Today seems like the day that we need a little PRIDE on our dash. Our prayers go out to Orlando and if you live in the area go donate blood. They have a serious need. Also here is our fluff tag if you need it. Take care of yourself bbs.
Stiles is marching in the NYC Pride Parade just a few days after the Supreme Court decision in Obergefell v. Hodges when he comes upon a cop and gets the urge to dance.
“Maybe not any homophobe, but a mass gathering of homophobes who quote the First Amendment and the bible to spew hatred? I can get my panties in a bunch over that all I want.”
One morning over breakfast, Stiles’ dad hands him the same pamphlet Stiles took from the office, and tells Stiles that he has to pay for his own gas for the trip. Stiles grins, and feels the buzz set in under his skin, because it finally feels like this is going to happen.
The impromptu pride parade in Beacon Hills tells the stories of so many people- even with just a few words at a time- that it’s a little bit much for Derek to process, but he has Stiles to ground him- anchor him, and now the entire country will recognize that
If anyone had told Stiles that when he accompanied his dad to contain a protest by the local church against the pride festival being held in downtown Beacon Hills that he’d end up mackin’ on a random guy who turned out to be his ex babysitter turned sexy university professor he probably wouldn’t have believed them. Probably. Especially if they included the part where he gets a date out of it in the end.
He could hear Stiles’ frantic heartbeat and panting breaths, but almost overlooked him at first. He was crouched in the shadow of a dumpster, his face buried in his arms, barely pulling in shuddering breaths. His cane was discarded on the dirty alley floor beside him.
“Stiles!” Derek dropped to his knees in front of Stiles, his own chest aching with sympathy at Stiles’ rattling wheezy breaths. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
“Derek?” Stiles lifted his head, his eyes wide and searching.
“Should I call an ambulance?” Derek asked. Before he realized what he was doing he was already reaching out, grasping Stiles’ shoulder, rubbing a thumb on his neck to see if there was any pain he could draw out.
Stiles reached out with trembling fingers, grasping Derek’s hand like a lifeline. His breathing seemed to ease a bit.
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