Teen Wolf AU: Derek and Stiles are going fishing.
(Source: winterkiss)
“omg derek dude you’ve got A TAIL!!!11” XDD
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P.S.P.S. Would you like to see a progress gif (for the first one of course)))? Normally I’m too lazy to capture stages of my work, but for this one i made an exception))
(Source: flexideon)
The first time Derek Hale sees Stiles Stilinski he’s laughing, mouth open, wearing an old pair of sweatpants, cut off at the knees, and nothing else. Barefoot, holding a cheap can of beer in one hand and picking a frisbee out of the air with the other.
“Gross,” Erica says, looking up briefly to follow his gaze and then back down at her orientation packet. “Okay—if we go now we can tour the chemistry labs and do the lab assistant information session, and then we can go to the poetry round table thing Isaac wanted to go to.”
“Okay,” Derek says. He watches the guy wing the frisbee at his friend and tip back the beer and take a long swallow, almost a single motion, throat jogging.
“Hey,” Erica says. “It’s not high school anymore—don’t worry about those guys, you don’t have to deal with that anymore.”
“I’m not worried,” Derek says. “Let’s—the chemistry building’s that way, right?”
Stiles is in his 8am class, slouching in a backwards baseball cap, putting his palm down over the grade on his papers when he gets them back, gaze sliding sideways.
(Source: facetiousxx)
Sterek!AU Derek, the best fucking web designer of the entire state, is looking for a job and the annoying kid at the front desk keeps trying to start a conversation. Or the one in which two young geniuses make a lot of money (and possibly other things too).
(Source: stilesmissedderek)
Post-werewolf!apocalypse||Sterek||AU
Stiles is mourning the one year anniversary of his mother’s death when the news reports that werewolves are real. It’s not surprising how quickly the world crumbles into chaos. They are everywhere, the werewolves, in all parts of the world. It’s not just one country that collapses into internal conflict, it’s all of them, almost all at once. People are scared and when people get scared, they revert into the primitive beasts that they are. They get vicious and they get bloodthirsty. The humans kill. The werewolves mourn. The loss makes them feral. They bite without thought, especially the Alphas, and suddenly the world is in darkness. Stiles never thought he’d be in a post-apocalyptic world because of werewolves. Perhaps zombies, but not werewolves. The population has dwindled. The cities are almost bare. Humans and werewolves alike scatter the world like brittle leaves in autumn, surviving how they can and almost always violently.
Stiles has always had his father, who retains a calm demeanor throughout the years that follow the “fallout”, a cop always being a cop. His encouraging smiles have gotten Stiles through the panic attacks, the fear, and all the pain. The pack of Alphas descend, though, and the Sheriff pushes Stiles away, telling him to run, please run, telling him to be strong, and to run. His father is not strong enough to take them on, they both know, but Stiles won’t deny his father his dying wish, so he runs and doesn’t stop shaking for days.
Time passes and Stiles discovers his Spark when he’s about to be killed by a group of hungry hunters on his 18th birthday. He uses it to survive, to save others when they need it. He lives by himself, in rolling plains, painting himself as a warning, a threat, and a welcoming.
When Stiles finds Derek Hale surrounded by a pack of hunters (because they can be just as feral as werewolves), Stiles saves him. He brings him back to his carefully constructed hovel and gives him a place to sleep, warmth, and food. Derek speaks to him of his attempts of re-establishing somewhat of a society. It’s made of werewolves and humans and they thrive well in a city that lies miles and miles west. Stiles reluctantly agrees to join him back, because Stiles recognizes the signs in himself, the changing, and the tinge of madness just on his horizon if he doesn’t be with people again. The wilderness is numbing him out and he never wants to be the one killing for sport.
The journey is fraught with danger, but they save each other in all the ways a person can be saved. Stile tentatively trusts Derek, and finds himself trembling at the thought of loving again, because it’s nearly destroyed him twice before. It’s nearly destroyed Derek, too, but he still pulls Stiles’ hand against his chest, lets it linger over the stuttering beat of his heart, before sliding it down, down, and his vulnerability makes Stiles want to stay and protect him from all the things that could ever hurt him.
AU: stiles absolutely does not spy on lacrosse captain derek hale in the locker room. (ok he does, but can you blame him?)
derek: a coincidence, really?
stiles: totally! i was just… doing homework.
derek: in a locker.
stiles: um. yeah. this confined space makes me feel closer to the work, y’know?
derek: you’re sticking with this excuse?
stiles: it would appear so.
derek: you’re an idiot.
(but derek’s laughing now and stiles will take that as a win)
AU: Derek refuses to acknowledge his feeling towards Stiles and Laura is tired of it.
