#UNTIL THEY DON'T

[redbuckethat]

Should change condi to the confused 'normal' person

[fabiansociety]

sometimes with a new skill you have to do it shitty just to learn the muscle memory to do it not shitty, and man i know that happens but it doesn't make gritting my teeth through that first poor project any easier

[hedwig221b]

WIP Wednesday

It's Thursday already but who cares lol

Tagged by @dear-massacre hey queen ✨

I've been consumed by my Predators fic. I'm on the verge of writing the climax - the scene I've been twirling in my mind since like August. I'm vibrating. Anyway, here's some miscommunication angst.

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Derek wasn’t sleeping, not like Stiles hoped.

“Stiles…”

“No.” Stiles marched to the nightstand under Derek’s intense gaze, plopped on the table, and unzipped the first aid kit that he had brought with him.

“We need to talk.”

“Derek.” Stiles looked at him with pleading eyes. “It’s late. I had a shit day — I’ve been shot at for fuck’s sake. Can we please talk it out tomorrow? You can scream and scold me for as long as you like but… tomorrow, okay?”

“I wasn’t gonna scream at you.”

“Great.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Excellent.” Stiles ripped the new set of bandages out of the kit. “Give me your hands.”

“I cleaned them already.” Derek showed him the freshly bandaged hands.

Oh.

Stiles’ shoulders sagged, as he breathed out. “Okay.” He swallowed. “Is it bad?”

Derek’s gaze had yet to move from Stiles’ defeated figure. He looked just as tired as Stiles felt, if not even more.

“It’s fine.”

Stiles hesitated. “You did a number on him…” Did Derek disinfect his cuts? Did he break any bones? What if his skin was badly split? What if Derek got an infection — god, humans were so fragile!

“I’m okay, Stiles,” said Derek.

Shut the fuck up, you clingy weirdo, that’s what he meant.

Stiles couldn’t cry. That would be just another fucking humiliation on top of all others.

Instead, he nodded, zipped the kit, and put it behind himself on the table. Without meeting Derek’s gaze — if the man even cared to look at him — Stiles turned off the main light and went to his side of the bed.

“Stiles?”

“Mm?” He put his phone on the nightstand and turned off the light on his side.

“Come here.”

Stiles stopped with one knee on the bed and threw a confused glance at Derek.

He looked beautiful even with the dim light hiding his tired features; the tantalizing silhouette of his strong shoulders stood out sharply against the glow.

“You want to have sex?” Stiles asked, hesitating.

It seemed like he said something wrong because Derek’s face closed off immediately. Still, a wisp of some raw feeling managed to slip through.

“No,” he muttered, looking away.

Stiles should’ve expected a “no”, should’ve been prepared for it, yet hearing it right now hurt so fucking much, like someone was tearing his heart fiber by fiber.

No.

No need for his comfort or his offers of care. Derek didn’t even need his body anymore.

Stiles nodded and got under the covers with his back turned to Derek. He didn’t close his eyes, not until Derek moved. After a few minutes of dense silence, Derek turned off the light and lay down as well.

Stiles was surprised, however, when an arm slithered around his waist and settled on his stomach.

He didn’t understand. Why was Derek getting close? Did he really have to press his body to Stiles like that—

“You know you’re here not just for sex, right?”

No, Derek keeping him for sex would’ve been too easy. The problem wasn’t the sex, it was the lack of fucking consent.

What Derek probably didn’t understand was that Stiles would’ve stayed with him on any conditions — as a friend, a roommate, or a sex toy — if only they came from Derek himself.

“I know,” he said, closing his hand over Derek’s. “I understand. Let’s sleep.”

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[snarky-magpie]

The first two chapters of my new fic Something New are now up on AO3! Regulus fakes deafness as he carries on his diatribe. “I’m not one to criticize, but no one in their right mind would force Potter and me to spend the night as roommates and hope to find the castle standing in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’m actually with him on that. Sorry, mate,” James shrugs, glancing apologetically at Remus. “It’s against my personal beliefs to agree with the fun-sized Black, but there’s a first time for everything, I guess. The two of us in close quarters? Bad idea if I've ever met one. I don’t want to be charged with murder on the day of your wedding.” 

“You’re quite full of yourself, aren’t you? No chance of you defeating me in a duel,” Regulus counters. 

“Who’s talking about a duel? I’ll just choke you to death with that tie,” James tilts his chin toward Regulus’ neck. “Bet you sleep in that thing.”

“I’m sorry.” The sudden apology catches James off guard. His mouth falls open, and he’s hit with a bout uncertainty about how to proceed under these new circumstances. Regulus shuffles on his feet, eyes downcast, but then he glances up, and his lips are curled in the vilest sneer James has ever witnessed. Strangely, it looks attractive on him, sharpening those already indecent cheekbones and drawing attention to his wicked slash of a mouth.

“I’m sorry you’re going through such a dry spell, you have to alleviate the strain by fantasizing about my sleeping attire.” 

[scorndotexe]

you can have a fucked up codependent dynamic with someone without even having mouths to say fucked up things to each other, just look at scorn guy and his parasite

[beebfreeb]

Louisiana Meshi!!!! Thistle will be at the crawfish boil.

[overlymetaromantic]

Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought

[maines]

AGATHA ALL ALONG | 1.08

[emphistic]

"Why is the laundry still not done?"

Sukuna shrugged, continuing to mindlessly tap away on his phone. He was, without a doubt, playing one of those little games that he downloaded specifically for when he had no WiFi. Block Blast? You couldn't remember.

"I'll do it later," he began—his eyes still glued to his screen, "juste après que je te do."

For extra credit, your boyfriend, Sukuna, once took a French course during college, and now he spends most of his time saying short French phrases to you—on purpose, because he knows you won't be able to know if he's cursing you out, or just shamelessly flirting with you.

"You are such an ass," you groaned. "I reminded you this morning, before lunch, and after lunch; it's six in the afternoon, 'Kuna."

"Ma chérie, relax. It's not good to be so tense all the time," Sukuna teased, finally turning to face you. "Thankfully, I know a way to get rid of your stress."

"I wouldn't be fucking stressed in the first place if it weren't for your laziness, you little—wait. . . What's the French word for 'asshole'?"

"Meilleur et le plus beau petit ami du monde entier."

"That's . . . too many words." You crossed your arms over your chest, amused. "Clearly, you're bluffing."

"Or, clearly, I'm just a man in love," Sukuna said, a sultry look on his face, "—with his beautiful, amazing, smart, and did I mention, sexy, girlfriend. I'm just so moony-eyed these days, and my heart is just so full of you that I cannot even remember to do the laundry."

"Stop trying to seduce me, dickhead."

"Pfft, I am not seducing you; I am simply avouer mon amour to la lumière de ma vie."

You paused, whipping out your phone and doing a quick Google Translate, before saying,

"*Si tu n'arrêtes pas de parler français . . . je vais te mettre une baguette dans le cul."

"Merde," Sukuna gasped, in disbelief, before realizing his mistake. "Fuck. Baby, no, I meant—"

[mstrchu]

girl help my friends keep trying to do things that will definitely make them insane

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[mcmissileproof]

favorite hobby when I'm driving is to catch someone trying to climb up my back bumper while I'm going a completely reasonable speed and just slowly take my foot off the gas. you seem upset, brother. why don't we slow down and enjoy the view awhile

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[snail-is-wired]

They make fun of girls with low self esteem (read: fat, poor, etc.) for dating guys who are considered shitty and low class but have you considered pretty, "nice" boys are also shitty and look at me like I'm garbage