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    Derek had honestly expected the post-its to stop once Stiles had moved in, but they didn’t. If Stiles woke up first, Derek got little post-its all over the place. When Derek woke up first, he made breakfast because the notes thing was Stiles’ thing and he didn’t want to encroach on that. He’d asked once if Stiles wanted him to do it, but he’d insisted he was just happy as long as Derek was, so Derek decided breakfast was more his speed. He made amazing French toast, or so said Stiles. It worked for them.

    Every morning, for two years, if Derek woke up second, he always knew he could expect little post-its from Stiles, even if sometimes they were passive aggressive, at least he had them, and they were his.

    And today was absolutely no different.

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    Stiles wasn’t casual to Derek. Stiles was...

    He was comfort, and home, and friendship, and acceptance.

    He was a soft hand on his shoulder when he was grieving, and a strong set of shoulders beneath his arm when Derek couldn’t stand. He was loyalty, and honour, and bravery the likes of which Derek had never seen before he’d met Stiles.

    Stiles was his anchor.

    Stiles was his everything.

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    15 Oct 2019