Cutsie Patootie
Asked by jantelaw
Ohhh Jante! Be still my heart!
One year and 4 days ago, I drew my first drawing for the Teen wolf fandom.
The name of this piece is called regret.
I’m on an endless quest in this store to find these slippers that look like abominable snowman feet.
Not as white as i would prefer. but close enough.
I’m on an endless quest in this store to find these slippers that look like abominable snowman feet.
[EYEBROWS INTENSIFY]
I am sorry for I have gone too far.
“Stiles… what is this?” Derek stared with suspicion, annoyance tugging at his brows, at the collage on Stiles’ wall. It had been hidden behind a movie poster that had fallen while Stiles was sitting at his desk doing homework and Derek was lying on the bed reading. Derek had gotten up to pick it up when Stiles didn’t budge from his seat – headphones still covering his ears – but when he reached down, he noticed what was on the wall and promptly stepped back to pull the headphones abruptly off Stiles’ head.
Stiles didn’t have much chance to protest when he was faced with the wall and Derek’s… unhappy eyebrows. “Um… it’s a- research?”
“Taking pictures of my expressions?”
“…Of which you have a beautiful array of?”
“Stiles.”
Stiles pursed his lips together guiltily, “This was before we started… well… before we started. I research dude! It’s what I do. And you were so damn hard to figure out with these barely noticeable changes in your facial expressions. I had to decipher exactly how you felt. I knew there was something else beneath all that scruff and scowl and sarcasm. The three S’s…. huh. I should add that to the equation!”
Derek grabbed Stiles hand before he could lean forward and write anything on the papers on the wall. Stiles glanced up, confused but Derek merely smirked down at him, “I think you have enough research by now Stiles.”
Stiles’ beamed, licking his lips slowly, not missing how Derek’s eyes flicked down to watch. “Oh I dunno… I could do with some more experimentation.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I haven’t photographed your O-face yet,” the wicked grin spread across his lips and Derek chuckled, bending down and getting closer to Stiles until Derek’s hands clasped the arms of the swivel desk chair and… rolled it to slam against the wall. Stiles rocked back in surprise, opening his eyes to find Derek hovering over him, pinning him to the chair with his body but also with the lust in his eyes.
“Shit…” he gulped, but his body was more than ready, “do I have time to get my camera?”
Derek grinned, leaning in until he was all Stiles could see, “Next time.”
MY SISTER IS PLAYING BOOTY MAN REALLY LOUDLY AND I CAN HEAR IT FROM MY ROOM.
BACK UP THE BOOTY I NEED THE BOOTY I LIKE THE BOOTY OH WHAT A BOOTY
Derek growled, frowning and scowling at the mirror… for the fifth time that morning and Stiles had been trying to sleep, rolled around and wrapped up into a cocoon of blankets that he claimed for his own once Derek left the bed. If he had just gotten up to pee… he would have been shit out of blankets when he came back to bed. But instead… he had been having a growly argument with himself in the mirror. And he left the stupid en-suite bathroom door open. So Stiles could hear the whole thing.
With a sigh, Stiles uncoiled himself from the blankets and crawled out of bed, sleepily making his way to the bathroom. He leaned against the door frame, eyes still closed from sleep and his head barely upright, only staying on his shoulders thanks to his neck.
Derek mumbled something under his breath and Stiles somehow knew his boyfriend was refusing to look at Stiles’ reflection in the mirror.
“I don’t have werewolf hearing, Derek. You need to speak up.”
“…” The silence was followed by the gentle thud of Derek’s forehead hitting the mirror. “My eyebrows are too thick…”
Stiles peeked an eye open, one of his own eyebrows raised in question, “Huh?”
“Cora keeps telling me my bushy caveman eyebrows make me unapproachable and she’s right,” Derek grumbled and Stiles could tell how much it pained Derek to admit this… and Stiles tried very, very hard not to laugh at him because of how adorable he was. Standing there, slight blush on his cheeks, forehead pressed into the mirror, frowny pout on his lips… too cute.
Stiles pushed himself off the door frame, lips pressed together to keep from grinning like an idiot or giggling, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders and pulling him away from the mirror. “It’s okay!” He rubbed his face against Derek’s cheek for emphasis, “I love your eyebrows!”
Derek inhaled deeply, shoulders relaxing from Stiles’ proximity and scenting. “Really?”
“Yeah!” Stiles kissed him on the cheek, nuzzling him more, “You’re my burly caveman wolf and I love you.”
Derek’s face deadpanned as he leaned back and let the side of his head hit the mirror again. Stiles followed, giggling against Derek’s neck and keeping his arms wrapped around his grumpy boyfriend.
