crossroadswrite:

igotdamn:

crossroadswrite:

eeyore9990:

crossroadswrite:

ohhhh gosssh baby *wraps you in five blankets and gives you hot cocoa*

okay let’s talk about the hale pack, gather ‘round children, auntie rita is gonna tell you a tale

a tale of that one time stiles thought he wasn’t pack and was metaphorically slapped upside the head for it

just imagine it, maybe the entire pack agrees that stiles should stay behind just before they go pow-wow with the big bad of the week so stiles obviously thinks I’M NOT PACK AND THEY DON’T TRUST ME and of course he has to run after them to prove that he is capable of helping that it’s not fair to keep him out of the loop

and of course he gets there in time to save someone from certain death and is all like SEEEEEEE I CAN DO THINGS TOO!!! and of course he probably got mildly hurt saving them

let’s say it’s erica because sterica brotp is honestly my life.

and let’s say after she heals and sees stiles is hurt she freaks the fuck out like WHAT THE FUCK STILINSKI WE TOLD YOU TO STAY BEHIND YOU’RE HURT LOOK AT THIS

and stiles is just about to get offended because HEY he saved her a little gratitude would go over well

but erica just hugs him too tight and drags him away from the battlefield, checking him over for injuries and whining when she finds them.

the pack all gets in their cars, derek highjacks stiles and drives him back to the house (the fully restored house mind you) and hushers stiles inside and then somehow stiles finds himself sitting on the counter with boyd expertly tending to his injuries because erica is over here listing off horrible things she has seen since her mom is an EMT and sometimes she had to wait for her in the emergency bay of the hospital

and isaac is over there agressively cooking dinner and derek is just pacing back and forward agressively huffing and puffing and sometimes stopping to GLARE at stiles

and then stiles says it

“i don’t understand why you’re so upset, i’m not even pack”

and everyone just stops and gasps DRAMATICALLY. well erica gasps dramatically, boyd just kinda looks at stiles like he’s stupid, isaac stops cooking and just looks around like a lost puppy and derek just glares even harder

says “OF COURSE YOU’RE PACK YOU IDIOT WHY DO YOU THINK WE WERE ALL WORRIED ABOUT YOU GETTING HURT???”

and stiles is all like !!!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe he even gets a little emotional and is all like awwww u guyz i love you too

cue all the betas rubbing themselves all over stiles and pretending they’re not doing it and derek just agressively starts gripping the back of stiles’ hand

and okay just sit with me just think how good this will make stiles feel, having a pack, having people who care about him and weren’t pushed into interacting with him by scott. people who want to protect him and people he can protect and obsessively fuss all over

just think how glorious it will be, how he’ll stand a little taller how hell throw his all into it how he gets along with everyone and protects them with his LIFE

how they get to grow up together and grow their families together and just be happy

think about it. beautiful. i fucking love the hale pack.

Can we talk some more about Sterica BROTP? Because here’s the thing. If Stiles hadn’t gone, she would have been killed – “CERTAIN DEATH” – and the thing is, the wolves are very blase about that and Stiles is not okay with them being that way, especially after they go to such lengths to assure him that he’s pack and that him being hurt is NOT OKAY.

So maybe they sort of forget to tell him the next time they go face a big bad. And maybe this time it’s Isaac who gets hurt to the point of his injuries taking DAYS to recover from, and Stiles blows his lid.

‘YOU CAN’T TELL ME I’M PACK AND THEN KEEP ME FROM STUFF. IF I HAD BEEN THERE, HE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN HURT THIS BADLY. PROBABLY. BECAUSE THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE WATCHING YOUR BACKS. BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS SO LATE TO THE PARTY THAT ALL I CAN SEE IS YOUR BACKS.“

And then maybe he goes into a rant about all the times him being there saved someone, most recently Erica and…

And the pack is like, “But you’re human, we’re not. We heal.”

And Stiles screams, “Hey asshole, guess what? I ALSO HEAL. I just do it a little slower. Do you think this *gestures at Isaac* is okay?! Because it’s NOT. This is not okay. Do you think it doesn’t KILL ME everytime one of you limps home, holding your arm barely attached to your body, or broken bones poking out of your skin or WHATEVER THE FUCK INJURY YOU GOT THIS TIME?! Because, news flash, it fucking DESTROYS MY SOUL to see you guys hurting.”

And okay, I don’t know how they resolve it because the puppies are gonna always be so very overprotective of their human boy, always, so I don’t know. But I think it’s important for Stiles to also let them know how much they mean to him.

Because they do. They are his pack, his found family, and he will defend them as stringently as he does his dad and Scott.

Um.

@eeyore9990 you beautiful, beautiful human being of wonder.

i will tell you how they solve it because this is what i love, just give me stiles goint pta mom hell who secretely knows krav maga on everyone’s asses

stiles making use of his spark, stiles learning magic, stiles absolutely fucking wrecking it at offense spells and getting tattoos to give him power

stiles who tries to be diplomatic because going to war means his pack getting hurt even just a little bit adn he HATES IT. HE HATES IT SO FUCKING MUCH

stiles becoming super badass emissary of the hale pack and he doesn’t test his powers on a grand scale not really

but maybe one day he has to. maybe one day most of the pack is down and the situation is looking DIRE and he arrived late, again because they didn’t tell him about it again

so just picture this.

stiles getting there and his pack is down, hurt, blood soaked and still trying to get him out of there

and the bad guys look at stiles and kinda laugh because what is this little punkass kid gonna do huh?

this little punkass kid is gonNA FUCKING WRECK YOUR COLLECTIVE ASSES

just picture it, stiles’ skin crackling with magic, we can even go all out to thunder striking in the distance, maybe his eyes go all white (shhh it’s a thing for me shhhhh) and in ten minutes flat all the bad guys are on the ground whimpering as stiles leaves a trail of destruction behind him, being completely merciless because its not like they showed mercy when they were hurting his pack right

then he goes around to heal the pack and fuss over them and the pack just looks at him with new eyes and accepts that he’s fucking badass as hell

after that everyone has way more respect for stiles and they keep holding him back from battles but now it’s because he’s their secret weapon

@crossroadswrite
@eeyore9990

Okay I’m biting.

–

Erica blinks exactly eight times before turning her eyes away from Stiles and directing them at her alpha instead. There’s a part of her that already knows what she’ll see, but still, it exceeds all expectations. There’s both giddiness and dread because oh dear.

Derek has his mouth open. He’s not gaping, he’s trying to get words out, but he just… can’t. It’s not like he doesn’t know what to say, it’s more that he doesn’t know how to say everything that’s whirring through his head. So he eventually settles for an articulate, “how?”

Stiles is leaning over Boyd, his hand hovering about three inches above the werewolf’s abdomen, a white glow swirling from his palm. He doesn’t deign Derek with an answer because if Derek can’t tell him they’re out chasing the bad guys, then Stiles is going to be petty about it and not tell Derek how he figured out where they’d gone, or how he did the things he did.

When Stiles is done, he raises to his feet and pointedly looks at Derek. The white in his eyes finally making room again for the warm amber, and it’s absolutely mesmerising.

None of the pack members know just what to say. They’re awed, impressed, and maybe just this tiny bit intimidated.

“You just wiped out the entire coven,” Isaac says. His voice is tiny but his eyes are wide. He’s raised his arm in an aborted movement to reach for Stiles. But somehow Stiles seems so untouchable now.

“Three beta’s and an alpha, but we couldn’t even hurt them,” Erica shakes her head, a small smile tugging on her lips. “But you…”

“Yeah,” Boyd simply adds.

Most of the time, Stiles is immature. He makes horrible jokes and inappropriate innuendo’s. He’s hyperactive, never shuts up, and he sure as hell isn’t above gloating. Now is the perfect moment to gloat, yet he doesn’t. He merely grunts “y’all are ridiculous,” before turning around and heading back for his jeep.

Because well, he’s low-key pissed, okay. Once again the pack didn’t tell him where they were going. Heck, they didn’t even tell him they were going at all, and look at what happened. The witches had exploded Boyd’s guts from the inside, he was nearly dead when he got there. It’s ridiculous. His pack is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny anymore.

He twists his key around and his jeep revs loudly, but before he manages to drive off, the door to the passenger’s seat opens. Stiles doesn’t even have to turn his head to see it’s Derek, he can feel it in the air. That electricity, that buzz racing over his skin, setting his nerves on end.

“Thanks,” Derek says, which makes Stiles look at him.

“Did you just thank me?” He blows out a deep breath. “Fuck, sour wolf, you know gratitude makes me feel tingly all over.”

Stiles doesn’t have to be looking to know Derek is glaring at him, so he turns his eyes back on the road ahead and starts driving.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he says.

Derek rolls his eyes. “I’m a werewolf.”

“Yes, you are. And werewolves get hurt too so put your fucking seatbelt on or I swear to God I’m playing ‘Baby Got Back’ on maximum volume and I’ll make up my own lyrics,” Stiles spits.

Derek shrugs like he doesn’t care, but does as Stiles says. “I don’t know all the words anyway.”

Stiles gasps. “Blasphemy!”

The atmosphere eases remarkably, yet it doesn’t settle entirely. There’s a lot to discuss, and they both know it.

“Stay over tonight,” Derek tells him.

Stiles looks at him, searching the older man’s eyes for an answer to a question that has been unspoken since the moment they first met. It’s a loaded subject, so he does what he does best. He jokes. “Wanna cuddle all night long, snuggle-buns? Wanna hold on tight?”

Derek meets his eyes almost in a challenge. “And never let go,” he says.

It’s night, so it’s dark. But if his blush would light up like his magic does, Stiles is sure he would illuminate half the planet. He quickly steels himself though, and pretends to be extremely focused on the road. “Sure, whatever you need, big man.”

It’s night, so it’s dark, and humans can’t see in the dark. But if they could, Stiles would’ve been able to see that Derek isn’t as composed as he sounds, and that Derek would be taking care of the rest of the world’s need for light without even trying.

@igotdamn i love you this is gorgeous