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Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

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i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

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Imagine stiles thinking he’s just good at manifesting things.

Like he doesn’t want to go to class so he wishes class was canceled so then there’s bad weather, when there shouldn’t be, or the fire alarm breaks and keeps going off. Or the teacher had to cancel class for like a meeting.

He’d say that he needs to get groceries and someone would accidentally deliver food to his door and let him keep it and it’s his exact order too.

He’d go thrifting and find all kinds of cool clothes and vintage stuff he wanted.

He’s late and he’s hoping all the lights are green and there’s no traffic and instead of getting there 30 mins late he’s on time.

Like if he buys a mystery figurine he’d say I hope it’s …(which ever one he wants) and he gets it and it keeps happening if he has a bunch of them.

But it’s actually all part of his spark and anytime he wishes or manifests anything his spark is making it happen.

The reason no one asks him out is because he thinks no one wants to ask him out and is accidentally wishing it, and then…

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Hm…heard 😌

I’m craving some dark Sterek or Steter. I want them presenting Stiles with the head of his enemies as a courting gift. I want them bringing the world to its knees for him. I want stiles just as dark and twisted. I want him to burn the world for them. I want a stiles that has no morals when it comes to the one he loves.

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// Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife

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People are so goofy ���😂🤣🤣🤣

Noah: Gentlemen, you're not gonna sit here *places pistol down on desk*

Noah: And pretend there's not a big-ass elephant in the room.

Jordan:*confused* What the fuck is going on?

Noah: *turns picture frame on desk around, revealing a photo of Stiles This is what the fuck is going on!

Jordan: *looks at the picture confused, looks at Derek, then back at the picture as he realizes* OH SHIT! Oh Shit! *laughs hysterically at Derek*

Jordan: Oh shit! No! That is not happening right now!

Jordan: No!

Jordan: Hey ya'll he's fucking the sheriff's son! Yo! Oh my FUCK!

Noah: Every time, he says that shit? That's another foot in your ass!

Jordan: Derek! You clearly... yo, this is the best thing ever!

Jordan: *singing* Derek fucked the sheriff's son!

Jordan: *still singing* Derek fucked the sheriff's son!! Derek fucked the sheriff's son

Jordan: *reenters office* Shit! Fuck! You fucked Sheriff Stilinski's son!!

Noah: *picks pistol up and places it back on the desk, with the barrel facing Jordan*

Jordan:.....It's really not that funny.

Derek: Fuck you Parrish

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I remember everything I did. And the worst part is, I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else... Control is overrated.

Dylan O'Brien as Stiles Stilinski TEEN WOLF — Season 4

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….yes.

HUGH JACKMAN as Drover in Australia (2008)

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Omg!!! I’ve been wanting to write a cowboy Sterek flic 🤭

Is this my sign????

Commission for @danny_thehuman

Sterek cowboys

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Sterek Halloween Fic teaser 🎃: Obsessive/Possessive/Stalker/Creeper Alpha Derek Hale and Beautiful/Witty/Unapologetic/Hot for Derek Omega Stiles Stilinski

What could go wrong?

Derek saw him, and a hunger hit—deep, primal, undeniable. His whole body tensed, an aching need that crawled beneath his skin, setting his blood on fire. Burning with an overwhelming urge to take.

The boy was perfect.

Smooth, pale neck that begged to be marked, touched, bruised under his fingers. That bright, innocent smile, dusted with stars, made Derek’s desire all the darker, all the more vicious. The boy had no idea what he was stirring in Derek..

No idea.

Derek had lived through war, bloodshed, and endless darkness, hardened by power.

Hardened by loss.

But none of it prepared him for this—for Stiles, for someone so fragile, so pure. It felt obscene to even want him.

What right did a man like him have to devour something so untainted?

To stain something so angelic with hands that had seen nothing but filth and violence?

And yet, in this very moment, none of that seemed to matter.

Derek’s chest tightened with the certainty—the boy would be his.

No matter how much Derek had to take.

No matter how much Derek had to consume.

He could already feel it, could taste it—his hands on the boy’s trembling skin, tracing every inch, pressing into him, owning him in every way possible.

The thought of holding the omega down..

Feeling his skin quiver..

Hearing his breath hitch as he’d beg Derek to push harder, deeper—it was intoxicating.

Derek knew it was wrong..

He knew he shouldn’t.

But restraint was a game for weaker men.

And he was done pretending to care.