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Originally posted to Tumblr here.

Okay so I’ve been drinking wine all night and binge-watching The Great British Baking Show, and I remembered that I’ve been meaning to not!fic about the pack going to one of those wine and painting places.

Really, it’s just Team Human that’s going to go—Stiles, Allison, Lydia (she’s honorary Team Human), and Danny—because they’re the only ones who are going to enjoy the wine and they’re not going to be overwhelmed by the smell of acrylic paint and the loud music. But Scott makes horrible puppy dog eyes when he finds out they want to go and Erica practically begs to be included as well and that means Boyd and Isaac are going to want to go, so Derek throws up his hands and buys everybody a seat and calls it a “pack bonding exercise.”

They get there and they take up almost an entire table all by themselves, and the rest of the pack swaps the paper plate name badges around until they’re sitting in the order they want to sit in, and this means that Derek and Stiles end up sitting next to each other at the very end of the table. Stiles snarks that he’s surprised Derek wants to paint something with colors other than black and Derek snarks that Stiles is already halfway through a glass of wine the size of his head, and then the instructor gets up and starts talking and it’s time to start painting.

Stiles is, unsurprisingly, a faster painter, covering his canvas in black almost as fast as the instructor is. He’s fantastic with blending the paint together to make it like the moon fades seamlessly into the night sky.

Derek’s a lot more meticulous. He’s slower and much more concerned with getting his outlines absolutely precise. The detail he manages to get with the smaller brushes is frankly astonishing, as far as Stiles is concerned.

(Stiles also happens to hear, more than once, Derek singing quietly along to whatever song happens to be playing over the loudspeakers when the instructor isn’t talking. His personal favorite is when he hears Derek singing “Don’t Stop Me Now.”)

It’s just as noisy as Derek expected it to be, and he really doesn’t like the smell of the paint that much, but what he smells from his pack is pure happiness and joy. Scott’s got a streak of blue paint on his cheek that might have been put there deliberately. Allison is almost through her first glass of wine and is laughing at something on Lydia’s canvas. Boyd, Erica, and Isaac all seem to be collaborating on one giant painting instead of following along with what the master painting is. Danny is well into his second glass of wine and playing Pokemon Go while he’s waiting for his paint to dry, pausing occasionally to assure Jackson he’s doing a good job. Even Cora, who likes to pretend she’s too cool for this kind of stuff, is getting into it.

And Stiles is sitting right by him, the tip of his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he very carefully paints a lake monster climbing up onto the dock behind the two figures sitting at the edge, a glass of wine between them.

Honestly, it’s a better pack bonding exercise than Derek ever expected it to be.

Everybody is thrilled with their paintings when they’re done, and they’re splitting up to head home when Stiles taps Derek on the shoulder and holds out his painting.

Derek is not drunk, but he has been filtering out ridiculous levels of noise all night, so he blames that for why he sits there for a minute and finally says, “What?”

Stiles shakes the painting. “Here, big guy. I made it for you. Used lots of pretty colors and everything. That’s supposed to be us at the edge of the dock.”

“You painted us getting attacked by a lake monster,” Derek points out.

“No, we’re totally going to take it out!” Stiles argues. “Besides, you have to admit, that’s probably how a night on the lake would end for us.”

Derek snorts. Stiles isn’t wrong.

Without thinking too hard about it, he hands his painting to Stiles. “Here.”

Stiles blinks at it. “For me?”

Derek shrugs. “You should have one, too. Without the lake monster.”

Stiles breaks out into a gigantic grin that is likely at least 50% the wine he’s had and 100% guaranteed to make Derek’s heart do somersaults. “Thanks, Derek.”

“Anytime,” Derek says, and prays it’s dark enough outside that no one can see that he’s blushing.

(He hangs Stiles’s painting in his bedroom and ignores every lewd comment Erica makes about it. He feels more than vindicated when he visits Stiles’s apartment and sees the painting he drew hanging right above Stiles’s bed.)

Another not!fic from the Tumblr files. Originally posted here.

wolveshowlatnight asked: I just had a thought I thought I share for general enjoyment, what with Hoechlin being Superman and all, Sterek au where Derek and Stiles are together/getting together, Stiles is a huge Batman fan and Derek is secretly Superman and concerned about coming out to his boyfriend about it because Stiles does not seem to care about Superman at all. Okay, I said Derek’s “concerned” but what I actually meant was that he’s fretting.

OMG you have no idea how much I love this. I went on a somewhat-similar ramble on Twitter a week or so ago, but yeah, I absolutely LOVE this.

I love the idea of Stiles having no idea that Derek’s Superman, and he just keeps talking nonstop about how awesome Batman is and how cool it is that he goes up against bad guys with nothing but his suit and his guts (“And several million dollars’ worth of weapons,” Derek always grumbles).

And maybe he starts getting a little insecure? Like Stiles isn’t really that impressed by Superman but will spend hours deconstructing Batman’s fights and talking about how he’s such a great detective, and Derek gets to thinking that maybe Stiles would be happier with someone else? Not Batman, obviously (because Boyd has a Thing with the sexy Catwoman), but someone who’s maybe a little edgier than nerdy reporter Derek Hale or Superman.

So Derek makes the decision to tell Stiles who he really is, and then set him free so he can find someone who fits him better.

So. He makes dinner AND dessert, lights candles and everything, and the whole time Stiles is like “are you sure I didn’t forget an anniversary?” and Derek’s like “No, you didn’t, I just need to talk to you.”

And Stiles goes, “…what?”

And then Derek takes a deep breath, sets his glasses aside, and says, “I’m Superman.”

Stiles freezes.

Derek shakily keeps going, talks about how he got to Metropolis and such, and finally says, “And I know you aren’t…I know you don’t particularly like Superman, and so I just wanted to let you know so that…if you wanted to find someone else—”

Stiles finally flails out of his frozen state and shouts, “Wait, WHAT?”

And Derek’s like, “I know you don’t like Superman—”

And Stiles is just like “Why the hell would you think that?!”

“Because you spend all your time talking about Batman?”

And then Stiles is like “Oh my God did you make a romantic dinner to break up with me? I thought you were proposing, you stupid fucker!”

Derek’s just absolutely flabbergasted. “What, really?”

“Yes, really!” Stiles yells. “You were gonna propose, I was gonna say yes, and then we were gonna have really great lovemaking sex, and instead you’re sitting here telling me you’re Superman and trying to break up with me?”

“No!” Derek shoots to his feet because he absolutely doesn’t want to break up. “No, I mean, I am Superman, but you don’t like Superman and I just wanted to give you the chance to…to be with someone you really liked.”

And Stiles just goes “You self-sacrificing idiot, I really like you” and kisses him.

And maybe they talk a little between kisses, but also maybe they really jump straight to the really great lovemaking sex Stiles had hoped for.

And it’s nearly two in the morning when Derek remembers what Stiles said and turns over to ask, “Would you marry me?”

“Are you asking hypothetically or for real?” Stiles says.

Derek thinks for a minute, and then admits, “For real.”

“Yes, hypothetically and for real,” Stiles says, and he pulls Derek’s arm tight around him and promptly falls asleep.

Another Tumblr not!fic, this one inspired by an ask rather than me just rambling. Originally posted here.

Another not!fic from ye olde Tumblr days (posted in July 2015, so yeah, it's older XD), originally posted here.

OKAY SO I keep seeing this gifset (either thanks to Tumblr or Twitter) and you know what? NO. IT HURTS. IT MUST BE FIXED.

Because while I love the idea of that character arc with those two, I also don’t even remotely trust the show to do it any kind of justice. (I honestly think they haven’t even REALIZED they’ve put it in there.)

SO LET US TALK OF A FUTURE STORY, because I don’t think this is something that would be dealt with until after Stiles was a little older and (somewhat) more mature, perhaps only after he himself has kids.