Doctor Who? I have no idea who that is and NO, I do not know it by heart, excuse you! Multishipper.
STEREK! Oh glorious Strerek I ship it! I also wanna lick T. Hoeclin all over.
Because he's gross like that.
Klaine, Sherlock, Supernatural, Walking Dead.
Have I mentioned DOCTOR WHO AND STEREK????
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derek pulling braeden into his lap during pack meetings and placing soft kisses against the back of her head every few minutes (≧◡≦)
derek running up from the behind and scooping braeden into the air and spinning her around with a big, dumb smile on his face (▰˘◡˘▰)
Hunter and prey.
#i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for ages because i didn’t want to post it without appropriate tags #because look at this #look at this thing of beauty #an AU where Derek is an assassin and Stiles is his mark #Stiles is one of the higher ups of a group known as ‘The Tricksters’; labeled as terrorists #and Derek’s kills are always simple. they never suspect until his gun is aim at their head #and sometimes they beg but usually they don’t have time #Stiles though #Stiles knows he’s coming and is there to meet him and stares him in the eye as the gun is pressed to his head #like he’s /daring/ Derek to do it #and suddenly Derek needs to know more (via wolftraps)
[Happy Birthday to the lovely prettymassacre13! I got this fic idea looking at this gif and…yeah, I immediately thought spanking scene. Established relationship, Derek has been de-aged, total AU. Many thanks to the amazing Tsumi for bantering with me to turn this from a silly tweet to a fic.]
Derek presses Stiles up against the bedroom door, nuzzling into his neck. He smells so familiar to this body, so good. Then there’s kissing, Stiles pulling him close, wrapping an arm around his waist, mouth hot and wet against his own. It should feel strange, because up until yesterday Derek’s never seen this guy in his life, but apparently there’s just been a magical mishap that rendered Derek younger in mind and body.
Derek had known instantly the way Stiles looked at him and then looked away, blush high in his cheeks— and then when Derek had asked, Stiles had just said, “Yeah, we’re together. It’s totally fine, you don’t have to—”
"I want to," Derek had said eagerly. The future is strange and confusing, but he can get excited about it if he gets to be with someone like Stiles. He wants a taste of that life, wants to see what it would be like to touch. ”Um, unless you want to wait and get the normal me back?” Derek adds hesitantly.
"No, no, it’s fine," Stiles says, blinking at him. "I, uh, you’re still you, I was just worried that you felt obligated—"
"I want to," Derek repeats confidently. "I wanna know what it’s like— um, you’re very—" and then he had blushed, thinking of the cute moles that trailed down Stiles’ face, and before he could wonder if they continued down his collarbone Stiles had kissed him, sweet and gentle.