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marvel_bang needs more artists for the few orphan stories left over. They're pretty open to what they'll take for art so if you're at all interested, head on over and scoop up what's left!
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oxoniensis) and will have fic recs in a little bit. It's just... werewolves and bonding and pack-ness... basically they've got all my weaknesses tied up in a pretty little show that I tried to stay away from. If they had've had werewolf brothers then I would've been doomed much earlier. Werewolves are my fave, yo. I think I've written a werewolf AU in every fandom I've ever written in. Honestly, I was completely eyeroll when I first heard about SPN so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
I'm even... writing fic.
marvel_bang needs more artists for the few orphan stories left over. They're pretty open to what they'll take for art so if you're at all interested, head on over and scoop up what's left!-> Okay, fine. I give up. I can't fight you anymore. I am officially incepted into this damn TW fandom where I even uploaded icons (by
oxoniensis) and will have fic recs in a little bit. It's just... werewolves and bonding and pack-ness... basically they've got all my weaknesses tied up in a pretty little show that I tried to stay away from. If they had've had werewolf brothers then I would've been doomed much earlier. Werewolves are my fave, yo. I think I've written a werewolf AU in every fandom I've ever written in. Honestly, I was completely eyeroll when I first heard about SPN so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I'm even... writing fic.
The jeep dies about five minutes away from Derek's house, which is a good twenty minute walk for Stiles through the slush with delusions of snow. It's the forest at night which isn't ideal, but Stiles knows if something came at him, Derek would probably hear his not at all girlish thanks Scott, shut your face, screams for help and come running.
In theory.
What Stiles isn't expecting is for Derek to be the thing that comes at him, barrelling out of the forest like a furry freight train and knocking Stiles on his ass.
"Um, ow," Stiles groans, rolling over. Derek has skidded to a halt a few feet away, bouncing on his toes and doing something that sounds like chuckling to himself but couldn't be because it's Derek who doesn't do any such thing.
"You need to be more aware-"
"Of my surroundings, yada, yada," Stiles interrupts, making a talky-talky hand in the direction Derek's voice came from. He can't see Derek, being flat on his back facing the sky like he is. The slush is seeping through his jeans and it's not pleasant. "I'm not one of your puppies."