just_a_breath
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“What does this mean?” Stiles asks, sliding his phone across the counter toward Scott.
Scott doesn’t pause in shoveling cereal in his mouth as he picks the phone up and studies it. “He wants you to stay over tonight,” Scott translates after swallowing.
Stiles stares at him, not amused.
“I don’t know, man. I don’t know the nature of your whatevership with Derek. He either wants to patrol the forest with you or fuck you, I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”
Bookmarked by just_a_breath
10 Oct 2017
-
Tags
Summary
Derek doesn’t tell Stiles he’s proud of him. He doesn’t say that sales have gone up lately, and it’s probably this Twitter account’s doing. Instead, he settles his hand on the small of Stiles’s back and tentatively rests it there. “Not bad,” he says. “For a rookie.”
Bookmarked by just_a_breath
10 Oct 2017
-
Tags
Summary
“Okay,” Stiles started. He had a monumentally stupid idea, but well, that was kind of his trademark. At least they usually worked out for him. Emphasis on usually. “If I win…you have to go to my ten-year high school reunion next year. As my date.”
Bookmarked by just_a_breath
10 Oct 2017
-
Tags
Summary
In which Stiles is thoroughly confused and awkwardly misinterprets the situation, and has fallen in love with Derek's heavenly baked goods before he even knew (let alone fell for) Derek Hale. Also, first meetings are a mess and the universe hates him, but nothing new there, right?
Bookmarked by just_a_breath
11 Oct 2017
-
Tags
Summary
It’s cliché as shit, Stiles thinks. The nerd in love with the punk. He figures he wouldn’t want Derek Hale so much if he didn’t have those fucking tattoos everywhere, didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, and didn’t wear those stupid leather jackets. They’re not the same jacket either, Stiles has counted at least four different ones that the resident punk owns
Bookmarked by just_a_breath
08 Oct 2017