the stars are falling like rain

Anonymous asked: the one with the prom video


"Oh my god, dude, look at your floppy hair!” Stiles swats Scott in the chest as Derek puts down drinks, cranes his head to see what they’re watching. Something heavy drops in his stomach, panic begins to spread through his veins.

"What is this?"

"I’m not sure," Scott scratches his chin, "We found a bunch of home movies when mom and I were clearing some stuff out, earlier. This must be, what? Twenty-thirteen?"

"Shit! This is prom night!" Stiles begins laughing raucously when he sees himself on the screen; hair insanely over-gelled and suit ever so slightly too big.

Derek straightens up, “Turn it off.”

"What?" Scott glances up at him, "No! Dude, you weren’t even there!"

"No, no, look," Stiles nudges his knee, gestures at the screen to where Derek’s sitting on the stairs, aggressively ignoring the camera Melissa’s pointing his way. "You look so scrawny," he teases, "I don’t even remember you being around that night."

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Anonymous asked: The one where Rachel(Scott) finds out


So, they’re half naked on the couch. Stiles is dragging one hand up Derek’s back, the other linked with Derek’s above their heads. Derek is a sweet line of heat on top of him, grinding his hips down, kissing behind his ear, murmuring stupidly endearing stuff as he does so. Stiles is laughing, wrapping his legs round Derek’s waist and just about to declare Derek should carry him into the bedroom, when the door bursts open.

Scott slams on the light, yells when he sees them, “I knew it! I saw and I couldn’t believe it until— I can’t— What the hell!”

Derek curses, loses his balance, slips off the couch and because their damn hands are still twined together, Stiles goes with him. 

"Oof, smooth moves, baby," he mutters.

"Shut up!" Derek hisses, rubbing his elbow and glaring as Scott rounds the couch, darts towards them. 

"I can’t believe you! How could you?!"

"Scott," Stiles swallows hard, tries not to panic about how angry his friend looks. "I can—"

"Get the hell off my best friend!"

Oh. He didn’t see that coming. 

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jawnandsharklock asked: the one with the vows


Stiles scratches out I like your butt the most out of all the butts in the universe, and sighs loudly. Scott glances up from the paper, looks back down at it. 

Stiles sighs again. 

Scott groans, folds the paper up, “Dude, seriously?”

"I don’t know how to be all— flowery about this shit, man. I just wanna marry the dude, not… list all the things I like about him."

Scott peers over Stiles’ crowded page of notes, clucks his tongue, “You’re the only person I ever want to have sex in an elevator with ever again. That time at Macy’s was awesome. Stiles, if this is your idea of flowery… Derek is going to un-marry you on the spot.”

Stiles whips his head up, narrowing his eyes, “Have you seen his?”

"Mhm, a draft, he’s finishing them with Boyd," Scott avoids eye contact, "I’m not telling you what they said."

"Can’t you give me something?"

"Yes, they were very nice."

"Scott! You’re my best man, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

"He said some shit about you being his hero, how when he was at his very worst you never flinched away from him, you make him feel like he can do anything, and that he still can’t believe you picked him," Scott waves a dismissive hand in the air. "I dunno, romantic crap."

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Anonymous asked: I can't remember the name of the episode but Rachel and phoebe get tattoos? Something like that?


"Lemme see, lemme see!"

"Hey," Stiles smacks Allison’s hand away gently, ducks around her to head for the couch, "No one is looking until Derek sees."

"Derek sees what?" Scott ambles out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes.

"Stiles and Lydia went to get tattoos," Allison blurts out before Stiles can explain himself. 

"Thank you, tell tale,” Stiles hisses, and Allison sticks her tongue out at him. 

"If you won’t let me see it—"

"You got a tattoo?" Scott interrupts incredulously, "Dude, what the hell?! I thought we were gonna get best friend’s forever ones when we were forty, and not a day before!”

"This one’s different," Stiles flushes, rubs his nose, “‘S’personal."

"Oh my god,” Allison narrows her eyes suspiciously, “You didn’t get I heart Derek, did you?”

"Yes, Allison, I got a gigantic red heart on my arm and had Derek and the number one inside it,” Stiles snarks. 

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Anonymous asked: the one where no one's ready


"I don’t understand why we need to get ready, now,” Stiles grumbles, tossing a chip in his mouth as he stares blankly at the television.

"Because you need several hours to look remotely acceptable for public appearances," Derek snipes, stealing the chip bag and smirking as Stiles flips him off. 

"You both need to get ready," Scott moans, trying to chivvy Stiles out of his arm chair. "I need everyone ready by six forty-five! It’s five to, now!"

"Babe!" Allison runs out of her bedroom in her dressing gown, and for a moment Scott tries to cover Stiles’ eyes, and then realises he hasn’t even looked up from where he’s glowering at Derek. 

"Uh," he runs a hand through his hair, "You okay?"

"How black tie is the black tie, here? Do I need something that says future Mayor’s wife, or just like it’s Derek’s birthday again and he wants us all to go to a fancy restaurant and pretend we fit in?"

"You didn’t even try to fit in,” Derek cuts in crossly.

"Hey man, I wore a tux," Stiles points out. 

"Yes," Derek’s mouth dries up a little at the memory, and then he scowls, "And, then proceeded to have a bread roll fight with Scott across the table."

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Anonymous asked: The one with the birth


Derek watches another set of parents go past, smiling brightly down at the baby in her mother’s arms. 

He tries to quell the panic slowly growing in his stomach. What if he never has the chance to be a dad? What if his past relationship screwed him up so badly he’ll never manage to prove himself worthy of being trusted… of being loved, ever again?

"You look way too sad for this ward, man," Stiles elbows him from where he’s sitting next to Derek, legs spread out across the next chair, and head half in Derek’s lap. "Why so blue?"

"Nothing," Derek shrugs immediately. 

"You should be happy," Stiles reminds him, "You’re gonna be an uncle!"

"What if I’m never a dad, though?” he blurts out before he can stop himself. “What if I’m too— too—” he glares down at his hands, swallows, “Never mind.”

Stiles squirms until he’s sitting upright, looks at him intently, “Derek, you know you’re gonna be a dad, and you’ll be a great one.”

"Who the hell’s gonna have a baby with me? You?!"

Stiles blinks slowly, “Uh, I mean, are you thinking we steal one, or—”

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