Sorry for the wait! I wanted to get these pages as right as possible. Sometimes pages like these take me longer because there’s a certain mood I want to capture. Also Photoshop takes forever to save all the changes because hundreds of layers >_> I hope it was worth it :’) I hope they turned out alright D: I’m really nervous about this update for some reason.
Also just take these pages away from me JUST TAKE THEM I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME FUSSING OVER THEM I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS I’LL NEVER GET DONE AND I NEED TO SLEEP
We fight every night for something When the sun sets we’re both the same Half in the s h a d o w s Half burned in f l a m e s We can’t look back for nothing Take what you need, say your goodbyes I gave you e v e r y t h i n g And it’s a
There is so little light from the warmth of the sun.
So this is part 2 to “I woke hard. I woke heavy.” if you haven’t read that yet it can be found here.
This is significantly shorter than the first part and I apologize that it’s taken this long for me to finish it. But I think I’ve finally gotten it to a point where I don’t completely hate it. I’m a bit nervous to post this as I’m feeling like part 1 is a hard act to follow, but hopefully you all will enjoy this part as well.
It looks like there will be around 6 or 7 parts to this AU I’ve got going on. And it looks like each title will come from a James Vincent McMorrow song off of his album “Post Tropical”. Highly recommended, it’s full of complete tunes. This weeks title and song rec is: ‘Outside, Digging’.
Also, I just wanted to say thank you for all of the likes, reblogs, kind comments, and overall support everyone has given me. Honestly, this fandom is the best fandom that I’ve ever had the honor of being a part of. I’d give you all lots of hugs and chocolate cookies if I could (or whatever type of cookie is your favorite.)
"refused to move so i sat on your lap and now we’re both too annoyed and awkwardly turned on to move" - Plottwist! Stiles is the one refusing to move, and derek is the one in his lap. Eeeheheheh..!
“You know what, GET OUT!” Stiles yells, throwing both hands towards the door. “I’m not having this argument again!”
“THIS IS MY HOUSE!” Derek yells back, but he stands up anyway on instinct. He is a natural Beta after all, and he can’t help but respond to the authority he sometimes still craves so desperately. He’s not had a proper Alpha since Laura and Stiles- god-fucking-dammit- makes him feel so stupidly safe that his wolf is practically begging to obey him. There are many reasons why Stiles infuriates him, but this is definitely the one that infuriates Derek the most. Stiles, with his moles like a treasure map and a cupid’s mouth that he- oh god.
There’s a smirk playing on Stiles’ face as if he knows exactly what Derek is thinking, but Derek doesn’t give himself time to blush. Rather, he does the first thing that pops into his head which is to make a huge show of not walking to the door and sit down on Stiles’ lap instead. Well, straddle him really. It’s the kind of thing he used to do to Cora to piss her off when they were younger, except…except he clearly did not think it through how Stiles is most definitely not Cora.
“Uh,” he says, trying to decide which will be the least awkward: looking overStiles’ shoulder or looking athis shoulder. In the end, he chooses the sceond option (which has nothing to do with the fact Stiles has a particularly nice set of shoulders. Let him be clear on that. Derek has never fantasised about pinning those shoulders down into a mattress or up against a wall. Never.)
“Well, this is cozy,” Stiles grins cockily, linking his fingers together behind his head and leaning back a little. Derek glares, not too sure what to say. He’s the one that sat down after all and several painful seconds go by before he decides to get back up, his dignity be damned.
“No no no,” Stiles says, his long fingers wrapping around one of Derek’s wrists like a cuff, pulling him back down. “Stay, see your point through!” He wiggles his eyebrows mockingly and even though Derek growls in response, warning him of he doesn’t really know at this point, he sits back down anyway.
“You’re not as heavy as I thought you were,” Stiles says a moment later, never one to keep his mouth shut for long. For once Derek is actually glad of it. Especially because Stiles is fidgiting now, and Derek can’t help but notice how his body is beginning to react to the squirming pile of beautiful- uh, annoying- eighteen year old boy under him.
“You’re stronger than you look,” Derek replies. He means for it to be biting, a comment on how skinny Stiles is. Well, was. He’s not that different now, if you don’t count his hair which Derek kind of wants to run his fingers through and maybe pull. Maybe. As it is, it just comes out sounding like a compliment of all the things, and isn’t that just great because now Stiles is looking at him with a strange look in his eyes. Derek can’t handle that look, okay? He’s not seen it enough to get used to what it does to him.
“Thanks for noticing,” is all Stiles says, smiling. Which, jesus christ. Derek closes his eyes because he doesn’t have it in him to look away properly. He wonders if he has ever had the power to look away from Stiles when he’s been this close to him. Even when Derek was almost certain he hated Stiles that first time he hid out in his bedroom. Even then, he doesn’t recall being able to look away as he had him pressed up against the door.
“I should get up,” Derek whispers after a minute. “This is-” he seraches for the right word, but can’t find it.
“Scary?” Stiles supplies for him. Derek nods.
“Yeah,” he says, opening his eyes. “Good scary .” His heart stops beating at the admission, and then all at once he can hear and feel how fast it’s going as a smile warms Stiles’ face.
“Good thing I don’t plan on letting you up any time soon then, big guy,” he winks.
“Yeah,” Derek says again, a small smile tugging at his own lips. “Yeah, I guess it is.”