#My pup died of illness immediately after I had this dream

[thepaintdragon]

NOOOOO NOT THE FREAKING ⭑𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁⭑ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ladiekatie]

First Lines Meme

Rules

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether).

See if there are any patterns.

Then, tag your favorite authors.

I was tagged by the amazing, the wonder, the fergalicious @inell

It’s all under the cut so you don’t have to see it if you don’t want to. 

If there is anything that Derek remembers from his and Stiles’ honey moon, it’s the screaming child who sat behind him and kicked his seat the entire time. It was a pain in the ass, and he remembers the feeling of never wanting kids.

Everything’s changed since then though. He and Stiles have been married for 6 years. 5 years ago they welcomed their first pup Damien to their family. Two years later, Zoey, and ten months ago the gods dropped double the trouble into their brood with Aimee and Vincent into their lives. [Add Another to Our Brood | G]

“Who wants to go to dinner with me on Valentine’s Day and have a dramatic fight in the restaurant?” Stiles blurbs out of nowhere.

It’s pack night and most of the pack is huddled around the TV Derek has in his loft. Star Wars: The Force Awakens is playing on it but no one is really paying attention. Everyone too consumed in their significant other to pay attention. All except Stiles and Derek, whom are sitting next to each other on the couch only because if they hadn’t Lydia and Allison wouldn’t have fit together on the couch. [Fight Me Valentine | G]

It’s early on a Monday morning, and no one is supposed to be in the office. So Derek is surprised when he hears the soft rhythm of knocks come from the door, even more surprised when he sees a figure through the frosted glass.

“Come in?” Derek calls in question, looking away from the stack of reports on his desk, curious to see who the hell else is at the office at 6 in the morning. [The New Assistant | G]

Stiles needs a new toy. He knows his semi-vast collection of sex toys would make anyone who likes taking things up the ass jealous, but he needs something new. Everything he has is so….. fake. And yeah, he gets the irony of thinking that shoving a silicon penis up his ass feels fake.

He just hasn’t had any real action in a while, and now that Brad (his oldest and favorite dildo) seems to be the only thing giving him orgasams in the foreseeable future, he at least wants the fake penis being shoved up his ass to feel real. [magicdildos.com | E] 

A brand new little park popped up in their neighborhood. Old Mrs. Greatly died and left her land to the city to make a park. Derek’s mother thought it was amazing, all her money was willed to buy equipment for the small area. It’s only about a block away and it’s a lovely day for the grand opening.

Derek helps his mother make sandwiches and lemonade for their picnic while Laura and Cora run around trying to distinguish whose shoes are whose. Cora’s feet are 7 sizes smaller than Larua’s but try telling her that. Cora is in her stroller with their mother pushing her. Derek and Laura trailing behind her as they share the weight of the large picnic basket. [Since We Were Kids | G]

This. Could. Not. Be Happening.

Derek looked at the screen again. He blinked trying to make it disappear like this was some sort of bad dream. But fate wasn’t that kind, and the picture was still up on the screen. [Outed | G]

Stiles isn’t entirely sure how he didn’t see what was happening, but you know what they say: hindsight is 20/20.

Because when Derek Hale, your best friend’s weird, but totally hot, older brother shows up and offers to drive you and said best friend home for Christmas break the week of finals, how are you supposed to see it as anything but just a friendly gesture? And he definitely didn’t think about how weird it is that Derek asked if he could stay with him. Nope, not a bit. [Finals Week | G]

This cannot be happening. The likelihood of this happening was impossibly low, and even then, it never happened.

But because he is Derek Hale and because he is cursed by every being in the universe, this could only happen to him. Never mind the generations of his family that had jet black hair until the day they died, his Nana lived to be 120 and still, not a single strand of grey anywhere on her head. [Going Grey | T]

Stiles barely has time to look at his phone to see it’s 7 o’clock in the fucking morning before he drags himself out of bed to go deal with the asshole who is knocking at the door. Who ever it is, is going to die as soon as he can get through the small apartment.

Scott is no doubt already at work, the overachiever, but Stiles doesn’t have to be in until 3 in the afternoon so he was planning on sleeping in. Especially after the night he and Scott had last night. [Too Early for this Shit | T]

Peter can’t believe the amazing life he has made for himself. He’s worked hard his entire life to come home to his beautiful villa where his husband cooks him dinner and his daughter plays with her dolls on the living room floor.

It’s hard for Peter to believe that 10 years ago he was a bachelor who couldn't even dream of settling down. That all changed when Derek brought a friend over for a school project their junior year. Now, he’s wrapped around his little omega’s finger and his heart is walking around outside of him, and he was the happiest he has ever been. [Fuck Mrs. Applebee | T]

The pub is pretty quiet tonight. Spare the jukebox in the corner, the grill in the kitchen behind him and the senseless murmur of too many voices talking at once. No one even notices the door swing open with a new patron.

Derek looks up from his spot behind the bar too look at the new comer, and to watch where he sits. He really doesn’t want to leave his counter to serve the dude at a table. The kid looks young, probably barely old enough to be here. He has a slim frame, but he has a nice build on him, it’s slight and not immediately apparent under the ill fitting plaid over shirt he’s wearing, but the tight t shirt under it leaves little to the imagination. His eyes are heavy with dark circles looming under his eyes that Derek hoped would normally twinkle with amazing brown pupils. [Listen Here Mr. Bartender | T]

Stiles wouldn’t say he was jealous of Scott; but he was. He was so incredibly jealous of Scott that he didn’t know how he could stand to see Scott so happy. That smile he had on his face everyday and the look of sheer adoration in his eyes made Stiles feel so much worse about his secret.

Well, their secret. Because it was mutual you see. Stiles loves Allison; and Allison loves Stiles. [ Please Be Mine | T]

Stiles stands in the loft. He is drenched from standing out in the rain. The biggest storm in Beacon Hills history is roaring outside but inside it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop.  The harsh patter of rain batters the windows but not one word is spoken between the two of them.

Peter stands facing the window watching the chaos outside, a tumbler in his hand and tension runs up and down his back. [Just a Child | T]

Stiles didn’t spend a lot of time at the Whittemore house. The sharp edges and the monochromatic color scheme always set him on edge. Stiles usually took Jackson to his own home, where the walls weren’t white and the furniture wasn’t going to stab your eye out if you walked into it accidentally.

But today was a special occasion, because Jackson scored the winning goal at the state championships. Stiles wasn’t going to leave his boyfriend hanging in this big empty house all alone after the party at Lydia’s. So Stiles packed up a tipsy Jackson into his Jeep and escorted him home. [Black Satin | M]

Stiles knew it was going to be a bad idea. Like, his involvement with the supernatural opened his eyes to a lot of new things. Werewolves were real, Kitsunes were real, evil ninjas were a thing, he wouldn’t doubt if vampires were a thing at this point.

But now, Scott peer pressured him into getting this dating app call Biter and if that wasn’t the stupidest name for a dating app he didn’t know what is. But he humors Scott because he is severely lacking in the “Stiles wants to have fun. Multiple times, in multiple positions” department. [Biter- Dating App | T]

Derek had been out all night. Full moons were always the worst, but last night was just unbearable. He could still taste the poor woodland creature he ate in his mouth, it was disgusting. But that’s what he gets for deciding to go running in the silver glow of the moon.

He has other things to worry about right now though, like how he missed morning practice and Coach would probably make him run until he puked. Not to mention that he was late for school. “Fuck,” he says as he races to his car where he has a set of backup clothes and his backpack for school. Now, where were his keys? [I Feel Faint | G]

There was a knock at the door. Out the window over the sink the sky seemed to understand the emotions filling the house. The sky was grey and the the ground was peppered with drops that fell from the sky. The soup bubbled on the stove as Derek moved to the front door.

The door swung open and the stale air inside the house was moved with the fresh intake of air. [SIDS | T]

There was nothing more than Jackson hated than this moment right now. This fucking moment that he was being forced to deal with. Because not only was he being forced to hang out with his long lost father and sister for the first time since Lydia let the little secret known that Peter Hale had twins with a women called the fucking Desert Wolf, but now his “father” was dating the worst possible person on the entire planet.

Stiles Stilinski. [Just Call Me Daddy | T]

“DAMN IT DEREK!” Stiles yelled as the table holding the medical equipment went flying across the room. “You’ve been in this pack for a months and you still want to try defying the alpha? You would have died without my packs help if we didn't find you but it seems like you want that regardless!” The beta lowered his head holding his arm as Deaton pulled out a bullet that was steaming purple smoke.

“Alpha-” Derek tried. [Forgetful | G]

The club was noisy. It was noisy and just not Stiles’ scene. If it was any other night, he would be right there with Scott taking shot after shot of who knows what, but his tomorrow is his first day at his dream job and he can’t, he CAN’T show up hungover.

But still, Scott thought they should celebrate even though they celebrated a couple weeks ago when the lady at Human Resources of Hale Corp called and told Stiles he was the new assistant of the CFO. [Chocolate Milk | G]

I think there is a nice mix of statements of facts, actions, and dialogue. I did this a while ago with just the first sentence, and I realized I always started with actions, so I’ve tried to mix it up lately. I think my opening paragraphs have gotten shorter and shorter. Leaving more to the second paragraph to explain things. 

I’m not gonna tag anyone, cuz i don’t know who to tag, but if you wanna do it, go ahead. Boom, consider yourself tagged.