Dylan O’Brien+ winks
Derek Hale : worried - sad faces. (season 3)
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.”
Sterek + orange and blue
maybe orange and blue is not the best, but sometimes there are other things you wouldn’t think would be a good combination, end up turning out like a perfect combination, you know, like two people together who nobody ever thought would be together ever