Alexa: Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more…
Stiles, pillow over head groaning: Ugh, smartass. Alexa, what is the definition of love?
Alexa: According to my sources, Love is defined as-
Derek: Your boyfriend bringing your drunk ass tacos at 2am and making sure he’s hydrated before he passes out on the bathroom floor while hugging the toilet.
Stiles, flipping onto his back with grabby hands: Best answer, you win all the prizes! Alexa, you’re fired.
Alexa: Alright, setting 10 alarms between 5am and 6am.
Stiles, sitting up quickly: Alexa, no!
Alexa: Mieczysław, yes!
Derek, chuckling: That’s what you get for trying to reprogram her using youtube tutorials.
Awww, that’s so sad but so sweet at the same time. I can just imagine big, brooding Derek quietly asking Stiles if he can hold his hand when they’re out at a fair, or shyly asking if he can kiss Stiles.
Stiles never says “Duh” or “Stop asking” because he knows what happened to Derek in the past and he knows what it means to Derek, so every time Derek asks for affection Stiles smiles and says, “Please do.”
(My heart is melting over this! Thank you so much for sending it in!)
consider this: derek hale in a bath tub, bubbles up to his ears, rubber ducky optional but probably there somewhere. stiles watches adoringly from the doorway and maybe joins him.
derek hale is comfortable and happy and things are good.
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