Anonymous said:

The One with the Cuffs ;)


"You cannot leave me here,” Stiles hisses.

"I’ll be ten minutes, tops," Derek promises, sliding on his deputy jacket and grinning roguishly. "I’ll make it worth your while."

"No, Derek!" Stiles gestures to the door, still closed, thank god, but with the rest of the damn police department milling around outside. "Someone might come in!"

"Someone might have come in half an hour ago when you were blowing me on my desk," Derek smirks, "Didn’t stop you then."

"I wasn’t half naked from the waist down!"

"I was."

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2 days ago  —  7/28/2014  —  887 notes
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Anonymous said:

Have you ever seen that video of the guy havinf surgery then meeting his wife/girlfriend again while on drugs and just starts saying things like "you married me??? Im so lucky wow youre so beautiful" i love it so much. can you write a sterek like that where stiles has surgery and is just complimenting derek while on the drugs omg?? thank you ily


Derek leans forward as Stiles’ eyes flutter open, touches his hand carefully. 


Stiles scrunches his face up, squints at him groggily, “Who’re you?”

"I’m Derek," he says hesitantly, reminding himself the doctor did say this could happen. It’s not long term. It’s not a terrible spell gone wrong. Derek will be remembered by the most important person in his life eventually. He swallows hard, tries not to panic. "I’m your husband."

Stiles’ eyes go wide, “You’re what— you’re my— you?

Derek tamps down on the flash of hurt, “Yeah, I’m sor—”

"Holy bananas, how’d I— how’d I get you to marry me? You’re so beautiful.”

Derek laughs, “So’re you.”

"Yeah, but," Stiles points weakly at Derek’s mouth, "Look at’your teeth, oh my god, how do they even— s’cute. Am I— Are you sure?”

"Pretty sure," Derek promises, squeezes his hand, "There was a ceremony and everything."

"What?" Stiles sits up a little, blinks wildly, "Did we really— I mean— really?"

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3 days ago  —  7/27/2014  —  4 notes
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Anonymous said:

Hi, I was wondering if you could help me to find a fic! It's a Clint/Tony in which Clint goes on a mission and since he's not here to take care of Tony, Tony just stays in his workshop even though the rest of the team tell him that's not what Clint would want. (I think that Clint is also presumed dead for a moment but Tony doesn't accept it because Clint promised he'd come home). Thank you, you have a wonderful blog! :)

This fic is already on the list! I’ve read it multiple times and it makes me want to jump off of a bridge. At least I’m pretty sure this is it. If not let me know and I’ll do further hunting!

3 days ago  —  7/27/2014  —  2 notes
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hiya, do know any fanfics where the knights tease Arthur and merlin about their feelings fro each other and/or help get them together?
This is all we could find for now, but be sure to check out our future Merthur fic tags to see if we find more!
3 weeks ago  —  7/8/2014  —  6 notes
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Anonymous said:

Hi there! Idk if you are taking prompts, but I think this one is a gem for anyone interested: My local radio station is having a "hottest dads" contest for Father's Day where the winner gets tons of prizes. After hearing it all I could think was married-with-kids sterek. Stiles snapping sexy pics of hot-Dad!Derek & submitting them, determined to win. Then Derek complains at first, but then gets really competitive. Stiles reaps the sexy benefits of steamy photoshoots with his hot dad husband ;)


So, Monica wasn’t a fan of her work placement. Beacon FM might have been the hot dive back in the day, perhaps when The Beatles were storming America, but it’s most definitely peeked. She’s not even sure people listen to the radio these days. Monica sure as hell doesn’t. But, her journalism teacher Ms Barry is so freaking enthusiastic, and such a sweetheart that when she sailed into the classroom announcing she’d found Monica the perfect opportunity to further her grade, Monica hadn’t the heart to tell her no. 

Besides, her other option was to sit around and watch re-runs of Frasier all day, and though she’s appreciative of the banal humor, after a while she starts laughing like Sideshow Bob and judging herself. 

Summer is tough. 

Correction, summer was tough. 

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The first time it happens, Stiles is too angry to pay it much mind. It’s not his fault. Derek gets in his face, shoves all his stubbly goodness and idiotic martyr esque self righteous earnest annoyingness at Stiles, and… Stiles has a reaction. 

It’s normal, okay?

He’s nineteen, and Derek’s less of a holy fuck, I hate your guts, you ruin my life and stop staring at me like you’re going to eat me kind of character in Stiles’ life; and more of a you’re not so bad when you’ve got candy, or you’re laughing at my expense, but I forgive you because it’s nice to see kind of one. He’s Derek. He snores when he falls asleep on Stiles’ bed at college. He drinks soda, and burps. He actually kept the Spiderman alarm clock Stiles gave him for Christmas. Sure, he’s a hottie, and sure, Stiles has thought about him accidentally once or twice in the shower. But, it’s Derek! Derek. He’s not— This is— fine. It’s fine. 

This is rational. The situation was intense. Stiles hadn’t been expecting his favorite diner waitress to actually be a succubus. They’d barely sat down, Stiles had only just begun introducing his grumpy ass friend to her, when he’d been rudely interrupted by Derek yelling, “Dammit, Stiles,” and Mindy punching Derek in the face. It had all been very dramatic. Trust Derek to ruin dinner, and take Stiles’ favorite diner away from him in one night. Not to mention get himself thrown through a window, and still somehow come flying back in to prevent Stiles from losing any limbs.

He just has to be the god damn savior of the day.

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1 month ago  —  6/19/2014  —  12 notes
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I need some warm up before I tackle the DCBB. So here’s a ficlet.

apotheosize said: it’s in the middle of winter and it’s cold as fuck outside and of course dean goes out to get pie or something and so he comes back and curls himself around cas in bed to get warm

Thanks for the prompt! ♥ And sorry for mistakes!

It wasn’t winter, not by a long shot, but they had been tracking down an errant minor deity that had a habit of freezing everything wherever it went. It wasn’t malicious, Castiel had assured them, so killing it wasn’t necessary. Dean felt it would have been a hell lot easier though.

“There are a lot of elementals and each of them serves a purpose. You can’t kill it, Dean,” Cas had said, shivering in his trench coat, and had looked so miserable that Dean had given it. It had been quite easy to convince it to leave for colder regions once they finally found it after three towns had been snowed it. Dean already felt the temperatures going up much to the joy of the perplexed people.

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"In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
And where you invest your love, you invest your life”

(thanks again to the lovely, lovely Hannah ♥)

He’s been telling Dean to get a new fan for three weeks. The twacking noise his current one makes is slowly driving him insane. It wakes him now, at six-thirty on a Saturday morning, drying the sweat from a sticky Indian summer night off of his body and chilling his bare shoulder.

Dean, of course, doesn’t wake up. He finds it funny that a footstep outside of their door will send him skyrocketing out of bed, but the fan doesn’t bother him at all.

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