fic: with love comes time

We Can Never Go Back To Before

(I am sad and write of sad things.  Everyone will be all right in the end, I’m sure, but, Harris, you can’t run from your past forever.)

“Let’s eat peanut butter cups for dinner.”

Harris shifted the bag of groceries in his arms. “Was that your plan all along?”

Darcy nodded. “Yes.”

“Then why did we go grocery shopping?”

“I was luring you into a false sense of security, nutritionally speaking.” She did a little spin, enjoying the way her skirt flared around her knees. The bags in her hands bumped against her legs as she stopped, facing him. “It was my devious plan.”

He grinned at her, his cheeks pink from the spring breeze. “With chicken breasts and frozen vegetables?”

“You didn’t suspect a thing,” Darcy pointed out. She threw her hands in the air. Harris ducked under her bags without missing a step. “My plan was a success!”

“We’re not eating peanut butter cups for dinner,” Harris said. But he was smiling when he said it.

“Maybe you’re not, but you’re not the boss of me, soooooooo…” She tipped her head in his direction. “Make me a better offer.”

“I don’t know,” he mused. “I mean, we could try eating real food and not spending the rest of the night curled up in the fetal position, praying for death as the sugar rush wears off.”

He had a pronounced cowlick right now. It was adorable. Darcy shifted both of her bags to one hand and reached out with the other. “You make it sound like a bad plan.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! So I was at a party tonight, and this woman told me this great story about how she met her husband. She was the PR person for the local university. He was the sports editor for the local paper. He kept getting the school's mascot wrong in articles, and she would have to call him every time to correct it, growing increasingly frustrated every time. This was one of those moments when all I could think was LARRY AU, LARRY AU.

oh my god, thank you so much for sending me this message! It just made me so happy and I love it.  Like, I love these actually people you met and I love it as a larry au!!!!!! 

I feel like it works both ways so well for larry that I can’t even really pick one. example:

Louis as the university PR person, grumbling to Niall about the mistake the first time it happens.  Waving the sports sectionaround and stabbing a finger at the picture of their mascot at a basketball game.  “What the fuck!!! look at this photo of Ferdinand!?!!  Look at this caption!!! A hawk???? A hawk??” (they are the falcons) And then like, because in this version louis is immediately over-frustrated, instead of increasingly, he’d call up the paper in a big huff and then immediately be disarmed by Harry’s calm, deep voice and seal bark laugh once he finally got him on the phone.  Then he’d flirt-email him a link to an article about the differences between Hawks and Falcons as soon as he got off the phone, thrilling at his own daring as he did it! And after like the sixth time Harry got it wrong, they would go on a date and after they got married they’d always collected both stuffed hawks and stuffed falcons. 

oh my god how killer, because opposite way around, Harry the PR guy calling, he’d be immediately disarmed by Louis’s voice, too!!  Like all flustered, and then like he’d get blushy when louis teased him, but also tease back.  oh my god and then seven or eight calls in, Harry finally loses it and is like “you just don’t care about our sports teams because we’re not division one! Well, tough! you live in this city too, Louis, you should know our mascot is a turtledove by now god damn it!” and then louis would ask him out.  

i’m just smiling a lot.  like i can also imagine either of them as the sports editor, starting to get it wrong on purpose and feeling like “oh no, my journalistic integrity!” but also “i need to do this flirting very bad!!!!” 

okay sorry i rambled so much.   

tea time for anon. prompt: meet the family


“we never see you anymore, big bro.” isabel blurts out. she’s sitting on the ramparts of the roof saddle style, leg swinging freely in open air.

“i have more responsibilities now.”

“sure.” furlan snorts, sitting to isabel’s side on the floor of the roof, a knife’s blade polishing between his fingers.

“fuck you, furlan.” levi spits, kicks up gravel that sprays into his lap.

“you’re always around the commander.” isabel chimes, sing songs it like a taunt, and it flairs levi to anger.

“like a dog.” furlan adds.

“like a little angry dog.” isabel giggles. levi squints his eyes, smacks furlan generously upside the head, and points a finger directly at isabel’s nose. furlan groans and rubs his head, and the two of them whimper. turning heel, he stomps away toward the door. “aw! come on, levi! we’re just messin’ with ya!”

“let ‘im go, bel. he’s got some shoes to polish.”

levi stops mid-step, twitches his head to the side and looks over his shoulder. “if it wasn’t for erwin, none of us would be alive right now.”

“you say that…”

levi turns, shoulders up to his ears. isabel and furlan are his family, the only two people in the whole world that can see and understand him… though a third is quickly coming to bloom. “you know damn well it’s true. stop being an asshole about it.”

“it’s because we avoided the rain storm–”

“it’s because we had him.” levi nearly shouts, but his voice is so smooth it strikes like a slick venom. “get your fuckin’ head outta your ass and realize that.”

“he tricked us.”

“not before we did first.”

“as if he ever was to begin with…”

the same fight as always. the strain between furlan and levi could only be distinguished as jealousy, and levi doesn’t care to understand why. they are his to protect and care for, and the best way he can do that is to follow erwin. what furlan’s deal is doesn’t fucking matter to him, as long as he’s still breathing to even have a problem at all. “he saved us then too.”

“he doesn’t give a shit about us. he gives a shit about you.” furlan says softly.

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General Audiences

  • New Year’s Dance - Secret Santa’s sequel [ Adrien swallows his nerves and asks Marinette to be his date to a New Year’s gala.


  • Stray Chat [ It’s going to primarily be an (older) Marichat and Adrienette fanfiction, and these two are going to be around each other nearly 24/7, (although they may not realize it) ]


  • Sleepwalking [ “The last thing he remembered was lying in bed, trying his best to finally fall asleep. He hadn’t slept well in a while, and once he actually managed to fall asleep, he usually woke up on the ground next to his bed, or dangling down from the side of it. His head always hurt when he was awake, and he felt more tired with each passing night.
    But none of this explained what he was doing here of all places. Adrien Agreste, the model and hero of Paris, was dressed in his leathery superhero suit, and he wasn’t inside of his own room either. How the hell did he get here?” ]


  • Tikki’s New Friend [ The dog was easily the height of his chest, and the young woman walking it could have only come up to his shoulder. But she was just cheerfully walking along beside the dog, chatting and laughing happily with a redheaded young woman. The dog was a big black beast—he didn’t know the breed then, nor did he particularly care, but it whined pitifully when its equally dark-haired owner paused to read a street sign. She just giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle its fur, and the giant’s tail wagged happily. ]


  • The Cat’s Out of the Bag [ Ladybug bolted through the school’s halls and slipped into an empty corridor before releasing her transformation and collapsing on the floor for a moment.
    Well, at least, she thought the corridor was empty, until she heard a gasp from further down.
    “Marinette? You’re… Ladybug?”
    In which Nino discovers Marinette is Ladybug and Alya discovers Adrien is Chat Noir. ]


  • A Stroke of Luck [ It was time for her to move on, she knew that. She was twenty-four, now a proud owner of her family’s bakery, and still hung up on the boy she had loved from a little more than ten years ago. No, that was wrong. She was still in love with the boys from back then. In which both Marinette and Adrien uncover a new layer of relationships. ]




  • TLC [ Adrien had a long day at work, but Marinette is the perfect remedy. ]


  • Appeler un chat un chat [ One night Chat Noir decides to make a joke about Adrien Agreste, and it just so happens to rub Ladybug the wrong way. But as their relationship becomes more awkward and confusing, Marinette and Adrien’s is just blossoming. ]



  • It’s Complicated [ Chat Noir wants to confess to Ladybug. Marinette wants to confess to Adrien. Somehow, things just keep spiraling out of control instead. ]



  • Someone To Hold On To [ Chat Noir finds himself looking for comfort in places more likely than he’d think. ]


  • Can I Get Your Name? - CoffeeShop!AU [ Every day, Adrien Agreste comes into Starbucks and orders a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle. And every day, Marinette makes it a personal challenge to give him a different nickname. Little does she know that this little bit of fun will reveal Adrien’s other identity - Chat Noir. ]


  • Marinette, the Teenage (Sassy) Witch - Magic!AU [ Meet Adrien. All he wanted to do was live his life being the most powerful wizard in the kingdom. Except he’s cursed and a cat. Meet Marinette. All she wanted was to summon her idol, Adrien Agreste, save him from whatever spell he’s surely under, have him fall in love with her, get married, and live happily ever after while also being heralded as the greatest witch to ever live. Instead, she gets a cat. ]


  • The Cat Goes… Meow? [ He shakily looked down in growing horror expecting to see gloved hands only to find adorable cat paws?! ]


  • Curiosity and Satisfaction - Enemy!AU [ When Adrien agreed to this line of work, he thought all his focus would be on the job of catching the elusive Lady Luck. It never crossed his mind that someone else would catch his attention. ]


Teen And Up Audiences

  • Once Upon a Marichat Marinette’s late night run in with Chat Noir has put her on high alert. It’s one thing to see him as Ladybug, but his stepping into her personal life seems a little bit much. As he continues to visit her at night, her friendship with Adrien grows by day. Her life as a superhero and normal girl are almost melding together, the exact opposite of what she wants. Will she be able to conquer her shyness and confront Adrien? Will she embrace Chat Noir and accept him in her normal life too? Will she be able to keep up the facade of “just Marinette” around them? ]


  • Secret Santa Adrien and Marinette get each others name in their class secret santa and the gifts have to be perfect. ]


  • Heartstrings [ one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them. ]


  • Obsession [ Miraculous has unintended side effects. A chance encounter leaves Chat Noir in Marinette’s magic hands. Scritch and scratch, this kitty has needs. ]


  • Glaze - Obsession’s sequel [ He watched her fade, right before his eyes, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. ]


  • Quiver - Obsession’s third part [ Spring in Paris, a time for flowers and love, for fashion and passion. But heated blood can lead to dangerous decisions and Adrien’s about to discover how hard things can be. Hawk Moth is on the horizon. ]


  • Complications [ Adrien feels lonely one night, so he decides to visit a certain classmate. Things spiral out of control from there. ]


  • I Know You [ So Chat gets bored and decides to visit his Princess, duet singing is the result. ]


  • Le Petit Soleil [ “Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a fiery ball of warmth in his dull, dull world and he wanted nothing more than to lazily stretch out in her light and soak it in.” ]



  • About Time - TimeTravel!AU [ What might happen when the lucky duo meets their future selves?
    Chat gets thrown into the future and meets a future Ladybug while his future self ends up in the past. It’s up to Ladybug to get these two cats back to where they’re suppose to be while avoiding spoilers.
    ]


  • Truthful Scars [ Adrien Agreste has never been an expert in controlling his emotions. When feelings for his classmate in pigtails begin to arise, he can’t stop himself from seeing her any chance he gets—even when wearing a pair of cat ears and a black tail. Although his affections are strong and true, he doesn’t exactly know how to deal with them, especially under the watchful eye of his father. After all, what’s a boy to do when he accidentally finds out that the girl he’s got a crush on returns his feelings? ]


  • Rooftop Rendezvous [ Marinette is perplexed by the presence of her partner Chat Noir… in her civilian life. Maybe getting to know him as Marinette could help her understand him better as Ladybug. ]


  • Gently Into the Night [ Even heroes need a pick me up sometimes. For Chat Noir, a certain Princess is just the remedy. ]


  • Check Yes Juliet [ He was never meant to hear it. It was just a wry observation during a particularly smooth battle with an akuma, one she hadn’t even realized she’d voiced until her partner in crime stiffened beside her. “If only asking out my crush was this easy.” ]


  • On Her Balcony at Midnight [ She looks like an angel, and although he knows he shouldn’t, that she could be in danger if anyone sees, he can’t stop himself. ]


  • Telltale [ It all starts with a simple injury, but slowly Ladybug begins to really see who Chat Noir is, and Adrien begins to see Marinette… ]


  • Two Truths and a Lie [ The game is simple enough: two truths and a lie. What’s less simple is what Chat and Ladybug learn after playing. ]


  • Just Practice [ “There’s something I’ve been meaning to… to practice. You’ll help me, won’t you, Chat?” When Ladybug asks for a favor, how can he possibly say no? ]


  • A Million Kisses and More [ Marinette couldn’t believe she was in this situation. One could argue it was thanks to Ladybug’s luck, but Marinette hesitated to label ‘making out with your longtime crush on a regular basis but always disguised as your superhero persona’ as exactly lucky. ]



  • Key Weapon Association for Managing Incidents - SecretAgents!AU [ It all began between two organisations with a history of rivalry. Marinette is recruited by K.W.A.M.I., a secret agent organisation who gives her the code-name ‘Ladybug’. As Marinette devles deeper and deeper into the world of K.W.A.M.I., many secrets will be revealed, and many relationships taut with stress. Whoever thought A.K.U.M.A. would be such a threat? ]


  • Drowing Shadows [ It was fate who drove them apart, and it was fate who brought them together again. Here he was opening old scars, and here she was covering them up again. ]




  • La Curiosité du Chat [ When both Marinette and Ladybug take a trip to China to visit family at the same time, Adrien finds it to be a coincidence that’s impossible to ignore. He’s determined to figure out if his suspicions are correct, but what’s a cat to do when his curiosity gets him into more trouble than he bargained for? Well, it’s complicated especially where feelings are concerned. ]


  • Sunlight, Firelight, Starlight [ Adrien knows he shouldn’t do it. Adrien knows that there will be consequences to this action and Adrien knows this is probably a bad idea but Adrien is not here on this rooftop, Chat is, and Chat is tired of staring up at the girl who hung the moon and wishing, and every fiber of his being is telling him to leave that behind and take the chance to do something with someone who is with him, on his level.
    So he does. ]


  • Pickup Lines [ She’d started to notice little changes out of the suit as of late. Each day she was getting a little stronger, a little faster, a little more agile. ]


  • The Night Patrol [ Ladybug and Chat Noir independently discover each others’ civilian identities, and start doing their own night patrols to secretly learn more about one another. In the process, they find themselves falling even harder for each other—but when they fight together, both feel compelled to pretend that they don’t know the truth. ]



  • I’m a Liar in a Way That’s Uniquely my Own [ “All the world’s a stage,” he purred. “I’m just the only one who can see it.” It shouldn’t have been possible for Hawk Moth to take Adrien. But then, they dealt with impossible things every day. ]


  • Won’t Tell a Soul - TurtleNino!AU [ Nino accidentally runs head long into the biggest most stressful secret he can imagine, but now that he knows the truth about Marinette he is determined to help her in any way he can. ]


  • Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time - UndergroundFighting!AU [ Marinette thought she had reached her capacity for speechlessness and idiocy in the face of sexy. That is, until she saw Chat Noir. ]


Mature

  • Unexpected Surprise [ He was looking at her and couldn’t believe his eyes. A small, blond girl, with emerald green eyes and some freckles scattered on her nose – a splitting image of his mother, except the freckles maybe. He didn’t remember her very well due to the fact that she died when he was still a tween but he studied every single picture they had of her and he knew every detail of her face and now he was watching her playing with her dolls at the park. Her name was Emma. Emma Dupain-Cheng, to be exact.


  • A Werecat in London [ After an unfortunate encounter with an akuma while in London on a business trip, Chat Noir is forced to deal with the unexpected consequences. Can Ladybug help him return to his normal self, or will he be stuck for the rest of his life getting in touch with his wild side? ]


Explicit

  • Satisfaction Brought It Back - BDSM!AU [ Most people rekindled friendships with people from high school over Facebook or Twitter. Most people met for coffee, shared pictures of their bratty children, and sent old friends Christmas letters once a year. Marinette was clearly not most people as she had somehow hooked up with her former high school crush on a bondage dating website and didn’t know it until he was standing in front of her with an identical look of bemused embarrassment plastered all over his pretty face.


Not Rated/Mixed


  • Lucky Strike [ There is so much more about Marinette than he usually sees, and Adrien is beggining to want to know even more. ]


  • Boutique [ In which Marinette opens an online store, Adrien is hormonal, and Alya is bae. ]



  • The Weight of Jade - Won’t Tell a Soul’s sequel [ A box with a bracelet appears at Nino’s home, but is he ready for what comes with it? ]
of tesco & boyfriends

SUMMARY: Dan and Phil decide it’s the right time to come out. Later, in Dan’s liveshow, fans ask them to kiss.
WORD COUNT: 2,170
WARNINGS: shameless fluff
A/N: so this fic is literally1,465 words longer than i thought it would be bc of the domestic intro and the liveshow. i also hope you like the edits bc i did them by myself. painstakingly slowly. remember my prompts are open here 
lowkey pulled inspiration from realityisnoplacetolive’s Problematic

Dan walked the long stairs to their apartment quickly, glad to be out of the harsh cold of the London air. He loved London and would hate to move, but sometimes he mentally cursed Britain’s strange ability to be constantly cold. Making his way quickly up the thousands of flights of stairs, he managed to make his way to their door. He looked momentarily behind him at their neighbor’s door, decorated with a wreath, and considered going out later to get one, but the harsh cold that had managed to chill him to the bone convinced him otherwise.

Dan pushed open the door and was greeted immediately with the smell of the fajitas that he and Phil had been making together when Phil realized they were out of fajita seasoning and given Dan puppy dog eyes that were unfortunately irresistible. Phil was very loudly singing along to Dan’s “C Word” music Pandora station. “Dashing through the snow! In a one horse open sleigh! O’er the hills we go! Laughing all the way!”

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N.O.I.S.E.S. (day 7)
 If You Ever Want To Be In Love by James Bay

I’m not waiting, but I’m willing if you call me up
If you ever want to be in love
I’ll come around

Wanted to ask if we could have been
But my tongue wouldn’t break the seal

raganne80  asked:

Prompt: “I’m not wearing that.”

For some reason this one inspired me to do kid!Clint


“I’m not wearing that.” With his arms obstinately crossed, Clint set his jaw in a stubborn line just to be sure Jacques knew how serious he was. 

Jacques’ brow arched and Clint’s mentor took measured steps towards him, the bright purple costume clenched in his hand. Clint stiffened as Jacques drew closer, but held his ground. Jacques could be a bastard and he wasn’t shy about raising his hand for punishment when he thought it warranted. 

But he wasn’t Phillip Jacobs. No stray backhand to the mouth for being a smart ass or sharp cuff to the back of the head for lack of focus would ever measure up to what Jacobs had put him through. Jacques thought Clint was intimidated by him because Clint let him think that. 

But Clint wasn’t afraid of Jacques, not even a little. 

Jacques’ hand settled heavily on the curve between Clint’s shoulder and neck, fingers tightening until the pain was there but it wasn’t debilitating. 

“You will wear this,” Jacques corrected firmly. “Or you won’t perform.” 

Clint glowered at him. 

“If you don’t perform,” Jacques went on, fingers still digging into Clint’s skin, “then the crowds will be disappointed. Then they won’t buy tickets and everyone at Carson’s will suffer for it. Do you really want to be responsible for that?” 

“You’re a bastard, Jacques,” Clint grumbled, snatching the new costume irritably out of his mentor’s hand. 

The Frenchman chuckled mockingly and patted the side of Clint’s face. Clint pulled away irritably. 

“Good boy,” Jacques mocked. 

Clint bit back the retort he wanted to fire back and stalked out of the tent. Jacques may not even be in the same league as Jacobs, but that didn’t mean Clint liked getting hit. 


“I like it.” 

Clint rolled his eyes and snatched the flashy mask out of Brit’s hands. 

“You would,” he shot back.

Brit chuckled at Clint’s expense and then softened. 

“I think you would too if you stopped to think about it.” 

Clint narrowed his eyes, meeting Brit’s gaze. 

“What do you mean?” he asked warily. 

Brit’s eyes lifted from where they were focused on Clint’s mouth and the acrobat motioned for the mask. Clint handed it over and watched warily as Brit circled behind him. He jumped when the mask suddenly settled over his eyes and frowned as Brit tied it in place. 

His friend circled back in front of him and waved a hand towards the mirror across the tent. Clint obediently stepped up to the mirror and stared at himself.

Blue gray eyes hidden beneath a flashy layer of purple and black. A block letter ‘H’ emblazoned on his forehead in bright, crisp white. 

“Behind a mask, you can be anyone you want,” Brit explained, stepping up behind him and looking at the reflection over Clint’s shoulder. 

“You mean I don’t have to be Clint anymore?” he asked quietly. He used his hands to sign the words as well, saving Brit from having to read his reflections’ lips.

Sometimes he wanted to leave Clint behind. Clint who jumped at unexpected touches. Clint who overcompensated his toughness with Jacques to prove to Jacques and himself that he wasn’t afraid of him. Clint who hated hundreds of strangers staring at him and leaving him nowhere to hide. Clint who still had nightmares about the bastard Phillip Jacobs and who childishly still wished for his parents to come back. 

Brit shrugged.

“I happen to like Clint, but if he wanted to take a break, with this mask and that costume you could become someone else for while.”

“Who?” 

Brit reached around and tapped the H on Clint’s mask. 

“I’m thinking Hawkeye is a good start, just as long as you don’t forget how amazing the kid behind the mask is.” 

Clint smirked. 

“How about The Amazing Hawkeye?” 

anonymous asked:

HELP! So I've been an avid sterek shipper for the past 2 years and they are definitely my self-proclaimed OTP, but recently, I have begun to lose interest in it, and I'm sadly becoming numb to it... is there anything I can do to respark that love for them???

//Anon, I am sorry to hear that :( Sometimes, that happens. We move on, even from things we love. But if you want to respark your love, I will try to help. 

The main thing I do to keep my love alive is to separate the pairing from the fandom and the show. That helps me the most. I love Stiles and Derek. Sure, I love TW and the other characters, but the reason I’m obsessed with anything is Sterek. I love Derek’s stupid face and his grumpy eyebrows and his tough exterior and his soft yet resilient interior. I love Stiles’ stupid face and his beautiful eyes and his ramblings and his idgaf attitude unless he loves you, and you better watch out if he loves you bc he will burn down the WHOLE WORLD to protect you.

Maybe you need a good fic. When I get on a string of blah fics, I lose interest. But a good fic, that period where you are pulled in and you can’t stop reading about these two idiots falling in love for the 239802394th time…it’s magical. I can rec you fics if you want, fics that make me love the pairing. Or you can go trope hunting, which is what I do a lot. I want…historical! I want sports! I want coffeeshops! I want college! I want kids! I want deputies, prostitutes, slaves, amnesia, magic!stiles, human!derek, high school…there are so many possibilities. Find fics instead of relying on rec lists. Read outside of your comfort zone. I think sometimes ppl get stuck reading only what they like and don’t branch out and find new fics that can be exciting bc it’s different. I read two fics recently that are not usually my thing. One had a lot of pot smoking, the other was hate sex/enemies to lovers. Neither are my tropes and I usually avoid them. But they were recced to me highly, so I gave them a try. And I LOVED both of them. They were different than what I usually read, but it helped me get excited and think about the pairing in a different way. Read a long fic, esp if you avoid them. I avoid long fics a lot of times bc I’m a slow reader and have limited time. But some of the best fics I’ve read are over 100k. Read short fics. I don’t read much under 10k, but there are some great short fics that can give you a quick fix.

I guess where I find the most feels for Sterek is when I think about them together in ways I want to see. I write fic, so I do this a lot, but I have friends who don’t write fic who come up with ideas all the time. I just love thinking about Derek and Stiles’ lives, in so many different ways. 

Like, I like to think about them being domestic, coming home from long days at work and bickering over who didn’t do the dishes the night before and what to watch after dinner. Taking baths together and washing each other’s backs and pressing each other against slippery bathroom walls and dropping to their knees to blow each other right in the shower. Derek helping Stiles keep from getting too obsessed with anything and practice moderation, and Stiles helping Derek learn to open up and accept that he deserves good things, like a partner and a house and a Pack and a family. Waking up together and snuggling together, maybe lazy morning handjobs while they’re kissing and don’t even care about morning breath. Derek being there with Stiles in the hospital when his dad goes in for something, and Stiles going to Derek’s family’s plots to put flowers on their graves. Derek sitting in the car while Stiles goes to his mother’s grave and refusing to listen as Stiles talks to her. Stiles and Cora ganging up on Derek when they play board games, watch television, choose a restaurant, or do anything really, but Derek doesn’t mind bc he loves that Cora loves Stiles and just stares in awe as Stiles interacts with her like he’s known her his whole life. He thinks about how his mother and father would have loved Stiles, and how he wishes his family could have known him. He thinks about Stiles laughing with Laura and running through the woods with his human siblings, imagines his mom watching them with tears in her eyes bc she’s so happy for them. Stiles sometimes hovers in the doorway when Derek and his father are standing in the kitchen cooking together, or sitting on the back porch drinking beers, or sitting in the living room watching baseball games. Stiles knows that Derek can sense him, but Derek never lets on, just keeps talking to the sheriff. And Stiles can see the love and pride that the sheriff has in his eyes when he looks at Derek, and there was a time he thought he’d be jealous, but he’s not jealous, oh no. He’s so fucking happy because he loves Derek so much and Derek deserves someone to be a father figure, even though he knows it’ll never replace his own father. But he sees the way Derek almost craves the sheriff’s touch on his shoulder, his approval, the way Derek’s chest almost puffs up when the sheriff calls him “son” and the way Derek just lights up when the sheriff hugs him. He never thought his dad would accept Derek, but he’s adopted him like a second son. And they grow old together, get gray and get wrinkles, and they’re still sneaking off to blow each other in public bathrooms and pulling over on the side of the road for a quick handjob at 50 bc if anything, they’re more in love at 50 than at 25, and they’re both in such good places, with adopted kids and a strong Pack and it’s good, and Derek’s accepted it.

Or maybe Derek shows up in DC after Stiles moves there for school. He’s there bc he’s been making his way across the united states and now he’s stopping in DC, and he catches Stiles’ scent on the street and thinks, no, this can’t be Stiles. But he follows it one day, and sure enough, sitting at a table on the quad of a college campus, surrounded by stacks of books and clicking away on a laptop is Stiles. And Derek watches him like a creeper and feels something he can’t put into words- is maybe too scared to put into words - and then he leaves bc he doesn’t want to disrupt Stiles’ life. But Stiles, of course, befriends the wolves on campus and ends up at a full moon pack party and guess who is there? Derek fucking Hale, all long limbs and Henleys and scruff and Stiles is just fucking angry, but happy to actually see him, so he acts cool and sarcastic, and the other wolves are confused about what’s going on, which is to say NOTHING about the confusion Derek and Stiles feel, and they aggressively snipe at each other for weeks when they HAPPEN to cross paths (bc Derek just happens to go to the coffee shop and public library near campus, and Stiles just happens to pester his wolf friends to invite him to things) and after weeks of being sarcastic shits and angry at each other, Derek ends up pressed against the brick wall in a side street bc Stiles pushed him against it and just kisses him stupid and they’re pretty sure they would have rubbed off on each other right there against the brick wall if someone hadn’t said something as they walked by. But they end up kicking out Stiles’ roommate and fucking each other into the mattress and Stiles doesn’t even care when his roommate comes back and gets an eyefull of Derek’s glorious ass bc he just tapped that ass all night long.

But maybe you want to think about them in AUs, like Derek as a baseball player and Stiles the batting coach, and they spend hours together training and have sweaty sex in the locker room. Or maybe they’re both turn of the century lords in fancy houses who need to get married bc it’s their duties, but they’re in love with one another so they’re sneaking around at London balls just to have a moment to kiss each other or to hold hands. Or maybe Derek is a mermaid and Stiles is a marine biologist who saves him from a net he’s been caught in, and Derek is terrified of him, but Stiles is like “dude, I just want to observe you for science!” and they fall in love as Stiles learns about merpeople but he never betrays Derek’s confidence, even when Derek introduces him to all his merfamily and Stiles could change science forever.

You may be ready to move on. You may pick up a new fandom or love, but you can still love Sterek. My first otp was Harry/Ron from harry potter, and I still love them though I’m not as active in the fandom.I still read fic sometimes. I’ve currently been obsessed with Downton Abbey and took a sterek reading/writing break, but I plan on writing again soon. Sometimes we need a breather just to renew our love.

Most of all, just remember that you love that grumpy werewolf and that rambling human, and despite all their bickering, they love each other and care about each other and will protect each other.

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Off with the masks

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fic editsFlour and Chocolate (ao3) by teaandtumblr - M, 145k

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.
Then he approached the display cabinet.
And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.
What. The. Fuck?
Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out. 

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Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

I fell in love with Over to Gravity Falls by skimmingmilk and syl-writes-stuff, and this is our love child. :D

No, but seriously that stuff is brilliant, go read it if you haven’t already! :^)

Bagginshield | Reincarnation fic

“What is that? In your hand?”

(I just know there’s a story behind these images, but I can’t write for the life of me, so feel free to add your headcanon)

title: when you’re not listening
summary: Luna misjudges the relationship between Bellamy and Clarke. In response to this post by @bell-clarke.


The sleeping quarters were modest: a long, narrow bed; a desk decorated with scattered papers and spilled ink; a small, circular window; a lit candle that bathed the room in a dim orange glow. It smelled of sea water and rust. The metallic odor burned at Clarke’s nostrils, distracting her from the fact that she wasn’t alone. 

There was a fine line, Clarke had found, between being honest and being appreciative. It turned out, that Clarke’s honesty had struck Luna, who was under the impression that a romantic entanglement existed between she and Bellamy, as ungrateful complaint.

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I wish I could tell you-

…that home was never a place for me. It was your arms, your warmth and the laughter and softness in your eyes when you looked at me.

…that you were always enough. Enough for your people, enough for your family, enough for me – we never wished you had been different. You were perfect, with all your imperfections.

…that you were beautiful. It was the gray in your hair and the scars on your body; the hum of your voice and your laughter in the air; the touch of your fingers and gentleness of your lips.

…that you were powerful beyond imagining. Your embrace could soothe the demons inside; your voice could conjure stories of ages long past. Fighting those demons together made us stronger and although they never left, they became easier to bear.

…that you were always worthy. No one ever doubted you as much as you doubted yourself and you did better by us than you ever thought you did. You were good. You were worthy.

…that I will never forget. This I swear – as long as I live, they will know. They will know about the king they lost, the friend, the uncle, the brother. And in thousands of years they will still speak your name as a ward against the shadow and there will be nothing left but love.

This I swear.

when dreaming ends

The Moulin Rouge AU, for intolerablystruck (who asked for someone to write this and I volunteered (as tribute - this fic about killed me) and all I have to say now is - if I burn, y'all are burning with me). Don’t need a working knowledge of the movie to make sense of the fic, but if you do have a working knowledge of the movie - 
You know. You know
So, enjoy, or something. 

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when will i begin to live again?

            Killian leaves London because—

            Well. Let’s start at the beginning.

            In the beginning:

            He moves to London for love.

            Not because he’s in love; he’s never been in love. No, he moves to London for the spirit of love. For the revolution—the Bohemian one, not the one his brother fought in. He moves to London to defend the rights of truth, beauty, freedom, and, above all things, love.

            (His brother fought for king and country and he supposes freedom, too, but he fought with gunpowder and cannons. Killian hopes to make his mark with a pen, in ink, not blood.)

            He moves to London in the spring, for Love, not in love; in love with the idea of love, but had thus far gone through his twenty odd years without experiencing the feeling firsthand.

            (His brother calls him a fool, tells him he’ll catch his death, starving over his typewriter or—worse—will take up with a dancer or woman from a brothel, will die of a broken heart or syphilis. “Nothing good can come from this,” he’d said. “We’ll see about that,” he’d replied.)

            He takes up residence in a little flat, nothing more than the clothes on his back and his typewriter, sets out to write, to think, to feel

            Only to find that he hasn’t anything to write about.

            (Yet.)

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To Seize the Moment Part 10

Summary: Due to a cultural miscommunication, Shepard and Garrus wind up proposing to one another. To both their surprise, neither of them wants to take it back.  (Shakarian, rated M.)

[Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: Part 4: Part 5: Part 6: Part 7: Part 8: Part 9: Part 10: Part 11: Part 12 ]

She woke up a bit sore and a lot satisfied, her head lazily buried at the edge of Garrus’ cowl. It was oddly softer than usual. She opened her eyes.

He’d put his undersuit back on – must have been cold, she thought. Poor baby. His mandibles were flickering in his sleep, and she smiled as she slowly extracted herself from his grip.

Or tried to.

“Mmph.” He gripped her tighter. “Stay.”

“I’m on duty in an hour.” She murmured, and was immediately silenced by a turian tongue persistently lapping at her mouth.

“Garrus,” she said – or tried to say, it came out more like Gabbus – as he growled and kissed her harder.

“Just married. They’ll understand if you’re late.” This time, she pulled an arm across his cowl and pulled him closer.

His omni-tool beeped with the ringtone he used for incoming comms and he groaned.

“Dammit.” He bent lower, kissing her neck.

“Are you going to get that?”

“Busy.” He growled.

She ran a hand through his fringe. “You should see who it is. What if it’s Solana or your dad…?”

He pushed himself up on one arm and threw on his tunic. “Okay. But if it’s Joker asking me for roleplaying scenarios, you owe me.”

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