FIGHT ME.

arrafrost:

torakodragon:

And at that moment, Derek knew he should have brought his own set of clothes when staying the night at Stiles’ house.

[So i sorta made this shirt on Society6 here sorry bye]

[I missed the boys, I missed doing this, and also I still really want this shirt]

“Stiles… why am I wearing this shirt?” Derek tugged at the collar of the oddly labelled t-shirt, frowning at the implications.

“Because… wait for it,” Stiles was grinning like an idiot and Derek had no desire to ‘wait for it’, but very few things could stop Stiles from making jokes when he wanted to. “You’re a wolf. We have to beware you - not be aware mind you because I’m always aware of dogs, wanting to pet them and anyway - beware of werewolf but instead it’s-”

“Yes Stiles, a dog joke. Your humor is surpassed by no one,” Derek said in a monotone that had Stiles pouting.

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

winks

OMFGFGFFGF UR 15 WITH THAT ART TALENT

no

loupi:

torako-ryu:

torakodragon:

PLAID SHIRTS

LITTLE FLUKES 

MAKES A WOLF GO

AWOOOWOOO

That’s the way they all come through like

awoowoo

woowoo

-

buzz cut

hairdo

fuzz that makes you

awoowoo

CAUSE I JUST BITE THEM UP

JUST BITE THEM UP

TO TURN THEM NOW

L - Y - C - A - N - T - H - R - O - P - Y IS JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNT TO PRONOUNCE

AWOOOWOOOOWOWOOO

skylark-horizon:

Whoops I accidentally Jeep’d . 

(Substitute goggles until I find my good ones. ) 

arrafrost:

torako-ryu:

russogermany121:

torakodragon:

“Sti-“
“No! Nope! Don’t even say a word! And i don’t care if you’re The Alpha or whatever! I’m getting out of here with at least half of my dignity!”

*Waits for whatever story arra will come up with*

#LAUGHS CAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY WAIT FOR ARRA TO FIC

*FLAILING AND SCREAMING* Your wait was worth it, and also very endearing <3 BTW… this fic is NSFW because Torah needs more for her NSFW tag xD

Yup. It was official. Stiles hated his life.

Mainly because every time he went out running with wolves he ended up in an awkward - no, awkward isn’t quite strong enough - painfully compromising situation with Derek. Once they’d been shoved into a closet together. Yes the innuendo of that was perfect in every way wasn’t it?

Now. Now they were in a box. More specifically a crate that Derek had hauled him into but it was in box form all the same. They’d been stalking an incubus near the area and followed it into an abandoned warehouse. That happened to be filled with rather deceptively large crates - that were inconveniently small once you were inside them. Stiles knew that. Because he was inside one with Derek two centimetres from his face.

And that is where Stiles had been. For the past twenty minutes.

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