"I had to be more than just a brother, I had to be a father. And I had to be a mother..."
“I was the only one who could stop him from crying by climbing into his crib, even when I was too scared and upset to talk.
I was the one who changed his diapers, and bathed him when Dad was just a shell.
I was the one who walked him to kindergarten on my way to school.
I was the one who made sure he had a lunch to eat, even if it was just a snack. And even if it meant I went hungry.
I was the one who patched up every cut and scraped knee. I was the one who wiped up every tear, and carried him back to the motel via piggyback.
I was the one who told him stories at bedtime, even if I couldn’t fully make out the words myself.
I was the one who helped him learn how to read and write.
I was the one who cooked for him when Dad would take off for days at a time.
I was the one who shared a bed with him after he’d have nightmares. I was the one who held him close and told him that nothing was ever gonna’ happen to him after Dad’s response was to give him a ‘45.
I was the one who stole Christmas presents from the nice house down the street just so Sammy wouldn’t wake up and think that Santa had forgotten him. Again. And I was the one who had to tell him Santa wasn’t real.
I was also the one who told him that monsters were real.
I was the one who rode him to the ER on my handlebars after he jumped from the roof and broke his arm.
I was the one who took care of him when he’d get sick.
I was the one who made sure he had clothes that actually fit him after each of his twelve-billion growth spurts. And I was the one who comforted him after the endless bullying he’d receive at school because those clothes had come from the thrift store.
I was the one who stood up for him every time someone picked on him in school.
I was the one who stole textbooks for him so that he wouldn’t fall behind.
I was the one who had to work an ungodly amount of hours at the garage to earn enough money so we could eat when Dad would spend weeks gone in our teens.
I was the one who scraped together the money for Sammy to go on every field trip his school put on so that he wouldn’t miss out, even if it meant not going on my own and losing class credits.
I was the one who watched him fall deeper and deeper into an ugly pit during his teens when he barely had the motivation to get himself out of bed. I was the one who had to remove meds or anything sharp from the motel, just in case. I was the one who sat awake by his bed every night during that period, panicked that my little brother was going to do something stupid.
I was the one who bought him his first laptop, and the look of pure disbelief and unadulterated adoration was worth every hour of overtime I’d done for the last three months.
I was the one who dropped him off at Stanford after Dad told him not to bother coming back and kicked him to the curb.
And I was the one who spent three years living in constant fear because my little brother was at Stanford all alone.
I did all of that, without anyone having to tell me to. So you look me in the eye, and you tell me if that was fair?”
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(an extremely wild AU where Michael has a 4-second-moment of genuine sense of guilt and other assorted human emotions the night before the N-Y heist. yeah yeah I know, how far fetched, I’m crazy like that.)
Just imagine Derek being utterly convinced Santa is real because his mom told him Santa was like mermaids and vampires: Santa existed but was rarely seen within the supernatural realm, and to humans he didn’t exist at all. Because, well, humans. They aren’t even aware of him. Derek can see the logic.
Imagine Derek telling his and Stiles’ kids about Santa - like, proper back story and everything - and Stiles thinking how cute it is, how much he is into it, until he realises, wait -
HE DOESN’T KNOW.
Stiles, of course, goes to Cora and asks, just to be sure (because, hey, you never know) but it turns out Derek was just so into the Santa myth as a kid their parents never had the heart to tell Derek before they died.
I like to think Stiles never tells Derek because Derek Hale got such a shitty deal in life and if Stiles can do this one thing, keep up this one magical thing for him, that’s what he’s going to do (even if it meant having to tackle Erica to the floor that one time and making a complete ass of himself - not that that is unusual) because Derek deserves magic. He deserves a fuck ton of magic.
And that’s the story of how every year Stiles-unsubtle-Stilinski
somehow manages to sneak their kids’ presents under the tree without his husband noticing.
(This usually takes a lot of orgasms - Derek gets very sleepy after orgasms - but Stiles really doesn’t mind the extra effort.)
1. What’s your favorite candle scent? 2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister? 3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother? 4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married? 5. Do you know a hoarder? 6. Can you do a split? 7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? 8. How many oceans have you swam in? 9. How many countries have you been to? 10. Is anyone in your family in the army? 11. What would you name your daughter if you had one? 12. What would you name your son if you had one? 13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test? 14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child? 15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight? 16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series? 17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent? 18. Did your mother go to college? 19. Are your grandparents still married? 20. Have you ever taken karate lessons? 21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is? 22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to? 23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in? 24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray? 25. Is your father bald? 26. Do you know triplets? 27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook? 28. Have you ever had Indian food? 29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant? 30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden? 31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)? 32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender? 33. If you have a nickname, what is it? 34. Who’s your favorite person in the world? 35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs? 36. Can you whistle? 37. Do you sleep with a nightlight? 38. Do you eat breakfast every morning? 39. Do you take any pills or medication daily? 40. What medical conditions do you have? 41. How many times have you been to the hospital? 42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo? 43. Where do you buy your jeans? 44. What’s the last compliment you got? 45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning? 46. What flavor tea do you enjoy? 47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own? 48. What religion will you raise your children to practice? 49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real? 50. Why do you have a youtube?