3 months later...
Neither Stiles nor Danny could remember a point in their lives where they'd been so happy. Even with all of the chaos that resulted from the werewolves (that Danny revealed he had known about all along due to an unfortunate run-in with Derek Hale several years ago) and Beacon Hills literally being a beacon for trouble, they always managed to be okay. They had each other.
In those rare times when they weren't together, they were texting or on the phone or communicating in some way. They drove everyone crazy. Any chance they got they were all over each other. Pretty much every member of the pack had been scarred in some way by their "overactive sex-drives." That's how Jackson had said it anyways. Stiles didn't think he really had a right to judge considering the amount of sex Jackson and the rest of his partners were having, but he didn't say anything... at least not to his face.
Danny was constantly telling everyone he met about his boyfriend and how proud he was to have him. Stiles always had a hand on Danny's ass or arm to show off his boyfriend in a more public manner.
They were two idiots in love and they wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: Hey! I'm sorry to end the story so abruptly, but this really felt like a stopping point for me. I figured I should end it here rather than drag things out pointlessly and poorly. I hope you enjoyed it! xx