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Taking extra classes was kind of a pain in the ass after getting used to the whole relaxed Fandom approach to teaching and homework. But he owed it to his father to get into a good college and get as many scholarships as he could because being a sheriff of a town full of supernatural fuckery didn't make as much money as you would think. So he was laying in bed with his chemistry book propped against his pillows and was doing his very best to not get distracted by his laptop or his phone. Once he got on one of those productivity for the day would be lost.

It was actually going pretty well until Puppy Joe decided he wanted to flop down right on Stiles' text book. "Dude, not cool."

Puppy Joe just rolled over onto his back adorably. Maybe he was happy his daddies were sort of talking again.

[Door and post are open, sure]

Stiles woke up feeling cold and lonely, which was a typical reaction after the nights where he had to sleep without his mate's strong arms around him. But that was life for a teenage boy in love with a brooding older man with a dark and twisted past. At least Derek was good looking, even if he wouldn't go for any under-the-pants action until marriage. Surely there must be a way to work around his Mormon-ness...

That was a plan to be formulated and executed later, right now Stiles was going to stumble out of bed (he was so clumsy and plain, woe!) and get ready for his day. After dressing in his non-fashionable clothes (it made him more relatable!) he moved to head out of the room, hoping that he'd get to see his one true love today. He stopped in his tracks, however, when he saw the dead body of a teal deer laying at his doorstep. Stiles smiled and bounced a little, knowing exactly how it got there.

Derek killed a deer for him and dumped its smelly, still bleeding carcass at Stiles' doorstep to show he cared! How romantic!

Stiles had the best mate ever.

[Door and post are open ofc]

Needless to say last night could have gone better, but Stiles supposed it could have been worse too. Sure, his back was killing him and he had the urge to call Scott to freak about vampires but it could have been worse.

His chemistry and physics books were on his desk, an annoying reminder that Stiles couldn't just lay in bed because he had schoolwork that he should be doing. He wouldn't be getting into any colleges taking just gym and astronomy. He sighed and rolled, intending on moving off the bed in a calm, graceful manner but instead he rolled too far and ending up falling onto the floor.

"Probably could have done without that."

[Door and post are open, yep]