#hobrien ficlet

[mcshepsjumper]

about

Smowkie, 40+, ace, she/her, from Sweden.

McShep and everything Stargate, as well as some other stuff from some of the actors. i like organized tags, so i tag a lot.

Ship and let ship, don’t like don’t read, KINKTOMATO, etc.

credits

icon from @aenslem (x)

header and sidebar gifs from @sga-mcshep-4ever (x, x, x, x)

blog theme is my own

(coding credits)

other blogs

@smowkie - main/personal - where I follow/like/ask/reply from

side blogs - fandom

@mcshepsjumper - this blog! McShep and everything Stargate

@winchestersheaven  - multifandom, this is where I put everything fandom related I don’t have a specific blog for (except music stuff, that goes on @smowkie, but I rarely blog about music)

@hoechyeahsteelatom - Arrowverse

@barisiscourtroom - Barisi from Law & Order: SVU (also things from the other L&O shows, the Chicago shows, and the FBI shows)

@sterekshaven - Sterek and Hobrien

@inevitablehusbands - Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

@ravixmajor - Rajor from iZombie

@sterekdrabbles - I run this with @rieraclaelin, and it’s for anyone who likes Sterek and drabbles (100 words long ficlets). We post word-challenges three times a week, and once a month we have a theme week. (We also have @sterekdrabblesgonelong for when the drabbles refuse to stay drabbles.)

side blogs - other

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@promptsandgames - prompts and ask games

other links

ao3 (i have not written anything Stargate)

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[winchestersheaven]

about me

I'm Smowkie, 40+, ace, she/her, from Sweden.

Ship and let ship, don't like don't read, KINKTOMATO, etc.

I don't have a proper tag page for this blog (yet, just the spn one), but I do have a TV shows page on my smowkie blog, where all the shows have a link to their tag on the blog it's on, as well as a way to filter the shows by blog it's on, if you want to see some of what might show up here.

some tags

#Smowkie’s fic - my writing tag (one whole fic on this blog)

#Smowkie talks - my own posts, i'm still learning to use this one

#Smowkie watches stuff - when i talk about shows i'm watching

about the blog, credits, my other blogs, etc. under the cut

about the blog

Queue currently set to post 8 times per day, and atm there are 800+ posts in it.

This is my first side blog that I started because I wanted to keep all the Supernatural stuff I reblogged from my main. It is no longer a Supernatural exclusive blog, I put everything fandom that I don't have a specific blog for here.

credits

Mobile/dashboard view header

Sidebar gifs

Bitter Sam girl badge

Sam Winchester fan badge

Icon/avatar is my own

Blog theme is my own

(coding credits)   

something wrong?

If you see any mistakes I've made here, a link that doesn't work, a tag that's spelled wrong, or if something's not working like it's supposed to, please let me know, so I can fix it!  

other blogs

@smowkie - main/personal - where I follow/like/ask/reply from

side blogs - fandom

@winchestersheaven  - this blog! multifandom, this is where I put everything fandom related I don't have a specific blog for (except music stuff, that goes on @smowkie, but I rarely blog about music)

@mcshepsjumper - Stargate, heavy on McShep and SGA

@hoechyeahsteelatom - Arrowverse

@barisiscourtroom - Barisi from Law & Order: SVU (also things from the other L&O shows, the Chicago shows, and the FBI shows)

@sterekshaven - Sterek and Hobrien

@inevitablehusbands - Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

@ravixmajor - Rajor from iZombie

@sterekdrabbles - I run this with @rieraclaelin, and it's for anyone who likes Sterek and drabbles (100 words long ficlets). We post word-challenges three times a week, and once a month we have a theme week. (We also have @sterekdrabblesgonelong for when the drabbles refuse to stay drabbles.)

side blogs - other

@lokemycat - my cat!

@promptsandgames - prompts and ask games

other links

ao3

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dreamwidth - inactive

pillowfort - inactive

[eusuntgratie]

Prompt: "I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you"

this prompt is from one million years ago and i feel like there was a story and it probably wasn't this one, but here ya go!

Sneaking around was fun when all this started. Stolen kisses when nobody was on set, frantic handjobs in closets, quiet blowjobs in bathrooms. It was fun, having a secret, looking across the room and meeting his eyes and knowing he’d be in his bed later. Snarky responses to fan questions, talking about how hot he is with fangirling interviewers.

But Dylan’s not 19 anymore, and he’s tired of this shit. Because now it’s less stolen kisses and more no I can’t fly there because last time the paparazzi got that one shot, and filming schedules that always seem to take them to opposite sides of the country, and being exhausted by the constant speculation about which hot girl Tyler is supposedly dating this week. Of people asking him what he’s doing, who’s important in his life, how he likes spending his time. And he wants to scream, “him! He is the most important, or he would be if I ever got to see him for more than six hours, or tell anyone but my sister about him, or take him on a fucking date, or take him to my favorite places.” But instead he talks about his work, his family, his friends.

They’re video chatting in the middle of the night and Tyler tells him he feels so alone and he decides fuck it. This is fucking ridiculous. He’s on a plane six hours later and at his door in sixteen. Tyler melts when he sees him. “What are you doing? You didn’t have to come, I’m okay. Come in, come in, shit.”

Tyler wraps himself around him and holds him tight like only he can and he feels so at home, so he disentangles himself and makes Tyler look at him.

“I can’t do this. This isn’t- this hasn’t just been hooking up in a long time. I can’t do it like this, Ty. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

He gives him that big, blinding smile that always makes him cave, so he’s steeling himself for “you know I can’t do that,” and “I care about you, but,” but what comes out of his mouth is “why didn’t you say anything?”

“I- what?”

“I don’t either. I want you.”

“But I thought-”

“That was before, Dyl. I want you. All of you. If that’s something you-”

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

They sleep wrapped around each other, happy and sweaty and sated, and Dylan thinks this. This is the most important.

[froggydarren]

(Maybe) Secret Santa

Hobrien || G || ~1k || AO3

Summary: Tyler always sent a whole bunch of holiday cards to people he'd worked with before, to friends and colleagues from projects he'd been in. He didn't expect replies, though he was sure some would come. Then, a package arrived at his door, sender unknown.

Written for the Full Moon Ficlet challenge on Livejournal - prompt #255: surprise

A/N: Happy Holidays to all who celebrate! And if you don’t, here’s a treat anyway ;) 

The whole show had been filming on and off for almost eight years. In all those, they weren’t always around for any of the holidays. In fact, it was rare that they were anywhere near the set just before or after them — everyone has families of some kind, after all — so the people involved were not normally included in festivities. Especially not Christmas, when they made sure that everyone had time to fly home, to have their own traditions.

Tyler’s, of course, had always been very traditional. Now that there were kids around that weren’t just extended family who wouldn’t visit until after Christmas Day, his parents went all out, more so than usual. When he was young, it was the one time he always looked forward to: everyone together, no commitments, no schedules, no rushing from training to filming and back to training again.

So when the hype around Teen Wolf ended, for him it was just another thing that went back to normal. More so than in the two years before the series wrap, because he expected fewer cards as everyone went off in their own directions. He himself only sent a few cards the year after, mostly generic ones — with the exception of Colton and Ian, because he couldn’t resist finding the most glittery and bright cards along with the cheesiest socks and novelty wine-related gadgets for both — so when the cards started appearing in his mailbox, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about those whom he forgot.

There was one from Ryan, a “family” portrait that included his cats. Melissa somehow dug out vintage ones, because of course she did. A few others, from cast members he remembered but hadn’t thought of tracking the addresses for.

But then, a few days before he officially clocked out from socializing and drove his bags to his parents’ house, a small package arrived at his doorstep. There was no handwriting on the unassuming label, no return address, nothing to tell him where or who it was from. Only a small note that told him to not open it until Christmas Day, alone.

There was a limited amount of people who had the exact address for his place, the one he moved to after leaving the apartment he’d been renting after Everybody Wants Some. He’d only texted it to one list on his phone, to the people whom he trusted as much as his family. Because of that, he knew it wasn’t anything he should worry about, but the mystery still haunted him for days.

It was also — not that he’d admit it — the reason why he woke up early on the 25th. Too early, if the silence of the house around him was any indication.

The package was on the bottom of one of his bags, stashed away in the closet in his old room where he was spending the holidays. Tyler dug it out, and lingered over the tape holding the sides of the wrapping paper together. Then, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he slid a finger under the tape and tugged.

While he was making his way through the layers — there were three — of packing and wrapping paper, he kept running the possibilities of who was the sender through his mind. He’d have guessed Ian, had he not received a card and a gift weeks ago. Not Colton either, since they made arrangements to meet before New Year’s Eve to exchange gifts.

It wasn’t until he pushed aside the last layer of paper, and revealed a card on top of a gift box, that it suddenly became clear. The card was handwritten, and that was all that Tyler needed to see.

Dylan.

Of all the people Tyler knew, of all the possibilities he’d been considering, Dylan wasn’t even a consideration. Sure, Tyler sent a card to him, or rather to the whole family, since he was not sure if Dylan had moved out or not, for all the talking about his own place he’d been doing for years.

Tyler stared at the card for a few beats, mind running through the memories. Over the course of the show, they had been on (for as much as they could with Posey living with them) then off (Dylan returned from filming The First Time firmly attached to Britt), then on and off again through the years. When they left the final wrap party, Tyler firmly ignored the limbo that their relationship and friendship was in. They’d done everything they could to keep their communication between them, enough that the majority of their fellow cast members didn’t find it suspicious that they didn’t make an effort to be seen together.

Just before Tyler had left the party though, he found Dylan, and he pulled him away into a private corner. Emboldened by the few drinks he had that evening, he found the courage to ask what he’d wanted to for years.

“If there was a chance to make this work, would you?”

But Dylan got pulled away before he could answer. Not that Tyler could blame him for jumping at the chance to get away. For days after, he beat himself up for putting Dylan on the spot like that, for pushing the issue. He thought that Dylan simply didn’t remember that moment, because their texting and calls continued as they’d been before the wrap party only a few days later. Until Tyler opened the package.

Because there, right on top of the box that he didn’t dare open yet, was the note that changed everything.

I would. If you asked me to, if you wanted it to work, I would.

Finally, with noises starting to trickle in from the rest of the house around him, Tyler opened the gift box. There, in a setting fit for a piece of jewelry, was a single key under another card with an address that Tyler didn’t recognize. He turned it over, and found another handwritten note.

Door’s open anytime. Finally got a place. D.  

Tyler was still stunned in surprise when Tanner burst in the door to drag him out for opening the presents.

[ididntwannashipit]

He’s Batman

Teen Wolf RPF Hobrien, ~2k words, PG

When a magazine does a shoot on queer superheroes in the Berlanti ‘verse, Tyler steps up and finally comes out. He posts the behind the scenes shots on his Instagram and waits... and the one person he wants to hear from doesn’t say a word. Until he does.

Read on AO3!

[fullmoonficlet]

Check out the fanworks created for the latest prompt: CRUSH. Don't forget to express your appreciation by leaving a comment! Your work can now be posted anywhere you want. Also, our AO3 mod is now accepting submissions to our AO3 subcollection for this prompt. If you have any questions about submitting, please let fmficlet_mod know. Ficlets:

Little Monsters | on_the_ground | Stiles/Jackson | G | WARNINGS: None just a little crush | froggydarren | Dylan O/Tyler H | G | WARNINGS: n/a Fics:

Hey, Hey | ididntwannaship | Dylan O/Tyler H | PG-13 | WARNINGS: None

[smowkie]

All my blogs and some links, pinned for easier access on dashboard view and mobile:

blogs:

@smowkie - main/personal - where I follow/like/ask/reply from

fandom:

@winchestersheaven - multifandom, this is where I put everything fandom related I don't have a specific blog for (except music stuff, that goes on @smowkie, but I rarely blog about music)

@mcshepsjumper​ - Stargate, heavy on McShep and SGA

@hoechyeahsteelatom - Arrowverse

@barisiscourtroom - Barisi from Law & Order: SVU (also the other L&O shows and the Chicago shows)

@sterekshaven - Sterek and Hobrien

@inevitablehusbands - Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

@ravixmajor - Rajor from iZombie

@sterekdrabbles - I run this with @rieraclaelin, it's for anyone who likes Sterek and drabbles (100 words long ficlets), we post word-challenges three times a week, and once a month there's a theme week too. (We also have @sterekdrabblesgonelong for when the drabbles refuse to stay drabbles.)

other:

@lokemycat - my cat!

@promptsandgames - prompts and ask games

find me elsewhere:

ao3

letterboxd

discord: Smowkie

duolingo: Smowkie

steam: TantSmowkie

dreamwidth - inactive

pillowfort - inactive

[literaryoblivion]

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by @mad-madam-m​ and @paintedrecs​ like a month ago. Oops. 

As you can tell I need to Marie Kondo my WIP folder obviously....... I have a separate folder of other WIPs that are from a dropbox I had 10 years ago and I didn’t bother including those here since I never look at them anymore... *grimaces*

Actively Working On

Untamed Hockey AU

Student/Teacher Yizhan AU

Partially Written (On backburner but plan to finish)

Gamer AU Part 4

Gender Switch Tyler/Jamie (Sometimes I Feel Like a Woman)

Grad Student!Stiles/Professor!Derek Post Canon/Future Fic

Mechanic!Stiles/Businessman!Derek--Was a twitter fic that’s done, just need to clean it up to post

Military AU Auction fic (Sterek)

One Night Pancakes Continued

Parallel Universe Tyler/Jamie

Sterek Ocean H/C (Tumblr)

Idea/Started (and hope to write/finish)

Bennguin--Accidental Marriage, Deleted Scene

Coffeeshop AU- Sterek

Emy’s B-Day Fic (July 19) (Sterek)--oh geez clearly years too late on this bday gift

Florist!Victor/Officer!Yuuri

Bottom!Derek Continuation

Dean and Derek’s Bakery

Home-verse

Mannequin AU (Sterek)

Professional Cuddler!Jamie/Dallas Star!Tyler

Seguin/Benn Future Fic

Sterek Halloween Fic

Sterek Secret Santa--Steampunk (This is posted already, but I started an alternate, expanded version of the fic I posted)

Untamed-LQR as daycare leader

Zimbits Tumblr Fic

Zimbits-Senor Bunny POV

Idea/Started (and likely won’t write at this point)

00q Canon-divergent (Spectre) fic

Aggressive Cuddling and Making Out (Sterek)

Cabin in the Woods Sterek AU

Cockles for Nutellasexual

DCHE-Cat

Deaged Derek and Stiles

Dean is Ready

Dean/Cas Kid!Fic Idea

Ella Enchanted Sterek AU

Exercise YouTube AU (Sterek)

Hartwin Slow Dancing Ficlet

Hobrien Week Ficlet

Hobrien Set Visit Idea

London TST Premiere Hobrien

Maggie’s birthday fic (sterek)--I clearly should not plan to write birthday fics since I never finish them

Millionaire Stiles

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries Sterek AU

No longer BFFs

On the Blue Carpet

One Fine Day Sterek AU-For Qhuinn

PI!Stiles and Lydia (BB Idea)

Prince!Cas/Thief!Dean

Sassy Stiles Dancer Derek

Single Dad Derek Goes Back to College

Soulmate Rumspringa Idea

Sterek Soulmate AU w/ Deaf!Stiles

Sterek Tango AU

Sterek Week-Crayons

Sterek Bus Meeting

Stiles Leaves BH--sort of

SubDerek_Jennifer_StilesAfterCare

SuperWolf Crossover

SuperWolf, Demon!Dean and Demon!Stiles

Victuuri REAL WORLD AU-Angst

[barlowstreet]

Thanksgiving Sterek Fics

It’s the end of Thanksgiving, and you wanna read something to relax after a long day. Or you’re going to save this until November because you’re american. Or you’re ignoring me today entirely. Whatever, enjoy!

All kudos to Christinesficrecs‘s list here, Sterek Writers Network’s list here, and Sterek Hobrien Fics list here, all of which I’m totally ripping off because I don’t wanna reblog like six different posts in a row with the same things lol (I’m already running out of queue spots!). Plus some other stuff I like.

Don’t get used to this, I’m not doing it often.

I should have a picture, shouldn’t I?

There, pumpkins. That’s thanksgiving-y. That’s also a word now.

Stuff on AO3:

Thankful for You by crj - 800 words - Sweet little ficlet.

Friendsgiving by dragon_temeraire - 1k

Good Food, Good Meat by one_windiga - 1.3k - Short and very sweet.

One Day At A Time by Dexterous_Sinistrous - 1.6k - I kind of adore this idea. *frowns* I may be a bad person.

Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at Your Dad? M4M/F by 25postcards - 1.8k - Based on that craiglists post thing that I’ve probably reblogged.

This Thanksgiving by Leahalexis - 2k - Pining Derek yes.

November Pink by MissLouisa - 3.5k - More Corydia with background Sterek, but it gets you right in the feels

I’m Game (A Very Craigslist Thanksgiving) by dr_girlfriend - 3.6k

I Wait for You Like A Lonely House by bleep0bleep - 4.5k - More “fall/winter holidays”, but it has Thanksgiving, so it counts. And Derek is precious in this.

Vendsgiving by jsea - 5.5k

Early Bird Gets the Worm by Joosetta - 5.8k

Can’t Be Hateful, Gotta be Grateful by HalfFizzbin - 6k - A personal fave and my headcanon Stiles name.

Coming Home by Sheafrotherdon - 9.9k

Derek Hale’s No Bad Very Good Day by Venivincere - 11k - Derek getting nice things is super my weakness.

You Had One Job by Gia279 - 12k - Hilarious and heartwarming.

Not Quite the Bradys by tigerlady - 13k - My fave Thanksgiving fic. Love the Melissa POV and Scott and Melissa’s relationship is so sweet.

Cupboard Love by mklutz - 32k - Not all Thanksgiving, but it features, and it’s so sweet anyways. Also now I’m hungry.

Tumblr fics 

Untitled by thepsychicclam

The One With the Rumour/Untitled by stileshale (felicitysmock)

Seconds First by fantasticrex

Sterek Thanksgiving by tumblizr

Untitled by helenish - Another Craigslist prompt, we really like this one, lol.

Male 4 Thanksgiving by hales-republic - Another one! Why is every fic written for this prompt so good?

I didn’t come looking, but here you are by a namelesstraveler

Traditional Dinners by areiton

Untitled by pantstomatch

Potholes and Pumpkin Pie by anchorsandadderall

Turkey hotline tumblr fic by elisela - 1K

[eusuntgratie]

show me how much you missed me. + hobrien

[Hoech]: 12 hours

[D]: I can’t make it

[Hoech]: I’m not worth the wait?

[D]: you know you are

[Hoech]: good :)

[Hoech]: see you soon

[D]: just got off. I fuckin hate layovers

[Hoech]: soon baby

[D]: i’m so tired

[Hoech]: too tired?

[D]: never

[Hoech]: i miss you

[D]: soon!

[D]: getting in a cab

[D]: be there soon

[Hoech]: can’t wait

Dylan sends a silly selfie from the cab when it gets close, then a handful of minutes later he’s at Tyler’s door, feeling shaky from how bad he needs to feel him under his hands.

He’s barely lowering his hand from knocking and Tyler’s swinging the door open, a smile pulling at his lips.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey. I missed you.”

“Yeah?”

He nods.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

Tyler pulls him inside and swings the door shut in one swift motion. Dylan’s back hits the back of the door with a thud. Tyler’s hands are everywhere- in his hair, under his shirt, holding his face.

“I’ll show you,” he says, and sinks to his knees.

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[froggydarren]

False Pretenses

Hobrien, 1.6k, G, AO3 Written for the @fullmoonficlet prompt 276 - paint

Summary: Tyler is glad that he’s in town when the invite to Dylan’s housewarming party comes. Or at least he assumes that’s what “New house. Come over.” means. 

“Seriously?”

Dylan raises an eyebrow at Tyler’s unimpressed expression, but he doesn’t lower his hand. The roller her’s holding and the paint bucket by the blank wall are speaking for themselves.

“You said you needed help with a housewarming party,” Tyler says, the tone completely blank.

“Well, I can’t really have one if the house isn’t ready, can I?” Dylan challenges, waving the roller at Tyler.

“You had the house for a month,” Tyler says, not reaching to take it from Dylan. “I thought you had people for this.”

“What, because I’m a super Hollywood hotshot, and I have people for everything?”

“Well, don’t you?”

There’s a hint of a smile in Tyler’s tone and face now, a teasing edge that makes Dylan smirk back at him.

“Ah see, they’ve all been too busy getting me dressed and giving me sponge baths. I forgot to add painting and general household duties to their contracts,” he says. “Too many personal duties for them to attend to. Like when I don’t feel like my hands can handle the exertion…”

He moves his wrist in a jerking-off motion and then grins harder when Tyler’s cheeks turn crimson at the suggestive gesture.

“But why me?” Tyler asks instead of acknowledging what Dylan’s implying. Therein lies madness, he thinks.

“Because you’re about the only person who’s not gonna judge me for seeing the house in this state. Or for wanting to paint that wall—” Dylan waves across the room “—yellow.”

The room falls into utter silence where normally both of them would already be laughing, but Dylan is clearly too busy trying to get a read on Tyler’s face, and Tyler isn’t sure if Dylan’s joking or being completely serious. Both of them are an option, and Tyler lifts an eyebrow in question a few beats later, still unsure of how to take Dylan’s comment.

“Oh my god, your face!” Dylan doubles over in laughter. “I had you there for a moment, didn’t I?”

“Ass.”

“Dick.”

Tyler chuckles at the familiarity of that exchange, then crosses his arms and waits for Dylan to stop laughing.

“Now come on, help me paint. Please?” Dylan pleads. “I really kind of asked you because I knew no one else would. Besides Jules, but she’s back in Boston again.”

“Lucky her,” Tyler grumbles. “What if I can’t stay?”

“Wait, were you going to just show up at my housewarming and then immediately duck out?” Dylan says, looking offended.

Tyler splutters and immediately tries to defend himself.

“Well, no, obviously, but what if I couldn’t stay long? I would definitely stay as much as I could, but what if I had places to go…”

“So then you can stay a little bit and help?” Dylan questions, leaving very little space for a no.

“Fine,” Tyler gives in. Like he was even going to refuse.

“I knew you couldn’t resist my pretty face,” Dylan grins at him, and Tyler finally grabs the roller to avoid having to answer and saying something he can’t take back.

When they start painting, Tyler only spares a moment to think of the clothes he’s wearing — he did think he was coming to a party, after all — but then decides not to worry as they dip their rollers into the paint and start on the first wall.

It would go faster if there were more people, but they still make good progress, and the wall is soon covered in a fresh layer of white paint. Dylan brings out a couple of beers after, and they take a break on the plastic-covered sofa in the middle of the room. It squeaks under their weight and then makes noises that turn both of them into giggly teenagers for a while.

“Right, so, do you need to go?” Dylan asks when they stop moving.

“Nah,” Tyler says, then takes a swig of his beer. “I think we can get this done today,” he adds, glancing at the walls around them.

“You don’t have to, I can…” Dylan tells him, looking a little guilty. “I didn’t mean to lure you in under false pretenses.”

Tyler lifts an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, fine, I did. But you still don’t have to stay,” Dylan says. “Not if you’ve got better things to do.”

“I’m good. I can help.”

Another few beats of silence pass and Tyler keeps his gaze on the blank wall — he’d be quipping about watching paint dry, but there’s tension in the air like there hasn’t been between them in a long time. Then there’s a brush against his cheek, and he freezes before carefully turning to Dylan. As he does, Dylan’s finger brushes across his skin and it feels damp.

“You’ve got a little…” Dylan says weakly, then starts chuckling. “Well, a bigger smudge of paint than you had before you moved.”

Tyler frowns and swipes at his cheek with the back of his hand, then turns his glare at Dylan.

“At least it’s not yellow?” Dylan half-asks, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he clearly tries to hold back laughter.

Tyler moves with very deliberate and slow movements, Tyler puts down his half-empty bottle, gets up off the sofa, and heads for the paint. He keeps glancing back at Dylan, who hasn’t moved from the sofa.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Dylan says still smiling, as Tyler walks back to him, roller dripping paint all over the plastic on the floor.

“You wanna bet?” Tyler challenges, taking another step closer.

That’s what gets Dylan to put his own bottle down, and with a dexterity that catches Tyler off-guard, throws himself over the back of the sofa and ducks behind it, laughing.

“Oh, that’s how you’re gonna play it?” Tyler asks, smirking. “You think you’re faster than me?”

“I’ve had plenty of training,” Dylan says, backing away as Tyler moves to walk around the sofa.

“So did I,” Tyler tells him, and he moves faster.

“I’m younger than you,” Dylan taunts as he hops back over the sofa.

“You’re still going down.”

“You have to catch me first!”

Dylan’s laughing, but then Tyler jumps over the sofa too, takes two long strides to catch up with Dylan, and swipes out with the roller, catching the side of Dylan’s arm with it.

“Asshole!” Dylan yells, then ducks away and to the other roller. “This is war!”

“Oh bring it!” Tyler laughs and rushes as far away as he can while Dylan is grabbing the roller.

“Chicken! Come and fight me!” Dylan calls to him, armed with the other roller that he’s managed to dip into the paint again.

A few minutes later, there’s barely a spot in the room that’s not covered in drips of paint, and Tyler is sprawled on his back on the sofa, with Dylan on top of him, paint dripping from the roller onto Tyler’s shirt.

“Fine, fine, you win,” Tyler says, catching his breath. “This time.”

Dylan chuckles as he scrambles off, then Tyler watches him do a little victory dance, roller raised above his head.

“You’re getting paint on your hair,” Tyler tells him, slowly lifting himself off the sofa. “I mean, not that it makes that much of a difference anymore,” he adds as he walks closer, and reaches out.

Before he can stop himself, he brushes away a drop that’s running down Dylan’s forehead, and his fingers linger on the side of Dylan’s face.

“Oh,” Dylan says a few beats of silence later.

“I…”

“Oh, you idiot,” Dylan grins. “You could’ve said something.”

Tyler blushes and tries to duck his head, but then Dylan is there, fingers lifting Tyler’s chin up, and leaning in.

“Yeah?” Dylan asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Tyler breathes out, and then they’re kissing.

It’s sort and gentle like they’re both still trying to make sure that the other one is okay with it. And Tyler is so very much more than okay with his lips moving against Dylan’s, with the feeling of Dylan’s palm on his jaw, the other gripping and tugging on his paint-splattered shirt. He’s so very okay with his own fingers slowly slipping into the short hair above Dylan’s neck, his other hand on Dylan’s shoulder that’s so much more firm that he was used to it being.

He would also be very okay with them falling back on the sofa, with losing the layers of clothes that are keeping him from the heat that he can feel radiating off Dylan’s body, with…

Slow, he reminds himself, and he pulls away a little, catching his breath.

“Oh.” Dylan lets out when their lips part. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” Tyler says, afraid of what else he’d blurt out if he let himself speak.

“So, uh,” Dylan starts, pausing to meet Tyler’s eyes and then to look over the paint damage on both of them. “I think we both might need a shower. I’m sorry about your shirt.”

“No, you’re not,” Tyler replies, smiling, his cheeks still burning.

“You got all… pretty,” Dylan says, glancing at the shirt again.

“Are you saying I’m not anymore?” Tyler teases, surprising himself with his boldness.

But it feels like he can; like it’s allowed now. Like the way Dylan’s hand is still holding on tight to his shirt is a permission to do what he’s always wanted to, to not hold back on how much he wants to flirt with Dylan.

“I wouldn’t think you of all people would need to fish for compliments.” Dylan grins at him, and he looks so happy, so content that Tyler’s heart soars because Dylan’s looking like that at him.

“So, shower?”

It’s a deflection, a distraction from saying too much, too soon, but he says it knowing that maybe he won’t have to wait too long to tell Dylan everything.

“Come on,” Dylan moves his hand down, finds Tyler’s and links their fingers. “I’ll show you.”

And with the first step towards what he assumes is the bathroom, Tyler wonders if maybe it’s all going to happen faster than he is hoping for.

[fullmoonficlet]

Check out the fanworks created for the latest prompt: LOST. Don't forget to express your appreciation by leaving a comment! Your work can now be posted anywhere you want. Also, our AO3 mod is now accepting submissions to our AO3 subcollection for this prompt. If you have any questions about submitting, please let fmficlet_mod know. Ficlets:

Too Young for This Shit | on_the_ground | Stiles/Jackson | G | WARNINGS: None A Giant Step | ididntwannaship | Dylan O/Tyler H | PG-13 | WARNINGS: None No Blinding Light | froggydarren | Gen | G | WARNINGS: n/a Fics:

belly rubs and secrets | tryslora | Stiles/Derek | PG-13 | WARNINGS: None (see content notes)

[fullmoonficlet]

heck out the fanworks created for the latest prompt: CARS. Don't forget to express your appreciation by leaving a comment! Your work can now be posted anywhere you want. Also, our AO3 mod is now accepting submissions to our AO3 subcollection for this prompt. If you have any questions about submitting, please let fmficlet_mod know. Ficlets:

Close Your Eyes and Count to Ten | on_the_ground | Stiles/Jackson | G | WARNINGS: None Jeep vs Camaro | froggydarren | Derek/Stiles | PG | WARNINGS: n/a Fics:

they never did, but we could | ididntwannaship | Dylan O/Tyler H | PG-13 | WARNINGS: None

[froggydarren]

Jen’s 2018 writing roundup

So, it’s that time again - time to review things that I’ve done in the past year and how writing went.

I’ve provided some nice graphs (see above) of my wordcount stats, because I’m a nerd and I like spreadsheets and shiny graphs. So, here’s a little detail about those pretties.

Monthly totals (annually). I’ve been tracking my wordcount for the third year now and it’s finally starting to be interesting. Then again, this year’s been weird in terms of words. The first six months were a dreary desert of a writer’s block. Then I decided to try out 4thewords and...well, you see the wordcount spike from July onwards.

Running totals (annually). This shows even better that where I wasn’t sure I’d come anywhere close to my goal of 15/month (aka 180k/year), the second half of the year had me fly right past everything.

Daily wordcount graph. And this one shows it all best. I’ve had more zero days than words days between January and June, then… I don’t think I even had a zero day from July onwards. It’s been a ride.

Now, the words that pushed me over all my goals, had me win NaNo (and Camp in July) and got me to love writing again? They weren’t for fic I’d normally post. Or for anything I would post, overall. They were my words that I needed to get out (yes, fiction. No, not for the world to see) and they were a ton of fun to write. But because they were away from my usual writing, my AO3 postings don’t reflect those wordcounts and never will.

Words written: 307395

Posted to AO3: 100754

New fics started: 139

Fics posted to AO3: 45

The average length of fics posted to Ao3 is ~1.6k, though because I also posted updated to longer ongoing WIPs (thanks, wipweek), that might be a little skewed and I don’t really feel like going over the details. Probably skews a bit shorter, though not by that much.

Minus the Yuletide fic (which I completed and submitted on time, albeit by like, moments), I only wrote for two fandoms (Teen Wolf and Hobrien), which is likely to stay the case this year. I don’t particularly feel like diving into new fandoms and new worlds, so there’s that. With tumblr being in the state that it is, I’ve lost a lot of drive for things in the past month, but hopefully not to the same level as last year. Because that was a bleak 6 months that I do not want to repeat.

Anyway, here’s to 2019:

Writing more things that I enjoy writing

Sign up for fewer challenges (because they tend to trip me right into a block

Keep up with the Full Moon Ficlet entries (and get better at them)

Keep up my 4thewords streak to get my Angel Wings :D

Non-writing:

Look at where the Reversebang could have a new home, frustrating as the 2018 round was

Get more organized in life and home.

Don’t fall into the same hole as the start of 2018 was.

Keeping it simple and vague, because as with writing, my life goes wonky and bad when I put pressure on myself these days. Let’s hope 2019 is all about recovery and slow steps towards better.

If you’re still here and reading my self-indulgence: thank you. And here’s to the new year! *clinks glass*

[froggydarren]

just a little crush

Hobrien (Tyler/Dylan) || G || ~500w || AO3

Summary: All it takes is that first conversation. Just Dylan being Dylan. And it's not like Tyler's heart skips every time he sees him. It's nothing. And hey, they might never see each other again if the pilot bombs, right?

AN: Written for the Full Moon Ficlet challenge on Livejournal - prompt #250: crush Additionally - this is a prequel of sorts to a way longer upcoming fic that I'm working on. It'll be posted separately, and hopefully soon.

It’s pathetic, that’s what it is.

Tyler slumps further into the couch in his trailer, and thinks back on the script read he’s just come back from. He’s barely able to hold back the groan that is pushing his way from his chest, and he rubs his hands over his face in frustration.

He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t let his emotions rule his mind, not on set, not when he’s working. He’s a grown man, for fuck’s sake.

And yet, this kid… no, young man — fuck, Tyler needs to pay better attention to info sheets about his co-stars — has burrowed under his skin.

At least he’s legal, Tyler thinks, and cringes at himself immediately.

But he can’t stop thinking about Dylan, can’t push the image of his face out of his mind. It’s been going on since they first ran into each other during casting, from the moment that Dylan not only fanboyed over Tyler’s past movie credits but also launched right into baseball talk. It’s no secret to anyone who knows Tyler that it’s his weakness. With Dylan though, it’s more than that. It’s more than bonding over something they both love — though as much as Tyler likes the Mets, he knows it’s no match for Dylan’s love for them — it’s… just Dylan.

Tyler sighs when his mind, at the mere thought of Dylan, brings up images of his bright eyes, his lips, his fingers that seem to be in constant motion. He tries to remind himself that it’s the character Dylan’s gonna be playing, but it’s no use, because Tyler has noticed those mannerisms even when Dylan wasn’t on as Stiles.

It’s everything. And Tyler knows he’s pretty much fucked if the pilot gets picked up and goes into full production. Because as much as he doesn’t do this, doesn’t get swept away by someone, he isn’t sure that he’ll be able to prevent it if he’s around Dylan.

Not that he’ll ever be able to do anything about it. He’s bi, sure, but it’s not like anyone knows. If anything, even though he hasn’t brought it up to his manager or agent, they — and the industry that he’s been in long enough to know — have made it clear that it’s not in his interest to come out. He doesn’t know if Dylan’s anything but straight either, and it’s not a thing to just ask.

He groans this time, unable to hold it back any longer, and he rubs his face again, trying to shake off the frustration.

He can do this. If the pilot bombs, it’s unlikely that he’ll run into Dylan again for a long time. If it doesn’t, it’s not like there aren’t enough people to hang out with instead.

It’s nothing but a crush, Tyler thinks, refusing to dwell on how childish it sounds. I’ll deal.

[ididntwannashipit]

a quick introduction, of sorts...

So hey there, to the folks following and to the folks who may see this post...

I am a writer of stories, and a shipper of people. I am already a strong writer under other identities, despite the newness of this one. This is my space for RPF, which I’d prefer to keep separate from my other spaces.

I never thought I’d write or read RPF. Then I got lured in by reading some, and realizing that there’s amazing stuff out there. And I kinda shipped it. I have a few specific ones I’ve followed randomly, like Kradam from AI fandom. Then there’s Hobrien. OMG HOBRIEN.

I just want to make one thing clear, as my writing has started and I’m finally gonna post. I don’t have any rights to these dudes, nor do I believe that I’m writing the secret moments of their private lives. Both Tyler and Dylan are intensely private dudes, and I respect that.

I’m taking inspiration from what we do see, and I’m using my imagination to come up with things that could spring from that (the same way the real world inspires my original writing). I’m not offended by the fact that we’re not seeing them make kissy-face in public. I’m not horrified that Dylan’s with Britt. I’m just inspired by two guys who obviously adore each other, whether that’s romantic or not, and I wanna write romantic stories.

But anyway. My first story (tiny ficlet) should be posting at some point later today. You can trust me as a writer, even though you don’t know me yet. Hope you’ll enjoy your stay.