when you see a rude hate post in your OTP’s tag
"That sucked," Stiles mumbled as she stumbled from the car towards the loft, shoving goo soaked hair off her face.
"Agreed," Derek said as he followed, waving Lydia and Scott off.
"I thought it would get easier in college," Stiles grumbled as they rode the lift up to the loft.
"Why would you think that? That makes no sense," Derek replied as he shoved the door open.
"Faulty human logic," Stiles said, tugging her sneakers off and sniffing them experimentally. She signed and tossed them aside. "These are a lost cause. Damn it, I loved those sneakers."
"I’ll get you another pair," Derek said as he led Stiles through the loft to the bathroom.
"But I’ll have to wear them in again, and they were perfectly worn," Stiles whine, letting Derek tug her towards the bathroom.
"Wuss," Derek teased as he sat her down on the toilet seat and ran a hot bath.
"Am not," Stiles protested. "I helped fight off that demon tonight no problem!"
"And then whined about your shoes," Derek said, adding some unscented bubbles to the water.
"But they’re my favorite sneakers," Stiles complained, pouting.
"I’d kiss that pout away, but you have that goo all over your face," Derek said as he shut off the water.
"I see how it is," Stiles said as she climbed off the toilet seat and shucked her clothes, tossing them in a corner. "Those are done for as well. That goo soaks through everything."
"We should have fought it in Hazmat suits," Derek said with a grin as he helped Stiles into the tub.
Stiles hissed as she sank into the hot water, humming when she felt Derek cupping water over her hair. “Don’t know how I let Lydia convince me to grow my hair out, I just get shit in it,” she mumbled, groaning when Derek’s fingers massaged shampoo into her hair. “Nevermind, this is why I did it. Magic fingers.”
Derek chuckled and massaged for a bit longer before rinsing Stiles’ hair out. “You could cut it if you want,” he murmured. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her wet shoulder, blowing at the bubbles playfully.
Stiles shrugged as she reached for the soap, unscented like the bubbles and the shampoo. “Maybe,” she said as she scrubbed at the goo on her skin.
"I wouldn’t care," Derek said, hand slipping under the soap to tweak one of Stiles’ nipples, grinning when she gasped.
"Stop that," Stiles whimpered, biting her lip when she felt Derek’s fingers start to roll her nipple. "Too tired for this shit."
Derek relented and drained the tub, helping Stiles out and into a towel. “Raincheck then,” he murmured as he rubbed Stiles’ skin dry.
Stiles hummed and leaned against Derek, eyes half closed, not even caring if she got his clothes wet. She sighed and smiled sleepily when she felt Derek putting her hair in a french braid so it wouldn’t get all tangled when she slept. “Best boyfriend ever,” she mumbled.
Derek chuckled and hoisted her into his arms, dropping the towel on the floor as he carried her to the bedroom. They hadn’t made the bed from earlier that day, so Derek carefully deposited Stiles amidst the sheets and turned to undress. When he turned back around, he grinned when he caught Stiles on her side, levered up on one elbow watching him.
"You’re hot," Stiles said.
"And you said you’re too tired," Derek teased as he climbed into bed with his girlfriend.
"Not too tired for cuddles with my super hot, figuratively and literally, boyfriend," Stiles hummed, wrapping herself around Derek, her face pressed to his neck.
Derek chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his nose to her hair and inhaling deep, rumbling softly to lull Stiles to sleep. He knew there would always be days like these, where he worried for her safety, where his heart stopped from fear that she’d been hurt. But she was no fragile human. She was a spark. And she was his.
Happy 23rd Birthday Dylan O’Brien
aka Brian O’DylanAugust 26th 1991. Long suffering Mets fan.
"Oh my god, so many geeky things about me. Generally geeky, I mean I geek out about baseball. My two favorite things are baseball and The X-Factor. I don’t know. I’m a huge Star Wars geek, I’m a huge everything geek."
"I’m always a little innately shy when I first talk to a girl, and I think I always will be! But I think that’s a good thing. You don’t want to lose that."
WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
more like, i’m not touching this fic with a ten foot pole are you fucking kidding me
Bless you Kate, bless you, bless you, no really bless you and your constant hugs, Because without them and Shea’s support I literally don’t see how I would get though this post grad struggle bus. You have been a literal ray of sunshine with your pillow forts and our Skype chats <3
Just thank you and never change because you are perfect the way that you are and its times like these that make me wish that I lived in closer to you :)
I’ll dress masculine if I want. I’ll dress feminine if I want. I’ll dress like a goddamn banana if I want. And if you don’t like it then you can fuck right off.
I painted my graduation cap.
Because I’d rather be at Hogwarts.
Something that college absolutely did not prepare me for was the utter rejection and lack of something good happening in my job search. I really just want to lay down in a puddle of water because the anxiety is like going up 10 notches every day.
And yes I know everyone is going through the same thing and in the same boats and a thousand other cliches but I just want a job. Like I feel really, utterly lost without one.
You would think that teenagers would be the rudest customers when really it’s mostly old, middle-aged people.
The elderly are either adorable or the wrinkly reincarnation of Satan there is no in between