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the gang (inspired by turnipoddity's work.)
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the gang (inspired by turnipoddity's work.)
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Come on, Anders! On the bounce!
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nooo don't pull my panties to the side while i'm so so sleepy! no please don't feel how wet i am and then stroke yourself while you're pressed up against me! pleaseee no
Cause I’m too invested, I feel possessed
Am I crazy for wanting us to be mutually obsessed?
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Look me in the eye, say you need me to survive
Anything to make you mine, even if it's only one more night..
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“Sorry,” Stiles said, unsure of why he was apologizing. “I’ve never heard that song before. Did you write it?” Derek looked uncomfortable, maybe a touch embarrassed, which was answer enough. “It’s good. I like it. It’s calming.” The small smile he got in response melted his heart a little bit. Fucking hell, he was so gone for this asshole. Stiles didn’t know what he was going to do. He wished he’d never realized how much he loved him. Wished he’d just continued to think they were best friends and nothing more. It was slowly going to kill him being so close, and yet so fucking far. Clearing his throat, he brought the book back up to continue reading, muttering that Derek should keep playing. He did, his fingers plucking gently at the strings, filling the loft with soft music. It really was calming, and soothing. Stiles really liked it. He liked it even more when he realized Derek could honestly express himself with the guitar. It still wasn’t a voice, but it was something, at least.
Actions Speak Louder than Words (ch18) by @isthatbloodonhisshirt
This fic is what spurred me to start doing sterek fanart back in the beginning of december - magic!stiles, cursed!derek, stiles/jackson terrifying everyone else as friends - an incredible 430K story with a completely endearing slow-burn and slowly unfolding exploration of the characters and their relationship, made complete with the perfect bow of cursed-mute-Derek because 'Derek's eyebrows have a language of their own but only Stiles is fluent' is my favorite and this author does it SO well. And gives Derek a guitar. Derek plays a guitar!!
Ella, consider this my loveletter to your works - they all, this one in particular, buoyed me through a tough time in my life and brought me back to a love of drawing that I haven't had in years and a fandom that has been so generous in their support of my silly art. Thank you for sharing your works!
And a huge thank you to everyone's support so far - the sweet comments in replies, the unhinged all-caps tags, yes-and'ing my silly ideas and headcanons, i'm just over here kicking my feet and giggling and definitely not getting teary-eyed over it no siree no lacrimal action happening here
the big four in my style woooo wOoo
plus dr screwball and black cube of darkness (theyre fun to draw and i also like them okay)