I was evolving. Something you’ll never do.

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Derek Hale: Landlord!

breenwolf:

Derek offers a unit on the twentieth floor to Stiles on a Thursday, in the middle of a grocery store.

“What, really?” Stiles asks, brows raised high. He gestures at himself. “Me? Like, me? For real?”

Derek shrugs. “If you want it.”

“Dude, I know you’re kind of the king of not thinking stuff through, but there’s no way I could afford one of those units, they’re like—”

“No charge,” Derek says, annoyed but doing his best not to show it.

Stiles’s mouth hangs open, his jaw slack. Then his surprise gives way to heavy skepticism, his head tilting to the side and his eyes narrowing and his mouth settling into a grim line.

“What’s the catch?” he asks.

Derek rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and levels a flat stare at him.

Stiles’s hands come up and begin moving wildly, his face expressive as ever. “You can’t just offer me a friggin’ apartment free of charge and not expect me to be suspicious as hell, man! You never offer me anything!”

“So, you don’t want it, then?”

“Whoa, I didn’t say that,” Stiles hurries to say. “I’m just wondering who you are and what you’ve done with my old buddy Derek Hale.”

Derek shakes his head and turns his back, walking away from him, leaving Stiles in front of the frozen foods section.

“I’ll pick up the key on Sunday?” Stiles calls after him.

Derek stops, glances over his shoulder. “I’ll be out of town until Monday.”

Stiles smirks at him. “Okay, Monday. See you then.”

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What’s the relationship like between your characters? (+)

ohtentoo:

best friends who slowly fall in love with each other is what otps are made of

"I can’t control it.”

yourunwiththewolves:

but stiles fucking with derek and taking advantage of his lack of werewolfy powers, though? stiles being a little shit and delightfully and loudly enjoying every little shortcomings derek now has because he’s (temporarily?) human.

stiles hiding behind the shower curtain and yelling in derek’s face to startle him.

derek gasps, backs up hurriedly against the sink and throws his toothbrush at him as a first response reflex. he swallows and chokes on a bit of toothpaste in the process and stiles runs away before derek has the time to properly recover.

*

stiles challenging derek to a race every day until he caves because he can’t stand hearing the question again and again.

"we start from here, we finish over there," stiles declares, pointing at vague landmarks around them.

derek crosses his arms, looking unsure. “it’s kind of a really short distan—”

stiles starts running before derek is even finished talking, and derek is forced to scramble after him, spluttering about “not being ready!” he still  catches up to him pretty easily but stiles quickens his pace at the last second and crosses the ‘finish line’ with both his arms raised. derek is right behind him, but yeah. he lost. suck it derek.

stiles collapses on the ground, breathing loud and disgusting like a dying horse. he really should exercise more, goddamn. he’s pretty sure he strained something. worth it.

"ha! not such a hot shot without your wolf powers, huh?" he heaves out.

derek is bent in half, hands on his knees. he looks way more composed and less sweaty than stiles is. he pants, “didn’t count. i would fucking win on a long distance run! and you cheated.”

"i won.”

derek rolls his eyes and doesn’t help him up, walks away, looking petulant and childish. stiles loves it and stays on the ground for a long time to catch his breath.

*

stiles purposefully whispering stupid stuff in scott’s ear just so he can watch derek squirm uncomfortably, straining to hear what’s being said.

"stop it," derek finally snaps. "what are you—are you talking about me?"

scott looks sheepish but unapologetic. he shrugs with one shoulder while stiles slowly backs away from him, smirking across the room at derek.

"woudn’t you like to know?" he says, trying his best to sound like a six year old.

"you’re a shithead," derek declares, turning away angrily to stare at his computer.

stiles smirks a little more, says nothing, and watches with delight the range of emotions he’s painted on derek’s face.

*

stiles asking his dad to teach derek how to shoot a gun. “he’s completely declawed,” he explains to him. “braeden taught him the basics, so he’s not totally useless but he’s still pretty ridiculous.”

stiles crashing the impromptu class the sheriff is giving by correcting derek’s stance with his body, tapping derek’s ankle with his foot, moving derek’s arms with his hands, plastering his chest against derek’s back to make him straighten up.

"it’s okay, dad, i got this," he announces magnanimously when his father stares at him, all squinty eyed. 

derek is absolutely rock still under stiles’s hands. “be sure to take some time to breathe after you aim. you have to take the shot as you exhale,” stiles says right against derek’s cheek, almost straight into his ear.

he takes a step back, so he’s certain that derek cannot hear or feel his beating heart or smell his sweat or whatever creepy shit werewolves do. he always has an adrenaline rush when he’s around guns, he doesn’t want derek to get like, the wrong idea or something.

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creaturexlll:

 first pic for the Sterek Campaign Wolf Pack Charity Project. done.
dark!Stiles kicks Derek’s ass
it was supposed to be simple colors… but I carried away a little. :}

creaturexlll:

 first pic for the Sterek Campaign Wolf Pack Charity Project. done.

dark!Stiles kicks Derek’s ass

it was supposed to be simple colors… but I carried away a little. :}

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