Tyler Hoechlin on fanfiction.
Tyler Hoechlin on fanfiction.
"I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters."
A novel by me
Oh my God, anon, I am so sorry. I finished this weeks ago (months? I know it was well before my surgery) and forgot to post it. I hope you’re still in the fandom!
(Contains: Bullying. Physical altercations. Mention of panic attacks. Little kids being dicks to each other, as they do.)
Stiles loved school, okay? Jackson insisted it wasn’t real school, but Stiles knew better. School was where you went during the day while your parents were at work, and teachers gave you things to do, and you learned stuff, and you made pictures to hang on the refrigerator at home. Stiles definitely went to school.
Jackson was probably just being annoying on purpose anyway, because it was called Little Dumplings Pre-School. It was right there in the name.
And Stiles looked forward to going there every day, because there was always lots of fun stuff to do, and a playground with a swingset and a sandbox, and Miss Blake didn’t get mad at him when he got the fidgets. And he got to spend all day with Scott.
Scott was Stiles’ best friend at school, and also his best friend outside of school, because their parents were friends, too. Scott and Stiles had sleepovers and everything, even though they were only four years old. No one else in their class had had a sleepover yet. Stiles liked to brag about it.
Even if they weren’t mature enough for sleepovers yet, everyone else in class had a best friend, too. Jackson had Danny, Lydia had Allison. Boyd and Erica and Isaac were all best friends together, which was unconventional, but who was Stiles to judge.
They spent their days playing games Miss Blake taught them, and taking naps on their squishy mats, and learning how to write their names and how to count things. Sometimes they argued over toys until Miss Blake reminded them they had to share, and sometimes someone (Jackson) cried over who got a bigger cookie at snack time, but for the most part, they all got along. It was very peaceful and fun.
Until Derek Hale showed up.
Sam’s hair getting out of control.
I commissioned the amazing Kamidiox to do this SamDean artwork. I gave her the story/most of the dialogue (all centered around the hand gestures and “All those things are down here, and I love you like this.”) and a description of what I would draw if I could draw. She took my ideas and ran with it, and made it 100 times better than I hoped.
For more of her amazing work, go here. [x]
This is what my husband and I purchased at the grocery store the other day.
We don’t have kids.
We are adults. We pay bills.
And drink water from a whale.
Fanfiction = My Life
Very, very rarely. But I do. Sometimes. Maybe.
i write in fact i’m writing one now.
Fanfiction has an app
I have the fanfiction app.
THIS IS THE CUTEST MOST HEARTBREAKING THING IVE SEEN
I want mid-season 9 !!!
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