♂He's all I think about♂

darkchocolateandtea:

keep it in your pants stiles

Im pretty sure thats how it went

plaidshirtandleatherjacket:

 HoeBrien ★ S K I N S H I P 

stvlinski:

otp

STEREK AU: Stiles dreams about making out with Derek

Not Like Bond & Moneypenny // WhoNatural

Rating: Mature

" Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head…and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter."

biggesttwsterekfan:

Look like our wolf is not so sour in this pic :D

biggesttwsterekfan:

Look like our wolf is not so sour in this pic :D

sterekforeverblr:

Stiles looking at few sexy pic of Derek.

watchthewolvesrun:

my favorite gifs

watchthewolvesrun:

takeshii:


Congrats on the furniture.png

Just needed a break from all the painting practice I’ve been doing lately aaa it’s so tedious but I wanna improve ; H; 
I’m so emotional over Derek’s new place ‘cause FURNITURE!! COLOUR!! So here have some fluff ‘cause I can only fluff o<-<

It started happening slowly at first. And with magazine subscriptions, of all things. Turns out Stiles really really really liked reading Pottery Barn catalogs. Derek couldn’t figure out why.
He left them all over the place, too. At the table, from when he’d eat breakfast in the morning before heading off to an early shift, or in the bathroom, because, well, reasons, or folded over on couch table from where he absentmindedly paged through them while watching tv or something.
And he bookmarked pages. Who does that with magazines? Derek thumbed through one issue and noticed about ten, each on the corner closest to some piece of furniture. A wooden Apothecary Coffee Table, or Sumatra bed frame, or Hampton Dining Room Table, or something.
Derek was beginning to think that Stiles was sending him hints. Ridiculously un-subtle clean-up-this-abandoned-factory-of-an-apartment type hints. So he started buying stuff. Little things at first. Like oversized, beachy-looking lanterns to sit in the corner by the giant hole in the brick wall, or rustic-looking end-tables for either side of the scratchy blue sofa, or roughspun placemats for the long kitchen table that had come with the loft itself.
But Stiles didn’t really notice. He kept bookmarking more pages, never really saying anything, and Derek was getting frustrated that his efforts to spruce the place up were going unseen. That was when he finally broke down and spent an absurd amount of money on a ridiculously comfortable-looking oversized leather chair and ottoman that Stiles had bookmarked in the summer catalog.
Stiles didn’t really notice that at first either when he came home the night it was delivered, texting on his phone as he entered the apartment. That was precisely the reason why he walked right into it, flailed, and wound up plunging face-first into the soft, supple leather. He made a high, undignified sound as his face made contact with it.

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watchthewolvesrun:

takeshii:

Congrats on the furniture.png

Just needed a break from all the painting practice I’ve been doing lately aaa it’s so tedious but I wanna improve ; H; 

I’m so emotional over Derek’s new place ‘cause FURNITURE!! COLOUR!! So here have some fluff ‘cause I can only fluff o<-<

It started happening slowly at first. And with magazine subscriptions, of all things. Turns out Stiles really really really liked reading Pottery Barn catalogs. Derek couldn’t figure out why.

He left them all over the place, too. At the table, from when he’d eat breakfast in the morning before heading off to an early shift, or in the bathroom, because, well, reasons, or folded over on couch table from where he absentmindedly paged through them while watching tv or something.

And he bookmarked pages. Who does that with magazines? Derek thumbed through one issue and noticed about ten, each on the corner closest to some piece of furniture. A wooden Apothecary Coffee Table, or Sumatra bed frame, or Hampton Dining Room Table, or something.

Derek was beginning to think that Stiles was sending him hints. Ridiculously un-subtle clean-up-this-abandoned-factory-of-an-apartment type hints. So he started buying stuff. Little things at first. Like oversized, beachy-looking lanterns to sit in the corner by the giant hole in the brick wall, or rustic-looking end-tables for either side of the scratchy blue sofa, or roughspun placemats for the long kitchen table that had come with the loft itself.

But Stiles didn’t really notice. He kept bookmarking more pages, never really saying anything, and Derek was getting frustrated that his efforts to spruce the place up were going unseen. That was when he finally broke down and spent an absurd amount of money on a ridiculously comfortable-looking oversized leather chair and ottoman that Stiles had bookmarked in the summer catalog.

Stiles didn’t really notice that at first either when he came home the night it was delivered, texting on his phone as he entered the apartment. That was precisely the reason why he walked right into it, flailed, and wound up plunging face-first into the soft, supple leather. He made a high, undignified sound as his face made contact with it.

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