~SING~

Queer. Ships queer ships (canon/non-canon). Ships het too. If you have a problem with non-canon then idek.

mumfordandtomlinson:

Stiles in the background when Scott says “Oh, thank God.”

(Source: theregattascene, via blaineswolf)

agartaart:

Prompt from Anon: Stiles brushing Wolf!Derek’s pelt and putting a ribbon on him. *♥_♥* 

agartaart:

Prompt from Anon: Stiles brushing Wolf!Derek’s pelt and putting a ribbon on him. *♥_♥* 

(via athenadark)

mysnarkyself:

Teen Wolf AU - Sterek AU

Where deputy Derek Hale finds Stiles handcuffed to the sheriff’s desk.

(via chasingshhadows)

softlycanthropy:

FAN: A lot of crap has happened through the seasons, and I’m wondering how you think it’s going to be good that no one is coping.

POSEY: No one’s coping? That’s what’s going on?

EADDY: Can you explain that a little bit more? What do you mean by that?

FAN: Say, if someone dies, you need to cope. To get better. To mourn! No one’s mourning in the show!

POSEY: It’s definitely still there, it’s in everyone’s lives, it always is. But there’s, literally, we can’t— we have to prevent other things from always happening. So it kind of builds and builds and sits there in the back of their head, but it’s always there.

EADDY: I’ve had a lot of people ask that on tumblr, too, or I’ve read a lot of that on tumblr, and let me say— this is war.

@Eyecon Teen Wolf (6.15.14)

(via anvh89)

Finished. \o/ Just gotta be ironed & stuff. @it_oblivion #teenwolf #sterek #crossstitch #xstitch

Finished. \o/ Just gotta be ironed & stuff. @it_oblivion #teenwolf #sterek #crossstitch #xstitch

shadowstiles:

I need you so much closer 

(via qhuinn)


Stiles Stilinski is the son of President Stilinski, making him the First Son of the United States. It’s a title he would rather not have, along with the responsibilities - and sometimes danger - that come with it. He’s often finding ways to ditch his security detail in order to try and live as normal a life as he possibly can. However, after one such stunt lands Stiles in the hospital with several injuries from an over-zealous crowd of fans, his father decides enough is enough.
Derek Hale, an ex-Marine who just finished his tour in Afghanistan, was recently hired by the Secret Service. He’s the youngest on the force and the President is hoping he can maybe relate to Stiles better than some of the older Agents that have already tried and failed. Derek is up to the task of trying to keep the wayward First Son safe.
The two immediately clash. Derek is gruff and stern, never letting Stiles out of his site when they’re in public. In private, he barely speaks a word. Stiles takes it upon himself to try his damnedest to get the Agent to run the other way. But Derek is stubborn and not budging, much to Stiles’ dismay. 
Stiles gives up and just starts filling their awkward silences with incessant chatter about nothing in particular: how ridiculous that woman’s hair looks at the banquet; if that foreign dignitary doesn’t stop staring at his ass, he won’t be held responsible for his actions; all the antics he pulled on the other Agents. Derek keeps quiet, but every once in awhile, Stiles will look over and find a ghost of a smile tugging at the man’s lips.
Eventually, Stiles starts talking about his late mother and how much she meant to him, how her death still effects him. He talks about how hard it is to be the First Son, how all he wants is to be free. And Derek listens, all the while realizing there is so much more to this stubborn, heard-headed young adult than he’d originally thought. So Derek starts talking, more than gruff commands about the days itinerary or things Stiles can or can’t be doing. He shares little tidbits about his life in the Marines, about the family he almost lost in a fire that was his fault. They form a friendship that Stiles finds he wishes could become more.
When there’s an attack during a function and Derek takes a bullet intended for the First Son, Stiles knows he’s feelings for the Agent go way beyond those of friendship. And when Stiles berates Derek for getting shot, Derek lifts a shaky, bloody hand to Stiles’ cheek and whispers, “Better me than you,” he thinks the Agent might just feel the same way.

Stiles Stilinski is the son of President Stilinski, making him the First Son of the United States. It’s a title he would rather not have, along with the responsibilities - and sometimes danger - that come with it. He’s often finding ways to ditch his security detail in order to try and live as normal a life as he possibly can. However, after one such stunt lands Stiles in the hospital with several injuries from an over-zealous crowd of fans, his father decides enough is enough.

Derek Hale, an ex-Marine who just finished his tour in Afghanistan, was recently hired by the Secret Service. He’s the youngest on the force and the President is hoping he can maybe relate to Stiles better than some of the older Agents that have already tried and failed. Derek is up to the task of trying to keep the wayward First Son safe.

The two immediately clash. Derek is gruff and stern, never letting Stiles out of his site when they’re in public. In private, he barely speaks a word. Stiles takes it upon himself to try his damnedest to get the Agent to run the other way. But Derek is stubborn and not budging, much to Stiles’ dismay. 

Stiles gives up and just starts filling their awkward silences with incessant chatter about nothing in particular: how ridiculous that woman’s hair looks at the banquet; if that foreign dignitary doesn’t stop staring at his ass, he won’t be held responsible for his actions; all the antics he pulled on the other Agents. Derek keeps quiet, but every once in awhile, Stiles will look over and find a ghost of a smile tugging at the man’s lips.

Eventually, Stiles starts talking about his late mother and how much she meant to him, how her death still effects him. He talks about how hard it is to be the First Son, how all he wants is to be free. And Derek listens, all the while realizing there is so much more to this stubborn, heard-headed young adult than he’d originally thought. So Derek starts talking, more than gruff commands about the days itinerary or things Stiles can or can’t be doing. He shares little tidbits about his life in the Marines, about the family he almost lost in a fire that was his fault. They form a friendship that Stiles finds he wishes could become more.

When there’s an attack during a function and Derek takes a bullet intended for the First Son, Stiles knows he’s feelings for the Agent go way beyond those of friendship. And when Stiles berates Derek for getting shot, Derek lifts a shaky, bloody hand to Stiles’ cheek and whispers, “Better me than you,” he thinks the Agent might just feel the same way.

(Source: bilesandthesourwolf, via sterek-stories)

sourwolves:

beacon nine nine (2/?)

(via derekandstilesdotcom)

"What are you looking at?" Stiles scoffs, feeling himself blush under the werewolf’s intense stare. He knows he can’t hide the way it makes his heart skip a beat.

Derek only tilts his head to the side, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You."

(Source: zainclaw, via chasingshhadows)