skybluejeep | IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

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IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

Hi, you've reached the Stud Muffin. Can't answer the phone right now. Why are you even calling? Texting. Wave of the future.

BLEEP.

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Wherever you want to go. [ He says quietly, fondly, after Stiles is done with his little mini spiel, leaning back to put Stiles down, so he can turn around and pull him close. ] If you want to stay here, I'll come here. If you want to go there, you can come with me.

Then to the tree-house it is! Oh my god. We're actually gonna be living together. We're gonna drive each other crazy, you know that, right? Like, hogged bathrooms and not putting the cap back on the toothpaste and stealing each others' clothes.

This is gonna be awesome.

...I like it when you wear my clothes.

I know.

Although you in my clothes is still kinda hilarious. Your shoulders are ridiculous and you stretch out my t-shirts.

You're the one who told me to change.

And you're the one who picked a shirt I haven't worn since eighth grade. That wasn't on me. That was, like, laundry day shirt. I only wear that when everything else is in the washer.

None of them fit.

Like I said, it's not my fault you have shoulders like a Greek god.

I do not have shoulders like a Greek God.

Yes you do.

And I love them.

You've never even met a Greek God, how would you know?

I have seen statues! I've been to museums. Zeus was built just like you. All you need is a thunder bolt and a tendency to sneak into people's beds by disguising yourself as their long-lost husband or a bull or something, and you're Zeus.

Really? Zeus. Not Apollo?

...You're totally my Apollo. My god of the sun, blinding me with your beauty.

So that makes you Hyacinth, then?

...I think so! Just don't throw any frisbees at my head and I think we'll be okay.

Promise. [ And he leans down to kiss him. ]

[Stiles kisses back, a giant grin on his face.]

When can I move in?

...when do you want to?

ASAP? Now? Tonight? Immediately?

You know, whenever is good.

[He's really hoping this isn't too forward, heh.]

[ It's not possible for it to be too forward, considering Derek asked him in the first place. He shimmies out of Stiles' hold, plants a quick kiss on his forehead. ] I'll go start getting ready.