this was something i wanted to write a fic for

[All of this happened because I wanted to write something about Stiles not being able to sleep without his pillow. Spoiler alert: his pillow is Derek.]


Derek tries not to look too hurt when Stiles says he’s going back to Washington, but when the Sheriff claps his back and Scott offers him a friendly hug, he knows he failed. But after everything, after the other night - it just doesn’t feel fair.


“It was a nice road trip, wasn’t it?” Stiles had said after they’ve won, after everything was done, their friends were alive and fine and Derek finally got his loft back. “I mean, we had some fun, right?”

Derek smiled without looking away from the flowers the Sheriff got him as a housewarming gift. “Yeah.” He answered, finally turning around. “It was nice to spend time with you.” It was more than nice and he cursed himself for not being able to say it, still, after everything, after the nights spent driving and talking and fucking in deserted roads.

“Yeah.” Stiles agreed easily. He was the one who started it after all, always showing up to save Derek - despite Derek saving him back plenty of times - always being there, trusting him, smiling and laughing like Derek makes him happy. “What will you do now that you’re a free man again?”

Derek shrugged. “I always wanted to start a farm, maybe raise some sheep?” When Stiles blinked at him, surprised, Derek let out a snort.

“Fuck you, I almost believed it!” Stiles said, punching his shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Derek shook his head, still smiling. 

You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stressed, his hand still on Derek’s shoulder, touching, teasing. “I’m -“ Derek didn’t let him finish then, turning around and just pressing their lips together.

He didn’t want to listen then - and in hindsight maybe he should’ve - but without the haste, the guilt of having a nice time whilst their friends could be dying, Derek couldn’t wait, he just wanted to worship Stiles’ body, just wanted to kiss all the places he couldn’t reach before when they were squeezed in the backseat of Stiles’ car. 

And so he did, he made Stiles moan his name the entire night and he moaned Stiles’ own just as louder. Just to have his heart crushed the morning after.


“I’m gonna miss you.” Stiles says, his Jeep packed and ready to go. To leave everything behind.

It’s unfair, Derek knows. Stiles didn’t make promises and neither did he, but he can’t help how he feels. He understands Stiles doesn’t want to be in Beacon Hills anymore and that’s his choice, but Derek made his own and he’s tired of running away.

He’s never felt closer to his family than when he’s here, he’s already lost enough and he doesn’t want to lose his home. But somehow, as Stiles drives away, he feels like he just did.


I miss you, Derek thinks every day, staring at the black screen of his phone and wondering if he should actually write those words and send them to Stiles. He decides against it and despite the fact he was joking before, on the third day after Stiles left, Derek buys a farm.

He tells Lydia first during lunch at her favorite restaurant - she was adamant they had to become best friends and Derek enjoys her company so he lets it happen easily - and she tells him he’s not allowed to wear plaid around her. Then he tells Scott and two days later, he shows up at Derek’s front door with all kinds of seeds - “We need pumpkins for Halloween, Derek. Make it happen!”.

It’s something to do with his hands, something to work on. Create life, instead of ending them, build things, instead of destroying. He feels good, better and healing. Cora says he’s calmer now and Derek smiles, despite knowing she won’t be able to see him, and tells her he is.

Some days Stiles texts him, others he doesn’t. Derek reads the ones he has every night before going to bed, but he never answers them.

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anonymous asked:

♥ for andreil plz :) love your writing btw

Anonymous said: ♥ for andreil just bc I find it really ooc but want to see it anyway….

Anonymous said:  ❤️ for andriel? 😘

  • ♥: Reacting to the other one crying about something

I bet you guys wanted me to go angsty with this one. (spoiler alert: I didn’t  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

(please don’t send me anymore now, I have plenty!)

Neil, it turns out, is a sentimental drunk.

If sober Neil is ready to roast anyone at the slightest provocation, then drunk Neil is just the same, except with compliments instead. Because Neil is only ever drunk around his Foxes, all of whom he is so full of love for that it has to have an outlet at some point.

Currently, they’re in the girls’ room, sans the baby Foxes (because honestly, fuck the baby Foxes), and the night is winding down. Andrew has spent the majority of the evening watching Neil’s cheeks get rosier and rosier, listening to the laugh that his friends can coax out of him so much easier when he’s been drinking.

Kevin took himself off to their suite a little while ago, and as Andrew notices Neil stumble for the umpteenth time, he thinks it best they call it a night as well.

“Neil,” he says, and Neil looks up immediately from where he’s half-perched on the arm of the sofa next to where Matt is sitting.

He smiles dopily. “Andrew.”

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Hi guys! I need your help.

A short while ago I reached a follower milestone (2k people!!! wtf????) and I wanted to do something for that. Now this something can sadly not be too long, because I am currently in my exam year and school is killing me


I have thought of something fun (I think), which is a drarry advent fic. Basically, I am going to post a fic every day of advent, starting on the third of December and ending on christmas eve. It’s one fic with 21 short chapters. 

I won’t disclose the plot just yet, but it would help a great deal if you send in gift ideas. These would be gifts from Draco to Harry, so basically

Send me ideas for what you think Draco would give Harry for christmas in 8th year

This can be an actual gift (like a sweater or a kitten), but also a quote. An encouraging message. A drawing (and I will kiss the ground you walk on if you actually make me a drawing). A photo. Anything. 

Thank you for reading this far, and I hope this won’t fail

I Never Stopped Loving You - Isaac Lahey Imagine (Feat. Liam Dunbar)

Requested by Anon: Hello! I saw that u were wanting to write Liam and Theo imagines so I thought I would request one? Can u do a Liam imagine where your his older sister and you used to date Isaac before he went to France and you still miss and liams trying to cheer you up and a couple months later he comes back? Idk it can be something along that story line! Love your writing btw! Have a great day!

Word Count: 3,087

Author’s Note: This is sort of an AU of the series finale.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

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taylor-tut  asked:

omg thank you so much for offering to write a birthday fic for me!! <3 (it's the 18th in case you're curious and I'll be 23~!) How about something where Lance's hands get burned and he tries to hide it because being the sharpshooter is all he has and he doesn't want to let the team down? :O

Ahhh I just found the ask! After I posted it…
Oh well happy birthday! Everyone go follow her she’s such a good writer!

anonymous asked:

Hey sooo, I really love that Jeffmads comic you're doing there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And uh, how do I say this with minimal awkwardness- Basically I was wondering if you'd want a fanfic/companion piece??? I love your art, I love Jeffmads, I can write pretty decently (at least that's what I'm told), so if you want I could write a lil something?? Let me know and I'll slink off anon :')


Lemme tell you, if my comic inspires you to write a fic/companion piece. I will read it. (This is a huge compliment. I don’t typically read fanfiction.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) sO PLEASE DO IT I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT I’M SURE YOU WRITE A M A Z I N G L Y 

(not to mention this is one of the most flattering things any artist can ever receive??? i have always wanted someone to write fanfiction off my silly antics but shh that’s my secret)

pls do it for me and for the good of the people

Close to 1,500 followers!

I’m either debating to write that marriage fic between Elias/Chise as a celebration or doing something else

If you’d like to see anything from me, let me know! I definitely want to celebrate this growth somehow! I’ve never had a blog get so many, haha.

peaceandlove77  asked:

You said one day you will write something about Carlos being captured by Uma and Harry that's really dark. How about this: Uma and Gil get Harry a birthday present, a tightly tied up and gagged Carlos! Just an idea if you want to write than cool thanks but it's up to you :)

One of these days, I’ll actually write that super dark fic lol.


(Head’s up to anyone reading: I don’t post smut on Tumblr, so this won’t get as dirty as it should be!)

Rated PG13. Kind of smutty

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Happy Fan Fiction Friday lovelies! I️ get asked a lot what I️ do for fun and here it is! I️ draw and write fan fics 😽 I️ take breaks from my art and spend some time writing my Walking Dead Fac Fiction. Oh you betcha! I’m totally digging the Daryl and Beth love! They are one of my top OTPs😍 I️ love writing about what would happen if the show had gone in a different direction (totally my wish fulfillment ha ha ha) If you want to read my story I’ve got my fic as a tier in my Patreon. I️ was super scared about it at first. Writing has always been a very personal thing for me. Especially this kind of writing 😂 But I️ wanted something fun,different and special for my supporters so you can know me on a more personal level. So fan fic it is! If you pledge on for the cost of a cup of coffe you can get all the sexy Bethyl you can handle! 😸 #myotplove #bethanddarylforever #sillybusiness

#camilladerrico #fanfiction #bethxdaryl #twd #patreon #thewalkingdead #pledge #writing

Plump Purple Bird

Summary: OT3 AU: The husbands complement Papa Bird for the purple streaks he put in his hair. Oswald wanted to try something new to impress Edward and Lucius.

Rating: Teen



Normally, Oswald would allow his hair to dry naturally. He’d twist his long salt and pepper threads up in a towel and sit by the fireplace to read an unfinished book. However, today Papa Bird didn’t just wash his hair, he colored it, adding an accent of purple on each side of his graying temples. He had the urge to do something new, not only to get out of his routine style but to impress his lovers, his husbands, Lucius and Edward.

A polyamorous marriage wasn’t something the three of them planned for their lives. It’s just something that happened over time. The way the three of them fell in love was unorthodox, to say the least, but they wouldn’t have had it happen any other way.

Oswald blow dries his hair and is awed by the rich color highlighting his face. His two favorite men will drop dead on sight.

“Oswald,” Lucius says, knocking on the bathroom door. “You know I’m not one to rush, but we’re going to be late for the dinner.”

“I—I’ll be right out,” Oswald answers and turns off the blow dryer. “Could you please help Eddie. You know—you know he hates tying those bow ties.”

“Okay, but you need to come out soon.”

“I will. Don’t worry.” Oswald quickly squirts a bit a hair product into his hands and slips them through his hair, giving it a nice sheen as he brushes the product through. He then washes his hands and puts on the rest of his suit before stepping out of the bathroom, hoping to find both of his husbands together. He wants to kill two birds with one stone.

Standing at the foot of their bed, Edward complains about his second husband’s bow tying abilities. “Lucius, that’s too tight.”

“Well, you always tie them too loosely.” Lucius slips the loops of Edward’s glittery emerald tie into the knot. “It’ll loosen throughout the night.”

“Ugh,” Edward slips a finger under the tie and tugs at it a little. “Why didn’t Oswald tie it?”

“Because he’s in the bathroom.” Lucius straightens Ed’s tie and Edward gently shoos his hand away. “He’s probably in the mirror staring at himself,” says with a smile and drops his arms down to his sides. “Which I don’t blame him for,” he adds.

Edward chuckles and leans into Lucius, planting his hand on his cheeks and kisses his soft lips. “I don’t blame him either,” he murmurs on Lucius’ lips. “We are lucky to have such a beautiful husband.”

“I feel like the lucky one,” Oswald says from the doorway, making his presence known. “To have both of you.”

Edward and Lucius turn their attention to Oswald and their eyes widen at the gorgeous spectacle bestowed upon them. They immediately let go of each other and meet Oswald at the door.

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this is a one time thing, but I just watched ragnarök and would like to write something short for thor and loki, since I only have one fic of them. I will accept prompts for the next coming few hours, but if I get one I like I’ll close prompts again. I’ll only use one of the prompts because I don’t want to write more than one fic (unless more than one prompt REALLY speak to me). if I get no prompts or no prompt I like I’ll close prompts and pretend this never happened

rules: no cheer up tickling, no tickling as interrogation, no cruel tickling, no “person a finds out person b is ticklish”

ready? go!


hi this is my first time writing a 2nd pov fic. honestly it feels more like some otherworldly figure is telling You about how she met riko or something. oops. kinda wanna make a second one

She was perfect in your eyes. Her flowing auburn hair and warm amber eyes. The way she smiles at you makes your heart race. Compared to your silver locks paired with ocean blue eyes, she was a burning fire. You’ve always wondered how she cold love someone as dull as yourself.

“C’mon You! I want to go to our special place.”

Your special place with her. It was where you two first met, after all. Thats the entire reason why it was special. If it didn’t have any significance, it would just been that one forest near the park.

It was a small forest near the outskirts of the park. It was a good distance away so kids wouldn’t tread over there. In the middle of the lush green forest, there was a clearing. You wouldn’t have gone if it weren’t for the sound of her playing the viola.

It was a soft distant sound. You were sitting on a bench in between the forest and the park. Her viola was still audible with the few children running around you. Wanting to hear the music, you walked over to the forest. Thats when you saw her.

“Look, its where I first saw you.”

Ever since you first saw her, she wouldn’t get off your mind. The way she gracefully played the instrument in her hand, the way she looked at you with curiosity. The way she first said hello. If you had gone back in time and told yourself that you met a woman who would change your life, you would laugh.

She was practically burned into your mind. The more you sat in the clearing and listened, the more she was buried into your mind.

“You, I love you.”

You pressed your lips against hers. “I love you too, Riko.”

I’m a writer, I whisper to myself as I struggle to add 51 new words to the fic I’ve been whittling together for months like Frankenstein’s decaying prose monster.

A concept: 

Logan has a really big sweet tooth and on Thomas’ birthday they all celebrate because it’s technically their birthday too. 

They decide to have a chocolate cake and Logan demands the first piece and cuts the cake in half and drops it on his plate.

Roman nearly vomits because that’s so much cake and calories and Logan just digs in. 

Virgil comments that Logan can’t finish the massive piece he’s cut for himself and Logan says he could eat the whole thing if he wanted to.

Virgil bets he can’t eat the whole cake and Logan agrees and digs in with his fork and the others watch in horror as he devours the whole thing with no issue. 

Once he’s finished he pushes his plate forward and says,



“Soldier! Are you listening to me?”

lanzazul: Yoooo!!  You never really told me when captain Keith started to have a crush on the prince!

@ardcntblaze: Okay so hear me out. Keith always thought the young prince was kinda stuck up and spoiled. But one day, while doing rounds in town as a soldier, he witnesses Lance being very kind. Helping out some poor children and their families. Dirtying his hands to help out. And then he saw how much Lance cared about the people. And then he sees Lance’s genuine smile, not the fake smile that Lance wears in court and around the nobles but a sweet, honest, happy smile that just lights up his entire face and he gets these doki dokis


Bitty Has A Fanclub

What if Bitty and Jack came out before the end of Bitty’s senior year. And basically SMH games are attended by a fuckin’ brigade of gay hockey fans who are stoked as hell that the hot blond one is One Of Us and beyond thrilled at the ZimmerBittle narrative that’s played out on ESPN and in the Swallow and across social media. 

They’ve followed the team this whole time ofc but they just go wild the week the news breaks. They show up to an away game decked the fuck out. This is a nice counterpoint to the tiny knot of deplorables protesting outside the arena. Bitty forgets all about the awful signs they saw coming off the bus, because the self-styled Samwell Hockey Gays / Official Eric Bittle Fan Club have a ginormous rainbow flag which they’re basically using as a huge communal cape and signs that read “YO, CALL ME ERIC BITTLE!” and “HE CAN PLAY” and “OH CAPTAIN OUR CAPTAIN” with a really cute rendering of Bitty on it.

Jack comes to one of Bitty’s last home games and has a really weird exchange while he’s waiting for the bathroom. A guy wearing a #15 shirsey keeps giving him the side eye, and then when Jack is leaving the restrooms a few minutes later, the same guy engages Jack in a confusing conversation that somehow involves thanking Jack for “having the guts to be the first out player in the NHL” while also delivering a shovel talk the likes of which Jack has never experienced. The words “Eric Bittle is a perfect human being” actually leave this kid’s mouth and while Jack agrees, he’s pretty sure Bitty doesn’t know this guy—

“Oh, bro,” Nursey says later at the after-kegster. “You met a Samwell Hockey Gay. The Bitty Brigade, my friend. They’re literally all in love with Bitty and there’re like three of them who are obsessed with Tango, don’t ask. Anyway, that fucker who checked Bits last month?”

“At Brown?”

“Chyeah. Those guys drove to Brown and destroyed that guy’s car with shaving cream and shit.”

Jack blinks.

“Oh!” Chowder chimes in to their left. “Are we talking about the SHG’s? They’re so nice! They watch all of Bitty’s videos and sometimes they bring snacks to kegsters!”

Dex snorts on the right. “They’re terrifying. There’s a couple girls, too. They were Lardo fanatics, apparently, and they just sort of joined up with the Bitty Brigade last year. Vicious in the stands. I heard one of them dumped a basket of nachos over some guy’s head for calling Lardo a puck bunny one time.”

“Huh,” Jack says. The four of them stand there, leaning against the wall with their red cups in hand, and watch as Bitty comes down from a kegstand across the room. He gets his feet under him without so much as a stumble and laughs as he’s slapped on the back by a loyal group of tadpoles and the even younger guys he calls Frogs the Third. 

There’s a tall, dark-haired guy standing by, clearly waiting to chat with Bitty. Bitty grins and his cheeks are flushed from being upside down and a little tipsy. Tall Guy leans down to say something in Bitty’s ear. Jack clears his throat and pushes off the wall. “I’m just gonna—”

Dex snorts again. “Uh huh.” 

Jack makes his way across the room so he can just sort of stand behind and slightly to the left of Bitty, aiming for casual, supportive. He’s a casual, supportive boyfriend, here to make sure no one is bothering anybody. He notes that he’s at least an inch taller than that guy, and drinks his soda, satisfied. 

Later, he’ll mention the fan club and Bitty will look at him with absolutely zero comprehension. 

“Uh,” Jack tries. “The Samwell Hockey Gays? Or, I guess the Bitty Brigade? It’s like a thing.”

Bitty giggles and gives Jack a drunken slap on the shoulder. “Oh it is not, don’t be silly.”

So anyway, after Bitty graduates, the Samwell Hockey Gays will occasionally make a quick trip up to Providence to check out a Falconer game, blow off some steam, and maybe catch a glimpse of their (recently engaged) idol in the family section. Half of them are Zimmermann fans, and the other half eventually, grudgingly, come around to not hating him on principle (”Does he even KNOW how lucky he is?”) HE DOES, GUYS! 

The Tony Tangredi Faction takes off like a rocket and flourishes in the space Bitty leaves behind, much to Whiskey’s dismay. 

The end! 

“I went on a date tonight.”

Derek passively watches Stiles push past him into the loft. “Good for you?”

“No, not good for me,” Stiles says, irritated. “Not good for me because it was horrible.”

Derek is…really confused. It’s not like he and Stiles don’t talk – Derek might go so far as to say they’re approaching the border between acquaintances and friends – but they basically stick to safe topics like movies and Scott. They don’t really talk about their personal lives all that often.

He shuts the door and tentatively takes a seat on the couch where Stiles has already made himself quite at home. He’s not sure if he should give Stiles some room, but he doesn’t say anything so Derek leans back and settles in.

“And I’m telling you this,” Stiles says like he knows what Derek’s thinking, “because it’s all your fault it was horrible.”

“But I wasn’t there.” Derek can feel his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. He hadn’t left the loft all night, but maybe whatever went wrong was his fault. A lot of things were his fault.

Stiles’ frown finally disappears, replaced with a hopelessly fond smile that spreads slowly across his face. “See, that? That’s why tonight went so badly. I kept thinking about you the whole time. And then I realized that probably means I’m kind of into you, so I came here to check and you’re being all adorable and I think we should kiss to be sure.”

Derek just stares at him for a few seconds because that was a lot of information to take in. Finally, he asks, “You want to kiss me?”

Stiles nods. His heart beat is elevated and his fingers are tapping against his thigh like he does when he’s nervous, but he looks so earnest and excited that something in Derek crumbles. He can’t pretend he’s never thought about what it would be like, can’t push down the want that’s been steadily growing the past couple of years. He doesn’t want to, either.

Derek leans forward slow enough that Stiles has plenty of time to pull away, change his mind, put a stop to all this. But he doesn’t, and their lips meet in a barely there, almost shy kiss.

It’s adorable, and two full-grown men should not kiss adorably, so Derek tilts his head a little, runs his tongue against Stiles’ bottom lip, and everything suddenly gets decidedly less adorable.

After some time (it could have been a minute or ten; Derek brain kind of shut off when Stiles decided it would be a good idea to playfully nibble Derek’s top lip) Stiles smiles into the kiss and starts to shake a little with suppressed laughter.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles says as he pulls back. “I was just wondering how I could ever have found you intimidating when you taste like pineapples.”

Derek wants to laugh because it’s the exact opposite for him, that Stiles has never been more intimidating, but then he’s leaning in again and, well, Derek can tell him later.


“Why are you telling me all of this?” Lexa asks.

Clarke hums and takes a moment to consider the question. She runs her finger around the rim of her mug and seems to be looking inside of it for the answer. For all Lexa knows it’s actually in there.

She looks up and Lexa is struck by how soft and how blue her eyes are.

“Maybe I just wanted someone to know.”

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