Derek swallowed and said quietly, “I think. I, um.” This was far more
difficult to say that he’d thought it would be. He’d been dealing with
the situation for almost two weeks. He’d practiced saying what he needed
to tell Dr Deaton in the mirror last night and this morning, but he
couldn’t manage to find the words now.
This work is un-beta’d. There is nothing graphic about the medical examination. There is some discussion of bodily functions and medications.
(3,071 I Teen I Complete) *human au, College student!Stiles
Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski is alone as he
studies in New York- well, aside from his only friend in the City. Derek
lives in the same apartment building, and circumstances mean they will
both be spending Thanksgiving alone. When Derek suggests they spend it
together, Stiles jumps on the idea.
Scott and Stiles get a kitty. It’s a demon. It spills cups, bites Scott
(who thinks it’s totally adorable), and prefers using the shower as a
litter box. But for some insane reason, Derek is totally in love. With
Stiles isn’t sure what he’s more surprised by when he wakes in the
morning: that he slept better than he has in ages with Derek in his bed,
or that Derek stayed the night at all. The relief he feels when he sees
him there, sleeping comfortably, almost serenely, is palpable. They’re
facing each other, close but not touching, and Stiles takes advantage of
Derek’s slumber to watch him openly, taking in each exquisite line and
curve of his chiseled face, the way his mouth is soft but still slightly
downturned, long eyelashes lying delicately across his smooth skin.
Derek finds a kitty. Kitty hates Derek. Stiles has to help. It’s like
the most twisted game of Rock-Paper-Scissors they’ve ever had to play. Fluff ahead, because we all suspect that Derek may have a little bit softer side. Does he?
Derek stayed silent for a long minute. “Your best friend named his
fish… Fish?” Stiles nearly brained himself on the counter. “This is
really all you got from my speech?” he asked, not believing his luck.
Derek leaned toward him, resting with his arms folded under him. “Well,
it’s not like the part where you asked me to save your life was that
interesting” he deadpanned.
“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with
it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his
ass on the floor.Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?”
Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.
(7,155 I Explicit I Complete) *college au, accidental relationship
Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he
deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly
wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an
actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a
tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles
has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he
has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair
dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes
like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams.
They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them,
transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to
encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also
wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages,
and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder
(8,045 I Teen I Complete) *no pairing, suicidal thoughts, depression
Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before
his hands come slowly forward. Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he
buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back. He
catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and
onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his
neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the
careful ticking of its heart.
If he leaves it here, it’s going to die alone. It’s a sentence he knows all too well.
“What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”
[TRUMP] How does Hamilton A rap-inspired Hit, nonconformin’ Broadway Performance Somehow endorse an America of diversity Where anyone can express their opinion Regardless of who’s winning?
Mike Pence was in the room when it happened The boos and the clappin’ The news was recappin’ I didn’t go cuz I was confused by the rappin’ But I’ll respond anyway
Dear Hamilton: I don’t do tweetstorms But when sweet Mike P. Attended your musical He just wanted to see An oversensitive VP Fighting an imagined slight Then you go and ask him to defend your rights! Now you call yourselves “anxious” Say that you’re “alarmed” That you’re “truly hopeful” This is a call to arms! I’ve been harmed I have the honor to be Your Great Big Leader @ realdonaldtrump
[HAMILTON] Mr. future President: VP demands an apology And Hamilton says no Talk in in theater leads to war Eexactly re-enacting our show! Even if I said what you think I said Ain’t it getting a little meta? After 200 years you’d think we’d be better And yet a—
New president can’t cope With a little poke of our cautious hope Wishes that we had never spoke What a tired trope. I won’t apologize for being woke. I have the honor to be Your American Musical, @ HamiltonMusical
[TRUMP] Careful how you proceed, good show I don’t care about your Tonys good show You must create a safe space even though safe spaces are for the weak, Good show.
[HAMILTON] I’m sorry if it seemed rude I can’t help if the audience booed. All we did was stand and share a hopeful message It’s on you if that’s offensive.
[TRUMP] I’m coming, Hamilton. Richard Rodgers. Now. Look. Out.
[HAMILTON] Sold out.
[HAMILTON/TRUMP] I have the honor to be selling out until 2020
I’m having so much fun drawing not only for myself, but drawing the things I love too. And I love Monster Hunter. I love Peco.
This is probably among one of my most detailed images. (That doesn’t include MH armor-related pics I’ve done for comms n’ stuff.) Went all out with the feathers and beak/legs details. BIRD LEGS ARE WEIRD and kinda hard for me to draw, so sorry if they look off. I eye-balled his legs as best as I could, while stylizing them at the same time. Also he’s just so danged colorful, so that took a while too.
He loves fish. I hate Plesioth. So it’s a win-win for both of us that he gets to eat a little one.