Gifts for alenie
2 Aug 2015
“Hush up, Rogers,” he says, tutting. “You’re not in charge tonight.”
Steve wants it, hard, and Bucky knows just the guy to help give it to him. Literally just porn.
Stiles meets Derek in Prague the morning of his seventeenth birthday. He’s hungover as fuck, and looking like it, too.
- Part 1 of Still Frames In Your Mind
“It’s just a weekend,” Derek says, hoping that saying it out loud will ease the tension that makes his shoulders tight and his nape feel stiff, that helps along the way-too-little-sleep headache pulsing behind his left eye. Having to let Stiles out of his sight for days is a challenge for his self-control, instincts telling him to be on high alert, to protect, to not let Stiles leave. Loneliness is already seeping into his bones, reopening the yawning, empty spaces inside of him; it’s not something Derek can dig his fangs into, can slash apart with his claws. Derek’s had a lot of practice in missing people -- Stiles -- but that doesn’t make it any easier.