Who decided that Stiles should let his hair grow out?
i think i might have inhaled you
i can feel you behind my eyes (x)
“Unlike Stiles, I am actually innately shy and I am not as quick as he is to be confident in what he has to face. But we’re similiar in the way he feels about his friends and how he is loyal to them… and how he would do anything for them.” - Dylan O’Brien, Fashionisto Magazine
remember that time Stiles punched Jackson in the face.
No but really, why don’t we talk about this? How he socks him GOOD, not just a light punch, and Scott has to pull him back to KEEP HIM FROM DOING MORE. THIS RIGHT HERE FOLKS, this is our first view of that rage he hides behind the humor. THIS IS WHY I WRITE HIS WOLF AS SO AGGRESSIVE, because take away the sarcasm coping mechanism and you have a truly fucked up kid. A kid who holds it together for his friends and dad. A kid who had to grow up fast. A kid who saw way too much of the worst this world has to offer even before he knew werewolves were a thing.
Stiles Stilinski’s the funnyman but it’s a mask. A well worn mask, but still a mask, and this is why the Nogitsune is so dangerous in him.
is isaac sersiously checking out stiles’s butt
omfg. the super slight eyebrow raise and then he looks at his face.
GUYS I REALLY NEED TO WRITE THIS EVEN THOUGH IT’S BADWRONG AND DEPRAVED:
I WANT AN AU IN WHICH STILES IS THE SON OF THE KING/CHIEFTAIN AND IT IS CONSIDERED TRADITION FOR EVERY MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY TO HAVE THEIR VERY OWN TAME WEREWOLVES FROM BIRTH, LIKE, THEIR VERY OWN LIFELONG FURRY BODYGUARDS
THE WEREWOLVES ARE TRAPPED IN THEIR WOLF BODIES BY MAGICAL COLLARS THAT ALSO FORCE THEM TO BE OBEDIENT TO AND PROTECTIVE OF THE PERSON THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO GUARD
ANYWAY, PRINCE STILES IS BORN AND IS DEREK IS IMMEDIATELY “ASSIGNED” TO HIM
AND WATCHES OVER HIM AND WATCHES HIM GROW, RIGHT FROM THE CRADLE ONWARDS; DEREK LETS A BABY STILES PULL ON HIS FUR AND GIGGLE AND FALL ASLEEP AGAINST HIM; DEREK FOLLOWS A TODDLER STILES AROUND TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T FALL AND HURT HIMSELF OR PICK UP THE WRONG SORTS OF THINGS AND EAT THEM; DEREK SITS NEXT TO A YOUNG STUDENT STILES AS STILES IS SUBJECTED TO HOURS OF BORING LESSONS FROM PRIVATE TUTORS AND AMUSES HIMSELF BY PLAYING CATCH WITH DEREK’S WAVING TAIL; DEREK SETTLES AT STILES’S FEET DURING DINNERTIME AND GENTLY TAKES FOOD FROM STILES’S FINGERS WHEN STILES REACHES DOWN TO FEED HIM
IT DOESN’T TAKE LONG FOR DEREK TO REALIZE THAT HE’S STARTED TO CARE ABOUT THE STILINSKI HEIR MORE THAN HE SHOULD, THAT IT’S GONE BEYOND MAGIC AND RIGHT INTO HIS HEART, BECAUSE ALL HE WANTS IS FOR STILES TO BE SAFE, FOR STILES TO BE HAPPY, AND IT’S -
IT’S HORRIFYING BECAUSE DEREK IS BEING FORCED INTO THIS SERVITUDE, AND HE FEELS BETRAYED BY HIS OWN MIND BECAUSE HE’S STARTING TO LIKE IT, TO WANT IT, TO NEED IT BECAUSE IT ALLOWS HIM TO CURL AROUND STILES AT NIGHT AND KEEP STILES WARM
DEREK HATES BEING TRAPPED IN HIS WOLF’S BODY, HATES TRYING SO HARD TO MAINTAIN HIS HUMANITY IN AN ANIMAL’S BODY, BUT HE LOVES STILES, LOVES STILES LIKE HE WOULD LOVE HIS OWN CUB, LIKE HE WOULD LOVE HIS OWN…
AND THAT’S - THAT’S HORRIFIC, BECAUSE DEREK HAS ALL BUT RAISED STILES, AND YES, STILES IS SIXTEEN, NOW, BUT HE’S STILL YOUNG AND DEREK IS A BEAST UNSUITED TO HIM, NOT EVEN HUMAN, A WOLF WITH SLAVERING JAWS AND TALONED PAWS, MADE TO REND AND KILL, AND LOVE SHOULD BE BEYOND HIM, BUT IT ISN’T, EVEN THOUGH IT’S SO WRONG
MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE DEREK HASN’T SPENT TIME WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STILES FOR YEARS AND YEARS; MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE STILES’S SCENT IS THE ONLY SCENT HE RECOGNIZES AS PACK ANYMORE
OR MAYBE IT’S JUST SOME ROOT OF EVIL WITHIN DEREK, TO DESIRE A GROWING STILES LIKE THIS, AND MAYBE THAT EVIL IS WHY DEREK HAS BEEN SPELLED INTO SERVITUDE IN THE FIRST PLACE, MAYBE THIS IS WHY HE’S BEING PUNISHED
AND IT DOESN’T HELP THAT STILES LOVES HIM BACK, ALBEIT FAR MORE INNOCENTLY; IT DOESN’T HELP THAT STILES IS AS PROTECTIVE OF HIM AS HE IS OF STILES; IT DOESN’T HELP THAT STILES SEEMS LESS CLOSE TO OTHER HUMAN BEINGS THAN HE DOES TO DEREK, THAT STILES PREFERS SPENDING TIME WITH DEREK RATHER THAN THE GIRLS AND BOYS HE’S INTRODUCED TO AS POTENTIAL SPOUSES, THE GIRLS AND BOYS THAT MAKE DEREK WANT TO DESTROY THEM FOR SO MUCH AS HOPING FOR STILES’S TOUCH, FOR STILES’S FAVOR, FOR STILES’S BODY
BECAUSE IT’S A BODY THAT DEREK WANTS TO CLAIM AS HIS OWN, BESTIAL AS HE IS, AND HE FEELS MORE AND MORE LIKE HE’S A DANGER TO STILES, BUT HE STILL CAN’T LEAVE, STILL CAN’T PULL AWAY, BECAUSE HE IS AS BOUND TO STILES BY DESIRE AS HE IS BY MAGIC
AND THEN ONE NIGHT, WARM AND NAKED IN BED AND WITH HIS ARMS WRAPPED AROUND DEREK, STILES WHISPERS: “I SWEAR IT SEEMS LIKE YOU KNOW ME, SOMETIMES, THAT YOU GET ME, AND - AND I KNOW THEY TOLD ME NEVER TO TAKE YOUR COLLAR OFF, THAT YOU’D GO BERSERK AND KILL ME, BUT I DON’T… I DON’T BELIEVE THEM. I JUST DON’T. YOU’RE MINE, AND I’M YOURS, RIGHT? YOU COULDN’T HURT ME ANY MORE THAN YOU COULD HURT YOURSELF. SO I’M… I’M TAKING IT OFF, AND I’M - I WANT YOU TO BE WITH ME ‘CAUSE YOU’RE FREE, YOU KNOW? NOT BECAUSE YOU’RE BOUND. YOU’RE NOT MY PET; YOU’VE NEVER BEEN MY PET. YOU’RE MY FRIEND.”
AND DEREK’S SOUL BURNS AT THAT, BURNS WITH VICTORY AT BEING LOVED SO TRULY, AND BURNS WITH DEFEAT AT BEING LABELED A FRIEND, BUT HOW ELSE WOULD STILES VIEW AN ANIMAL? STILES DOESN’T KNOW THAT WEREWOLVES ARE PART-HUMAN; IT’S BEEN KEPT FROM HIM, LIKE IT’S BEEN KEPT FROM EVERY ROYAL HEIR UNTIL IT’S THEIR TIME TO INHERIT
DEREK HOLDS HIS BREATH AS STILES TAKES OFF THE COLLAR, AS STILES HOLDS HIS BREATH AS WELL - AND THEN, IN A SURGE OF MAGIC, DEREK IS FREE
AND HE TRANSFORMS, UNSTOPPABLY, SNARLING AS HIS BONES LENGTHEN AND HIS FORM CHANGES, AND HE HEARS STILES GASP BENEATH HIM, SUDDENLY SKIN-TO-SKIN AGAINST DEREK AS DEREK LOOMS OVER HIM AND TRAPS STILES’S WRISTS IN ONE HAND AND PLACES THE OTHER OVER STILES’S MOUTH
"DON’T SCREAM," DEREK SAYS, HIS HUMAN VOICE DISUSED AND HOARSE, AS STILES STARES UP AT HIM WITH WIDE, FRIGHTENED EYES
If Stiles could turn into any were-animal of any sort, what would he turn into?
New York was pretty much everything Derek hated conveniently wrapped up in a loud, dirty city, and he often asked himself why a twenty-four year old man still let himself be bullied by his older sister.
The truth was, of course, he couldn’t bear to be living more than half an hour away from Laura, not since their family died. So he braved the smell, the crowds, and the general nuisance of the bustling streets of Manhattan because he wasn’t able to say no to her pout.
The only times Derek could tolerate the city was when he was walking around Central Park and he managed to snag his favorite spot before all the tourists and hipster white girls with their pumpkin spice lattes and Instagram got there.
He hated when that happened.
Today was one of those days. He’d gotten a call from work saying that he needed to come in on the weekend, and so he had decided to finish rereading Oedipus in the park before his whole day was ruined. But when he got there, he was horrified to find that the hipsters had already settled in, their checkered picnic blanket spread out comfortably between the two rocks where Derek liked to stretch his legs out. They looked like elven princesses, what with their tall, slender bodies, jean jackets and flowy hippie skirts, and their flower crowns. It was ridiculous and Derek wanted to maybe lie on the floor and question his life choices for a few hours.
So he decided to read on the only empty bench close to where the girls were, just so he could swoop in and claim his spot back the second they left. Settling back into the bench with a wince because ouch, he flipped open his book and had only read a few lines when he caught movement at the edge of his periphery. He looked up, intrigued, to find a young police officer saddling up his horse.
The boy was lean, but the way the breadth of his uniform stretched across his shoulders took Derek’s breath away. He was pale, his skin splashed with a spattering of moles that Derek could vividly picture himself mapping with his tongue, which of course led to the tips of his ears burning red just as the pretty cop glanced up and caught his gaze. The guy smiled shyly and Derek nodded in acknowledgement, his face still flushed and went back to his book.
He had nearly gotten to the scene of the big reveal when he heard the sound of hooves clip-clopping their way towards him and he looked up to find the same police officer approaching. Blinking, he closed his book and stared at him for a long moment.
Derek coughed awkwardly. “Is something wrong?” he asked roughly, wincing internally when the words came out harsher than he had intended.
The officer tilted his head thoughtfully. “Yes there is,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, the metal of his badge glinting in the sunlight. Stilinski, it said. There was another pause before,
“You are under arrest for being smoking hot, sir.”
Derek blinked, because, really?
He squinted up at the police officer, who had a dumb grin on his face, and Derek was surprised to find himself having to resist the smile tugging at the corners of his own mouth. Instead, he shot the guy a painfully dry and unimpressed look, his eyebrows raised.
“You’ve been watching me for over 20 minutes, and that’s the best you can come up with?”
Stilinski blinked, obviously taken aback. “I, uh…” he trailed off, unsure, and Derek went back to his book with a smirk.
“No, hey, see that wasn’t even my line!” he protested, and Derek looked back up to where he had stepped closer and damn, Derek was not prepared for that kind of exposure. “I googled it,” he admitted with a sigh, startling Derek into a sharp burst of laughter.
“You wanna try again?” Derek asked, offering the guy a small smile and watching, entranced, as he ducked his head, a flush spreading across his cheekbones.
“I’m not really good at this stuff, so,” he shrugged, and Derek got up, sticking his book back into his bag and sticking his hand out.
“I’m Derek,” he offered, and Stilinski blinked at it for a brief moment before a wide smile swept across his face.
“Stiles,” the guy said, taking Derek’s hand in his and giving it a firm shake. “S’nice to meet you.”
Okay, so maybe the city might not be as bad as he originally thought.
“That was the worst pick up line I’ve ever heard,” Derek slurred into Stiles’ ear, fingers digging into the meat of Stiles’ hips and relishing the way Stiles let out a moan.
“Oh god it was three months ago, let it go,” Stiles replied breathily, dragging his lips across the stubble on Derek’s jaw and nipping at his ear. “And it still got you to sleep with me.”
“If I recall correctly,” Derek said with a raised eyebrow as he pulled back a little to look Stiles in the eye, his fingers fumbling at the button of Stiles’ pants. “I was the one who asked you out to dinner that first night.”
“Semantics,” Stiles shrugged, and Derek rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t want to,” he said, his eyes going dark when Derek dropped to his knees.
Derek pulled Stiles’ jeans down and pressed a kiss to the crease between Stiles’ thigh and his groin. “I wouldn’t still be dating you if I didn’t want to.”
“Sap,” Stiles teased, and hissed when Derek followed the kiss up with a quick bite.
“Maybe you should be nicer to the guy literally about to suck your dick,” Derek offered, and Stiles beamed down at him.
“You’re the greatest, babe,” he giggled, and Derek sighed. “This is where you have laid your affections, Hale.”
Derek looked up at Stiles, meeting his gaze steadily. “And I don’t regret a thing,” he said quietly, feeling the weight of Stiles’ hand in his hair.
“This got way too feelings-y for a blowjob,” Stiles said with a sigh, and Derek raised an eyebrow.
“Are you saying no?”
Stiles scoffed, his fingers tightening in Derek’s hair. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”