Stiles never stops trying to improve his game.



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#no but #let’s talk about this for one minute okay #we wouldn’t be so interested in seeing these two characters hit it off if their fucking stares weren’t #always so GOD DAMN CHARGED #I mean it’s not slow motion doing this #it’s the DAMN FREAKING INTENSE LOOKS OKAY #I mean look #just look how everytime Stiles stares at Derek it’s like he’s looking more and more into his soul #Like he’s figuring the guy out piece by piece #every tragic, sensitive, unique detail that has made Derek who he is now #and Derek is helpless to watch himself unravel under Stiles amber eyes #there’s nothing NOTHING he can do to prevent being discovered #completely figured out by this amazingly earnest bravely honest sweetly loyal pale faced beautiful guy #HE CAN’T STOP IT #IT’S A TRAIN WRECK #GET OUT OF MY AWAY I NEED TA LEAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEE #WHat Have I donEEEEEEEEEEE
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the best kiss is the one that has been exchanged a thousand times between the eyes before it reaches the lips

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I don’t know why but I really like the idea of Derek who for reasons he doesn’t understand can still transform into a full wolf (not that he ever could in canon but let’s assume it’s an alpha thing that he could do and that he can still do as a beta/omega/whatever he is now)

And he changes into a wolf and goes into town and people sort of just pet him, feed him scraps, call him a good boy, and he needs that so much and that’s the only way he gets it. No one touches him when he’s a person. No one tells him he’s good or praises anything he does. People love dogs unconditionally and immediately but they don’t do that to other people.

And then one day he comes across Stiles, and Stiles does like everyone else, pets him, praises him, gives him some food and water, and for some reason getting that attention from someone he knows is something he needs more than from strangers. He ignores the fact that Stiles doesn’t know it’s him and would never say those things to him if he knew, not if he were in his human form.

He “runs into” Stiles several times a week for about a month and it’s great. He eats up the attention. Basks in the praise and the gentle way Stiles coos at him, “You’re so good. Such a good boy.” Pants happily as Stiles scratches behind his ears and strokes the thick fur between his shoulders.

Then one night, after a movie and pizza with everyone at Stiles’ place, Stiles is washing the glasses and Derek is drying them and Stiles turns to Derek with the water running, and says quietly enough that supernatural ears in the next room can’t hear, “You are good, you know.”

And Derek stills, panics, can’t breathe, can’t look at Stiles because holy shit how long has he known? He’s so embarassed.

Stiles continues talking though. “You’re a good person. You do good things. You’re good.”

And maybe Derek looks at Stiles, then, because he didn’t hear a lie in those words, he can tell Stiles is being sincere even though he doubts his own senses. Stiles is looking him in the eye and saying, again, “You’re good, Derek. You don’t need to look like a dog to hear it from me.”

And Derek’s face crumples a bit, because he thought it was great hearing it from Stiles before, but now Stiles is saying it to his face, saying his name, placing his open palm (wet, maybe soapy, but that’s okay) to Derek’s face and moving his thumb over Derek’s cheekbone and Derek huffs, remembers to breathe, and Stiles pulls him into a hug.

idk this is just a thing I think about a lot.


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Stiles with a bad head cold determined to blow Derek, and Derek is like what are you even doing Stiles and he’s just like “I’m gonna sug your dig,” and trying to be sexy and then promptly falls asleep with his face smooshed in Derek’s crotch. 

Stiles is stubborn. He’s relentless in pursuing what he wants, and it’s a quality Derek has always admired.

"Lemme sug you, Der’k."

Until now.

Derek just quirks an eyebrow from his side of the couch, poking at Stiles’s feet where they’re tucked beneath the wool blanket he’s been curled under for three days. His hand curls over Stiles’s ankle on top of the blanket as he inquires, “What?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “You know wha’ I said, you fuggin’ dig.”

"No," Derek replies, shaking his head. "No, I do not. Please let me have that illusion."

Stiles’s entire body tenses, eyes getting that faraway look as he stares at the television - it’s sort of similar to the look he gets before he comes, but then he sneezes all over the entire fucking apartment and Derek is never going to find him sexy ever again.

"Yeah, okay," Derek nods. "Please suck me off. It would be an honor to watch you choke on your own phlegm before I even come down your throat.”

Huffing, Stiles forces himself to sit up despite the wrecked coughing that sounds from his chest as he does. Derek hastens to push him back down, ready to recite all the information Melissa gave them about fucking bronchitis and how Stiles needs to take it easy and - well, essentially, stop being himself.

But Stiles just whines, “Y’come s’gonna make me feel better.”

"Are you high?"

Stiles shakes his head, wincing like the movement hurts him. It probably does, what with the amount of congestion the idiot’s been dealing with. “Wanna sug you, ‘kay? M’gonna make it real good. All slow and wet like you like.”

Derek grimaces. “That sounds horrible. My dick is not interested in being covered by your snot.”

Stiles scoots closer, letting his legs stretch out behind him as he pillows his chin on Derek’s thigh and blinks pitiful, bloodshot eyes up at him. “Please?”

"Are you actually under the assumption I could get it up right now?"

Stiles actually looks offended. “Why not?”

Derek covers his face with both hands and groans. He’s able to feel Stiles nuzzling at his dick through the thin fabric of his athletic shorts - they’re probably Stiles’s shorts, actually - and rolls his eyes as he pushes Stiles’s head away. “Stop, you weirdo. We’ll have all sorts of athletic sex when you’re able to breathe again, I promise.”

He’s waiting for a response, waiting for the snarky reply that Stiles always gives - 

And then he hears a snore.

Derek lets his head fall back against the couch and stares at the ceiling. One day, he thinks, he’ll stop falling in love with Stiles every single second of every single day.

He cards his hands through Stiles’s hair while the younger man sleeps and thinks, Today is not that day.

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  So I heard about Tyler Posey’s comments on Sterek, and I wasn’t going to address them, but then I saw how much hate and hurtful things are being thrown around right now.
  Yes, what Posey said should have been worded much differently. But here’s the thing: when has he ever used a filter?
  Tyler Posey has always put his foot in his mouth during interviews. And I think it’s because, (quite understandably) interviews make him  nervous.
  But no matter what’s been said, lashing out is not the answer. Please, guys don’t get involved. Just let this pass, and stay out of it.

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Ok but…


did they really just


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