I just needed a little encouragement to write this, so thank you! I had this half-written in my head as sterek, so I hope that’s cool! (On AO3)
“I still don’t know why we had to have the pack vacation in
the middle of nowhere,” Stiles says, staring up dubiously at the cabin. Sure,
it’s two stories tall and has a balcony, but it still looks pretty rustic.“It has all the amenities,” Lydia says, rolling her eyes at
him. “And besides, it’s werewolf friendly.”Stiles had heard that phrase thrown around many times during
the discussion and planning of this trip, but he’s still not sure what it
means. “What, exactly, is werewolf friendly?”“Lots of trails and open spaces to run, and no neighbors for
miles and miles,” Lydia says, like it should be obvious. “Also, all the rooms
are soundproofed.”
Tag sterek
#this is the expression i imagine he has when Stiles says i love you for the first time#big wide bambi eyed surprise#who ME (via felicitysmock)
Sterek – Season 1
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.
Hello again! This is another sterek fanart I did for the @fandomcares project. They organize silent charity auctions in order to help sterek/steter fans in need.
Thank you so much @mysenia for bidding on me! I hope you like the drawing! ❤
And everyone out there, if you can, please drop by the fandomcares blog and help bidding on coming auctions, or reblog the posts to spread the word! Thank you so much!
stiles is getting built and is signing up people to get inside him
what can we do to get you inside the stiles, today?
#crying#stiles as the architect#names his building after himself#thinks its hilarious#hey wanna get in me babe eyebrow waggle (via bleep0bleep)
#JESUS CHRIST#derek as the contractor#and stiles keeps on calling him#’the man who’s erecting my building’#or building my erection #BYE#THE STILES
(via statisticallymorelikely)BUILDING HIS ERECTION
OMG
OMG
Stiles calling Derek in the middle of the night and waking him up with some idea of what he wants in his building and starting with “I need to talk to you about my erection”. Derek is half asleep and confused so they conversation ends with confused phone sex. Stiles realising what happened after they’ve hung up and he’s tucking himself away and messaging back “fyi, I meant my building but that was definitely good too. Ttyt.”
These are the 8 signs that he loves you.
I wanted only you.
The one in which Stiles goes undercover as a high school senior to bust a drug ring that’s lead to the death of two students so far. He’s making good progress in his case when his AP Chemistry teacher has to take her maternity leave early due to preeclampsia, which wouldn’t matter except for the fact that Stiles trips on his own feet and nearly knocks his front teeth out on a lab table the next day when he walks in and sees their sub, Mr. Hale, who raises and eyebrow that makes Stiles rush to his seat and focus on gruesome memories of the last Saw movie to keep from further embarrassment.
When Mr. Hale dismisses the class at the end of the period it comes with a dreaded, “If you could stay a moment Stilinski.”
Wiping sweaty palms across the thighs of his jeans, Stiles slings his backpack over his shoulder and inches his way up to Mr. Hale’s desk.
Glancing up from his attendance roster, Mr. Hale glances at the closed door and then up at Stiles, pinning him in place. “Unless I’m having an aneurism, you graduated seven years ago Stiles.”
Stiles’ knees go wobbly and he collapses in the plastic chair in front of Derek’s desk. “What the hell are you doing here? When did you start substitute teaching?”
“What am I doing here?” Derek raises an eyebrow again and Stiles almost has to look away, until he follows up with a grindingly irritating, “Really?”
Muttering a flurry of curses under his breath, Stiles crosses his hands over his chest. “I’m undercover, okay?” is followed by a low aside of, “Fuck me,” and then, “What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were, like, Beacon Hills for life.”
Gracefully ignoring Stiles’ lack of grace, Derek prods. “Undercover?”
“FBI,” Stiles spits. “If you mess this up Derek. I swear to God, I will shoot you.”
“Really? You’re not worried about you messing it up?”
Glaring across the desk at his ex, Stiles sneers, “Thanks for that,” before clambering to his feet and storming out.
nothing can stop me
nothing holds me back
think you can slow me down?
knock me off my track?
theproblemwithstardust 