~The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You’re barely waking
And I’m tangled up in you~
Stiles doesn’t necessarily have a habit of sleeping in Derek’s bed. Sometimes it just happens. Derek’s bed is more comfortable than his and he has like ten thousand pillows. So sometimes if Stiles is home alone in the apartment, he’ll slip out of his own room and nap in Derek’s. He’s pretty sure Derek knows and doesn’t care so he’s not having any moral struggle over it or anything.
He’s just finished the super long report he has to fill out for work so he decides to take a nap in Derek’s bed until Derek gets home with dinner. It sounds like the perfect waste of his afternoon to be honest.
As soon as he’s in the room he dives onto Derek’s bed, flopping back amid all the pillows and pushing the blanket out from underneath him to pull it over him. He moves some of the pillows out of the way because if his head is too elevated he’ll get a crick in his neck and rolls onto his side, sliding an arm underneath his pillow. He’s all ready to get settled down and drift off, but then his hand connects with something hard.
Stiles frowns, sitting up and moving the pillow. There’s a book underneath it. It looks pretty unassuming from the cover so he decides to flick through it, finding the page Derek left on – Derek’s a literary nerd so he usually reads the good stuff. He skims the page lazily until he gets to the last paragraph and his eyes widen in shock.
Holy shit. Derek’s reading a dirty book.
Lewis’s law is an observation she made in 2012 that states “the comments on any article about feminism justify feminism.” Lewis has written frequently about misogynist hate directed at women online.
Can we just repeat that a few more times,
“The comments on any article about feminism justify feminism.”
“The comments on any article about feminism justify feminism.”
bolded is important
Listening to heartbeat.
I don’t like fanon “puppy piles” and avoid fanfics with this tag, yet I think that Derek himself is prone to seeking physical contact and cuddling. He canonically touches everyone’s shoulders, even Jackson’s. That is a telling sign to me, because I myself hate touching. I’m often uncomfortable even if there is only 10 cm between me and a body, feeling an “aura pressure” and wanting to rub my skin. Therefore, no unrequited touching from me. Derek puts a protective wall of aggression and yet he pats Scott, reaches for Stiles’s hand after wolfsbane bullet, puts a reassuring hand on Isaac, etc. The wolfie needs comforting hugs like right now, honestly.
Stiles "Bedroom Eyes" Stilinski and Derek "Oh God He’s Looking At Me" Hale
After having used an entire weekend while I was sick, pulled an all-nighter on a work day and stayed up for 48 hours so I could keep working on this, I am officially finished. I’ve also realised how depressingly slow I still am at using photoshop, but I’m getting better!
Now I’m going to lie down and sleep for a few days.
Stiles/Derek, Teen Wolf.
another pool plot twist scene in the universe of STEREK fanart♥
"So, we have a deal, then," Stiles rolls into Derek, traces the spiral mark that matches his own over Derek’s heart. "I’m only allowed to kill you if you crease the Long Halloween, and you’re only allowed to kill me if I ever show anyone the video from the time you got drunk and wore a crown around the house, trying to sing Edge Of Glory to me."
Derek nods, shuffles closer and his hand finds Stiles’ mark, low on the left side of his back, presses into it in the familiar way he has for over five months. It still makes Stiles’ skin tingle. The odds of finding your soulmate, and of delighting in them, relishing them, actually enjoying arguing with them instead of wanting to kill them are so low. He’s pretty sure once Derek spotted their mark on Stiles’ skin, he’d spent a month avoiding him, purely out of fear Stiles might hurt him.The power trip gets to some people more than the joy of having found that person.
Stiles would never hurt Derek.
Stiles might actively find ways to wind Derek up, he might occasionally look for opportunities to make Derek huff, or snap his teeth at him, but it’s all in fun. He likes it when Derek laughs, and chases him around the apartment when he’s pissed about something, he likes the way Derek yawns in a hilarious high pitched fashion, and how intense his gaze is when he’s listening to Stiles. He doesn’t want Derek to go anywhere, he wants him to stay right here. With Stiles. Forever.
So, they’ve made a deal.
"And, that’s an awesome agreement, right?"
"That’s profound, Derek, really."
"Shu’up," Derek buries his nose against Stiles’ neck, nips at his skin, "Sleepin’."
"We just made an important deal here, dude," Stiles pokes his shoulder. "Don’t you have anything momentous to add."
"Lov’you, shut the fuck up."
Stiles grins down at the top of his head, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, man.”
Derek lets out a content sounding snore.
i can’t even -_-
i have only 2 hours of sleep left, but i just craved to draw smth
PS and Happy New Year by the way!=D *dies*
Thank you! Yes, I am indeedy - one of my TW charity fics that is doing double duty now as a big bang fic - a dragon rider!AU. Here’s a little snippet because it’ll be a while till I can post being a BB.
"Maybe they could bend the rules, just this once," Scott says. "We were picked up late. We didn’t get the three seasons to try like everyone else."
"Eighteen’s the cut-off," Stiles sighs, plucking the bottom of his shirt out of Scott’s grip so he can wipe over his sweaty face with it.
"I checked already. In about a week I’m going to be given my marching orders unless I can find another slot."
Stiles and Scott had become fast friends when they’d both ended up at the DRP facility under pretty much the same circumstances. They’d both taken the PCR test when they were fifteen like everyone else, and had both had negative results. A mandatory college rescreen as part of the application process and a more sensitive protocol was what it took for the guys from the DRP to turn up on his doorstep.
Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He’d watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening in freshman year at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he’d been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool, but Stiles had still been hanging on to the hope that in some still to be discovered way, he was special and for just a moment, it had seemed like that was true.
Except after three hatchings he hadn’t sparked with a single dragon, unlike Scott.
Scott eases his backpack off his back carefully and unzips it, digging Mika out of her dark hiding space. Scott has to keep in constant contact when Mika is this young and they’d found she hadn’t minded being toted around at all, in fact went promptly to sleep whenever the backpack was involved. Scott offers the small dragon to Stiles now, probably in an attempt to cheer him up.
That is not a typo.
Boop. Taking a break from this. Not even close to being done soo still a w.i.p.
yesterday we were just children
but now we’ve stepped into a cruel world