Within The Chaos Of Serenity

Haha I love this.

In that last picture, I like to imagine that they are standing in the entryway of their mansion welcoming visitors. Derek IS NOT AMUSED that Stiles wanted to invite friends over and will stand over Stiles brooding the whole time and making sure that everyone knows that Stiles is his by holding onto his shoulder and neck.

This has now become my head canon. :)

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.....STOP MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE THIS.....fuck...to late.

*facewall*

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Lol accept your place in the porny hive mind! There is no escape O_o

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YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO WRITE IT!! DEREK WOULD BE SO POSSESSIVE AND STILES WOULD BE OBLIVIOUS AND EVERYONE ELSE WOULD BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND OMG I WANT TO READ IT!!!!!

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They are all sorts of delish \o/

Pfft and Stiles will definitely not notice any of it and keep hanging with his friends and driving Derek insane until his self control break and .....yeah >_>

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Exactly!

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UNF! I like when they touch ♥__♥
These two are eating my brain!!!

Edited Date: 2011-10-03 05:52 pm (UTC)

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"I like when they touch" O_o That sounded so filthy. I love it \o/

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hahah ikr?! \o/

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STOP BEING SO AWESOME.

:D :D :D :D :D

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They need to stop being so sexy! At this rate Teen Wolf will soon take over the mind of fangirls everywhere

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unf unf unf.

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Dude the unfage is so epic here *nods* I had to take a few minutes to wonder how they were so hot even fully dressed, the UST is just rampant \o/

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That last pic is one of my favourite of those two. So much sexy at the same time! <3

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Ha! They are smexy, they're smexiness makes me want to melt into a puddle of goo

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"It's one night. Halloween. You like Halloween Derek."

"I like trick-or-treaters."

"We talked about this last month, and you said you were okay with having a halloween party." Stiles muttered, hanging orange and black streamers around the living room. Derek trailed behind him, handing him tape and making sure he didn't fall off any of the surfaces he kept climbing onto.

"I'm not dressing up."

"You don't even need a costume. Sour wolf."

"Stop calling me that."

"Then stop acting like it. It's one night, it's people we know. Hell, half of them are pack anyway. It's not like I'm inviting total strangers over."

"I don't like people in the house."

"Well I don't like it when you leave dead mice on my pillow." Derek went from grumpy to sulking and Stiles sighed and jumped down off the arm of the couch to do damage control before people started arriving. "Just one night Derek. Five, six hours tops."

"I don't like the way the house smells when other people are here."

"I know." Stiles leaned against Derek, lips curving in a smile when the wolf curled an arm around his waist. "But just think of how much fun it's gonna be to get every surface smelling like us again."

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All hail the porny hive mind...and teen wolf \o/ \o/

Derek and his dead mice!! ROTFL

P.S. Clearly this whole halloween thing was Stile's way of conning Derek into having marathon-sex *nods* I bow to his dastardlyness (It is a word!)

Now someone needs to write a valentine's day fic with the dead mice and Stiles being disgusted/in awe of Derek's demented romantic streak!

I'm not pressuring anyone or anything *writeitwriteitwriteit* I'm just saying >_>

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It totally was. Stiles had gone mad with power, not that Derek is complaining.

Also, why am I the one who has to write everything?

XxX XxX

Derek sulks at the kitchen table, watching Stiles pace back and forth across the new tile, waving his hands as he shouts.

He doesn't know what the big deal is, but Stiles obviously has different, more human ideas of what's romantic. And according to his voice, which is getting higher and higher as he yells, dead mice are not a good valentines day present.

Derek just doesn't get Stiles sometimes. He's a good mate, he provides fresh meat for the helpless human, and it's not like he was intending for Stiles to eat the mice. That's just disgusting, mice have too many bones to be safely digested, plus they taste like the garbage they eat.

Humans are weird.

Edited Date: 2011-10-03 07:05 pm (UTC)

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In return I give you this:

Derek stared from the rubber abominations that were decorating his pillow to the smug teen watching him from the foot of the bed.

“What the hell are those?”

Stiles’ grin widened “I was talking to Allison the other day…” he explained ignoring Derek’s snort of annoyance “And she pointed out that I don’t really cater to your wolfy side.”

“Is this payback for the mice?” Derek queried poking at the things.

Stiles’ eyes widened innocently “No! I mean we both know how much fun you had chasing your ball….” He trailed off as Derek’s eyes narrowed “Err I wasn’t supposed to mention that, was I?”

Derek glared at him before heaving himself from the bed and stalking from the room.

“Derek, where are you going?” called Stiles as he scrambled to follow him “I didn’t tell her about the thing with the chew toy, I promise!”

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE IIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I blame you for this madness I hope you know *adjusts halo*

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Since this is taking over my brain:

Stiles doesn't even mean for it to happen. One moment he's throwing sticks through the air waiting for Derek and his pack to be finished with their wolfy meeting that he isn't allowed to attend, even though he still has to go out to the house because he's Scott's ride, how is that fair?

And the next Derek is racing out the door and chasing after the stick Stiles had just thrown. Jackson and Scott go racing after him and there's a brief wrestle before Scott has the stick and goes running back to Stiles, a huge grin on his face.

Stiles bites back the giggles, accepts the stick, and throws it again. Jackson looks put out so he picks up another stick and hurls it in the opposite direction. The only description that can be used for the noise that comes out of Jackson's mouth is yip and he too goes racing after the stick.

Derek's gone missing, and Stiles isn't that worried, too preoccupied with Jackson and Scott and playing fetch.

After a few minutes, Derek wanders up from the forest and sits down on the stoop beside Stiles.

"Say anything about this and I'll rip-"

"My throat out with your teeth. You really need to get some new threats. SCOTT!! Whoosa good boy. That's right, you are. Get the stick Scott, get the stick." Stiles cheers and takes the next branch offered from Jackson, who apparently doesn't see anything wrong with this.

Derek buries his head in his hands and Stiles pats his shoulder.

"I'd make some sort of comment about how you were the first one out the door when I was throwing sticks, but I like my throat just where it is."

"Shut up Stiles."

"You got it Alpha. God boy Jackson GOOD BOY!!"

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I swear I'm supposed to be finishing my assignments but this insanity is just so damn catching!:

The first time it happened Stiles didn’t know what the hell to think other than, maybe Derek Hale had finally lost his goddamn mind because there’s no other explanation for why the wolf is peeing on every single bush unfortunate enough to exist within throwing distance of Stiles’ porch.

Stiles didn’t even bother with the stealth approach; instead he let the door slam loudly behind him.

The wolf froze whirling around to face the teen with a distinctly embarrassed air.

“Ok, buddy you and I have issues, I get that!” Stiles yelled, arms crossed in front of him. “But what the ever loving hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Derek snorted and turned away from him, head hanging low and the misery in his frame made Stiles’ heart hurt.

“Hey, hey I didn’t mean to yell.” He placated as he hurried from the porch.

Derek eyed him suspiciously but made no move to get away when Stiles buried his fingers into the thick fur at the Alpha’s nape.

A distant howl broke the moment as Derek danced away from Stiles’ reach, once again marking every inch of the yard.

Stiles watched in awe as Jackson and Scott skidded to a halt in front of his gate, sniffing the air before whining petulantly.

“What the hell is wrong with….” he trailed off as Derek pranced in front of him dropping three sticks at his feet before turning a distinctly victorious look on his betas.

Picking them up Stiles shook his head at Derek’s antics “I bet the words “doesn’t play well with others” came up a lot when you were a kid!”

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Ilu. Forever and always.

Derek stopped, freezing in place, and trying desperately to ignore what he was seeing. Jackson was wolfed out, laying on his back, and squirming as Stiles ran his fingers over his belly, scratching him vigorously.

Scott was sulking on the couch, watching them enviously.

"What the hell are you doing? He's not a dog." Derek snapped and Stiles glanced up at him fingers never stopping.

"You can have a turn too, grumpy. Don't worry, there's more then enough Stiles to go around."

"I...you...what...STOP SCRATCHING HIM." Derek managed, feeling his wolf rustling just under his skin. Except instead of wanting to get out and run and bite, it wanted to roll around and rub it's scent all over Stiles and be scratched and play.

What the hell was the world coming to? Stiles patted Jackson's stomach, pulled his shirt down and turned to face Derek.

"Your turn."

Derek didn't offer a reply, just stormed out of the room and ignored Scott's happy sounds.

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I'm using you as my excuse for missing my assignment deadline *nods*

Derek started from his sleep, eyes darting about the room, searching for the thing that had interrupted his slumber.

His bedroom door shook again as something slammed against it.

Sighing Derek rolled over and yanked his pillow over his head determined to catch some more sleep.

There was a forlorn whimper before the room was filled with an acrid scent that Derek knew well.

Narrowing his eyes he flung back the sheets, pulling on a pair of pants before stalking to the door, yanking it open he glanced down at the young wolf that was regarding him with pitiful brown eyes.

“If I let you in the bed will you stop marking my door?” he growled

Stiles yipped and sped around Derek before leaping unto the bed, turning in a circle he flopped down, regarding the Alpha curiously.

Derek sighed and glanced into the dark corridor for his betas.

Stiles whined from his position on Derek’s bed and the older wolf glared at him as he shuffled back into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.” He warned

Stiles cocked his head curiously, watching as Derek shed his pants and climbed back into the bed.

“Tomorrow we’re going to have a long talk about wolf mating habits and teenage hormones.” He yawned as his eyes fell close.

Stiles glanced down at his stupid mate, of course he knew what marking the Alpha’s door meant after all Derek Hale was his.

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OMG, you two are amazing <3 I had so much fun reading this! YOU ROCK <33333333

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Forgive me, I had to go to work.

Also, pfft, Stiles clearly makes a better werewolf then Scott, he knows all about everything he should and shouldn't be doing.

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Stiles would totally run circles around them by playing the innocent "Look at me I don't know what I'm doing" card while deviously plotting to get into Derek's pants!

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They played catch! And Stiles scratched their bellies! And there was pissing and marking. And then Stiles did it back! OMG I LOVE IT. You need to post it somewhere else so that everyone can see it!

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Brill! You can blame me too - I can be scarier than a teacher!!!!! I wanted to read your stuff!!!!

Thanks!

ttyal,

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Cute!

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Oh brill!

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omg this totally rocks they need to do this on the show - what fun!!!

That is why they are so good at lacrosse!

Thanks for sharing!

TTYAL,

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Ha ha this rocks too! Derek chasing a ball.

Imagine what would happen if he went to watch a Lacrosse game ... 'and there is Derek Hale chasing the ball across the pitch ... dude you gotta chill with the chasing balls that are not yours in front of the whole town. Talk about embarassing. Even the coach didn't know where to look!'

LOL!

Thanks

TTYAL,

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Also, why am I the one who has to write everything?

Cos you are soooo good at it!!! :)

Thanks again!

TTYAL,

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OMG AHHH YOU WROTE IT!!!

Sour wolf!

"Well I don't like it when you leave dead mice on my pillow." Derek went from grumpy to sulking Poor Derek, Stiles doesn't like his love offerings!

"But just think of how much fun it's gonna be to get every surface smelling like us again." OMG YOU TOOK IT TO A PLACE I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF AND I LOVE THE WHOLE SCENTING THING!

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This rocked where is the rest of it???!!!???

Thanks :)

TTYAL,

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