ryvetted4:

#*whispers* but doesn’t this shirt looks like something Derek owns#and stiles borrowed?#look at it#it doesn’t look like Stiles#it looks like DEREK#and I’m drowning in feels here okay#Stiles still having a shirt/henley from derek#using it sometimes#but almost never#because he’s afraid it’ll lose the faint smell of Derek’s aftershave#stiles angrily hiding it in the back of his closet#because he doesn’t care okay#he doesn’t give a fuck is derek isn’t there#except he does#he really does#and that’s why he keeps it around#and some days#when shit is really hard#he wears it and tries to take some comfort from it#scott sees it and doesn’t say anything#and stiles pretends he isn’t doing anything out of the ordinary#but the pack knows#stiles misses derek#and so does everybody at that#stiles stilinski#derek hale#teen wolf#sterek (via badmooonrising)

banryeo:

blackcathikari:

banryeo:

banryeo:

one of my discarded ideas while having fun with mountain ash

#now I want the story where stiles traps them both #and derek stares at him because what and stiles goes #so about that relationhip talk you’ve been running away from for the last six months #I’d like to have it now #‘cause we’re together *together* enough that everyone who meets us thinks so #my *dad* thinks so no matter what I tell him #thr freaking senior council of the north american werewolf association keeps reffering to me as your mate in official documents #you keep falling asleep on me whenever we sit down on the couch together #and if I am the one to know the ins and outs of your favorite food stuff #to know how to fold your underwear and shirts and which soap to buy for you #I want to be the one who gets to know what it’s like to kiss you too #I want to be the one that gets to fuck you I want you to fuck me #I want you just you #and you can’t keep runningnot from this from me #(and no scott isn’t coming to save you) #(sorry not sorry) (via elisera)

omg i’d rather not reblog my stuff but i wept tears of joy when i saw these tags because yes please

Aaand have some fic to go with it. 🙂 Inspired by above beautiful art and brilliant tags! http://archiveofourown.org/works/944042

YISSSSSS

Fic Rec

sterekwrecked:

Title: Theory of Overprotective Canines
Author:

rosepetals42

Rating: T
Word Count:

11798

Status: Complete
Summary:
Stiles is totally looking forward to living alone in his super cool apartment off-campus. He is. He is also very excited to bike to school every day, ready to set up an awesome game room, and definitely over his crush on Derek Hale. Completely over it.

Or at least he is until Derek decides he’s moving in with him. And then turns out to be the perfect roommate. And then starts attending all his classes. As a wolf.

This is not going according to plan.

Okay, one or four will be perfect :D

brookesbutler:

4. We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

“You did
not –”

“Did
too.”

“How
could you –”

The
Sheriff shrugs, smirking. “Melissa has a big family.”

“I’m
your son!”

“I’m
well-aware of that.” Stiles’ dad answers, clasping his shoulder.
“You’ve grown into such an amazing man.”

Stiles
narrows his eyes. “No, you’re not allowed to play the proud dad
card. I’m staying mad.” He crosses his arms over his chest, leans
against the wall. “You need to fix this.”

“The
hotel is booked, son. There’s a spelling competition in town. Or
something.” He smiles. “I didn’t ask.”

Dad
–”

“It’s
okay.” Derek says, finally. “I’ll go to another hotel.” He
tells them.

“Not
happening, son.” Stiles’ dad stops Derek from moving, snatches the
key from Stiles’ hand and opens the door for them. “We want the
family to stay together, so you’re staying right here.” Stiles
doesn’t miss the way Derek’s ears go red at the words, it’s adorable.
“The bed is big enough for the two of you.” He gestures around.
“And if I recall correctly, it’s not like you haven’t shared one
before.”

Dad.”

“Stiles.”
His dad mocks. “We’ll be waiting at the bar. See ya.” And with a
last wink, he’s gone.

Stiles
sighs, knowing he’s lost this round. His dad is evil. “At least
there’s a couch.”

Derek
drops his bag to the floor. “Did he try to set you up with someone
before, or this is the first time?”

Stiles
shakes his head, defeated. “I guess he really likes you.” And he
knows Stiles likes Derek too, he thinks but doesn’t say. It’s a
lesson he will have to learn: never have heartfelt conversations with
his dad while drunk. That can never end well.

“At least someone does. I’ll
take a shower.” Derek says, heading for the bathroom without
sparing Stiles a second glance.

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zombeesknees:

#this sort of thing is legitimately better than the standard ‘finishing each other’s sentences’  #or just saying it at the same time  #the whole just not speaking words like humans  #just sort of random sentence fragments bc the drift compatibility is doing all the heavy lifting  #[WORDS WITHOUT CONTEXT]  #[OTHER RANDOM WORDS]  #[danny and rusty turn and act as one]  #everyone else: what just happened.  #I live for this sort of dialogue character building malarkey