“I’m still fucking mad Derek.”
I’m not saying that this isn’t something Stiles would indulge into in one fic or another, but in this case, he’s communicating his feelings emphatically to Derek. Not that anyone could tell.
Commas - the difference between addressing someone and engaging in some dub/con.
He must of been shifting (…)
Oh man, seriously?! I can’t read that. This is just the thing to make me hit the X and never look back.
Would you of kept reading it?
They have always used a condom which in Stile’s mind was really silly since he was a virgin and had been with no one else and Derek was a werewolf which meant no diseases so…it really made no sense to him.
115K of fic written like this. Why?!
Commas are your friends, people. Don’t even get me started on possessive genitive. Or unnecessary ellipses.
You know who else is your friend? Your friendly neighbourhood beta.
The times Stiles had to (Breast)feed the other member of his pack.
A fic summary. Like, it’s written and it’s out there.
And to think that I used to be squeamish about little incest…
There’s this fic in my head in which Stiles writes Mary Sue fanfic about Dean Winchester, Kate Argent gets drunk and sort of moves in to Stiles’ couch, and Derek is a cupcake delivery boy who doesn’t speak, but… IT. JUST. REFUSES. TO. BE. WRITTEN.
It’s not that he doesn’t like people, or sees himself as above everyone else, it’s just he doesn’t see why he’d waste his time with someone he has next to nothing in common with, or why he’d pursue a friendship or relationship with someone who doesn’t make his skin buzz with anticipation, frustration, someone who doesn’t enthrall him.
He’s picky; sue him.—
Possibly I like the Thrill of Under Me You, by Haynnes
I don’t often relate to fics in this way, but there you go, kids, a fic worthy of quoting for it resonates with me.
DA FUQ AM I LOOKING AT?!
This is a travesty.
Except for how I now think there should be a Sterek fic titled “Scents and Sensibility”… How is this my life?