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@blairkaramell asked: a Sterek hug (maybe just “so glad you’re here”, or one of them having been scared, or just them having fallen asleep on each other)?

drawing them hugging heals my soul <3

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Hard to study magic when your boyfriend needs attention 24/7 sighhhhh

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Stiles let himself into the loft, the door closing softly behind him, amd jumped when Derek suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Jesus! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Stiles gasped, clutching his chest with one hand.

Derek rolled his eyes and stepped closer, pulling out a bundle of yellow flowers from behind his back. "Flowers for my love."

Stiles accepted them, ducking his head to hide his flushed face from Derek. "Ugh, who knew Sourwolf was so sappy under all the growls and eyebrows?"

"Only for you," Derek murmured, wrapping Stiles up in a hug. His nose immediately tucked into Stiles' neck, chasing the sweet cinnamon scent. The flowers grazed Derek's back as Stiles put his arms around Derek's waist.

"Okay, you're freaking me out now," Stiles drawled jokingly, snuggling into Derek's embrace. "Next you're gonna tell me you picked these flowers yourself."

Derek remained silent, face hidden in Stiles' neck but Stiles could feel his smile against his skin.

"Did you?"

"They're primroses. Dad used to pick some for mom everytime we went into the preserve for a run. I hadn't come across any until today," Derek whispered. "Maybe I wasn't looking before."

Stiles bit his bottom lip, trying to keep the tsunami of emotions from erupting out of him at Derek's words.

"You can cry if you want," Derek teased, chuckling. Stiles felt his warm breath against his neck and shivered, a tingling warmth spreading in his tummy.

"Asshole," Stiles muttered, lightly punching Derek in the arm as he pulled away and rushed into the kitchen.

He carefully laid the flowers down on the counter and started rifling through the cupboards, trying to find a vase to put the them in. He noticed when Derek strolled in but pointedly ignored him. He stilled when Derek came up behind him, pressing his chest to Stiles' back. He reached up to the cupboard Stiles was looking through, pushing some dishes aside and revealing a vintage glass vase. He pulled it out, setting it in front of Stiles on the counter.

Stiles spinned around and pulled Derek down towards him, claiming his lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you and I love the flowers and I love you, so so much."

Derek smiled and raised his hands to cradle Stiles' face, thumbs brushing the betraying tears away from his cheek. "I love you too, baby."

"I promise I'll take really good care of the flowers," Stiles vowed, fingers tangling in the short hair on the back of Derek's head.

"I know you will," Derek replied, pressing his lips to Stiles' forehead.

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On this day, I once again found a project I forgot I did...

Basically, if you guys remember my Kira art in HADES style. I apparently made the following...

Kira / Dark Kitsune

Lydia / Banshee

Jackson / Kanima

Stiles / Void

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“Ahem- Agent Summers, FBI.”

I feel like Dean would be covered in little black feathers the same way cat owners are always covered in stray cat hairs- even more so after whatever freak shit these two get up to smh

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More Destiel coming right up!! Take more of old men in love 🤲

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<3

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Imagine Rafael coming into the office to see a very confused FBI agent, staring into oblivion with a look on his face that’s a mix of horror, shock and utter confusion.

He hesitantly asks the agent what’s wrong and he says, with all the seriousness in the world, “I think Stilinski is a psychopath.”

Rafe tries his hardest not to laugh and ask why the agent thinks that.

“I got a report on a mysterious death and I noticed the last name was Hale. I asked Stilinski ‘Isn’t that your husband’s last name?’ and he goes ‘Yeah, it is’. So I ask him if he knows anyone by the name of Peter Hale, and he said, ‘Yeah, he’s Derek’s uncle. What’s he done now?’” The guy takes a moment to gather himself. “I said that I was sorry to tell him that Peter was dead.”

Rafe bites his lip to stop himself from laughing.

“And Stilinski…” The guy looks terrified. “He laughed. He laughed and said ‘If only’.”

“Right. I’ll talk to Stilinski. In the meantime, I’ll take this case off your hands.”

A moment later, Rafe then finds Stiles in the hallway and sees Stiles angrily hang up the phone.

“Still alive?” Rafe calls out to him, guessing what has him upset.

“He’s still alive!” Stiles says livid, snatching Peter’s case file that Rafe holds out to him as he angrily stomps back to his desk, muttering something about Peter being a pain in the ass.

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Every damn time

Me: I wonder how many works this fandom has on AO3

Me emerging from the depths: what day is it?

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"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

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This post is wild 😂

I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE A FIC AGAIN 😭😭😭

I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS KEEPS HAPPENING.

I was just trying to write the first chapter for my upcoming post-s2 finale Stetalion fic when halfway through, I decided to switch POVs and somehow, Stiles' POV also decided to fully switch directions of the story.

Stiles, Peter, Boyd and Erica are supposed to join the Alpha Pack. Instead, Stiles decided to become a human Alpha and form his own pack with those three as his Betas.

So now I am water-spray-bottle-ing Stiles, removing his POV from this chapter to put into A SEPARATE WORD DOCUMENT, thank you very much, and give the chapter POV back to Peter, who AT LEAST BEHAVED HIMSELF.

Anyway. Guess I'm now writing a post-s2 finale Steter fic with human Alpha Stiles?

...Why does this keep happening to me.

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