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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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official daine visual archive
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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I really liked the title of Kai’s photoshoot for GQ and there were so many cute anecdotes in the interview I wanted to draw something based on this part :>
I took the interview translation from here! → [x]
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“Let’s end this, hyung,” Jongin said.
Kyungsoo answered him with muffled sobs.
“This is getting ridiculous and tiring. I don’t want this anymore.”
Kyungsoo let out a faint “no,” and then shook his head several times.
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Jongin ignored him, stood up, and allowed Kyungsoo to watch his retreating back.
“Jongin, please,” Kyungsoo said, still shaking his head. “Don’t!”
The room became silent.
“UGH!” Kyungsoo stomped his way towards Jongin. He punched, and slapped, and hit Jongin on any accessible part of his body, but Jongin just kept on laughing at him.
“You’ve watched that episode so many times, hyung!” he said as he shield himself from Kyungsoo’s attacks. “And besides, Prince of Tennis has nothing dramatic for you to cry about.”
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and kicked Jongin on his shins. Jongin continued to laugh, but it was a soft laughter this time.
“Hyung,” he said, laying his hands on Kyungsoo’s face, and gently stroking the remaining tears with his thumb. “You’ll get headaches again if you cry and cry,” he chuckled. “C’mon hyung, let’s just lie on the bed and sleep.”
Kyungsoo continued to glare at him.
“What? You want to spend more time with that fictional Ryoma guy more than me?”
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, but followed Jongin to the bed anyway.
love me right au!: Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Everyone says that CHEN is an idea. A figment. Something that my mind created. But… an idea doesn’t speak. An idea doesn’t laugh. An idea can’t spring this light in my heart. And surely, an idea can’t love me right. But… CHEN can. He’s out there. I won’t give up.
Flowers and ink
Author: Kimmiekimkim_95
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A cute tattoo artist sets up shop next to Jongin’s flower shop. Who knew Jongin had a slight thing for cute boys with tattoos?
Admin Z’s Notes: I adore a tatted!Kyungsoo esp since that pictuer I saw on twitter with a bad ass Kyungsoo oh god just the thought of that makes me wanna do so many not so innocent things to him T_T
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Merry Christmas to my love, lloydoholic!!
Steter AU: chocolatier!Peter
Peter Hale, who is famous for his chocolate in all of Beacon Hills, is put to the test when Stiles Stilinski first visits his chocolaterie. “How dare this little shit insult his chocolate?!”
But Stiles keeps visiting and although he’s quite annoying, Peter gets used to his presence. And maybe he’d like to know more about Stiles than he originally planned.
derek/stiles (teen wolf)
twentysomething (AO3)
oneshot
m
au, fluff, romance, humour, smut
description; today is scott's first day of kindergarten and derek is terrified.
derek as jackson and scott's dad, how cuuuuuute.
Artist: @gkdlzb1234 posted via twitter Translator: ladyshotacon via tumblr
Special permission was granted by the artist to translate and reprint this comic.
DO NOT REPRINT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES.
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"Katara lingered for a moment longer, staring at him. Every part of her form was cast in shades of blue with the sun’s light behind her. Despite the cobalts and sapphires of the shadows, the blue of her eyes still stood out as brighter than the rest. "You’re okay?" she whispered softly. He quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t move. If he’d been granted this view of his water bender, he wanted to drink it in."
Zutara Week 2014 : Cobalt Blue.
A companion piece to raedeanne’s Zutara Week submission.
19 STEREK
19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
This turned out really angsty… oops. And it’s mostly dialogue… oops. +
"You’re not seriously leaving," Derek muttered.
Stiles didn’t respond, only kept shoving random shirts into an overnight bag. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. In fact, it happened so often that they had a bit of a routine down.
It went like this: Derek would say the wrong thing. Stiles would glare at him for a solid minute before rolling his eyes and pulling out his phone- probably to tell Scott how horrible his husband was. Derek would make the mistake of asking “what?” and the next thing he knew they were screaming at each other while Stiles packed a bag and threatened to leave for good.
Of course, Derek knew it was all for show. Stiles had cried wolf (no pun intended) far too many times to scare Derek. Ok, that’s a lie. Derek was terrified every single time.
"Stiles would you calm down?" Derek said louder.
"No!"
"God, I am so sick of being the adult in this relationship."
Stiles stopped and stared, incredulously.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, Stiles, I’m not. Because an adult wouldn’t throw a fit and try to run away every time something goes wrong!"
The younger man now had tears in eyes, but Derek kept pushing.
"We’re married, for god’s sake! We have a house and a mortgage. You can’t keep throwing bitch fits like this-"
"That is it. I’m done. I am so fucking done." Stiles yelled.
"No you aren’t,"
Stiles zipped the suitcase and tossed it over his shoulder. He was crying now and Derek probably was too. He couldn’t real feel anything, except the pent up rage spilling lose.That and the anxiety burning his chest.
"I mean it this time. I can’t stay here. I can’t and I won’t."
Something in his voice rattled Derek. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes. This was real. He meant it. Derek had finally done it, finally pushed him over the edge. He was losing the only thing left in the world that he loved. The only thing that loved him back.
"You said this was it. You said I was it for you." Derek whispered.
"That was different! That was when we were…"
"Happy?"
Stiles’ eyes flicked to the ground.
"You don’t get to pick and choose," Derek continued, "for better or for worse remember? You can’t just give up!"
Neither of them had the courage to speak again after that. They just stood in silence. Not an awkward or comfortable silence. No, it was entirely different. It was final. It felt like a goodbye. And Derek couldn’t have that.
"Please… just stay," he finally said.
"Yeah," Stiles whispered, "yeah okay."
jongin/kyungsoo
kaizhoo (asianfanfics)
drabble
au, fluff
description; two literature student majoys, notes exchanged.
AU where Stiles goes on a blind date at a restaurant and Derek is his waiter!!!
Derek hates watching other people get stood up. Not becausehe’s compassionate or anything like that, but because the stood-up always endsup ordering far too many drinks, staying until well after closing to whine toanyone who will listen (just anyone in the vicinity, really), and not tipping.
This is why, when the guy at table 25 is just passing thehour mark of checking his phone between rounds of staring unblinkingly at thefront entrance, Derek marches up to him and says, “You need to leave.”
The guy startles, eyes darting quickly up from his phone. “Huh?”
“This is a table for two,” Derek says bluntly. “Your date isobviously not coming, and we have a line out the door. Leave now before youembarrass yourself even more.”
It’s kind of true.The line does basically reach the door, and they have calls for reservations comingin every ten minutes or so, but it’s not as urgent as he’s making it sound. Hetells himself this is all for the greater good: the guy doesn’t lose his wholenight and Derek doesn’t have to deal with any tears later.
“I’m-“ the guy scoffs, “I’m embarrassing myself? Who the hell are you?”
“The waiter who’s seen plenty of people get stood up before,so take my advice and leave while you still have some dignity.”
The guy gives him a once-over as he leans back in his chair,like he’s assessing Derek. Finally, he says, “Just for that? I’m going to startwith the chips and queso dip.”
Of all the reactions Derek was expecting, this was not oneof them. He asks, “What?” when it finally clicks that this man is not, in fact,leaving.
“Yep.” The guy nods obnoxiously, a devious grin on his face.“I’m here for the long haul now, buddy.”
Derek hateswatching people get stood up.
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Hello! If you are still interested in prompts, what if Derek owned a bakery that Stiles frequented. Both flirt and want to ask the other out. On Valentine's Day and Derek decides that this is the day he asks Stiles out. Then Stiles orders a cupcake for his Valentine meaning Derek ... but derek thinks he has someone else in mind.
Every day at 2:15, Stiles comes into Derek’s bakery, buys a blueberry muffin and then whatever is the special for the day, and stays and flirts with him while he boxes up his items and rings him up.
And every day when the bell chimes signaling Stiles’s exit, Derek regrets not asking him out.
Stiles is cute and unashamedly silly, and he makes Derek laugh, which it’s a rare few who can do that these days to be honest. They flirt the entire time Stiles is in the shop, and he doesn’t think he misses the look of disappointment that crosses Stiles’s face when he has to leave.
Derek gives him things to try, has Stiles taste his newest concoctions, and god the moans Stiles makes when he tries them. He has dreams about those moans. He has dreams about making Stiles make those moans with something other than his dessert. God, he needs to just ask him out already.
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Sterek AU: Stiles is starting to think it may not have been the best choice jumping into some stranger’s car while trying to avoid the Sheriff. This guy’s eyebrows are giving off definite serial killer vibes and he doesn’t seem to be responding well to Stiles natural wit and charm.
Luckily for Stiles, Derek almost definitely won’t kill him. When the Sheriff finds out that his son carjacked his new deputy however, it might be a different story (insp.)
IM OBSESSED WITH THE THOUGHT OF A HIGH SCHOOL AU WHERE ONLY A TRUE MATE CAN LEAVE MARKS BEHIND ON THEIR WERE SO STILES LIKES TO SEND DEREK HOME WITH HICKEYS AND DEREK'S FAMILY IS NOSEY
YOU MEAN SOMETHING LIKE
“Why are you wearing a scarf?”
“What?”
“A scarf. Why’re you wearing one?”
“I’m cold.”
“In California? In spring? As a werewolf?” Cora asks, punctuating each question by raising her eyebrow a little higher.
“Yes,” Derek huffs, pulling his scarf tighter in a not-so-nonchalant way.
“Where’d ya get it?”
“Isaac.”
“Huh,” Cora mutters, smirking. “First truthful thing yet.”
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“Der’k what’s dat?” his younger cousin asks, sitting on his lap.
“What’s what, Sammy?”
“Dat,” she says, pointing her little finger at the discolorationjust peeking over the neckline of his shirt.
“Is that a bruise?” Talia asks, leaning forward a little inher armchair.
Lying to an alpha won’t work, obviously, so he tries tomake his way around the question as best he can.
“Oh, yeah. Got it after school today. Lacrosse practice.”Which, true. Stiles most certainly had given it to him after lacrosse.
“Why hasn’t it healed yet?”
“It was pretty hard,” he offers weakly.
“Should I call Deaton? Does it hurt?”
“No! No. Definitely don’t call Deaton, I can hardly evenfeel it anymore. Everything’s fine. I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, frowning.
“Definitely. No big deal, it’ll probably be gone in tenminutes.”
“Alright,” Talia says slowly. “But if it’s not gone by laterI want you to tell me, alright?”
“Right. Sounds good, Mom,” he says, practically dumpingSammy off his lap in his haste to stand. “See you later.”
———
Derek doesn’t quite understand what stupid universal law isin play that makes it so a true mate’s mark doesn’t fade for days. It’s nicefor claiming and all that, but as far as hiding your mate from your familygoes, it’s not the best. They’d all make a huge deal about it, his mothergushing and Peter teasing and he doesn’t even want to think about what his sisters would say.
That’s how he finds himself shut in the bathroom, attemptingto apply some of Laura’s concealer. Which, apparently, is way harder than hethought. He’s got it on his shirt,the mirror, his forehead even.
He’d become so enraptured in doing it correctly that hehadn’t even heard the footsteps come crashing down the hall, and doesn’t havetime to do anything but yank his shirt collar back up when Laura comes barginginto the bathroom, growling, “Cora that stuff is expens- oh.”
“Hi,” Derek says, wishing he could melt into the bathroomfloor.
“Uh, hey.”
“Hi,” he says again. This is going well.
“I uh- I smelled my makeup from my room and I thought youwere Cora.”
“I’m not.”
“Right.”
They stare at each other for another second, before Laurasays, “I’m not judging or anything. I know guys who wear makeup.”
Okay, so maybe that should make Derek feel better, butconsidering why he’s actually even in here it really, really doesn’t.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. It’s cool if you wanna use it. Just uh, buy your ownfrom now on. And maybe try locking the door.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“It’s cool, little bro,” Laura says, then backs out of thebathroom, closing the door as she goes.
———
“Stiles, you need to stop this,” Derek says, cornering himafter school the next day.
“Stop what?”
“This,” Dereksays, pulling down the neck of his shirt to reveal a few dark marks.
“Uh, really? Because me being backed against this wall kindof gives off the opposite impression.”
“Stiles.”
“I’m kidding, dude, c’mon,” he says, lightly shoving at Derek’s shoulder. When he doesn’t back off, Stiles ducks under his arm and pops backup behind him. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
“I don’t- I don’t wantyou to stop, but my family keeps almost finding out.”
“Aren’t you ever going to tell them about us?”
“You haven’t told your dad yet.”
“My dad’s got a gun.”
“Fair point,” Derek laughs. He sobers up in a second though,adding, “I want them to know about you, but I don’t want them to know aboutthe whole, you know…”
“Soulmates thing,” Stiles says, grinning.
“True mates, youdork.”
“Same thing.”
Derek grunts but doesn’t argue, and Stiles considers it awin.
“Don’t worry, Der,” he adds, winking. “I’ll just make themharder to find.”
jongin/kyungsoo
kais (written in 3daysofkaisoo's livejournal)
oneshot
nc-17
au, romance, slight angst
description; kyungsoo takes a step back but jongin just keeps stepping forward.
Kagehina a 7 or 17
So late sorry! I love these dorks ♥♥♥ thank you for your request!
derek/stiles (teen wolf)
secondstar (AO3)
chaptered, complete (19)
m
au, college!au, fluff, angst, smut, humour
description; stiles has a favourite table at the library. then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.
if you haven't noticed, i'm currently so obsessed with sterek rn that all i've been doing is reading sterek fanfics (perfect timing cz i'm currently sick and can hardly go out) so i'm sorry for the lack of variety that i've been posting onto my blog.
for sterek fans, read this if you haven't. it's so good and funny.
