ARTMETICA CONTINUES TO SHINE HER DIVINE GLORY UPON THIS FANDOM.
AND AS FOR THIS PICTURE?
THIS IS MY HEADCANON IN SO MANY WAYS.
THE THINNESS AND LENGTH OF STILES’S FINGERS. BECAUSE THEY REALLY DO LOOK LIKE THAT. WOW.
THE LITTLE VEINS ON THE BACK OF DEREK’S HAND.
THE SLIGHT HINT OF DARK CIRCLES UNDER STILES’S EYES. HE’S TIRED, TOO. WORN OUT BY ALL THE SHIT THAT GOES DOWN ON A REGULAR BASIS, LIKE HE WAS IN EPISODE 12. AND YET, HE STILL FINDS IT IN HIM TO BE TENDER TO DEREK. OH, STILES.
STILES’S MOLES. JUST. YES. MY BRAIN HANDILY SUPPLIES THE IMAGE OF DEREK’S TONGUE TASTING EACH ONE.
JUST. THE DETAILS.
IT IS NOT THE DEVIL IN THE DETAILS, BUT GOD.
AND THAT GOD IS ARTMETICA.
(COULD SOMEONE JUST TWEET JEFF ANY ART THAT ARTMETICA DOES? KTHX.)
Derek swore he was just there for some information about the latest string of robberies in Beacon Hills that Stiles’ dad was investigating, saying he was certain it had something to do with the Alpha Pack, and if only he figured out the pattern, he could use it to get Erica and Boyd back. He swore that he would be gone again as soon as he got it, straight back to the hunt, because even though Erica and Boyd said they were leaving him, he still felt they were his responsibility.
Stiles wished that Derek wouldn’t leave, if only because he knew for a fact that the alpha hadn’t slept a wink since the night at the warehouse. He’d been going non-stop for three days, and Stiles could see that it was taking a toll on him. It wasn’t that Stiles cared for the guy… no, not at all… it was just that if Derek didn’t get rest then he wasn’t at the top of his game, and how would he protect them?
When the sheriff finally goes to bed, Stiles makes Derek wait in his room while he slips downstairs. It’s easy work to find the files he’s looking for, and he’s back in his room in minutes.
“Here, I got the—”
Stiles cuts himself off when he notices Derek sprawled out on his bed, face down, arms wrapped around his pillow, snoring softly. One corner of his mouth tips up in a smile as Derek’s face rubs against his pillow and he lets out a humming sound.
Without hesitation, Stiles grabs the sheet that is bunched up at the foot of his bed and pulls it up over Derek’s prone body. He knows that Derek will be pissed when he wakes up to find that Stiles let him waste the night away, and he knows Derek will probably kill him if he ever finds out that Stiles is thinking about how cute he looks right now, but it’s a chance Stiles is willing to take.
And if Derek wakes up a few hours later to find Stiles’ body wrapped around him, and instead of throwing the boy off he pulls him closer to his chest, well, he’ll just have to deal with that in the morning.