I have the BIGGEST soft spot for domestic/kid fics (totally babycrazy lately, I think my biological clock is ticking lol), and an equally soft spot for Stackson ;) so this was a pleasure to fill. Enjoy bb! -Emmy
Derek quirked an eyebrow up as he looked down at Stiles, who put a
finger to his lips to silence him, before gesturing to the bathroom
“Corn pops. Apple. Cheese string. Sandwich. Pickle chips. Cupcakes,” Dylan groaned again from the bathroom. “Everything.”
Derek was smiling with Stiles too, by this point.
with two kids under 6 was a sure way to keep Derek and Stiles on their
toes. But they’ve gotten so good at this whole parenting thing, why not
try for another one? Especially when one was very vocal about their
discomfort while on the toilet, and the other went around stealing
electronic devices on the daily.
“He was a thin, shorter guy, with short brown hair that
had a slight curl to it. His eyes were dark brown, and with one look at
Derek’s glare, he became clearly terrified. Derek could smell it too,
from the moment he opened the door.
‘What?’ Derek choked back a growl.
kid’s throat bobbed up and down. ‘Hi, uh, Mr. Hale. I’m here to pick up
Laura.’ He swallowed again, fear making his voice crack.”
Derek wasn’t going to enjoy this. I mean, what Dad wouldn’t be a little on-edge during his daughter’s first date?
Well, Stiles, for one. But that is because he is a little shit. A little shit with a plan.
Derek and Stiles experience their children’s first
words, steps, smiles, hugs, and the joys of feeding a baby solids for
the first time.
Alternatively Titled: The Author Was
Really Unhappy - Though Not At All Surprised - About Recent
Cast-Decisions In Canon And Decided To Drown Her Shipper-Sorrows In
Family-Fluff-Feels Instead Because She Could.
Coming back to the moment, the guy says, “So, you got a
plan for all your canning? A big family, or lots of friends and
“Not really,” Derek says wryly. “It’s a … new
hobby, I guess, and I got a little carried away.” A little, he thinks,
that’s a laugh. Hugely carried away, is more like it. “I have way, way
more than I know what to do with.”
“Happens,” the guy says,
smiling into his eyes. Derek’s heart skips a beat as the eye contact
lasts a second longer than it maybe should. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he
says, holding out a hand.
Derek shakes his hand, has to remind himself to let go. “Derek,” he answers, and feels his ears warm up.
A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two
biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning
lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right
there in front of the stupid fountain.
If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.
Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from
where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck
from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary
tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold.
He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she
Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s
protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he
isn’t used to sharing.
If someone had told him when he was sixteen and dating Lydia Martin that
he’d be married and mated to Stiles Stilinski he would’ve thought them
crazy while also in all honesty wishing it to come true but never daring
to think it really.
They sit quietly for a while and Roscoe wonders what is going on with Duke, usually he’s insulting him by now. “What’s up?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” “Nothing!” “Something is definitely stuck in your tailpipe, you’re looking a little more pinched than usual.” “I said it was nothing, leave it.” “Nope. Coooooommmmeee oooonnnnnn! Tell uncle Roscoe what’s the matter.” “Shut up! How is it that you can be every bit as annoying as your owner?” “The same way that you can be every bit as arrogant, now out with it.” “Jackson did something. Something weird.“
When Stiles shows up unexpectedly on Jackson’s doorstep in London,
Jackson has to protect him from his pack and blurts out the first thing
he thinks of: that Stiles is his ex-boyfriend. When Stiles explains why
he’s there, the two find themselves embroiled in a plot to save each
other’s lives, and in the process of making it through alive, maybe
they’ll find out they aren’t lying about how involved they actually are.
hey guys! do you know of a fic where dan is a merman who gets kidnapped and taken to an aquariam at a young age, phil goes to the aquariam and meets him there. phils really in love with the ocean and stuff and keeps coming back, things get loads worse for dan and he's forced to do trick shows and stuff its really awful- it ends with him going back to the ocean, thanks!
Flotsam - Dan is a ten year old merman who has been cruelly ripped away from his home and family to be put on display in a far from adequate tank. Phil is a ten year old boy who is obsessed with merpeople and thinks it’s a dream come true when the local aquarium rescues one from the English coast. However, things aren’t quite as they seem and ,as the two grow up together and get closer, Phil discovers the truth and becomes disenchanted. Dan has to struggle to survive while Phil endeavours to save his friend from a miserable, humiliating life performing himself to a premature death.
Hi I've been looking around for a fic with the pack playing baseball and I can't seem to fine any I was wondering if you know of any
Could you maybe update the Sports tag? If it’s baseball better!
UGH the pics from Everybody Wants Some and Undrafted are making me SO thirsty for Baseball Player!Derek. These couldn’t have come at a better time. This list is a mix of the pack playing baseball and Baseball Player Aus, Batter up! -Emmy <3
Written for Holly, who won one of my Sterek Campaign
fics. Her request was “Sterek and baseball. Canon, not AU. Bonus for
cheesy innuendos and the appearance of the San Francisco Giants.”
Chapter 2 has the second bonus.
From the sidelines, Derek waved a hand. “You sure you want to pitch, Stiles? It doesn’t seem like your position.” “I’m pretty flexible actually,” smirked Stiles. “But, I mean, as fun as catching can be, I’d rather pitch as a general rule.” “Are we still talking about baseball?” Isaac rolled his eyes. Stiles flashed him a grin. “Everyone handles balls a little differently, pup.” “Oh my god,” muttered Erica.
They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity
of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but
Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with
someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did
spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you
meant fucking him into the mattress.
Stiles enjoys ogling the very handsome shortstop of the
varsity team while in class. One day, when he cannot have the seat he
prefers to watch the baseball diamond, he starts a conversation on his
desk (including cartoon characters and eventually sharing secrets).
Stiles’ first meeting with the hot shortstop - crowd darling Derek Hale
- doesn’t go well. When Hale turns out to be Stiles’ desk pen pal, will
they be able to move past first impressions?
Loosely based on Everyone Wants Some. Stiles thought College was going
to be a hundred times better than High School, especially after winning a
baseball scholarship. It was a shame that he’d forgotten about his
hidden talent of pissing off everyone he meets, especially a certain
green-eyed team mate.
Stiles was just an average kid who had moved to Beacon
Hills from San Francisco. He had no intention of fitting in to Beacon
Hills, but a neighbor kid dragged him along to play baseball at an empty
sandlot. Derek Hale ends up teaching Stiles a lot about both baseball
and life.A Sandlot AU for Teen Wolf. I wanted one and I couldn’t find any so here :)
New York Mets shortstop Derek Hale was riding the high of being his
team’s hero on Opening Day, only to have it come crashing down the very
next day when pictures leak of him acting more than friendly with his
roommate Stiles Stilinski. Now, not only is Derek outed before he
wanted, but he’s also a target for more harassment and suddenly single
after accusations fly over how the media caught wind of his secret
relationship. And he’d thought his biggest issue during the season would
be questions over a rumored contract extension and impending free
Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale
siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in
the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep
Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his
skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia
Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship
grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.
Stiles figured his first year of college would involve lots of studying,
friends, and warming the bench on the ball field. He never figured he
would be thrown behind the plate to catch the legendary ace pitcher
Derek Hale. Now Stiles is just trying to survive the season and figure
out what Derek is hiding.
Imagine Person A being picked up and beaten-up by somebody. Person B sees this, runs up to the bully, and kicks/punches the bully in a soft spot. The bully drops Person A, and Person B catches Person A and runs before the bully can recover.
When Harry and Draco, as Auror partners, run into a potions accident,
Harry assumes he’ll be lucky like he’s always been…but when the burn
begins, he discovers that things have changed, including his luck.
Anon request: Jensen x Reader (She’s an actress) Where they are co-workers and friends with benefits. Takes place in season one were they boys were younger. Jensen loves to mess with the reader because he loves how cute she looks when she gets mad. They casually fuck in his trailer.
A/N: Guys, I’ve had this request on my list of ‘to do’ for such a long time. Thank @waywardlullabies who practically made me write this lol It’s not 10k but it’s something wifey. It’s also my entry for @one-shots-supernatural spn hiatus challenge. The prompt is, “I was being sarcastic.”Hope y’all like and feedback is always very appreciated it ♥
Disclaimer: No hate on Danneel.
THANK YOU FOR READING & ENJOY♥
“Action!” Bob shouted.
“Dean, you need to go!” You yelled at Jensen.
Jensen shaked his head, gratefully faking being hurt. He didn’t move, his body stayed in the middle of your front door. You inhaled, thinking on the worst thing that would happen to get your eyes filled with water.
“I can’t.” Jensen sobbed.
“Why not?” You sighed, faking a decent amount of frustration.
“Because,” Jensen got closer to you, flirting with his young green eyes. “You’re my hot mama.”
Of course you would have be able to resist the hysterical laugh building up your throat. If you were an alien or a human without sense of humor. The loudest snort came out seconds before a hysterical laughter came through. Your body bend over, stomach starting to hurt. This was the ten time Jensen was able to make you crack out of character. It’s certainly not the last one of today.
I think it’s time for me to admit something to you all. It’s time to come clean.
Last year, on January 1st, 2015, I heard about a writing challenge that sounded right up my alley: 365k/365day. The idea is to write 1,000 words a day for all 365 days of the year. During National Novel Writing Month, I typically write 2k a day, and while that gets exhausting as the month goes on, I thought for sure I could do half that every day for a year. It didn’t seem that bad, and it would be good for me besides. My pattern over the years for writing has been that November’s NaNo is when most of the year’s writing occurred–60k each of the 10 years I’ve participated–and minor dabbling the rest of the year–maybe 10k total. December to March were traditionally dead months. I’ve never felt good about the habits. Watching friends, family, and fellow writers blow through their goals with ease, turning out drafts and chapters one after another throughout the year–even watching my sister churning through 3, 4, sometimes 25 posts in her writing roleplays per day–made me feel hopeless, like a fraud to the name of writer.
365k/365day was going to get me into the habit of writing every day. I wanted drafts to work with for contests; I wanted to feel like I was really doing this writing thing I claimed so vehemently as part of my identity. I even opened a little personal blog to post my progress and some of the writing. It was a smashing success. Despite not reaching the goal, I wrote 81% of that 365k (297,252), and only failed to write 25% of the year (93 days). It’s more than 200k more words, and more than 50% more of the year. Two stories I wrote that year won contests; I write three tie-in stories for the Moonwater Series; and three other unrelated stories; plus the NaNo novel. It was great! I was setting aside an hour and a half of my evenings to do nothing but write. I wrote stories that reflected me and dredged up ideas I’d never felt I’d done justice to; I wrote with wild abandon whatever came to me. I cultivated the ability to drop into a writing trance whenever I wanted to. It was glorious.
This year, I have written exactly nothing.
Aside from the 78,419 words (or so) I’ve written on this blog in the form of advice and answering questions, I have completed no prose. I started one story four times before setting it aside; I tried to continue a different story, making it as far as 300 words before leaving it purposefully forgotten under some paperwork. I have been given prompts and ideas, encouragement and deadlines–all the things which stimulated me over the past year. I have written nothing this year. I am poised on the edge of becoming a municipal liaison for NaNo in my area, and I have not a completed work to my name this whole year. I have given hope and help to fellow writers and to friends while I face a blank page that never grows a single word. I’ve even decided I’ll have to trash the 60k from last November, entirely restructure it, and try the whole thing again.
My legacy so far this year is zero.
I can’t say I’m content with any of this. I gave up for good on lying years ago. I know it’s okay–that these things happen and it’ll come back to me–because it always is. But shouldn’t someone giving advice on something actually do the thing they give advice on? I’m not complaining, nor looking for sympathy. I know what I am. It’s never been in doubt. I’m creatively frustrated.
I’m not going to document my struggle to get writing again, but to all those out there who are facing similar situations, do one thing with me. Repeat after me:
I am not lost. I have the power of worlds inside me, ink in my veins screams on my tongue truth in my heart. This story is mine.
I am not lost. I speak with the voices of others do with others’ hands breathe with others’ lungs see with others’ eyes. I am not lost.
This story is mine. Mine to claim mine to tell mine alone, and I am not lost.
Description: The first time Sherlock kisses him, John keeps his eyes open, and so does Sherlock, and mostly, he wonders what Sherlock could possibly be up to. There’ll be some logic to this. Some ridiculous experiment about body warmth or respiratory rates or testing a new way of picking pockets. Sherlock does the unimaginable for bizarre reasons, but behind it, there’s always logic and curiosity. Sometimes, it just takes him a while to explain it to John.
Review: Sherlock just starts randomly kissing John and John lets him. Really sweet and I enjoyed the end part where John sits Sherlock down and makes him explain.