tfw a fanfic writer’s writing style gets better with each new story. like you’re just sitting there sobbing and being all proud of this complete stranger while watching their work improve as you read through their increasingly descriptive stories about anal sex
I’m sleeping over at my friend’s flat from university after study group and just got woken up in the middle of the night by their roommate, who is sitting in the kitchen, listening very loudly to the dirty dancing soundtrack and crying. Like wtf, I didn’t even know they had a roommate and normally I would yell at you but damn you are cute. You really need to stop tho dude, its 4am, some people in this house want to sleep AU
I am a barista and you are a customer who comes in every day and orders the same thing and today my friend brought you with them, I didn’t even know we had mutual friends and WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT IS NOT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME HAVE I REALLY BEEN WRITING A NAME THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO YOURS ON YOUR CUPS FOR OVER HALF A YEAR WHY HAVE YOU NEVER CORRECTED ME AU
The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU
(or alternatively) I just woke up in a stranger’s bed and I’m half naked, I cant remember anything about yesterday besides that the party was great and that I got absolutely wasted AND OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT PERSON NEXT TO ME IN BED AND THEY ARE NOT WEARING MUCH WHAT DID WE DO YESTERDAY AU
You are my new coworker and I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you SO WHY ARE YOU LOOKING SO FAMILIAR FUCK I THINK YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE ANGSTY EMO KIDS I USED TO STALK BACK IN THE MYSPACE DAYS I CANT BELIEVE THIS AU
We work out at the same gym and you are my declared rival because we have the same workout routine and you are always better than me and on my way to the locker room I passed you in the shower where you were singing the opening of hannah montana and I can still hear you and you switched to the lion king now and even though I hate you I think I am kind of in love with you AU
I’m hiding in the bathroom of a restaurant from a spectacularly awful tinder date and you are in a similar situation because a guy at the bar just won’t stop hitting on you and now we are planning an epic escape together even though we only met ten minutes ago AU
Soulmate AU where your soulmark doesn't only symbolise your soulmate, but also how you'll realise that they are your soulmate. (because unlike the romace novels it isn't always "bond" at first sight, sometimes it takes YEARS to discover what was there all along). Now imagine Stiles so obsessed with his very-much everlasting state of virginity because of his bite mark on his chest and HELLO what else could that mean. (part 2 in the next ask)
Part 2: Or imagine derek trying everything to get rid of his mark, because the bullet shaped mark was the reason his young naive self approached the argents, and KATE, in the first place. And we all know how that went.
The water was cold as it splashed on
his face – cold and refreshing – and his hands stayed pressed
against his face for a long minute, his eyes closed and a tired sigh
leaving him. Slowly, Derek dropped his hands from his face and
grabbed the edges of the sink. He hesitated before finally lifting
his gaze to the mirror in front of him.
His eyes, blank with a hint of sadness and
bags heavy underneath them, found the bullet shaped mark slightly to
the left of the center of his chest immediately.
Derek had been five when his mom had
sat him down and told him about soulmates and soulmarks for the first
time. And because of his soulmark, it had also been when he was told
of hunters and how he needed to be careful. More careful than any of
his siblings and any of his friends.
He had been five and hadn’t listened.
He hadn’t listened when he was thirteen either, nor when he was
sixteen and approached the woman he thought he was his soulmate.
It had been years – long and painful
years – and he had yet to forgive himself for that. He doubted he
ever would,and looking at his soulmark made him feel sick to his
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AU in which A and B are childhood friends. A is a werewolf, and at some point he gets de-aged. B obviously has to take care of his dear A until they find a cure/the magic wears off. he thinks that’s going to be difficult because he remembers A being a menace when they were young, and, yep, he’s right, but A is also adorable - he’s always been, even now that he’s 17 - and he sleeps on his lap, loves being pet on the head, and hugs.
one day, C, a close friend, comes to visit them, and, OH MY GOSH, A turns into a little puppy, and A) refuses to turn back, B) tries to steal their friend’s phone, C) whines everytime B is not next to him, D) growls at their friend when B’s not watching, and E) “did you really pee on my shoe????”
(later that night, when A’s back being a kid, B asks for an explanation for his behavior - especially for the last incident - A kicks an invisible stone, and pouts, “ ‘cos you’re mine”)
Person A is the smol and Person B is the tol. But person a is all “you think you can be a dick to people! Hell no, fight me I can take you, ya to afraid” but really the person won’t fight them because person b is lurking behind them like “you lay one hand on them and I will shove an entire food truck up your ass do you understand me”
Isaac!!! <3 Hope you've been well buddy! I saw you have prompts open so I have to ask! What are your thoughts on werewolf!derek who wears glasses but merely for the sake of appearing human. One day he's picking up his little boy from preschool and his glasses fall off his face and teacher!stiles picks them up and realises 'oh, the lenses are fake?' I can only imagine blushing derek ensues~ :)
Ruebin my friend!!!! I hope you like this lil thing I wrote ^^ It’s kinda short but sweet too, you feel?
(Thanks to @drgrlfriend for making this ficlet SO MUCH BETTER)
Stiles likes to think that he is, in general, a professional. Sure, he has
moments where he gets frustrated – whenever one of the kids gets into a fight
again, or pees in their pants – but he usually keeps his calm. Kids are, after
all, child’s play (pun intended) compared to some of the adults in Stiles’
life. Toddlers are generally more likely to follow Stiles’ orders than adults,
in any case.
There’s just one teensy thing that always throws a wrench in Stiles’
professional facade – Derek Hale.
*tears up* I never thought I will have to say this, love. I never thought it would come the day that you will chose something over me and that I would doubt your feelings for me! Where was the time when you swore that you'd make me happy and give me everythi-
GODDAMN IT. FINE. Take the last slice, fucking hell. *shoves the last pizza slice to A*
I just got my hair cut and I’m feeling overly emotional, and
I don’t know how these two things relate, but here have some sterek.
They have been together for a while now. They just got their
first apartment together, and saying that both of them were high on love (for
each other) and hope (for a new happy life) would be quite the understatement.
There had been a time when either of them had thought that
they could never have the other, that after Derek left they would never find
each other again, and they had never even thought possible that one day they
could have a place, a home together.
And yet, here they were.
They just finished mounting their new bed, and Stiles falls
on the bare mattress with a satisfied “oof” Derek following shortly after him.
And it’s then that somehow it hits Stiles. It hits him so
hard and so suddenly that he’s so overwhelmed with it that his eyes burn and he
wants to yell it at the top of his lungs, but at the same time the emotion is
so strong that clogs up his throat, and he can barely manage to speak.
So, he just makes a small noise (all he can muster right
now) and rolls over to Derek’s side, throwing one arm over Derek’s body and
burying his face into Derek’s neck.
Derek huffs out a surprised laugh, but promptly starts rubbing
his back soothingly.
“Derek,” Stiles mumbles, when he finds his voice again.
Derek hums questioningly and Stiles hugs him close, a little
bit tighter, before he gets out of his hiding spot and looks up at his
“You’re my best friend.” He says, all intense, earnest and
Because it’s true. Yes, Scott is the friend he knew longer,
they had their high and lows and highs again, and he’s like a brother, but
that’s just it, Scott is his brother.
Derek is his best friend.
Derek is the person that he thinks about first when he’s
thought of a stupid joke and wants to share it with someone. Derek is the one he
looks for when he wants to tell someone about what his favourite character is
going through, even if it’s a show or a book that Derek hasn’t watched yet. Derek
is the name on his lips when he wants to tell or show someone how he managed to
do something, even if it’s just as ordinary and banal as Stiles managing to
doodle a real-looking wolf shadow, he knows that even if his first reaction
would be to roll his eyes, he’d do so smiling in that warm way that always tell
Stiles so many things. Like how loved he is, and how Derek is proud of him, even
for the little things. And Derek is the one that he glances up to look at before
he even knows why.
And that’s why he hates fighting with him so much, because
he’s fighting with his boyfriend and
best friend. And really, there’s no one in his life that can match with everything
that Derek means to him. Derek is his special person, everyone has their
special person, don’t they?
And Derek is Stiles’ person.
And yes, Derek is
his boyfriend, and they had already said their ‘I love you’s to each other a
long time ago, but Derek is also, and maybe most importantly, Stiles’ best
friend too, and Stiles really needs him to know that.
“You’re my best friend,” he repeats, because he needs him to
And of course, because Derek is his everything plus his best
friend, smiles small and understanding, before he leans down to kiss him on the
corner of his mouth, feather-light and all softness, and whispers “you’re my
best friend, too.”
And Stiles knows that Derek understands, because he can see
in his eyes that Stiles is his person too.
When you get heartbroken, there’s no actual shattering of the heart, no heavy weight in your chest. There’s just the crushing reality of the fact that you won’t ever have them reverberating through your head.
Stiles could understand why he wasn’t the most likeable person on the planet, or even in his high school.
He was abrasive, loud, analytical, and gave about zero fucks on people’s comfort level. Which, honestly, was fine. He only cared about a handful of people in this God-forsaken world, so other people’s opinion of him could really not be bothered.
Enter Jackson Whittemore.
Ever since Stiles professed his love to one Lydia Martin in the fourth grade with a ring pop (which she ardently did not accept), Jackson has wanted, and sometimes succeeded, in making Stiles’ life hell.
In elementary, it used to infuriate Stiles. How Jackson would always steal his dessert at lunch, or push him too hard on the four-square court, and would always never cease to let Stiles know that he would never get to be friends with Lydia Martin.
And, yeah, sure, eleven-year-old Stiles would ball his fists and try to fight back, but that quickly changed in high school. And he started learning some, interesting, things about himself. Soon enough, Lydia Martin was the last thing on his mind, and so was Jackson and his taunting. In fact, with both of their academic success, he and Lydia found themselves in similar upper-class and AP classes throughout high school. Some would even call them, dare he say it, friends.
But, Jackson, not so much. Even now, at their senior year, Jackson still makes it his mission to give Stiles hell, even though he’s been dating Lydia Martin practically since he tossed the ring pop out of his hand. And it doesn’t help that now, with Stiles and Lydia being friends, and Allison and Lydia being inseparable, and Allison dating Scott, that Jackson has somehow integrated himself into their group of friends.
Which is exactly how Stiles finds himself rolling his eyes at Jackson as they pack up their equipment on the field after practice, Jackson whapping him with this lacrosse stick.
“You’re literally an infant, Jackson.”
“At least I don’t throw like one, Stilinski.” Jackson scoffs.
Scott snickers next to him, and immediately looks regretful when Stiles glares at him.
“I bet an infant would be better to deal with than you.” he snarls, stripping off his practice jersey to throw in his bag.
Lydia and Allison walk over from the bleachers, smiling faces, per usual.
“Good practice,” Allison says to them all, but leans into Scott for a kiss. Lydia’s moved to Jackson’s side, too, and when Stiles glances at them, Jackson has a snarly grin on his face.
“Jealous, Stilinski?” A common phrase from the asswipe since they were kids.
Stiles barks out a laugh. “Not in the slightest.” He ignores the small grin Lydia gives him.
Shouldering his bag, he lets out a long sigh. “Can we go? I’m starving.”
Everyone nods in agreement, starting to move towards the parking lot. Jackson throws an arm around Lydia.
“Yeah, must have worked up an appetite from all that standing around and doing nothing.”
This time, Stiles whacks him with his stick.
“Okay, but to be fair, my jeep has gotten us to Mexico and back.”
“It broke down half way, Stiles.” Lydia deadpans.
“We fixed it! Since when did you guys get all mean about getting into my car.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised it’s been alive this long.” Jackson scoffs.
“Walk your happy ass to the diner, then, Jackson. See if I care!”
And yet, all his friends still make their way to his jeep, because they know damn well Roscoe will get them anywhere.
But, when they get to the car, there’s one Derek Hale leaning against the hood, looking as ominous and broody as always.
“What do I owe this pleasure, Sourwolf?” Stiles preens, walking up to him, but Derek doesn’t move.
“You left your wallet at my place.”
Before Stiles could even reach in his back pocket to check, Derek straightens and tosses it to Stiles, causing him to, of course, flounder and very much not catch it at all.
“Aww, always looking out for me, huh Derek?” Stiles coos, shoving his wallet into his pocket.
“You’re pathetic, Stiles.” Jackson spits.
Stiles whisks around, and God does he want to smack that silly little smug look off Jackson’s face as he walks over.
“I swear to holy Hell, you can walk h-”
“You know he has a crush on you, right?”
Everyone stops cold, and suddenly all eyes are on Jackson, who is looking straight at Derek likes he’s fucking Sherlock who solved the case.
“He does,” Jackson continues. “He likes you, and it’s embarrassingly obvious to everyone.”
“Oh, my God,” Stiles groans, putting his face in his hands. Scott, on the other hand, is bright-eyed and excited, like a puppy who just saw a bone.
Derek quirks an eyebrow. “Do explain.”
And Jackson, oh Jackson looks like he’s just been given a whole litter of bones. “He talks about you constantly, he invites himself over to your place all the time. I wouldn’t be surprised if he jerks off alone in his room to a picture of you.”
Derek’s head whips to look at Stiles, but he already has his hands up in protest.
“I do not do that, okay?”
Jackson steps up to Stiles, face inches from his. “Just admit it, Stilinski. You have a crush on Derek.”
It’s quiet for a second, and Stiles is really considering what level of Hell would even want to welcome someone like Jackson Whittemore, when Derek speaks up.
“God, I hope so, or this would be really awkward.”
Jackson’s face drops, and he spins to look at Derek. In the background, the snickers of Allison and Lydia or ever so sweet to Stiles’ ears.
“I said,” Derek lifts himself off the car hood, and makes his way to Stiles, who practically beams up at him when Derek takes his hand in his, entwining their fingers. “I hope he has a crush on me, or this would be really awkward.”
Stiles watches as Jackson does a double take from him, to Derek, to their hands, and oh does it feel so, so good.
Scott’s outright barking with laughter now, and Jackson looks as pale as a ghost.
“Great job, dickweed. You just told my boyfriend that I liked him.”
“You… and Hale? Since when?” he spits out.
“Almost a year, sweetie.” Lydia pipes up, probably more smug than anyone since she was the first to know about Stiles’ flagrant homosexuality. And his impeding crush on Derek.
“Aww, babe? Almost a year! Did you hear that? We should celebrate.” Stiles preens, and even leans up to nudge his nose at Derek’s cheek, just to rub the salt in the wound a bit more for Jackson.
“I just found out you have a crush on me. I think we should take things a little slower, don’t you think?” But Stiles catches a hint of a smile on Derek’s face.
Stiles doesn’t stop himself when he feels Derek gravitate towards him, and happily leans into the kiss. It’s sweet and quick, but enough to get Jackson to pretend to vomit.
“Matter of a fact, I think I’ll walk.”
Later that night, when Derek is driving Stiles back home, Stiles reaches out to hold Derek’s hand over the console.
“Hey,” he mumbles, and Derek acknowledges him with a slight nod.
“Do you have a crush on me?”
Derek’s quiet for a moment, and suddenly Stiles feels a squeeze on his hand that makes his smile spread wider than his face.