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Fill: Better Than Your Head's Only Medicine (5/5)

[aroundmyhands]

Without even thinking about it, he brought both hands up to cup Stiles’ jaw and pressed their mouths together. Then a different kind of heat spread through his chest and made his fingertips buzz. Stiles went pliant immediately, accepting it like he’d been waiting for it. They kissed hard and closed-mouthed, hands scrabbling at each other in a frantic attempt to get closer. All the while, Derek was breathing in the smell of Stiles mixing with the array of emotions that cycled through him.

When they parted, Derek pressed their foreheads together and listened to Stiles’ erratic heartbeat.

“Stiles,” he murmured. “You know it wasn’t your fault either.”

That was when Stiles broke down. He stopped breathing for just a second, trying to hold it all in, and then the sobs were coming out in heavy, painful heaves. Each sound came out wrecked and raw like it’d been ripped out of him. He clutched at Derek gracelessly and didn’t let go when he got a hold. It was as if the kid had never in his life allowed himself to let any of it out. Derek could relate.

And in that moment, sharing the excruciating pain of trying to let go of so much self-hatred, Derek felt more vulnerable and human than he ever had in his entire life. He sat there holding Stiles in his arms while the boy cried, both of them shaking. And into the faded material of Stiles’ t-shirt, Derek let himself shed tears that he’d always thought would break him. Maybe Stiles noticed, maybe not. Derek wasn’t sure, but he didn’t much care. He needed this. They needed this.

Breath stuttering and hiccupping, Stiles pulled back for a moment and wiped his nose before giving a badly timed, self-deprecating laugh. “Sorry, I’m getting gross.”

Derek waited while Stiles blew his nose and splashed water on his face in the bathroom, his body itching to be close to Stiles again. When Stiles finally came back, he settled in next to Derek without being told. They both stretched out along the bed, Derek wrapping and arm around Stiles’ waist and dragging them close together.

This was risky and Derek knew it. Memories were good anchors, as were motivating feelings like anger or hope. However, an anchor based on care and affection was practically begging to get ruined. Derek knew all this, and yet he couldn’t seem to help it. As he watched Stiles’ eyes close and his breathing go deep and even, he found himself drifting off with him and he wasn’t afraid.

It was worth it, even for a season. Though, he hoped it would be more than that.

Re: Fill: Better Than Your Head's Only Medicine (5/5)

[theauthor2010]

This was heartbreakingly beautiful. I loved it.

Re: Fill: Better Than Your Head's Only Medicine (5/5)

[charlie_jae]

That was an awesome look into how an anchor can affect people, and wolves alike. I like seeing Derek's struggle and acceptance. Seeing Stiles break down but being able to accept comfort from Derek as well as being able to give, was beautiful.

Re: Fill: Better Than Your Head's Only Medicine (5/5)

[aroundmyhands]

There are no words for how much I loved this. Thank you!