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Fun collection etc part EIGHT

The oldest one in this set is from February 17th, 2025. If you even care.

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7)

To whoever is doing market research 2.0 (natural study) for the spn revival: this is your target audience 😘

Happy pride and see yall for part 9 soon enough I’m sure 🏳️‍🌈💙💚🏳️‍🌈

lazarrusrising

Sam trying to explain to someone that even if the world is about to end the priority should be saving Cas first otherwise they won't have Dean's help because he goes into a hopeless suicide spiral every time Cas is gone

shieldofiron

sterek headcanon: on the surface it seems like Derek is calling the shots and Stiles is a helpless idiot. But really Derek is the helpless idiot who's terrible at emotions and tons of trauma while Stiles is calling all the shots and is incredibly smart. It's just he has adhd and is the only human among werewolves. The only one with any real common sense 90% of the time. But still human.

Headcanon. I think you mean CANON.

darkshrimpemotions

Sam finds out Dean and Cas are together and have been for years and he's pissed. How could Dean not trust him with this?!

And Dean's just like "trust you? After the way you acted about Benny?"

And that's how Sam realizes his brother thought for YEARS that he was being a homophobe about Dean's boyfriend and not just hypocritical as all hell about monsterfucking.

hedwig221b

Okay deranged take ahead: I cannot stop thinking about Derek keeping Stiles locked somewhere. But like, consensual captivity. Derek is so jealous and possessive and nobody saw his mate for so long that some say the wolf killed him long ago. Others are sure he does not exist.

And it's true that Derek does not want anyone to see his Stiles, his precious beautiful mate, so he asks Stiles to stay behind closed doors and not come out when other packs or people visit. His scent is everywhere but it's so mixed with Derek's scent that nobody notices anything amiss.

And Stiles doesn’t mind, tired of everyone's gazes and attention, sick of it to his core. The only thing he asks of Derek is to not take the pack away from him, and of course Derek would never do that. His pack loves Stiles. They will never betray his trust. The last thing Stiles asks is for Derek to stay close and never leave him. As long as they are together, as long as they have their pack, he doesn’t need anything or anyone

homemadesterekpie

hurt and more than likely traumatized Stiles being taken to the hospital, being treated and the medical staff waiting for the other shoe to drop because Stiles is acting Fine™️.

his wounds aren’t life threatening but they tell a tale of something really shitty and they’ve seen it enough before to know he’ll breakdown at some point. they think it will happen when they let his father into his room but its actually Stiles who consoles his father as he sheds some tears for his son.

some school friends come to visit and still he’s all smiles and reassuring even tho the nurses notice the trembling of his fingers when he fidgets with his blanket.

there’s a shift change and then its dinner time and Stiles’ father and friends leave at Stiles’ insistence that he is perfectly fine and needs to sleep anyway.

The visiting hours are almost over when a handsome dark haired young man with three teens walk to Stiles’ room. The young man talks to the teens for a second and they stay back as he goes into the room.

there’s a bit of a commotion when Stiles’ monitors starts beeping in warning from his heartrate skyrocketing before going back to a more normal but still fast pace while loud sobbing can be heard coming from his room.

his assigned nurse rushes to his room and has to wait until the huge dark skinned boy move out of the way to get in and Stiles is sobbing brokenly in the young man’s arms and the man has a hand glued to Stiles’ neck and she’s sure her eyes are playing tricks on her because its like the veins on his hand are black.

she checks on Stiles’ machines and leaves them be. a little later, when the sobbing has died down, the three teens enter the room as well. they stay for a long time, way past the end of visiting hours. the medical staff don’t ask them to leave. they’re quiet and they’re just glad Stiles could finally breakdown and be comforted.

mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf

"I'm back!" Stiles yelled, skidding onto the patio of the rebuilt Hale house, waving excitedly at the pack lounging around. Most of them were in the pool, except for Derek who was manning the grill and Lydia who was lounging on one of the pool chairs.

Stiles ripped off his t-shirt and jeans, running over to give Derek a smooch before canonballing into the pool.

Resurfacing, he took in the open-mouthed faces of the pack, looking at him with surprise and awe while Derek stood smugly, arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" Stiles asked, self consciously hunching in his shoulders.

He jumped out the pool to go over to Derek, the eyes of the pack following him, and Derek cuddled him into his chest, arms wrapping tight around his waist.

"Dude," Scott said, eyes almost bugging out of the sockets.

Erica licked her lips and smirked, "Damn, Stilinski."

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Stiles asked, flushed and red.

"Um, when did you get those muscles? How?" Isaac asked, bewildered.

"You have a six pack," Scott murmured, astonished.

Derek grinned and rubbed a hand over Stiles' tummy, feeling the muscles contract. "Yeah, he does."

"Oh, come off it guys, Stiles was always hot," Lydia chimed in, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading.

Stiles gaped and turned to Derek, eyebrows high on his forehead. "She's right, baby," Derek said, leaning forward and slotting their lips together, one hand raised behind Stiles' back to flip off the pack whose eyes were still roving over Stiles' muscles.

hiroyildiz

"That's what happens when you go to hell, Dean. That's what hell is. Forgetting what you are."

And then Dean going to hell. Being tormented for years, and then starting to torture others. Not being a healer, not being a protector anymore.

But also Cas getting Dean out of hell. Cas putting Dean back on earth. Dean trying and succeeding at stopping the apocalypse. Dean caring for Sam, Bobby, the world... Dean saving people once more.

What has the opposite effect of hell on people?

What I'm trying to tell is that Cas is heaven to Dean. Maybe not the only one, but a heaven nonetheless.

mypeopleskillzarerusty

They straight up couldn't have Cas interacting with demon Dean more than they did on account of the fact Dean would have tried to fuck him.

colorlessjay

Someone understands what I've been talking about

shona22

I know, usually, Derek is written as the type to do the "I'll let the world burn for you" shit but realistically, he's too much of a martyr for that. He will jump in the fire if it means others would go unscathed.

Now, Stiles? Stiles is the balls to wall unhinged one. He would let the world burn for Derek, for his pack. If you give him a reason, if you hurt what’s his? He’ll go full scorched earth without hesitation

kittykatstiles

when derek warns stiles not to run because he won’t be able to hold back his wolf’s instinct to chase after him… and it happens almost everyday too. due to stiles’ adhd, when he can think of something he HAS to do it immediately. like when they’re out for grocery shopping stiles would be like OH I FORGOT ABOUT ICE CREAM BRB and then start running like a small animal. which can confuse derek’s wolf who thinks his mate is playing with them and wants to be chased and we need to run after him right NOW

unholyfudgebiscuits

Being Human

Derek knows humans are fragile in comparison to wolves. He did have human siblings after all and his mother drilled their vulnerability into him since he was old enough to understand. He knows he has to be gentle around them, knows they are weaker and prone to sickness. Consciously he knows this, but he isn't at all prepared for when Stiles—the only human in the pack—is hurt.

Actually hurt.

Gasping, crying, arms shaking in pain hurt.

He doesn't know what the fuck to do. Because they're alone, trapped, and he can smell the wrongness coming off the human. He can hear his heartbeat fluctuating from weak to sporadic and the sweat and blood and scent of fear blankets the enclosed space so profoundly he thinks he's going to suffocate off the smell.

He siphons away whatever he can but there's still too much. It's barely a bandage over an open artery, like trying to put out a fire with an eyedropper. Even with him pulling away most of the pain the infection has already spread. Every gasping breath and rattling cough has Derek's body twitching in panic.

Human.

The word is a curse, a defect in his world. If Stiles were a wolf he could re-brake and heal the broken rib digging into his lung. The gash on his side would have slowed in it's bleeding if not stopped all together. If he were a wolf there would be no infection or sickness or bloody nose. The bite is a gift.

Derek doesn't know what to do with the frail, weakened human laying with his head on his thigh. He can't even think through the dread and worry and helplessness. Stiles curls in on himself, leans into the hand that is trying to staunch the blood and pull away the pain.

"Not quite how I imagined things would go when I daydreamed about my face down in your lap Sourwolf..." He jokes. Derek almost wants to shake him for it. Stiles is dying and he's joking.

"Don't talk. The pack should be here soon."

"N-Not talk? Have you met me? I'm alone in the dark with Beacon Hill's most eligible grump and you expect me not to make a sex joke?"

"Stiles!" Derek growls and then stops when he hears the awful whistling sound coming from his chest.

"I'm fine. Just a little fever..." Derek wishes it were just a little fever. Wishes he knew the difference between a little fever and this. He doesn't remember his baby sister feeling this warm when his mother said she was sick. He doesn't really remember much of the younger ones... the human ones. Maybe he'd be more helpful if he did...

"Stop it." Stiles chastise. "You keep frowning like that and you're eyebrows will grow together." Derek hates that he does this... Hates that he's the one in pain and he's still trying to lighten Derek's mood. Hates that he's smiling at him through a grimace, that he's looking at him like he's worth something when he knows he isn't.

"I'm okay Der." Stiles says gently. "You k-know you can't actually get rid of me right? I've sorta got a pool going with the pack. How long it'll take till I can get you to say you love me. It's gotta be unironically of course. Lydia's rules." Derek feels his heartbeat tick up at that and Stiles smiles. "I say this year, Scott gave you three. But I know I'm your favorite so it shouldn't be hard."

"Stop moving." He begs when Stiles turns onto his back to look up at him.

"Better view."

"Stiles!" Stubborn! Humans were stubborn. Weak and frail and as stubborn as they came.

"You're beautiful." Stiles murmurs and Derek feels his breath catch in his throat. "Maybe that's wrong to say to a guy huh? But like, I always thought it. Y-Your eyes. I like looking at them. Even when you go all grumpy and broody and flash red at me, they're still beautiful."

Derek feels Stiles' body shake with another jolt of pain and maybe, he's the one crying now. "You gotta promise me something Der, okay? P-Please. You gotta take care of my dad."

"Don't-"

"Would you just listen? I love Scott, I trust him with my life. He's my brother when it comes down to it but he's pretty freaking useless when he's got a new girlfriend with him and dad's going to be bad for a while. He'll drink. A lot... or worse he'll just jump head first into any job they throw at him. P-Please just watch over him for me?." Derek feels himself nodding and Stiles' pained smile widens.

"You know you've always been my alpha right?" Derek startles at that. "Like I said, I love Scott and I love the pack. I'd do anything for any one of you but... since the beginning. Since the start, you've always been my alpha."

"Stiles-"

"Just take care of dad. Scott will be okay, Lydia might need you more than she lets on. And Isaac says he doesn't want anything to do with you but it's not true. I-It's not. If anything he wants you to be proud of him. So call him okay? He'd be on the next flight home, he'd be back here at your side the second he sees your name light up. He kept the same number. Explain it to him. Tell him why you sent him away. N-Not for you, for him. He thinks you hate him, don't let him think it anymore."

Derek can't understand. Can't begin to make sense of this human. This small, 145 pound, eighteen year old looking up at him with all the tranquility and calmness of a condemned man. He's no longer scared. Fear has been replaced with a sense of serenity and its worse! Far worse than the terror. Derek presses harder onto the bleeding wound, chokes on the sob that wants to wrench it's way out of his throat when he hears it... The low howl a mile off.

He covers Stiles' ears and howls back, feeling relief and hope and looking at those confused brown eyes that haven't stopped watching him since they ended up in this hell hole.

"D-Der?"

"I love you." He says, because he does. Because he's never not cared for this ridiculous human being. He had been his headache, his friend, his anchor... The one who has protected him, saved him, given him a family when he never thought he deserved it. The resilient, caring little human that looked at him like he meant something. Like he was worthy of meaning something.

Resilient and stubborn and caring and selfless and fragile... And Derek wishes he were half the human Stiles is.

angelkissesdean

My favorite thing about destiel is when Dean asks Cas if he can do something and he dramatically rolls his eyes and is like ugh of course I can do that Dean I am an angel and you are just a man but for some reason I have fallen in love with you so I'll do it but I'm gonna make a show out of it so you know I could easily choose not to do it to make your life miserable

angelkissesdean

My second favorite thing is when Cas is a bitch to Sam for no reason at all

angelkissesdean

@eeveestoneson exactly

eeveestoneson

@angelkissesdean

Your tags are also spot on and should be remembered

I hope this happens after the confession and leads to a 'so what you like him better than me' moment and cas is like 'yes and I have mentioned that'

sandgrassbagel

if you think about it, dean is like orpheus. he tries to find a way to bring cas back, willing to bargain with whatever powers at be (chuck) to get him back. but moreso than that, dean looks back

despite knowing cas as dead in s13, the moment dean heard cas' voice on the phone, light shone on his face and he had hope again. he drove straight to cas' location without question. he "looked back" at cas, because he loves him

and in 15x19, despite having literally watched cas be taken by the empty in the episode prior, the moment dean gets that call from lucifer, he's on his feet and running several flights of stairs up to the door. once again, he "looks back"

the tragedy of orpheus and eurydice comes from orpheus looking back in every iteration because he loves her, and dean will always "look back" at cas. he will come when cas calls, despite knowing he is gone. he will turn to find him, despite knowing he should move on. because he loves him

cten0phora

i just know that when cas came back from the empty dean had his hands on him 24/7 he’s never letting him go ever again

he’s always holding his hand, or has a hand on his shoulder or on his hip, don’t even get me started on the sleeping arrangements because that man is holding onto his angel like a lifeline

colorlessjay

You said hand on Cas' hip, and all I could think about is them posing as FBI, and Dean dodging questions as to why he's got his partner pressed up against him

Cop: So uh what's with the uuhh

Dean: He's a rookie

Cop: Right...

Cas, trying to play along: I get... like to wonder

writing-prompt-s

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

endreams-s

Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it?

Writer: Air shot between the toes, it’ll look like a heart attack.

Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks in a breath* ok

honeypressed

Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to potentially stab someone in the guts

Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes

Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks

moonreflectioninthefragglepond

A++ addition

tetsuskitten

Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?

Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great

tigerliliesandcherryblossoms

I LOVE THIS

vmohlere

Oh no, murder comedy is my jam

laziestofthedreamers

I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? It’d be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it they’re a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so it’s completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.

Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and it’s a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that there’s something to the theory, but it’s all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the author’s home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they don’t seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, that’s it. Most they do is leave for groceries.

So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough he’ll FINALLY have proof.