i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.
… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.
rolls his eyes, finishes frosting the cake and turns to put it in the
fridge. “He’s not marrying me.” He says. Hopefully, Stiles will.
“Can’t you see the cake? I still have to propose.”
Scott rolls his eyes, turns to the sink and begins washing the dishes.
That’s what he’s here for, Derek stressed earlier (’You
can’t bake and your writing is shit, I don’t want this cake ruined!’,
‘Rude!’). “As if he would.”
collapses on a chair, buries his face in his hands. “I – what if
that.” Scott throws water at him. “You just bought a house
together and Stiles says he loves you every day –”
is true and it warms Derek’s heart a little but it does nothing to
calm his nerves. It’s a huge commitment and – what if the proposal
isn’t good enough? Derek is not the most romantic person and although
Stiles isn’t a romantic person himself, he still brings flowers
every other day, and he texts Derek memes all the time and – and he
“Yeah, but –”
wasn’t finished!” Scott yells, dropping the dishes and turning to
stare at Derek. “You spent the entire day baking his favorite cake,
you have rose petals all over your bed and you wrote a speech!”
Derek opens his mouth to ask how Scott knows about the speech but
closes it quickly when Scott shushes him. “It’s obvious you’d have
a speech.” He points out. “What I’m trying to say is – Stiles
will say yes no matter what.”
always nice.” Scott protests, turning to look at his phone when it
signals a new text. “Ah, Allison said he’s coming home!”
jumps, the things aren’t ready yet! The dishes are still dirty, he’s
forgotten to light the candles and – “Go, go.” Scott is still
here. He begins
pushing Scott towards the door at the same time he takes a look at
himself and realizes his pants are dirty with chocolate.
is going to be worst proposal ever.
Stiles parks the car just as Derek is finishing putting a clean shirt on.
He runs downstairs, trips over a stray shoe and curses himself for
not remembering to clean the house. He opens the fridge, takes the
cake out and places it on top of the table. Yeah, okay, he checks the
candles, maybe this will actually work. When Stiles walks in the
house, yelling a 'I’m home’ Derek realizes he forgot the rings.
“Don’t move!” Derek yells, running to the living room.
Stiles takes in Derek’s clothes, looks around at the candles and
arches an eyebrow. “What.”
“I forgot something.” He starts walking backwards towards the
stairs. “But you’re not allowed to move.”
“Ever?” Stiles smirks.
Derek huffs. And he seriously wants to marry this asshole. “Shut
up.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”
“Fine.” Stiles concedes. “Am I at least allowed to take my
“Yes, whatever, just – don’t go in the kitchen.” He runs to
their bedroom as quickly as possible, grabs the ring from his nightstand and when he comes back, Stiles
is exactly where he left him. “Thank you.” He sighs, smiling when
Stiles shrugs like it’s nothing, like he’d do whatever Derek asks him
to without questioning.
Derek really loves him, and that’s when he realizes that is the only
important thing. Stiles loves him, Derek loves Stiles. It’s all he
needs. “Will you marry me?” He blurts out, realizes he actually
doesn’t care how it’s done, as long as Stiles is the one he’s asking.
“I knew it.” Stiles smiles brightly, the same way he did when
Derek asked him out the first time, and then when they decided to
move in together. “You were preparing something in the kitchen,
“Yeah.” Derek admits, rests his hands on Stiles’ waist as Stiles
circles Derek’s neck with his. “You just ruined it.”
“Me?” Stiles laughs. “How?”
“By being you.” Derek whispers. “I love you.”
Stiles flicks Derek’s ear fondly. “I love you too.” He says back
easily, like he did this morning and all the previous mornings for
the past four years. “And I will marry you. You didn’t even have to ask.”
Derek kisses him, then, wonders how could he have doubted Stiles
would say yes, his love is clear in his eyes and in his kisses, in
the life they built together.
Turns out the cake wasn’t necessary, but they have fun eating it in
bed a couple of hours later.
Request: Hello! I have a request, how about reader is in love with newt, but she thinks newt loves leta(when they were in hogwarts)(and newt had been distant) which is why she lost contact with him after he got expelled. Angst!! They meet years later and turns out newt realised he loved reader when he lost her. Pls a happy ending! Im sorry if its too detailed, I’m just really excited about this one. Love u!
Word Count: 2,665
Pairing: Newt x reader
Requested by Anonymous
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Newt twists in his bed, kicking the sheets from his chest and running a hand over his face. The moonlight streaks illuminate the small clock hanging crooked on the room’s wall. 2:53. Groaning, he flips onto his stomach, coming face to face with a picture of you breaking into a shy smile.
The familiar tears prick his eyes as he watches it happen over and over, falling back asleep and into a restless dream of you smiling.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’ll be fun. Come on, we can go to The Three Broomsticks and split a glass of butterbeer like we used to.”
“I have too much studying to do.”
You groan and fall onto the couch next to your friend. “Newt, we haven’t had time to hang out in ages.” You deepen your voice to sound like his. “It’s always ‘I’m studying’ or ‘I have to write notes.’ Why don’t you take one break to go with me?”
Newt tears his eyes from the book in front of him, smile forming on his lips. “I’m busy. I need to pass this next potions exam. We’ll go next month, I promise.”
“Newt.” You whine, drawing out his name until he raises his eyebrows at you in false annoyance.
Bard's been followed by ghosts all his life. When he and his family move to London, he doesn't expect one of those ghosts to come back from the dead—nor to be faced with his past, long concealed in a forgotten, old journal.
@jaspurrlock this is for you and it really got so outa hand i don’t understand. (heh it rhymes) anyway you said you liked succulents so look succulents. Also depth perception is a bitch and im not sure if it comes across correctly but i cant fix it so idk. I haven’t made something this elaborate in a long time and it was really fun so thanks for inspiring this in a way. Im gonna scan it tomorrow it might look better? It looks darker then it actually is.
Two confessions, one screw up and Marinette leaving the country was all it took for Adrien to figure out she was secretly Ladybug all along. Not that he could do much about it now. One year and multiple reveals later, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Nathaniel and Chloé have got this superhero best friends thing down. That is until Ladybug returns to Paris and they have to decide just how they are going to tell her the truth about what they know. The problem? Her identity is one secret that Marinette refuses to let go.
If you’d told me in 2015 that Robert would be coming out as bi to Lawrence whilst bonding over their lost loves and confiding in him over how much his beautiful husband deserves a mr perfect but actually still wanting to murder him I’d have thought u were the one on drugs