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Awesome Life Choices: moseyposey27 said I should continue this pornlet from yesterday, but I...

foramomentlikethat — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 02:09:11 -0400

Awesome Life Choices: moseyposey27 said I should continue this pornlet from yesterday, but I...:

moseyposey27 said I should continue this pornlet from yesterday, but I feel like fluff right now instead.

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Stiles curled up around Derek, completely fucked out. His mouth felt empty, his ass was aching in the best way, and his back and stomach muscles felt well-exercised. Derek had manhandled him into a quick shower, which had turned into a languid handjob as Derek fucked his thighs from behind, holding him up while Stiles moaned feebly with over-stimulation and his thighs trembled with exhaustion. So he was feeling the lassitude of multiple excellent orgasms, and he was clean and warm.

All in all, it was an amazing day.

Stiles murmured into Derek’s shoulder, “I’m all fucked and talked out.”

“I like hearing you talk,” Derek volunteered, before stiffening.

Stiles hummed. “I know that. You like dirty talk. So much dirty talk.”

Derek’s hand that was patting Stiles’ shaggy, damp hair stopped moving. “I love your dirty talk. You have such a filthy mouth that you could be a phone sex operator, except I would have to kill all your clients.”

“No, don’t stop patting,” Stiles complained, butting his head against Derek’s still hand, before his muzzy brain replayed what had just been said. He looked up. “What?”

Underneath his sprawled limbs, Derek was stiff and wide-eyed. “I like hearing you talk even outside of sex. I think you know that. You always know when to talk louder and faster, when I need your voice to just keep everything else quiet in my head. And I think I’m under the truth spell too now. I should be more worried, but all I can think of is how smooth your skin is and how good-“

Derek only stopped talking when Stiles placed his palm over his mouth. Stiles sighed. “What sort of fucking truth spell is contagious?”

“Mmpy thrmm kinn connmp.” Derek’s mouth moved against Stiles’ tight hold.

“Yeah, skin contact, I got that. Or more likely, saliva. All that kissing probably did it for us, and I was avoiding you before that, so that’s why it only started now. Fucking witches,” Stiles said with a roll of his eyes. “So… I know you hate talking about your feelings. Do you want to bail? You can just nod or shake your head.”

When Stiles lifted his hand, Derek only watched him quietly, hazel eyes bright in the late afternoon sunlight coming through the curtains.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. “I need a little more hint than that.”

He was starting to roll away anyway, when Derek tightened an arm around him.

“I’ll stay,” Derek said.

“You don’t have to-“

“I know.”

Stiles did end up rolling over anyway, but only because Derek nudged him bossily until he rolled onto his side so that Derek could spoon up behind him.

“Ugh, little spoon,” Stiles complained, always preferring to hug the shit out of Derek when they were asleep, usually opting for hugger instead of huggee. His arms felt empty now.

Derek nosed behind his ear, breathing out and causing Stiles to shiver. “Sometimes I want to be the one hugging you.”

Stiles stilled in his arms, realizing that Derek was allowing the truth spell to run its course. They could both be a little - okay, a lot - allergic to talking about their actual emotions, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. Stiles pulled Derek’s arm tight around his waist, holding on to Derek’s hand where it was pressed against his belly.

“But you’re so nice to hug,” Stiles said softly.

“I like your hugs. I like to return them too,” Derek said, sounding almost shy with his face mashed up against the back of Stiles’ neck. “I like being in bed after marathon sex.”

“Duh. Sleeping after marathon sex is the best,” Stiles said with a smile to his pillow.

Derek tangled his legs with Stiles’. “Yeah, but I like feeling you like this. Relaxed and soft.”

Stiles protested, “Hey, I’m not soft. I’ve got muscles now!”

“Feels soft to me,” Derek said, suddenly wicked as his hand curled around Stiles’ quiescent cock.

That startled a laugh out of Stiles. There had been too many orgasms for Stiles to get hard again, and the same went for Derek, whose soft cock was nestled up against the curve of Stiles’ ass. He let Derek hold him for a moment longer, before pulling his hand away.

“Pervert,” Stiles teased.

“Yep,” Derek agreed easily. “When we lie close together, it doesn’t take long before we get hard and want to fuck. It’s nice sometimes, just lying like this.”

Stiles pressed backwards with a contented sigh. “Totally no arguments from me.”

Derek kissed his neck, before continuing, “I like the way you smell.”

“Yeah?” Stiles prompted with a sleepy grin.

“Smells like raspberries and grass and lightning,” Derek said, rubbing a stubbled cheek against Stiles’ skin. “Today anyway. It’s always a little different everyday.”

“How did I smell like yesterday?”

They laid in bed for the rest of the day, Stiles letting Derek whisper his innermost thoughts against his skin, big and small truths, as Stiles reciprocated with some of his own.

Does it Suit Me?

foramomentlikethat — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 08:37:54 -0500

himurosdick:

Aokise drabble: Kise takes nudes in Aomine’s jacket.

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Sing Me To Sleep (Spideypool Fic)

foramomentlikethat — Fri, 23 Nov 2012 23:10:20 -0500

coldteller:

A/N: Another fanfic based on the Ask-stony-and-thorki blog. This time it is based off of the Qs and As during the Venom incident.

Summary: Peter is still trying to cope after being captured and raped by Venom. Wade tries to comfort him and ends up being forced to sing to Peter so he could sleep.

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Sing Me To Sleep

by: The Cold Story Teller

Peter recognized the murky ceilings all too well. The last time he saw them, they were a reminder of being locked away to suffer. He lied bare on an uncomfortable bed, feeling exposed and completely vulnerable. He wondered where he was and couldn’t even remember how he even got here. However, he felt like he had been here before.

He tried to move limbs, but was shocked to find out he couldn’t move. The only thing he could move were his eyes and head. He looked all over his body to find anything forcing him down. His eyes widen, when he found out his torso covered in bloody wounds instead of being completely healed like they were before he slept.

No… This can’t be happening, not again…

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The Unlikely Hero Chapter 1

foramomentlikethat — Tue, 13 Nov 2012 23:50:01 -0500

thegirlwithacomputer:

Summary:AU: The stress and struggles of teen life aren’t exactly easy for Peter Parker but when a certain new friend, Wade Wilson, comes into the picture, well…things seems to brighten up just a bit.

Pairings:Peter/Wade, Steve/Tony, past Peter/Gwen

Word count: 2,044

A/N:Okay, seriously, I suck at making summaries so just take my word that it’s a lot better than what the summary makes it out to be. This chapter mainly focuses on Peter and his home life right now with a hint of spideypool but there will be more in later chapters. This is my first spideypool fic so bear with me if it’s a little ooc at first. I’LL GET BETTER I PROMISE.

Also, there’s a tiny bit of stony angst so yeah…

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Mostly NSFW: SpideyPool - Alpha/Omega

foramomentlikethat — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 03:59:32 -0500

Mostly NSFW: SpideyPool - Alpha/Omega:

canam77:

Peter bounced off the wall, landing ungracefully like a rag doll. He pushed himself up and coughed, tasting blood. He was so far off his game it wasn’t funny. And he knew why, he shouldn’t be out fighting right now. Not in his condition. Why the hell didn’t he keep better track of this?

He got up…

Of Breaking and Entering

foramomentlikethat — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 01:55:55 -0500

fuwacchi:

Title: Of Breaking and Entering
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Pairing: Akashi/Furihata
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Suspense/Humour
Words: 3,046
Summary: Woken up at two thirty in the morning by the screeching and clattering of objects in his yard, Furihata had expected to encounter a burglar or a serial killer but certainly not this.

Disclaimer: Don’t own.

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It was two thirty in the morning when Furihata woke up to the sound of screeching from his metal gate. At first he had stared blankly at his clock, the red lights merely a blur in his daze, before it hit him, the alarm suddenly registering in his head. Someone was trespassing into his territory! His parents were currently on a three day business trip and wouldn’t be returning until the next day. As he was an only child, Furihata was alone in the household.

For that matter, it was also the reason why he was, at that moment, panicking. Furihata didn’t know what to do if the trespasser was a burglar or, even worse, a serial killer. Tugging on his brown locks in nervousness, he tried to think coherently. Perhaps he was just over thinking it. Maybe he forgot to lock the gates before turning in that night and the wind blew it open? Yeah, it was probably that…

He failed to convince himself, however, as he heard more noise from outside; the clattering of objects grated on his nerves, causing his heart to pulse louder, faster, harder.

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Let's Get Hitched [Spideypool Drabble]

foramomentlikethat — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 23:39:46 -0500

arrafrost:

Peter’s brow furrowed as he walked around the kitchen table, can of pineapple slices in his hand and one piece dangling from his lips as he sucked on the juices. “What’s that?”

He was, of course, referring to the large white book that Wade was flipping through. Wade didn’t look up, he appeared too entranced by the colorful pictures of tables, all set up differently with varying colors and decorations. He did, however, offer a simple statement that sounded as though he was telling Peter what time it was. “A wedding book.”

Peter wasn’t entirely sure but he was rather positive his eyebrow was in his hairline. “What?”

“We can get married now!” Wade smiled brightly at him, flipping the page to pictures and sketches of extravagant wedding dresses.

Peter choked on the pineapple in his mouth, the juices stinging at the back of his throat as he coughed desperately for breath. “W-we can what?!”

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therealfoxxcub: “you’re sure your dad’s on shift...

foramomentlikethat — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 11:19:28 -0500

therealfoxxcub:

“you’re sure your dad’s on shift tonight?”

“dude, can you relax? yes, i’m sure.”

derek tilts his head back until the back of his neck rests against stiles’ legs. “sorry, i—it’s just. Weird.”

stiles huffs. “what, actually being in my living room like normal people? you remember what a living room is, right, they have these things called couches, and—”

“i meant,” derek says slowly, reaching up to slide his hand over stiles’ neck. “that it’s weird having you back. i didn’t—i figured it’d be thanksgiving by the time you, y’know.” he stops, runs his teeth over his lower lip.

“jesus, you honestly thought i wouldn’t want a break from school? i’m taking twenty hours, dude, my brain can only handle so much.” sometimes it pisses him off that derek thinks this thing between them is so fragile, that it’s fragile because of stiles, because in derek’s world relationships are for people who aren’t fucked in the head.

but mostly it makes stiles’ chest squeeze and his skin ache to think that no matter how much derek says he trusts him, he doesn’t trust in them.

he leans down, presses a chaste kiss to derek’s parted lips, and whispers, “it’s college, not siberia.”

derek gives him a tiny, faint smile. for all that it’s small, stiles knows it’s real. genuine. “i know,” he whispers back.

“do you?” stiles kisses him again, a little deeper.

“i’m trying,” derek murmurs, and pushes up into the kiss as proof.

madpotterheaduntiltheveryend: Danish covers for Harry Potter...

foramomentlikethat — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 10:03:38 -0500

madpotterheaduntiltheveryend:

Danish covers for Harry Potter Books

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foramomentlikethat — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 08:24:39 -0500

[Spideypool Drabble] Hallelujah

foramomentlikethat — Fri, 02 Nov 2012 03:04:25 -0400

xrawrchelle:

((oh my god no now I can’t sleep because I can’t get this idea out of my head. SERIOUSLY SHORT DRABBLE I JUST HAVE TO WRITE IT THOUGH. Major spoilers for Deadpool #63! Do not spoil it for yourself unless you’re like totally sure!))

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02// Skinny Love

foramomentlikethat — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 23:29:00 -0400

drinkginandkerosene:

Trigger warning: Eating Disorder

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The Grumpiest Wolf: Scream Into Silence

foramomentlikethat — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 23:04:27 -0400

The Grumpiest Wolf: Scream Into Silence:

Derek fixed a burning look on Stiles and nodded. “Okay. But just a little more for me first.” He punctuated his request with a harder thrust that shoved Stiles up the bed two inches.

Understanding Derek’s need, Stiles let loose the whimper he’d been battling back for several heartbeats and…

http://phreakycat.livejournal.com/5922.html

foramomentlikethat — Mon, 29 Oct 2012 09:12:41 -0400

http://phreakycat.livejournal.com/5922.html:

Harvey’s voice is a deep, rich red.

When he laughs, it’s like magenta fireworks. It’s brick red and umber with worry when he scolds Mike to take your damn pills, you’re like a lemming, no sense of self-preservation. Best of all is the deep, sweet, wet red of freshly cut strawberries when he buries his face in the soft junction of Mike’s jaw and throat and says good morning in a tone that means yes, Mike is about to have a very good morning, indeed.

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foramomentlikethat — Sun, 21 Oct 2012 22:38:01 -0400

theappleppielifestyle: When Steve’s voice finally comes...

foramomentlikethat — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 11:50:21 -0400

theappleppielifestyle:

When Steve’s voice finally comes through, it’s panicked and smothered and cutting out every few seconds, pinned by static.

“-ny, ju- se don’t do this, we c- ere’s another way, Natasha foun-“

Tony keeps his eyes locked on the bright, violent blue of the portal, and thinks of arc reactor. Thinks of bluebirds, and clicking his makeshift heart into place, and Steve’s eyes, and Steve, and Steve-

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t trust himself to, at this point- it’s his last run, they all know it, and still Steve’s words are overlapping, running over each other until they blur.

“-ony, you don’t ha-“

Tony remembers, and remembers, and remembers:

Natasha at the almost identical portal a year ago, saying come on, Stark, and everyone holding their breaths as Iron Man was swallowed up by the same blue light that closed around him in a toothless bite.

They weren’t a team then, not back when they didn’t know what to avoid and what to press, how to wake each other up in the mornings and what kind of coffee they liked.

It’s been a long year, and it’s been the best fucking year of Tony’s life.

When he finally says, “Steve,” it’s cracked around the edges and he’s not even sure if it made it out his mouth.

But then Steve is talking again, relief bleeding through his voice, and saying, “Tony, pl- ound another way to close it, y-“

And Tony says, “Yeah, Cap?” because he can’t afford to call him Steve, not when that name has come to be the only thing to hold onto in a storm, not when that’s the name he’s breathed into Steve’s neck as they shook together on late nights after a mission had gone badly, not when Steve is on the ground and staring up at Tony streaking upwards in a flash of red and gold, not when-

Tony’s throat clicks, and then it’s all spilling over.

He says, “Remember last time we did this,” and it comes out in a thick laugh. “Remember- remember, you didn’t even like me back then. None of us- and it was Pep, I was calling Pepper, oh, god, she’s going to be so pissed that I- the paperwork is gonna be brutal, fucking Christ-“

“-ot gonna die,” Steve is saying, and it’s so full. “You’re not gonna die, Tony, I promise. I swear.”

Another thick laugh, and it’s like he’s drowning. “Captain America shouldn’t swear, you’ll set a bad example.”

Steve says, “Tony,” and it’s breathless, like he’s been clawing tooth-and-nail up to the roof of building that Tony can see him on top of, and there are still creatures coming down on all of the Avengers, on his friends, on the ones he’s leaned on and yanked on and pulled to their feet-

“I have to do this,” Tony says, and doesn’t let his voice shake. “Steve, I- this is my choice.”

It’s a low blow, and it’s not enough, because Steve chokes in a ragged breath and says, “Tony, we found-“

“You didn’t find jack shit,” Tony says, and he can see it now, he can see the toothless mouth ready to turn him into nothing again, again, again. “I heard you talking earlier. You said that if I did this to distract me, and-“

“Tony, please,” Steve says, and Tony wants to tell him he’s sorry he ever fell for him in the first place, sorry that he ever made Steve love him, because it’d be so fucking easier if he just-

Tony can see it. He can see it, he can see how he’s going to die, in quadratic equations and colourless obstacles and SHIELD reports and in Steve’s dreams where he wakes up screaming. He takes a breath in, holding it, because if his calculations are correct, this is the last one.

“Steve,” he says, and it’s enough. It is.

But Steve is still Steve, and he’s still Cap, and he’s still that scrawny guy who’s lost enough and buried too many people and he screams Tony’s name like he doesn’t notice the hole in his gut that’s spilling with blood.

Tony holds his breath, pulling his lips back so he’s baring his teeth, because Tony Stark was always going to go out fighting.

“I love you,” he says, and he knows that everyone’s going to pick this up. That every one of the Avengers, of his family, is going to be holding their hands to their comms, no matter what they’re fighting.

That Bruce- the hulk- is going to be roaring and Natasha is going to be pressing her lips together as her knife arcs downwards, and Clint’s finger is going to pause on the bow and Thor’s hammer is going to falter, and Steve-

And Steve, and Steve, and Steve, and Tony closes his eyes.

He keeps that last sight, though- bright blue like the arc reactor, like the flow of his mother’s dress, like smudges of watercolours on Natasha’s wrist as they paint, like Bruce’s pupils if the light catches them just right-

Blue, like Steve’s eyes in the morning. Blue, like Steve shoving him up against a wall and kissing the living shit out of him. Blue, like Steve carding his hand through his hair and bending down.

Blue, like the only thing he’s ever known and ever wanted to know. Blue, like a hand curling around the back of his head and tilting his face upwards.

Blue, like coming home after being away for a long time.

The very last thing that he hears before the blue swallows him again is,

“I lo-“

Suits | Step Seven | Harvey/Mike

foramomentlikethat — Tue, 16 Oct 2012 10:31:56 -0400

tickatocka:

Donna had been right about Mike; he looked like a mess. His eyes were red, swollen from tears, and even from this distance Harvey could see the way his lower lip trembled. He seemed to be working, with his head buried in one of the files Harvey had given him before lunch, but he had a highlighter in one hand and a balled-up Kleenex in the other.

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i love you mikey =))

galsworld: makanidotdot: WHAT DRACO WHAT …hi....

foramomentlikethat — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 13:43:56 -0400

galsworld:

makanidotdot:

WHAT DRACO WHAT

…hi. HUEHUEHUEHEU

#DRACO AS SIMBA #YES GOOD #EVERYTHING THE DARK MARK TOUCHES IS OUR KINGDOM #WHATABOUT SCARHEAD OVER THERE#THAT’S NOT EVEN RIGHT DRACO THAT’S BEYOND OUR BORDERS YOU MUST NEVER GO THERE

ladyw1nter: hungrylikethewolfie: halffizzbin: helenish: tomat...

foramomentlikethat — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 10:23:52 -0400

ladyw1nter:

hungrylikethewolfie:

halffizzbin:

helenish:

tomato-greens:

helenish:

warmbrightwings:

helenish:

morninggloryeternalsunshine:

So I was casually browsing through the aisles in the supermarket and I stumbled upon this. Hot Damn. I think my ovaries just exploded. #Dylan O’Brien

STAAAHHHPP. PS: Derek has this picture hung up on the inside of his locker.

Living for the image of shy awkward Derek opening his locker before noticing that Stiles is coming down the hall so he tries to close the door super fast so he won’t see the picture but he can’t because all his books start falling out on the ground like an avalanche and his sticky-out ears turn bright red.

Stiles is really cool and nice and and smart and always says hi to everyone even if he doesn’t really know who they are. Derek only has the picture in the first place because Mrs. Leary asked him to help out after school with some of the dark room stuff for yearbook, and there was an extra picture of Stiles, so he just—took it. He stuck it in his locker, meaning to take it home, but then he kept seeing it, between classes, Stiles’ calm eyes and faint smile and it was just—

it was stupid, because he hadn’t really thought about what would happen if Stiles saw it, how creepy and stupid he’d look. He hadn’t really thought Stiles would ever notice him at all; not many people did.

The worst part is that Stiles doesn’t even—say anything about it, not really, he just smiles the exact same smile as he’s got in the picture, warm, too kind, the smile that makes Derek feel a little embarrassed and a lot weird, like the keen edge of his own loneliness is set against his throat.

“Uh,” says Derek, clutching at Catcher in the Rye and his history textbook in front of him while everything else in his locker continues to land heavily on his feet, including, he notices, wincing, his two favorite Civil War issues, three and seven. He wishes they weren’t so obviously dogeared. He wishes he didn’t keep pristine copies at home in one of the labeled shoeboxes under his bed.

“Cool,” says Stiles, leaning down and picking up a couple of the other notebooks, A People’s History of the United States which Derek has to use for a paper, his biology textbook, the comic books on top. Derek shoves the books in his arms back into the locker so his hands are free to awkwardly collect them all from Stiles. Their fingers brush. Derek wants to die. ”I’ve always been more of a D.C. fan myself, but even I cried when Cap died,” Stiles admits, quirking a grin at Derek, intimate, friendly, before heading on down the hallway.

“Uh,” Derek says to the inside of his locker, resting his forehead on the cool metal of the door before realizing he’s basically got his face pressed to Stiles’s photographed lips. He stuffs everything inside and bangs the thing shut, accidentally butterflying his own lock in his haste to get the fuck out of Dodge before he does something even more embarrassing like, like, like punch a wall, or wolf out in front of the whole school, or weep about his feelings to Laura.

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(I hope this isn’t against tumblr etiquette. I’m sorry if it is! I don’t really understand the internet post-2004.)

NOT AGAINST TUMBLR ETIQUETTE, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!! Let me consult my mental rolodex of teen movies, hmm, probably Stiles somehow invites him to some big house party and Derek thinks maybe it’s a date, which is IS NOT because Stiles is there with a million of his friends and probably a really pretty girl hanging all over him and Derek feels like the biggest loser in the entire universe.

Then Derek can be the subject of some cruel teasing and feels like a terrible loser and knows he doesn’t belong at this party and Stiles probably hates him, so he leaves and

“Hey,” Stiles says. He’s jogging down the driveway after Derek, a little out of breath. “Where are you going?”

“Home,” Derek says.

“Oh,” Stiles says, slowing. “That’s—you got a curfew, or—”

“Yeah,” Derek lies, and Stiles nods.

“Okay,” he says. “Another time.”

“Yeah, can’t wait,” Derek mutters. He turns and starts down the driveway again, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I thought—why did you even come?” Stiles says, behind him, sounding lost, angry. “If you didn’t want to—”

“Why did you ask me?” Derek says, wheeling. “Just so your idiot friends could have some entertainment? Sorry I—it was just a picture,” he says. “I wouldn’t have bothered you, I—”

“Um,” Stiles says carefully. “I just thought you were on yearbook.”

“Yearbook’s for nerds,” Derek says, staring down at the asphalt so he doesn’t have to look at Stiles’ face.

“Do you want—can I give you a ride home?” Stiles says. “Please?”

(Except it needs approximately 9442505 words I’m not going to write where Stiles is incredibly cute and cool and amazing and unattainable and Derek plays the tuba in the school band.)

Derek ends up climbing into Stiles’ baby-blue jeep, even though he’s 50 percent sure it’s a trap (Stiles is looking at him with big, earnest eyes, honey-brown and hopeful—but Derek knows he’s the darling of the drama club and could probably act convincingly sincere if he needed to.)

“Because I wanted to,” Stiles is saying, and Derek looks sideways at him from where he’s leaning sullenly against the passenger-side window.

“What?”

“I asked you to come tonight because I wanted to.” Stiles reaches down to shift gears, and Derek is fascinated by the movement of his wrist, the confident grip of his fingers. “I wanted you there. Was that not obvious?”

“I…” Derek watches Stiles’ profile openly now, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Okay.” Stiles has one freckle just above the corner of his mouth that Derek knows pretty well; he watches it shift slightly as Stiles’ mouth tenses.

“I can take a hint, though,” Stiles says, cutting his eyes sideways at Derek before returning them to the road. “Scott says I come on too strong. Maybe he’s right. I just thought, we had the whole comics thing in common, so maybe…”

“Wait.” Derek wets his lips nervously and runs a hand through his hair. “You wanted to actually… hang out? To talk about comics?”

“Yes,” Stiles breathes, his grip relaxing on the steering wheel. “Or you know, whatever.”

“You want to be friends with me,” says Derek—and nope, it still sounds crazy.

“I, well. Yeah, friends,” Stiles agrees with a strange-sounding laugh. He spares another quick sideways glance, and yeah, Stiles is a great actor, but Derek really hopes the warmth in his eyes is real.

“Friends,” Derek says, and tries not to ruin it by feeling horribly disappointed.

IT HAS SPAWNED MORE

ALL THE VERSIONS OF THIS STORY

ALL OF THEM GIVE IT

<333333333333333333 I DON’T KNOW WHY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. EXCEPT

IT’S ADORAKABLE DEREK HALE.

I MUST HAVE MOOOOORE.

With Benefits verse

foramomentlikethat — Fri, 12 Oct 2012 12:54:22 -0400

With Benefits verse:

Author: mistyzeo
Pairing: J2
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 27,596
Summary: Jared’s the only sophomore on the Varsity soccer team, so he thinks he’s a little better than dirt, but Jensen Ackles might not agree. But that’s okay, because Jensen Ackles is a first-class douchebag.