Artwork for Cornerstone by Vendelin (Blind!Stiles/PTSD!Derek, 84K)“Can I touch your face?”
“If you want.”
Stiles nods and turns fully towards him on the couch, pulling one leg up under him. “I just want to get an idea of what you look like. Besides from what people tell me.”****
Stiles’ eyes widen slightly, as his fingertips make contact.
“What?” Derek asks immediately.
“I just didn’t expect stubble,” Stiles mumbles, mostly to himself it seems. Then, his second hand finds the other side of Derek’s face, and he closes his eyes, like he’s trying to create a picture on the inside of his eyelids. His fingers trail gently down Derek’s jaw, thumbs grazing the underside of his bottom lip. Then they find their way across his face, mapping his eyebrows, sliding down the bridge of his nose, trailing his hairline. Palms rubbing his stubble, fingertips investigating the shells of his ears.
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Q:You know what. I think it'll actually be great if Derek got a hug this season, he never gets hugs. What if its like from Kira or something. She can be a little kitten
"Oh god, why?" Stiles groans, flat on his back.
"You attacked me," Derek says, stooping to help Stiles up again but Stiles waves him off, mostly because he’s not sure if his spine is working yet after Derek flipped him over his shoulder.
"I attacked… what?" Stiles splutters, rolling over onto his belly and then pushing up slowly. He just knows he’s going to be one hell of a creaky old man after all the werewolf abuse.
"You went for a-"
"Hug, Derek. I went for a hug.”
"I. Went. For. A. Hug," Stiles says, overly slowly, making short chops with his arms in the air to punctuate his words.
"I don’t get it."
"What’s to get? You’ve been hugged before, right? By your family?" Stiles wants to smack himself in the face with his own shoe for mentioning Derek’s family and affection, but Derek still looks confused. "Wait, not even a creepy clench from Uncle Undead?"
"My cousin Rafe would sometimes drop on me from the rafters of the house. That was more an ambush thing."
"That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard."
"We were a werewolf family with human members. We had to be careful. You could hurt someone so easily. We kissed. There was a lot of patting."
"That sounds really dirty."
"Okay, big guy. We’re trying this again.
"Oh god no."
"It’s an entry requirement to Scott’s pack of wonder and excitement that you learn to hug the squishies because we like to hug. We Stilinskis especially are cuddlers by nature."
"How about a hearty handshake?"
"C’mon. This is happening," Stiles says, this time opening his arms and not advancing on Derek, letting him do the approach because last time Stiles nearly got all his bones broken taking Derek by surprise. When Derek hesitates, Stiles spirit-fingers at him in impatience.
Stiles is just about to drop his arms, tell Derek not to break something because Derek looks like he’s about to strain himself fighting the urge to run far away, when Derek takes two quick steps and is in the circle of Stiles’ arms. For a second, Stiles is so surprised that he doesn’t close the circle. Derek tenses again for flight and that’s what prompts Stiles to bring his arms around properly and squeeze.
"You can hug back. It might be nice to not feel like I’m cuddling a stone pillar.”
"I don’t want to hurt you."
"You won’t. I know you won’t."
Derek’s arms settle so lightly around Stiles then that Stiles isn’t even sure he’s feeling them until they tighten a little further and then Derek’s nose is buried against Stiles’ pulse point.
"Get a room," Isaac huffs from the couch next to the windows where he’s getting his ass kicked at Mario Kart by Scott.
"This whole loft is my room," Derek says, tightening his grip a little further, like he’s worried Stiles will end the embrace but he’s not going to. He learned something very important from his dad. Always let the other person break the hug if they’re the one that needed it.
Stiles isn’t going anywhere, he figures for quite a while.
Q:➸ mailman(/woman) and person who receives a lot of mail AU ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡
The youths on Derek’s street have it in for him. It’s the third time this month they’ve taken a baseball bat to his mailbox. He stands with his hands on his hips, gazing down at the smashed up wood, and pondering what sort of revenge he can take on the fourteen year old assholes that won’t land him in prison. Perhaps, he could egg their houses. Laura would like that.
"Man," he looks up sharply to see Stiles grinning and shaking his head, waving Derek’s mail in the air. "Again?"
"Yes," he says shortly. "I don’t know why it’s always me."
"Maybe because you give them the best reaction? Also," Stiles gestures at his chest, "I bet at least one of them has a crush on you."
Derek rolls his eyes, holds his hand out for his mail, “Sure, that’s why.”
"Dude, I’m serious. That first morning when you came out all guns blazing with the towel," Stiles’ eyes glaze over briefly, and then he shakes himself. "I was a little afraid you were gonna strangle me with it.”
Q:Hi! So I absolutely love your fan art and I was wondering if I could make one into a button? Just for my personal use not to sell or anything, I just wanted to ask your permission first. Thank you! (:
Thank you for asking, but none of the fan art posted here are mine! This blog is strictly a reblog archive of all things Sterek. I try and reblog from their sources so please go through them.