’ skin. It was instant relief, the way Stiles’ pain lessened at the touch, and he finally relaxed for real.

“Thank you,” Stiles managed to mumble, exhaustion hitting him hard now that his injuries were not talking over the top of his better senses.

Is the brad/nate u r refering to is gen kill?? Cause ill be happy for a fic rec in that fandom!

hello @teaandsunflower ask and you shall receive! 

36.  Last sentence you wroteFrom the AU where Stiles is Derek’s age that I’m slowly but surely working on:“I mean, you were going to get the body back after they finished the autopsy, you couldn’t wait like two days to do your werewolfy burial ritual?”

46.  Do you reread your own stories?Always! A few months later, I go back and do a typo fix run through. Or a few years later. I just did that with The Guard and Red and it took pretty much an entire day.

Aw thanks man! Sorry if this isn’t what you expected, but this just kinda happened? Also I’m sooooo sorry this took so long, I started off writing this completely differently, but that didn’t follow the prompt so I had to start again... Anyways, I hope you like it ^^

Thedoor creaks when Stiles opens it, just like it always has. He’s been tellingDerek they should get it fixed some time, but Derek never does anything aboutit and neither does Stiles. It’s not urgent or anything, but it’s another thingto add to the list of minor annoyances.

Hetoes off his shoes as he steps inside, hanging up his coat as he cracks hisneck. He loves his job - don’t get him wrong - but spending seventy percent ofhis time staring at a computer screen does nothing to alleviate minor aches, orthe fact that he should probably buy glasses some time soon.

“Honey,I’m home!” he calls out when he opens the door to their living room. They’vebeen living together for - what - three years now? Since Stiles decided to gethis Master’s anyways. They’ve certainly had enough time to build their ownlittle quirks and rituals, and Stiles has had more than enough time to pretendthe thought of Derek doesn’t send his mind reeling, doesn’t set his heartalight.

“Hey,I’m in here!” Derek calls - predictably - from the kitchen. Stiles can’t evenremember the last time Derek didn’t cook a meal for both of them.

“What’scooking, good-looking?”

Well... to be honest, I’m just not sure how you mix all these characters.

Like a part of me thinks watching Stiles and Shitty go toe-to-toe in an all-out prank war would be wonderful. 

But also Scott being a lax bro but being so freaking nice that none of the SMH team even knows what to do is also awesome. Like have Scott and Stiles be the same year as Tango and Whiskey and Holster and Ransom as so suspicious of this grinning, beautiful, nice boy who seems unaware that they are supposed to hate each other. His friend, Stiles, seems a little more like what a lax bro should be except Whiskey has been hanging out with him and apparently he is pretty funny and apparently Stiles is just as curious as Tango and--

OR Holster is doing his usual “glaring out at the lax bros” when he notices that a bunch of them are acting really weird... like, they go out at night randomly and it’s not even like they are partying and sometimes there is howling nearby and he and Ransom launch a full-scale investigation. What they find does not add up. Because werewolves aren’t real. (Are they as fake as ghosts, Ransom?? ARE THEY??)

OR Stiles isn’t on the lax team, but Scott, Danny, Isaac, and Kira are. Anyway, when some supernatural shit goes down on Samwell’s Campus, Stiles goes after it and gets hurt. He tries to stumble back to the lax house, only to be found by Bitty. Bitty is horrified by the amount of blood and brings him in and Stiles only manages to grunt out “lax hou--” before passing out so the assumption becomes that the evil lax bros have bullied and attacked this kid. Bitty is furious and gets Holster and Ransom to back him up as he goes over there to give them a piece of his mind because goddamnit Samwell is his safe place and it will be safe for everyone or so help him--- They get to the lax house only to find everyone in it in absolutely panic, looking for Stiles, and Scott, the bro who opens the door, is about a foot shorter than Holster and Ransom but his eyes seem to flash red and he pushes through them the moment Bitty gets out the word “Stiles” and before anyone he can follow he is across the street, one hand curled around Stiles’ ankle and his veins are running black and wtf is going on here--???

oh my gosh- thank you so much!!!! not gonna lie, we’ve kinda been worried it’s just us having fun in a corner- so we are quite glad you like it!!! :) :)