Hey, can you update the bets on relationship tag, I want a fic where Derek gets dared to ask out stiles and then Stiles finds out and thinks that was the only reason... you know, but like sterek endgame...
not exactly what you wanted.. but these are bets on relationships
Stiles Stilinski doesn’t do relationships. After several that ended badly, he just doesn’t see the point anymore. But when Derek Hale bets Stiles that he can’t go six months with sleeping with the same person monogamously without falling in love with them, Stiles jumps on that bet. After all, he lives for proving people wrong. However, can he really go the six months of the bet without falling in love with Derek, or will he fall in love anyway?
“Guys, seriously! This is unspeakable,” Stiles turned to glare at Erica. “What the hell?!”
“A bet is a bet,” she said with an evil smile forming is her devil red lips. “What harm can one day do? It’s just a day. At least, I’m not trying to make you run around the campus butt naked while carrying a plastic spear screaming ‘For Sparta!!!’ am I?”
“I’m still having nightmares from that actually,” Scott shuddered at the memory.
“I’m actually a little afraid of Mr. Broody Sourwolfy Alpha.”
“Well, that’s the dare. Won’t change it. Come on. Just pretend that you’re in love with him in so much passion that the whole room would feel the vibrations of your intense flirting!”
“I can’t do that!”
“Fine, just be public with your pretend feelings while Derek’s around,” Lydia suggested. “Tell a pick-up line, say he’s ridiculously handsome or tell him ‘I like you’ or ‘I’m crushing on you so hard’ or something along the lines.”
— In which Stiles lost to a bet and needs to pretend he’s in love with Sourwolf.
“So even when we have the risk to plunge into eternal darkness and peril… you guys just stand there and discuss your love lives?” Peter sighed before adding, “Teenagers.”
Hola, ¿me recuerdas? Solíamos ser amigos, ah claro, hasta que yo cometí un error y gracias a eso, se acabaron dos amistades.
Lo siento tanto, es inútil, pero lo siento mucho.
¿Recuerdas? Nuestra amistad se basaba en confiar el uno en el otro, en expresar exactamente lo que pensábamos sin importar lo que los demás dijeran, de reírnos de los comentarios de doble sentido que soltabamos en el momento menos oportuno, se basada en decirnos “Te amo” en cualquier momento, en frente de cualquier persona. Recuerdo que me decías al oído lo linda que soy, en tus palabras, pero lo decías y yo como siempre terminada enfadada contigo.
Aquellos consejos, abrazos sorpresa, besos inesperados y estupideces, las extraño.
Espero de corazón, que encuentres a una amiga mejor que yo, de seguro ya la tienes. ¿Te hace reír? Seguro que si. ¿Te quiere? Obvio que te debe de querer, como no quererte. ¿Te cela? Eso sí no lo creo, nadie puede ser tan boba para celarte hasta con tu novia.
Te deseo lo mejor, que seas muy feliz. Te amo “Mejor amigo”.
+Ok. (Pasará lo que pasará, se que responderías eso, así fuera en modo de burla.)
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If you had to pick one profession that’s rife with gamblers, the last group of people that would come to mind would probably be scientists. But actually, it turns out that the people we trust with our cancer research and Earth-splitting death lasers are also the most likely to embark on research projects on a bet:Scientists wager all the goddamn time (so much that there’s an entire Wikipedia page devoted to their gambling exploits).
In 1959, physicist Richard Feynman held a talk in which he described a magical future where scientists could shrink computers, medical equipment and all sorts of then-huge things to the size of those mites that live in your eyelashes. Considering that this was an era when computers were the size of a house and ran on whale oil, the predictions sounded somewhat ridiculous. So, Feynman decided to throw down the scientific gauntlet: He bet a cool grand ($8,000 in today’s dollars) that nobody could build a working motor that measured no more than 1/64 of an inch on a side. Just so you don’t have to break out your ruler, that’s about the size of a grain of salt.
Lydia bets Stiles she can get Derek to dance at her wedding. Stiles will take that action. Nobody has ever seen Derek dancing, so he’s gonna be fine. Right?
Thigh High by Hatteress (complete | 763 | Rated E)
Funny. It was supposed to be funny. Seriously, Derek had lost a bet and Erica had been in charge of the stakes which had been awesome because Erica is the bomb at coming up with hilarious embarrassing shit and-