I am Sara. I am an avid Supernatural and Teen Wolf fan. I love Superwolf and I ship Stisaac, Sterek, and Destiel. I like other fandoms too, so I will post those on occasion. I also make graphics.
One goal, one golden glance of what should be - SN: 08x04
As I turn to sand
You took me by the hand
And declared that love prevails over all
STEREK GFX GIVEAWAY #15days 17/31 requested by perseused
“Hey,” Danny says. “You should know - Derek just threw on his jacket and stormed off. It looks like he’s headed towards campus.”
“Hmmm,” Stiles says. “He probably just wanted to get away from the delivery guys for awhile.”
“I don’t know,” Danny says. He sounds wary. “He looked kind of like a man on a mission.
“You really think he’s figured us out?” Stiles asks. Danny doesn’t answer, but his silence speaks volumes. “Okay. I’m gonna make one more call while I’m here, then I’ll maybe head off campus and find a different payphone.”
He’s halfway through said call when he glances up and sees Derek marching purposefully toward him.
“Oh, shit,” he breathes and doesn’t even pause to hang the phone up, just grabs his jacket and runs.
“Stiles!” he hears Derek bark behind him, but there’s no way he’s stopping for anything right now, because Derek might actually kill him, and that would be terrible. In retrospect, the payphone by the library was way too obvious. He definitely should’ve opted for the one up by the freaking observatory - nobody ever thinks to go there.
Stiles can hear Derek gaining on him, and he’s cursing his decision to quit cross country back in high school. Still, even with Derek closing in, he can’t resist yelling back over his shoulder, “You should be thanking me! I very thoughtfully provided your whole frat with lunch!”
It’s a mistake. Derek practically snarls and puts on a burst of speed that brings him close enough to Stiles that he can lunge forward and tackle him, right down into the dirt. Stiles makes a surprised noise, already scrabbling through the patchy grass in an attempt to get away, but Derek’s a solid weight on his back, pressing him inexorably down.
“Ow, fuck, get off,” Stiles gasps. “You weigh a metric fuckton, God, do you eat bricks for breakfast?”
“Now, why would I do that, when I have five pizzas, three orders of lo mein, two subs, and a huge-ass order of chicken wings filling up my fridge back at the frat house,” Derek growls.
- There is Brotherhood
fold your wings; you’ll need them more one day.
Fᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs…
Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ
I ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ…
Tɪʟʟ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ
teen wolves and their tropes ► isaac lahey.
