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@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”

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~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)

Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.

He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.

“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.

He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.

There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.

He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.

“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.

*

He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.

Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.

It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.

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anonymous asked:

AHHH!!! You're online!! (Unless that was your queue ... YOU'RE queuete ;D ) I just wanted to say you're so awesome and talented and I have so much love for you, my faraway friend!!! \^_^/ <3 Blessings, MWUAH, x) XOXOXO!!!, Sarah

Sarah, this is lovely to read haha. I feel like I’ve been a bit out these past couple days. We’ve had a really sudden death in the family, and world events are gettin’ me down so apologies if I’ve been kinda out of commission. This message really perked me up, so thank you for your loveliness

to you, i thee wed (chapter 8)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.

(AO3//FF.net)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

WC: 7.6K

Thank you so much @sarahcada and @booksfullofme for the lovely edits!


“I told you,” Tikki gloats. “Ladybugs and Chat Noirs usually do end up getting married.”

“Uh-huh, Tikki.”

“It’s true, Plagg! Look, isn’t this about the third time I’ve been right?”

“Sure is,” he mutters.

Tikki beams and pats the top of his head. “Don’t worry, Plagg. We still have the reveal and I’m betting on your boy to spill the beans!”

Plagg laughs and shakes his head. “You’re on, you crazy thing. Though I bet Ladybug is way more brazen. Adrien, well–he’s only brave if he’s with me. Your girl is always brave it seems.”  

Tikki grins proudly. “That she is. That she is.”


Marinette only opens the bedroom door a fraction before checking the hallway again to make sure the coast is clear. Looking to her left, then her right, she’s positive she’s alone as she hears nothing aside from the chatter in the kitchen floating up the stairs. Relief pours through her as she enters the bedroom.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I wanted to thank you for your hard work creating awesome comics that keep making my days. Your perseverance and positivity are really uplifting and inspiring! I know that you feel down sometimes, so just imagine all of your fans sitting in front of our screens, cheering you on. (I mean, I'm not the only who does that, right?hahaha..) Just a quick question (out of curiosity, no pressure): Do you plan on releasing TPATJ as a book once it's done? Thanks for everything and keep on rockin'!

oh dude, my dearest dude thank you so much it’s these kinds of things that help me to keep going, even if I am made of elastic bands and pool noodles. I would like to hope that I will release TPatJ as a book, much as I really desperately want to get that second TPoH volume out, but as ever I need to find a publisher who’s willing to distribute the darned things. If I can’t I’ll try self publishing again but it’s all kinda… aargh, y’know? Anyway, thanks buddy I really appreciate the support from all of you, all the time

(Not sure if you care or not) But my dad was looking around at old CDs and found this..




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@dippyfreshxd OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME THIS YOU’RE SO LUCKY