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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arrafrost:

torakodragon:

[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.”