#pack husbands
Bby Eli:*chomp*
Stiles: Cub bite leg, what do?
Derek: Elevate and apply pressure.
Stiles: *picks Eli up by the scruff*
Stiles: Apologise or no dessert.
For my second date with Derek, we met in the city and went to a party and ended up at a restaurant at 3:00 AM where he reached across the table, grabbed my hands, looked at me adoringly, and said, “I hate this. I wanted to go to bed at 9:00. Do not expect this of me again.”
- Stiles
Stiles, watching Derek be begrudgingly soft and kind like the secret goober he is:My mate is so cute.
Derek, watching Stiles be an absolute feral little gremlin with no sense of self-preservation: My mate is so cute.