Omg I started writing this huge ask for a rec but I saw you're actually the one who wrote it??? It's really one of my utmost favorites fics in the world, but am I not supposed to rec it?? Anyways ok, I'll rec another!! The Road to Self-Actualization Is Littered with F-Bombs by blue_fjords is one of my favorites too, first of all I really dig the Oh no undercover at a couples retreat prompt, the fic itself is hilarious and so GOOD. It'S JUST SO GOOD. I love it.
Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard of that one! Undercover as a couple sounds AMAZING. I’ll have to download it! (And I AM curious as to which of my fics you wanted to rec!)
The Road to Self-Actualization Is Littered with F-Bombs by blue_fjordsWord Count: 24,811Rating: MatureArchive Warnings: No Archive Warnings ApplySummary: It's Stiles’s final Spring Break of his college career, and he's got plans to do a whole lot of nothing. But Derek has other plans for him, and before he knows it, Stiles is joining Derek to go undercover at a couples' retreat in a bid to catch a ring of thieves. It's the world's most perfect plan! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?
Okay, I think if I had to choose just one I’d probably say Lydia Martin, purely because she has changed so much from ‘sucking just for his benefit’ and ‘I read it somewhere’ to being such an amazing woman who owns her abilities and doesn’t hide how smart she is anymore, who chooses what it best for her instead of what society thinks is best for her.
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
Oh gosh this is hard, there are so many amazing AUs already, hmm, how about an author that creates a character and they become real somehow, at the beginning the author can predict the characters behaviour, their movements, because they are their creation, but after some time, the character grows and learns and adapts, they form extra habits, nervous twitches, the author can hate some parts, but then the character proves them wrong when the author doesn’t believe them. honestly i have no clue where I’m going with this, but yeah an author/character AU thing *shrugs*
R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?
I think Scott and Stiles are the first duo that come to mind, but recently, I absolutely adore Jess and Trish in Jessica Jones.
bottcmderek answered your question “alright, i’m not trying to start anything but what’s with the middle...”
the middle is usually less cooked?? i mean idk im not a scientist but yeah when they're kinda soft and wet my god brownies
mmm okay. I like the crunch, but I can see that. I don’t like undercooked brownies bc I’m not a huge fan of gooey dough. that’s probably why I stay away.
So yesterday was the wonderful Neon’s ( @bottcmderek) birthday, and I’ve been slacking so I wasn’t able to finish the fic until today! (I was trying to write the Whine About It AU, but that is going to be a monster so it will have to wait). I hope you had a fabulous day yesterday, and I hope this is at least slightly entertaining!
Relationship: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Teen
Based on this text post.
{This is fic number 1/52 for the 52 Short Stories in 52 Weeks thing that me and @damnfancyscotch are doing!! Once I get a few in a will probably put them all into a chaptered fic on AO3 like Scotch is doing. But for now, I will be tagging each one with #52 in 52. So hopefully I can keep up with this! Also feel free to join in/tag me in your fics if you decide to do this!!}
“Hey guess what?”
Stiles lifts his head from the case file he’s buried in, glancing towards Derek who’s curled up at the other end of the couch. He’s not sure what makes his stomach flip, whether it’s actually being home in Beacon Hills, actually having a job, actually sharing a house with Scott like they always planned, or actually being friends with Derek now that they’ve all kind of conquered their demons. Probably the Derek thing. Or the other Derek thing, the one where five years hasn’t done anything except make him hotter. Which is the actual worst. For real. Stiles has a job and rent and other grownup things to deal with, he does not need to spend what little free time he has daydreaming about opalescent eyes that crinkle in the corners and a smile that could actually start a war. Or end one. Either is just as likely at this point.
“What?” He squints at Derek, unsure of where this is going. Derek used to be fairly predictable, with all the growling and the anger and mistrust. He could count on him to be an asshole and wanting to do exactly the opposite of whatever Scott was thinking. But now, now Scott and Derek mesh annoyingly well, and they smile at each other and have weird wolfy bonding sessions out in the preserve with Liam and Malia that Stiles wants absolutely no part of. He’s perfectly fine staying back and watching all the movies no one else ever wants to watch with Kira (or the pair of them getting steamrolled by Lydia and her rom coms but whatever. Stiles digs Matthew McConaughey so it’s chill).
“I learned how to read palms when I was in New York.” Derek says calmly, not looking up from the book in his own hands. Stiles narrows his eyes. He’s almost too calm. But Scott, who has reappeared from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and three cans of soda, seems to be excited. Which means Derek probably isn’t lying.
“Oh yeah?” Stiles sets his case file down on the coffee table, deciding to take the bait. He shifts closer to Derek, forcing himself to calm down when Scott takes his seat, leaving him in the middle of the couch with so escape. “What do mine say?”
“Are you sure you want to know?” Derek asks, deadly serious as he takes Stiles’ hands. Stiles rolls his eyes, trying to distract himself from the soft drag of the pads of Derek’s fingers across the backs of his hands, his knuckles, Derek’s thick thumb sweeping across his palm. He swallows hard, forcing himself to think of something, anything, other than Derek’s fingers.
“Did they teach you to be dramatic too?” Stiles grins at him. “Never mind, that’s always been part of the Derek Hale package.”
Derek scowls at him, which is much more normal and vaguely comforting. Stiles knows how to handle Derek Hale scowling at him. He lives for this kind of thing, poking and prodding until he gets a reaction. According to Scott they’re too old for pigtail pulling (that is not what this is, by the way), but since when has he ever listened to Scott anyways?
Speaking of Scott, Stiles can feel him breathing down the back of his neck.
“I require neck kisses if I’m going to have to feel your hot breath on me,” he smirks, turning to look over his shoulder and finding himself face to face with Scott. He yelps and lunges forward, which only send him crashing into Derek’s chest. Which is the actual worst place to be when squished between two werewolves who can smell boners on a not nearly big enough couch. This time he squawks and falls back towards Scott, who of course, catches him and straightens him up, brushing off his shoulders.
“Shouldn’t throw stones when you live in a glass house dude,” Scott says easily, settling back into the couch and turning his attention to the episode of New Girl playing softly on the TV.
“What are you trying to say?” Stiles scoffs as he hold his hands back out to Derek, glaring at Scott over his shoulder. All he gets is a shrug. Which is rude as fuck.
“He’s trying to say that you’re dramatic,” Derek grumbles, staring intently at Stiles’ palms. Derek’s intense looks always make him squirm, whether they’re directed right at him or not. It’s just… there’s this depth to Derek’s eyes that makes him feel things that make him uncomfortable. Things that he only feels for a very short list of people. Like his Dad, and Scott and… That’s it. That’s the end of his list. Like, he loves the pack, he does, but that’s a different kind of feeling than what he has for his Dad and Scott, the two most important people in his life. But somehow Derek is inching his way in there, has been inching his way in there for who knows how long. Years, probably.
“Wow, could you tell that from my hands? Color me impressed.” He grins through the sarcasm, enjoying the way Derek’s eyebrows seem to lower by degrees, with every word he utters.
“Shut up.”
Sometimes Stiles wishes that Derek’s growly voice still did anything other than turn him on, but it really, really doesn’t. Instead, it makes him want to jump him, to straddle those thighs and kiss his mouth, fangs and all.
“Scotty, tell me something gross. Birth any puppies lately?” Stiles practically pleads, slamming his eyes shut and praying to the anyone that will listen that the images of Derek’s stubbled cheeks rubbing against his neck will just like, disappear.
“Nah,” Scott sounds disinterested. He’s really pretty rude today. “But I did see Coach Finstock in the showers at the gym today. That was traumatizing.”
Stiles chokes on his own spit as he doubles over laughing, ignoring Derek’s irritated huff in favor of celebrating the fact that sexy make out sessions have now been firmly replaced by the amazing image of Scott and Finstock in the showers in his brain. Oh man. This is the best day ever.
“Oh!” Derek gasps, his fingers tightening around Stiles hands. Stiles straightens immediately, eyes going wide as he takes in Derek’s alarmed expression.
“Oh no,” he swallows, nerves jangling. “What is it? Is my life line short? Is my love line nonexistent?”
“It says,” Derek lets out a breath, looking up at him with solemn eyes. “That you’re a nerd.”
The room falls eerily silent, the only sound is Schmidt yelling something vaguely douchey on the TV. Stiles’ chest starts to hurt and he realizes he was holding his breath, letting it out in a low gasp.
“Oh my god,” Scott whispers from behind him, holding out a fist over Stiles shoulder. Derek bumps it, that slow smile creeping over his face as Scott starts to laugh, that deep belly one where he throws his head back. Stiles isn’t looking at him though, his eyes narrowed as he glares (pretends to glare, really) at Derek.
Who looks beautiful like this, with his eyes lighting up and his nose crinkling just slightly and his smile wide and beautiful and making Stiles’ heart squeeze tight in his chest. His smile only gets brighter the longer Scott laughs, but his hands are still holding Stiles’, still there, warm and steady and big.
So Stiles kisses him.
It doesn’t work, not really.
Their teeth clack together because Derek is smiling, and then Scott yelps which makes Stiles smile, so their chins scrape and teeth clack some more and noses bump. But then Derek tilts his head and pulls Stiles in with handfuls of his flannel. And this time, this time it’s perfect, all soft lips and slick tongues and the warm heat of Derek’s actual mouth. Stiles is going to die, because Derek Fucking Hale is kissing him back like he means it, like he wants it.
He’s considering the merits of just climbing right into his lap when a throat clears behind him.
Right.
Scotty.
“I’d like to propose a toast.”
Stiles is fully prepared to just ignore his best friend, but there’s something cold and wet pressed against the side of his neck. So he pulls away from Derek with a squawk, glaring at Scott as he falls back onto the couch. Scott doesn’t seem to care, still grinning as he passes them each a can of Coke. Derek takes his can with one of his special Scott Smiles, popping the tab before glancing at Stiles. And this glance, this look on his face, all blushing and shy, it’s the most perfect thing Stiles has ever seen in his entire life. He’s done for, is what he is.
Stiles takes his own can and pops the top, raising an eyebrow at Scott.
“To new beginnings!”
“To new beginnings,” Stiles repeats, tapping his can against Scott and Derek’s.
His eyes catch Derek’s as they both drink, and he watches, fascinated, as a flush spreads delicately across Derek’s nose and cheeks.
(i just saw THAT ASK now) my god favorite blog and I'm pretty sure i won't be able to find the post on my dash cause IT'S LONG GONE probably and anyways are replies even working anymore? what a mystery, anyways I'm trying to explain this ask THE REASON FOR IT BEING you're the cutest and thank you so much and I love your icon my god. tis the season for capsicles
ASDFGHJKL Of course my fave, just look at you !! And oh, I know that feeling so well. When you tryna find a post but it's there's just so much other stuff like damn and yoURE THE CUTEST YOURE WELCOME !! Also Steve... Capsicles.... Yes
1 of the most disgusting parts: he describes the mc and IMMEDIATELY makes sure the reader knows she's not ALL THAT 'FAT'! JUST A LITTLE CHUBBY! MOST OF IT IS JUST MUSCLE! Give me an actual overweight (or "plus sized" as so the men like to call women who aren't some sketchy standardize model of what they think we should be) mc strong teenage girl and THEN maybe you'd have room enough for some of the claims made about your book. Didn't even get to finish. Kinda tired of saying this regarding men.
YEAH i got that too like holy projecting dude. we get it, you aren’t into fat chicks lmao settle down.
i think that is the most blatant terrible part of it. you can’t even read an actual character into the MC, because all you can hear in the text are the author’s crappy opinions screaming through
