Hi mintonarel! I hope you have fun with this one!

Title comes from Heartlines by the one and only Florence Welch.

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your heart, the only place I call home

The sun is setting on Beacon Hills when Stiles feels it for the first time, a pull from his sternum that startles him from his idleness. He’s sort of packing his bags before leaving for college — sort of packing because he’s been folding a hoodie as small as possible to make it fit with the rest of his clothes for the last 5 minutes. He knows he can’t take everything, but Stiles wants to be prepared. He’s never been north of Reno, so moving to Seattle for college will definitely be a change of pace and living in the city proper means he won’t have to worry about the wild life over there.

Stiles rubs his chest on the place where he felt the pull, slightly worried about the pain that lingers like an aftertaste. Because he doesn’t want to be found dead, he calls Scott and tells him about it.

“It’s probably just stress, dude. You’re moving in two days! I would be stressed as well,” his friend says.

“Yeah, yeah I know. Hey, are we still meeting up tonight?”

I had heaps of fun writing this for you, and I hope you love it! Happy Holidays, enjoy reading!

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This Time Together

“Hey Der?” Stiles called out as he came out of the path leading to the preserve, keeping an eye on the bundle in his arms.

Derek looked up from watering the flowers, brows raised at his husband, sniffing at the covered bundle in his arms, trying to smell past Stiles.

“What do you have?”

Stiles' head shot up, “Hey now, don't be so suspicious! I found them and I couldn't just leave them,” he pouts

Derek sighs, puts the watering can down and heads over to Stiles, he carefully lifts the shirt, being met with two pairs of golden brown eyes, one of them stars sniffing at Derek's hand, tongue coming out to slightly lick while the other smaller one huddles down a bit further.

“How- I mean where did you even find them?”

Merry Christmas, @mintonarel!

"You've got to be kidding me right now."

Unfortunately, the way that Jackson's shoulder's were hunching and his face was resorting to it's usual "bitch face" setting told Danny that not only was Jackson being serious, but this problem had actual emotion tied into it.

For the love of god.

"You know for all the times you tried to convince me that you were my type, I never actually thought that you were gay," Danny stated, leveling his best friend with his best "how is this my fucking life" stare.

The way that Jackson flailed and squawked was actually the best thing he had ever seen and he was seriously hoping that there was a hidden camera somewhere in the room, because that shit was priceless.

"Danny I'm not gay, you know that!"

Seriously the amount of effort it was taking not to roll his eyes at this point should be recorded for scientific purposes.

"Right," Danny said." You're not gay, you're just asking me to not flaunt my friendship with one Stiles Stilinski because, and I quote, 'His stupid voice is driving me insane and I hate that it's directed at you, and not me. His stupid face is everywhere and is haunting me and when he hangs out with you I have to see it more often. His stupid bambi eyes make things flutter and you hate when he uses them to look at me instead of you. And,' last but most certainly not least Jackson, this one is definitely my favorite, 'His stupid fucking smile is blinding and makes me feel funny and every time he smiles at you I have to resist the urge not to claw your eyes out.'"

Danny stared at Jackson, willing him to recognize the point of all of this but instead his best friend is sitting on his bed and nodding along like all of this makes perfect sense with the aforementioned statement 'no really i'm not gay'. 

If Danny were a crueler person, he would make Jackson work for it, but as it is the desperation clinging to his face was just fucking pathetic. With a groan, Danny fell backwards onto the floor, rubbing his hands over his face, groaning.

"Jesus fucking christ Jackson, the kid is in love with you too, just man up and call him already."

"REALLY?!"

Jackson leapt from his bed, laughing, like a kid on Christmas morning as he raced to his cell phone.

Seriously.

I had the same reaction to Cars 2 and Toy Story 2 and 3 and in both cases Pixar surprised me.