20
May
Yep. I’m pretending that none of the shits in TW’s trailer happened.
La la la la la! Look! Unicorns, raimbows and fluffy puppies! YAY!
(Something in her mind it’s whispering “Keep pretending. You’re gonna die anyway, bitch.”)
Esquire Theme by Matthew Buchanan
Social icons by Tim van Damme
20
May
Yep. I’m pretending that none of the shits in TW’s trailer happened.
La la la la la! Look! Unicorns, raimbows and fluffy puppies! YAY!
(Something in her mind it’s whispering “Keep pretending. You’re gonna die anyway, bitch.”)
(Source: indecentdrawer)
Some sheriffs can be wooed with donuts from hot coaches. Maybe.
❤
Hand holding. Derek loves hand holding. He’ll never admit to it, of course, but when Stiles puts his hand in his, it’s magic. He gets butterflies in his stomach and his face flushes a bit, but if Stiles notices this, he doesn’t say anything.
In fact, hand holding is what they’re doing right now. Stiles is on break, so Derek decided to swing by and take him out for coffee. He’d like to call it a mini date, but it’s really just what it seems — a coffee break. But, the hand holding makes it seem like it’s so much more than that. So, Derek will just call it a coffee date break. Sounds good.
Regardless, standing on line is something Derek does not love. He hates it. He’s so impatient about it, and that’s something Stiles tends to point out a lot. “Look, all of these people are on line for the same reasons you are — coffee and donuts. Just chill,” he would say. But, today, he doesn’t say anything about Derek’s sour face and his loud sighing about the long line in front of him. He just stares at the menu with a quaint smile on his face.
Derek thinks maybe something’s wrong, so he squeezes his hand gently. Stiles looks over at him briefly and then leans his head against Derek’s shoulder. “I love you,” he sighs.
“Okay, spill it. What’s wrong?” Derek asks. Stiles looks up at him out of the corner of his eye. He frowns and buries his head in Derek’s shoulder instead. Derek’s frown deepens, because this is totally out of the norm. Stiles doesn’t mope. Derek removes his shoulder from under Stiles’s head and he takes his chin in his hand, examining his face. “Did something happen? Are you hurt?” Stiles hesitates and then shakes his head.
“I just… A whole family was murdered last night… I was put on the case, which is why I’m working over-time for the next few days… And… Derek, we really don’t know what we have until it’s gone.” It took a moment for the realization to kick in, and then Derek took Stiles’s hand again. PDA wasn’t really Derek’s thing.
“Well… you’ll always have me, okay? I’m not getting murdered. Ever,” he said, trying to reassure Stiles. Instead, Stiles laughed. Derek was offended for a moment until Stiles began to explain.
“Derek, you don’t know if you’ll ever get murdered. You can’t tell me you’ll never get murdered. If you do get murdered, though, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” Stiles says it with such joking tone, but Derek knows that Stiles would avenge him in a heartbeat. He knows Stiles would sacrifice himself so that Derek could live, if he had to. Derek kisses the top of Stiles’s head. He might not like PDA, but he knows when Stiles needs it.
“I love you, too.”
And now, they’re at the front of the line. Derek orders for Stiles, because he knows exactly what Stiles likes in his coffee. He also orders a donut with his own coffee, which Stiles raises an eyebrow at. “Mr. Health Freak Extravaganza is getting a donut?” Derek, of course, can’t suppress his smile.
“I can have a snack every once in awhile.” Stiles looks at him for a good long minute before shrugging. Derek has always been weird like that.
While they’re waiting for their beverages and Derek’s donut, Stiles fiddles with the newly placed ring on his middle finger. “Why did I ask for it to be put on the finger I flip people off with again?”
“Because you said you felt closer to my dick,” Derek says flatly. “Something like ‘middle fingers symbolize dicks?’ Remember, we were plastered at the reception.”
“Oh. Yeah,” Stiles says. They both stay silent for a moment before they burst out laughing. “We’re dumbasses!” Stiles laughs.
“YOU’RE the dumbass!” Derek laughs, as well. When their order comes in, they take it and sit on the benches outside. Derek takes a bite out of the donut he ordered before sipping his coffee. Stiles mixes his coffee idly, staring up at the sky.
“It’s a really nice day,” he says, but then he sees a donut wavering in the corner of his eye. He looks over at it and then sees Derek grinning. Stiles narrows his eyes playfully and makes a face. “This was your intention all along. Wasn’t it.”
“Yup,” Derek says.
“You’re trying to fatten me up.”
“Nope.”
“What is it, then?”
“They say sheriffs can be wooed with donuts.”
“That’s a stereotype.”
“You know it’s true.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you, too.”
I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS!!!
Seriously though! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ksdfhlskj BOTH OF YOU!
I’m handing over all of my AUs and retiring! THIS IS AMAZING AND I HAVE NO WORDSSKHDFGSDKLH1!!!1! I’ll just go lie down somewhere and try to take in all the awesome
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
(Source: makeanewstart)
19
May
(Source: hoechloin)
(Source: littlegirlinvisible)
it's not too late to start over
(Source: onceuponatimess)
I started acting my sophomore year while studying molecular biology. My dad said “You can’t handle both.” I said, “Watch me, I will!”
forever the reason Lydia Martin is smart in Teen Wolf
(Source: martin-lydia)
Nashi yelled at me and told me to make it rebloggable.~*~
Derek drops his bags in the hall, tosses his coat on the hooks next to Stiles’.
“Hello?”
He can hear Stiles’ voice, soft and playful as he talks to Jamie in the den. Their heartbeats wash over him and for the first time all week, he breathes. He kicks off his shoes, pads across the hall and peers into the living room.
“Hey honeybunch,” Stiles crows cheerfully. “Welcome home.”
“Hey yourself,” Derek retorts, ignoring the nickname in favor of taking in Stiles’ face, the way his eyes are lit up as he looks back at Derek. Then he looks to the floor to where there’s a stumbling bundle of blue cotton and wild dark hair.
“Hey, monkeyface,” Stiles whispers, helping Jamie stand up. “You wanna go to daddy?”
Jamie fixes his big brown eyes on Derek, face crinkling with joy when he sees him. He waves a hand at Derek and Derek can’t help but grin back, drop to crouch at the door.
“You think you can?”
“Go on,” Stiles says encouragingly, standing and taking hold of Jamie’s hands. “Come on, you can do it.”
He beams at Derek before looking back down, concentrating on not trampling on their kid’s tiny feet. Derek sometimes has nightmares about treading on him; Stiles has to remind him Derek’s more agile than the rest of them put together and Jamie’s more likely to stamp on Derek.
He’s just as feisty as Stiles, and just as loud and demanding.
Slowly, he takes a careful step forward. Derek’s heart catches in his throat as Stiles untwines his hands, still hovering directly behind Jamie; but he’s standing alone, all by himself.
He looks over at Derek, still smiling excitedly and takes another step.
“Oh, jeez,” Stiles mumbles. “Oh my god.” He flicks his phone on and Derek shuffles closer, arms out.
“Three more steps,” he says softly. “You can do it.”
“Oh my god, Derek, he’s walking. Oh my god.”
Jamie staggers to the side slightly, then rights himself, staring at Derek determinedly.
“’S’ok, no rush big guy.”
“Da!” Jamie shrieks, pointing at him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he swallows. “Come to me. Slowly, careful!”
Stiles shifts so that Jamie can grab hold of his leg for a second and then their son lets go, sheer stubbornness so similar to his father’s written across his features.
And then he’s walking straight into Derek’s arms.
“Good boy, god, that was great!” Derek sweeps him up into the air. “You’re so clever. Who’s clever?”
Jamie yells excitedly and Stiles sits down on the couch, rubbing his face. “Oh my god, our kid’s a genius. Shit, we need to call Berkley now.”
Derek laughs, sits down beside him and lets Jamie clamber between them, tugging at Stiles’ shirt and demanding kisses.
“Tomorrow. Let’s see if he can do it again first.”