badass wolf

My current aesthetic: Wolfgang sliding in ready to throw hands as soon as Joaquin threatens Lito, sly grin in place. Bigots beware, the could-be König has zero time and zero fucks for your nonsense.

Eiffel: which country has the most birds

Eiffel: portugeese

Eiffel: wait

Hilbert: that’s a language

Hera: portugull

Eiffel: nice recovery

Lovelace: don’t you mean nice redovery 

Minkowski: turkey, how did we miss turkey

I’m just going to watch this on repeat for a while… can’t believe this used to be stiles stilinski/ Dave hodgman/ Stuart Twombly

It’s Insanity but... Protection

yo, guys, ignore the fact that it’s been like two years since i updated this fic and enjoy this next one!

Derek doesn’t remember falling asleep. All he knows is that he’s comfortable, safe, and warm. Almost too hot if he’s being honest. Which means that Stiles is probably there. Which means it must be a rare night when Stiles actually stays over. Which means it must be Saturday.

What is a bit unclear is why the wolf part of him is dragging him towards consciousness. He frowns a bit, drops his nose into the back of Stiles’ neck and takes a deep breath because he has the feeling it is too early to wake up. So whatever stupid bird or whatever has pinged his wolf is going to have to wait because he’s thinking at least another hour of sleep and then maybe pancakes before Stiles has to run off. This is a good plan. He is a genius. He does not want to go on a long vacation back to New York ever again. Not if it means depriving himself of this.

The door opens and Derek snaps awake and next to him, Stiles lurches up, sitting up as if he hadn’t just been asleep and Derek’s eyes flash as he throws an arm over Stiles and pushes him down and he’s ready to attack because who is in his house and then looks around and–

“Stiles?”

Corey.

Derek has a moment of supreme confusion, did Scott bring the kids over to pick Stiles up? Was there an emergency? Was the–

He’s at Stiles’ house.

“Dude,” Stiles says, shoving at the arm that Derek is still using to pin him in place. “Get off me.” He sounds a bit annoyed. Which makes sense because that is… that is Stiles’ kid. Corey. Who is here. Because Derek is in Stiles’ house.

While he’s still processing this information – the fact that he had fallen asleep at Stiles’ house – he realizes he’s naked. Oh god, he’s naked and in Stiles’ house in front of his children and one of them is right there. Staring at both of them. Probably scared out of his wits because Derek had just flashed his eyes at him and basically growled and it’s the middle of the night and Derek is naked.

He lets out a sound suspiciously like a yelp and yanks his arm away from Stiles.

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