"Stiles receiving angry texts from everyone of the pack because he posted a picture of his head pillowed on Derek's ass"
I’d love to think that while Stiles does take pleasure in letting people know Derek’s ass is his personal pillow (very, very often and very, very loudly) he really doesn’t mean to post the picture he took of him half drooling, half nuzzling (and really, the picture is more embarrassing for him than Derek) over Derek’s very naked butt. He swears he doesn’t.
What he meant to post was the picture he took before that; the one of Derek’s boxer clad ass with the drawings of Achilles and Patroclus on them because his boyfriend is a first rate dork who ships historical couples and Stiles just can’t NOT share that with the world.
When Derek wakes up to a stream of texts from Erica and one very lewd poem about his ass, Stiles is fairly certain he’s going to at least be threatened with murder (and on this one occasion Stiles really wouldn’t blame him) but instead Derek just yanks Stiles towards him, wraps Stiles’ fingers gently around his neck and lies back down with him. “My ass may be your pillow but your fingers are my safe place, so you’re going to lie here with me like this for another hour - without talking.”
Stiles opens his mouth to speak anyway because uh, rude??? but promptly closes it again, the words safe place filling his entire body with a kind of gooey warmth he’s never experienced before. He’s never been anyone’s safe place, not really, and shifting closer to Derek he places a soft kiss to his shoulder, a kind of thank you he doesn’t know how to express in words (for once), unable to think of anything except what a fucking honour it feels just to be lying here; a usually mistrusting, broody werewolf sleeping (well, nearly) peacefully in his arms and for no other reason than the fact Stiles is the one holding him.
Yeah, monsters and demonic possession aside? It’s not turned out a bad life for one Stiles Stilinski.