when you realize none of you really know what you’re doing
I like to think that the missions with just the two of them are Jim’s favorite. Because with the rest of his crew, he has to put up a confident front, act like he has all the answers, like he’s sure of himself every step of the way. But Bones has known Jim since the beginning, long before he became a respected captain. He knows damn well that Jim has no sweet clue what he’s doing sometimes. And sure, he gives him shit for it, but he still comes along every time he’s asked because he trusts Jim despite knowing that he doesn’t have all the answers. And on the missions with Bones, Jim is allowed to get scared, to get frustrated, to show uncertainty. Because he knows he has Bones’ trust and support no matter what, and it means the world to him.
Legolas pretty quickly gets in the habit of venting about his travelling companions in Elvish, so long as Gandalf & Aragorn aren’t in earshot they’ll never know right?
Then about a week into their journey like
Legolas: *in Elvish, for approximately the 20th time* ugh fucking hobbits, so annoying
Frodo: *also in Elvish, deadpan* yeah we’re the worst
Legolas:
~*~earlier~*~
Legolas: ugh fucking hobbits
Merry: Frodo what’d he say
Frodo: I’m not sure he speaks a weird dialect but I think he’s insulting us. I should tell him I can understand Elvish
How could he not? They’re one of the comfiest things on the planet.
I’m convinced that half his Christmas presents used to be plaids alone, he wore them so much. It was a thing. Want to find Derek Hale? Look for plaid. It’s fucking homey as fuck, and he rocks them like an undergraduate model.
Pretty sure we’ve all agreed that Derek Hale won the puberty lottery.
But of course, after the fire, the sight of plaid sickens him, because that’s what he sometimes wore when he was with Kate, when he had his guard down. He constantly wore it at home, and Derek’s not able to even look at plaid anymore, not without wanting to wretch, cuz sometime Cora and his other family members would wear his shirts too, when he left them lying around, and it fucking hurts.
The first time Laura buys him one in New York, he nearly passes out because he can’t stop vomiting. He doesn’t look Laura in the eye for a week.
(So come the henleys.)
And then he has to come back to Beacon Hills, meets the spastic teenager that is Stiles. And for the first time in forever, Derek’s first instinct isn’t to throw up at the sight. It’s there, but it’s not a need – he isn’t hit with instant flashbacks of manicured nails and blonde hair and flames.
Instead, the first thing he feels when he sees Stiles is interest. Derek’s curious about Stiles. It baffles him, and he has to put the walls of steel back up, stronger than ever.
(Which Stiles has no trouble whatsoever breaking down, because he’s the nosiest, most curious shit in the entire of South Cali, and Derek’s so, so weak.)
Then one day, when they’re in the phase of skirting around each other, not sure where they stand in each others lives, Stiles gifts Derek with plaid out of the blue. Derek’s not even surprised at how Stiles knows, because it’s Stiles, and Stiles always seems to just know.It becomes a reoccurring thing.
So he wears them. They becomes the most worn thing when he’s alone at the loft. And when Stiles finally grabs him by the collar of one the shirts and kisses him desperately (because one of them almost died), Derek’s already fallen, harder than he ever has before, and goes willingly.
Stiles starts dropping by his own shirts at Derek’s instead of buying new ones after that.
Derek wears the shit out of Stiles shirts, because:
1. Stiles
2. plaid
3. Stiles’ scent
4. which eventually becomes their scent
And yeah. I need a lot of Derek wearing plaid, and Stiles’ at that. So much more of it.
okay so i have this headcanon and y’all are gonna suffer cause jamie made me put it here
but i have this HEADCANON that talia and claudia were actually really good friends
and because they were such good friends and claudia complained about having to constantly buy clothes for her kid who seemed to grow more and more as the weeks passed by, talia, being the good samaritan that she was, probably offered to give stiles her son’s clothes
so claudia didn’t have to spend so much money in her own kid’s clothes
and look we both know derek wore a lot of plaid and grew too fast and we know stiles has a truly insane amount of plaid so what i’m saying is stiles’ plaids are hand-me-downs from talia, he’s wearing derek’s old clothes bYE
hello sweet nonnie, i absolutely do not mind at all talking sterek to you, it’s one of my favorite things to do.
do you mind if i talk about these two idiots being domestic? because you KNOW they move in together. THEY HAVE TO. because they love each other so much, they love each other in the stomach swooping, breath stuttering, heart eyes motherfucker way that is just filled with bickering and giggling and hand holding and quite conversations
can i talk about their morning routine for a second? can i talk about their morning routine changes?
because when they move in you know that each of them has their own thing going on in the morning. stiles’ thing is more to pop his aderall drink a can of monster and only THEN hop in the shower and try not to slip and break his head. derek’s thing is more like blinking morosely at the wall before he sighs in defeat because he wants to stay in bed but he cant. so he kinda rolls off the bed and starts doing push-ups on the floor to wake himself up.
and that changes because there is NO WAY in hell derek is letting stiles keep up that routine because it’s dangerous for his health and honestly derek just is scared he’ll get diabetes and high coletherol and then die because humans die of things like that okay and it is scary
so derek being the purest sweetest marshmallow starts waking up to make stiles a proper breakfast and then forces it down his throat before he even takes his medicine.
and stiles grumbling because he doesnt need to be looked after like this, he is supposed to do the looking after okay! and derek glaring at walls because he could be asleep right now he’s missing his workout routine and hes going to get out of shape if he doesnt eat well
and maybe stiles is grumbling “you dont have to do this you can stay in bed” and derek is like “well maybe i want to do this because i love you and dont want you to die at thirty, shithead” and stiles is just-
it still hits him like he’s had an airplane crash on him every time derek says i love you, and he’s come to say it so casually too and stiles is just so proud of him and how far he’s come and how they both made it
so he maybe gets up and derek is frowning that little aprehensive and scared frowned like he expects stiles to storm out but stiles pads over and plops himself on dereks lap and looks him in the eyes so derek knows he means it and says “i love you too. and i will drink this horrible smoothie if it makes you happy” and kisses his nose
and derek is blushing but he has those crinkles in the corners of his eyes the ones that let you know that he’s happy and content and then he opens his mouth and says “it’s healthy stiles” “it has kale derek”
and then no one is grumpy in the mornings anymore. well. there’s some grouchiness because waking up is possibly the worst thing i have personally ever experienced and once i fell and dislocated my elbow and had a doctor snap it in place with zero anesthetics it was a barrel of laughs really (no srsly i went hysterical and was laughing everyone was really worried)
anywho.
now in the mornings stiles gets up and brushes his teeth, then pads downstairs where derek is already making him breakfast, flipping pancakes like hes going to audition for masterchef usa.
derek figured out that running in the mornings fit him best and it’s easier for him to do, it feels better than just throwing himself on the floor and doing pushups. also at some point they picked up a stray puppy and they have to walk him three times a day and derek uses that as his time to walk little puppersnps
so derek is in the kitchen making him breakfast in his lose sweats and his rnning tank top and stiles can’t really help but plaster himself all over that and give him tiny little hummed neck kisses and just nuzzling all over dereks neck while he makes him his pancakes.
and then when derek has flipped the last pancake he turns the stove off and turns, kisses stiles square on the lips and then goes to shower while stiles takes care of the smoothies. stiles can’t make pancakes anymore. he was banned from pancake making since the great incident of 2017
and so stiles takes care of the smoothies and plates everything, brings it to the table, feeds their little pup little pieces that he breaks off with his fingers and pretends he wasn’t doing it when derek comes back down all cleaned up and smell delicious
and derek always stops to kiss him long and deep and hello goodmorning, sunshine
and then they both sit down and eat a proper breakfast and i honestly can’t believe i wrote a thing this long about their breakfast routine i’m trash but you must know that they both feed the puppy under the table and both pretend they dont and so they have the cutest tubbiest little puppy and this is exactly why derek takes the puppy running with him
and maybe they play footsie under the table and smile with their eyes at each other as they talk about completely normal and boring things and maybe somedays all this process gets interrupted because well sometimes when stiles comes down and sees derek in all his glory he just has to drop to his knees and do some veral nc-17 rated things to him and sometimes someone gets pushed on top of the table and fucked good and well (they’ve gone through five tables now) and maybe sometimes someone sits on someone elses laps and they grind it out
and maybe sometimes they just eskimo kiss and old their puppy suddenly in front of their faces when the others goes to kiss him so he gets a facefull of dog instead and maybe they’re happy together and all is well
headcanon that since the slytherin common room is under the lake there’s a room where the walls and ceiling are glass and you can just see into the lake like an aquarium
headcanon that when this was first done the mermaids got really aggressive and hateful about it and started ramming the glass but since it was magic this just caused them injuries
until a deaf/hoh slytherin started to teach them sign language and it took a long time bit by the time they left hogwarts they and the rest of the house were communicating with the mermaids and on good terms
eventually it becomes a part of slytherin house culture you’re a slytherin you know sign language because if you don’t chat with the mermaids they get grumpy
this helps a lot of deaf/hoh students
this also gives slytherin the best grades of any house on all aquatic magical studies
the mermaids give terrible dating advice do not trust them
The most common mermaid dating advice, of course, being “Drown him”
I sort of love the idea of Stiles and Derek’s first get together starts with something sarcastic obvs
like some variation of ‘shut up’ ‘make me’ ‘maybe I will’
Except, Derek probably starts to leave, maybe he’s in Stiles’ bedroom or something
And stiles says under his breath all smarmy “there goes the pup, tail between his legs, backing down from another challenge.’ and then Derek just stops, turns around, is suddenly in Stiles’ space hiking him up into his arms and then kissing him
And all stiles can manage is widing his eyes, tensing slightly and going ‘whoa’ and then grabbing Derek’s face and going for it.
So then you’d think the sex would be like that, right. Except no, obviously not
cos these gays are feely gays and the sex would get really slow once Derek laid Stiles out on the bed and like probably slithered on top of him all sexy.
And Derek would keep looking at Stiles like ‘whoa’ and Stiles keeps asking permission for things and Stiles actually laughs after he comes, let’s Derek stay close for a long while after.
okay but please please tell me someone sat down and wrote after-mulan fic where some days li shang wakes up and rolls over and murmurs mulan’s name and reaches out for her only to hear “call me ping today” whispered back
and how everyone else not in the know thinks he has a wife and a secret army boyfriend and that he’s hiding one from the other
and someone tries to tell mulan and she just collapses laughing because they’re close but totally wrong
and li shang all the time just deals with it because he loves ping and he loves mulan and he doesn’t care what name he’s using or what gender he’s kissing as long as he can sneak one kiss a day
the dragon kind of creeps him out sometimes but it’s all cool
It is the year after the Battle of Hogwarts. School is starting again. And the thestrals are confused by all of the attention they are getting.
oh
oh no
you BITCH
WHY IS THIS NOT A THING I’VE CONSIDERED?
No. NO. Sit the fuck down, we’re going to talk about this.
The year after the Battle of Hogwarts. Students nervously climbing into the carriages (no first years, thank god, no one wants to think about that) and eyeing the creatures in front of them. Is this some sort of stunt? Like a memorial?
Hagrid showing the fifth years the thestrals. He wonders if he should, if this is asking too much, but he thinks it would be wrong to keep the truth from them. There are more in the class who can see them than those who can’t.
He wakes to a knock on his door after nightfall. For a second he thinks it’s those three again, but no, that’s not right. He shuffles to the door, holding Fang down behind him, and finds a wide-eyed second year on his doorstep. They came to ask about the horses.
Hagrid isn’t one to turn someone away, so he ushers the child inside and puts the kettle on. He explains they’re not quite horses. They’re gentle creatures, really. Yes, you have to…you have to have seen things to see them, too. But they wouldn’t do anyone harm.
Can he see them? Why, yes, he can, has for the longest time. Ever since his Dad…ever since…
Hagrid stops for a moment, unable to speak. But the child at his table waits patiently, understanding. This is not the first time they have heard someone’s voice catch on the words. It’s reassuring, somehow, hearing an adult share the same problem.
They drink a pot of tea before Hagrid sees the kid back to the school, Fang loping along beside them. It’s reassuring to have these two massive, almost comical forms tromping to the front door. Safe.
Hagrid warns not to go out after dark again. If you want to visit, come along any time in the day.
The next time he opens his door, there are three. Third years, this time. They know a little more, more than they ought to, he thinks. Makes him feel nostalgic.
He sits them down as before and has a long talk. They’re less open, keep glancing at each other as they speak, but he can see they have questions. It’s just a matter of waiting them out.
This goes on for weeks. Hagrid sees a steady stream of students at his door until he’s sure at least half the school has walked across his mat at some point. One day McGonagall approaches him and suggests a change in the curriculum. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to move a few things up on the syllabus? If he’s willing, of course.
Hagrid leads more students into the forest. He sees their faces, eyes wide with fear, as they see the creatures in the light of day. He patiently explains that they’re quiet animals, don’t much like a lot of noise. Easier to manage, certainly. That’s why they pull the school carriages.
He finds taking them once isn’t enough. Students keep asking to see the thestrals. Bewildered, he takes them back again and again, watching as the kids sidle up to stroke the long, black wings. They hold out bits of meat to the sharp beaks and whisper calming words under their breath.
Gradually, the looks of fear subside into something else. More than once he hears someone say these things are all right. Kids show up at his doorstep to ask about what he does and what kinds of animals he’s seen. Someone even says they might like to be a teacher like he is someday.
He doesn’t know what to say to that. His eyes glisten and he makes a sound like a trumpet as he blows his nose. He hears a giggle when he knocks over the umbrella stand with his elbow.
Things have changed, he thinks. He leads children into the forest because they ask, not because they’ve been punished. Students are clambering to get into his classes when it used to be seen as a last resort. People don’t stare up at him with suspicion or fear when he walks the halls these days.
They aren’t afraid of monsters anymore. They fear the people who become them.
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