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brad and ray babysits nate and walt's twin babies

"seriously, homes, are you the baby whisperer?" ray calls over baby screams while trying not to wake the sleeping baby on brad's chest.

brad shakes his head, palm gently splayed over wes's back as the four month old sleeps on his chest, feeling his heart beat steadily under his own palm, "just takes a delicate touch, ray."

ray glares, still bouncing around, still rocking. noah continues to scream, loud and pitiful, and ray is really trying his hardest to remember what nate and walt said, but it's all being drowned out by the screaming baby in his arms.

"ray, try a bottle, try singing, try something," brad suggests, not budging from where he's got wes cradled on his chest.

"tried singing, guess it's bottle time," ray murmurs, wandering in to the kitchen and following the instructions written in nate's block handwriting on the fridge.

ten minutes later, he's slumped on the couch next to brad, noah working his way through his bottle, looking around contentedly with blue eyes, "remember when i said i wanted kids?"

"mhm."

"i changed my mind."

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BECAUSE I'M CRAVING JALEC. i just want jalec sexy times. with drunk!alec driving jace mad would be kind of amazing. THERE.

jace is trying his hardest, his absolutely hardest, to keep from pressing alec into the couch and just having his way because, damn, if the older male isn't about to drive him to drinking. which is ironic because alec is driving him to drinking because he's been drinking.

alec has got to be the most affectionate drunk jace has ever met in his life. if by affectionate, one means, horny and very touchy-feely. which is why jace has one of his hands tangled with each of alec's, but he's out of hands and alec is very intently grinding down into his lap.

"clearly i have the patience of a monk."

alec pulls back from where he's been working on leaving a mark on jace's neck, eyebrow lifted, "what?"

jace shakes his head, squeezing alec's hands lightly in his, wishing he had one free at least, "nothing, parabatai," he murmurs softly, groans as alec rolls his hips down.

"oh, to hell with it," jace leans up, capturing alec's lips in a kiss and releasing his hands, both of them working to get the other undressed as fast as possible.

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Sequel! Derek realizing he's not just staying in the guest room, they're kind of LIVING together by now.

it's been a month since the incident with the old lady at the grocery store. derek wakes up in the guest room or what he and stiles have both started calling his room, listens to stiles bang around in the next room, getting ready for work before deciding to get up himself.

he's been working on his family's house for a while now, trying to get it back to its former glory or as close to it as he can manage. he's making fried eggs, a little runny like stiles likes them, when it finally hits him.

and, damn, if it isn't a shock. the toast popping up shocks him out of it and derek ends up scooping the eggs onto a plate. he adds toast and is pouring glasses of orange juice when stiles wanders into the kitchen.

he says something but derek is too caught up in his own mind to catch it.

"what?"

stiles looks over at him, eyebrow lifted as he cuts into his eggs. "i said thanks for making breakfast."

derek nods a little, "no problem," he murmurs, setting one of the glasses of orange juice in front of stiles, before taking a drink of his own.

"i should get off early today," stiles states, looking in derek's direction, "i can pick us up something."

nodding, derek finishes his glass and sets it in the sink, moving so stiles can put his own dishes in as well. he watches stiles leave, realizes that the other's badge is still sitting on the counter.

derek shakes his head and grabs it, heading out the door, just as stiles starts to back out the driveway. he crosses in front of the car around to the driver's sider, leaning in towards the window, one arm bracing him on the top of the door, "forget something?"

stiles grins sheepishly at derek, taking the badge from his grasp. "thanks," he murmurs and presses his lips to derek's cheek.

derek can only stare after stiles's car in mild shock.

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Sequel! To any of them! Just never stop writing 'cause you're glorious and I love you.

on stiles's day off, he doesn't wear his uniform. derek isn't sure how to feel about that, especially when he discovers that his uniform is replaced with basket ball shorts that he can barely keep above the waist band of his boxers, because even if stiles has filled out and does have a nice ass, it's still not enough to keep anything up around his hips without a belt or tie.

derek also learns that stiles is an obsessive cleaner. and every time he tries to help, he just gets shooed out of the way. he figures he finally wears stiles down enough when stiles shoves the broom into his hands and then not so gently shoves him out of the dining room and into the kitchen.

once stiles deems the place clean again, derek finds himself getting dragged across town so stiles can buy groceries and pester him about what he likes to eat. it's an adventure and they seem to argue about everything that ends up in the cart.

it's all going pretty good until this little old lady wanders over, barely paying derek any mind as she hugs stiles and pinches his cheeks, causing him to flush red as she fawns over him.

derek's simply watching in amusement when she turns in his direction. "you must be the young man that's gotten poor stiles all enamored and tongue tied," she states and pats his cheek.

she turns back to stiles, "he is quite handsome," and derek wants to laugh because stiles looks like a fish but he's too busy trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

she says something else to stiles, thanking him derek thinks, before she wanders off, leaving the two of them standing in the cereal and juice aisle. "don't say a word, hale."

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Derek/Stiles, Stiles goes to confront Derek for threatening Jeremy. (OBSESSED with this little verse now)

stiles is fuming. livid, furious, angry, mad, and every other word under the sun that means he's about to rip derek's intestines out with his bare fists. he's so angry that the violent and very gross thought doesn't even make him pauses as he storms up the newly redone steps of the hale house.

he doesn't even knock, just bursts in. "derek!"

derek's head pops from around the door frame to the kitchen, eyebrows almost comically high. "what?"

"of all the stupid, stubborn, pig headed, annoying things you've done, i think you've finally managed to outdo yourself for once!"

derek still looks confused, stepping into the entry way where stiles is, but keeping his distance, "what's your problem now?"

stiles looks like he's considering impaling derek on the sharpest object necessary so the werewolf takes a step back without realizing it. "jeremy! you actually attempted to threaten jeremy!"

oh. derek shrugs and lifts an eyebrow, "so?"

stiles stalks forwards, pressing a finger into derek's chest, "you don't get to threaten him away from me! you don't have the right! even if you hadn't broken up with me, you still wouldn't have the right!"

derek rubs the spot on his chest, watching stiles storm off, "shit."

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Derek/Stiles, sequel... again, 'cause you love me so much - catching up over a lot of scotch? (Idk, running out of ideas but I still want to see it continued lol)

derek isn't sure how many glasses of scotch stiles has downed yet, but he vaguely wishes that he could get drunk as well. especially because it seems the more alcohol he takes in, the more prone stiles is at trying to get naked.

his button up is long gone with his belt, sitting there in his uniform pants and undershirt that looks about a size too small, stretched across his shoulders as he knocks back another glass. "i swear, if i had known that being a cop came with so much damn paperwork, i would've done something else."

derek finds that hard to believe cause stiles's dad was the sheriff, but he doesn't mention it, just makes another attempt at retrieving the bottle from stiles's grasp. all that he achieves is causing stiles to topple over out of his chair.

he finds himself jumping out of the chair and going to the younger male without even thinking about it, pulling him up off the floor, "you alright?"

"jus'peachy," stiles murmurs, voice slurring a little as he slumps into derek, bottle forgotten on the floor as he clings to the werewolf.

derek huffs, holding stiles up and starting for the stairs. if he had thought that stiles was impossible as a teenager, he was clearly not prepared for him as an adult. the younger man's like an octopus, trying to wrap himself completely around derek and almost completely refusing to be any help in getting himself up the stairs.

it's only because of derek's superhuman strength that they make it up the stairs without falling. from there it's getting him into his bedroom and onto the bed without ending up in the bed himself. derek briefly considers helping stiles out of his clothes because he can't see them being comfortable to sleep in.

he's already decided that that's probably not his best idea when he gets hit in the face by stiles's undershirt, which he lets fall to the floor in time to see stiles trying to squirm his way out of his pants. derek leaves before he decides to do something he'll regret.

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yepp yeppp.

yeah. i'm just a little picky sometimes, cause i feel like i'm terrible at writing girls.

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do you write straight one shots?

do you mean straight as in het...?

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Derek/Stiles, sequel again! Derek likes a man in uniform.

derek's been back in beacon hills for a week now and still hasn't recovered from the fact that stiles willingly offered him the guest room of his house to crash. and derek will swallow his own tongue before admitting out loud that it mostly has to do with the fact that he has to see stiles in uniform everyday.

he tries to distract himself, tracks down the rest of the group.

scott and allison are living in a small apartment in town, scott still working his way through veterinary school and allison through nursing school. they're the same as ever, not that stiles hadn't warned him, sickeningly sweet and still in love.

jackson, he finds at the high school. apparently finstock went crazy - crazier - about a year after they all graduated and the school offered jackson the spot before he'd even finished college. apparently he was doing a good job, if the state champion trophy in his office was anything to go by.

jackson was the one to inform him about lydia - he'd given up trying to get information out of stiles the first night. how she had healed naturally after he had left, how she was still human and still irritating as ever, even if she had married and had a brat of her own.

derek doesn't mention how bitter he sounds, but it doesn't stop jackson from pointing out how tense derek is, the smug bastard.

derek's sitting at the table, nursing a glass of scotch when stiles walks in. he barely keeps his jaw from hitting his lap as stiles snatches the glass from him and downs the last of the drink in one go. "rough day?"

stiles sets the glass back in derek's hand, shaking his head, "nah, good day," he replies, grins, and turns, walking into the kitchen. 

derek's mind hasn't caught up enough to keep himself from staring at stiles's ass as he goes.

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Jeremy/Tyler, Tyler accidentally kills Jeremy

tyler had thought he had a control over his strength, had thought that he had gotten a handle on the brute force that came with being a hybrid. apparently he had thought wrong.

it hadn't been something intentional. he and jeremy had been sparring together for a few weeks, just helping jeremy build his strength up. tyler had been doing good at holding back, not wanting to actually hurt the younger male.

he wasn't sure what had gone wrong this time.

they had been fighting and tyler had gotten a hold on jeremy, an arm locked across his throat, but not tight enough to choke him, trying to let jeremy work out his best options for breaking out of the grip. tyler couldn't recall what jeremy had done exactly, he just remembers flexing his arm and the resounding crack that kept echoing in his head.

he's on the floor now, jeremy cradled in his lap, the other's head on his shoulder. he's got one arm around the younger teen, his other hand gripping on to jeremy's while he stares at the ring there, making sure it's not some figment of his imagination.

jeremy comes to with a start, nearly cracking his forehead off tyler's jaw, breathing heavily as he curls himself around the hybrid, fingers gripping at the bare skin of tyler's back.

"jere," tyler states softly, moving his arms around jeremy's back, pressing his face into the other's neck, "i'm sorry," he murmurs, finding himself murmuring over and over like a mantra. 

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*cough* Derek/Stiles, sequel to the parking ticket/Derek comes home prompt, please! :D

after finishing all his paperwork and going to see his house in the same burnt out state he had left it, derek can't keep himself away anymore, finds himself sitting outside stiles's house. apparently in the years he had been gone, the sheriff had died - heart attack, stiles had left and come back from college, the argents - minus allison - had moved on to the next wolf infested town, and jackson had managed to keep a lid on everything pack related.

he doesn't even hear an approach until someone knocks on his window and derek looks up to find stiles there, looking amused. derek huffs and rolls the window down, "what?"

"why don't you stop spying and come inside?" stiles suggests, not even waiting for an answer as he walked back towards the house, still in uniform, though his jacket is gone. derek finds himself having to take a minute to calm the wolf before he follows after stiles.

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Derek/Stiles - Derek left town for awhile (5-10 years) and comes back, taking notice that Stiles is all growed up.

an unpaid parking ticket from eight years ago has derek sitting at a desk in the beacon hills police station, filling out paper work and a check. or, really, pretending he is while checking out the ass of the deputy a few desks away. he's yet to see the guy's face because since he's walked in, the guy has been leaning half way across his desk, talking to someone that derek can't see.

but maybe derek is appreciating it too much because the guy straightens out and turns, walking towards the sheriff's office and derek has to swallow around the lump in his throat, directing his attention back to his own paperwork.

"derek?"

well, shit.

derek lifts his head enough to catch sight of the deputy whose ass he had been checking out, standing up and coming face to face with stiles stilinski. "stilinski."

well, at least his grin hasn't changed. derek has flashes of the small gangly teenager that he last saw, but apparently he was replaced by a tall, filled out police deputy who clearly wears his pants a size too small.

"holy shit, the mighty derek hale back in beacon hills." his mouth hasn't changed either. "jackson isn't going to believe this."

derek knows he must look confused by stiles merely grins at him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "i'd love to stay and chat, but i got to get this one home," he gestures towards his desk and a red headed toddler wanders over, immediately latching on to stiles's leg.

derek feels a pang. it might be jealousy, but he isn't sure.

"uncle stiles, can i go home now?" the knot in derek's chest loosens a little, but it just tightens back as stiles lifts the kid into his arms, talking to him in soft words. his wolf is having an almighty fit just under the surface, derek doesn't blame it either.

"we'll catch up later, yeah, derek?" stiles grins at him before starting out of the building. the child makes a face at derek over stiles's shoulder, like a wolf howling at the moon, and derek sighs, knowing he better make arrangements to stick around for a while.

he sits back down to finish his paper work, looking at stiles's desk once more. maybe more than a while, if he actually decides to claim his mate this time around. his wolf seems to like the thought of that.

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walt's body is full of scars. nate doesn't ask about them, but walt tells him about it anyway (for closure). nate develops a habit of kissing them during that time after they orgasm. :|

walt's acutely aware of nate watching him, before nate's fingers even start tracing over the marks along his chest. he traces over the obvious ones first, pink and rough, then over the others, thin and silvery.

it's something he's gotten used to. nate tracing along the scars he had. on his abdomen, on his upper chest, on his back, all over his body in general. he hasn't told anybody what they're from. not any of the guys from the squad, no one from home, but he wants to tell nate.

he's always wanted to tell someone, really, it's something hard to keep to himself, but no one felt like the right person. until nate. okay, so maybe it hadn't been like this for long. it started after the first time they slept together, mostly because nate was the first person that walt had ever let see him - where he had actually had the choice. first person that he had let touch the scars.

it takes a minute to collect his thoughts, pull together courage, rubbing his hand over nate's back, through the light sheen of sweat still there. "most are from jagged beer bottles," he states softly, drawing nate's attention.

"you don't have to tell me, walt," nate looks earnest, like always, but it doesn't cover the bit of curiosity sparked in his eyes.

walt nods a little, "i know," he replies, hand stilling on nate's back. "i want to," he adds, manages a little smile when nate nods.

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "most are beer bottle edges, there's some from other sharp objects. kitchen knives, glass pieces, stuff like that," walt states softly, can feel nate's fingers still tracing over the marks. it's comforting in a way that almost unsettles walt.

"it happened until i was fourteen, gym teacher wouldn't let me go until i gave a reason i wouldn't change in front of the other guys," he continues on, voice strong. "social services picked me up at the school. my parents were arrested. four months later, i testified. three months after that, another family a few counties over adopted me."

nate looks, walt isn't sure what that look is. if it's shock or worry or pity or well, he can't place it. he stares up at the ceiling, lets nate work things out in his head. his attention is drawn back at the feel of nate's lips along the scars and walt's fairly certain he's murmuring 'i'm sorry' between each one.

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walt becomes blind because of the war, but it doesn't put a strain in his relationship with nate. his only wish is that he can see nate's face again...

it's been an adjustment. a big one. walt's world is reduced to sound, touch, taste, and barely there blurs of light in front of his face. it's a drastic change for someone used to having nearly perfect vision their entire life. also for someone used to being able to do everything on their own now having to rely so heavily on others.

nate's been there though. he was there when walt woke up, he was the one to tell walt why he couldn't see, he was the one to offer his apartment to walt. walt's world had narrowed down to nate, with occasional appearances from ray, brad, and mike.

without his sight, walt loses track of time and days. the first months are the hardest, filled with frustration, yelling, tears, and bruises.

his honorable discharge comes in about two months in.

maybe five months in, things are getting better. walt's used to the layout of nate's place, used to having nate guide him around. it backslides when walt goes out with ray one day, because ray forgets that walt can't see, forgets he needs to guide walt. walt doesn't blame ray, but it's still a set back.

it's eight months when things start to change between walt and nate. it's when walt's nightmares start. vivid and realistic and...for a lack of a better term, blinding. walt wakes up screaming three nights in a row. the fourth night, nate lets walt stay in the bed with, curls around him like he's trying to protect him. the nightmares don't come.

at ten months, walt doesn't need as much help as before, has adapted - like any good marine, starts learning braille, starts learning how to walk with a stick. it's hard, especially in public places because other people are unpredictable, but he adjusts.

it's been a year before things between him and nate really change. walt is longing for his sight, wanting to see the seasons change, wanting to watch a movie, wanting to look at nate's face. he's running his fingers over nate's face, bringing up images in his head from iraq. he rubs his thumb along nate's lower lip, following the full curve over it. he isn't sure who leans in, who closes the space, but the kiss is soft, gentle, and it's everything walt has needed since he woke up in the hospital with bandages wrapped around his head.

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walt/jackson/jeremy. jackson's been seeing both. they tell him he has to decide.

in any other situation, jeremy's pretty sure he could've liked walt. but, on principal, he just can make himself like the older male. of course, they've formed a sort of weird bond at this point, becoming a joint force of their...boyfriend.

jeremy really isn't sure how they ended up in this situation really. with jackson seeing him and walt at the same time, but really, he can't say he's all that surprised. jackson is jackson.

he feels a stab of satisfaction when jackson stutter steps after seeing him and walt both in the living room, "hey jacks."

jackson stops part way into the room and crosses his arms over his chest, "what's going on?"

walt has this impassive look on his face that jeremy's starting to associate with marines and if he's honest, it scares him more than vampires and werewolves combined, "i think you know what's going on."

jackson nods once, "so what, do i have to chose or something?"

jeremy lifts an eyebrow, "well, you can't honestly expect us to act like there's nothing wrong with you trying to date both of us."

jackson nods again and jeremy wants to shake him, wants to break his facade, get some emotion out of him, "i see."

"you don't," walt sits forwards and licks his lips, his own facade breaking a little, "you don't have to pick right now."

standing up, jeremy runs a hand through his hair, "you know where to find me."

"so what? that's it? i just have to pick one of you and what? act like i didn't have anything with the other?"

walt shakes his head, standing as well, "you got yourself into this by trying to date us both. now you have get yourself out of it."

they leave jackson standing in the living room.