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obriengf · 8 months

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𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕤; CLOSED

all blurbs are fun blurbs, especially when they're meet-ugllies! if you'd like to participate, please inbox ONE of the below prompts and ONE dylan character! once i have received a prompt, i will cross it off so i don't get multiple of the same one. let's get adorably ugly, besties!! accepting prompts for: stiles thomas mitch joel stuart

MEET UGLY PROMPTS by tokiosunset & allirica & veronicabunchwrites under the cut

*some of these prompts have been altered from the originals

“I broke your nose at a mosh pit”

“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’”

“You hit me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend”

“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly performing the Heimlich maneuver”

“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame”

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but you're kinda cute so we’re good”

“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying”

“You’re my new neighbour and I came over at 8am to introduce myself but it turns out you work late shifts and I woke you up and now you hate me”

“I was waiting for the bus in the rain and you drove past and soaked me in water. Now I’m at a coffee shop and hey look who’s here”

“I’m the maid of honor for a wedding, the groom/bride asked me to do a last minute errand and you just bumped into me and spilled coffee down my dress, ends up you're the best man"

“You decided to move your buddy’s car as a prank, but you got the wrong car and now I think you’re breaking into my car, what the hell is wrong with you

“It took me forever to get a taxi to stop and then you just swoop in and steal it, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m on a date, you’re our server and the person I’m with keeps treating you obnoxiously and doesn’t tip at the end, now you think I’m an asshole too because I was on a date with them”

"we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass"

"in a moment of stupidity, I keyed what I thought was my ex’s car only to be surprised when you come screaming towards me"

"we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media - what did we do???"

"we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine"

"you’re on a date with this awful, awful person who keeps getting under my skin because my friend and I have been eavesdropping all night and your date says something that makes me snap … I thought it was a first date, not a three year relationship"

"my friend trips and hurts themselves but I faint at the sight of blood and collapse. your attempt to catch me doesn’t go as planned and you ripped your clothes"

"a friend set us up on a blind date but you never showed so when we meet at our friend’s party, I refuse to talk to you"

"I didn’t know my ex moved so you find me sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door" JOEL DAWSON

#dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #mitch rapp x reader #thomas tmr x reader #joel dawson x reader #tmr thomas x reader #stuart twombly x reader #meetugly blurbs #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski imagine #mitch rapp fic #mitch rapp imagine

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bobbie-robron · 1 year

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Snapshot of 2017 - Plot, scams and the kitchen sink

2017, ‘hell year,’ was the year of missed opportunities in favor of rushed plot, the Whites still in Robert’s orbit (rather than having removed them altogether), inconsistent writing, breaking Robert & Liv’s brotherly relationship and the introduction of a second pointless plot device. We did get the first wedding, the picnic/clothes swapping, Cuber and some intense as well as memorable moments with the lads both together and separately. Links to all the monthly posts are below.

I would recommend the following fic that jiggles around the lads’ story starting from the vile one’s conviction through 2017. It’s a rough beginning but the situations are grounded in each character’s growth:

this world can hurt you (it cuts you deep and leaves a scar) (2019-2020) 136.1K words, allirica

January (part 1, part 2), February, March, April, May, June, July (part 1, part 2), August (part 1, part 2), September (part 1, part 2), October, November (part 1, part 2), December (part 1, part 2)

#robron #robron year snapshot #2017 #hell year #the number of times I rewrote that blurb…

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allisonedit · 2 years

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Every Allison Scene:

2.5 Venomous

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klinejack · 4 years

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CRYSTAL REED SAID BISEXUAL RIGHTS IN 2020

#allison argent #allisonargentedit #creededit #crystalreededit #bbelcher #teen wolf #scallison #allydia #allirica #allisaac #1x2/6/2x5/3x17 #lksjdghdfgdfsjdskhg;dasg sorry i just..#i #SHE #i need a moment

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sugdenlovesdingle · 3 years

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I’m sorry you’re getting nasty messages. Sometimes people take fandom way too literally. If a soap/ship means a lot to you, that’s okay - but it’s never okay to send someone nasty messages on anon.

Yeah some people really take fandom WAY too seriously. Just let people like what they like!

#allirica

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sparkwhorunswithwolves · 4 years

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I look back to you,

and you close your eyes.

- Poetry Week, Welcome to Night Vale

#teen wolf #Allison Argent #erica reyes #Allerica #Allirica #twedit #fyteenwolf #Wtnv #Poetry week

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alexenglish · 3 years

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1, 33, 97?

1. black swan - bts

33. suga’s interlude - halsey, suga

97. diamonds - megan thee stallion, normani

#thank you!!#wrapped 2020 #allirica #mic check

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nighttimemachinery · 4 years

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Happy birthday! 🥰💗🎉

thank you!!! 😊💛😍

#birthday tag #harper gets mail #allirica

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bxdcubes · 4 years

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pick your trope

was tagged by the lovely @allirica

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or and best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or and multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romances or and middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or and roommates // sci-fi au or and magic au // body swap or Genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

i’m tagging @starstruckstargazer @teddybluesclues @teddybluesclues @queerfictionwriter and @sharktofu

#tag games #allirica

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drusllla · 4 years

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purple and tangerine ✨

Purple: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

Tangerine: I love your aesthetic.

thank you so much!! 🧡🧡

#allirica #answered asks #ask game

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12daysofsterek · 5 years

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Tidings of Comfort and Joy

Author: allirica Type of Work: Fic Title: Tidings of Comfort and Joy Rating: Teen Word Count: 1,999 Warnings: No warnings Summary: “Seriously!” Stiles threw his hands up in frustration. “I can’t tell if you’re just completely oblivious or if you’re being deliberately spiteful, but either way, you’re literally the spawn of Satan, okay, and I am done.”

“Stiles,” Derek said slowly. “It’s ass o’clock in the morning, I have work in a few hours, and I have no idea why you’re shouting at me. What’s your problem?”

“You!” Stiles shot back. “You and your stupid lights!”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Scott didn’t even look up from his book. “No, you’re not.”

Stiles folded his arms, glaring out of the window at the house across the street. It wasn’t even dark yet and the lights were all switched on. The house was absolutely covered in tiny twinkly lights that changed colors and patterns. Glowing icicles lined the roof, vibrant snowflakes flashed in the windows, and the front lawn was full of Christmas ornaments, including a pack of reindeer made of tiny lights and a big blow up Santa.

It was like an elf had thrown up the contents of a Christmas store all over the dude’s property.

“I am,” Stiles insisted. “I know how to do it and make it look like an accident. And he deserves it.”

Kira lifted her head from Scott’s lap, smiling slightly. “I’m pretty sure he could squash you without breaking a sweat,” she replied. “Besides, Derek Hale is a nice guy and a great neighbor. No murdering him.”

Stiles huffed, shutting the blinds with a vicious yank on the cord. Scott raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“What’s the big deal?” he asked. “I think they’re cool.”

They were cool. Stiles loved Christmas. He loved Christmas lights and decorations and usually, he was the one annoying everyone else with his unwavering festive cheer. Derek’s house did look awesome and the decorations were exactly the kind that would make him go ‘ooh’ if he saw them on his annual drive around to look at people’s Christmas lights.

But Derek’s house was directly opposite and he didn’t switch any of those dazzling, colorful, admittedly kinda tacky lights off during the night, so even with Stiles’ thick blinds, they shone right into his room and onto his face as he tried to sleep.

It was a giant pain in the ass.

“He didn’t have those lights last year,” Stiles grumbled. “He didn’t have any Christmas stuff up last year. He’s gotta be doing it just to spite me.”

Scott shook his head. “You’re a dork,” he said fondly.

Stiles blew a raspberry in response and gave the window one last narrow-eyed look before turning his back on it.

***

Stiles’s whole body ached.

He practically fell out of his jeep and nudged the door closed with his hip. He yawned as he fumbled to lock it, then turned to trudge through the snow to the front door. When he reached it, he just stood there for a second, staring at it with bleary, gritty eyes, trying to summon up the energy to jam his key into the lock and wrestle the damn thing open.

It took him a moment to register the blurry colors.

He looked down, watching as flashes of green, red, purple and orange dappled across the snow, lighting it up. Slowly, he turned and looked across the street.

Sure enough, Derek Hale’s house was lit up like a freaking Christmas tree.

The front door swung open before he could conjure up an appropriate explicative. He turned back to look at Kira; she was in her fluffy fleece pajamas with her hair piled up, a mug of coffee cradled in her hand.

“What are you doing? It’s freezing out there.”

Stiles shrugged and stepped inside. “Tired,” he offered.

Kira gave him a sympathetic look. Stiles knew she’d just woken up to get ready for her early shift at the fire station. Scott would be up in a few hours to open the animal clinic. Their shifts didn’t match each other a lot, which made being roommates kinda interesting, but it was also nice on nights like this, when Stiles got home at two in the morning and Kira was up to talk to, no matter how briefly, before she left.

Tonight, though, he was too tired to chat. Instead, he offered her a smile and headed upstairs. He barely managed to strip before crawling into bed, dragging the blanket over his tired body.

Except Stiles had a thing.

He couldn’t sleep unless his room was in total darkness. It was why he’d moved bedrooms to get away from the one facing a streetlamp. It was why his door was shut tight and thick blinds hung across his window. He slept better when there wasn’t the slightest bit of light.

Derek Hale’s lights were the worst.

Even with his eyes squeezed tightly shut and a pillow jammed over his face, it was like Stiles could sense the lights wriggling their way through the cracks in the blinds, spilling across the room. Frustration bubbled up inside him and he muttered a few curses into his pillow before tossing it aside.

Heaving his body out of bed was a lot harder than falling into it, but anger fuelled him as he yanked on a pair of sweatpants, a shirt from his laundry basket, and his shoes. Kira had left by the time he stumbled downstairs and he could hear Scott snoring away from his bedroom, so he made sure to close the door quietly behind him before marching through the snow to the house across the street.

The lights were even more blindingly bright as he got closer. Stiles squinted his gritty eyes against them and hammered on the front door, then stepped back, folding his arms over his chest. He kinda wished he’d thought to throw on a coat or something before leaving; it was freezing.

He watched as a light flickered on behind the frosted glass of the front door, a silhouette appearing a second later. Keys rattled in the lock and the door swung open.

Derek frowned at him. His hair was a little messy, sticking up in a couple of places, and his stubble was thicker, a little more untamed, than usual. He’d bundled up in a thick looking bathrobe, his hands shoved deep into the pockets.

“Stiles?” he said, voice scratchy from sleep.

Stiles jabbed a finger towards Derek’s chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Seriously!” Stiles threw his hands up in frustration. “I can’t tell if you’re just completely oblivious or if you’re being deliberately spiteful, but either way, you’re literally the spawn of Satan, okay, and I am done.”

“Stiles,” Derek said slowly. “It’s ass o’clock in the morning, I have work in a few hours, and I have no idea why you’re shouting at me. What’s your problem?”

“You!” Stiles shot back. “You and your stupid lights!”

Surprise flickered across his face. “My lights?”

“Yes! They’re always on! They shine into the house when I’m trying to relax in front of the TV, they practically blinded me the other day when I was trying to shovel snow, and I can’t even sleep because of them. Either turn them off at night or I’m gonna turn them off myself, got it?”

Derek frowned. “Stiles -.”

“What is up with them, anyway? They’re everywhere. No offence, dude, but you always walk around looking like you’re allergic to happiness, why do you even like those lights?”

“I don’t.”

“And would it seriously kill you to – wait. What?”

Derek cleared his throat. “I don’t like them. The lights.”

Stiles stared blankly. “Then why…?”

“Because I thought you would.”

Stiles felt like the ground was shifting under his feet, leaving him unstable. He turned Derek’s words over in his head, trying to make any kind of sense from them, but he was honestly just completely lost now.

“What?”

“I put them up for you,” Derek said. He looked like each word was physically painful to say out loud, his eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. “Because I thought you would like them.”

Stiles blinked. “Oh. I…oh. Why, exactly?”

Derek let out a harsh breath. “Because I hate Christmas and I hate everything to do with Christmas, except when you’re involved. I like that you put up your Christmas tree in the front window the day after Thanksgiving. I like that you make obnoxiously decorated cookies for everyone on the street and that you shovel snow off Mrs Gunner’s drive every year. I like the hideous Christmas sweaters you wear and the fact that I keep being woken up at 6am because I can hear you whistling Christmas songs as you scrape the ice off that heap of junk you drive. I just…I just like you, okay?”

Stiles’ mouth felt dry. He licked his bottom lip. “Um. Yeah. That’s…that’s okay.”

Derek looked down for a moment. “You haven’t been smiling lately.” At Stiles’ surprised look, he shrugged and continued, “You’re usually obnoxiously cheerful around Christmas, but you’ve just looked so tired and miserable lately. I thought the lights might make you happy.”

For a second, Stiles couldn’t breathe. His heart felt so full suddenly, like it was going to burst, pounding away behind his ribs as Derek’s words played over and over again in his mind. Inexplicably, tears threatened to spill over for a second until he wrestled his feelings back under control.

“You did all of that, put up all of those lights and ornaments…to make me happy?” He said, voice thick.

Derek nodded once. “I didn’t realize they were a problem. I’ll take them down.”

“No!” Stiles reached out, then drew his hand back, holding it in the air for a second before letting his arm fall back to his side. “No, it’s – that’s okay. I mean, yeah, maybe at night you could turn them off. I’d sleep a lot better and seriously, dude, you’d save a killing on your electricity bill. But…don’t take them down altogether. I like them.”

“You were pretty clear about not liking them,” Derek pointed out.

“But I like them now. Now that I know what they mean.” Stiles wrapped his arms around himself, trying to warm up. “I’m a nurse. And I love my job, I really do, I don’t think I’d ever want to do anything else. But around this time of year…sometimes it’s hard to stay happy and festive. When I see a domestic abuse victim come in, knowing that they’ll hide the truth from the cops and go back to their abuser. When I see little kids who won’t get presents on Christmas, or homeless people seeking a place to sleep in the emergency room, or people getting assaulted or killed or – or drunk drivers hitting innocent people because they decided to drive home from that Christmas party. It gets too much sometimes and lately…I’ve been struggling.” He cleared his throat. “But…this means so much. So thank you.”

A small smile tugged at Derek’s lips. “You’re welcome.”

“Let’s talk,” Stiles said. “Not now, because I’m freezing my butt off and you have work later, but maybe tomorrow, after work? Over coffee?”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe.”

Derek smiled. “Then, yeah, over coffee.” He paused, then tugged his robe off, holding it out. “Here. You can give it back to me tomorrow.”

“Holy crap, thanks.” Stiles quickly pulled it on. It was a little big on him, but it was so warm, and he sighed in relief. “So…tomorrow?”

Derek nodded. “Tomorrow. Goodnight, Stiles.”

“Night.”

Stiles offered a dorky little wave, instantly regretted it, and quickly turned, heading back across the road. He kept the robe closed tight around him to protect him from the cold as he let himself back into the house. He kept it on until he got to his bedroom, then reluctantly slipped it off and hung it up on the back of his door.

The lights blinking through his window went out a second later. He couldn’t help but smile as he crawled back into bed, curling up under the blanket for warmth. The lights were out now and he could sleep, but the fact that they would be lit up again tomorrow, flashing across the road at him, made his heart feel warm and full.

He looked at the robe on the back of his door and, still smiling to himself, fell asleep.

#12daysofsterek #Sterek #haleinski #derekstiles #eternalsterek #fic #2018 #allirica #submission

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shealwaysreads · 4 years

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Happy birthday! ❤️

Thank you darling 🥰

#lovely people being lovely #allirica #isobel talks

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charitydingle · 4 years

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happy birthday!

thank u, rose 😌x

#allirica #asks #bday tag

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allisonedit · 5 years

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Allison + Ships (requested by @fanficfridge)

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fandom-madnessess · 5 years

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Scott/Stiles

11. “What’s with the box?”

Scott McCall/Stiles StllinskiRating: G, Word Count: 590Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pets

‘Scott?’ Stiles asks from the bottom step ofthe stairs, his voice low and full of warning. He’d beenin the study, planning to do the administration but actually watchingconspiracy videos on YouTube, when he’d heardthe key in the front door and gone downstairs to greet his husband.

Scott’s smilewhen he looks up at Stiles is a little strained.

‘What’s with the box?’ Stiles continues. He folds his armsacross his chest.

‘Whatbox?’

‘The onebehind your back.’

‘Oh,that one.’ Scott turns his body andstarts walking backwards into the living room, making sure to keep the contentsof the box hidden behind his back. ‘Nothing.’ He freezes for a second, then startswalking away faster.

Stiles follows him, eyebrows raised. ‘Nothing, huh? Then what’s that little grey fuzzball peekingover your shoulder?’

Scott keeps that strained smile on his face as he reachesover and plucks the kitten off his shoulder and cradles it protectively againsthis chest. ‘Oh wow,’ he laughs awkwardly. ‘How did she get there?’

‘Climbedout of that box and up the back of your coat, would be my guess,’ Stiles says, rolling his eyes. Scott’s not the best of liars, but even forhim this is terrible.

‘Okay.Just… hear me out,’ Scott says. He walks the rest of theway to the living room, sits down on the couch and sets the box on the coffee table.There’s a fluffy green towel inside. ‘If you still want her goneafter, I’ll bring her back to theclinic. Tonight.’

Stiles thinks it over. If he hears Scott out, there’s a ninety percent chance the kitten’s staying. They had a plan: get thejobs they want, make sure they’resecure in those jobs, save money, and then they adopt pets and children. Hesits down next to Scott anyway.

‘Thislittle girl’s mom had too many babies andcouldn’t feed them all, and theowners didn’t have the time to reallytake care of her, so we kept this one tobottle feed, but she’sgetting too old to stay with us, which means she’ll haveto go to the shelter, but–’

‘But yougot attached,’ Stiles sighs. He can’t blame him. She’s adorable, with big blue eyes andfluffy grey fur. She looks at him, blinks slowly, then meows plaintively. ‘Okay, fine,’ Stiles says, smiling at Scott’s victorious grin. He takes thekitten from Scott, and his chest feels tight for a second. She’s so small and soft, so vulnerable.He settles her in the crook of his arm, where she nestles in and promptly fallsasleep.

‘I loveyou,’ Scott says.

‘I loveyou, too.’

‘I wastalking to her.’ Scott carefully strokes thekitten’s little head with onefinger. Stiles would flip him off if he didn’t thinkit would wake their kitten. ‘Whatare we going to name her?’ Scottasks.

‘Dustbunny,’ Stiles decides. ‘Because she looks like one.’

‘Bunnyfor short, I assume?’

‘Duh.’

‘I’m also assuming that I’m gonna have to make dinner?’

Stiles nods at Dustbunny. ‘There’s a cat sleeping on me. I can’t do anything until she wakes up.’

Scott laughs. ‘Well,I should probably get the food and toys inside first.’

‘How’d you know I’d say yes?’

‘BecauseI know you,’ Scott says, standing up. Hepresses a kiss to the top of Stiles’ headand walks back to his car.

‘He’s right. I could never say no to you,’ Stiles whispers to Dustbunny. ‘You’re going to be horribly spoiled.’

#allirica #sciles #foreversciles #scott x stiles #teen wolf #my fic #my tw #fic roulette #one more fic for sciles day!

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