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“Please.”
Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.
Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.
“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”
Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.
Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.
His messages had read:
> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?
And:
> ill let myself in if thats cool?
And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:
> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed
> all shall be revealed
> lol i don't know why i put that
> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?
> as if you wouldn't lol
> #sourwolf
> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me
And then, a few seconds later:
> right?
Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:
Okay, weirdo <
About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.
“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're close enough now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man, and have got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”
Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.
When the steel door had unlocked and slid open, Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension—and also, the strongest of them all; hope.
Let me.
Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.
Let him what?
Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.
Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.
He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.
“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”
And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.
“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.
And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.
Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.
“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.
Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something like relief.
Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.
The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”
Then he promptly stops breathing.
Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?
He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.
Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.
As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also, wonderfully, of Derek, now.
Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”
Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.
Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.
Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.
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for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)
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teen wolf memes part 26: i’ve officially run out of title ideas
i think the count of pegging jokes is up to at least four at this point, as it should be. shout out to @burnthatbridgewhenwecometoit for your help and for being the best 🩷
teen wolf memes part 26
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Derek’s done with your shit, Stiles…
(more doodles about what could happen at the dance next week)
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Tumblr Top Ships Bracket - Round 1 Side 1
This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.
#sterek#vote for it guys#it's so close I love it#this is also super interesting in regards to fic numbers on AO3#cause I feel like this represents the current AO3 battle field perfectly
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I already did one for the hale pack, and I really like thinking about everyone's careers in the future, so here are my ideas (because I gotta write them down!! it just feels important!!):
Liam - archeologist / history teacher
Mason - astrophysicist (probably at NASA)
Corey - voice actor (yep, I'm stealing Michael Johnston's profession)
Theo - therapist
Nolan - writer
Alec - social worker at an orphanage
Hayden - pediatrician
Brett - fitness trainer
Lori - architect
(I also needed to include these two:
Tracy - school counsellor / social worker
Josh - baker)
Okay I’m kinda curious on what people think each of the puppy pack would do for jobs in the future
So these characters
Liam Dunbar(Honestly I kinda view as a history teacher)
Mason Hewitt(I refuse to believe he became a cop)
Corey Bryant(I can kinda see him in something maybe medical or a photographer)
So for the rest I have no idea
Theo raeken
Nolan Holloway
Alec
Hayden Romero
Brett
Lori
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Stiles: the only thing that seems to motivate you guys is pancakes
Isaac: pancakes?
Erica: i love pancakes!
Cora: do we have maple syrup for them?
Boyd: I'll go buy it
Jackson: where are they?
Stiles: THERE ARE NO PANCAKES
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Kanima Jackson and Danny :)
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au in which stiles has seen derek at multiple parties and finally gets the courage to ask him out. bonus: jackson being a cute lil shit and lydia being supportive.
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Because Stilinski family feels are ruining me and I needed to let it out in some way. (It’s not my fault it turned into Sterek feels too.)
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text post meme
Stiles Stilinski + text posts
Isaac/Lydia/Scott/Allison/Jackson
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”Is Erica worshiping a coconut?”
“I think we should focus on the fact that Jackson is cuddling a bottle of wine while hugging a baguette.”
“Well, at least they managed to get the Eiffel Tower into the shot.”
(aka that one time four members of the Hale pack went vacationing for a month and kept sending back questionable postcards so that Stiles and Derek wouldn’t miss out on their adventures.)
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okay Derek actually do have a phone but the only person who has his number is Stiles and Derek only uses it to comunicate with Stiles. So he always pretends he doesn’t have one.
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Claudia Stilinski AU (In which Derek and Stiles share another dream.)
|continuation to this|
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