no one's here to sleep

laurel | 28 | will be on my death bed still fanning over Dylan O'Brien And this is my 95% 'nothing but DOB's face, Sterek, and dumb tags that literally amuse only myself ' side blog that runs almost entirely on a queue. Sometimes I write things, sometimes I make edits, mostly I just lurk but I'm always down to discuss how DOB/Sterek has ruined lives, particularly mine.

[sterek-unhinged]

Imagine being an openly gay show runner creating a remake of Teen Wolf (1985) and noticing the obvious queer coding of Stiles’s character and therefore writing Stiles in the remake as queer coded and then when people realize that, “hey, he’s obviously queer coded and you’ve got queer characters in your show, why not make Stiles bi?” and the actor who plays Stiles is totally willing to do it, you try to gaslight a bunch of people into believing that Stiles is a Heterosexual but continue to queer bait in the show’s subtext so as to not lose your queer audience and manage to bully the largest part of the fandom enough that they roast you off Twitter and split off from you and manage to be more popular and relevant online than the show itself.

[angkis]

'comfort'

[dakotaliar]

Commission Sterek art for a wonderful @paintedrecs and her amazing fanfic

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10502832/chapters/23173437

Put Down in Words

by @dakotaliar

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Feel free to ask me about the commissions!

Write to [email protected]

[nebuvoid]

[zzzz] It’s been two years since their wedding. Sometimes Stiles still can’t believe everything turned out so well considering the past events. Their marriage is far from perfect; they still argue and bicker and get on each other’s nerves and rile each other up. But they also love each other unconditionally. They go out every saturday night. They have a favourite diner. They cook together and they even have their own little garden full of herbs and vegetables. It’s almost ridiculous how domestic and old married couple-y they’ve become. 

Tonight, after the monthly pack meeting, Derek and Stiles both immediately collapsed on the bed, and Derek almost instantly fell asleep. It’s always fun to get the whole gang together but it’s also always a very tiring endeavour. 

It’s a hot summer night in the middle of July; the window is open because the air is heavy. Stiles can hear the crickets chirp outside in their herb garden. It’s nights like these, with Derek half-clinging to him even though it’s uncomfortably hot and humid, with Derek softly snoring next to him and giving him the reassurance of actually being there, with the wedding ring on Derek’s finger slightly glowing in the moon light, that fill Stiles with so much love and contentment he couldn’t possibly imagine to ever be any happier than this. 

On nights like these Stiles stays awake to cart his fingers through Derek’s hair and trace all the tiny laugh wrinkles around his eyes that he’s memorized until he finally falls asleep.

[overlycaffeinatedgalaxy]

I’m sorry but the way they made it canon that Derek Hale loved Stiles Stilinski after one of them ghosted the show and the other is killed off in the most heinous way possible is such 2013 Sterek fandom treatment like…

It is truly as though Jeff Davis sat down and told himself, “I’m going to fuck these insolent little shits as hard as possible a decade after my own relevancy and I’m going to pretend like it’s a beautiful metaphor.”

Like my dude, we get it, you have never had an original thought and spite fuels you, but this is just a level of clownery heretofore unseen even for Teen Wolf, and that’s fucking saying something.

[witchspark]

they killed derek????

[dylanholyhellobrien]

The silence is deafening.

[stilesedit]

Soft Stiles (requested by anonymous)

[valtsv]

i am not immune to the "character's eyes glow when they use their powers" trope

[valtsv]

i have this disease that makes me find it hot as fuck when a character's eyes glow as a warning when they're really angry or upset and about to use every last shred their power to absolutely waste the shit out of the target of their rage it's called having excellent taste

[tl-hoechlin]

[devildoll]

you know how when a big foofy cat gets wet and you see its actual body and not the stuff covering it you’re like OMG YOU ARE ACTUALLY SO TINY?

the exact opposite happens with Dylan O’Brien

[devildoll]

SEEMS LIKE A GOOD TIME FOR SOME WET SCANTILY CLAD STILES

[captain-snark]

stiles in a t-shirt and barefoot is scantily clad. Let’s talk about that atrocity for a moment.

But also let’s talk about Stiles getting wet around Derek, right. maybe it’s downpouring, maybe he falls in a lake. Who cares. The important part is that he’s wet. And maybe they’re both soaked and drying off and Stiles hates being wet and clothed, it’s the worst. And he’s not really paying attention until he IS paying attention enough to see that Derek keeps looking at him.

And then Derek’s looking away and then he’s looking again and Stiles is about to be all “what!“ when Derek’s gaze flicks deliberately down to his crotch and then snaps away. And Stiles’ eyes widen and he glances down and yea okay, so his jeans are sort of…you know hugging that area a bit  a lot and so his shirt is clinging to his abs but they’re not..like derek’s or anything and then he’s looking up and Derek is all flushed and deliberately concentrating on changing his clothes.

[nightsprite]

Everyone deserves a wet Dylan on their dash ☺️☺️☺️

[nephilimeq]

they kept on putting him into baggy clothes, purposely hiding the muscle that he had been building over the past couple seasons, because his character is supposed to be the human one, the one who is frail and breakable. And then they gave us this:

So…yeah.

[filmouts]

Dylan O’Brien on the trailer of “Love and Monsters”

[loakspider-deactivated20240220]

actual deleted scene from 3x24

[basilcakes-deactivated20141019]

d-d-d-dooooodle

[halinski]

Red Light, Green Light

I lost the original ask when I tried to post the other day but thankfully I had this saved! Thank you to the anon who sent this!! It was a great challenge and obviously it took me a long while (so I hope you’re still around!) but I’m actually quite happy with it :D I might finally be gaining some confidence with writing hehe lots of thanks to @kcfriedchicken​ for always putting up with me and cheering me on, and also to @livinginfictions​ for the thorough beta!! <3

[Read on AO3]

Derek blinked lazily at the clock on Stiles’ desk, wishing he could close his eyes and keep dozing, pretend he hadn’t seen how late it was getting because that meant putting an end to this. But…an alpha missing out or being late to his own pack meeting would not do. Especially if he popped up around the same time as Stiles, both of them smelling distinctly of each other.

No. This…whatever it was—well, relationship, yes, in a way—it was just theirs for now. Stiles’ and his. They hadn’t put a name to it, mostly because Derek feared to bestow a cursed title upon Stiles. Connections like this generally ended badly. But this was something that was just theirs, safe and secure behind four walls, or car doors. For now.

Another minute ticked by, striking Derek’s ears, drawing attention to the impatient little black hands, swinging further on and on, tempting Derek to dig his claws into the plastic and tear it apart, as if that would eradicate the concept of time so that he could continue to lie here with Stiles on his shoulder. If that was all his life consisted of from this day forward, Derek wouldn’t mind. He’d always seen himself bleeding to death at the hands of an enemy, enduring inexplicable pain but now… 

He could spend eternity here in Stiles’ room, on his tiny bed, and not be bothered at all, or alternatively, and more realistically, die happy on the spot in a good way.

He was half tempted to go public with their…relationship but it also made the fear of vulnerability stir inside his chest. It was one thing to have Stiles see his cracks and edges: to let him soothe them like balm in privacy, but revealing this thing with Stiles would mean letting the rest of the world know about his weakness. He knew the pack didn’t mean him any harm, and yet…

Derek was working on giving the softness inside him space. It was a work in progress.

He sighed, another tick and tock of a minute having gone by, the planned event creeping closer. Stiles snuffled against Derek’s shoulder at the sound, rubbing his scent into the worn grey shirt. His arm re-adjusted around Derek’s torso.

“If you keep up with that all my shirts are gonna be shoulder free - but only on the right side,” Derek said, amused and hell, proud even, at how quickly so many wolf-like behaviors had grown on Stiles; faster than anyone else in the pack, when he wasn’t even a wolf. It spoke volumes of Stiles’ understanding. Sure, he had been tactile from the start, searching for contact, and Derek had seen the hugs and shoulder pats he shared with his dad but this…it just felt right.

Derek was glad the human’s eyes were closed because the smirk he was wearing may have been closer to a smile, and he didn’t dare encourage Stiles’ ideas further. If he gave his cheesy thoughts too much room he would ruin their balanced give and take. They both found a necessary challenge in the other. Derek couldn’t just surrender.

“You can buy new ones,” Stiles mumbled, not caring to lift his head even the slightest bit. “Shit, it’s not like you’re poor. Don’t be stingy. Let a guy enjoy himself.”

Derek let out a light snort. “You’ve enjoyed yourself plenty. It’s time we get ready.”

Stiles just whined, slightly high pitched and grating, but a wordless communication Derek appreciated, if only for the fact that Stiles didn’t necessarily need his words around him anymore. When he didn’t want to, which…wasn’t very often.

“Come on, let’s go,” Derek said, giving Stiles’ a vigorous little back rub to try and get his system going, after which he managed to pull him up into a sitting position with him.

“This sucks. I’m going to excommunicate from the pack. Both you and me so we never have to deal with any responsibilities ever again,” Stiles said, blinking unhappily into the room.

Derek swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching his back. “And then I’ll whisk you away and we’ll live in a cave like real wolf-men for the rest of our lives,” he quipped.

“Exactly!” Stiles exclaimed, a grin splitting his face. “This is why I’m dating you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. You only want me because I’m a werewolf.” Derek let out a put upon sigh after slipping on his shoes and grabbing his jacket. Stiles joined him then, taking hold of Derek by wrapping his fist in the hem of his shirt.

“Come here, hot wolf-man,” Stiles mock-growled, pulling him in. Derek went along easily, lips finding Stiles’ blindly and letting himself sink into the warmth. Stiles’ hand stroked over his cheek with the tenderness of a sunlit daisy.

God, Derek was a goner.

Derek gently nudged Stiles back, righting his head. Stiles followed his movement with a subtle lick across his lips, pupils all wide and open, as if he had a whole world in there for Derek alone to make his home in. But he couldn’t let himself get distracted by Stiles again. 

“I’ll race you,” he blurted out to shake himself out of this delirious high. A challenge: one of the strongest motivators for Stiles. On cue, Derek watched the spark ignite in his eyes.

“I’m listening.” Stiles smiled at him defiantly.

“I bet I can make it home, shower and be ready before you are.”

“On foot? No way! I’m so going to win this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re a goner, Hale.“  Stiles was right about that on one count.

Derek met his gaze with equal glee. He held the moment just for a second longer, fingertips brushing against Stiles’ nape. Stiles’ pulse jumped beneath his thumb and Derek couldn’t put the feelings in his chest into words, nor actions. The most he was capable of was resting his forehead against Stiles’, just breathing him in.

Resisting the tangible temptation to give in to Stiles once more, Derek merely parted his lips to whisper, “Go!”

He ripped himself from the human and fled, holding fast to his next objective.

“Hey!” Stiles objected after a heartbeat, but Derek was already out the window.

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