#I think she had a crush on Satomi at some point when she was still called Kaiya

[korroding]

Me when I remember what a hoe Hoshi used to be

[tobiosmilktea]

 umpah umpah! smau

↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[021] — like a storm!

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a/n: swear my writing hasn’t been that good recently and i blame it on my lack of freetime 😔 anyway here’s 4.5k words of trashy word dump that i wrote in 2 hours ;)) also peep the tlc reference

in theory, this picnic blanket was much too small for the likes of fitting a webtoon author, an editor, and a beefy volleyball player all at once, and yet, it still managed to fit two more to come join—tightly bunched up in the park at night as the crisp air temperature slowly drops. having a picnic at the cusp of autumn and winter was a definite mistake, but then again, perhaps they were used to it by now.

it wasn’t like the cold was bothering bokuto at this point anyway as his blood simmered with a boiling hot ichor. he had a death grip on his phone as satomi left him on read. all the volleyball player could do was roll his eyes and scoff as he taps your shoulder. akaashi, who sat on the other side of you was in the midst of speaking to you, yet was interrupted by the bright white light from the screen shone across your faces.

your eyes scanned the texts, feeling your lungs desperately yearning for air. her words suffocated you, crushing your airways as you struggled to breathe. perhaps you have forgotten how to at that very moment. they say it takes about three minutes for someone to suffocate from the lack of oxygen and if akaashi didn’t shake you, that probably would have been you. the fact that seeing that damn photo made your heart shatter more times than you could count over a course of the past few days. you couldn’t catch a fucking break, could you?

you had to look away. if you had stared at satomi in iwaizumi’s bed any longer, you would’ve screamed your head off.

“god, these cookies are so fucking good. i would literally marry these if i could,” kaori moaned into another bite of a matcha shortbread cookie. she practically threw herself over yuko’s lap as she reached in her little baggie for more. “these cookies are a godsend, (y/n), where did you get them?”

“this bakery right next to onigiri miya, apparently they make good lemon macarons as well.” you mutter. the semblance of seeing those texts was still evident upon your expression.

yuko doesn’t fail to notice the way the timbre of your voice had changed within a sudden moment. she gives you a look, “what’s wrong?” her words, careful and genuine filled you with something somber as bokuto handed his phone to her.

kaori grunts slightly as she lifts herself off of yuko, yet her body was still leaned over to skim the texts along with her.

it was a nervous habit of yours to fiddle with your fingers, picking and scratching at your chipped nail polish until it was all gone. you don’t remember when this became a habit, but you always did this whilst you waited for something you dreaded to hear the answer to. as if the nerves within you pooled into a wave, crashing back and forth like a tide until you either get dragged along with it or somehow manage to survive.

their expressions contorted into a nasty mixture of disgust and absolute horror. even kaori who has seen the despicable sweet-tongued manipulations of nicotine-stained fingers of incels had to shake her head and push the phone away.

“i never liked that girl from the start,” yuko scoffs. she hands the phone back to bokuto, watching him switch it off and dropping it onto the cushioned picnic blanket in annoyance.

“god, the amount of anger coursing through my body right now...” muttered bokuto, “i can’t believe she would do this.”

“at least she didn’t do anything to iwaizumi,” akaashi tried to reason. things were already so messed up, it was the least he could do.

kaori shakes her head, clearing her throat from the dryness of the shortbread cookie. “doesn’t matter,” her words were venomous and cutthroat, “she’s still a terrible person considering she got him drunk and made him tell her shit that wasn’t any of her business. what a fucking snake.”

you pursed your lips slightly, wanting to close your eyes and make this all disappear the moment you wake up. the chill of the night air had finally struck you. it was that sudden urge to run away as fast as possible, to escape the words you wholeheartedly wanted to leave behind continued to follow you like haunting poltergeists. and as if the tingling phrases of whispered memoirs of your mistakes weren’t enough, your own decisions whether it was right or wrong lingered back to both iwaizumi and bokuto. it’s heavy baggage you so dearly wanted to get rid of, but the solutions seemed so skewed and out of place for you to comprehend properly that even the chill in the air started to burn.

bokuto glanced at you with worry coated the emotions in his eyes. his hand reached for yours, lacing his fingers through your own as his palm—though rough and calloused—was warm against the biting cold of your hand. it comforted you more than you had expected with the way it was hidden from the others, almost melting when bokuto started to rub his thumb in little circles on the back of your hand and over your knuckles.

your hands were so soft, he had forgotten how much he liked holding them. he could memorize each and every detail just by admiring the way your hand looked so tiny next to his, yet they fit together like a glove.

you swore your heart was ready to jump out of your throat then. you weren’t sure if bokuto could even feel the way you squeezed his hand slightly as a silent answer.

“we should do something about it,” you say after a few beats of silence had passed, but it only comes out in a hushed mutter.

bokuto squeezed back, “like what?”

“i don’t really know,” you shrug while you shook your head, “just something that’ll make her learn a lesson or two.”

kaori gasps, “we should sue her!”

you and the others gave her a look.

“like seriously, sexual assault allegations are terrible especially since she’s a famous sports team’s physical therapist!”

“there probably isn’t enough evidence for that to work, kaori, considering they only made out.” yuko says matter-of-factly, “besides, suing someone is expensive and we don’t have that kind of budget right now.”

kaori braids over arms over each other in disappointment, “that’s lame.”

“yuko’s right.” you sighed, “i don’t want things to get out of hand and end up going public either. iwaizumi is already mad at the fact that i used him for a webtoon and surely being part of a lawsuit would only make it worse.”

it had come to a point that you had noticed how far everything has come. you wanted to laugh at how fast everything went downhill within a matter of months. the skeleton of your mistakes was just waiting for its last bits to fall and crush you.

there had to be a way to just make this—whatever this entire thing is to just end already.

akaashi opened his mouth to speak after keeping his thoughts to himself this entire time, “what if we just... get her fired?” he finished the last of his words in a blazing hesitance as if we would absolutely hate the idea. granted, it wasn’t much to work off of just by a simple proposal, but it had potential.

“we could, but how exactly are we going to do that?” bokuto asks curiously.

“didn’t you say that tomas recently got injured?” akaashi starts, earning a nod from bokuto to have him continue, “well if we want to be discrete as possible we could do it the old-fashioned way.”

yuko furrowed her brows as she asked, “which is?”

“if she keeps missing work or arriving late, she could potentially lose her job.”

kaori bursts out laughing, heaving a heavy snort as she mused at akaashi, “seriously? is that really our best option?”

akaashi rolled his eyes as she teases, “since you wanted to go the legal route, technically, it is.”

the girl’s laughter came to a slow cease, cocking her head in interest as she waited for one of them to elaborate.

“no yeah, there’s still a chance for this to actually work.” bokuto starts without a second thought. hell, he even forgot he was still holding your hand. “professional sports teams require their medical team to be at every game whether it’s real or just practice since the players are always at risk of getting injured. satomi’s known to be good at being there every day on time, so if yoji and their boss sees that she’s consistently missing work now for... let’s say—iwaizumi—and tomas isn’t getting treated asap, they’re allowed to replace her. and if you’re replaced, there’s basically no going back even if it is just temporary. and if that happens...” he pauses as he holds back a smirk, “she’s going to be fined legally with negligence—worst-case scenario, she’ll probably be fined for nonfeasance too.”

“whoa there, those are some big words, sir.” says kaori, “someone catch me up here?”

akaashi lets out a sigh, “nonfeasance means failure to do what’s expected.”

the sound of awe left kaori as she nods in understanding.

“is this really necessary? it seems like a lot of work just to get back at her.” yuko has always been a rational person, just like akaashi, but the only difference between them was that she liked to do things the fastest and most easy way.

“if we play our cards right, i think we could do it.” says bokuto.

“then i think we need all the help we can get if we really want this to work out.” akaashi said, craning his neck towards you to ask, “should i tell semi and suga about it?”

it’s not even a question for you to answer considering how obvious the answer was. of course, you had to tell them. they basically knew everything already, and if anything they’re the only ones who could make this plan actually work.

“i can also tell my team about it to help.” bokuto adds in, but you cut him a look, “only atsumu, sakusa, hinata, and tomas of course. i promise i’ll only tell them what they need to know. what do you think?”

“as long as satomi gets what she deserves.”

you hated the way your thoughts were an endless motion of suffering. it had been keeping you awake all night as you tossed and turned. you couldn’t rest now as if a giant cinder block of forbidden serendipities would clash-boom-bang back onto you as it was being held by a teetering string of floss. it was bound to snap at any second. you yearned for even just a few minutes of rest as maybe these suffocating feelings would disappear once you woke up in the early morning.

it was still dark out—three a.m... maybe, but all you knew was that it was late and your flurrying thoughts were giving you so much residual energy that you needed to extrude. it wasn’t a form of adrenaline or a sugar rush, no, it was something else. your body was well beyond fatigued, but rather your mind was running like a brain on drugs.

there were so many things rushing through your head that it morphed into a jungle of tangled vines of plenty. it was a storming blizzard that couldn’t be calmed down as you finally pushed yourself off your bed, forcing your sheets off of you and sitting on the side of the matress. guilt was eating you alive, gnawing at your hollow chest as your semblance withered while the minutes passed. you just wanted for everything to just stop. please just stop.

maybe this is why you never told any of them. the stress, the consequences— you knew damn well that shit would hit the fan if you did, and yet it’s inevitable. the truth would have come out sooner or later.

ugh, why are you like this? you thought to yourself, dragging your fingers through your hair as you sighed out.

the answers were obvious, but it was the tingling of your lips that sent waves of heat to your cheeks as you recalled the kiss... the kiss! holy shit, the kiss. it hit you then when it played back in your head from a few hours ago when bokuto dropped you off at your door. something melted in bokuto’s eyes the moment you looked back at him, heat emanating from every inch of his skin as you tracked the tension in his body. he leaned over with his face just a few centimeters shy from yours and you swore he could probably hear your heart punching against your ribcage. bokuto could feel the warmth of your breath fanning against his chin and for a moment the world and all the problems in it seemed to disappear for a brief moment. before you knew it he kissed you gently as if it was his last. it certainly would be for a while, anyway.

“dammit,” you cursed in a harsh whisper, leaning over to switch on your bedside lamp in a swift flick.

you slapped your cheeks to force the thought out of your head as you made your way to your desk. you turned your desk lamp on with it’s bright yellow hue flickering slightly over your messy work area. it was scattered with paperwork and miscellaneous notes that it was surely beyond your mood to even fix-up.

usually, you tend to be pretty clean and organized with your desk space, and yet with recent events, you’ve been letting the work pile up instead. you’ve always liked the saying, this is something future (y/n) can deal with, but for once you hated yourself for it. besides, look where it got you.

a sigh escaped your lips when you plopped yourself upon your chair. your delicate fingers traced along the edges of the neatly bonded sheets of love cemetery’s storyboard. you started it earlier today with the help of the rest of the ddd team after the director of the project gave you the freedom to do so as usually, he would be in charge of making the storyboard and such. despite being rather chaotic on a daily basis, you were glad to be surrounded by people who always put a smile on your face while still getting work done. those were the best types of people to work with—friends that cared about you.

you guys managed to get the first fifteen pages done and you needed twenty completed panels in less than twenty-four hours. you were used to this type of pressure, especially while you were working on your webtoon. you were surprised how many times you sprained your hand from constantly working that the aching pain between your joints and your wrists were second nature at this point. surely, you would have carpal tunnel by now if akaashi wasn’t there to always nag you to take breaks.

with a few wrist stretches and cracks of your knuckles, you flipped to the next scene—the day you and bokuto met. your heart tugged slightly as you envisioned the scene you drew in your webtoon, slowly converting it into a movie scene in your head.

oh, how things have changed.

your hand ached for mercy by the time seven a.m. struck. the sun had already peeked through the horizon, sending rays of sunlight through the blinds of your bedroom window as a greeting for the new morning. you had been sketching out the storyboard for five nonstop hours (give or take a few minutes in between trying not to let the different events in the story get to you).

you’ve always had a strange habit of ignoring the pain in your wrist, but now it was certainly unbearable. the lead pencil that was hot to the touch from the heat from your hand dropped onto your desk in a clatter. your eyes flicked down to your palm as you could feel the fatigue darkening your eyebags. your hands were practically alabaster from the constant pressure that it took a good moment for the circulation to run back into your hand.

you left your bedroom and made your way to your kitchenette. it was like your body was moving on its own, grabbing a mug, turning on your kettle, and tossing teaspoons of sugar in your cup for your morning tea as if you were on autopilot.

silence had surrounded you for far too long, you needed some form of sound to keep you sane from staying up all night and leaving you alone with your thoughts to just take over. sounds from the television hummed through the quaint air of your apartment in the lowest possible volume, just beneath the whistling of the tea kettle atop your stove.

you poured out the boiling hot water as your eyes followed the way the tea steeped through the liquid like a spreading storm.

the doorbell rang then, causing your head to swirl towards your door with slight confusion filling your expression. who would even come by so early in the morning?

the floorboards of your apartment creaked at your light steps as you trod towards the door, almost flinching at the cold surface of the handle as you unlocked it. you pulled the door open. there was that infamous morning chill in the autumn air that bit at your bare arms and legs. the heat from your apartment escaped at the motion as your breath hitched within your throat.

he looked out of breath and filled with fearful tension as his broad shoulders relaxed a bit at your sight. his usual soft brown locks that are always styled was tangled and woven into each other like a basket weave. hell, he looked as if he rushed immediately here the moment he woke up, all disheveled and almost desperate. poor guy didn’t even think to put on a coat before coming.

what the hell is he doing here?

“iwa—?” you attempted to say out loud in a harsh whisper that could barely leave your body in the first place. and yet, your voice disappeared into his chest as he pulls you into him, warmth engulfing you like burning ember.

you swallowed the lump forming in your throat as you froze. call it shock or just plain confusion but you couldn’t bring yourself to move your arms from the way iwaizumi’s embrace trapped them to your sides. just the plain sensation of the heat rising from his skin was enough to simmer down your awe as you finally managed to wrap your arms around him.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters into your shoulder.

you captured your bottom lip between your teeth. “i’m sorry too,” you say in the same matter, yet your voice almost sounded hoarse from the dryness in your throat. “i should’ve told you the truth.”

“and i shouldn’t have said those things that i said to you...”

a response would usually follow right after, but you couldn’t piece together the correct words and all of the nuanced phrases in your head to say into the air. your thoughts were too far cluttered and chaotic to even say anything more other than, “it’s okay.”

iwaizumi could only pull you in closer, hold you tighter, and leave his arms around you as if he feared that you would disappear out of his reach if he were to let go even in the slightest. he made the mistake of letting you go that one night many years ago and he has learned his lesson since them. he’s not going to take any more chances.

you two have been in each other’s arms for a while now, but you couldn’t find the strength in you to let go. you haven’t felt iwaizumi’s hugs in so long that perhaps you wanted to savor it a bit longer as well. like a little treat—a reward of a few minutes of peace after a thunderstorm of misunderstanding where all that’s left is the aroma of lingering petrichor of bittersweet nothings. you would like to call this a small victory, but something was off.

“iwa,” you say once you finally pulled yourself into your senses, “what’s wrong?”

“i did something bad, (y/n). i fucked up.”

you pull away from him slightly, just enough to be able to look at him in the eye but still be in the comfort of his arms. “what happened?”

“i was so fucking stupid, i shouldn’t have agreed to go with satomi.” oh, you thought as the words left his mouth. you pursed your lips together, forcing yourself to lock your gaze onto him as he spoke. “i ended up getting drunk and telling her everything that happened by accident.”

it’s okay, i already know. i already know, i already know. the words rang inside your head as you fought to say the words, but nothing was coming out. you did nothing wrong, it’s okay, it’s okay. there was so much hurt and betrayal lacing iwaizumi’s copper eyes that you feared anything you say (regardless if it was in his favor) would obliterate everything that just happened into dust. seriously, how bad would it sound telling a person that you were already aware of what they did? iwaizumi already had so many trust issues that you were treading on thin ice right now.

it really all came down to the question: do what’s right or do what’s easy?

right or easy, right or easy?

for years you have been choosing the easy route to undermine your problems. you always thought to yourself, if you had ignored the problem long enough, eventually it’ll all go away. it might have worked for the tiniest of things, but you should’ve known it would never work when you were fucking up other people’s lives from your own selfishness.

you didn’t want to be selfish anymore.

“we ended up sleeping together.”

you scrunched your brows in confusion, “what?”

did satomi lie then? did they actually sleep together?

“i-i don’t even remember how it all happened!” iwaizumi exclaimed in such urgency. he certainly didn’t want to make the gap between you two any bigger, “all i remember was that we kissed but before i knew it, i woke up to her in my bed but she was fully clothed.”

you sigh with a huff, trying to piece together the disarrayed parts together as you recalled bokuto’s words from last night, satomi doesn’t lie when it comes to sleeping around. the sentence wandering your thoughts as the boy before you continue to ramble. so maybe satomi didn’t lie after all, “listen, iwa—”

“you gotta believe me, (y/n), i didn’t mean to do it. when i said that i still love you the last time we texted i meant it—”

“haji, i said listen!” you huffed as you grabbed his arm. the sudden name change was enough to shut him up and possibly cause a surging red tint to his ears. you found it adorable, but you had to cut him some slack since you hadn’t called him that since high school. “last night i was with akaashi and bokuto.”

iwaizumi was already making a face before you could even start. “why were you with them?”

“just hear me out okay?” you pleaded.

he saw the aggression in your eyes and immediately shut up, nodding for you to continue.

“while i was with them, satomi texted us about everything that happened. she said that you guys only made out and didn’t do anything beyond that.” you explain, watching the slight relief softening his expression, “she ended up just sleeping over instead that’s why she was in your bed.”

you didn’t expect him to say anything when you finished your thought. it was a lot to sudden comprehend as you two just stood there waiting, swallowed up in your own thoughts.

“don’t blame yourself, okay?” you attempted to break the silence, “what satomi did was wrong.”

iwaizumi’s wandering gaze flickered back to you, fist curling up into a tight ball until his knuckles turned marble white. but as quickly as he felt the aching of his nail digging into his palm did he let go and let his shoulders drop. he sighs while he ran his hand through his tangled hair. he didn’t know what to say and the silence was punishing.

you parted your lips slightly as the words tickled your tongue. “this, um, might be too much to ask and you don’t have to say yes, but we need your help with something.”

“who’s we?”

“bokuto, akaashi, kaori, and the rest of my team.” you answer truthfully, “we’re trying to get satomi to face the consequences.”

iwaizumi nods, not hesitating for a second. “alright, i’ll do it.”

well that was easier than you thought.

you held back an amused laugh, hiding your smile behind your hand as you pull away from him. you made your way back to your kitchen as you had forgotten about your cup of tea from earlier.

“but...” iwaizumi trailed behind you as you sipped from your mug. “i was the one who made a move on her first.”

“oh,” you say. you definitely didn’t know about that small detail that sent ivy-like jealousy through your veins, “i mean... you were drunk so it makes sense.” you tried to justify without making your envy too obvious.

you turned away from him, fearing that he could see right through you.

“i kissed her thinking it was you,” he states.

your eyes widen then, slapping your cheeks that heated by the second. there was a grip around your swiftly beating heart, aching within your ribcage as you attempted to calm the roaring serendipities that threatened to bloom prematurely.

a composed sigh leaves you as you pull yourself together, turning back around to face iwaizumi with a meek smile. “cool,” you mused awkwardly as your brain search rapidly for a way to change the subject. iwaizumi moved closer to you, sending you into a mild panic, “have you had breakfast yet?” you asked out of the blue.

but before you could even fathom what he was doing, he cups your face between his hands and pulls you in.

your heart flutters and stops when iwaizumi pressed his lips against yours, soft and delicate as if you were the most fragile thing within his grasp. and you were. his touch against your jaw was light as it trailed down your neck. he could feel the raging ichor that soared through your veins like a wildfire while your hand that was splayed against his broad chest could feel the thumping of his heart against your own palm.

you pull away from him as he says, “no, i haven’t.” but it wasn’t to let him answer, rather, it was the thought that iwaizumi came second place again.

fun facts! —

yes. y/n did kiss both bokuto and iwaizumi within a span of a couple hours 💀 queen shit fr

after iwaizumi left, y/n immediately facetimed kaori and akaashi and told them what happened

it was definitely awkward between bokuto and iwaizumi when they saw each other, but it was harder to avoid satomi

(also by saying “iwaizumi came second place” means who was able to kiss y/n first not who won her feelings over)

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thoughts on free! s3? what do you think went wrong/right/what you wish it would’ve went etc

I could quite literally go on FOREVER about season 3 and y’know what you asked for it so I’m just gonna ramble until I feel good about it lmao.

Now first I have to say that I wholeheartedly love season 3 with the deepest passion in my bones. I genuinely didn’t think that we were ever going to GET a season 3 in the first place, so the fact that it exists is just... so meaningful to me as someone whose favorite franchise is Free! and someone whose life was saved by these dumbass swimmers. 

I will say that season 3 isn’t what I wanted from it. I wanted it to be centered on Nagisa, Rei, Gou, Sousuke, Ai, and Momo. I love Haru with my entire being but I really really REALLY wanted to see a series centered on the Iwatobi trio. They’re so underrated and I felt like they were lowkey sidelined in Eternal Summer so I wanted to see them shine and grow together in their third year. But of course Kyoani has just been setting them aside more and more as time has gone on so I feel like that was nothing but a hopeless dream lmao. I have a lot of headcanons and AUs about what went on with everyone who was still in Iwatobi while the rest of the gang was in Tokyo. The little bits that Kyoani gave us of them were beautiful, I will admit. Episode 11 is my FAVORITE episode of season 3. The fact that Rei WON A NATIONAL RACE??? Like, come on. I wish we could’ve seen the work that he put in to even be able to do that in the first place. That moment where he ponders what he’ll be doing after high school really gets to me too because I would love to know what the fuck he and the others are gonna do. I wish we could’ve seen the moments in their third year that led to whatever decisions they will make. I wanted to see the Iwatobi trio go through the absolute wringer together lmao. I wanted angst I wanted to see their journey that led them to where they are now. I wanted to see more of them growing with the new trio too. I wanted to learn more about Gou and Sousuke’s past through their interactions in her third year. If the season was longer I feel like they could’ve had it be half the Iwatobi arc and half the Tokyo arc, y’know what I mean?

Nonetheless, I love season 3 for what it was. I’m so beyond happy that they brought in Asahi, Ikuya, Natsuya, and Nao, you have no idea. The High Speed! characters hold such a special place in my heart. I wish Asahi would’ve had more of an arc/character development though, and I wish Nao was more included. I think Natsuya’s character arc was my favorite of the whole season. Seeing the trash traveling man that he had become and his interactions with Rin and Sousuke really stuck with me for some reason. And that line that he had when he was talking to Ikuya and fucking crying like, “a dream to fight for my strength and pride, plain and simple.” That shit fucked me up bro. We all meme about Natsuya a lot but I feel like there’s a lot of deeper shit there that’s yet to be explored. When we met Ryuuji I was genuinely convinced that he was Ikuya and Natsuya’s father because it would explain a lot about Natsuya’s behavior. A trash dad who wasn’t really there for his family and just kinda fucked off to travel the world training swimmers until he found one that met his expectations? That would’ve added so much to Natsuya and Ikuya’s background stories and their character arcs. Like can you imagine? Natsuya not initially going into professional swimming because the fact that his father LEFT to find a swimmer to train instead of training his own damn son because he didn’t see that potential in him??? Natsuya being inspired by Ikuya to work hard to prove their father wrong??????? Nao punching Ryuuji square in the nose the moment he sees him???????????? A fucking gold mine that Kyoani could’ve dove into, but no he’s related to Shizuru lmao. 

I could go on forever about Natsuya in season 3 cuz I just really, really loved his arc but I’m gonna keep rolling haha. Hiyori was probably the most unexpected thing from season 3 and I just... love him so much. Like his absolute snakey behavior gave me the same chills that that scene of Sousuke pushing Haru against a vending machine in episode 2 of Eternal Summer gave me. I LOVE that shit. The Free! antagonists just keep getting bitchier and bitchier lmao. I also relate to Hiyori on a deeper level. I too have been selfishly protective of my best friends in a way that... really just wasn’t the way to go. Like jeez Hiyori I understand how you feel but maybe let them talk to Ikuya at least once??? Chill with the possessiveness? Idk I know Hiyori is the source of a lot of discourse lol, but that’s just how I feel because of my own similar experiences with myself and others who’ve acted in a similar way. I do wish his beef at the other boys wasn’t solved by just fuckin... swimming with Haru lmfaoooooo. Like I wish they just would’ve added more to his conversation with Ikuya when he asked him to join the relay with him.

I was quite satisfied with Rin’s arc in season 3. It just like, made perfect sense to me I guess lmao. I know he wasn’t there much but I don’t know what else they could or should have done with him, if that makes sense. The fact that his coach is Ai’s uncle is just the best thing ever too lmao.

I was also very happy with Haru’s arc actually!! Seeing how much he has grown makes me feel like a proud mom. Ya boi is tired of the bullshit and the miscommunication haha. Of course I’ll always wish he didn’t go into pro swimming but alas, gotta deal with it I guess. I love his dynamic with Ryuuji and the way that he has dealt with pro swimming though. And his decision to go into the individual medley absolutely made me lose my mind. I didn’t know I needed to see him swim the other strokes until it happened and I just, I loved that so muchhh. 

I alsooooo enjoyed Ikuya’s arc. Seeing someone from your past again like that can 100% have that effect on you. I just kinda wish we understood more about like, why he just randomly faints while swimming sometimes? I feel like they didn’t solidly explain it? Cuz I don’t think it was always from overworking himself. Idk maybe I’m just a dumbass and remembering incorrectly.

Kisumi deserved better. YOU CAN’T TELL ME THIS BOY DOESN’T HAVE UNDERLYING ANGST THAT KYOANI HASN’T DELVED INTO. He gave us that line of “We’ll never make friends like the ones we had back then” and then him worrying about whether or not there was anything he could do to help with the Ikuya situation. This boy feels left out and you can’t tell me otherwise and it is 100% because of the fact that he’s not a swimmer. Someone give this boy a basketball team that he can experience that kind of bond with PLEASE. I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES!!!

Makoto also deserved better. Like, okay, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved his arc with the kids and Nao and all that. I love his new dream. BUT!!! Kyoani has yet to go into depth with his insecurities with Haru. I’m still not over that damn dream he had on that bus. All we got in season 3 was Makoto’s aNGSTY looks when it came to his relationship with Haru lmao. GIVE MAKOTO A BIGGER ROLE AND A BIGGER ARC DAMMIT. He’s one of the most popular characters I’m surprised his angst hasn’t been touched on more. This dumbass just needs to stop holding things in i SWEAR TO GAWD.

I thought the inclusion of Albert was kinda weird, dunno what the point of him is aside from making Haru shake in his bones. Kinjou is definitely interesting. He scares me lmao, but I am here for that. Give us an antagonist who is just absolutely unhinged at this point LMAO. I have some headcanons about him too but I feel like the new movie coming up is going to crush my dreams soooo yeah.

Isuzu is a goddess. I’m so happy she’s finally here and she has a name and a FACE. We learned that the Mikoshiba bros had a sister before we even knew that Momo existed lmao (Sei mentioned her in a drama cd from season 1). I almost thought they were never going to give her to us but she’s here and she’s beautiful and she’s everything that I wanted her to be. I’m so happy she thinks Gou is cute and that GOU LIKES HER and I just ugh yes thank you so much Kyoani I never expected that we’d actually get this but I’m so happy we have it. I hope she goes to Hidaka Uni and gets to race Haru like she wanted haha. And I’m so happy we got to see her swim! Our first in-anime female swimmer with a name. I love her.

Speaking of FEMALE SWIMMERS. Sighhhhhh.... My biggest disappointment. Aki Yazaki. Where is she? We deserve her!! I promise we do!! She was SUCH an important character in the High Speed! novels and kyoani decided that she just doesn’t exist anymore lmao (biggest reason why I’m not the biggest fan of the Starting Days movie). At this point I’ve lost hope that she’ll ever be included in the anime, and it makes me so sad. I love her so much and there’s so much potential for an amazing beautiful story arc with her if she reunited with the boys. I don’t think we’re going to get a season 4, (the new movie is scaring me making me think it’s the end of the series with the way it’s been advertised...) but if we DID get one I imagine it beginning with Haru walking through a snowy day, huddling close to himself to shelter from the cold, when he passes by a tall figure and catches a glimpse of familiar caramel hair with a loose little braid peeking out from behind one ear and a large scarf that has gotten quite messed up over years of wear and tear, a memory clicks in his mind like a light switch and he stops in his tracks to turn around and let a long forgotten name slip from his lips: “Yazaki Aki?” ... cue opening sequence. LIKE WOULDN’T THAT BE SO AMAZING???????? I WOULD FUCKING SHIT MYSELF OKAY YOU DON’T UNDERSTANDDDD. Aki is one of my favorite characters I’m so mad she wasn’t in season 3. I’m also mad that Satomi Nii wasn’t there either like!!! She would make a great trio with Ikuya and Hiyori that’s all I’m sayinggggg. I would probably start crying if either of them showed up at some point like genuinely I would just be a mess sobbing on the floor. ALSO I FEEL LIKE GOU AND ISUZU WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM LIKE PLS GIVE ME THE GIRLS THAT WE DESERVE!!!

The art style of season 3 was pretty good. The only thing that bothered me about it was how fucking WIDE the characters’ shoulders were sometimes. Especially with the big bois like Makoto and Sousuke. Like please god no stop that. I’m always gonna miss the art style from season 1 tho, the crazy expressions n shit that were there were just too GOOD lmao. I feel like in season 3 they kind of attempted to bring that back but it just wasn’t executed the same and done to the same extent. R.I.P. the comedy from season 1, it will be forever missed.

I love the opening and ending themes, always. So fucking good. I’m so happy all the characters were included in the end theme animation sequence. I’ll never get over Gou and her BEAUTY.

ANYWAYS. Those are my thoughts in the general sense. Idk if I forgot anything because I have so many thoughts that’re all unorganized haha. If anyone wants me to talk in more detail about anything specific I am soooooo down! Thank you for sending in this ask, talking about this show makes me happy hehe.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi.. Any movie au + abo?

What a great idea! I can’t wait to read some of these. - Anastasia

Curly Top by themagnificent_ME

(2/? I 2,476 I Not Rated I Sterek I Curly Top)

When omega Stiles Stilinski's parents die in a car crash, and the state takes away his younger brother, Isaac. Stiles is willing to do anything to stay with him. Including working as a drudge at the orphanage. Until one day a wealthy benefactor adopts both Isaac and him. Now he finds himself living under the care of their mysterious benefactors attorney, one Alpha Derek Hale and his uncle another Alpha, Peter Hale.

Safe Haven by FanGirl18

(1/1 I 6,104 I Mature I Sterek I Safe Haven)

Stiles is running from his abusive ex-boyfriend back home to his father with his new best friend Cora. What did Scott do to make Stiles hate him? Will Stiles open himself up to the equally damaged Derek? Will he find love? 

The lost city by UrbaneSunset

(2/? I 8,466 I General I Sterek I Atlantis)

Stiles is a lonely Omega who had dedicated his life to proving his late grandpa right. When the mysterious Mr. Parrish offers him just that, Stiles jumps at the chance. Who knows what he'll find.

tumescent by kellifer_fic

(1/1 I 9,316 I Teen I Sterek I 10 Things I Hate About You)

"I would have to want to date Derek for your plan to work," Stiles points out, secure in the knowledge that his logic is infallible and yes, he's had a pointless and soul-destroying crush on Derek for as long as he can remember but nobody knows that.

Waterworld by SuperfluousEmi, Winchesterek

(2/? I 10,952 I Explicit I Sterek I Waterworld)

In the future, the polar ice caps have melted and covered the earth with water. Dry land is a myth that people tell their children about when they put them to sleep. People live on floating communities called atolls and merchant ships.

Over centuries, mutations have evolved from the human race to allow for their survival in this post-apocalyptic world. Stiles is a mutation, an omega, living in this world. But Stiles has a secret. He knows where dry land is. Or, at least, he might know where dry land is. He's not sure if it's real, but he knows that's where he comes from and that his father is supposed to be there waiting for him. And he has a map that's supposed to tell him exactly where it is.

Enter Derek Hale, an Alpha mutation that has adapted to life fully on the water.

Stiles and Derek set out on a lifetime journey to find mythical dry land and dammit, Stiles can't help but be attracted to Derek and his intoxicating scent.

An Alpha Worth Fighting For by amazingpages

(3/? I 15,940 I Teen I Sterek I Mulan)

After totally screwing up in his mating ceremony, Stiles thinks finding a mate is the worst of his problems. As the Stilinski omega, it is his duty to carry on their bloodline, no matter how much he rebels against societal conventions and pack norms. But as news of the Alpha Pack invading California spreads, secrets and problems from the past begin to resurface, causing chaos within the districts. Stiles' troubles increase ten-fold when his father enlists to fight, despite his injured heart. So, Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands and take his father's place. By joining the war, he'll prove to his father and everyone else that omegas are useful for more than just mating and breeding. It’s the perfect plan.

Something in my heart told me I must have you by bohemian

(14/14 I 20,893 I Teen I Sterek I Breakfast at Tiffany’s)

Stiles is the omega never meant to be caged.

Derek loved him when he kept playing the same song in his guitar, loved him when he was another alpha's mate, loved him when he abandoned his life over and over again, and loved him when he tried to abandon the alpha as well.

To See With Eyes Unclouded by mikkimouse

(17/17 I 47,770 I Explicit I Sterek I Princess Mononoke)

Cursed by a dying god, Derek seeks help from the great wolf Satomi. She lifts the curse with a Bite, but Derek can never leave the forest, lest the curse return.

Taken in by Satomi's small pack, Derek finds himself learning more about the forest and navigating an antagonistic relationship with Stiles, Satomi's only human child.

But darkness encroaches at their borders as the humans of Irontown delve deeper into the forest in their quest for iron, and the bad blood between the wolves and the humans threatens to breach the point of no return.

And Derek may well be the only one who can pull them back from the brink.

Sink My Teeth Into You by groffiction

(25/? I 69,393 I Explicit I Sterek I Cutting Edge)

Derek Hale is one of the sexiest Alpha’s to be in the Werewolf Olympics, held every four years. Unfortunately after this last Olympics, getting only the silver medal, his partner bails on him. In need of a partner, and being a total stubborn Sourwolf about the whole prospect, his coach and uncle, Peter Hale decides to go in search of one by himself. He finds Stiles Stilinski, an Omega who just so happens to work as a Stripper at one of the best gay bars around town and gives the boy an offer he can’t refuse. Peter figures that the mouthy exotic dancer would be good for his nephew. However, what he didn’t intend were for both of the wolves to not only start hating eachother, but to also have enough sexual tension in their ire to melt the whole planet’s ice rinks.

War Crimes by loserchic

(69/69 I 81,240 I Mature I Sterek I GI Jane)

In a fantastical military state, Stiles, an orphaned nobody, street smart omega was rescued as a child by war hero alpha, Commander Derek Hale. Six years later, Stiles still maintains an obsession with taking care of himself and a blatant mistrust of alphas. Stiles becomes the first omega to be accepted into elite training with the Black Wolves, the military's special operations force. Derek has always intended to mate with Stiles and is furious at the idea of him entering training. However, Stiles' guardians only agree to allow Derek to mate with Stiles if he allows Stiles to attempt Black Wolves' training. Derek becomes Stiles' commanding officer and the war between them begins. Also a lot of fraternization.

[do-what-the-knight-tells-you]

Hey @halekingsourwolf, inspired by the discussion happening in your askbox, here’s my best recreation of the crazy crap that is Teen wolf timeline, esp re: events of Visionary, the Overlooked, and Alpha Pack. This got out of hand... but it’s kind of turned into my own personal headcanon/backstory for the series/manifesto. XD

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So in Visionary, after Deuc is ambushed and blinded by Gerard (who kills both all of his own hunters and all of Deuc’s pack who were with him), he is taken to the vet clinic. Deaton treats him. His last scene in that ep is Deaton unwrapping his eyes, telling him he’s blind. Deuc yells for everyone to leave him alone, gets them out of the room. One of his remaining betas stays. The man attacks him, and Deuc kills him, realising he can see with Alpha eyes. So whether he kills all his betas on Hale land, we don’t know, but probs not. But he does kill the first one and, it’s implied, is inspired to kill the rest.

 (My interpretation/headcanon is that it was initially self defense, his beta wanted the alpha power, and then maybe paranoia… I had a deaf dalmatian who was extremely aggressive and dominant, towards all other dogs. She always went for blood immediately, sometimes even if they were behaving what we thought was submissively. We believed it was a preemptive defensive thing, compensating for her hearing/the fact she was so easy to sneak up on. So Deuc maybe started like that, and then got to liking/having plans for that power.)

 310/The Overlooked: Jennifer canonically says, referencing the day Kali attacked her/was killing her/their pack, that the Nemeton’s power had been gone for years “But a few months earlier, something happened… Something that gave it a spark… The sacrifice of a virgin.”

 So “canonically” (for what that’s worth), it was, indeed, just a few months between the pack peace meeting/Deuc’s blinding/paige’s death and Kali killing her pack/Jennifer being attacked.

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So my headcanon/interpretation:

 Kali, Ennis, and Deuc all had packs near-ish Beacon Hills (how large are territories? Calif is big… “near” could be hundreds of miles or ten). The distillery where Derek/paige make out/the ambush happens is “just outside beacon hills” according to Peter and is canonically the same one where hunters execute the Beta of Ennis’ who killed someone, thereby inciting the conflict. (if the distillery is “just outside” Hale territory as well as Beacon Hills, maybe that’s why Derek picked it as a secret makeout spot-- someplace his parents/pack didn’t regularly patrol, and would be less likely to see/find/smell anything and give him shit for it)

 So maybe Ennis’ territory bordered/ended a few miles from Hale territory on the side where the distillery is. Kali’s borders the preserve/part of the preserve/ nemeton side. Deuc’s is a little further away, but still “near”. Tensions are rising, so all the California packs/nearby packs convene in well-respected Hale territory to negotiate with the local hunters/Argents. Maybe Deuc’s territory being a little further away is part of why he was so optimistic about the meetup-- he hadn’t been dealing with those particular hunters as much.

 Canon events go down. Canonically it is stated/implied (by Peter) that Ennis bit Paige: 1. as a favor to Derek (or Peter), 2. to get into Talia’s good graces (or possibly “back into” because it was a rogue member of his pack that started the incident with the hunters, and did it in/near Hale territory, hence distillery being the site of the execution, again, maybe because it was in an easement between territories), and 3. because he wanted another pack member to replace the one the Hunters killed (also maybe implying his pack was close, since her being in his pack presumably wouldn’t make it harder for her to date a member of Talia’s… and maybe even further strengthening the bond between his  & Talia’s packs/his standing with Talia, through that relationship esp if it stayed/got serious ala marriages of state. XD I would not put it past Peter to have implied such things when he approached Ennis about biting Paige in the first place )

 So Talia’s had a really shit week. A bunch of Alphas and packs who respected her met on her land to negotiate with a hunter clan who they were in at least a truce with… and now there’s been an incident and no one but the two men who survived, neither of whom is 100% trustworthy/sane now, nor trusted/respected by “the other side”, can say why a shitton of hunters and werewolves are dead. Additionally a human child/teenager was bitten and had to be mercy-killed, her young teenage son and foolish/slippery brother are tied up in that (specifically, her kid has now had a massive trauma they all have to deal with), and the Alpha who survived the mess was permanently blinded and immediately (as I’m sure it was played, and isn’t necessarily untrue) was forced to kill one of his remaining Betas who tried to take the alpha power/rank while he was debilitated.

 At some point in the few months that follow, the packs that used to border her and be her allies, are killed. And because she did nothing about it, I’m going to say she didn’t know the truth about why they were dying. Maybe the alphas are framing hunters, maybe hunters are actually waging war against Alphas. Maybe both of those.

 I’m going to say that Kali/Jennifer/nemeton/Darach goes down while Talia’s still alpha, before Kate. I’m going to say that because of the fact that Jennifer seems to have fled to Hale territory, and the Nemeton, but was surprised that the Nemeton wasn’t dead… so if it wasn’t the Nemeton she was seeking, what was it? I would say protection from the best respected/ last intact pack in the area and/or their Emissary/Deaton.

 Jennifer turing up mangled in their territory/ in the Beacon Hills Hospital… Maybe that was the moment Talia put together what was going on for sure. Maybe Jennifer even said as much when she regained consciousness in the Hospital or something.

 So then Talia knew the shape of the fight she was about to have.

 And perhaps her distraction over that, over pack politics and hunter politics and alpha packs and mangled emissaries is why she doesn’t notice Derek and Kate.

 And Kate was Gerard/the shitty Argents’ ace in the hole/ back up plan/something. Because Talia had been too honest or calm or smart or something to be flipped by their usual methods, and she was too respected by too many people (including, like, Satomi, who is presumably one plot of territory over, though secretive as hell) to be attacked, thinned out outright.

 But Talia’s unbelievably distracted, and she never sees Kate coming (never expected that she would have to defend her children from adults sexually exploiting them. Especially teachers which, thanks to her super-creepy crack to Allison about wanting to substitute-teach to be able to ogle the hot teenage boys, I think fandom has mostly assumed/agreed that’s how she got access to Derek in the first place. As his substitute teacher. Happily adding that abusive power dynamic on to the whole mess.)

 And maybe the Alpha pack had wanted Talia (or Peter, ooh, I like that) as one of them or on their side before they took out the Argents… so maybe in that power vacuum (and with Derek, Laura, and the Hale Alpha power fled to New York), they decide they are going to retreat and build strength for a while. Why fight the Argents when they can do literally anything else.

 This explains why we/the viewers/Stiles/Scott/the gang are so surprised about there being so many packs. Perhaps that was normal, that kind of every-hundred-miles-a-new-pack thing, but then hunters and the alpha pack wiped out a massive chunk of the werewolf population in the northern California area… and If werewolf packs are all usually as traditional/methodical/slow as everyone seems to imply, it would take a long time for them to expand to fill the void, especially if there was a stigma/fear around the events that took out all those packs, and especially since there were still a few of the highly-respected Hales alive, even if they weren’t in their traditional territory at the time.

 And it especially makes sense too if there’s a shorter window between the Kate Shit and Laura and Derek coming back… like six years or whatever (using Derek’s “fake” ID having him born in 88, and S1 happening in 2011). That’s really not a lot of time for other supes to fill a space that size… hence the rise in activity the further into the series we get/the stronger the nemeton gets. There’s still a vacuum being filled.

 So yeah, Teen wolf wiki has Deuc being blinded in fall of ‘03, right after Derek turns 15, Jennifer happening in spring of ‘04, and then Kate and the death of the Hales happening in January of ‘05 (referencing the webisode that suggests it went down during the Wolf moon, which was Jan 25 in ‘05, claiming that born wolves have massive reunions/celebrations for that full moon every year, thus explaining why everyone was together), right after Derek turns sixteen… so it would have been just over six years since all that, when S1 starts.

 But Peter’s comment is just that Derek was a Sophomore, and 15. While there are always exceptions, most folks I knew in California school systems, if they had a fall birthday, turned fifteen during their Freshman year. So I posit the timeline: Derek is 15 at the beginning of his Sophomore year, ‘03, when He and Paige start up. The shit with Deuc and the alphas and Paige’s death happens that fall, Derek has the shittiest sixteenth birthday, and Kate starts preying on him while he is exceptionally vulnerable that next semester (there’s probably some bullying/blowback/ostracization from his peers to deal with, if only because of his changed behavior, let alone any connections anyone has drawn to Paige’s disappearance and death, not to mention his mother’s distraction with pack politics and hunters, and him having gone from top-of-the-world to fuck-all self-esteem wise… plus, y’know, crushing grief and guilt). Kali attacks Jennifer that spring (2004), Talia is even more preoccupies there, and Kate makes her move sometime before the end of the semester, since Derek and Laura were presumably at a school function/practice/etc instead of home when the fire happened. This also Lets Derek and Laura be two years apart in school if she’s a senior, which I like better. Also lets her graduate (although, what a shit-show that probably was. Holy shit). And then it’s a full seven-years-and-a-summer before they come back and S1 starts (which would make him 23 when we meet him, instead of 22) (or, if you prefer, move all the years up one, duec attacked in 04, jennifer dies in 05, shorter time Derek and Laura were gone… or make Derek younger, make Paige happen his freshman year when he is 14/15, and Kate happen either that spring/summer he’s 15 or during his sophmore year, maybe, at 15/16).

 This ignores the webisode/Wolf moon breadcrumb, which attempted to explain why all the Hales were gathered together, but unless it was, like, a lunar eclipse, which it was not, why would they have been inside the house, instead of out running with the moon? I would expect a moon celebration to involve, y’know, being under the moon.

 I would argue that there doesn’t need to be a reason that they were gathered, at least, not beyond the fact that there were lots of dangerous things happening in the territory at that time. Maybe it was just a meeting to deal with that. Maybe it was a pretty regular occurrence, during times of strife like that, and so it was predictable. Hell, maybe they were in the house planning something for Laura’s graduation??? This is also suggesting that they didn’t all live there???

 However, if anybody digs the Lunar eclipse theory, I kind of went nuts with it over here....

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 Points of confusion still for me:

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 Why is Gerard in charge of the Matriarchal Argent family? My best guess is that Victoria is the actual Matriarch, until such time as she decides Kate is worthy, or Allison is ready. Perhaps Gerard and Kate are delegated to Beacon Hills while Chris and Victoria (and little Allison) are managing things Elsewhere, since Allison has never, as far as we know, been to Beacon Hills before. Perhaps bitterness about not being in charge officially, and maybe being outside the line of succession, is part of what drives Kate and Gerard’s unique take on the hunter manifesto.

@sixspades / @satisfythosethrills suggested an alternate power tier, though, Where Gerard’s wife was such a powerful matriarch, so committed and impressive, that when she passed/was killed he just kind of stepped in as regent (Feeling it was his duty to pass on all that knowledge and experience they had which she didn’t have an opportunity to teach everyone herself) in the aftermath and never really gave up that position.  He maintains power out of respect/the belief that he is doing things the way she would have done them, even as his own hatred of Werewolves begins to skew his interpretation of/adherence to their rules. 

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 Where is Satomi? (other than “nowhere, because they didn’t make her up yet”) My best guess is her territory was traditionally (assuming they weren’t completely nomadic, which I would accept) just far enough away that she wasn’t involved in  the initial mess with the hunters, and/or her pack is secretive enough to have stayed off their radar, and powerful/incorruptible enough to not be a good target for the Alpha pack. Maybe she would have come to the aid of the Hales, and maybe not, but in the end… events in BH were too rapid and it was too late.

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Peter's actual age? If he has a kid Stiles' age (regardless of who that kid is or was intended to be), by this timeline, the kid's gotta be, like, eight when all this is happening (using teen wolf wikia’s timeline, Jackson would have been 9 at the time, in order for him to be old enough to drive his Porsche in S1) So Peter is probs not the nineteenish-year-old he makes himself out to be in the re-telling. Since he would have to have had a kid at 10. I like the idea that that is part of why Talia took his memories of his child, though. If he was young, a teenager (fathering a kid at 13-17 puts him at 22-26 during the Visionary flashbacks), and she felt he was unable to manage that situation… and if neither Derek nor Laura knew, since they would have been <10 when it happened, once the older pack members died, the knowledge was lost. (unless Deaton knew. Bet me Batman, Deaton knew)

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The desert wolf stuff??? I’m just going to put a pin in, since I haven’t watched all of that yet, I don’t think.

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Why no one is suspicious of Kate? As far as we know, she was not directly involved in the events leading to Gerard’s attack on Deucalion… but unless she was going under an assumed name, the Hale pack ought to have known she was an Argent and automatically been keeping an eye on her. Similarly, what kind of story must she have spun Derek, what kind of lies must she have told? Either to keep him from learning she was an Argent/hunter, or to persuade him she loved him and was trustworthy anyway.

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(of course the actual answer to most of these questions is that certain creators/writers/showrunners couldn’t be arsed to be consistent... but that’s not a very fun answer. ;)  It just means missed opportunities that we can fill. Case in point: killing off all the female members of a “matriarchal power structure” so it can just be about old white dudes anyway. Six suggested writing in/casting Gerard’s wife, instead of Gerard, the sweet old lady with steel underneath... and you can see how twisted Kate could be that way, how twisted and terrifying they could be together... uuuugh I’m in love with that idea...)

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Thoughts, feelings, opinions? Anybody? Bueller?

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

Baby

Sterek A-Z Challenge: Baby

Stiles stood just beyond the door, eyes closed while he massaged his temples, struggling to keep his anger in check. Scott was shifting his weight beside him, and Stiles was almost willing to bet he was a little nervous.

Letting out a slow breath, and somehow managing to not completely lose it, he opened his eyes. Dropping his hands back to his sides, he shifted his gaze to Scott.

“So let me get this straight,” he said slowly, trying to be as calm as possible. “You and Derek went out without bringing backup to track a magic user.”

“Yup.”

“You caught up to them, managed to immobilize them, and seal away their powers.”

“Yup.”

“During the sealing process, there’s actually a spell coded into the sealing that effectively erases select parts of the magic user’s memory, so once it’s complete, they have no idea who they are or what they did.”

“Yup.”

“But a split second before that happened, Derek got hit by some kind of magical spell.”

“Yup.”

“Right. And you called me here to deal with this instead of Deaton because…” He trailed off, giving Scott the opportunity to fill in the end of that hanging sentence.

“Well, Deaton’s kind of out of town right now.”

“So, naturally, the next most qualified person is me. Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?”

They both turned back to Derek when there was the loud slap of a hand against the ground. The fully grown man was sitting in the middle of the floor with his jean-clad legs splayed and toys strewn haphazardly around him. He was scowling at the pair of them, as if offended they weren’t giving him their undivided attention.

Reaching out two large hands, he made nonsensical noises and began opening and closing his fists towards them, imitating a child doing the “grabby hands” motion.

Stiles turned to level Scott with a murderous glare. At least Scott looked like he felt guilty about it, but he wasn’t the one who stepped forward. Muttering curses under his breath and hoping Derek picked up all his bad habits, he stomped across the floor and crouched in front of the giant baby-man.

Literally. Derek’s brain seemed to have reverted to childhood.

“What?” he asked, rather harshly. The anger he felt almost immediately vanished when he saw the startled look on Derek’s face. Then it slowly shifted, lower lip trembling and eyes watering. “No! No, no, no! No, it’s okay!” Stiles fell onto his butt beside Derek and grabbed a toy at random. “Look at the fun little duckie! Look at the duckie! Let’s play with Duckie!”

Derek sniffed loudly, and his lower lip was still trembling, but at least he hadn’t started bawling. He reached out one hand for the toy Stiles was playing with and began to make quacking noises. When he squeezed it too hard, the toy let out a loud squeak, which seemed to delight Derek because he began squeezing it over and over to continue the obnoxious noise.

“We got him dog toys,” Scott said in answer to Stiles’ inquiring look. The expression that followed showed he wasn’t impressed. “We panicked!” Scott insisted.

“Do you know anything about taking care of a baby?”

“No, that’s why I called you.”

Right. That again. How could he have forgotten?

Sighing, Stiles reached out for another toy, wiggling it in front of Derek in hopes he would find that one more entertaining. He grabbed at it, but discarded it quickly when it became clear it didn’t squeak. He returned to Duckie, whom Stiles now considered a mortal enemy.

Derek twisted around awkwardly until he was on his knees beside Stiles, then he started crawling into his lap, almost sending the smaller man sprawling at the sheer size of him.

“Whoa! Okay! Getting crushed, here! Scott. Scott!”

His supposed rescuer was too busy laughing and taking pictures while Derek settled himself in Stiles’ lap. Derek’s ass was planted on Stiles’ upper thighs, sitting horizontally and staring at Duckie while he made the toy squeak. Stiles was not amused, and positive his legs would fall asleep in no time.

“A little help?” Stiles demanded.

Scott took two more pictures before pocketing his phone and moving over to the pair of them. He grabbed Derek under the armpits and started to lift him off Stiles when he screamed.

It startled Scott so badly that he dropped him back on top of Stiles, Derek beginning to cry and clinging to Stiles’ shirt. The two younger men shared a look and all the blood drained from Stiles’ face.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

The grin that slowly crept across Scott’s face suggested he wasn’t. “You’re his mommy.”

“Say that again, Scotty, and I’ll murder you.” Stiles pointed an angry finger at his friend, ignoring the man twice his size attempting to curl into a ball on top of him, hands clutching at his shirt desperately while he continued to cry.

“This is hilarious. I mean, it’s terrible and we need to fix this, but it’s hilarious.”

“Can’t you call Deaton or something?” Stiles demanded, one hand moving to rub at Derek’s back when the crying began to grow in volume. The soothing circles he was making along the other’s covered skin seemed to slowly calm him down. Obviously he wasn’t being taken away from his “mommy” so he was calming down somewhat.

“I can try again, but he hasn’t answered the last ten times I’ve called.”

“What about Argent? He’s run across weird things before, he’s gotta have something to help us out with.”

Scott shook his head. “Chris is visiting Isaac. He’s been radio-silent for days. Probably wants to enjoy a real vacation, for once.”

“Well, we have to do something!” Stiles insisted. “My legs are going to fall off if he stays there all night. And I don’t change diapers!”

“Well, there’s one person we can try,” Scott said, rubbing the back of his head. “Satomi could probably help. Maybe. If she’s willing.”

Stiles stared at Scott while Derek began to play with two of his toys in his own lap. Duckie was currently bouncing and squeaking up a storm around another toy that Stiles decided to dub Hammy. It was a hamburger-shaped toy that, thankfully, did not squeak.

“Beg if you have to,” Stiles said. “I’m serious. He can’t stay like this.”

Scott still looked amused, but he promised to do what he could and left the loft, leaving Stiles alone with a giant baby.

Literally!

That was going to stop being funny soon.

Stiles didn’t know what to do. He’d babysat before—he was a poor, desperate teenager, of course he’d babysat—but this was different. For one thing, all those kids had been kids, not babies, so it was easier to entertain them.

For another thing, they were freaking kids! None of them were grown men with their minds wiped clean! He couldn’t even pick Derek up if he wanted to, and he was really concerned about his legs.

Not to mention it was very difficult for him to enjoy the man he was painfully attracted to sitting in his lap playing with dog toys and seeming thoroughly thrilled by them. He was still squeaking Duckie, but at least Hammy was helping to keep Stiles sane for the moment.

And then he hit Hammy against the ground and it squeaked.

Derek and Stiles both froze.

“Oh no,” Stiles said.

With good reason, apparently, because a second later Derek was hitting Hammy repeatedly against the floor, forcing it to squeak over and over, while still squeezing Duckie in his other hand.

Stiles had to wonder if this was punishment for how annoying he always was. Not that he was annoying on purpose, but maybe this was some higher power going, “See? See this? This is how annoying you are! Have a taste of your own medicine, Stiles!”

He was still contemplating what he may have done to anger someone upstairs when Derek let out what was unmistakably a giggle of glee.

There was once a time Stiles thought he would’ve loved to hear Derek giggle, because it would be the most hilarious things in the world. Now that he’d actually heard it, he wanted to find his former self and hit him in the head. Preferably with a bat, so as to ensure he didn’t ever have any stupid ideas of this nature ever again.

Because Derek giggling was not hilarious, or adorable.

Derek giggling was terrifying.

Giggling should not be coming out of Derek. That was just not cool. This whole thing was not cool.

He managed to sit there for an additional three minutes before deciding he couldn’t do it anymore. He was losing feeling in his legs, and his entire body was vibrating with the need to do something.

“Okay, buddy. Come on. Up we get.” It was hard coaxing Derek off him without being able to pick him up, but he eventually grabbed Duckie from his hand and threw it across the room. He’d been hoping for Derek to act like a dog, for whatever reason, and chase it across the room.

Instead, Derek started crying. And not cute, silent crying. It was gross, loud sobbing.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! Look! Look at Hammy! Here’s Hammy, Hammy squeaks!” He held Hammy up and squeezed it hard to make it squeak. That earned him Derek slapping the toy out of his hand.

He was positive he now had broken fingers, pain sparking through his hand. He bit back a curse, not wanting Derek to pick up any bad language because everyone would know who he’d gotten it from. The last thing he needed was for Deaton to show up and insist he was corrupting a vulnerable Derek.

Though to be fair, he was sitting on him while being twice his size and had probably just broken his hand, so a little swearing shouldn’t be a big deal.

He didn’t know if a part of Derek was still aware in there, or if maybe his Werewolfness was providing some guidance, but after about a minute, Derek’s sobs turned into quiet hiccups and his red-rimmed eyes were locked on Stiles’ hand.

Derek had probably smelled pain, or whatever other weird emotions wolves could apparently smell. He was staring at Stiles as if he knew he’d hurt him, but didn’t fully understand what that meant.

Stiles was just happy he’d stopped crying. Though he was still crushing his legs, but one victory at a time.

It was a battle, but he managed to coax Derek off him, the older man rolling slightly on the floor before getting on his hands and knees and making his way across the floor towards where Duckie was. Stiles stood and shook out his legs, then went to run cold water over his aching hand.

He knew the exact moment Derek had located the toy, because the squeaking started up again.

This was ridiculous! Derek couldn’t stay like this, they had to fix him!

“Calm down,” he insisted to himself, shutting off the water and clenching his hand into a fist. It still hurt, but it obeyed his movements, so it probably wasn’t broken. That was a relief, he needed that hand. “Deaton or Satomi or Argent will figure this out, and they’ll fix it. Derek will go back to being a giant, grumpy Werewolf and I can go back to pining in peace without him crawling all over my lap.”

Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he closed his eyes, took a moment to compose himself, then turned and headed over to where Derek was playing with Duckie. He picked up another toy on his way there, then sat down cross-legged in front of him and began to play with him.

It was fun for a little while, because Stiles was very much a kid at heart, but Derek wouldn’t stop squeaking the stupid duck and Stiles wished he hadn’t picked the damn toy up first! But, what was done was done, so he tried to make the best of it.

He checked his phone periodically for a message from Scott, but Derek was extremely unhappy when Stiles wasn’t giving him his full attention so he tried to minimize checking it.

So, they played, Stiles made Derek some food—probably not the most nutritious since he had to be careful what it was—and then had deemed it late enough for a child to go to bed. Getting him ready for that was not an experience Stiles was particularly happy about.

First of all, he’d had to haul Derek around the apartment, which was virtually impossible without Derek’s assistance. Thankfully, he seemed to think Stiles was playing a game and ended up going where Stiles wanted him to. The only upside was that Derek seemed to remember general potty training, because he hadn’t shit or pissed himself, which was a huge relief.

“You know,” Stiles said, breathing hard and wincing while holding his side, staring down at Derek who was happily sitting on the toilet with his pants and boxers around his ankles, “when I told people I wanted to worship your dick, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Figured he’d get to see Derek’s cock and it was while helping him sit down to take a piss. Story of his life, really.

They got Derek finished up in the bathroom and Stiles washed his hands thoroughly, even though there had been minimal touching of the dick. He wasn’t disgusted about it, it was just weird to know that he was seriously attracted to someone who was currently a child in his head.

Getting Derek into bed had been even harder than getting him to the bathroom. He seemed to understand the concept of bedtime, and turned into a little shit.

Well, a giant shit, given he was huge and all.

He had quickly realized Stiles couldn’t move him without help, so he’d planted his ass on the ground and began throwing a tantrum whenever Stiles tried to drag him across the floor to the bed. Eventually, he gave up and just turned off the lights, throwing a spare blanket over Derek’s shoulders.

Stiles himself wasn’t going to sleep on the floor, so he took his jeans off and climbed into bed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep with the uncomfortable pants, but he’d kept his shirt and underwear on, getting beneath the covers and resting his head on the pillow.

It wasn’t his pillow, so he doubted he’d get much sleep, but he was damn well going to try.

Or, he’d been about to, until Derek started crying again. It was the gross sobbing once more and Stiles wanted to bang his head repeatedly against something. Sighing explosively, he threw the blankets off himself and wandered over to where Derek was huddled on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, crouching in front of him. “What’s the matter?”

Derek just kept crying, looking between Stiles and the bed.

“Do you wanna go to bed?”

He didn’t know why he was asking, because Derek’s brain was a baby’s and he wouldn’t understand, but he was surprised when Derek wiped at his nose with one hand and nodded, still crying but refraining from the gross sobbing.

“Really? You’re gonna behave and come to bed?”

A sniffle and another nod.

“Okay, let’s go then.” He was about to try and grab at him to help drag him across the floor but Derek slowly stood on shaky legs, holding the spare blanket in one hand, and shuffled towards the bed, holding the bottom of Stiles’ shirt with the other.

Frowning, Stiles just let himself be lead, waiting for Derek to crawl onto the bed and get under the covers. The spare blanket had been dropped on the floor, as if it had been dragged to the bed unintentionally.

Shrugging, Stiles got beneath the covers once more and pulled the blankets over them. Before he could even start to get comfortable, Derek curled into his side, attempting to turn himself into a ball against Stiles.

For a few seconds, Stiles did nothing more than lie there with his right arm awkwardly above his head. Deciding it was too uncomfortable, he lowered it to Derek’s back carefully and rubbed it soothingly.

He was fairly certain Derek had fallen asleep, which was a good thing, but now Stiles was stuck lying in bed, without the ability to do anything. If he moved, he risked waking up Derek.

Sighing, he turned and attempted to reach out his other hand, straining and shifting as little as possible until his fingers touched the edge of his pants. Managing to get them up onto the bed with a silent cheer of triumph, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it for messages.

Still nothing.

Sighing, he opened one of his apps and began playing a game one-handed, the other still rubbing smooth circles on Derek’s back. When his battery began to die, he set the phone down on his stomach and stared at the ceiling. When he felt sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness, he tried to let it take him, but it still took an extra hour or so.

He was startled awake with a snore when he felt his phone vibrate against his stomach, a little annoyed at being woken since it would take him forever to fall asleep again. Grabbing at it, he lifted it and swiped the bottom to check his messages.

It was from Scott, finally, and he opened it to read.

His blood ran cold instantly.

[Scott] Sorry it took so long, but good news! [Scott] Satomi and I were still looking through some of her books when Deaton called [Scott] I explained the gist of what happened, and he said that those spells are used to incapacitate someone for a momentary period of time [Scott] He said that the spell usually lasts only a few hours, and that Derek should’ve been about three or four years old mentally after about two hours. [Scott] Given it’s been almost nine, Deaton said he should be completely back to normal by now.

Stiles slowly turned his head to regard to slumbering Werewolf beside him. His expression was peaceful, and unguarded. This was probably the most relaxed Derek had ever been in his life since the fire.

He really didn’t want to still be there when adult Derek woke up, but any movement on his part risked him waking up. Still, he had to try, because no way was he going to stay there after what they’d just been through! What if Derek didn’t remember what had happened and wondered why Stiles was in his bed?

Or worse: what if he did remember?!

Why had Stiles said anything about his dick aloud?!

He was still debating whether or not he should risk leaving when the body beside his shifted. He tensed instantly, Derek’s eyes blinking open slowly. He seemed to take a second to recognize where he was and who he was against, but Stiles knew when he’d figured it out because he tensed almost as much as Stiles.

Lowering his gaze, he caught Derek’s eye and the two of them stared at one another in a long, uncomfortable silence.

“Tell anyone about what happened, and I’ll make you wish you’d never met me.”

“Are you asking me, me, Stiles Stilinski, to lie?” Stiles tried to downplay his terror at discovering Derek remembered it all by joking.

It backfired.

“If you don’t want me to tell Scott you want my dick, you’re going to keep what happened tonight to yourself.”

Silence for a moment.

“Fair.”

“Good. Now lie still, I’m trying to sleep.”

And then Derek settled against him once more and closed his eyes, Stiles’ mouth opening to say something before realizing he had no idea what to say.

His heart slammed against his ribcage, but Derek didn’t comment on it. He just kept his cheek pressed against Stiles’ chest and seemed to attempt to go back to sleep.

Stiles felt like Derek made a lot more sense as a baby. At least the baby talked to him, even if most of it was nonsensical.

He was definitely not getting any sleep tonight.

END.