My main blog is a sims blog, so this is where all other things go. Expect random posts about stuff I read or watch, and occasional fanfics. Things I like: Maze Runner, Teen Wolf, A:TLA, Murderbot, Temeraire, Goblin Emperor. Other tumblr name: dunne-ias. AO3: everyonelovesLaurence
The final chapter of How to Train Your Alpha Werewolf is now posted on Ao3 and I'm very grateful to everyone and anyone who has reblogged on tumblr, left kudos and comments on the fic itself, or listened to me talk about it for the past 3 years.
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
me: what do they bring to each other's lives? what do they admire about one another? what draws them to each other?
story: love :) :)
me: ok... so what is that going to look like now?
story: like love :) :) :)
me: are their personalities going to clash at all? are they going to have arguments? learn to compromise for each other? will they need to adapt to sharing their life with another person? is it going to be smooth perfect harmony from day one? are they going to be always together? see each other sometimes as their occupations allow? how does this relationship affect their lifes.
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
Derek Hale has always known two things about himself: He's not good at making people like him, and he's going to be his sister's second for the Sacramento pack. But when a random assignment leads him to be the new alpha of Beacon Hills, dealing with far too big shoes to fill and a new pack orphan that everyone listens to far more than they do him, he thinks it's his big chance to finally prove his worth to his mother. Besides, it's not forever, is it?
Stiles Stilinski has always known two things about himself, too: Being the son of the alpha is a Big Job, and it's his to do, and one day, his mate will be the next alpha of his mother's pack. But when his parents are murdered, and some growly man with expressive eyebrows unwillingly takes her place, he's got two choices: keep glaring at Derek or teach him to man up. At least until he's found a replacement. How long could that take?
This is a story about building a pack, finding a home and cuddling with a dog. It's mostly about the dog.
Yep, you're looking at it. It's only taken 4 fucking years to get to this point, but the first three chapters are ready for reading on ao3. The whole story is over 150K words, and I'll be posting one chapter per week from now on.
I am ridiculously pleased by this fic and I hope all Sterek fans out there will enjoy it :)
He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the third or fourth or sixteenth time. He needed the money, and he didn't have time for a part-time job. Erica had sworn up and down that the magazine she freelanced for was staffed entirely by professionals, even if those professionals did make soft-core werewolf porn.
He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the seventeenth time, as an intern sprayed him down with the mist-setting on a garden house. Another intern in a plaid button down with a heavy-looking bag over one shoulder ran in as as someone was artfully mussing Derek's hair from behind. He panted "Shit. Am I late? Tell me I'm not late."
He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the third or fourth or sixteenth time. He needed the money, and he didn't have time for a part-time job. Erica had sworn up and down that the magazine she freelanced for was staffed entirely by professionals, even if those professionals did make soft-core werewolf porn.
He needed the money, Derek reminded himself, for the seventeenth time, as an intern sprayed him down with the mist-setting on a garden house. Another human intern in a worn Invader Zim t-shirt ran in as someone was artfully mussing Derek's hair from behind. He panted, "Shit. Am I late? Tell me I'm not late."
"You're late," several voices called out at once.
"Shit." The intern set down his large bag on a nearby bench and nodded at Derek. "You must be my model. I'm Stiles, your photographer. Sorry about all the swearing."
Despite Derekās concerns about his wardrobe, Stiles did seem like a professional. He had barely done more than glance at the way Derek's nipples were peaked with cold underneath the extremely thin white t-shirt they'd had him put on. And he hadn't once touched Derek without asking permission first.
"Is it cool if I-" Stiles pantomimed something with his fingers, "make a few adjustments?" He had beautiful hands. If they'd met in a bar somewhere, Derek would have pegged him as a pianist, or maybe the artist he supposed Stiles technically was.
Derek nodded. "Go ahead."
Stiles beamed at him. "Thanks. No bad touching, I swear. I promised Erica I'd return you with your virtue intact."
Too bad, thought Derek, and felt himself flush. He was suddenly glad the water in the bathtub was too uncomfortably chilly to make anything but his nipples hard.
Stiles crooked a finger in Derekās collar and dragged it down another inch. āArms behind your head, please? Yeah, just like that. Iām just gonna-ā He adjusted the t-shirt sleeves, casually complimenting Derek on his arms (āThatās just the right amount of flexā) as he worked.Ā
āNow,ā he said. āWould you mind tugging up the hem of your shirt? Youāve got great armpit bush, and thatās showing up just fine through the cotton, but Iād like a clearer view of the olā happy trail.ā
Derek locked eyes with Stiles and pulled at his shirt. The cotton had stuck to his stomach, and the wet āslapā it made when he let it go sounded loud in a room with tiled acoustics. āLike that?āĀ
āUh.ā Stiles cleared his throat. āMaybe a little higher? Yeah, thatās perfect.āĀ
*click*Stiles never stopped talking as he worked, chattering on about college (heād been in a class with Cora before heād graduated last year), Star Wars, work, (āCan you flash those beta blues at me? How about a little fang?ā), his cat (a striped Tabby named āSecUnitā), how heād seen Derek at the nursery last month when heād come in for a new succulent-
āIām not getting the angle I want. Do you mind if-ā Stiles wrinkled his nose. āCan I maybe climb in there with you?ā
ā . . . sure?ā
Stiles grinned at him, and dropped to the ground to unlace his shoes. He rolled up his jeans with a foot on the edge of the tub, and then climbed in to sit on the back edge. āMuch bet - fuck, this waterās cold!ā
āI know.ā
āSorry, big guy. Can you stand it for another ten minutes? I swear weāre almost done.ā
āIām a werewolf, Stiles.ā
āIām still buying you coffee after the shoot. I mean, I will have an intern run out for coffee. That I will pay for. Tilt your head a little more to the left? Nah, look at me straight on again. Smolder for me. God, that's super hot.ā
Stiles started to ramble (incorrectly) about how he could never be a model himself. āWay too scrawny. I won this baby,ā he plucked at his stupid t-shirt, āas a raffle prize in seventh grade. You got tickets for passing a high-school level reading comprehension test. I mean, seventh-grade. And it still fits!"
Ā Derek laughed.
*click click click click click*
Stiles pulled back and looked at his camera. "Forget everything I said two minutes ago. There's our cover shot. Fuck, look at your cute little bunny teeth. And those eyes crinkles! Weāre going to sell a million copies.ā
āGonna buy one yourself?ā
Stiles winked. āI might even buy two.ā He pulled his camera over his head and set it down on the stool next to the bathtub. āThatās a wrap. You can put your arms down. Or wherever.āĀ
Derek unhooked his arms with a low groan, while Stiles fidgeted on the edge of the bathtub. A second or two later he muttered, āFuck itā and dropped down fully into the tub, landing with his knees in the water on either side of Derekās legs. He put a tentative hand on each of Derekās thighs. āI really hope Iām not reading this wrong.ā
Derek took a fistful of the t-shirt that absolutely did not fit and that he planned to steal later and burn. He tugged, lightly, and Stiles scooted obediently forward so that he was sitting directly above the zipper on Derekās borrowed jeans.
Suddenly the water seemed a lot less cold.Ā
āI thought you could read at a high school level.ā
āCollege,ā Stiles blurted out. āMaybe even post-grad. No barely legal reading levels here.ā
āGood,ā said Derek, and pulled him the rest of the way down.