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Taylor. 21. INFP. Toronto. Anglophile. Music Addict. Writer. Student. //
Primarily a Teen Wolf blog, but I also post a lot of Supernatural, 1D, 5SOS, Sebastian Stan and Jamie Campbell Bower. Anything in my shows list is probably fair game too.
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Remember when the amazing trelkez did this amazing writing challenge? Well, since I’m kind of stuck on my regency AU and it sounds like a lot of fun, I’ll be doing it, too (but only today/tomorrow). So:

Reblog this post with a romance novel cover and I’ll write a paragraph or two of it as Sterek. Front and back cover works best, but I’ll settle for front cover and publisher’s book description. 

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The League of Second Sons: A secret society of younger sons, sworn to aid and abet each other, no matter the scandal or cost…Their fathers and brothers may rule the world, but they run it, and when it comes to passion, they refuse to accept second best.

After the scandalous demise of her marriage, Lady Olivia Carlow knows the rakes of the ton will think her fair game. So when a letter arrives bearing an indecent offer from the incorrigible Roland Devere, she seizes the opportunity. Turning the tables on the notorious rogue, she blackmails him into playing her betrothed for the season. But no matter how broad his shoulders or chiseled his features, she will never fall prey to his suave charm.

When Roland boasted he’d be the first into Lady Olivia’s bed, he couldn’t have imagined that behind those brilliant blue eyes lurked a vixen with a scheme of her own. Still, Roland is not about to abandon his original wager. If anything, learning that the lovely Olivia is as bold as she is beautiful makes him more determined to seduce her into never saying “never” again.

The letter is both utterly shocking and exactly what Stiles expected. He’s not an idiot, after all, and he would have had to be one - or utterly blind and deaf - not to notice the gossip when he was reintroduced into society the night before. Everyone had been whispering, gossiping about Stiles’ return after the scandalous end of his marriage. Their whispering hadn’t been subtle by any means;  even those who believed that no blame was to be placed on Stiles, that he had fallen not because of his own indiscretion but because he was foolish enough to trust and marry  someone who had turned out to already be betrothed but fallen nonetheless, and was therefore unworthy of being in their company, had made little effort to hide their sneers of distaste, or their pity.

 But none had expressed their stance more openly than the notorious brothers of The League of the Second Sons. They hadn’t bothered to keep their voices down, to try and keep their indecent remarks among themselves. Stiles had heard them quite clearly; the insults, the boasting, the salacious remarks, speculations about his willingness to bed any of them. The bet who would be the first he’d part his legs for.

They had been drunk, of course, not that that had made it any better. Scott had looked just about ready to throw them all into a cell, or beat them to a bloody pulp. He might have, had Stiles not held him back. He doesn’t need anyone to defend his honour. He’s just glad his father had not been there to witness it; he’d experienced enough shame with Stiles’ marriage failing. His being soiled in an unlawful marriage has tarnished his repute, and his father’s with him. He’s lucky he did not lose his position. Stiles will not allow any more shade to fall on him, will not allow himself to be wrapped up in more questionable affairs, even if it means enduring the whispers, the leers. He still has his pride, at least. And he’d been prepared.


He hadn’t quite been prepared to receive a letter the day after being brought out into society again. Definitely not one from notorious flirt and seducer Derek Hale describing in great detail every which way he would like to spread Stiles out on his bed to worship and ravish him. The indecency and lewdness of the letter leaves Stiles’ cheeks burning with embarrassment and, as he is ashamed to admit, quite a bit of desire. The letter is expertly crafted, making Derek sound reverent and longing… but Stiles supposes he has had a lot of practice with all the other men and women he has wooed and lured into his bed.

If Stiles didn’t know better, he might fall for it, too. In the past, when he was still more naive, he surely would have. Even now, it is hard to resist the temptation of the simple notion of someone loving him, coveting him, touching him like he deserves it.

He nearly rips the letter to pieces; just wanting to believe Derek’s words even for a second is dangerous.

Stiles folds up the letter and jams it into the bottom drawer of his nightstand when the doorbell rings. His father his out, meaning the visitor most likely wishes to see him, so he makes his way downstairs, trying to regain his composure. He thinks he’s doing quite a good job of appearing completely aloof - until he sees who is visitor is, that is.

Seeing Derek Hale standing in his parlour, looking slightly ruffled and worse for wear, an expression of sheepish contrition on his pale face, is even more unexpected than the letter.

“Mister Hale,” Stiles says, straightening up and raising his eyebrows. “What a…pleasant surprise.”

“Mister Stilinski.” He clears his throat, very obviously uncomfortable.

When he makes no attempt at continuing the conversation, Stiles prompts, “Is there something I can help you with, Mister Hale?”

“Ah.” Derek flushes, colour rushing to his cheeks and even to the tips of his ears. It’s quite adorable, or would be, did Stiles not know that the man has very little shame. “I was wondering - I mean I wanted -” He breaks off, raking a hand through his hair, making it even more unruly than it was before.

“You meant to ask me whether I received your letter?” Stiles deduces, and Derek Hale turns an even darker shade of red.

“I am so sorry,” he splutters. “I didn’t mean - I - I… My deepest apologies. I never meant to disrespect you. I never meant for you to see it. I fear I was quite drunk when I sent it and… it made me very stupid.”

“Indeed,” Stiles says coolly.

“Will you accept my sincerest apologies?”

Stiles hesitates. He could  - Derek is very obviously sincere in his apology, and they could both walk away and never mention it again. But Stiles remembers the humiliation of the previous night, and well, he has never been the forgiving kind. “I don’t think so,” he says. “This letter marks, after all, not the first time you have disrespected me.”

Derek swallows heavily, understanding the implication perfectly. “Last night,” he rasps out. “You heard us.”

“You made it rather impossible for me to not overhear your discussion,” Stiles replies. “For me and, I fear, every other person in the room.”

Derek lowers his eyes to the ground in shame. Who would’ve thought the infamous Casanova of Beacon Hills even had a sense of shame?

“What was it that you said, exactly? Something about being the first I would invite into my bed for sure? I don’t recall the exact words.” He does, actually, but it had been far too vulgar for him to spell out in front of Derek. His tone, he thinks, conveys quite unambiguously that he does, in fact, remember.

“I should never have said that.”

“You are right, you shouldn’t have,” Stiles says coolly. “And I am disinclined to allow you to blame it on the influence of alcohol.”

Hale draws in a heavy breath. “Please believe me when I assure you that I am not usually so crude.”

“Oh, no, not at all. You are quite silver-tongued when you want to be, as your letter proves. Not that the subject matter was any more appropriate.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He looks a little lost. “All I can do is ask your forgiveness and promise you it will never happen again.”

“I do not accept your apology,” Stiles tells him bluntly. “Words are not enough for the humiliation you and your brothers put me through, I believe.”

“What would you have me do?” Hale asks levelly.

Stiles doesn’t have to think about this for long. His heart is beating faster as he realises this might be a singular opportunity. Derek Hale might have a certain reputation, but he is also still considered an esteemed gentleman. He is exactly the kind of tool Stiles needs to restore his honour and his good name, to make him seem desirable again. “You will help me regain my good reputation,” he says, “by pretending to be my betrothed for the season.”

Derek freezes. “I cannot do that.”

“Very well,” Stiles says sweetly. “Then I am to believe you would not care if the world were to see your letter? If I disclosed to all your friends and business partners and family what words you deem appropriate to send another man without even being formally introduced, without that man making any advances? If I disclosed that you would seem it fit to talk to me in a way that not even engaged couples are allowed to use, one that is reserved, perhaps, for spouses, maybe, at a stretch, for common whores?”

“You wouldn’t,” Derek says, blanching.

“Oh, I would,” Stiles promises darkly.

“This is your revenge, then.”

“Not at all. I am not so ordinary as to take pleasure in such petty things. This is a simple business transaction. Your reputation for mine.” Stiles fixes him with a look. “Do we have an agreement?”

Derek Hale stares at him for a long time. Eventually, he nods. “We do.”

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Gil Mc Kinney at TorCon 2014

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The Signs and their Rooms

Aries: Messy, messy, messy. 'The chair' (you know which chair I'm talking about) has probably disappeared among all their clothes. Theory is that it probably fused to the ground.
Taurus: They have an ingrained connection with every single one of their posessions. They know you moved that sock 0.2 meters to the left don't deny it.
Gemini: Where's the floor? No one knows anymore. When they magically decide to clean up, it's like christmas morning when they find something they don't even remember having. Then, they get distracted by said thing and forget about cleaning up.
Cancer: Their room is their sanctuary. Probably going through an ant invasion because of all the food they eat there. Most likely to have a secret food stash.
Leo: Usually organized, though they can be lazy. They probably don't move enough to have a mess.
Virgo: Same as Taurus. Like the Eye of Sauron, they know everything that goes down there.They go into phases in which everything is probably color coded. They get lazy and give up a few weeks later when no one notices.
Libra: Probably unlivable until they decide Today is the Day and organize everything. They get bored halfway through and go back to feeling sorry for themselves because their rooms aren't pretty.
Scorpio: The walls are full with their interests. The mess control is manageable. Once you go in, it might be too dark to find your way out.
Sagittarius: Doesn't care at all about mess. Until they see someone else's clean room and their competitive gene appears. Soon it dies down and they go back to not caring.
Capricorn: Puts everyone else's to shame. Mostly, because like Leo, they are not naturally messy. Can be OCD about their space.
Aquarius: Their interests are also everywhere. They sleep next to their laptop. Their desk is no man's land.
Pisces: Clutter is their natural habitat. They probably don't remember the last time they turned on the lights. The windows have never been opened. An excavation team is needed to find the floor. Until people come over, then it's DEFCON 4 and everything is either organized or hidden.

Important Dates Masterlist

October 22, 2014: Melissa & Joey Halloween Special
October 27, 2014: Taylor Swift - 1989 album
October 30, 2014: Elementary season premiere
November 4, 2014: The Retribution of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin
November 6, 2014: White Collar season premiere
November 7, 2014: Interstellar
November 11, 2014: Nick Jonas - Nick Jonas album
November 21, 2014: The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1
November 23, 2014: American Music Awards
November 26, 2014: Horrible Bosses 2
December 2, 2014: Jason by Laurell K. Hamilton
December 9, 2014: Pretty Little Liars Christmas Special
January 7, 2015: People's Choice Awards
January 11, 2015: Golden Globe Awards
January 25, 2015: Screen Actors Guild Awards
January 27, 2015: Bound by Flames by Jeaniene Frost
February 8, 2015: Grammy Awards
February 10, 2015: The Ruby Circle by Richelle Mead
February 22, 2015: Academy Awards
March 10, 2015: Wicked Charms by Janet Evanovich
March 20, 2015: Insurgent
May 1, 2015: Avengers: Age of Ultron
May 15, 2015: Pitch Perfect 2
June 2, 2015: Royal Wedding by Meg Cabot
June 19, 2015: Paper Towns
July 17, 2015: Ant-Man
August 7, 2015: Fantastic Four
August 14, 2015: Bourne 5
September 18, 2015: The Maze Runner Chapter II: The Scorch Trials
November 6, 2015: James Bond 24
November 20, 2015: The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2
December 25, 2015: Mission Impossible 5
February 12, 2016: Deadpool
March 18, 2016: Allegiant Part 1
March 25, 2016: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
April 22, 2016: The Huntsman
May 6, 2016: Captain America 3
May 27, 2016: X-Men: Apocalypse
June 10, 2016: Now You See Me 2
June 17, 2016: Finding Dory
July 1, 2016: Tarzan
July 8, 2016: Doctor Strange
November 11, 2016: The Sinister Six
November 18, 2016: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
March 3, 2017: The Wolverine 2
March 24, 2017: Allegiant Part 2
July 14, 2017: Fantastic Four 2
July 28, 2017: Guardians of the Galaxy 2
June 8, 2018: Godzilla 2

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