i only miss you every now and then
like the soft breeze blowin’ up from the caribbean
each november i break down and cry
but i can’t remember if we said goodbye
Tag sterek edit
How Do You Call Your Loverboy? by @eclecticklutz / Ithinkwehaveanemergency
“Oh Sylvia? Yes, Mickey? How d’you call your lover boy?” Stiles speaks along with the music, inflection and pitch changing perfectly along with the track. He grins as Derek arches an amused brow. He lowers his own brow an an exaggerated come-hither look. “Come here, loverboy.”
Derek stifles a laugh and starts in on his food in an attempt to hide the blush that graces his cheekbones while Stiles sings the rest of the song.
And if he gets redder still when Stiles randomly quotes some lines from the movie as the Dirty Dancing soundtrack plays on, the young renter doesn’t comment.
Sterek AU
Stiles starts dating Derek and he decides to tell his dad. And of course everything feels awkward, especially when telling your dad that you’re finally dating. And not just dating, but dating a guy. Who happens to be a werewolf, and is a bit older than you but he’s sure it will be fine. …He hopes.
“I’d care if you died.”
Teen Wolf AU: When Derek returns half-dead once again, Stiles thinks it’s about time someone told him he is the only one who doesn’t see how much he means to other people.
Teen Wolf AU: [14/?] [part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13] The Sheriff learns that Stiles and Derek have been spending more time together in a rather unfortunate way. He doesn’t take it well; neither does Derek, who still feels guilty about getting involved with a teenager. That leads to an angst-fest, which leads to an awkward dinner with the Sheriff.
– so thank you for that.
Happy Holidays lovely, hope you enjoy my gift to you!
Merry Christmas, @diamondvistaridge!
Slash Summer Challenge 2013 1/?
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“You’re not allowed to do that, okay, you’re not allowed to, to fucking,” Stiles’ voice hitches and Derek stops breathing, “to send me off. I can’t walk away again, I—”
“What?” Derek’s hands grip the upholstery. Fear rolls through him, the mouth of a wave, but he thinks maybe there’s something hopeful there, too, “Stiles.”
Stiles’ heartbeat is so loud. He whispers, “Don’t make me say it, Derek. Please.”
The enormity of his words makes Derek’s body clamp up, aching, arthritic. He looks down at his hands before he speaks again.
“You love me.“
Stiles closes his eyes. The car is warm, and Derek has never felt so cold.
the s o l i d one, the lost, the edge
yalc eht, tnarbiv eht, eno g n i v o m eht
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