I came back! (Impossible not to do it, I love this blog) I wanted to know if there was a tag for Derek obsessed with hearing the rhythm of Stiles' heartbeat, maybe? And if there is, maybe you can update it, please?
Standing under the dim lights with Derek’s solid body pressed against his back and feeling the bass rock his body, Stiles knew that he could put a memory to every song the band was going to play that night.
Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek’s relationship is mostly defined by All Time Low songs.
“The sound of your heart assures me that you’re alive. That you’re nearby. That you’re still here. That you haven’t left.”
The Trials and Hardships of a Sarcastic Gay Teenage Emissary by rachelrose (6/6 | 4,351 | NC17)
Okay, maybe Stiles isn’t gay. But he’s definitely something.
If one thing’s for sure, Stiles is definitely lonely. He’s tired of being the only virgin in their group of friends, though surpassing all of them in the way of intellect and maturity (most of the time). Stiles has looked for love everywhere. He’s tried online dating, he’s tried clubs outside of Beacon Hills, hell, he’s looked to the mountains and the rooftops.
Stiles needs to get Stiles laid. Stiles needs to get Stiles laid very soon, many times. Many times in a row, in many different places. Hell - even with many different people, in many different situations.
So, when Stiles finds Derek climbing in through his window late one night after a pack meeting, what is he to do?
“Please don’t kill me for this…”
Or the obligatory porn piece where Stiles and Derek eventually fuck.
Stiles is kidnapped. Again. Derek is going out of his freaking mind, and there’s some romantic stuff about heartbeats. Based (loosely) off of JT’s song Blue Ocean Floor.