#Lydia honey you can do so much better than this asshole

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Rory: Gaslights Lydia repeatedly, proposes to her AT HER FATHER’S FUNERAL, wants her to marry him in TWO DAYS, pressures/guilts her into saying yes, invites a shit-ton of influencers when she insisted on it being a small, private affair, and admits that he never believed in her or loved her for herself, just her bank account.

Me:

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Steo

Characters: Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski, Original Male Character

Warnings: None

Prompt: Roommates to lovers. There's a clingy date that won't leave, so their roommate helps them out. @realityescapee01

Words: 1586

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Now it's My Problem

There’s only so much that Theo can do to distract himself. He’s tried reading this new book that he bought. He’d seen so much content about it on social media, it had to be good, right? Well, fucking wrong. The coyote has never regretted buying something so much in his life. It was supposed to be some hellhound love story. Yes, he has a weak spot for spicy romance novels, he grew up with an older sister and his mother, can you blame him? It started off great, but it just couldn’t hold his focus and only got worse.

So Theo moved onto the next best thing; video games. Not even Kratos or Aloy could keep him from bouncing his leg in irritation. The Valkyries and Thunderjaws wiped the ground with him in a matter of seconds. It sucked. The chimera is much better at gaming than this. He’d even considered streaming at one point, he’s that good. His last hour of playtime suggests otherwise. 

He’s distracted, he can’t help it! 

Why is he so distracted and irritated? He didn’t beat Stiles home today. Stiles Stilinski, his roommate. A tall, mole speckled boy with honey eyes and dark brown hair. He’s fucking gorgeous with his cupid’s bow lips and the way he’s started filling out his flannels from working out with Theo. He’s captain of the college’s football team and Stiles wanted to bulk up since he doesn’t play lacrosse anymore. 

The coyote promised he wouldn’t fall for the other guy and well, he did. After learning about all the supernatural bullshit Stiles survived during highschool and how he’s still incredibly strong, Theo didn’t stand a chance. They’ve been living together since their second term. The two became fast friends after being paired up as lab partners in biology. Once both of them were past the point of having to live on campus, they split their money to get a place close by. 

It is very much their place in every sense of the word. They both picked out the furniture, with the help of the only friend from back home Stiles still has; Lydia. The banshee has great taste, Theo can agree with that. But they’ve both hung posters and artwork on the walls. The bookshelves are mixed with both of their books. And there’s a mixture of both of their figures decorating the empty spaces. It’s their fucking place. 

So why, why is Stiles out on a date with some dickhead named Jason? 

Probably because Theo didn’t man the fuck up and tell the human how he really feels. Like an idiot. He’s aggravated because he tried to beat Stiles home so that he wouldn’t go on this stupid date to begin with. But closing up the coffee shop took forever and the coyote got home late. Stiles was already gone. Now he just has to hope that the date is a disaster or that Jason sucks. Well, not too badly. He doesn’t want Stiles’ night to be completely ruined or him to be in danger from some asshole. 

Just something that will make it easier for him to let Stiles know that he’s an option. 

Hell, Theo might just tell him anyway, even if the date did go well. Theo’s wanted him for far too long to have not said anything and he’s going to kick himself for that for a little while now. Stiles should be his. Blame his possessive nature on his coyote if you want to, Theo doesn’t really care. He’s certainly Stiles’ whether the human knows it or not.

“Thanks for walking me up,” Stiles says from the front door, closing it behind him. “Do you want a drink or something before you go?” Theo hears the human’s keys clink on the counter. 

“It’s no problem at all,” Jason responds. Ew, Theo can hear the smile in his words. It’s sickening. “I was hoping we could watch a movie or something? You know, hang out a bit more?” 

Ball’s in your court now, Stiles. 

“Oh, uh,” a glass tinks in the cupboard, “it’s pretty late.” The coyote looks at his phone, it’s barely even nine thirty. Stiles won’t even be laying in bed for at least another three plus hours. “I have an early shift at the library tomorrow.” No he doesn’t. Stiles has the day off tomorrow. 

“Come on,” Jason nearly whines. God, could you be any more pathetic? Not that Theo isn’t a pining mess over Stiles either. Guess he can’t really blame the guy too much. Regardless, Stiles said no. “Please?”

The coyote gets up from his bed and opens his bedroom door. Maybe this guy seeing that Stiles isn’t alone will help in his favor. 

The cupboard closes and Stiles sighs, “no. I should really call it a night.” The human’s eyes fall on him, but he doesn’t say anything. Only offers an apologetic smile, showing very obvious disinterested body language. He’s got the island separating them and his arms are crossed. 

“I thought we had a good time?” Jason tries again, maneuvering around the island, clearly not noticing the way Stiles tries to inch away. Theo bites away a growl. “I just want to spend more time together.” 

Stiles flicks his eyes to Theo again, whether the plea in them is imagined or not, he’s unsure. But the coyote is going to take it as one. “Considering it’s my house too, I’d like to actually get some sleep. Not listen to him turn you down a bunch of times.” 

Jason looks shocked when he turns to face Theo. His black curls whipping wildly around his face. “This has nothing to do with you, dude.” Dark brown eyes narrow at him in what Theo assumes is meant to be threatening. This guy has no idea what he’s dealing with. “Stiles wants me here.” 

“Dude,” Theo chuckles, “you having a hard time with the word no?” The coyote takes a step closer, fully prepared to step in if he has to. “He’s clearly not interested. So get the fuck out before it becomes my problem.” 

“He’s my date, not yours,” Jason says, curling his arm around Stiles’ waist and trying to pull him close. His roommate couldn’t look more uncomfortable if he tried. 

And now it’s his problem. “You know the only reason he went on a date with you in the first place, right?” Theo squares his shoulders, coming off as menacing as possible without letting the coyote run free. 

“Because he likes me?” 

Stiles squirms his way out of Jason’s arm, face scrunched, seeking solace with the coyote. Something Theo is always willing to give him. He even reaches his own arm out to help him get away, the human clings to his side, clutching his arm. 

Theo laughs, fully belly laughs. “Not even close dude. He went out with you because he thought I didn’t like him. But I do.” Stiles was in the middle of trying to put himself behind Theo and is now frozen, fingers gripping the coyote’s bicep, with a look of utter shock on his face. Muttering a soft what? “Had I gotten home before you left, I’d have convinced you not to go.” 

“I- I didn’t know,” Stiles all but whispers. The coyote doesn’t need to hear the unspoken words, he knows Stiles well enough. That if he had, he wouldn’t have gone either. 

“I know you didn’t, kitten,” Theo says, curling the human under his arm, fully confident that Stiles won’t push him away or stop him. The scent from him when the coyote called him kitten only proves his point. Jason fake gags at the name. Fuck him. “I should’ve said something sooner and I’m sorry I didn’t.” The coyote brushes his finger along Stiles’ chin, “Is it okay that I’m saying it now at least?” 

“Absolutely,” Stiles says breathlessly, wrapping his arm around the coyote’s waist. 

“Not to be too forward like someone else,” Theo takes a jab at Jason who’s just watching the scene unfold for whatever reason. “But can I assume that means you’ll be mine?” 

“Please?” Stiles grins, fingers curling into the back of the coyote’s shirt. 

Theo doesn’t answer him with words, rather leans in to press their mouths together in a firm kiss. Loving the way Stiles’ scent spikes with not only arousal but adoration. It’s intoxicating and neither boy cares to listen to Jason grumbling something about being second best to ‘this guy’ before slamming the door as he leaves. 

“Thank you, kitten,” Theo murmurs against the human’s lips. 

Stiles’ breaths come out in cute little pants for air as a dopey grin pulls at his mouth. “You’re thanking me? Shouldn’t I be thanking you for saving me from that?” He waves his hand towards the front door. 

“Never,” Theo assures the other boy, walking him back against the island until their bodies are pressed together. “That was more fun than anything. I’ll save you time and time again without ever needing a thanks. But I’m definitely going to thank you for being mine,” he growls, placing a kiss on Stiles’ hammering pulse. “All mine, right, kitten?”

“Yours,” Stiles gasps out, tilting his head back to let the coyote kiss and mark as he pleases. 

And he does. Scooping Stiles up and bringing him into his room so that Theo can do that and so much more. Ensuring that Theo’s bed will smell like them just as much as their home does. Stiles was and always will be his. 

[sheerfreesia007]

I Can Treat You Better Headcannon

**These contain implied domestic violence. If this upsets you please DO NOT read!!**

Mitch- You were leaning up against the bar watching as your so called boyfriend chatted with another woman. Your eyes darted down to where his hand casually rested against her elbow and his fingers tapped out a beat only he could hear. Huffing softly you turned your head away from the sight and met the dark amber eyes of man on the opposite side of the bar. Looking away quickly you sighed dejectedly. Grabbing onto your drink you swirled the liquid in it and watched as it turned in the clear glass, almost hypnotized by the movement. Just then a warm presence situated itself on your left and you turned your head to look at the man who had connected eyes with you before. “He doesn’t deserve you.” He said quietly and your eyes darted to his before you licked your lips. Nodding your head and then rolled it from side to side. “I know but we’ve been through so much together and it’s been so long.” You said morosely as you turned back to your drink. “There are so many other men here who’d be lucky to be with you. Hell they’d all treat you better than that asshole.” You nodded your head again at his words in agreeance. “You included?” You asked with a soft grimace as you swirled your glass again. “Oh honey I’d do more than just treat you better. I’d treat you like a queen.” He rasped out to you in your ear. Your head snapped up to his and he smirked down at you softly before laying his hand over yours softly.

Marcus- Standing in the elevator you stared silently at the scene in front of you. Teresa was standing in front Marcus fidgeting as she spoke to him softly. You watched as her soft eyes looked up at him with sadness and pity. You couldn’t hear what she was saying and you honestly didn’t want to know what she was saying. The scene before was all too familiar to you and you ducked your head as you moved from the elevator not wanting to bring attention to yourself as you made to move past the two of them. “I’m sorry Marcus, really. But Jane needs me.” She said softly as you passed and you kept your eyes trained on the floor as you walked. If only you could get into the department without having to acknowledge them you’d be alright. But you weren’t that lucky. You heard his footsteps first before you felt his presence walking next to your own as you both moved towards the same department. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He said softly to you. You shrugged your shoulders not bothering to speak up, you both know that you’ve seen it often enough that it wasn’t anything new. You could feel the anger simmering inside of you and you tried to bite your tongue. But suddenly his hand cupped your elbow and you whirled on him with pursed lips. “Why do you keep going back?” You asked harshly and watched as his eyes widened on you silently. You knew you should be saying anything to him about any of this but after how many months of watching him continuously go back to her after she had hurt him you couldn’t take it anymore. “What?” He asked softly. “Why do you keep going back to her?” You repeated again. “I mean this has happened often enough already and every time it’s you who’s getting the short end of the stick because of her. Don’t you ever get tired of it?” You asked angrily and incredulously. “I mean there has to be better options out there besides her. I’m sure anyone would be better than her.” You began rambling. “I would better than her. I could treat you better than her. But you don’t see that and you never will.” Your eyes suddenly widened as you realized what you said and you stopped walking with him. He turned to stare at you silently and you scoffed and shook your head. Moving past him you continued on into the office ahead of him knowing that the transfer papers that had been sitting on your desk for the better part of a week were going to come in handy now.

Francisco-  You shifted in your seat at the table as the four men all stared at you silently. You had just told them what your now ex-boyfriend had been doing to you for the better part of your six month relationship. Your hand came up to the edge of the sleeve of your long sleeved shirt and tugged it further down your arm. “I just need a place to stay for a little bit until I can find my own place. I know it’s a lot to ask but-“ you began to say before you were cut off by Ironhead waving his hand in the air. “It’s not that sweetheart. We’ve got no problem helping you out with that. But why-“ Ironhead started to say. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Pope asked as he leant his elbows on the sticky table you all sat at. Fidgeting again in your seat a larger soft hand came up and covered your own as they tugged and pulled the sleeve over your wrists. “Easy, honey.” Frankie said softly as he leaned closer to you slightly. “We’re not blaming you or trying to make you feel bad. We’re more concerned that we could’ve done something sooner, could’ve gotten you out sooner.” He said softly and comforting trying to calm you down.”I couldn’t leave yet. Every time I tried to he would make it seem like I was being crazy. And I would believe him because he never once laid a hand on me. But this past weekend-“ you said softly as you pushed up the sleeves of your shirt and presented the bruises that you had obtained this past weekend. Benny whistled lowly as all four of them stared at the bruising on your arms. “Mija.” Pope whispered softly.  It was later that evening at Frankie’s house that he was helping you get set up in his bedroom when he spoke to you candidly. “I would treat you better.” He said softly as he handed you an extra blanket for the bed.  “Frankie.” You responded softly and looked down to the blanket in your hands. “If you give me a chance when you’re ready I can show you how you should be treated.” He said softly as he gently cupped your cheek when you gazed up at him.

Stiles- “We’ve been planning this for weeks! What do you mean you can’t go now?!” You shouted angrily. Your boyfriend shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and you sighed tiredly. “Babe it’s just a weekend at Lydia’s lake house there’ll be others.” He said with another shrug. “That’s not the point! Every time I plan something with us and the pack you bail on me last minute and I’m stuck making excuses for you. I feel like you don’t care about my friends but I’m supposed to bend over backwards for yours.” You try to explain to him but you can already see that he’s not paying attention to you. “Whatever let me know when you get back I guess.” You say softly and turn to leave his house. That weekend as you’re lounging around the pool with Kira, Malia and Lydia you tell them about the argument you had with your boyfriend. “You know this happens every time we all get together, he doesn’t care about getting to know your friends.” Kira said softly as she shielded her eyes and gazed at the boys in the pool. “I know, I just thought maybe one day he’d be interested. I don’t know why I keep going back to the same thing with him.” You said dejectedly. “You should break up with him. He’s not making you happy and you deserve to be with someone who makes the effort with you.” Lydia states knowingly. Just then there this the sound of rippling water and you turn your head to look at Scott and Stiles leaning against the edge of the pool watching you. “She’s right you know. You do deserve to be with someone who puts in the effort.” Scott agrees with Lydia as he nods his head. “Yeah someone like me.” Stiles quips up and then his whole body jerks with shock at his words. Everyone goes silent and you stare at Stiles with wide eyes as he stares back at you. “I-I mean.” He begins to stutter. “Huh, makes sense.” Lydia says mostly to herself but everyone hears her. “He’s right though he’d treat you better than your current boyfriend.” She says as she nods at Stiles. You smile shyly as your eyes dart from Lydia back to Stiles who’s still watching you quietly. “Let me break up with him first.” You say softly and suddenly Stiles pumping his fists in the air as he whoops. You chuckle softly and the others all laugh around you as Stiles manages to disappear under the water in his excitement.

Tequila- It had been an hour already but you still held out hope that he would show. Just then the bar door opened and you turned your head in anticipation that it would be him. When you spot Tequila you sigh softly and your head falls forward in slight disappointment. “Hey.” He says softly as he lowers himself onto the stool next to yours. “Hey.” You respond softly in a sad tone. “You still waiting on him?” He asks cautiously and you furrow your brows at him as you turn your head to him. “Yeah, he said he’d be here an hour ago but he hasn’t shown.” You answer with a dejected shrug before you bring your beer bottle to your lips and take a sip. “He’s not coming.” Tequila advises quietly. Your head snaps to his and your eyes narrow silently. “Why do you say that?” You ask just as quietly. Tequila looks at you guiltily as he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I saw him at the cafe down the road with some other woman.” He said quietly as if he was afraid of what you would do with the knowledge. You sucked in a deep breath and swiped your phone from the bar top. You pulled up his text messages and typed out a question. Where are you? As you waited for a reply you silently sat next to Tequila. Just then your phone chimed and you looked at the response, Lost track of time at work, raincheck? “What’d he say?” Tequila asked softly. “He’s at work, lost track of time.” You said confused feeling lost and adrift. Tequila turned his phone to you and your eyes darted over the picture of your boyfriend sitting at a table with a pretty dark haired woman. “Send that to me?” You asked softly and resigned. Tequila nodded silently and quickly swiped on his phone and soon enough the picture was sent to you. You then sent the picture to your now ex-boyfriend with the caption Work huh? We’re through, don't contact me, your stuff will be at the front desk of the office on Monday. You sighed softly as your head fell forward. “You okay?” Tequila asks quietly and you nod your head at him in response. “I figure I should know better by now.” You said tiredly as your head turned to him and you gazed at him. “Why do you let them treat you like that? You’re worth so much more than that.” He questions curiously. “He was great in the beginning and I guess I got comfortable.” You say dismissively with a shrug of your shoulders. “You deserve so much more. Someone to treat you right, to treat you like you mean the world to them.” Tequila explained adamantly . “Tequila every guy I’ve dated has done shit like this. I just think I’m bad luck.” You said insistently and Tequila shook his head. “You’re not bad luck you just haven’t found the right guy.” He said nodding his head. “I can be the right guy. I can treat you how you deserve to be treated.” He confessed as quietly as he could be and your eyes darted up to him silently. “I know you just broke up with him and I ain’t rushing ya but if you’re interested I like a shot to show you how you should be treated.” Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “When you’re ready you let me know.” And as the feeling of companionship filled your body you leaned over towards him and rested your head on his shoulder tiredly. You knew when you were ready you’d give him his shot and you knew it would be wonderful.

Whiskey- Tears were pouring down your face as you stood in front of Whiskey’s front door. A cool breeze fluttered through the air and you shivered and pulled the sleeves of your over large sweater over your arms. Shifting on your feet you wondered if it was a good idea coming here. Sniffling loudly you lifted your hand to swipe at your eyes. Just then the sound of the door lock opening caught your attention and you looked up to see a sleepy Jack rubbing at his eyes as he held the door open. “Sweetheart? What’s going on is everything okay?” He asked in his raspy voice. You suddenly felt stupid for coming here and looked back over your shoulder to look back at your car. “This was a mistake. I’m so sorry for bothering you.” You said softly as the sorrow and helplessness seemed to rise up and consume you. You begin to turn away from him and press a hand to your mouth as a loud gasp escapes your mouth. “Wait sweetheart. Are you hurt?” He asks suddenly and he sounds more awake now as he flicks on the porch light. His hiss of breath is loud in the space between you and you turn back to look at him. His hand comes up softly to lightly graze your shoulder where your sweater had fallen off to reveal the healing gash that he had given you a week ago. You flinch slightly at his touch and he pulls away instantly. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?” He asks darkly as his eyes darted around your form looking for more injuries. He notices your fiddling hands and he gently cups your hands in his slowly rising the sleeves of your sweater. “Oh sweetheart.” He says softly as he opens his arms and you quickly walk into them. “These are all from him aren’t they?” He asks softly as his arms wrap around you protectively and holds you close. You nod your head against his chest not being able to speak in fear of you crying again. His arms tighten around you and you bury your head further into his chest. “You’re not going back there. You’ll stay with me until we can find you another place. But promise me you won’t go back to him ever.” He says softly pleading with you. You turn your head to gaze up at him and he cups your face gently. “Promise me.” He pleads and you nod your head. “I promise. No more.” You say softly as tears stream down your face. “Lord if only you knew how you should be treated.” He whispered softly as he pulled you back into his arms.

Raymond- Flinching you turned your head away and shut your eyes quickly anticipating the raised hand to make contact with your face. But when the hit never came you looked back at your angry boyfriend and saw that his wrist had been caught in the grasp of Raymond Smith, Mickey Pearson’s right hand man and by default Rosalyn your boss’ go to man for anything she needed cleaned up. You stared in shock with wide eyes at the man glaring at your boyfriend. “Right, that’s no way to treat a lady now is it mate?” Ray asked rhetorically and you watched as your boyfriend’s face contorted in anger as he stared at Ray. “She isn’t a lady. She’s a cunt.” Your boyfriend snapped at Ray and you gasped loudly at the insult. Your heart shattered and you whirled away from the two men. “Right, Bunny.” Ray said calmly and you felt chills go down your spine, you’ve heard that tone of voice before from Ray right before he unleashed a beat down onto the offender. “Incoming.” Came Bunny’s response and you heard his heavy footsteps near your boyfriend. You heard more shuffling footsteps and your boyfriend grunted and cried out as he was quickly ushered from the apartment that you had shared with him for months. “Are you alright dove?” Ray asked softly and you felt him standing close to you from behind. You nodded your head and avoided turning around to face him. “Dove.” He says softly as he circles you and stands in front of you. You look up and as he gazes at you concerned you feel the tears fill your eyes and you gasp out loudly as you sob. Ray quickly pulls you into his arms and he hugs you tightly. “It’s alright Dove. We’re gonna get you out of here.” He says softly and you sob loudly into his chest. His hands come up and slowly rub up and down your back trying to calm you down. “I don’t know all the details yet but listen to me.” He says softly and you tilt your head up to look at him silently. “This was no fault of your own. He shouldn’t have laid a hand on you at all Dove. No man should ever lay a hand on you.” He said adamantly as he gazed down into your face. “Now come on let’s go pack your things you’re not staying here.” He said softly and used his thumbs to wipe away the stray fallen tears.

Forrest- You flinched as you heard the wet sounding thud of fists against flesh. Your hands came up to cover your ears and your eyes shut tightly as you hid behind the bar. Grunts and groans were heard from the men fighting and sat there on the floor with your back pressed against the bar just trying to seem as small as possible so that you didn’t garner any unwanted attention. “Don’t you ever touch her again!” Snapped Forrest’s voice as he delivered one last punch to the man who had been bothering you as you worked tonight. You heard the heavy thud of his body hit the floor and you stifled your gasp as much as you could. The front door opened and you heard more shuffling before the door shut and heavy footsteps sounded out as they moved closer to your hiding spot. When they stopped you looked up and stared at a blood stained Forrest. Your heart clenched in your chest and you stared at him with wide eyes. He looked feral as he gazed down at you but you knew he would never hurt you. You stood quickly from your spot and moved closer to him. “You alright?” He grunted out and you nodded your head quickly. But when his hand came out and gently cupped your wrist you hissed and pulled away from him. “Let’s see it.” He grumbled and you pulled your sleeve up to show the gash the man had given you with his hunting knife. “Darlin’” he said softly and you shook your head at him. “I’m okay, I swear. I’ll wrap it up once I get home. It won’t affect my work.” You said frantically. Forrest’s hand came up in a stop motion and you fell silent. “I don’t care about none of that. I care about if you’re hurt.” He said firmly and you nodded your head. “If anyone ever treats you like that again you let me know. I’ll take care of it.” He says softly and you nod your head again. He then leads you to one of the tables and moves away collecting the first aid kit. You were lucky to have someone like Forrest to look after you and protect you.

[stephkaylor]

FAVES & FAILS: #1 (Teen Wolf)

I’ve decided to do this questionnaire when a show/book series/movies where I answer these questions with fun gifs too (its Tumblr, what did you expect?), if you want more info, the original idea post with links to each of my completed lists is here ⚡️. A bunch of my faves have already ended so getting all of these out will take a minute, but I’m aiming to post a new one twice per week. 🤞🏻Anyway, enjoy!! OH!! ALSO, I’ll be discussing plot elements in this list so...SPOILER ALERT!!

TV Show FAVES and FAILS: TEEN WOLF

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER: STILES STILINSKI

HANDS DOWN, no question about it! He was the soul of the show, and funny, and so incredibly human on a show full of the inhuman, and that was what made him so integral.  Anyway, I could go on forever about how much I love Stiles, but here’s a gif:

LEAST FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER: GERARD ARGENT

There isn’t really a male that makes me want to punch something, so good for the writers, I guess?

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER: LYDIA MARTIN

I really want to say Allison but it HAS to be Lydia, hands down! Her character development from a girl pretending to be vapid and shallow and who hid her genius so she could “fit in”, to a strong, powerful, confident woman secure in who she really is and the power inside of her (figuratively AND literally, lol), this girl is the real MVP.

LEAST FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER: MONROE

This was hard because there are several female characters that made me want to throw my laptop out of the window.  The short list is Kate Argent, Allison’s mom... I could go on... but Monroe’s systematic attempt to wipe all supernaturals out of Beacon Hills and then maybe the rest of the world gave me fucking high blood pressure and a rage issue. I don't care how “scared” you are, killing a kid who hasn't done anything wrong just because they are different than you is some fucked up, borderline genocidal bullshit. And she survived the finale!!? Like I had to deal with her self-righteous smirky attitude and you didn't even have the decency to punch her in the face and let me watch?!? Rude.

THE CHARACTER THAT DESERVED BETTER: Aiden (and kind of Ethan)

I badly want to say Allison again here because I love and miss her tons. But she died protecting her family and friends and I believe that she is happy wherever she went afterward.  Watching Aiden die in his twin brother’s arms I don’t know who I felt the worst for.  The boy dying, or his brother who now has to live without him... I’m gonna go cry now, brb.

THE DEADWEIGHT CHARACTER WE SHOULD’VE DUMPED IN 2009: Kate Argent

Luckily she was not a regularly appearing character, but when she showed up it was always “for revenge” and I'm like...can we just...not this season? I was having a lovely time and then you showed up with your petty anger for whatever fucking shit that happened in, like season one.  Like, honey... if it’s been so long since you’ve been relevant that I have to google what you’re upset about because I have honestly forgotten...maybe it’s time to let that shit go.  Kindly fuck off now, please...

OVERHYPED CHARACTER: Derek Hale

Like, don’t get me wrong, he’s great and I loved when he was on the show, but I feel like some people think he carried the show and it wouldn't survive without him.  Well, surprise! because he went away after season 4 and I still think some of their best shit came in season 5 and the beginning of season 6.  

UNDERHYPED CHARACTER: Deaton

Um, he was basically Scott’s druid emissary and he got no recognition for it.  He saved all of the main pack members’ lives at least once.  Also he didn't make Stiles pay for the windows, so he’s apparently not an asshole. 

OVERHYPED SHIP: Scott and Malia

I feel like they had to adjust the final season A TON because of Dylan’s injury and Kira not coming back and I think the writers panicked when they didn't know who to put Scott with (because our leading man could never not have a girlfriend, *gasp* THE HORROR!) because Lydia needed to be with Stiles and I think they picked Malia because she was basically the only one left...I was never into it.  In fact, when my friend texted me after we watched the episode where they get together, my response back to her was literally “meh 🤷🏻‍♀️”.

UNDERHYPED SHIP: Allison and Isaac

It would’ve been so nice to see where that relationship went.  Don’t get me wrong, had she lived, I would’ve wanted Allison to end up with Scott.  But I loved that the show was willing to say that it is okay to fall in love more than once in your life.  Sometimes the shows aimed at a younger audience have a tendency to act like your first love has to be the one you’re with until you die and that’s just not realistic. It was nice that the writers didn't box these characters into that mold because it gave them more depth as characters. 

FAVORITE SHIP: Stiles and Lydia

I don’t know how to explain how much I love this pairing.  Like, from the beginning he saw her for how amazing she was and he supported her as she came into her powers and then she was always there making sure that someone was taking care of him when he was taking care of, literally, everyone else, and then when he disappeared SHE KNEW something was wrong nearly instantly, and ‘remeMBER I LOVE YOU’ I need to stop before this run-on sentence goes on forever.  ALSO they’re canon official, which never fucking happens for my ships so I’m fucking excited, sue me.

FAVORITE VILLAIN: Deucalion

His backstory was well-developed and deep, he was clear with his goals, he actually executed said goals in a logical and timely manner, he was a fucking ALPHA OF ALPHAS, nuf said. 

MOST HEARTBREAKING MOMENT: Allison’s Death

Hands down, the most heartbreaking moment on the show, and I will fight anyone who comes at me with a different opinion. Because like--she was smiling when she was stabbed because she had figured out a way to help her friends and then she died in Scott’s arms and told him she loved him even though they weren’t together she still loved him and he still loved her, and I truly believe that she had zero regrets when she died, and how bittersweet is that???!  But Scott couldn't take her pain because it didn’t hurt anymore, and Lydia had to feel her best friend die and she screamed Allison’s name and if you are not hurting right now are you a monster???!?!

FAVORITE STORYLINE: Eichen House Escape/Dread Doctors in Season 5

It was hard to pick between the Dark Druid storyline in season 3A, but the Eichen rescue/Lydia learning how to be a BAMF Banshee from Meredith while she was catatonic (ALSO ‘Stiles saved me’ I AM DEAD!!!), and the whole la bête du gévaudan thing was great, and reuniting the pack after Theo had royally fucked it up earlier that season, it was all just superb! *chef’s kiss*

STORYLINE WE COULD’VE DONE WITHOUT: Like, the whole second half of the last season, TBH

It was a petty, counterintuitive, and just garbage. The monster was dumb, Monroe is a royal twat (as I stated above), and it didn't have a conclusion.  Like, the fuck? This isn't Game of Fucking Thrones you guys do not need to leave every season finale with so many loose ends it make people want to throw their laptops off of a cliff into a vat of hydrochloric acid.  And it was the LAST SEASON so there’s no hope of fixing this bullshit storyline. ugh, kill me now. 

BIGGEST PLOTHOLE: Scott’s pretty selective “True Alpha” powers

They, like, kind of tried to pass it off as it taking a ton of energy so he can’t always do it all the time.  But he got through a mountain ash barrier to save Deaton and activated his True Alpha but then couldn't get into Eichen to get Lydia out because of the mountain ash...? oh and also where the fuck did Cora and Isaac go? (I, sincerely, hope he’s not still just chinning in fucking France wondering were Argent fucked off to)

OVERALL MARKS OUT OF TEN (10 being that watching this show has probably increased your life’s worth by at least five percent; 1 being the only thing this show has given me is a stomach ulcer and trust issues): 

8.75 out of 10.  This show was a blessing and I would definitely recommend it to other people. (mostly because I love to get people hooked on my favorite shows and then they're stuck and we can be tortured together). 

THE END! Thanks for reading my overly-long and overly-obsessive list.  Do come again soon.  I’ll probably have another of these up next week.  🤍🤍🤍

[myheartrevealedocs]

Untouchable Ch 15- Help

Warnings: swearing, drugs

Ch 14 | Ch 16

~ ~ ~

Another few weeks of silence. Lydia got a few calls from the team during the first week, but slowly they thinned out and disappeared.

She dropped herself onto the couch after her shift at a nearby coffee shop. It wasn’t the ideal job, but she needed some form of income to pay rent until she was out of school.

Her professor and her were discussing getting her teaching credentials and getting experience as a student teacher before she retired. The plan was to have her prepared by the upcoming spring semester, still 10 months away.

That was it. She was going to be a teacher. It was a fine career path, especially for someone of her age. And she had time to do something else if it truly didn’t suit her.

Lydia’s eyes grew heavy and she was just thinking about leaving her grad school work for another day, when someone knocked on her door.

Huffing, she picked herself up once more and checked the peephole. Gideon was hovering outside.

“Did Garcia give you my address?” Lydia asked bluntly, not even fully opening up the door,

“Yes.” He looked relieved to see her and Lydia wondered for a moment if Hotch had actually told the team she died. “May I come in?”

She rolled her eyes, but swung the door open, walking back to her couch. “Feel free to sit. I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Thank you.”

There was a chair beside the couch, which he quickly took advantage of. And then he watched her, closely. He watched her close up her computer, pull her legs underneath her, and wait patiently for him to say something. He watched her for some sort of sign that she was happy, upset, or confused to see him there. But she just looked bored.

“You didn’t tell me that you were leaving,” he began, his voice soft.

Lydia shrugged. “You weren’t my boss. Hotch was.”

“That’s not why I care.” He leaned forward resting his forearms on his knees. “Did you think I was going to try to convince you to stay?”

“Were you?”

“Would you have stayed if I had?”

She looked away, shutting her eyes briefly. “I should hope I know what’s better for me than you do.”

“People love things that aren’t good for them,” he argued. “No one at the BAU enjoys their job. There’s… something else about it that keeps us there.”

“There’s nothing to keep me there anymore. Enough said.”

He paused again, watching her posture. It had tightened, but still she gave up nothing.

“You’re such a good actress. If I didn’t know you so well, I wouldn’t be able to tell that you were scared.”

“Scared?” she demanded, biting back a chuckle. Normally Jason frightened her with how well he did his job. But saying she was scared? No way.

“Of course.” His responses were so nonchalant, that she couldn’t bring herself to argue until she knew what had him so convinced. “Hotch told me that something happened between you and Reid. I’m sorry. I know you two were close. But I also know that the only time you back away from something is when you know you aren’t emotionally ready for it. Not because you’re afraid of anyone else, but because you are scared of yourself. You think you’re a naturally violent person, Lydia. When you and Reid had a fight, you thought you might go too far and someone would get hurt.”

“Amazing job,” she said sarcastically. “Stellar profile. Except that if I was going to quit anyway, why hold back?”

“There’s something more to it. You're not worried about those consequences. There must be other consequences. Does he have something on you?”

Did he? He knew more about her than anyone on the team. Was she actually afraid of anything she told him?

“Sure. He has my trust and I don’t have his. I thought I did, but he made it abundantly clear that I mean nothing to him. So yes... sure… I left because Reid made me feel unwelcome. And yes, I’m afraid that if I become too involved in the team again, he might threaten me or ruin my relationship with the other agents. But maybe, in the end, I quit because I realized that there might be better things out there. Better people.”

“Reid cares about you so much. You probably are the person he trusts the most on the team… That’s why I need your help.”

Help? Was he joking?

Lydia laughed though she was in no way amused by the prospect. “With him? Why? Is he being an asshole to you, too? Maybe everyone on the team should consider leaving him to his own devices. You did say once that if we compared our skills to Reid, he’d run the team on his own. Why not let him?”

“Lydia, Reid’s not an asshole. He’s a genuinely good person. But he’s acting out emotionally because he feels abandoned by the team. Tell me that you can’t understand that.”

Shit. He was right about that. That sounded just like her when her father got arrested. Lashing out, driving others away, demanding justice. Maybe she was the asshole here… But there was no way she could bring herself to admit that.

“I’m not seeking out someone who’s only going to hurt me. Maybe he does need help. But I’m not his mother. I have my own life to lead.”

He sighed, audibly. Knowing him, it was probably all part of his act. Gideon taught her well to manipulate suspects. “I just came here because I thought… I wanted you to understand him a bit better.”

“Well, thanks.” Lydia stood up from her couch, headed towards the door to not-so-subtly tell him to leave. “Now I can know that he hates my guts and feel like an asshole for not being the first person to try and make up. Goodbye, Gideon.”

When he got up, he just stared at her for a moment, not wanting to leave on such a bad note. “Please… please talk to me soon, okay?”

Not wanting to look like he’d caused her to feel as conflicted as she did, she rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah… Sure I’ll do that,” before walking him out.

~ ~ ~

“-and Beck claims she’s close to committing a murder.”

“She used to find it endearing,” Lydia replied, laughing with Sonia. “Lydie and Becky. She thought the rhyming was cute.”

“That’s because they always said it together. Now they run around the house yelling ‘Becky! Becky!’ and she screams ‘Don’t call me that!’”

Lydia could hear her sister complaining from across the country. She never liked being called Becky until the twins came along. To everyone else it was Beck or Rebecca. That was how Lydia and Sonia knew she liked them. She put up with it for them.

And then, they turned eight.

“She insists they’re doing it on purpose. She says she can just tell by their tone of voice that they’re mocking her.”

“To be honest, who’s to say they’re not?”

Sonia chuckled. “Yeah, they’re kind of a lot. Why did I agree to take in twins?”

“Because you’re a good person,” Lydia said.

It was true. The foster care system wasn’t kind to siblings. Especially older siblings, who struggled to get adopted. Sonia took in her and Rebecca knowing that they would be separated otherwise. And then, she was told about the twins, two toddlers, and her heart just couldn’t let them lose one another.

There was a soft knocking at Lydia’s door. She figured it was Gideon again, here to check up on her, so she decided to say her goodbyes.

“Make sure they know that their gifts are on the way! Sorry I fell so far behind!”

“Take care of yourself, honey. They aren’t even worried about the gifts they were so excited to get to talk to you on the phone.”

“Miss you all loads!”

As she put her phone down, there was another knock, this time, somehow, even more timid.

Standing, she peaked out the peephole and almost shrieked in surprise, throwing the door open before she could think better of it.

“Spencer…?” Lydia did a quick sweep of the hallway for anyone else. “Can I help you?”

His head was hung low, occasionally glancing up at her before dropping it again. “Yeah, I… May I come in?”

That’s what set off the alarms in her mind. His voice was a hoarse mirror of it’s usual self and the fact that he wouldn’t look at her made her think he’d been crying. Whatever caused him to show up here, it wasn’t about their relationship. This was about him.

He needed someone. And although, after everything, she wasn’t sure why he’d come here, she stepped out of the way and let him in.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

She saw him shuffle over to the couch, then made over to her kitchen to get him some water. She didn’t know what was wrong with him. She doubted he’d be so inclined to tell her. But obviously he’d been through a lot and she knew the basics of how to handle someone in this state: water, blanket, patience, distraction.

He didn’t speak as she handed the glass to him. His mouth moved as if to thank her, but if he did, it wasn’t audible. He was frightened, it seemed.

Maybe something had happened on a case. Someone had gotten hurt. Maybe it was just nightmares from the kidnapping over a month ago. She didn’t even consider the thing he might be scared of was her. Speaking to her.

“Spencer, if you need me to talk you off some ledge, I’ll do it,” she started. “I’ll stand there and hold you up before you step away from the drop willingly. But I’m not sure what to say.”

His eyes were wet. Not full tears yet, but it terrified Lydia to know what he wanted to tell her.

“I’m- I’m not… Lydia, I’ve done-“ He fumbled desperately for the right way to say this to Lydia, but came up empty. There was no way to say this. Frustrated, he reached for his sleeve and ripped it up at high as it would go.

Lydia felt sick as she recognized what was afflicting him. There were red needle markings and bruises inside his elbow.

“Oh my god, Spencer. What is it?”

“You know that I wouldn’t have-“

“No! God no, Spencer! You don’t have to defend yourself!” she cried. “It doesn’t matter to me. I’m here to help you, not judge you. But you have to tell me what it is.”

Her fingers ghosted over the abused skin. He wanted more than anything for there to be another reason he was here. With her. He wished he’d had some other excuse to come see her. For her to hold him.

But he’s gotten himself into this whole fucking mess and there wasn’t another reason. He was here because he needed help and she was only agreeing because that’s the kind of person she was.

“Dilaudid.”

She bit down on her bottom lip. Fuck. “Okay. And Spencer? Are you here to get help or because you need to get it off your chest? I’m glad you told me, I really am, but if you aren’t planning to stop, I think you should find comfort elsewhere.”

It felt so harsh that she regretted it the instant the words left her mouth. But it was true. If Spencer wasn’t committed to getting clean, he wouldn’t be able to. And she wasn’t going to waste her energy on someone who wasn’t trying to be better.

“I need help. I thought I could figure this out by myself, but I… I don’t know anymore. I lose my will and I feel helpless and I thought you might… I thought you might understand. I know that’s horrible to assume, but with your family history I thought-”

“You aren’t assuming anything, Spencer,” she informed him. “You’re right. I know a lot about addiction and drugs and your brain chemistry right now. So, I’m going to be completely honest with you. I will help you, no questions asked. I won’t tell anyone unless absolutely necessary. And you don’t need to apologize or explain yourself. But if I feel you stop caring about getting clean or if I find out you’re using me for sympathy, that all goes away. I can’t help someone without… determination.”

He grabbed her hand suddenly. “I promise I’m determined. So determined. Please… Please fix me.”

Her heart tore to shreds. He was begging. Desperate. He truly felt alone.

But at least she was sure he’d get through this.

“You’re going to stay here for the next few days, at least,” she ordered. “The nights are going to be the most difficult right after going sober. If you can call in sick with Hotch, do that. Because the next few days are going to be hell if you don’t have any time to yourself.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ll, uh… I’ll tell Hotch that I can’t come in for the next few days.”

“Good.” She sighed. “Once you’re sober, we can work through how to deal with the cravings. But for now, I want you to keep track of your symptoms and let me know what’s going on so I can help. Even if it’s just a hot flash in the middle of the night, I want you to tell me immediately.”

“Lydia, I…”

She paused her rambling, waiting for him to tell her she was overwhelming him. She felt overwhelmed herself, but then again, this was not how she expected her night to go.

“...thank you.”

Her heart missed a beat, but she pulled herself back onto track, rolling her eyes. “What did you think? I was going to send you away because you were mean to me? We aren’t children, Reid. I’m willing to-”

“I was on it then, too,” he whispered. “The dilaudid. Tobias gave it to me to help me deal with the torture. That’s why I got mad at you… It wasn’t because I thought you had abandoned me. Or because I thought you didn’t care. I was just… I knew I was messed up. That I wasn’t going to get over this. And I wanted to keep it away from you. I know that it doesn’t work like that, but I wanted you to know now that none of that anger stemmed from something you had done. It was on me. All me.”

“It wasn’t… totally your fault.” Lydia started to categorize her thoughts. What had really happened that night?

She had felt guilty for leaving him and going back to California. She was terrified after hearing he’d been taken hostage by a dangerous unsub. And the stress of leaving Sonia, if only for a few days, had her stomach in knots.

And from Spencer’s perspective, he was overcome by guilt. He’d felt indebted to Tobias, who went against his father (or the version of his father that he inhabited)’s wishes in order to save his life. And in return, Spencer had to kill him. Throw into the mix an intense craving for heroin and he wasn’t exactly in the mood for calm debate.

“I’m so sorry that I was insensitive to your feelings,” Lydia apologized. “At the time I wasn’t prepared to hear what you had to say and I reacted harshly… We’re too stubborn, you and I.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, more than said. “Either way, I can’t believe what I said to you. And I don’t deserve your forgiveness or help. I just… I couldn’t tell the team and you were the only other person I trusted with this stuff.”

“You’re already forgiven, Spencer. Don’t worry. I know what these… things do to people. I’ve said worse to my sister and my father and my foster mom. Believe me, you get a pass for this one.”

She smiled at him and he hesitantly returned it.

“So… I think we should start by having you grab some stuff from your place, because I wasn’t kidding. While we get you sober, I want you to stay here.”

“Okay… Yeah, let’s do that.”

“And you’re going to call Hotch?’

“Yeah. I’ll tell him I’ve got the flu.”

The trip was quick and before she knew it, Lydia was back in her own apartment. Her and Spencer spent the rest of the evening talking about the cases he worked while she was gone and what she was up to in California. Lydia was glad they could fall back into being comfortable with one another. Friendly, even.

She still avoided her conversation with her father, not sure how to bring up his imprisonment to Spencer, especially now that Spencer had his own problems.

It was growing later, the two of them having drifted off into their own minds on the couch.

“You were too good for me, Lydia,” he said out of the blue. “I couldn’t stand not feeling worthy of you anymore.”

“‘We accept the love we think we deserve,’” she quoted.

“That was profound,” he muttered.

“It’s Stephen Chbosky,” she explained. “The Perks of Being a Wallflower.”

“I don’t know it.”

She gasped loudly. “You don’t know The Perks of Being a Wallflower? But Reid, it’s a classic!” She held up a hand quickly. “-And I don’t want to argue about the definition of ‘classic’ right now. Just trust me, it’s good… I think I brought my copy with me.”

Lydia got up, wandering into her room to look for the small novel. It sat in the middle of a stack of books on her bedside table. Smiling, she slipped it out, flipping through the pages fondly.

A thought struck her and she walked back to the door of her room to speak with him again.

“Get in the bed.”

Spencer blinked up at her, looking shocked. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“No,” she chuckled. “I’m going to read you to sleep, doctor. Get into bed.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, his cheeks tinted pink. “I was going to sleep on the couch…”

“Have you seen your legs?” she demanded. “You wouldn’t fit on the couch with your knees touching your chin. Just sleep in my bed and stop whining. You asked for my help and now you can’t escape me.”

“Clearly,” he replied, but there was amusement in his eyes.

He grabbed his things and went to get changed into something more comfortable for sleep. Then, he slowly crawled underneath the covers beside her.

At first, he sat up against the headboard with her, but Lydia shook her head. “You aren’t going to sleep like that.”

“This feels wrong, Lydia. We aren’t dating.”

“Do you think I’m going to take advantage of you,” she joked. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the couch, but you are sleeping here, and that’s final. Now then, lay down.”

He did as she asked, sliding down so that he was fully horizontal. “I won’t be able to sleep,” he complained. “When I’m listening to something I give it all of my focus. I’ve never been able to sleep when my mom read to me.”

“Alright. We’ll read a little bit. A few pages, that’s all. And then we can both try to get some sleep. Will you finally stop your whining so I can begin?”

He looked a little startled by her insistence, but finally nodded for her to continue.

“‘August 25, 1991,’” she read. “‘Dear friend, I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn’t try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have. Please don’t try and figure out who she is because then you might figure out who I am, and I really don’t want you to do that…’”

~ ~ ~

The first two days were the hardest. Spencer didn’t get any sleep the first night, shaking and sweating fitfully. It had just hit the afternoon the next day when the nausea started. He stayed in the bathroom for most of the day. Lydia wrapped a blanket around him and brought him cold glasses of water and warm tea to help relax him.

At one point, she found him crying from the stomach cramps, his arms wrapped around himself protectively.

But after another day, his withdrawal symptoms had peaked and the rest was just cravings and an underlying uncomfortable feeling. Every night, she read him a few of the letters in The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

He didn’t understand it. Not really. The main character, Charlie, contradicted himself a lot and danced around explaining hard topics, but Spencer still listened to her intently. She read it the same way she talked about her family. Her eyes glazed over slightly, her voice hesitant, fitting for the character.

After the first two days, he had to go back into work. Lydia sent him with a ton of painkillers to get him through the day without his brain exploding. And once he was done for the day, he’d end up right back at her door.

“Now that you’re sober,” Lydia had told him, “the biggest challenge will be the cravings. It’s really common for people to relapse. If you feel like relapsing, no matter the place or time, I want you to call me. And even if you do relapse, don’t be afraid to tell me. I’m here to help, remember?”

And she was. She was helping so much.

...and he was starting to reach a point where he wished she wasn’t.

He missed her. He missed her like hell. He missed walking around the park with her. He missed her ordering ice cream for them so that he didn’t have to interact with the cashiers. He missed the way she tousled his hair after kissing him. He even missed working with her.

“I didn’t just leave for you,” she had tried to assure him. “When I went back home, I realized that working for the FBI caused me to miss a lot. I didn’t mind at the time, missing a Christmas or birthday with them. But they deserve more from me.”

“I wish you would come back,” he admitted.

She just laughed. “You told me to pursue this opportunity to become a professor. It’s a good job. I’m excited for it.”

Every moment he was with her, he missed her more.

Asking her out now wasn’t fair to her. She might feel compelled to agree because of the fragile state he was in.

After coming back from his first case since getting sober, he went to stay with her again, excusing it as the stress of the job making him want company just in case. But he was simply in denial about the fact that he still loved her.

Or perhaps denial wasn’t the right word.

Lydia was reading to him that evening, the two of them almost done with the novel, when she realized how tired he was. She wanted to finish up on some grad school work before she went to sleep, so she told him to get some rest and started to go when he called her back.

“Yes?”

“I just… I love you, Lydia,” he mumbled sleepily.

Her whole body froze, her stomach tightening uncomfortably. “Spencer?”

He smiled, his eyes still shut. “Yeah?”

Maybe she’d misheard him? He was far too tired to be thinking sensibly. She shook her head and started to leave, but he peeked an eye open.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” he asked.

Fuck… was he actually on something? He was acting drunk, but she didn’t think so. He hadn’t been acting weird when he got there so he’d probably just gotten… really, really tired.

“Say what?”

“That you love me? Don’t you… love me?”

It was actually sort of pathetic to hear from him in his distant state. But something possessed her to respond honestly.

“Spencer, I love you so much,” she told him, walking over to where he lay and kneeling beside him. “But you aren’t thinking straight and I don’t want you to say something you regret.”

He shook his head childishly. “I could never regret telling you how I feel unless you don’t love me back.”

Lydia gave him her softest smile and kissed him on the forehead. “We can talk about your feelings tomorrow, all right? Go to bed.”

He hadn’t meant to do it. His exhaustion had won over his common sense. And there was no way to take it back.

But did she mean it?

~ ~ ~

Lydia smiled, hearing Spencer leave the bedroom the next morning. She’d been anxious all night about having this conversation with him, but now that the time was there, a part of her felt relieved to be able to put it all out on the table.

“Do you ever feel like we got together too fast?” she inquired, not looking at him, instead relaxing on the couch.

She could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, probably far more afraid to speak with her than she was.

“No…?” he responded, shyly. “We’d known each other for almost a year when I asked you out. I’ve known people to get married in less time.”

“Not what I meant… Also, can we really call what you did ‘asking me out’?”

“I was the one to ask if you wanted food,” he argued.

“Yeah, and when I asked if it was a date, you got all awkward and said no. I think I asked you, more than you asked me.”

“That’s not fair!” he cried, walking around the couch to face her. “All you did was insist that it was a date!”

She laughed, seeing him all flustered. “Alright, alright. I call it a team effort. How about you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever.”

“Anyways, I don’t mean that we didn’t know each other long enough. I just… were we ready? You spent the whole time fretting about me being in the field and I was so worried about keeping your secret that I didn’t tell my family-- who live in California-- about you! A healthy relationship isn’t built on fear and that’s all we made ours. Fear.”

“I didn’t mean to make you scared,” he worried. “I just couldn’t stand the whole… the whole conversation. The whole ‘we’re dating: Here’s a look into our personal lives’ thing.”

“I respect that!” she said, quickly. “I didn’t need the team to know. But after we broke up, all I could think about was how much wanting to make you happy affected me. I know better now. If you weren’t happy around me being myself, it wouldn’t be a good relationship. Haven’t you learned anything?”

“Don’t yell at your girlfriend?” he tried. “Don’t tell me that worrying about you was wrong, because I’m always going to worry. It’s who I am.”

“I guess my point is, if we were together, would you let me keep working in the field? Would you be comfortable with that? Because when we got together, I thought that was part of the deal. I wouldn’t expect you to risk or stop yourself from doing your job for me and I expected the same. And yet, every time I got back from something dangerous, you would act as if I was being stupid and I should never do it again-”

“No! No, no.” He began repeating himself, his fingers tugging at his hair by the roots. “I never wanted you to- It’s just that this job is… I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

She smiled at him, standing up to meet him at… well almost at eye level.

“That’s all I want, Spencer. I want us to be happy. Not afraid of our relationship. I want to be me and not worry about how to make you happy, because you already are. I mean, I’m so happy with you. You just being you.”

“Does this mean… you’re serious? You actually want to get back together?”

“Unless you have a compelling reason not to,” she teased.

Lydia was so distracted by the look of excitement in his eyes, she barely even noticed him getting closer until his lips were pressed against hers.

“Woah,” she mumbled, barely pulling away an inch. “Right to it, then?”

“I’ve wanted to do that for two months,” he admitted. “I really missed you.”

She gave him another peck. “I missed you, too, dumbass.”

~ ~ ~

Tags: @kris-stuff​, @wooya1224, @spencerelds​, @anotherr-fine-mess​

[antoxsmith]

It’s Okay

Warnings - Fluff

Pairings - Negan x Reader

Summary -   Even as you struggle with your lessons, he knows how to make it all okay.

NEGAN MASTERLIST

“Sweetcheeks! Daddy is ho-“ he stopped right in his tracks as he saw your sad gaze set on the floor. “Wow, honey. You look like shit! What’s wrong?” He asked in his unique type of concern, making you almost smile sadly a little bit.

“I, uh… well…” you mumbled as you tried to look up to him, but looked down to the floor again after a second. “It’s stupid.” You chuckled softly and got up. “Did you eat something already?” You asked, walking towards the kitchen and quickly grabbing some bread to make him a sandwich.

He followed your movements and before you even noticed, his hands were holding yours, keeping you from your nervous movements; your back pressed against his chest. Normally you would feel… hotness in the room, but this was different.

“I know you.” He mumbled close to your ear. You didn’t say anything, but let your fast breathing slowly calm down. You came out of your head when he kissed your temple sweetly making you shiver, looking around to him. “You know you can tell me anything.” He smiled cockily as always, and after a second you felt yourself smile too. “There she is!” He chuckled and kissed your cheek over and over again, assaulting you with kisses and making you laugh.

He would never be so… romantic. And you loved this new phase.

When he finally stopped his kisses, he smiled expectantly. You took some air and sighed. “It’s just… I thought that it would be easier. The medicine training, I mean.” You bit your lip and looked up to him through your lashes. “I have a hard time remembering all that stuff about anatomy. I just started two months ago. Does he really expect me to know it all?”

Negan seemed to automatically understand. After Siddiq passed out you were left to learn from some stupid asshole that came from God knows where.

“Do you think he is doing it to hurt you?” He asked as if he was thinking about new ways to murder the man, his jaw tightening. You smiled softly at how quickly he would be up for defending you even when he was walking the tight rope with Michonne after what happened with that woman that tried to hurt Lydia.

“N-No. I guess he just… he expects for me to be much better, I guess. And you know I try, Negan. I-” You felt your eyes watering from the frustration. He held your waist, pulling you close to him with both your chests touching, not stopping to look at you as if you were the most interesting thing in the world. “I read almost all day and he still manages to make me feel like I don’t do enough.”

Negan slowly nodded. “You know you do enough, baby girl. I’ve seen you work. You are everyone’s favorite doctor.” He said and you looked up to him interrogatively. “Judith.” He chuckled, making you giggle. “They all hate that asshole, believe me. You… you are amazing, honey. Everyone -and this comes from someone who used to be a kick ass teacher- everyone has a different timing, everyone learns differently. It’s not your fault if he doesn’t know that. Don’t take it personal, alright?”

It took a second, but you finally smiled sadly and nodded, knowing he was right and the feeling of his strong hold on your waist as well as his proud look made you slowly forget about any of your bad thoughts.

You didn’t notice the tear that had escaped your eye until he brushed your skin softly and wiped it off.

“And if you want me to, I will smash his fucking head against the wall or something. Just say the word.” He said in a serious tone, making you laugh out loud as you pressed your hands on his chest with a hum.

“I love you. You know that, right?” You asked, looking up to him with big puppy eyes.

“Of course I do, doll. Of course I fucking do.” He grinned, looking at you and his gaze quickly softened. You didn’t care if he didn’t say it back. You just knew he did too. “Also, I might have cut my fucking finger while doing errands for Michonne. Care to give it a look, doctor?” He asked, showing you his pinky.

You laughed and slowly nodded, going to grab his finger. Instead, he quickly and smoothly intertwined his fingers with yours. When you looked up to him, he just winked, making you giggle. “What is it with you today?” You asked. He wasn’t like this most of the time. Sure, he was caring and you loved him more than anything. But it was always hard for him to show what he felt.

“You just look incredibly hot when you are sad.” He confessed, making you laugh in surprise and awkwardness. “That sounded way better in my head.”

He was always such a dork; but he always made it all okay.

[asterekmess]

S3A - E4

Alrighty, here we go. Maybe I’ll get a little less fired up this time.

Be Kind, Read More’s (I’m bad at puns or jokes.)

Thoughts:

So, I get that they’re trying to amp up Scott becoming an Alpha or whatever, but I just really hate the concept of dogs needing to know “who the alpha is.” It’s a really harmful myth that leads to a lot of frustration for owners and a lot of fear for their dogs. I actually recommend anyone with a dog, or thinking of getting a dog to look at this video to understand how huge a myth that whole Dominance thing is. He explains it better than I ever could. That also doesn’t work in the show, since we know that all werewolves have sway over dogs. Derek does it like a fucking pro in S1 (Yeah, he scares the dogs, but it’s entirely controlled. The dog didn’t freak until he wanted it to.)

Woooow, Scott actually working at his job? That’s new!

Deaton, mistletoe is poisonous to anyone. Wtf are you on about “to the dog, and you too.” literally everyone is poisoned by mistletoe.

Is this a reference to a movie or something? IT’s so fucking creepy and gross, him sticking his hand under the dumpster and getting bit. And what’s with the whispering??? JENNIFER did you bite someone? WTF? Also, he literally can’t get any closer, dumbass. He’s on his knees right up against the dumpster.

I hate this woman. This show I think has a lot of issues with actual foreshadowing and making villains appear earlier in the show. Like, they knew Jennifer was going to be the villain. So what was all this extra shit? All the random clips of her grading papers and getting spooked walking down the halls of the school. She’s literally committing murder every single night and is far scarier than even werewolves, even without the extra powers. Showing us this stuff directly contradicts her being the villain. I can’t tell if they thought we as an audience were too smart and we’d figure out she was the villain, so they had to cover their tracks extra hard bc we all know that plot twists should only ever happen when it makes no sense, or if they thought we were too dumb to notice that they didn’t put any effort into her character until she starts being actively creepy.

I hate this. I hate all of it. I’m disgusted and nauseous just fucking watching this, knowing that Derek isn’t fucking choosing to do any of this. He’s literally under a spell that’s making him worry about her, because she wants an Alpha guard dog.

I’m also gonna point out that since the show hadn’t told us that Derek was being controlled yet, they were trying to show Derek being interested in Jennifer and trying to make Jennifer someone Derek would be interested in. In order to do that, they made her jumpy, suspicious, anxious, and over-talkative. And crazy smart. With brown hair. Just saying.

The Crucible? Dude, you started the class on The Heart of Darkness literally last Wednesday. Chapters 1-3 weren’t due till last Friday. Why can’t this show fucking make up its mind?

Aannnnd here we go. Love watching Scott laugh about something that he knows Stiles is absolutely terrified by, seeing as Heather DIED. God, if you want Scott to look funny, can you not make him make jokes about something that’s getting people killed and traumatizing his best friend? Jesus.

I...I feel the need to point out that Stiles jumped exactly the same way Jennifer did like two seconds ago....just saying.

Honestly, I like that this Danny did this, not just to fuck with Stiles (in a non-sexy way) but also to try and subtly point out that he can hear them talking about virgin sacrifices. Maybe keep it down boys?

As much as I hate this shaky camera, slow-mo to fast-mo stuff, it’s still so much better than the CGI/Green Screen. Just, so much.

Boys, stop sticking your tongues out while running, you’re gonna bite them off and that shit doesn’t grow back. Also, I wanna give Isaac props here for managing to keep up with Alphas. Speedy Boi. AND, did you notice the look on his face before he ran after them? TOTALLY different from the look on his face before he attacked Cora in the woods. Not play time, kill time.

Those are...those are also not wolf sounds. At least I know Cora wasn’t a sexist thing? Seriously, wolves sound terrifying enough on their own, no need to add in the lion--wait didn’t I read that they don’t use lions roars most of the time, they use tigers instead? Whatever. NO need for the cat noises. I get it for the actual roaring stuff, but the snarls can be wolfy, can’t they?

How long did they have to stand there waiting for the cops to arrive? THe whole class is just standing around in a crowd? You know, I’d believe it, honestly I don’t think Finstock would think to make them go back to the school. He’s not great at the adulting thing.

How--How did Kyle’s girlfriend know? She’s not on the track team, is she?

I hate this whole “He’s got a point” thing. Stiles admitted that he agreed the Alphas were connected somehow but his reasoning is perfectly sound. Are you seriously telling me that Scott didn’t talk to Deaton about this? We can assume he did, because it’s Scott and he tells Deaton Everything. But that means Deaton DIDN’T tell him what he knew, openly lying to him. And none of that should matter anyway, because Stiles is Scott’s best friend. It is not too much to ask for him to just believe Stiles. In fact, it’s pretty fucking basic friendship stuff.

ALSO I hate that Isaac appears to give zero fucks about Erica. “They killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me” But no mention of Erica? Or of how they imprisoned erica and boyd for four months? No mention of his own pack members? Seriously?

Hi cora. Hi derek. I really really wish you were going to be a reprieve from the bullshit of the rest of the episode so far, but instead you’re going to break my heart by refusing to give me even the slightest hint at Derek and Cora giving any kind of fucks about each other and finding out that the sibling they thought was dead is not dead. Nothing. We get absolutely Nothing. I don’t even get to see where the FUCK Cora got the exercise clothes from? Did they go shopping? did they go find her bag of clothes that got left in a building somewhere when she was taken? Huh? SOMETHING?

I’m just so...disappointed, and it’s definitely not directed at Derek.

Also, Derek, your alarm sucks ass if it only tells you that someone’s at your place once they’re outside the door.

I’m gonna be honest, Derek does need to work on his ranged combat. He’s all about the up close and personal, our boy needs a quarterstaff or something. Maybe a bat?

Sup duke? I hate your guts.

Sup Harris? I hate your guts too.

I don’t--I don’t even wanna talk about this scene with the twins. I just...what the absolute fuck? Those kids need so much therapy. I just feel ill. Also stop with the making werewolves masochists for some reason! Stop it! It’s boring and dumb!

I literally refuse to believe any of that had plot relevance. I think the twins are just being assholes for the fun of it. That is so convoluted in so many ways.

Other than the really really overdone British villain trope thing, I literally have nothing to say about this scene. Other than, you know, the part where Derek outright refuses to kill his pack even with a fucking PIPE through his CHEST, yet somehow we’re meant to believe that he wanted to kill them on the full moon even when he had no proof that they’d hurt anyone? Love that logic. Yah. Uh huh. Side note: why do I even like this show? Side Side note: It’s cus’ Derek and Stiles and Cora and Isaac and Boyd and Erica and Lydia are all fucking awesome. Honestly, Allison too. And Danny. And Jackson. And Kira when she comes in. Even Malia has potential

Isaac, honey, you have claustrophobia and that’s a legitimate medical concern that Harris would need to make adjustments for.

HI BOYD. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD. Thanks for stabbing me in the heart with that friend comment. My everything hurts now. I love you. Also, bye, cus’ you don’t come back for the entire rest of the episode. awesome.

Is it even remotely okay for the school to make students handle chemicals and fuck with the janitor’s stuff/do custodial work? Like, detention is detention and the school/Harris has no business using the students for free labor.

Fucking pathetic. I hate this stupid Alpha command thing. I hate this whole plotline and no I’m NOT going to stop complaining about it any time soon. It’s stupid as fuck.

Stiles how do you expect Lydia to know about this shit when no one fucking talks to her except you??? SEE? YOU SEE? THAT is how you use humor in a tense situation!

Lydia, Stiles is human.

Please stop with the sexual tension, it’s pissing me off. Allison fired over a dozen arrows into Erica and Boyd, then help her grandfather kidnap and torture them and sliced Isaac to ribbons. I’m not done being mad at her, and Isaac Damn Well shouldn’t be either.

Okay WHAT? Since when is English the last class of the day? It was their first class an episode ago! What the fuck are you talking about? and WHY are you writing “Great Expectations” on the board!!???? Even if The Crucible was for a different class you’re STILL ON HEART OF DARKNESS.

I just-I get that they’re teenagers, but that’s seriously the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen and even though Allison’s still pretty high on my shit list at the mo, she’s way too smart not to know that this is stupid as fuck. Just because the Alphas are being stupid doesn’t mean you PISS THEM OFF. Nothing you just did HELPED at ALL. You didn’t Hinder them or Weaken them or ANYTHING. You just played a stupid ass prank???

So...Stiles has a free period in the last period of the day? When no one else does? Yet somehow he’s in all their classes AND we SAW him AND LYDIA in Scott and Allison’s English class? ALSO the twins are Miraculously now in the English class as well, even though they weren’t there on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL??? WHat the FUCK This is a show about HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and you can’t be fucked to actually get their stupid fucking Schedule right? The same with the full moon. The two things that should always be consistent are the FULL MOONS for the WEREWOLVES and the SCHOOL SCHEDULE for the STUDENTS. You spend hours of episode planning time on making outfits and references to horror movies, but you can’t get A SIMPLE FUCKING TIMELINE right?

I know Stiles hasn’t talked to Deaton all that much so far in the show, but this is a really weirdly long introduction to him asking Deaton for info, when I honestly expected him to just push in and say, “HEY, so how about those human sacrifices, huh? You keeping something from us again?”

I hate them cutting up these scenes so much. Derek’s effectively been pinned to the ground for an entire school day at this point.

Actually, this little speech of Duke’s is where I got a huge headcanon for the show about how truly monstrous Duke and the rest of the Alphas are. He says he didn’t know that killing your own Beta adds their power to yours. But, shouldn’t that be like a really well known thing in this werewolf world of horrific murders and “Rite of passage, into his pack” mentality that the show seems insistent on showing us? Instead, I think that Duke is actually like he says he is. The Demon Wolf. He’s a fucking demon and all werewolves know it, because he and his pack are disgusting and twisted enough to kill their own pack. I firmly believe, beyond all reason because fuck this show, that Alphas have a biological imperative to protect their pack, to keep them safe and happy and provide for them. That the reason no Alphas really knew about what happens when you kill your own Beta is because no one ever would. It’s the most taboo, horrific thing a werewolf can do, harming their own pack. Their own family.

STOP TOUCHING PEOPLE’s FACES. ESPECIALLY DEREK’S.

I love Derek’s line so much. “You’re a fanatic.” Like. Yes. Completely shutting him down. That was so good.

Also, Duke. you literally just said “You’ll get to know me.” and now you’re mad because “Know me? You’ve never seen anything like me.” I wish someone would just pick him up by the scruff and toss him out a window.

What’s with the sudden lightning? and why is the thunder happening at the same time?

I have literally had the fifteen minute rule held over my head so many times. We once got locked outside our orchestra room for fifteen-minutes and one of the secretaries from the front office had to let us in, and then they had to send us a sub teacher because ours was sick but even though she called in, they’d hadn’t bothered to call the sub yet. the fifteen minute rule doesn’t exist, and I wish so fucking badly that it did. PLUS. I thought School was OVER????

Stiles, you should know better. The Celts were accused of human sacrifice by the Romans, who were trying to demonize them and take over their land. (which is pointless, since the Romans participated in tons of human sacrifice, even if they didn’t explicitly call it that. Anybody heard of the fucking Colosseum?) Plus, there isn’t any actual evidence that isn’t from extremely biased Latin texts that indicates the Celts performing human sacrifices as religious rites. You’re right though, cus’ the show does pull a lot from the concept of Celtic Druids. It just does it horrifically badly and completely misconstrues them by using the modern myth of the druids rather than the historical reality of them. I was a classics major, with an obsession on Druidic practices. Fight me about it.

Thank you Stiles, for calling Deaton out. Also, what does Deaton mean ten years? He was the Hale emissary six years ago. Jesus christ, this isn’t hard.

I hate to say it, but that is correct, Deaton. Druids were philosphers and scholars. That’s because Druid was a SOCIAL CLASS not a JOB. They didn’t believe they were “keeping the world in balance’ but they believed the world was MADE UP of balances. The Celts didn’t believe in letting people die for the sake of “maintaining the balance.” Their social structure was based on equality between the sexes and community ownership (a bit like socialism, it’s actually why the Romans hated them so much, they represented the exact opposite of Roman Ideals of hierarchy and private ownership with the male head of family in charge) But I digress. My bad.

Cue the dropbox ad

So what’s with the chanting? There wasn’t chanting when Heather was taken? Or Emily? Is the method of abduction supposed to be different for every group?

Ooooh, Dell school computers. Did they lose their Mac contract?

Oh Look! It’s the consequences of your actions!

They have so much time to react and do something to keep the boys from merging while they’re busy taking their dumb shirts off.

For the record, Druid is not the gaelic word for “wise oak”. It’s generally accepted to mean “oaken knowledge” or, less literally, “the one whose knowledge is great” (since oak was considered to signify greatness). But those are just semantics and I’m not as bothered by it. I’m MORE bothered by the use of the word “Darach” which does NOT mean Dark oak. “ach” is an Irish suffix meaning “Belonging to” and Darach is an NAME, as in like Emily or Janice, it’s a Name not a title. One that means “belonging to the oak” (actually, it’s masculine, so it would mean “Son of oak”). Scottish Gaelic and Irish are still real languages and you mistranslating things and taking words from their already incredibly oppressed and abused culture is really fucking annoying. So, uh. yeah. Listen, this is one of my few areas where I know anything so I had to complain about it. I get that it’s just a show. I really do. But it’s my post, so meh. Also, you bet your ass I have opinions on the concept of a Nemeton as well. But that’s not for now.

I find it kinda hilarious that none of the names on those papers had last names. Tom. Terry. Tim P. almost has a last name.

and now we break my fucking heart. Actually, first I wanna give this show some props for once. The music they use for this season is very drum based, very repetitive, and it really helps with the ritualistic vibe they seem to be going for. The chanting, etc. I worry about what they pulled that stuff from, cus’ if it’s from actual religions that’s fucking dicey, but the atmosphere is good.

NOW we break my fucking heart. Fucking fuck. It hurts, especially knowing that Isaac already had one flashback today. And then they have to go and add anger to my turmoil by having him go to SCOTT. Fuck scott. I fucking hate this.

Bye Harris. No, wait, I have questions. So Harris helped Jennifer somehow. By...what, helping her fake her identity? Was he her reference for getting the job at the school? Or did he help her with the killings, by finding her students/teachers who fit the bill? When he says “They’ll figure you out” is he talking about the cops or the wolves? Does he know about the supernatural? If he does, does that mean that he knew who Kate was when she found him in that bar? Bye Harris.

Last Thoughts: I’ll give this episode props. It had sunlight in it. Uh...I honestly can’t think of anything else I enjoyed. This shit, this shit is why people write fanfiction. These mistakes with the timeline and the schedule and the character’s whose personalities flip back and forth at random? The refusal to acknowledge trauma and deal with it appropriately? I honestly don’t even know how to feel about the show selling this Derek/Jennifer romance to us and then revealing at the end that he was under a literal spell the whole time. That he had sex with her while under the influence of her magic. That these oh so brief moments where we actually get to see Derek smiling and joking and see a hint at his personality and his intelligence and maybe even his past, they’re all forced on him. It’s all a trick. He has sex with her while he’s incapable of giving consent. It’s fucking rape, shown on-screen. And the show portrayed this as romantic, for the sake of their stupid fucking plot twist. We were encouraged to like this relationship because we didn’t know he was being Controlled. Ugh. Bleh. Plus there’s the whole thing where once again Stiles is being ignored and Lydia has no clue what’s going on, and Deaton is hiding things from everyone and Boyd is barely a character. And Allison’s behavior is never dealt with, and Scott is just...Scott. This is why I make changes.

[steterismylife]

AU where no one knows Scott is a beserker, and Peter kills him, becoming the alpha, and the pack reluctantly becomes his. Peter carries on with courting the Stiles. Is that okay?

“Do it now!” They all screamed at him, and Peter was content in doing what he was about to do. The berserker was being held back, and he surged forward to kill the thing. Only was it then that Peter realized who it was once he felt the power rising within him. He breathed in deeply and smirked as his eyes settled from his blue into the red of the alpha. Malia, the first to see his eyes change, gasped, and looked down at the berserker that laid on the ground.

“NO!” Kira screamed out as she made it into the room with Stiles by her side. Peter turned towards her and saw her fall to her knees. “We… We were too late…” Her head dropped, and Peter didn’t feel bad for her at all.

“Oh honey, you can do better than that, McCall boy, surely,” Peter told her as he let his eyes settle to their natural blue. “I’m sorry for what I did… I didn’t know…” Peter told her and offered a hand out to her. “But it seems like you guys don’t have a pack leader anymore, and I’m here to fill those criteria.” He told her smirking.

Liam was on his knees, whispering no over and over again as he realized what had just been done. Tears slipping down his face as he screamed out Scott’s name, causing everyone to turn towards him. Malia knelt down by him and tried to comfort him and say it wasn’t his fault, but she knew it was no point. 

“You knew when you charged, didn’t you?” Stiles asked as he had his hands balled up. “You knew it was Scott! Didn’t you?!” Stiles yelled.

Peter glanced at him after he had helped Kira up. “And what about it?” He asked. 

Stiles glared at Peter. “You knew it was him, but you didn’t even try and save him first?! Did you want to be alpha that badly, you sick fuck?!” Stiles yelled at him.

Peter winced at the insult, and he shook his head. “Tsk tsk, Stiles. Honestly, I didn’t know it was Scott until the last moment. I saw his eyes, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry.” Peter shrugged, and Stiles began to shake with rage.

“You could’ve stopped yourself! You’ve done it before!” Stiles yelled and stomped his way over to Peter. “You stopped yourself from turning me!” He stated.

“Barely,” Peter confessed, and Stiles blinked. “That’s right. I wanted to turn you so bad, but when I saw that scared expression then… I couldn’t do it, and I don’t know why.  There was something about you that I didn’t want the wolf to take away from you.” He told Stiles. “You’re fine the way you are.” He added.

Stiles went to open his mouth to try and make a comeback, but then he closed it. “You’re a horrible person.” He told him. “Can’t believe you killed him, ass.” Stiles pushed Peter away from him, then went to walk away.

“I understand you guys are mad at me, but remember you can’t all leave the pack.” Stiles froze when he heard Peter. “You need alpha, and I’m willing to be it. If you don’t have me to protect you guys, then you’ll die off faster than ants who are set on fire by a pyromaniac.” Peter said, and they turned to face him. “I’m willing to protect you all.” He added, and Malia got up to go by his side.

Liam was hesitant but ended up going to his side also.

“Any more?” Peter asked, and he made eye contact with Stiles. “What about you, pack member?” Peter asked him.

Stiles blinked to that, and he felt something there but ignored it. “Fine, but only because you seem genuine in wanting to be a good alpha,” Stiles grumbled, and he went to stand by Peter.

Peter smiled, and he went to hug Stiles close to his side. “You made the right choice!” Peter assured Stiles who bit his lip. Stiles wasn’t too sure he really did make the right choice, but he glanced at his best friend’s body. He had no choice.

—

The funeral for Scott was hard on Stiles. Having your best friend die was always hard even if he didn’t treat too well. Stiles was treated more as an equal with the pack thanks to Scott, but now he wasn’t included. So, he stayed in the house to the point that the whole pack got worried.

“What if he tries something, dad? Wouldn’t that be worse?!” Malia was arguing with Peter as the others stood by.

“I agree. Stiles being holed up in his house or let alone in his room is quite worrisome. He could have tried something. I am sure his dad isn’t checking up on him enough.” Lydia hissed and frowned deeply.

“Shouldn’t a pack leader care more about their packs anyway?” Mason cut in from next to Liam on the coach who was looking down. “McCall always sought out Liam when he knew he was upset,” Mason commented.

Peter took a deep breath then smiled at the three. “The problem is that Stiles doesn’t want to be bothered. I asked him, and he said he’d be back once he is ready. We all need to respect his wish as his fellow pack members.” Peter told them.

“It has been three months!” Malia yelled.

“And he lost his best friend, honey. I am surprised Kira even comes to meetings!” Peter snapped to Malia, who rolled her eyes. “Everyone is coping with Scott’s death differently. You can’t just expect Stiles to be able to get out of bed so fast just after his best friend’s death. That’s just rude.” Peter hissed to them all then turned. “This pack meeting is over. Everyone go home now.” Peter demanded as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He’d make a visit to the Stilinski house but to inform Stiles of stuff, not to get him back.

—

Peter stopped in front of the Stilinski house and stared out his car window to look up to the house. “Maybe I should send him a text…” Peter mumbled softly. He didn’t want to surprise Stiles too badly.

-Hey, I am stopping by for a visit.- Peter sent it to Stiles.

-I know. I saw you pull up. Going to sit in the car longer?-

Peter glanced up to see Stiles staring out the window when he saw the other step away from the window. Peter then looked down when his phone went off again.

-Come in, asshole.-

Peter sighed profoundly, and he went to get out of his car then went to the front door. His knuckles almost made contact with the wood, but Stiles opened the door to stare at him. “Finally, here to check up on me?” Stiles asked him as he stared at him.

Peter went to open his mouth to address the other, and Stiles arched a brow. “Sorry, it took so long. Thought you’d want some personal space after Scott’s funeral.” He told him.

“There is giving someone space than giving someone too much space, Peter,” Stiles told him, and he sat on the bed with a book he had been reading beforehand. “Though I thought you’d take a lot longer to try and get in contact with me,” Stiles told him, and Peter pursed his lips.

“Everyone expressed their concern about you just recently, but if you’d like, then I could make sure to visit you frequently to see how you’re holding up.” Peter offered as he glanced around the room. It didn’t seem too cluttered. Just dark. 

“That’d be nice,” Stiles mumbled then looked up at him. “Though I am surprised you came yourself. Scott always sent a pack member.” Stiles told him, and Peter blinked.

“But the pack leader should always come with a pack member. Granted, I didn’t, but he should’ve at least. That’s peculiar.” Peter rubbed his chin as he spoke.

“He probably thought that since he dealt with me before he was a wolf, then he could just send his pack to do his work after he was the head wolf. Though I supported him a lot when he was going through his first stages of being a wolf because of you,” Stiles said.

Peter nodded to that as he remembered Stiles being around Scott all the time. It was one of the reasons he considered making Stiles into a wolf, but he didn’t since he respected the fact Stiles didn’t want it.

“I remember that. I was surprised you stayed with his friend after how he had been treating you. It seems all unfair, in my opinion.” Peter stated, and Stiles shrugged to it.

“I got used to it after a while. Scott would be stressed out, and I understood. Sure, I was left behind, but it’s not like I wasn’t used to it.” Stiles explained, and Peter sighed to that.

“Would you like me to check up on you again?” Peter asked and went to leave.

“Tomorrow is good,” Stiles told him, and Peter nodded.

“It’s a date then,” Peter told Stiles.

—

Stiles woke with his thoughts racing. They’d been that way since Peter had left the day before. Why would he call it a date when it wasn’t? He hadn’t even been appropriately asked onto a date beforehand! So, why call it a date? 

Stiles rubbed his face, then got up out of bed and went to get into the shower. Maybe Peter was just playing around with him. That would make more sense. 

He got out of the shower after spending some time under the stream. “He’s just pulling my leg like always. God damn it.” Stiles rubbed his face with a towel, and he slid on some pants.

He grabbed a decent shirt to slip on, then he sat on his bed for a while after he grabbed a book. He just wanted to preoccupy himself with something to take his mind off of things. He got distracted from a chapter on vampires when his phone went off.

-I’ll be over in ten minutes.- 

Stiles read the text about five minutes ago. He glanced at the timestamp, and he wondered if he should finish getting ready. He got up and heard the knock on the door when he went to fix his hair.

Well, ten minutes went by faster than Stiles expected. He rushed downstairs and opened the door to reveal Peter in his usual V-neck. “Ah, so you were joking about it being a date?” Stiles asked while leaning against the door frame.

“No. This is my usual date attire. Can I not take my favorite human out for a nice lunch date?” Peter asked, and Stiles scoffed.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with.” Stiles huffed out, and he grabbed his jacket from his couch. Then he slid his shoes on.

“After you.” Peter allowed Stiles to exit his house and showed him to his car. “Did you sleep well last night?” He asked him.

“Well enough,” Stiles told him and watched Peter open the car door for him. “Though it was sort of restless since I couldn’t stop thinking about the date today,” Stiles stated.

He got into the car, and he stared ahead as Peter joined him on his right. “I would say I am flattered you thought about me so much, but it worries me that you didn’t get enough sleep,” Peter spoke as he drove. “What helps you sleep normally?” Peter asked him.

Stiles sighed then shrugged. “Normally, I just read until my mind is exhausted, and my eyes are drooping,” Stiles told him as he looked at him. “So, I just tire myself out.” He finally answered.

Peter listened and pursed his lips as he made a turn. “That’s not good, Stiles. You should find a healthier way of sleeping at night.” Peter informed him. 

Stiles rolled his eyes at the statement. “Not like I will find one. No one likes to help me with my problems, Peter. Everyone just tells me to get over myself.” Stiles told him.

“That can’t be true. I am sure Scott tried and help you. He was just the wrong person.” Peter said as he parked in front of an apartment building.

Stiles looked out the window as he listened to Peter speak. “Say what you will. It doesn’t change the fact that no one really helped.” Stiles said and got out of the car. “Are we at your place for a home-cooked lunch date?” Stiles asked Peter once he was at his side.

“Yes, we are. Did you want a change in venue? I can arrange that if you truly desire that.” Peter said. “Anything to make you comfortable,” Peter added.

Stiles glanced at Peter when he heard him. “Your place is fine. Being in a crowded restaurant wouldn’t benefit me right now. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Stiles admitted.

Peter nodded then led Stiles inside to his humble abode. “Make yourself comfortable,” Peter advised. “I’ll start making us our lunch.” Peter finished as he got into the kitchen.

Stiles glanced around the apartment and felt nervous. Sure, Peter was trying to help him get out more by placing him in another house, but it just made him uncomfortable. He decided to take a step further, but he shook his head. “I’m just going to leave. Thanks for trying, though, Peter,” Stiles called out. He turned and left Peter’s apartment before the other could stop him.

Peter stopped prepping the food he got out and watched Stiles leave. He frowned some as he thought to himself about what he could do for the other. He’d have to try something else.

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It may have taken Stiles some more time to fully accept Scott’s death, but he did. Peter helped by going over to his house every day after the whole date scenario. Instead, Peter just hung out with him in his room and kept him company as he began to read more and more on supernatural creatures. Peter would even help him with some terms and things he didn’t quite understand.

“So, could we try getting out again? You know going to an actual restaurant for a meal.” Peter suggested to him. He was laying down on Stiles’ bed while the other was reading a massive hardcover book.

“You think I can handle that?” Stiles asked Peter as he closed the book after putting a bookmark there. “I mean being there with you should settle my nerves, but I barely have been outside in the past two months,” Stiles explained.

Peter went to sit up as he listened to Stiles. “I know, but I do think you’re ready, and besides, I’ll be there with you,” Peter assured him.

Stiles sighed, then he set the book on the side dresser. “Did you want to do it today?” He asked Peter. He wished he had more warning so he could give himself a pep talk, but casual dates were okay. What could go wrong?

“Yeah, we can go out for dinner and have a little ice cream get together after,” Peter told him. He stood and stretched out his body with a groan.

“Sounds nice,” Stiles told him and watched him stretch. “I should shower before we go. Considering it has been a while since I have showered.” Stiles told him.

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fight club ❁ isaac lahey

(gif is not mine, credit to the owner) warnings / language, an unprecedented ass-grabbing, punching, mentions of blood, mentions of underaged drinking, and some fluffy stuff to make you smile word count / 4.6k

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ANOTHER SWEATY BODY stumbled back against Y/N as she fought her way through what felt like a mosh pit of drunk teenagers. "Excuse me," she grunted as the person carelessly knocked her into the wall, the motion resulting in some of the amber liquid inside of her plastic cup sloshing over the rim and onto her hand. She glanced disgustedly at the beer trickling down her wrist and she wiped it off on her jeans. All Y/N had wanted to do was find Peyton, her designated driver, and leave, but instead, she was covered in beer. "Mind watching where you're going, please?" She jabbed half-heartedly, the alcohol running through her system causing a few of her words to mingle together.

The blonde hair of the girl who'd bumped into her flew by in a blur as she whipped around to look at Y/N. Her eyebrows—illuminated by the dim lighting of Lydia Martin's party—were noticeably furrowed at first, but when her brown eyes gave Y/N a once over, her expression softened. "Oh, my God," she uttered, reaching out to Y/N in a guilty manner with her free hand. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't even see you there," the girl explained with undeniable sincerity—and the lingering effects of a few shots—laced in her voice and written all over her face as she spoke.

Y/N, who suddenly felt really bad about snapping at her, shook her head softly. "No, no, you're totally fine," she reassured her with a nervous laugh, hoping it'd be enough to bury the fact that she almost wigged out at this poor girl. "I don't even know why I was such a bitch about it, I'm sorry," she apologized, putting some of the blame on herself and flashing the girl an awkward smile.

She only nodded her head, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards slightly as she tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Don't worry about it, girl. Go have a good time," she suggested, shooting off a playful wink as she brought her cup to her lips.

"You, too," Y/N replied, her smile becoming a little more certain as the interaction ended exceptionally better than she'd imagined. The blonde flashed her a drunken grin and sent her off with a flittering wave of her fingers, which Y/N repaid with a casual flick of her hand, and the girl turned back around to face her friends.

When Y/N remembered what she'd been doing before the girl had knocked into her, which was looking for her ride, she started moving again. Her eyes scanned over dozens of heads bobbing to the music and flitted over tons of faces, but none of them were Peyton. She continued to push between and around people, though, muttering excuse me's and a couple of excuse you's as she did.

If she was being honest, she didn't feel like looking for Peyton anymore. There were so many people and so many rooms in this giant house and, being the tired, drunken girl that she was, all Y/N wanted to do was find a nice, empty room to take a nap in. She didn't change course, though, because putting in the extra energy to make it to her own bed seemed more worthwhile than hopping under the covers of a stranger's.

She hardly got to take another step before she felt a hand, large and rough, against her ass. Her movements faltered as the hand squeezed harshly, the fingertips of whoever it belonged to digging into her flesh.

Without waiting another beat, Y/N whirled around, the beer in her cup splashing onto her skin again. She decided to ditch the cup on a coffee table to her right before switching her attention back to the tall, bulky, brunette asshole who thought it was a good idea to touch her ass without permission. There was a crooked smirk on his face and his eyes were bloodshot, but his intoxicated state didn't justify his behavior in the slightest. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She yelled, a scowl tugging at her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"OH, SHIT," Isaac hissed as he carefully avoided yet another flailing arm, swerving expertly around the Solo cup to avoid the contents spilling out of it. He moved a bit further to the edge of the crowd, figuring his chances of getting doused in Budweiser were far less on the outskirts. He continued to look over everyone, though, searching for the familiar spastic movements of Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall's crooked jawline, and the telltale signs of the rest of his friends.

Unfortunately, he'd been looking for them for the past twenty minutes, but he'd had no luck finding any of them. His eyes kept mulling over the same familiar faces of his peers and, at one point, he'd thought about asking someone for help, but he doubted that any of these people were sober enough to give him any valuable information. He kept moving as much as he didn't want to anymore, knowing he'd find them sooner or later, but after a while, something caught his eye.

A girl—attractive, alone, and a decent distance away from him—spun around so fast he thought she might topple over, but instead, she set her cup down on a table and glared daggers at the guy in front of her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He could hear her spit from across the room, humility and disgust radiating off of her. If Isaac had been anybody else, her voice would've been drowned out by the loud music, but since he was a werewolf, he filtered through the pulsing of the beat to pick up what she was saying.

Either way, he would've known she was uncomfortable because of the unmistakable anger written on her face.

His eyebrows furrowed as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. He looked at the buff guy in front of her, who smirked triumphantly down at her as he held a near-empty bottle of beer in his grasp. "Just havin' a little fun, babygirl," he slurred and that was all Isaac needed to hear to know that the dude was completely shitfaced.

"That doesn't mean you can grab my ass without my permission, you prick," the girl hissed and Isaac's eyes widened.

At this point, he felt like maybe he should intervene. Instead of continuing to look for his friends, he started to make his way over to the girl. Getting her away from that intoxicated dickhead became his new objective.

Y/N WASN'T just disgusted; she was absolutely repulsed. This jerkoff just tried to justify groping her ass by calling it 'a little fun' and then, he had the nerve to call her 'babygirl'? She wanted to puke so bad at that, she could almost taste the bile in her throat. "That doesn't mean you can grab my ass without my permission, you prick," she growled at him, but the guy laughed.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and took an unnecessary swig of his beer. "Well, if you didn't shake it in my fucking face, we wouldn't be having this problem," he snarled, his crude behavior suddenly turning aggressive, and anger bubbled up under her skin at his useless excuses.

Y/N let her arms fall to her sides and she clenched her fists. "I didn't shake anything in your face, dude," she hissed. "I was literally walking by you, minding my own goddamn business, and you grabbed my ass!" She shouted, earning a few glances from people around them.

The only person who seemed sober enough to actually care what was going on was a tall, well-built boy with a mop of curly brown hair on top of his head. He stepped into Y/N's vision, his hands reaching out to brush against her shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asked, but she didn't hear him. She didn't even register that he was standing right in front of her.

She didn't register anything except the white hot rage and the dribble of alcohol inside of her, so she drew her arm backwards, whammed her fist against the first thing in sight, and listened to the satisfying crack as it collided with something.

Instead of getting the ideal cry of pain from the pervert who'd grabbed her ass, the curly-haired guy who just suddenly appeared brought his hands to his nose and staggered backwards. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, blinking a few times because his head was fucking spinning. He regained his balance after a few seconds, but there was a waterfall of blood gushing down his face and between his fingers.

Confusion swirled around in Y/N's mind as she watched this tall, extremely cute lacrosse player contort his face in pain until it clicked. "Oh, my God," she whispered quickly, glancing behind him only to realize that her violator was long gone and this guy had just been trying to help. "I'm so, so sorry," she blurted, stepping towards him and reaching out to hesitantly, but gently, grab his elbows.

His hands were still cupped over his face and he gave her a wide-eyed look. "What the hell?" He asked and his voice was slightly high-pitched. His eyes darted back and forth, searching her expression for any kind of explanation for why she'd just sucker-punched him in the nose.

Her face washed over with a mixture of guilt and concern as she looked at him and she shook her head rapidly. "I didn't mean to do that, I swear," she protested, but he didn't seem to be buying it. "I've had a few drinks and I was aiming for that asshole. I was so mad I didn't even realize you stepped between us, I'm so sorry," she apologized, her thumbs brushing over the skin on his elbows gently.

Isaac scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay, fight club," he hummed unenthusiastically, and she laughed nervously at the nickname. He slowly brought his hands off of his face and she took her hands off of his elbows so that they could both assess the damage.

The entire bottom half of his face and the palms of his hands were smeared in red and Y/N widened her eyes at the sight. "Oh, God," she muttered, before taking one of his blood-stained hands in hers. "I'm gonna help you clean this up and get you some ice, okay?" She told him, but it seemed like more of a statement than an offer, so he nodded his head.

She started to pull him in the direction of the kitchen but after a few steps, she paused and looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm Y/N, by the way," she introduced herself, flashing him a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

He shook his head softly and let out a dry laugh. "I'm Isaac," he replied. She grinned at his response, though, happy that she hadn't ruined all chances of a friendship, and she started to tug him to safety once more.

It didn't take long before Y/N was guiding Isaac gently into the empty kitchen, leading him to the other end so that they stood in front of the sink. "Just..." she trailed off, letting go of his hand and tilting his head upwards so that he was looking at the ceiling. "Stay like that so you don't get blood everywhere and I'll clean you up," she instructed, missing the amused curve of his lips as she turned to grab a wad of paper towels. She turned on the faucet and ran them underneath the tap.

When she turned back around to face Isaac, she stumbled over her own two feet and just about into the side of the kitchen island. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he blurted, breaking his eye contact with one of the lightbulbs above them, and he hurriedly reached out to steady her. His hands clasped around her elbows and a small giggle spilled from her mouth. "You good?" He asked and she nodded her head.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied confidently and Isaac let his hands fall back at his side. "You're the one with a bloody nose," she added, smiling to herself when he rolled his eyes.

Isaac huffed. "I wonder why," he teased and she laughed, picking up one of his hands and wiping off the blood with her wet paper towel.

Y/N glanced up at him with an infectious smile on her face, but he could still smell the guilt on her. "I'm really sorry about that, by the way," she confessed again. "If I was in my right mind, that never would've happened," she explained.

He nodded his head as she spoke. "It's fine, really. Happens more often than you'd think," he told her with a note of amusement playing in his voice. She didn't seem to think anything of it, though. "Plus, I can't really blame you for wanting to deck a guy like that," he continued, but he regretted it the second that her cheery expression fell awkward.

Instead of saying anything else, Y/N let go of his hand and carefully grabbed his other one, working on cleaning that one off, too. He watched her intently as she put all of her attention on shining him up, studying the way her eyebrows knitted with focus and the way her lips pressed together in concentration.

There was a lot of irony in their situation, if you thought about it. I mean, he was completely sober and, somehow, there was a drunk girl taking care of him.

A few more seconds of Y/N scrubbing away at his palm and wiping away whatever had trickled onto his forearm passed before a drop of blood landed on her wrist. She looked up at Isaac, her cheeks flushing red when she found his eyes already on her, and she held her hand up to him. "Isaac, you're dripping," she pointed, her voice laced with a combination of concern and nerves.

"Oh, sorry," he told her. His eyebrows quirked upwards at that and he went to look back up at the ceiling, but she shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll just wipe your nose off and see if there's an icepack somewhere," she said and he didn't have the heart to tell her that he didn't need one. Not that it didn't hurt, because damn, she had one hell of an arm, but because of the accelerated healing that came with being a werewolf.

Instead, he nodded and dipped his head down into her reach. She smiled sympathetically up at him, cupping the side of his jaw delicately with one of her hands and starting to wipe the blood away with the other. The paper towel was cool against his heated skin and, if he was being truthful, it felt nice to not have to deal with the mess on his own for once.

"Thank you for doing this," he told her when she pulled the paper towel away from his face, wiping the excess water off on the sleeve of his shirt.

Y/N nodded her head and made her way over to the freezer, dropping the soaked paper towel into the trash can on her way. "It's the least I can do after punching you in the face," she responded and they both laughed at that. "But you're welcome," she said more seriously, glancing at him over her shoulder and smiling warmly. There was something about seeing her grin crookedly at him, her features illuminated by the light of the freezer, that made his heart flutter, but he chose to ignore it. He leaned against the countertop when she turned away, instead. "Hey, there's no icepacks in here," she said, ice crunching as she sifted through the bags and boxes. "Are frozen peas alright?" She questioned, pulling the bag of frozen vegetables out of the bottom and holding it up for him to see.

Isaac nodded at that, knowing that frozen peas were the next best thing to an actual icepack, and she shut the freezer. He watched her as she stepped back over to him, wobbling very slightly as she did, and she hopped up onto the counter beside him. "Here," she hummed, dropping them into his hands when he held them out.

"Thanks," he told her, pressing the peas over his nose to humor her.

A minute or two of silence fell over them after that and they each avoided looking at each other, their eyes flickering over different objects in the room instead. Isaac tapped the fingertips of his free hand against the counter and Y/N knocked the heel of her shoe against the cabinet absentmindedly as they sat there.

Y/N glanced over at Isaac quickly, silently admiring his features that weren't covered by the bag. He had a mess of beautiful, brown curls and his blue eyes were nothing short of enchanting. His jawline was sharp, his eyebrows were full, and she didn't even want to get started on how kissable his lips looked in the moment. God, he was really handsome.

She looked at him a little while longer until he peeked over at her. She focused her attention on something in front of her quickly, her cheeks warming up at the fact that she'd just been caught staring. "So, I just realized it, but I think you're in my English class," she pointed out randomly, just hoping to break the barrier of awkward silence that had formed between them.

She looked back at him and he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, analyzing her features carefully. "Oh, yeah," he said in realization. "I guess I didn't recognize you right away because I usually only see the back of your head," he added and she shrugged.

"Maybe," she answered. "And I guess I didn't recognize you because I usually don't see you at all, so," she trailed off and Isaac chuckled at her revision to his own words. Just another negative of sitting in the front, she thought to herself.

He shifted his position so that he held the bag of peas against his nose with his other hand. "No offense, but I never took you as a party person," he said, glancing down at the floor before looking back up at her.

Y/N scoffed. "That's because I'm not," she explained. "I don't know if you know Peyton James, but she was the one who asked me to come tonight. I mean, free booze, chips and dip, and some quality best friend time? How could I refuse?" She joked, ending her sentence with a mockingly glamorous tone of voice.

Isaac cracked a smile. "Well, if you're having fun, that's what counts, I guess," he told her.

She laughed and shook her head. "Fun's not exactly the word I'd use to describe it," she said. "I'm covered in the booze, the chips were stale, Peyton ditched me, and some creep touched my butt," she explained, rolling her eyes at the mention of the pervert from earlier.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I mean, not about the guy touching your butt, just the 'everything-gone-wrong' part," he agreed. "I came here to hang out with my friends and I literally haven't seen them the whole time I've been here."

"Oh, so you've just been floating around the whole time?" Y/N asked, watching as he switched between hands again.

Isaac shrugged. "Kind of, I guess. I mean, I've been texting them but nobody's answered and I couldn't find them, so I pretty much have been walking around for the past half hour."

Y/N made a face at that and she sighed. "Yeesh," she breathed, leaning back on the palms of her hands. "I've kind of been doing the same. I was trying to find Peyton when I ran into that guy but, luckily, I have a few beers in my system and I wasn't looking for long, so I'm not too upset about it anymore."

"I don't drink, so I've just been bored out of my mind," he admitted. "Well, up until now, at least."

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You're not drunk?"

Isaac shook his head. Due to the superhuman rate of his metabolism, he processed alcohol way too quickly to feel the effects of it. He couldn't exactly tell her that, though, so he decided to go with a different reason. "No, I don't like what it does to people," he told her and she squinted her eyes at him curiously. "When I was growing up, my dad," he paused, shaking his head. "He sucked when he was sober, so when he got drunk—" he stopped when his voice cracked unexpectedly, snippets of the way his childhood was—slaps, bruises, and broken glass—flashed through his head. He opened his mouth to keep going, though, because he felt strangely connected to her, but Y/N set her hand on his bicep to stop him. It was weird how comforting her touch was considering how little he knew about her.

She offered him a reassuring smile. "Seems like it was rough for you," she told him, giving his arm a squeeze, and he nodded his head. "We can talk about something else, though. I don't mind," she told him.

Isaac flashed her a grateful smile. "Yeah, like how much this party blows," he said, switching hands on the makeshift ice pack again.

"Here, I'll hold it," she offered and Isaac nodded, handing her the bag of peas.

"I'll move so it's easier." He pushed himself off of the counter and stepped in front of her, blushing slightly when she moved her knees apart. Y/N gestured for him to slot himself between them and he did, albeit hesitantly.

She laughed softly at the way his cheeks tinted pink and she held the peas back against his face. Truth be told, Isaac really wasn't hurting anymore, but he kind of wanted the excuse to get closer to her. He was a little nervous at first, that him being so near to her would make her feel uncomfortable or violated, but she seemed alright. She seemed content as she held the peas gently against his nose, a small smile set on her lips.

Y/N's eyes fluttered over his own briefly and her smile grew. "It's not so bad, though," she whispered and his eyebrows quirked upwards as if to urge her to continue. "I had a cute guy come to my rescue," she admitted a little bit louder and Isaac's heart skipped a beat in his chest.

His cheeks flared with color, a nervous laugh bubbling out of his lips, and Y/N beamed at him. The way he smiled at her words was beyond adorable and she leaned forward a little bit. Not to kiss him, but just because she was super comfortable with the fact that she'd just called him cute.

Usually, she wasn't that bold, but she was kind of thankful for the liquid courage in her system, because his reaction was the cutest freaking thing she'd ever seen.

He tried to fight the goofy grin that tugged at the corners of his lips, but he couldn't, and he wasn't really sure why. "Well, yeah, I guess it's not all garbage," he agreed quietly. "I mean, I did get punched in the nose, but the girl who did it is really pretty, so," he confessed lightly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he did.

As the words left his mouth, it was Y/N's turn to grow pink and her stomach did a backflip in her abdomen. "Not fair, Isaac," she teased him, pushing playfully on his shoulder, and he laughed. "You totally jacked my move."

Instead of continuing the banter, he just chuckled again and he gently took the bag of peas out of her hand. He dropped the bag in the sink and he sighed softly, slipping out from between her legs and leaning back against the counter. "So, look," he started. "Can I ask you something kinda weird?" He questioned randomly.

Y/N shrugged. "Well, I'm drunk, so this might be your only chance," she joked and he rolled his eyes. "I'm kidding. Go ahead," she told him, urging him on.

Isaac nodded. "So, I get that we don't really know each other, but I'm kind of tired," he explained. "I don't know where your friend is and I wouldn't feel right leaving you here all by yourself, so, since I'm sober, do you want me to take you home?" He asked.

Honestly, Y/N had been waiting for some sort of stupid question that would change her opinion about this boy completely, but then, he pulled that on her. It was nothing short of thoughtful and it made her feel a little fuzzy on the inside, so she took a moment and then, she nodded her head. "You know, I'd actually really like that," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "Do you think I could put my address in the GPS on your phone really quickly, though? I don't wanna have to do it in the car because I'll probably fall sleep," she told him.

For some reason, the thought of handing a pretty girl his phone made his stomach twist, but he pulled it out of his back pocket anyways. "Oh, uh— okay, so you don't have to," he paused, tapping in the code to unlock his phone, "but if you wanted to put your number in, too, I'd kinda like that," he confessed.

Her eyes widened slightly at his request, mostly because she hadn't really expected him to like her that much, but she nodded her head. "Of course." She bit her bottom lip gently to fight back a huge smile as she tapped away on his phone.

Isaac pressed his lips together to keep from grinning and he pretended to clear his throat so that he could seem less giddy. "Cool," he told her, a little more awkwardly than he'd meant to, but she didn't seem to mind as she handed him back his phone. She put the phone in his palm and the screen was still set on her contact page, which contained her phone number and the words "fight club :)" written in bold above it. When he read over the nickname that he'd given her earlier that night, he couldn't fight his smile any longer. "I'll call you sometime," he promised.

A grin spread across Y/N's face like soft butter and she gently knocked her elbow against his. "You better, Isaac," she hummed, before hopping off of the countertop and looking over at him. "Now, if you could bring me home," she paused for dramatic effect, "that would be superb," she finished. It'd sounded a lot better in her head, but now that she had said the word 'superb' out loud, she wanted bang her head against a wall.

Lucky for her, Isaac thought it was cute.

He laughed and nodded his head in response. "Of course. Just don't give me a goodbye punch when we get there," he teased and, as they made their way to the door, something gave her the feeling that he'd never let her live that down.

↴ author's note / okay so, not what i had in mind when i first came up with title for this imagine because it was gonna be something totally different. i'm really proud of what i did here with the plot and their interactions, even if my writing isn't at its top, but we all have our days. i still think it's really cute. leave me some feedback! thanks for reading x

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Merry Christmas, @Superwhumper06!

For @superwhumper06. Happy holidays and I hope all your wishes come true!

(Edit: This may look completely different later after the reveal. I had to wrap the story up somehow in a time crunch to hand it in on time and try somewhat to respect the word limit but it’s literally missing two scenes).

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Home for the Holidays

“So...Stiles...What do you say?”

For someone that always had something to say, in this precise moment, Stiles couldn’t say a whole lot. He wanted to, though. He wanted to scream it out actually. But for the first time in his life, he was rendered speechless.

Maybe it was because the love of his life was on his knee in front of him asking him a question he’d been dying to hear. Or because the Golden Gate Bridge was like the most romantic location for something like this ever. Or maybe it was because Derek had given such an inspiring speech before asking Stiles to marry him. Maybe, it was all of it. Yeah, definitely all of it.

If only he’d had an inkling that this would be taking place today. He would’ve made sure to be more prepared. Derek had gotten him good, asking Stiles’ parents to invite them on a hike so he could pull this off. And he’d been successful, Stiles was completely surprised and in a state of shock. He was also sweaty and gross and starting to ugly cry. A mess. He was a complete mess.

Of course, it didn’t help matters that Stiles still hadn’t answered yet. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but had difficulty processing how to get the words out of his brain and into his mouth. Thankfully, his dear old dad was there to come in the clutch.

“Son, why don’t you cut the boy a break, huh,” John Stilinski joked, yanking Stiles out of his silent stupor.

And with that, Stiles was able to compose himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, before letting out an eloquent shriek and gracelessly jumping on top of Derek, sending them both crashing into the dirt.

“Yes! Fuck yes!” He could finally say, kissing Derek eagerly and laughing against his mouth. “Did you honestly think I’d say no?”

“You had me worried for a minute there,” Derek admitted, letting out a sigh of relief.

Derek sat them up and held out the ring box. Stiles gasped, it was so beautiful and sparkly; a white gold band with two rows of diamonds. Stiles loved it, like beyond loved. And he’d totally show Derek later just how much he appreciated it once his parents weren’t in the near vicinity.

Stiles could barely sit still as Derek slipped the ring on his finger. Once it was on, he turned to his parents and pointed at his mother accusingly.

“Did you know!?”

His mom was his best friend and they told each other absolutely everything. Nothing was ever “too personal.” So, if Claudia Stilinski actually managed to keep this to herself, then who knew what else she could be holding back from him.

“Of course I didn’t, sweetie,” Claudia scoffed, easing Stiles’ concerns of his mother being a potential sociopath. “If I knew, I certainly would’ve spilled the beans. Your father knew though. I guess Derek thinks he’s the better secret keeper.”

“Sorry!” Derek winced when Claudia crossed her arms over her chest with a sour expression.

“Oh, don’t be like that, honey,” John said, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Just because you’re god awful at keeping secrets doesn’t mean we love you any less.”

Claudia harrumphed and pinched him.

John just laughed, nodding at Derek to say, “Welcome to the family, son.”

“Yes, welcome,” Claudia said warmly but scowled and rolled her eyes when John kissed her on the cheek.

Stiles grinned, well used to his parents' silly bickering by now. It was pretty gross how they were still so in love after all these years. Stiles looked back to Derek who was laughing as well watching Claudia tell John to talk to the hand. He smiled to himself, thinking about him and Derek being like that in the future.

“Now moving onto decorative napkins…”

Planning a wedding was a breeze when your best friend was a wedding planner. As soon as Stiles broke the news to Lydia that he and Derek were engaged, she immediately hijacked the operation, citing that Stiles’ taste was trash and he would just mess everything up. Stiles indeed had trash taste and, on his own, would definitely have messed everything up. So, while her harsh delivery needed work, he was grateful to have her on board.

“You do know the wedding is in a year and a half, right?”

Stiles knew that most couples couldn't wait to get married, but he and Derek had only been dating for a year. Not that Stiles had any doubts that Derek was the one for him, but they had always moved kind of fast in their relationship…

They first met at the hospital Derek worked at when Stiles was asked to paint a Christmas-themed mural in the nursery. Of course, Stiles saw a hot doctor and just had to make a move, but he hadn’t expected his shameless flirting to work. He also hadn’t expected for them to go on their first date that very night or for them to fall so in love with each other by their second date. By their third date, they were already living together and adopting a cat.

It was quite the whirlwind romance, to say the least. And they were still in the infatuation stage, fully wrapped up in each other as they swung their laced hands back and forth while following Lydia through the store. This wedding was going to be the best day of their lives and, with such a quick beginning, they didn’t want to rush it.

Lydia stopped and swung around, placing her hands on her hips and donning a menacing power pose that had both Stiles and Derek shrinking back a little bit. “I will not let you guys procrastinate in the planning of this wedding,” she lectured, glaring hotly at them. “A year and a half is barely any time to throw together a wedding. And every detail matters, no matter how small!”

With another scorching glare, she turned and flounced off, her voluminous red hair bouncing fiercely with each step. Stiles looked over at Derek and lifted his finger to his temple, twirling it and mouthing that she was cuckoo before rushing to follow her so they wouldn’t get in trouble again.

“I’m confused,” Derek said as they watched Lydia deliberate between two different table runners for twenty-five minutes. “Are we paying her? Did we ask her to do this?”

“Nope,” Stiles said, popping the p. “She most definitely took this upon herself and we’ll almost certainly be getting a bill in the mail.”

Derek groaned, looking miserably up at the ceiling as if the boredom of picking out cloth napkins and napkin rings was actually painful for him. Stiles knew just how to lift his spirits, singing along loudly to Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You.” Nothing was more healing to Derek than Stiles’ beautiful singing voice, and sure enough, Stiles’ shrill crooning and pitchy high notes managed to get a laugh out of Derek.

Stiles loved when Derek laughed, especially when his eyes got all crinkly and he wrinkled his nose. He couldn’t resist kissing his adorable dimples, then just had to taste his lips, then absolutely needed to slip in a little tongue. Then they were lost in it and it was just the two of them making out in the middle of a department store as cheesy Christmas music played over the speaker.

A throat cleared and they jumped apart, finding Lydia standing there tapping her foot testily. “Seriously,” she condemned, “Would you two keep it PG and stop dilly-dallying when we’re supposed to be working.”

“Sorry,” they both said in unison; Derek blushing a bright red while Stiles shrugged unabashed.

“She’s scary,” Derek whispered after Lydia walked away again.

“Eh, her bark is bigger than her bite.”

If you asked him years ago, Stiles actually would have thought he’d be doing this with Lydia: getting married, that is. He’d had a crush on her since grade school, and in high school, they’d dated for a while before Lydia realized she kind of liked girls and Stiles realized he kind of liked boys. Luckily, they were still able to remain close friends.

“Hey, Lyds, can we get an In-N-Out truck at the wedding?” Stiles called.

“Absolutely not!” Lydia cried from a distance.

Stiles snickered and elbowed Derek, looking over at him and expecting to see him laughing as well. But Derek wasn’t laughing or smiling; in fact, he looked deeply unhappy. Stiles was about to ask him about it when out of the corner of his eye he saw why.

Even though they lived in San Francisco, the gay capital of the world, there were still asshole bigots out there whose strived to ruin other people’s happiness even though they were doing nothing wrong and hurting nobody. Homophobia didn’t bother Stiles as much as it bothered Derek, probably because Stiles had always been out and proud. Stiles was Derek’s first boyfriend; his first everything when it came to that. And it always made Stiles sad to see Derek get so upset over the fact that some old geezer had a problem with them being in there affectionate in public. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek and kissed him again in spite, which made Derek smile again and had asshole grandpa over there huffing and puffing and going on his way with the rest of his Christmas shopping.

Derek’s phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled away from Stiles reluctantly to fish it out. “I have to take this. It’s probably work.”

“‘Kay,” Stiles nodded, well-used to Derek’s work interrupting their private time by now. Being with a doctor that brought new life into the world each day, Stiles had discovered that babies were major cock blocks. Cute ones, though.

Stiles located Lydia in the dinnerware aisle perusing charger plates. “Want to know what I think?” he asked.

“Not in the least,” Lydia shot down.

Though his singing talents were somewhat questionable and his wedding designing left a lot to be desired, Stiles wasn’t without some capabilities. He was still an artist, a well-known one at that, with artwork displayed in famous galleries all over the world. He knew colors and which ones went well together. After annoying her enough, Lydia begrudgingly let him help, which made things go so much faster. Lydia was actually impressed with his choices and they managed to get the place settings all sorted out by the time Derek got back.

“Looks like I’m going to have to cut out early,” Derek said, tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“Nooooo!!” Stiles whined, latching onto him so he couldn’t leave.

“I’m sorry, but a patient at the hospital needs me.”

“Let her die!”

“Stiles,” Derek said sternly then rolled his eyes.

“You can’t leave me here with Lydia! I’ll die. So pick, your patient or your fiancé.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Derek snorted, kissing Stiles’ pout. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll remember this!”

“Love you.”

“Traitor!”

“Have fun!”

“Fuck you!”

Stiles slumped his shoulders, life bleak now that he was off to war on his own. Cheerfully, Lydia linked their arms together and dragged a spiritless Stiles off to more stores for stupid wedding stuff.

“We must talk seating arrangements,” Lydia informed him. “Has Derek made a list of everyone he’s inviting?”

“No, because the wedding is a year and a half away and we’re not thinking that far ahead,” Stiles said, using his favorite excuse for when Lydia asked him why they hadn’t done anything for the wedding yet.

“The both of you are slackers,” Lydia complained. “I mean, you, I understand. I’ve known you almost your whole life and you’re only getting worse, but Derek is a doctor. He should be a lot more organized.”

Stiles shrugged. “Derek doesn’t have that many friends, so it won’t be that long of a list.”

“What about his family?”

“Hmm?” Stiles cocked his head to the side.

“His family, Stiles,” Lydia said slowly, “Does Derek have a lot of relatives…”

“Oh,” Stiles frowned. “I don’t know. I’ve never met them.”

Lydia’s eyes bulged out of her head. “What?!” Her jaw dropped. “You haven’t met Derek’s family? Like his immediate family? Oh my god! Why are wemarrying him then!”

“Because I love him loads and want to spend the rest of my life with him,” Stiles responded, not sure why Lydia was making such a big deal about this. Or why she always used we when talking about his and Derek’s relationship.

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird that you haven’t met the family of your fiancé?” Lydia asked. “He’s met your parents, right?”

“Of course,” Stiles said. “Plenty of times.”

“Has he even talked about them to you? Are they close?” Lydia’s questions were coming too fast for Stiles to respond. “Do they send Christmas cards or birthday wishes? What about Facebook? Have you tried stalking them though Derek’s Facebook?”

“Derek doesn’t have a Facebook.”

Lydia gasped, “What if you finally meet them and they hate you? That’ll make this wedding so awkward. You’re a very hate-able person, Stiles!”

“Relax, Lydia.” Stiles places his hands on her shoulders. “I don’t think it’s that weird. I think he said his family lives in New York or somewhere far. And we don’t get to travel much with him working all the time.”

“Whatever,” Lydia huffed. “Just get me that list.”

“Fine.” Stiles surrendered. “Will do.”

The more Stiles thought about it, the more he realized that Lydia was right. It was weird that Stiles knew nothing about Derek’s family. And now that he was paying attention, he noticed that Derek never talked about having a mom or a dad or siblings.

Stiles had the good fortune of being extremely close with both his parents and his Babcia. They were all so important to him and were the reason he was the person he was today. He talked about them constantly and shared many stories from his childhood, but was wondering now why Derek had never shared anything back. Had something terrible happened when he was a kid, and if so, wasn’t it still something that Stiles should know?

“Stiles, would you please sit down. I think we have enough snacks to watch this movie.”

“Hold on,” Stiles yelled from the kitchen, “I forgot the raisinets!”

Derek didn’t get nights off from work very often, and it was kind of chilly out, so they were staying in to watch cheesy Christmas movies. Derek already had the Netflix queue up and ready to go, starting with A Christmas Prince: Royal Wedding. Stiles, on the other hand, was running behind with the snacks, but only because he completely disagreed with Derek. One could never have enough snacks while watching a movie.

“Okay, I’m ready now,” Stiles said and dropped down onto the couch next to Derek, placing the box of raisinets on the coffee table with all the other junk food. Derek shook his head disapprovingly and picked up the remote to press play when Stiles stopped him again, “Wait, we need marshmallows!”

“Stiles!” Derek groaned.

“And hot chocolate!”

Stiles ran back into the kitchen to grab the hot cocoa mix and the marshmallows, ignoring Derek’s bitching and moaning. He was positive it was moments like these that had inspired Derek to propose in the first place. He came back out with two cups of steaming hot chocolate and grimaced when he saw Derek cuddling with their evil, ugly, fat cat, Mojo Jojo in his place.

“Get you gone, demon!” Stiles shouted, sending the vicious fiend scurrying off.

Ever since the first day they brought her home, “Bubbles” as she once was called, had been nothing but nice to Derek and vicious to Stiles. So, Stiles renamed her Mojo Jojo so she had a name that better suited her mean personality.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Derek reprimanded and picked up the remote to press play again.

Stiles intercepted him once more to say, “Before we start, Lydia wants a list of all the people you want to invite to the wedding.”

“Oh,” Derek frowned. “I thought we were keeping things small.”

“Yeah, we are,” Stiles told him, “but we still need a list.”

“Alright then,” Derek said, scratching his brow, “I guess some of my close colleagues at work like Erica, Isaac, and Boyd.”

Stiles picked up his cup of hot chocolate and took a sip then asked, “What about your family? Don’t you want them to come?”

Derek winced and averted his eyes, a sign he used often when he wanted Stiles to drop a subject. But Stiles couldn’t let this go now. Not after that reaction.

“Why don’t you ever talk about them?” Stiles continued. “Did something bad happen?”

Derek didn’t say a single word. A queasy feeling ran through Stiles’ gut as an overwhelming sense of dread came over him. Had something horribly tragic happen to Derek’s entire family? Had he been keeping it inside this whole time and dealing with it all on his own? If that was the case, then all Stiles could do was cry.

“No, Stiles, it’s not that,” Derek said quickly when he noticed Stiles getting emotional. “Nothing bad happened. My family is alive and well. They just don’t…” He stopped, making a face as he fought with his words, “They don’t know that I’m... bisexual.”

“What?!” Stiles screamed so loud that even Mojo Jojo came up from her nest in hell to check out what was going on.

“They don’t know about us.”

“Why the hell not?!” Stiles demanded, shooting up from the couch.

“It’s complicated,” Derek explained and stood too. “My mom and sisters aren’t like your parents. You grew up in San Francisco around all sorts of LGBT+ representation. I grew up on a ranch deep in rural California and the only reason I knew our community even existed is because my family hates it so much.”

“Ohh my god!” Stiles paced, rubbing his temples. “We’re about to be married, Derek! Shouldn’t you have told me sooner that you’re on the DL!”

“I didn’t think it was that important,” Derek mumbled, looked down at the floor as he shifted from one foot to the other. “I don’t communicate with them a lot.”

“Did you use to?”

“Yeah.” Derek squirmed. “We were all pretty close before…”

“...Me,” Stiles whispered, his stomach dropping to the floor.

“Don’t do that,” Derek snapped. “I love you and I’m not ashamed of the life we have together. Of course, I want them to know the person I’m madly in love with, but I don’t think they’ll change.”

Stiles couldn’t feel anything but deeply saddened. Because of him, Derek now had an uncomfortable relationship with his family. How could he live with himself knowing that he and his dick were at fault for this?

“Fuck it.” Derek dug into his pocket and yanked out his phone. “I’ll call my mom right fucking now and tell her about us.”

“No!” Stiles yelled before Derek could do anything drastic. “That is not how you’re supposed to come out, Derek!”

Derek’s forehead puckered. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you should be doing this for yourself,” Stiles argued then muttered bitterly, “Not for me.”

“This is for me, though,” Derek stressed. “I want to marry you and I don’t want this to become a thing between us where you start having crazy thoughts—”

“I think we should call off the engagement.”

“—Kind of like that. Stiles, you are not breaking up with me over this.”

“It wouldn’t be a breakup,” Stiles said weakly.

“It sure as hell feels like one!”

“I don’t want you to have to choose me over your family, Derek.” Stiles twisted the engagement ring on his finger. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Stiles, come here,” Derek prompted, beckoning him forward. “Come on, you’re standing too far away. I can barely hear you.”

He stepped forward, upset and unsure, then laughed despite himself when Derek pulled him close and smothered him in kisses.

“Listen, I will call my mom tonight and tell her I’m coming home for the holidays and that I’m bringing a friend. She’s been begging me to visit for a while now so I’m sure she’ll be fine with me bringing whoever I want.”

Stiles opened his mouth to protest but Derek thoroughly kissed him silent.

“Please come with me. If I’m going to do this, I need you with me. If you’re there, I know I’ll have the courage to face them.”

“Okay,” Stiles nodded, cupping Derek’s cheek.

“Okay,” Derek grinned back, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled and kissed Stiles again fiercely.

Stiles honestly hadn’t believed Derek when he said his family lived in the middle of nowhere. After all, Derek had lied to him for months when he told Stiles that his family resided on the other side of the country, which was why they could never meet. He assumed Derek was lying to him once more or exaggerating, especially after finding out that the Hales not only lived in California but were just a few hours away from San Francisco.

However, the closer they got to Beacon Hills, the town Derek had grown up in, the more Stiles was starting to believe that Derek’s description might actually be true. As they drove through acres and acres of pastors and plains on the open road, Stiles hounded Derek with questions about his upbringing, wanting to know every detail.

He thought it was so cool that Derek got to grow up on a farm with lots of animals, like cows and chickens and ponies. Derek told him that the farm had been in the family for generations, but not many Hales ventured off into the big city. Only his Uncle Peter had done it before him, going off to L.A and marrying another man, which wasn’t exactly well-received by the rest of the family.

Stiles questioned Derek on how he thought his family might react to his coming out, but Derek seemed conflicted. Apparently, he’d had a bunch of girlfriends growing up (which Stiles wasn’t jealous about at all, nope, he was totally fine with finding out his fiancé was a former manwhore) and they would have trouble understanding that he was bisexual and that it wasn’t by choice.

“There are two very important things that I need you to remember,” Derek said seriously as they turned onto a narrow dirt road. “One; the things my family say and do and the ideologies they hold dear have never been a reflection of me and what I think. And two; I’m really, really, really sorry. We’re here!”

Derek pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, turning off the ignition. He jerked his head forward, directing Stiles’ attention towards the house, though Stiles wouldn’t have missed it on his own. When Derek had talked about his life on the farm, he’d made it sound a lot like Little House on the Prairie, and from that description, Stiles had imagined that Derek’s family lived in a cute tiny farm house with no heat, electricity or modern technology. Which was why he was obviously surprised when he saw that Derek’s childhood home was neither cute nor tiny, but a massive extravagant mansion.

“Wait a minute, I thought you said you lived on a farm.”

“A ranch, yes,” Derek concurred, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Dude...are you rich?!”

Derek flinched. “Kind of,” he downplayed then gave in when he saw Stiles wasn’t buying it. “Yes, okay. My family is rich, extremely so. This place makes a shit ton of money and I do have a sizable inheritance, but don’t freak out.”

Stiles gaped, mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Don’t freak out?” he echoed. “How can I not freak out, Derek! You’re farm boy royalty! How can I even compete with that! Do I even know you at all?”

Derek huffed, “Stiles, are you ready?”

“No,” Stiles said truthfully.

“Great!” Derek opened his car door. “Let’s go.”

After seeing the house, Stiles was scared of how Derek’s family might look and act. He was worried that they’d be too sophisticated for him and was annoyed that he now had two strikes against him, instead of one. How could he make a good first impression on Derek’s family if he was both gay and lower class.

His fears were put to rest though when he caught his first glimpse of Derek’s mom as she ran out to greet them, dressed in a pair of cowboy boots and jean short-shorts, which weren’t exactly the luxurious ball gown he’d been imagining her in.

“My goodness,” she squealed as she raced over and jumped into Derek’s arms. “Is that my baby finally home? Glad to see, Mr. Doctor-Man, that you’re remembering you have a momma!”

Derek laughed and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “Sorry, it’s been so long, Momma.”

“I guess I can’t be too mad at you,” she said and put a hand on Derek’s cheek as she beamed with pride. “You’re out there saving the world and such.”

“I just deliver babies, Momma.” Derek ducked his head, his ears turning pink. “Something I learned from helping with calving right here on this very ranch.”

Her eyes moved onto Stiles next, smiling graciously as she regarded him. “And just who is this?”

“This is the friend that I telling you about,” Derek said as he placed her back down on the ground. “Momma, this is Stiles.”

“Ooo, he a Doctor-Man too?”

“Nope, just merely an artist,” Stiles answered for himself with a nervous laugh.

“A very talented one, though,” Derek interjected in his defense.

“An artist, huh,” Derek’s mom hummed, sizing him up and down. “Well, alright then. Great to meet you, Stiles. I’m Talia Hale.”

“It’s great to meet you too, Miss,” Stiles smiled, shaking her hand as she held it out to him.

“Gee, you artists sure got dainty fingers and wrists,” Talia commented, squinting down at Stiles’ hand in displeasure. She turned Stiles’ palm up and tssked at it, shaking her head. “We’ll have to toughen you up in the next four days. Get you some calluses on these palms and teach you how to give a firm manly handshake. No matter the profession, there’s never an excuse to be a sissy. Now come on in, Stiles, I’m sure everyone will be ecstatic to meet you!”

Inside the Hale mansion was just as lavish and luxurious as the outside. And, like Talia, Derek’s two sisters, Laura and Cora, weren’t dressed up in expensive designer brands or silk princess dresses. Stiles was sure glad that he wasn’t underdressed, because for once in his life it wasn’t his sense of style that was being critiqued; just everything else about himself that he’d ever taken pride in.

Hit after hit after hit, it was like a firing squad of finding every fault in Stiles for why he wasn't man enough. His name was too weird; real men didn’t use nicknames. He slouched too much and needed to carry himself better so he wouldn’t get beat up. He was too scrawny; his bird chest and long limbs made him much too effeminate. He needed to grow facial hair; he looked like a teenage girl.

He did get one nice compliment from Derek’s older sister Laura, though. She told him he was hot and was thankful that he wasn’t gay because all the hot ones were nowadays. Oh, the irony! It’d be funny if it didn’t stab so much.

“You were right,” Stiles said when they managed to escape to get their luggage out of the car. “You were right and I was wrong. This is bad, Derek. This is horrible, actually. Let’s leave now. I’m cool with us living in sin forever and never telling anyone about us.”

“Stiles,” Derek called, catching his arm before he could pull open the passenger side door, “We can’t leave. I came prepared to tell my family about us.”

“Yeah, I know!” Stiles cringed, looking over his shoulder anxiously, lest anyone catch them touching for too long. “But that was before I knew the circumstances! And I understand it now, Derek. I get it loud and clear!”

He realized Derek’s dilemma now after having experienced it for himself because Derek’s mom and sisters weren’t necessarily bad people. They were actually nice! Like super nice and welcoming and friendly, well except for Cora but Derek had already told him that it took her time to warm up to new people. They all truly thought they were helping Stiles in their berating of him, like a charity case without the tax breaks.

Things would have been so much simpler if Derek’s mom and sisters had been genuine assholes. In fact, Stiles would have preferred it, because then he wouldn’t have to give a shit about hurting their feelings and could hate them outright. But here, he sensed how deeply they cared for Derek and how excited they were to have him back home and just didn’t think he could mess that up. Damn those pesky microaggressions!

“What do you want me to do then, Stiles?” Derek requested, “How do you expect us to survive the next four days?”

“I have no idea!” Stiles raked his fingers through his hair, “But you told them that I’m your friend, so let’s just be that for now, okay. I’m just your good friend Stiles with the dainty wrists and sissy fingers.”

“Hey, I love these fingers.” Derek reached out and took Stiles’ hand in his, dropping a light kiss to Stiles’ fingertips. “I’ve come with them inside numerous times.”

“That is so gay, Derek!” Stiles snatched his hand back. “We’re just buds now.”

“Buds.”

“Bros.”

“Alright then,” Derek nodded.

“Alright then,” Stiles echoed back.

Being a guest at the Hale Ranch kind of felt a lot staying at a five-star hotel. Stiles had been put up in a ginormous guest suite with what had to be the world’s most perfect bed. It was like laying on a heavenly cloud. Too bad Stiles hadn’t gotten much sleep in it last night.

Stiles never really liked going to sleep without Derek and Derek’s bedroom was all the way on the other side of the house. So, in the middle of the night, he decided that he was going to sneak over there, but the operation was a total fail. Stiles got so lost that he couldn’t even find his way back to his own room and ended up having to be saved by Cora like some pathetic damsel in distress. He made up some lame excuse about not being able to find the bathroom, even though he had two of them in his suite alone. He promised himself that he wouldn’t venture anywhere too far to get lost; so not needing Cora emasculating him to happen again anytime soon.

Other amenities of the Hale Ranch included a gourmet breakfast cooked by the ever so charming Laura Hale. Her flapjacks had honestly been what brought Stiles back to life after a restless night of tossing and turning. Her flirting was also pretty hilarious, and if things didn’t work out with Derek, Stiles knew he had a backup Hale to fall onto.

There were quite a few facilities on the grounds as well, Stiles’ favorite being the horse stable. Watching Derek muck out messy horse stalls and fork manure all afternoon, in theory, hadn’t sounded like a very pleasant experience. But Stiles found himself changing tunes the second he saw Derek in his sexy cowboy gear.

He also got to feed and pet all the pretty horses, and even sat on one for three whole minutes before freaking out and begging Derek to help him get down. Thank god, Cora was nowhere to be found for that scene; he didn’t think her opinion of him would improve much by seeing him whine like a little bitch.

Stiles still really liked the horses though and wished he could take one home as a replacement for Mojo Jojo. Derek promised to teach him how to ride someday but seemed to be forgetting that Stiles already knew how to ride. He rode Derek all the time, didn’t he?

It was so captivating to see how well Derek thrived out here. He could tell that Derek had missed it. He was so nurturing with all the animals and worked his butt off all day while still being patient with Stiles whose clumsiness wasn’t always conducive to most ranch tasks. Stiles would definitely be encouraging Derek to come back more often. It seemed like things were looking up and that the trip wasn’t as doomed as they’d originally thought. Or at least, those were Stiles’ sentiments before supper later that night.

“It’s frightening how much control the LGBT community has over the government. I mean, you can’t say anything without offending someone today. It’s all part of their agenda. Our lawmakers have allowed them to worm their way into our judicial system and corrupt all of our core values. I tell you, I have no idea what direction this country is heading in, but I know it isn’t a good one.”

After a long day in the field, Stiles was famished and, up until this point, had been dying to eat. Sadly, he couldn’t eat a morsel off his plate, too sick to his stomach to even pick up his fork.

Thinking back to Derek’s preemptive apology in the car yesterday only made Stiles feel even more ill, because Derek had to have known with absolute certainty that this was going to happen. And Derek could only know that because he’d been forced to endure this kind of vitriol in the past. And that made Stiles see red. He was absolutely furious for him.

What made it worse was that this tirade began completely unprompted. As soon as they sat down at the table, Talia unleashed her narrow-minded ideologies as if these were things that were totally okay to say. At one point she blamed pregnant women and their choice to consume foods with GMOs for the reason why the number of transgender youths in the world was growing.

As for the reactions around the table? Well, Cora nodded her head along with everything her mother said, fully endorsing all of the sheer ignorance spilling from Talia’s mouth. Laura appeared indifferent, choosing to examine her split ends instead of taking a stance. Derek hadn’t looked up from his lap the entire time, expertly hiding his hurt after years of practice. And Stiles, well, he’d just about heard enough.

“Say, wasn’t America one of the last few modern countries to legalize gay marriage? Which means the LGBT community and their nefarious agenda couldn’t have sunk their claws in that deep. If they had, I’m sure it would’ve happened sooner, so I think we’re all safe.”

All eyes were on Stiles now that he’d abruptly cut into Talia’s rant. Laura and Cora looked astonished as if they’d never seen anybody challenge their mother’s opinions before. Derek was silently pleading with him to fall back and retreat. But Talia’s eyes gleamed now as she regarded Stiles and he knew he was in for it now.

“I know that was sarcasm, young man,” Talia laughed merrily, “But I don’t fault you for it. You grew up in a place full of propaganda that makes you think my unpopular opinion makes me a bigot.”

“Oh, I don’t think anything like that,” Stiles waved, keeping his tone serene and sweet. “Trust me, you’re not the first homophobic person I’ve met.”

“Homophobic?” Talia looked appalled. “Oh no, honey, I’m not anything like that! I have nothing against those kinds of people. My own brother is one of them.”

Stiles was a little thrown off by that. “Then what exactly is your problem with them?”

“My problem is that men in this country aren’t acting like men anymore and families are breaking up all over this country. Look at the divorce rate, it’s sky high!”

Stiles gasped loudly and covered his mouth. “The gays had a hand in that too?”

Talia grinned, “Is sarcasm always a rebuttal for you?”

Stiles pursed his lips. “Yeah, pretty much.”

Talia noticed the uncomfortable tension at the table then and smiled, picking up her fork and knife. “Let’s just agree to disagree,” she said courteously, “Who am I to tell you how you should view the world. I just know my Derek always agrees with me. Right, baby?”

Stiles didn’t think he’d ever known such a rage until he watched Talia reach out and take Derek’s hand, forcing him to pick a side. For a moment, Derek looked torn, eyes flitting over to Stiles but ultimately going back to his mom as he smiled and gave her a small nod.

Talia winked over at Stiles, her smile smug as she sat back in her chair.

It took a lot of self-control for Stiles not to slam the fucking door when he got back to his suite. His hands were clenched into fists and he was shaking all over, his heart galloping at a fast pace due to all the adrenaline. It was usually best for him to go for a walk when he got this angry, but he couldn’t exactly leave the ranch house. What if he got lost again and Cora wasn’t there to rescue him this time?

Good thing his suite was fucking massive and he could pace all over it like the maniac that he was. Stiles went from room to room, burning a hole in the carpet as he fumed and talked angrily to himself. He didn't even notice that Derek had slipped into his room, too busy muttering under his breath about Talia’s audacity.

“I’m sorry.”

Stiles froze mid-pace, whipping his head around and finding Derek there, leaned up against the door and looking distraught and in need of comfort. He cursed, feeling selfish then, well almost selfish as that narcissist Talia. He should have checked on Derek first thing after supper was over. It had to have been a difficult dinner for him to sit through, what with his fiancé going up against his mom like that.

“It’s not you.” The pacing started back up again. “You have nothing to be sorry for. But phony people like her that are the worst kinds of people in this world!”

Derek looked away, sticking his hands in his jean pockets. “I would say she’s the worst. More like misguided, misinformed, ignorant…”

“Oh, shit!”

Stiles may not appreciate Talia’s toxic gender restrictions, or her harmful political views, or the fact that she truly thought she wasn’t being a hateful person when she spouted her bigotry, but she was still his future mother-in-law. She was still Derek’s mom.

He softened and abandoned his pacing to rush over to Derek and throw his arms around him. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn’t mean that.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Derek brushed his thumb against Stiles’ cheek. “I’ve dealt with this for a lot of my life and I know her opinions can cut pretty deep.”

Stiles leaned into his caress. “Has she always been like that?”

“It’s a generational thing,” Derek told him. “My grandfather was just as bad.”

Stiles hugged Derek again, burying his face into his neck. He felt for Derek and for so many others who experienced rejection for who they were by their own flesh and blood on a daily basis. It was almost 2019 and families were still inflicting this kind of pain on queer folk. Who knew how many people were suffering through this type of awkwardness this holiday season.

“I will say, I’ve never seen anyone hold their own so well against my momma. It kind of made me hot.”

Stiles snorted. “The weirdest things make you hot... and you took her side.”

Derek lowered his head. “You know I had to.”

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles said, even though he didn’t completely agree.

Derek could’ve spoken up, he could’ve done something to challenge her, hell he could have come out. But Stiles knew these things couldn’t be rushed and Stiles had his own fears about Derek’s family finding out about them, which was why he’d suggested they pretend to be friends in the first place.

Though, they didn’t have to pretend to be friends behind this closed door. Stiles released a harsh breath as Derek’s mouth seized his; it felt like ages since they’d last kiss. They traded spots, Derek kissing him hungrily as he pressed Stiles up against the door. In the haze of tongue and lips and teeth, Stiles heard the sound of the lock click shut on the door and pulled away, panting as he struggled to catch his breath.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his chest rising and falling.

“What’s it look like?” Derek rumbled and nibbled along Stiles’ neck.

“Here? Now?” Stiles hissed, jolting off the door as if someone was already on the other side listening in. “We are supposed to be bros, Derek!”

“It’s a big house, Stiles!”

“Yes, I am aware!”

Of course, he knew that after having gotten lost in it.

“No one’s going to hear us, Stiles, and if they do,” his expression hardened, “then tough shit! I fucking miss you and dinner was awful and I just don’t give a shit anymore! So fuck everybody today, okay? Fuck the world! I just need to be with you right now. Just you and me.”

Stiles’ eyes rounded at the intensity in Derek’s voice and the weight of his words. He’d never seen Derek like this, like he was ready to jump off an edge. Stiles was ready to go with him though, for better or worse.

“Okay,” Stiles swallowed and stepped forward, approaching Derek cautiously like he would a wounded animal. He kept his voice gentle as he consented again, “Okay.”

He allowed himself to fall easily into Derek’s brutal embrace. The want was something feral. There was nothing tame about the way they kissed now and it both thrilled and scared him. It was almost spiteful the way he let Derek use him, put him wherever he wanted, take whatever he needed. It was just the two of them as they lost control. And the world was loudly and thoroughly fucked.

After last night’s tumultuous supper dispute, Stiles was rather nervous to be back at the same dining room table for a festive Christmas Eve meal. He didn’t feel much like getting into another altercation with Derek’s mom or wasting more of Laura’s delicious food due to a lack of appetite. However, none of that was really up to him and depended mostly on how Talia would act.

Thankfully, Talia was in a jolly good mood and hadn’t said a single rude thing to Stiles all day. He thought she’d have something to say about his dinner attire at least since his tight burgundy suit wasn’t exactly traditional or masculine. He’d also styled his hair when she’d told him on the first day that real men didn’t use hair gel, just spit.

The talk at dinner wasn’t exclusively limited to gay bashing either. Talia touched on lighter topics and even shared some stories with Stiles about what Derek was like as a kid. His favorite one so far being about the year Derek spent only wearing roller skates as shoes when he was nine. Stiles couldn’t stop laughing now that it was confirmed that Derek had been a dork his whole life. Stiles was just about to beg Talia to tell him more when the doorbell rang, interrupting their meal.

“I’ll get it!” Laura hopped up from her seat and headed towards the front door.

“She’s exaggerating, you know,” Derek told him, rolling his eyes while Stiles continued to snicker. “It wasn’t a year. It was just a couple of months and I wasn’t allowed to wear them to school. Why’d you let me do it anyway, Momma?”

Talia grinned. “I’ve always believed you kids should express yourselves any way you see fit. And you did pose a good argument when you brought it up to me. You did get your chores done a lot faster on roller skates.”

The hypocrisy of the statement instantly jumped out to Stiles and he was flabbergasted that Talia couldn’t see it for herself. How could she possibly think that she’d encouraged her children to express themselves when she constantly restricted them to heteronormative gender roles. Stiles had even heard her telling Cora earlier that she needed to be more ladylike so she could find herself a husband. But Stiles didn’t understand why that was necessary when Cora was badass just the way she was.

Laura had been gone for some time, which made Stiles start to wonder who it could be at the door. Talia hadn’t said anything about expecting other guests and they lived in the middle of nowhere, so it wasn’t likely that it was some friendly neighbor deciding to pop in on Christmas Eve with sugar cookies.

“Oh, Momma, you won’t believe who’s here,” Laura exclaimed, smiling brightly as she re-entered the room with three new dinner guests.

Talia stiffened and sat up straight in her chair, the comfortable smile she’d worn all evening falling from her face. Cora’s dinner utensils dropped from her hands, the fork and knife scraping loudly against her plate. Derek didn’t fare any better with the surprise, choking on his water and sputtering everywhere. And judging from all their different reactions, Stiles had a strong hunch of who this mystery visitor could be.

Talia was the first to recover from the shock and Stiles watched as she awkwardly stood and greeted her brother and his family. Derek was able to recuperate as well, introducing Stiles to everyone as a work colleague which was just weird. How had Stiles gone from being his fiancé to his friend and now demoted to a work colleague? Meanwhile, Cora resumed eating without saying anything in what was so obviously a snub.

Only Laura was most genuinely excited to see her uncle Peter, jumping to get more plates of food for him, his husband Chris, and stepdaughter Allison. Stiles looked over at Derek, curious to know what his opinion was of his black sheep uncle, but Derek left his face completely blank and purposely so. Stiles was very intrigued as to why as well.

“It’s been years since we’ve seen you, nephew,” Peter said, taking a large bite out of his steak and chewing noisily. “Allison is starting to grow boobs now.”

Allison snorted, her dimples deep as she cracked a smile. “I’m twenty-five, Dad. I think this is as big as they’ll get.”

Peter took another bite of steak, his interest still zeroed in on Derek. “Where’d you say you’re living again?”

“San Francisco,” Derek said evenly.

“Oh!” Peter’s eyes lit up. “Have you tried the cock?”

“Peter!” Talia scolded. “We are at the dinner table.”

“Since when did you start bringing home male friends?” Peter asked, eyes moving over to Stiles next.

And Stiles understood now why Derek was being weird and emotionless. His uncle Peter was kind of a creep. He had a very keen and invasive gaze that made Stiles squirm as his eyes scanned over him. Stiles wondered what profession he must be in to have that kind of superpower; it was like he was downloading information about Stiles without even talking to him first.

Peter began smiling then, slow and sly, like a cat that got the cream. His eyes darted between Stiles and Derek then down to the band on Stiles’ left ring finger then once more between Stiles and Derek. He simpered, practically bouncing up and down in his seat, “Well isn’t he a cutie.”

“Don’t, Peter,” Chris cautioned sternly.

Peter pouted, “But you don’t even know what I’m thinking.”

“Still. Don’t,” Chris smirked, dropping a fond peck onto Peter’s mouth.

It was barely a kiss. Hell, Stiles had seen people do more with their dogs. But from Talia’s extremely repulsed reaction, you would think Christ and Peter had been fucking right there in the middle of the table.

“I see you still hate Anderson Cooper, sister,” Peter remarked.

That was all it took to get Talia started in on a rant about how CNN had this big conspiracy to force people to accept gays by shoving Anderson Cooper into their homes every New Year. It was just as ridiculous and outlandish as her claims during last night's dinner. Only now her words were a bit more vicious as she started attacking Peter directly, which then caused Chris and Allison to get involved, which then brought Cora into the mix as she came to her mother’s defense, then Laura naturally swooped in an effort to keep the peace...and yeah, weren’t holidays with the whole family just amazing?

“I just don’t agree with you marrying, Chris,” Talia yelled. “It was obviously just rebellious attention seeking behavior to tear a rift into this family!”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Derek slammed his fist onto the table and jumped to his feet, his chair flying out from behind him with a loud screech. “That’s enough, Momma.”

Talia frowned, looking around and behind her as if Derek was talking to his other mom that he didn't have because that went against Talia's beliefs. She furrowed her brows when she saw no one and pointed at herself, “Wait, you mean me?”

“Yes, you! I can't listen to you anymore!" Derek shouted, then took a deep breath and came clean, "Everyone, Stiles isn’t my friend. He’s my fiancé.”

“Hi,” Stiles addressed everyone, displaying his engagement ring helpfully to the room.

“I love him," Derek informed Talia, "And I know it’s disgusting to you and goes against your beliefs but I refuse to let you and your opinions ruin my relationship. I understand if you never want to speak to me again, but I’m not going to apologize for who I am.”

"Never speak to you again?" Talia's mouth opened and closed several times as she stared at Derek in disbelief, "I don't want that. I don't care if you're gay, Derek."

"Bisexual," Derek corrected. "And I don't want to hear that you don't care because I want you to care about me and about Stiles. I want you to be more tolerant of people that are different from you and I want you to know more about my community. I want you to come to my wedding and I want you to be a part of my life. I want Stiles and I to be able to come home for more holidays. I want you to do better. I want you to accept me."

“Derek," Talia stepped closer and pressed a hand to his cheek. She smiled softly, "I want a lot of that too. Stiles seems like a really nice boy and I want to learn and better for you, but it might take me some time. Still, I think you and I should have a really long talk."

Derek nodded, tearing up as he took her hand off of his cheek and kissed it. "I'd like that."

They left the room together to go somewhere private to talk, leaving everyone else in the dining room who'd been a witness a little touched. Stiles was shocked at how receptive Talia had been to Derek wanting to talk things out. He was so happy for him and hopeful for the future. Even Cora surprised him. He thought it would take her much longer to come around because of how tough she was, but she softened pretty easily, giving Stiles a hug as she welcomed him to the family. Laura hugged him as well and asked him tons of questions about the wedding plans. He ended up Facetiming Lydia so that she could give Laura all the details herself, but didn't miss the way Cora's eyes locked on Lydia through the screen.

Stiles left them with his phone and moved over to Peter, needing to ask, “You were a bloodhound in a previous life, right?”

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I was. I was also Lady Godiva."

[amandaj718]

Emmerdale Live and Organized - December 15, 2017

Welcome to the Friday preshow. I’m actively avoiding wrapping presents (I have over 20 to do, and I keep finding reasons not to do them) and trying to find that Christmas spirit before its too late.

So, yeah. Yesterday was awesome. Now we have one story left to close out from 2017. Next week starts that journey, and it will be tough to see Robert such a mess and Aaron off with Alex but this is the final push, and let's enjoy the ride. While complaining and being snarky. Grab your snickers, get your best bitch buddy and your snark. We are almost at a turning point or PUNCH.

Until then, let's crack on!

Alright, people. After this episode is done, I made a list, and I WILL CROSS OFF EVERYTHING ON THE LIST! *PUNCHES THE AIR* I WILL ACCOMPLISH THINGS. LOTS OF THINGS.

You guys have Medifacts too? Those ads are so dumb.

Moira’s Farm

The Coira. THE COIRA! It heals the soul. *heart eyes*

I agree. Those Emma words aren’t true. She wanted to die, so she forced you to do the deed, Moira. You were weak then. You can be strong again. I have faith Moira is stronger than she knows.

Cain. CAIN! *HEART EYES*

Cain has had enough of this crap Moira believes about herself.

That baby is the cutest thing ever! *ovaries explode*

I agree with Cain. She couldn’t save Holly. She was in a bad place. Moira tried her hardest. There is only so much someone can do for someone. Its part support and part pushing through yourself. It’s tough, and that’s why places to help people like Holly should be easily accessible.

This whole conversation feels like cleansing and restarts their relationship. Yeah, it's harsh but lots of things are being talked about that is needed to move forward. I like this.

Emma and Moira are connected even in death. Interesting idea.

Moira. You are going in circles which is what Emma wanted. She wanted you to suffer like she suffered. Don’t let her win.

Oh, Harriet. Honey. MOVE ON. *I’m watching that scene closely by the way. Maybe we get a Robron version in January. Don’t forget. Robron and Coira are oddly linked in the weirdest of ways.*

Oh, Adam. SHUT UP. Seriously. You wrecked your own marriage. SHUT UP.

Oh. Never mind. Moira told Adam the truth.

WOW. What a shot. Adam in a beauty shot. DAMN. Adam gets all the nice shots lately. A goodbye present from the production crew? *laughs* *cries a little*

The Bartons

OH. These idiots think its Adam. DUDES. No. NO. Adam did not kill your mother.

Ross? Why do you care? You told your mother to kill herself, and manhandled her like an asshole. It was creepy in hindsight.

Well, at least Pete acknowledges they aren’t saints in this situation. Good to know.

People actually think Ross is better than Robert? *makes a noise* *get out of here with that crap*

Bringing up Moses. Fatherhood. Again. Adam’s ‘shooting blanks’ came up too. There is a lot here about fatherhood and children.

Bob/Detective/Laurel

Bob is backing up Laurels Story.

Wait…is he? OH NO. BOB. NO! OH NO.

Give up on Brenda. I was never a fan of them anyway. Laurel and Bob sound interesting to me. I wanted Laurel and Marlon, but that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Jessie and Marlon are cute. Bob and Laurel are cute. Let’s have this happen. *Claps*

UM….OH NO. OOOOHHH NOOOO. Laurel! NO!

The female detective has had enough of Laurel and Bob at this point. I think she hates Emmerdale at this point. *Snort*

The Café Crew

The whole family is here for Laurels perp walk. Interesting. I want to make a comment but I won’t.

Nicola knows something is up. She knows her best friend. Interesting.

Could Bob and Laurel be more obvious? Again, villagers not noticing when people have screwed or are currently screwing.

We are back to the money subplot. I love these two, but Lydia needs to go off on these two. It's her money, not theirs.

The Barton’s look like the Men in Black. Like they are the ones on the case.

So, everyone is going to pin it on Adam and Adam will take the blame for Moira? This is getting complicated now. *ouch my head*

Vadam

Victoria. Adam is a dick. Next. Go talk to Ross. *wink*

‘It’s Just Speculation!’

As per usual: Stay off the message boards, respect each other’s opinions, breathe, reboot and eat a Snickers. If you want to talk theory or the show come on over to my twitter and Tumblr @AmandaJ718

Until next time, see you around in Emmerdale! 

[eternalsterekrecs]

A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.

Burn by night by thebrotherswinchester

Sheriff Stilinski has been kidnapped by Alpha werewolves. As bait. For his own son.

Cupboard Love by mklutz

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Daddy’s Do’s by apocryphal

“Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.”

[Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]

Everything’s Better Under the Sea by tryslora

Everything changes when Derek goes under while surfing, hits his head on a board, and sees a man with a tail swimming away. He wants to know who that was, and what it has to do with Beacon Hills, the one place he never meant to come back to.

Five Times Stiles Apologized (and One Time He Didn’t Need To) by Analiena, QueenOfTheCute

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Hold the Door by Hatteress, maichan808

When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

If galileo gave us good advice by proxydialogue

Stiles is glued together wrong. That’s the best that Derek can figure.

Jambalaya by SylvieW

Derek hasn’t had a job for years. Now that he’s decided to stay in Beacon Hills, he wants to put down roots. But making friends with his co-workers is a lot harder than he remembers.

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26

Stiles never expects to present as an omega -- that's something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Like French Vanilla Ice Cream by GotTheSilver

Hale Sounds, Open 'til Midnight.

An Empire Records AU.

“Well, maybe you should sort out your own love life before looking at mine.”

“I don’t have a love life.”

“That’s the point I was making,” Erica responds in a tone of voice that suggests she thinks Derek is stupid.

Mǣnōn by MyBeth

Knotting. It’s a thing that exists. Like werewolves and weird lizard creatures. It’s just rated NC-17 so you don’t hear about it so much on TV. It exists and he gets it. Stiles. He’s the one that gets it.

Numbers by standinginanicedress

“I'm magic,” Stiles raises his hands in the air and puts on a serious facial expression. “I have the sixth sense.”

“The sixth sense, huh? Is that what they're calling bullshit these days?”

Stiles' lips purse down hard, but he still smirks. Derek wonders if there's any single facial expression that Stiles can make that isn't in some way at least slightly amused, whether at himself or the expense of others. “Non-believers aren't welcome at my table, Derek.”

Of Wolves and Doughnuts by Hatteress

When Derek was fifteen, circumstance and a goddamn doughnut had seen fit to Bond him to Stiles Stilinski.

In which Derek is more cunning than anyone gives him credit for, Stiles doesn't understand why the new Alphas in town are all up in his business and everyone gets a violent crash-course in what it means to be Pack, whether they're in it or not.

Pale Skin and Fragile Bones by lydiasbones

“I’m not going to do anything!” Lydia defended, looking far too affronted to be genuine. “It just seems that the universe has decided that the two of you will continue to run into each other at an improbable frequency for the foreseeable future. I’m banking on that.”

“You don’t bank on anything,” Stiles said grimly. “You make things happen.”

Lydia smirked. “That’s not entirely untrue.”

--

Or, the one in which Derek arrests one of Stiles' friends and Stiles holds a grudge. Also, Stiles wrote Derek's favorite book. But they don't know that.

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

Running Down a Dream by tryslora

He wakes into an unknown room and without his memories. The name they give him tastes unfamiliar on his tongue, and he wonders if he'll ever find the memory-eating aliens that did this to him, or the magical spell to give him back his life.

Stacking Up by bravelittlesoldier

Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.

The Pope Would Brag by Hatteress

The thing is, Derek’s really, really hot. Like, insane levels of attraction. What with the leather and the cheekbones and the stubble and the ass — oh god, that ass — Stiles can’t really be blamed, at all for freaking bragging.

Now if only his college friends actually believed Derek existed.

Up and Coming by Fanhag102

Stiles and Derek work in the same building and every day ride up in the elevator together.

That is pretty much the extent of their relationship—until one day the elevator breaks down, trapping the two of them inside and maybe forcing them to admit to each other that the attraction is mutual.

Voldemort and Jean Valjean (Walk into a Coffee Shop) by PsychicPineapple

So sue him, Stiles had a stupid habit of giving out goofy names at coffee joints.

**

‘Name?’ He stood with his sharpie at the ready.

‘Voldemort,’ Stiles answered without missing a beat.

With metal on our tongues (we’ll be dressed in rags) by Rena

Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6's new quartermaster. It's cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor's legacy and make Stiles' life more difficult.

AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending.

XXX by foxtricks

Stiles wears Xs on his hands, and Derek wants to know why.

You Can Cry Wolf, But Stop Running by iamursforevrmre

Derek Hale is the third baseman for the Los Angeles Dodgers. Stiles doesn’t know why he has an apparent thing for third basemen and he has no clue why he’s even watching the Dodgers. He’s a Mets fan.

Zoo Security by Inell

Derek gets a call to come pick up Stiles and their daughter from the zoo security office.

[snarktheater]

Shadowhunters S2 — Episode 2

Today on Shadowhunters: Jace has a working brain for at least five seconds!

"You set me up to kill that vampire!"

No shit. But no, Valentine keeps spouting anti-Downworlder bullshit about how "soon, dens like that will be on every corner" that totally do not resonate with real-life racism, no sir, there is no connection between Shadowhunter hatred of Downworlders and real-life racism, Cassandra Clare's fans told me so!

"Deep down inside, you know that I'm right."

Yeah, there is the fact that Jace saved him. Hence why I said "at least five seconds".

But what weirds me out here is that Valentine used Jocelyn trying to kill Jace as an argument, which…feels like it would work a lot better if he hadn't told Jace about his demon blood experiment. So now I have to say: maybe you jumped the gun a little too fast with that reveal, show.

Meanwhile at the Institute, Aldertree acts condescending to Lydia because she's "responsible for the actions of the Institute", which…no? You took over from her? That means it's now your responsibility? So much for the reasonable leader act, I guess. Besides, he can't be mean to Lydia and keep my respect.

Jocelyn tries to explain to Clary why she shot Jace, but Clary doesn't want to hear any of it. And by "explain" I mean remain ominously vague, which is weird, since…again, we already know the answer.

"Because your brother, he's not who you think he is! Honey, there's still so much you don't know."

She goes on to call Jocelyn a monster, because of course. I mean, Clary and Jocelyn's relationship was one of the things I'd liked about season one, it only stands to reason they'd break it down as soon as possible, right?

Jocelyn actually ends up telling her about Valentine's experiments, and shows Clary one of her own memories as evidence. Which is just…the most hilarious thing. He's so evil, he kills flowers by touching them, you guys.

I'm sorry, I'm having an extremely hard time taking that seriously. Jocelyn adds that Ragnor Fell told her Jonathan "would only leave death and destruction in his wake", and…okay. Simon points out to Clary once they're alone that they have no reason not to believe her, especially with the whole vampire-killing incident of the last episode, before being called away by Aldertree to be interrogated about that exact incident.

And by that, I mean Aldertree asks Simon to spy on vampires for him and find other vampire dens like this, threatening to ban all vampire/Shadowhunter fraternizing if he gets no results. Because if you can't get reliable intel…cutting any connection with vampires that could lead to genuine information is a good idea?

…Yeah, no. Needless to say, Aldertree has officially veered off into "Adults Are Useless Territory". You didn't even last the equivalent of a whole episode, congratulations!

Meanwhile, Clary comes talk to Alec, who's still subbing in for Jace in the angst zone. Specifically he's angry right now because Jocelyn shot Jace.

"Since you've arrived, you've caused nothing but problems."

I mean, you're not wrong, but that's correlation, not causation. On the plus side, Isabelle shows up to defend Clary, so at least we're not dealing with girl-on-girl hate? Because forcing the token gay character to be unsympathetic to the protagonist is so much better, right? Eh, knowing Clare's fans, they probably side with Alec against Clary rather than the other way around.

Cut to a dojo, where a bunch of guys get abducted by Valentine, including one of them while he's fighting, by virtue of flashing lights and "eh, why bother". You can guess why, but it raises a few questions. I mean, if Valentine wants to make an army, wouldn't he…pick people based on ideology first? Or at least pick people whose loyalty is assured, rather than coerced? You'd think so, but the show doesn't care.

The Institute is quickly aware of it, since we cut straight to Lydia briefing Shadowhunters about it.

[Clary:] "When did the briefing start? Nobody told me." [Isabelle:] "That wasn't an accident."

Well, duh. You were taken out of the investigation because of your conflicts of interests, which, again, is a perfectly normal thing to do. But no, the Lightwoods and Clary decide they should try to find Jace first. Did Alec forget he was angry at Clary? But then, Lydia insists to keep the Lightwoods in the investigation after all, because they're the best they've got, and Aldertree just accepts it? Because he trusts Lydia and the Lightwoods now? Can we get some consistency in here?

I guess we just needed Clary to be alone for some reason. And by "alone" I mean she goes to her room to sulk and look at her drawings from when she wanted to attend art school, while sad piano music plays. No, really.

Isabelle does come in to cheer her up…which kind of backfires when she replied to Clary's "I just want to be normal" with "You have a target on your back." I mean…it's true, but it's not very comforting.

"You have a new life now. You have me. That's not gonna change."

I'd ask if the show was going to get Clary and Isabelle together, which would be an awesome change, but I don't have that kind of faith in Hollywood.

Anyway. I said something about being tired of the PoV switches, right? So let's try to sort things out a little. Although, just to be clear: this episode is pretty hard to divide into neat plot lines, so I'm doing my best here. As in, aside from Simon's subplot, they're all woven into a single story. Which is nice, but I'm still annoyed by the constant switches between so many different PoVs, especially when they merge only at the end.

Simon's plot line

A.K.A. the plotline I'm still trying to figure out why I should care about.

Luke's investigating the missing people, and Alaric wants to know why he's still sheltering Simon. Because…"he's my sort-of-stepdaughter's best friend and has nowhere to live" isn't good enough, apparently. And just at the same time, the rest of Luke's pack is once again being assholes to Simon. They don't do anything, because Luke gave orders and they're apparently not willing to ignore those yet, they're just…kind of mean.

"You're an embarrassment to your own kind."

Isn't that a good thing, since you hate vampires?

Oh, also, Raphael shows up in Simon's container, because Simon more or less implied he was responsible for the vampire dens during his chat with Aldertree. Since the den was actually led by one of Camille's creations, and Clary's crew is the one who set her loose, Raphael tells Simon it's his responsibility to help find her now.

"Use your connection to her or die trying."

Well, instead, he does what everyone in a Shadowhunter story does when in need for help: he goes to ask Magnus for help.

"You're the only one who knows her as well as Raphael."

Yeah. So why isn't Raphael tracking her down himself, hmm? Oh right, because heaven forbid someone other than our protagonists actually do something.

Magnus agrees, and they Portal to one of Camille's many homes. This one is in India, but aside from the decor and a vague shot of the Taj Mahal, you wouldn't know. Also, Magnus is immediately useless since he decides to get back all of his stuff from this place.

"Find me when you're ready to leave. Preferably after you dealt with Camille." "Right. Because why would you need a powerful warlock when you got a scrappy nerd from Brooklyn?"

So Simon searches the ridiculously large residence of Camille alone. Nobody's there, but he does stumble upon a secret hiding place by complete chance. Because, you know, why wouldn't you put a secret hiding place in a giant snake statue in the middle of a room, and have it open by just touching the statue?

Also, a random snake shows up as booby trap, and it spits fire, too! But who cares, Simon suddenly can use encanto to get rid of it. Hurray for convenient new powers!

Magnus arrives conveniently late, and he offers to help Simon until he does find Camille, because…something about how Magnus's hard time getting acclimated to Downworld means he doesn't want anyone to go through that as well. Sure. Also, Simon now has a magically sealed box and Magnus has a bunch of "important" things from Camille's place, which I'm sure will be completely irrelevant in the future.

The Lightwoods' plot line

A.K.A. "Why even bother."

Alec and Isabelle go to a fighting ring, because that's where you find "the best fighters in the city". Sure. Cue instant sexual harassment.

"You've got some moves." "Yeah? How about I take you home to show you some of those moves, up close and personal."

I've gotta say, Isabelle kicking his ass it pretty cathartic, if completely pointless. I mean…aren't you supposed to lay low and wait for Valentine to show up? Way to make yourself unnoticed.

But no, the trap does work, and a Circle guy shows up to kidnap the man Isabelle beat up. Alec and Isabelle catch him, but he kills himself because he's just so devoted. And after that (and loads and loads of angst), they immediately ditch that plan because all Circle members will kill themselves rather than be caught. And I guess staying at the Institute is just that much more productive.

Clary and Jocelyn's plot line

Guess who sneaked off again! Yeah, I don't know why they even bother to say Clary can't go out if they're not going to actually…you know, enforce that.

She goes to the art school she'd applied to in episode one of the show, and just…starts drawing like she owns the place. Even if you say she's using runes to hide from mundanes, you'd still have to tell me why no one notices that a canvas is drawing itself. Or, rather, why a classroom is empty in the middle of the day. This school does not look very large, you know.

But Luke and Jocelyn find her before anyone else does, because Clary didn't activate her "anti-tracking rune". Which…they have those now? That seems like the kind of thing that would only be useful when you want to go rogue. It's pretty odd, basically.

Clary angsts about how no one trusts her and she can't live a normal life.

"I'm not a mundane. I'm not a Shadowhunter. I'm not anything."

And then she storms off, with neither Jocelyn nor Luke stopping her, and runs straight into Dot.

"I thought you were dead!"

Dot, naturally, kidnaps Clary. Because what else does anyone do to Clary in this show? It can basically be summed up as "people take Clary places or hold her in places and she escapes; also pretty boys angst".

But it's okay! Luke has just the thing for this: an adamas…magic gizmo that he got from his mother, who's an Iron Sister. I feel like I already knew this, but I don't remember if it was from season one or from reading news about the show, so…okay. But they need help to use it.

And by "help" I mean they need Jace's parabatai, because they instantly know that Dot kidnapped Clary on Valentine's behalf. And…Dot does have some scars from his experiments, but in my opinion, Jocelyn and Luke were a little too far to see them. But okay. Alec is, unsurprisingly, not thrilled about working with the woman who tried to kill Jace, but since he's struck out and run out of options (…well, you know, according to the show), he decides to give it a go, even if it might potentially kill him. Which, fair enough, it's like the third time he makes the same decision now. Also, he's shirtless again? Why does he have to be shirtless every time he does this?

Valentine's fun cruise

A.K.A. Jace and Clary's plot line, but I couldn't resist. Jace meets one of Valentine's recruits, named Jeremy, and tries to tell him that hunting Downworlders isn't all it's cracked up to be. It does not work out all that well.

"Screw glory. I want justice. I lost my father because of these monsters."

So…there are mortals who know about Downworlders? And they just…don't do anything about it? You do realize this is the Internet age and it's really not so difficult to share stuff, right?

Jace refuses to come on a hunt with Jeremy, because principles. Cue more of Valentine's bullshit.

"You were trained to see Downworlders as your allies, and that I'm your worst enemy."

First: have you actually talked to a Shadowhunter lately, Valentine? Second: maybe that wouldn't be an issue if you hadn't randomly given him up. I mean, not that I particularly want Jace to be a perfectly brainwashed little boy, but…come on. Valentine's plan with Jace was not a very well-conceived one, was it?

Oh, but Valentine knows who can change Jace's mind. Gee, I wonder who that is. Yep, it's Clary, because of course Jocelyn is right to think Dot kidnapped her on his behalf. Come on, guys. Mary Sue Guessing Powers for everyone!

Dot seems pretty pro-Valentine considering he wants her and her kind dead.

"He's misunderstood."

Right.

She shows Clary a series of random, gruesome images, because…sure. And then we cut to Clary going to see Jace. He doesn't believe that it's her at first, but she tells him about that magic bike ride they had in season one, and so he does believe her. She then goes on to say that she can see the future, and that Downworlders will slaughter every human, and only Jace can stop them.

And…really, no one is questioning this? One, this sounds out of character for Clary. Two, those powers seem extremely convenient. Three, they could just be an illusion.

…Or, you know, Jace could decide to go hunting for the werewolf who killed Jeremy's dad based on this overwhelming evidence. Good choice, Jace.

Clary wakes up in a cage later. Turns out, she can't see the future! Which…honestly, with a Shadowhunter story, would it really have surprised you if she could? But no, it was just good old mind control. Dot is about to reapply the spell, because it wears off on Shadowhunters, but Clary manages to appeal to their shared past to get Dot to help her instead. Complete with offering Dot shelter with Magnus, because there is no Shadowhunter continuity where Clary does not see Magnus as a lap dog.

Cut to Valentine's recruits bringing back the werewolf in question. It's actually one of Luke's pack who was mean to Simon earlier, which…I don't really know why this is relevant, honestly, but sure. She denies having killed Jeremy's dad, Valentine doesn't believe her and/or doesn't care, but Jace hesitates. Clary shows up, tells him about the spell she was under, and this convinces him to run away with her. Dot opens a breach in the wards around Valentine's ship…I think…and Clary and Jace jump overboard. Also, the werewolf girl (whose name I don't think was ever given to us) is killed anyway, and Dot is taken back. But hey, our protagonists are out!

Oh, also, remember that tracking thing Alec was attempting in the other plot line? Yeah, all it did was that Alec saw Jace and Clary escape, and Jace sensed his presence. Also, Alec passed out bleeding and possibly dying. But aside from that, the whole endeavor was entirely pointless. And really, are you surprised? No, no you're not.

And that concludes episode 2. Which took a dramatic nosedive towards the stupid. I guess it's a lot of setup, but do we really need Simon's subplot? Or Alec to be almost dead? Or Isabelle to be a strong independent woman who kicks sexist guys? I mean, as fun as that scene is, it doesn't really dismantle sexism, you know.

Ugh. Let's just move on. There are still plenty of episodes to go, and I fear plenty more padding to go through as well.

[1989dreamer]

Rec List (my first one!)

Recently, I was asked to rec some stories.

This is by no means an exhaustive list. In fact, I know a lot of my favorites aren’t on here. This is just a starting point. My rec section will contain spoilers for the stories although I did try to remain vague.

Here’s hoping there’s something new in here :)

In no particular order:

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5954161

Title: Fold In Gently

Author: thepsychicclam

Relationship: ends Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, established Cora Hale/Kira Yukimura

Warnings: None

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

Cora’s making Derek take baking classes.

My Rec: Derek may appear as an asshole at first, but Stiles doesn’t take it to heart so there’s no misunderstandings or hurt over it.

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2262240/chapters/4967643

Title: A Desperate Arrangement

Author: mikkimouse

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings: Chose not to use

Rating: Explicit

Summary: "I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

My Rec: I absolutely love this story because it has a beautiful plot and never feels slow. My favorite chapter is the seventh just for how Stiles interacts with Derek.

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3334607

Title: An Exercise in Trust

Author: impalagirl & wilddragonflying

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Past Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Allison Argent

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage (Note: both in the past and not explicitly stated)

Rating: Mature

Summary: Derek Hale hasn't been able to hold a steady job for quite some time, thanks to his past. When an ad is posted for a babysitting job, Derek(thanks to his experience with his large extended family) jumps at the chance to maybe start rebuilding his life.

My Rec: I love how the subject matter is treated and respected. This is one of my always rereads.

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6297130/chapters/14430451

Title: Talk Me Down

Author: SylvieW

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings: None

Rating: Mature

Summary: After the Hale family narrowly escapes the fire, Derek moves to New York to escape their lingering resentment. There, he meets Stiles, and feels an instant connection to him, but their relationship, and Derek’s self worth is tested by the hurdles Derek’s pack throws at them

My Rec: I keep coming back to this one. I’ll admit, I was disappointed in the way it ended because I felt there was too much of a jump between events, but the more I reread it the more I’m glad the author did it this way. (And I will allow this story when I usually avoid bottom!Stiles like the plague.)

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1766344/chapters/3778642

Title: Sanctuary

Author: darkmagess

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Mature

Summary: Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills.

My Rec: This was one of the first stories that I read for this fandom that I recall. I added it to my bookmarks immediately (on my computer, not my AO3). This is one of my favorite ones to reread, especially the early chapters with Derek at the Sheriff’s house. Bonus: it’s part of a series.

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4501536

Title: flawless

Author: bibliosexual

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Kira Yukimura, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes

Warnings: None

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: “I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person . . . All bets are off, is all I'm saying."

It's not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.

"Yeah, if," he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.

My Rec: Every once in a while I’ll get into a funk where I need to read emotional hurt and this is one of my favorites. Insecure Derek coupled with Joking Stiles makes for a miscommunication of manageable proportions.

 Link:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/2525144

Title: Down on My Knees

Author: Vendelin

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings: None

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Stiles gets addicted to a new computer game, and Derek just wants their relationship back.

Written for the prompt: "new iphone game/video game/tv show ruining sterek's sex life"

My Rec: Emotional hurt galore. I like both characters here but obviously, Derek is my favorite. I think the relationship is portrayed well with deference to the prompt.

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/810419

Title: Uncover the Endless Hours

Author: BarlowGirl

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, past Isaac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, background Scott McCall/Allison Argent

Warnings: No warnings

Rating: Mature

Summary: “Can I buy you breakfast?” Derek blurted, then cringed. Where exactly had that come from? He couldn’t actually remember the last time he'd asked somebody out. Not that he was asking Stiles out. Just for breakfast. And - he was pathetic.

Stiles blinked, honey-whiskey-golden eyes huge in the dim light. “What?”

“I woke up you up at two in the morning,” Derek said, more slowly. “I – you know, food?”

“Oh.” Stiles shook his head. “I have to get up at five and I stayed up stupid late as it is. I’m gonna be a mess tomorrow already and–”

“Nobody gives a fuck, Romeo,” somebody shouted from outside and Stiles jerked so hard he cracked his head on Derek’s windowsill.

Or: The one where Stiles is a cop and Derek doesn't sleep.

My Rec: This is why I want to write “You’ve Got Your Headphones On” because the stalked!Derek in this story is fantastic. Although, in the story I want to write, Stiles is a stalker too (not a bad guy or even really bad at all). When I have enough time, I am definitely going to reread more than just the first couple thousand words (again).

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2778593

Title: With Delayed Expression

Author: Idday

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Mature

Summary: "I have… well… she said that she thinks that I maybe have… PTSD?”

The line goes so dead that Derek almost thinks Stiles hung up on him. He waits eight very quiet seconds, and says softly, “Stiles?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Stiles says, breath whooshing back over the phone line.

“I have PTSD,” Derek says more firmly. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, not as a question. It hasn’t really seemed real, until now. He’d spent the whole of his last session arguing that Tamara was wrong about him, and saying it out loud is like admitting it’s true. “Post-traumatic stress dis—”

“I know what it means,” Stiles interrupts, “I just didn’t think I’d heard right. Oh my God.”

My Rec: Absolutely breathtaking with how the author has presented the material and the respect given to the subject matter. Derek was believable in his journey and more than that Stiles was believable. Another favorite reread.

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5435879

Title: (un)broken

Author: KouriArashi

Relationship: Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Laura Hale

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Rating: Mature

Summary: Newly made detective Stiles Stilinski is given what looks like a straight-forward arson case. The house's owner, Kate Argent, claims that it’s her abusive ex-boyfriend Derek punishing her for kicking him out. But when Stiles looks closer, things don't add up....

My Rec: There are very few gaslighting fics in the Teen Wolf fandom but this is one of the very best. The characterization, the horribleness of Kate, is showcased brilliantly. This story is always near the top of my reread list.

 Bonus recs:

Link: http://coyotequeens.tumblr.com/post/124109492735/hi-heres-a-prompt-if-youre-willing-sterek

Title: Untitled (as far as I can tell)

Author: grimm

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Warnings: None

Rating: Unrated

Summary: Dearmonday: Hi! Here’s a prompt if you’re willing, sterek arranged marriage – the day they fall in love. (If that makes sense hahaha) Thank you! :)

Grimm: I wanna punch you in the face for this prompt. (✿◠‿◠)

My Rec: Remember I said I liked the emotional hurt sometimes? This is one of those stories. Derek is a king too soon in his role and forced to take a husband in Stiles. Stiles is angry at the arrangement and takes it out on Derek. One of the tags used is “Happy Ending I swear.”

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1798978/chapters/3857674

Title: Box of Wormwood

Author: Emmessann

Relationship: Chris Argent/Derek Hale

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Not Rated

Summary: So, this fic has received a (purely coincidental) celebrity endorsement at the first Wolf Moon Con in answer to the question: What supernatural creature would the actors like to see on Teen Wolf?

JR: "butterflies, really dangerous butterflies." Tyler H: "Greek mythology monsters." JR: "Greek butterflies."

Well, gentlemen, against all odds and common sense, this one goes out to the both of you. (thanks to felicitysmock for the con notes.)

When Chris took the headshot, Kate exploded -- burst into a swarm of satanic butterflies. Now Derek's terminally infested, waiting to see what physical or emotional hell will break out next. Chris would give anything to save his friend, but they both know the clock is ticking on their last desperate hope.

Diverges from the final scene of Season 3B.

My Rec: One of those that I just keep coming back to. Its own mythology is well-done and beautifully presented. I’m neither here nor there on Chris Argent/Derek Hale, but the relationship in this story is done with insight into both characters and the struggles they have gone through.

 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6520231/chapters/14917072

Title: Mine to have

Author: baeberiibungh

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, past Jennifer Blake/Derek Hale

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Rating: Not Rated

Summary: Derek whimpers, the ropes taunt over his hands and legs, Stiles smirking above him and his hands weaving a too heated path on his bare skin that makes him recoil inwardly…

My Rec: Now, as much as I like a sappy, happy ending or an emotional rollercoaster, one of my absolute guilty pleasures is dark!Stiles with or without a happy ending. This story doesn’t have a happy ending. I loved the way the manipulation was subtle enough that the reader only realized the depth of it at the same time Derek did.

[hopelessndramatic]

took cocky to a whole new level: law school Harry AU

hi this is my first public fanfic so be kind! (originally written for my best friend hence the names)

Synopsis: Lydia is friends with Harry in law school and there’s always been this unsaid sexual tension until he can’t hold it in anymore.

Warnings: swearing, smut (if it can even be considered that!?)

Please feel free to let me know any questions/concerns/issues you have!

Thank you fo even taking the time to read this, I know it’s long, but it means a lot!

Word count: 3463

You slam open the door to dorm 201, startling your roommate. After seeing your familiar frustrated demeaner, she turns back to her laptop and continues typing. For emphasis, you drop your bag to the ground, stomp over to your bed, and throw yourself down on the cool, creamy pink comforter. Not turning towards you, she says, “For someone only running on-” she checks her imaginary watch, “no sleep and beaucoup de Redbulls, I’m comforted to see you still have enough energy to be dramatic.” You huff out a sarcastic laugh. To say you were running low on energy was an understatement. It was nearing finals week and Chicago was ironically blistering. You resorted to wearing softie shorts and a DePaul DIBS tank to class. “You know what don’t even start with me Kam, I’m the one taking chemistry. Fuck you, you education major.” You don’t even have to make sure your comeback is noticeably light-toned. Being best friends since the first grade has its perks. “Speaking of education majors,” she swivels around in her desk chair, “my friend Abby from psych is throwing a little pre-exams get-together tonight and we’re going.” Knowing her, it truly was going to be a get-together. How were you even friends? Although people made you nervous, you loved to party. Fuzzy drunk, sloppy dancing was your scene; it helped give you confidence. “I think I’ll pass,” you laugh while slowly and painfully propping yourself up on your elbows. “Knowing your friends, we’ll be playing fucking Scrabble or something. You know that shit makes me want to gouge my eyes out.” “Harry and all your law-ey friends will be there…” she teases.

Fucking Harry, that British bastard. You haven’t met a real asshat until this guy. Yes, he was in your friend group but that never made him your friend. “Well in that case!” you get up and tie an imaginary noose on the metal of her lofted bed. She laughs. “Lydia shut the fuck up, you two would be all over each other if you had even three minutes alone.” You pretend to think, sniffing lightly after a moment. “Do I smell a bet in the air?” Smirking, she stands and holds out her hand to you. “You bet your sorry ass you do.” You walk to her, shake hard and say, “Deal, loser.” She shakes her head, smiling as she returns to her homework, but you lose your own façade once she turns away. What would really happen? In the beginning of the semester you met Harry through mutual friends at a party since you’re both law majors. You can still remember that moment, clear as if it were the present. He turned to be introduced to you and an evil smirk grew slowly on his pretty lips. He was beautiful. Fair skin, honey brown hair styled in the most perfect way you had to refrain from running your fingers through it. Broad shoulders you wanted to trace ever-so-lightly with your fingertips. You could see a hint of chest hair poking from how low his shirt was buttoned. You tried to stop the blush from reaching your face. He was a dream. A man sent from heaven above. You almost asked God, What did I do to deserve this blessing? Then he opened his mouth. “Well isn’t it my lucky day, to meet a chick almost as sexy as me. That is a new record boys. Hey pretty thing, I’m Harry.” Your heart stopped. What the fuck? For a small moment you couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not. By the way he held himself—like he was a treat for every female eye in the room—you were confused. He was hot. You loved confidence and assholes seemed to be your type in the past. But this one was different. Surprisingly, your previous anxiety about talking to the male species vanished. You fake looking around you. “Who, me? You must be mistaken or maybe fucking blind because I’m hotter than the motherfucking sun. Dick.” With that, you turned sharply on your heels and stalked away. Hands shaking and heels clicking, you could barely hear what his friends laugh at when his mumbled words implant themselves in your brain, “Oh you won’t get away from me that easily, princess.” Returning to the present, you fume at the thought of being a man’s prize to be won, used, and tossed away like a child with his cheap carnival toy. Ever since that night he would flirt with and tease you, always making sure to never forget your pet name. You would retaliate back with as many profanities that you could think of, but the effort only made you more annoyed. It was exhausting trying to hide your feelings around him. But you couldn’t give in to this dickhead. You’d show him. He’ll be begging on the ground for you before the night even begins. You can almost feel the devil horns growing out from your head. “On the other hand, Kam, I think tonight will be fun.”

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One last look in the mirror. Kamryn has been ready for the last 20 minutes, sitting on the edge of your bed with her head resting on her arm perched atop her knee. “We might as well not even leave. If I knew you would take longer than usual, I would’ve lied about the time the party started.” She sighs and leans back on your bed. “Oh great, now I’m comfortable, look what you’ve done bitch!” You laugh when you see her shake her fist in the reflection. “And I’m the dramatic one, jeez I must be pretty bad then.” You look over yourself one last time. Blue floral tube top, favorite black jeans, white strapped heels. To top it off, you pull on your sexy black leather jacket. You’ve really outdone yourself this time Lydia. You made sure to pull out all the tricks: amazing cleavage, hint of midriff but not too much, tight pants to show off your amazing curves and accentuate your ass, sky-high heels to make sure you walked like a long-legged goddess. Fuck. “Would you want to fuck me?” You ask into the air as you continue to fix your hair, adding one last coat of your most expensive mascara for good measure. “Not after you made me sit for so long, I think I’ll never have sex again!” You love when your best friend makes you laugh, this time imitating The Scream with her hands on the sides of her open-mouthed horror-face. ���Okay, you impatient baby, let’s blow this party up!” You grab your purse and keys and bounce out the door. You could conquer the world. “Please don’t scare my friends, I like them.” As you walk the short distance to Kamryn’s friends’ house, you start to get nervous. Damn, why did you leave your confidence back there! It’s fine, breathe idiot. God, how you wish you pre-gamed for this dreadful event. Walking up the steps, Kamryn’s BFF-intuition kicks in. “What’s wrong with you bitch, you appear to be nervous but look hot as fuck!” “Nothing!” you snap quickly. Save yourself. “I just don’t want to hurt your sensitive baby heart when I win this bet.” Your sarcasm tricks her for now when she giggles, and you knock a closed fist on the door, and it even fools you for half a second, but deep down you know you’re just as scared as you were back in junior high. Scared shitless. The door opens wide to a cool, inviting atmosphere. The amount of people doesn’t make anything better when you’re surprisingly welcomed by a crowd you weren’t expecting. There are tons of different people everywhere, adorned with the classic college statement: red Solo cups. Praise the Lord. As you walk through the packed hallway to the kitchen behind Kam, you make a mental note to yourself: never underestimate an education major. “Hmm, I don’t see any sign of Scrabble anywhere,” Kam says, squinting around once you reach the kitchen that connects openly to the living room. You playfully smack her arm. “Shut up.” Internally you sigh a breath of relief. You weren’t kidding when you said Scrabble would have been the death of you. “Well well well,” that familiar British voice floats to your ears from behind you like silk. Your heart stops for a second but the hairs on your body stick up to attention. Get your shit together you say to your body as you slowly turn, trying your best to relax and appear nonchalant. “I had a feeling my princess would be here to accessorize my arm tonight.” There it is. For a second his smirk had your heart melting like butter but the next moment it hardened back up and a frown engulfed your facial features. Rolling your eyes, you grab your best friend’s arm. “C’mon Kam, let’s go dance.” Pulling her towards the room, you push every thought of Harry out of your head. At least you try. “Well that was intense.” Kam shouts over the music as you find a spot in the crowd. You start to slowly shake your hips to your favorite Somo song, stopping once you laugh at her lame excuse of dancing. “You’re impossible.” You giggle at her face when you grab her arms to pull her closer and dance together. Not going to lie, she was weird and giggly at first, but the scene quickly grew hot as you both got into it. You knew she was too sure of herself and into the moment to notice anything else, but you could feel the hungry eyes of hormonal boys drooling over the sight of you two right in front of them. Some grew brave and began to join and soon enough your back was leaning into the hard chest of a stranger. You didn’t care at that point because you finally didn’t have a care in the world. Finals seemed so obtainable and small, Harry wasn’t even on your mind. Suddenly the pressure of a strong but gentle hand grabbed your wrist and you felt yourself being pulled out of the cloud of intoxicating dancing. At first you felt panic wash over you for the fear of being abducted or something worse. But as soon as you snapped your head in the direction of your kidnapper, furry rose like a bubbly pot of boiling water up and out of your mouth. “What the fuck Harry?” Once inside a bathroom, the music and the fun seemed far away as you stared up at his determined face. Is that frustration you see in his eyes? Doesn’t matter, you’re too frustrated yourself to care how he feels. “Why did you take me here? Why did you shut the door? Do you even care that I was having fun? Why are you so obsessed with me?” You’re almost screaming the last words when the breath is pulled right out of you. In an impossibly quick instant, he grabs the sides of your face and crudely crashes his lips to yours. You don’t even have a moment to think. With that one action, it’s like your bodies are magnets, opposite pulls so strong that it would take a mountain to pull you apart. His body soon follows the direction of his lips and his torso and lap push yours roughly against the door. You hear a click as he somehow frees a hand to lock the door, creating an impenetrable bubble between you and the outside world. When his hand returns, it grabs your hips and pulls you until what’s left of the remaining space between you disappears. His mouth is precise with practice yet sloppy with need as he mesmerizes you. Your open-mouthed kisses are warm from shared breath and you can taste the minty but somehow all-Harry taste throughout all your nerves. You don’t even think as you let him pull off your jacket and lift you up onto the counter, reconnecting your chest against his once more. After what seems like a complete forever, you huff disappointment when he suddenly pulls his lips away and leans his forehead on yours. Panting, your eyes are still closed and your breath is still trying to catch up when he utters the first words he’s said to you since before you were alone. His voice is hoarse and sexy when he whispers, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I saw you with that guy and I just couldn’t watch anyone else touch you like how I want to.” With those last few words he languidly runs his hands up and down your sides. You realize your arms are around his neck, hands entangled in his hair. You feel like you’re waking up from a coma. “Why didn’t you start with that months ago,” you laugh. “We could’ve been doing this all day, every day.” He laughs and bends down to lightly plant a kiss to your neck like it was a seed and he didn’t want to destroy it so that it would grow. You can feel the hairs on your body rise so much that you swear they’ll jump out of your skin. You lean your head back in wonder as you’re once again transfixed with his touch. As he continues you hear the familiar sound of your best friend’s cheesy ‘80s playlist suddenly blare from the speakers. Who let Kam have the aux? A groan escapes your lips before you can even register it forming in your throat and you look into the worried eyes of the beautiful man in between your legs which are now wrapped around his hip bones. “Could we leave? I don’t want this to stop but I don’t want it to continue to this dreadful soundtrack of my life.” You look into his deep eyes, sea-green like the ocean, and smile. “You mean you don’t enjoy hearing The Final Countdown while being only a few layers away from my skin?” He nibbles your ear and you can feel that smirk you once despised against the side of your head. “Anything for you princess. You smell delicious and I’m craving to taste your skin and see if it’s just as good.” As you jump down to the floor, grab your jacket, and head back to reality, you smile and bite your lip knowing he can’t see through the back of your head. You spot Kam with the DJ having the time of her life and decide not to face her smartass until later. Right now, you want to be far away and alone with the man you’ve craved since you first met. The drive to his apartment is quick considering he speeds up every time you draw pictures on his skin with your finger. He’s quiet and you don’t dare break the silence with whatever word vomit could come tumbling out of your mouth. He parks. You follow quickly after him, every three steps the length of one of his. Up the stairs. Your body is on autopilot and it’s a miracle in-of-itself you don’t trip and fall on your face. He fumbles with the key and you start to unbutton his blue floral button-down. You giggle to yourself and he’s the first to break the trance. “What is so funny to you right now?” he laughs which only makes you giggle harder. Neither of you have had anything to drink, you’re intoxicated and fuzzy off of the taste of each other’s mouths. “I just realized we kinda match.” He looks down at your chest and the tight fabric makes his eyes go dark. He leans in to softly breathe into your ear. “We’ll be matching in a minute when I have both of our clothes on the floor.” You stop giggling when the idea of this makes your face heat up. Fuck. This night has been one rollercoaster. The door opens with a bang and in one blink you’re inside the dark and empty apartment alone again, finally. He takes full control and moves your body hard against the wall. In no time, he takes off both your shirts and the first spark of bare skin touching is paralyzing. You moan into his mouth and this is the catalyst to his fire. He lifts you up with ease, never breaking lip contact as if you are sown together. Your heart drops as he lets go but you smile as you feel the soft fabric of his bed underneath your bare back. Caught in the moment, you begin to reach up for him but find when you open your eyes that he’s stopped right above you, looking down in awe. “What?” you laugh, your eyes trail down the carved figure in front of you. Like stone, he looks still and ever-present. Until he breathes in heavily. “You, babygirl, will be the absolute death of me.” You feel your body melt under his touch before your brain can even comprehend the depth of his words. Unlike his previous actions, these next movements are measured and agonizing. You want him. You need him inside of you, so much that it surprises you to the point of tears. But you can feel the pleasure he gets from this slowness seeping from his pores. He unbuttons your jeans and pulls them off, leaving kisses like tattoos forever engrained in every inch of skin he exposes. Your shoes are long-gone and so are his jeans. Next thing you know, he hovers over your body and you can feel all of him through what little fabric now exists. “You are glorious.” He purrs before connecting his familiar lips again to yours. It’s hard to remember a life without knowing these lips, but at the same time you never tire of what they are capable of. He leads your bodies in a dance you will never be able to recreate. He stops. Moves to your chin. Your neck. Your collarbones, your chest, your stomach. He’s about to go down on you but you just need all of him. You don’t care, you need him. He looks up at you through long beautiful eyelashes and smiles, barring his teeth. He bites. Not you, the last fabric left. The last piece of the puzzle. You’ve never even thought of this being so immensely hot but once he gets your underwear to your knees, you can feel how wet you are. You’ve never been this turned on in your whole life. Now you know why he went so slow but again you don’t care. He leans to kiss your soft inner thighs, but you stop him. “No, all of you, now.” Grabbing his face to begin to pull him up and reach for the grey band of his boxers you’re suddenly interrupted. “Hey, I’m in charge here. What do you want?” You groan and roll your eyes. He quickly grabs your wrists, hard, and brings them above your head, pinning you down. Now his face is so close but you don’t want to move. You like this. “Use your words or else I won’t give you what you need.” He leans into your ear and breathes, “I want to hear you say it.” Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat but you somehow manage to get out, “Please fuck me so good that I’ll be able to feel you every time I move.” He chuckles, this amazing sound from heaven. “Yes ma’am.” The next moments are a blur. He pulls off his boxers and you watch in captivated awe as he grabs a condom from the bedside table and slips it on with ease. “Done this a few times, haven’t you Styles?” you say with sass. “Never with anyone that fits as perfectly as you do.” He pushes in and at first, he’s slow and gentle, letting the tightness inside you relax. Then he moves in and out with ease, immediately hitting the right spots and with the right rhythm and the right speed. Everything is perfect and you are overcome with emotions. When you think it couldn’t get better he grabs your arms again and goes harder, never tiring, continuing through your high and through his own. It doesn’t end as quick as it began. He gradually slows down, kissing your sweaty lips and neck, your hands running through his damp hair. You are euphoric. When he pulls out, he takes a moment on top of you, pressed so close, to catch his breath, you too, panting like you’ve run a marathon or more. He looks into your eyes. “Perfect princess.” He kisses your nose before he gets up. You lie there with your eyes closed, taking it all in. You could get used to being his princess.

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S3A - E2

Here we go, Episode 2 of the rewatch. Honestly, even if you guys really don’t care about these, I’m gonna write them anyway, cus I need to get my FEELINGS out.

Anyway. Read More as a symbol of my love.

Thoughts:

Your pen is dry, honey. Try a sharpie.

So Stiles has literally known Heather since he was born? Nursery school is from 0 months to 5 years old, apparently. And Scott doesn’t know who she is? How does that even happen? It’s not like Stiles hasn’t seen her in ages, she recognizes him Instantly from across the room and he recognizes her back. So, Scott just never met her or asked about her or anything? Stiles never told him?

If anyone was curious, apparently Heather’s friend is named Danielle (according to Amazon Prime’s “X-Ray” thingy). She’s the same girl from Lydia’s birthday party, I think. The one who woke Stiles up? OHmygod that would be so fucking interesting. If he invited her and Heather to Lydia’s party. Maybe Heather couldn’t go, but Danielle showed up.

Awww, was Heather Stiles’ first kiss? Did they play winery as kids? Hide and seek? did they break a stupidly expensive bottle of wine?

I have personal issues with Stiles supposed canon age. I refuse to believe he’s not 17 and a year older than the others, because of repeating a grade when he was really young. I just refuse to believe otherwise. XP

PLS STOP making fun of girls asking for guys’ consent. This show would be awesome for like ten whole seconds if they stopped RUINING the girl’s asking for consent by having the guys laugh at them or treat it like a joke.

Allison, Scott’s not gonna have a single fucking clue what you’re talking about when only you hold out your arm to show the bruise.

Also. I believe in Big Dick Stiles Stilinski, bc he’s too smart not to know that wearing too big a condom is like the worst possible idea and can render it basically useless, and he wouldn’t have grabbed one (which we see he did in the next episode or something) if it wouldn’t fit. Therefore. XXL for our boy. XP

Hold up. So no one heard Heather screaming? Was she hallucinating the wine bottles breaking? Maybe it was an illusion, cus there’s no mess when Stiles gets down there? But still, the screaming is real. Scott should’ve heard screams like that even from outside the building.

Also, I feel p fucking bad for Stiles. As far as he knows, she bailed on him. What if he thought it was a prank or a joke or something? Or, even worse actually, since he’s known her for so long and she left her shoes down there, I bet he’d be worried instantly.

*snort* I looked up Derek’s loft set for research. They had to do so much editing to make it look grudgy and out of the way. This building is in the middle of town and it’s Massive and Gleaming. It’s a place where you can rent office suites. XD

I love everything about Isaac’s little venting session over getting Peter’s help, except the part where where he mentions Scott. Fuck scott. (whoops, now I need the tag. Like you didn’t see that coming?)

I find it hilarious that Peter’s intro is Rock Music. Also. “Fair enough.” I do love this man. (took me a while though.) Like, he’s honestly pretty simple to understand most of the time. He just wants people to be honest to him, say what they wanna say to his face.

Look at Peter, giving us one of the very few hints at werewolf history. Presumably, the ability was meant to be used to share memories with pack, locations of dens or images or even scents of other packs. And though mostly Alphas do it, clearly not just Alphas do it. This is fucking Interesting, I want MORE.

Aannnd, we discover that Scott’s been lying to Allison this whole time and letting her think that Derek just randomly attacked her mother. Love it. Also, I’m still not over Allison’s behavior in the last season? Waiting on an apology, hun, and it better be good.

OH. OH NOW You can sense the werewolves, Scott? SERIOUSLY?

Why do they make every single scene with Finstock have something to do with Stiles’ sex life? Like....it’s awkward. Stop. Also, can you imagine Stiles getting a rep around school for having a big dick bc of this? Is that something that actually happens in high schools? I had no friends, I would not know.

“No play.” The first time Scott decides that neutrality is better than actually doing something useful. I’m salty. *nods* yup. I am. I know what this scene does later on, and I hate it.

Also, can I just say that I literally hate that EVERY SINGLE time Stiles is having a good time, they make it Horrible? Stiles makes a lil joke about Derek being a Sourwolf? Derek gets claws through his lungs and spits blood. Stiles gets to play on the team?  Across town Erica and Boyd are being tortured. Stiles is about to have sex? The girl he’s supposed to have sex with is being traumatized downstairs. Stiles is about to play a stupid fucking game in class? He gets taken in for questioning because his friend since birth has been kidnapped. They literally refuse to ever let Stiles be happy without making him look like an idiot or an asshole for having a single good emotion. It makes me so MAD. You can literally measure the show! If Stiles is actually smiling, then someone’s about to die.

OH MY GOD. Really? Another moment we didn’t get to see? “Derek says it’s easier to turn teenagers” WHEN DID HE SAY THAT? I‘M SO CURIOUS. Also how does Stiles know what Peter and Derek tried to do to get Isaac’s memories back? Are they reporting to Stiles? Letting him know what’s up? STILES IS HALE PACK I WILL FIGHT YOU.

I’m getting really sick of Deaton somehow knowing more about werewolves than the two born werewolves. Like, it’s really fucking annoying? They know their own species, or at least they should? It was the same with Chris helping out on the hunt. He doesn’t know werewolves better than they know themselves and I’m fucking tired of it. Let Peter and Derek have their own fucking history and knowledge about their own fucking species.

*snort* i paused at just the right time and the water effect made Derek and scott’s foreheads Really big. XD

I enjoy Stiles getting distracted now that his job is done. I feel that in my soul. The only difference between us is that he has the confidence to just Grab the shit he wants to play with, and I never did so I just zone out staring at it.

I’m not stupid. I see them suddenly throwing in the work ‘risky’ everywhere. But I still appreciate Derek reminding Isaac that he doesn’t have to do the ice tub thing.

More reflections...what’s with the reflections in this season so far?

Also, is this how people sound when they’re hypnotized. I’m on Stiles’ side actually, giving this the side-eye with Isaac’s constant “They’re here” thing. It seems really weird and overdone.

God, this scene is such fucking bullshit. Derek would never put Isaac in danger like that. Isaac’s the only Beta he’s got at the moment. He wouldn’t do that and it’s fucking Stupid to make him be so vicious and scare the shit out of Isaac. I fucking hate it.

I think it’s sweet that Isaac looks to Stiles for answers when everyone’s acting weird.

Ten hours of research, and Stiles has a little pinboard on the floor, the prototype for his big one Awwwwww.

Papa Stilinski comes through ONce Again!

If they’re supposed to meet at 5 and get to work at dark. Why is it dark when they get to Dereks??? WORK WITH ME HERE.

WHY would they patch the wall (Which is stone, so wtf did they patch it with? Concrete?) if they closed the bank down right after the robbery???

IT”S THE SCENE *heavy breathing* “Big bad wolf, yeahhh, lookatdat” Peter looks SO DONE “I’ve been dealing with this for months, make it stop”

aaaand again. “Risk” Since when does Peter care about risk? I never understood this scene. We have evidence that Peter cares about family, and according to werewolves, pack is family. He flipped shit to find Derek when Derek was missing. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do. I just...I don’t get it. Don’t like it, either.

“Yeah, if you want me to come” “NOT you” I love this scene, because it shows not just that Stiles is fucking raring to go and help, but that he didn’t offer before only because he thought Derek wouldn’t let him. We know Derek doesn’t think Stiles is useless. He put Stiles in charge of researching this entire bank. Which means it’s not that he doesn’t think Stiles could help, it’s that he doesn’t want Stiles to get hurt. And apparently Stiles knows that Derek feels that way, and knows Derek is vehement enough about it that he didn’t even bother bringing it up in the first place. That’s some serious trust and understanding, and even respect right there that Stiles is showing. Understanding what Derek would feel before he did it, trusting that Derek knew better about what was too dangerous for Stiles to involve himself in, and respecting him enough not to bug him about it anyway.

personal preference, I hate how much time is wasted just showing people walk down halls with weird lighting effects, or showing Allison trip over debris and pull her coat closed. Like...it’s really not needed?

Sup, Morrell? 20 seconds to get hidden? Is that 20 sec before the alphas get in hearing range or 20 sec before they actually get there? And how did the Alphas know that Derek was coming tonight? As far as they knew they took Isaac’s memory away and killed Braeden.

KALI WEAR SOM EFUCKING SHOES YOU NASSTY.

Smart girl with the bleach. I mean, I don’t know why the sudden scent of bleach didn’t tick kali off, but sure, whatever works.

I’m not even kidding. When I saw this scene for the first time I fucking burst into tears. Just that little glimpse of Erica and I was a mess

I really love Stiles and Peter chatting though. Like, Stiles gives no fucks, and Peter sounds just so used to it. Also, Derek’s couch looks sooooo comfy. I wanna sit on it. And Peter halfway through calling Stiles annoying is just like “Shit. He’s right. Again.” and there’s no physical distance. Peter once dragged Stiles around by his neck all night and nearly killed Lydia. But Stiles has no qualms about walking right up into his space and helping him out. PLUS, when Peter realizes Stiles is right, there’s no insults. Not even frustrated ones. When STiles describes the walls of the loft, Peter doesn’t say, “No, you idiot, the bank vault.” or make a quip. He’s immediately looking to Stiles for the information and trusting that he has it and will know where it is.

Then we have Scott just...whatever the fuck he’s saying. I don’t wanna hear it.

Okay, that is way more space behind Derek and Scott than Stiles said. And how is the moonlight even getting in? They had to shimmy through a shaft in the walls, there’s no windows in the walls. AND HOW THE FUCK would the ALpHA PACK KNOW THEY EVen KNOW WHERE THE BANK IS???

Derek should be able to hear the phone call. Just. Yes. That’s how that works. Also, Peter, now is not the time for gladiator analogies.

And the tears are back. All it takes is one fucking word. “Cora?”

IT DOESN”T MAKE SENSE. HOW WOULD THE ALPHAS KNOW??? If Marin hired Braeden and told her to get a message to Derek about the bank they were being kept at, then that means that it was all this really dumb double-double cross. Her making it look like she double-crossed the Alphas by telling Braeden to give up their location, but actually doing for the Alphas to trap Derek and Scott. What the absolute fuck?

FINALLY Someone holds Scott accountable. THANK you Derek.

Also, hello Lydia, I’m so sorry honey but you’re about to enter a whole new nightmare.

Final thoughts: I’m very long winded, and very frustrated and very fucking sad. I am just so goddamn sad and the next episode’s gonna make me feel even worse so I’m taking a break.