Tag: this is so cute

indecentdrawer:

“There was a rock,” Derek says, putting on a cool face even though his cheeks and ears are burning.

“A rock,” Boyd says. “Because there’s a ton of rocks to trip over in a high school hallway.”

“A book,” Derek amends. Down the hall, Stiles says “ayyyy” again and Derek’s head whips around to look.

He trips again, this time dropping his notebooks and binder on his own feet, and Boyd rolls his eyes. (by sheepnamedpig)

dorkiest jock you’ll ever meet (x)

foreverblue-navy:

*AU where Stiles sings Sugar to Derek at a karaoke bar.


I don’t wanna be needing your love
I just wanna be deep in your love
And it’s killing me when you’re away
Ooh, baby,
‘Cause I really don’t care where you are
I just wanna be there where you are
And I gotta get one little taste

-Sugar  Maroon 5


for @thepsychicclam

Happy Birthday Rachel!!! I hope you’ve had a wonderful birthday!

( hehe Sugar! ) 

Electric blue bright

thedaughterofkings:

Written for Day Four of @sterekweek-2018: Alternate Universe! In the case of this fic, it’s a “Peter never recovered, so Laura and Derek never returned to Beacon Hills, Stiles never learned about the supernatural and only accidentally meets the Hales after moving to New York for college” AU! Happy reading 😀

Stiles’ dad had never been happy with him moving to New York.

It was right across the country, far too big and way too dangerous for the Sheriff’s peace of mind. While Stiles had stuck with his choice nevertheless, he has to admit that his dad had had a point. New York City is a big and loud and boisterous, truly the city that never sleeps, but it’s also very anonymous. Stiles hadn’t really had many friends his own age; it was really just Scott and some acquaintances, but he hadn’t ever felt alone in Beacon Hills. There had been all of the deputies and the grannies at the Sunday Bake Sale who always gave him extra large pieces of cake, and Stiles never expected to miss the whole town knowing him, but he does. Here everyone just does their own thing. He hasn’t even seen his roommate yet! The only evidence he even exists have been some very suspicious sounds in the middle of the night.

But at least Stiles hasn’t stumbled into a gang war yet either, like Scott assumed he would. He gave Stiles no more than a week, but he’s already been here a month and none of his fingers have been cut off yet, so take that Scott!

It’s quite possible that’s going to change today, though.

In Stiles’ defence, he’s a cop kid, through and through. His dad brought him up well, firmly installing that ‘help if you can’ mentality from a young age even just through leading by example. Being a small town cop kid in the big city isn’t the greatest combo, though, unfortunately. Case in point: he had thought he’d heard a dog whine in an alley on his way home from his last class and, momentarily forgetting where he was, he’d went to investigate.

Instead of a hurt dog, though, he’d found a woman with bright red eyes ripping out the throat of a bizarre creature, half wolf, half man, fully looking as though it had stepped out of a horror movie. A B rated one at that. Behind them, a guy sits slumped against the wall, bloody scratches covering his face and arms, chest rising and deflating rapidly as he drags in heavy breaths. Stiles’ heart stutters in his chest and the guy suddenly lifts his head, eyes bright, electric blue as they are staring at Stiles.

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