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i was sad so i made some domestic!Deancas au
now i feel better <3
Chibi Destiel Animated
My headcanon for third episode of season 11 C:
Jensen broke his drumstick and then proceeded to do a split jump with Jared…
11x11 “Into the Mystic” // Promo
So how much do you want to bet that Dean is utterly and completely sure that something is not just off with Cas, but that Cas is not Cas when this moment rolls around? There was a reason to why in 11x10 “The Devil in the Details” we had this very tender moment between Dean and Castiel. It emphasized something that is so ingrained into their interactions: the fact that Cas, if he touches Dean always touches Dean’s left shoulder, the shoulder where he left his handprint on Dean. But here he reaches for Dean’s right shoulder. And I don’t care what anybody else thinks, but even if Dean was doubting here already, this gesture, Cas laying his hands on his right shoulder feels off to him too. Well, Lucifer, sorry to tell you but the devil is truly in the details…
Anonymous asked:
Sterek, "Why's your hand on my ass?"
“Derek….why isyour hand on my ass?” Stiles’ eyes widen, trying to swallow down a small whineas he looks around the club.
Derek tends to get a little…possessive overhim at times. Not in a romantic way- although Stiles desperately wishes- but in a back-off-this-is-my-human kind ofway. Apparently Stiles’ 18 year oldhormones, combined with his budding spark, means he’s now some kind of werewolfcock tease. Kind of like a siren, but forwerewolves, Deaton had said, and wasn’t that just what Stiles had wanted to hear from hisslightly shifty neighbourhood vet.
Yup, apparentlyStiles Stilinski actually do got a booty and apparently all the localweres want a piece of it. It’s flattering, most of the time. Until it’s not.Stiles can usually take care of himself, but he can’t go around carrying histrusty bat with him all the time, and he’s still got a lot to learn aboutprotection spells before he can actually do one.
And so, enter Derek,who, for some unknown, slightly painful to Stiles’ long suffering crush on himand his eyebrows reason, is totallycool with playing the part of Stiles’ pretend boyfriend when they go out.
(The fact that Derek even goes out with Stiles at all is baffling in itself, buthey, Stiles isn’t going to question a good thing. If Derek gets something outof watching him get his groove on he ain’tgonna ask no questions.)
Usually, Derek just growls a lot when Stiles’hormones, siren song, whatever, starts triggering overzealous reactions inpeople, sometimes pulling him wonderfully close and scentinghim, just a little. (Stiles is super proud of himself for not whimpering duringthese moments. He deserves medals, or, at the very least, milkshakes. The good cholesterolkilling kind he never lets his dad have.) Never though, never has Derek touched his ass.
Stiles isn’t toosure how he feels about it. Should he back up into it? Is Derek trying toinitiate something? Shit, maybe he hit his head andhe’s dreaming. It wouldn’t be the first time Stiles has dreamt about Derekgroping him in public. (Shut up, he has an exhibitionist kink okay? It’snormal. Erica said so.)
“Shhh, Stiles, justlet it happen,” Derek…giggles?
Swinging around, Stiles’eyes widen even further, a surprised laugh catching in his throat. “Are you…areyou drunk?”
Derek never gets drunk. Ever.
“I don’t know,”Derek frowns, eyebrows pulling down adorably. “What is drunk supposed to feellike?” He looks up then, face completely earnest, and Stiles’ heart kind ofstops. Not even Scott manages to pull of thatpuppy level of cute.
Stiles has caughtglimpses of Derek’s softer side before. He rarely lets people see it, but it’sthere, and Stiles wants nothing more than to find ways to coax it out of himfor the rest of his life.
(He’ll admit, he’sin pretty deep.)
“It’s different foreveryone,” he finally manages to get out, licking his lips, unable to help it, breathstuttering as he watches Derek track the movement. “How do you, uh, feel?”
“Wrong,” Derek…Derekactually pouts. Oh my god. “I like itwhen I can touch you, makes me feel safe, and I’m not touching you. So I feel…unsafe.”Derek’s frown deepens, like he’s a little confused by his own words, but thenhe’s looking at Stiles in that way hesometimes does when he’s struggling with something, like Stiles is the onlyperson in the whole world who understands him. It takes Stiles’ breath awayevery time, that trust, and even now it takes him a few moments to recollecthimself, to focus on what Derek is saying.
