Say 10 things about yourself then send this to your 10 favorite followers :) I got tagged by emilytumblshere. So here’s my stuff….
Here are my 10 favoritve followers (but I really appreciate every single one of my followers especially because there are not that much followers :D)
"Deaton says it’ll wear off," Scott says when he opens the door to his house.
"What will?" Stiles asks suspiciously. The last time he saw Derek, he was unconscious and covered in a fine red powder and Isaac and Scott were cramming him into the back of Allison’s car. It’s been almost two hours since then; he and Lydia had been left to deal with the faerie, who absolutely refused to deal with werewolves or hunters. Stiles had dropped Lydia off at her house because she’d insisted on taking a shower after.
"He’s, uh," Scott gestures vaguely. "Well. It’s kinda like he’s drunk. If he could get drunk." As if on cue, a bunch of people in the living room break into laughter and Stiles raises his eyebrows.
"Was that Derek?”
Scott grins faintly. “Yeah, dude. He’s kinda fun.”
"Fun," Stiles repeats, grinning wryly. "I’ve gotta see this."
Scott’s grin widens and he steps back, holding the door open so Stiles can step inside. Derek’s sandwiched on the couch between Isaac and Allison and just that is odd enough - Derek’s never seemed overly fond of being in close proximity with people, especially not Allison - but even weirder is the wide grin on his face when he turns to watch Scott and Stiles walk into the room. Stiles stares; he’s never seen Derek smile like that, except that time at the sheriff’s station when he was schmoozing up that deputy. This smile seems genuine though, as does the cheerful note in Derek’s voice when he slurs, “Heyyyy, Stiles!”
"Hey dude," Stiles replies, jamming his hands in his pockets. "You look stoned."
I really love this ficlet :) so sweeeeeet *_*
me: I really miss teen wolf
my best friend: Wait, what? … There is a new episode every week
me: Yeah. Are your sure it’s the same show?