#innerdialogue

Love yourself, more.

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Does anyone know this fic?

Thank you everyone!! Hopefully one of these is the correct fic. 🤷🏻‍♀️

With Tears in My Eyes by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 55K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski never thought much about his relationship with Derek Hale. He didn't have to because Derek was always there for him. That is, until Braeden entered the picture. Derek seems happy, and Stiles takes comfort knowing that the broody werewolf is less broody.

Stiles, however, is hit full force by his feelings when Derek is injured at La Iglesia. He realizes then, that everything he has felt for Derek is more than what he originally thought. He struggles with coming to terms with them, and finally, with the advise of Scott, takes the first step to doing something about it.

With fear and hope guiding him, Stiles tries to tell Derek the truth. But nobody said love was going to be easy.

If you love him, let him go by ratonzita | 13.6K

Not that I have many completed works but my Ao3 is the same as my url.

you're such a sweetheart!!! also, i FOREVER credit you with inspiring me to write my lengthiest complete fic taste your beating heart bc YOU sent me the one word prompt "return" that started everything allllll the way back in 2012. we've been mutuals since all the way back in our suits days which is why, OF COURSE, i have to rec:

whatever suits you—a ficlet collection by innerdialogue (22/? | 12k+ | M) mike ross/harvey specter; ficlet collection

a series of marvey ficlets of varying length and theme.

with my personal favorite being (conveniently) chapter 1's "harvey, behave" which i reblogged back when you first posted it on tumblr. it's just SUCH a fun little AU where mike's a big fish drug dealer and harvey's his enforcer. so good!!! i also love chapter 11's "i'm doing my job" and chapter 12's "i was doing my job" redux 😊

“Dex … Dorian ... Dalton ... Drake ... Diego ... Dakota …Derek.”

“Micah … Maddox … Marlon … Mercer … Monroe … Morrison … Mieczyslaw.”

Stiles groaned and rubbed his forehead.  “What happened?”

“The simple answer is witchcraft.”

Stiles continued to rub his forehead as he cautiously sat up.  “And the names? They’re … they’re Derek’s names.  I remember them.”

“And I remember Stiles’,” Derek said.

“That was part of the spell,” Deaton said.

“What, to give me a migraine and make me wanna vomit?” Stiles said.  “Because it’s working.  I’ve got so much going on in my head right now.”

“It’s … it’s memories,” Derek said.

“Memories,” Stiles said.  “Wait.  Memories of us.  Of lives together.”

“Exactly,” Deaton said.  “I don’t think that was the witch’s intention, but that is what happened.  The spell morphed after it was cast.”

“It reacted to us,” Derek said.

“Again, morphed to give me a migraine?” Stiles asked.

Derek reached over and rested his hand against the back of Stiles’ head, gently pulling the pain away.  Even after he knew the pain was gone, Derek left his hand there, gently rubbing small circles in Stiles’ hair.

“Better?” Derek asked softly.

“Yeah,” Stiles said slowly.  “Better.”

“I imagine you two have quite a bit to talk about,” Deaton said.

When they were alone, Stiles turned to look at Derek.

me: how about being a complete loser and having no friends and spending all your free time in your room? me: nooo me: okay, so how about having friends and going to parties and having good time with others...? me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

reblogged from @capitangoosie