IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

[skybluejeep]

 

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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Comments

[garou]

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

[skybluejeep]

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.

[garou]

Really? Zeus. Not Apollo?

[skybluejeep]

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

[garou]

So that makes you Hyacinth, then?

[skybluejeep]

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

[garou]

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

[skybluejeep]

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

When can I move in?

[garou]

...when do you want to?

[skybluejeep]

ASAP? Now? Tonight? Immediately?

You know, whenever is good.

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

[garou]

[ 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.

[skybluejeep]

Awesome. Me too.

Oh wow. Derek we're gonna live together.

[garou]

You're really sure?

[skybluejeep]

Nah. I think I'm gonna actually go move in with Cora just to torment you.

Yes I'm sure!

[garou]

Okay. [ He nods, and his face splits into probably the biggest smile Stiles has ever seen on him. ] Okay. I'll see you later?

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles feels like he's been punched in the gut, but in a good way. Seeing Derek smile like that always does that to him. His face goes slack and he just stares at him in pure awe. This gorgeous, perfect man...loves HIM?]

Yeah. Yeah, okay. Yeah. Wow.

[garou]

[ Derek darts forward and kisses Stiles one more time, cupping his face in his hands gently before pulling away, and darting out the door. ]