It’s hectic, and I hardly sleep. I’m kind of depressed all the time, and yet, somehow, I feel content. I don’t know what it is. I’ve been neglecting my writing (I am so sorry, to any of you who read the shit I publish). Just, ugh, I don’t even know what it is.
I’ve thought about maybe seeing the therapist here at school, but I don’t know what I would tell her anyway. Oh, I just feel blah for no reason?
Just sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so boring. Or bored. Or that I wasn’t alone even though I am never alone. You know?
"I love you."
"I love you too Stiles."
Sterek AU: Derek meets Stiles through his job as deputy and they have the most boring lame relationship ever with flowers and coffee and meeting the parents and no werewolves and it’s wonderful.
"Are we flying?" Derek breathes out. He pets the walls, fingertips seeking wings, maybe the sizzle of magic.
"We’re in a elevator," Jen says, amused. "I can’t believe how high you are off of one pot brownie."
"An elevator," Derek says, and it makes sense. The door opens on his floor, he recognizes it. "Are you bringing me to Stiles?"
"Yeah," Jen says, and prods him forward until he’s stumbling down the hallway, towards their room.
Stiles. Good. Derek likes Stiles. Stiles will take care of him, won’t get mad at him. Maybe Stiles will even order him calzones if it’s not too late, or wings. Both, maybe.
"Oh boy," Stiles says, when they open the door. He’s sleep mussed and squinted eyed when Jen flips on the light. It’s a narrow dorm bed, but Derek doesn’t care when he stumbles forward, falls face down against Stiles’s side. Stiles’s fingers comb gently through his hair.
”Make sure he gets to his 8 AM,” Jen says. ”We have a presentation tomorrow.”
"You shouldn’t have brought him to that party if you wanted him up tomorrow," Stiles says, but he picks up his phone, sets an alarm,
"Calzoooooooooones," Derek intones, into Stiles’s thigh.
"See you tomorrow, loser," Jen says.
Derek blows a raspberry with his lips, muffled by the fabric of Stiles’s sleep pants, but she’s already gone, and Stiles goes rigid like he’s been shocked.
"Let me up," he says, but he’s already scrambling, dislodging Derek, knocking him against the wall. Derek watches him. The room is still kind of spinning, but Stiles is fascinating in the way he closes his eyes, scrubs his hand through his hair and after a deep breath, says more gently, "Bacon and cheddar?"
"Yeah," Derek says, and buries his face in Stiles’s pillow.
Tyler preparing himself for JR’s favorite curse word.
OMG THEY’RE JUST SO CUTE. LIKE KISS HIS FOREHEAD ALREADY.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
the tolkien fandom is very diverse and has many opinions but i think we can all agree that richard armitage as thorin oakenshield is a gift from the valar
I also suck at writing fanfic when I should be :p
I was extremely kissable today and do you know how many kisses I received??? ZERO