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WEEKEND WIP

from my current derek pov sterek wip with the working title of 'RED RAG TO A WOLF'

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He knew it was there the moment the sliding door to his apartment clicked shut; the moment everybody left. The pack hadn't even made it down the old service elevator when Derek sensed it, scenting the spicy-sweetness that clung to the cool air, stubborn as a fever—and far too strong considering the loft's now-empty status.

Granted, he didn't know exactly what ‘it’ was yet, only that something of the kid's had been left behind.

He spotted it as soon as he turned around.

Derek breathed in, deeply, and anger flared brightly in his gut. He was fuming at just how damn happy that warming scent made him, and how it seemed like he now had his very own aromatic keepsake just to fucking prove it.

This was bad.

Dangerous.

Rooted to the spot, Derek cautiously eyed the innocuous folds of red spilling over the top of those stupid pillows Stiles had talked him into buying, his teeth and fists clenching (along with his heart).

They'd bumped into each other a while back—quite literally—in Bed Bath & Beyond when Stiles had turned a corner wearing those stupid lime-green headphones, and slammed right into Derek.

There'd been an excessively loud exclamation of, “What the shit?” and then, “Derek?!” as Stiles removed the headphones and nestled them snugly around the base of his long, pale neck, Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths still appropriately blasting through them.

Stilinski had then cracked up and whooped like a hyena for almost a full minute straight, apparently at the mere notion of Derek's presence in the store.

“You? In a place like this? But Der, you're like, a werewolf, dude! A creature of the night!” And he'd punctuated the assessment by curling his bendy body into a ridiculous monster-esque mime, crossing his wide eyes and letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he’d gargled his own spit in some sort of supposed gnarly roar.

Just as Derek had been considering how Stiles sounded a bit like a traumatised washing machine, the kid had burst into yet more fits of mocking laughter, doubling over this time while wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and clutching at his side with the other.

What was so hilarious about someone needing to buy a toilet roll holder was honestly still a complete fucking mystery to Derek, but whatever.

At the time, he'd wanted to howl and snap his jaws at the kid for his sass. But Derek's general rule of thumb these days was to try his level best to not get so uptight about the more inane concepts that weaved in and out of Stiles Stilinski's baffling brain on a millisecond-to-millisecond basis, nor to give him any fuel for his ever-burning Sourwolf fire. So he'd nonchalantly raised an eyebrow and given back as good as he got by saying, “Which means what, exactly? That I'm only supposed to shop at PetSmart at three AM for my monthly supply of rabbit flavour kibble?” and told himself not to dwell on it.

Then instead of doing the decent thing and leaving Derek the hell alone to get on with his Saturday afternoon, Stiles had proceeded to follow him around the store because the Beacon Hills Friendly-Yet-Hyperactive Neighbourhood Sheriff's Kid was just kind of excessively infuriating like that.

Stiles had disappeared for a moment, then reappeared and proceeded to thrust a shopping cart towards Derek, insisting Derek needed it for the random shit he’d started selecting from the various displays and unceremoniously dumping into the wire basket on wheels; random shit he was also insisting Derek needed. Derek proceeded to remove all unnecessary items right after Stiles dropped each of them in, the kid either not caring enough to challenge him on it or simply none the wiser amid his animated spiel about someone named, “Marie frickin Kondo, man!”

Apart from the pillows.

Apparently, Derek didn't hate the super-soft (if stupidly named) ‘Wolf-Skin’ material covering the particular pillows Stiles had picked out for him when the puzzling human had gasped and crowed, “Oh my God, Derek, can you believe they're named Wolf-Skin? They are totally perfect for you! And even more importantly: They spark joy, dude!”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

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every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).

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Keeley gently teasing Roy about Jamie always makes me 🥰🥰🥰 even in a RJK setting (she knew all along)

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At this point RJK is simply so engrained in my brain space that when people still complain about how they “didn’t go canon” I’m genuinely confused. Like, what do you mean? They literally did?* Here they are! Skill issue.

*for legal purposes this is a joke

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“he’s just a dude” and then I proceed to save almost 600 photos of him in one sitting

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#Buck is really fighting for every kid he will ever see because it's everything he wanted as a kid but didn't get from his parents

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he's so cute

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I hope they adopt a dog!!!

I hope Tommy and Maddie become best friends!!!!

I WANT A LOVE CONFESSION!!!!!!!

I WANT THEM TO MOVE IN TOGETHEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!

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Tumblr Top Ships Bracket - Round 1 Side 1

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uncle roy doodle page

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what happened to moodboards. you guys used to love moodboards

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body positivity has largely failed because people started arguing for attractiveness and romantic prospects instead of respect and dignity

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#What a year this week has been

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keeley jones doesn't get enough weird girl cred in the funeral episode she literally asked roy if he would eat from a fruit tree fertilized by her decomposing body and got upset when he said no. she would do numbers on tumblr dot com

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silly werewolf transformation

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some more Nimona!

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Firepilot headcanons

Buck is the little spoon 90% of the time. Tommy loves being able to hold him in his arms and never wants to let go. He buries his face into Buck's hair and they just breathe together, holding each other. The other 10% of the time happens when Buck finally convinces Tommy it's okay if he wants to be held too.

Tommy loves doing romantic gestures (big or small) because Buck isn't used to being the one being wooed. Buck always ends up flustered and blushing, and Tommmy thinks he's adorable.

Buck cooks dinner for the first time and Tommy shows up to their next date with a pink kiss the cook apron that has hearts plastered all over it.

Their flying lessons end early because Buck cannot focus for the life of him and keeps trying to kiss Tommy even though he's the one in the pilot seat.

The first time Tommy has a nightmare around Buck, for all his confidence and swagger, he feels embarrassed and caught off guard. He's the older one, the bigger one, the one who's supposed to make Buck feel happy and secure. They have a conversation that ends with them promising each other to always tell each other if they're struggling with letting go of bad calls or bad dreams.

The first time Tommy calls Buck baby Buck practically melts into a puddle of sappy, kiss-drunk goo and gets all soft and asks to hear it again.

They're the worst patients when they're injured, absolutely insufferable. They're also both incredibly needy and Tommy gets super clingy/whiny about how he wants his Evan.

Tommy can't wait to spoil Buck. He's absolutely smitten by the kid. Tommy thinks Buck is the best thing to happen to him since moving to Harbor and isn't going to let him slip away when he's just found him.