Imma make your teefths rot with all the fluff. The joke's on you, bc that's like sterek's dream to be married and tied to each other forever, no return tickets. Watch them be even more feral

For @sterekdrabbles (06/03/22): expensive, bathe, curtain

“Oh my god," Stiles groaned as they shuffled their way into the hotel room. "I know I said I wanted to come to New York, but I didn't realize how long the flight would be."

Derek snorted softly as he shut the door behind them. "It was only six hours; it's the time change that'll mess us up over the next few days."

"Ugh, don't remind me," he mumbled as he pulled open the curtains, gasping at the view. Stiles would have been fine staying anywhere in New York -he knew you could take the subway to get around everywhere- but Derek insisted that they stay in Manhattan so Stiles could get the full experience. Even though it was far more expensive, he had to appreciate Derek's insistence about it. The city's lights twinkled below him, spread out as far as his eyes could see. He had seen New York a million times on tv shows and movies, but nothing could compare to seeing it in person.

"What do you think?" Derek murmured as he wrapped his arms around Stiles's waist, nuzzling his hair. "Nice view?"

"Amazing," he corrected, leaning his weight into Derek. "I'm so excited; we're gonna have the best time. Tomorrow. When I'm not exhausted."

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Stiles's neck. "Come on, we should bathe before we go to sleep. Get the smell of the airport off of us. They've got a tub big enough for both of us."

For @sterekdrabbles (06/02/22): word, willing, curious

Derek had gotten better with communicating over the years. Once supernatural creatures stopped invading Beacon Hills on a regular basis and he was able to find a therapist in the know, he was finally able to start processing all the years of trauma and grief he had pushed aside. Stiles was proud to see how far he had come; how much he had grown as a person. He was happier, healthier, and he was all Stiles's. But there were times when Derek fell back into old habits, when it was easier to retreat into silence than it was to speak.

"Der, I'm okay with waiting but you're gonna have to use your words at some point," Stiles commented gently from his seat on their bed. Derek stopped pacing for a moment, nodding tersely as he clenched his fists. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm always willing to listen."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Derek murmured as he blushed, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red. He stepped in front of Stiles, shoving a hand into his back pocket.

Oh, that reaction had Stiles curious. He definitely wouldn't be able to let it go now, but he knew he couldn't push Derek to speak.

Before Stiles could speak again -though he had no idea what he would even say-, Derek pulled his hand from his pocket, revealing a pair of handcuffs. "For me, tonight?" Derek asked huskily, his eyes meeting Stiles before darting away.

Aww

Yikes, so, it's been... A While since I posted last, and while I have perfectly valid reasons such as work got too much, I stressed myself out looking for help with editing (I WILL be emailing my confirmed editors soon I promise!!!), I'm moving, Coronavirus/Covid-19, etc. It's been significantly more than that, I have depression, like, reeeaaaaallllly really bad depression and it's seasonal, during the spring my depression gets so bad it can be dangerous, so to counter-attack that I played the "Lesson Responsibilities But Badly" card and just, didn't upload any reviews.

I honestly still don't have the energy to write out full reviews right now, and that's going to fluctuate even after I publish this post, even now. Cause my depression is probably something I'll have for life, however, I still want to post these reviews, even if I don't have the energy to explore all my thoughts on them.

I guess what I'm saying is, I'm going to post things, but they won't be as in-depth a review because I just, can't, right now. As much as I want to I do not have that energy and I'm trying this thing where I put self-care first above all else (within reason ofc) so, without further ado, a fic review that I wish I could word vomit about like I want to.

The score is 13, as it tends to be lately because I just haven't had the energy otherwise.

Warning(s): Idiots in love are idiots who don't know they're in love. They share gum. Wtf. This is almost as bad as that one fic I wanted to review but alas (in a fond way I swear!!!!!!!!!!)

A Gif, cause I had thoughts, and I’d like to put them out there, even if it’s not completely, I’d like to encapture the energy of the fic, even if only a little:

Stiles realises that what he loves about the other guy is everything Derek was when he first fell in love with him--things like the teasing, the moments when he’d catch them looking his way and it’d make his heart skip a beat. But it’s not right; this other person isn’t Derek and he knows his heart will only ever belong to Derek.

I found more “someone disapproves” or “someone hits on one of them” fics cause I wasn’t quite finding what you were looking for.  -Emmy

This Must Be What Going Mad Feels Like by  LADYLADE

(Teen / Complete)  *sterek, Scott disapproves

Teen Wolf kink meme prompt: Holy shit, Scott thinks, horrified. Because Derek isn't staring creepily at some unidentified point in the distance. Derek is staring at his best friend's ass

All the Kissing by  wearing_tearing

(2,312 / Teen / Complete)  *sterek

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Stiles, Derek’s husband. Now would you kindly take your hands off of him?”

He’s a Sourwolf, But He’s My Sourwolf by  orphan_account

(47,510 / Mature / WIP)  *sterek, scott disapproves

Derek dragged his feet through the front door, dropping his wallet and keys by the front door. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on a hook before making his way upstairs and into their bedroom

He tugged his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt when he heard the quiet shuffle of feet behind him. 

“Hello, lover,” he heard Stile say in a mocking seductive voice.

Derek glanced back at Stiles, who leant against the door frame and looked at Derek with half-lidded eyes and a mischievous smile. He could help but chuckle, shaking his head.

Stiles smirked as he pushed himself away from the door and over to his husband’s side. He leant in close and gave Derek a smooch before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “How was work?”

“Alright,” Derek muttered as she stripped off his shirt and tossed it into the work basket. “How about your day?”