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Feral Aesthetic - Sterek


“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”

Or the one where Derek is just can’t help it anymore, being human is too much. So he lets go and lets the wolf take over. Stiles of course has to try, like he always does he tries. He begs and pleads to Derek to come back. He walks for hours in the woods trying to find the red eyed wolf he loves, but all he gets are scared whines and growls before the wolf takes off again. Stiles tries to find him one last time but when Derek runs away he just knows…

…it’s the last time he sees Derek. At the very least Stiles hopes Derek is happy like that, because that’s all that has ever mattered. 


Stiles hits his growth spurt a little later than most of his high school friends. He came home from his first year of college three inches taller and 25 pounds heavier, mostly in muscle. 

He’s standing at a solid 6′3″ when he runs into Derek at the grocery store in Beacon Hills. 

Literally runs into him because Stiles still hasn’t figured out how much bigger he is now and didn’t realize how close he was to the other person in the toilet paper section. 

Derek manages to catch himself before he knocks over a canned soup display and when he sees who almost knocked him over his eyes go a little wide because Stiles Stilinski grew up fucking hot.

It wasn’t that Stiles wasn’t always attractive, but now that he’s grow into himself Derek can’t take his eyes off of him. 

And even if Stiles hasn’t mastered control of his newly long limbs, he’s certainly learned how his body effects people. The smirk that pulls at his mouth only makes him look better and Derek can feel his ears burning. 

“Sorry for almost knocking you over,” Stiles says, leaning closer to Derek as he speaks, “I still haven’t mastered my own strength. Can I - can I make it up to you with a coffee or something?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Derek says, “You can tell me all about the miracle grow they’re feeding you in college.”

Stiles laughs because yeah, he really did grow like a weed. He’s probably four inches taller now than the last time Derek saw him, “You free now?”

Derek looks into his cart. There’s a frozen pizza and some toilet paper in it, he can always come back later and get that.

“I am.”

“It’s a date then,” Stiles says with a cheeky smile, looking at Derek’s ears in a way that tells Derek Stiles knows his tells. 

Derek nods and Stiles grins wider. Both of their stomachs flip when their hands brush as they walk out of the store. It feels like something new, it feels bigger than either of them. It feels like something good. 

im shaking right now. someone put this fucking bullshit through my mail slot. as someone who is NB its terrifying that whoever this is lives in my building????? has anyone else seen something like this????
I live in Vancouver
(fyi its torn because i was upset and ripped it but i taped it to make it readable, i did rip it up again after this)

Submitted by @landofgay.

gospel around his fingers

Dex slams the door shut and presses against the wood, leaning his head back and sucking in a deep breath. He stares blindly up at the ceiling and–


“Nurse, I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room. Not counting me.” Lardo pretends to flip a lock of hair over her shoulder. “We all know I’d smoke you bitches,” she adds, grinning. Her teeth flash in the low lighting, and she knocks back the last of her drink as the gather group lets out joking boos.

They all “ooh” at Nursey as he raises a challenging eyebrow and smirks at Lardo. He makes a show of looking around the room, leering slightly at the other players of spin the bottle – Holster, Dex, Tango, Ollie, Wicks, and a few members of the volleyball and soccer teams. Bitty is grinning from his spot on the floor next to Lardo and Dex, watching as Nursey catches the eye of each person.


“Dex!” The memory is abruptly interrupted as Chowder’s voice comes from beyond the door. “Come on, man!” Dex tries to straighten up, but his legs refuse to work. He sinks down to the floor, back still pressed against the door, trying to suck in deep breaths of air. He drops his head between his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and–

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