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Nobody Meant to Sleep Alone

Just a lil’ Stereky sweetness for y’all….[pic source]. Title from Heart’s  “Sleep Alone.”

To Derek, there’s something extraordinary about Stiles sleeping. 

There’s his beauty, of course, his perfect features neutralized in petulance and amplified by the peaceful glow of repose. There are the lithe curves and muscled lines of his body that Derek knows better than his own, but that nevertheless take his breath away at moments like this. There’s his hand curled toward his face, a now-familiar gesture so sweet it makes Derek’s heart ache.

It’s all that and more that makes Derek stop and stare in awed wonder when he catches Stiles napping, even now, after more than ten years together. But what really stuns him and takes his breath away in moments like this is the world-changing simplicity of it all: Stiles, sleeping, at peace. 

He remembers it like it was yesterday, the first time Stiles slept in his presence. A late night of research in his old loft, surrounded by empty cans of the disgusting energy drinks Stiles swore by and that finally proved no match for his exhaustion, he fell asleep and began to snore into a couch cushion, a dust-ridden leather-bound book still clutched in one hand. Derek knew that Stiles battled insomnia long before the Nogitsune, and that ever since his possession by the demon he had struggled futilely to sleep for more than a few hours at a time. So he had simply pulled the book from his hand and covered him with a blanket and gone to bed, where he didn’t sleep at all, instead staying awake to listen intently to his breathing and the reassuringly strong and steady beat of his heart, his own body tense and ready to jump to action if he should need him. 

Just before dawn, Derek had heard Stiles wake with a confused start, wrestle with the blanket and couch cushions, swear softly, and then leave. 

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Protect the animals.

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Elephant Rock, Iceland

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This is an old god, sleeping

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he not asleep he just taking a long sip

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Last call for the Ferris Wheel!

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i turned on the light in the dining room but Tubby had been sleeping in a chair and it woke her up and she was Not Pleased

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[trilliastra]

[I’m so happy my writer’s block is over, I think I’m going to cry. I really hope you enjoy this!]

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“I think she’s living in one of those abandoned buildings.” Scott says, scratching his – admittedly – awesome beard. Allison looks at him appreciatively and Stiles kind of wants to throw up.

Derek snorts. “You think?”

Scott sends him an unimpressed look and Lydia smirks. “Kids, please.” She says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “No fighting today.”

“He started it!” Scott protests, turning to Stiles pleadingly. Stiles only shrugs - he wants to get laid tonight and Derek tends to get bitchy after a discussion. “Traitor.” He mutters.

“Can we just focus?” Lydia interrupts again. “She’s living in an abandoned building and tried to run over Stiles with the car she stole two days ago. What do we do now?”

“Kill her.” Derek says.

“Burn her with fire.” Stiles shrugs, waving his cast around. He had plans to spend his free week having sex all over Derek’s new and shiny apartment, but instead he ended up in the hospital for three days and ever since, Derek has refused to even touch him, scared he might hurt Stiles even more.

His boyfriend is so stupidly cute, Stiles kind of wants to keep him forever.

“Stiles!” Scott warns him. “She was scared! Your boyfriend threatened to chop her head off the last time they met.”

Derek shrugs, unapologetic, and Stiles reaches out to pat his shoulder. His man can threaten whoever he wants, as long as Stiles is around to see. That glare does things to him.

“So?” Stiles winks, barely hiding his laugh as Scott glares, his own mouth quirking up. “In Derek’s defense, she was looking at me funny.”

“Yeah,” Scott rolls his eyes, “she was probably wondering why you looked like you wanted to climb Derek like a tree while he talked about disembowelment.”

“I thought we agreed on not talking about Stiles’ weird kinks.” Isaac comes from the kitchen, a sandwich in one hand and a soda in the other. Derek watches him sit on his new couch, eyebrow twitching. The last time Isaac dropped ketchup on the rug, Derek threw him out of the house. Literally.

Three years together and Stiles still finds himself falling more and more in love with Derek. It still surprises him sometimes, but he wouldn’t trade this relationship for the world.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to steal my food anymore.” Derek says, crossing his arms over his chest. Isaac only smirks and bites at his sandwich, slowly. Derek groans as the ketchup drips on the floor, dangerously close to the couch. “For fuck’s sake!”

“Isaac, get a fucking plate!” Scott growls, throwing his hands up. “Derek, stop yelling! And Stiles, just –” he gestures around, “stop.”

Stiles – who was staring at Derek’s biceps – smiles innocently at his best friend. “Fine.” He concedes before Scott’s head explodes. “I accept kicking the witch out of the town. Happy now?”

“Immensely.” Scott rolls his eyes. “Derek?”

Derek steals Isaac’s soda, takes a sip. “Okay,” he says, “but I reserve the right to decide what to do with the next creature that hurts Stiles.” He adds with a sense of finality.

“Fine –”

“Hey!” Stiles cries out, indignantly. “Next?” That’s unfair, he doesn’t get hurt that much anymore!

“Well,” Derek teases, “you do like when I save you.” He smiles, looks around the room as their friends watch their interaction, amused. “You said – and I quote – it makes you ’all gooey inside’”.

“What – when –” He sputters, wide eyed, as their friends explode in laughter around them, “I never said that!”

“You did.” Derek declares. “Two days ago when you were at the hospital. I filmed it.” He smirks. He looks proud of himself, eyes shining and a happy smile on his face. Stiles marvels on the fact that Derek is happy now, and he’s partially responsible for it ‘I did that’, he thinks looking at Derek’s carefree expression. His own heart begins to beat faster and he realizes Derek did the same thing to him - Derek made, makes, him happy. 

He really wants to keep him forever.

“I –” Stiles starts, too dumbstruck by his own realization to come up with anything but, “I really want to marry you.”

Derek drops the soda on the couch.

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The last night was amazing!

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@sukiicat

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₍₍ (ง ˘ω˘ )ว ⁾⁾₍₍ (ง ˘ω˘ )ว ⁾⁾ We dance better than humans

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I love Puppies

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tony, calling at 3am: but can you stick to a non-stick pan

peter: mr stark 🅱️lease let me rest

peter: *sprinting to the kitchen as soon as he hangs up*

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It’s CANON.

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[ladiekatie]

This is a soulmate au where you start to see color when you meet your soulmate.

The time is what confuses Derek the most. He’s known Stiles for years, but only today did Derek notice the weird thing happening to Stiles face. At first he didn’t know what it was, he went to Deaton worried that his eyes were messing up. The man laughed at him and told him he was probably experiencing the coloration that happens when you meet your soulmate. 

That… that confused Derek. Because he never thought this would happen to him. He lost everything, his family, his friends, his pack, the last thing he expected was to find his soulmate. Yet there he was, sitting with Scott’s pack smiling at the girl he brought like she hung the fucking moon, a spattering of color shifting on his face. 

Derek has known Stiles for years and just now he’s doing this to Derek. Derek decides to do nothing about it. Stiles obviously wasn’t seeing what was seeing, so Derek should just leave him alone. What’s one more thing he’s lost before he even had a chance to have. 

Slowly Derek’s world gets filled in like a paint by number. He loves blue and orange, he hates yellow though, and the brown color of Stiles eyes is the most unreal thing in the world. He’s sad to see most of his wardrobe is black, and goes to buy a some color for it, but keeps it in the dark tones so no one will figure out that he sees the world in a whole new way. Stiles wears a lot of bright colors, and Derek wonders how he knows what he’s putting on, and how nothing clashes spectacularly compared to some of the other people he sees in town. 

The thing is, now that Derek knows Stiles is the epicenter of his new sight, it’s like he sees him in a whole new way too. The things he did in while he was in high school that he found absolutely unbearable make butterflies bud in his stomach now. The way he laughs with his whole body is memorizing thing. 

Derek always feels jealous when he looks to the girl who seems to hang around a little to much with him. She makes Sitles laugh and smile, and Derek hates it. But there is nothing he can do but keep his distance and fall completely in love with him. 

Eventually, Derek gets tired of seeing himself in black and grey, so he goes out and buys an orange and blue stripped shirt that looks ridiculous. Derek loves it though, and if anything he’s learned these past few years is how to love himself enough to indulge in one stupid t-shirt. 

He only wears it around the loft. It’s soft and comfortable and just wearing it makes Derek feel happier. The shirt makes him feel safe and like he can actually be himself while lounging at home. No one stops by unannounced anymore so it’s easy to hide from everyone. 

Until one day the loft door slams open. 

“There’s a fucking hive of fairies in the forest and we have to go move them,” Stiles announces as he barges in on Derek reading a book on his couch, in his blue and orange striped shirt. Stiles stops a few feet away and huffs out a laugh, “nice shirt. You realize those colors don’t go together?”

Derek sets his book down on the coffee table, “shut up Stiles, I like these colors. 

The two pause for a second, both seeming to process what the other just said. 

“You can see color?” Stiles asks first, “since when?”

“A few months,” Derek answers, afraid that Stiles will put it all together in the way that Stiles does. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Stiles asks, his hands are on his hips like he’s really upset about the fact that Derek can now see colors. 

“It’s no one’s business but mine,” Derek replies, very very nervous about this whole exchange. 

“You know who your soulmate is?”

“Yes but I-” Derek gets cut off as Stiles closes the space between them and grabs the back of his head and pulls him in for a kiss. 

Stiles licks into Derek’s mouth, and Derek cannot hold himself back and does the same until Derek decies to ask a question of his own.

“How did you-”

“The day we saw you in the woods, my entire world exploded into color. I’ve known for years, but I knew you didn’t see it. Not yet. So I waited.”

“But that girl-”

“Heather? She’s my oldest friend, nothing for you to worry about sourwolf,” Stiles says, closing the space between them again. 

Derek has seen many colors in the short period he has been able to see them, but his favorite is the color of pink Stiles lips get when they are kiss swollen. 

He wants to pull Stiles down to the couch, and never let him go but it’s broken by Stiles saying, “as much as I want this to never stop, ever, we have fairies that need to be moved.” Derek huffs out a laugh and the two head out the door, Derek still wearing his blue and orange striped shirt. 

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Sterek AU: Derek didn’t want to come on this trip with Lydia. He didn’t. But the man in the water is really close to convincing him otherwise. [For her part, Lydia just wanted a few weeks in the sun and some peace and quiet. She did not sign up for these idiots. Fuck her life.]