No, but really, can we talk about Stiles’ face in this? Because that is a completely, 100 percent, I’m-comfortable-talking-and-bantering-with-you face. Which is in total opposition to season one or season two. I wanna know when “I’m not afraid of you. Okay, maybe I am” and “I’m taking my arm off” turned into fucking play time without fear of being head smashed into a steering wheel. I want to know when Stiles began winking and grabbing Derek by the arm and smirking in confident companionship. I want those 4 months we didn’t get to see. I want them and a large bag of popcorn.
Derek is an aggressive cuddler. Like, it’s something that really surprised Stiles, given how standoffish Derek can be otherwise, but once they started dating, it didn’t take long for him to realize Derek is a gigantic marshmallow who really, really enjoys snuggling and being snuggled. He’s not sure if it’s a Derek thing or a werewolf thing or some combination of both, but he sure as hell doesn’t mind.
Who stays up later? Do they read in bed and cuddle or come to bed quietly later?
Stiles. Stiles is virtually always up working on something. Sometimes he’ll come to bed on his own, but other times Derek has to physically remove him from his desk and drag him to bed. (“But I’ve almost got this, Derek!” “Then you can finish it after the sun is up.”)
Who falls asleep on the couch/elsewhere by mistake and who pouts because they were left alone in bed?
Stiles falls asleep almost anywhere in the strangest positions, and Derek has taken to walking the house to find him and bring him back to bed so he doesn’t wake up with a crick in his neck that he will bitch about for at least 5 hours.
Separate blankets? (Separate beds?)
Same bed and same blankets. Even if Derek is the more aggressive snuggler, Stiles really loves wrapping both of them up in a blanket burrito together.
Who wants all the pillows and who shakes their head in disbelief from their very reasonable single pillow?
Stiles has one pillow that he can literally never sleep without, while Derek prefers to make himself a small nest. Each of them thinks the other is ridiculous.
Snoring?
Surprisingly, neither.
Restless sleeper/kicks in their sleep?
Stiles can be occasionally. Once Derek is out, he’s out.
Talks in their sleep?
Stiles. Really, Derek feels like he shouldn’t be surprised.
Who has worse nightmares?
Between everything that’s happened to both of them, they both have some pretty awful nightmares.
How do they handle their own/each other’s nightmares?
Derek needs to curl up to Stiles and breathe in his scent and listen to his heartbeat. It’s something that grounds him when it feels like the nightmares are too real. It helps if Stiles talks, too, but even if he doesn’t, even if he’s just sitting there petting Derek’s hair or stroking his back, it’s enough just to have him there and listen to the steady beat of his heart until Derek can fall back asleep.
Stiles has to get up and move, to remind himself he’s still in control of his own body. He talks, rambles, rants, and Derek sits there and listens until Stiles comes back to bed on his own. Then, Derek can hold him close and remind him that it was just a dream, he’s doing better, this is real, until Stiles’s mind finally quiets and they can both go back to sleep.
Do they have trouble sleeping when they’re apart?
So much trouble sleeping. Usually they’ll end up on the phone until one of them passes out, but it’s still harder on Derek because he really misses Stiles’s scent. More than once, Stiles has come home to see that Derek has piled dirty laundry in the bed just to make it easier.
Who wakes up earlier? Do they wake the other, slip out quietly, or just laze contentedly for a while?
Derek wakes up earlier, and usually goes for a run or putters in the garden before it gets too hot outside. Sometimes he’ll even get Stiles to go with him.
How do mornings go once they’re awake? (On relaxing days or an average day?)
Usually Derek’s up first even though he doesn’t have to be as much now; he’s learned that he actually does like being up early even if there’s no threat, and it’s much nicer to get a slow, quiet start to the day where he can just work out or go do his garden before Stiles gets up.
Sometimes he makes breakfast, other times he gets back in from his run or his yard work to see that Stiles already has the coffee on and is making breakfast for them before he goes to work.
But on relaxing days when Stiles doesn’t have work, Derek will come back to bed with coffee/tea after his run and cuddle up with Stiles until they absolutely have to leave the bed.
Stiles is used to Derek’s whole sniffing thing. He think’s it’s still sort of weird when he does it in public (actually, especially when he does it in public), but Stiles notices that Derek makes this low, rumble-y sound when he does, like a wolf-version of a purr.
He doesn’t think he’d ever survive telling Derek his observation, though, so he keeps his mouth shut and smiles.
What if werewolves do scar, but it’s pretty rare. What if Derek feels so guilty about the fire that he doesn’t let himself heal from burns at first, when he’s still broken and suffering because of what happened to his family. Imagine Derek cooking and burning his hand and willing it not to heal. It doesn’t. It ends up scarring, which is new for Derek and he runs his fingers along the scars to remind himself what he’s capable of: healing and hurting and remaining unblemished and scarring – if he wants it enough. As time passes, he lets burns heals more, but there are still early ones. Scars on his hands from cooking, accidently hitting his hand on the hot metal of the oven. One on his leg from a piece of burning wood that came out of a bonfire. Stiles finds all these scars, intrigued: “I thought werewolves didn’t scar”, curiously pursuing it until Derek tells him in stilted and slightly ashamed words, that they’re badges of guilt. That they remind him of the people he’s lost. Stiles doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t comment, but he makes a point to kiss every scar. He lays his lips to the imperfections and thinks: “it’s ok”, “it’s not your fault”, “forgive yourself”, “I love you”.
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Stiles wears a lot of oversized clothes and stuff. His pants accidentally fall
of his hips because they’re too loose, often flashing people with teases of
what underwear he’s wearing. He’ll wear an old loose shirt with a worn neckline
that’ll hang lowly and expose most of his collarbone. His jackets always fall
off one shoulder because they’re too big for him.
Derek’s in the background just
soaking all the little teases of exposed skin. Piecing it together
in him mind to form a very attractive
image before he feels guilty for thinking of Stiles that way—Stiles is too
young to understand what he’s doing. He’s too inexperienced to realize how
seductive he can be.
Then, Stiles becomes older and the teasing seems to
get worse. The older Stiles is, the more deliberate his flashes of skin are. At
18, Stiles will purposely wear loose neck lines and lean forward when Derek is
around so he can see the peaks of pink nipple. Stiles will purposely stretch on
Derek’s couch, so that his shirt can ride up while his pants are forced to sit
lower on his hips because it’s so loose it’ll snag on a cushion.
Derek isn’t great with people. Not since he was a teenager and he lost his entire family. Now he’s a bit of a recluse, not that it stops the curious gossips from talking in a small town.
The late-night supermarket across town put in self check-outs. Derek is more than willing to drive the twenty minutes across town rather than go to the store down the street in order to avoid the awkward checkout conversation wherein most cashiers inappropriately flirt with him, ask odd invasive questions like ‘how are you?’ or ‘having a good day?’
Stiles, the young night manager working crap hours for worse pay to put himself through college, is oddly enamoured by the hulking, leather-clad mess of angry eyebrows that comes in every Friday night half an hour before close to shop. The best part of his week. Totally worth missing out on the parties and wild nights out just to watch Derek argue with the self-checkout and struggle to weigh tomatoes.
John sighs and rubs his hand over his forehead. “Okay, while I’d prefer that my son and his boyfriend weren’t caught by my deputies in a compromising position in the jeep, it’s not the end of the world.”
Stiles opens his mouth.
“No,” John cautions. “There is nothing you can say to dig yourself out of this one.” He shakes his head wearily. “God knows you’re not the first couple to be caught screwing in that jeep.”
Around them in the bullpen, there is suddenly dead silence.
“Not the first couple caught screwing in any generic type of vehicle, you mean,” Stiles says in hopeful denial. “Dad? Dad? Isn’t that what you mean?”
John winces. “Well, Claudia did say the jeep was sexy…”
“Oh god.” Stiles swallows. “My jeep?”
“It was your mom’s jeep first,” John says, and raises his eyebrows. “Although, if memory serves, you were conceived in it.”
John’s never seen Derek Hale laugh before, but he only gets a few moments to appreciate it before Stiles, flailing with indignation, drags Derek away demanding they go and buy bleach and scrubbing brushes immediately.
“You’re an evil man, Sheriff,” Deputy Parrish says approvingly.
“I know.” John says, and decides to treat himself to a bacon burger for dinner tonight. He’s earned it.
This is so good!!!
I’m imagining his reaction to look something like this…
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