nighttime running

anonymous asked:

i normally don't really read angst but i love your writing so much so i did it anyway because i knew it was going to be good & it was!! (but now i'm binge reading fluff haha i can only take so much angst) can i please prompt sleepy neil who manages to fall asleep everywhere or sick neil + andrew taking care of him?

oh my gosh you’re so sweet thank you so much!! (i’m honestly the same, since angst night i’m like………. why is there no fluff in this fandom it’s almost like we enjoy characters who’ve been through hell wtf.) anyway i’m assuming this is not “neil falling asleep everywhere” like at the beginning of trk because that would not be fluffy in the least so… take neil who is a master cat-napper.

  • okay let’s be real here
  • neil’s habits of nighttime practices and running after practice during the day and living with his boyfriend and doing a maths degree does not lead to a healthy sleep schedule
  • if he’s lucky, he’ll get six hours on a weekday
  • so that means that he has mastered the art of falling asleep for a nap in every free minute he has

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sam! when I was a kid my sister and I used to laugh at these tv ads for a 10k run held on the otherside of the state, it's a joke that we kept up until even last year. My job has transferred me to the town where this run is held... it seems that the universe has aligned to bring about the punchline of this joke by entering this race. I want to give it a serious go and train, so I was wondering when do you eat in relation to your runs? do you have enough energy if you don't eat before hand?

MWAHAHAHA. RUNNER’S REVENGE. :D 

When I’m not doing an official run organized by someone with more sense than I have, I’m usually running at four in the morning, so I’m running on an empty stomach after sleeping all night. I don’t find I lack energy running on an empty stomach in the morning, because I’ve just slept all night, but YMMV, so let’s go deeper. 

Ahead: a discussion of energy and food, but mostly poop. (there is a readmore below, read more!)

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Dream 1

I literally dreamed this little smut nugget last night. Figured it would be greedy of me not to share…


Harry’s got friends over tonight and you’ve been sitting around with them in the man cave, fighting against your own sleepiness as they shout at the tops of their lungs about ridiculous men shit and drink bottle after bottle of beer. You want to keep up with them, you really do, but when your eyelids start to droop and every other breath becomes a yawn, Harry tells the boys to wish you goodnight and then leads you upstairs to the bedroom whispering ”C’mon, now. Let’s go tuck yeh in” into kisses to your crown.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a rec for super smutty sterek fics? Whatever tropes/kinks are fine

Well, I already have a Stiles gangbang rec list, along with a Sterek omegaverse rec list (which is pretty sex heavy).

On tumblr, wtfzurtopic writes some really good smut, but be warned that some of their fics include underage. Here’s their sterek tag. They also write a lot of hobrien – which of course means that if you ever go to a con and meet Hoech or Dylan, you’ll never be able to look them in the eye. (Here’s their hobrien tag.)

I’m probably forgetting a bunch, but here goes (they’re kind of bottom!Stiles heavy):

All’s Fair in Orgasms and War by bleep0bleep | 63k | Explicit

AVN BREAKING NEWS– DIAMOND VISTA RIDGE BREAKS HIS CONTRACT WITH HALE HOUSE

The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way. 

Five Days of Dickings by drunktuesdays, mklutz, and the_ragnarok | 18k | Explicit | Note: Stiles has sex with a lot of other characters

Five Dickings in Five Days was the (hopefully interim) title he’d seen on the contract. More like five days of dickings. Whatever, Stiles was into it. The money is great; the fucking is also great. It’s a win-win way to pay for college

Love Runs Wild by DevilDoll | 9k | Explicit

“You’ve got a hickey on the back of your neck!” A Neckz ‘n Throats story.

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I totally forgot about this natling thing i wrote a week or two ago. i wrote it to make myself feel happy and so like. mission accomplished. maybe it’ll make you happy too :)

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Nathan’s eyes wander up and down Sterling’s frame for a moment, lingering and irritably appreciative, before their gazes meet. Sterling isn’t sure if his heart seems to be beating this quickly because he just finished his nighttime run or if it’s because Nathan is here so unexpectedly.

“What are you doing here…?” Sterling asks, yanking one earbud out of his ear, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his wrist.

Nathan leans back on his heels. “You could have told me you were back in town. Hell, you could have told me you left town. Three months ago, you know, when you left.”

Sterling shoulders past Nathan and his beat up car parked outside the gates of Sterling’s house. “You could have called to ask.” His frustration comes out bitingly as he tugs the other earbud from his ear. “You had my number.”

“You told Vera.”

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anonymous asked:

If ships are still open: I'm a transboy, no gender preferences. I love reading and going for runs during nighttime. I'm terrified of water. I spend most of my time inside but do enjoy going out to hang with friends every once in a while.

I ship you with: Finn!

Finn would be a great partner to go on runs with. He’s also be up for hanging out and chilling together watching movies, cuddling, telling jokes, and ordering takeout. 

OPEN LETTERS TO PEOPLE OR ENTITIES WHO ARE UNLIKELY TO RESPOND: ONE

I almost wrote you one other time this year. I was making pork dumplings, and the kitchen at Friendship Lodge hit me in my mind’s eye (how did we live at a place called Friendship Lodge and not constantly remark on the strangeness of it?). But the moment passed, and a few months and a hundred or so dumplings later, the scent of frozen pork dumplings frying is now firmly associated only with my Brooklyn apartment. 


But today I woke up with Sonoio’s “Heartbeat” in my head, and when I put in my earbuds to listen for real, the Metro North train I was on disappeared and I was on a nighttime run in Science Park. The air was fat with humidity, and teenagers were tricking on skateboards against that backdrop of lights reflecting on black water. The song in my earbuds switched to Hold On Let Go, and I was listening to it for the first time again, the rush of finding something that grabbed my heart. 


I’m writing because I think of writing to you sometimes. I hope all is well. 

Tonight, Well I Don't Know What Will Happen

I remember when nighttime was a magical world full of adventure and story books and pleading for five more minutes of staring out the window at the endless sky.

I remember when I would just lay there in the dim rays of the night light, pondering what awaited me right outside my door because when darkness fell it was a whole new world.

I remember trying my hardest not to drift off to sleep because nighttime always went by too fast and I never got to explore it.

Now nighttime is a world I know too much about.

I know that nighttime is when I think my darkest thoughts and when every insecurity surfaces at once, too quickly for me to count them all.

I know that nighttime is when I resist to start the love affair between my fingernails and my arm again because these were my last clean pair of bed sheets.

I know that nighttime is when I do everything in my power to go right to sleep but even then the demons turn visions of sugar plums dancing through my head to visions of the people who had left long ago.

Nighttime is when I still can’t sleep so I wander around.

At nighttime, I lay across the rooftops where we spent our summers together doing nothing but doe-eyed stares and cuddling because at nighttime I see all the lies you told me in bright red marks.

At nighttime, I climb up into the tree where I ran to after the first day of school because I hated learning math and all of the kids thought my dress looked funny because at nighttime I can still see the tears that stained those branches long ago.

At nighttime, I run through the forest where I went when my world first started falling apart and the trees were the only things that weren’t spinning because at nighttime I can still see the bootprints I left as I tried to keep my legs from falling.

Nighttime is the time when I never know what will happen. Tonight? Well I don’t even know what will happen, but maybe this time you’ll stay long enough to find out with me.

anonymous asked:

Do you do fic rec's? Do you know of any fics where either Stiles or Derek are in the military?

I included fics with either of them in any kind of armed forces, not just the military. Enjoy :)

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thank god your heart is too close by hoars

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

* Dress Blue Eyes by SurprisinglySane

Stiles really hates eating in the school cafeteria, but Scott insisted since “it was cold outside.” Which was insane since it was sunny and about seventy degrees. But looking around the crowded room he saw the uniform first, then the electric blue eyes flashing beneath the black rim of the white hat. One thought flashed through his mind:

fucking no

* if you’re not here to turn the lights off (i can’t sleep)

“Honey! I’m home!” Stiles shouted into the empty apartment as he moved quickly through to the kitchen, dumping his backpack onto bench before crossing to the fridge and crossing off another day on the calendar. A month and a half. That was how long was left until Derek came home, until he was safe. Everyday felt like a lifetime to Stiles.

* Been Too Long by felicitysmock

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* I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

* Goodnight Sweetheart by Godbriel

The day Stiles gets home he glances at a photograph of his mother and breaks down in tears. But he picks himself up, dusts himself off, hangs up his army uniform, and sits down to read the paper.

* Squared Away by Suaine 

Alpha LT Derek Hale gets a promotion, a pack, and a mission. Stiles is a complication.

* Corporal Punishment by Brego_Mellon_Nin

“I’ve been reluctant to stoop to your level, but you leave me no choice. All previous experience tells me that no amount of push-ups or nighttime cross country running will improve your behavior.”

Stiles smirks. “The perks of growing up with ADHD, I’m in fairly good shape.”

Hale pinches the bridge of his nose, nostrils flaring. “Right. Stand up, Stilinski. Hands on the desk.”

It doesn’t occur to Stiles what that particular order entails before he’s standing, half bent over the desk in order to reach with his hands. This position seems fairly suggestive.

* Cornerstone by Vendelin

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any fics where either if them are in the military?

derek is in the military:

thank god your heart is too close (complete | 3,469 | Not Rated)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Air Mail. (complete | 20,229 | Not Rated)

‘’Oh my god’’ Stiles breathed out as heavy booted footsteps faded away down the hall. ‘’oh my god’’

‘’Stiles?’’ Allison asked as he scrambled around the desk searching for the last letter before he was thrusting it at their faces.

‘’It’s him…my soldier…it’s him, it’s Mattie’s dad’’ He told them, his eyes wide as Allison took the letter from him, ‘’oh my god, oh my god and I fainted in front of him…oh Jesus Christ’’

Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday (complete | 1,395 | PG)

When Stiles woke at ten the next morning, Derek was curled tight around him, Erica’s head in the dip of Derek’s waist, and Isaac’s thin form thrown over their legs, Scott lying around both Stiles and Isaac while Lydia slept in as small a ball as possible on Stiles’s chest, Boyd’s hand on her head as if she’d had a nightmare. Stiles smiled to himself, going back to staring at Derek’s sleeping features. The curve of his eyelashes and the relaxed shape of his mouth. He wanted to trace his finger over the line of Derek’s nose, leave hickies over the straight edge of Derek’s jaw. It was new and old and so good Stiles wanted to cry.

Derek was home.

Dress Blue Eyes (complete | 887 | PG)

Stiles really hates eating in the school cafeteria, but Scott insisted since “it was cold outside.” Which was insane since it was sunny and about seventy degrees. But looking around the crowded room he saw the uniform first, then the electric blue eyes flashing beneath the black rim of the white hat. One thought flashed through his mind:

fucking no

if you’re not here to turn the lights off (i can’t sleep) (complete | 7234 | Rated E)

“Honey! I’m home!” Stiles shouted into the empty apartment as he moved quickly through to the kitchen, dumping his backpack onto bench before crossing to the fridge and crossing off another day on the calendar. A month and a half. That was how long was left until Derek came home, until he was safe. Everyday felt like a lifetime to Stiles.

stiles is in the military:

The Last Time (complete | 10,874 | Rated E)

Stiles is leaving in the morning and Derek can’t find the words to say how he feels. Instead, he shows him.

My Baby Shot Me Down (complete | 1,386 | Rated PG-13)

Stiles left ten years ago without a word, and now he’s back, and he looks a little different.

The Division (complete | 11,389 | Rated E)

They recruited him right out of high school. He doesn’t know why he accepted, he. He just did. Maybe because at eighteen he’d already seen more death than a lot of people did by eighty, and maybe this was a chance to get around it, get ahead of it, put an end to it. Some of it. Death itself can’t be stopped, not without something worse. Maybe he thought they’d show him how to be the something worse.

A Good Man Is Hard To Find (complete | 1,086 | PG)

A long dead soldier looks out from the frame. No one remembers his war, no one remembers his name.

both:

AirWolf (complete | 45,045 | Rated E)

An elite black ops program flying experimental helicopters called Wolves is deployed in the desert of Afghanistan.
Stiles Stilinski is an onboard Systems Operator and his pilot is one hotheaded Derek Hale.

Goodnight Sweetheart (complete | 9,512 | Rated M)

The day Stiles gets home he glances at a photograph of his mother and breaks down in tears. But he picks himself up, dusts himself off, hangs up his army uniform, and sits down to read the paper.

In the Air, On Land, and Sea (complete | 6,443 | PG)

In which Derek is a marine on his way home. He meets Stiles, a marine on his way to war.

Squared Away (complete | 15,809 | Rated PG-13)

Alpha LT Derek Hale gets a promotion, a pack, and a mission. Stiles is a complication.

Corporal Punishment (complete | 3,942 | Rated E)

“I’ve been reluctant to stoop to your level, but you leave me no choice. All previous experience tells me that no amount of push-ups or nighttime cross country running will improve your behavior.”

Stiles smirks. “The perks of growing up with ADHD, I’m in fairly good shape.”

Hale pinches the bridge of his nose, nostrils flaring. “Right. Stand up, Stilinski. Hands on the desk.”

It doesn’t occur to Stiles what that particular order entails before he’s standing, half bent over the desk in order to reach with his hands. This position seems fairly suggestive.

anonymous asked:

Can you pleaseee do a rec list of hot teacher/student sterek AUs? I will love you forever!

Teacher!Stiles

  • Mr. Stilinski by alisvolatpropiis (E, 13k) But he’s never really forgotten Wade or those guys from college, definitely not Brayden, the motorcycle-driving musician who devastated him senior year. He hasn’t forgotten the way a fuck-it-all attitude draws him in like a moth to a flame, speaks to his own rebellious nature that has always manifested as abrasive sarcasm and clever manipulation of rules and half-truths. And even though he’s never really forgotten, he’d thought he’d gotten over the bad boy thing, had grown out of it. But then, in his last class on the first day at his new job teaching English at the high school he graduated from fifteen years ago, Derek Hale walks into his classroom and Stiles feels like he’s out in the parking lot back in 1995, nearly tripping over his own feet with stunned attraction, immediate and shockingly powerful. His lust is tinged with the familiar but long forgotten thrill needing to get closer to that mysterious cool, compounded infinitely now because this dangerous-looking bad boy is his student.
  • Intro To Art For NonMajors by otapop (Not Rated, 13k) Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can’t bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.
  • Circle Yes or No by blacktofade (E, 23k) Stiles is a TA for Professor Morrell’s class, where Derek happens to be a mature student.
  • The Right Motivation by KittyBits (E, 11k) Stiles was the teacher. Derek was the student. And Stiles just really, really wanted to rip off all of Derek’s clothes and lick off that horribly sexy scowl. He didn’t though, because he was a teacher and responsible and proper. But then Laura asked for his help with Derek and there was no way this could end anyway but badly.
  • A Possible Thing by Saucery (M, 3k, WIP) Stiles teaches at Beacon Hills High School. He grows increasingly concerned about - and then attracted to - his troubled student, Derek Hale.

Teacher!Derek

  • Reach Out by weathervaanes (E, 20k) Stiles sees the flyer on his very last day at Beacon Hills High School. It’s hanging, unassuming, in the hall near the front entrance along with bulletins and other flyers, advertisements, posters for free student concerts, but the fact that the word “sex” is written in a font two times larger than the rest of the page catches his attention. It’s an advice hotline for a whole range of things, from teenage angst to how to deal with your parents telling you you’re adopted and a whole mess in the middle. Stiles thinks it’s funny, though, that they offer advice on sexuality and sex education. It makes sense on the one hand, since high school sex ed does jack shit for actual learning, but anyone who really wants to know stuff has an infinite source of knowledge right on their phone—the internet. So it starts off as a joke.
  • Field Season by MsCee (E, 7k) Derek Hale is content with his life as full-time academic and official department hermit, and he’s not going to let the likes of Stiles Stilinski change that. Hell, he’s not even going to think about Stiles Stilinski, because that way madness lie. Well, madness is an inevitable outcome of thinking about Stiles, but the madness of trying to not murder him is less traumatic than that of acknowledging that half of his infuriation stems from the quirk of Stiles’s bowed lips and the distraction of his long fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his notebook. Woah now, he’s firmly stuck in madness territory. Pull it together, Hale.
  • You Can’t Dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkles (E, 27k) “ And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?” The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.”I can’t work with this.”

  • Delete Me by trilliath (E, 5k) Stiles is trying very hard to finish his final paper for his Advanced Human Sexuality course with Professor Derek Hale, but he has a major problem. He can’t stop thinking about banging his professor instead of actually writing his paper about sexual taboos like… students banging their professors. Lydia’s advice to write down his thoughts is helpful… but dangerous in the hands of sleep-deprived Stiles when he forgets to remember two very important words before turning in his paper: DELETE ME
  • Selected Field Observations on the Canus Lupis Irremotus by wldnst (T, 13k) Stiles is going to make Derek internet famous, like that one cat and that other cat. Derek just wants to do his field research.
  • We Are So Intimately Arranged by secondstar (E, 29k) A High School AU where there are no werewolves and no hunters. Stiles is getting ready for his senior year when he meets Derek at the coffee shop he works at.
  • i want to say all those things that are better left unsaid by aeneapsych (E, 25k) Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow. One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.

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Nighttime Run

Oh why couldn’t see get the day time patrol? But nope. She got nighttime….and in Gotham of all places. She had already taken care of three robberies, a mugging, and stopping a man from shooting himself. She did not like Gotham. Sure she liked the GCPD and some of the places around the city but there are more cons than pros. She turned a corner and ran smack into something…or someone, she fell to the ground. Her vision was blurry and there was ringing in her ears….She carefully stood up and tried to see what she ran into.

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