Sterek lazy morning kiss. (taking requests at the moment)
I’m gonna say that someone in the pack got to the shooter and took care of him right after Stiles got hit.
And then Derek carries Stiles to the hospital after, obvs.
WHOOPS, NO KISSING ‘CAUSE STILES IS PASSED OUT.
okay fine here’s some kissing
and some ‘Derek blames himself for everything’ guilty expressions
MUGS, SHIRTS, TOTE BAGS AND LAPTOP CASES AVAILABLE! <3
“Don’t.” He slides his fingertips over Derek’s mouth to stop him from speaking. “I wish you would just stop punishing yourself. I wish you would stop thinking everything is your fault.”
Derek averts his gaze, buries his face again in Stiles’ hoodie while Stiles continues to stroke his hands through his hair. “You’ve never made me do anything I didn’t want to do. You forget that I have a mind of my own, that I made my own decisions. You are not responsible for my choices, or for what you think are my mistakes.”
Carefully, Stiles slides a hand around his chin, says, “Look at me.”
Derek remains silent but tips his head back a little. His face is like an open book for once: sorrow etched in crinkles around his eyes, guilt branded in the line of his mouth, pain mirrored in the bow of his brows and apology vast in his eyes. It’s like getting a knife wedged between the ribs, looking at Derek now.
Stiles takes one of Derek’s hands and places it on his chest, right over his heart. “I do not regret coming with you. I would do it again.”
Derek opens his mouth, closes it without a sound coming out and swallows hard. “Why?” It breaks Stiles’ heart how shattered he sounds.
“Because I chose you, Derek,” Stiles answers, tries to encompass the truth of his words with conviction in his voice. Derek’s fingers twitch over his heart. “I want to be with you. I chose you, and I want y—I’d really like it if you chose me, too.”
Derek in turn takes one of Stiles’ hands, strokes the tips of his fingers gently over the sensitive skin of his wrist, and places his palm over his own heart.
“I will always choose you.” Derek puts his hand over Stiles’, squeezes lightly. “Over everything else.”
Stiles braces his knees left and right of Derek’s hips, sits down on his thighs slowly while Derek’s hand slips from his chest. He hooks his arms around Derek’s neck, pushes their foreheads together so they’re breathing the same air. It feels good, so good, and even though Derek’s been gone for only a night it feels like an eternity.
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting that much lately, I’m working (with Leah) on something that, hopefully, would be done soon!
So for waiting here is some Stiles and Derek for y’all! Oh and that’s cheese :D
this guy right here needs a bigger fandom
his little self was charming
he’s cute as a dozen of kittens
dat acting skills though
btw he’s actually hot
and let’s all admit that his joffrey was legen-freaking-dary
just look at this evil little asshole
but he’s the way he is because of this amazing actor
and kneel for the king Jack Gleeson
08 - Your OTP: Sterek
I’M LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD AT HOECHLIN WHAT AN ADORABLE CLUELESS WOODLAND CREATURE I JUST WANT TO PET HIM AND FEED HIM BERRIES