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godsensei:

He has been happy. That should’ve been his warning. Derek has been achingly happy. Waking up to Stiles next to him, bumping into each other as they make breakfast, singing and laughing, planning a grocery list instead of an attack strategy, gripping onto each other in the shower– he should’ve known. It’s because he doesn’t get to have nice things, he doesn’t deserve to have good people in his life– so they’re taken away from him. It’s all his fault. He’s a walking curse, an actual living nightmare. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Stiles is taken away from him, can’t even bring himself to think about it. All he can do is wait, all he can do is watch as another life slips through his fingers like dust– like ash. 

Do you know any fics where Stiles is a hot husband. Like he’s introduced and everyone us blown away from his attractive he is. Sterek endgame.

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ladydrace:

christinesficrecs:

Hey 🙂

Sorry! This doesn’t sound familiar. Maybe in some a/b/o fics but not like actual married sterek. I’ll post if I think of anything. 

I have never heard of this fic, but now I wanna write one.

Sure, Derek is handsome and kind, and it’s kind of a bummer to everyone at his workplace that he’s so disgustingly happily married. But the way he talks about his husband? That guy must be kind of a doofus. Funny, definitely, considering how often Derek tells tales of all the antics he’s gotten up to just to cheer Derek up, but just as often the stories are about him being a clutz. Like dropping not one, but two entire bags of flour all over himself, accidentally ripping his pillow while taking the pillowcase off for washing, stumbling down the stairs for the sixteenth time, fistpumping and accidentally hitting a lamp, breaking both the lamp and his own pinky… the list goes on.

Seriously, this guy sounds hilarious. And sure, Derek says he’s gorgeous, but the only picture they’ve seen of him is one where he’s drunk and has his entire face wrapped in sticky tape. Derek has it as his phone background.

Sure, Derek might have more, but honestly? People aren’t that curious. The stories are a lot funnier anyway.

But then comes Derek’s something-anniversary working for whatever the company is, and he decides to invite everyone to his house for dinner and to meet his husband. They’re all kinda expecting a clown, to be honest.

What they get is a fucking runway model. Waistcoat hugging his body, hair perfectly styled, pants making it abundantly clear where he’s got what, eyes and smile to sweep you away. He’s absurdly gorgeous. 

Derek doesn’t even notice that everyone has gone deadly quiet while having several different crises. He just gives his husband a kiss hello, and starts introducing everyone.

“I think you broke them, babe,” Stiles says, barely containing his grin. “Have you been telling them about the lamp again?”

“… no? Okay, yes.”

“Ugh, seriously? That story makes me sound like I can’t control my limbs. No wonder they’re frozen in shock that I can take two steps without falling over.”

“Hi. You’re really beautiful,” one co-worker manages weakly after a while, and Stiles has to stop and blink for a second. 

“Uhm. Thank you?”

Meanwhile Derek is just standing there all smug, because damn right he hit the jackpot here.