// dinner is over but I’ve got the world’s worst headache. And I have work early in the morning. I’ll be on after my shift. Thanks for sending me memes batmansyoda. Much love <3 //
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// dinner is over but I’ve got the world’s worst headache. And I have work early in the morning. I’ll be on after my shift. Thanks for sending me memes batmansyoda. Much love <3 //
Send “5 Times the Love” and I will write a drabble about the five times my muse fell in love with your muse
(You can use this as platonic love as well. Love isn’t always romantic)
// Been here 20mins... Can I go home now?? //
// unfortunately I’m being strong-armed into having a family dinner at my mother’s... wish I could just stay on here all day now that I’ve actually got free time to do it BUT guilt tripping in a thing in my family and they are pros. Feel free to message me here, on skype, or kik. If you don’t have ‘em just hit me up with a message for ‘em. //
Affectionate Starters
Send me one of the following: !
"Scoot over and share the blankets!"
"Do you want some cocoa?"
"Here, you can have my jacket. It's too cold out to be wearing short sleeves."
"I need a hug."
"Your feet are cold!"
"Can I play with your hair?"
"You make a good pillow."
"You know, you have really bad morning breath."
"Are you ticklish?"
"You don't mind sharing a bed, do you?"
"Hold still--! You've got something on your face."
"I really don't get why you're single."
"Can we hold hands? I forgot my gloves."
"Do you want to spend the night?"
"Here, get under my umbrella!"
"I bought this at the store the other day. It reminded me of you."
Reblog if it's okay to send you lots of memes even if we have threads already.
I’m just wondering who it’s okay with and who it’s not.
Put "Marry Me" in my ask and see how my muse reacts.
send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.
Stiles and Derek
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:
who holds the umbrella when it rains: Derek because he’s taller.
who is the grumpiest in the morning: Derek, hands down.
who worries more when the other is sick/hurt: Stiles because he’s a worrier.
who plays pranks on the other: Stiles because he acts like he’s 12 sometimes.
who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa: Derek cause he’s tactile.
who insists on creating nicknames for the other: Stiles and he comes up with the most embarrassing ones.
who drools on the other when they’re asleep: Stiles because he’s totally use Derek as a pillow.
who says ‘I love you’ first: Stiles because Derek thinks his love destroys people.
Teen Wolf AU: Dystopia Verse [Part 1/?] Stiles knows better than to go into the woods alone. Every human child has been warned time and time again not to get too close to wolf territory: Crossing enemy lines means certain death. He knows. He just got lost in thought and got himself captured, and now all he can do is hope his stupidity doesn’t turn out to be fatal.
“His name is Stiles,” Scott says, over his shoulder. He shrugs when Derek raises an eyebrow. “I know that look. Don’t mess with him, dude. Heard he’s had a rough year."
High School AU: Stiles Stilinski is a transfer student who just lost his mother and Derek is the idiot that falls in love with him.
reblog if you'd truly miss me if I deleted.
reblog if you'd truly miss me if I deleted.
Send me a ship and I'll tell you:
who holds the umbrella when it rains
who is the grumpiest in the morning
who worries more when the other is sick/hurt
who plays pranks on the other
who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa
who insists on creating nicknames for the other
who drools on the other when they’re asleep
who says ‘I love you’ first
Comfort Zone || Derek & Stiles [Closed]
Derek had seen Stiles in a lot of different states– overly sarcastic, gleeful, cocky, enraged, depressed– but this was a new for him. He wasn’t good with people on any given day of the week and he had no idea how to handle this new version of Stiles. He didn’t know if he was supposed to try to help the other, let him alone, or get someone there who knew what the hell they were doing. Derek could only watch as the keys slipped to the ground and the teen dropped to search for them.
The other’s response pulled an unbidden scoff from the werewolf’ lips. He’d never seen Stiles look further from okay since the nogistune had possessed him. This was the closest to the combination of scents he’d picked up on the roof of the hospital that he had witnessed in person. His hands rose automatically to steady the human as Stiles struggled back to his feet. “You’re not okay,” Derek muttered, reaching down to halt the other male’s hand as it tried to unlock the Jeep, “Stiles, just slow down. Just stop and breathe okay? You’re not going anywhere like this. If you want to leave so bad I’ll take you home but you’re not driving anywhere.”
Resting a hand on Stiles’ should once more he encouraged the other to turn toward him. “Look you’ve been there for me,” Derek admitted begrudgingly, though honestly, as he averted his gaze in shame, “Just… Just,” Derek huffed at his own lack of communication skills, “Let me return the favor and get you home in one piece.”
His whole body tensed the moment Derek reached for his hand in order to stop him from moving, and it took a couple of seconds for Stiles to realize that he wasn’t trying to harm but help him. Stiles wasn’t scared of Derek, he hadn’t been scared of him for quite some time by now. His mind, however, was caught in fight or flight mode, so his immediate reaction was panic.
It only lasted a few moments.
Despite all their past difficulties Stiles trusted Derek in one way or another, and after the initial shock he quickly realized that being close to Derek meant being close to some kind of solution for his sudden panic attack. Not that Stiles would ever admit to it, but Derek had always been rather inspirational - he had overcome so much shit, and it helped Stiles to keep pushing through his own struggles.
Being rational didn’t really work when caught in his own head, though, so for a moment he had no idea how to react or what to do. Run and hide? Yell? Just stare and hope that Derek would go away?
Before Stiles was even fully able to decide on one or multiple options, he found himself nodding, still wheezing, body tense and getting increasingly worked up with every passing moment.
“Okay.” A breathless whisper that he wasn’t even sure Derek would be able to pick up on.
“Okay.”
It irritated the hell out of Derek when he didn’t have all the answers, the answers he felt he was supposed to have. He hadn’t known how to be an alpha or how to deal with the alpha pack or how to deal with the darach or even the nogistune. Right now, however, he didn’t know what was wrong with Stiles or even remotely know how to fix it. It grated on his nerves especially because the teen didn’t seem in a position to tell him how to fix it like he did everything else that went wrong in Derek’s life.
The tension in his shoulders eased when Stiles agreed to letting Derek see him home. “Okay,” he murmured back just as softly, easing the keys from Stiles’ grasp with surprising, even for him, gentleness. “Well take my car. I’ll bring you back for yours later,” he explained while placing a guiding hand on the other’s shoulder, steering him slowly toward his parked vehicle. His eyes darted around on instinct, looking for threats and people who could think he was kidnapping the sherrif’s kid.
Slipping the teen’s keys into his jacket pocket Derek snagged his own and pressed the unlock button the remote. “Get in,” he grunted as he opened the door before walking around to the other side. He didn’t want to leave Stiles to his own devices but he was pretty sure coddling the kid would get him to bolt. Besides, comforting others and taking care of the wasn’t exactly forte-- Laura, Boyd, Erica, and Isaac were his evidence. Slipping his aviators on, his gaze darted over to Stiles, “Your place or mine?”
Plot 102: A Fine Feathered Friend
Inspired by this post
Muse A has always loved nature. Even though they live in an urban area, they find the time to walk to the local park every day and spend a few quiet moments enjoying the greenery and animals around them. They always relax on the same wooden bench and lately have been noticing the animals seem to have grown accustomed to their presence. In particular one beautiful, curious crow. It keeps its distance, but always appears so intelligent and sharp, watching intently with its ebony eyes.
One day Muse A brings a small bag of trail mix as an offering to their new feathered friend. The crow caws happily and devours the assortment of raisins and nuts. The following day Muse A returns with a snack and the crow is there, this time with a shiny twist of metal in its beak. When the treats are scattered along the ground, the bird drops the paperclip - a gift - at Muse A’s feet.
This ritual exchange carries on until one day, the crow doesn’t show. Muse A is heartbroken, missing the therapeutic one-sided talks and charming company of their wild friend. Muse B appears, seemingly out of nowhere and sits down on the wooden bench beside a visibly distraught Muse A. Wordlessly, Muse B hands Muse A a small metal trinket, a perfect addition to Muse A’s collection. Is the gesture enough to reveal the truth about Muse B? The shapeshifter had been their crow companion the entire time.
Skittles AU: the one with nerd!Stiles & fratboy!Scott. // insp.
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