#random drabbles

[euaphora]

DONT BE SO QUICK TO WALK AWAY!

✎ᝰ subby!needy!bf!dave x reader

sitting on dave’s lap, while he reads a marvel comic, you facing him and give him quick kisses all over his face.

“I can’t focus babe..” he murmurs out as his breath sounds heavier than before. “Oh, should I get off then?” you suggested as you start hoping off him, he quickly wraps his large hands around your hips and holds you by your hips as he looks up at you. When you sit back down on his lap and move around to get comfortable again, you feel something poke under you.

It felt very rough and felt like it slipped through your panties—rubbing off on you— wrong day to wear a mini golf skirt.

“What’s this?” You ask, looking down to his shaft. “Are you-?”

“No, no! Not like that, its just im-“ he stutters out trying to find the right words without sounding weird about it, “Hard?” You question him as you tilt your head to the side. You loved teasing him, watching the way his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink each time you even so much as breathe.

God you made him harder, if it was even possible since his cock felt like a brick when massaged it through his clothed pants.

“Shit!”

“Would you mind waiting for me outside? I’ll be quick…promise.” He nervously asked, giving you a awkward smile. “Can..i help you?” You ask him, clearly giving him a hint that you would if he was comfortable with it. He body stiffens when you say that and opens his mouth ready to say something just to close it.

“You don’t think I’d do a good job?” You question, messing around with him while you slowly rock you hips. He quickly shakes his head side to side and puts his hands up in defense. “No! Of course not baby it’s just-” he hesitated “would you even want to? I don’t want to make you feel like you have to just cause your my girlfriend.”

You don’t say anything as you pull him in by the back of his neck for a kiss as you start rocking your hips back and forth a little harder than before. He places his hands on waist, hands trembling, and pulls you in closer leaving no space between you both. You rock your hips deeper now, “god! I’ll cum inside my pants if you keep this up, sweetheart…fuck!” He cries out while gripping onto the plush parts of your thighs for support.

He can’t hold back any longer, not even realizing what he was doing when he pulls off your crop top over your head and and clips off your bra. You do the same with his oversized t-shirt and zip down his pants.

You pull out his cock from his breifs now on your knees kissing his tip, kitten licking it while keeping eye contact with him the entire time. “Don’t tease me…” he whimpers, breaking the eye contact by looking down at your hands wrapping themselves around his tip, looking like he’s ready to cry.

“My poor baby boy, why didn’t you just tell me how mad your cock was? I could have helped you hours ago.” You coo while you play with his balls, grabbing at them as he lets out a loud groan, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Momma, please! h-hurts so bad…” he starts taking off his glasses from fog in his glasses, not being able to see anything.

You stop your movements and lightly pull at him, “put them back on.” You scold him, giving him a warning look. “B-but I can’t see, I just wanna watch you, please baby..” he whines out as he pleads out a cry. You just shake you head and wait for him, your mouth ready to be used. “Okay! Okay! Just don’t stop!” He exclaimed, just wanting for you to not stop, almost reaching his climax, while you go back to going faster than before. “Good boy. So good for me, aren’t you?” You smile looking up at him while kissing at his tip. He nods rapidly while he watches you make him feel so so good.

“This is this stuff you get when you behave and do as your told.”

“Cumming…i-im cumming!” He moans out, thrusting his hips forwards trying to find more friction to your hands. You feel a warm seed pop inside your agape mouth as you look up at his tired body, sticking out your tongue full of his seed.

He half-smiles as he watches you swallow it all and stick your tounge out again. You straddle him and give a kiss on the lips making him taste himself. You pull away, him following you with his lips.

“How was it, baby boy?” You ask him with cum slipping out your mouth, quickly lick it it up from the sides. He looks at your lips than you with no words in his head. You giggle at him, and slip inside him, cockwarming him.

[purpledisastertwin900]

One of the things I love about TOH is that they portray a lot of different types of trauma, and not only that but they also show how everyone’s trauma is still trauma, even if it’s “not that big”. You have physical and emotional abuse portrayed with Hunter, right next to bullying and loneliness with Gus and Willow. You have years of built up trauma and emotional manipulation with Amity, along with loss of a loved one and the trauma that comes from being different with Luz. You have years of chronic pain, disability, and possibly ptsd with Eda, right next to being a kid during a war with King and The Collector. Not to mention the packages of pain that are Raine and Camila!

And nobody’s trauma is portrayed or treated as less than or unimportant, and I really like that because I think too often people will dismiss their struggles because “oh well, someone out there has it so much worse”. When like, yeah that one person may be drowning in an ocean of trauma, but people can and have drowned in pools or even buckets. So don’t think you’re struggles aren’t real or that it’s not enough suffering to be addressed-you deserve healing too.

[shrimshrim4fun]

My boy Jiyan is the definition of:

Are you alright my love, can you walk?

And:

Y/N: You came

Jiyan: You called

My boy gives off massive Studio Ghibli men ❤️

[sutxdreamwalker]

Timeline wise Aha’ri is the founder of the dead older siblings club

First is Aha’ri in 2146

Then Tom in 2148

Then Sylwanin in 2152

Then Tsu’tey in 2154

Finally Neteyam in 2170

I swear if more older siblings die I’m not gonna have it-

[heradion]

I'm scared to say I miss you,

Last time I had you I should have kissed you (Sterek off screen ficlet)

As Stiles slowly roused from sleep, he felt a warmth beside him, and upon opening his eyes, he saw Derek resting his head by his side, holding onto his hand. The sight was both surprising and oddly comforting, as if Derek's presence had chased away the remnants of his nightmare.

Stiles groaned, his voice thick with sleep as he sat up, the mattress shifting under him.

Derek stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he noticed Stiles waking. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Stiles apologized.

"It's okay," Derek replied, releasing Stiles's hand and stretching his limbs as he stood up from the chair beside the bed.

Curiosity tugged at Stiles as he watched Derek, wondering why he had chosen to sleep there. "Why'd you sleep here?" he asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Derek paused, his expression thoughtful. "You seemed to have had a nightmare just as you fell asleep," he explained, his voice gentle. "Your heart was beating fast, and you grabbed my arm. You calmed down after that, so I decided to stay."

Stiles felt a pang of warmth in his chest at Derek's concern, mixed with a tinge of guilt for unknowingly disturbing him. "Oh," he murmured, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Derek.

"Why didn't you just sleep on the other side? It's a queen bed," Stiles suggested, his concern evident in his voice.

Derek shook his head. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," he replied simply, his gaze meeting Stiles's.

Stiles felt a swell of appreciation for Derek's consideration but a sense of unease at the thought of him sacrificing his comfort for Stiles's sake. "You could've just woken me up and asked me," Stiles pointed out, feeling a twinge of guilt.

Derek shrugged,"I didn't want to disturb you," he admitted, his gaze softening as he looked at Stiles.

Stiles sighed, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at Derek's selflessness. "Well, your neck is probably killing you now," he remarked, noticing Derek's discomfort.

Derek rubbed the back of his neck. "It's alright. I'll survive," he assured, though the tension in his muscles betrayed his words as he headed to freshen up a bit.

As Derek stepped out of the bathroom still holding onto his neck, Stiles felt a surge of determination as he watched Derek, knowing he had to do something to help alleviate his discomfort.

"Just sit down," he urged, motioning towards the bed. "I'll massage it a bit."

Derek hesitated, but at Stiles's insistence, he complied, sitting down on the bed as Stiles moved behind him. "Are you sure?" Derek asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Stiles nodded,"I've helped my dad a couple of times, Don't worry" He said trying to hide his nerves.

Derek sat down on the bed while Stiles sat behind him as Derek took off his shirt and Stiles noticed Derek's tattoo, he had nearly forgotten that it was there.

His fingers ached to trace over it resisting the urge, he sighed before saying.

" I'm gonna massage you only near your shoulders and neck okay?" Stiles said as he tentatively placed his hands on Derek's shoulders as Derek nodded.

Feeling the warmth of Derek's skin beneath his fingertips sent a shiver down Stiles's spine as he recalled the dream he had the previous night, but he pushed past his nerves, focusing on helping Derek.

As Stiles's worked out the tension in Derek's muscles, Derek couldn't help but let out a low sigh of relief.

The stress and discomfort seemed to reduce under Stiles's touch, replaced by a warmth that spread through Derek's body.

Stiles pursed his lips nervously, a subtle tension lingered between them, unspoken words hovering in the air like a silent question.

Derek could sense Stiles's nervousness, his movements hesitant yet determined as he continued to massage Derek's neck and shoulders.

Stiles shifted and moved to stand in front of Derek as Derek made some space for him before Stiles's hand moved over to Derek's shoulder avoiding Derek's eyes.

Feeling the weight of Derek's gaze on him, Stiles shifted slightly, meeting Derek's eyes making his heart pace a little faster which Derek undoubtedly could hear.

"You're really good at this" Derek stated, his gaze unwavering.

"Thanks," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper before shifting his focus to Derek's shoulder.

As the silence stretched between them, Derek felt a surge of courage wash over him.

"Stiles?" Derek called out as Stiles replied with a "Hmm?"

"Stiles look at me" Derek said as Stiles felt his heart skip a beat when Derek's fingers gently turned his chin, guiding his gaze to meet Derek's intense stare.

His stomach churned with a mix of nerves and anticipation as he searched Derek's eyes for answers.

"Why does your heart always beat fast when I look at you?" Derek's question hung in the air, heavy with meaning and unspoken emotions.

Stiles hesitated, his mind racing as he struggled to find the right words. He felt a surge of panic rise within him as he turned to leave.

Before he could , Derek grabbed his wrist, pulling him back with a firmness that caught Stiles off guard. Stiles stumbled, nearly losing his balance, but Derek's steady presence anchored him, his hand finding purchase on Derek's shoulders for support.

"Stiles," Derek's voice was gentle yet firm as he moved his hand to hold onto the back of Stiles's knees.

Derek was still seated on the bed his legs parted as Stiles stood between them looking down at Derek.

Stiles sighed "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to know the truth" Derek asked looking down at his lips "Are you scared of me? Or is it something else?"

Stiles pursed his lips, his heart pounding in his chest as he summoned the courage to speak. With a deep breath, he finally managed to say, "I'm not… scared of you. It's… It's something else."

Derek's gaze bore into him, the tension between them thickening with each passing moment. "What is it then?" Derek's voice was steady, but Stiles could sense the undercurrent of emotion beneath the surface.

"Derek," Stiles sighed, feeling the weight of his own words pressing down on him.

"Stiles," Derek's voice softened, his eyes pleading and curious. "You can be honest with me."

Stiles met Derek's gaze, his stomach twisting with nerves as he continued. "It's… it's because…" He faltered, the words catching in his throat.

As he looked into Derek's eyes, filled with warmth and understanding, Stiles found the courage to speak .

"It's because I…" He swallowed hard, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's because I care about you, Derek. More than I've ever cared about anyone."

As Stiles bared his heart, his breath caught in his throat, waiting for Derek's response. The air crackled with tension, each heartbeat echoing the anticipation of what was to come.

Derek's eyes softened as he took in what Stiles had just told him. His hands moved to Stiles's hips pulling him closer before saying " I feel the same way about you Stiles. The time I spent away from you made me realise how strong my feelings for you were and...I guess a part of always knew but I pushed it down because...because I didn't want to be like Kate..I didn't want to take advantage of you."

"Derek, You're not her" Stiles said his hands moving to cup Derek's face " You could never be her. I've always felt like we understood each other.. better than most people and I guess I never expected you to feel the same way."

"Of course I do, You're the most caring person I've ever met Stiles." Derek stated one hand moving to caress his cheek.

Stiles leaned into Derek's touch and smiled at him gazing fondly at the man in front of him.

Without hesitation, Derek's hands found their way to Stiles's hips, pulling him closer until their bodies were mere inches apart. And then, with a tender intensity that took Stiles's breath away, Derek leaned in, his lips meeting Stiles's in a sweet, heartfelt kiss.

As they melted into each other's embrace, Derek pulled Stiles into his lap earning a surprised noise from Stiles before he pulled away for a moment.

"I guess you're coming to Beacon Hills with me then?" Stiles asked smiling

"I guess I am" Derek said before leaning in to kiss him again, knowing he now had the chance to create new memories in a place that had previously been overshadowed by loss and grief.

(Part.1) / (Part.2) / (Part.3) /(Part.4) /(Part.5)

[persephonesgarden30]

Car's Outside but i dont want to go tonight(A s6 Sterek Ficlet )

" Okay what is it with you?" Stiles quipped throwing his hands up in the air balancing himself by grabbing onto the chair next to him in the tiny motel room

" What do you mean what is it with me ?" Derek asked turning to face him

" You've been acting so strange ever since I saved your ass from the FBI" Stiles stated

" I'm not" Derek said walking over to the other side of the room where his bag was kept

" Yeah right, you haven't said one word to me since you came, not even a thank you! " Stiles called out annoyed

" Alright, Thank you" Derek said rummaging through his bag

Stiles scoffed before saying " Yeah real nice Derek. I end up saving your ass from the FBI and hurt my toe doing so , but you can't even stand to be in the same room as me "

Derek sighed rolling his eyes " I didn't ask you to save me "

" Yeah well that's too bad, I'm not the kind to just let people I care about be in trouble. I'm sorry if I didn't want you dead!" Stiles called out

Derek turned around clenching his jaw.

" What the fuck are you so pissy about huh? " Stiles said slowly walking up to him " Was it because, I a human saved your ass, not once but multiple times ? Or is it because I managed to find you even when you wanted nothing to do with me or Beacon Hills?"

" You don't get to throw your attitude at me big guy" Stiles took a step closer poking a finger in the middle of Derek's chest earning a glare from him

" If anyone " Stiles said his voice laced with anger " gets to be angry. It's me."

" You left." Stiles said looking up at Derek " You don't get to come here and throw your attitude at me when I'm the one who risked my fucking FBI Internship to come and save you " He said as Derek just looked at him with the same stoic expression he always had .

Derek walked an inch closer before looking down at Stiles's lips " I didn't ask you to. You did that on your own" he said looking back at the familiar brown eyes which were looking at him with anger

" Don't blame me or hold me responsible for decisions you make " Derek replied looking back down at his lips before looking at his eyes

Stiles grabbed the front of Derek's shit balling it in his fists " Listen here Derek because I'm not going to repeat myself. " He said looking between his eyes.

" I saved your ass and the least you can do is be a little fucking grateful." Stiles said raising his eyebrows

" So I suggest we stay civil until we part ways tomorrow, then you can go do whatever the fuck you want and becomes a mass murderer for real." Stiles said as Derek looked between his eyes and lips

" and I'm not ever going to make the mistake of helping you again " Stiles said letting go of his balled up shirt pushing him back before turning to walk away

Derek glared at Stiles watching him limp slowly to the bed before swallowing hard and walking up to him.

" And to think I knew you" Stiles scoffed grabbing his things and heading to the door.

" Where are you going?" Derek asked following him

" Wherever the fuck I want" Stiles quipped turning to face him as his back faced the door " What is it to you?"

Derek remained silent while Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to open the door when Derek's hand reached over stopping it.

" You can't go " Derek said as Stiles slowly turned around

" Why not? You need an alibi in case you decide to go on a murder spree?" He asked as Derek remained quiet .

Stiles scoffed trying to move Derek's hand from the door when Derek grabbed his wrist pinning it to the door when Stiles grabbed Derek's shirt with his free hand .

" What the fuck do you want now" Stiles called out

" I didn't ask for this ." Derek replied glaring at Stiles

" I've heard that twice already, which is why I'm leaving , I don't need to be around someone who isn't grateful that I saved their ass" Stiles quipped

" My cars outside, I'm leaving " Stiles said pulling Derek closer in an attempt to threaten him

" I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask you to help me, I didn't ask to be saved " Derek said looking between Stiles's eyes

" I know !" Stiles yelled getting angrier " You didn't ask for shit, you don't need anyone !"

" I need you!" Derek called out breathing hard as Stiles looked at him in surprise " I didn't ask for any of this . I didn't ask to have this feelings for you. I didn't ask for you to be the one to save me."

Stiles loosened his grip on Derek's shirt a little but not letting go looking at him curiously trying to make sense of what Derek was saying.

" I didn't " He said swallowing hard " I didn't want to bring you into this, have you risk your life. I ..I blame myself for you injuring yourself " He continued

" But I didn't." He paused " I didn't ask to have these feelings for you. To care about you. So deeply. That it scares me."

Stiles looked between Derek's eyes which now he's a hint of sadness as he continued " I can't lose you Stiles. "

" Derek." Stiles said pulling him closer " Don't push me away. I care about you a lot and that's why it drives me crazy everytime u push me away. Why do you do it ?"

" Because everyone around me gets hurt" Derek said looking at Stiles

" Bullshit" Stiles said " If you care about me, and trust me. You need to know that I can take care of myself "

Derek looked down at Stiles's lips before looking back up at his eyes as he closed the distance between them capturing his lips in a slow tender kiss as Stiles pulled him closer.

Stiles pulled away for a second looking at Derek .

"Stay with me " Derek said his thumb grazing Stiles's cheek

Stiles nodded and that was all it took before Derek grabbed his thighs carrying him earning a surprised noise from Stiles before carrying him to bed

[xtreme-cringe-warning]

Okay so, last night I had a goofy ass dream where someone made a fop au comic where Peri/Poof ranaway in his teens and go live as a human (I forgor the reason why💀) Fast forward years later he somehow became an idol and also Dev’s godfather

This looks really bad in text but in the dream it was so beautiful and amazing that after waking up I literally tried to go back to sleep to continue the dream lmfao

(I’ll probably draw a scene from it in the future if I have time lol but I’m currently really busy w/ school work)

[incognit0slut]

Your gaze fell on him, noticing the casual suit jacket draped over his shoulders, the top button of his crisp shirt undone. His tousled hair was swept back, framing his handsome face that accentuated the rugged charm of his stubbled jawline. But it was his warm brown eyes that captivated you. And when he flashed that charming smile, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to lean closer, eager to capture those lips with your own.

[melz-367]

sat on my school bus rn and I've just had possibly the cutest but most depressing idea ever

what if Lee used to have a habit of collecting ducks?

like, plastic, glass, metal, whatever, just yellow ducks

hats, spots, stripes, accessories, this man has a whole army

and he made a habit of hiding them around cabin seven and the infirmary and when any of his siblings were sad or needed distracting he'd send them to find a specific duck and they'd be searching for the next hour for a fucking yellow and pink polka-dot duck with a tiara

and when he dies, everyone completely forgets about this until Will rummages through a drawer in the infirmary one day and BOOM

cowboy duck✨

and suddenly everyone's finding ducks everywhere, in shoes and drawers and the archery range storage cabinet and that one part of the strawberry fields where Lee and Castor used to hang out and whenever someone missed him they'd all go on a hunt for a duck until they had over a hundred of the fucking things

but still, even years later, after the TOA, Jerry finds a duck with a grapevine hat and a guitar, and Will, Kayla and Austin burst into giggles while he looks at them in confusion

'what? why are you laughing?'

'nothing. nothing at all.'

:D

[tmntxthings]

Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.

You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.

The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.

Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…

You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.

Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.

No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.

Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.

A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.

Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.

One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.

Yet.

You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.

That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.

The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.

The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.

Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.

Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.

There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.

He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.

Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.

Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.

“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.

“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.

Your mini heart attack.

That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.

You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.

Just you know, in passing.

[escapismisaddicting]

Icarus flew higher and higher and higher. Until the sun was all he could see. And goodness was it a sight. It was bright. Enough so that his eyes felt like they were burning. And he could feel his skin nearly searing off. And he could feel his wings burning.

Then he was falling.

He would surely die from this height.

But who could think of death in a moment like this? He had seen the sun. Gods, it was so large and otherworldly and so… beautiful. He would die over and over again if it meant he got to nearly touch the sun- if it meant he got to feel its golden rays burning him.

Before he could; however, a warm hand wrapped around his wrist.

A man had caught him. With long golden hair and golden eyes and warm skin that nearly glowed. There was no moment of realization- no confusion or disbelief. It took no time at all for the dots to connect.

“I must say. In all my years of pulling the sun chariot… no mortal has ever tried to reach me before.” Apollo’s eyes twinkled as he held on to Icarus by his wrist and he couldn’t help but sweat nervously.

So this was divinity. A handsome strong face with a beautiful smile and shining golden eyes that hurt to look at. A bow and quiver strapped to his back with a revealing toga that barely covered his chest. It was impudent- and blasphemous. Yet Icarus could not dare to look away from him.

“Y-You’re beautiful.” He blurts out unknowingly.

The god lets out a soft chuckle, “So I’ve been told.”

Icarus nearly slips out of Apollo’s grasp before being caught by him again, “Careful… you nearly fell there.”

“I… I fear I already have”

[euaphora]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ YEAH ILL TREAT YOU LIKE MY LADY, LADY.

✎ᝰ armin x reader

armin woke you up early to go down to the market and stroll around for a bit, you on the other hand were tired from last night but he promised to make the trip worth it. He helped you up off the bed, holding onto your hips as you limp.

Heading towards the market you spot a stand with a cart full of fruits, you hold onto armin trying to stay close as possible.

You always loved wandering off to go see sales or the clothes they had on display. “Mango doesn’t sound bad for today breakfast, what do you say, sweetheart?” He picks up a mango and points towards your direction. You beam, giving him an approval nod and ask for a bag as armin hands the woman money for the fruits.

“Oh look!” You turn away. The exact words he was always so used to when you would be down at the market, he turns and looks your way with a questioning face. “This hat would suit you so well on you, honey.” You giggle placing the hat as you try not to mess up his hair.

He stands infront of the mirror, looking back at you.”You think?” He asks, coming off as a whisper. “It matches you so well, your suit, your hair, you can wear it when we grow old together and have a farm, too.” You suggested and buy it for him. He smiles at your comment and keeps it on him the entire time.

[purpledisastertwin900]

TOH SPOILERS

Okay here’s why I love this

Because Darius remembered not to touch his shoulders.

hey u guys watch how hard I can cry-

[shrimshrim4fun]

A relationship with Jinhsi is the definition of:

If I betray you, I betray myself

If I betray them, I betray my country

My country is very dear to me

Dearer than I?

No,no,not dearer than you.

[divan-daikon]

i do not care what sqeenix tries to tell me w modern sephi but istg

that man does NOT have the energy to smirk as much as he does. bro looks like he's dissociating all the damn time. you call his name and he responds w the most hollow, tired, and mumbly "hm?" you've ever heard in your life. you try to hold a conversation w this man and he has the most tired and detached look in his eyes.

he just looks so ungodly done and miserable to me in the og art, like he's just holding on to reality to do his job and then just blip out of existence again bc of how draining it is to simply think

homeslice would most likely cry sooner than he'd smirk, that's for sure. i refuse to let go of the personal hq that he cried hysterically after zack left the library

i just enjoy my emotionally spent murder man

[heradion]

These feelings fester up inside

But how could I deny these butterflies (An off-screen Sterek ficlet)

In the dead of night, a sudden noise jolts Stiles awake as he sits up to notice the room empty and feeling warm. When he picked up the telephone, he realised there was no sound on the other end.

He slowly got up and stood up turning as the door to the room opened up and Derek entered with a candle in his hand.

"Hey , What happened?" Stiles asked as Derek walked closer the room being illuminated by just the moonlight and few streetlights right outside their window.

"There was a power outage, I went to check on it" Derek replied placing the candle down by the side table

"What was that noise?" Stiles asked as he walked over to the window opening it up to let some air in.

"A pole crashed onto the road, and the backup generator isn't working " Derek sighed taking off his shirt and pulling on a grey vest instead.

Stiles sat on the bed leaning against the bed frame while Derek opened the door the slightest bit to allow some ventilation before sitting on the other end of the bed across from Stiles.

As they sit in the dim light, the silence between them stretches, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Derek clears his throat, breaking the silence. "Guess we're in for a long night."

Stiles nods, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice "Yeah, seems like it."

For a moment, they sit in awkward silence, the only sound the flickering of the candle flame . But as the minutes pass, Derek begins to speak, his voice low and hesitant.

"So uhm..What have you been upto since I left?" He asked

Stiles sighed " Well..uhm...me and Scott had a falling out..of sorts because of a guy named Theo." He started before explaining everything that transpired while Derek was gone including the Wild Hunt taking him.

As Stiles continued to recount the events that transpired during Derek's absence, Derek listened intently, his brow furrowed with concern.

He watches Stiles carefully, his gaze unwavering as he absorbs every word.

When Stiles finishes speaking, a heavy silence descends upon them,

"Stiles, I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," Derek says, his voice filled with genuine concern. "It sounds like you've been through a lot."

Stiles offers a weak smile, grateful for Derek's understanding. "Yeah, it hasn't been easy, but that was one of the reasons I took up the FBI Internships...to take a break from Beacon Hills."

Derek nodded understanding what he meant." Beacon Hills is my home but it can feel like a lot" Derek stated

"I know what you mean." Stiles said "I..uhm..overheard my dad and Parrish talking 2 days back on call when he thought he ended the call about something happening back there."

"So you're thinking of going back?" Derek enquired a little concerned

Stiles hesitated for a second looking away "I don't know, I want to..for my dad and Scott..and the others too of course"

"But..I'm not .."Stiles's voice trailed off

"I know" Derek said as Stiles turned to look at him feeling a sense of warmth fill his chest knowing Derek understood

"Stiles, You've been through a lot,since the Nogitsune and all of this now..." Derek stated shifting closer " I don't want you to feel like you have to face it all alone. I know what that feels like..and it's..not easy."

"That's… really kind of you, Derek," Stiles said, his voice soft with gratitude. "Thank you."

Derek gave him a small smile before Stiles sat up "What were you upto? Going on new adventures with Braeden?"

Derek grinned looking away "No, I helped her with a mission before we parted ways. I was with Cora for a while before getting trapped in this mess trying to find a pack of hunters when Chris found me. And then Kate found us."

Stiles's mouth dropped open at the mention of Kate and nodded understanding why Derek didn't want to come back to Beacon Hills with Chris.

Stiles looked at Derek a little surprised at what he just heard before Derek continued "And then you ran into me."

"So I saved our ass." Stiles stated "Again."

"I guess you did" Derek replied rolling his eyes seemingly annoyed but the corner of his lips turned up when they were interrupted by the sound of thunder as it started to rain.

Stiles looked outside the window watching the rain fall before standing up and slowly limping towards the front door.

"I love the rain" He said leaning against the door frame opening the door a little more as Derek turned to face him.

"Yeah, me too" Derek said the two of them watching the rain pour outside

"Not when I'm driving though" Stiles pointed out turning behind

"No one does" Derek stated before they settled into a comfortable silence.

Derek looked over at Stiles noticing he was shivering before getting up to grab a sweater from him bag and walking over to him.

"Here" Derek said handing him a maroon sweater as Stiles took it looking confused.

"You're gonna get sick, you look like a homeless puppy out during the cold " Derek stated as Stiles thanked him before wearing it

Derek grinned leaning agasint the door frame opposite to Stiles looking at him wearing his sweater which was clearly too big for him.

"What?" Stiles asked crossing his arms

"Nothing" Derek replied amused as Stiles narrowed his eyes before looking out at the rain

Stiles rolled up the sleeve of his sweater on his right arm, feeling the cool droplets of rain against his skin.

With a mischievous grin, he reached over, cupping his hand to let the rainwater collect in his palm.

As Derek stood nearby, oblivious to Stiles' plan, Stiles couldn't resist the urge to try and annoy Derek. With a swift movement, he flicked his wrist, sending a spray of rainwater in Derek's direction.

Derek blinked in surprise as the droplets landed on his face and clothes, his expression shifting from confusion to amusement.

Before he could react, Stiles let out a laugh, the sound echoing through the quiet night.

"Stiles, I'm gonna kill you." Derek stated wiping the water from his face.

"You're lucky you're injured" Derek said raising his eyebrows wiping the water from his brows

"Or what?" Stiles teased raising his eyebrows " You would've ripped my throat out?"

Derek rolled his eyes pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before looking at Stiles who had playful smirk on his face

" With your teeth?" He asked splashing him again

"Okay , That's it" Derek said running his hands through his hair before grabbing Stiles's wrists with one hand and letting some water gather in his palm before splashing Stiles as he protested

"I don't like getting wet" He protested as Derek splashed him 2 more times

"Derek, stop, oh my god, I'm going to kill you Hale!" He called out as Derek finally stopped letting him go

"Dude." Stiles said wiping his face "I have to take a shower again. In the dark that too"

"Your fault Stillinski" Derek shrugged smirking as he looked between Stiles's eyes and lips before heading inside as Stiles followed shortly behind.

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