SMUSHYFACE CUTIE PATOOTIES
"Oh god, Derek, you’re so cute. So cu- le - lemme just… LEMME JUST SMUSH YOUR FACE."
The first of my giveaway prize winner images. This one is for secretlittleboxes, who requested Wolf!Derek and Stiles wearing a red hoodie, and some cuddles, something cute and heart warming. Well, I don’t think I did the cuddles quite right, but goshdarnit this is cute! Hope you like it! ♥
One down, four more to go! And then I’ll be uploading them onto my Society6 store to buy, and opening up for commissions!
Stiles is (still) single when the pack’s getaway to the Caribbean comes by (oh misplaced optimism); lucky for him Derek is committed to being uncommitted and even after all these years is still powerless against Stiles’ unique forms of persuasion.
Cue a romantic getaway for two: sun, sand, and sarcasm abound…and the two roped into competing in the Resort’s version of the Newlywed game. Only it’s completely obvious it’s going to end in disaster. Probably homicide.
Most probably homicide.
Plot twist: It doesn’t.
“Dude, I want my whole vacation paid for,” Stiles argues, the next night, an hour before they have to leave for the beach, waving at the informational poster in his hand.
“I’ll pay for the damn trip,” Derek argues, snatching the paper away from him. Stiles huffs in annoyance. “What part of this sounds like a good plan Stiles?” Derek asks, incredulous. “There’s no way in hell we could ever actually win!”
“Then what’s there to lose!” Stiles shouts. “It’s not like it could hurt to try!”
“I’m pretty sure that’s just a serious lack of imagination on your part,” Derek reasons.
“C’mon you’ve nearly died like eight times, this isn’t even a thing that registers on the Derek Hale scale ‘o man pain,” Stiles snaps.
“I don’t know,” Derek grumbles, “pretending to be in a relationship with you seems a decent form of torture,” he sighs. Stiles’ face crumples into an angry pout and he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You are a sizeable jackass, and when we win the reimbursement I’m sharing none of it with you. I’m spending it all on Reese’s and porn subscriptions,” Stiles hisses, pushing a laughing Derek out of the way in his attempt to get to the bathroom to get ready.
sterek meme: sterek au: anne of green gables (3/10)
The Sheriff had gone inside first, leaving Stiles with the responsibility of hitching up their horse and buggy outside the store. Stiles was triple-checking his work when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He felt a chill prickle down his spine when he sensed a large boy – or was it a man? – walking behind him, walking too slowly to just be passing by.
Stiles whirled around to come face-to-face with a very handsome boy who seemed a few years older than Stiles. He was undeniably manly with a broad chest, thickly muscled shoulders, and an air of strength about him for all that he had a fine, tapered waist. He was down to shirtsleeves rolled up at the elbow, and Stiles all but gulped at the flexing tendons in the young man’s forearms as he hoisted a heavy bag of grain higher up onto his shoulder. He had glossy, almost unruly black hair that somehow looked soft to the touch and the most piercing green eyes Stiles had ever seen. He was also scowling right at Stiles.
Stiles swallowed his nerves and gave what he hoped looked like a friendly wave. The young man gave Stiles a thorough once over – so thorough that Stiles’ heart ratcheted up and his palms began to sweat because he couldn’t understand what that could mean, that heated, questioning look from a stranger.
The young man held his gaze for a long moment – long enough that Stiles felt struck queer and tingly all over from its intensity – before he nodded his chin and stalked off, not making eye contact with any of the men or women he passed.
Before Stiles could catch his breath and try to understand just what that was all about, especially why it seemed to have affected him so, the Sheriff poked his head out of the store’s door. “I think if you tie that horse up any tighter, it’ll take that Houdini fellow to come let Roscoe go. Now get in here and pick out some shoes, would you?”
When everything’s Hobrien and (almost) nothing hurts.
I’M STARTING TO THINK HOBRIEN HAS MORE OF A CHANCE OF BECOMING REAL THAN STEREK
ALSO CAN WE HAVE ALL THE SPANKING FIC BECAUSE HOECHLIN LITERALLY SLAPPED DYLAN’S ASS IN THAT THAR GIF
THEN AGAIN WHO CAN RESIST SLAPPING THAT SUPER-FINE ASS
I’M SO JEALOUS I’M cRYING
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