#btw I am not tagging anyone other than scott

[siilvers-blog]

twinkie obession ;

pairing : peter maximoff x gn ! reader word count : 1 951 note : soulmate au where you can taste whatever your soulmate is eating at that moment . and my baby boy is too good for this world . i wanted to write something like more grandiose , but for now this dumb soulmate au will do ! feedback is appreciated <33 requests are super open btw so if u sent in any ,,, peter stuff ,,, we’d be grateful ( moreso me , but whatever haha !! ) - mod em ( under the cut for length ) 

For as long as you could remember, you’d feel the taste of twinkies in your mouth. When you were young, the taste would be occasional and welcome, but around your early teens it began to plague you every single day. Eventually, even looking at twinkies made you feel sick to your stomach and, god, you couldn’t understand how the hell your stupid soulmate could eat a whole batch of them every day. It was kind of admirable, the fact that they could eat the same exact thing so often and not throw up, but your burning hatred overshadowed whatever respect you had for them.

Hate would’ve been a strong word for the first month of non-stop twinkies, somehow you thought you’d manage. But one day it felt as if twinkies were all your soulmate was consuming. That, topped by a bad grade on one of your essays made you reduce your desk into ash in front of your whole class. And that was how you found out you were a mutant; the same exact day all your friends deemed you a freak (some friends) and the same exact day all you could taste were twinkies.

And it was safe to say you hated your soulmate. Which was fine. He’d hate you too if he knew you were a mutant.

You beat yourself up for years for being a mutant, refusing to interact with most people in fear you’d burn them as quickly as you burned your desk that day. Your parents would always try to console you, tell you that you were perfectly fine, that you’d become something great one day. But after your graduation, you came to find that people didn’t really want to hire mutants that much, especially those with an unpredictable and flaming personality. So, you accepted the reality that you’d just have to live with your parents forever, that your soulmate was off somewhere being all happy and eating twinkies, and that you’d never even meet them because you were, what society deemed, disgusting.

Not that eating twinkies every day was any better.

But life of a mutant wasn’t as black and white as you thought, as now you were standing right in front of the famous Charles Xavior school for the gifted with a suitcase in hand. Just a few days back you had burst into tears after receiving an invitation and now you could barely hold them back at the sight of it. Finally, you though, your life was going to turn for the better. You were about to step foot inside, but you suddenly felt someone run past you and into the mansion. Felt; it was an odd word to describe someone who was probably running, but you literally only saw a flash of silver skim past you insanely fast and you just assumed that it was a mutant with super speed. Oh, and the fact that this mystery mutant bumped into you and now you were falling backwards also factored into your deduction. Were you going to tumble down the fancy porch stairs on your first day here? Yeah. Were you still happy with the fact you were here, that there were already careless people bumping into you and not minding their mutations? Extremely and your sudden grin proudly showed that off.

Yet you didn’t have the chance to fall, another mutant teleported by your side and grabbed you by your forearms, looking at you with concern. He was…blue and he had three fingers on each hand, and a tail, and he just teleported in front of you, and, wow, you were so happy to be here.

“Hi!” You couldn’t help but beam at him, despite the fact that he was the only thing preventing you from crashing down. “I’m (Y/N)!”

You noticed the stranger opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it upon noticing something…someone behind you – someone else, who was now pushing you back up to your feet with a giggle.

“Sorry about Peter, er, the guy who almost knocked you down here!” You heard the person behind you say. “We were supposed to show you around, but Peter’s awfully impatient so he said that the last person here was gonna show you around and ran off.”

“I’m Jubilee!” She was now in front of you, grinning and waving. “We’re super glad you’re here, actually, I’m sure you’ll have a chance to get back at Peter for being such an idiot!” She then pointed at the blue mutant who was still holding your arms. “That’s Kurt!”

“Guten tag!” He grinned and let go of you to wave with both of his hands. “It is very nice to meet you!”

And you could’ve sworn you’ve never felt more at home than now. Kurt was gracious enough to teleport all your stuff into your room before he and Jubilee began the tour. It was very extensive, they insisted they weren’t going to leave you to your own devices until you knew exactly where everything was, even if it took the entire day to show you around. You even met some others along the way, like Scott and Jean, who you learned were soulmates. Jean complained about some food she didn’t like that Scott absolutely loved and you shared a laugh, even feeling comfortable enough to mention that all your soulmate seems to eat is twinkies and how much it annoys you. They shared a look as you said that, it almost seemed like a knowing look, before Jean told you how much that must suck and took her leave with Scott. Eventually, you circled back to your room, a little sad that the day was coming to an end, but excited because this was your life now. You had a place where everyone accepted you for what you were and-

Oh god, that god-awful taste of twinkies was in your mouth again. Just as you thought your soulmate wouldn’t eat any today.

“Jubilee, wait!” She turned to you once you had called for her, still smiling. “Everything in the kitchen is…free to take, right?”

She snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course it is! Everything is everyone’s, you’re free to take anything anytime!”

Exhaling, you raced past her, yelling out a “thanks” and “see you later!” as you ran. You thought you’d at least try to drown out the taste, even if it didn’t work most of the time, if anything, you might inconvenience your soulmate a little bit by eating something else. Like a fruit for a change!

As you finally reached the kitchen, you exhaled in relief upon finding it was empty. You were a bit worn out from the excitement of today and you didn’t want to seem weird in front of anyone, especially with how frantically you looked around the kitchen for something juicy and sweet. Ah, that apple sat in a basket in the middle of the counter made your mouth water! In fact, at this point, anything that wasn’t a twinkie made your mouth water.

“Ah, so good…” You muttered to yourself after taking a bite, feeling the taste of the twinkie disappear and be replaced with that of an apple.

“You a telepath, or are you just talking to yourself here?”

You nearly choked on your treat after hearing the unfamiliar voice so suddenly and nearly choked again after the owner of it appeared in front of you in a blur. Silver, he must’ve been the mutant who nearly knocked you over - Peter.

“Talking to myself, relishing in how good this apple is, mostly.” You shrugged, a small smile on your face. “What brings you here?”

He was no longer in front of you, instead opening the fridge door. Witnessing someone utilizing their mutation for such mundane things brought a smile to your face. It was quickly wiped though, seeing as how he had pulled out a twinkie from the fridge and waved it around.

“Hungry, soulmate’s not munching on something too tasty right now.” He said, unwrapping that godforsaken thing and tilting his head after you had turned away. “What’s wrong? Am I too attractive for the eyes of a newbie?”

“Nope, I just hate twinkies.” Biting the apple, you shook your head. “My soulmate eats them, like, every day and I can’t stand it. I’m convinced they’re insane.”

Peter fell silent and you were almost concerned that he ran off after you had declared you hated twinkies. Maybe he just held a deep love for them. Did you offend him, perhaps? You turned back and as soon as you did, he bit down on the twinkie, staring right in your eyes. And then you felt the all-too-familiar twinkie taste. And then you realized.

“Oh my god…” You breathed, slamming the half-eaten apple back on the counter. “It’s you!”

You didn’t quite understand why your heart started beating so fast at the sight of him eating that damned twinkie and grinning at you like an idiot. You didn’t understand why suddenly you felt so…anxious, why you were scared to move. This was it, you always visualized meeting your soulmate and then hitting them over and over again for making your life a living hell just by eating twinkies, but all you could do now was stare.

“Y-You’re a mutant!” You choked out, hands flying to cover your gaping mouth. In reality, you just tried to hide the smile growing on your face because you were supposed to hate this guy. “Like me!”

“Yeah, a freak, if you will.” He chuckled, licking his fingers after just finishing this twinkie. “That’s why I’m here, just like you.” He pointed at you, but really, he was trying his hardest not to run up to you and spin you around. Then you’d really think he was insane.

Could you blame him though? He also didn’t think his soulmate would be a mutant too, the chances were just too slim.

“I can’t believe this!” With quick steps, you walked up to him and proceeded to punch his chest lightly, light-heartedly, which was proved by how much you were giggling. “I hate you, you know! Do you have any idea how much you made me hate twinkies? I was literally so annoyed one day, I burned down my desk at school!”

Peter laughed; it was cute. “You don’t really sound like you hate me.” He grabbed your wrists, grinning down at you. “But it’s charming to see you pretend that you’re totally not head over heels for me right now.”

“I am not!” You shook your head, a grin of your own decorating your features. “I am extremely annoyed! Especially at the fact that my soulmate is some maniac who looks dumb and thinks that eating twinkies everyday is good for him!”

“Well,” he began slyly. “I’m sure we can discuss my new diet plan during a date.”

“Peter, you are insufferable.” You paused. “But I suppose we could talk about your twinkie addiction sometime.”

His smile fell for a moment. “Hey…what’s your name again?”

You snorted, light giggles eventually escalating into a laugh that made Peter smile softly. Still laughing, you placed your head on his chest, making him turn slightly red, unbeknownst to you. You had already forgotten that you could feel the taste of that twinkie he had eaten moments ago. Perhaps you were just too overjoyed to remember all the downsides of having this dummy as your soulmate. Sure, all he ate was twinkies, but he was a mutant too, which instantly meant he wouldn’t hate you for your mutation. And he looked dumb, which was charming, you thought.

Well, you supposed you’ll just have to deal with the twinkies, since your soulmate wasn’t that bad.

[dreadnought-dear-captain]

You Asked, I Told + Chapter 33 Update

Hello everyone! First off, I am so, so, SO sorry for taking so long to update. I am about to put the finishing touches on Chapter 33, and if all goes according to plan, I should have it for you between March 7th-9th - just in time for Captain Marvel! Meow. This chapter is clocking in at OVER 30,000 WORDS, so although it has taken me an abysmally long time to complete it, I hope the length will make it somewhat worthwhile. 

And now for your Asks! These contain a spoiler for chapter 15 and some milder spoilers for some of the later chapters (30-32-ish). 

I understand this completely. I have problems with a lot of military fics because of their verisimilitude (or lack thereof). I will say in general that I have had a good deal of affiliation with military-related environments and individuals in my life and that I have done my research to the best of my abilities. Part of why I take so long to update is the immense amount of research I do. That said, as I mentioned at the beginning of the fic, sometimes I may stretch or alter the details (a platoon/fire team/company is not as small as I portray it, same with convoy sizes etc.) in order to make it easier for me to write. And I will just plain screw stuff up because I’m a person. But over all, the most important thing for me is to capture the themes of deployment, war, recovery, readjustment (or not), trauma, etc. and convey these things with realism. But I do try to get a lot of the details right, too. 

I hope a lot of this stuff rings true to you in the fic. I invite you and other uniformed personnel and veterans to DM me and let me know how I can make the details ring truer. I have shaped the work in other ways based on feedback and am willing to do it further, provided I don’t have a good reason for making things the way they are now. 

Yeah, I’m sorry I had to turn off anons because of the trolls. I’m glad you enjoyed the emotional catharsis for Steve here. He really needed to actually feel his emotions rather than turning everything into pain and puke. (BTW, meta note, I write a lot of vomit for some reason. I know it’s a large part of being a heavy drinker, because you just can’t drink that much and not puke a lot, and I wanted Steve to be a puker because I wanted to showcase a huge somatic reaction, but yeesh, what is UP with the all the puke? I hate vomit IRL, so much.)

And I am the worst queer in the world, as I was just told by a virtual stranger yesterday, because I have NOT seen A Star is Born yet. But I am going to watch it this week! I’m glad that it rang true with this depiction of addiction. Relapse is messy, and it happens on anniversaries - Oh, the anniversary relapse is a BIG thing in recovery. I’m excited to see the parallels now. Thank you for the rec!

I am actually TERRIBLE at recommending fic in the sense that I barely read any at all :(    I’m ruined for most fics these days because if it’s not profoundly, painfully realistic, I have trouble buying into it. I hate that I’m so picky now. I wish I had a bunch of great recs I’m holding out on, but if you’ve seen my bookmarks, you’ve seen many of the ones that stick out most for me. A lot of them are because I love the writing itself, which helps me get my creative wheels turning when I need to craft good prose. Sorry I can’t be more helpful.

But seriously, @praximeter​‘s The Night War: 60th Anniversary Edition FTW. It’s my all time favorite fic and one of the most excellent character studies - and one of the best studies in trauma - I’ve ever read. Talk about an unreliable narrator. And it raises some excellent questions about who we let fight and under what circumstances - how much do we use people in war, even if they’re clearly so compromised from trauma that they can barely function? You’ve got to REALLY read it, though. It’s not a lazy read. Highly recommended, though. Be prepared to have your guts torn out of your body and thrown on the floor and danced upon by Prax. It makes her Mask Fic look like a giggling prance through the daisies.

Yeah - I think the last chapter was exhausting and distressing and disheartening for many. And it was maybe a bit confusing, in regards to Bucky’s relapse. On one hand, he’s a hawt LITERAL mess. But on the other hand... this is not unexpected. This is part of recovery, especially for a lifelong alcoholic. He planned it. He took some steps to mitigate risk. He was not trying to off himself. He had a limit set. He just didn’t want to cope in healthy ways anymore and he made an informed adult choice to drink a fuckton of vodka for a week. Was it healthy? Good GOD, no. But he was doing it with an oddly sound mind, right? He tried other means of coping first. He gave it his best, and he decided to do this instead. And he cleaned up his mess after and put his clothes on and did the big boy thing and called his therapist. So even though it was awful and gross and sad, you could also look at it as a stark contrast from his Carle Place days. And he LOOKED AT HIS DICK...!!!!! HOLY SHIT. That is a feat 19 months in the making. And he did it sober. That in itself is impressive. 

But I can definitely see pain for a lot of people, and the exhaustion of this chapter, the OH GOD just STOP IT, here we go AGAIN. And that is how friends and families and loved ones of addicts can feel, and the addicts themselves! Tired. Just tired of the same old thing, over and over. But he also made a lot of objective progress in important ways. Even if it doesn’t feel like it because the progress is covered in old pizza crust and vomit and dildos (yes, even the BIG ONE). 

This is referring to Chapter 15, when Bucky was in the hospital after his surgeries, yes? I don’t think he needed a trach tube, actually. He had his weapon up to his face to aim at the enemy, so his neck/airway didn’t sustain any major injuries because his arms and rifle took the brunt of the shrapnel. His internal organs were spared from major injuries because of his body armor. He needed to have his collapsed lung decompressed in the field, but that was it. That might have been followed up with more drainage later at a field hospital. I figured his alveoli were ruptured from the IED blast wave, leading to the collapsed lung, which is usually treated with 100% oxygen, so no trach needed there. And when I researched other reasons why one would need a trach, I didn’t see anything that would really apply to him. So no trach for Bucky! You can spare him that little bit of misery in your imagination, if you WANT.

Haha, yes, the “enjoyed... I think?” parallels the “I’m glad... I think?” that I feel/write when people say they’re wrecked by the fic. I’m so glad this has encouraged you to do some research! I’d love to know what on. There are so many threads to chase. Just glance at the TAGS, my God. Choose your own adventure. Thank you for letting me know you’re enjoying and that it’s sparking your curiosity!

Ugh, I would love to say that I have a great schedule for updating planned, but as you can probably surmise, I am slow and unpredictable. My life has gotten much, much busier since I started writing this fic and my work far more draining, so both time and energy aren’t on my side these days. I don’t dare to promise an update on any kind of schedule because I just can’t say. I’m sorry. And you’re absolutely right - it’s because I want to deliver the best quality I can. And I’m also trying to give you huge meaty chapters, too. But I HOPE it won’t be another five months before the next update. I really do. The next chapter will probably be shorter, so that’ll help. I will really do my best. 

This is a GREAT question. I think it’s important to note that dialectical behavioral therapy (DBT) - although originally designed for borderline personality disorder (BPD) - is trans-diagnostic treatment as a skills group. This means that it can be for anyone who needs help with regulating emotions and managing their relationships better. We don’t really know what Bucky’s diagnosis is. BUCKY doesn’t know what it is. All he knows is that Scott identified his functional life problems and thought the group would be a good fit. Bucky sure does have some BPD traits, but it’s also important to note that some of these traits can also be present in someone with a fuckton of trauma - especially from childhood. 

I set out to write someone with just a lot of trauma, really. Someone who had difficulties with regulating emotions as a core problem. Someone who used sex and booze and avoidance to manage everything. And also someone with a lot of attachment and intimacy and trust problems, which can really all look like BPD! And they can all look like developmental trauma! I wanted it to not be entirely clear what was going on, because that’s often how people appear in real life. We’re not quite sure what Scott makes of him, except that he sees he needs healthy skills DESPERATELY and wanted to get him in this group ASAP. (Good call, Scott!) 

Okay, everyone! Thank you so much for all the love and great questions!! I’ll be in touch in a couple weeks with more BW for you. Thank you for all of your support and patience <3

[tb5-heavenward]

You've said a few times you don't like the direction Virgil has been taken in in the later seasons, would you mind elaborating? I've not seen a TAG in a while and need refreshers lol

Oh, boy. Okay! As a caveat, I have only ever ranted about this in private conversations with friends, and of course this is only my personal opinion and anyone who doesn’t agree is free to ignore it. Actually, I endorse that. If you disagree, I don’t really wanna hear it. I’m not really interested in an argument and will probably ignore any Discourse I get on the subject. This is just my opinion, because I’ve been asked.

(Coincidentally, I’m also in the process of rewatching TAG as a series with my daughter, who is finally old enough to take an active interest in the show itself. Unrelatedly, Virgil is her favourite.)

here is a cut because long post + opinions

I think as an initial premise I’d tend to suggest that S1 Virgil is something of a different animal from S3 Virgil. I’ll also freely admit to vastly preferring S1/S2 to the way S3 has gone so far. S1 as a whole feels like it has much more heart to it and feels sort of more sincere to me. S2 is where the animation first begins to smooth out, the show’s visuals really hit their stride and they start to really get a handle on their pacing. There are episodes in S2 that are just shockingly, perfectly balanced as far as the stories that get told. S3 so far has been…ehh. I got opinions.

That’s another kettle of fish, though.

So, Virgil. Virgil as a character is notable because (in my opinion) he’s at his best when he’s acting as a foil for his brothers. In S1 he was most frequently seen in support of Scott or Gordon, providing backup in both a literal and a narrative sense. He’s a moderating influence on both of them, a voice of reason. He’s also just so incredibly, intensely supportive. Like, to point to a couple specific instances, I tend to reference Slingshot and Tunnels of Time, which are both occasions where he explicitly tells Scott and John “Trust Alan and Gordon, they can handle themselves.” And! just so many more instances of “nice job” and “good shot” and just general support and compassion and concern for his brothers. He’s also always the one to voice concerns about his brothers’ safety, he gets visibly distressed when they’re in danger. He’s super concerned for Gordon in Under Pressure and for Scott in Touch and Go. If I had to sum S1 Virgil up in one word, it would be supportive. It should go without saying, I fucking love S1 Virgil. That’s the version of his character I cleave to and aspire to write. He’s a very good guy and I’m extremely fond of him.

Contrast that with S3: there’ve been multiple occasions where he’s just…been kind of a dick? It seems like they ramped up the snarkiness of his character, except I don’t think he’s actually that much more snarky than he was previously—but there’s just none of the earlier kindness to balance him back out. They left that out, or dialed it way the hell back. That emotional core of him is gone. Like, I think it might be that the writers are leaning into the trope of brotherly teasing, but that existed in S1/S2 as well, and it just felt different. Lately the tone of it feels like it’s crossed a line. It’s all small stuff, it’s all pretty minor, but there are just things he says and does that come across as kind of bossy and self-important and mean. There’s a moment in a Season 3 ep (spoilers, btw and an @ for @drdone, she knows why) where he pretends to be suffocating to scare Alan and that’s just—really mean? Like really kind of a cruel thing to do to your baby brother, especially when in the same episode they had a conversation about fear of dying the way their father had. didn’t like that! kinda thought it was pretty shitty, tbh!

Once again, this is all my personal opinion and should be taken with a grain of salt. It’s kind of a hard change to articulate completely, and I’ve only felt like S3’s episodes were worth watching once so far (with a couple exceptions), so I might be misremembering. Maybe things will change later in the season, whenever that drops. I guess we’ll see.

There’s one more thing that I guess I’ll touch on, and it’s even more personal an opinion: S2:E18 (Granmda Turismo) marked the point at which I stopped liking Virgil. There’s a hard line there for me, because I am fundamentally a petty creature.

And it’s not necessarily because of anything that he did or any particular change in his character, (though I do think that S2 had the beginnings of the changes that I’ve mentioned above). But I’ve made no secret of my utter rejection of Virgil as the second eldest, I won’t ever consider it part of my canon. To be blunt, I think it’s godawful and I hate it, but again, that’s a personal opinion and I’m aware that there are people who disagree. I think it’s really a shame that they decided to settle the question, I think it would’ve been far better left ambiguous as a kind of running/inside joke about the fact that their age order was never confirmed. That’s the sort of cheeky meta I adore, and it would be a sign of a smarter and cleverer and more self-aware show than the show I think we’re watching.

Which is fine, that’s just whatever. I write him as the middle child and always, always will. For me that was the sort of core of his character, exactly in the middle of the rest of his brothers, and equally able to support all of them. Able to relate to John as well as he could relate to Gordon, still old enough to act as a moderating influence on Scott.

To get specific re: the age order, specifically with regard to Virgil and Gordon as a partnership, it really changes the tenor of that dynamic. It’s no longer two siblings who have been naturally close since childhood because they’re next to each other in age and who form a natural partnership because of that. It’s also no longer two siblings who are close in age mutually razzing each other, and instead it’s an older sibling picking on a younger sibling. That’s a different thing.

Anyway, I have rambled a lot about this! 

tl;dr: I stan S1 Virgil, don’t @ me.

[ficsforsterek]

FICS FOR STEREK’S VALENTINE’S DAY FIC REC

As it’s coming up to Valentine’s day I thought I would put a rec together of all my favourite Valentine’s themed fics!

Hope you enjoy, and remember as always, make sure you check rating, tags and warnings on all fics!

Always (1/1 | 1,066 | Not Rated)

Derek’s in love with Stiles but thinks he’s about to lose him. Stiles was never going to let Derek go in the first place. Fluff ensues.

Sometimes love is an obligation to your grandmother (1/1 | 6,982 | Rated M)

Dearest Derek,

Welcome to your 21st year! As per the wonderful tradition of the house of Hale, you will be attending some of the best places to be single that Beacon Hills has to offer today. First, it’s to the Coffee Shop on Main where you will get two lemon zest chocolate chip muffins. Listen to me very carefully, I’m going to ease you into the way this works. Buy two muffins, but you’re only going to eat one. Find someone cute to give the second one to…

The letter went on, but Derek was staring at it in horror, unable to process how terrible that sounded in just the first paragraph. Today was going to suck.

*

Or: Derek’s grandmother relishes setting her single grandchildren up on Valentine’s Day. Only, less ‘setting up’ and more 'forcing them to run a singles-only scavenger hunt where the prize is love or at least sex’.

Derek never wins. Derek never WANTS TO win.

Kiss Me Under the Light of a Thousand Stars (1/1 | 5,631 | Not Rated)

“It was a true love spell,” he admits quietly. “It was supposed to help me find my true love. And apparently I suck at magic as much as I suck at dating because I screwed this up too.”

~~~

In which Stiles’ Valentine’s Day love spell goes very wrong.

Or perhaps very right.

Valentine’s strike (2/2 | 6,015 | PG-13)

Stiles hates Valentines Day. It was the bane of his existance. But he’s home for the 'holiday’ and has nothing to do since everyone he knows is busy. Except Derek, Derek is the only one alone as him.

Or

The five times Derek and Stiles date by accident and the one time one of them actually ask.

Thank Jackson for me (1/1 | 3,187 | PG-13)

Derek keeps asking the wrong kind of questions.

Hot for Teacher(’s Aide) (1/1 | 8,050 | PG-13)

“He invited you to his apartment.”

“To do a lesson plan.”

“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.

“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

Red Velvet (1/1 | 7,690 | PG-13)

Stiles is pretty used to people coming to visit him at Sweet Stuff when he’s baking. It’s only when Isaac starts bringing along one Derek Hale that things start to get really interesting.

Bro-lentine’s Day (1/1 | 2,560 | PG-13)

It’s actually pretty cool that Derek came back to school after a summer eating spinach and lifting small trains or whatever to become a guardian angel to the easy targets of BHHS.

Convenient (6/6 | 10,755 | Rated E)

Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine’s Day.

Lucky That I’m Yours Everyday (1/1 | 6,772 | PG-13)

Derek doesn’t see how Valentine’s Day can get any better than a normal day with Stiles.

Not So Much Coffee and Books as it is Hot Chocolate and Erotica (11/11 | 15,783 | PG)

Alternative title: The Pen Is

AU in which Stiles is an erotica novelist, and Derek is the sexy fireman he daydreams about. He sees Derek daily at the coffee shop, writing out his fantasies about Derek, basically Derek is his muse. All goes well until Derek starts talking to him and trying to read his books. Little does Stiles know, Derek is already a fan of his books.

love always wakes a dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere (1/1 | 7,124 | Rated E)

“Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.”

The Feeling That I’m Under (8 works | 289,584 | Rated E)

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident.

It’s kind of love at first sight.

Secret Stalker (Should I Mean Valentine?) (2 works | 21.954 | PG-13)

Written for Valentine’s Day. Stiles wakes up one morning to a dead deer on his back doorstop. It’s the first in a string of gifts designed to get Stiles’ attention but he, and the rest of the pack, aren’t sure if the attention is a negative as it seems. When Stiles finally finds out who has been leaving the 'gifts’ he realises that the mystery isn’t quite solved yet.

Vappy Halentines (11/11 | 18,457 | Rated M)

Derek woke in the morning to a note on his table and the sound of the front door clicking shut. He blinked, scrubbing a hand over his face, and grabbed the paper. “Hey, thanks for letting me sleep over last night. I appreciate you coming to get me, too. I promise I’m not always a crying drunk, btw. Also, thanks for the clothes, but don’t think it escaped my notice that this was my shirt anyway.” Derek smiled fondly and kept reading. “Don’t tell the others about Ethan. I’ll tell them myself.”

Quit Playing Games With My Heart (1/1 | 16,764 | PG-13)

“I am not paranoid Lydia! You’re the ones who are totally fucking with me- with us! You can’t say that this last month has been a series of weird, random happenstances!” Lydia ignores him, moving to open the car door, but before she can reach it Stiles hits the driver’s side lock. “No. No getting out of the car until you admit that you’ve had a hand in this.”

“Fine,” Lydia says, arms crossed, leveling Stiles with her glare that effectively says I could crush you under my heel and I don’t know why I like you. “We’ve been trying to set you and Derek up in time for Valentine’s Day.”

“What?!” he shrieks. “I mean- what?” he repeats, in a more reasonable tone.

I Get All Tongue-Tied And Twisted Every Time I Try To Say It (Words, They Only Complicate It) (2/2 | 16,581 | PG-13)

Scott’s so fed up with his best friend’s sexual tension. He knows he’s not good at being the wingman, but he’s gonna’ make it work because -

“Stiles! You can’t eat that whole tub of Mayfield’s by yourself!” Scott shouts, throwing his arms up into the air frustratedly. He frowns when she ignores him and sticks another icecream scoop into her mouth.

Stiles looks at him from her spot on the couch with a spoon in her mouth and the television remote in her hand. She points the remote at him, the blankets curled around her arms drooping to the sides of the couch. “I’m pressing the mute button, you see?! So shut the fuck up and let me indulge myself on this fabulous gallon of chocolate icecream while I watch sad, lovey-dovey movies and cry my lonely self to sleep!” she cries out and snaps her head back into the direction of the movie, Titanic, she’s bawling over.

Yeah, Scott’s definitely hooking them up right this second, he thinks as he eyes the purple bags underneath Stiles’ eyes from lack of sleep and drunken late-night crying.

This Is Lovecanthropy (1/1 | 12,141 | PG-13)

In which Valentine’s Day is closely approaching, and Derek is a disgruntled grad student who works at a library. He’s hit a roadblock on his thesis, he’s harboring a (not so secret) crush on Stiles, and he keeps receiving werewolf-themed gifts from a secret admirer.

Basically, Derek is totally oblivious and angsty, Stiles does a lot of planning off-screen, and Erica and Scott are awesome friends who are awesome.

Valentine’s Day Candy in Aisle Four (1/1 | 8,998 | Rated E)

“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.”

“Basically.”

“Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”

A Wolf of a Valentine (4 works | 7,784 | Rated E)

Stiles was not having a grand Valentine’s Day. He was stuck on campus. Shelving books. Derekless. All he’s ever wanted was to spend Valentine’s Day with someone. Someone tall, tan, handsome, with scruff, gorgeous green eyes, and a smile that could floor anyone. Well, that smile was reserved for Stiles exclusively, and he gladly abused that right. But Stiles was not going to see that for Valentine’s Day, not even in a Skype call thanks to a pack meeting.

What Stiles doesn’t know is that he’s in for a surprise: flowers, tickets, and one charming werewolf of a boyfriend.

Watch You Smile (1/1 | 7,711 | PG-13)

Roses are red, Violets are blue, You think I’m a douche, But I really like you

Your Eyes Were Red, But Now They’re Blue, Your Claws Are Sharp and I Love You - A Tale of Valentine’s Day Shenanigans (1/1 | 5,846 | PG-13)

Lydia decides that Valentine’s Day is the perfect opportunity for Stiles and Derek to finally admit their feelings for one another.

As the title suggests, shenanigans ensue.

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Forbidden Fruit - Part Five

A/N: First attempt at Sons of Anarchy fanfiction. It's been awhile since i watched the show, so i'm sorry if my characters aren't in character. This is part 5 of 7. Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to my beta @thorne93. You rock.

Characters: Reader x Jax, Chibs.

Warnings: a little violence, language, fluff. Angst.

Wordcount: 943 (I know it's short… sorry)

CATCH UP HERE

*Not my GIF*

The punch came so fast that Jax had no time to react and it hit him right in the jaw, sending him to his knees. Behind Chibs he could see Happy and Tig running towards them, yelling at Chibs to stop.

“You stay the fuck away from my little girl, you hear me?” he yelled just as Hap and Tig caught up.

“I'm sorry, Chibs, but that's already too late.” Jax was back on his feet, ready to take the next punch, but it never came.

Chibs ran a hand over his face, trying to calm himself down so he didn't beat the shit out of his VP. He had fought so hard to keep you away from the club for all these years. “Well, shit,” he breathed out.

“Look…” Jax started.

“I can't look at you right now, Jackie,” Chibs interrupted, shaking his head. “This is not okay,” he said before walking away.

“I'm fine,” Jax assured the other two as he watched the scott go back inside. This conversation was far from over, but for now he would give your father some time to cool down. He dug his phone out of his pocket and sent you a text.

 Hey. Heading back home now. House is empty btw;)

You smiled at your phone as you read the text, typing up a quick reply.

I'll be right over.

**

“Jax?” you questioned, opening his front door when he didn't come to open.

“Come on in, I'm in the kitchen.”  

“Oh my God,” you gasped as he turned around, giving you a great view of the bruise still forming on his cheek. “What the hell happened?” you asked, reaching out to him.

“It's nothing more than I can handle,” he assured, pulling you towards him and placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled up at him, leaning into him. “So, how did you get the shiner?” you pressed.

“Told Chibs I was in love with his daughter. He didn't take it all that well,” he shrugged.

“You told him what?” you breathed out, probably as shocked as your dad was to hear those words.  

“I told him that I am in love with you,” he repeated, his eyes flitting between yours, a serious expression on his face.

“I love you too, Jax,” you confessed. It was so good to be able to say those words to him, and to hear him say them back. You had wished for this moment for as long as you could remember. “I'm gonna talk to him.”

“But first..” He gave you that devilish grin of his before he started placing openmouthed kisses over your jaw and down our neck.

“Really, Jax?” you chuckled, letting yourself get tempted by his antics.

He mumbled a “really” into your neck as he pulled you towards his room.

*

“Is this how you treat all your guests?” you teased after you both had regained your breaths.

“Only the really pretty ones,” he assured with a cheeky grin. He stretched out his arm for you and you didn't hesitate to cuddle into him, letting your light fingers mindlessly trace his scars and tatoo.

Jax was obviously making a joke, but you couldn't help the little pang of jealousy you got at his words. The thing about dating a Son was that they had this ‘what happens on the road, stays on the road’ deal, and you weren't really sure how, or even if you could, handle that.

“You know this isn't some kind of rebound thing for me. I don't mean to put any pressure on you or anything, I just want you to know that I want this, I have wanted this for a while.” You turned around so that you were lying on your stomach, chin propped up on his chest so that you could look into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“I wouldn't have gone through the trouble of telling Chibs if I didn't think this was something real.” He looked into your eyes as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “I know you’re worried about everything, like Wendy and Abel and the club, but you’re it for me and no one is going to fuck that up, not the club, your dad, my ex-wife, or even a random croweater.” He knew you were worried about the infidelity, but the truth was that he wasn't interested in anyone else, he wanted you and if that meant that he had to keep it in his pants on the road, that's what he would do.

“I wish i could stay here and do this all day, but I'm gonna go talk to my dad,” you informed, pushing yourself off the bed. “Can we meet up later?”

“Definitely.”

**

You stopped by the liquor store on your way to see your father, bringing him a bottle of his favorite scotch in hopes of buttering him up a little. You were just about to unlock Opes truck that you had borrowed, when you felt something pressed against your back, pushing you forward.

“If you don't do exactly as I say, I will put a bullet through your heart right now.” Caseys voice in your ear sent shivers down your spine as fear took over your body. “Nod if you understand me.”

You nodded, fighting against your tears.

“Now unlock the door and climb in.”

You did as he told you and you climbed over the driver's seat and into the passenger seat, handing him the keys as he jumped in behind the wheel.

“Now hand over your purse,” he demanded, his gun pointed at you the whole time.

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[deanssweetheart23]

Tag game (yup, another one)

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 11 followers you’d like to get to know better. 

I was tagged by the amazing @ravengirl94

Name: Athina

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Dean Winchester (I don’t know if this is a correct answer but it’s true)

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 5'4′’

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Favorite color: Purple 

Favorite Animal: Dogs or dolphins or squirrels. 

Current Time: 5:40 PM

Cats or dogs: Dogs

Favorite Fictional Characters: Dean Winchester, Haley James Scott (One Tree Hill), Sam Winchester, Gregory House (House M.D.), Nathan Scott (OTH), Leroy Gethro Gibbs (NCIS) 

Number of blankets I sleep under: Depends on the weather really, but usually two.

Favorite Singer/Band: Ugh, this question is so hard. My music taste is all over the place really. I really like AC/DC, Bob Seger, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones etc but I am also in love with Ed Sheeran and James Blunt and Kaleo(I blame Jared and Jense for that) I’m actually a huge Frank Sinatra and Michael Buble fan as well and I like good country (See? All over the place.) Oh, and when I was younger I had a thing for the Jonas Brothers (those were my dark days, my friends) *insert apology for the longest answer in the history of answers*

Dream Trip: I think I’d like to go to Spain and Italy and maybe at some exotic place with a friend or a special someone. I’d also like to visit two of my favorite Greek islands again and go to my Granny’s birthtown.

Dream Job: Writer/novelist or something in the writing industry but I’m pretty sure I’ll be working as a teacher.

When has this blog hit its peak: Not yet (haha) but I am very overwhelmed by how much people have enjoyed the fics I’ve posted here since I’m only starting. I own that to some special people :)  

Why did you decide to get tumblr: Honestly, I wanted to interact with other fans and read interesting things, stories and then I decided I could share my stories as well

When was this blog created: A month ago, I think? Early on mid-January 2017. 

Why did I pick my URL: That’s a pretty good question actually. I don’t really like my URL but I suck at picking names or titles for fics and I wanted something to combine my love for SPN and OTH. So, I just put Dean’s name and “sweetheart” because I like the petname (Dean Winchester’s fault btw) and “23″ because it’s Nathan Scott’s jersey number from OTH.

I’ll tag a few people and anyone else who wants to do this is more than welcome :)

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