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Nameless House in Maryland | Saturday Afternoon

Stiles had somehow managed to survive four years of college without flunking out and without being killed by some supernatural being. The former was surprising to him; the latter to everyone else. The ceremony was done, his father was safely on a plane home and the only thing left was existential dread of entering the workforce.

Well. Derek and the dog were in the house too.

[For the guy and super SP. Holy hell it's been four years since he graduated]

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"I'm okay with that." Oddly enough!

Stiles smiled. "Yeah I thought you would be."

"You could go into forensic accounting." Derek, stop watching Investigation Discovery.

"That sounds really boring."

"Just because you were solving murders in your teens."

"Well then it was a hobby," he said. "Now I want to be paid for it."

"Oh," Derek said with a laugh. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was a hobby before."

"Did my murder room not give that away?" he asked.

"It seemed very professional " Derek assured him with a kiss.

"So what are you going to busy yourself with when I'm working?" he asked.

"I could get a job." One that allowed him to flower at people.

"Do you want to get a job?" he asked. "It's not like we need the money."

"...not really," he admitted. "I've almist got the gardening thing down."

Only half the garden died so far!

"You have made leaps and bounds as a gardener," he said. "And you look good while doing it."

Derek rolled onto his back, smirking at him as the dog hopped over to attempt to curl up on his stomach. "You just like watching me do manual labor."

"Am I supposed to be apologetic about that?"

"No," he admitted, tugging Stiles in for another kiss. "I am going to be your trophy husband after all."

"You are," he said, kissing Derek again. "Everyone at my hypothetical office is gonna be so jealous."

"Damn right," he said, deepening the kiss slowly.

"We just have to make that husband part legal," he murmured. "That way you can officially be called trophy husband."

Derek made a very pleased noise at that because he was a weirdo like that. "Now that you're graduated, we can get everything in order for that."

"As if you don't already have everything in order."

That was true.

"You get to pick the cake flavor."

"Not red velvet," he said. "Or lemon. I'm cool with anything but those two."

"We'll have a tasting," he said, frowning in confusion. "Why those two?"

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