#I meant to plop this on my patreon but fuck it I want some notes

[transformersweatpants]

tysm for the art of nod and pete!

nod 🤝 riz

backpack buddies 💕

recovery can look like replacing all the drugs in your backpack with a supernatural entity that embodies the chaos and joy of the subconscious

#I meant to plop this on my patreon but fuck it I want some notes #ally beardsley #dimension 20 #dimension 20: the unsleeping city #dimension 20 the unsleeping city #tuc #the unsleeping city #the unsleeping city chapter two #nod #dimension 20 nod #Pete the plug #pete conlan

[docholligay]

Series Finale

Another release from the patreon vault: My rarely-publicly-published Au of Mystery and Shadow, my “good end” AU--this is a special piece I wrote for Jet to commemorate her finishing the anime! almost 3,00 words.

Mina put the pizzas down on the ottoman, placing some paper plates next to it. “Domino’s finest!” She walked toward the kitchen. “Hey buddy, you need a beer?”

“Love one.” Haruka called from the couch, tucking her legs under the soft blanket. “Thanks. Kimi did NOT want to go down tonight, I’m not sure what her deal was.”

“Well, you know how children are,” Michiru set down her glass and passed the champagne bottle over to Haruka, “they have a miraculous sense of whenever their parents would like to do something.”  Haruka twisted the bottle open and passed it back to her. “Thank you, my love. Rei?” She carefully poured into the glass set on the end table, “May I offer you a glass?”

“I’m taken care of.” She patted the box of Franzia next to her.

“Of course you are, I’m foolish to have asked.” Michiru tossed her hair, her voice teasing, and settled in next to Haruka on the couch.

There was a time when Rei would have blushed, and tried to imitate Michiru’s fineness, but, as it was, she grinned. “Just pass me some of those breadsticks.”

Haruka tossed the box over to her as Mina reentered the room, beers in hand. She handed one off to Haruka and plopped in the oversized beanbag next to Rei.

“I’m fascinated to see their take on this. I haven’t been watching since the turned me into an Usagi knockoff. Blonde isn’t a personality type, people.” She took a chug. “Also, why the fuck did we all have a crush on your gay ass?” She shook her head at Haruka. “Also, we were young, not idiots, I think Usagi was the only one who mistook you for a dude at first. And for like, 20 minutes tops.”

Haruka draped her arm around Michiru, who snuggled into her shoulder. “So you did watch the third season.”

“Just enough to see what they did with you. Heartthrob my ass.”

Michiru gave a careless shrug. “I never watched any of it. I never imagined it would tell the story fairly. Though,” she smiled up at Haruka, “it is true that your handsomeness is without measure.”

“AT LEAST THEY DIDN’T MAKE YOU STRAIGHT.” Rei shouted across the room.

Mina rolled her eyes. “Speaking of incapacitatingly homosexual…”

Michiru put a finger to her lips. “My children are sleeping.”

Rei reiterated in a harsh stage whisper. “At least they didn’t make you straight.”

Mina drew her arm around Rei. “Honey, you are not the only one this happened to. Like...maybe all of us. Except those two.”

“Me! With men!”

“Well you know what they say, “ she smiled, “Men are from Mars--”

“No men are not from Mars no men on Mars ever Mars hates men Mars is women’s space only Mars--”

“Rei.” Michiru called over to her. “We’re all very aware of the...she weakly waved her hand in the air, “lack of historicity involved in this production.”

“Mina, did you see the cathedral episode? They had Usagi trying to convince me not to shoot myself.” Haruka chuckled.

“Oh, did you punch her in her fucking face like you did me, or is that not a magical friendship moment?” Mina shot back.

“Oh, like you didn’t punch me in the face as soon as I got better. And no.”

“You had it coming, buddy.”

“I really did.”

“Ladies.” Michiru steeled her voice just a hair. “If we don’t start catching up, we’ll miss the finale, you know.”

Rei pressed play.

__

“THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED.” Rei sat bolt-upright, which was an impressive feat in a beanbag, such was the quality of her rage.

Mina chuckled. “I didn’t really think they were gonna use my parting words of ‘earn it, assholes’ on a kid’s show.” She took a drink of her beer. “Usagi literally did cry this much though.”

Rei ignored hend continued her rant. “Where’s the battle we had with Galaxia? Where’s Mina crossing swords with her?”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Where’s my sword at all, is the real question here.”

“WE DIDN’T JUST JUMP IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING STARLIGHTS.” Rei was practically out of the beanbag now, near levitating with anger. “We fought to protect everyone, Galaxia STRUGGLED WITH US.”

“I hardly think they would be willing to express the brutality of what actually happened in a children's cartoon, Rei.” Michiru tried to reassure her. “If they even know. We are a fiction, a story, to everyone in this world except ourselves, and so they may bend it however they like, without worry of being ahistorical. I assure you, it isn’t personal.”

“Also,” Mina playfully kissed her cheek. “Shut the fuck up. You get a loving exit, I get to say,” she affected a high and mocking voice. “I have to protect important people!” she fell back into her normal range. “What kind of shitpot strategy was that? I KNOW how I fight, why would I trust it to people who’ve clearly lost before? The whole thing makes no sense.”

Rei seethed. “That’s not how it happened.”

“I was about that shocked?” Haruka tried, helpfully. “Being dissolved hurt about that bad?”

Rei looked down at her large watch. “I think I lasted longer than that.”

“That’s what they all say.” MIna playfully poked at Rei.

Rei’s face twisted up in a scowl. “That’s not what I meant, Mina!”

MIna lay on top of her. “Oh, I know that.”

“Hey!” But she laughed playfully. “Mina, I can’t see the TV.”

“Oh, you can hardly see the TV anyway, and it’s just the long legged senshi disco.” She straddled Rei. ‘I, GALAXIA, WILL GIVE YOU A GREATER CHALLENGE.” They tussled on the beanbag in their teasing, loving way.

“Ruka,” Michiru brushed back Haruka’s hair. “Are you going to be all right?”

Haruka looked at her softly.  “Yeah, I’m fine, Michi, why?”

“The next episode treads into...tender territory for you, I know.”

“Oh.” Her face fell a bit. “I forgot.” She took a deep breath. “I mean, I made peace with it, we did what we did because we thought we had to. We did have to, I guess. I don’t know. I tried my best. It was all I could think of.” She snuggled in a little closer to Michiru. “I asked for forgiveness. She forgave me, I think, somehow.” She gave a weak laugh. “I guess.”

“You don’t have to watch, Haruka.”

“I know. I’m okay.”

__

Even Rei was quiet. She wanted to argue about the unfairness of the four of them getting some kind of battle, of their struggle being made known while hers was hidden and made into another person’s moment, and yet, watching Haruka and Michiru look quietly at the screen, while the girl was meant to be Hotaru (They called her Chiyoko, and her hair was too long, but that was the least of everyone’s problems.) faded away, without a word.

Rei had not been there, and so she did not know except by rumor, but it couldn’t have been like this, a perfect emotionally convenient peace. Hotaru had been confused, and hurt, and angry, and she had continued to be so for many, many, years.

Haruka and Michiru held each other quietly, bearing witness to the terrible honesty of what they had done. Of course that was the part they got right.

Children had a gift for many things, and timing would always be chief among them, as the girls heard the small patter of a child heading down the stairs.

“Mama? Papa?” MA crept into the living room. “Can I have some juice?”

She looked so little there, standing in the light of the foyer, the light behind her casting a shadow across her face. Michiru and Haruka sat still for a moment, trapped in the space between their past and their present, where demons, however captured, still called from the basement.

Michiru was the first to move, noting her daughter’s confused expression. “Sweetheart, we don’t often have juice after we go to bed, you know.” She walked toward her, extending her hand, “But I’m certain we can find something acceptable to both of us, can’t we?”

“Uh huh.” She nodded and took Michiru’s hand in hers, as they walked toward the kitchen together.

It was only when they disappeared from the kitchen that Haruka seemed to regain herself, and wiped at her face for a moment before pulling over her chair and following them into the kitchen.

“I think a cheese stick and a glass of water is an excellent compromise, my darling.” Michiru was knelt at MA’s level. “Much less sugar and twice as delicious.” She handed MA a cheese stick. “Now, let’s go back up to bed. I’ll tuck you back in.”

They turned, and nearly ran into Haruka, who reached out and stroked MA’s hair sadly.

“You know Papa would never, ever kill you, right, honeybee?”

MA looked up into Haruka’s tear-filled eyes, confused. “Yes?” Her tone suggested she had never considered something otherwise until Haruka had asked the question. Her eyes became her mother’s for a moment as she patterned out Haruka’s emotions. “Papa are you okay?”

Haruka nodded and tried to collect herself. “The show we’re watching made me sad. It’s okay.”

“Like when Mufasa dies.” MA nodded sagely.

“Like when Mufasa dies.”

She reached out and patted Haruka’s knee reassuringly. “It’s just a story, Papa.”

“I know.” Haruka leaned forward and gathered MA into her lap, hugging her tightly.  “When you’re older sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.” She kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, baby, you go on to bed.”

She slid off Haruka’s lap and took Michiru’s hand to go upstairs, Michiru reassuringly running her hand over Haruka’s shoulders as she passed.

Haruka wheeled back into the living room and sighed heavily, letting herself coast toward the couch. She paused for a moment, lost in her own thoughts, trying to pick them apart the way she’d been taught in therapy, trying to give herself the love and forgiveness she afforded Michiru.

She felt a gentle rub on her back and looked up to see Mina standing by her side. “Your kid definitely has your sense of the dramatic moment, Haruka.”

Haruka gave a chuckle. “I guess she does.” She closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath in, and slowly let it out. “I’m doing alright.” She nodded. “I’m not the worst thing I’ve ever done.” She set the brake on her chair and transferred herself to the couch, flopping back on it dramatically.

There was a beat. “Buddy, that’s not the worst thing you’ve ever done. Remember when you bought that pink and yellow sweater?”

Haruka laughed.

__

The sound of her hand connecting with Usagi’s cheek rang across the den as Michiru poured herself a cocktail in the dining room.

“You slapped Usagi?” Rei’s eyes were fierce, even with their slight cloudiness.

Haruka held her hands up in the air. ‘Ten years ago! To save the world!”

Mina took a drink of her beer. “Should have said they made it up. You’re in for it now.”

Haruka held out her hands to Rei, as if to appease her. “I didn’t know how else to make her believe it! It wasn’t my first choice, Rei!”

She set down her glass of wine. “You slapped Usagi! I AM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS.”

Haruka pointed aggressively to the screen. “LOOK I’M BEATING UP SEIYA NOW LET’S WATCH THAT IT’S GRE--”

Whether it was the irritation of her misrepresentation, the fact that Haruka had slapped Usagi ten years ago, the idea that it even had to get that far, the bottle of wine in her stomach, or all four things, Rei Hino was no longer having any of Haruka’s excuses, and voiced her disapproval of past Haruka’s choices being presently animated on the TV screen by leaping on top of her and reaching for her neck.

Haruka held her tight in a hug, her arms pinned to her sides. “You know I, um, I have a lot more upper body strength than you? I literally spend my whole day--OW!” She jumped as Rei dug her teeth in Haruka’s shoulder. “GODDAMN!”

Rei whirled like a crocodile and dumped them both onto the floor, Haruka still holding her close.

“Rei, it's not really winning if you beat up a cripple.”  Mina called over her shoulder.

“MINA YOU’RE NOT HELPING.” Haruka struggled to keep Rei pinned against her.

“Wasn’t trying to.”

“REI IT WAS TEN YEARS AGO.” Haruka tried to flip Rei onto her back, but she sprang off her back foot and fell back on top off Haruka.

“YOU’VE NEVER BEEN HELD RESPONSIBLE.”

Michiru strolled back into the living room, drink in hand. “If either of you wake the children, you’ll be responsible for lulling them back to sleep, I hope you know.”

“Michiru, help!” Haruka struggled against Rei.

Michiru sat at the end of the couch. “Is there not some statute of limitations in play, given that Haruka did die for the cause, after it all, and also given that she still bears the scars of her devotion to her princess.”

“No!” Rei growled, still squirming.

“Well, I tried.” She sipped her cocktail.

“MICHIRU.” Haruka looked at her, wide-eyed.

Rei went limp in her grasp, suddenly. “Okay. You win. I give up. You’re right, this is childish.”

“Thank you.” Haruka released her and relaxed against the hardwood.

She was taking a cleansing breath when there was a sharp smack across her face. “OW! Fuck, Rei.”

“I WAS ONLY PRETENDING YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT WELL.” She stood up, hands on her hips, satisfied.

Haruka closed her eyes and laid back on the floor. “I’m too old for this.”

Rei marched back over to the beanbag and sat next to Mina. “Justice is finally served.”

Mina nodded. “Good job, fireball, you sure showed animated Haruka.”

Michiru set down her cocktail. “Haruka, do you need some assistance?”

“Naw.” She rolled onto her side. “I got it.” Her eyes caught the TV screen, where she and Michiru lay fading from life, and she gave a soft frown. She had heard you couldn’t remember pain, not really, but there was something about watching it happen in front of her, more graceful than she remembered it being, less like a thousand tiny pieces of her blinking and dying each second, the pin-prick holes in her body flowing with pain.

Michiru sat next to her, and slipped her hand into Haruka’s. Their eyes met, expressing what might have been a hundred comforting words.

At least, it might have been if Rei hadn’t have checked her watch and immediately started screaming about how Michiru and Haruka got more time to die than she did and this was ridiculous and unfair and unnecessary.

__

“Did any of this even happen? Asking for a friend.” Mina snacked on a last bite of cold pizza, Rei’s head on her shoulder, drunkenly half-snoozing.

Haruka stretched back against the arm of the couch. “I don’t know, we were all dead at the time.”

“Lucky us, this is garbage.” She shook her head. “This is how Galaxia should have destroyed planets, if I have to listen to these nerds whine about their goddamn planet one more time I’ll kill myself, Galaxia doesn’t even have to do anything.”

“I feel kinda bad for them, is that weird?”

Michiru’s eyebrow raised. “I know you and Seiya have made peace after all these years, but yes, I say that comes as a shock.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Haruka motioned toward the pizza and looked at Mina pitifully, who edged the box toward her, trying not to disturb Rei. “I think they were still whiny and annoying and pathetic.” Michiru leaned forward and handed her the pizza box, which she accepted gratefully. “But I mean...they had some more going on than Seiya’s crush on Usagi. I don’t remember it being like...everything?”

Michiru smiled and teasingly ruffled Haruka’s hair. “Perhaps because mainly you spent your time concerned she had a crush on me.”

Mina extended her hand to the TV in disbelief. “Oh, we just had to tell Sailor Moon to believe in herself, why didn’t I think of that! Classic tactical mistake.”

Rei stirred. “What’d I miss?”

“Fucking nothing, let me tell you what.”

__

A commercial for potato chips was on-screen, happily singing about crunching and flavor.

Mina sat up from her beanbag nest. “I can’t believe it’s been ten fucking years. And eight since, you know,” she gestured broadly to the three of them, “everyone but me got hurt.” There was a small note of guilt and hurt in her voice, the way there always was when she spoke of it, and Rei touched her shoulder lovingly.

“Usagi didn’t get hurt. Because of you. So, we did what we were supposed to.” Her voice took on that tender tone it rarely took on in public, the one that reassured Mina in the dark.

Mina nodded half heartedly. “I guess.” Rei kissed Mina softly, and drew her close.

“Rei. Mina.” Michiru motioned to them. “Come sit over here, with us.”

They looked at each other, and smiled, linking arms as they made their way over to the couch.

“C’mon.” Haruka scooted herself over as much as she could. “We started this together, and we’ll finish it together.”  

They shared a look as the commercial began to dim, the colors fading from the screen, a sense of possibility and memory filling the room, the people they were and could have been like ghosts.

“Are you ready?” Haruka asked no one in particular.

“Ready.” Mina nodded.

The four of them snuggled together on the couch, and heard the music come up for the last time.

Makenai.  

#a holligay joint

[redhoodedwolf]

less-than three

HERE HAVE A RANDOM SPONTANEOUS VALENTINES DAY FIC???

I was reminiscing with my roommate yesterday over the tumblr boyfriend I had like five years ago, fondly remembering how we’d message each other and hating how we didn’t have a chat feature back then but i digress

anyway I decided to put Derek and Stiles into an online/long distance relationship so have some fluff :D

d-hale: Hey.

star-wolves: Hey! How was your day?

d-hale: Pretty good all things considered. Been a long week.

d-hale: and you? How was class?

star-wolves: ugh, class was class. almost skewered myself on a lacrosse stick AGAIN

d-hale: ???

d-hale: I won’t ask.

star-wolves: But don’t you care about my well being??! DEREK RUDE

d-hale: of course I do

d-hale: But that’s the fifth time you’ve typed those words out to me, which is why I don’t need to ask. 

star-wolves: aw sweet

d-hale: am not

d-hale: change the subject

star-wolves: fiiiiine. You’re working on a new project, right? You patreon update was subtle at best but it’s the new client you talked about yesterday right??

d-hale: Yes. I’m almost done, but it’s been eating up a lot of my time.

d-hale: sorry about that

star-wolves: HEY NO work is totally important don’t ever apologize for puttin bacon on the table

star-wolves: As long as you’re not working yourself too hard I have no complaints. 

d-hale: I’m fine.

star-wolves: now is that an actual ‘I’m fine’ or a ‘Stiles can’t know I’m actually screaming inside so I’ll say I’m fine’ I’m fine

d-hale: your brain will always amaze me for how it works in such different ways

d-hale: But I do mean it. I’m actually enjoying this one, the client is easy to work with it’s just taking time I wish I could do other things with.

star-wolves: like what ;) ;) ;)

d-hale: Charming.

star-wolves: DON’T DENY ME

d-hale: Never.

star-wolves: DEREK YOU TAKE THAT SASS AND PUT IT IN YOUR POCKET

d-hale: I’m wearing pocket-less sweatpants what now

d-hale: and that was not an invitation to imagine me in sweatpants

star-wolves: you take out all the fun

star-wolves: ANYWAY SUBJECT CHANGE but can you believe it’s almost been a year of us chatting already? 

d-hale: Oh yeah. Valentines right?

star-wolves: Mhmm. I complimented your photographs and you couldn’t wait to meet the man who would lay down such respect upon you.

d-hale: I sent you ‘thanks’

star-wolves: UM NO I distinctly remember it was “Thank you very much for your compliments. I’m new here so it’s good to see people appreciating my photos.”

d-hale: and then you sent me back a thesis-long ‘you’re welcome’ 

star-wolves: hey if it wasn’t for that thesis you would have left it at that thank you so 

d-hale: You’re right. I’m lucky.

star-wolves: I just made a really embarrassing noise. You’re lucky no one is here with me.

d-hale: You’re not at home?

star-wolves: Library. Had to snag a couple books for an essay

d-hale: You should do your work instead of talking to me.

star-wolves: nooooooo I can do both! 

d-hale: What’s the essay for?

star-wolves: ...AP English.

d-hale: And isn’t that the class you’re struggling most with right now? 

star-wolves: STOP BEING LOGICAL I WANT TO TALK TO MY BOYFRIEND

d-hale: And we can talk. After you get work done. I should take a break for dinner anyway it’s already past eight

star-wolves: You need to eat! Go! 

d-hale: And you need to write that essay. I’ll message you in an hour, see where you’re at, and then we’ll decide if there’s enough time for a skype call.

star-wolves: Deal. Talk to you soon!

d-hale: Bye

“Stiles! There’s a package for you!” Sheriff Stilinski called as he stepped into the house at 6:17 AM on the dot, a USPS box in hand.

Stiles bound down the stairs in nothing but a hastily thrown-on pair of sweatpants, rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He furrowed his brow in confusion. “You just found it on the porch? I checked last night when I got in and didn’t see anything.”

His father shrugged as he wiggled his jacket off of his shoulders. “Maybe it was a late delivery. I’m headin’ to bed, kid. Have a good day at school.”

Stiles gave his dad a soft smile. “’Kay. Sleep well. Eat when you get up!” 

His father waved a hand over his head as he ascended the steps languidly, obviously exhausted from a double overnight shift. 

Stiles draped his towel over his bare shoulders and eyeballed the box his father had left on the kitchen counter as he pulled open the junk drawer and rooted about for a moment to find the good, sharp scissors. He hip-checked the drawer closed and then approached the box.

The package was addressed to him, nothing suspicious on the outgoing address. His gaze shifted up to the left on the label and his heart jumped into his throat. He muffled his surprised noise with his wrist, narrowly missing stabbing himself in the forehead with the scissors. 

Stiles snapped a photo of the box and sent it to Derek with a text box full of question marks.

He didn’t waste any time and quickly sliced the box open and set the scissors aside to pry away the stubbornly clinging tape. Once he got the cardboard flaps open he noted the folded up sheet of notebook paper settled on top of some red tissue paper. 

Stiles grabbed the the note first and unfurled it, though he was itching to pry back the tissue paper and see what Derek sent him. 

Stiles,

I’m glad you reminded me earlier this week, so I was able to send this to you right on time. First off, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Stiles’ eyes widened. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and double checked the date. Sure enough, February 14th flashed up at him underneath the glaringly early hour of 6:21 AM. 

Stiles only had twenty minutes before he had to head to school for morning practice, but even the threat of Coach’s shouting and Jackson’s berating couldn’t get him to leave this spot. 

It’s now officially been a year since we started talking. Thank you, by the way, for not giving up on me. At first, you were just an encouraging voice from a dumb blogging website, but because of your support I am happy with what I’m doing now.

Of course, I’m also thankful for your love. But this is our meeting anniversary, so I won’t go too much into that.

But it is Valentine’s Day, so I decided to send a gift as well. It’s no flowers, but I figured that was a relationship anniversary thing so I held off on those. Four months.

I hope it fits. I remember you talking about how much you wanted the jacket the one son had in the family portraits series I did a few months back. I think it would suit you well. 

Stiles couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached for the tissue paper and pealed it back, revealing soft-looking red fabric that he immediately dug his fingers into to feel how warm it was. Stiles set the letter aside momentarily as he pulled the folded clothing article out of the box. 

As it unfolded, giving Stiles the full view of its amazingness, something hit the ground at Stiles feet. Looking down, he spotted a handful-sized plush wolf holding a packaged bar of chocolate. Stiles gently picked it up, grinned at the dumb plastic heart eyes and knew Derek had picked it out specifically because it looked so cheesy. 

Stiles turned back to the letter, jacket and plush squeezed between his arm and his chest. 

The chocolate is just a little something extra.

Have a good day, we will talk soon. 

I love you.

Derek Hale

Stiles let the towel around his shoulders hit the ground with a slightly heavy wet plop and shrugged the jacket on over his bare torso, the warm fleece of the zipper hoodie instantly sedating the goosebumps over his arms. 

Stiles snapped a photo of himself in the hoodie, throwing up a peace sign, and saved it to his Snapchat story with the caption ‘my boyfriend is the best boyfriend’ with a little dog emoji. 

Then he sent a photo just to Derek of him hugging the plush between his hand and his chin, a blinding grin on his face, eyes squinting up at the camera.

Stiles officially had no more time to waste and had to get ready to go to school. But he couldn’t wait for a response from Derek. He rushed upstairs to get ready while simultaneously opening up the skype app to give Derek a call. He didn’t have time for a video call, but a voice chat would be sufficient. 

Every deity must have been looking down at him just then because the call connected, which meant Derek actually had time to answer his call.

“Stiles,” Derek’s gravely voice filtered out of his phone’s speakers as Stiles struggled into a graphic t-shirt.

“I love you, too!” Stiles shouted, leaping for his phone. “I love you, too! Shit, Derek, way to say it first in a fucking letter of all things!”

Derek chuckled, and Stiles’ face burned with the force of his grin. “Wanted to do a little more than type it, you know?”

“Shit of course I know. But I wanted to say it first!”

“You were the one who confessed to me and got us into a relationship in the first place. I figured it was my turn.”

Stiles huffed as he pulled the hoodie on, swapping his phone from hand to hand as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. “Fine. I’ll accept it.”

“You can do it next time,” Derek said, in almost a teasing way.

Stiles scoffed as he began shoving his school things into his backpack and then checked his lacrosse bag to be sure he had clean clothes and all of his stuff. “What next time? A proposal?” he joked.

“Hmm. In a few years, sure.”

Stiles choked and stubbed his toe on the leg of his desk chair. “Fuck you, Derek Hale. Okay, shit, I’m going to be late to practice. But I really had to call you. Sorry if I interrupted anything.”

“No, it’s fine, just getting ready for a shoot this afternoon. I’m glad you called. But I don’t want you to be late, so I’ll let you go.”

“I’ll message you after practice. I need to see you tonight,” Stiles admitted, feeling slightly vulnerable.

It wasn’t easy, having a long-distance relationship. It was made easier by things like skype and immediate replies. But Stiles longed to have Derek with him in person.

Two months until graduation, Stiles reminded himself. Then summer. 

“We’ll make it happen,” Derek replied, voice soft.

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Get going.”

Stiles disconnected the call, cursed at the time, and sprinted out of the house. Two months. Two months.

Then Derek. 

#eternalsterek #sterek #fanfiction #au #fic #my au #still working on soulmark au tho!!! hopefully that'll be done this week!!