and the way kate is looking at him

Does anyone ever think about the fact that after everything with Kate, maybe Derek goes to New York with the decision to never to be hurt that way by anyone again. Not the losing his family part, because how could he ever lose so much again, right? (Right? I’m not crying at all!) So he gets a part-time job as a grocery bagger or something, because he is young and most places won’t hire him halfway through the year. And he works after school to bring in a few bucks so that Laura’s eyes won’t be quite so pinched now that she has gotten her GED and began working to make ends meet for them in a very expensive city. After work, she then spends sometimes hours on the phone and emailing lawyers who are still trying to get all of the paperwork straight. So yeah, Derek  works to help Laura.

But then some lady at the store gives him that look. Like Kate. Her eyes are interested, and her grin is predatory, and he just knows she wants him. So he thinks to himself if he initiates it, maybe it won’t leave him feeling so wrong. So he does. And it becomes a thing. He flirts with anyone who shows him interest as he bags their groceries and “helps them to their car” even though they never need help.

From there maybe it just becomes a way of survival. As he gets older, it seems like more women want to sleep with him. He’s filling out, thanks to all of the runs he’s going on after work and thanks to the workouts he’s pushing his body through every morning. Because he has to be strong enough. He has to be bigger. He doesn’t want anyone to think they can hold him down or force him.

He learns how to play the game. One day he mentions something about that to a coworker (now working at a bar mixing drinks because someone had once told him he would make great money in tips) but his coworker didn’t think of sex as a game. Derek knew better. Maybe it wasn’t for some people, but he would never be able to trust someone in that way again, so he had to strike first before an opponent could.

One day a man at the bar looks at him just right, and Derek just thinks Oh. He’s never focused on men before, but he’s noticed them in passing. So he goes to the guy’s apartment after his shift and they sleep together. Derek pretends he’s done this before, even though he’s mostly relying on his sense of smell and hearing to tell if the guy is into different things he tries. And after that, Derek flirts with anyone he feels he has to.

So fast forward to Stiles. Stiles who is home from college after his second year has finished to make room for summer break. Stiles who means so much and is so good even when he’s an asshole. Stiles who leans in one day after a pack dinner, when he and Derek have finished cleaning up after everyone else has gone home. Stiles kisses him gently, at first, almost hesitantly. But when Derek doesn’t push him away, he presses in more firmly and suddenly Derek realizes where this is going to go. And it kind of makes him sad.

He lets Stiles slip his shirt off and push him back onto his bed. Stiles crawls on top of him and Derek begins pulling their hips together in a slow and sinuous way. But Stiles doesn’t react like any man Derek’s been with before–which really shouldn’t be as much of a surprise as it is. Yes, Stiles lets out a little moan, but it doesn’t break Stiles away from Derek’s mouth, where his tongue is doing things to Derek that he can’t explain. And his hands after trapping Derek’s face, but not like he’s trying to contain Derek, more like he’s holding something precious. His thumbs keep swiping across Derek’s eyebrows, like he’s memorizing their shape.

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A very long time ago @jennthereaper and @simplyn2deep both sent me this prompt, and I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, but the other day I was finally inspired to take a stab at it. I hope you enjoy!

From The Way You Said “I Love You” 

#26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Please, Derek, please, I–“ Stiles chokes back the beginnings of tears and clutches harder at the sleeve of Derek’s jacket. He’s on his knees, having tripped in his scramble to get to Derek from the other side of the loft. “I love you, okay? And I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, I’ve been a coward about this whole thing, but I love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do, and I need you not to leave like this, fuck, Derek, please don’t do this.”

Derek stares down at him for a long time, heart clenched in his throat.

And then he looks up at where the other Stiles is pursing his lips in a hard frown as he watches the scene.

“It isn’t real?” Derek asks for the hundredth time since the other Stiles, the real Stiles, showed up in this apparent dreamscape.

Stiles shakes his head stiffly.

The Stiles on the floor is still pleading with him around tears, but the noises of his despair are starting to fade, as if Derek were now hearing him from a distance. Even his heartbeat, a sound that Derek has been clinging to as an anchor for what feels like forever, begins to disappear.

Derek swallows and steels himself against feeling anything more than determination to get through this newest mess.

“What now?” he asks, tone clinical and firm.

Stiles answers him in a similar tone, his expression betraying nothing about what’s going on in his own head. A far cry from the Stiles that Derek first met a couple years ago, terrified and mouthy and young. “Now you wake up.”

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Seventh set of ten Sterek fic recs…I know I’m behind! I’ll do another one soon. 

drunk, stoned, or stupid | allhalethekings ( @hales-republic ) | 3,666 | Gen | 2017-09-19

Derek doesn’t even know when Stiles went from someone he once considered an ally to someone he goes to lunch with on a regular basis to someone who was able to look at Derek and just know him. Somewhere between all the supernatural threats and complicated relationship drama in the pack, Stiles figured out a way to tear down the brick walls Derek had put up after Kate. And Derek didn’t stop him – hadn’t even wanted to.

Somehow, Stiles had graduated from a casual friend to his best friend to the-boy-Derek-shall-forever-pine-after-because-he’s-a-chicken-shit.


The Boy Who Drew Wolves | dr_girlfriend ( @drgrlfriend ) | 5,863 | Teen | 2017-09-19

“Once upon a time,” Stiles began, and Thomas sighed happily, resting his cheek in the hollow of Stiles’ shoulder. “There was a gangly, clumsy, freckle-faced young boy, and a beautiful, majestic wolf —”

“You mean, there was a beautiful, brilliant, amber-eyed boy, and a half-starved, mangy-looking wolf,” a voice interrupted. “It looks like I made it just in time, huh?” Derek said with a conspiratorial smirk at Thomas. “Gotta make sure you tell it right.”

“Yeah, Daddy!” Thomas parroted. “Tell it right!”

“Okay, okay,” Stiles sighed, settling his arm across Thomas with his hand resting on his husband’s waist, thumb drawing an absent-minded little circle. “Once upon a time, there was a probably-going-to-grow-into-his-looks-just-fine young boy, and a very lonely wolf…”


Take Another Little Pizza My Heart | distortedreality ( @triskelesandpixels ) | 3,224 | Teen | 2017-09-18

Stiles decides the best way to woo his Dream Guy, aka Manager ‘resting bitch face’ Derek, is through insubordination and food puns. It goes as well as could be expected.


That Infamous Middle Ground | @LadyDrace | 6,872 | Teen | 2017-09-18

Stiles is the spark that can get shit done when others can’t. Talia is President of the United States.

And Derek? Gets kidnapped.

It’s a lot more complicated than that, however.


Survival of the Species | @Lissadiane | 19,370 | Explicit | 2017-09-06

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.
*
In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.


Even Werewolves Get the Blues… and Yellows | @Cobrilee | 1,379 | Gen | 2017-09-12

Derek gets an impromptu makeover, Stiles gets some mileage out of it, and they both get a happy ending. (Not that kind. Get your minds out of the gutter.)


Awkward | dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire ) | 1,261 | Teen | 2017-09-07

What happens when two dudes have a crush on each other, but they’re both super awkward?


Overslept | mikkimouse ( @mad-madam-m ) | 707 | Teen | 2017-09-09

“You okay, kid?” his dad’s voice said.

Stiles wiped a hand over his heavy eyes. “Yeah, fine, why?”

“Because your shift started an hour ago and you didn’t call in.”


loyalty. courage. integrity. | @redhoodedwolf | 707 | Gen | 2017-07-31

“Derek what the fuck!”

“Hard first day?” Derek guessed. He pushed himself forward and extended a hand towards Stiles. “You can vent, I have time to listen.”


Single Parent, Multiple Problems | @hoosierbitch | 4,701 | Teen | 2014-01-3

Derek tries really hard to do the right thing, Stiles thinks Derek’s idea of the right thing is the wrong thing, and John does his best to help.

"Is, uh–is Stiles home?” Hale is staring at the ground and his shoulders are so tense that John’s tempted to say ‘Boo!’ just to see what’ll happen.

STEREK FIC REC POST

i’ve hit another hundred followers on my twitter account @getsteREKT so once again im posting another fic rec post!

as always these fics will be of all tropes so be sure to read the warnings and tags of all fics you wish to read to make sure each fic IS for you. x

my personal favourites will be marked with a **

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i’ll always choose you (even when i’m drunk) by trilliastra

He looks at his hand curiously, he’s always had a ring? He can’t remember.

“Yeah.” The guy comes back into the bedroom, helps Stiles sit up and drink some water. “It’s your wedding ring.”

“I’m married?” He yells, making the guy flinch. “I’m married!” He looks between his ring and the guy with pretty eyes in front of him. Oh, no. “I’m married.” He repeats, sadly. He doesn’t want to be married!

“Are you – crying?” The guy asks, reaches out to touch Stiles’ face.

“I don’t wanna be married!” He cries out. “I wanna marry you.”

WORDS: 794

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

BYOP by   dragon_temeraire ***

Stiles helps Derek revive a family tradition.

WORDS: 2003

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and up

WARNINGS: None

Second Chances by  rootbeer ****

“A lot of times the ‘markings’ were common, simple things you said to strangers all the time. ‘Excuse me’; 'thank you’; 'hello’. Some got extremely romantic things like 'it’s you isn’t it? I’ve been waiting for you’ or 'Wow you’re really pretty’. And they were always the first words their soulmate would ever say to them.

Of course, having 'You are the fucking worst kind of person in the world’ tattooed down your side, didn’t bode well. How fucked up was Stiles Stilinski that even his fucking Soulmate hated him? High School had been a special kind of hell when all the kids learned what his tattoo said—despite his best efforts to keep it a secret.”

WORDS: 2624

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: None

Oops by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Derek was the one that brought Stiles dinner when he knew Stiles had forgotten, and Derek was the one that massaged Stiles’ feet when he was stressed. When they watched a movie, Stiles snuggled up against him, and Stiles trusted Derek enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. When Stiles woke up in the middle of the night screaming, Derek was the one that held until he fell back asleep, and in return, Stiles would help him count his fingers when Derek wasn’t sure if he was awake.

Derek and Stiles were just friends. Oops?

WORDS: 2852

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: None

Just a Hobby by kaistrex (weishen)

Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the supernatural and the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

WORDS: 3014

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen And Up

WARNINGS: none

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur by tiedtogetherwithadagger

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.

WORDS: 3728

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: General

WARNINGS: none

So Color Me Green With Disgust (or maybe with envy) by lapsus_calami

Derek’s as straight as a ruler and he’s totally okay with that. He’s also okay with Stiles being as straight as a bendable squiggly straw. Or at least he thought he was. Recent events have him wondering if he’s secretly some sort of homophobe, and it’s seriously starting to affect his and Stiles’ relationship in a bad way.

WORDS: 3828

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Coaches Cupcake Coffee House by  ChildOfTheRevolution

Danny looked at him as if he were crazy, ‘It means he wants to ride the dick Stiles.’ He said slowly, as if talking to the mentally insane.

‘Ride the dick, my dick?’ Stiles asked weakly.

‘Figuratively speaking of course, Derek looks more like a topper to me. And you, my friend, are a twink of the most twinkiest standards, but I’m not one to judge.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Stiles admitted, finding himself in a weird crouch-like stance that he apparently now adopts when he’s overwhelmed about finding out Derek Hotcakes wants to bone him three ways to Sunday.

WORDS: 4821

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

something’s missing by trilliastra

Sometimes Derek still asks himself why Kate kept the baby. And then he just tries to shake those thoughts away because even imagining Michael not being here, alive, hurts too much.

WORDS: 5032

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Ghost Blanket and the Wolf by PaintedRecs **

Derek’s badly in need of hugs, Stiles decides shortly before Halloween. His pack is secure and stable, but he still hovers on its edges, as though not quite sure where he belongs. Will the magic of Halloween night, and a cherished Stilinski tradition, be enough to lift that weight off his shoulders?

WORDS: 6434

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: flufff

***Derek vs. Helen (SERIES) by thedevilyousay

Important OTP question: Which one aggressively argues with the suburban soccer moms at the PTA meeting and flips Helen’s 9x12 pan of betty crocker brownies?

WORDS: 8,730

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE?: Probably

WARNINGS: none

****Painted Wooden Letters by DiscontentedWinter

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

WORDS: 10,011

CHAPTERS: 5/5

RATINGS: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, Underage, mentions of child abuse.

(Not gonna lie, this fic hit me really hard. Its very brutal and you will cry most likely. PLEASE make sure to read the warnings before reading this fic, if any of the warnings are triggers to you, then please dont read this.)

My Boys by losingmyangelgrace

“Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence.

Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-

“Holy shit! Derek Hale!”

Stiles.

Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming.

(In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)

WORDS: 11,354

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: none

Striking Matches by castielblues & eeyore9990

Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you’re human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.

All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack…

WORDS: 14,923

CHAPTERS: 2/2

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

Momentum by  TatsuKitty

“That’s how he knew where Erica and Boyd were.” He growled and stood to pace the length of the apartment. Melissa observed quietly while he processed and silently picked him apart. He was obviously possessive and protective but his facial expressions and motions were harsh, a bit wild, just a touch of the wolf showing in the man. Finding out that Derek was a werewolf had almost made a kind of poetic sense.

“I’d guess. I don’t know what happened with them. I know they died.” She reached out and placed a hand on Derek’s forearm. He went totally still like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a fox and stared at her. “I’m sorry.”

“Wh–¬what ?” he just blinked at her, still totally frozen.

WORDS: 14,934

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage, mentions of depression

Maggie May by Spikedluv

When Laura Hale died, she left behind a daughter, Maggie. Stiles (and his dad) have been caring for Maggie since the night Laura disappeared. Unbeknownst to Stiles, however, Maggie’s a werewolf, and she’s bonded with Stiles. Which means he feels extra protective when Peter Hale appears on the scene. (He may have also developed a little crush on Maggie’s uncle, the silent and brooding Derek Hale. Who said Stiles’ life was boring?)

WORDS: 24,997

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATINGS: Mature

WARNINGS: Underage

Adding You to My Future by NekoIzumi

“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”

Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.

WORDS:  42,252

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

WORDS: 43,655

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence

Pale Horses by Dark_K

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

WORDS: 56,071

CHAPTERS: 15/15

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence, Underage, Derek is a lil weird

Play It Again by metisket

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

WORDS: 63,206

CHAPTERS: 3/3

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

It’s a mad, mad world by ElisAttack

“They call him the Feral Wolf.” The man laughs hysterically as Stiles backs away from him, fear coursing through his veins. “Feral Hale. Do you know why? Huh?” The man creeps closer, testing the restraint of his chains, white talcum falling from his skin, swirling in the air like the dust devils plaguing the wasteland. “Because he’s fucking mad.”

Or the one where Stiles is a prisoner looking to return home, but to do so, he may have to rely on a questionable drifter.

WORDS: 73,627

CHAPTERS: 11/11

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

(Sacred) In The Ordinary by  idyll ***

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.

Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.

Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles

WORDS: 78,759

CHAPTERS: 9/9

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Didn’t See That Coming by knittersrevolt

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

WORDS: 83,838

CHAPTERS: 43/43

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Violence

A Life for a Life, Makes the Whole World Bound by augopher

Stiles was lonely; there was no other way of putting it. The Nogitsune had left the pack a wary of him, not that they thought it had been his fault. No, they worried it would happen again. Once bitten, twice shy.
The morning after his 18th birthday, his torso was covered in mysterious green tattoos. He hadn’t been that drunk. He’d definitely remember that. Great. Something else to make him feel like a freak. Insomnia led him to his mother’s diary and a tale of how she helped an odd man once who gave her the warning, “Be careful of your wishes three.“ Everything clicked into place.
So…he was a djinni. He subtly changed things about himself. More muscle? Done. Better hair? Done and done. End his crippling insecurity? Done, done, done. He hid his new gift until he found himself bound to Derek.
With Deaton’s help, they translated meanings in his tattoos, but they were incomplete. A passage of his 'Rules and Regulations’ was missing. Everything was fine dandy until Stiles’ new powers and penchant for mischief and karmic retribution threatened to destroy him, fracture his mind, and turn him into something which couldn’t be contained.
Could the pack save him in time, and at what price?

WORDS: 90,697

CHAPTERS: 26/26

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of violence

Of Course It’s Fairies by  HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy’s parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

WORDS: 100,267

CHAPTERS: 54/54

RATING: Not Rated

WARNINGS: None

When I’m Gone by MissYuki1990

Stiles is leaving. For good if he has any say in it. He gave everything to them and received nothing in return, so who can blame him for wanting to leave and find his place in the world. Apparently? Everyone and their uncle.

WORDS: 108,584

CHAPTERS: 10/10

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek. (series) by  
DiscontentedWinter ***

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.It looks exactly like him.Well, this is awkward.

WORDS: 127,012

WORKS: 3

COMPLETE: Yes

RATED: Explicit

Home by TheTypewriterGirl ****

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

WORDS: 167,178

CHAPTERS: 18/18

RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: Angst, Character Death

a basic summary of any given NCIS episode seasons
  • random person: *doing random every day thing*
  • kid: omfg WHY IS THERE A BODY IN THIS CAR/POND/OTHER WEIRD PLACE
  • random person: cause kid we are on a tv show where a lot of people die
  • ~foof~
  • tony: bla bla bla funny stuff bla
  • mcgee: bla bla bla tech stuff banter bla
  • kate/ziva/bishop: *done with both of their shit*
  • ziva: *flirts with tony for good measure*
  • tiva eyesex: *ensues*
  • gibbs: dead marine found stuffed into a grocery store display grab your gear
  • tony: what the fuck boss
  • -cut to crime scene-
  • team: *investigates*
  • team: *banter*
  • ducky: *wise observation about Strange Case of the Week™*
  • palmer: *falls off a hill*
  • tony: boss i think it might be a suicide
  • gibbs: *broods* nah
  • ~foof~
  • *later in bullpen*
  • jenny shepherd/vance: gibbs don't do the thing
  • gibbs: *does the thing*
  • ducky: *autopsy stuff*
  • abby: *does forensic stuff in a lovable way*
  • tiva: *more eyesex in the bullpen*
  • tony: boss we found a guy who's totally not a red herring
  • gibbs: *interrogates totally not red herring*
  • gibbs: this isn't our guy
  • tony: *eats an entire burrito to make him look like more of an asshole*
  • kate/ziva/bishop: wtf
  • ~foof~
  • everybody: *more investigating stuff*
  • gibbs: my gut says it's the guy's exlover's son's dentist's ex wife that killed him and stuffed him in the display
  • shepherd/vance: what the fuck gibbs
  • abby: gibbs is right
  • the guy's ex lover's son's dentist's ex wife: yes tis I that killed him
  • ziva: *probably fights him*
  • gibbs: rule #124: it's always the dentist
  • everyone: *nod in appreciation of Gibbs Wisdom*
  • tiva: *more eyesex*
  • ~foof~
  • *credits*

anonymous asked:

omg that stilinski house post. the fish. the sad concrete slab. is there any chance we can see your ideas about the hale house?

Okay, this one is really not going to be that heavily tied to what we see in the show, because I kind of hate it. Granted, all we’ve seen of the Hale House is its burned remains, the front hall, and like half a room, but I still hate it, because like so many things in Teen Wolf, they had the beginnings of something really cool, and then they half-assed it in pretty much every way.

The exterior of the house is kind of a lazy Second Empire style, but weirdly short and wide considering the entire point of the style is to make things seem very tall and narrow. Even shot from below like this, when it should seem like it’s towering over you and being ominous, it just looks like the dumpy uncle of an actual Second Empire style house.

The floors aren’t tall enough and there isn’t enough space between the windows on the first and second level. The way they have it, the second floor windows would start like six inches off the floor, and the walls would be maybe like six feet tall. You could say that the fire made the wood compact and shrink, but it still looked too short in that one shot of the house on fire. 

Even without all the ornamentation, look how much nicer the proportions are on the right. It’s tall and stately, and doesn’t look like it’s trying to disappear into its own turtleneck and hide from the world.

And on the topic of ornamentation, the Hale House is depressingly bland, so to make myself feel better, I’m going to say that it was more ornate and all of the great details burned off. Because I’ve always considered the Hales to be a founding family of Beacon Hills–which probably would’ve been founded late 19th century–and wealthy founding families didn’t half-ass their homes back then. Even if set builders on MTV shows do.

Moving on.

Directly inside the front door is the foyer.

I hate this foyer. 

It’s a very stupid, very large foyer to put in a house this size, and it doesn’t fit the exterior, because the window above the front door implies there’s a room there. There are shades on it, it’s not very grand–it’s not one of those windows in a two story foyer that’s pretty much only there to frame a gaudy chandelier. This type of two story foyer also cuts out a massive part of the second story they could be using for rooms. 

So, to the right of the foyer looks like the dining room. Do your best to ignore a shirtless Derek; it’s the only decent shot of that room I could find.

Remember that Kate was about to come threaten him. It’s not sexy, it’s sad. Focus on the house.

On the other side of the foyer is the living room, and I get angry.

The way they divided up the house makes no sense. Half the ground floor is one large room, leaving everything else like the kitchen, dining room, storage, etc. to be crammed into the other half. But it’s not just a giant living room, because before you get to the living room, there’s a random hallway for no reason with a couple very shallow steps of a tripping hazard.

Where does this hallway go? What is its purpose? It’s not wide enough to be a room, so it has to lead somewhere at the back of the house, but that is the back of the house, unless the living room has double double doors to a study behind it that completely burned to nothing…while still leaving the doors intact. And then someone stole the doorknobs.

So based on what we’ve seen, this is the approximate downstairs Hale House floor plan:

Which is dumb and a bad Sims design. It could extend back further on the right, with a bigger kitchen and a bathroom or something back behind the foyer, but if it does, then only the ground floor does, because the second floor stops at the top of the stairs.

(Side note: Why is this house so lopsided? I’m all for asymmetry when it’s done right, but this just looks really shitty! They made the left side wider, but didn’t do anything to the right side to visually balance it out!)

Oh, and upstairs? There’s a railing on the left, so the hallway continues around the foyer of wasted space, and to the right looks like there would be a hallway. 

Only turn to the right and it’s literally just a wall and an old rusty bed frame.

Does that hallway wrap around to the right? If it does, I hate it, because then you have something like this. Which sucks and is inefficient, and I hate bathrooms with no windows. 

So, changes I would make:

Literally everything.

First, bring the right side of the house forward to help balance out the asymmetry, and to make the dining room larger. Big family, big dinners, they’re going to need more space than that rinky dink dining room they had. Add some windows for more ornamentation on the exterior to give it some visual weight, and you’re golden.

Then I’d put the staircase against the wall in the foyer and make the foyer narrower too. The only reason it was so wide was to fit the doorways on either side of the stairs, which was pointless and stupid. That makes more room on the second floor, and if the house extends out back more, you can easily fit four good sized bedrooms. Do the same on the third floor (but with smaller rooms because of the mansard roof) and bam! Big family house for werewolves!

Also lose the terrible wallpaper. 

I just can’t take the Hales seriously knowing that was on their walls.

It’s Your Daddy’s Birthday, Sweetie

Summary: It’s Sam’s birthday and your daughter and her uncle have a surprise for him
Words: 1k
Sam x Reader, Dean, Katie (OC)
Warnings: fluffs

Daddy!Sam ‘Verse - Masterpost

Kisses pressed to the knob of your spine and across your shoulder roused you from your peaceful sleep.

You hummed contentedly, letting your eyes flutter open to take in the dim light of your bedroom in the morning, the small windows at the top of your walls doing their best to let natural light flood the room.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” you murmured as Sam rolled you onto your back, kissing your exposed collarbone. “You’re old, now.”

He laughed softly, pulling back and smiling down at you.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any jealous and/or possessive Derek?

Yes of course 😁 I also have a tag for that! Check out the ADDITIONAL TAGS in AUs AND OTHER CATEGORIES

He Gets Me High

Summary: Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right?

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A Jolt of Espresso

Summary: Unwillingly, one begrudged step at a time, Derek makes his way over to the table where Stiles is sitting with that guy.

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Jealousy; An Interesting Shade of Green

Summary: Would you please write a story for me one where Derek can’t understand why he and his wolf feel so possessively jealous over Stiles. It was never this way when he was dating Paige,Kate or Jennifer in fact he’s pretty sure he didn’t do the jealous thing before meeting Stiles. Now everyone who even looks at Stiles with the smallest hint of lust makes him want to rip their throats out with his teeth even certain members of his own pack. You can make this either explicit or not which ever you feel happiest with and Stiles can be male or female.

It would be great if you could have Stiles not aware of how Derek feels at first {it’s totally not one sided Stiles really likes Derek as well} and that it’s either Jackson or Isaac that has Derek growling jealously thank you.

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Make It official

Summary: Peter is being creepy, Derek is being scary and Stiles is dying to know what’s going on. Same as always, pretty much.

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Pancake pandemonium and a sick Stiles

Summary: Stiles is sick and Laura misses her favourite babysitter. Also, Derek realizes something important…

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Farmer’s Market Woes

Summary: Stiles runs into an ex at the farmer’s market. That alone could be embarrassing but hey, Derek’s at a different stand probably too busy to pay attention. That’s what Stiles hopes for…except he was reminded of how blunt his ex was. So when his ex says, “You still have those luscious cock sucking lips.” Derek’s chest is pressed to his back in nanoseconds, glaring death at the man in front of him.

And that kids, is how Derek learned Stiles did porn in college.

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Babysitting

Summary: Your cousin needs help with her adorable 2-year-old.

Words: 1533

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Kids and loads and loads of fuffly

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“Are you sure that you three are going to be okay?” You look into your cousins’ eyes and nod. You understand that she is worried about leaving her daughter with you and Steve for the whole afternoon, it’s the first time since her divorce that she is going out and she is looking for excuses not to “Of course, how many times have I watched Kate? Go have fun on your date.”

“It is not a date and are you sure that Steve is not gonna mind? He works so much and this is his free time…” You don’t let her finish “Of course it is a date, he asked you for coffee and cake, and in my book that is a date. About Steve, don’t worry he loves kids.”

You are not sure if this is true, you and Steve never talked about having kids or even kids in general in your eight-month relationship. But how bad can it be? In the worst case, he spends all day locked in the room while you play with a toddler.

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Imagine Stiles gets a job at the FBI but he doesn’t tell them about Derek. One day, Derek comes into the office to give Stiles his phone after he left it at home.

Concerned (and slightly shocked that Stiles is dating a man that looks like a god), they do a background search on Derek, digging up the police reports on the Hale fire, the arrest made on the suspicion of killing Laura, and many other files. They sit Stiles down and practically interrogate him, telling him that Derek is a bad man and suggesting that Derek used his inherited fortune to buy his way out of cases and that he’s actually married (because Derek wears a wedding ring). Stiles snaps and replies, telling them about Kate and how he never once bought his way out of a police investigation. He’s a good man who volunteers at animal showers and leases his old houses out to the homeless and to people who need a home after being evicted on short notice. And he knows Derek’s married because Derek is married to him (he just doesn’t wear a ring because being in his line of profession, if someone sees a ring then they know he’s married and that puts a target on Derek’s back and he doesn’t want that).

Stiles storms off and heads straight home and practically collapses on Derek. Derek tells him it’s okay and when Stiles goes to work the next day with his ring on Derek takes it off and tells him he can have it back when he comes home later because he doesn’t have to change anything for anyone.

anonymous asked:

We have time-travel fics mostly with Stiles sometimes Peter or Derek. But what if we sent the Sheriff back?


Oooh. At first I thought of sending him back to prevent the fire, but where would be the fun in that? Also, how confusing, because he would just look like a slightly older version of himself. 

I’d love it if John (who the fuck is Noah?) somehow got zapped all the way back to high school. So here is is, trying not to look like a creeper as he hangs around school, and trying to convince his younger self to make friends with Peter Hale and Chris Argent, and somehow try to figure out how the hell to stop Kate from growing up to kill the Hales. Because Kate? Kate is is fucking elementary school. She’s not evil. She’s eight

Gerard, though? Gerard is evil, and John has no problems killing him and burying his body in the woods. Screw the timelines or whatever. Except then John is stuck with a shellshocked Chris, and a terrified Kate, and he has to get back to his own timeline to raise his own kid, you know? 

Which is why he ends up knocking on the Hales’ door in the middle of the day, and getting invited inside by the alpha, Talia and Peter’s mother. 

“You want me to raise the children of a hunting family under my roof?” she asks him. “Why the hell would I do that?” 

And John tells her. 

He’s not sure it works until he’s zapped back into his own timeline, and Stiles is muttering something about spending the afternoon at the Hales’ place because he and Cora are working on a school project, and so help him God if Kate tries to matchmake him and Cora’s hot older brother again, he’s going to throw her into the lake. 

the new timeline doesn’t come without its complications, but John finds that they’re much more preferable than ashes. 

kissokomos  asked:

you've been asked about "@ god why" but what's the premise behind "The Devil Went Down On Georgia" because i just read that title aloud to my roommate (both of us having lived in georgia for at least the last ten years) and they laughed their ass off

pannyexpress also said: Ok but am I the only one curious about ‘the devil went down on georgia’ ???

Judging by the comments, no, no you are not.

The Devil Went Down On Georgia is actually a sequel idea for the contemporary Scottish RomCom I am writing called The Devil’s Sporran, also inspired by a tumblr post where the Romance genre was summed up as “shirtless Satan in a kilt” and I went off on a mad tangent and basically brain stormed an entire novel in the span of three reblogs. The basic summary and following excerpt goes as follows:

I’m thinking a modern setting. Young woman is the maid of honor to her bff’s wedding to be held in Scotland where both her and her beau are from, and as the maid of honor she gets introduced to all kinds of quaint traditions she’s never before encountered. Like trying to find a real silver sixpence, taking the bride out around the town on her Taking Out, the whole kerfuffle with trying to find matching dresses for three vastly different shaped women, and realizing at the last minute she’s expected to pick out a tea set for the bride despite being a coffee drinker her whole life, and what the fuck is the difference between Wedgwood and Denby.

And then there’s the groom’s best man…she feels someone should have warned her about him.

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“What are you doing in here?” she demanded, scrabbling to cover herself with the ugly tartan shawl even though she was fully dressed.

“I was next door,” Donnie informed her, eyes darting over the length of her, “looking at scabbards. Are you all right? You sounded upset.”

“I’m fine!” but even to her own ears it sounded panicked and shrill. Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “I can’t get out of this stupid dress. There’s too many buttons and the assistant has run off.”

Donnie chuckled easily, the sound curling straight down to Kate’s bare toes hidden under the length of her skirt. It was offensive how charming this particular Scotsman could be, especially given how effortless he made it seem. She was almost certain she’d have hated it in anyone else.

“She’s helping a bride, I heard crying so you’re on you’re own. Let me?”

The question was so unexpected and softly spoken it threw her off guard, and Kate found herself compelled to turn as he stepped further into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed behind him. She’d half expected to be manhandled by rough hands, surprised when he began freeing her from the confines of the bodice with the utmost gentleness.

“There now,” Donnie intoned soothingly, as the dress began to slip away from her shoulders. “All better.”

“Thank you,” Kate murmured, the ghost of his fingertips still hot against her spine.

“You look lovely, by the way, very” he smiled tightly, catching her eye in the mirror, “honorable.

Kate snorted, and moved to hold the bodice in place against her chest, aware that a good portion of her naked back was now exposed to him. “I’m supposed to look like the bride. Some tradition about keeping the Devil away.”

“Hmm,“ Donnie hummed, the silk of her skirt trailing through his fingers as he leant in, smile broadening into a roguish grin. “Tell me, do you think it’s working?”

You can find the full conversation here:  [link]

It also already has artwork created by @songofsunset which is the background to my laptop where that manuscript currently resides:

The Devil Went Down On Georgia is so far, purely in the speculative phase, but that doesn’t stop me from writing down scenes that come into my head at random, hence the folder :D

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STEREK WEEK ‘14 || Sunday: Anything

2k of not!fic that I am regiving to candypinkcocks

A Sterek Assassin AU, but not like a Mr. and Mrs. Smith one or like where they know each other before.

Like they only know each other as a mark and they keep ALMOST killing each other.

And then both of them recognize each other at the same time at a Farmer’s Market.

And Stiles is with Scott and Scott is like “dude, that dude’s totes looking at you.” And Erica’s with Derek and is like “hot nerd alert” (none of their friends know that Stiles and Derek are assassins btw) and so Scott and Erica are both like “go talk to him and then bone” and they have to because their friends are pushing.

But Stiles thinks Derek doesn’t know who he is and Derek thinks stiles doesn’t know who he is and neither of them are going to try to kill the other in front of their friend because Derek thinks Scott’s kind of cool and Stiles really likes Erica’s bluntness and so they all agree to get drinks later.


So Stiles tells Lydia since she’s his handler or whatever and Derek tells Boyd who’s his. Lydia says to just have a good night and that everything he learns about him can be used to get him at a later date. And Boyd tells Derek to keep Erica safe (because that’s all Boyd really cares about and he knows Derek will just do his thing).

And no one thinks the other knows about the other so they’re all like ‘just relax, it’ll be easy.’

And they go out for drinks and It’s really fun and Stiles’ fingers keep itching to grab at his knife in his waistband because the more he hears about Derek, the more he likes him and DAMN HE’S FINE

And then Derek’s trying to figure out whether his hands are itching to break Stiles’ neck or to hold him against the wall and fuck him.

Then nothing happens and they all go home.


So Scott and Erica are obviously like “we’re all going out AGAIN.”

And they see a movie. It’s the latest spy movie (which Scott and Erica love) and Derek and Stiles are both laughing at the inaccuracies.

At the end of the movie they all go stand outside and their friends keep giving the *look* to Stiles and Derek and they’re both like “what?”

And so Scott and Erica are like GAH NOT AGAIN because Derek and Stiles both want to leave.

But then Scott says “Let’s get drinks.”

And Derek says “it’s a Wednesday. Don’t you work tomorrow?”

Scott’s like “Oh. I do.” and Erica’s like “me too.”

“But Stiles doesn’t.”


“Neither does Derek.”


Of course, neither Stiles or Derek drove and Scott and Erica run away from them and drive off before they can get in the cars with them (because their friends are actual children)

So Derek and Stiles both call other friends who have all been warned not to pick them up by Scott and Erica.

So finally, Stiles calls Lydia and Derek calls Boyd and they both are like OH NO YOU’RE GETTING INTEL.

And of course they both live like 15 miles away and could totally run it, but they don’t want the other one to notice how fast they are so they’re like “well, one drink I guess.”

And then it becomes more than one drink and they learn more about each other and hey, they actually could like each other if they didn’t have to kill each other.

And it gets to the point where both of them have had so much to drink that they know they can’t run home and there’s this hotel right across the street and at least Derek can kill Stiles in a nice place, right?

And they get into their room and Derek immediately throws Stiles against the door and Stiles responds by putting his hands around Derek’s neck like he’s going to choke him and Derek breaks the hold and Stiles surprisingly throws Derek on the bed and Derek grabs him when he attacks and flips Stiles over and he’s about to punch him the face and Stiles catches his fist, and flips them.

And he slips because they’re drunk and of course fighting turns them both on. And Derek’s like “you play dirty”

And in Stiles’ mind he’s like “oh right, he thinks were playing. I guess we can just play a little tonight…”

And Derek thinks Stiles is just kinky and likes it rough.

And then they have super hot secret hate sex.

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Boyd knows where Derek ended up that night, and the next morning Derek wakes up to a text from Boyd that says KILL HIM OR LEAVE NOW.

And Derek thinks it’s rude to kill someone after he fucks them, so he leaves and calls Boyd and Boyd’s says, “I just talked to Isaac, and he said the Banshee’s contractor has been contracted to kill you”

 

Derek says, “So?”

“It’s Stile.”

And Derek’s v. confused and angered and wants to kill something (probs Stiles) and immediately goes back to the room and is about to bang on the door when Stiles opens it.

And there’s a look of relief on Stiles’ face and he says, “I thought you left.”

And Derek’s asks “Why? Thought you wouldn’t get another chance to kill me?”

And then there’s a v awkward silence and then Stiles says quietly, “You’re supposed to kill me too, aren’t you?”

And then they break angry eye contact to glance at the other’s mouth (because it’s not fic if that doesn’t happen) and then there’s like two seconds of eye contact again.

And then ROUND 2 of hate sex.

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After they’re both done, they look at each other (Stiles sitting on the bed as Derek pulls on his clothes) and Derek looks at him and says, “The next time I see you, I’m going to kill you.”

“Same. Unless you’re with Erica. Or family.”

“Or you’re with Scott. Or family.”

“We can’t do that to them.”

“No.”

And then Derek leaves and doesn’t see Stiles again for a couple of weeks when they both end up in Moscow for a thing.

But SURPRISE Stiles said that he and Scott needed a brocation and Derek offered to pamper Erica with a foreign excursion (since neither of them are going anywhere without their besties from now on pretty much in order to make sure they don’t die).


And there’s a point there when he’s about to kill Stiles, and then Scott appears. And Scott starts talking to Stiles and Derek steps away from his gun as Stiles looks at where Derek was hiding and winks before walking off with Scott.

And then there’s a moment where they’re alone in a room and the have a full on fight.

“No guns or knives. That will cheapen what we have,” Stiles says as Derek rolls his eyes and they drop their weapons at the door.

They fight for a while and it looks like Derek’s about to kill Stiles when they hear Erica’s voice calling for Derek.

“Do you really want to kill me when Erica’s right outside the door?”

And Derek lets him go and tells Erica that his swollen lip is from some dude who didn’t like the fact he was hitting on his girlfriend or something.

And OF COURSE Scott and Erica find each other and they all have to hang out because HELLO IT’S MOSCOW and they’re sitting at a table and Erica says:

“Stiles, what do you think it would cost for a night with Derek?”

Without hesitation, “Eighty million.”

And Derek and him share a look and Derek KNOWS that’s how much his bounty is.

And then Stiles looks at him and goes “How much would a night be for me?”

“Eighty million,” because they’re worth the same.

And Erica’s says, “Damn, you guys must be phenomenal.”

“You have no idea.”

And they finally exchange numbers because Erica forces them to, and Stiles puts his name as 80mil and Derek does the same just so they’re both reminded of what they are to each other.

And for the next few months they keep trying to kill each other and every time they almost do, someone shows up and Derek and Stiles end up fucking. And the fucking has started to have FEELINGS because they actually know each other now

And then one night after partying with their friends, they’re laying in bed in a hotel room and Derek’s looking at bullet wound that he knows he gave to Stiles and Stiles’ fingers are tracing over a scar his knife gave Derek, and they both know that when they try to kill each other they’re REALLY trying because these aren’t sloppy wounds and they’re so close to killing them and would if they each weren’t so good at evading it.

And Stiles makes eye contact with Derek and asks, “How can you do it? How can you legit try to kill me and then act like I’m the most important thing in the world to you?”

“When we’re in the field, I only see you as 80 million. But when we’re with the others or when we’re here, you’re…”

“I’m what? Worthless?”

“Priceless.”

THEN THE SLOW BONE

Nothing changes though in the field. They legit try to kill each other during the day and then love each other at night.

And there’s more scars and fights and love making and then someone new comes on the scene and shoots Stiles and he’s in ICU and it doesn’t look like he’s going to make it.

And Derek tells himself it’s nbd and that that’s just what happens.

But weeks go by, and Derek starts to realize that things don’t “just happen.” Someone tried to kill Stiles—HIS Stiles

Derek’s the only one who gets to do that. Fuck that noise

And he finds out the name of the shooter (cough kate cough) and she’s worth 90mil. And he goes and he kills her.

And he gets the 90 and then terminates his contract on Stiles.

And he goes to the hospital when Scott calls him to tell Derek that Stiles is out of ICU.

And he sees Lydia and Boyd talking to each other in the hallway and Lydia says, “I heard you terminated your contract”

Derek looks at Boyd and he nods

Lydia says, “It’s up to Stiles if he wants to break his. He’s awake, by the way.”

And Derek goes in and shuts the door. And Stiles looks up at him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Derek sits on the side of the bed and stiles Starts fiddling with the cuff of Derek’s Henley.

“So I heard you found someone worth more than me.”

“No one’s worth more than you.”

Batfam At Hallow Eves

- Dick went as a very well put together Kid Flash outfit, emblem and everything, he spent the whole night running around and drank the same amount of coffee to stay active (even though he did water it down a bit more).

- Jason doesn’t really care much for Halloween, so he let the girls do his makeup and he becomes a Zombi, for the 4th time.

- Babs goes as Hermonie because who doesn’t want to pretend to be a witch? She curled her hair and even made her own wand.

- Tim goes as Wonger Girl much to Bart and Kon’s disappointment, but hey, he dressed up as them for the past 2 years. Cassie lent him one of her old outfits for the ensemble.

- Stephanie goes as a pun outfit because, you know, it was punny, it probably had something to do with waffles but honestly who knows? Dick was very happy and Jason dis-owned her as an honorary member of the family.

- Cass went as The Black Swan, last year she went as Babs, and the year before that Bruce, so now she came as another one of her role models. It was very beautiful, she did a routine and everything.

- Duke went as a movie character, I can’t really narrow it down other than he looked better than the character in question.

- Dami went as the ever so infamous Batman, a mini version, but still Batman. Half the way through the night Steph forces him into a different outfit and they become a pair of something. (Idk Socks? Who knows, its Steph).

- Alfred went as James Bond. It was amazing.

- Claire went as Luna after Babs introduced her to the Harry Potter Books.

- Harper went as a decked out Batwoman, Kate loved it.

- Kate went as a Police Officer and pretended to arrest kids all night.

- Selina went as Wonder Woman, she added some more sparkle to the store bought outfit and looked extravagant.

- Bruce… Oh, Bruce…. to everyone’s surprise, he went as the Big Blue Boy Scout, when he went to the Watch Towers party everyone was in shock, Clark cried, there are photos, it was beautiful.

I Gotta Tell You.

Summary: You get home from work and find Steve playing with your adorable baby cousin. In the end of the day, he confesses something to you.

Words: 1780

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluffy, there is another fic that i wrote with the same characters but this is not a sequel. The kid just has the same name, in case you want to read here is the link

THANK YOU TO @amrita31199 for beta this for me.

Credits to the gif owner

When you got home you didn’t expect to see your boyfriend dancing with your baby cousin Kate in the living room, it was the most adorable and amusing thing that you ever saw in your life.  Steve was standing in the middle of the room moving his body awkwardly, while Kate was running in circles around him and singing a few words of the song.

It takes you while for you to recognize the song that was playing, it was There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by Shawn Mendes and you never imagined that one day you would find your boyfriend listen to this song in your living room.

Eventually Kate got tired of running and starts to mimic Steve’s moves. You can’t help but laugh it was so cute seeing the two of them together. Unfortunately, your laughter gives away that you are there watching them, Kate runs into your arms saying your name excitedly while Steve gives you a peck on the lips.

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WHY YOU ALL HATING ON GABE FOR HE’S SO PRECIOUS AND PURE

DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY HE HUGGED HIS FATHER

DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY HE HUGGED JAVI AND TOLD HIM HOW WORRIED HE WAS

DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY HE ASKED ABOUT CLEMENTINE

DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY HE WANTED TO HELP KATE WHEN SHE GOT SHOT

DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY HE BEAT HIMSELF UP BECAUSE HE RAN AWAY AND LEFT HER

DID YOU NOT SEE THE LOOK ON YOUNG GABE’S FACE WHEN KATE TOLD HIM HIS FRIEND WERE DEAD

DID YOU NOT SEE YOUNG GABE WANTING TO WRITE A LETTER TO HIS DAD

DID YOU NOT SEE HOW MUCH HE CARED ABOUT HIS SISTER

DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT AN AMAZING AND CARING PERSON HE ACTUALLY IS?? HE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED

anonymous asked:

For the four word prompt, "Are you fucking insane!?". Love your writing xx

As Harry pulled his car into his driveway, I felt my nerves acting up. He was taking me to his house for the first time in our short relationship. Obviously, his house was much larger than anything I’d ever been in in my life and the sheer size of it blew me away.

“Hey,” He says as he puts the car into park, drawing my gaze away from the house and back to his bright green eyes, “It’s just a house.”

I swallow and nod, “You’re right, I’m being ridiculous.”

He smiled and got out of his seat, quickly coming over to my side to open the door, “You don’t have to do that, you know, I can open my own door.” I say as I get out.

“I know,” He says and closes the car door before carefully backing me up against it, hands on my waist, “I like doing it though. It’s more for me than you, really.” He presses a kiss to my cheek before backing away and intertwining our fingers.

He let’s go of my hand while we’re in the garage to unlock the door and I find myself wandering to the corner of the room where his motorcycle sits. I run my hand over the handlebars and the leather seat, intrigued by it. I’d never seen Harry ride it and I imagine as I stand there biting my bottom lip that I would enjoy the sight very much.

“You like it?” Harry’s voice in my ear startles me, causing me to jump back as I hadn’t heard him approach.

He chuckles as I playfully whack him across the chest, “Christ, could you warn me next time? You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” He says and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulders, “Do you want me to take you for a ride?”

I smirk and turn a bit to face him, laughing through my words, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” He says, feigning offense, “Are you scared?”

“Of course I’m scared.” I turn back to the bike, “It’s a death trap.”

“Is not!” He says indignantly, “I’m a very safe driver.”

I’m still looking skeptical so he steps around me to grab a helmet, putting one on his own head before handing one to me. I stare at it, but don’t take it. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” He coaxes, “You know I’ll always keep you safe.” He’s straddling the bike now and I feel my resolve crumbling.

He’s still holding the helmet out to me and I finally break into a smile before taking it.

“That’s m’girl.” He says as I put the helmet on and I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach at the endearment. I’ll never fully get used to being his, I don’t think.

I get on behind him and tighten my arms around his waist, “Easy there,” He chuckles, “I need to breathe, you know.”

I immediately loosened my grip, relieved he couldn’t see my cheeks redden, “Sorry.” I murmur.

“S’alright, love.” He says and then starts the motorcycle. If he says anything else, it’s lost in the sound of the engine. I try to keep my grip lose, but as the bike speeds up I instinctually tighten around him and I feel laughter rumble through him with my cheek pressed to his back.

I can’t deny that as I got used to the bike, it started to feel a little like flying and slowly, I loosened my grip around Harry and started laughing as the wind whipped my face. As we neared back to his house, Harry took the bike down a hill and I lifted my arms out to my sides like wings, laughing the whole way.

“Hey!” Harry yelled over his shoulder in alarm, “Stop that! You’re not Kate, I’m not Leo, and this is not the Titanic!”

I continue laughing, but wrap my arms around him again as we reach the bottom of the hill and then Harry’s driveway.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He exclaims as he he shuts off the bike and dismounts, his face furious, “You could’ve fallen off!”

I pull off my helmet and shake out my hair, “Oh relax, don’t be a buzzkill.”

He looks exasperated and then steps closer to me… and then closer still until he grabs my chin and searches my eyes. “What are you looking at?” I try to push his hand away, but it remains firm and his face softens.

He chuckles lowly, “My God… you have an adrenaline kink.”

I really shove him away from me now, stuttering and turning red, “I do not!” I insist indignantly.

“Love, your pupils are properly blown out, I can barely see any of the color.” I’m still frowning at him so he comes closer to me and wraps an arm around my waist, “It’s okay, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. We can’t help what turns us on.” He has a cocky smile on his face and I turn away from him, flooded with embarrassment, but he grabs my wrist and turns me back to him, “Hey, come on, I’ll just have to take you on the bike more often.” And he grins mischievously and squeezes my bum before pulling me into the house.

And after the things we did in that house, I didn’t think I’d mind if he took me on that bike everyday for the rest of my life.

ladyknighttime  asked:

As a newer follower, what is A Highlander's Tail?

Oh boy. I’m guessing that means you also don’t know PDOC about Fifty Shades of Plaid and The Devil’s Sporran either then.

Hello, welcome to the crack that is going to be my literary career, this post will be your guide.

Hunger Pangs you likely know about but here’s the origin post where @jeneelestrange straight up altered the career path of my life.

I’ll keep Public Displays of Confection short, but basically I came up with the pun and liked it so much I decided to turn it into a w/w romance about two bakers who fall in love while competing in a wedding cake contest. It’s so sweet it might actually give you diabetes. (Small humorous extract)


A Highlander’s Tail started because @thestarfishdancer is a horrible enabler and I couldn’t help from shitposting in response. Somehow I ended up being convinced I should write a thing called A Highlander’s Tail. The vague plot outline I have so far features a Scottish werewolf who becomes a retainer for a young English woman who is brought to Scotland after marrying her much older (also English) husband. (A common trope in awful American written Scottish romances.) As with most old Scottish houses however, there’s rumors abound of ghosties and goblins and things that go bump in the night. Which is absurd of course. They howl. 

Cailean Glenn—our resident werewolf, does his best to make her feel welcome in his own gruff way, but when her marriage starts to flounder and she starts straying farther and farther from home as a means of distraction, he realizes the secret of the (fictional) town of Braedhuin may be at risk of exposure. 

There’s all sorts of shenanigans and romantic guff, as well as fun little absurdities like were-sheep who herd themselves and win national prizes. As per @deliriumsetin‘s wishes Cailean’s best friend is a plucky Irishman, Ruaidhrí, who seems to own an Irish setter who is often conspicuous by his absence. The setter is a downright friendly fellow though.


The Devil’s Sporran is a lighthearted contemporary romance spurred on after an article denouncing romance literature as basically sin, used the hilarious phrase “Shirtless Satan” to describe men in kilts. Some people wanted it to be the actual Devil, but for now he’s just an ordinary good looking man with a smile that can make you think very bad things.

The main focus is on Kate, an American who is the maid of honor to her college bff’s wedding to be held in Scotland where both her and her beau are from. As the maid of honor she gets introduced to all kinds of quaint traditions she’s never before encountered which you don’t really have to deal with in America. Like trying to find a real silver sixpence, taking the bride out around the town on her Taking Out, the whole kerfuffle with trying to find matching dresses for three vastly different shaped women, and realizing at the last minute she’s expected to pick out a tea set for the bride despite being a coffee drinker her whole life, and what the fuck is the difference between Wedgwood and Denby.
And then there’s the groom’s best man Donnie…she feels someone should have warned her about him:

“What are you doing in here?” Kate demanded, scrabbling to cover herself with the ugly tartan shawl despite being fully dressed.

“I was next door,” Donnie informed her, eyes darting over the length of her, “looking at scabbards. Are you all right? You sounded upset.”

“I’m fine!” She protested, but even to her own ears it sounded shrill. Her shoulders slumped, defeated. “I can’t get out of this stupid dress. There’s too many buttons and the assistant has apparently run away and I can’t breathe.”

Donnie chuckled easily and the sound went curling straight down to Kate’s bare toes, hidden under the length of her skirt. It was offensive how charming this particular Scotsman could be, especially given how effortless he made it seem. She was almost certain she’d have hated anyone else for it.

“She’s helping a bride,” he informed her, “I heard crying so you’re on you’re own for a while. Let me?”

The question was so unexpected and softly spoken it threw her off guard, and Kate found herself compelled to turn as he stepped further into the changing room, pulling the curtain closed behind him. She’d half expected to be manhandled by rough hands, surprised when he began freeing her from the confines of the bodice with the utmost of gentleness.

“There now,” Donnie intoned soothingly as the dress began to slip away from her shoulders. “All better.”

“Thank you,” Kate murmured, drawing in shuddering breath, the ghost of his fingertips still hot against her spine.

“You look lovely, by the way, very,” he smiled tightly, catching her eye in the mirror, “honorable.

Kate snorted, and moved to hold the bodice in place against her chest, aware that a good portion of her naked back was now exposed to him. “I’m supposed to look like the bride. Some tradition about keeping the Devil away.”

“Hmm,“ Donnie hummed, the silk of her skirt trailing through his fingers as he leant in, smile broadening into a roguish grin over her shoulder. “Tell me, Kate, do you think it’s working?”

It’s even got fanart already, cutesy of @songofsunset:


Fifty Shades of Plaid started out again as a humorous shitpost when I was being salty over how Scottish history is often romanticized to make us look like tragic heroes, rather than the victims of class oppression, and cultural warfare. 

It’s since turned into a serious novel which follows the standard Scottish romance style but is actually a visceral denouncement of the whole trope of Scottish romances written by outsiders with little to no regard for our heritage beyond “men in kilts look good” (a lighthearted sample).

It’s the story about a wealthy weaver and his daughter acquiring land in Scotland, after buying out a weaving town, intending to produce the cloth for much lower wages, and selling it at a far more expensive price on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh after it became fashionable to wear again in 1822 after King George IV felt like playing dress up, despite the kilt having been banned for actual Scottish people to wear for almost four decades for being considered an act of treason. Hence the title, fifty shades of plaid.

The main characters at present are called Elizabeth and Alasdair, and it will likely be years before I am done writing this. But it’ll get there, one day.

I also have various other writing projects going on, but these were the ones inspired by tumblr. I am hoping to churn one out each year, though in what order I don’t quite know.

And that my doves, is why I have no fucking time on my hands lmao.

The One Where They’re on the Couch- Steve x Reader

Request: Thanks, Anon! I actually really liked writing this one.

“Could you do #5 and #38 from the prompt list with Steve Rogers, love your writing by the way”

Prompts: 5. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.” + 38. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations, they’d lock us up?”

Notes/Warnings: fluff, floof, cuddling, pure fluff. (what? Kate did a piece with absolutely NO angst?)

Originally posted by caps-bucky

 “It’s your turn to pick what we do, tonight.” Steve leaned against the counter as he crossed his arms and yawned.

 Instantly, your own yawn stretched your lungs and jaw and you sighed beside him. “I think I want -and don’t make fun of me, okay?” You looked up at Steve and he nodded with a faint smile. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.”

 The soft smile Steve had turned into a toothy grin and he scooped you up and cradled you in his arms. “I can do that.” He winked down at you. He carried you to the couch and set you down gently before grabbing a few blankets and throwing them at you. He chuckled at the shriek you let out and disappeared into the kitchen.

 You relaxed into the couch cushions and spread out the blankets, creating your own little nest of warmth. Steve wandered back into view holding an armful of snacks and drinks.

 “Think this’ll be enough?” He smiled knowing perfectly well what the answer was.

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