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Braeden/Derek/Stiles - Secret Admirer with Stiles receiving the gifts from Braeden/Derek together

Braeden/Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiRating: G, Word Count: 1301Future Fic, Secret Admirer, Getting Together, Polyamory, POV Stiles♥Read on AO3

Stiles dumps his bag and books by his desk, thencarefully puts the package on his bed before climbing up.

‘You getanother one?’ Louis, his roommate, asks.

‘Yep.’ Stiles hastily straightens hissheets, then sits down, the package in front of him.

‘The factthat you’re not worried about it beinga creepy stalker worries me,’ Louiscontinues. ‘More for my safety thanyours, because if that’s yourattitude once you’re an FBI agent, we’re screwed.’

Stiles rolls his eyes, but otherwise ignores the comment.Louis has been saying that since the first package arrived.

A couple weeks into his second year at GWU, he got apackage with no sender, just the address of the post office it was sent from.There was a keychain in it, a hand carved little bat, and a note that read “thinking of you”. Yes, it should’ve been creepy, but Stiles was kindof touched. And the gifts kept coming. They’realways thoughtful, little things that Stiles doesn’t really need, like another Batman mug or pictures ofclouds in weird shapes. Little things you’d get apartner, just because you’rethinking of them. It’s niceto know there’s someone out there thinkingof him like that, even if he doesn’t knowwho it is. Plus, the gifts have never actually been creepy, no locks of hair,dead animals, or notes written in blood.

He opens the package to find another package inside,wrapped in sparkly purple wrapping paper. When he opens that, a soft, bluescarf falls out—it looks handknit. Stileswraps it around his neck. It’sgetting colder out and he really needed a new scarf. As always, there’s also a note.

‘Oh god,’ Stiles squeaks when he reads it.

Want to meet? Lookfor the origami rose made of this wrapping paper at George’s Java,Saturday (the 29th), at 3PM

‘Did itfinally get creepy?’ Louis asks, sounding alittle too eager. The bed creaks as he jumps up the ladder to get a look at thepresent. ‘Oh,’ he huffs disappointedly when he sees the scarf.

‘Theywant to meet.’ Stiles holds up the note.

‘You’re not actually thinking of going,are you?’ Louis asks. ‘I just got used to you, I don’t want to have to deal with a newroommate.’

Stiles glares at Louis, but he can see real concern onhis face.

‘I don’t know. I kind of want to know who itis. It’s been killing me, notknowing.’

‘I’ve seen the notebook,’ Louis reminds him.

So, yeah, there might be a notebook with theories on whoStiles’ secret admirer is, full ofneat lists and grafts and sticky notes. So far, the conclusion is that he hasno fucking idea.

‘Youwant me to come with you? Because you really shouldn’t go alone,’ Louiscontinues.

Stiles thinks it over. Louis is a big guy, though a bigsofty at heart, and intimidating enough to make anyone who wants to hurt himthink twice. But Stiles has other options before possibly putting a human indanger.

He holds up his hand, telling Louis to give him a sec,then pulls out his phone.

To Sour Wolf:What are you doing Saturday?

Derek replies almost immediately

From Sour Wolf:Why?

To Sour Wolf:Remember that secret admirer? They want to meet

This time, it takes a little longer before Derek answers.

From Sour Wolf:I can’t, butBraeden’s free

To Sour Wolf:Even better

From Sour Wolf:I thought so

Stiles quickly messages Braeden with the details, thenturns back to Louis.

‘I gotsomeone else.’

‘Andthey’re better than me?’ Louis asks, affronted, flexing hisbiceps.

‘Shecarries a gun and I’ve seen her take out guystwice your size with her bare hands, so yeah,’ Stilessays.

‘Goodpoint,’ Louis nods. He climbs downand sits back at his desk. ‘But ifyou need me, I’ll be there.’

‘Thanks,dude.’

~

Come Saturday, Stiles feels like he’s about to explode with nerves. Hekeeps tugging at his new scarf, praying that his admirer isn’t dreaming of strangling him with it.

‘Stopthat,’ Braeden says. She reachesout and squeezes his hand. ‘Everythingwill be fine.’

‘Butwhat if–‘

‘Theentire pack, plus your roommate and Agent McCall, knows where we are. It’s a public place, one frequented bypeople who always have their phones in their hands.’ She squeezes his hand again. ‘And if they turn out to be an asshole, I’ll happily kick their ass for you.’

‘Thanks,’ Stiles squeezes her hand back. Helooks at her, and his chest feels a little tight. He quickly pulls his handback and stuffs it in his coat pocket.

Maybe asking Braeden, or Derek, to come with him was abad idea. Last summer, they’d spenta lot of time together, gotten a lot closer, and, well, Stiles may havedeveloped feelings. Or not so much “developed” as getting smacked in the face withthem. He’d been relieved when he’d gone back to the east coast,creating a little distance, but he soon realized his crush could be sustainedquite easily over text. When the first package of his secret admirer arrived,Stiles clung to it like it was a lifeline. Because what else are you supposedto when you’re falling in love with two ofyour best friends who are in a relationship together?

And now he’s goingto meet them, his secret admirer, and all he can think about is how Braeden’s hand felt in his.

‘Youready?’ Braeden asks when theyarrive at the coffee shop.

Stiles nods. The bell over the door feels like an omen.Though he doesn’t know if it’s good or bad.

He looks around the coffee shop, scanning the tables,searching for the purple flower. He doesn’t find it,but he does find someone else.

‘Derek?’

‘Hey.’ Derek waves him over.

‘What’s going on?’ Stiles asks as he sits down across from Derek.

Derek moves his coffee cup, and slides a purple origamiflower to the centre of the table. Braeden drops down in the seat next to Derek’s.

Everything falls into place in Stiles’ head. With the two of them travelingso much, they could easily go to New York every once in a while to send Stileshis gifts. The sender seemed to know Stiles really well, to a degree that only thepack really does.

Stiles’shoulders slump in disappointment, and hurt. At least Derek must’ve guessed at his feelings, right?Stiles has never been good at hiding them. Why would they mess with him likethis?

‘We’re not messing with you,’ Derek says, like he can read Stiles’ mind.

‘You’re not?’ Stileslooks up at his friends. They’re bothsmiling at him, soft and beautiful.

‘Wewouldn’t do that to you,’ Braeden adds. ‘We like you too much for that.’

‘Are youserious?’ Stiles has to ask.

‘I don’t make scarves for just anyone,’ Braeden says.

Stiles fiddles with the scarf, looking down at the table.When he looks back up again, his face feels like it’s about to split in two from how wide he’s smiling.

‘Ireally like the scarf,’ hesays. ‘And you. I really like youtwo, too.’

Derek pushes a piece of pie and a cup of coffee in frontof Stiles. ‘Well, thank god for that,because else this could’vebecome really awkward.’

Stiles kicks Derek’s shinunder the table.

‘Thatwas me,’ Braeden deadpans.

Stiles grimaces. ‘Youalready said you liked me. No take-backs.’

Braeden and Derek look at each other for a moment, doingsome silent couple’s communicating that Stilescan’t wait to get in on, then Braedenreaches over and grabs Stiles’ hand,sliding her fingers between his.

‘Wewouldn’t dream of it.’

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if you’re still taking winter ficlet prompts: “you’re up early” & braeden/derek/stiles!

Hope you enjoy!

[alexenglish]

Whatever you do, no matter what he says, don't give Stiles a gun.

Derek Hale to Braeden, probably, at some point before she came back to Beacon Hills.

[qwanderer]

at some point I would like to try my hand at writing steraeden

at the moment I’m laser-focused on getting the 4th draft of my first original novel into shape for self-publishing and I’ve got another ship’s valentine’s exchange thing I’m signed up for but I’m still kind of hoping to come across some irresistible fic idea I just have to write

maybe s5b will give me something to work with?

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@neverrwhere replied to your post “Have you done Stiles/Derek/Braeden yet? Because I would very much like to do them ;-)”

it's a gorgeous and inspiring pairing, isn't it ;-) although I think stiles would definitely want to dom derek as well as submit to braeden. derek of course just gets to be used and abused (and then cuddled) like he wants to be :3

It's just a happy little ladder of D/s sexytimes with those three, honestly. Hnnng. Gah. Too much hot.

[fandom-madnessess]

The WIP Folders File Meme

List the names of the folders/documents in your WIP folder with absolutely zero context

I was tagged by @banshee-cheekbones Thank you! ♥ (thank god I have an actual list of all my WIPs or this would’ve taken forever to make. this looks like a lot but some of these are like 3 sentences long. * means it’s from a prompt)

Moreid: Hair

Jimon: The Martian!AU*

Jimon: trans!Simon

Malec: bedsharing + road trip

Malec: glasses

Malec: self defence

Malec: clothes

Malec: present

Claia: too gay for this

Destiel: fuckbuddies → lovers human!AU

Malira: Double Trouble

Allydia: Wolpertinger

Cora/Kira: aro

Cordia: ace

Cordia (scisaac): fake date

Erlia: HS AU

Erlia: Blank Space

Laura/allison: Allison 21st bday

Malira: aro+lithro

Steraeden: College Roommate POV

Liam: bb bro Liam*

jackson/lyida/parrish: Cops + Hospital AU

Jisaac: abuse

derek/isaac/scott/stiles: campfire

derek/isaac/scott/stiles: getting together

Sour Skittles: Stiles moves away

Jackson/Parrish: date

Sciles: Scott doesn’t get bitten! AU

Sciles: Spanish

Sciles: Cuddling

Stiles/-: butt

Sterek: Fallen Angel AU

Sterek: Leather & Liquor

Sterek: bad date

Sterek: butt crack

Sterek: mates + college AU*

Sterek: cuddles

Sterek: FBI + soulmates AU

Sterek: elevator*

Sterek: guardian angel derek

Sterek: Hunters Moon

Sterek: Letters*

Sterek: Mountain mates*

Sterek: royalty au*

Sterek: bottom Derek smut

Sterek: HS A/B/O

Sterek: domestic sex and fluff

Sterek: New York

Sterek: smut

Scallisaac: Don’t Call me that*

~~i don’t know who’s been tagged already~~ but I’m gonna tag: @thedaughterofkings, @veronicabunch, @allirica

[omeleting]

where have you been, my dude?

AHHH i was actually thinking about posting a little to show im not dead lmaoooo

sorry folks, ive been super not into tumblr for a bit, i also got a new job and was prepping for that for a couple weeks too :0 i’ll try to post more bc i miss talking to the friends i have on here!!! i havent been up to date, whos posted new fics? whos made new fanart? did the steraeden tag update or no (I JUST CHECKED, IT DID, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

you guys can also follow me on twitter where im a lot more active, @/huntermellas or @/omeleting where i talk anime and video games and shit >:3c

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Holiday prompt: Stiles/Derek/Braeden, snow angels

Braeden/Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiRating: G, Word Count: 794Fluff, Snow Angels, Established Relationship, Snow, POV Derek

Derek wakes up to an empty bed. That doesn’t happen very often, or ever, since Stiles moved in with him and Braeden. He sits up, feeling a little disoriented, and slides out of bed, grabbing a sweater from the floor as he makes his way out of the bedroom. There’s a draft coming from somewhere so he quickly puts some socks on as well.

When he reaches the living room, it’s not only clear where the draft is coming from, but also where his partners have disappeared to. The backdoor is open and laughter floats in from the backyard. Shaking his head, but smiling, Derek steps outside.

‘Oh my god,’ he breathes out in awe. Everything is covered in a thick layer of snow. It had started snowing a little last night, but Derek hadn’t thought it would be enough for much more than slippery sidewalks.

‘Derek!’

‘You’re awake!’

Stiles and Braeden’s voices are coming from somewhere below him. Derek looks down over the porch railing, and finds them both spreadeagled in the snow.

‘Come make snow angels with us!’ Stiles grins, moving his arms up and down, his eyes closed like it’s the most blissful feeling in the world.

‘No thanks,’ Derek laughs. ‘Prefer to stay warm. And dry.’

‘Is it because you don’t know how to?’ Braeden teases. ‘We can teach you. It’s not very hard. Literal toddlers can do it.’

‘I’m still in my pyjamas!’

‘So are we,’ Stiles says, pointing to his and Braeden’s legs.

Derek raises his eyebrows in disbelief. It looks like they barely took the time to put on shoes and coats before jumping into the snow. Their coats are open and their shoes untied. Their pyjama bottoms are soaking wet and sticking to their legs.

‘I think he needs some help,’ Stiles smirks at Braeden.

Before Derek can move, Stiles and Braeden are up and wrestling him into the snow.

‘You take his arms! I’ll take his legs!’ Braeden shouts.

The struggle is short, but vicious. They all fight dirty, but no one fights dirtier than Braeden. She throws a hand of snow in Derek’s face, then swipes his legs out from under him. Derek lands on his back, gasping at the sudden cold, and before he can recover and scramble back up, Stiles is sitting on his chest and Braeden on his hips.

‘Now, Der, you stretch out your arms and move them up and down,’ Stiles instructs. He wraps his hands around Derek’s biceps and starts moving them up and down. There’s a smirk on his lips that Derek really wants to wipe off, but his arms are pinned and Stiles isn’t leaning down far enough for a kiss.

Hands are also gripping his thighs, guiding him to open and close his legs.

‘That’s it, Derek!’ Braeden praises. ‘Now let’s see if you can do it by yourself.’

‘I’ll give you a kiss for it,’ Stiles offers when Derek stops moving the moment their hands disappear.

‘It had better be a damn good kiss,’ Derek mutters. He moves his arms and legs a couple more times, snow melting into his clothes and cooling his skin with every movement.

‘I’m so proud of you,’ Stiles says, and leans down.

Derek grabs a handful of snow and shoves it into the back of Stiles coat before their lips touch. Stiles yelps and rolls off Derek’s chest. Braeden is sitting with her back to Derek, so she doesn’t realize what is happening until it’s too late. Derek grabs another handful of snow, sits up, and shoves it down the front of Braeden’s shirt.

‘Oh my god! You froze my boobs!’ she yells. She tries to get away, but Derek has his arms wrapped around her waist.

‘Careful! You’ll ruin our angels!’ Stiles yells.

Derek rolls his eyes, but stands up carefully, a kicking and squirming Braeden in his arms. He steps out of his own angel, circumvents the ones Braeden and Stiles made, and finds a fresh patch of snow. When he drops Braeden, she immediately rolls onto her back and starts making another angel, a devilish grin on her face.

‘You are so wei– Ooph!’

Derek hits the snow again, this time with Stiles’ arms around his waist. No wonder Braeden had been grinning like that.

By the time their entire backyard is covered with snow angels, and there is no room left for any more, they’re all freezing. Derek’s fingers feel stiff, Stiles’ cheeks and nose are bright red, and Braeden’s lips look a little blue.

‘Warm clothes, and then you make the hot chocolate, and Braeden and I will get the blankets?’ Derek suggests to Stiles as they make their way back into the house.

‘Hot chocolate for breakfast,’ Braeden cheers through chattering teeth.

[omeleting]

steraeden commission for @softlycanthropy! superman derek with reporter braeden and her trusty cameraman stiles :*

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So Beat the Drum with Me

@nevergooutofstiles​ asked for Braeden/Derek/Stiles with America’s Sweetheart - Elle King

Braeden/Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating:G, Word Count: 733 Fluff, Polyamory, Fluff Without Plot, POV Stiles ♥ Read On AO3

Stiles stands frozen, unable to take his eyes off the scene in the kitchen. When he regains the use of his limbs, he backs away carefully, making no sound on his stockinged feet, back to the bedroom.

‘Braeden,’ Stiles hisses in her ear and pokes her in her side.

He should know better. He should know better than to startle awake a US Marshall turned supernatural bounty hunter. Braeden slams her forearm against his chest, pushing Stiles into the mattress, then swings one leg over his waist so she’s straddling him. In the flurry of movement she even manages to get hold of Stiles’ wrists and pins them over his head.

‘Morning, babe,’ Stiles grins up at her. She hates it when he calls her that.

Braeden rolls her eyes, but still presses a quick kiss to his forehead. ‘Why are you waking me up at—’ she squints at the clock ’—eight in the morning on a Saturday? Damn it, Stiles!’

‘It’s not my fault! Derek is freaking me out,’ Stiles protests.

Braeden only now seems to notice that their boyfriend is missing from the bed. She lets go of Stiles, jumping off him and out of bed. Stiles scrambles after her, then grabs her wrist to pull her to the kitchen.

Braeden goes completely still when she sees what is happening in the kitchen.

Derek is dancing. To a song. On the radio. It doesn’t end there, though, he’s singing and whistling along to it.

‘What do you want from me. I'm not America's sweetheart. But you love me anyway.’

‘What’s he doing?’ Braeden whispers, pulling Stiles out of hearing distance from Derek.

‘I think he’s making breakfast muffins.’

‘Hmm.’ Braeden sneaks forward again to watch Derek. Stiles is right behind her, pressing himself against her back to look over her shoulder.

‘My kind of medicine is whiskey straight. I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they. They said I'll never be the poster type. But they don't make posters of my kind of life.’

Stiles watches in fascination as Derek sways his hips from side to side in time with the music. He always knew Derek would have moves.

‘So kick out the jams, kick up the soul.’

Derek places the tray with the muffins in the oven, and kicks the door shut. He presses start, then turns to look directly at Stiles and Braeden, raising his eyebrows.

‘Pour another glass of that rock and roll. Turn up the band, fire in the hole. Gonna lose control tonight.’

Waggling his eyebrows, Derek dances towards them. Stiles can’t help smiling at the ridiculous sight. Braeden huffs out a fond laugh. When he reaches them, Derek grabs one hand from each of them, pulls them into the kitchen, and twirls them. Braeden easily spins underneath Derek’s arm, but Stiles is too tall and has to hunch to avoid hitting Derek’s arm with his head. Stiles can’t hold in his laughter.

And just like that, Stiles gets it. He gets why Derek is like this, right now, because Stiles is feeling the same, almost overwhelming, happiness. It makes him feel light, and safe, and giddy

On the next twirl, Stiles trips over his own feet and crashes into Derek’s chest. Derek fumbles to keep them upright. Braeden’s loud laughter fills the kitchen, when she is the one that ends up holding them both up.

‘So how long until those muffins are done?’ Braeden asks, as Stiles and Derek find their footing again.

‘Twenty five minutes. And then they have to cool down for a bit before we can eat them.’

‘Then we can dance a little longer,’ Braeden grins. She pulls Derek against her chest, grabbing Stiles’ t-shirt to pull him against her back, with her other hand.

Stiles immediately nuzzles into her hair. She smells nice, like sleep and the fresh sheets they had to put on last night. When he lifts his head, Braeden quickly turns her head to plant a kiss against his cheek. Stiles catches Derek’s eye, and the other man looks so soft, hair still sleep mussed and a smile on his face, that Stiles’ heart stumbles.

They’re not swaying to the music, really. It’s just a slow, private sway, disconnected from anything else in the universe. It’s just for them.

‘You love me anyway. You love me anyway. I’m not America’s sweetheart.’

[fandom-madnessess]

Braeden/Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski ♥ Rating: T, Word Count:1372 ♥ College AU, Pining Stiles, Past Jackson/Stiles, Established Braeden/Derek, Fake/Pretend Relationship, kind of

When Stiles needs an escape from an ex-boyfriend, he grabs onto the first kind stranger, which just happens to be Braeden, who just happens to be dating the guy Stiles is crushing on.

Braeden watches with more than a little amusement as the guy in front of her starts patting his pockets in panic. ‘Shit,’ the guy mutters under his breath, then looks up with wide eyes as the person in front of him moves away from the register. ‘Fuck.’ He looks up at Braeden, golden-brown eyes wide and sheepish. ‘You go first. I seem to have misplaced my wallet.’

(For Teen Wolf Polyamory Week - Day 3: Fave Trope)

[omeleting]

So I here you Braeden/Derek/Stiles. What are your headcanons?

[leans back in chair] hoo boy....... wow ok like this is such a broad question like headcanons about who asked who out first? their sleeping arrangements? which of the three has a habit of wearing one of the other two’s clothes the most?

actually i’ll answer all three of those

braeden and derek were already dating when stiles came into the picture, and stiles was crushing HARD on them both but like “wtf theyre already taken, BY EACH OTHER, i cant do that also i wouldnt have a chance bc wow hubba hubba theyre both smoking” but he wanted to be NEAR THEM ALL THE TIME so he’d hang around the loft in his free time, annoying derek and bugging braeden about her guns (his dad doesnt trust him not to shoot off his own foot tbh)

and stiles falls for them even more, he knows braeden’s favorite cereal is count chocula and derek is fond of body wash that smells like lavender and jasmine and that they both kick ass when it comes to side-by-side fighting that he cant help but be in awe and wish he could include himself in that relationship

(and it goes both ways, derek and braeden know that stiles has to eat reese’s cups when he studies or else he’ll get tired, and that he LOVES cats and would easily bring home a flea-ridden stray if it blinked at him just right)

and gradually brae and der are relaxed whenever stiles is around, he fits really well with them bc derek is pretty nonverbal at times and braeden can be brash/violent but stiles would diffuse a situation with a poorly well-timed pun joke that makes braeden snort and derek smother a grin

(of course derek already KNOWS stiles likes them bc of his super sniffer, and he’s told braeden and theyre cool with it now that they know him better, but theyre waiting on him to make a move bc they dont wanna seem like theyre pressuring him into a relationship)

(but obviously stiles is oblivious and all “woe is me, the two i like will never like me back when they have each other, end this wretched life of mine” so they gotta. seduce him perhaps. they can do it, theyre both naturally sexy people so maybe they “accidentally” get caught making out by stiles and things happen)

and when they go to bed its this tangle of limbs. usually braeden sleeps with very little movement, on her side, facing the door or window (door if its her place, window if its dereks) and derek copies her so he can curl around her back but with stiles added in they have to switch things up. stiles sleeps spread eagle no matter what is in the bed with him, so his arms and legs are thrown over the other two w/out a care in the world. theyve gotta maneuver him so that hes behind derek and can drool over his back without disturbing braeden (who Does Not enjoy being jostled in her sleep). hes also the 1st (or 2nd, depending on if brae has a job) awake, maybe bc the nogitsune left him with an erratic sleeping pattern, so he’ll usually be the one to make coffee in the morning

(derek is a sleepy grump who refuses to get out of bed before 10am unless something is there to kill them. but place a good omelet under his nose and he’ll shoot up)

and they all wear each others clothes. all of them, all the time. braeden and stiles would wear dereks clothes to bed or to the store and the neckline/shoulders are slightly too big for stiles and way too big for braeden but theyre soft and worn in enough that its cozy. derek and stiles would wear braedens underwear during sex when she asks, so that she can peel it off of them. the lace is itchy but tbh they look good in blue so sometimes they’d wear it under their clothes bc it makes them feel a lil sexy

also lots of kisses, the end :)

[fandom-madnessess]

I want more Braeden/Derek/Stiles, but I don’t have the energy to write it. I just want cute, fluffy, domestic Steraeden! Examples:

Braeden and Stiles wearing Derek’s clothes because they smell nice and are very comfy, but also because they know how much Derek loves it when his clothes smell like them

Stiles and Derek being annoyed they can’t steal Braeden’s clothes to wear, because there is no way they can possibly wear them without destroying them

Braeden never wearing her own clothes when she’s at home, but always stealing her boyfriends’ clothes

Braeden and Derek always having to work together to wake Stiles up in the morning. They can’t imagine how the Sheriff managed on his own all those years

Stiles usually cooks dinner, Derek bakes, and Braeden is an expert in making coffee/hot chocolate/any kind of alcoholic beverage (including wolfsbane booze)

Derek giving his humans massages when their muscles are sore or when they’re tired

Derek usually sleeping in the middle, because his chest is the widest and Stiles and Braeden can use it as a pillow at the same time

There are several hoodies and sweatpants that are “communal”, actually 50% of their closet is filled with clothes they have no idea who they really belong to and they’ve given up trying to figure it out

Clothes sharing in general

Nobody is allowed to touch Stiles’ mess of papers and books, because “I know exactly where everything is, Derek!”

Braeden cleaning her guns together with Stiles, because it’s something he used to help his dad with

Derek being the only one who is unable to keep his Christmas presents a secret, because Stiles and Braeden are too good at gathering intel

Just domestic Steraeden! (I actually think this shipname is atrocity, but I’m too lazy to keep writing all their names every single time)

[omeleting]

punk braeden/derek/stiles commission for @thegirlwholovedeverything!! she wanted them in an ice cream parlor, so i tried

check commission info here!

[quicklikelight]

Have you done Stiles/Derek/Braeden yet? Because I would very much like to do them ;-)

Gah. She would honestly just domme the shit out of both of them so much and it would be… Gah. Ugh. Amazing. 

I would also very much like to do them

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