Stiles as a professional cuddler, where he offers a range of services, from spooning to hand holding to quiet murmuring. Also, there are a lot of health benefits from being cuddled regularly and Derek happens to be in need of said benefits ;__;

coyotequeens:

counting sheep don’t help me sleep

(a little fic i wrote for my friends around the holidays)

Kira is probably the closest thing to a friend Derek has at work, a relationship that has its positives and negatives. Derek doesn’t really go out of his way to make friends with his coworkers, preferring to keep his head down and get his work done, but it’s nice to eat lunch with someone, to have someone say “Have a good weekend!” even if all Derek’s doing that weekend is what he does every weekend: workout, go to the library, watch a new foreign film (last weekend’s was De grønne slagtere, and he hasn’t been able bring himself to eat meat since).

The bad thing about being friends with Kira is that the longer they know each other, the more comfortable they are in each other’s presence, the more Kira seems to feel like she’s got to look after Derek for some reason. Kira’s a pretty empathetic person anyway; all the ladies in the office like telling her their horror stories about dating because Kira makes the best horrified faces in reaction to their sordid tales, but she takes it a step further with Derek. And, to a certain extent, Derek doesn’t mind that much; Kira reminds him of Laura in some ways, the way she gently teases him about his diet, and leaves little notes on his desk about inconsequential things – but then she takes an interest in his well being: his mental  wellbeing.

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gri-clover:

This drawing is because queerlyalex, who wrote this beautiful idea

What if werewolves do scar, but it’s pretty rare. What if Derek feels so guilty about the fire that he doesn’t let himself heal from burns at first, when he’s still broken and suffering because of what happened to his family. Imagine Derek cooking and burning his hand and willing it not to heal. It doesn’t. It ends up scarring, which is new for Derek and he runs his fingers along the scars to remind himself what he’s capable of: healing and hurting and remaining unblemished and scarring – if he wants it enough. As time passes, he lets burns heals more, but there are still early ones. Scars on his hands from cooking, accidently hitting his hand on the hot metal of the oven. One on his leg from a piece of burning wood that came out of a bonfire. Stiles finds all these scars, intrigued: “I thought werewolves didn’t scar”, curiously pursuing it until Derek tells him in stilted and slightly ashamed words, that they’re badges of guilt. That they remind him of the people he’s lost. Stiles doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t comment, but he makes a point to kiss every scar. He lays his lips to the imperfections and thinks: “it’s ok”, “it’s not your fault”, “forgive yourself”, “I love you”.

You Do You Better Than He Does

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Stiles is replaced by a skin-walker and Derek is the only one to notice.

Words: 1477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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hesterek:

hoechloin:

3 times Derek saw Stiles sleeping + 1 time Derek woke up with him.

#the first one derek’s SO DISTURBED#he’s like ‘are you seeing THIS?! look at him! look at the way he sleeps!’#‘doesn’t he have a bed at home? why doesn’t he get enough quality sleep there?!’#‘does he eat enough? does anybody properly care for him oh my god’#love this