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Sterek – Say Anything AU reverse bang! This hasn’t been written yet, but it could be you! Also available as a print on my etsy. Click the art to visit my patreon.
Ha! So…errr… ok! doodles without particular reason.
I just wanna draw something and not necessary had an ideaand do not mind me those little txts – I just see those characters how I’ve written.
I almost died
The day I lost you
I’ll keep breathing
Til my heart stops
Derek and Stiles – Selfie on the Beach
Who needs a pillow when you’ve got Derek.
Hiii!!! I would like #55 from the angst/fluff lista for Stiles/Derek ship!!! Please!!! Thank you!!!! 😁
“What happened last night?”
Stiles woke up with a pounding headache, without his shirt, and missing one of his shoes and both of his socks. “Motherfucker.”
“Language,” Derek said mildly.
Stiles sat straight up in bed, which was a really stupid idea because both his head and his stomach hated the motion. “Holy–what are you doing in my bed? What the fuck happened last night?”
Derek turned a page in his book and didn’t even bother looking over at Stiles. “First of all, you’re in my bed. Second of all, you graduated last night.”
“I…” Stiles trailed off and actually took in his surroundings. “Oh. Uh, how did I get in your bed?”
That seemed like a pretty important thing to know.
Derek reached over to the bedside table and handed Stiles a glass of water. “You passed out on it.”
Stiles drained half the glass. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this thirsty. Derek was a genius. “I passed out on your bed?”
“You wandered in here after a lot of whiskey and faceplanted on my pillow, talking about how good it smelled,” Derek said. “Seemed like a dick move to make you go somewhere else when you were so happy about it.”
Stiles could feel his face heat. He’d done a pretty good job of keeping his crush on Derek under wraps, but apparently drunk!Stiles hadn’t gotten the memo. “Oh, uh. Sorry about that.”
A smile twitched at the corner of Derek’s mouth. “It’s fine. I could’ve slept on the couch if it bothered me.”
It was early and Stiles was hungover. But something about the way Derek said it made him pause. “It…didn’t bother you? Me crashing in your bed?”
Derek shook his head. “No. It never does.”
Stiles set aside his water and slowly lay back down on the pillow. “So you don’t mind if I just stay right here?”
Derek’s smile spread slowly across his face and the tips of his ears turned faintly pink. It was adorable. “Stay as long as you like.”
Stiles grinned back. “You know, you’re never getting rid of me.”
Derek laughed softly. “Somehow, I think I’ll survive.”
Inspired by (x)
Sheriff really wants to ask who the hell is D? and why are his postcards covering up my fridge? But if he does, Stiles might move them. And there’s something to be said about waking up to his son’s sleepy smile as he drinks his OJ and fiddles with the placement of the magnets.
Nobody sees me, like you do
sterek + why haven’t you kissed me yet?
“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he enters the loft like he always does.
“Not your honey, dear,” Derek calls back.
“Not your dear, sweetums,” Stiles says as he toes off his shoes and puts his keys in the bowl while holding dinner in his other hand.
“Not your sweetums, babe,” Derek says, his tone bored because eventually he grows tired of this tradition, but he won’t be the first to give up.
Stiles sighs as he walks closer. “Not your babe, my snuggle bug.”
“Not your snuggle bug, darling,” Derek says, glancing at the crossword puzzle that’s in his lap.
Stiles sits next to him, their sides pressed together. He leans forward and places the Thai takeout on the coffee table and starts taking the containers out, separating them between the two of them. “Not your darling, love.”
And that catches Derek off guard, making him look up at Stiles. They have never used that pet name in their game. They have never used that word in regards to each other.
“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” Derek asks suddenly as he comes to the realization that they’ve been dating without him even knowing it.
Stiles looks at him surprised. “Uh, because I wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”
“I want you to,” Derek tells him quickly. “Do you want to?”
Stiles nods, his eyes flickering down to stare at Derek’s lips. “Yeah, more than anything.”
“Kiss me,” Derek says, and for the first time ever, Stiles listens to him.
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