Over 1k, Fuck Yeah! My Prompt Word Is Sleep. Because Sleepy And Peaceful Sterek Is Very Important To

Over 1k, fuck yeah! My prompt word is sleep. Because sleepy and peaceful Sterek is very important to me.

“Sleep” for my 1k prompt event!

“Sleep bad,” Stiles insists, stumbling on his feet and clumsily yanking at his tie. “Sex good!”

“Sleep good, too,” Derek counters, shoving Stiles gently back onto the hotel bed and kneeling to strip his shoes, dress pants and socks off. Well, at least they’re on the same page about getting naked.

But when Stiles finally struggles out of his shirt and makes a grab for Derek’s boxers, he is rudely diverted by the covers being tugged up around him, and then Derek is tucking them both in.

“It’s been a long day,” he coaxes. “We’re both exhausted. It’s okay, let’s just sleep.”

Stiles pouts. “No-o, we can’t! I had plans! Was gonna be-” he has to break off to yawn. The sheets and puffy white mountains of comforter feel warm and nice… really nice, like… clouds or something… only, no. None of that! He forces his eyes back open, because he can almost feel Derek’s ‘I was right’ smirk. “Epic! It was - is going to be epic.”

“Hmm,” Derek says incredulously. “I don’t know about you, but I am not up for epic anything right now.”

Stiles sighs. “This is why they tell you to fuck beforehand, isn’t it?”

“Which we did,” Derek reminds him wryly, clicking the lights off.

“Well, yeah,” Stiles admits. “But I wouldn’t-” he muffles another yawn- “wouldn’t mind a second round.” He rubs up against Derek’s side, crotch first, and it’s supposed to be hot and sexy… but from Derek’s chuckle, it reads more as adorable, puppy-puddle cuddling.

“How about tomorrow before the brunch?” Derek offers. He noses into the side of Stiles’ neck, scenting him. God, Stiles loves it when he does that, the hint of instinctual possessiveness that he’s more often so careful to hide.

Not that Stiles doesn’t love that too, how he’s usually so thoughtful and thorough, like when he goes down on Stiles and seems to catalog each reaction for future use, looking up through his dark lashes to make eye contact as he does that one thing with his lips…

“Nooowww,” Stiles whines, wriggling against Derek’s thigh. “It’s bad luck if we don’t! You have werewolf stamina, you can do the work. I’ll just lay here and enjoy. We can put a pillow under my hips or something.”

“Ah yes, you make it sound so appealing,” Derek says, but he strokes Stiles’ side as if he’s considering.

“Haha, jokes on you,” Stiles says, letting his heavy eyelids droop closed as he enjoys the lazy contact. “Sex with me is always appealing. Or is bed death already setting in?”

“Don’t think a lack of passion is gonna be our problem,” Derek says into Stiles ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down Stiles spine even before he nips his earlobe. Stiles’ breath catches, and he turns into Derek’s mouth for a sloppy, awkwardly angled kiss.

And then, just as he’s getting into it, he’s manhandled onto his side and his back is snugged firmly against Derek’s tummy and chest.

“Sleep,” Derek insists again.

“Fine,” Stiles says, or tries to. It comes out as another huge yawn. His limbs feel pleasantly heavy from all the dancing, his head muzzy with the buzz from all the champagne toasts.

“Wake you up with a blowjob tomorrow,” Derek offers, sounding moments from dozing off himself.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighs happily, rubbing his face into the downy pillow. Sleep, actually, good after all. He threads his fingers through Derek’s to pull his arm tighter around his chest, and the last thing he notices as he sinks into dreams is the unfamiliar feeling of their new rings pressing into each other.

Thanks soo much for the advice. This is one of the things that I struggle with so much with commenting as a reader. I am a terrible writer, but unfortunately cannot read something without noticing little errors as I read - I even do it with published books as well.  I took your advice and have left a comment on the fic with all the things I loved about it, and found the author on Tumblr to let her know how much I liked it and to see if she was looking for a beta. 

So I need some advice. I recently made a New Years resolution to make an effort to comment more when I read things I like. The fic I am reading at the moment flows quite well, but there are some really obvious errors with missing words/names, and the grammar and overall sentence structure could do with some work simply to make reading easier. I love the fic but am not sure how to convey just how much while also giving constructive feedback. Thoughts??

This is really tricky territory and it’s really not easy to answer without knowing the author personally. 

Some writers would love to have missing words, grammar errors, and typos pointed out to them, and they’d appreciate hearing about it.  You might even get a shout out in an author’s note.

Other writers would internally cringe, externally thank you, and then crawl into a corner in the foetal position, rocking themselves and telling themselves over and over again what a terrible writer they are. 

It’s a spectrum. 

My advice would be to keep the public comments positive and ask, either in a comment or via a different form of communication (like a tumblr ask) if they’re looking for a beta. Do not mention the errors you’ve noticed, just leave it at “beta”. They’ll know what you mean. 

If they say no, then they’re probably fine with posting things the way they are and you saying something probably won’t change things. If they say yes, you get to fix all of the typos AND you get to read the fic before it’s even posted! Win-win!

Edited to add: I forgot to say that that’s an AWESOME resolution, and you are a hero for wanting to comment more :D

Five word prompts: "but did you do it?" Or "here's a glass of whatever" for sterek? there are so many good ones in that list omg.

[I went with ‘here’s a glass of whatever’]

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It wasn’tvery hard to get the address. Scott sent him many threateningmessages but he’s still a romantic at heart, and even though Derekdoubts it’s going to be easy,he can’t help but feel hopeful. Heshould have texted Stiles weeks ago but it was hard to understand hisfeelings, to overcome the fear of messing things up, ruining atentative friendship by following his heart.

Inthe end though, his heart wins. It just hurts too much staying away,only dreaming and hoping. He’s just tired of being alone.

–

Theshop smells like cake, coffee and Stiles.It’s overwhelming and Derek almost walks away but when he sees Stileslooking directly at him, eyes wide and mouth open, he realizes hedoesn’t want to leave.He wants to keep this, him,for as long as he can.

Hesits at the nearest table, hands shaking. He takes a deep breath andtries to calm himself. Don’t mess this up,he keeps thinking.

Whenhe looks up, Stiles is walking towards him, his face showing nothing.Yeah, this is not going to be easy.

“Hello.”Stiles says, perhaps a little too cheery. “How can I help youtoday?”

“Stiles–”

“Here’sthe menu.” Stiles keeps talking, dropping the paper on the table.Before Derek can even look down, Stiles is snatching it back. “So?Have you chosen?”

“Whatever.”Derek blurts out. “I don’t care, just – can we talk?” His handsare itching to take Stiles’, now that they’re here he’s desperate totouch, to hold and keep. He’s trying not to make a scene, though,he’s pretty sure if he dared to reach out Stiles would dump themilkshake he’s holding in one hand on his head. And even if Derekdoesn’t actually care about what people think of him, this is Stiles’work. He’s trying to apologize, not ruin Stiles’ life.

“I’llbe right back with your order.” Stiles turns around.

Dereklets out a breath. Yeah, this won’t be easy. At all.

–

Thecoffee shop is practically empty, save from Derek and two other girlssitting on the table across from him. They keep giggling andpretending they are not watching his every move. Derek rolls hiseyes, too busy watching Stiles discuss something with his co-worker to pay attention to them.

Whenhe finally walks towards Derek again, Derek sits straighter. “Hey.”He goes for a smile. “Can we –”

“Here’sa glass of whatever.” Stiles says, placing the glass on the table,it shakes and spills water everywhere. “And your ‘I don’t care’cake.” Derek closes his eyes. Fuck, why Stiles has to make thingsso impossible. “MayI offer you our special of the day? It’s called 'fuck you'”.Stiles’ co-worker gasps and the girls from the next table stopgiggling immediately. “I hope you enjoy your cake, sir.” Hesays. “And never come back, thank you.” He fakes a smile andturns around again.

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I’m not really sure what I’m doing but I really like the ficlets you write and love reading anything that’s about Stiles being underestimated by another pack or at a convention and then being a complete bamf so idk if I did this right but could you maybe do something like that pretty please?

Don’t mess with the emissaries.

That was rule number one of these conventions, drilled into Phoebe’s head since the first year she attended: do not mess with another pack’s emissary.

Apparently not all packs received the same annual lecture and accompanying etiquette quiz.

Question #1: What do you never mess with while at the convention?

A. Another pack’s emissary

There was no option B.

There was no need for an option B, because the only person who would ever, in their wildest dreams, choose anything other than A was looking for an all out pack war, and no sane person went looking for those.

Also it was against convention rules and it was one of the few ways to never be invited back, which cut that pack off from a lot of valuable networking opportunities. Being blacklisted by the convention was a surefire way to never get any allies anywhere, because news traveled fast in the supernatural community. 

Really fast.

Anything that happened at the convention was known from coast to coast by midnight, internationally by sunrise, depending on time zones. Literally anything.

Hotels weren’t properly soundproofed by any means, so every argument, hookup, standoff, and blowout were on display for anyone within supernatural earshot–and everyone else was filled in over the waffle bar the next morning. Werewolves were a gossipy bunch; it wasn’t their finest trait.

So naturally, when a commotion started brewing in one of the conference rooms across the lobby, everyone rushed to get a firsthand view, and Phoebe was no exception.

She wasn’t proud of it, but secondhand accounts were notoriously unreliable, and honestly, the convention was boring. She hated networking, the hotel food was bland, and her alpha had strictly forbid the attending pack members from ordering any movies. She was a little desperate for entertainment.

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JESUS TEA

So it’s Flu Season again, and this recipe for Tea To Fix What Ails You was given to me by a Christian friend, and I’ve taken to calling it JESUS TEA due to it’s miraculous properties.  Even though it, technically, contains no tea.  This tea is as caffinie-free as anything processed in a US plant can get, but be sure to check the provenance and all ingredients in case of allergies.

You will Need:

A Bigass Pot, becuase this is something you make in large quantities

working stovetop

those lil cloth sachets you use for wassail/empty teabags/those lil reuseable loose-leaf tea steepers.

Recipe:

about a quart of water

1 cup apple cider

about half a lemon’s worth of juice

a shitwhack of honey- try to get as local as possible and generally the less-processed the better if you want to build a resistance to local allergens. If you have allergy concerns or don’t like the taste of honey, go ahead and use more processed stuff/another sweetener instead.

three tablespoons/three bags chamomile tea

three tablespoons/three bags rooibos tea

teaspoon crushed cloves

1 cinnamon stick (more if you like it spicier)

¼ tsp nutmeg

1/8 tsp cayenne or white pepper

Bring water to a simmer in the pot.  Add the chamomile, rooibos and spices to steep about 4-5 minutes or longer if you like tea-flavored tar which given you have the flu you probably do.  Add Cider, Lemon Juice and Honey until dissolved.  Drink all of this in the course of an hour to stay hydrated, make more pots as needed or until you pass out. 

FOR MAXIMUM EFFECTIVENESS: gargle warm salt water first for as long as you can, it’ll break up the mucus in your throat and soothe the soreness.

This is absolutely gorgeous. And I am in love with the digital deer!

part ½ of a commission i did a few weeks ago for the dear @timetospy in the spirit of ongoing 007 july fest! it was a pleasure working for you, darling, and you were an angel when dealing with my late schedule <3

the digital-deer pattern is custom made for @timetospy so while you can buy it printed on stuff in my rb&s6 - please don’t use it without asking her first!

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