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They routinely have entire conversations where Ilya is very softly smacking Shane's foot the entire time. Shane enjoys the percussive feedback.

Ilya mispronounces the word "Application" and they just sit there mutually whispering 'Aaap-li-caaa-shun' at each other for the next thirty seconds.

Ilya comes up behind Shane while he's trying to make a smoothie and says 'HELPING HANDS' and puts his arms under Shane's armpits.

Ilya sees Shane undressing in the bathroom and yells, "Take it all off!"

Shane carries Anya into the bedroom and holds her over Ilya's chest and moves her paws and says, "Papa it is me. Papa it has been an whole hour since I ate. Papa I am so hungry and sad." then drops her on his stomach.

Shane comes into the home office and grabs a pen off the desk and puts it against Ilya's cheek and says, "Any last words?" and Ilya says, "I wish I had eaten more dumplings."

Ilya spends an entire episode of House Hunters International with his hand down Shane's pants. It's not doing anything in there either it's just keeping warm.

Sometimes they are just mutually awake at three AM for No Reason and they go stand on the porch and stare at the empty street together.

Sometimes they are laying there playing footsie on the couch while on their phones (Parallel play) and Shane says, "Does your mouth ever do that squeezing thing. You know. When you eat." And Ilya says "Explain" and they spend the next ten minutes dissecting whether this is a Human Experience or a Shane Experience.

Sometimes Ilya will put his head on Shane's stomach and say, "Show me your boooones" and wait for Shane to lift his shirt so he can burrow under it.

Ever look at a character and think 'some edging would do that one good'?

“Stiles, quit messing around and finish your homework!!”

But

That's not what sold them to me

It's from S3 and going

Or, more specifically:

It was Stiles comforting Derek (the hand of his solder oh so kind)

It was Derek's reaction in seeing Stiles in the elevator after waking up (like he was surprised, like he expected to be left there, a certainty, and waking to find him, stiles, there, for him, again, and oh, oh, a realization hitting him)

(It was Derek, searching for him for three days. Sitting in that hospital waiting room with Scott. Taking Stiles's bat in his hands so gently. Him looking at Void in Stiles's body and still, ready to stand between him and the barrel of a gun. Standing between him and the Oni. Stiles putting his name on the King, and wondering why. Protect the king. He's one step to checkmate. Chess isn't a Japanese fox's game. Derek looking at the chess board and why, why)

It was Derek dreaming of Stiles, of all people, when being abducted by her (he'll never escape her), confiding in him, trusting him (the only person who never left him, who never betrayed him)

It was Derek, dying, chest full of bullets and blood on his lips, telling Stiles to just go, we'll be right behind you, the hey, hey, voice so kind, confident in his lie, like to reassure him that yes, he'll be right behind him, he won't leave (they both knew, that it was a lie)

It was Stiles hesitating, looking back at him (he knew, he knew, leaving him felt wrong, but Scott needed his help). He was standing there, heart being pulled in two directions. Scott needed him, Derek would be fine, needed to be fine. He went. And yet. One last look.

It was Stiles looking at those initials, eyes softening. Those weren't Derek's initials, logically, he knew that. But fuck, they were there, and his heart skipped a bit, a soft smile appearing. His eyes, his mouth, his face, were so soft. Mind drifting to him.

(it was Derek, more than a decade later, still fixing that damn jeep. Your father had complicated feelings about that jeep.)

All of this? It might not make me certain of when Stiles fell for him, or if he ever did love him like that, if it was just a maybe, a what could have been , but it sure as hell telling me that Derek did. And let him go anyway.

That's what you do, right? When you love someone. You let them go.

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yes, I'm a true believer of Derek falling first and HARD, how could he not? Stiles made him feel like a kid again. He stopped feeling like that since the fire. And yet, with stiles, he could be a real immature asshole. He could feel alive.

Well, I’m not the one turning teenagers into killers.

A werewolf sees fangs and claws in the mirror. A hunter sees weapons coated in blood. Which, then, is the monster?

Derek gave the Bite to teenagers whose lives he thought it could improve. He gave power to an abused son. Health to a girl struggling with an illness she couldn’t control. Pack and family to a lonely boy who craved a connection. It was a mistake, maybe - they were too young, and he was too young, and the world was too full of others who wanted power and were willing to hurt innocent parties to get it.

Derek didn’t turn teenagers into murderers. He turned them into people who would be more likely to BE murdered. Which I think is heartbreaking, and must have shattered Derek when he realized what was happening.

Welcome to my life, Derek said, flashing his red eyes and smiling. The Bite is a gift. You’ll be stronger, faster, healthier. We can be the kind of powerful, loving, close-knit pack I lost to a blood-thirsty hunter. I can show you what it’s like to never be alone again. To always have someone who understands you and who will back you up when the going gets tough.

I’m sorry for my life, Derek said later, his soul burdened by guilt and his arms heavy with the limp weight of a lost pack member. I wanted to show you what the world could be. But I’d forgotten what it is. I failed you. 

We’re predators, his mother had told him, patiently teaching him how to control his shift, how to hide who he was from a world that would instinctively fear him. But we don’t have to be killers. 

What she didn’t tell him was that others would see their leashed power, would misunderstand it, would do everything they could to destroy it, to burn it out of them. What she didn’t tell him was that he would have to stand back and watch his family die. Twice. While he went on, doing his best to keep his heart pure in a wilderness of murderers who claimed to be in the right.