Word: Quickhatch

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"Stiles, there's a quickhatch in your backyard."

Stiles blinked, looking over at Lydia with a frown. "What?"

"Wolverine. Outside. Go talk to him, and I'll make sure your work's right," Lydia said, pursing her lips and holding her hand out for Stiles' work.

"Thanks, you're awesome," Stiles said, pressing the papers into her hands, a kiss to her cheek and running downstairs.

Lydia heard a crashing sound and lifted her head from the paper in slight concern.

"I'm okay! I'm fine!"

Shaking her head, Lydia returned to the book and left Stiles and Derek to whatever issue they needed to work out now.

...

"Dude, what's wrong?" Stiles asked, nervous because Derek had been silent for three whole minutes straight - he'd counted.

It was their anniversary tomorrow - two years, boo yeah! - and Derek had been suspiciously quiet for the whole week, which was weird enough because Stiles could usually get him talking after an hour or two of mindless chatter.

"You..." Derek clamped up quickly, running his hand through his hair roughly. "I want... I mean, it's not..."

"Seriously, Derek, you're freaking me out. Not even you have this bad a time with words. What's wrong? Are you breaking up with me?"

"No! No, not that. I... D'you want to move in with me?" Derek asked, looking nervous and actually wringing his hands together.

"R-really?" Stiles asked, for once feeling speechless.

"Yeah. I was going to ask tomorrow, for our anniversary. Thought it'd be romantic, but... we're not really like that, and then I just couldn't wait."

"You want me to move in right now?" Stiles asked, grinning a bit.

"Kind of."

"You're not moving out with work like this! Both of you get inside; Stiles, fix up your work; Derek, you can do his laundry so it's dry for when you move in together this weekend!" Lydia called from Stiles' bedroom, leaning out of his window and daring them to disagree.

"Uh, Lydia has spoken? And what's wrong with my work?"

"You gave this student a 9 out of 10 and they used the wrong there. It's a 7 and a half at best!"

"They're eight year olds, Lydia!"

Derek grinned and pulled Stiles into a hug. "So, that's definitely a yes?"

Stiles turned in Derek's arms and kissed him firmly. "Yes, definitely yes."

Derek kissed him eagerly, Stiles kissing him in return, and Lydia grinned down at them and wolf-whistled. Scott owed her ten bucks.

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End of word challenge.

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