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It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.

That awkward bi moment


when, instead of supposedly getting the best of both worlds, you get unfair prejudice in both of them.

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"Chaos has come again."

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i want more fics where stiles and derek date.

where stiles spends an hour picking out just the right combo of plaid and t-shirt, and derek changes henleys 50 times to find the one he thinks stiles would like the best.

where stiles paces around his room, then around the living room, hands running through his hair bc he’s afraid derek won’t show, and then he’s like, “of course he’ll show, it’s derek he wouldn’t do that to me”

and then he has all these flutters in his belly, and he worries his lip as he thinks about being in the camaro with derek, which is really stupid bc they’ve been in that car a gajillion times, but this time it’s different bc they’re not going to fight something or train, it’s a date.

i’d love to see more fics where they go on a date before they kiss. where stiles wonders if derek will kiss him, or if it’s okay if he kisses derek first, or if they should wait, or maybe a handjob would be okay, but maybe not bc this is the first date and what if stiles screws it up, it’s not like he knows how to fondle someone else’s junk. and 5 minutes later, stiles is confused and horny and too terrified to even look at derek, much less kiss him. 

derek sits in the car at the end of the street, listening to stiles’ erratic heartbeat, which matches his own, and it should be a comfort, but derek is so nervous bc let’s face it, derek is a huge dork with bad social skills whose string of dates in between his two terrible relationships weren’t that great. and he likes stiles, like really really likes him, likes him to the point that he almost brought him flowers but wasn’t sure if stiles would like that or be offended. bc all derek wants to do is bring stiles flowers and give him nice things and makes him smile.

when derek walks to the door, he wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans and he knows stiles is standing right on the other side although stiles waits a few moments before opening the door. 

and stiles looks amazing, even though he’s just wearing blue plaid and a plain t-shirt, but the blue looks so good on him, and derek notices those are new blue jeans that aren’t as loose (probably lydia’s idea, he thinks), and they just kinda look at each other, awkwardly, until they’re both grinning and stiles is blushing and derek’s ears are red.

when stiles sees derek on the other side of the door, his knees almost give out, bc derek looks almost soft. his hair is freshly washed and just looks touchable, like it’d be feather-silk beneath his fingers, his beard trimmed neatly, and his t-shirt is a pale lavender with a deep v, giving stiles a peek of chest hair derek’s starting growing out. and really, stiles thinks, those jeans should be illegal. he feels like a frump compared to derek. but derek’s looking at him like…like stiles is special, and stiles is kinda frozen in the moment bc how and why??

"generally, dates don’t happen in the doorway," the sheriff says, clapping a hand on stiles’ shoulder as he looks between them in fond amusement. it says something about derek that he didn’t even realize that the sheriff was home. 

the ride to the movie theater is full of stiles’ nervous chatter, and derek makes an effort at small talk, and stiles wonders if it’s too early to be in love, bc maybe, just maybe, derek hale making small talk with him on a date while wearing lavender is stiles’ kryptonite.

derek struggles with trying to decide what to do during the movie. stiles is engrossed in the movie - which he chose, of course, derek would sit through anything with stiles - and derek can’t decide if he should grab stiles’ hand, maybe put an arm around him, or neither. 

their fingers brush when they reach for the coke they bought to share (derek, you are NOT buying two, those things are like $6 a piece, we will share, dude we get free refills), and everytime stiles’ fingers touch derek it’s like an electric current straight to his core. and stiles just wants derek to touch him - grab his hand, hand on his leg, lean close until they’re bumping shoulders - anything. but the movie ends and all they’ve done is clumsily try to grab the cup at the same time.

stiles suggests ice cream after the movie, bc he knows it’s derek’s favorite, and if the movie choice is any indication, derek thinks this date is all about what stiles wants instead of himself, so stiles makes sure to say he wants ice cream from derek’s favorite place on the other side of town.

"no no no," stiles says when derek comes away with plain strawberry ice cream. "what’s wrong with strawberry? it’s delicious," derek says with a scowl, and stiles knows strawberry is derek’s favorite, but this is a special occasion, and derek needs more than ice cream. “hold this,” stiles says as he shoves his own monstrosity in derek’s hands and steals the boring one. “stiles,” derek huffs in exasperation as stiles piles the strawberry ice cream with gummy bears, chocolate chips, sprinkles - those don’t even taste like anything stiles! they taste like awesome, shut up - and even a few things stiles isn’t exactly sure what they are.

the order costs $13, which stiles balks at when he pays, knocking derek’s hand out of the way when he tries to slip the cashier his debit card and then protests when stiles beats him to it. “dude, it’s 2013, and you paid for the movie and snacks. i think i can pay for the ridiculously overpriced ice cream.” derek glares, but stiles can see there’s humor and, is that affection?, in his eyes.

they walk down the street, with no aim in particular. stiles rambles, derek listens, and then derek talks. it’s not much, just about the state of the new house he’s in the middle of building and his job at the gym, but stiles hangs on to every word like it’s gold. their shoulders bump as they walk, bc with every step they move just a little bit closer until their bowls are empty and they’re basically pressed against one another.

derek drives stiles home then, and stiles is both disappointed that it’s almost over, but excited bc it wasn’t a total disaster. derek turns the car off when he pulls up in front of stiles’ house, gets out of the car and around to stiles’ door before stiles can even untangle himself from the seatbelt. derek opens the door for him.

stiles shakes his head, wide grin on his face. “such a lame-o,” but what he really means is omg you are perfect.

derek walks him to the door, and stiles has just opened his mouth to say something sarcastic when…derek takes his hand. stiles loses all train of thought when derek laces their fingers together, and stiles finds comfort in the fact that derek’s hand is as clammy as his own.

after derek escorts stiles to the door, he looks down at him, his nerves on end. stiles’ emotions have been bouncing all over the place until derek has absolutely no clue how the date went. he thinks it went well, but hey, derek’s judgment is not the best. derek licks his lips and says, “i had a nice time, i hope we can - “

then a pair of warm, soft lips are on derek’s, and all his worries just flit away into the warm night as he wraps his arms around stiles and pulls him closer.

low poly teen wolf / stiles stilinski color version ii

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make me choose: darkstilles asked isaac lahey or derek hale.


I know, I know you get lonely sometimes
I know, I know you get lonely at night

werefoxstiles prompted: sterek + warm colours



by Vendelin on Ao3

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…