Does anyone else hyperfixate on certain ships to the point where you only want to consume fanfics for that ship because reading others feels like some form of cross contamination. Then you inevitably get tired of that ship and move on to another until you eventually circle back to the original ship?
Sterek and Malec, with a few others sprinkled in between, before I inevitably revert back to my main two ships, usually reading fanfics I’ve read a million times.
Anonymous asked: Why is Tyler Hoechlin so damn beautiful? Don't worry, I realize there is no real answer for this yet I every day I find myself wondering about it.
Right?! Same! So much same, nonnie! Honestly though, how dare he?!
We can start with this, probably my favorite picture of him, because why the fuck not you know? How fucking dare he? Look at all that beautiful. How?!
But he’s also this fucking ball of adorable happy you know?
That open mouthed smile kills me every fucking time, just look at this shit
What a fucking ray of sunshine. But then he does THIS?! And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
Just look at that face. Jfc. So fucking beautiful. But I mean, he’s still beautiful even with a bunch of silicone on his face
And now he’s gone and gotten all beardy and soft and just…
…so fucking beautiful. What the fuck Tyler? And look at the hair in this one (and those insane kaleidoscope eyes, and the grey in his beard, and…)
But he’s just as beautiful clean shaven
He’s not really giving us much of a chance, is he? To catch our breath, to live. But it’s okay, nonnie, it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay. Right? Right? Please say we’ll be okay, I don’t know if I can take this much longer.
Sterek crack!AU: Stiles and Derek get caught “making out” in a car. The Sheriff could totally let it slip if earlier that day Stiles didn’t swore that he was absolutely not dating Derek Hale.
Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.
“You’re awake,” Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. “You’re okay. You’re awake.”
It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.
“This was a bad idea,” Derek sighs into his hair. “I’m not helping.”
“You are,” Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. “Please, just— Don’t leave.”
His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.
STEREK TILL NO END!
