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I SOLD MY SOUL FOR A FANDOM

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So I'm an 18 y/o from Oklahoma. I'll be real, there isn't much rhyme or reason to my blog. I post what I want. recently started watching Shameless and ship Gallavitch so hard. Sterek is my OTP. I'm not fully caught up on any shows, but I don't mind spoilers. I'M BEING SERIOUS HERE: if you talk to me, you will make my week! I just wanna talk to people. I write fan fiction and love to talk to people, so if you wanna talk, I'm game. I accept prompts for any ship, just be patient of I have to research them. ao3: GrangerPeavon insta: xxassassinxx18 twitter: @NeverLookedUp

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1. My best friend2. Sterek3. My niece4. Learning (weird, I know...)5. Coffee and tea/ yelling at my coworker in a Scottish accent because we can and it freaks people out

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sterek being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU. my soul needs this

3rd April, 2013 2015 we had sex in a broken down car wash. can check off steamy hand prints on a window from the bucket list. FUCK YEAH.

Stiles kept a log of everything. The camp stopped counting days, calendars were useless, phones had no signal, time was measured purely in trips in and out of the gate. Footfall, heads at tables, mouths being fed, those were what mattered to the Sheriff, to everyone in charge. It didn’t make a difference if it was a Tuesday or a Thursday. 

But, Stiles needed something to commemorate the day, to have it written down, and Derek found a journal on one of their scouting trips, brought it back and tossed it on the bed. 

“To stop you scraping damn notches on the bed post,” he’d remarked. 

Stiles had laughed, smirked at him even as his eyes were fond and filled with gratitude, “Everyone else thinks they’re for something else.”

“They must think we have a great deal of stamina,” Derek had replied, dropping down on the lumpy mattress. 

Stiles had hummed, run dirty but gentle fingers through Derek’s hair, “Or, that we’re desperate and frantic at the end of the world.”

“Is that why you kissed me last year, then?”

“Nope, I would have done that eventually; I’ve always been desperate about you, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Derek had repeated drily, buried his face in Stiles’ thigh, listened to him write something on the first page, his heartbeat fill the room. 

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“My name will be Hannah Dash, I will be captain of the gymnastics team and the math team and you will be my foxy friend, Drake Mathers, a delinquent with a heart of gold who the system has given up on.”

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mild-cherry-pepci-deactivated20

Dormant conversations with friends scare me. A lot.

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askmadisonvanornthenightguard

Same here, sometimes i feel like i annoy people, and they just dont want to talk to me…

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fazbearxentertainment

Yeah… I feel exactly the same.