otp: anchored

I can’t help but wonder when Stiles started meaning this much to Derek.

I can’t help but wonder when Derek decided that Stiles was good for calming him, a safe place during dark times.

I mean, we all know Stiles and Derek had one of the best developments on the show, and along the way, they developed a great amount of trust in one another, but this… this is something else.

When did Derek’s trust develop into this?

Maybe it had to do with the multiple times Stiles saved him, or the many unspoken agreements they had before going in to do something dangerous… or maybe, it was in the episode where Boyd passed away.

Stiles wasn’t close to Boyd, not as close as everyone else was to him, but somehow, he still understood what it felt like for Derek losing a pack member. Therefore, reaching a hesitant hand out to rest on Derek’s shoulder.

That simple gesture probably meant more to Derek than anyone realized.

Stiles was there trying to comfort him. Stiles cared enough to try and do so.

And maybe he kept Derek from falling apart altogether at that moment.

Maybe that’s when Derek realized that Stiles really was there for him and maybe that’s when the building trust he had for Stiles locked into place.

Maybe that’s when Derek realized that Stiles could be his anchor.


idk if that was already mentioned (probably was, what hasn’t been mentioned at this point?) and i feel stupid for thinking about it only now (almost a year after reading tfc for the first time), but.

let’s talk about Neil’s “You like it. I like it that you like it” (i’m quoting from memory so i might’ve made a mistake) response to Andrew accusing him of having a neck fetish.

bc i think that’s not a neck fetish Neil has - he has kink for making Andrew feel good. he goes for Andrew’s neck not bc of himself but bc of Andrew.


wow. oh my goodness! 

dear friends.. thank you all for all the positive feedback and support with my new song! i am SO glad that all of you enjoy it & relate to it! you guys are the reason i love doing this. so i thank YOU! each & EVERY ONE of you! i love you guys. from the bottom of my heart. i would be absolutely nothing without you all! seriously. you don’t know how much this means to me! <3

i am so very grateful! ahh! 


thank you! thank you! thank you!

with joy,

carissa rae

*haven’t seen/heard my new original song “Anchored” yet?




(…) you’re getting me through the night


@bistiles requested  ♥ hate you ♥

Derek smells the anxiety and fear that permeates the air around Stiles before he actually hears him set foot in the loft; he hears the shallow inhale and soft swallow Stiles gulps down before stalking through the door like a challenge, steeling his gaze onto Derek’s until he averts his eyes at the very last second.

Stiles’ scent has been untraceable since his disappearance three days ago, but now, here he is, cloying up the shitty ducted system that runs throughout the entire building. He’d look a picture of health if Derek couldn’t see the tremor in his hands or the jitter of his legs, hear the frantic pumping of his heart. Still, Derek can’t help but ask. 


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