FIGHT ME.

arrafrost:

torakodragon:

Stiles is Derek’s favorite pillow.

For once Stiles was going to catch up on his school work. It had been a long week battling other werewolves that didn’t understand Beacon Hills already had a pack, hunters that refused to believe that one of their hunters was part of a pack, and a couple of pixies who were high on mushrooms that were convinced Stiles was the goddess of the land. Which he had to admit flattered him quite a bit until they magicked him into a tutu made of flower petals and a corset made of leaves and twigs… he had never felt so exposed and so oppressed in all his life.

Now he was going to read his course book for his English class because his dad was going to eviscerate him if he failed. That’s when the black pup jumped up onto the couch with him, settling over his legs and sniffing at his book. It wasn’t unusual. Stiles was becoming accustomed to Derek running around in his wolf form, even if it confused him considering Stiles would be just as if not more cuddly with the typical person version of Derek. Stiles didn’t think much of it, simply glanced up over his book to catch the wolf’s eyes before turning back to the words.

Derek, of course, didn’t like to be ignored and continued to move forward on Stiles body until the book was forced down against his chest as the wolf climbed on top of him and nuzzled his wet nose against the crook of Stiles neck. Stiles’ eyes narrowed, the level of unimpressed he was at his furry companion was off the charts but he could do nothing more than glower at the ceiling as he tried to speak around the mass amount of fur that was blocking his airway.

“This is revenge for falling asleep on you the other day, isn’t it?”

/Giggles/ You would recognize the the similarities, wouldn't you? ( X )