A very special fanfic for my new bff Cayce.
Beta’d and read-over-the-shoulder by Jay.
Once upon a time, in a universe where werewolves do not exist at all, even a little, Derek Hale was a dancer. And Stiles was a spoiled rich kid with a dead mom so everyone let him get away with being spoiled and obnoxious. Stiles didn’t know anything about how the world really worked and Derek knew too much about it. Stiles dad was not a doctor but a Sheriff.
Derek had a lot of dancer friends, like Isaac, Boyd, and Erica. They were great dancers, no thanks to Derek. He would spend hours carefully choreographing group dances to perform in front of the rich people, and every time Isaac, Boyd, and Erica would do their own thing. And it would be better.
This made Derek Hale very grumpy. Not only that, but BOTH of his parents were dead. AND his sister. And the rest of his family. Take that, Stilinski.
i like to think that stiles and derek would pass out on the couch together after a rough day.
pencil and computer paper + photoshop cs3 for colors. i like how this turned out; i think i’ll draw some more using this process.
#can I just get an au #where stiles just started college and gets a job in town at an auto shop run by peter #and derek brings his motorcycle in all the time and works on it right there where stiles can always see him #and stiles finds him unbearably distracting because derek is already just about the most attractive person he’s ever seen #but damn if he doesn’t look even better with a little grease smudged on his cheek and sweat on his neck#at first stiles fumbles through some truly awkward attemps at small talk #but once they get to talking he finds out that derek isn’t nearly as intimidating as he might like everyone to believe #they talk about everything from their families to music to their mutual love of motored vehicles #though derek likes to make jokes about how often stiles has to bring his jeep in for replacement parts #before they know it they’re friends and stiles will bring an extra sandwich back from lunch for derek #and derek will sometimes lean over stiles to help while he’s doing his homework between talking to customers #and one night after closing up the shop together #derek stops stiles and kisses him right up against the side of the jeep #and I don’t even know what else #BUT I NEED IT (x)
“What are you doing?”
Derek shrugs, curls closer behind Stiles as he chops carrots. “Just saying hey.”
[ Little Things - halesparkles ]
Just a lil’ something I spewed out because I was artblocked. I decided to look to Amy Rose’s ficlets for inspiration because everything she writes is gold, so hello yes hi this is for you Amy Rose oisndfkls //crawls away
Sterek AU | Stiles was hurt during a run in with another pack and Derek naturally can’t stop blaming himself.
“Go to sleep, Derek.”
“I’m serious, i can feel you doing your creepy watching-me-while-i-sleep shit.” Derek sighs. Stiles can feel him fidgeting next to him. ”Derek…”
“You’re not sleeping either.”
“I would, except my boyfriend won’t stop thinking so loudly.”
“Not for that.”
“I know. Now shut up and let me sleep.”
Some days you just wake up and think ‘I kinda want to draw a bathtub’ .. then things get out of hand.
A soak in a tub is probably called for after getting roughed up saving idiot werewolves. Ducks are not optional.
I JUST WANTED TO DRAW PROFILES. Man, I was totes goin’ somewhere with these but then was like nahhhhh.