He never thought Derek would be so gentle.
Derek has always been rough edges, or at least it seemed— broken, jagged pieces of glass too dangerous to get near. But glass is ultimately the perfect metaphor, because Derek is fragile. He falls asleep to Stiles’ voice chatting over the phone, brings Stiles coffee because he knows he’s studying, and tears up when they watch sad movies. He always asks if Stiles is okay with what he’s doing when they have sex, and holds him close afterwards, carding his fingers through his hair with a look on his face that scares Stiles— frightens him because no one has ever looked at him like that and he wonders if that’s the same look on his face when he gazes at Derek. He wonders if he’s that fragile, too. He wonders if he’s capable of breaking Derek.
Sometimes Derek tries to hide it, like the sharp, glistening edges of glass ward away touch. He masks fear under dry humor and sadness under anger. He won’t admit that Scott’s brotherly friendship with him means the world to him, that the Sheriff’s acceptance of his character is so important, or that he’s making tentative steps towards friendship with the Argents. He won’t say that he misses his family, or that he’s still guilty about Boyd and Erica. He won’t tell Stiles he’s terrified of screwing things up with their relationship, but Stiles can see it reflected back in those small, simple, affectionate actions that Derek doesn’t think twice about performing. He can see the cracks that haven’t broken away yet, and wonders about them— wonders if there’s a way to fix it all.
All he knows is that he’d suffer every cut, every splinter digging into his skin, every painstaking hour piecing things back together to make it happen.
"I think it’s cool," Kira says, eyes wide and earnest, gaze still swivelling around the high and empty walls, "that you’re into, like, alternative living spaces."
"I’m just not sure if—other people—" Derek tears his eyes away from the corner he’s been eyeing out since the first time he stepped in here, clean and dry; close to the heater, but not too close; subject to the skylight’s slow-moving patch of gentle sunlight from 8 to 11 o’clock in the morning. "If they. Um. If they’ll like it."
"You should do what makes you happy,” Kira says, loyally, honestly.
"Are you serious,” Stiles says. He’s standing in The Corner, only he doesn’t sound like he’s appreciating The Corner. Not that he has any reason to, yet.
Or maybe ever. “What,” Derek says, already hurt and bristling, so easy, easy for this kid.
"You’re such a dumb fuck," Stiles says, calmly, and Derek doesn’t flinch but it’s a near, precipitous thing. "Do you—do you try to pick places that are difficult to defend, where people can just—zero in on you—”
Derek hasn’t thought about it. Had only imagined coming through the lovely, wide doorway and being able to see Stiles, waiting on his bed, loping across the floor towards him, unhurried, knowing he’d still be there. “Kira liked it,” he says, shoving his hands into his pocket, grimly happy that the space is pleasantly cool even in the Indian summer afternoons. “She said it was cool.”
"Well," Stiles hunches his shoulders, sneers, "if Kira liked it.”
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I just want a fic where Derek is so desperate to get fucked that he’s spent the better part of an hour working himself open until his dick is rock hard and fucking dripping but Stiles just shakes his head and tells Derek to show him how much he wants him, how much he wants…
have??? some??? sterek porn??? i dont remember??? drawing????????????
elizabeth and i were talking about gentle derek and
imagine if derek having an ipad and filling it with books to read
imagine derek going to the same coffeeshop every day to read and the cute barrista (cough boyd) would learn his order and always have it waiting for him…
we have all read fanfiction that we shouldn’t have
just a few favorite tags
The first character I first fell in love with Hmm, Stiles maybe? :)
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now LYDIA MARTIN. Before she became the smart bad ass we know and love I hated her with every fiber of my being
The character everyone else loves that I don’t Everyone loves sassy uncle Peter but he can die
The character I love that everyone else hates Bad bitch Alpha Kali
The character I used to love but don’t any longer I had a soft for Jackson for like 5 minutes
The character I would totally smooch Derek Hale my bb and Isaac yes Isaac but then Lydia my queen and ugh my strong prince Boyd but ugh I’m gonna smooch everyone k
The character I’d want to be like Allison and Lydia please and thank you. Lydia for her confidence and Allison everything
The character I’d slap Peter and the murder twins
A pairing that I love STEREK AND SCISAAC AND SCEREK AND SCISAAC AND DALLISON AND I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO PICK JUST ONE
A pairing that I despise ugh jydia, pydia, lydia and aiden basically lydia and shit heads
and malia and stiles ew