Nan. 27. Welsh-Canadian. I like to write sometimes. I also like to post a lot of porn and food. Often simultaneously.
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It hits Derek like a sack of bricks, the exact instant he realizes how fucking in love he is with Stiles. Maybe he’ll look back on this at the end of his life—whenever that happens to be—and remember the moment perfectly, and maybe he won’t; waking up slowly in bed to the soft postdawn light of his bedroom, seeing Stiles so gorgeously silhouetted by the curtained window, dressed in nothing but his underwear and cradling a mug of hot coffee, one leg casually bent, posture so painfully relaxed and innocent of Derek’s gaze. The sight overwhelms Derek in a heartbeat, drowns him in its weight, but if his love is an ocean he’ll never wish for a breath of air again.
All Derek can see is the dark, fuzzy impression of the back of Stiles’s head as he looks quietly out the window at something Derek can only guess at. A private mystery that, like a lot of things, like Derek, now, belongs to Stiles and Stiles alone, that might put a lingering hint of a smile on his lips when he finally—a minute from now, an hour maybe—turns and catches Derek staring. Knowing Stiles, the smile won’t be long for a teasing smirk and some offhand remark about Derek’s creeper tendencies, and then the moment’ll be gone, replaced by flirtatiously traded barbs and maybe a lazy round of wakeup sex. But until then, this Stiles is all his, the long, brushstroke-graceful curve of his broad shoulders down to the sensual dip of his back, the tender handspan of his impossibly narrow waist, the gentle swell of his ass and long lines of his legs, the unspeakably sexy way his skintight briefs cling to his cock and balls. Even the sight of his exaggerated puppy-paw hands and feet, for once motionless and calm, catches Derek’s breath in his chest, details of the body Derek knows so intimately just barely visible against the backdrop of morning sunlight.
He must make a noise of some kind, a gentle releasing of all the things suddenly building behind his breastbone in an unbearable swell of feeling, because Stiles suddenly turns, a minute pivot of hip and shoulder, and he’s looking at Derek with the same serenity he’d reserved for whatever he was watching outside. The smile isthere, but stays quiet and knowing for a drawn-out second as they do nothing but gaze at each other from across the room, Stiles’s expression open and warm and heartbreaking as the steam from his coffee teases tendrils up his jaw that Derek wishes very badly were his fingers, his lips.
It’s almost too subtle for Derek to catch, and would be if he didn’t know Stiles’s face so very, very well, enough to notice the way his mouth and eyes soften just so, a tiny quirk of the lips Derek hopes no other living soul will ever get to see, just him. And he knows, then, that Stiles understands just what he’s thinking, can read all the same things off Derek’s expression as Derek reads in his.
For a second Stiles opens his mouth like he wants to tell him, uncaring as ever that speech isn’t always necessary as long as it makes him happy. And from the gleam of his eyes, it’s clear saying it would bring him no small joy. But then he shuts it again and shakes his head a bit with a smile and a rueful chuckle, takes a step closer and says instead, “Hey,” low and private, something for Derek and no one else.
And that’s all it takes, that right there, that one word. It’s enough; it’s all he’ll ever need to know.
You know what’s really freaking nerve-wracking? Posting a fic within a fandom where you don’t really have a following.
Even more so is posting it, and having it fly under the radar for whatever reason - so I propose this:
Reblog this post, and if any of your followers are writers, they should take this as an open invitation to pimp out their own work - be it the first story they wrote, the one that was most challenging to write, or the story they’re most proud of - to you, in the interest of spreading the word around. You will then publish their asks with or without comment, if you so wish. It’s all about inspiring confidence in lesser-known writers.
I’ve seen countless fic-recs with categories which are missing stories that are simply amazing. Nobody’s going to know about them all.
Alternatively, if you haven’t caught the writing bug, I want you to respond with your favourite underappreciated fic that you’ve read.
(This way, if you don’t feel comfortable bragging about your own work - though you should, because you’re all fabulous - you can go on anon and pose as an avid reader. See? Everybody gets to play.)
I don’t want the fandom to lose authors because their work was pretty much ignored, and I know we are, at our core a place for love and encouragement - despite what goes on sometimes. Show me what you’ve got…
Just a reminder that I am participating in AO3’s Fandom Auction and that bidding will remain open until April 25th.
I’m offering 3 Teen Wolf fics over 1000 words to the 3 highest bidders (that’s one fic each), so get on over there and bid, or click the link for more information on what I will and won’t write. As a bonus, I will be matching the highest winning bid in a donation to AO3.
This is for a great cause, since we all rely on AO3 in one way or another, whether it’s to publish fic or read it until we can’t read no more.
And while you’re at it, check out all the other amazing authors who have also offered up their stories by visiting the Authors Page.
Last day to bid! Come on, kittens!
Hello, fandoms. Look at your old fanfic archive. Now back to me. Now back to your old fanfic archive. Now back to me. Thankfully, I now exist. You guys can help make sure I stick around by getting in on the AO3AUCTION to help raise money for my maintenance costs. Look down. Back up. You’re on The Enterprise, with a fanfic archive that supports actual tagging and fandom segmentation. What’s in your hand. Back at me. I have it. It’s a novelty TARDIS with two tickets to Iron Man 3. Look again. The tickets are now mountain ash. Anything is possible when you bid for fic through the AO3AUCTION. I’m in the Impala.
LAST DAY TO BID, PEOPLE! Go check out the list of glorious authors and help keep AO3 up and being fantastic!
PS: I hear there’s some random chick named Hatteress offering Teen Wolf fic on there somewhere, what the hell’s that all about? SHEESH.
PPS: Just in case it needs to be said, I’m not affiliated with AO3 or the AO3AUCTION. I’m just a dickhead with photoshop and an hour to kill.
THIS IS SO FUCKING GLORIOUS I MIGHT CRY. Also feel free to bid on me but you might end up in a fistfight like jfc people are bidding against their own selves, shit’s getting CRAZY up in here.
Bidding ends at April 25, 11:59:59pm GMT (UTC); there’s a time zone converter here if you want to figure out what time that is for you locally. For US timezones, assuming I’m actually using that time zone converter correctly (and we probably shouldn’t assume because I am in fact allergic to numbers), that’s 7:59:59pm Eastern, 5:59:59pm Mountain, 4:59:59pm Pacific on April 25th.
Seconded! (Or is that thirded?)
Just a reminder that I am participating in AO3’s Fandom Auction and that bidding will remain open until April 25th.
I’m offering 3 Teen Wolf fics over 1000 words to the 3 highest bidders (that’s one fic each), so get on over there and bid, or click the link for more information on what I will and won’t write. As a bonus, I will be matching the highest winning bid in a donation to AO3.
This is for a great cause, since we all rely on AO3 in one way or another, whether it’s to publish fic or read it until we can’t read no more.
And while you’re at it, check out all the other amazing authors who have also offered up their stories by visiting the Authors Page.
Just a reminder that I am participating in AO3’s Fandom Auction and that bidding will remain open until April 25th.
I’m offering 3 Teen Wolf fics over 1000 words to the 3 highest bidders (that’s one fic each), so get on over there and bid, or click the link for more information on what I will and won’t write. As a bonus, I will be matching the highest winning bid in a donation to AO3.
This is for a great cause, since we all rely on AO3 in one way or another, whether it’s to publish fic or read it until we can’t read no more.
And while you’re at it, check out all the other amazing authors who have also offered up their stories by visiting the Authors Page.
Does anyone remember the author or title of a future fic where Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after having moved to Minnesota to become a cop? Derek is werewolf-bethrothed to a woman from another pack, but when Stiles comes back all kinds of wackiness ensues.
I feel like the story might’ve been deleted from AO3, because it’s no longer in my bookmarks. BUT I WANT TO READ IT. (So if there’s a PDF floating around that’d be greatly appreciated, too.)
And on that same note, if anyone has suggestions for other great future fic, lemme at ‘em!
MUCH OBLIGED, LOVELIES!
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
54 seconds.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
30 seconds.
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
25 seconds.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
20 seconds.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
19. Faster.
18. Quicker.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
10 seconds.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
i think youre gonna write the book i nominate you you have no choice go get writing now
This is currently the Derek/Stiles AU I am working on. You have my permission to show your pleasure. (Okay, I know there’s like two of you out there who will be excited, and I’m one of them.)
(Source: illness-and-instruments)
Looks like April 8 is officially Stiles’s birthday! So that means he’ll be 17 in canon in season 3, right? (If 4 months have passed?)
Yes and no? In my mind, the months that passed between S2 and S3 are the summer months. If what they said above is true (which see below for why this assertion lacks logic) then, yes, I would say Stiles turns 17 pretty much immediately after the events of Master Plan. If not, then…well.
Here’s my problem: An April birthday makes zero sense. Stiles is driving at the beginning of S1 and Lydia’s birthday we KNOW is March 19th. If she’s a sophomore, she’s turning 16, which pins down the date of “Party Guessed.” If Stiles’ birthday is truly April 8th, he wouldn’t be turning 16 until after she does. I don’t see Papa Stilinski letting him drive at 15. And if he did turn 17 on the April 8th between S2 and S3, it means he got held back at some point because birthday cut-offs for when you can start Kindergarten, etc are traditionally in the fall (December 5th in California).
C’mon guys. Please with the continuity. PLEASE. PLEEEEEEASE.
Based on the season lacrosse plays and the firm date of Lydia’s birthday along with other, more general, dating signposts littered through canon the totality of Seasons 1 & 2 take place between winter (possibly fall) break and late-March to early-April of their sophomore year.All of the Teen Wolf characters drive. Lydia, Jackson, Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Matt—they’re all supposed to be sophmores. Legally in California, the way I understand it the ones born on the October 1 cutoff shouldn’t be able to drive until April 1, because that would be six months after being able to take the written test for the permit. (Except for Allison, obviously.) But I’m going to let it go because I’m glad they’re driving everywhere. Meanwhile, maybe it would’ve made more sense if they started in their junior year.
DEAR TEEN WOLF CHRONOLOGY. I HATE YOU
Yeah, it’s totally fucked. And off the insurance report from Erica’s father, we know Jackson’s birthday is June 1995, which means he isn’t 16 yet either. Nor is Erica, for that matter, since before she and Boyd take off she tells Derek she’d like to turn 16 and get her driver’s license, and we’re pretty sure she’s in the same grade as everyone else, yes?
In other words: CONTINUITY, WHAT CONTINUITY?
