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[writerjayne]

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

[writerjayne]

"Let's relax a bit before we start and do some word-association. I'll say a word and you say the first thing that comes up in your mind."

Derek slumped further into the couch he was sitting on his therapist office. The session was always rough and Derek was glad that Dr. Deveraux made sure that he was comfortable before getting in too deep into his trauma.

Dr. Deveraux gave him a soft smile and started, "Night."

"Moon."

"Rain."

"Wet."

"Annoying."

"Cora."

Derek let out a soft chuckle as he said that and Dr. Deveraux did too. Cora had been pretty annoying lately, but he preferred it that way rather than having her being too far away.

"Alpha," Dr. Deveraux started again, didn't look surprised when Derek immediately answered with, "Mom." Dr. Deveraux was actually his mom's friend back then, and willing to help Derek to make him better.

"Family."

"Pack."

"Respect."

"Sheriff Stilinski."

"Comfortable."

"Stiles."

"Trust."

"Stiles."

"Safe."

"Stiles."

"Home."

"Stiles."

"Love."

"Stiles."

Dr. Deveraux raised her eyebrow at him and Derek immediately realized what he had been saying.

Dr. Deveraux gave him a knowing smile and nodded. "Alright, do you want us to take a look into that now or you already know what you want to do about it?"

"I--" Derek started, but cut himself off before he shooks his head. "I already know what I want. I want to be better first before I do anything else, though."

Dr. Deveraux smiled pleasantly at him. "Good. Now, you ready to start?"

"Yes."

[writerjayne]

Made a comic based on this prompt:

https://tumblr.com/salemsvlog/730271411995918336/this-is-how-i-pictured-coach-meeting-eli-whe-he?source=share…

thanks so much @salemsvlog

[writerjayne]

“Please.”

Stiles stands there, chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.

Derek isn't fully clued in yet, but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.

“Please, Derek, I'm really sorry about this, but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”

Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.

Derek was still awake.

His messages had read:

> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?

And:

> ill let myself in if thats cool?

And, after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other, and before Derek had a chance to respond:

> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed

> all shall be revealed

> lol i don't know why i put that

> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok. ok?

> as if you wouldn't lol

> #sourwolf

> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me

And then, a few seconds later:

> right?

Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:

Okay, weirdo <

About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.

“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think we're good enough friends now for it not to be weird. I mean, at least I hope we are. I'm just so fucking tired, man. I have got to get some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already in bed? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me. You do know you can trust me… Right, big guy?”

Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.

When the steel door slid open, Derek had smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent, mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension… and also, the strongest of them all, hope.

Let me.

Here, now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.

Let him what?

Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder, though, because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly, very slowly—as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.

Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed, fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.

He silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.

“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”

And all Derek can think is shit, he's freezing, at the same time he is going into a some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.

“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.

And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.

Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, Derek takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff, and hangs on, as firmly but gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.

“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.

Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing; something similar to relief.

Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed, and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.

The only reason he knows it isn't, is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But, uh, I don't have wolfy senses, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”

Then he promptly stops breathing.

Derek resists the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this. He mentally shakes himself and figures: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe he and Stiles can fight this one together, too?

He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and, praying to nobody in particular, whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear.

Stiles shivers and breathes again, but doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to. He just needs to sleep.

As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace and, hopefully, Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and promise and contentment—and, wonderfully, of Derek, now.

Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking-the-fuck-out, because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour, worrying about everything and nothing, all at once, and before he can bite into his lip to stop himself, he blurts out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”

Stiles's only sighs, then hums quietly, his breathing already evening out almost to the point of sleep.

Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's drifting off into unconsciousness.

Derek settles, then, and smiles into the nighttime, thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.

.

for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)

[writerjayne]

[After the pack runs into one of Derek's ex's from his time in New York]

Stiles: Oh my god, that girl was gorgeous! I mean, did you guys see her?!

The pack:

Stiles: Why on Earth would Derek ever break up with someone so beautiful? What was he even thinking?!

The pack:

Stiles: I know if I ever landed someone like that, I'd probably never let them go.

The pack:

Stiles: Aw shoot, I gotta get going or I'm gonna be late. See you later guys!

The pack: The pack:

Malia: So, are we all still pretending Derek's ex-girlfriend didn't just look like Stiles in a wig?

[writerjayne]

🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

[writerjayne]

trickster & mischief

[writerjayne]

Thinking about how Derek is so hard to contact all the time, but when they were like “Stiles is missing” he immediately showed up.

Thinking about how Scott and Isaac, who see Stiles almost every day, had to go back to his room for a stronger scent. But Derek didn’t.

Thinking about how Derek got to the roof of the hospital first and was like “Stiles was here. He was anxious. He was fighting with himself”.

Thinking about how Derek was the one giving the Jeep a jump start because he knows how important the Jeep is to Stiles.

Thinking about how when he was told “I think Stiles is the one possessed” he immediately dismissed it, but figured out what happened and went straight to Scott instead of telling anyone else. And instead of trying to kill him.

Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

[writerjayne]

This is giving Derek Hale and Stiles in different outfit vibes

[writerjayne]

Imagine there’s an artist in Beacon Hills who’s famous for their work but no one knows who it is (like Banksy). Allison loves art, and drags the others to see an exhibition.

One particular piece catches their attention: a gorgeous sculpture of a nude body, from the thighs to the neck, and carved so to give the illusion that slender arms were holding a piece of fabric to their waist, covering their genitals, but the bare chest suggests it’s a male figure.

“Am I crazy in thinking that that looks like you?” Allison hesitantly asks Stiles.

Stiles snorts. ��I’m flattered that you think I look that good.”

“I don’t know,” Scott says slowly. “I’ve seen you naked more times than I’d like.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Stiles says defensively.

“Allison’s right,” Scott says. “It kinda does look like you. The arms, the moles—even the dimple in the butt cheek.”

Stiles opens his mouth to object but hesitates. He looks closer at the details. His eyes go wide. It is his butt.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

The others laugh it off and move on to other pieces but Stiles can’t take his mind off the statue. That’s when realisation hits him.

There is only person who has seen him naked often enough to be able to create such detail. His boyfriend. Derek.

The mysterious anonymous artist is Derek.

[writerjayne]

Kira: Are you okay?

Stiles: In what aspect? Phisically, no injury whatsoever and no signs of exhaustion. Appearance wise, I'm not just okay, I'm a whole ass meal. We're talking three courses, five stars.

Kira:

Stiles: But mentally? I could use some therapy again, I guess.

[writerjayne]

[writerjayne]

Every time I think about the alternate Radio Silence, I lose 5 points of sanity and want to howl at the sky.

I just - we came sooo close and we didn't even KNOW

i think about it a lot.

don't get me wrong peter works really well for radio silence and i'm glad we got that.

it's just -- can you imagine stiles finding derek in the train station? how it would've made so much sense after the way things left off in mexico?

the way stiles was in season 5 with all his anger, paranoia and cynicism? with all that pining? how braeden showed up without derek in season 5 and no one said anything?

just imaging stiles getting an onslaught of his memories of derek and stiles being the one to wake derek up from the thrall of the wild hunt mirroring how stiles affected him emotionally throughout the series.

hearing "it had to be you." from derek would've been a gut punch.

and the way it was gonna confirm stiles being derek's anchor? how it even ties into jeff writing the goddamn widower vibes in the movie with derek having the jeep?

than just thinking about how because they couldn't get hoechlin for this episode they created the whole ass plot line that stiles recused derek from an fbi raid and still made it bookend their relationship while still making goddamn unhinged.

the way they deliberately wrote these two being obsessed with each other.

we can go howl at the moon together.

[writerjayne]

Robbed. We were robbed. 😭😭

"StiLeS aNd DeReK DoN't LiKe eAcH oThEr aNd StIlEs iSn'T hIs AnChOr"

Um? 🤨

@axelwolf8109 @blurbwitch @corrodxdcoffin @sterekyrround @the-w0lf-writer

[writerjayne]

Imagine actor Au where stiles and derek always and only play rivals or enemies in movies. But they’re married in real life.

[writerjayne]

Based on an interview where Hugh Jackman’s son tells his friends he brings over that his dad isn’t anything like Wolverine.

Imagine other werewolf kids meeting Eli and they’re so impressed that Derek is his dad. Like “Your dad is THE DEREK HALE” and and Eli rolls his eyes like “my dads not cool, he’s not tuff, he’s actually a huge dork” and when he meets people from the FBI they ask him if Eli is impressed with Stiles and his work Eli is like “no. Why should I be? He makes me kill the spiders in the house. He can go on life threatening missions, but he still gets scared watching horror movie, yeah big hero you got there.” and Eli goes around calling stiles boss big brother and he gets so annoying, but he’s not gonna have beef with a 15 year old kid. And everyone just tell stiles, “your son is kind of scary” and stiles laughs and says he’s a teenager.

"You dads have taken down several crime rings, mass murderers, and saved countless lives, and you're not impressed?"

"They fight over which Star Wars movie to watch on Friday nights, so... no."

[writerjayne]

Noah: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Stiles: Mine just says "Stiles no."

Noah: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.