i want to post this now before people start getting busy for the holidays

Wings of Butterflies

A/N: Adele believes in trilogies, I believe in pentalogies. This is the fifth and final installment to Rotation (I mean it this time). 

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain //

Who knew the South of France could be boring?

Neither the wine nor the men, either the beaches or the crystal clear water could interest you. Your family knew something was up with you, your brother even attempting a heart-to-heart one night to pry deep into the corners of your mind to understand why you weren’t your happy, bubbly self. Even Harry’s family had taken notice, his sister struggling to get more than three word answers from you, either via text or in person, over the last few months.

But you stayed mum. You hadn’t much to say anyway. You’d done a lot of growing, a lot of thinking, since Harry had left you all alone.

If life were divided into chapters, the night he came round and the morning he left made for a very distinct Ending and Beginning.

Harry hadn’t been able to ignore you for much longer than a week. Not because of your persistence—no, you hadn’t reached out to him again since the day he all but vanished from your bed—but because guilt kept gnawing at his conscious every time he looked at his phone. He’d read all the texts—and saved them, too—stared at the missed call notifications, but he hadn’t brought himself to listen to the voicemail you’d left late that evening. He hadn’t mustered up the courage, and he was disgusted with himself for it.

So, with a deep breath, he listened to the message. Better a week late than never, right?

You were crying; well, sobbing was more accurate. You didn’t say anything at first, probably not realizing the recording had clicked on as you choked in search of air. Once you settled down, you laid into him with a few choice words—all of which he agreed with—but it wasn’t the name calling that stuck with him or the way you hoped to never see him again that plagued him with regret. It was your final word, your final question, that haunted him.


Because there were a million reasons why and none of them excused him for being such a dickhead. And that made him angry, very angry, because there weren’t many situations he found himself completely lost in, unable to navigate the waters, yet here he was drowning in your tears without a buoy or damn life preserver in sight.

So he called.

And, despite being in the library studying for an exam, you answered. You hesitated at first, the stitches holding together your heart pulling at the seams with the sight of his name and his face across your screen, but answered nonetheless.


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happy new year! sorry for not posting anything new in so long, i’ve been super busy with school and the holidays, but i managed to find some time over the past few days to write this one. enjoy!


ashton irwin & y/n
word count - 3883
warnings - sexual content, language


You were already regretting the words you had let slip out of your lips.

“You’re joking right?” Ashton asked. “You have to be joking.”

You couldn’t read his tone; and if he was about to start mocking you, you really weren’t in the mood.

“Just forget I said anything,” you said. You attempted to clamber to your feet; but before you even really had the chance to move, Ashton grabbed your wrist.


“Ash,” you said, trying to sound as stern as possible. “I said forget it.”

He held your gaze for a moment, before his face broke into a grin. “Seriously Y/N, where the hell have you been finding the guys you’ve been fucking?”

You thumped him on the arm. “Ashton!”

“What?” he laughed. “I just want to know where my best friend has been picking up these losers that haven’t been able to make her cum.”

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend Pt.2 (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by yoongichii

Originally posted by recked

Part 1

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing

You groaned at another dad joke Yoongi has made “God stop they’re awful” you whined and sat up on the platinum white bed sheets looking at the older boy.

It has been a week since the accident and the doctor said you could be let out today. Although with the occasional disappearing to other deaths, Yoongi has been by your side the whole time.

“Wait I’ve got another one” you groaned at his voice and plopped back down in the position you were in before. “Whats brown and sticky?” he chuckles not able to finish the joke.

“You’re scaring me” you whisper not wanting to people to hear your voice. Over time you’ve learnt that only you could see him but when he wants to be seen by others he can be seen by others.

“A stick!” he gasps for air clutching his stomach for dear life, you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. You’re feelings for him were growing stronger, at this point he was but a child’s crush to you, and that’s how you wanted it to be.

 “Miss Y/L/N, How are you on this fine morning?” The doctor strolled in grabbing out his stethoscope and checking your heart beat, you keep looking at Yoongi who is still laughing but this time he falls out of his chair causing you to let out one big laugh.

“Miss Y/L/N are you alright?” the doctor looked concerned and stared at you, all you could do was bite your lip and nod.

“Well looks like you’re free to go. I’ve done all the paper work so you can walk right out of here” He smiled and practically skipped out the door.

“What do you wanna do?” Yoongi asked, hands in his pockets as the two you wandered out of the hospital. 

“I know what I’m doing” you waved your hands getting a taxi’s attention, luckily one rolled in right next to where you were standing “I’m going back to my dorm to get ready for my classes” you smiled up at him.

As soon as your butt touched the seats you sighed, ‘Being around Yoongi is hard work’ You thought to yourself and looked back to see he wasn’t there. 

Unfazed you turned back around to see him sitting right next to you. Holding your hand up to your heart you breathed in an out in hopes of steadying your heart beat.

“What the hell? Why can’t you leave me alone for two god damn seconds?” you whispered. The old man was too busy listening to his music to care. “I told you, I’ll be with you until you say yes” he smirked and rested his head against the seat.

You pulled up to your university and walked in the direction of the dorms. As you were walking you noticed girls watching your every move and gasping, “He’s so hot” you heard one girl bicker “I’ve never seen him before in my entire life” another said fanning herself.

You groaned and stopped in your tracks “They can see you can’t they?” you asked, “Of course babe” he swung his arm around you and continued walking. 

“Why can they see you?” you pushed his arm off of your shoulder and continued walking “I want everybody to know that you’re mine” he smiled and again placed his arm around you.

“Y/n!” Mi Na screamed and engulfed you into a big hug “I missed you!” it was the end of summer holidays so you didn’t miss out on much. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital” Mi Na rambled on.

When she was finished she went back to her desk and started to place books down. You started to hang photos up on walls and place all of your clothes into the dresser, that was until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist.

You screamed and jumped forward Mi Na looked up “What is it?” it was clear that this time Yoongi had become invisible again. “Nothing, I just thought I saw something” you said smiling.

“Hey, why don’t we get some coffee?” Mi Na asked.

After ordering you couldn’t help but stare at the cashier and he couldn’t help but stare at you. 

“Ugh! You’re so pretty it’s unfair” Mi Na groans scrolling through your latest Instagram posts. “I’m really not Mi Na, You’re the one who’s got a boyfriend.” you sighed grabbing your coffee.

Before walking out the door you see something scribbled on the lid ‘You are BEAUTIFUL’ it wrote, along with a number, you looked back to find the cashier staring at you smiling.

Whilst this was all going on, you didn’t notice a young man who was right beside you. Jaw clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears he was ready to beat that guy to a pulp.

“Ah Y/n I gotta go, my mums freaking out about my little sister. She isn’t home yet and wants me to go look for her” Mi Na says running off into the night air.

“Are you really going to call him!?” Yoongi shouts, stumbling over some rocks. “Maybe, Maybe not?” you say smiling. “You’re my girl, I don’t want you to” he says stopping right in front of you.

“I’m not your girl Yoongi but nice try” you patted him on his chest and walked around him. 

“Why don’t I call him now?” You ask wriggling your eye brows giggling, “Give me the phone” Yoongi runs after you, you quickly go into the woman’s public toilets and dial the number.

“I swear to God Y/n” Yoongi screams outside of the small building. “Hello?” you hear a deep voice coming from your phone “Hi” is all you could say. Your knees weak, you sat down on the toilet making sure the lid was closed before you do.

“Who’s this?” he asked “It’s the girl from the coffee shop, I believe you called me beautiful?” you asked. “Ahhh Girl From the Coffee Shop, how are you?” he asks. 

“I’m good and yourself Mr. Cashier From the Coffee Shop?” he laughed “Mr Cashier From the Coffee Shop? I like it.” He paused once again, this time you heard Yoongi singing like a drunken man.

“Oh my baby, won’t you please come out. I’II buy you diamonds and sweets Oh won’t you come out” He laughed and banged on the door. You covered the phone and whispered yelled “Yoongi shut the hell up or I’ll never say yes!” soon he was quiet, ‘That shut him up’ you thought.

You pressed your ear back to your phone and listened.

“But you must know…my name is Jin”


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When it comes to capturing moments that give you all the feels, Sam Desantis has it on lock. The way that Sam captures raw moments in time and turns them into nostalgic memories is insanely inspiring. We can’t get enough of her moody “blue” photos and can’t wait to see SXSW through her lens as she captures the festival as a guest blogger for Vans Girls. Follow along all week on the Vans Girls blog and Instagram and get lost in Sam’s photography…

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Chapter IX | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - My Girl by The Temptations

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter, again, because the app is still being a dick)

Word Count - 4150…ish

“You are literally,” Eden spoke as she grabbed a glass and poured herself some of the Strawberry Daiquiri pitcher in the middle of the table, “the sixty fifth person to say that and I’m listening to everybody like I’m the only one who never saw it actually coming.”

“Eden, the world and its dog saw this coming.”

“I don’t like this,” she furrowed her brows and had a playful pout on her lips.

“You are blind. Nobody could miss the way he looked and still looks at you.”

“Really that obvious this whole time, huh?”

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700 Followers Celebration!

Okay, so while I was busy reaching my nano word count, I hit the 700 follower milestone.  So, to celebrate, I decided to go ahead and give you guys a sneak peek at SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT (the larch)

Okay, not completely different.  It’s still Tomarry.  But it’s not from any of the other wips I’ve ever posted.  It was something I originally intended to be a oneshot holiday fic of some sort, but I never finished it.  So, have 1k of Harry freaking out about introducing Tom to his parents.

Harry took a deep breath, gripping the hand of the man sitting beside him and trying to keep himself calm.  His leg bounced up and down while he used his teeth to worry a loose piece of skin on his bottom lip.

The hand that he had wrapped in his own somehow managed to escape his grip and made it’s way to the leg in question, pressing down firmly on Harry’s thigh.

“Harry,” the man driving the car said, “Calm down.”

Harry didn’t bother biting back a slightly strangled chuckle.

“Calm down?  How the hell can I you ask me to calm down?” Harry said, hoping his voice wasn’t as strained as it sounded to his own ears.  “You don’t understand.  You haven’t met my family.”

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#51 thank you so much! 💞💞

I hope you like this one! Thanks for sending in the request! And sorry it took this long. This Harry Little also answers a makeshift request for this *post*  for @tomhardy-harrystyles Hope you both like it! More writing is on the way…promise. I hope you all had a lovely holiday and have a wonderful new year! 💕  😘

Prompt: ‘Babe…we have a whole hour for ourselves.’ and ‘When you just tried to suck his dick just as he was about to go on stage and he knows he’s going to fuck the soul out of you later.’

[23] Someplace warm.  

She’s nearly always half an hour late. A quarter of an hour late is a miracle, early for her even. Harry has gotten used to this by now. S’why he tells her to get there twenty minutes before everyone else is supposed to. Both will arrive at the same time. Her and everyone else.

It isn’t that she likes being late. Hates it even. Making an entrance, fashionably late and all that.

‘Wasn’t my fault this time,’ she sighs against his shoulder at the house party they both were supposed to throw. It is their new house. ‘Was this massive parade of people by the park and they shut down nearly half of the blue line—’

He just grins and she sighs a smile before he kisses her. Because he knows how crowded Finsbury Park gets in the summer and how the tube has been suffering some delays recently. And he doesn’t care because she’s here now. And he’s hardly ever timely, not with a schedule like his, always overflowing with commitments. So he doesn’t find it fair to be upset about this one.

She’s quite proud of herself today she must admit. She’s made it before he took the stage. Usually, she’s got to run right to her usual spot at the side of the stage because he’s already started the set. He finds her there always though.

Today, she’s managed to get there and spend a whole hour with him before his show. She (or he for that matter) doesn’t quite know how but she’s here.

They’ve got to plan their winter holiday. She’s brought options. He’s lucky if he can get her for three days in a row nowadays. But he’s blocked out twelve days in his schedule this month for the sole purpose of spending time with her, far from here straight after Christmas. He doesn’t mind where but she’s brought options. She wants someplace warm. He wants what she wants.

‘Love,’ he whines. ‘We’ve got a whole hour to ourselves, this hardly ever happens and—’

‘M’not fucking you.’ She interrupts looking back down at her phone. He laughs loudly planting a kiss on her cheek.

‘This is how you wanna spend the hour then?’

‘It is,’ she nods. ‘Miss talking and arguing with you. And we need to get this sorted.’

‘Alright,’ he pulls her onto his lap. ‘Go on. M’listening.’

‘You’re not being a help.’ She groans. ‘I nearly ran here to make sure we’d have the time to discuss this. There won’t be another time to discuss this because you leave tonight and I stay here remember?’

They really don’t have much time to discuss and decide. He’s got his last show in London tonight and that’s that. She won’t see him until he’ll be back for Christmas or until they’re packed and ready for holiday. And she doesn’t want to do this over the phone like everything else. She wants to see his face, his excitement line up with hers as they imagine twelve days of doing absolutely nothing. Harry’s already daydreaming about turning his phone off or forgetting it somewhere.

‘Could care less where we go.’ He pushes her hair off her shoulder to leave kisses along her neck.

‘M’never this early!’ She whines. ‘Can’t believe I ran here for nothing.’ She mumbles. ‘Literally tore through all of London—’

‘Proud of you.’ He grins into her cheek. He loves having her here, he’s glad she ran. He knows she’s busy, tearing through her last bit of school work and exams. He knows she’s just run out of a lecture to get here. She didn’t tell him that because she knows he gets angry with her but he knows.

He also knows from her friends that she’s taken a few of her exams early to be able to spend these extra days in London with him. He was hardly home this month and she doesn’t see her actions as sacrifices at all. They’re not in the same city often so she’s willing to work around a lot to see him. Even if it’s just for a few hours, she’ll do everything she can to get all the hours with him. Maybe that’s why she’s always late to everything. She’s juggling him and the parts of her life that don’t include him.

‘What are you leaning towards?’ She leans into him as he lays back against the couch.

‘Just pick a place and I’ll show up.’

‘That’s nice of you.’ She grins insincerely.

‘M’looking forward to it princess you know I am.’ He really is. He’s counting down the days. The place doesn’t matter to him at all. So long as she’s there it’ll be exactly what he needs.

‘Someplace warm?’ She mumbles against his chest.

‘Someplace warm.’ He agrees and that’s the most she’s heard from him about this decision. Progress is being made. ‘Really really far from here. M’sick of being cold.’

‘Hate wearing layers.’ She shudders. ‘M’sick of big scarfs and rain boots.’

‘M’gonna have you on a beach wearing absolutely nothing aren’t I?’ He smiles at the thought.

‘You won’t be seeing me in anything or nothing if we can’t decide on a place.’ She whispers but he just turns her to him to fully straddle him.

‘If you’re there s’all I need from a holiday.’ He assures her.

At first she’s just absentmindedly tugging at his shirt. But then she’s fiddling with the buttons of his shirt and before he can stop her from getting them all she’s done just that. She thinks she’s stressed. She just needs to plan this right and with him so it can be what they both need. They’re both suffering withdrawals. She’s always missing him and it’s an awful feeling to have. It’s so heavy and she’s only got one set of shoulders. She sighs sliding off his lap only to sink down to her knees between his legs. Then she’s anything but subtle with the way she’s tugging at this belt. Getting it loose so she can pull him out and—

‘Now you remember!’ He groans loudly. ‘Was begging you to twenty minutes ago!—Had the whole fuckin hour to suck me off.’

Harry’s girl has a tragic sense of timing. She really does.

‘M’giving you a sneak preview of your winter holiday.’ She smiles up at him. ‘That is if we have one. But if we can’t pick a place then this is all it’ll be wont it?’ She tugs down his jeans just enough and whether he knows it or not he’s already leaned back and surrendered to her.

He’s not really in the right headspace to compare Thailand to Bali now is he? But she too isn’t really thinking about destinations anymore. This is just about missing him she thinks. She’s waited so long for a long holiday with him and even though it’s just around the corner…that’s still too far off. She just misses her boy.

‘I’ve got—got to be on in two minutes.’ He says urgently.

‘You’re mine first.’ She looks up at him. She does mean it, but she knows he’s got parts of him scattered for everyone. And that’s always been hard to admit but so long as he saves a piece of him for her. He recognizes that look in her eyes as she continues. Mostly because he wears the same one when he’s this way with her.

He’s breathing deeply now, ‘Fuck—you can’t be serious—’

This isn’t a back room or a hidden one either. Nor is it a hideaway in a hallway. This is literally out in the open. On one of the couches where handlers and assistants pass by all the time. There will be people coming through here any second to fetch him.

She might have just thought the same thing because she’s working quickly. She nearly moans with him when she gets her mouth on him. Just the sight of him made her whimper.

‘Shit!—’ His body nearly shudders when her mouth wraps around him. The warmth of her mouth jolting him, the familiar yet always perfect feeling of her mouth startles him every time.

He’s hardening in her hand, the tip of him wet and coated as she teases it against her lips. She keeps her eyes on him and he’s panting as he looks right back at her with blown out eyes. He’s cupping her face as she works, skimming his thumb over her hollowed cheek.

He watches as her soft lips slide over him, back and forth tortuously. He’s nearly whimpering now, his hand clenched tightly at her hair as she continues. His cock is red now, pulsing and dripping. She’s properly sucking on his head, knows just where to flick her tongue and Harry is nowhere else but here with her.  

He can barely keep his eyes open as he watches her. Watches her lick under him before taking him all again. He nearly chokes as her throat tightens around the tip of him. ‘Fuck!—so good love—Christ!’ He’s loud now, he knows he is too but he’s powerless.

He gasps sharply, a low grunt leaves him when she does it. Does something new that he’s never felt before. His eyes fly open, blinking rapidly as he moans loudly.

His hips are bucking whether he wants them to or not, he’s lost control over every part of him. All of him is in her hands…mouth. He’s nearly squirming as he rocks into her. His hold on her is so tight his knuckles have whitened. He just needs to hold onto something.  

His breaths are scattered and choppy, the curses that leave his mouth are broken and splintered. But he’s got to tell her, somehow, to keep fucking doing that.

‘That, that! Do that! Fuckin Christ!—’

‘Told you I wanted to show you what you’ll be getting—’

‘Do it again!’ He all but shouts. ‘Don’t stop,’ he groans.

His vision goes blurry when she adjusts herself to obey him, raises her head slightly to take down all of him. Only pulling off to let her tongue glide across the slit of him again and again as her hand works him.

That look she recognizes floods his features. His eyes flutter shut as his head falls back, his neck strained. His mouth open, impurities slipping from it. He’s out of it but he’s coherent enough to hear people getting louder, coming this way.

‘Christ!—Love—love you’ve got to stop—I—’

If it were up to her she wouldn’t have stopped even if someone were to walk by. But she does, for his sake. He’s built quite the professional reputation and she doesn’t want to tarnish that for him. But they should know about that one time he fucked her with a hand over her mouth between takes. (She’d surprised him is all, he didn’t know she was coming to see him filming and he had to show her how happy he was to see her.)

Nonetheless, she does stop reluctantly. She doesn’t want to stop tasting him, she doesn’t want to stop making him feel this good (neither does he.) His eyes don’t leave hers when she slides her lips off him, still wet, hard and pulsing. The sight is just as filthy as the one with her sucking him. Her lips are much redder than they were before, plumper too and they’re wet from him as well.

When she hears the nearing footsteps again she tucks him back into his jeans because she knows he doesn’t have the head to do it. She does so gently but he hisses still at the sensitivity. He’s hard, really hard and leaking. He’s panting, dizzy from his incomplete orgasm as she buttons his shirt back up barely.

Even though he’s sure he’s shaking, dizzy too he’s got to stand back on his feet. He’s on now and he hasn’t even gotten his mic put on him yet. He’s thirsty now too, he feels as though she’s just about sucked it all from him.

‘How—what the fuck was that!’ He whispers loudly into her ear. ‘Explain yourself.’

‘S’abit cruel wasn’t it?’ She grins. ‘It is. Having you walk out like that now.’

‘You think you know cruel?’ He thumbs over her wet lips. ‘You really don’t,’ He brings her close to him by the loops of her jeans. ‘But you will.’ He walks off looping his belt back in, leaving her with a smug grin.

He won’t be able to think about anything else for the next hour and a half. The way she did that, fuck he can’t even explain it. He just knows how it felt. And he needs it again. He doesn’t know when or how the fuck she learned that because he didn’t teach her that.

He returns to her when he’s got his mic on a minute before he’s got to go on. She’s still got that look in her eyes, that knowing one.

‘Finish this last handful of shows so you can come lay on a beach with me already.’ She buries her head into his neck.

‘Promise.’ He kisses her forehead.

‘Finish this one too, as fast as you can,’ She grins. ‘Bring that cock back to me. S’mine.’ She whispers and he inhales deeply against her before biting down on her jaw.

‘Go,’ she smiles. ‘Go be good.’ She runs her fingers through his already styled hair.

‘You’re gonna wait right here,’ he says sternly. ‘For me.’

‘Mmm.’ She hums. ‘I’ve got to be good too then.’

‘Do you know how?’ He smirks. Because the way he sees it, he spends more time punishing her than rewarding her lately. She has a thing for pressing his buttons. Just the right ones.

‘Teach me.’ She whispers.

‘You are,’ he pushes her back to the wall behind her. ‘The fuckin worst.’ She’s playing a devious game that he can’t play now, win or even complete.

‘Am I?’ She grins. ‘Is that what you think of your girl who’s just took all of you down her thr—’

‘The fuckin worst.’ He repeats.

‘Go on,’ she urges him to his awaiting crowd. ‘Off you go.’

‘If m’honest I pity you a bit.’ He lifts himself off of her, backing away from her. She thinks she’s so smart and Harry can’t wait to rip into her and get that smug grin off her gorgeous face.

‘Why’s that?’ She grins folding her arms across her chest.

‘Because of what’s coming for you after m’done.’ He answers before taking a sip of water from the bottle handed to him. ‘Stay put.’

Friendzoned M.C - chapter 1

Originally posted by cliffxrdsloveaffair

Summary: Nyla thought a trip to Bali with her best friend was all she needed to escape her problems but she didn’t know that things are always complicated. Even in a tropical destination with your best friends, things can get pretty heated. In good ways and in bad.

A/N: I did say this in my previous post but this fanfic is really long and it’s kinda crappy buuut there’s some cute Michael fluff and smut in here so if you hate most of it I hope you like the fluff + smut. Also the way Crystal is written in this book is no way what I think of her in real life, I think her and Michael are really cute and I do ship them together as a couple.

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The Underground Ch8

So… I wanted to have this done yesterday. But this chapter got a bit… out of hand. It got so long, in fact, that I’m breaking this out into two chapters (I’m very grumpy about this but this was getting absurdly long).

This is extremely long, so make yourself a cuppa tea and settle in. If you make it through this whole chapter, you should get a fucking medal or something. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, NO MORE HIATUS! I’m back! Xx

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She fell back into a routine fairly easily now that she was back in London. Though Lily would also be the first to admit that her days were starting to feel tragically empty now that she didn’t have a dissertation to work on.

She’d started applying for jobs the moment she’d gotten back on British soil, but the job hunt was more annoying than she’d ever anticipated, and she was kicking herself for not applying earlier. It was the week before Christmas, and even though she didn’t actually expect anything to come along this close to the holiday, she was getting incredibly antsy. As such, she’d taken to complaining about it to Marlene as often as she could get away with to relieve some tension.

“I mean,” Lily took a drag of her tea that Wednesday afternoon, an iced bun in her hand, and copies of her CV and many, many job adverts strewn across their coffee table, “I don’t want to work for Boris Johnson, but I want to work for the Foreign Office.”

She’d worked for the Foreign Office for a few years right after leaving uni in a few policy positions, examining things like bland consular matters until they eventually realised she wasn’t a complete prat and moved her to teams looking at more complex issues, like nuclear nonproliferation policy and environmental policy. She’d left, perhaps stupidly, after the end of her third policy appointment to get her degree, but she’d always known she wanted to return to the office. It was negotiating the level she wanted to return at that was proving more difficult than she’d anticipated. She was qualified, certainly, to enter in as the head of a policy team or something equally advanced, but being out of the office (and the country) for so many years meant that most of her contacts were either stationed abroad (something she wasn’t looking at just yet) or they worked for foreign governments.

Marlene laughed, set down the job posting she’d been reading and cocked her eyebrow at Lily, “Unfortunately, they’re kind of one and the same at the moment, love.”

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The Way Home (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: language, angst, fluff?

A/N: I’m not really sure if this is good or not, because I have been a mess over Carrie and now her mama. Can’t even believe it. Hug all your loved ones tonight. Anyways, this is definitely my the most angst I’ve ever written in my entire life. Part seven will be the last part! As always, thank you for reading!

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My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Slow burn Yuri/Otabek with demi!Yuri and lots of texting as a belated birthday present for for @limitlessmonster. [Read on AO3]

Yuri grows up, grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.

Texting with Otabek, when it first happens, is fortunately not something anyone bothers to comment on.

While Yuri is not as much of a social media addict as he could be, when he is not on the ice he is instead glued to his phone, like any self-respecting teenager should be.

And it’s not like Yuri has never texted with people before. There’s Yuuko, and some other skaters still in the Junior division, classmates from Russia, even though he never exactly considered any of them his friends. It’s just that, with Otabek, Yuri is actually smiling down on his phone.

“Oh, Yuri, you’re smiling?” Mila had asked once, curiously cocking her eyebrow at him.

“Funny cat video,” he had told her, making to hold out his phone to her, “Do you wanna-?”

Luckily, she had immediately made herself scarce then. Everyone knew that once Yuri started pulling out the cat videos he didn’t stop until he ran out of battery.

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ronnie-lodge  asked:

bellarke + 'I originally followed you on Instagram bc you’re hot and I’m thirsty but now I’ve developed actual feelings for you bc you’re a genuinely good person’ HAPPY FUTURE HOLIDAYS!!! and thanks 🙈

Clarke’s original reasons for following Octavia’s brother were far from pure, but she thinks it would be hard for anyone to figure that out. After all, she found out about his Instagram because Octavia posted a picture of the two of them with the caption: Finally got my dork brother on Instagram (and in Boston!!), everyone follow @theblakemistake.

If anyone asked, she was just following orders. It was not at all that he was really, really hot. No one could prove otherwise.

Especially when she keeps following him through the rocky first weeks of his Instagramming. Given how Bellamy Blake looked–broad shoulders, tan skin, toothpaste-commercial smile, artfully mussed hair, topped off with a pair of black hipster frames and a generous sprinkling of freckles–she assumed Octavia’s descriptor of “my dork brother” was just a little sister teasing.

But Bellamy’s inaugural Instagram post is a picture of a plant Clarke can’t identify with a truly dorky caption:

Things @octaviathefirst (am I doing that right) made me get today:

1. Instagram account
2. Plant

I figure I might as well use the first to monitor the second and see which one dies first.

And then he actually lists information about the plant. Like how many leaves it has and its color and the dampness of the soil. It is not at all what Clarke was expecting, but she finds herself actually kind of looking forward to his daily plant updates. His captions are fun, and he is really worried about his ability to keep the thing alive, which is really endearing.

After a week and a half of that, he finally posts another picture of himself, wearing pajamas and holding an orange kitten. Which is exactly the content Clarke was looking for. That’s what she’s about.

So, it’s come to my attention (s/o to @octaviathefirst) that I’m “doing it wrong” and just posting pictures of my plant is “boring and sad.” So I guess people on Instagram like cats? That’s what I’m getting. Anyway, this is Hermes, he’s an asshole.

PS: I’m still doing the plant updates.

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Writing Jewish characters, and what to avoid

Anonymous said:

Do you have any advice for writing a Jewish character? Maybe a list of things to absolutely avoid doing?

Before I launch into the list of things to avoid, I want to say that the reason I love this blog so much is that they’re always responding to “how to write an X character” posts with “make sure they’re well-rounded outside of just that.” In other words, write a Jewish character so distinct that you could have two Jewish characters and they’d be different enough from each other that the reader could tell them apart.

I’m not saying you have to have two Jewish characters, just that if you have two Jewish lesbians in the same story, for example, then you can’t fall back on “Jewish” or “lesbian” as a way of defining the character and have to start building an actual personality. The book I’m writing now has three Jewish lesbians, plus a bisexual woman, and they have different interests, histories, outlooks, and roles in their world.

Read things by Jews. Try to stay away from anyone who seems to be too self-hating or “antisemisogynist”, i.e. that thing where Jewish men criticize Jewish women, which is dangerous because their intra-community misogyny gets picked up by the Gentile (non-Jewish) world and taken seriously because “oh, it’s their own people, so they must know.” No, it’s [some] men oppressing women, just as everywhere else.

Not all Jews are white or white-passing Ashkenazim. That’s something Gentiles often forget. So don’t think your Jewish characters have to look like me (or me with black hair.)

Some of us are atheists and still identify as Jews because of the way we often think of it as a tribe. Some of us feminize all the God nouns and verbs for feminist reasons. Some of us are very traditional and wear long skirts and sleeves. Some of us go to temple every week but have never, ever kept kosher (Hi. Nice to meet you.)

Here are all the stereotypes about us and, in a few cases, how I’d suggest getting around them if you find yourself written into a corner.

-Please don’t write us being either needlessly cheap (in other words, the character can afford to do X, but just doesn’t out of irrational stinginess) or cheap in a way that directly hurts others (in other words, not giving low-paid service employees a cost of living raise.) If for some reason your plot HAS to go there, it would help take away some of the anti-Semitic implications of rehashing these tropes if there are lots of other Jewish characters who aren’t acting like this or are acting in direct opposition to this. For example, if your greedy business owner won’t pay his employees above minimum wage, have the workers standing up to him and/or maybe a more generous owner from a competing business be Jewish as well. This is a character you would hurt us to write unless there are plenty of examples to the contrary showing that you don’t mean we’re all like this. This is the specific lie used to hurt us the most, in the past 150 years.

Note: broke college kids or struggling working-class people being cheap is different. Can you see why?

-Please don’t write us being the human version of the Volturi from Twilight. There is no secret Jewish conspiracy through which we control the media, banks, and politics. I used to joke that Jews don’t control the media because if we did, I’d have a book deal. I now have three book deals, so I need a new joke, but trust me, I’m in charge of nothing. Even my cat doesn’t obey me. She listens to my spouse, but not me. I think she thinks my spouse is the Mama Cat and I’m one of her littermates.

-Please don’t write a Jewish woman whose sexuality seems to be directly affected by the amount of money her partner is either making or buying her presents with. I’m not really sure there’s a way to fix this. It’s worse if she herself is already financially comfortable; I’m not really talking about a struggling single mom with three kids and a low-paid service job who’s turned on because a guy in an expensive suit offered to pay for her kid’s violin lessons. I’m talking about that caricature of a rich woman who’s used to good things that she didn’t earn herself, who requires more good things that she didn’t earn herself.

-Anything in which we are lizards or dragons is gonna have to be done delicately. I did it (spoiler, oops?) but that’s something that probably takes insider finesse. I mean, my dragon is definitely and unequivocally one of the good guys. A bad Jewish dragon would be playing into some of the most bizarre stereotypes I’ve ever encountered. (Google David Icke; I haven’t the stomach.)

-If you’re writing something with gore or fantasy violence, try to stay away from anything that evokes blood libel, the medieval myth that we use the blood of Christian kids to make ceremonial food. Vampires are also something that needs to be done with finesse because of the way “bloodsucking” can also be a metaphor for the stuff in the first bullet point, profiting financially off the hardship of others. (Side note: Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter frames the white slave-owners in the American South as literal vampires who fed on their human captives. I thought this was a BRILLIANT metaphor because, well, it’s practically not even a metaphor.)

Some other less spectacularly awful stereotypes that you’d be doing us a favor to stay away from: our men being wimpy mama’s boys, our women being frigid after marriage, our women being tremendous nags, any gender but especially women being exceptionally whiny, and reducing the entire religion and culture down to “not eating pork” and “having a different winter holiday.”

If you must write a weak-willed man who dotes on his mother and lets her boss him around, please write at least two other Jewish male characters who aren’t like this, so that he doesn’t wind up representing all our men. If you must write a Jewish woman with a low sex drive, please make it clear she’s asexual or demisexual or something – or having a medical issue – and write her as a fully realized character and recognize that men are never, EVER “owed” sex anyway.


Halloween: Part 1 of 2

“Oh, honey you looks so cute!”

Lexa rolled her eyes as her mother approached, camera in hand, ready to capture every moment of the awkward humiliation she’d agreed to suffer through.

“Mom… Please, don’t.”

It was too late.  Her mother was already snapping pictures as Aden danced around, overjoyed to be out of school and in costume, free to fully inhabit the role of a tiny Darth Vader.

“Lexa! Lexa! Look at me!”

He pranced around, nearly bouncing off the walls with frantic energy, his nervous excitement palpable as he run up and down the hallway, wielding his red lightsaber wildly.

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Let’s make a baby part 3 D|H

A/N: Hello everybody like I annouced yesterday I wrote a part 3 to ‘Let’s make a baby’ (Here is pt1 and pt2) I’m sorry that I’m uploading this so late (but hey it’s still Friday) I got a really nice message by an anon yesterday who told me that I should continue this series and it got me thinking. 

SO without further ado I announce that ‘Let’s make a baby’ will continue ! I  hope you are happy with that. 

To celebrate I give you this part that is most probably longer than every other imagine I’ve posted. Enjoy :) 

I looked at the pregnancy test three times before I was able to comprehend what I saw. “A plus” I whispered unbelievingly and pushed the bathroom door open with force. I sprinted to the kitchen were Dan was making dinner while I was crying with relief and happiness. “It’s a plus, Dan” I shouted excitingly. Just like me he didn’t really understand at first,but then I showed him the little plus that meant that there was actually a baby growing inside of me. His whole face lit up and his eyes grew wide. “Fuck” he whispered but seconds later he started shouting. “Oh my god. Finally. I love you so much, Y/N” And with that Dan picked me up and spun me around. I giggled like a little girl and really couldn’t believe our luck. He set me down on the ground again and kissed my whole face. “I’m going to be a dad” he spoke silently and I saw goose bumps appear on his skin and his eyes got watery.

I stood in front of the huge mirror in our room. My t-shirt was lifted up so I could examine my belly. It’s been a month now since I found out that it actually worked and that I’m pregnant. Although my belly most probably hasn’t grown at all after only a month I liked to look at it. Dan liked to look at it too and he’d tell me that he could already see a bump every single time, but I guess he was just too excited. I always imagined that Dan would be the kind of boyfriend that would talk to one’s belly and god was I right. This morning I woke up to him having a conversation with the baby while I was asleep ! He was really supportive and cute and I although I knew that the next 8 months were going to be exhausting I was already looking forward to them.

For this weekend though we had planned to visit Dan’s family in Reading to tell them the news in person. Since they lived quite far away I never got to see his family that often. Only on holidays and his birthday so we weren’t really that close. Dan hadn’t only packed his stuff but also mine because he insisted that I had to relax and not do any work. He is even more protective over me now tahn he was before. When we arrived at his childhood home and rang the door bell I got a bit nervous. A huge bit to be honest. I quickly took Dan’s hand into mine and pressed it hard. “Darling” he laughed. “It’s just my parents”

Before I could answer the door swung open and his mum smiled at her beautiful son that she barely sees. My tall boyfriend hugged his fragile mother before she kindly greeted me with a hug too. “Good evening, Mr Howell” I said as his dad appeared in the door frame next to his wife. The thing about his parents was that they were very nice of course ,but somehow they always seemed a bit distant. They were both business people and Dan always told me that they were never much around when he was younger. We all walked into the dinning room together where Mrs. Howell had prepared a huge fancy dinner for all of us. His grandparents were sitting at the table and after greeting the lovely old people we sat down and his mum brought the food. “Adrian come downstairs, dinner is ready and your brother is here” Mr. Howell shouted and soon Dan’s little teenage brother came down the stairs. He was actually really cute like a mini Dan but still different and interesting. I said my hellos and was glad that he was here. Although me and his parents hadn’t warmed up, me and Adrian actually got along pretty well since he always manages to lighten up the mood. A few minutes into eating our food and telling each other casual things that happened since Christmas when we last saw each other Dan tapped my thigh and I turned my head to look at him.He nodded slightly and my stomach started to turn. ‘Shit’ I thought and swallowed hard.

“We actually have something really important to tell you” Dan started and my heart began to beat enormously fast. But why ? What could happen ? His whole family stared at us and I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand under the table. “Y/N and I are going to have a baby” he announced happily. The whole table gasped and his mother excitingly squealed. “You are such a good boy, Daniel” his grandma said. I smiled and felt the weight fall off my shoulders. I guess it wasn’t such a big deal at all. His family started to ask questions and his mum wanted to know every single detail.She gave me pregnancy tips, told me what I was not allowed to do and all that kind of stuff. It got really late and everybody had finished dessert. “Darling, go rest in the living I’m going to help mum with the dishes” Dan told me. I nodded thankfully and waited for him to be done so we could go to sleep.

As he hadn’t returned from the kitchen after 20 minutes I went to check on him. Before I could open the kitchen door I heard his mother say : “Dan, are you sure you have thought this through. You do not even know each other for that long. You are not even married or anything like that. Don’t you think you rushed into something ?  You two are so different, Dan. It’s like you are the moon and she is the sun or something !”

“Mum stop-” Dan tried to defend himself but got cut off by his mother. “Daniel, I’m just worried. What if she is not the right one. What if you decide you two are too different and you stop getting along. Breaking up is not easy when there is a child involved !”

I just listened and couldn’t believe what his mother was saying. As I couldn’t bear hearing it anymore I ran upstairs, tears streaming down my eyes. I was glad I remembered where Dan’s old room was and pushed the door open. I fell down onto his freshly made bed and started to sob loudly. Although I knew that his mother wasn’t right I couldn’t help but imagine how it would end if she was. I was scared. Scared of being a bad mother and suddenly I was scared of the 8 months ahead of me that I looked forward to this morning. I was a mess and Dan was downstairs and his mum was most probably convincing him that he 'rushed into’ becoming a dad.

My sobs were so loud that I didn’t even hear the door open and my boyfriend step in. “Y/N” Dan whispered worried and my heart sunk. I sat up straight and wiped away the tears that rolled down my red cheeks. The look on his face made my heart break. “What’s wrong, sweetie ? Is it the baby ? Are you okay?” I just nodded but a tear drop escaped my eye at the same time, giving away that I was surely not okay at all.”I heard what your mum said” I simply stated and my voice sounded hoarse. “I’m so sorry” he cried and hugged me hard. I sobbed against his chest while he softly stroke my hair. “She doesn’t know what she is saying, Y/N. I guess she is worried about her grandchild or something, I don’t even know. But baby, I do know that she is definitely not right. God, she is wrong ! I love you and deciding to have this baby was the best thing we have ever done.” he said and kissed me passionately. I placed my hands against his broad and warm chest and gripped his t-shirt. We broke the kiss and I eyed my beautiful boyfriend that I loved dearly. “I actually wanted to have sex with you on my teenage bed but I guess we can just cuddle” he cheekily stated. I sat opposite him, my eyes puffy, my shirt tear stained, and my cheeks red like a cherry but somehow he managed to make me grin with how huge of a lovely idiot he was. “Or maybe both” he then said and I playfully hit his shoulder. 

Once Upon a Winter’s Morn

Perhaps this is cheating, but since it fits both the Capitol Treats prompt (sort of) for @everlarkedalways‘ #merryeverlark for Dec 12th and the Snow prompt for @loveinpanem‘s Dec 13th challenge, I’m tagging both. Also, I’m posting at a time when it’s technically the 12th where I am but it’s the 13th almost everywhere else. Lol. Thank you, lovely ladies for running these events and keeping the fandom alive. That last bit needs to be said in your best Haymitch voice. ;-)

This is not beta’d and was written rather hastily, so all mistakes are entirely mine. And I need to tag one more person, @ohmakemeahercules, who asked for: “How about Everlark: Peeta recreates the hot chocolate recipe from the Capitol?” Thank you, dear, I appreciate the prompt! <3

The snow storm arrived with no warning, several weeks earlier in the year than usual, dropping three feet of thick powder onto the ground of District Twelve, and trapping its residents inside their homes. As several made attempts to leave their newly built homes for their various jobs in the early hours of the morning, they discovered how ill-equipped they were. District Twelve had plenty of shovels for construction, pointed and spade shaped for breaking ground, but few people had ordered flat edged snow shovels yet.

Each of the Twelve houses of Victor’s Village came equipped with a fully furnished garden shed. Not that Victors were expected to perform such remedial tasks as gardening or shoveling snow from their walkways. Generally speaking, they could afford to hire someone to do it for them. But the Victors of Twelve had never been just your average Victor.

They started their mornings much as they had all done for the past few months. Peeta rose early, gently kissing Katniss’ forehead and brushing aside her hair to ask if she wanted breakfast before she went into the woods. On a gloomy day with snow blanketing the earth, Katniss tended to prefer the comfort of her bed, though. Such a day made her think too much about where she spent her last winter.

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@orlah I am always up for Adam headcanons! I took a while because my sister wanted to watch Steven Universe for like four hours.

  • Some friends he makes in college: a beautiful pansexual trans girl who studies witchcraft and lives in an apartment full of crystals and potions with her smol lesbian cat-loving girlfriend. Both of them are mysterious and have a secret love of shit-talking their annoying male classmates. Adam meets both of them in a biology lecture his third year when he mutters something under his breath about one of the douchebag TAs and they both overhear and crack up. They’re taking the class to learn about natural healing; he’s taking the class for his environmental engineering major. They become friends pretty quick when one of them whips up an energy-boosting spell for him. He talks to them about when he was connected to Cabeswater and how he learned tarot and all that, and gets them in touch with the Fox Way ladies.
  • IDK if “age regression” is the right term but I’ve seen it sometimes… but Adam occasionally deals with it, whatever it’s called. He never had a real childhood, it was always full of fear, so he clings tight to remnants of childhood that he never got to experience. Opal helps a lot with that- she makes him feel less guilty for getting lost in watching Saturday morning cartoons or helping her build Lego castles. At school he makes friends who are psych majors who tell him it’s totally normal and OK and point him to stim toys and therapeutic methods to deal with it.
  • This could be me projecting onto Adam (what else is new sis), but he suspected he was bisexual from a pretty young age, maybe nine or ten years old. He got crushes on male teachers a lot and he would find both girls and guys pretty and daydream about kissing and marrying guys a lot, as well as girls. He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he just chalked it up to Another Thing He’s Doing Wrong that should be a secret especially from his parents. When he gets older, he realizes, mostly through research, that bisexuality is a thing and going to Aglionby and meeting Gansey and Ronan pretty much makes him acknowledge it to himself. (there’s one day in particular when Gansey rolls up some button-down shirt sleeves to examine a stone inscription during some Glendower voyage and then pulls out his Welsh translation book and does a perfect translation that causes Adam to go home in a slight panic.) But once again he decides to just ignore it because he has homework to do and he’s busy.
  • When he gets together with Ronan, they have time to talk about it and Ronan talks about how he realized he was gay and things like that. Adam wants to not make it a big deal because he still thinks he’s not supposed to talk about it. But he gets angry when one time Declan awkwardly skirts around the subject introducing him and Ronan to someone and starts in on a rant, in front of Declan and the random stranger they’re being introduced to, about how their sexuality is nothing to be ashamed of and they shouldn’t have to hide it and keep it a secret. That stranger’s name… was Maggie Stiefvater…
  • I’m pretty sure I’ve put this in some headcanon post or other before, but Adam is really good at chess. He learned how to play it during some extracurricular at Aglionby for college apps, but he really loves it because it’s a game of strategy. He and Matthew play it during every holiday and it always goes the same way: he lets Matthew win the first game, Matthew insists that Adam doesn’t let him win, and then Adam wins the next ten games before Matthew says that he’s tired and that he’s sure he’ll win a chess game against Adam some day.
  • Adam loves sugary things and sweet things and candy and desserts. His straight teeth not rotting is a literal miracle because he lives off of terrible sugary food. In the books, he mostly eats it because it’s cheap, but I think he really does have a sweet tooth tbh. He likes Hershey’s Kisses and Entennmann’s pastries and he may have traded Opal a handful of quality sticks and twigs from the backyard in exchange for some of her Halloween candy
  • Adam and Henry love debating pointless shit. This comes mainly from the fact that in high school, I knew two guys who were very similar to Adam and Henry, and literally every goddamn day they had intense debates about weird-ass questions that were irrelevant to anything. Adam would consider it just a way to exercise his abilities with logic, and Henry would consider it his final, dramatic defense of The Truth and the fact that Nicki Minaj really is a true icon no matter what Adam says
  • Blue keeps a travel blog (or vlog channel or something) and Adam always makes time to keep up with it. He finds it really cool and exciting and tells all his friends and coworkers about how his best friend is in Venezuela now and she just saw the tallest waterfall in the world! Isn’t that exciting! Here’s a picture. “You can shut up about your boring trip to London now, Bethany,” is one highlight of one of the times he tells his friends about Blue’s adventures.
  • this is basically like inscribed in the doors of heaven as undeniable truth but I’m just gonna include Adam Parrish’s Hair Thing here at the end. He is so fucking into people playing with his hair. When he’s feeling sick, Ronan always curls up next to him and strokes his hair and scratches pleasantly at his scalp until Adam falls asleep. On some nice mornings, when Ronan wakes up spooning Adam, he kisses Adam’s hair and he knows damn well that this is heavenly to Adam. (he also likes when Ronan pulls his hair sometimes) When he gets back for breaks from school and Ronan’s hands get into his hair for the first time in a while, he always lets out a contented sigh and feels like he’s home.

Anyway, I hope those were good! I love my son….

The Love Games 2016 - Entry Four!

Title: A Gift of Love (However Small)

Rating: M

Pairing/s and Character/s: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Sae

Any trigger warnings and/or spoilers: none


      Summary: Canon compliant post-Mockingjay, per-epilogue.  The Mellarks celebrate the new-old holiday of Valentine’s Day with a special little gift

A/N(s): The title comes from a cross-stitch sampler that hangs in a relative’s house, which reads “A gift of love however small, is what I cherish most of all”




It’s the warmest February in District 12 that anyone can remember. Even Sae, who has spent more than 75 winters on the planet and who has a remarkable memory, tells me she’s never seen anything like this.

“There’s a fair wind blowin’. Change is comin’, Katniss, I can feel it in my bones,” she says. We’re drinking tea on Sae’s porch, in shirtsleeves despite spring being more than a month away. The lawns all around Victor’s Village are already turning green, and a group of children play tag, shrieking joyfully under a low grey sky. 

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SERIOUSLY?! - Also “Under 700 Kudos”

Seriously Tumblr?! I am not allowed to reblog my own shit?! HOW?! WHY!? I have always been allowed to before!?

So I made THIS in August last year and since I have gain about 3k+ followers since then I figured I would reblog that post since those are some amazing Sterek fics that could do with some more love. Just a few of them that has reached over the 700 Kudos I set as a max last year. So if you want some good reads, go read them!

So will also just “Copy paste” the post here since I am not allowed to reblog it.

So we had Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day just the other day, 21st of August, and many here noticed that several writers were rec'ed many times and iamderekhale started talking about making a rec list with some of the more under appreciated writers and/or works out there.

The requirements I decided on are as follows,

  • Under 700 Kudos
  • One work and/or series per writer
  • No word count limit
  • Crossovers and Other Works AU are welcomed

These will be works I myself enjoyed reading, a couple of the series might not yet be finished but they are good and more appreciation for them will hopefully get the writer a boost to finish it (I will note on the ones which aren’t complete).

This one is adorable, some parts makes you cry, gets you annoyed/angry at the ignorance in some people but over all a very nice read.
Title:  The Things We Make, We Make With Love. | 11 parts complete |
Writer:  augopher
Word count: 98 325
Summary: “It started with a trip to the mall for craft time. The story of everything in between and a whole lot after.”
First part summary: Derek hated Christmas, okay? But his kid wanted to make Christmas crafts so badly. He couldn’t help if he developed a crush on the employee who helped them. /Or: How a trip to a holiday display for kid’s crafts changed Derek’s life.
Rating: G to M.
Other tags: Gender variant character. Single parent. AU – Human. Kid Fic. Bullying. Fluff and Angst. Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

If you like the Marvel characters of the Avengers (Movies) and Teen Wolf then this might just be right up your alley. People doing stupid stuff without thinking. Love. Hurt and comfort. Stiles being a BAMF, even if you want to hit him over the head a couple of times – but then that’s pretty much canon Stiles isn’t it?

Title: Uncle Phil | COMPLETE |
Writer: heartsdesire456
Word count: 54 266
Summary: Part 1: Phil Coulson gets news that his late sister’s husband, a small town Sheriff from Northern California, was reported missing. By the time he looks into it, Sheriff John Stilinski was already home safe. However, since Phil is the only other relative the Sheriff’s son has, when John needs somewhere to send his son while he’s busy cleaning up the mess his disappearance caused, Phil can’t possible turn down looking after his late sister’s only child.
Rating: G - M
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Last part)
Other tags: AU – Fusion. Crossover. Humor. Canon-Typical Violence.

An Other Works AU – kinda ? I haven’t read Mercy Thompson series, either way it is a good story.

Title: Rez | Complete |
Writer: peacensafty
Word count: 36 849
Summary: AU, Stiles has grown up his whole life on Toad Suck Reservation. When his dad gets called in as arbitrator between different kinds of creatures, Stiles gets to meet Otherkind he’s only ever heard about before. Sterek/OC/some ideas/people stolen from Patricia Brigg’s Mercy Thompson series.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Underage. Graphic Depictions of Violence.
Other tags: AU. Fae!Stiles.

A/N “Title is a running joke about how this fic was supposed to be “6 pages tops” and about cake when I started writing it a few episodes into S3. It is now 104 pages, contains every trope I’ve ever wanted, and probably only 1% or less about cake. We all male mistakes.”

Title: The Cake is (Not) a Lie | Complete |
Writer: Xerxies19
Word count: 51 016
Summary: Someone keeps sending Derek cakes that are neither made with explosives or monkshood. Things get out of hand from there.
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Other tags: BAMF!Stiles. Pack Feels. Resurrections. Magic!Stiles. References to torture. Alpha!Stiles.

I had marked it for later, later eventually came and I am glad for it. It gave me all kind of different feelings while reading, I haven’t finished the second part yet but I enjoyed the first (121 376 words), the second wasn’t finished when I got to it, but is now.

Title: Good Wolves Doing Bad Things | Three parts complete |
Writer: littlefrog1025
Word count: 297 624
Summary: Part 1 – Howl: A wolf pack is surprisingly a lot like a mafia family…
Rating: Explicit
Other tags: Mafia AU. Future Fic. AU – No Hale fire. Mpreg. Established Relationship. AU – Werewolves are known. Pack Mother Stiles Stilinski. Kid Fic. Domestic Fluff.

It’s adorable. Cute and some times I just wanted to cuddle with them all.

Title: Reflect the Storm
Writer: sasha_bo
Word count: 22 564
Summary: All Stiles wanted to do was summon help… not cause a magical family reunion
Rating: General
Other tags: Magic!Stiles. Time Travel. Kid Fic. Happy with feelings.

I’ve read the everything so far, two parts complete and 12 chapters into part 3, I am really enjoying it. Wanted to hit Stiles over the head a couple of times. Cried some. Laughed. Just generally enjoyed the read.

Title: Pack’s Blood | Two parts complete |
Writer: kuki
Word count: 95 998
Summary: Part 1: Deaton sighed and looked back down at Stiles. “Sorry, but you’re going to be a member of the undead.”

Groaning, Stiles covered his face. “I’m doing what? Fangs? Sparkles? Extreme sun allergy? Any way to reverse it?”

And that’s how Derek ended up babysitting the new baby vampire while he got adjusted. Stiles learns a lot a bout himself while he also learns that vampire and werewolves weren’t always enemies.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Other tags: Vampire!Stiles. Werewolf Mates. AU – Canon Divergence. Vampire Werewolf conflicts. Future fic. Time Travel.

I had such fun reading these. It’s not marked as complete, but the parts that have been posted are complete and even if I would love more in this AU it can be read as complete.

Title: Stark ‘n Stilinski
Writer: whyamIalwaysLoislane
Word count: 3 629
Summary: Part 1: A bored Stiles Stilinski + a Boring internship – adderall X Stark Industries = A whole lot of the Birdy song and a proud mama bear Tony Stark. (Series description: Stiles is interning at Stark Industries when, as only Stiles can, he cocks up so royally he manages to bag himself a job. Stiles & the Pack’s Adventures with the Avengers. Derek in a muscle off with Thor… What could go wrong?)
Rating: T - M
Other tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Tony adopts Stiles. Fluff. Darcy and Stiles bromance. Brain Squad. Stark Tower.

Adorable, that’s what this is. Tooth-achingly adorable.

Title: I’m available for tasting
Writer: TheAlternativeSource
Word count: 1 434
Summary: Prompt: When a hot person says they are tired of being single. Try me. I’m available for tasting. - p.s. Derek wants to snuggle Stiles.
Rating: Teen and Up
Other tags: AU – High School. Fluff. Alive Hale. Shy Derek.

I read this just the other day, my partner had to remove my phone so I wouldn’t stay up and finish it sometime in the morning hours. I really like the Stiles in this. I am weak for alive Hale trope.

Title: The Fox Who Ran With Wolves
Writer: AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle
Word count: 37 945
Summary: Stiles is something of an oddity. Not only is he a fox born to human parents, he’s a fox whose also an alpha. And that just didn’t happen. Foxes were supposed to be omegas. Potential mates for alphas and betas who would bear their children and bring balance to an alpha’s power. Only, much like the rest of Stiles’ life, things never seem to go quite as planned. (Or the AU where as an evolutionary jump, humans began being born with animal features. Eyes, ears, tale, etc. These hybrids live alongside humans with relative peace. But much like any world, there are bound to be issues.)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage.
Other tags: Hybrid Universe. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics. Alpha Stiles. Alpha Derek. Mating. Fluff. Angst. Human/hybrid relationship.

The Signs 🎄holiday/seasonal greetings✨ to Pisces🐠 🐠

Aries: I’m ready to fight and hug you at the same time fam- I AIN’T PLAYING NO GAMES WITH YOU NERD. CAN YOU EVEN LIFT BRO I BET YOU CAN BARELY LIFT A SOCK YOU WIMP but omg omg omg your just an adorable little cutie that I want to protect and love and cuddle and take care of forever and ever- BUT I’M CUTER AND WILL FIGHT TO DEFEND MY PLACE AS WWE HEAVER CONTENDER OF CUTENESS. I AM LIFE WHILE YOU ARE DEATH. YOU HEAR ME? (but in all honesty I do value as a friend and I wish the best for you. I’ll call you later byeeeeee) 

Taurus:  ?? If Pisces isn’t on fire, dying, handing out free stuff, just got into a good school, finally paid off those people they owed since 4th grade or just won the lotto, than I’m not really concerned. Your a good pal, but you make me worry a lot so please take care of yourself and get out of my fridge. (Oh. And uh.. A ho ho ho, you’s a hoe to you, too. Bastard.)

Gemini: Bitch, I dare you to keep breathing. Do that shit again I swear on your stuffed animals lives that I will kill you… I’m just kidding, but where are my drugs? I’m too sober to be doing missions on GTA and not killing people for the fun of it. Or maybe I’ll go play Sims… DUDE, YOU SHOULD COME OVER BEFORE NEW YEARS TO HELP ME DESIGN MY SIM’S NEW PLACE. I’M THINKING OF MAKING A PIMP NAME THE COUNT. GONNA MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE THAT GUY FROM SESAME STREET. ALSO HAPPY FUCKING HOLIDAYS. Don’t die anytime soon (might wanna go knock on some wood fam)

Cancer: Yes, yes, yes! My follow water sibling…They are all idiots, we shall soon rule the world. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ Fool the others into thinking we are innocent and then at dawn we strike! KILL EVERYONE WITH NO MERCY FOR THEIR SOULS- well, besides that one guy at the mall the other day who gave us a hook up with our drinks… And Mrs. R for curving that test in chemistry back in high school.. Also your dad for taking us to the sleep over that one time- you know what? We’ll plan world domination another time, lets go get some food. I’m hungry. Byee~ ★

Leo: NO. EVERYONE MUST PAY ATTENTION TO ME AND ME ONLY. I’M the one running the show, not Pisces. I’M the one with the better looking skin than all of you dry skinned hoes. Watch as I flip my hair while channeling the spirit of Queen B- *flips hair and fireworks explode in the sky behind them* LOVE ME. (happy holidays from me and healthy self to you and your always sleeping self- you would think that all that sleep would make you look not half dead.. tssk tssk)

Virgo: My other half- I am aware that we sometimes fight, but it is only natural but I hope in this upcoming year will be better for you as well as for me. I enjoy your company..sometimes. I love and adore all the moments we shared, from our deep conversations to roast session. Your a good person, well besides that one time you shoved that kid who use to bully you back in middle school down the stairs but we ain’t gonna talk about it. :) Just stay safe and I’ll see you next year, fish face

Libra: I really want to spill some tea about how Sagittarius has been talking that shit but I’mma just let it slide because its gonna be a ‘new-year-new-me’. I wish the best for you, your just like a sibling to me, and I love it when you go out of your way to be with me when I’m sad… I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and- pffftttt….lmao. Just kidding about that whole new year new me shit, I’m amazing on my own but hey- tell your family hi for me will you? And give your dog a good pat on the butt as well <3

Scorpio: …Happy Holidays and I am thankful for your life. Although I hope you get your life together because that shit is a hot mess right and it’s not cute. Thanks for the CD you made for me even though its 2016 and we have the technology to send things via online, but that is none of my business. Love, Peace, and hope you finally get laid I mean find someone who really loves you 

Sagittarius: Was Libra talking shit? That cunt. Anyways- you should really learn to live your life a little more wilder, Pisces. You barely went to any parties with me and only got wasted once. But then again you do other wild things like go to bed at 4:15 AM on a school night- I’m sorry, I’m laughing too hard. I’ll see you next week when we go shopping. Happy Holidays!

Capricorn: Hey I wanted to wish you and your family a good end of the year and a fresh start to the new beginning even though its gonna kinda suck for about 3-4 years- but I’m not gonna get into politics right now, this is suppose to be a happy message. Thanks for being by my side when I was down. And thank you for being there for me when I was up. Get it? It’s a penis joke- you know what, never mind. I’m trying okay? Haha. Wait- Dumb ass did you fill out your FASFA?!?! Ugh, I worry about you…

Aquarius: BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGOOFUUUUUUUUCKYOURSELFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH. Happy holidays. Anytime I see you, I just think of how your a meme. AS IN YOUR LIFE IS A JOKE. Ouch. Even I thought that was a bit mean. But anyways, have a good one and see you tomorrow night for our annual trip to the park. I have something I want to give you there…. [ it rhymes with really eager to show you these new songs I heard that made me think of you, but that’s weird so fuck you ]