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wip update!!! Iāve added in the base colours and the next step is details n outlines and all that stuff yeno (gunna be hell, but worth it :,))
the wolfstar gif is coming along swimmingly (hopefully)
#marauders#wolfstar#remus lupin#sirius black#fanart#mwpp#mwpp era#wolfstar kiss#wolfstar fanart#wolfstar fluff#remus x sirius#marauders era#wip#work in progress#definitely a wip
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Idolizing a life where I'm safe and warm,
Image of a blanket and shiny coat
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a/n: I forgot to say but I'm getting my images from Pinterest I'll edit and source them rq. Yeah that's Cujo. Again tips and comments are appreciated.
Picture Source: Cujo (1983)
#poetry#maybe?#yeah I don't think so#Definitely a wip#wip#dog#dog metaphor#I'll be real I edited this one rn#Originally it ended after anything more but then it felt too short and on the nose ykwim?#alr seeing ways I can make this metaphor better#growth mindset /lh#growth#damn christmas rrly did smth to me#I'll figure out how to post eventually#Aesthetic#i'll shut up now#ok that's a lie#alliteration#alliteration my beloved#mwah mwah#ameteur writer
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Picked out my favorite looks from my sketches and now they're going on a date
#wip#their height difference drives me insane btw#im not normal about it#charlie breaking her back just to kiss vaggie#im aware Vaggie's look would look better with heels but i feel like that's where she draw the line at femme clothing#like that woman definitely hates heels#tho i might look up cuter flats later#(sorry fashion isn't my strong suit)#hazbin hotel#chaggie
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Steddie Amnesia Ficlet
-> part two
cw: lots of head trauma/brain injury/recovery stuff.
Steve wakes up in the hospital with someone snoring loudly on his leg, mouth open, drool getting soaked up into the scratchy hospital blanket over him.
Steve just stares.
Itļæ½ļæ½sā¦ Freddie? No, thatās not right... Eddie! Eddie āthe freakā Munson, known delinquent and drug dealerā¦ resting his head on Steveās lap.
What the hellā¦?
Steve reaches up with a wobbly, IV-ridden hand to clumsily pat along his head, but instead of meeting messy hair, he meets a thick wad of bandages. He flinches when he hits an especially tender spot.
Itās not much but itās enough to wake Eddie Munson up with a jolt, and a random jumble of words that sounded something like, āthe dice have spoken!ā, but Steve canāt be sure. Not with the sharp ringing still going off inside his skull.
āSteve? Steve! Oh thank fuck, Jesus H. Christ, you scared the ever loving shit out of me.ā Eddie stood and grabbed at one of Steveās shoulders, shaking him enough to elicit another wince.
āOh, damn, sorry. Iām like a fucking bull in a china shop here, man. Thereās way too much expensive, breakable shit here. Iām not used to it. I accidentally ripped your IV out the other day... Fuck. The nurses hate my guts.ā Eddie chuckles, eyes wide and solely on Steve, talking like they were old friends or something.
But that canāt be right. Steve doesnāt remember saying more than two words to Eddie Munson during the entire time he knew he even existed, and even then it was just to discuss weed prices.
āFor real though, talk to me Harrington, how you feelinā, hm? Loopy? Gonna yak again? Apparently they got you on the good stuff,ā Eddie flicks a liquid filled bag hanging above Steve and shakes his head, ābut they keep cutting you back. Dicks.ā
Steveās eyes try and follow Eddieās erratic movements but his eyes ache the more he moves them. He blinks against the harsh fluorescents and tries to open his mouth. And thank God, Eddie Munson seems to take this as a sign and shut up.
āWhat happened?ā Steve finally croaks.
One of Eddieās brows jumps. āYou donāt remember?ā
Steve gives his head a small shake. Did Eddie hit him with his car or something? Is that why heās sleeping at his bedside and talking to him like theyāre buddies?
āYou fell, Stevie.ā Eddie makes a whistling noise and mimicks something falling with his hands, then makes a crashing sound when his hand lands on Steveās bandaged head. āLike a coconut out of a tree. Landed right on that big olā melon of yours. There was blood everywhere. It scared the shit out of me and the kids. Especially when you wouldnāt wake up.ā
Steveās throat feels like sandpaper, but he manages to swallow, his throat clicking as he did, and gets out, āThe kids?ā
Eddie seems to notice, even before Steve can ask, and reaches for a water bottle with a straw already in it, and half chewed. Eddieās own, no doubt. Against his better judgment, Steve accepts it when Eddie offers it to him. He was just so goddamn thirsty.
āDonāt worry, theyāre all fine. They were just shaken up. Iāll radio the little gremlins and give āem the good news in a sec.ā Eddieās smile falters a little, seeming lost for words. Like he wants to say something, but canāt quite get it out.
Steve finishes swallowing his few, meager gulps of water before he asks, āWhat is it?ā
āDonāt freak outāā Eddie begins.
And, okay, thatās exactly the thing you tell someone before they freak the fuck out. Steveās stomach is subject to a growing, sluggish panic. āWhat? Dude, tell meāā
āItās your hair.ā Eddie seems genuinely pained at having to deliver this crushing of a blow to Steve āThe Hairā Harrington.
Steve can hear the beeping from the monitors heās hooked up to begin to pick up speed as his heart begins racing. āMy hair?ā
āItās okay! Itās okay, itāll grow back! They just had to take a little bit off where the stitches went, you can hardest notice itāwell, thatās a fucking lie, you could spot that landing strip from spaceābut I think if you part it to the other side it wonāt look soā¦ yāknow.ā
āNo, dude, I donāt know.ā Steve says, eyes wide, brows pinched.
āLike a drunk toddler took a pair of rusty kitchen shears to your mop.ā Eddie says, huffing out a nervous sort of laugh.
Steve groans, half due to the bastardization thatās happened to his favorite feature, and half due to the migraine thatās looming on his horizon.
āYouāre still pretty, Stevie, donāt worry.ā Eddie grins, eyebrows raised, like heās trying to be cute or something.
That weirdest part is, itās kind of working.
Steve must have hit his head really, really hard.
The doctors eventually come in and perform all sorts of tests, and he tries his best to comply with them and jump through whatever hoops they make him jump through. He just wants to get the hell out of this hospital bed.
Unfortunately for him, Steve hadnāt exactly aced any of the tests.
In fact, he had failed most of them pretty fucking dismally. He couldnāt remember the date, who the president was, where he lived, couldnāt say the alphabet backwardsā¦ although, who the fuck can do that? He stands by that failing grade.
A couple of CAT scans later and itās clear that Steveās brain got smacked around a little more than they had originally thought.
Among a pile of other stuff, the thing that sticks out the most to Steve is his diagnosis of something called short term amnesia. They explain it like the past 2 to 3 years has just been wiped from his brain. The last clear thing he really remembers is getting the shit beat out of him by Billy, and then it all sort of gets jumbled. Fragmented. The doctors explain that this is pretty typical for head trauma patients.
Heās a head trauma patient, now.
Itās normal for memories of trauma to link, creating spiderwebs throughout your brain.
Which, thatās great. So when he gets beat up again, thereās always a chance his brain will try and erase his easy, happy years and revert back to a trauma default. Really helpful brain, thank you.
And the thing that sucks the most is that his years after the Billy beat down sound pretty great. Traumatizing, sure, but great. Once the Upside Down shit was locked up, with every scary nightmare fuel monster inside of it, life in Hawkins didnāt sound all that terrible.
He lived with Robin, whoās his best friend, (his āplatonic soulmateā even, as she explains it), heās working a retail job, (also with Robin), and coaches the high school basketball team during the evenings. Heād even been talking with Hopper about joining the force.
Well, he was. Now heās more or less useless, working full time at re-learning his life, along with a couple of fine motor skills that got glitchy after the fall.
And then thereās Eddie.
Eddie, whoās apparently also his best friend, only their soulmate link isnāt platonic at all.
The strange and weirdly exciting reality was that Steve Harrington had woken up from his 3-day medically induced coma with not only a full fledged relationship, but a boyfriend.
Itās a lot to digest, and part of him still doesnāt even know how to process it, but hearing the stories being told around him, seeing how Eddie is practically living in his and Robinās two-bedroom apartment, and justā¦ the way Eddie looks at him?
Itās with loveāSteve can see it. Feel it. Eddieās practically vibrating with it.
Whatās even crazier is that when Steve looks at Eddie, he feels the exact same way.
Itās like looking at the stars. Steveās heart skips a beat when those dark eyes of hit him, and Steve wants nothing more than to make Eddie smileāno, better than that, to make him laugh, just so he can watch Eddieās adamās apple bob up and down and hear that manic, unhinged cackle. Itās downright delightful. Steve loves being in relationships like this, where itās all consuming.
Steve may not have the memories of falling in love with Eddie, but he has all the feelings.
No one talks about it with Steve, of course. Maybe they think itās going to be too heavy for him to process that heās into dudes now, but Steve isnāt a big dumb baby. Sure, heās got a pretty severe brain injury, and yeah, alright, it takes him a minute to remember peopleās names sometimes, and he has a harder time controlling his emotions, but he isnāt a complete invalid. Only a little bit of one. Heās working on it, dammit.
And Eddie is so painfully, frustratingly patient with him. He never pushes. Heās clearly letting Steve retrieve his memories before he makes a move, because despite his whole outward appearance, Eddie Munson is a goddamn gentleman. He never so much as reaches for Steveās hands, but Steve can tell by the way their pinkies graze when they watch movies late at night that he wants to.
Steve can tell by the way Eddie teases him, the way heās there with him through his recovery, that he doesnāt ever make Steve feel stupid when he asks the same questions over and over again, when he cries at the drop of a hat or when he gets sort of confused about the lay out of his apartmentāhe doesnāt care about that of that.
Because heās in love with Steve. Itās so painfully romantic, it brings a painful lump to Steveās throat every time he thinks too much about it.
The two of them are driving to one of Steveās therapy sessions, Eddie in the driver's seat, Steve in the passengers, listening to a low racket of some kind of heavy metal music. Eddie always keeps the volume low now, for Steve.
Heās just been so intensely good about everything that Steve needs to try and do something good for Eddie in return. He needs Eddie to know that thereās a light at the end of this tunnel that theyāre both currently lost in.
āIām sorry about this, yāknow.ā Steve says when they finally pull up the building that has āBrain Injury Recover Centerā written on the front. So all the boys and girls with scrambled eggs for brains know where to converge.
āDonāt worry about it, man. I work the evening shifts, remember? My days are free.ā Eddie explains, and Steve wonders if heās had to be told this bit of information a couple of times now. Sometimes it takes a few times before something sticks to his brain now. His short term memory is still majorly flighty. But no, Steve remembers that Eddie bartends at a local bowling alley most evenings. Heās gone a few times. Not to bowl, of courseātoo much hand eye coordination involvedābut just to hang out with Eddie. Heās pretty decent at Ms. Pac-Man though.
Steve shakes his head. He knows his mind must have wandered because thereās been a lull where no oneās spoken. Eddie never seems to care about that though. āI donāt mean about the drive. I was talking aboutā¦ yāknow.ā
āWhaādyāmean?ā Eddie mumbles as he backs into his parking space, hand on the back of Steveās headrest.
Steve sighs and decides to just come out and say it: āI mean having your boyfriend forget everything about you and your relationship. I justā¦ that must be really tough.ā
Everything in Eddie Munson comes to a jarring halt, hand frozen over where heās turned to ignition off.
Itās sort of unnervingāEddie is always moving, fidgeting. Damn near bouncing off the walls. But now itās like someone hit the poor guy with a freeze ray gun.
Steve chuckles softly as he reaches out and touches Eddieās arm, giving him a playful jostle, to loosen him up a little, āitās okay, Eddie. I know. You donāt have to keep going easy on me. Iām gay! Or, bi-sexual. Whatever.ā Steve shrugs, āsee? Not falling apart. I can handle being in love with another dude. You donāt need to keep babying me.ā
The side of Eddieās mouth twitches into a downturned smile that he seems to be trying to hide.
āI know, I know. Not just any dude.ā Steve rolls his eyes, a smile still firmly on his face. He takes Eddieās hand from the steering wheel, and Eddie seems to watch it go in a detached sort of awe. Steve wonders if Eddieās proud of him for being so cool with it all. āIn love with you.ā
āSteve, I donāt thinkā
āWait, just let me finish.ā Steve asks, and Eddie blinks and works on closing his mouth. Knows itās important to let Steve get his thoughts out quickly, lest they be lost to the giant black hole inside of his beat-up brain now. āI know that I donāt remember any of the important stuff with us. Our first date, or our first kiss or, yāknow, any of our other first firsts. So maybe it feels like youāre cheating on the old Steve with me? Butā¦ Eddie, I know itās crazy but even though my brain forgot all of the specifics; my heart didnāt. I look at you, and itās all there. Iām still so into you, dude. I can feel it, even though I donāt remember how I got here. Iām in lāā
āSteve! Stevestevesteve wait, holy shitā!ā Eddieās eyes snap up from his intense stare at the place where their hands are linked. āSteveāā
āYeah?ā Steve prompts when Eddie doesnāt seem to be able to find the words. He runs his thumb gently over Eddieās knuckles. It feels so nice to finally be able to hold his hand again. They fit together so well, and Steve wonders briefly if itās some kind of muscle memory.
Eddie opens his mouth a few more times before he remembers how to make the words come out.
āSteve. Buddy. Weāreā¦ weāre not dating.ā
Steveās face falls, and he can feel a lump form in his throat, but he keeps a firm hold of Eddieās warm hand in his own. āYeah, I know, I know. We havenāt had any time to be a couple. And itās probably been torture for you, man. Youāre so busy taking care of me and making sure I donāt freak out over everything that youāve clearly been neglecting your own hierarchy of needs.ā
Eddie raises a brow.
Steve chuckles, āShut up. Itās a therapy term.ā
Eddie laughs in his throat. āSteve, you gotta slow down and listen to me.ā
He turns his shoulders so that heās fully facing Steve while he reaches his free hand over and tugs at one of his earlobes. āGot your hearing ears on?ā
Steve rolls his eyes, but he nods just the same.
āWeā¦ we werenāt dating before your accident,ā Eddie speaks slowly, his voice warm, gentle. āHell, I didnāt even know you were, yāknow, into dudes like that. Much less me.ā
Something throbs dully behind Steveās eyes. Itās the start of a migraineļæ½ļæ½the one that makes it hard to process much of anything. Steve squints, trying to make sense of what Eddieās saying. āā¦youāre not my boyfriend?ā
Eddie shakes his head very, very slowly. āNo.ā
Steve snatches his hand back like heās only just now noticed how burning hot Eddieās hand is.
He settles back in his seat, staring out the front window. The sounds from the outside world are muffled, and everything feels far away and sort ofā¦ Made up. Just like everything heād imagined was going on between him and Eddie. Not real.
He feels painfully detached from reality. Unmoored. Maybe this was the disassociation thing the doctor mentioned might happenā¦
āAre you sure?ā Steve asks, risking another glance over to Eddie, who hasnāt taken his eyes off him for a second.
āPretty fuckinā sure.ā Eddie snorts.
āOh, God. This isā¦ Iāmāsorry. Iām so stupid. Fuck, I gottaāā Steve suddenly attacks the door handle with a clumsy fury that has his hand fumbling with the handle for way too long. Fucking busted up, bruised as fuck fucking brain-!
āSteve, itās okay, dude,ā Eddie says from behind Steve, but thatās easy for him to say; he didnāt just humiliate himself in front of his not-boyfriend, definitely-crush, possibly ex-friendāāSteve, wait!ā
Steve flees the van on unsteady feet, not daring to look back.
#part 2???š#update: okay yes definitely a part 2#please let let know if you want to be added to the tag list for part 2!ā”Ģ#now part 3#this has been in my WIPs for so long#steddie#TW: brain damage#concussed Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#angst#because i love to torture these boys#Steve Harrington#hurt/comfort#write Rae write#my writing#stranger things#Steve Harrington has brain damage#stranger things fic#Steddie fic#Steddie ficlet#cliff hanger#Iām so sorry#Steve Harrington whump#Eddie x Steve#Steve x Eddie#stranger things ficlet#recovery fic#disabled Steve Harrington
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primum non nocere
art ig- @acepostale
#arcade gannon#fallout new vegas#fnv#myart#acepostale#i got into an adhd rabbit hole and ended up reading the hippocratic oath last night#and i kinda went insane bc of arcade gannon and his father#first do no harm and all that#this is most definitely a wip but i dont want to do more#dont ask me why there are just some guys on the rop left corner#i was listening to Hotel La Rut by Joanna Wang while drawing#go listen 2 that whole album. my final message. gootbye
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proof that you CAN use math in every day lifešāš¼
#knitting#knitblr#wip#mathblr#I didnāt write up a formal pattern for this one as I do believe it is highly unlikely anyone besides me and a few centuries long dead#mathematicians would wanna make this one. that being said! it can definitely happen if anyone else desires this beaut.#this would definitely be a hit in some proof based geometry coursesšāāļøI would lend it to anyone wishing to get ahead on an exam fr#my first foray into flat stranded colorwork and yes! itās great! itās useful! but!!! the amount of loose ends to weave in!!! jfc!!!!!!!!!!!#also mattress stitch my beloathed. itās so useful but so tedious.
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asami and her girlfriend from fortnite or whatever
#im forcing myself to leave the comfort zone of not drawing characters interacting so wip. i have two more korrasami sketches to render but#i definitely need to attempt to sleep today#korrasami#legend of korra#tlok#tlok fanart#asami sato#avatar korra#tlok asami#tlok korra#korra x asami#ceesar(t)
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Big olā eyes
(Wip of a comic Iām working on - wanted to draw the babies with big eyes again haha)
#turtle wip tag#NO MOUTHS ALLOWED only WIDE EYED STARE#still debating on the patterns of their sock sweaters#I like Mikey and Leoās#but Raph and Donnieās need more work#other angles will make it way more clear how sock-like their sweaters are haha#donnie with no eyebrows is so odd to draw#definitely super wip and bound to change#giving donnie that tail makes him look 90% more like a dinosaur
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D16 WIP
Being a new TF fan and discovering you love to draw machines and their bodies is such a good feeling
I can't stop drawing and studying them!
Also thanks @th3e-m4ng0 for posting a tutorial on how to separate and break down their designs to make sketching easier. It's really helping a lot, make sure to check out his blog!
edit: finished
#transformers#transformers one#tf one#d 16#megatron#art wip#current wip#artists on tumblr#changing my comission status from: don't draw mecha / robots. to: i DEFINITELY draw mecha / robots#pomp draws#d-16
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Bruce: How was your class trip Damian?
Damian: It was quiet and productive Father.
Bruce: Iām glad to hear it. What was your favorite part?
Damian: I learned how to escape an Iron Maiden.
Bruce: ā¦
Damian: ā¦
Bruce: Explain please.
Damian: A boy Drakeās age taught me how to escape an Iron Maiden.
Bruce: How did he have that knowledge?
Damian: He claims his family has a dungeon full of medieval torture devices. I believe he may require further investigation.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp crossovers#quiet means no rogues#Danny definitely found Damian studying the Iron Maidens#they had a conversation#Danny was careful about what he mentioned#but not careful enough for a Bat#Danny hasnāt figured out how much info is too much#Amity Park knows the Fentons are just weird like that#I canāt decide if this is a school trip for Danny#or if Jazz got custody and moved them to Gotham#if she did then Vlad is definitely bothering them#Batman is about to feel a very strong urge to adopt#I havenāt decided if I should write more or add this to my current unpublished wip#but itās up for grabs nonetheless
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(they're kind of old by now, but here's 1 and 2)
#wiggog y'rath#lords in black#solomon lauter#nerdy prudes must die#hatchetfield#id in alt text#definitely art#was struck by the sudden and desperate urge to draw this#ive had this planned out for months i just got too caught up in requests#i might redraw the old ones. maybe. no promises#also as for what happened to miss tessburger. well :)#happy easter im celebrating by bringing this back from the dead (my wip folder)
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i made a digital vw zine, there's a bunch of stuff on here that hasn't been shared elsewhere! if you're looking for a barrage of vw being really clingy and all, look no further :]
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#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#trigun stampede#ruporas art#HI....... HELLO..... this is my first zine ever.... this is primarily a sketch log with a few finished stuff that i just never posted#there's a few drawings that i did share but never cross - platformed posted them before#compiled them for convenience sake in this lil zine#NEXT YEAR! i will definitely do a physical zine if there's still garnered interest in that lol... it's been in the wips but it's taking#a bit because there's long-ish comics i want to finish for it; alongside that i hope to set up sale for physical goods in general soon..#i'm still figuring that all out :') but in the mean time - please enjoy this if u are able to buy!!
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lol working on some bnha requests in my inbox š pinky teaching the boys how to dance š©·āØ
#bakugo canāt let Mina be the number 1 dancer lmao but she is š#he can TRY hahahahha#uh todoroki is definitelyā¦ moving hahah#deku on the side just like šļøšļø cna I join pls#mha#bnha#wip#my hero academia#my hero academia art#my hero academia headcanons#katsuki Bakugo#Mina ashido#todoroki shoto#pjseveryday#illustration#anime art#art#fanart#sketchbook#digital illustration#bnha art
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They look like they're having an allergic reaction....
#normal beetle art#this is still a wip#i wanna make a sun 3d model#idk if i'll make moon honestly??#But definitely making Sun!#sun fnaf#i want it to look like an old silicone-faced animatronic but with a modern flair#hence the eyelids :>#if anyone has advice on rigging it would be greatly appreciated i am flying by the seat of my pants here#but yeah!#wip#also its been a while since i posted art sorry about that#but i'll be posting wips of this dude at least#shh we wont talk about the weird normals idk how to fix them yet#sundrop#sundrop fnaf#fnaf sun#dca fandom
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some people, both old and new (mostly new).
#fire emblem#fire emblem awakening#fire emblem fates#fire emblem engage#fire emblem: three houses#fe3h#fe olivia#fe inigo#fe chrom#fe robin#chrobin#fe hinoka#fe takumi#fe alear#fe alfred#alfred x alear#leonie pinelli#fe frederick#fe13#fe 14#fe 16#fe 17#my art#i was deciding which wips i was gonna scrap and decided to post some here#i'll finish some of these though#hinoka and olivia definitely
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snippet sunday monday
tagged by wonderful @endwersed! thank you so much! this is a kinda long(ish) snippet from my @hotgirlstiles wip but I'm feeling generous
The alpha shook his head viciously as if shaking the order off. āGo fuck yourself, Hale! I swear Iāll kill you one day. You think youāre invincible, butāā he stumbled over his words, his eyes narrowed.
Derek, of course, sensed Stilesā presence. He glanced at the omega who walked up quietly to the railing and pushed one of his hands around Derekās elbow. His impenetrable gaze was focused on the alpha on the first floor.
In the low pink and purple lights, he didnāt look real. His white clothes changed color along with the lights, and all of his little trinkets only accentuated his preciousness. Nothing gleamed as hard as his eyes, though.
āGo,ā said Stiles in a quiet voice.
The alpha looked at him for a moment, then roared, swerved around, and ran on all fours across the bar until he crashed through the exit.
Stiles lifted his chin. He gave the people staring at him a brief glance and turned to Derek.
āIām kinda hungry,ā he said and smiled.
If they werenāt in the club in the middle of the busy city, Derek wouldāve run out like that alpha just did. He wouldāve headed straight for the forest and found the best game there was: juicy, young, and soft. He wouldāve torn its throat with his teeth and dropped the prey at his omegaās feet. He wouldāve cut the meat in tiny pieces with his claws and fed the bloody bits right into Stilesā open mouth.
Derek swallowed.
āLetās see what they have,ā he rasped.
He took the suddenly obedient omega by the hand and sat him down on the sofa right next to himself. When Derek took the menu, Stiles waved it off.
āOrder for me, alpha.ā He swung one of his knees over Derekās thigh and dangled his foot. āCora, youāre scaring people. Come here, please, I need to know all the family drama.ā
Scoffing, Cora left the railing and walked back to the sofa.
āSo, hereās the thingā¦ā she started.
Derek could hardly concentrate on anything beyond Stilesā body that settled so nicely against him and the omegaās leg swung over his thigh. When the food arrived ā steak and fries, because Derek needed to feed Stiles something bloody ā the wolf took it apart and fed his omega slowly and carefully.
While Cora waved her fork around between the telling of the complicated tale, Stiles didnāt lift a finger. He must have sensed something from Derek, something primal and scorching that needed attention and wouldnāt agree to a compromise.
Interestingly, Stiles seemed to find just as much pleasure in the wolfās actions. Ā
Derek didnāt forget how he complained about the alphas choosing the food for him, yet, this time he asked Derek to do exactly that. It nearly drove him feral as he realized that Stiles trusted him with the choice. He knew that the wolf would feed him well.
Whether it was a conscious decision or a play of instincts, they fit together. Two puzzle pieces locked and stuck so hard that one could not take them apart without completely destroying both.
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#sterek#sterek fic#stiles x derek#eternal sterek#sterek fanfic#stiles stilinski#derek hale#derek x stiles#sterek wip#my fics#like it's definitely going to be over 80k
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