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Peter: Are you having sex with Derek? Stiles: If I were having sex with Derek, do you think I'll keep quiet about it? Derek: You're not very quiet about it. The neighbors complained again.

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Imagine what Peter would have been like with Erica. Peter likes Lydia because she had the strength and isn’t afraid to give his sass and snark in return. Erica would be the same. She doesn’t care if he’s a former Alpha or that he’s Derek’s uncle, if he starts acting up, she’s quick to put him in his place.

And Peter never seems to get mad at her. Maybe because he admires her courage and strength, maybe because he sees a part of himself in her (the social outcast who was hurt—him with the fire and her with her epilepsy that nearly killed her). Maybe it’s the fact that she reminds him of Laura.

Imagine Peter not knowing how to be ‘nice’, but there are little things he does to show how he feels: bringing Erica a glass of water, saving the last dumpling when the pack is having takeout and giving it to her, rushing to her side of the pack is attacked, helping her to her feet during training, sitting with her when the full moons get rough.

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Imagine Derek and Stiles running a sanctuary for “scary, difficult, and aggressive” dogs and they just turn in huge puppies around Stiles. Derek trains them and makes sure that they can be adopted, whiles stiles just plays/cuddles them. He also likes to take them on his runs and he just has all these big scary looking dogs protecting him. They have more than once stopped someone from hurting stiles, but Derek is always the scariest looking one, whether he’s in his human form or full shift form.

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Scott: Do you even know the color of Derek's eyes? Stiles: They're the color of the ocean after a storm. Scott: Which is? Stiles: ...Beautiful.

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Derek: What are you doing?

Eli: Talking to God.

Derek: Is he telling you to kill everyone?

Eli: Yeah.

Derek: That’s not God, that’s Peter in the attic.

Peter (in the attic): Why must you always spoil my fun, Derek?

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Gerard: The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have rules.

Chris: Good men don’t need rules. And you don’t want to find out why I have so many.

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Stiles: When have I ever done something rash or irresponsible?

Derek: I keep a list.

Erica: Mine’s in order of date.

Boyd: Severity.

Isaac: Mine's colour coded.

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Stiles (pinching Derek's nose): Got your nose!

Derek: I've got your heart.

Stiles (blushing): You can't say things like that!

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Oooooooo tell me more about Derek feeling small and safe and loved 😍

You hit me at exactly the right time because I was just finishing this:

Just picture Derek waking up late on a quiet Sunday morning, pulling on Stiles’ worn FBI shirt in a sleepy haze, and shuffling out to the kitchen where there’s a mug of fresh coffee waiting for him. Stiles is making breakfast and just lets him putter around in the background while he wakes up–he still finds a half-asleep Derek impossibly endearing, and if he can avoid waking him up fully, he does. Every chance he gets. It’s still something of a novelty that Derek doesn’t jerk awake at the slightest movement or creaking floorboard.

In this particular future, they’ve got a house up in the mountains overlooking Beacon Hills, and Derek likes to shuffle out onto the deck to drink his coffee and read the paper when he’s conscious enough. It usually takes a few tries to get both the sliding door and the screen unlocked and open, but he gets there eventually. Stiles just lets it happen, however long it takes.

When breakfast is ready and on the table, he follows Derek outside and hugs him from behind so he hook his chin over his shoulder and look out at the city. There’s a chilly breeze because it’s moving into fall, but with Derek in his arms blocking the wind, he’s still warm. 

He presses kisses to Derek’s neck and stubbly jaw, and runs his hands up under the front of his own shirt, and marvels at the extra space through the chest and shoulders. Derek’s eased up on his workouts over the years, the further from danger and memories they got, and he’s not soft by any means, just less obsessive with being prepared for an attack of any kind. He doesn’t feel like he has to be a physical wall against any and all threats, not anymore.

There are good days and bad, of course there are bad days with everything they’ve been through in life, but the weekends are always theirs. The weekends are for waking up late and having real breakfast that’s not a rushed piece of toast in the car on the way into the Sacramento field office, and half-asleep coffee on the deck while the city comes alive. 

They’ll probably go back to bed after they eat–maybe have some lazy and playful sex if they’re in the mood. Maybe they’ll just spoon and doze into the afternoon, because even though Stiles loves being the little spoon when he sleeps, he also loves holding Derek in his arms while the sun’s light lazily inches across their bedroom.

“Breakfast’s ready,” he murmurs quietly, and presses a kiss to Derek’s shoulder before pulling him back into the house. Derek’s eyes still aren’t open all the way, be he willingly goes where Stiles tugs him, knowing he’ll never steer him wrong.

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Cora: I need to talk to you and not as your friend. Stiles: *excited* We're friends? Cora: Yes, but if you tell anyone, I will deny it. Stiles: Okay. Will we still be friends after this conversation? Cora: Yes, but I'm starting to reconsider my options. Regardless, what I have to say now, I say as Derek's sister, not as your friend. Stiles: Okay... Cora: You two are getting married, and I'm happy for both of you, but if you ever hurt my brother, if you ever break his heart or make him cry, I will hunt you down and kill you, got it? Stiles: Got it. Cora: Okay. Stiles: Are you back to talking to me as a friend again? Cora: Yeah. Stiles: Dude, you won't believe what Derek's sister just said to me!

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Hannibal 1x10 - “Buffet Froid”

The Ladder Scene™

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Hannibal s2e10 "Naka-choko"

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Derek: There is only one thing worse than dying.

Derek: *tears off paper above “dying” so now the board says "Stiles dying"*

Isaac: Stiles.

Derek: No!

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Derek: One of you has made me violently angry.

Stiles: *worried* Is it me?

Derek: No… at least not this time.

Cora: Is it me?

Derek: No.

Scott: Is it me?

Derek: -_-

Scott: Is it me??

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If you see one of my posts, AUs or imagines and you want to write it or draw it or whatever, I give you full permission! You have full creative license and can write/draw it as is or change it up, it’s entirely up to you. Even if I say I’m going to write it, you can still write your own story or creat art. Everyone produces something different and I love seeing the art and reading the stories that everyone puts their hearts into!

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okdeannawrites Are you writing this? If not, do you mind if I take a crack at it?

@okdeannawrites Go for it!

Imagine Stiles is the best man for a friend’s wedding. He’s in charge of the wedding rings and - losing to an impulsive thought - he tries on the wedding ring but it gets stuck. He starts to panic—panic turning into a full blown anxiety attack that leaves him in a heap on the floor. That’s where Derek finds him, talking him down from the anxiety attack. Stiles tells Derek about the ring stuck on his finger and Derek helps him get it off.