[melioristicbeast]

a little companion piece to the meme shenanigans from last friday - some soft parent stiles, as a treat ♡

available as stickers and postcards on redbubble - no prints bc i'm a fool who didn't check the resolution (':

[t0ast-ghost]

Welp, can’t escape it, time to buckle up and hunker down cause we’re really in it now

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[symbiosisly]

One of my fav Psych (2006) gags is when Henry will just be vibin, living his best life, and then BOOM there is Shawn Being Shawn.

Enjoying the morning news? Surprise! Yes that’s your idiot son now running for mayor. Are you just trying to enjoy your favourite Spanish drama? BOOM how about Shawn dressed as FedEx driver enters on stage left.

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

There's "committing to the bit" and then there's whatever the fuck Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster were doing on television every week from 2006-2014

[we-r-robin]

Love Psych for having Shawn Spencer be both a fake psychic and raging skeptic.

Like in the span of ten minutes he goes “OH THE SPIRITS ARE TELLING ME HER SOCKS WERE BLUE” and then tell Gus that ghosts aren’t real and he’s being hysterical.

[fluffwithoutplot]

I gravitate towards funny, weird, pathetic characters, the former golden childs, the the fuck happened to you, the they’re bi but I can’t prove it.

[breakbleheavens]

TAYLOR SWIFT photographed by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott for her twelve studio album ‘The Life of a Showgirl’ (2025)

[hashbrownswift]

funny how a football bro can do a better job of asking taylor questions about her work than most other journos have done in the past 20 years

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Stiles being the one Erica goes to to talk about girl stuff because she doesn’t have any girl friends and Stiles never judges her for it. She admits to him that she’s never felt pretty and didn’t know how to be soft even when she was human because of the seizures. She doesn’t know how to put on makeup besides her red lipstick and thick eyeliner. Eyeshadow? Concealer, blush? It’s all foreign. She’s never even tried on a dress because she was always afraid that if she’d have a seizure and fall to the floor people might see her underwear.

Que Stiles- Hyper Fixation, Pack Mom- Stilinski taking it on himself to make her feel beautiful. He studies makeup tutorials and YouTube videos. Takes classes for braiding hair. Learns color theory so he can mix and match outfits.

Derek walks in on him one day as he’s trying out different colors of nail polish on himself and the alpha raises his eyebrows in question. Stiles tells him everything, not really expecting a reaction. Derek has been much better with the betas these last few years, the pack becoming closer ever since they rescued Boyd and Erica from the vault but none of them are very good at the emotional stuff. So Stiles is surprised when Derek digs into his pocket and hands him his credit card. “What’s this for Sourwolf?”

“Once you pick a color, she’ll need a matching dress and shoes.” Derek says with a shrug and Stiles’ heart melts. “Buy her a few. I’ve always liked her in yellow.” The alpha is gone before he can think of a response.

It becomes a thing. Erica starting to wear sundresses. Stiles doing her makeup whenever Boyd takes her out. On pack nights, Erica will sit between his legs on the floor while he sits on the couch and braids her hair while the movie plays on. Peter will give her an approving look every now and again and Isaac will say he has the prettiest sister in a not so mocking tone.

Derek will hand her a little jewelry box on random days. Soft pink flower earrings. Delicate gold and silver necklaces. A string of pearls on her birthday. He never says anything to her but she hugs him tightly, tears in her eyes whenever she pulls away from her alpha.

She does also get her black skinny jeans and leather jacket. She doesn’t fall into pastels but she has the option now. Some days she dresses like Stiles’ Cat Woman and other days she feels comfortable enough to wear her dresses and she’s glowing in all of it.

It’s during Christmas when she’s dolled up in her red dress and pearl necklace and French Braid that she kisses Stiles on the cheek. “Thank you. You really are my savior Batman.”

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

I just can’t help but think about how different Derek would have had handled it if Stiles had told him about Donavan.

“I… I killed him Der. I didn’t mean to. I don’t even-”

“Who?”

“This guy my dad arrested a while back. He, threatened him and me and-”

“Wasn’t your fault.”

“But you don’t even know what happened.”

“Doesn’t matter. He threatened your dad. He threatened you. He threatened two members of my pack Stiles. He’s lucky you ended him before I got to him. As your alpha I forbid you to feel guilty about it. Consider it a mercy killing from what I would have done to him.”

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

I know we all joke about (and some may honestly agree about) Stiles being a brat in a romantic relationship and yeah of course he has his moments but also, did anyone else see how gentle he was with Malia? Like throughout! 

Their first time at Eichen house (while I’m not thrilled it happened because they were both not in the headspace for it) he was so soft with her. Asking for consent? (Not that either could honestly give it) After care? Cuddles and Soft touches? And later on after their relationship has been established when she’s lying on his bed and telling him about her highlighter colors and the adoring look he gives her!? How gently he holds her when she gets sick in the vault? Laying his jacket over her, brushing her hair back….

And even when he’s with Heather. Him being responsible and telling her he doesn’t have protection. Letting her guide him. Giving her any opportunity in the conversation as a way out in case this isn’t what he thinks it is. Her flirty “you know what I want?” And his nervous “a bike?” 

With Caitlyn when he realizes he has to leave the party at the loft and he’s freaking out a little bit. He’s so worried about leaving her when she’s  been drinking so he takes her a water bottle and makes her promise to drink it. “I have to go but I didn’t want to offend you…You drink that. The whole thing. The whole thing, okay?” 

When Lydia is lying on the exam table after escaping Eichen house and he uses his body to shield her. His frantic but gentle hands brushing the glass off her face? When they’re at school and the birds break the glass and he immediately sails over to protect her?

The man just instinctually goes soft and protective for his S/O and I think it’d be the same for Derek. Like he’s literally pressed against the wall, standing between Derek’s arms.  the 200lb 6 foot alpha werewolf and Derek’s brain almost combusts when Stiles reaches up to cup his face after they pull away from their first kiss and the comparatively smaller and far more fragile man looks at him so sincerely and flushed up to his ears and he mumbles a little “This okay?” 

Derek’s wolf fucking looses it. Derek fucking looses it. Butterflies x10. His face turns bright red and he has to hide it in Stiles’ shoulder as Stiles slowly cards his fingers through his hair. “You okay Big Guy? W-We can stop-” 

“Shut up.” He growls out in embarrassment. Because what the fuck? How is the scrawny little human making him blush right now? But Stiles doesn’t tease him, just looks at him fondly and Derek waits for the snarky and lewd comments. Waits for Stiles to scoff and pull him in for another needy kiss but he’s not ready —so fucking not ready— for Stiles to slot their fingers together and bring his knuckles up to brush his lips against them while keeping eye contact because “I’ve always loved your eyes Der…” and holy shit. Derek is doomed. So fucking doomed. 

And Stiles isn’t suave, okay? He doesn’t really mean for it to work. He’s not trying to flirt. It’s literally just honest stammers and grumbles and he’s ten types of shy and nervous but it’s just instinct. It’s just, “I care about this person and I don’t care how embarrassing this is for me as long as they’re comfortable.” type thing. Because he feels Derek shaking a little so he takes his hand and it just feels right to kiss it. But he can’t look away from those beautiful green eyes and the question is on the alphas face, wide and open and raw and he just says it. Just really, honestly answers the unasked question of ‘why are you looking at me like that?’ But it comes off as super smooth and Derek was not prepared.

No one has ever been gentle with him. Paige maybe, in the awkward puppy love type way. But not like this. Not as a mutual, mature lover and Derek is equal parts elated and terrified and the hesitation just makes Stiles softer and more protective. “D-Der we don’t have to do this. You… I just want to be with you. We don’t have to…We can just sit down and watch-“ 

“Please stop talking.” Derek has to beg because it’s so kind, so adoring so overwhelming... Stiles loving him so gently that he finally feels like he can breathe again

[mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf]

Stiles slaps a hand over his mouth, a muffled squeal leaking out. He's careful as he brings the photo closer to face, lowering his hand to clutch it with both hands. His hands start to tremble the longer he stares at it, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.

That's how Derek finds him a few hours later. A bunch of storage bins spread open around as he huddles in the corner of the rebuilt Hale house living room, crying as he stares at a picture.

"Wha - Stiles, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Derek panics, navigating through the boxes to get to Stiles. He lifts him up before sitting down, situating Stiles in his lap. "Baby, did something happen?"

"N-no," Stiles whimpers, pressing a kiss to the photo before pressing it to his chest.

Derek frowns as he carefully wipes the tears away from Stiles' face before gently cupping it and tilting his head back. He quietly asks, nodding towards the photo, "Is that your mom?"

"No," Stiles replies, a fresh wave of tears dripping down his face.

"Stiles, love, I'm freaking out," Derek whispers, "I really need you to tell me what's wrong. My wolf is going crazy."

Stiles sobs harder at his words, shoving the photo in Derek's face. Derek leans back a bit to take a look properly, a fond smile pulling at his lips. "You were just so adorable!" Stiles wails, bringing the photo closer to his face and pressing lots of kisses to it.

The photo featured a tiny, chubby, little Derek, no more than a year old, swathed in blankets. He had the cutest wolf onesie on, tiny fuzzy ears on the hood. He was smiling wide at the camera, drooling and chewing on his fist.

"Oh my god, Stiles, stop crying!" Derek chuckles, wiping his face as more tears leaked from Stiles' eyes.

"I can't help it!" Stiles whines. He carefully tucks the photo away in the album and then throws his arms around Derek, kissing him all over the face. "You were such a fat baby!"

"Hey!" Derek half-complains, a content smile on his lips, eyes closing as Stiles kept pecking his face. He holds onto his waist, keeping their bodies pressed together.

"You -kiss- were -kiss- so -kiss- adorable," Stiles murmurs, pressing a kiss on Derek's lips after every word. "I just wanna kidnap you and chew on your chubby little cheeks." Derek raises his brows and Stiles complains, "Don't look at me like that, you were the cutest little baby ever."

Tears start gathering in Stiles' eyes again and Derek rushes, "No, no, don't cry again."

"I wanna keep that little baby all snuggled and safe in arms," Stiles whimpers.

"That baby is me, love, and you do have me snuggled and safe in your arms," Derek soothes, guiding Stiles to lay his head on his shoulder.

Stiles sobs harder at that, gasping, "Oh my god, oh my god, you are, Derek. That is you - oh. I can't -"

"Relax, baby, take a deep breath for me. There we go, love, just like that. Again," Derek coos, slowly claming Stiles down. "All good now, love?"

"Mhmm," Stiles hums as he nuzzles Derek's neck. He pulls back, grabbing Derek's face in between his hands and smushing his cheeks a little, and says, "I am totally gonna figure out how to get knocked up by you. There need to be more little Dereks in this world."

Derek chuckles, his wolf going wild at his mate's proclamation, and gathers Stiles more securely in his arms, unable to keep the smile off his face as Stiles slams their lips together in a desperate, needy kiss.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

"Stiles joins the FBI-"

No. Realistically, Stiles would start a Winchester-esque demon hunting business where he goes around the country hunting down evil supernatural creatures. It's what he's good at.

He has amazing instincts for detecting who uses their supernatural abilities for evil and who doesn't, he always believes people at their word when they say they have seen truly bizarre things and nothing is out of the question as untrue to him (which means no villain would ever escape him by faking their death or just on the basis of not being 'real') and he always does his research and brings it out at the right time.

(Also, it would be the only valid excuse for him not to be in the movie at that point in the timeline because he's off somewhere defeating a coven of vampires and can't talk about it right now.)

But like how badass would it have been to have a spin off show of Stiles showing up to places in his Jeep, taking out evil supernatural creatures while making friends with friendly supernatural creatures and then just leaving. All while being the token human in any situation.

Either way, I don't buy him settling down into a corporate FBI job.

[homunculus-argument]

I kind of feel like drawing/painting something but I have no ideas that'd appeal to me. Someone suggest me things to make so I can go "no, not that one" until I come up with something completely different from any of that.

[headcanonthings]

Derek: If I die, would you remarry? Stiles: If you die, I'm putting the romance in necromancy and bringing you back. Derek: Are you really performing dark rituals to keep me alive? Stiles: I said "I do" through sickness and in health, and I meant that as a threat.

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

Derek and packs being in a fight with some hunters one day and Derek gets hit with a wolfsbane arrow right in his arm. Stiles is freaking the fuck out, memories of Kate's Nordic Blue bullet resurfacing and while he hates—absolutely hates blood and injuries —they aren't anywhere near Deaton (like out of state, in Mexico, days away) so Stiles decides like "Well, you're supposed to suck out venom from a snake bite. Same rules apply?"

Stiles jumps at a very confused and very surprised Derek and clamps his mouth down onto his bicep. He starts trying to suck out the poison and spitting out blood and he's getting super grossed out. Fighting for his life, trying not to throw up and everyone is in absolute shock but no one more than Derek who can't believe that the puny little human of the group was a) the first to try and help him. and b) is so incredibly disgusted with injuries but is willing to literally put his mouth down on his blood. It is the weirdest, nicest, most sincere thing anyone has ever done for him. And his wolf zones in on this.

Stiles just unlocked mating courtship ritual number one: Will fight through personal trauma for you because I love you. And Wolf Derek is invested. Pokemon I choose you invested. Derek can actually feel the moment where the mating bond just falls into place and just goes "OH. Ok, yeah that's what we're doing now."

Scott finally gathers himself enough to be like "Stiles I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up Scott." Derek growls, just fondly watching Stiles turning green and woozy.

Lydia's standing directly behind Stiles with the antidote she had brought just in case. She decides to wait a little while longer until she says anything.

[melioristicbeast]

Art inspired by You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would by Alice9 on Ao3 as requested by @blairkaramell !

Thank you for the fic rec, it was a delightful read! had to go with some new-parent-exhaustion (':

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