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Third teaser photos "樂-STAR" 🔗 Felix ♡
#lee felix#lee yongbok#people#skz#stray kids#he's so handsome#🤍🤍#photoshoot#loml#t:photo#teasers#tw flashing#flash tw //#*edit#staysource#kpop layouts#kpopedit#sr#q#srb#createskz
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I posted 2,927 times in 2022
That's 2,927 more posts than 2021!
412 posts created (14%)
2,515 posts reblogged (86%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@rainbowrenjun
@minzbins
@haechantaeil
@neocatharsis
@delhyun
I tagged 2,916 of my posts in 2022
#0 - 1,029 posts (pretty sure this is supposed to be #127 but it glitched to '#0' and to first place ???? idk)
#nct - 1,529 posts
#dream - 617 posts
#eyestrain // - 338 posts
#haechan - 308 posts
#shinee - 304 posts
#srb - 304 posts
#*stuff - 285 posts
#kpopco - 279 posts
#*gifs - 271 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#my personal fav part was when mark was trying do do a thing by getting everyone to answer 질주 when he was asking about what speed theyre goin
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
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HAECHAN — 220916 'BLACK CLOUDS' @ 질주 COMEBACK SHOWCASE
↳ cr: 풀썬데이
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YUTA — '질주 (2 BADDIES)' MV TEASER
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#2
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My #1 post of 2022
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#this is a sign i need to stop being lazy and make another nct text post meme#also 2 being that shirtless johnny jungwoo fancam is so funny#i made those gifs on a whim bc i thought it was cute that they were tickling each other#i forgot that you're all whores (affectionate)
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about the last few posts i rb-ed in the last few days, let me share some stuff based on my own experience! :D this is about the lack of rbs/feedback problem.
i seriously appreciate comments that i received in my fics like pauwi sa iyo, a rose beside the tall bushes, and returning to balete teaser. those are some of my works that got a good amount of rbs and feedback.
what saddens me is the lack of rbs or feedback in most of my fics. as you can notice, i get around more ~10-20 rbs. the thing here is that majority of them are from me srb-ing or responding to feedback, or from networks bc i've been in more than 10 networks ever since i started writing. so if you deduct a good amount, i barely get any rbs/feedback from ACTUAL READERS.
exhibit a: breather
exhibit b: 16:18
exhibit c: unexpected visits
exhibit d: skz as your sweetest bff ever hc
exhibit e: where we belong
exhibit f: a scientific answer
yes, some of them are less than ten. they were my earlier works. i wasn't in networks yet in that time so there wasn't that much exposure but like i said, a good number of it came from me rb-ing it.
i freaking feel so sad when i check my past works and the ratio between rbs and likes is literally 1:4 or even worse than that. a part of myself admits that i'm not the best in writing but i also want some comments about it or even exposure to get that.
i am very thankful that networks exist. i get some rbs and likes here and there. BUT i just get likes most of the time, seriously.
there have been times that i worry if there'd even be people reading my work. heck, the lack of feedback contributes to the confusion on what should i write, considering that i also want to create something that a good number of readers would like.
if people don't rb a post, nobody would get to see what we made. and what could be the result of that? us losing motivation and inspiration to write. we just want to hear something from the audience but we barely get anything.
there were multiple times of me wanting to not write anymore bc i know barely anybody would read it. but i'm still continuing it since i originally started to write for my own sake, to improve in english as my second language and to show some creativity at least. at this point, i'm just writing for my own. i also wanted to share these to everybody, okay? but it's probably not happening. i just started writing last sept. 2021. pretty recent tbh and atp i got to post a lot of fics already despite that short time. unfortunately, the problem is still the same despite using tags, being in networks now, and having a larger amount of followers (i had 50 around late december, and i have more than 150 followers now apparently).
there are lots of ways to fix this problem. you've seen it in other posts about this. making a side blog, giving us ANYTHING to comment (even if it's one word or emoji, we'd appreciate it), queueing/scheduling posts, and more!!! those are simple things to do, to be honest. pretty easy.
lately, i've been getting more feedbacks and comments not only through rb-ing, but sending me asks. i deeply appreciate that fr, thank you. but i still get the similar rb-like ratio in my recent works even if i received a slightly larger amount of feedback now, it sucks.
for me here, i'd appreciate if you rb and/or give comments. i'm serious. waking up to several tags to my fic makes my day and i get more inspiration to write. if you guys kept on doing that, maybe the writing community would be SO alive rn and your fave writers probably are still here.
i don't know what else to say bc writers have been saying the same things. don't complain if any of us leaves. i might sound a little mean here but you're a contributor to that. watch me announce a hiatus soon, who knows? idk, i've been thinking about that actually but i still want to continue my wips and post them already.
that's all for me, i guess. this was pretty messy, but i hope you get it somehow. i'm not even expecting people to read this.
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Sterek Reversebang FicTeasers pt1
When he came to he was a lot closer to the boobies. Stiles took the opportunity to throw up all over them.
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“Take. Your shirt. Off.” Derek bit off each word through his teeth. “Or I’ll—”
“What, hold me down and strip me in the middle of my driveway, in front of God and everyone? I realize we haven’t had a lot of time to define the parameters of our relationship, here, but that’s one kink I’m not— oh my God, fine, whatever, it’s not like you haven’t already seen it all before.” He yanked his t-shirt over his head, letting it dangle from one hand. “Happy?”
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by: julymoon
All the smells overwhelm him and he has to take a moment to collect himself. He feels his fingers itch, the hair on his arms stand, his heart beats out of his chest, and he can feel a growl wanting to slip between his lips. He swallows, pushes it all down, and looks around.
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by: AnonTeaBlooms
Mieczyslaw ‘Stiles’ Stilinski has lived in the forest all his life.
His father had been (and still is) a hunter and had managed to get himself tangled up in the wrong end of a bear, which had led to him meeting Stiles’ mother, the local hedge witch. She had patched him up with a stern lecture on hunting such large game on his own and stole his heart in the same evening.
Despite the rest of the village warning him off the strange woman in the woods, or perhaps in spite of those warnings, Johnathan Stilinski packed his belongings and moved into the woods as soon as Claudia Wiśniewski allowed him to propose to her.
(“I did love him, very much,” Claudia was always quick to reassure a young Stiles when he asked at this part of the story, “but just because I loved him didn’t mean that I was sure he wasn’t someone that would do me harm. I had to be very sure before I allowed him in my house.”
“I could tell that she was worried, so I did my very best to make sure that she never had anything to fear from me.” Johnathan always says, giving his wife a loving look that never failed to make a young Stiles stick his tongue out. “Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait very long!”
“More like I couldn’t stand your puppy eyes for so long!”
“Whatever you say, dear.”)
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“We’re buddies, Dad,” Stiles concludes. “I even keep Derek company on his boat sometimes.”
Derek snorts into his cup. That’s a funny way of putting it, but he won’t get Stiles in trouble with his Dad, even if he deserves it. Even if he can’t explain why he cares.
“I’ll let you catch up with your friend, then, son,” Deputy Stilinski says in such an unconvinced tone Derek is sure Stiles will get a full interrogation later. “Nice to meet you, Derek.”
“Nice to meet you, Deputy,” Derek says, and snorts openly when he’s far away enough. “Buddies, hmnn?”
“You’re quite the friendly guy, considering all I’ve pulled so far,” Stiles admits. Without his Father near, he’s already relaxing, body language growing more expansive and inviting. Like Derek suspected, he’s utterly unafraid of him, werewolf or not, and he gives Derek a smirk with half-lidded eyes. “That, and once we’ve seem the respective family jewels, it’s either being friends or murdering each other.”
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Stiles studied his face in the mirror. There were blue tracks running down his face, because apparently the blue goo had originated from his eyes.
What the fuck.
He raised a hand to wipe it away, but the gooey blue shit stuck to his cheeks and now his fingers. He had to pry his hand off his face.
He rubbed the substance between his fingers, lifting it to his nose to smell the stuff.
Yeah, he still had no idea what the fuck this was. Or why exactly it was coming out of his face.
As he stared at the strange substance on his fingers his hands started to shake. He took a breath, tried to calm himself down before he had a panic attack.
Sparks flew off of his fingers.
Stiles yelped, scrambling backward and hitting the wall. He held his fingers higher in the air. Maybe he had imagined that?
More sparkles flickered, dancing between his fingertips. He curled his hands into fists, the sparks buzzed around the edges.
Stiles stared at his hands until they stopped acting like broken wall sockets.
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nsfw bonus:
by: DereksKnotInLove
MythicalMischief: So how do you know about corsets?
NYWolf109: Please don’t ask me that.
MythicalMischief: Dude, c’mon. Tell me. I mean, if we meet up, and I’m putting my life in your hands by letting you restrict my capability to breathe, I want to know how you know what you know.
NYWolf109: Fine. Fine. But it’s not sexy. My little sister used to go to Goth night, and she would always say “boots before corset” because you can’t bend when it’s on.
MythicalMischief: Okay, yeah, no more sibling talk when we’re doing the sexy thing. It’s pretty much a boner killer.
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I’m just saying but Sarah Rees Brennan knew exactly what she was doing with all those little Eugesse teasers and I do plan on screaming about it
So we know that SRB knows about Eugene and Jesse and that a lot of fans ship them from her instagram reply (x), which in and of itself is something of a tease. Why engage with that comment at all unless to hint at a positive answer—which her kissy wink certainly seems to do. So I’m hopeful just from that that her thoughts on Eugesse are positive ones, whether or not Eugesse is endgame. She’s always fun and light when interacting with fans and I like to think this is no difference; what is the point in getting our hopes up with that? She loves to tease her fans, but she’s not, in my experience, an asshole who derives pleasure in actually letting them down
And there is a lot in the book about Eugene and Jesse, all things considered. Eugene and Jesse are both side characters in it so neither gets a ton of screen time, but there are a lot of mentions in their limited screen time—especially with Eugene—of them together. There is no plot significance to having Eugene and Jesse meet or having Eugene be so set on expressing his fondness for his ‘Camp Menton bro.’ If you took out all interaction between the two, or strip away all mention of Jesse from Eugene’s dialogue, the story would not change at all. Practically, there’s no need for them to meet, no sense in their paths crossing so much. Unless the reason for it is simply to showcase their relationship, the point itself being nothing but the interaction. It’s not the natural decision to make, having them be so buddy-buddy, unless you like seeing them together, which I think SRB does.
Eugene’s love interest this book is “blonde and fair-skinned” (p. 124). Sound familiar? Why make Melodie blonde when she could have been anything else and worked just as well in her role as Eugene’s temporary love interest? Making her reminiscent of Jesse and having Eugene specifically comment on his fondness for blondes 1.5 times is a little suspect in my book. When Eugene’s allergy kicks in, Melodie and Jesse both come to help, and Jesse slings Eugene’s arm over his shoulder. Eugene waves off Nick’s concerns about leaving him by saying, “I’ll just go to the infirmary with these nice blond people,” and they trod off together, all talking about training regimes, which Eugene easily pulls both his blonds into discussing (p. 104). Already, he seems to be drawn to blonds—and why shouldn’t he be? His favorite color is yellow, after all. But the real preference is shown later, when Eugene remarks to Nick, “I’m saying blondes are great…Everybody loves blondes” (p. 128). Yes, he’s referring to the girl he’s currently infatuated with, but again, on a meta level, why blonde? Why not brunette or ginger or, hell, bright green? I’m just saying, the choice to make his love interest blonde and intentionally connect that appearance with Jesse’s blondness feels like an intentional tease to me.
And, I mean, you’ve got to know what you’re doing when you write a line like “Eugene eyed Jesse in the manner of a lion spotting a fresh antelope” (p. 196), and their whole exchange about waltzing is funny and cute and, again, kinda unnecessary. I’m glad it’s in there, don’t get me wrong, but, yet again, the only reason to include that bit of banter is to get Eugene and Jesse interacting in a fun and almost flirty way.
And of course, Jesse comes to comfort Eugene after his love interest dumps him, which shows an interest on Jesse’s part—and a little bit of sweetness too, if you ask me. It’s little wonder that Eugene’s so set on liking Jesse, explaining to Nick that “I’ve met so many amazing people. You know who’s super nice? … Jesse Coste” and going on to talk about how Jesse helped him and how Eugene “thought we could all be bros” (p.325-326). He spends a solid paragraph basically gushing about Jesse—it’s more than we ever heard him talking about Melodie in one go (though, granted, they got a lot of screen time and he was obviously into her). Why have Eugene display such an interest in Jesse and be so set on him being a good person whom he wants them all to be friends with? Because Sarah Rees Brennan ships it, that’s why
#fence comic#disarmed spoilers#jackshit#fence novel#fence disarmed#jesse coste#eugene labao#eugene/jesse#eugesse
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now 2 post the cphrs teasers i added ✨color✨ to here or to srb from my blog that i used 2 make moodboards ‘n icons on … or my second blog that i TECHNICALLY should b putting cphr stuff on as that’s where i did before ..
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I posted 18,523 times in 2021
176 posts created (1%)
18347 posts reblogged (99%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 104.2 posts.
I added 1,436 tags in 2021
#samcore - 276 posts
#fave - 246 posts
#danny phantom - 222 posts
#ghost chatter - 181 posts
#pog - 139 posts
#moonycore - 91 posts
#video - 88 posts
#save for later - 87 posts
#ask to tag - 60 posts
#srb - 46 posts
Longest Tag: 140 characters
#help girl im drifting out to rͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬͬaͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣͣ
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
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#4
RE: this post, I’ve decided to at least make an attempt at writing a fic based on this premise, and while I could just jump straight to the post-reveal... I’m a sucker for reveal fics and it’s about time I tried writing one anyways lmao. It’s getting late now but here’s a teaser of the wip
(The rest was under a readmore and has been edited out, find eclipsing binary on AO3)
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Nice
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clockwork my belockwork <3
192 notes • Posted 2021-08-10 16:57:59 GMT
#1
“Castles are almost always haunted” actually statistical error. Vlad Masters, who exclusively employs ghosts as the staff in his castle, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
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☾ Hanjizung's Tag index. ☽
Note; Some tags are almost completely empty. I will try to stick to these tags to organize my blog a little more. I recommend blocking the tags under 'annoying' to not see unrelated fic content.
Fic related tags:
#Teaser - To find all the teasers I've posted. (Not available on masterlist.)
#Mine - To find my content.
Reblogged content:
#Not mine / #Reblogged - All reblogged content.
#Rec / #rec! / #fic rec - recommendations.
#favorite / #fav - self explanatory.
#★ library tag ★ - fics i've read.
#Reblogged; gifs - to find gifs I liked.
Member's tags:
Chan: #channie
Minho: #cat dad
Changbin: #porkys / #binnie binnie
Hyunjin: #prince
Jisung: #sungie
Felix: #fefi
Seungmin: #dandy boy
Jeongin: #ayen
Annoying tags:
#Non skz - mainly about other kpop groups.
#Lmao - to find things that made me laugh.
#delete later - things ive said
#lily talks / #lilyposting - more things ive said
#srb / #srb; fic / #icymi<3 - repetitive tags
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SRB Anime; parting thoughts
It’s sad to think in just a few days that the Saiyuki Reload Blast anime will end. It’s not perfect, but I’ve been enjoying it.
The art has been very pleasing to the eye. Sure the animation leaves a bit to be desired, but I think, for a small new studio, it’s not that bad.
The characters may not look exactly as Minekura draws them, but to be honest her style is incredibly hard to translate into animation. Burial and Gaiden were more on model, but they suffered from a lot of panning shots. And I actually really liked the designs! Plus the show was good about not having too many scenes where the characters looked odd.
Obviously I will lament the lack of Even a Worm. I was really hoping to see a faithful production for this arc. Platinum Vision has shown teasers, but is that all we’ll get? Part of me wants to be hopeful, that this series did well and maybe we’ll see another season one day, and that season will be Even a Worm. But another part of me says not to get my hopes up, unless I want to be disappointed.
We also saw a revival of the fandom and an influx of new fans. Something that’s been on the decline for the last few years due to the manga going on hiatus frequently and for extended periods of time. Minekura’s not well, and she’s doing her best. All we can do is hope she has more good days than bad.
I’m not sure if we’ll get something like this again for a long while. I really enjoyed meeting new fans, and fans that came back after being out of the loop for a few years. I’ve enjoyed answering questions, explaining things in the anime and manga, exploring head canons, discussing theories.
I hope some of you who are new to the fandom stick around! The manga may be slow, but the fandom is active with lots of people having discussions! We’re a small group but man, we don’t shut up about the series. Our love for these characters is bottomless. And we love talking to folks who are willing to listen.
Love or hate the new anime, you have to admit it was a great thing for the community. Not only the influx of fans but also merchandise! And on top of that it was even popular enough to get simulcasted AND simuldubbed. That’s pretty nifty to me!
I’m glad I got to experience this series with everyone. This is the first Saiyuki series that I could watch the day it came out, got to discuss episodes right away with others, unlike before where it could be months or years between subbed episodes.
I will more than likely do a follow up when the series ends with more in depth thoughts on the series, such as story, animation, and things like that. There may also be a podcast so we’ll see! Thank you everyone who’s followed my blog, new and old users! I feel honored that you want to follow my silly little blog named after the craziest character in the series :)
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be careful, the young man in these photos is very hot ❤️🔥
#lee felix#lee yongbok#skz#people#stray kids#m.gif#bystay#createskz#he's so good#he's so fucking beautiful#t:photo#photoshoot#😫😫😫#🤍🤍#sr#q#srb#*edit#teasers
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Sterek Reversebang Fic Teasers pt8
Derek approached Argent’s treasure room to find that Peter tried to bar him access, “you don't want to go in there," he told him.
Peter was Derek's uncle and held a unique position in the pack by being the wolf to their seiðr. It allowed him a freedom that no other did but it was still unacceptable to bar the Alpha entry, and Derek addressed that with a look.
Much of the communication between the Wulver was non-verbal, the animals beneath their skin able to express themselves as comfortably with small gestures. Derek pushed past him and opened the heavy iron clad door to be hit with a wall of scent.
The room was large with red marble that was veined with white that made it look like beef, and capped with copper bands that were polished to resemble gold. There were chests and piles of coin, a few metal cups that were clearly too valuable for everyday use, and there, tied with his arms behind one of the pillars was the omega.
He was lovely, still slightly round with youth, with eyes that were beta gold as the firelight reflected in them. His mouth was a soft pink, constantly wetted by the flickering pink tongue, as sweat ran down his face. He wore a white linen chiton fastened at each shoulder with an electrum brooch and held tight at his waist with an embossed girdle. He had lovely legs one of which was folded underneath him. His dark hair was wet and he couldn't help the way that he was moving, twisting and writhing in his bonds as heat burned through him.
“He wasn't in heat when we caught him," Peter said behind him, “it just started.”
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by: aboxwithbees
He was half way to the bus stop when he saw something move in the corner of his eye. Half-expecting to see absolutely nothing, Stiles turned his head to look and nearly tripped over when he saw the dog on the other side of the street.
It was massive. A huge, black monster. And it was just trotting along down the street, no collar or owner in sight, keeping pace with him on the other side of the road.
Stiles stared, his feet coming to a stop all on their own while he watched the dog.
Across the street the dog stopped too.
Stiles blinked and took a step.
The dog took a step too.
"Oh my God I'm going to die," Stiles whispered, horrified.
-*-*-
He is breathtakingly beautiful and as he stands in front of Derek, his sharp gaze taking in the pack behind him--this is a horrible idea.
Because Stiles spitting mad and insulting him in the rigidly polite bounds of Society--that Derek can handle.
Stiles barefoot and surrounded by the fresh green boughs and white roses Lydia has ordered everywhere, in mourning grey and black and armed and proud--Derek wants this Stiles, wants to claim and keep and mate.
And Stiles watches him and repeats the vows to bind them together in the eyes of the government and Society, and his gaze never meets Derek’s, never falters or warms. And when they kiss, to thunderous applause and Erica’s gleeful howls, Stiles murmurs against his lips, “I am your husband, Derek. But you will never have me.”
-*-*-
Derek wakes up slowly and is only vaguely aware that he’s hugging something warm to his chest.
“Can you tell when I’m awake?” Stiles asks and Derek in his sleep addled state groans before replying.
“Only when I’m awake,” Derek muttered after the long moment it took him to realise he was being spoken to, “And concentrating,” He added.
“You awake now?” Stiles asked
“No.” Derek grumbled and turned his head further into the pillow and scrunched his eyes closed tighter against the morning light. Short hair pressed against his neck and chin as Stiles buried into both the covers and Derek’s side closer.
He shifted one arm around Stiles’ side and over his back. He ran his fingers up and down over Stiles’ spine.
Stiles sighed and Derek stilled his hand and drifted back to sleep.
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by: Perluceran
Stiles sees Derek and carefully sets a full mug of hot coffee down on the counter beside him. Then, he steps around the counter and waves at Derek.
“Hi,” he says cheerily. “I’ll be shadowing you today.”
Derek shoots a look at Laura. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asks his sister. Stiles looks confused.
“You are training me, right?”
“You’ll be fine,” Laura says. “Stiles is actually really good with the animals.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say I have the touch,” Stiles says. “Usually it’s the opposite. I can’t pet a dog without it growling at me, but just look at that momma pup. She loves me!”
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Sterek Reversebang Art Teasers pt2
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Sterek Reversebang Fic Teasers pt9
“We really need to work on your people skills, have I told you that recently?” Stiles swung his legs off the bed, obscurely grateful that he’d actually bothered to put pajama pants on instead of just crashing in his boxers. Random unexpected nudity was an occupational hazard of hanging around werewolves as much as he did, but Stiles preferred to retain an element of mystery when it came to his own naked body. Especially around Derek, for reasons that he was mostly unwilling to examine in any detail.
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by: AlphaKnotYourEmissary
Ever since the Gerard situation came to a climax, Derek and Stiles haven’t exactly been on talking terms. Not that they were gossipy old biddies before. Their relationship before could’ve been summed up as ‘enemy of my enemy is my reluctant ally that sometimes threatens me and that I occasionally get arrested… or leave for dead.’ He’d have to come up with something catchier later. Anyway, ever since then, it has been absolute radio silence. He saw the leather-ettes (now featuring Jackson) around school, but they keep mostly to themselves. Even Jackson has toned down. It’s all a bit twilight zone-ish.
But honestly? Shit has been pretty whack since the warehouse show down.
Things haven’t been great with Scott. First there was the whole not realizing that Stiles was kidnapped. Then, there was the colluding with Deaton without even consulting with Stiles, which? Rude. And then, there was the using someone’s body without permission. Stiles is going to have to sit the boy down and have a goddamn conversation about consent and open communication.
Well. If they were currently talking.
Stiles understands ‘ends justifying the means’ and whatnot, but Stiles can’t really get over Scott’s hypocrisy. Not only that, Scott isn’t remorseful for any of his actions and is more worried about whether Allison hates him or if Stiles thinks that they would get back together before the end of the summer.
Stiles bet is yes, but only because Scott is too dumb not to and Allison wants to stick it to her family, now more than ever.
-*-*-
When he emerges, wrapped only in a towel and so tired he can barely stay upright, Derek is sitting, stiff and angry, on the edge of his bed.
Stiles shrieks and scrambles back a step. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you,” Derek says, tersely. “We need to talk.”
He opens his mouth and then closes it again, and then snaps, “We had a week at the manor to talk and you ignored me. Now you want to talk?”
“At the manor, you hadn’t insulted me and my pack and challenged my authority while rejecting your position,” Derek snaps.
Stiles blinks and shoves his hair out of his face. Derek’s gaze flicks over his bare wet chest.
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Sterek Reversebang Fic Teasers pt3
by: JulyMoon
As he pulls up to the Sheriff's house, he remembers coming here a lot before leaving last time. He hasn't thought about it for a long time, but when he stands on the porch, he realizes that he doesn't have to break down this one because knows the spare key is in the flower pot of dead hortensias.
-*-*-
When he checks through the peephole Lydia is glaring at the front door. An expression that pales the second he swings the door open wide for her.
“You were dead.”
“Me? No. I uh,” Stiles starts to say as Lydia pushes past him.
“Who do you think called the police on Derek?”
“Uh, thanks for the concern,”
“Now you need to explain why I saw you dead and bloody,"
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by: TheNeverendingStoryIsTooApt
"Hey. No! Stop that." Stiles struggled into a sitting position, then slumped back against something soft -- oh, Erica's boobs -- as exhaustion swamped him again. "You think this is Derek's fault? It's not. It's yours. And my dad's. And Isaac's. And Erica and Boyd and Parrish and Chris and Allison and… okay, yeah. And Derek." Rolling his eyes, he grumbled, "And Jackson too, I guess. I made a choice, Scott. You don't get to lay that down on anyone else. You wanna be mad? Fine. But be mad at me. Because I am the one who chose this."
Stiles waited, watched the emotions rush across Scott's face. Waited for those big brown eyes to meet his. "And I'd do it again. In every timeline. I can lose everything else, okay? Disneyland can fall into the ocean, for all I care. But I can't -- I won't -- lose this pack. I won't lose you. Not if there's anything I can do to prevent it."
"I'm hurt," Peter interjected into the quiet that fell, and Stiles just snorted.
"Die mad about it."
"Amazingly, I already tried that. It didn't stick."
"Ugh."
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by: AnonTeaBlooms
"I sincerely doubt that anything you say would be interesting enough for me to listen to."
"Maybe it would be, if you actually listened to me."
"Why do you care so much about me listening to you, anyway?"
"Maybe I'm just tired of you looking at me like I'm the Devil reincarnate..."
"I don't... I don't look at you like that..."
"Maybe you should tell your eyes that!"
There's a bit of silence after that, and Claudia finally looks up from her potion to see Stiles and Derek very pointedly not looking at each other, similar expressions of embarrassed stubbornness on their faces.
She sighs heavily. Those boys... Honestly!
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by: Mundo Sinti
“Just because I drive to work doesn’t mean I don’t know how to take other alternative transportation. I rode the subway when I lived in New York before.”
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“Do you keep returning to a particular time, or place, or—”
“Person?” Stiles finished. All three of them were looking at him with expressions so knowing that he dropped his face into the cradle of his arms just so he didn’t have to see them. One’s an incident, two is coincidence, three’s a pattern. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been thinking it too. “God, fuck you, just say it.”
“It’s Derek, isn’t it?” Scott said, and his voice was terribly gentle.
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by: AlphaKnotYourEmissary
Being the comedic sidekick isn’t without perks. Stiles brushes Lydia’s hair, her head resting in his lap. On the TV in front of them, Ryan Gosling professes his love to Rachel McAdams. Not many people got to say they could do this: sit and watch movies with the Lydia Martin, all the while stroking her beautiful strawberry blond locks.
Lydia’s phone chimes. Stiles can feel her smile against his leg.
Not many people know soulmates are actually a thing either. Thy name be Jydia. Or Lackson. Or Lydison. Whatever. Stiles is totally over it and her anyways.
Point being, Stiles is firmly the sidekick in his story. Which is total balls because you are supposed to be the protagonist in your story. But it’s cool; it’s fine. At least Stiles now has near undeniable proof that he is in fact hilarious. It’s the law of all movie tropes.
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by: TheNeverendingStoryIsTooApt
At the end of training, when Scott and Isaac and Erica were chasing each other around with tshirts wet from the stale cooler water, Derek found Stiles again.
"The bite," he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow and cautiously accepting the bottle of water Stiles thrust at him.
"What about it?" Stiles asked, his mind already formulating the best google search terms to find answers to Derek's next question.
"Do you want it?"
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“You’re going to have too ask him for help.”
“I’m not asking him for help, Lydia,” Stiles sneered, trying valiantly to not look as she cleaned out the gash running across his forearm. “We’re mortal enemies. I refuse.”
Lydia sighed and pressed the cotton ball unnecessarily hard where a bullet had grazed him. “You’re not enemies, Stiles. You’re the only one who thinks that.”
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Stiles is enjoying his buzz and the amiable silence between them, punctuated sporadically by the rhythmic rapping of the Uber drivers thumbs on the steering wheel. He lazily watches Derek play words with friends on his phone, eyes flashing a pretty blue when the glow of the screen catches them the right way. His presence beside Stiles is a solid, disconcerting weight, and although their thighs aren't touching, the short distance between them is almost tangible. Stiles sneakily leans closer, trying to decipher if Derek’s heady smell is cologne or deodorant. It is mystery he has wanted to solve, never sure if it’s the intoxicating smell that makes him feel dizzy around Derek in recent years, or the booze.
It isn’t that Stiles doesn’t know. Of course he knows, has known since that fateful day in the woods when he was sixteen. He’s not an idiot, no matter how much Derek joking tells him he is. It just took him awhile to sort out what his strong attraction to Derek meant in the tangled-up mess of fear and danger and holy shit werewolves exist that was his youth. Back then he didn’t have the luxury of time and maturity that he has now.
So it isn’t that Stiles is in denial; it’s just that he’s exceptionally good at compartmentalizing and keeping a level head in a crisis. Almost immediately after he realized how deep his attraction for Derek ran, and what it meant for his own sexuality, he’d boxed it up as neatly as he could and packed it away, because his best friend in the whole world was suffering, and that came first. Bros before… bros? Well, maybe Stiles doesn’t have every little piece figured out but close enough.
Helping Scott navigate the day to day life and death of the supernatural world was more important than what gender Stiles found attractive. After Scott became a true alpha, and Derek moved back to Beacon Hills for good, Stiles didn’t want to disrupt the pack with his sexual identity crisis. Lydia and Stiles has finally gotten together, and Stiles is nothing if not loyal, so he locked his attraction to Derek inside his head and heart. After he and Lydia called it quits, his antagonistic relationship with Derek had somehow slid sideways into a fledgling friendship, and he wasn't willing to risk it on uncertain feelings he’d never allowed himself to explore in depth.
Besides, putting a name to it might make it real, and if it’s real and acknowledged, Stiles is in for spectacular disappointment. He refuses to do that to himself. And now, after nearly a decade, he’s grown used to living in denial.
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by: Compactable Human
The metal polymer at the back of his neck was barely solidified, still settling and itching at his skin, when they brought Stiles to the palace. He knelt alone in the back of the transport van, cuffs holding his arms to the metal floor on either side of his chained ankles, and tried not to think about what would happen when they got there.
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by: autrement
"Fuck you," says Stiles, as clearly and calmly as he can muster, "my alpha."
Derek stills. His face is completely blank for a minute as he stares at Stiles, then he suddenly shuts his eyes, sways closer, and away. "It's your decision to be here at all,'' he says finally, quieter, and lets Stiles go, then turns away at once and leaves.
Stiles stares after him, disbelieving. The guy's so tiring.
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