YEAH but probably he’s a total weirdo about it. He probably makes it from scratch on the stove, and feels VERY STRONGLY that there needs to be a good healthy skin on the top, and that it needs to SIT for the full time. Where as Stiles definitely eats the cups that come in a six pack and sublimely does not give a shit. PROBABLY STILES LICKS THE TOP WRAPPER JS.
"Hey! I was eating that!" Stiles says as Derek snatches the pudding cup away from him.
“That,” Derek says as he tosses the offensive plastic cup into the trash can, where the white gelatin flops sadly in its container, “is a crime against all that is good in the world.”
Stiles licks a trace of pudding from the foil lid he’s still holding and Derek tries not to follow the movement of Stiles’ tongue. Stiles smacks his lips obnoxiously and makes an exaggerated pout. “My pudding,” he says sadly.
"That was not pudding. This is pudding.” Derek pushes a bowl of his mother’s classic vanilla recipe in front of Stiles, the bowl still slightly cold from where each individual serving has been chilling since last night when he slaved over his stovetop, grinding fresh vanilla bean pods and then gently stirring them into the pot.
Stiles eyes it warily. “Look, I’m a simple man with simple needs, and I love cheap-ass grocery store brand pudding, and nothing’s gonna cha—”
Derek rolls his eyes and stuffs a spoonful of pudding into Stiles’ open mouth. It takes a second, and then Derek can see Stiles eyes widen, and he groans in pleasure, mouth tightening around the spoon, his cheek’s hollowing out.
"Holy fuck," Stiles says, grabbing the bowl and starts eating with ferocious intensity, and if Derek thought Stiles licking lids was pornographic before, this is downright obscene. There’s a trail of white pudding dripping from Stiles’ lips, and Stiles darts his tongue out to chase it— and fuck, Derek can only take so much.
He grabs Stiles by the waist and picks him up bodily, throwing him over his shoulder and starts walking towards the bedroom.
"But, pudding!" Stiles complains, wiggling slightly, but he still smacks Derek’s ass from where he’s hanging from Derek’s shoulder.
hope you’re okay with me reblogging every version of this i see
because this might be the pinnacle of Dylan hand appreciation posts
"What?! Who’s this little guy? I do wanna say hi but it’s gonna take up time that we don’t have for the interview." - Dylan fascinated by interviewer’s baby
who the hell gave stiles a portal gun?
i dunno but i approve of how he’s utilizing it
Melissa Ponzio, Teen Wolf Pack Mom
Melissa Ponzio, actually giving credit where credit is due unlike everyone else.
Dylan O’Brien @ The Maze Runner Press Line at Comic Con 2014 (x)
#u know when ure in the car with your bf and he fucking won’t read the map properly #he’s told you right three times and there IS NO RIGHT TURN #and he’s sitting there crumpling the map in his fingers and- #FUCKING STOP THAT THE MAP WAS EXPENSIVE #and he’s so INCONSIDERATE #and you have to pull over to yell #and then you realise you’re arguing about directions #and he doesn’t even look bothered #in fact he’s acting like he was in the right #that you didn’t SEE the right turn #//you fucking did okay// #so you turn to huff out the window#start up the car again #and then AND THEN #the lil shit mutters ‘there was a fucking right it’s on the god damn map’ #and you have to clutch the steering wheel real tight to prevent further fury #you get there in the end #you huff and puff all the way into the hotel and in the shower #and then you come out and he’s made you coffee which is his basic go to ~sorry #and neither of you are gonna admit being wrong #but you’re sure as hell gonna have great make up sex#and argue about directions all the way home too #this gifset looks like that experience is all (via felicitysmock)
We had this Christmas tree, and we kept it even beyond Christmas, me and Tyler loved it so much and one time we were having people come over and Hoechlin picks up the Christmas tree and he starts bringing it into his room and me and Posey were like ‘What are you doing?’ and he was like ‘we’re having people over, I’m moving the tree into the room so it doesn’t get damaged’ and I was like ‘it’s not gonna get damaged what are you talking about bro, we’re not going to like touch the tree’ and he was like ‘alright, you just got to promise that we don’t break the tree.’ Cut to-
She smells like…She smells like hope. Like spring and brightness and life. She smells like Stiles. She smells like Derek. That’s the biggest surprise, even though it’s only common sense. To have this tiny, perfect, helpless fragile creature actually be a part of him. So indelible that it’s stamped into her very bones, woven into the very fabric of her being.
She pats at his jaw with her hands and coos at him in her baby language. He gazes into her eyes, and sees all the secrets and wonders of the universe within.
He can hear Stiles inside, humming absently as his fingers race across the keyboard. The grass is soft where it presses against the back of Derek’s neck; the wind is gentle through the trees.
"Gah!" Gloria babbles, and bats her hand harder at Derek’s jaw.
"Oooohaaa oooohaaa oooohaaa," He breathes heavy like a gorilla and she shrieks with laughter and he’s forced to press the side of his face against hers, clamp down fiercely on the sudden surge of emotion.
He turns it into a nuzzle which then turns into messy kisses, going, “Omnomnomnom,” into her skin, although that’s really more Stiles’ gig than his. She doesn’t seem to mind if the laughter continuously burbling out of her is any indication.
She’s three months old.
Derek still has no idea what he’s doing.
Everything is terrifying; everything is confusion and bated breath and wonderment.
He kisses her again, rubs his jaw (stubble carefully maintained for soft baby skin), against her cheek. And it is, her skin is so soft.
She wiggles like a worm in his grasp and he lifts her up a little off of his chest and jiggles her gently around. Her eyes are wide and surprised. He cautiously does it again. She squeezes her eyes shut and gives a high-pitched raptor-like screech. It signifies the absolute pinnacle of her enjoyment. Stiles says it has something to do with how many times he watched Jurassic Park during his pregnancy.
Derek carefully jiggles her around some more and adds in his, “Ooohaa OOhhaaa” gorilla breathing.
She screams with glee, her face scrunching up and eyes squeezing shut with the force of her joy.
Stiles pounds out of the house and down the steps of the back porch. He flings himself to his knees beside Derek’s shoulder.
"Show me show me show me," He demands, breathless.
Derek jiggles her some more and adds the “OOohhhaaa Oooohaa” again.
She flails, tiny body encased almost wholly in his hands, and shrieks out high-pitched sounds of joy.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Stiles gasps. "Camera, phone, video need!"
Derek smirks and tilts her carefully sideways, so that she catches sight of Stiles.
She squeals with her raptor-noise.
Slowly, Stiles slides down until he’s lying on his back, pressed against Derek shoulder to thigh.
He reaches up and he and Derek negotiate and adjust until both of their hands are entwined, clasped around their daughter’s body.
"Omnomnomnom," Stiles growls.
"Ooooohaaa Oooohaaa Oooohaaaa," Derek breathes.
The gently jiggle her together.
Gloria flails, she warbles, and her small baby body is transported with her glee.
"Can babies pass out from happiness," Derek whispers to Stiles.
"I have no idea."
"I might be about to pass out from happiness," Derek whispers again after a pause.
"In self defense right? Because the human body was not made to contain such feelings of joy?"
Derek snorts. “Something like that.”
Stiles ‘hmmmms’ thoughtfully and then Gloria sneezes.
"Naptime!" They both chorus together.
Gloria scrunches her face and gives a decided air of non-cooperation.
Derek gives her about 35 more kisses before he relinquishes her to Stiles and they both pry themselves off the grass and back inside for naptime.
"Egggghhhhhh," Gloria voices her displeasure as they climb their stairs.
It’s her alien noise of supreme disapproval.
That one may be Derek’s fault.
"Our baby is awesommeeee," Stiles gloats as they reach the top of the stairs.
Gloria’s head is resting comfortable against Stiles’ neck, and Derek tilts his head down and just breathes in.
Stiles and Derek and Gloria.
This is Derek’s family. And it’s perfect.