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If I was Jennifer Blake I would have crashed out so hard because what do you mean I put under a power virgin sacrifice love spell and one tear from the bitchy twink you have a complicated relationship with is all it takes for you to have your claws in my neck. I would have lost it. Cuz what do mean
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Had a funny thought,
Tim and Danny shopping in the mall for Christmas presents for Tim's family. Of course they get a duck candle for Jason, named Yorick.
Joker invades the mall, Danny goes green eyes, Tim feels the cold air, a voice growls "clown..." with an underlay of screams, Danny pulls an item at random from the bag and chucks it with all his strength. Tim gets knocked back from wind as the sound barrier is broken as Yorick hits mach duck, before instantly braining Joker at 50 paces, clown goes over the balcony from the impact. Tim looks to see Danny staring at him in horror, "oh my ancients Tim, im so sorry, do you think Yorrick is ok?"they rush down, and Danny wants to cry over injured, half smashed Yorick, but Tim tells it is perfect, even covered in blood.
He gifts it to Jason anyway as is, with what pics he could get from the security camera, of Yorick in flight, hitting Joker, falling together, and Yorick and Joker together on the ground, both mangled.
Jason frames the pictures around a Yorick shrine in his apartment, titled things like "The last flight of the Duck", "The Fall from Grace", and " I may die but there will be two new plates in hell tonight"
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Stiles: teasing Derek "You love me. Admit it. In front of everyone."
Derek: grumbling but blushing "I married you, didn’t I?"
Eli: groaning loudly "Oh my god, you’re gross. Both of you. I’m going with Peter."
Peter: smirking "Smart kid. Let’s go see if we can ‘accidentally’ trigger the alarm system at the food court."
Malia: already halfway there "Beat you to it."
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*Derek, Stiles, and the 3 betas get into the Camaro*
Isaac:Why does Stiles get to sit up front?
Derek: …Well
Stiles: *straight face* Because I let Derek fuck me against the wall last night. He had me hanging on his co-
Derek: *blushing furiously* OK Stiles. I think they get it.
Erica: No please continue. I want all the details.
Boyd: …
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Stiles, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?!
The Nogitsune, standing in front of Stiles: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen*
Stiles, crying: Please...stop...
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I totally headcanon Derek just quietly taking over giving Stiles his meds everyday. To him, it’s just an act of affection to care for him that way.
*
When Stiles finally stumbles into the kitchen in the morning, he smells so content as Derek greets him with a smooch and a not at all subtle scenting. He hardly notices when Derek gives him a small glass of water along with three small pills.
Stiles quietly pops the pills into his mouth before downing it with the water. He then starts his morning routine of making his coffee. Derek presses a kiss to his temple on his way to the fridge.
*
Lydia is sitting cross legged on the couch in the pack house as she watches Stiles pace back and forth, ranting about the newest big bad in town. She takes small notes on her phone as Stiles is talking before catching Derek entering the living room with a Gatorade. He stops Stiles on his march past him and hands him a pill and the Gatorade.
Lydia’s eyebrows shoots up as Stiles pauses, tosses the pill into his mouth then chases it with a swig of Gatorade. Derek chuckles softly to himself when Stiles dramatically smacks a kiss on his lips before spinning away to continue his tangent.
Lydia watches as Derek turns and disappears down the hall. She turns and stares at Stiles.
“What was that?”
Stiles stutters to a stop, looks at her confused.
“What was what?”
Lydia rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “What did Derek just give you?”
“Oh!” Stiles fidgets with an embarrassed laugh, “he always tells me he can smell when I’m getting anxious so he tries to give me my anxiety meds before it gets out of control.”
Lydia blinks at him, “oh, that’s very sweet.” Stiles grins bashfully, “Derek is always taking care of me like that.”
He hums softly to himself before admitting, “he’s very sweet to me.” A blush has started to creep across his cheeks.
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“Stiles, I said I would drive you to the station, not wait 22 business days for you to get in the damn car.” Noah sighs exasperated at his son.
Stiles is fluttering around the house as he gets his stuff together. Noah watches from the front door as Stiles hops around trying to get shoe on.
“I’m going,” Stiles whined, “I accidentally slept in!” He finally ties his shoes and starts to pat himself down.
“Wallet…phone…” he mumbles, spinning around, “okay, I think I’m good now.” He holds his arms up in a ‘ta-da!’ fashion. Noah huffs out a laugh.
“Come on kid, you’re making me late.”
“Deeeeerek!” Stiles calls on his way to the door, “I’m leaving with dad!”
“No, you’re not.” Stiles stumbles to a stop, “wha-“
Noah watches amused as Derek gives Stiles a water bottle and waits for Stiles to hold a hand up before giving him three piles from his cupped hand.
“Your dad doesn’t need you ADHDing at the station at 7am,” Derek smirked at Stiles offended look, “I’ll see you later tonight.” He kisses Stiles softly, cupping the back of his neck. Stiles hums contently to himself as Derek wanders back to the kitchen.
Noah opens the door as Stiles downs his pills. “He’s good to you.” He notes softly.
Stiles grins, “the best.”
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