you linked it and now i’m looking at random people, i h8 u
it’s only downhill from there my precious
A witch turns Derek into a kid.Derek: Stiles, quit staring at me.
Stiles: I’d like to! Besides, all you do is stare at people. You’re like, Creepy McCreeperson. No scratch that, you’re Wolfy McCreeperson. Point is, you really shouldn’t tell me not to stare.
Stiles: I’m feeling the urge to pinch your cheek.
Derek: You better fight that urge, or I’ll rip your hand off. Wit-
Stiles: With your teeth. Yes, I know. You should really consider the possibility of coming up with new threats, you know. This one is getting old.
Stiles: C’mon, just a little pinch. You won’t even feel it.
Stiles: Stop growling at me and be the sweet, little cub I know you are.
Derek: I am not a cub! I am the Alph-
Stiles: Oh my God, you’re so cute, Sourcub.
gaywolf replied to your post: did you even read bronte’s tags? she linked to it. you’re dumb.
IM LAUGHING OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
THEY CAME TO MY ASK AND— I’M DYINGGGG.
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WELL DUH BUT I MEAN IS THAT IT OR? I was thinking little woodland creatures that BOLT and Stiles it like ???? and Derek is all /kanye shrug
Are you sure?
Also, any animal requests?
“Derek, I want to go to the zoo,” Stiles mutters with a pout.
Derek sighs. “So not happening.” He replies, shrugging like it can’t be helped.
…but he knows. He knows how Stiles can be, and Derek? Well, Derek knows that he’ll be standing lined up outside the fucking zoo entrance faster than Stiles can say please.
KEEP GOING OR…?
shhh go to my reclist, it’s mostly angst
That was my plan after I finish this J2, actually. =]
Anon, I wasn’t the one who’d written that pre-series Stiles/Scott to begin with. I could attempt some, though? Also, Bronte’s the one who calls the shots on the latter. :/ I’m glad you enjoy them! She does have stellar ideas.
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they’re so cute, just look. I want to drag my tongue across them.