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I enjoyed drawing the eyebrow and the nevus so much！ :D
Can I have Teen wolf season 3 with Stiles’ awesome red pants now? ):
its a challenge to me!
because Bioshock Infintie’s graphic design was amazing!
so i try another painting style,hope you like it!I AM SO OKAY WITH THIS
OH MY LORD
Five years later and I still haven’t told him.
They’re all out at the bar Isaac works at, celebrating Allison’s pregnancy. Even the wolves are throwing back shots, Isaac’s sprinkled them with the mixture Lydia cooked up during freshman year of college because she was sick of the humans being the only ones suffering through hangovers. Stiles isn’t convinced that was the best thing to do, the wolves have a tendency to get violent with each other when drunk, he still has trouble forgetting the epic fight Scott and Boyd had in the middle of the woods. Apparently Boyd had ripped Scott’s favourite shirt, or something. Stiles doesn’t really remember the reason. He does remember the tree being ripped out of the ground.
He’s rocking what Lydia calls his “grown up hipster” look. Years of squinting at tiny, elaborate fonts in ancient books fucked up his eyesight and now he needs the black rimmed glasses he used to tease pretentious freshman about wearing.
Derek joins them halfway through the night, shrugging out of his jacket with a quick grin, an excuse of “pack business, sorry,” and Stiles can’t help but suck in a breath when Derek sits right next to him, their thighs pressing against each other around the small table.
“Hi,” he says. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. We’re getting visitors next week.”
“Oh,” Stiles throws back his shot and winces. “Anyone important?”
Derek shakes his head. “Just a pack from Vegas. They’re stopping through.”
“Vegas, huh? Any showgirls?”
“No showgirls, Stiles,” Derek laughs, leaning against Stiles’ side.
*
Stiles get progressively drunker as the night goes on, and for once, Derek is right there with him. They all toast Allison’s pregnancy over and over again until both she and Scott cry off, being booed by Stiles, Isaac and Lydia as they leave. Scott flips them off with a grin, making Stiles erupt into giggles, burying his face in Derek’s shoulder. Derek’s hand pats Stiles’ back, and Stiles can feel himself slumping against Derek’s body. It’s too much, he’s had too much to drink, and he’s so, so happy for Scott and Allison. He can’t cope with Derek being so close, with Derek drinking like he’s in college, and smelling like home.
Stiles remembers the moment he realised he was in love with Derek, there was nothing special about it, no life or death situations, he was home over Thanksgiving break, curled up on the couch at the Hale house and Derek had come over with a mug of hot cocoa. He’d handed it over, joined Stiles on the couch and started reading one of the books Stiles had brought back with him. Stiles had taken a sip and looked over at Derek. The late sun was falling through the window and it hit Derek’s face, spinning across his jaw, turning his eyelashes into shadows and Stiles had sucked in a breath. He knew, right then, that he was in love with Derek. And he’s never told him.
*
When they leave, Derek takes his hand and Stiles is so drunk and overwhelmed that he wants to scream. He stares down at Derek’s fingers entwined with his and shakes his head.
“What? What’s wrong?” Derek asks quietly.
“You can’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“You don’t, I’m not what you want.”
Derek stops walking and his grip on Stiles’ hand is so firm, Stiles stumbles, falling against him. “Stiles, how can you say that?”
“Because, Derek. It’s been years and you’ve never said anything.”
“Neither did you.”
“But you’re. You.”
“Stiles,” Derek breathes out, his free hand cupping Stiles’ jaw. “You have no idea, do you?”
“What?” Stiles says, his eyes lowered because he can’t face looking at Derek. He’s drunk, and he can’t decide if he wants to burrow into Derek’s chest or run away. Derek tilts his face to the side and presses his mouth against Stiles’. It’s achingly sweet, so different to anything Stiles has experienced in the last few years and he just melts against Derek.
When Derek pulls back, he’s smiling, his face so close Stiles can count each eyelash, each smile line that has appeared over the years. Stiles laughs and presses his lips against Derek’s mouth in a quick, soft kiss.
“Okay?” Derek says, his thumb stroking at Stiles’ cheekbone, just underneath his glasses.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, yeah.”
Derek takes a step back and they walk down the street, fingers entwined, shoulders bumping against each other.
“You know I’m completely in love with you, right?” Derek says.
Stiles turns his head, staring at Derek, his mouth wide open. “You. I.” He shakes his head slightly. “Me too. I’m completely in love with you.”
*DOODLES*I had terrible headache… (so yeah little break down of Derek LOL)
well maybe one day I will finished whole “project” :)
Hand Around the Heart –a sterek zine because why the fuck not.
let’s talk about how i picture stiles and derek’s first time. i personally don’t think derek has that much experience beyond kate and we all know how stiles has like zero amount of experience so i feel like their first time would probably be a DISASTER.
just because they’re both nervous though, derek because this is the first time he’s had sex since kate and stiles is so fragile so he’s trying to be really careful with him and and then we have stiles who’s just nervous because this is his first time and this is derek and we already know stiles is all flaily limbs so i bet at one point he’d probably accidentally knee derek in the groin and whack him in the face
and at one point while they’re really getting actually into it they’d probably fall off the bed and just break into laughter and the next day stiles has a bruise on his ass from the fall but the entire experience would actually be really great because they had fun with it and they’re good together
yeah that’s what i want :’)
Oh god, Stiles is still trying to console himself that Derek heals fast and therefore nobody will know that the bruise on his jaw was a frigging sex injury (so many questions that Stiles will not have appropriate answers to), when Derek, who has been struggling with his own zipper up until this point suddenly rips his pants open, exposing himself awkwardly in a way that cannot possibly be intentional.
Stiles, who is, after all, only human, cannot possibly do anything but start laughing after almost being impaled through the eye by a newly exposed cock.
In retrospect, laughing at someone when they’ve first exposed their dick to you is probably a bad idea, but Stiles can’t help it. And Derek obviously takes it bad, flushing all across his cheeks and chest and dislodging Stiles and making his way towards the door as he tries to hold his ripped pants together. Stiles hits the floor with a painful thump even as he manages to latch onto Derek’s ankle, and jesus they’re both still hard so the whole thing is like some kind of pornographic slapstick comedy and before he can stop himself Stiles is shouting “So help me god if you don’t let me suck that dick before you take it away I will never forgive you…”
And then he bites Derek’s ankle until Derek tries to swat him away and falls on his own ass, half in Stiles’ room, half out into the hallway.
It’s…yeah.
Not really a Top Five moment for either of them
In retrospect things could’ve gone a lot smoother. But later Stiles will say about his first time “Everybody came. And we discovered Derek’s biting kink. Being bitten kink. Errrr…” And then as everyone makes faces he’ll once again tell the story about how Derek got up early to make bacon pancakes because he’d heard Stiles singing about them under his breath, and how the second time was better than the first, and the third time was better than the second, even if they never managed to entirely train Stiles’ flailing limbs from causing some disaster or another.
They make it work.
