jamespottersexslave:

sometimes I have so much second-hand embarrassment for a character that I can’t watch a scene without pressing pause 20 times

"If someone’s coming to take my head off, then yeah, I’d like to know."

feravertos:

it’s okay to want something for yourself

Happy New Years, Stiles.

Stiles rather watch the fireworks instead of seeing everyone around him suck face. It’s not like he wanted to kiss anyone anyways. Please. I mean it was a hectic year and who needs a little love after that? Not him that’s for sure. Allison is giggling away as Isaac lays another kiss against her lips. Lydia is practically on her tip-toes as Scott holds her close. Everyone had someone as the clock struck 12:00 and the fireworks exploded in the air, lighting up the sky like a pace rainbow. Reds and greens and oranges and blues. 

Stiles rather watch this. He rather imagine if he couldn’t have. It’s been so long since he’s seen Derek. After the man left it was nothing but texts and phone calls, most of them about how Scott was doing. He always asked about Scott. It was a nice change when he asked how Stiles was doing. How Stiles had been holding up. What Stiles had been doing during his spare time. But he wished Derek was here. Even to just watch the fireworks with. Two losers with shit luck in relationships. It would have been nice to not be the fifth wheel. He was always some extra wheel.

He sighed. “Happy New Year to me.”

12:01

12:02

12:03

12:04

He felt a tap on his shoulder. “Scott, what do you want?” he mumbled as he turned around. “I’m trying to sulk her-” Lips pressed against his, soft, warm and he could feel the stubble on his chin, scratching at his skin. Stiles found himself leaning into it, letting the tongue he was feeling slide into his mouth and explore. He could smell the familiar scent of Derek, feel the strong arms slide around him. He drifted away in all these senses and cloud his mind. It all made him melt into the man that had been gone for far to long.

When Derek pulled back Stiles looked up into the kaleidoscope green of Derek’s eyes, the fireworks easily being reflected back and frowned at him. Frowned at the lopsided grin on the man’s face.

"You’re late. I was feeling like a big loser. I didn’t have you to balance it all out."

"Happy New Year to you too. Besides better late than never," Derek responded before leaning back in to slow peck a kiss against Stiles lips. Stiles wasn’t sure if he meant abut New Years Eve or about the long battle between them and their feelings, but one thing was for sure. He’d rather start 2014 out with a late bang, than no bang at all. 

…or glowing eyes, or supersenses: I just have voices in my head

I can’t just turn this on. I’m not like you guys. I don’t have claws, or glowing eyes or super senses. I  just have   v o i c e s   i n   m y   h e a d.

w h a t   a r e   y o u   s m i l i n g  a b o u t  ?

y o u ’ r e   g o i n g   t o   b e   g o o d   a t   t h i s .

is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

halesfire:

season four caps  Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, the truth.