You guys if Deucalion really is blind I would pay 5 million dollars for him to say, the first time he encounters Stiles, “And which one are you? You smell delicious.”
In front of Derek.
(via jerakeenc)
i like to think that stiles and derek would pass out on the couch together after a rough day.
pencil and computer paper + photoshop cs3 for colors. i like how this turned out; i think i’ll draw some more using this process.
(via devildoll)
DEREEEEEKKKK
THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOLF, SCOTT, shoving your hands in your pockets, keeping your distance, the unutterable loneliness of not being able to say to anyone—anyone—”wanna go get a burger? I’m buying,” and know that they’ll say, “yeah, sure,” if they don’t have somewhere else to be, band practice or whatever, looking at the sick, sad fear and misery on someone else’s face and knowing it you caused it, indirectly, but still, just leaving the burnt kitchen chairs upended and broken on your porch, not even bothering to move them so you don’t have to be reminded of it, tipping back in your chair and your mom saying “Four on the floor,” the time you ignored her and went over backwards, laughing and laughing about it, the sunlight streaming in the kitchen windows and lighting you up, the bite is a GIFT.
it’s okay
i’m fine
Excuse me, I must have something in my eye. I’m fine, really.
(Source: savethehales)
i am 92% positive those are stiles’s hands, what say you
STILES: YOU’RE SO TENSE. I AM THE BEST AT BACKRUBS
SCOTT: OMG, THIS IS WHAT PAIN FEELS LIKE
STILES: WHATEVER, MAN. I HAVE MAGIC FINGERS
SCOTT: THE PAIN. WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS
OH MY GOD IS THAT GOING TO BE BABY SCOTT?!?
BABY SCOTT MY FEELSING WHY.
(via lielabell)
Sterek AU | Stiles was hurt during a run in with another pack and Derek naturally can’t stop blaming himself.“Go to sleep, Derek.”
“Okay.”
“I’m serious, i can feel you doing your creepy watching-me-while-i-sleep shit.” Derek sighs. Stiles can feel him fidgeting next to him. ”Derek…”
“You’re not sleeping either.”
“I would, except my boyfriend won’t stop thinking so loudly.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Then stop.”
“Not for that.”
“I know. Now shut up and let me sleep.”
(via deucaliony)
The one where Derek’s a barista who accidentally woos Stiles with latte art
For Daunt as a belated valentines failwolf (I feel I deserve extra points for failing at both Failwolf Friday AND Valentines – that takes skill, man).
Betaed by the amazing Verity, who, without a doubt, kept me from FUCKING THIS UP BEYOND ALL MEASURE, HOLY GOD. Bow to her coffee-making genius. BOW I SAY!
Points also go to Halffizzbin, who pointed out to me that this was a thing:
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Derek hears Stiles before he sees him, mostly because Stiles hasn’t yet learned how to enter The Halemouth without half falling through the door. He doesn’t let himself look up, instead surreptitiously taking down a mug from the shelf and adding a few pumps of hazelnut syrup. It’s absolutely because it’s the closest thing to hand and not because Stiles always moans a little bit around his first sip if Derek puts hazelnut in it.
“Dude!” Stiles says, and Derek looks up to find Stiles practically vibrating at the counter in front of him. “You gotta tell me about werewolf mating rituals!”
Derek fumbles hooking the portafilter, because Jesus. “What?”
Stiles uses his old, beaten laptop as an arm rest as he leans across the counter. Derek would feel sorry for the thing, but he knows it’s been through worse. Stiles wrote his first best-seller on that antique and it’s chugged on ever since. “Mating rituals,” Stiles says giddily, like he didn’t fry Derek’s brain with it the first time. “I need it for the ending of the Roth Trilogy.”
Derek leans over to grab a fresh bottle of milk from the fridge and when he straightens up, Stiles’ cheeks are a distracting pink. Derek feels mildly satisfied that talking about fucking mating rituals seems to affect him like a normal human being.
Stiles clears his throat. “But yeah – I’ve decided Leon and August are gonna have to go undercover as a mated pair and-“
“Leon and August?” Derek says before he can stop himself, twisting the cap off the jug. “Really?”
Stiles grins. “Fuck yes, really – I’ve been planning this shit since halfway through book one,” he says, and Derek has to swallow a little hard because that’s around the same time he’d started picturing Stiles’ two main characters as him and Stiles. “Speaking of,” Stiles says. “Is knotting a thing?”
Derek sloshes the milk everywhere.
