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inacatastrophicmind

What was it like having Jared and Misha joining you and what can you tease about their appearance?

rylandsgrace

#They robbed us of their cute and awkward little date 💔

colorlessjay-destielblog

found this while looking through discord server stuff

he has cats

shieldofiron

At first it's annoying.

Of course it is. Stiles is this whirling swirl of sounds, noise seems to follow him like he has his own personal theme song, a whole symphony to score his life.

Derek goes home from seeing him and Scott, and waits for sleep, and the silence surrounds him like a blanket.

Later, like a coffin.

Around Stiles there's so much proof of life. So much in a warm smile, in a knee banged against the edge of a coffee table... in a spell, whispered in that scratchy way. The way that skitters up Derek's spine.

Derek can be silent if he wants. If he needs. Stiles couldn't be silent if it paid a million dollars and a Superman number one every second.

Derek goes home and he waits in the silence, he waits for sleep to come, and he thinks about sound, and life, and sparks, and little breaths and....

When it's less annoying, he finds he doesn't much miss the silence. Stiles gasps in his ear, babbles endlessly and he snores... oh God, he snores so terribly.

Not like a coffin though. Not like a coffin anymore.

Derek lies with Stiles' snoring head on his chest. And he sleeps.

gehalge

afeelgoodblog

Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!

shrewreadings

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

squidificati0n

Happy Leland Melvin Day!

communistkirby

Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!

dsudis

Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!!

timetosuitup

Stiles has become so spoiled with Derek taking his pain, he just sticks his arm or leg out whenever there’s a slight ache somewhere. And Derek just mindlessly takes it, until he’s like, “wait, what? What is this? I can’t even feel this.”

Stiles pulls his sock down and there’s a little bruise on his ankle, and Derek is like, “there is no way that hurts, Stiles”.

Stiles just pouts. “It hurts to me. Come on, pain sucker. Do your thing.”

Derek lets go of his leg. “I’m not taking your baby pains.”

“Rude dude alert.”

Derek blinks. “…What?”

“We’ve got a dude in here and he’s rude.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Hey, you’re the one who denies your human sweet relief. Use your powers for good, wolf man.”

“It’s literally the tiniest bruise I’ve seen in my life.”

“So you hate me.”

Derek takes Stiles’ ankle again, but he just rests his grip there, not doing any pain sucking.

“Feel better?” he asks.

Stiles sighs happily. “Mhm, that’s the stuff.”

Derek snorts and rolls his eyes. At least he's cute.

timetosuitup

The Hale pack being really fed up with Stiles doing stupid and reckless shit, always putting his own life in danger—to the point where Stiles himself is like, "Okay, you know what. Fair. I'm sorry guys. What can I do to redeem myself?"

They grin amongst themselves. "Actually, Stiles," Derek says. "There might be one thing. You know what wolves really love to do?"

"Um...No?"

"We love to chase."

Stiles gulps cartoonishly. "O-okay—OKay."

"Tell you what," Derek says, poker face and all, "We'll give you a ten-minute head start. You start running. See who catches you first."

And Stiles, because he's a reckless idiot but also desperately wants to belong, just nods seriously, eyes wide—already feeling a little bit nauseous. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Great," Derek says, and pats his butt playfully. "Off you go."

Stiles runs like...well—like he's being chased by a pack of wolves.

"Look at him go," Peter says, amused.

Cora, Erica, and Isaac double over in laughter.

Boyd makes a comment about Stiles being an idiot, but kind of a lovable one.

"Alright," Derek says. "You guys go back to the house. I'll make sure he doesn't get lost."

He catches up to him, pins him against a tree, and kisses his stupid, reckless idiot.

“Is it weird that I—um. Kinda enjoyed being chased a little bit?” Stiles asks.

Derek just looks at him, amused. "It's not weird. It's insane, Stiles."

"Hey! You love me, you asshole."

Derek kisses him again and buries his face in his neck. "I love you."

headcanonthings

Jason: Timbit, are you ok? Are those painkillers I gave you working? Tim, high off the extra strength pills: If I put a milkshake in one yard and cracked open a cold one in another yard, where would the boys go? Jason: Tim, I- Tim: *grabs Jason by the shoulders and shakes them* WHERE WOULD THE BOYS GO?!

queer-stilinski

[TIS THE SEASON]

but can y’all actually imagine Derek’s first thanksgiving since the fire?

Derek not having sat down at one for literal years?

every year, the pack would break off and go celebrate with their families. not ever thinking to invite him because they just assume he wouldn’t want to go? not their fault, totally understandable.

maybe they also all assumed Derek would just spend it with Cora and Peter. but having lived out of the states for so long, Cora doesn’t really recognize the holiday anymore (valid) and who knows what the fuck Peter gets up to.

so for however long, Derek’s just spent the holiday alone; cooking himself something boring like chicken and rice or just ordering thai food.

Stiles probably also didn’t know this was going on; he also had assumptions that Derek just preferred to be alone, skipped town, or doing god knows what. the Hale’s are an enigma, okay?

but this year, he invites Derek. straight up asks him, “what are you doing for thanksgiving?” when Derek shrugs and says probably nothing, Stiles says, “be at my dads place by noon on thursday.”

and Derek’s sat outside the old Stilinski house for a little too long, genuinely surprised he agreed to come in the first place. he’s staring at the bottle of wine in the passenger seat because he didn’t want to show up empty handed either. he’s maybe in his car for so long, john comes outside and taps on the window telling him to get inside. “Stiles needs help finishing up but he won’t let me come in the kitchen,” john complains and Derek nods, taking a deep breath before hopping out the camaro with the wine.

when he steps inside, he feels his whole body relax. and it just all feels familiar! there’s football on tv, the home is warm, and it smells like wonderfully made homemade meals.

john takes the wine from him as Derek makes his way into the kitchen, watching Stiles mutter to himself recipe steps as he bounces between the stove and counter. Derek’s eyebrows raise at how much food is already been made and sitting at the dinner table but Stiles seems to still be finishing up something.

Stiles yelps when he turns and sees Derek just standing there, cursing under his breath before quickly directing Derek to help around the kitchen. there really isn’t that much left for Stiles to do, so Derek ends up only helping to set the table or give the mash potatoes one last mix.

Stiles tells him thanks and basically dismisses him to the living room. Derek at first feeling awkward just sitting on the couch with the sheriff watching football, but it dies off pretty quickly when the sheriff asks him who his favorite teams are and if he’s been keeping up with them. Derek smiling to himself every time john yells or groans at a flag, foul, or touchdown [i dunno i don’t watch sports!].

soon enough, it’s time to eat and Derek feels a little weird again. he’s too self aware of where he is at the moment, feeling like he’s encroaching on a space that doesn’t belong to him, that maybe Stiles only invited him out of pity. but john says he’s glad that he came and Stiles smiles gently at him before they begin to eat. and then that familiar feeling hits again with john and Stiles laughing over stories, and john and Derek talking more about sports or future plans, and Stiles and Derek bickering over silly things that make john roll his eyes and tell them, “you boys are going to give me a headache.”

Derek compliments Stiles’ pie to which Stiles leans over and admits it’s store bought (he knows how to bake, but who has the time?!). they’d all fall against the couch after their bellies were full. all of them drifting in and out of sleep. allowing themselves a day to be lazy as they watch the parade, the dog show, and more football.

john’s fully conked out in his chair as Stiles and Derek watch some charlie brown thanksgiving special. Stiles’ feet are in Derek’s lap and Derek trying so hard not to think too much into it. except Stiles pokes him in the side with his big toe, smirking at him and saying, “really glad you came, big guy.”

Derek sheepishly smiles back, telling Stiles, “thanks for inviting me,” unconsciously rubbing at Stiles’ ankle.

when it gets late, Stiles walks with him out to the porch, already asking Derek, “can i expect you for christmas?”

Derek sighs contented, “if you’ll have me.”

Stiles smiles, leans in and kisses Derek quickly across his lips. Stiles’ own eyes going wide as if it caught him more off guard than it did Derek. Derek just huffs a little laugh, pulling Stiles in to kiss him back.. and then again, against his cheek.

Derek watches Stiles’ smile grow even wider before he steps off the porch and into his car. in the rearview, he can see Stiles still watching him from the top of the porch as he pulls off.

safe to say Derek attends christmas (and hanukkah), and there’s more kisses on new year’s eve, and more when Stiles’ birthday rolls around in april.. before they know it, they’ve been dating just short of a year and neither of them would change a single thing.