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Teen Wolf AU: So Stiles’ original plan of insinuating himself into every aspect of Derek’s life and making Derek fall in love with him - mostly by just being everywhere all the time - might not have worked as well as anticipated because Derek is a paranoid bastard, but from where Stiles is standing it looks like it all went okay anyway. 

Inspired by this post, except that it got sappier.

“’Okay’? I’m sorry, did you say ‘okay?’”

Derek sighs, pretending to be exasperated. “I did.” He takes a step closer to him, not sure if the racing heart he hears is Stiles’ or his own.

Stiles rubs a hand over his buzzed hair. Derek can’t wait to get his mouth on it, feel it bristle against his thighs. “Holy shit I can’t believe that worked. I didn’t think – “

“You mean you actually planned that speech? You came here to ask me out and that’s the speech you planned?” Derek loved the speech, has been waiting for Stiles to blurt out something ridiculous like that for awhile now, but he still can’t help but tease him for it. 

Stiles is especially adorable when he’s stuttering and trying to argue with him. “No, I didn’t plan…I just…I didn’t think you’d really even want to be my friend, let alone…the other stuff. To be honest, I don’t even remember exactly what I said.”

Derek can definitely hear the racing of Stiles’ pulse now, wonders if he’ll get to trace its sinuous path under his skin with his tongue, maybe rough up that pale, beauty-marked canvas with hickies and beard burn, mark his neck up so everyone knows he’s taken, mark up all kinds of other places only he’ll get to see, just for the two of them.

Derek takes another step closer so there’s hardly any space at all between them. They’ve been closer, a lot closer, in the pool, in the sheriff’s station, but it’s never felt like this.

Like the beginning of something that will never end.

“You said that you wanted to be my best friend who holds my hand and gives me orgasms and maybe puts a ring on it.”

He can’t help but smile at Stiles’ look of cringing horror. “Oh god, and you still said okay?”

“I must be crazy.” He runs a finger up Stiles’ arm, smiling as his skin rises in goosebumps in response to his touch. His knuckles dance over his collarbone, eyes locked on Stiles’ lower lip, red and pillowy from his nervous chewing, his oral fixation.

“Or you just have really low standards,” Stiles attempts to tease, slightly cracking voice giving him away even if his heartbeat hadn’t already.

Derek gently cups the back of Stiles’ neck, runs his thumb across his hairline, memorizing the flutter of his eyelashes when they flit up to meet his gaze. “Or, I also want to be your best friend who holds your hand and gives you orgasms and puts a ring on it.”

“Oh.” Stiles says, all soft and perplexed, scent thickening with sweet happiness and lust.

Derek’s got him in his grasp now, other arm hooked firmly around his narrow waist, pressing them close together. He takes a deep breath and finally gives in to two years of temptation, closing his eyes as he nuzzles into Stiles’ neck, inhaling his musky-sweet scent up close, so potent and pure right there behind his ear it makes him dizzy. Derek noses hard at his jaw, running his face along the hard-edged bone dusted in short, sharp stubble.

Stiles is making a noise, groaning and gasping, body going pliant, cock pressing against his, both of them hard and straining against the fabric between them. “Is, uh,” he pants, breath hot and wet against his cheek, “there a particular order you want to do those things?”

Derek smiles into his neck and reaches down to intertwine their fingers, clasping his hand firmly. “I’m a fan of trying everything at once,” he whispers before kissing him, finally.

(Source: hellasterek)

lettinggosthehardestpart:

camembertlylegal:

deadlydinos:

Once I was walking home with some law school friends and they were like ”Why are you walking up that street your street is like three more streets up”

"Yeah but there’s a house on this street and sometimes their golden retriever naps in the sun on the sidewalk and I like to give him belly rubs"

Now all the law students walk up belly rub lane because law school is stressful and dogs rock

I bet that is the happiest dog

belly rub lane

sixpenceee:

Robert Wadlow was the tallest person in history (1918-1940). He was 8 ft 11.1 in tall or 2.72 meters. His great size is due to his pituitary gland having a proliferation of cells. This resulted in increased levels of human growth hormone. 

His size took a toll on him as he required leg braces to walk. 11 days before his death, a faulty brace irritated his ankle and caused a blister and soon a parasitic infection. Doctors tried to treat him with surgery & blood transfusion but his condition worsened. He had auto-immune disorder as well, which meant his immune system attacked healthy cells & tissues. He died in his sleep at age 22. 

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The One Where Eddie Moves In

felicitysmock:

this didn’t really work like… as Eddie for anyone. so, i sort of wrote a different thing.

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“So,” Isaac eyes the possible new tenant warily from where he’s examining Boyd’s painting on the wall. “Do you have any questions for us?”

Stiles turns and beams at him, Derek feels it like a punch to the gut. “Nah, I don’t think so. You say it’s three hundred a month?”

“Three fifty,” Derek corrects flatly.

Boyd elbows him in the stomach. “Three hundred, plus we have an account you can put money in for bills and shit.”

Stiles glances from Derek to Boyd, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You want me to pay three twenty five, would that make you feel better?”

Derek scowls as Boyd and Isaac both grin. “We have really noisy neighbors.”

“’S’cool, my best friend and his girlfriend used to have ridiculously loud sex in the room next to me,” Stiles smirks ruefully.

“You can’t smoke.”

Stiles waves his hands around. “I got better things to do with these than stain them yellow.”

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