Im Not Gonna Shoot Hi- DAMMIT DEREK HANDS OFF

Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.

i drew this last year, and I just found it.

so have some old Sterek!

“Is that a dick?” Stiles cranes his neck, eyes narrowing as he squints up at the whiteboard that’s centre stage in Derek’s loft. “Because it looks like a dick.” “It is not a dick.” Derek glares at him. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” Derek’s mouth is a tiny moue of disapproval. “You know technically Derek’s not allowed to say out loud–” Lydia begins. Stiles waves a hand. “Yeah, yeah but, I don’t think that rule should have to apply to our team, Lyds. Not when Derek’s drawing–” He gestures in the direction of the board and sighs. “Are you sure that isn’t a dick?” “It could be a weird mushroom,” Scott suggests. “You’re not on their team,” Isaac hisses. “Stop helping them.” “Yeah, Scott,” Erica adds. “Jesus. They won Monopoly last week. Derek’s complete inability to draw anything is our one advantage in Pictionary.” “I can draw.” Derek glares round the room, eyes flickering  red briefly. Like he can alpha them into denying the evidence of their own eyes. “It isn’t my fault you guys all suck at guessing. I’m good at drawing.” “Eh,” Stiles says, unmoved. “I mean– You’re good at drawing things that look like dicks. Remember the last time we played this? With the whole Prince Albert debacle.” “That.” Derek says hotly, ears turning red, “Was a sunset.” “Was it though?” Stiles says wrinkling his nose. “Was it really?” “It was a very tall hill,” Kira says loyally. “With the sun coming up from behind it.” “Hmmm.” “The timer is  running out,” Lydia hisses. “So stop arguing and fucking guess–” “Is it a person with a really thick neck?” Boyd asks, “And maybe a weird shaped head?” As one the entire pack tilts their head to the side trying to make sense of what they’re seeing. “I-Is it that?” Erica says after a beat. “Because I could sorta see that.” “It’s a dick,” Stiles mutters. “I’m telling you. It’s totally a dick.” “No. It isn’t a dick.” Derek says jerkily as the last grain of sand falls through the timer. “It. Is. A. Fist.” He gestures abortively at the whiteboard. “It’s clearly a fist.” “Ooohhhhhhhh,” says the most of the pack in unison, except Erica who’s rubbing her hands with glee.  “Oh god.” Lydia says, tilting her head until it’s virtually horizontal. “A fist? Seriously? Somehow that’s worse. Is it worse?” “Nah,” Stiles says, waggling his eyebrows at Derek. “Personally I’ve always been a fan of his big ol’ fist.” Derek exhales through his nose. “I’m going to kill you.” “No.” Stiles grins. “You love me. You love the way I can take your–” “No!” Isaac says. “We agreed. We have rules. Pack game night rules. You guys signed and everything. No explicit details of your sex life. It’s bad enough half of us have walked in on–” “Yeah, yeah,” Stiles says airily. “Whatever,” he winks at Derek. “We’ll discuss the dickfist later.” Derek rolls his eyes, but Stiles can tell he’s trying not to smile.

Sterek AU: Stiles might have a small, tiny, almost insignificant (really, he promises) thing for Derek in tight spandex. It’s a good thing that Derek turns out to be very okay with it.

*me&you*

Soooo now u can freely vomiting rainbows. But I had more fun then I thought - so that’s why I bother u even with a gif. xD

Catch me on that never-let-him-go reunion shit. That’s the good shit.

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derek: *sasses stiles*

stiles: 😲

So cute.

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