qhuinn:

sinyhale:

“So,” Stiles starts, “What’s happening with your werewolfy powers and why is psycho uncle getting stronger?”

Derek sighs, “I don’t know.”

[based on the sneak peek for 4x06]

:: for Bubbles and qhuinn <3

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I’m crying, I have the best friends. So much talent and kindness, I’m so lucky. ;__;

"It’s not working!"

"Your first mistake was relying on that piece of junk. Think of something happy or focus on a familiar enough scent that keeps you calm."

Sterek AU; The Pack never figured out how to get Derek back to his rightful age, so the now-teenager had to work on his control again and the one person he thought would never help ends up doing just that; helping him while everyone else is off doing their own thing on the night of the full moon.

bravobeavo:

Sterek Week - Day 3 - HS/College AU

In which Derek, a senior, is a star basketball player who just hit it big and is in the midst of his first interview. The interviewer breaches the subject of Derek’s boyfriend Stiles, a goofy Stanford sophomore who stole Derek’s heart with too many 90’s pop culture references and spastic attacks of ADD.

sumireba:

honhonhonhon

eeames:

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz {}

Stiles can’t help but trace the line from Derek’s broad shoulders to his waist as he walks away. Derek Hale was five-odd years older than Stiles, gorgeous and soft-voiced and totally out of Stiles’ league. Frankly, he was probably out of everyone’s league. What Derek was doing working as a deputy in a small town was something of a mystery.

“You going to gawp at my deputy all day or are you going to inappropriately tag along on a police investigation?” his dad asks, tapping him on the back of the head.

hardcorebrittana:

STEREK AU: Sourwolf makes a move and Stiles can’t believe it ! 

hoechlinth:

Sterek AU: Now Derek thinks about it, his boss might have mentioned that his son was in a band. Whoops. 

Stiles and Derek investigate their latest supernatural problem at the school together.
I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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