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Anonymous said: Have you ever seen that video of the guy havinf surgery then meeting his wife/girlfriend again while on drugs and just starts saying things like "you married me??? Im so lucky wow youre so beautiful" i love it so much. can you write a sterek like that where stiles has surgery and is just complimenting derek while on the drugs omg?? thank you ily

felicitysmock:

Derek leans forward as Stiles’ eyes flutter open, touches his hand carefully. 

"Stiles?"

Stiles scrunches his face up, squints at him groggily, “Who’re you?”

"I’m Derek," he says hesitantly, reminding himself the doctor did say this could happen. It’s not long term. It’s not a terrible spell gone wrong. Derek will be remembered by the most important person in his life eventually. He swallows hard, tries not to panic. "I’m your husband."

Stiles’ eyes go wide, “You’re what— you’re my— you?

Derek tamps down on the flash of hurt, “Yeah, I’m sor—”

"Holy bananas, how’d I— how’d I get you to marry me? You’re so beautiful.”

Derek laughs, “So’re you.”

"Yeah, but," Stiles points weakly at Derek’s mouth, "Look at’your teeth, oh my god, how do they even— s’cute. Am I— Are you sure?”

"Pretty sure," Derek promises, squeezes his hand, "There was a ceremony and everything."

"What?" Stiles sits up a little, blinks wildly, "Did we really— I mean— really?"

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Tyler Hoechlin for August Man Malaysia August 2014 issue.(x)

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Best of Chris Evans at San Diego Comic Con 2014

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bookshop:

*curls into a ball on the floor*

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Mark Ruffalo and Chris Hemsworth at the Marvel Studios panel during Comic-Con International 2014 at San Diego Convention Center on (July 26, 2014)

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Anonymous said: The one where Rachel(Scott) finds out

felicitysmock:

So, they’re half naked on the couch. Stiles is dragging one hand up Derek’s back, the other linked with Derek’s above their heads. Derek is a sweet line of heat on top of him, grinding his hips down, kissing behind his ear, murmuring stupidly endearing stuff as he does so. Stiles is laughing, wrapping his legs round Derek’s waist and just about to declare Derek should carry him into the bedroom, when the door bursts open.

Scott slams on the light, yells when he sees them, “I knew it! I saw and I couldn’t believe it until— I can’t— What the hell!”

Derek curses, loses his balance, slips off the couch and because their damn hands are still twined together, Stiles goes with him. 

"Oof, smooth moves, baby," he mutters.

"Shut up!" Derek hisses, rubbing his elbow and glaring as Scott rounds the couch, darts towards them. 

"I can’t believe you! How could you?!"

"Scott," Stiles swallows hard, tries not to panic about how angry his friend looks. "I can—"

"Get the hell off my best friend!"

Oh. He didn’t see that coming. 

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hellasterek:

Teen Wolf AU: [Part 1/2] The Academy Award winning actor Derek Hale and up and coming star Stiles Stilinski meet on set of a movie they’re shooting together, and fall in love. However, their managers and PR team advises them to keep their relationship a secret while promoting the movie; after all, Hollywood isn’t exactly known for supporting LGBTQ actors, and they fear having Derek and Stiles both coming out as bisexual will keep a lot of conservative people from seeing the film. Reporters have already begun questioning the nature of their relationship, mostly because Derek - not exactly known for his sunny demeanour or getting along with his co-stars - can’t keep himself from singing Stiles’ praises (and neither can Stiles).

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devildoll:

"Stiles, wait. Don’t leave. Just let me—Stiles, please don’t leave.”

"What, you want to explain?" Stiles laughs mirthlessly, grabbing the duffel bag and heading for the door. He isn’t even bothering with shoes, just wearing his underwear, on his way to angrily storming out of Derek’s life. "You don’t get to explain, okay, I get it. This wasn’t ever— anything, how could I have been so blind. The secretive phone calls, the late nights from work, you think I’m stupid, Derek?" 
"No, no I don’t," Derek says helplessly. His world is crumbling down around him, and it’s like his mind isn’t even working right now, all he can see is Stiles walking over the threshold of their shitty apartment that they share together, betrayal and hurt written all over his face. 
"A fucking second checking account, Derek, you asshole, with payments going out every month, no, I don’t think you can explain that away with ‘just trust me,’ anymore, can you, when we can’t even get our hot water fixed and you’re spending thousands and thousands on God-knows-what,” Stiles hisses vehemently. “And you can’t tell me what it is? I thought I was—” Stiles takes a deep breath, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clutching the bag. “I thought I was everything to you,” he says in a small voice. 
Derek can’t even say anything, it would ruin everything— but how does that matter now, when Stiles says bitterly, “I guess I thought wrong,” and slams the door, footsteps echoing down the hallway. 
Fuck everything.
Derek jolts back to life somehow, darting to the bedroom, heaving the heavy frame aside. He feels along the cracks in the floor, popping the compartment open and grabbing the paperwork and the tiny blue velvet box, and rushes for the door. 
Stiles is halfway down the street, a sad sight in his boxer briefs, holding his duffel bag defiantly and cursing at some laughing onlookers. Derek runs like his life depends on it, concrete cold beneath his bare feet. He catches up to Stiles just as a taxi cab pulls up, and he’s heaving, catching his breath.
Stiles turns around and gives him a cold look. “No, whatever you’re going to say—” 
"Stiles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was going to be a surprise,” Derek says lamely, shoving the deed into Stiles’ hands, the small box quivering as it slides down the stack of papers. “Please don’t leave me,” Derek says.
"What the fuck is this?" Stiles says, flipping through the papers— contracts, reports— the deed. His eyes go wide when he sees the picture of one of the progress reports from the contractor— the farmhouse standing tall, bright red paint contrasting the green glade behind it. His voice wobbles when he repeats, "What is this?" but gone is the angry tone, it’s just disbelief now. "Derek, this is the house—"
"The house you told me about years ago, the one you said on our third date would be your dream house, I— I bought it, and I’ve been fixing it up the way you always told me you wanted it," Derek stammers. Stiles’ fingers hesitate on the lid of the box. "I was going to—" 
Stiles opens the box and there’s a gleaming ring inside. “Oh my God,” he says. 
"You two gonna get in the cab or what?" the driver snaps. 
"Go away, I’m trying to get proposed to here!" Stiles yells back at him, and the driver huffs and takes off. 
"So is that a—" Derek starts. 
"Yes, you idiot, yes!" Stiles flings his arms around Derek, hopping up in his excitement, legs wrapping around his waist and Derek swings him around a little giddily. "I can’t believe you let me think the worst of you," he says, kissing Derek soundly on the mouth.
"This wasn’t how the proposal was supposed to go," Derek says when they break for air. 
Stiles laughs brightly. “Tell me all about it, you romantic sap. You can even do it again, if you like. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”
Derek grins. “Well, there were going to be rosepetals all over the floor of the new house…” 

bleep0bleep:

devildoll:

"Stiles, wait. Don’t leave. Just let me—Stiles, please don’t leave.”

"What, you want to explain?" Stiles laughs mirthlessly, grabbing the duffel bag and heading for the door. He isn’t even bothering with shoes, just wearing his underwear, on his way to angrily storming out of Derek’s life. "You don’t get to explain, okay, I get it. This wasn’t ever— anything, how could I have been so blind. The secretive phone calls, the late nights from work, you think I’m stupid, Derek?" 

"No, no I don’t," Derek says helplessly. His world is crumbling down around him, and it’s like his mind isn’t even working right now, all he can see is Stiles walking over the threshold of their shitty apartment that they share together, betrayal and hurt written all over his face. 

"A fucking second checking account, Derek, you asshole, with payments going out every month, no, I don’t think you can explain that away with ‘just trust me,’ anymore, can you, when we can’t even get our hot water fixed and you’re spending thousands and thousands on God-knows-what,” Stiles hisses vehemently. “And you can’t tell me what it is? I thought I was—” Stiles takes a deep breath, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clutching the bag. “I thought I was everything to you,” he says in a small voice. 

Derek can’t even say anything, it would ruin everything— but how does that matter now, when Stiles says bitterly, “I guess I thought wrong,” and slams the door, footsteps echoing down the hallway. 

Fuck everything.

Derek jolts back to life somehow, darting to the bedroom, heaving the heavy frame aside. He feels along the cracks in the floor, popping the compartment open and grabbing the paperwork and the tiny blue velvet box, and rushes for the door. 

Stiles is halfway down the street, a sad sight in his boxer briefs, holding his duffel bag defiantly and cursing at some laughing onlookers. Derek runs like his life depends on it, concrete cold beneath his bare feet. He catches up to Stiles just as a taxi cab pulls up, and he’s heaving, catching his breath.

Stiles turns around and gives him a cold look. “No, whatever you’re going to say—” 

"Stiles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was going to be a surprise,” Derek says lamely, shoving the deed into Stiles’ hands, the small box quivering as it slides down the stack of papers. “Please don’t leave me,” Derek says.

"What the fuck is this?" Stiles says, flipping through the papers— contracts, reports— the deed. His eyes go wide when he sees the picture of one of the progress reports from the contractor— the farmhouse standing tall, bright red paint contrasting the green glade behind it. His voice wobbles when he repeats, "What is this?" but gone is the angry tone, it’s just disbelief now. "Derek, this is the house—"

"The house you told me about years ago, the one you said on our third date would be your dream house, I— I bought it, and I’ve been fixing it up the way you always told me you wanted it," Derek stammers. Stiles’ fingers hesitate on the lid of the box. "I was going to—" 

Stiles opens the box and there’s a gleaming ring inside. “Oh my God,” he says. 

"You two gonna get in the cab or what?" the driver snaps. 

"Go away, I’m trying to get proposed to here!" Stiles yells back at him, and the driver huffs and takes off. 

"So is that a—" Derek starts. 

"Yes, you idiot, yes!" Stiles flings his arms around Derek, hopping up in his excitement, legs wrapping around his waist and Derek swings him around a little giddily. "I can’t believe you let me think the worst of you," he says, kissing Derek soundly on the mouth.

"This wasn’t how the proposal was supposed to go," Derek says when they break for air. 

Stiles laughs brightly. “Tell me all about it, you romantic sap. You can even do it again, if you like. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”

Derek grins. “Well, there were going to be rosepetals all over the floor of the new house…” 

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