#munsonboy

hope this helps, boo!

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It's early, too early for daylight.

Derek opens his other eye and assesses the situation: puffs of air on the back of his neck, too abrupt for normal breathing. 

Beside him, Stiles doesn't so much shift as jerks a little, as if he's trying not to move any more than that small amount. 

"Hey, you doing okay?" Derek whispers.

Beacon Hills sheriff might have an inkling that Derek has been climbing though Stiles's perpetually open window for the past two years or so—in the daytime. But Derek is positive he doesn't know about the sleeping-with-his-only-son part that has been happening for the last few months. Because Derek is still alive.

So. Whispering it is.

Silence.

Then a pitiful, drawn out groan. 

"Stiles?" 

More groans. Then a croaked, "I'm dying."

Derek is on Stiles in a millisecond. "What is it? What's wrong? Stiles? What's—" and his hands are flying over every inch of the kid. 

"Shit, Der, I'm not really dying," Stiles whispers back, batting Derek away. 

Derek wouldn't need to be looking at Stiles to know the face he's pulling.

"Ugh, feels like it though. My tummy hurts so fucking bad right now. I can't get comfy, I can't get back to sleep and I hate everything and everyone and I would honestly be perfectly okay with passing over to the other side, now. Like. RIP me. Swear to God, Der, the afterlife never sounded so good." 

Derek rolls his eyes. His very human boyfriend is so very fucking dramatic. 

Boyfriend.

Thinking about him and Stiles like that still makes Derek's stomach flip like he's fourteen again. Even when he's smooshed up right next to him in bed. He wonders if that will ever change and immediately doesn't think it will. 

Derek peers down through the gloom at a pained looking Stiles, then instinctively flicks his eyes to the numbers glowing a dim blue on Stiles's alarm clock. 

4:32

Stiles is about to say something but Derek quickly silences him with a hand placed across his mouth, essentially gagging him. 

Just when Stiles looks as if might sink his teeth into Derek's fingers, there's an ominous creak on the landing, and they both simultaneously stop breathing. 

Thud. Trickle. Drip, drip, drip. Flush. Running water. Creak. 

The town's sheriff is nothing if not habitual.

After another moment, Derek removes his hand but puts a finger to Stiles's lips to tell him to stay quiet. Then he strokes Stiles's cheekbone as he shifts a bit in the bed, until he can place his other hand gently on Stiles abdomen.

Derek now focuses all of his thoughts and senses on Stiles, until there's only Stiles, everything Stiles is. Until he's aware of Stiles's pain. Until he is Stiles's pain. Derek's face twists a little with what is a really nasty, sharp feeling but looks up to thankfully see Stiles's features smoothing out as the hurt drains from his body. 

"Dude," Stiles whispers, before his eyes widen and he's slapping his own hand over his mouth—his dad could still be awake. 

Derek un-grits his teeth and cracks his neck, removing his touch from Stiles and flexing his hand a few times as the pain in his arm starts to fizzle away. 

Better? Derek asks silently with raised brows. 

Stiles grins so big it makes Derek's heart thump harder in his chest. 

Dude! Best. Boyfriend. Ever! Stiles mouths back, in such an exaggerated manner Derek's pretty sure even a person who speaks no English could tell what he said. 

Given the current hushed situation, Derek supposes he'll let the dreaded 'dude' slide.

I read it cover to cover in a few hours, which I haven't done for years. I mean, fuck, most days I don't even have the focus to read a 3k fic, let alone a whole book.

But this one?

This one is like a hug in book form. It was like having a conversation with the author; light and easy to read though it covered some incredibly heavy topics. It made me smile and laugh and cry and filled me with the warmth of positivity and inspiration (without being inspiration porny because ick).

If you're autistic, think you might be, or want to know more about what the world is like for autistic people (bearing in mind that we're all different), you should definitely read this. It's beautifully written and relatable.

Happy Birthday!

Thank yooouuuuu!

When you reach the part where the heartaches come

The hero would be me

But heroes often fail

And you won't read that book again

Because the ending's just too hard to take

A few years ago, somewhere around 2010, Mr GH and I hit a rough spot. I was typing out an email, telling him I wanted a divorce, when this song came on the radio and I just /broke/. I sat there and cried for hours, at work. Then I picked myself up, went home, and started working to fix our marriage. I didn't want our story to have that heartache. We celebrated our 17th anniversary in December. So, thanks, Gordon Lightfoot, that song saved our marriage.

Leave the lights on when I'll go

So I can watch you down below.

No deeply personal reason for this, just that my life has been full of death and grief for a number of years so any lyrics relating to that tend to hit me right in the feels. I think I've only listened to this song once because it makes me choke up so badly.

I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

Stop being mean to me, Poe 😭 I haven't shared them because they are Unpopular and I'll probably get cancelled for them 😂

1. Stiles inherited his ADHD from the sheriff, not from Claudia. The sheriff masks very well which is why we don't see much evidence of it in canon.

2. Stiles is actually quite hyper masculine. He grew up in an all male household, raised by a single dad from a young age. While they're both comfortable with physical affection and displays of emotion, Stiles is very much a Typical Boy who will grow into a Typical Man.

3. Stiles is selfish. He cares deeply about his loved ones but he won't take care of them when they're sick, he won't make soup or cookies or nag them about bed times or really even lift a finger to help them /unless it impacts on him/. "Oh, you're sick? Well go home and rest then, you're slowing me down." "No, I'm not helping you move house this weekend, here's some packing boxes I got for you." "Don't get hurt or die because it'll upset me." His caring is selfish. He's prepared to give his life to protect his loved ones* but he'd really prefer not to and they can fuck off if they think he's giving them any of his precious time to help with anything.