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Ooooh I like the new tumblr.

[rpboxmemes]

valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

[catomidiare]

[ackermarvel]

[deep-sexts]

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ourtokyohearts‌:

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Derek let Stiles ramble, highly amused. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure,” he shrugged. “Or sent Erica to tell you the efforts were appreciated, for that matter. What can I say? This job can get a little monotonous. It was a refreshing change.” He had a feeling “refreshing change” was a phrase often applied to the younger male.

“So… something with a buffet would be the best choice?” he suggested. “I’m supposed to be off in about an hour if you want to meet back here then?”

“I like buffets. And yes. Yes, I can meet you back here.”

Stiles knew his smile was probably huge and dorky, but wow. He was about to go on a date with Derek the tall, strong, and sexy security officer. How had his life ended up here??

“I hope that you’ll continue to see me as a refreshing change, then! And I should...y’know...”

Stiles took a step back, awkwardly motioning to the door. 

“I need to change into something nicer than this.”

He ducked his head and turned to walk away, but he couldn’t help but stop and look at Derek over his shoulder as he ran a hand over his butt before he quickly ran out of the museum.

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ourtokyohearts‌:

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Lydia rolled her eyes. “This is painful to watch. I’ll meet you at the car,” she said, patting Stiles on the arm.

Derek was chuckling by the times Stiles stopped rambling. He nodded politely to Lydia as she left.

He turned back to the young man in front of him. “So, does Mr Single-Gay-and-Downfordinner have a favorite food? Or a name that’s a bit less of a mouthful?” he asked, eyes still dancing in amusement.

Originally posted by mona-stay

"Actually, no. My real name is even more of a mouthful than that.”

He watched Lydia go with a mental note to buy her something very nice later on.

“But I go by Stiles. And you’re Derek. The guy that has been watching me grope myself on camera for the past hour. Wow. And you actually want to take me to dinner?”

He laughed, blushing slightly and covering his face with his hands. “Shit. That’s a lot. Are you sure?!”

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ourtokyohearts‌:

The security guard - Derek, according his nameplate - was silent for a long moment, holding his stern expression.

“Kill me now,” Lydia muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. She could swear she saw the guard’s - Derek’s - lips twitch at that.

“It was certainly one of the more… interesting… afternoons I’ve had on the job,” Derek admitted finally. “Although, after that performance, I almost feel like I should be buying you dinner, at the very least,” he added, posture relaxing and a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“Your girlfriend, too, of course.” This last was added as an afterthought, green eyes flicking to Lydia even as the redhead shook her head in vehement denial.

Originally posted by cainael

“Girlfriend?”

Stiles squeaked, still trying to catch up with the words that the god before him was saying. 

“Oh! No! She is just my friend. I am single. Very single. Sooo single. And so gay! I mean...if that helps.”

Stiles clamped his jaw shut in order to stop his rambling. He had been all confidence and sexy enthusiasm until actually confronted by the security officer that apparently liked what he had.

“So! Dinner? I am so down for that. Like, so down you don’t even know!”

Clamping his jaw shut again, he blushed deep red and nodded slightly.

[toboldlywrite]

PSA: if you ever see me do a tag and I say “tagging whoever wants to do it,” and you think “she probably doesn’t mean me, though.” I do. I mean you. Say I tagged you. I want to read your stuff, I promise. Tagging people just takes Energy that I don’t always have and am not always sure who wants to be tagged. But please, if you ever see me do a game, and you think “wow I want to do that!” Even if I do tag other people, just do it. Say I tagged you. I will not mind, in fact, I will be happy to see your stuff. Ok? Good. That is all. Carry on.

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ourtokyohearts‌:

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The first few times it happened, Lydia tried to physically pull Stiles past the cameras faster, certain they were going to be escorted out any minute. Not that it worked, of course. In fact, it only seemed to spur him on to try even more ludicrous things.

By the time they headed for the exit, she had long since resigned herself to letting him have his fun and just never showing her face in this museum ever again. And maybe convincing her mom to make a sizable donation to ease her guilty conscience.

They’d almost reached the exit when she stopped dead in her tracks. A (gorgeous, but that was irrelevant) man wearing a tag that identified him as the chief if security had stepped between them and the door, arms crossed and a dark eyebrow raised, a incongruous smirk tipping the corners of his lips.

Originally posted by sprayberrysberry

“Oh, fuck me. I mean...huh?”

Stiles had not expected that to be the security that was watching him. A middle-aged, slightly balding man maybe. Or a young woman, looking to make some extra money before she entered the military. But a fucking Abercrombie model with perfect stubble and muscle and eyes that Stiles wanted to swim in? Definitely not.

“Well. I take it you saw my show.”

Stiles tried to keep a brave face, raising his chin and planting his hands on his hips. 

“Now I know I’m no exotic dancer, but hopefully it was good enough to pass the time for you.”

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ourtokyohearts‌:

Originally posted by rememberingteenwolf

Lydia could do little more than stare open-mouthed in mortified horror at the sharply dressed blonde that greeted them when the doors opened. By the time she realized her mouth was hanging open and snapped it closed with a soft pop, the museum staffer had turned and walked off, heels clicking across the tiles.

To make matters worse, her best friend apparently found the whole thing completely hilarious, drawing even more attention with his loud laughter. “Hate you so much right now,” she grumbled as Stiles clung to her.

She never could stay mad at him for long, though, and this was no exception. His laugh was infectious, even in the worst of situations. “On the up side, sounds like you made some fans in security,” she teased, lips twitching with a barely contained giggle.

Stiles couldn’t remember ever feeling so embarrassed. His whole body burned with blush and he covered his face with his hands as he let out a soft squeal. 

“Lydia, oh my god. That was just...wow.” 

Laughing still, he tugged her out onto the floor of the museum to look at the art work. But after thirty minutes he was still blushing deeply and he decided, why not embrace it? Two could play at this game.

When he could, he would look up at a camera and wink, exaggerating his movements and trying his best to be “seductive”. He did it every time they passed a camera and by the time Lydia finally dragged him out he was still laughing uncontrollably. 

[shitpostingsterek]

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ourtokyohearts‌:

Originally posted by elxzabethcooper

“What are you-”

That was as Lydia got before Stiles started his little “performance”. She might not know if anyone monitored the camera, but on the off chance that they did, she was pretty she was going to die of secondhand embarrassment. Why was this her life? They’d faced a pack of alphas, kanimas, a nogitsune, berserkers, wendigo, even the Wild Hunt, and it would be embarrassment on behalf of her best friend that caused her demise. Great.

“What are you doing? You’re going to get us kicked out!” she practically screeched. Not that it seemed to have any effect. “Would. You. Please. STOP!” Each word was punctuated with a smack of her clutch purse hitting his shoulder, arm, back, anything she could reach. “Oh my God, why are you like this????” she lamented, not really expecting an answer.

“We are not going to get kicked out! I really doubt that anyone is watching us!”

Stiles laughed and tried to avoid any more slaps from Lydia’s clutch. He did stop dancing, but blew a kiss at the camera as the elevator dinged to signal they had reached their floor.

As the door opened, Stiles wasn’t surprised to find a woman waiting there. But he was a bit shocked when he realized she was a museum employee, judging by her pencil skirt and matching blazer and the headset around her ear. 

“My friends in security asked me to come up here and tell you that they received your message and they like what you’ve got.”

She gave a wink and a little flirty wave before she turned to head off.

Stiles was staring in shock and he felt a full-body blush hitting him. 

“Lydia...” He choked out. His face was burning red and he clutched onto her as he laughed out loudly. “Oh my god!”

[cystalreeds]

Best of Teen Wolf ➤ 123/???

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@ourtokyohearts

Lydia had dragged Stiles out shopping far more often than he would have liked. So it was only fair that he dragged her to art museums in return. From well known artists to others trying to get their work out, Stiles always tried attending as many galleries and showings as he could.

Besides, they sometimes had champagne and snacks and who was he to turn down free things?

As he followed Lydia into an elevator, he blinked up at the rather conspicuous camera in the corner. It was big and domed and Stiles tilted his head in thought.

“Hey. With so much art in this museum, do you think the security guards ever look at the elevator?”

[ourtokyohearts]

Lydia wasn’t about to admit that she secretly enjoyed these museum outings. It always made her heart sing to see her best friend completely and freely enjoying himself. But it was part of the way they worked. Stiles pretended to loathe the shopping trips even though she knew he secretly enjoyed them, just as she pretended to hate the museum trips, always claiming she only allowed herself to be dragged along for the champagne.

She pursed her lips in thought, glancing up at the camera. “I’m sure they do. I mean, if nobody ever watches them, what’s the point in having them, right?” She, of course, had no idea if they did or not, but she wasn’t about to admit that, even to Stiles.

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“I bet they don’t.”

With a wink and a finger gun toward the camera, Stiles started humming a little tune and dancing along. His hips were totally uncoordinated and movements random, but all directed at the camera. 

Stiles gave his absolute best bedroom eyes and slowly licked his lip as his fingers circled his nipple through his t-shirt. He thrust his hips slightly and rocked them, still rubbing at his chest and making obscene faces up at the dome above them.

[juansendizon]

“Healing from trauma is understanding that the war is over even if you can never again remove your armor.”

— Juansen Dizon

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@ourtokyohearts

Lydia had dragged Stiles out shopping far more often than he would have liked. So it was only fair that he dragged her to art museums in return. From well known artists to others trying to get their work out, Stiles always tried attending as many galleries and showings as he could.

Besides, they sometimes had champagne and snacks and who was he to turn down free things?

As he followed Lydia into an elevator, he blinked up at the rather conspicuous camera in the corner. It was big and domed and Stiles tilted his head in thought.

"Hey. With so much art in this museum, do you think the security guards ever look at the elevator?"