ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
I think what attracts me to pairings like Stiles and Derek, but really any of the hard-road, snarky banter, people with history kind of pairings is the difference between young love, love on first sight and easy affection and the brutal realisation that I’m not that kind - in all senses of the word.
I’m damaged and old and mean. If I had teeth and claws to rip and tear, I might use them.
I identify with a lot of characters, but none more than Derek Hale. The idea that he might have a happy ending, a queer happy ending in fact, with a sharp, bright, but also mean kid who fits perfectly in all the hollows in Derek’s self, it makes me feel better about being who I am.
Derek and Stiles fit me. Their damages mean I can see myself there. Their sarcasm means I can hear myself. I can feel them under my skin, both parts, in different ways.
I want to see it, desperately. It’s selfish and I don’t care. I want it. I want to see their struggle, their growth and their happy ending.
I want to see Derek Hale fall in love, really fall in love, with a boy he shouldn’t like but does, their trust growing into something solid and dependable, their lives intertwining.
They’d be amazing together.
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
haha what if Scott doesn’t let Stiles sleep alone anymore (for practical reasons). He sleep walks and Scott will hear him wake before anyone else. He’s paranoid and watching Stiles sleep but he’s also tired. So he slips his arm around Stiles middle and figures he’ll feel him move or keep him in place. Maybe an hour passes. Stiles starts to stir a bit and Scott wakes up. Only Stiles doesn’t go anywhere, he turns over and tucks his head under Scott’s chin. Scott replaces his arms and brings one up to rub circles into Stiles’ back. They kind of fit.