#quietstrxngth

[nottobecrossed]

Just gonna leave this here too. Interpret as you will ;)

[adderallandimagination]

"Hey, Hey. Make room, you two."

Because obviously Scott's not so large bed totally needed a few more limbs. Stiles kicks off his shoes and does his best to fill the miniscule gap against Derek's back, kicking a leg over his and Scott's legs.

[adderallandimagination]

quietstrxngth

[text] What does a nosey pepper do? Get jalapeño business.

[adderallandimagination]

It starts with an intense need for wifi and to know what exactly led Mark David Chapman to go apeshit on John Lennon. Because it's ass o'clock in the morning and Stiles hasn't slept, but that's totally fine. It's totally okay. Seriously. He sees the guy with the glasses and the hair and the eyes (dude he's so tired all of these things may as well be the exploration of a new world) and he's pretty sure he's hallucinating because the librarian was like 112 years old and hated him with the fury of a thousand suns.

He's going to go ask, but gets sidetracked by Mark David Chapman and John Wilkes Booth and the fact that the Edwin Booth saved Robert Todd Lincoln's life, and the next thing Stiles knows, it's noon and he's going to die if he doesn't eat.

So maybe he blasts 'Stacy's Mom' while he checks out the book, and the librarian who has a pretty good estimation of the old librarian's hate face going on.

He's a one and done kind of guy. Except for the fact that he's in the library a couple of days later (why the hell didn't he know that the internet was fucking full of the chemical make up of the drugs used to create Zombis in Haiti?) that his whole world gets turned upside down. Because the new hot librarian smiles and the universe implodes.

Okay, so maybe just Stiles' libido/emotions/lizard brain implodes, but jesus christ that smile is incredible. Which is why he checks out a book and skims it through the night, returning it first thing in the morning with a note tucked in the cover.

There once was a grad student named Stiles

Who had traveled a whole lot of miles

To learn about history, old and new

And totally didn't expect a hot ass librarian like you

[adderallandimagination]

quietstrxngth answered:

[text] Sorry I missed your call, and sorry about your dad.

[text] Probably just needs to process?

[text] Where are you? I’m coming, so wherever you are, stay there.

[text] don't

[text] just don't

[text] and I sincerely doubt you want to be where I am right now

[adderallandimagination]

ϡ

Derek kisses like he does everything else. With an air of restraint. Never like someone leaning on the edge of their chain, but always like a man handling a baby, or an egg. Something infinitely fragile to be wary of. There are times that Stiles hates it. That he'll rail against Derek's restraint with single minded determination, sawing away with husky words and risque pictures.

But there are moments like this, when it's the calm before the storm and the world is coming down around their ears, and Stiles is thankful for the kindness and fragility in the brushes of lips across his skin. He's not a real person, and maybe he never will be again.

Yet when Derek's lips press against the line of his shoulder, he almost feels whole again.

[lilmisslydiamartin]

{Goes to you and kisses you long and hard. Deepening the kiss and nipping at your bottom lip. Cupping your rear gently and slowly releasing you and walks away whistling} Pass this to 10 other people on your dash

Lydia’s eyes go wide before she slaps him across the face.  ”Touch me again, and I’ll break your skull.”