Derek Hale

“His name is Stiles,” Scott says, over his shoulder. He shrugs when Derek raises an eyebrow. “I know that look. Don’t mess with him, dude. Heard he’s had a rough year." 

who holds the umbrella when it rains

who is the grumpiest in the morning

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt

who plays pranks on the other

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa

who insists on creating nicknames for the other

who drools on the other when they’re asleep

The other’s response pulled an unbidden scoff from the werewolf’ lips. He’d never seen Stiles look further from okay since the nogistune had possessed him. This was the closest to the combination of scents he’d picked up on the roof of the hospital that he had witnessed in person. His hands rose automatically to steady the human as Stiles struggled back to his feet. “You’re not okay,” Derek muttered, reaching down to halt the other male’s hand as it tried to unlock the Jeep, “Stiles, just slow down. Just stop and breathe okay? You’re not going anywhere like this. If you want to leave so bad I’ll take you home but you’re not driving anywhere.”

It only lasted a few moments.

Despite all their past difficulties Stiles trusted Derek in one way or another, and after the initial shock he quickly realized that being close to Derek meant being close to some kind of solution for his sudden panic attack. Not that Stiles would ever admit to it, but Derek had always been rather inspirational - he had overcome so much shit, and it helped Stiles to keep pushing through his own struggles.

Being rational didn’t really work when caught in his own head, though, so for a moment he had no idea how to react or what to do. Run and hide? Yell? Just stare and hope that Derek would go away?

Before Stiles was even fully able to decide on one or multiple options, he found himself nodding, still wheezing, body tense and getting increasingly worked up with every passing moment.

“Okay.” A breathless whisper that he wasn’t even sure Derek would be able to pick up on. 

The tension in his shoulders eased when Stiles agreed to letting Derek see him home. “Okay,” he murmured back just as softly, easing the keys from Stiles’ grasp with surprising, even for him, gentleness. “Well take my car. I’ll bring you back for yours later,” he explained while placing a guiding hand on the other’s shoulder, steering him slowly toward his parked vehicle. His eyes darted around on instinct, looking for threats and people who could think he was kidnapping the sherrif’s kid. 

Plot 102: A Fine Feathered Friend

Inspired by this post

Muse A has always loved nature. Even though they live in an urban area, they find the time to walk to the local park every day and spend a few quiet moments enjoying the greenery and animals around them. They always relax on the same wooden bench and lately have been noticing the animals seem to have grown accustomed to their presence. In particular one beautiful, curious crow. It keeps its distance, but always appears so intelligent and sharp, watching intently with its ebony eyes.

One day Muse A brings a small bag of trail mix as an offering to their new feathered friend. The crow caws happily and devours the assortment of raisins and nuts. The following day Muse A returns with a snack and the crow is there, this time with a shiny twist of metal in its beak. When the treats are scattered along the ground, the bird drops the paperclip - a gift - at Muse A’s feet.

Skittles AU: the one with nerd!Stiles & fratboy!Scott. // insp.