Stiles thought he had been doing pretty well about keeping his relationship with his lecturer’s TA a secret; except after accidentally wearing Derek’s jacket to Lydia’s house, they may have finally been found out.
(Source: keepingmagicalsecrets)
Ali's Antics
This blog will be full of all the randomness I can fathom. It will include slashy slash of the most wonderful kind. Mostly Sterek, some Merthur, and much much Teen Wolf. I will most likely ramble quite a bit, so I hope you'll look forward to it.
Anything and everything may be asked, I just can't say the same for answers. ;) This is for anything and everything. Son't be offended if I dislike your stuff though.
June192013
June182013
Wella wella wella hmmm…
(Source: shercocklocked, via paperkrane)
8PM
If you get any of the pizzas wrong, guess what we’re gonna do in your room.
You two are assholes.
You love us. Popcorn, Scott!
They initially tried to not shove their relationship in Scott’s face but after a while, they used the situation to their advantage. Why? Because (❀◕ ∀◕)ﾉヽ(◕∀ ◕❀)
wasting mobile internet to post jerk boyfriends
8PM
inspired by 3x03 and Derek’s resignation in the face of death
“Like anybody’d care,” Derek mumbles, face turned away. Stiles makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and Derek glances at him.
“Dude!” He says, voice annoyed and cracking, “do you know how like…fucking…boring it’d be around here if you died!” Stiles huffs, arms gesticulating wildly as he speaks. Derek gives him a look of disbelief, a tight scowl with something like hope burning at the edges.
“Seriously, who the hell would I engage in witty banter with,” he argues. “Peter?” He says it like an insult and the corner of Derek’s mouth quirks. Stiles grins at him, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the dude’s a worthy opponent but burying someone in a crawl space really puts a bit of a damper on the potential for a future relationship, you know?”
Derek still doesn’t look entirely convinced, but his body turns in Stiles’ direction, who shuffles forward a bit. “You’re kind of the sole reason I was a wanted fugitive for several months,” Derek points out.
“Okay, one…half of that was definitely Scott’s fault—“
“You’ve left me for dead,” Derek reasons.
“I felt bad about it!” Stiles shouts, but Derek is smirking now. “Besides, you slammed my head into a steering wheel!” Stiles reasons.
“You used my body as a form of bribery,” Derek argues.
“Punched me in the hand,” Stiles waves it in front of him, “It’s still bruised, I’ll probably have really bad tendonitis when I’m older, never be the piano player I’ve always dreamed. My hopes for the future have been crushed by your unwieldy wolf powers,” Stiles pouts.
Derek rolls his eyes, but his shoulders are less tense, the lines around his face smoothing out to something less harsh. There’s a long pause, Stiles scuffing the toe of his shoe on the floor beneath him, awkwardly.
“Look,” Stiles says, voice soft, contrite, “I know almost dying is sort of part of the whole,” he gestures between them,” job description, thing, you know?” Derek catches his gaze before Stiles drops his. “But just…just stop making decisions based on some asinine belief that no one cares, okay?”
Derek looks like he’s about to argue, and Stiles shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders. “Because I care, alright? Like…” he sighs heavily and flushes. Derek stares at him in stunned disbelief and Stiles feels his heart rate quicken, thumping loud in his chest.
“I’m not saying I want to be werewedded and raise your pups or anything, dude, just like…that it’s…you know it’s been…I mean it hasn’t sucked having you around or anything, lately.” Stiles’ hands fall listlessly to his sides and he sighs.
“I uh…” Derek clears his throat, stares at Stiles with his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. Stiles blinks at him, rolls his eyes. “You’re…useful,” Derek offers. Stiles raises a brow and stares at him.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he clutches at his chest dramatically. Derek huffs out an annoyed breath and turns to walk away. “Dear Diary,” Stiles narrates, trailing after him, “Derek Hale almost made a nice. Tomorrow, I’m going to share my pudding cup with him and see if he expresses emotions.”
“Go home, Stiles,” Derek throws over his shoulder.
“Okay, but I know your physical intimidation tactics are really just your way of expressing your fondness for me,” Stiles shouts after him, “no use denying it.”
“And you like me more than my homicidal undead uncle,” Derek tosses back.
Stiles smirks, waits until he’s nearly out of earshot, “those would make wonderful vows.”
Several yards away, Derek smiles for the first time in weeks.
3PM
.the sword and the faith.: .fic: All Taken Care Of (PG-13 || implied Stiles/Derek).
“—and that’s it,” Stiles says and Scott leans in over his shoulder, watches Stiles flipping through website’s on his phone. “Yep. I’ve got most of what we need and Lydia is taking care of the rest. We’re all set.”
“Good work,” Scott says, smiling at Stiles when he looks at him.
“Right,” Derek…
3PM
Spoilers S3e3: When Stiles is looking at bodies
Even though Stiles is looking at a dead body, of a guy that is around his age Stiles is still pretty steady. Cracking jokes about brain matter, analyzing the situation. Momma McCall treats him like an adult because that’s how she sees him, because that’s how Stiles acts. He’s strong, and even though he is under enormous stress and has to fear for his life and everyone he loves lives, he is there when people need him unfailingly.
And then he sees Heathers body. And he knows it’s hers, knows even before Mama McCall pulls the blanket up. Because Stiles is informed, he makes a point to know everything he possibly can so he’s not taken by surprise by anything. He knows there is no one else missing except the new girl who hasn’t been found. And Stiles looks, looks at Heather and falls apart a little bit more. And Mama McCall looks at him and sees what he is: just a kid. A kid who knows that life is so short, and has been forced to forgo the belief that his youth will save him, that their age will protect them.
Stiles sees a beautiful, young, full of life girl in his memory and now he sees her dead, used. And you can see the moment when Mama McCall realizes that this is Stiles, the little boy that was always getting into things when his mom brought him over to play with Scott. Who always got the bot of them inexplicably filthy, talking a mile a minute. And she sees him as that little kid and the regret is obvious on her face, as is the guilt.
Because right now Stiles is both an adult and a child. He is so close to breaking, but he won’t. Not when he protects the people he loves, not when he can’t slip no matter what. And so he gathers all the information he can, researching compulsively as though that can protect the people he loves if he knows just a little bit more. And he protects his dad, desperate that he won’t get involved because Stiles couldn’t handle having another person to worry about. He’s stretched so thin it’s a wonder he hasn’t broken already.
Stiles is 16, wondering if he’ll make it to 17. Because in his life there is no guarantee. After all, so many around him haven’t. So why would he, when he knows what’s out there, knows the threat.
2PM
my-beds-perfect-for-hiddleston:
beards make you hotter.
this is science.
Actually having more facial hair/stubble is a sign of higher fertility in men. So yes it is actual science.
MMM DAT MUSTACHE THO
lexigirl20:
God Derek must be so freaking fertile!
(Source: nicholasandrews, via thewalterbeforethisone)
2PM
Teen Wolf AU: Summer fling AU, for Anthaila, who asked for something inspired by Theophany’s Time’s End. I hope this satisfies you; as you can see, it got tangled up with another ficlet I was writing for this prompt going around on tumblr and in the end they just melded and I thought, yeah, fuck it, that’s the same verse and should be the same story.
Two Solitudes
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In the end, Stiles thinks, they were always going to end up here. He should’ve known, straight from the beginning. It’s Derek’s heavenly looks and his own self-consciousness in his, well, in his everything, that prompted him to convince himself that he and Derek would never ever happen, but in the end….
In the end, they’re two lonely souls. Broken people gravitate towards each other. Maybe to examine the jarred edges of the other’s pieces and tell themselves that they’re not the most fucked-up person in the world, that there’re others who are more broken than they are. Maybe because they like thinking they’re not alone in their fucked-upness. Maybe because they enjoy breaking other’s apart even further. Maybe because everyone is drawn towards what’s beautiful and broken.
It doesn’t matter. Whatever the reasons, the result stays the same.
2PM
In which Spock is a sassy little shit.
(via nooby-banana)
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