#Pack 17 of Short Hills

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Scouts Event: ‘Hiking Washington Rock’

March 18th, 2023 – The Boy Scouts of ‘Northern New Jersey Council��� congregated at ‘South Mountain Reservation’ to hike the ‘Washington Rock’. They also learned about how to use maps, compass and went on a scavenger hunt in the woods! (more…) “”

[totheblood]

i still hear you. (prologue)

PAIRING: post tlou2!ellie williams x reader

SUMMARY: ellie stumbles upon your self-run town after her life is destroyed, except there's more to this town then what meets the eye. and it seems like there is more to you too.

WARNINGS: 18+ mentions of death, grief, related subjects; cursing, mentions of drinking/drugs, mentions of s*x

A/N: i've been working on this one for a while... i hope you enjoy! please send asks, reblog, and reply to this post <;3

WORD COUNT: 3k

"i still hear you laughing, but only for a minute"

Spring couldn’t come fast enough for Ellie. 

The cold still nipped at the exposed skin on her hands, ghosting the phantom limbs of the two fingers she was now missing. Everything was cold. The tip of her nose, her ears, and most importantly her heart. As she wandered aimlessly, unsure of where to go, she knew there was one place she couldn’t go: home. 

Jackson was no longer a place for her. Joel was gone, Tommy thought she was weak, and Dina…Well, Dina wanted nothing to do with her. Dina had a lot she could blame Ellie for before Ellie left, but she never did. She stayed. And now, on top of all of that, Ellie had left one of the few people in her life who cared enough about her to stay. Spring could come tomorrow but it would forever be winter inside her. 

She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she was going west. She couldn’t handle the harsh winters of the East Coast, and Wyoming stopped feeling like home before she left for Seattle. She thought about staying on the farm and living out whatever short life she was going to have there, but staying in that home painted with memories of “what ifs” would drive her crazy. 

So she packed enough supplies to last her a few months if she hunted her food and headed to the West Coast. The first few days were silent, she only encountered a few infected and found shelter in abandoned buildings. She lived off of expired food she found in vending machines in old universities and occasionally sang herself to sleep. 

On her tenth day, she found a car that lasted her about 2 days. Once it broke down, she just kept walking. Over abandoned highways and thick forests, she just kept walking. On day 17, she reached California and stumbled upon an eerily similar set of walls. It looked just like the gates at Jackson, except these were concrete and better built. They were much higher, and the gates almost looked… automatic. 

Ellie was hesitant. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she definitely wasn’t looking for another hometown to destroy. She approached the large walls cautiously, with her hands up and slowly. As she walked closer she was screaming, “I come in peace,��� over and over again. She was almost 50 feet near the gate when she heard a girl's voice shout, “Don’t come any closer.”

She stopped in her tracks as the automatic gates began to open. Ellie expected an army of people with guns blazing, just how it was when she first arrived at Jackson, but when the gates opened there just stood you, grounded in all your glory, and a gun aimed right at her face. She wanted to laugh, but that just seemed sexist. 

Instead, you pressed forward, unwavering, with your gun aimed right at her. She didn’t step backward, or even breathe, she just stood there until you were close enough to her to make out all the freckles on her face and the slit in her eyebrow. 

“Who are you?” you spat at her.

“Ellie,” she breathed out, her hands faltering a bit. 

With your hand firmly wrapped around the cold metal of the gun, you inched forward again, pulling back the slide, a metallic click echoing in the silence. The gun was loaded, and you were letting Ellie know that you weren’t afraid to shoot. Her hands stiffened again. 

“What are you doing here?” Your tone was tough and the look on your face was enough to send Ellie running for the hills, but it also made her want to crack a smile. Your nose scrunched up as you spoke, and your lips were somehow not chapped in this weather. But Ellie didn’t smile, she was sure if she did you would put one right between her eyes. That much she was sure of.

“I-” Ellie hadn’t thought this far. What was she doing here? “I’m just looking for a place to stay.” 

Your eyebrows creased as you gave her a once over, looking for any sign she was trouble. It was in your nature to search for danger, but she wasn’t raising any red flags. Except the fact that she made it here alone and unscathed, and was missing two fingers. 

“What happened to your hand?” you asked, tipping the gun slightly to her hand. A pained expression crossed her face, it was almost like she forgot that two of her fingers were quite literally bitten off, but that fight was somewhere shoved deep inside her mind. It wasn’t something she wanted to remember.

“Lost them in a fight,” she replied simply, there was no point in telling the full story. It’s not like you had the time. 

“You can’t stay here if you’re going to be trouble,” finally you put the gun down, resting your hands on your hips, giving her a firm look. Ellie would hand it to you, you were absolutely scary. In her mind, she knew she could take you, but she also wasn’t so sure of that.  

“I’m,” she sighed, lowering her hands slowly, “I’m done with that. I won’t be trouble,” and for the first time in Ellie’s life, she meant that. She was ready to start over. She knew the fighter in her would always be there, itching to come out but she had been fighting her whole life. It was time to give up. She had already lost everything. Or so she thought. 

Your face softened slightly before firming up again, your empathy peeking through like it always did. You looked her over again, sighing, as you signaled for someone at the gate to come. A man with short blonde hair trotted over, a leash in his hand. He looked kind as he offered a smile to Ellie.

“Old girl here is just gonna check to make sure you’re not infected,” he smiled, dropping the leash. Ellie’s heart rate picked up again as she watched the German Shepherd approach her slowly, sniffing around her as it circled her. You stood behind the blonde guy with your arms crossed across your chest. The dog found nothing and returned to the man, sitting down next to him, “Looks like you’re all clear!”

“Welcome to Mono City,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes as you turned back towards the gate, walking in that direction. You were halfway there when you realized Ellie wasn’t moving. Turning on your heel again you stared at her, hand on your hip again. You had an attitude, Ellie thought, cute. “You coming or what?”

The small town sat on a large lake, glistening as the sun's rays bounced off the surface. Buildings were built close together, trees without leaves scattered on the walkway, and about a hundred people out on the street as she trailed behind you, earning dirty looks from half of them. Ellie scowled back. Ellie smiled when you introduced yourself to her, telling her your name and a few key details about yourself. She learned you served as some sort of mayor here, keeping everything in order, and that you were the person that people came to. She would be lying if she said that didn’t intimidate her. But all Ellie did was give you her name again and tell you that she was from Jackson, anything else she said would fall short. 

“How are you with your hands?” you asked, voice flat and simple. Ellie choked on her words, stuttering a response. 

“I’m, well,” she coughed, “I’m just okay with them now, since,” she shrugged gesturing to what she now called her ‘bad hand’, “you know.”

A wave of guilt crossed your face as you composed yourself, somehow already forgetting your previous interaction. You shook your head solemnly, cursing quietly under your breath as you stopped. 

“Shit,” you turned to her, eyes squeezed shut, “sorry, I’m so used to asking the same questions, I didn’t even think.”

“It’s fine don’t worry about it,” she gave a tight-lipped smile. Now, with the illumination of the buildings, she could see your whole face. You were pretty, that she was sure of, but it was a more down-to-earth pretty. A type of pretty that you had to take in. You had scars around your face, and a pretty big scar down the side of your neck. It almost looked like the one Ellie had on her arm. But still, scars and all, you were just nice to look at. 

“Well, just for that reason we probably won’t have you be on guard duty,” you stated, eyes flicking around her face, “do you have any other strengths?”

“Uhm,” Ellie had to think for a minute. She had never really been asked anything like this before. What were her strengths? Did she have any at all? She used to be good at guitar, but now she couldn’t play, and that probably wouldn’t be useful at all to anyone here. She was good at art still, something she couldn’t take for granted anymore. It was all she had. The scratched-out drawings of Dina, JJ, Jesse, and Joel were stuffed deep into her bag.

“I’m good at art,” she shrugged, “and writing, maybe.”

“Okay,” you smiled, showing off your teeth, making her warm a bit, “that we can work with. Maybe you can teach at the school.”

“You have a school here?” Ellie gawked. Jackson had a school but it was small and had maybe two or three teachers. 

“Yeah,” you turned to keep walking, making Ellie stumble behind you to keep up, “we have three. An elementary, middle, and high school.”

“Wow,” Ellie was in awe, “It’s not like a military school or anything?” 

“No,” you answered quickly, your voice tight, “It’s not like any of that shit. We don’t fuck with FEDRA here.”

Ellie would be lying if she said that wasn’t music to her ears.

“It’s just like a normal school except we teach a lot more practical things. Things we can use like, cooking, science, and English. Like reading or writing. Since you’re new you will probably start with the elementary school. We also have little extracurriculars and we’ve wanted to introduce art but haven’t been able to find anyone yet.”

“Oh, cool,” was all Ellie said as you both stumbled on what looked like a residential street. There were rows of houses, all that looked the same. There was a road, with cars parked on them and driveways with gates. Most of the houses looked about two stories tall, some had toys lying in the front yards and a few animals were roaming about, small cats and dogs. The porches had furniture on them, little couches and chairs, and as she walked she noticed some people outside with mugs in their hands as if they were drinking their morning coffee. The town looked like something she saw out of a movie, only something she could dream about. Her eyes were wide in awe as you rambled on about something but Ellie was honestly too entranced in everything. Here, in the middle of nowhere was a whole town of people living their lives, as if nothing had ever happened to them. 

“Ellie?” you stopped in your tracks, crossing your arms over your chest. There was your attitude again, “are you even listening?”

“Y-yeah, I am. It’s just-”

“A lot, I know,” you sighed, “but you gotta listen, there are a lot of rules here. Rules that make this place function and if you don’t follow them, you could easily be kicked out.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, genuinely meaning it, “I’m listening, promise.”

“It’s fine,” you gave her a fake smile, turning to push open a gate to a nice house, “This will be your place.”

“Uhm,” Ellie stopped, not entering the front yard, “what do you mean ‘my place’? This is far too big for me.”

“This is the only size our houses come in,” you replied matter-of-factly, “you can just say thank you.”

Ellie blinked as she looked up at the blue house, that looked like it was built yesterday. It had a wrap-around porch and two white columns right by the entrance. The door was a giant white door with a gold handle. This was nicer than any house she’s ever been in, and way too big for one girl.  

“Thank you,” Ellie replied, still awe-struck, “this is just so nice.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled, fishing around in your bag for something. You pulled out a pair of keys, and handed them to her, “Here’s your house keys. You don’t get a car quite yet, that’s something you have to work your way up to, but there is a bike in the garage. Spring is around the corner so it will get warmer and you should have your car by next winter so don’t worry too much. My house is right across the block, but I’m usually in the City Center if you need me.”

She wrapped her right hand around the keys, tightening them in her palm. She watched as you searched through your bag again and pulled out a little device. 

“This is your walkie,” you took a deep breath, “Try to find me before using it. It’s usually only used for emergencies so just be mindful of that. I’ll be by tomorrow to take you to work, so you have time to get settled in today. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ellie smiled, her voice sounding a little bit breathless.

That night Ellie settled into her new home. Well, she tried to settle into her new home but kept shifting around in every seat and couch, like she couldn’t find something to get comfortable on. She examined every part of the house, picking the smallest room for herself and shoving her backpack in the closet. She took a bath for the first time in months, washing all the dirt and grime off of her. Left in the shower was a bar of soap that looked like it had been handmade and unused. It smelled so good she almost took a bite, but instead chose to use it how it was meant to be used.

As the sun began to set she stepped outside, watching the activity on the block and smiling to herself. Everything just seemed so normal, but with the state of this world this town was certainly abnormal. From her window she could see you in your front yard, feeding a pack of cats that slipped through your white picket fence. She smiled to herself as she watched one rub against your leg, and your gentle hand coming down to pet it. She continued to watch as kids passed your house, waving to you and running back to their homes. 

The next few days were uneventful. Ellie found herself getting used to teaching young kids, always laughing when they asked about her missing fingers. It was out of her comfort zone, but she was around JJ enough to know what kids liked. Her voice always got so high-pitched when she spoke to them, and they liked being chased around the room. On her fifth day of working, a kid ran in screaming, “Miss Ellie! Miss Ellie!” with a chicken scratch drawing of his family. He was so proud that all Ellie could say was “Good job, bud!” and ruffle his hair. He left with the biggest smile on his face.

But now, Ellie found herself at the city’s most popular bar, with the other teachers who wanted to congratulate her on her first week. Della, who invited Ellie out in the first place, made a toast to her, clinking her glass with Ellie’s and taking a long swig of her drink. Ellie took a sip of hers too and fuck, this shit was strong. 

She felt human again, laughing with people her age in a bar and old music playing. She was almost having a good time until a song came on that reminded her of Joel. It was like her whole demeanor changed and everyone could tell. She excused herself from the group finding a small corner to sit on and finish the rest of her drink, hoping maybe it would make her forget everything. But then, the bell at the front door rang making Ellie look up to see who had entered. 

There you were in all your glory, tight shirt on and hair completely loose. It almost looked as if you were wearing makeup. Ellie must’ve been staring too long because she blinked and you were standing in front of her. 

“See you got yourself a drink,” you laughed, voice making Ellie’s cheeks turn pink. She was… really drunk.

“Yeah, I could get you one too,” she slurred a bit, goofy smile spread across her face. She watched as something odd crossed your face and now she was worried she said something wrong, “I just mean, like.. you know… I mean like as a thank you.”

“Right,” you sighed.

“For my mansion, you know,” she shrugged and you giggled. You giggled and it went straight to her head. What was she doing?

“You haven’t been paid yet,” you smiled back at her, now moving to sit down, “and it’s okay, I don’t drink unless it’s a special occasion.”

“What? Meeting me is not special enough,” she teased, knocking her shoulder with yours. Her eyes scanned your face, your smile reaching your eyes as you giggled again. Her stomach sank again. She wasn’t so sure if this was just the alcohol anymore, she felt like she was 12 and crushing on Riley again. 

“No, it’s special,” you reassured, “Maybe, I’ll drink when you decide to stay.”

“Who said I’m not staying?” she questioned sitting up.

“Some people don’t,” you shrugged, smile fading. Ellie’s brain wanted to make it better, make you laugh again, or shit do anything to put the smile back on your face. 

“Well, I’m gonna,” she said gently, so only you could hear her, “I need to get my paycheck.”

You laughed and Ellie breathed a sigh of relief, laughing with you. 

“I’ll get that to you,” you smiled, “and we don’t use paychecks.”

“What’re you gonna pay me with?” she smirked, “I know some other ways you can pay me.” Then the same look from earlier crossed your face and she cursed quietly to herself, muttering an apology. 

“No, no,” you said, like you were about to let her down gently, “I just try not to get… involved with anyone since…” your voice trailed off.

“Since?” Ellie questioned, but as you opened your mouth to speak the group from earlier made their way over, noticing your arrival and screaming your name. She watched as you got up, hugged everyone and started chatting with them, leaving her with her drink and too many questions. 

There was one thing that scared her though. She knew you needed someone who could stay, and the only thing she was good at was leaving.

[kitchenisking]

Day 5

Coffee Storm by splendid_splendont  - (Rating: G, Words: 1,744, sterek)

‘we got caught by this awful storm and now we’re waiting for it to calm under the roof of a café, want to go inside and have a coffee in the meantime?’

so he's got a few flaws by Phnx - (Rating: T, Words: 1,695, sterek)

In short, everything was terrible.

Just Stopped Working For Me by dedougal - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,447, sterek)

Stiles never expected to meet Derek Hale. He definitely never expected the movie star to slide into his cab and ask for his help.

For better, for worse by Vendelin - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,336, sterek)

Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is.

Gracious In Defeat by yodasyoyo - (Rating: Mature, Words: 18,136, sterek)

Stiles needs to get away from Beacon Hills after the end of his senior year. Derek offers to let him stay with him in São Paulo, and they finally act on the tension that has always simmered between them. 

The thing is, when it's time to go home- Stiles doesn't want to leave.

Aconitum Bulbus by hazelNuts - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,499, sterek)

xxxAthaelaxxx asked for: "Stiles is underage like 17 and Derek's 23. Stiles got hit by some sex pollen and needs to fuck. Derek's the only single wolf who can do it and refuses to help Stiles since he's underage but if Stiles isn't cured he could die. Virgin!Stiles and Martyr!Derek. Please write in great detail the deflowering."

They'd been having a simple pack picnic, because they did those things now. They’d just finished lunch and had decided on a game of tag. It had all been great until Stiles had tripped and fallen face first into some flowers.

Way Down We Go by Wolfspurr - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 50,131, sterek)

Set during 3B and its aftermath.

The blacklight party at the loft leaves Stiles with more than one revelation playing on his mind. He's losing time, and apparently he might be more than just a little bit interested in Derek Hale.

By the time he's fought off the Nogitsune and somehow lived to tell the tale, the rest of Stiles' sanity might just rest on Derek, the Camaro, and a few hundred miles of Pacific Coast Highway. It's going to be one hell of a road trip.

Savage Beast(s) by TheyDraggedMeInNowIAintLeaving - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,390, sterek)

In which Stiles gets a werewolf roommate and it only gets better from there

He Gets Me High by talktowater - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,562, sterek)

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they're not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They're just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that's it. Right?

You First by alikatastic - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 802, sterek)

Stiles got a text from Chris Argent telling him what was going on, and Stiles dropped everything at work and rushed to Beacon Hills. He needed to find his son, Eli, and his husband, Derek. When he got there, the worst had happened, it was his worst nightmare come true. His magic built and built until he got the chance to save them all.

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 31: Tyler Hoechlin to Derek Hale TF

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Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this Derek Hale Tf Marathon! It was so much fun to make, and I hope that you all liked what I put out!

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Actor Tyler Hoechlin filtered through some emails to waste time before he had to get ready. The actor was supposed to make an appearance at some celebrity Halloween party for photo ops. He wasn’t above taking a picture here and there, but he hadn’t even began to think about a costume, nor had his assistant just grabbed one for him.

“I could just wear a bedsheet and go as a ghost?” Tyler chuckled to himself, thinking that it’d be so lame that it’d be good.

He deleted several emails from casting agents who thought that he’d be great in one of their low-budget horror movies that was supposed to go straight to steaming services. Tyler couldn’t help but grimace at doing anything horror related.

After spending so many years being cast as Derek Hale on Teen Wolf, the last thing he wanted to do was something spooky-ish, lest he risk being typecasted. Already, the actor played Superman on Superman & Lois, but he still had several people on the street referring to him as “Derek”. Of course, Tyler was grateful that so many fans appreciated his work on the MTV series, but there was a part of him that was ready to let the role go.

Which was why he’d frowned deeply at the email from Jeff Davis, the creator of Teen Wolf. Tyler begrudgingly clicked on it, scanning it a little until he got to the reason for the reaching out:

“…MTV is interested in rebooting the Teen Wolf series, and after the negative reception of the movie, the producers have decided not to count it as canon. Can we count on you to return as Beacon Hills’s resident Alpha, Derek Hale?”

Not even bothering to respond to it, Tyler moved the mouse towards the garbage icon to delete it. Before he could click it, his laptop screen flickered and an odd electric shock sparked out, actually shocking Tyler.

The actor recoiled his hand at the sensation, the electric shock sending a tingling feeling throughout the rest of his body for a brief moment.

“What the hell?” Tyler wondered aloud. He closed his laptop and shoved himself away from his desk, making a mental note to buy a new laptop tomorrow since his was obvious short-circuiting. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed, seeing that he was supposed to start getting ready for the party. Tyler rubbed his temples and walked towards the bathroom so that he could start getting ready. 

As he undressed, the actor could feel a little apprehension starting to seep into his bones about attending the party. The normally social Tyler Hoechlin, for some unknown reason, began to frown at the thought of being at a stuffy Halloween party that was going to be packed with people, wall to wall. The thought of being trapped in a room, shoulder to shoulder, with other people made Tyler shudder, and he began to think of reasons to bail. He thought that it was odd, but he chalked it up to his social battery just being abnormally low that night.

Still, Tyler told himself that he couldn’t just be a no-show. He’d promised his friend and previous costar, Dylan O’Brien, that he’d show up and the two could catch up over a drink.

Tyler could’ve sworn that his heart started to race in his chest for some reason, his limbs tingling with excitement. “What’s going on?” he mumbled to himself, confused as to why he seemed to be so giddy to see Dylan. “It’s just Stiles. I saw him last week…”

He coughed and cleared his throat, having no clue why he’d accidentally referred to Dylan as his old character, Stiles. Tyler shook it off and hopped into the shower. As he bathed, Tyler couldn’t seem to get Dylan out of his head.

“What is going on with me?” he asked himself, wondering why he couldn’t get the man’s dimples out of his mind. What was even weirder to the man was that his cock started to plump up, sticking straight out in front of him.

Tyler had never had a gay thought in his life, and despite seeing all of the Sterek fan art online, he’d never entertained the thought of him and Dylan together. Yet, for some unknown reason, the more he pictured his toned, mole-spotted body, his cock throbbed even harder.

“Fuck it,” Tyler grunted as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, pumping away.

Tyler was so lost in the pleasure that rippled throughout his body as he jerked off, bellowing out low moans the entire time. His free hand ran over his muscled chest, his fingers running through the thick pelt of chest hair—

“Wh-what?” Tyler grunted as he looked down, still playing with his throbbing cock as he stared down at his previously smooth chest. Despite having just shaved his pecs earlier that morning for some pictures as the smooth-chested Superman, Tyler’s chest was now covered in thick, black chest hair. The hairs covered his meaty pecs and ran down his stomach, connecting to his bush by a noticeable happy trail. “What the hell’s goin’ on?”

Tyler’s confusion was briefly forgotten when all of his large muscles tensed up, and his cock erupted with a spray of cum, shooting a large load against the linoleum of his shower. 

The stud was left panting, leaning against the other wall of the shower as he tried to catch his breath. Tyler ran a shaky hand through his wet hair, trying to piece together the fact that not only was his chest hairy, but he’d also just jerked off to another guy— one of his past costars at that.

“I guess Stiles is kinda cute,” he begrudgingly muttered, flinching for a second. “Um, I mean Dylan.”

Tyler finished up his shower and dried himself off in a daze, struggling to wrap his head around what was going on. He knew that something was up, but whenever he tried to concentrate on it, a new growing part of his brain told him not to worry about it. Even as he dried off his hairy chest, his panic that he knew should’ve been there was barely audible.

The actor was puzzling over it as he lumbered back to his bedroom to get dressed. He opted to grab a nice designer suit of out his closet, one that was supposed to make him look like 007. Yet, when Tyler pulled on the white button shirt, he huffed in irritation over how tight it felt.

“Damn it,” he grunted, unable to close the top four buttons of the shirt over his broad chest muscles. He tried his best to suck in his stomach in order to make himself smaller, but his fuzzy pecs were too large to fit into the tiny shirt. His wide back muscles were far too wide, and his biceps threatened to tear the expensive fabric to shreds. Tyler could’ve sworn that the shirt had fit him perfectly at the store, yet now it was at least two sizes too small for him.

With an annoyed huff, Tyler tossed the shirt to the floor and stomped over to his wardrobe to find something that would fit over his muscles. As he stared at the expensive clothes in his closet, Tyler couldn’t help but feel a large bubble of animosity start to form in his gut. The thought of parading around in such garish and over-priced threads was almost repulsive to him.

Without a second thought, Tyler hurried over to his dresser and yanked on a tight, gray tank top that barely fit over his large muscles. He pulled on some worn blue jeans that hugged his butt nicely. As the finishing piece, Tyler snatched a black leather jacket out of his closet and shrugged it on, feeling much more at home in it than he would some brand name suit.

Tyler paused to look at himself in the mirror before exiting his house, noting that he looked like he was wearing his usual outfit that his character Derek Hale wore on the set of Teen Wolf. He snickered and rolled his eyes, but then gasped.

“What the hell…?” his voice trailed off when he leaned in closer to the mirror, his eyes honing in on his teeth. As impossible as it seemed, Tyler could’ve sworn that his canines were bigger. They stood out much more prominently than the rest of his teeth, looking like the actor was wearing caps over them, trying to make them look larger and sharper. “I, uh, I guess these are supposed to be the sharper teeth… Shit!”

Tyler jerked back in surprise at the way his smooth, freshly shaven chin was now covered in a trimmed beard. The way his sideburns connected to it indicated that Tyler must’ve been growing out his facial hair over the course of a few days, maybe even weeks. However, he knew for a fact that he’d shaved his face not even an hour ago, letting him know that something was indeed wrong.

In disbelief, the hairier hunk grabbed at the hairs covering his chin, shocked that they were real and attached to him.

His heart began to race in his beefy chest, but he was quickly distracted when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Despite himself, Tyler snatched it out and glanced at the screen, his stomach doing flips when he read that it was a text from Stiles/Dylan.

Hey! I’m at the party! You’re coming, right? it read.

Tyler couldn’t ignore the giddy excitement that rippled through him, and he caught himself smiling like a goofball, his larger canines poking out of his mouth.

On my way, he responded, grabbing his keys and leaving his house. 

Tyler rushed over to his garage and opened the door, not even thinking twice before hopping into his black Camaro instead of his Tesla before he sped down the street towards the party, eager to see Stiles— or Dylan.

He floored the gas pedal as he rushed to the party, irritated when he hit a red light. Tyler groaned impatiently and rested his head against the headrest in irritation. His eyes glanced towards the rearview mirror, and Tyler gasped at what he saw.

He almost tore the rearview mirror off of its fixture as he leaned closer, seeing that his brow appeared much more prominent than it should’ve. That, and his eyebrows were missing for some reason. His ears had elongated, ending in points that protruded far off his head.

Tyler ran a disbelieving hand over his facial features, feeling ridiculous. He had just enough awareness to recall looking in the mirror on the set of Teen Wolf, seeing the same exact look whenever he was made up into Derek Hale’s beta form. Yet, he could feel the nerve endings whenever he touched his new canine ears, paling at what that indicated—

HONK! 

The car behind him blared its horn as the light turned green, snapping Tyler out of his panic.

Tyler just bared his teeth in the mirror and continued on his way. All of the cars on the road, the bright lights of the city, and the too poppy songs on the radio all seemed to get under the stud’s skin, and a firm scowl planted itself onto his handsome face.

It wasn’t long until Tyler pulled up in front of a large convention center that had a valet service up front. He stopped and got out of his Camaro, unable to hold back the intimidating snarl when he tossed the valet his keys.

“There better not be a scratch on it when I get back,” he muttered, noting the deeper quality to his voice. He cleared his throat as he walked up towards the entrance where a large bouncer stood, clipboard in hand.

“Name?” the bouncer asked.

“Derek Hale,” Tyler answered automatically, flinching and clearing his throat again. “Sorry about that, my name’s Der— er, Tyler Hoechlin.” He didn’t know why saying his name seemed like some Herculean feat, the actor having to clench his fists in order to get it out of his mouth.

The bouncer simply looked down at the list on the clipboard before nodding and ushering Tyler inside.

Tyler rubbed at his temples as he tried to piece together what was happening. However, the second he stepped foot inside, all of his senses appeared to have heightened as they were all assaulted at once. 

Tyler winced at the onslaught of stimuli: the lights in the room were far too bright and he had to nearly squint in order to adjust his sight; the music was blaring out of the speakers, blasting at a near deafening volume; and the stench of overpriced alcohol singed his nostrils, making him grimace. The stud was ready to about face until a familiar scent wafted by.

It took a few seconds for Tyler to realize that he’d been sniffing at the air like a search dog, blushing once he’d been made aware of the other celebrities eying him confusedly. Still, the familiar smell of curly fries alerted him to someone else’s presence, and he found himself barreling through the crowd towards the source.

Tyler’s gaze honed in on Stiles, the cute guy standing over by one of the tables. He was dressed in a suit that had a red coat that made Tyler’s heart flutter in his chest. Immediately, he felt his scowl starting to loosen up the slightest bit, and the more he approached, the quicker Tyler noticed the other guy talking to Stiles.

“Grrr…” Tyler growled out of instinct. As soon as the animalistic sound left his lips, the shocked stud slapped a hand over his mouth. He had no idea why he’d literally just growled like a dog, but once he looked back over at Stiles and the other man talking, he couldn’t prevent the sound from uttering from his lips once more, his large chest vibrating from the noise.

Stiles picked up on the noise and looked over in his direction, smiling and waving him over. “Hey!” he called.

Tyler ceased growling and couldn’t prevent the wide smile from growing on his face as he hurried over to his boyfriend— or past costar. As Tyler was trying to figure out why he was so eager to see the other guy, he wasn’t even aware of the fact that he wrapped a possessive arm around Stiles’s waist, pulling the smaller guy closer into him.

Stiles turned to the other man. “Jeff, you remember Derek, right?” he asked before furrowing his brow in confusion.

The other guy just looked over at Tyler and nodded. “I sure do,” he grinned, holding out his hand for Derek to shake. 

At first, the werewolf just sneered at the other man’s hand, jealousy still coursing through his veins. However, after a slight nudge from Stiles, Derek begrudgingly took it and squeezed it tightly, enjoying the slight wincing from the other man. “Nice to meet you,” he grunted.

Jeff didn’t look too fazed. “As I was telling Dylan, er, Stiles over here,” he said, “I was hoping to hear more about your stories in Beacon Hills. I’m with a large production company that would love to—”

“Not interested,” Derek interrupted, having absolutely zero desire to have his pack’s business advertised in any manner. He was as anti-social as they came, and the idea of talking to some big shot production guy made his headache grow.

Jeff frowned. “…yeah, I guess I did write him like this…”

Derek ignored that, and instead held on tightly to Stiles as he led him out of the crowd of people and towards the exit. They left the convention center and handed the valet the ticket.

“Der,” Stiles piped up, looking just as confused as he was, “um, how the hell did we get in LA?”

Derek’s brow furrowed too as he scratched at the back of his head. He felt like something was wrong, hearing some quiet voice in the back of his head that said that he wasn’t an alpha werewolf. For a brief second, his hairy muscles felt far too big and he wondered why he was so turned on by another man. However, the voice was immediately silenced when Stiles interlocked his fingers with his.

“No fuckin’ clue,” Derek finally said, shaking his head as he took the keys back from the valet. He and Stiles got into the Camaro, and Derek sped down the street back towards Beacon Hills. 

The alpha werewolf rested his arm around the headrest of Stiles’s seat, the motion making his large biceps stretch his leather jacket slightly. Stiles leaned in closer to him, resting his head on his broad shoulder. Derek couldn’t help but puff out his hairy chest with pride, his inner wolf howling with content.

Derek Hale smiled widely, absolutely loving his life.

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constellations in the dark (3930 words) by Winchesterek Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Derek Hale & Kira Yukimura Friendship, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers Summary: After 10 years, Stiles and Derek see each other in Beacon Hills again. Also for @sterekbingo, @sterekweekly, @sterekmonthly

The last thing that Stiles thought he’d be on Valentine’s Day was alone. Of course, Lydia managed to get a date which meant their best friend night celebrating unattached drifters Christmas that they didn't participate in fell through. He sighed and glanced at his phone, where the usual texts from his friends littered his notifications. Really, he didn't need their pity. All of his friends either were in a relationship or they had dates.

Stiles closed out of his notifications and ran his hands over his face. All he wanted to do was veg out and eat and watch sappy movies, which meant that he probably shouldn’t. He reluctantly got off the couch and changed into normal clothes, then grabbed his cell phone, keys, and wallet before heading out.

He may not have a date, but coffee sounded pretty good right now. Living in downtown Beacon Hills had its perks. One of them was that Stiles didn't need to drive everywhere. Not that he didn't love his Jeep, he did, but with how much it cost to fill his tank these days he could go for a walk instead. Using it to go to and from work was about as much as he used it now.

Stiles walked a couple of blocks to the little coffee shop he frequented and opened the door, the bell tinkling as he walked inside. He ordered his usual, a honey almond milk flat white, which he refused to tell anyone about, and then heard a squeal behind him. Stiles sighed and closed his eyes.

”Stiles!” came the chipper voice. “Oh my god!”

The last thing that Stiles wanted to deal with right now was enthusiastic positivity. No matter how much he loved Kira.

He turned around and smiled at her as she threw herself into his arms and hugged him. “Hey, Kira. How’s it been?”

”Oh, you know. I’ve just been traveling. I’m here visiting my parents. It’s been so long!” Stiles forgot how pretty she was. It had been years since he’d seen her in person, but they followed each other on social media so he knew all about her travels.

Stiles had really been the only one who came back to Beacon Hills after he’d graduated college. Then again, he couldn't say he hated his job down at the police station. He was a deputy, but he was pretty sure he would be a shoo-in for Sheriff the next time the position was open. He just needed to throw his name into the hat for it.

Kira continued to chatter, which gave Stiles time to think about what exactly he was going to say to her. Not that he was really listening to what she was saying anymore as his mind drifted. Before he could form a response, a familiar figure walked up behind Kira.

Dark hair, broad shoulders, and a thick beard paired with kaleidoscope eyes that were exactly how Stiles remembered them. Although, Derek had a little bit of gray in his beard now.

”Derek,” Stiles said, unsure if he could control his surprise. Derek looked just as shocked as Stiles felt.

“Stiles,” was Derek’s short response. They locked eyes and Stiles had so many questions, like he always did when it came to Derek. How was he? Where had he been for the last ten years? Because it had been at least ten years since he’d seen Derek when he left for college.

Stiles was 28 now. Derek was almost 34, since his birthday was at the end of the year on Christmas Day. And he felt like he was 17 all over again, with his chest tight and his heart squeezing with unshared emotions. After all, Stiles had fallen in love with Derek that summer they spent together looking for Erica and Boyd, when he tried to help him look for the Alpha pack. Then they’d saved their lives. It was a summer that Stiles would never forget.

It felt like so long ago and only yesterday at the same time.

”I—uh, how have you been?” Stiles asked, clearing his voice.

”Good.” Derek nodded, pushing his hands into his leather jacket. “Traveling.”

Oh. So, then, he was traveling with Kira? Stiles looked between the two and Kira gave Stiles a sheepish look. They couldn't possibly be dating, could they? Stiles frowned in response, then raised his hand to rub it over his face. Hopefully to wipe the look off he was sure was still fighting for purchase. One of jealousy and confusion and pain.

Stiles dropped his hand to his side and heard his name called at the counter for his coffee. He breathed deeply and glanced at the barista, then back at Kira and Derek. “Well, it was good seeing you two. My coffee is ready.”

”Wait—Stiles. We should get together sometime this week. I’ll be here for a few days,” Kira said as he stepped backward.

”Yeah, sure. Text me.”

Both of them knew that they’d never hang out again this week, much less text each other. It was a pattern all of his friends he didn't keep in contact with on a daily basis had. The promise of more, with none of the follow through.

At that, Stiles retreated and grabbed his coffee, then fled as quickly as he could. The last thing he wanted Derek to see was how much seeing him had affected him.

***

Stiles stared at his phone and clicked on his contacts. The only person he wanted to call right now was Lydia, because he wanted to tell her about Derek, but she wouldn’t have the answers that he needed. He sighed and scrolled through his contacts, landing on the only name that would know all the details from the last ten years. They didn't talk often, but they were still friends. Erica was just really busy working and making bank. Stiles couldn't blame her though. She had moved to New York shortly after graduating from BHHS.

He poked her name with his finger on the screen and tapped the speaker button.

“Stiles?” Erica’s sharp voice answered. “Is the world ending again?”

Stiles laughed. Of course. He couldn't really blame her since life in Beacon Hills was basically one disaster after another. Erica’s life had been pretty calm once she got out of this hell hole.

“Uh, no. Well, not for the world, anyway. Now my personal life, there could be an argument made there,” he replied with a chuckle.

”Well that was a disaster before we graduated high school and hasn’t really made a comeback since.” Erica snickered and he could hear the sound of a keyboard clacking across the line.

Well, she wasn't wrong. Stiles had never really dated anyone since his and Lydia’s romantic relationship had fallen apart, despite them remaining best friends.

”And that is by design,” Stiles replied, joking, but really, it probably was. He hadn’t really cared to date anyone after he’d tried so hard to be in love with Lydia more than just being best friends when he was really in love with Derek. Something that he’d told himself he’d never confess. But he’d told Lydia, which was why they’d broken up.

”Sure,” Erica replied with another laugh. “You keep telling yourself that.”

”Why are we even friends?” Stiles asked, sounding overly offended.

”Because I’m the only one that tells you how it is.”

Stiles thought about and that was a fair assumption.

”Which is why I called you in the first place.” Stiles paused, fingering the hem of his jeans. “So…I—uh, ran into Kira and Derek in town.”

Erica didn't respond, but the clacking on the other end stopped.

”In Beacon Hills?” She finally asked.

”Yeah…where the hell else would I be?” Stiles asked with a little bite in his voice.

”I wasn't sure if you’d finally decided to take that trip to Italy we talked about a few years ago. Sue me.”

Stiles sighed. “I’m sorry…I guess I’m just a little surprised and well, frustrated with the whole thing. I mean, he showed up with Kira so I was wondering—“

Erica barked a laugh. “Don't tell me you’re letting your mind overwork itself over that. Please, they’re just friends. You really think Kira would put up with Derek’s moody ass?”

”Maybe?” Stiles didn't really know what their relationship was, which was why he was calling Erica to find out. “I guess I thought—“

”No. They’re not dating. They never have and they never will. I mean, Derek’s kinda over the whole chick thing. I can’t remember the last time he even hooked up with a woman…or anyone, actually. He’s been celibate for a long time. With his relationship record, who could blame him?”

Erica did have a point. Derek had the worst luck when it came to relationships. At least the ones that Stiles knew about.

He hated that he felt relieved over Erica’s confirmation that Derek hadn’t dated anyone in a long time, though. Then again, if he’d decided to swear off people altogether, Stiles didn't have a chance. But did he really ever have one?

”Thanks, Erica.”

”No problem. I have to run, though. Text me”!

Before Stiles could reply, Erica disconnected, leaving Stiles in silence.

At least he knew Derek wasn't dating anyone now.

***

Derek’s phone buzzed and he frowned, pulling out of his pocket and staring at the notification.

There was a text message from Stiles.

Stiles.

Stiles who he hadn’t seen since he’d left for the academy. Derek thought Stiles had left Beacon Hills behind forever, but he guessed he’d been wrong about that. Stiles was the last person Derek ever thought he’d run into again. Especially here.

He’d kept track of Stiles for a few years when he’d been in Virginia, but after a while, it only hurt him because he didn't talk to Stiles. So, Derek decided he’d focus on himself instead. He’d finally worked on healing after all these years, traveling and finding himself again. Reinventing himself, mostly, and deciding what his life would be like without Beacon Hills and his family.

He was largely an Omega now, his pack having gone their own ways and living their lives, but he was happy for them and their success. What mattered was that they were alive to do so. That was the only thing that mattered to Derek.

He drew in a deep breath and opened the message. Derek stared at it, confused. All it said was Hey.

He frowned and tried to read into it, but he had no idea what hey meant.

He sighed and typed hi back. Three little dots came up on the screen and he waited. They stopped. Then started again, then stopped. Derek glared at the wiggling dots when they came up again, willing Stiles to just send the damn text already.

As if on cue, Stiles replied: Wanna meet up?

Stiles wanted to meet up. To talk? To….what?

“Hey,” Kira said as she walked into the room, looking comfortable in her pajamas as she sat across from Derek on the other couch. “Your face is speaking.”

Derek glared at her with his grumpy eyebrows and sighed. “Stiles texted me.”

”Oh?” Kira looked interested, as if she’d expected Stiles to text her instead of Derek. “What did he say?”

”He said he wants to meet up.” Derek stared at the message, not having responded yet.

Kira was quiet for a moment, watching Derek. “So…are you going to meet up with him?”

Derek wasn't sure how to answer that question. He wanted to meet up with Stiles, but he wasn't sure how well he’d take it, especially if Stiles just wanted to actually chat and hang out. Derek refused to let anyone other than Kira know that he held a flame for Stiles for so long. Since that summer they’d spent together looking for Erica and Boyd.

If he were honest with himself, he’d had feelings for Stiles before then, but he hadn’t really realized them until he’d spent all summer with Stiles. Not only had they researched and looked for his pack, but they’d hung out and watched movies…they did things that friends and couples did. Things that Derek had never really done in any relationship he’d had before, or after, then.

But Stiles had been seventeen. There was no way that Derek would let Stiles know he had feelings for him. He didn't want to take advantage of him. Plus, he doubted Stiles had more than brief horny-teenage-boy feelings for him anyway. After all, he’d ended up dating his cousin and Lydia at one point.

”I don't know…” he finally answered Kira.

Kira paused before she said, “I think you should. Even if it’s just for closure…”

Derek glanced at her and then back at the phone before taking a deep breath and texting Stiles back.

Derek: Meet you at our spot in the preserve?

Their spot. He wondered if Stiles would remember.

Stiles: When?

Derek: Two hours.

Stiles: I’ll be there.

“I guess I’m meeting him in two hours…” Derek locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket.

He might as well go there now before he decided against seeing Stiles again. Alone this time.

“I’ll see you later,” he told Kira before standing and heading out of their hotel room before she could say anything.

***

Stiles rubbed his hands together as the chilly weather made his fingertips cold. He wasn't even sure why he asked to meet Derek, other than he wanted to look into his eyes one last time in case he never saw him again.

He really hoped that never happened. Stiles wanted so much more than one last meeting before Derek disappeared back to wherever he’d come from.

Stiles could barely see as he walked through the preserve to the lookout point he and Derek frequented that one summer together. It had to be the spot Derek was talking about, because he sure wasn't talking about the old Hale house.

When he reached the spot, he could feel Derek before he could see him. That familiar warmth Derek always gave him and the hairs on the back of his neck standing as if his body knew a predator was watching him.

“I wasn't sure you’d come,” Stiles said as Derek stepped from the shadows.

“I wasn't sure I was showing up either, so I’ve been here for a couple of hours,” Derek admitted. “I’m already here so I might as well stay.”

Stiles chuckled. “Valid argument.”

He looked Derek over slowly, studying the lethal lines of his body, the broad set of his shoulders, how Derek held himself confidently, and that little speck of gray in his beard that Stiles was a little obsessed with.

“So…” Derek started, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Well, I thought maybe we could get a coffee, but we’re a little far out for that right now,” Stiles teased. He couldn't help himself. It was his default in most situations.

“Well…there could always be a next time.” The way Derek said it was hesitant and unsure, but it sent a flutter through Stiles’ chest at the potential for more.

“I thought you were traveling?” Stiles asked, kicking himself for not just saying yes, whatever Derek wanted was what he’d do.

“I could…stay, for a bit. I don't have any immediate plans,” Derek assured him, his eyes locking with Stiles’.

“Kira?”

“She can travel alone for a bit. We don't always travel together. We just met up in France because we were both there at the same time.” Derek shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh.” Well, that wasn't something Stiles really expected to hear. One, that Derek and Kira didn't travel together all the time, and two, Derek offering to stay. For him.

“I mean—I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.” Stiles stepped closer, taking a steadying breath. “I was hoping…we could see more of each other. At least, until you decide to leave again.”

Derek was quiet as Stiles closed the space between them and he stood in front of Derek, a mere few inches separating their bodies.

“Okay…” Derek replied with a nod.

“Okay…” Stiles said with a smile. “So… constellations?” His smile grew as Derek’s did and he chuckled as Derek nodded.

They both walked to the ledge and sat together on a large rock, staring up into the night sky. They looked for constellations, pointing them out and naming them, their voices but a whisper in the darkness.

Stiles knew he’d stay here forever if Derek let him. If Derek wanted him. He knew he’d do anything to keep him just the same.

***

Stiles smiled at his phone, checking his messages and chuckling at the memes Derek sent him. It was a thing they’d started during the last month of Derek’s extended stay in Beacon Hills. Stiles pushed his phone into his pocket and focused on the files in front of him.

Minutes became hours and before Stiles knew it, there was a knock on his door. He looked up to see Derek there, which made his heart skip a beat. It was the first time Derek had come to the station to see him at work and the first time Derek would see him in his deputy uniform.

“Derek.” He put the folder in his hand down and smiled.

“I thought it would be a nice surprise to show up at the end of your shift and take you out to eat,” Derek replied where he was leaning against the doorframe. Stiles’ eyes traveled over Derek’s body from head to toe, knowing that Derek could hear his heart flutter.

“I could eat.” Stiles grinned and pushed away from his desk before standing and stretching, turning to face Derek. “But, I was actually hoping we could stay in. I—uh, bought some stuff so we could make dinner together. How does that sound?”

“I’m up for whatever you want to do, as long as there is food,” Derek replied with a chuckle. “So, what are we making?”

“I thought we could make homemade pizza.” Stiles grabbed his jacket and shrugged it on.

“I don't think I’ve ever had homemade pizza…” Derek looked at him dubiously and Stiles laughed.

“Well, it’s taken me a long time to learn how to throw the dough. I’m pretty good at it now, but there were plenty of disasters and plenty of sacrifices made for that skill.” When Derek smiled, it reached his eyes and Stiles wanted to kiss him stupidly when he looked like that. He managed to refrain as he walked up to Derek, who was still leaning against the doorframe.

The faint hint of sandalwood and earth filled Stiles’ lungs. A scent that was uniquely Derek which Stiles longed for the more Derek was away from him. “So, you ready to head home for some homemade pizza?”

“I’m going wherever you’re going,” Derek said softly, not moving away as Stiles stayed in his space. It made Stiles’ heart flutter, even though he knew it was only his home and not their home. But Derek never corrected him.

After a few more moments, Derek added, “After you,” and reluctantly stepped back to give Stiles room to walk through the doorway.

Stiles nodded, stepping through the threshold, and led the way out of the police station.

Right.

Pizza.

***

The night had been partially a hilarious disaster and a success at the same time. Stiles tried to teach Derek how to throw the pizza dough and they’d made a mess, but Stiles saved the night by making a pizza for them. He let Derek put the toppings on in the end since Derek lacked the coordination to throw a pizza crust.

It had entertained Stiles more than it should have. He smiled as he sipped his wine. He didn't often indulge in it, but tonight was special. Or, at least, that had been Stiles’ plan.

“So…what did you think?” he asked, setting his glass on the counter and leaning back against it.

“I think your pizza was amazing. Much better than the one I didn't make.” Derek laughed. “Please tell no one.”

“Oh, that’s blackmail material for years to come,” Stiles teased, laughing as Derek walked closer and set his wine glass next to his, causing Derek to lean into Stiles’ space. Stiles reached out to grip Derek’s jacket, letting his fingers run along the zipper, keeping Derek close to him.

Derek didn't speak. If anything, it looked like he was holding his breath as much as Stiles was. This was it. This was the moment. It was either happening now or never again.

Stiles let his hand drop from Derek’s jacket, but only to press against his shirt over his abdomen. His breaths came shallower as his eyes met Derek’s and before Stiles could say anything, Derek was leaning in and closing the space between them.

Stiles melted when Derek’s lips pressed against his, one of Stiles’ hands moving to grip the back of Derek’s neck as Derek’s hands found Stiles’ hips. He moaned as he licked into Derek’s mouth, their tongues tangling together. It made Stiles’ skin burn for more, even as they broke from the kiss to breathe and Stiles leaned his forehead against Derek’s.

“Stiles—”

“Don't—” Stiles said softly. “I know you’ll eventually leave, but you’re here now… so be here with me,” he whispered against Derek’s lips. “Stay with me…”

Derek didn't say anything, kissing Stiles again instead. Stiles closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he wrapped his arms around Derek, lifting himself as he felt Derek’s hands on his ass and then the back of his thighs. He wrapped his legs around Derek, moaning softly against his lips.

“Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” Stiles breathed between kisses.

He kissed Derek’s neck and shoulder as Derek carried him to his bedroom, impressed that Derek managed to open the door without letting go of him too much.

Stiles laughed as they made it to the bed and Derek dumped him into it, pressing him against the mattress as Derek’s lips found Stiles’ again. His hands moved to push Derek’s jacket off, both of them letting it fall somewhere on the floor before Stiles’ hands moved under Derek’s shirt, fingers exploring.

“God, Stiles…I’ve—” Derek started, groaning softly as Stiles nipped his bottom lip. “You’re going to kill me.”

“No dying,” Stiles replied with a grin. “If it was my choice you’d be safe with me forever.”

Stiles’ stomach felt like it was twisted into knots at his confession as Derek’s kisses slowed and he pulled away just enough to meet Sties’ eyes.

“How long is forever?” Derek asked, as if he didn't believe Stiles.

Stiles cupped Derek’s face, smoothing his thumb over Derek’s bearded cheek. “However long you want it to be. I want you, here, with me. I know I should have said something sooner…years ago. I just—”

Derek’s hand moved to rest on Stiles’ against his face. “I know. Me too,” Derek assured him. “But I’ll stay as long as you want me…”

“I never want you to leave,” Stiles confessed, kissing Derek softly. “Please, Derek.”

“Then I won't,” Derek promised.

It had taken them ten years, but Stiles always felt like he was with Derek, searching for constellations in the dark. He’d been waiting, just as long as Derek had, for this moment.

And Stiles knew they’d never let each other go again.

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 21

Word Count: 4.3K Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: oof, I need some more practice writing fight scenes

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She couldn’t believe her eyes. After weeks of no contact and near disappearance, Derek stood before (Y/N) as though nothing had happened.

Probably because he wasn’t there to see her, nor had he been expecting to find her in the boys’ locker room after the match.

Derek cleared his throat as he broke his gaze from (Y/N)’s, regaining his stoic composure. “We need to talk,” he stated firmly.

“All of us,” a man said as he appeared behind the alpha.

“Holy shit,” Scott murmured under his breath. “What the hell is this?”

(Y/N) and Isaac exchanged confused glances. They had never seen that man before, but it seemed they were the only ones baffled by the new character. There was something odd and dangerous about him that much they could ascertain. But there was more to him. There always was.

“You know,” Derek sighed. “I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff’s station.”

“Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom,” Scott defended himself. “And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?”

“I’m gonna go with Scott on this one,” the mystery man agreed. “Have you seen his mom? She’s gorgeous.”

The devious line was met with a chorused “Shut up,” but it still didn’t explain who he was or what he was doing there with Derek.

“Hate to interrupt the amusing banter,” (Y/N) interjected, “but who is this guy?”

“He’s Peter,” Scott said. “Derek’s uncle. A little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slit his throat.”

The words fell heavy upon the girl. Scott had told her about their run-in with the man, but he’d left a particular detail out. She knew he had terrorized Scott and the group; she knew he had perished in the fight, but she didn’t know Derek had been the one to land the final blow. Yet, Peter was there. Alive and well, and seemingly unbothered by the fact that his nephew had murdered him.

“So, we got necromancers in Beacon Hills now?” (Y/N) blurted. “How is he alive?”

“Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson and maybe how to save him.”

“Well, that’s very helpful,” Isaac muttered, “but Jackson’s dead.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” Scott answered Derek, “Jackson’s dead. It just happened on the field.”

“If I can put in my two cents here, I’m pretty sure something else is going on,” (Y/N) declared. “Gerard wouldn’t let his prize possession just die. It makes no sense.”

“I’m afraid the girl is right,” Peter said. “If Jackson is dead, it’s because Gerard wanted it to happen.”

Before the conversation could continue, (Y/N)’s phone rang, startling everyone in the room. She quickly excused herself, noting her uncle’s name lighting up her screen. It had been weeks since he had reached out to her. The family was at odds. That much was true. And it was almost certain that Allison had poisoned the well against her. But that wasn’t a night to ignore calls or have petty arguments. They all had a common enemy, even if they didn’t want to work together to stop him.

“Uncle Chris?” she asked as soon as the call connected. “Is everything okay?”

“You need to get here now,” he whispered. “It’s your friends.”

“My friends? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t have much time, (Y/N). Erica, Boyd, and Stiles are here,” he said. “I need you to get them out of the basement while I distract dad. Your dad is already on his way here to help you, but we need you, too.”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap?”

“Because I’m risking losing my daughter to Gerard by calling you,” Chris stated. “I need you to trust me, kid. Please. Your friends need you.”

“Alright, I’ll be there,” (Y/N) conceded.

“Hurry, (Y/N).”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” (Y/N) hurried back into the room as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket, turning the heads of the four people in the room. “I’ve, uh, gotta go.”

“Right now?” Isaac worried. “Where?”

“I’ve just gotta go, okay?” she said before her eyes fell on Scott. “Keep me updated. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy nodded. “Keep an eye out for your phone.”

“I will. Be careful, guys. We’re in for it tonight.”

“You be careful, too,” Scott reciprocated.

Her eyes fell on Derek before she inevitably turned to run to her bike. She couldn’t seem to shake the worried look in his eyes as they met, a concern she didn’t know he still had for her. The words he had thrown her way had cut deep, slicing into her chest deeply. He had known exactly what to say to push her away and keep her there, using her fears to cement their end. But something in his eyes that night told her a different story, one that wasn’t finished yet.

But (Y/N) didn’t have time to question things unsaid as she sped through the streets of Beacon Hills. There were more pressing issues than the complicated workings of the heart. Her friends were in danger, and she had to do everything in her power to get them out.

She parked her bike three houses over, making sure to kill her engine before she was in earshot. Her phone buzzed with a message from her uncle, telling her to sneak around the back directly into the basement. The door was already open when she got there, allowing her a swift entry into the home.

Upstairs, she could hear her uncle and her cousin talking, and she could barely recognize Allison. She sounded cold, aggressive, nothing like the cousin she knew and loved. But she couldn’t worry about Allison at the moment. Not when Gerard was about to cross her path.

(Y/N) ducked behind the first door she found, hoping that her grandfather didn’t turn his head at the last second and catch her. Yet the man’s retreating figure wasn’t what startled her. As she closed the pantry door in front of her, her back pressed against a person. Instinctively, she drew her elbow back, colliding with someone’s stomach.

“Dad?” She whispered as the man hunched over in pain. “What’re you doing in here?”

“Hiding from your grandfather,” he grumbled. “Didn’t think I’d be attacked in here.”

“Well, next time, don’t hide in a small, dark room,” she shrugged. “But Gerard’s gone. We can head to the basement now.”

“Great,” he groaned. “He couldn’t have left a minute earlier?”

“Let’s just go, dad.”

The duo sneaked toward the basement door, careful not to announce themselves to the other blood-hungry Argent. But nothing could prepare them for the sight before them. Stiles had been beaten unconscious in front of a tied-up Boyd and Erica. The wolves were sequestered by their arms to the ceiling, their mouths covered with tape to keep them from screaming. It was something out of a horror movie.

“You wake him up while I untie these guys,” Henry said. “We’ve gotta get them out quick.”

(Y/N) dropped to the ground, finding Stiles’ steady pulse before she attempted to shake him awake. Half of his face was scattered with scrapes and slowly forming bruises, accompanied by a busted and swollen lip. There was no reason for him to have been hurt, but she was sure Gerard wanted a good enough distraction to cloud Scott’s mind.

“Stiles,” she said for the fifth time. “You’ve gotta wake up.”

“Slap him,” Erica offered hoarsely. “He’s been down for a while.”

“Or use this water bottle,” her father offered. “Might work the same way.”

“I like that idea better.” (Y/N) took the bottle from Henry’s hand, spilling it all over the boy’s face. Seconds later, the boy spluttered awake, choking slightly on the water that went up his nose. “Hey, welcome back.”

“(Y/N),” he croaked out. “You’ve gotta get out of here. Your grandpa…”

“Don’t worry about him,” she said. “Can you walk?”

“Uh, yeah,” he blubbered. “He mostly got my face.”

“Okay, listen to me. Take my bike to your house. Your dad’s worried sick,” she instructed as she handed him her keys. “Rest up and put some ice on your face. It’s gonna hurt for a while.”

“But I… I wanna help.”

“You can help by staying alive,” (Y/N) replied. “I’ll have Scott fill you in when he can. But right now, you’ve gotta go home. My bike is parked by the third house to the right.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Thanks, (Y/N).”

“Just be careful out there, okay?”

“Yeah.”

The boy disappeared out of the basement as her father finished cutting Boyd down. He ripped the tape off his mouth, quickly checking on Erica. Something (Y/N) quickly made a note of. She knew they had grown close the past few months, but she hadn’t noticed just how close. His hands remained on the small of Erica’s back as Henry led them quietly out of the house and to the backyard, There was definitely something there worth exploring. Just at a later time.

(Y/N) put a pin on her observation and kept an eye on Allison’s room, knowing sooner or later, she’d have to go to bed. An afternoon of hunting would leave anyone tired.

A minute later, the lights in her room turned off, and the backlights flashed twice. “Okay, guys,” she announced, turning to the wolves. “I’m gonna need you to cut through the woods and head to my house. You need time to recover, and we can come up with a plan for you after everything’s finished. There’s a spare key inside the bird bath in the backyard. Get in and lock yourselves in my room, and do not open the door for anyone but me, okay?”

“Wish we had taken that offer last week,” Boyd chuckled. “Thank you both. I hope one day we can repay this kindness.”

“Just stay alive, kid,” Henry smiled. “Help yourselves to anything in the kitchen. My wife was called out for the night, so you should be able to at least get some food before locking down for the night.”

“Thank you, Mr. Argent.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he smiled. “I’m just sorry that anyone in my family would do anything to you kids. No one deserves this.”

“Guys, you’ve gotta go,” (Y/N) interjected. “Go straight to the house. Don’t stop for anything or anyone.”

The Argents waited until they couldn’t see the teens through the trees before heading to the garage as Chris had instructed. There, he was already waiting in his van, ready for the next instructions.

“Where is Scott right now?” Chris asked as he sped down the street.

“Last he texted, he and Isaac were on their way to the hospital to check on Jackson,” (Y/N) answered, tentative with her words. Her uncle seemed to be on their side, but she could never be too sure. “Apparently, Jackson is not actually dead; he is forming a cocoon around him. Sounds to me like the Kanima is transforming.”

“I’ve gotta ask Chris,” Henry interjected, “you’ve been dad’s right hand all these years. What’s changed?”

“Allison,” he answered, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. “Gerard is twisting her mind just like he did to Kate. I don’t like what he’s doing to her.”

“If only someone had told you that the old man was a bit twisted,” the older Argent huffed. “We would have saved ourselves many headaches.”

“It really isn’t the time for ‘I told you so’s,” Chris sighed. “I know I should have listened to you, but I truly thought we were doing a good thing.”

“You were chasing innocent teenagers around just because they’re werewolves,” (Y/N) argued. “How is that a good thing?”

“I won’t say our view has been misguided for some time,” the man said. “But the hunters lost their way somewhere along the line, and I won’t let that happen to my daughter.” 

The only thing they had was trust, and they had to blindly walk into unknown waters if they wanted everything to end with the least amount of bloodshed. Henry and (Y/N) chose to trust Chris because, at that moment, he was the only one willing to help.

Isaac and Scott weren’t as easy to convince when Chris was the one to step out of the SUV first. They had no reason to believe that the man who had spent the last year with his eyes on them had suddenly had a change of heart. But once they had (Y/N)’s vote of confidence, they felt inclined to join him. In the end, he was right. The car was faster, and they only had so little time.

“I don’t like sitting next to Jackson,” (Y/N) muttered as the body bag wriggled next to her. She had changed spots with Scott to allow the boy to instruct Chris where they were going. “He keeps twitching.”

“Well, you’re the only one here we know his venom won’t work on,” Isaac whispered. “But for what is worth, I don’t think he’ll wake up any time soon.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Suddenly, a string of slime touched her arm, and all she could do was gag and wipe it on the car’s seat. “Any way we could go a bit faster?”

“No need,” Scott said. “We’re here.”

The car rolled to a stop somewhere in the warehouse district, but no Derek in sight, leaving everyone dumbfounded. But clearly, what he wanted was a grand entrance. He zoomed toward them at a supernatural speed, propelling himself with his arms and feet before coming to a stop with a front flip. If anyone asked (Y/N), she would have said there was no time for theatrics.

No one asked her.

“Why is he here?” Derek asked (Y/N), pointing at Chris. “Already turned sides?”

“He’s here for Jackson,” she spat at his unnecessary comment. “You should know a bit about people suddenly changing sides.”

“Let’s just get him inside,” he said. “That’s what we’re here for.”

Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe he didn’t care about her at all.  

Chris drove the SUV into the garage Derek instructed to, and the rest of the people were walking behind him. Anger and adrenaline bubbled in (Y/N)’s veins, aching for some kind of release. The first person who stood in her way would be getting a punch. It didn’t matter if they were on the same side or not.

“Where are they?” Scott asked once he and Isaac had pulled Jackson onto the floor.

“Who?”

“Peter and Lydia,” the boy replied.

Instead of answering, Derek simply walked toward the body bag, crouching to reveal the transforming boy even as Scott tried to stop him. If there was no Lydia, it could only mean that he was ready to go through his very first plan. And no one but Peter would allow him to do that.

“Think about it, Scott,” the alpha offered. “Gerard controls him now. He’s turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful.”

“No,” Chris denied. “No, he wouldn’t do that.”

“If Jackson’s a dog, he’s turning rabid,” Henry agreed with his brother. “And our father would never let a rabid dog live.”

“Of course not,” Gerard’s voice rang out from beside them, making their heads snap in his direction. “Something that dangerous, that out of control… is better off dead.”

Gerard was lying through his teeth; (Y/N) could see that, and she couldn’t understand how no one else but Scott could.

Thinking it was safe, Derek set off to do what he had come for. He stuck his claws out and went to deliver a killing strike to the unconscious Kanime. But at that very moment, Jackson’s eyes flew open, and he sank his nails into the man’s chest, lifting him in the air as though he weighed nothing more than a doll before sending him flying across the room.

“Well done to the last, Scott,” Gerard smirked. “Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn’t realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.”

Out of nowhere, an arrow came flying through the air faster than any human eye could perceive. But Scott was fast, and he ducked out of the way before it could pierce him. Isaac did not have that same luck. It sent him stumbling backward as it pierced through his chest, leaving him in pain as he failed to remove it.

(Y/N) was quick to wrap her arms around his shoulders, getting her friend out of the way before any more damage could be done to him. At the same time, Chris and Henry did not waste any time emptying their gun clips on Jackson, buying time for the werewolves to recover. Even if all they could get was a few seconds before the Kanima swiped their weapons from their hands.

“This is gonna hurt,” (Y/N) whispered to Isaac as she wrapped her hand around the arrow. “Don’t take it out on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groaned. “Just do it.”

He let out a loud growl as she pulled with all of her strength, snagging his skin in the process and somehow her own leg. But all he needed was a couple of seconds for the pain to subside and the wound to close, allowing his wolf form to shine through. (Y/N), on the other hand, had to endure the sting running through her silently.

There was no time to check if she was okay as Isaac, Scott, and Derek all went against the fully transformed Kanime, each trying their best to deliver a debilitating blow. They slashed and bit, punched and kicked, but he was simply too strong.

As they approached him, Jackson threw each of them around, slinging them farther than the last. Derek was the last one to face him, ending with a set of claws lodged in his abdomen. (Y/N) noticed it had been a weakening hit and was moving to help him until, at her side, she heard the sound of skin being slashed.

As the beta stood to help his leader, Allison appeared in front of him, cutting away at the front of his body before digging her blades into his back. Derek could wait, (Y/N) thought. Even if she knew that Allison’s sights were set on the wounded alpha, the other Argent girl thought she needed a bit of her own medicine.

(Y/N) ran toward her before the dark-haired girl could think twice, landing a crunching jab to her cousin’s face. She fell to the ground for a second as she spat out the blood that pooled in her mouth, but her determination was stronger than the pain. Not caring that she was family, Allison dug one of her knives into her cousin’s leg and the other on her shoulder, rendering her useless to continue the fight. All she could see was Derek. All she wanted was revenge.

She was so close she could taste it. Derek’s life was only a few steps away.

But that wasn’t part of Gerard’s plan.

Suddenly, the Kanima appeared behind her, wrapping one hand around her wrist and the other around her neck.

The look of surprise and fear on her face would have been delicious to witness if pain and concern had not been running through (Y/N)’s body. But, even if she wanted to help her cousin, she couldn’t move more than a few steps at a time.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Gerard exclaimed as he appeared from the shadows.

“What’re you doing?” Allison worried. It was clear she had not expected her now beloved grandfather to betray her, not when he had been the one to mold her the way she was.

“He’s doing what he came here to do,” Scott answered.

“Then you know.” Gerard’s mouth stretched in an amused smile, knowing his secret couldn’t stay hidden around so many supernaturals. “It was the night outside the hospital, wasn’t it? When I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn’t you?”

“He’s dying,” Isaac said as he helped (Y/N) to her feet.

“I am,” the older man confirmed. “I have been for a while. Unfortunately, science doesn’t have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does.”

It didn’t take much for anyone to connect the dots of what Gerard was trying to do. They were simply surprised about the lengths he would go through to get what he wanted. Using his own granddaughter to twist Scott’s hand into doing his bidding was diabolical, but it was nothing short of what a desperate man would do for a chance at salvation.

“When it comes to survival,” Gerard exclaimed, “I’d kill my own sons!”

With no more instruction than his name, Scott did what he knew he had to do. With Derek wounded, he was able to drag him to his feet to face the older man. Even though he fought his grip, at that moment, the alpha was no match for Scott.

(Y/N) winced as Derek attempted to reason with Scott, knowing if Gerard turned into a wolf, he’d simply kill him afterward. The man wanted power and health the most, and there was nothing more powerful than an alpha.

“He knows the ultimate prize is Allison,” Gerard boasted. “Do this small task for me and they can be together. You are the only piece that doesn’t fit, Derek. At least not in their love story. And in case you haven’t learned yet, you should really stay away from the Argent girls. It never ends well for you, does it?”

His eyes snapped toward (Y/N) at those words, a pained expression painted across his irises. Scott also shot her a glance, his eyes waiting for confirmation as everyone around him told him to stop. And what the girl did surprised the alpha to enormous proportions.

She nodded.

Scott apologized under his breath and sunk his claws deeper into Derek’s neck, forcing his mouth to widen enough for Gerard to slip his arm between his canines. For that split second, he thought he had done it. He had pushed her far enough to betray him. After everything he’d done, maybe he deserved it.

But he heard her voice at such a low volume he thought he had imagined it. “Do it, Derek,” she muttered like a prayer. “Trust me.”

And he did. He trusted her with every fiber of his being.

Derek closed his mouth around the man’s arm, wincing as the metallic and bittersweet taste of his ill blood coated his tongue. He fell to the ground as Scott let him go, his eyes trained on (Y/N).

She gave him the faintest of smiles and nodded her head toward her grandfather. The show had only just begun. The red bite mark on Gerard’s arm soon enough started oozing a black liquid, surprising everyone in the room but two people.

“What?” Gerard questioned as he noticed his arm. “What is this? What did you do?”

“Everyone said Gerard always had a plan,” Scott said. “I had a plan, too. I just needed a little bit of help.”

(Y/N) limped forward with Isaac’s help, her father joining her other side, smiling at her grandfather as he questioned how Scott had been able to draw a fast one over him. She could feel blood running down her arm, leaving a trail wherever she walked. But blood and pain were the least of her worries. Wounds she could heal later, but that moment, oh, that moment needed to be savored. “You should have really asked around about me, grandpa,” the girl smirked. “Just one look into my student files, and you would have seen that I got in trouble when I was younger for being a pickpocket.”

“No, you got caught,” he croaked. “You aren’t good at it if you get caught.”

“I got caught once,” she said. “After that, I got a hell of a lot better. And I just want to say thank you so much for those mandatory family dinners. They were kind of a nuisance in the beginning but really came in handy there at the end.”

“Did you tell her, Scott?” Gerard spat at the boy. “Did you tell her I was sick?”

“I didn’t have to,” he said. “She was the one who came to me.”

“I could smell it on you from the moment I first saw you at the cemetery,” (Y/N) explained. “I thought the smell of death was coming from the place, but it was you. Then, I saw your little tin cup. What you were popping into your mouth was too big to be mints, and they looked too clinical to be vitamins. “I was at the sheriff station when you were talking to Scott, and I couldn’t believe that he would ever work with you,” she continued. “There had to be more, so I asked him. That’s when he told me his plan.”

“I already had the pills,” Scott added. “All I needed was a way to get them to you.”

With a mask of disbelief on his face, Gerard pulled his medicine from his pocket, crushing the blue and white pills in his hands. “Mountain ash!” he yelped before the rejection made him crumble to his knees. Black oozed out of every orifice, painting him in dark liquid before he crumbled to the ground, weaker than he had been at the start of the night.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Derek asked Scott, too ashamed to look (Y/N) in the eyes.

“Because you might be an alpha,” he said, “but you’re not mine. Definitely not (Y/N)’s.”

But all conversation was stopped when Gerard slithered on the ground. The kids may have bested his attempt at becoming a werewolf, but he would not go down without a fight. With a pained yell, he gave the Kanima his last order, “KILL THEM ALL!”

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17. Renting out a cottage together by a small town, and taking new identities for the summer. hmm, It would be interesting to see reader & Barry do this :P

A/N - I love this. This will be nice and short. Thanks for requesting this, Stella.

Summary - Official

Warnings - Just fluff.

“I didn’t think that was going to work!”

“Aye, well you don’t me well enough, don’t ya?”

“Not really since you were giggling like a school boy when you gave them your name….or your apparent stage name,” 

Your boyfriend, actor Barry Keoghan, gave you a roll of the eyes as you two were unpacking your little car with your suitcases and a bag filled with snacks and groceries.  The soft sounds of the highway were behind the pair of you since the small little road that lead to your rental.

A small quaint cottage that was out in the countryside, built from stone with a lavender garden in the back and a great view of the rolling hills to the left that had a herd of sheep already grazing the field.  Barry found the rental, thinking it would be a great idea for you two to have the summer to spend together.  He had no upcoming projects until the fall, and your job was going slow enough for some of the employees to take time off.  You were saving up your time off and taking some vacation days, so now you had the entire summer to look forward to. 

Barry whisked you away a few days after booking the cottage, you having no idea what was going on or how long you two were going to be gone.  But it was a thrill to pack your bag, knowing full well that Barry knew how to plan real well when it came to you.  Although he was rising up as an actor and was getting some recognition wherever you two went as a couple, he didn’t want to have anyone to know that he was renting a small cottage with his girlfriend for the summer.  You two really had some run ins with the papparazii in the past, so the last thing he wanted was cameras pointing at the two of your trying to relax and enjoy the summer. 

Of course Barry was ballsy to begin with, more of the daredevil than you ever were.  But using a fake name?  That was new.  

It worked in his favor though, the sweet old lady who owned the cottage had no idea who he was or that he was an actor.  She made you two a plateful of cookies, which was perched on the countertop as soon as Barry opened the door into the small cottage. It had no much character to it, from the wooden stairs and old rugs to the pictures that were tainted in history and age and the wooden burning fireplace. You thought of it as charming, thinking of the plenty of viistiors that came and stayed in those walls that had happy holidays.

“Good choice, Barry,” You hummed as Barry placed the suitcases on the bottom step of the stairs.

“You had little faith in me,” Barry countered back at you, you trying to smack his arm but he dodged it and laughed, “I thought you would like a place like this.  The photos don’t do justice,”

“I can’t believe you said your name was Reggie Fairchild,” You joked with him as he was unloading the snacks into the pantry, “That’s such an actor name,”

“Which means they won’t suspect me being…..me,” Barry said, placing the last of the snacks in the pantry and then looking around the room, “So, what should we do first?”

You were looking around the living room when he asked you, seeing the loveseat couch next to the fireplace and the two massive windows that were showing the rolling green hills.  You never heard such quietness in some time, even back at your apartment or in your work cubicle.  This kind of quiet would seem daunting to others, but not with you.  It filled you up and wrapped around your bones, already making you ready for a peaceful summer with Barry.

Although he was used to living the life of an actor, going to parties and premiers to be seen and be hired, he was more of a homebody.  Apart from boxing, Barry had no real need to being out and about public most of the time, he would rather be at home with you.  You were thinking that he was simply wanting to top out from being at a party or at a sponsor event, but hr truly told you he love being at home. 

Later on he confessed he would rather just be with you.

You were no fan of bring in the spotlight, he knew that when you two first got together.  You thought that would be a deal breaker with him, but he still stayed.  You never cared for going to premiers on his arm or to parties as his plus one, but you did to the more important ones that you knew would help his career in the end.  But the rest of the parties, you stayed behind and let him have fun.  He was a goos boyfriend to you, you never once loosing your trust in him or having doubts about him being faithful. 

When it came to going on holiday, he would let you pick.  Of course he had the means of gong anywhere in the world, connections left and right being able to take him to distant lands and paradise if he wanted.  But he would let you decide since, giving you a bit too much pressure.  This cottage was merely an idea you had months before when you two were snuggling in bed, thinking of the next holiday you both wanted to take together.

“Let’s go to a cottage together,” You said to him as you were about to drift asleep, “A little cottage, with on one else around.”

He remembered, and now you were about to have the best summer ever.

“I know precisely what I want to do,” You said to him, seeing him walk over to you from his spot in the kitchen.  Taking his hand in yours, you both walked to the main bedroom on the first floor, the bedroom you two would use during your time there.  The quilt on the bed was already turned down, massive goose feathered pillows were fluffed and ready at the head of the bed, and the two little windows were already perched open to let in the breeze.  It was such a simple looking room, but you grinned widely as you looked from the bed to Barry.

“Of first official nap on holiday,” You said to him, seeing him break into a massive smile.

“Good thinkin’, darlin’.” He said in agreement.  

So you both stripped off your sweatshirts, down to your loose pants and shirts.  Slipping under the quilt with your head on his chest, his arms around your shoulders with his fingers running up and down your spine , you both were closing your eyes.  Letting your summer together finally sink in and begin. You had no idea what you were going to have for dinner that night, nor for breakfast the follow morning.  You had no idea what you two were going to go to pass the time.  

In fact, there were no real plans for your entire summer, but that was what you loved.  

The End

[squidsponge]

Sims 4 CC Update: Obi-wan's Mando Armor

AU where Satine survives because Cody noticed Obi-wan struggling for twenty minutes trying to get the Twilight to take off and managed to get aboard

'General, I just want to talk-'

'Can I ask exactly what you think you're doing here, Sir?'

'Death Watch has imprisoned the Duchess and staged a coup. You need not have followed me, Commander. I assure you, I am more than perfectly suited for this mission. As you can see, with this disguise, I'm invisible.'

'Permission to speak freely, Sir?'

'Of course, Cody. You know you can drop the ranks, my dear. It's just the two of us.'

'Alright. To put it mildly, your infiltration skills are dismal at best.

It took me less than two minutes to catch up to you after giving you a head start, you're hiding behind a dangerously short packing crate, and aren't even wearing a kriffing helmet on a planet full of blond people.'

'I do believe the Duchess has a red-headed sister-'

'Uh-huh. I know this is an unsanctioned mission. You swore you'd tell us if the council asked you to take part in another Hardeen fiasco.'

'Well yes, the Senate won't allow us to intervene. It's an internal matter, but I sense something much more nefarious than a simple coup at play here. There's a dark presence on this planet, something familiar.'

'Dooku?'

'No...I can't quite recognize it...but if we break Satine out of prison and put her where she belongs-'

'So, you plan to remove the Duchess from the security of her cell with an unknown darksider on planet and no backup.'

'Well-'

'Right. Well the good news is that a High Jedi General recently went missing in neutral space, so we now have clearance to invade this planet.'

'What- who?'

'Take one guess, Sir.'

'Put me- CODY! This was NOT the plan- where did you even find that helmet-'

'It was always the plan, Sir. You can have Skywalker and Tano brief you when they arrive with our respective battalions.'

'They can't just-'

'Show up with an army to save one Jedi?'

'I- force, Mace will have my head. Very well. You can put me down Cody.'

'No.'

This was definitely the vibe when Obi-wan came back and had to tell Anakin he crashed his ship after not even inviting him along and I'll die on this hill.

Obi-wan's armor is up now for my early access patrons, and it will be public on March 17, 2023.

New meshes, all LODs

Hand painted texture

Armor, helmet, and a recolor of the short boots from the Journey to Batuu pack to match

Everything but the boots are base game compatible - DOWNLOAD

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, June 30

DAWN: Come on, Tara. I am so old enough to do research. BUFFY: You do research now? Want a cappuccino and a pack of cigarettes to go with it?

~~All the Way~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Lost Battles by veronyxk84 (Buffy, Dawn, PG-13)

sometimes, some times by belledamn (Buffy/Tara, T)

Pet by skargasm (Spike/Gunn, M)

But It Hurts? by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Lost Battles by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy & Dawn, PG-13)

Pins and Needles by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Saving Spike by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Oh, Never Leave Me by VioletMoon (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Sticking Around - Chapter 1 by axolotl356 (Buffy/Faith, not rated)

Дон, Ch. 1-2 (COMPLETE!) by B_E_S (Buffy/Angel, Dawn, T, in Russian)

There's A Crack In Every Wall, Ch. 1 by bunniesarebad (Buffy/Spike, Explicit)

Exquisite Chaos Ch. 11 by MillennialCryBaby (Buffy/Spike, round robin rated NC-17)

Like A Hole In The Heart, Ch. 3 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Incarnate, Ch. 9 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Fixer Uppers, Ch. 8 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Devil's Trill, Ch. 17 by Murray (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2], Ch. 15-16 by Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Arrive Before the Birds, Ch. 2 by EverythingElse (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Two's Company, Ch. 1 by Serenitey (Buffy/Spike, R)

Beer Bad, Spike Good, Ch. 1 by Maxine Eden, ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Buffy's Pack, Ch. 17 by redjacobson (Xander/Buffy/multiple, Joyce/Jenny, Giles/OC, FR21)

Aim High, Ch. 5 by Buffyworldbuilder (Stargate crossover, Buffy, FR13)

The Watcher, Ch. 15 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Come Hell or High Water, Ch. 1 by Rea (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Over the Hills and Far Away, Ch. 1 by Rea (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

I Do! Ch. 30 by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

🎨 Banner Art #19 — May-June Overview [7 banners] by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, probably worksafe)

Spike by alexprime (worksafe)

Spike vamp face sketches by blue-star-charmer-art (worksafe, some sketched blood)

Video: 4 min of buffy dialogue set to Bela Lugosi is Dead by koriand3r (Buffy, vampires)

Buffy x Faith screenshots captioned with song lyrics by whale-music (worksafe)

Chibi sticker designs by genericaces (Scoobies, worksafe)

Vid: This Is Me Trying by 1SnoWhiteQueen1 (Wesley)

Screencaps: Age-Appropriate Buffy as she would appear in each season by Tuxedo_Mark (worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

The scene where Willow confronts Faith in Choices (the narrative expects you to be rather more unambiguously on Willow’s side) by coraniaid

[Recs & In Search Of]

AwolWooKiee is selling the game Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Sacrifice (Nintendo DS) in Facebook Marketplace

Which one of the DVD sets is generally considered to be the best? By Planatus666

[Fandom Discussions]

ace cordy posting by all-seeing-ifer (with aro counterproposal by zorilleerrant)

The question “are Buffy, Angel and Faith in a love triangle in Season 3?” would have very different answers depending... by coraniaid

Thinking about that ridiculous scene in s6 when Xander walks in on Spike and Buffy... in Buffy’s kitchen by layer-of-slayers

faith's guiding principle is that nothing can hurt her so long as she acts like she doesn't care by lesbianmarrow

I’m just imagining Angel sometime in season 1 appearing to buffy out of some dark alleyway... by lightningrain

What was Lindsey's deal with Spike in [AtS] season five? by jdpm1991

Most Relatable Moment by Past-Throat-6788

Do you think Faith threw the fight in This Years Girl? by queeeeeni

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James Marsters Perth Supanova Expo 2024 Reports, Pics & Videos via dontkillspike

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer | BELOW THE LINE PODCAST (a film industry podcast from the crew perspective)

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[eulaliasims]

Sims Tag

Thanks for the tag, @kalux-sims!

1. What’s your favourite sims death? Oh, we're going for big ones right off the bat, huh? Uhhh, I'm gonna go with satellite.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Yes.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? why would you, tho

4. Do you use move objects? I use moveObjects so much, I have a shortcut for it in my userstartup.cheat file.

5. Favorite mod? I'm going to second @deedee-sims and say Community Time. It's really one I consider essential to the way that I play my game.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? Pets!! Which is funny, because I still have to make a conscious effort to actually add pets to my sims' households.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? It's LIV mode and I will die on this hill. no I won't

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Made? Oh no, I'm not sure. These days I mostly play sims who were born in-game. Probably Original Maria or Jackie.

9. Have you made a simself? Ya; in the last version of Middleground, she was actually a townie.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? Bookworm, cat person, loves the outdoors, neurotic, vegetarian

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? I don't like any of those ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

12. Favorite EA hair? Uhhh, the short Season hair with the little half ponytail.

13. Favorite life stage? Adult? idk!

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Both; sometimes I like one more than the other, but it's pretty even.

15. Are you a CC creator? Weirdly, I think I have to say yes to this question now. Pretty much just defaults and the odd recolor. I do retextures sometimes, but I have to be in the right mood for it. :p

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? Yes? But I realize I'm not the most vocal/active person, and I'm definitely not on any of the discords around because I have ~~anxiety~~.

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) *gestures at blog* is it even a contest?

18. Do you have any sims merch? no

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? noooooooooo

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? It's definitely gotten a lot more maxis-match. More detailed too, I think.

21. What’s your Origin ID? haha, like I remember that.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? Too many to name!

23. How long have you had a simblr? *checks archive* At least nine years; I know I lurked a bit before posting, so call it ten even?

24. How do you edit your pictures? Photoshop. I have a crop & resize action that sharpens them very slightly afterward, and then my base lighting action simply boosts the shadows and contrast a bit; I have a copy of that but with brightening added for dim pictures. For posed, "fancy" pictures, I will edit them individually to get whatever effect I want.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Space EP, space EP! I know we're not actually getting new EPs for TS2, but I can dream.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? hmmm. Seasons, I think. Love me some gardening and rain.

Tagging @kayleigh-83, @plumbtales, @moocha-muses, @ofmdee, @sushigal007

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 9 - Los Arcos to Viana

The guide book stage today should have been to Logrono, over 17 miles from Los Arcos, but we thought that was a bit far for us at the moment so have stopped at Viana, a 11.3 mile walk but we took full packs today.

We set off early and were walking through town at 7:30. Where possible we have taken to getting away early to get a few miles under our belts before stopping for breakfast. Looking back as we left there was a stunning sunrise over the village.

We followed a steady stream of people going the same way, heading for a place called Sansol 4 miles away. The landscape has opened up a lot and looking into the distance we were taking bets as to which village it was. Luckily it was the closest and we had the cheapest nicest breakfast we have had so far - 3.5 euros for a coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice and a chocolate covered pain au chocolat, all served outside in a lovely courtyard.

I had to take a picture of the drinks menu, the wine is nearly half the price of the soft drinks!

The next village, Torres del Rio, was only a short distance away but it was perched on a hill with another octagonal church like the one we saw in Eunate. There are rumoured Templar connections and we paid a euro to enter though it was just a simple empty room. We found out later that we should have sung a song as the acoustics were meant to be amazing.

The road carrying on undulated, a lot, but we passed by vineyards (entering Rioja country), barley fields (having googled some images don’t think the fields are wheat), and a place where piles of stones had been set up along with a colourful tree where people had attached ribbons and tokens. We left a red ribbon for Wales.

Half way along the last stretch we came across a kiosk selling drinks and snacks, so we sat and had a drink and a chat to Joe (he’s ex forces and looks just like Richard Dreyfus) and Charles (his son) who were also taking a break.

Even though we were almost at our stop for the night we took a break for lunch and I persuaded Jane to have a selfie!

The hostel in Viana is 15 euros for the night, and we’ve paid to have the pilgrim meal (11 euros). We’ve got proper sheets and pillow cases on the bed, a luxury as you normally get given disposable ones when you arrive. As we got here about 1 we’ve both got bottom bunks, again! Yippee, we’re on a 3 day streak at the moment! It’s really clean and quite spacious, but the first so far with a mixed bathroom, though the shower was lovely and strong.

Jane went for a wander and I chilled, then I went for a wander. The town is ancient with narrow streets and a large church which is unfortunately covered in scaffolding. After I got back I tried to sort out the blister on my little toe. It’s an awkward spot to sort out a blister and Jane aka Florence Nightingale came to my rescue.

We both then went for a mooch to the outdoor shop so I could get a new pair of rubber tips for my walking poles as I’ve worn out the pair they came with. We were near the square so had to stop at the bar for a couple of wines (1.50 each, bargain). Nicole, our Australian friend caught up with us along with ‘Vaynond’ (that’s how it sounded) from the Netherlands.

We rushed back to the Albergue for our Pilgrims meal at 7 - pasta, then pork fillets and salad and yoghurt for pudding, washed down with Rioja of course. Time for lights out now!

[alice-in-strangetown]

Sims Tag

tagged by @nervosims

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Hm... it might be the satellite in TS2. It’s really rare but not rare enough that it doesn’t happen. And it’s so sudden when it does happen!! I’m always a little bit afraid of letting my sims stargaze or cloudgaze because of it, especially if I’m really attached to them.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Definitely Maxis Match, but sometimes I like to lean a little bit Maxis Mix. Maxis Mix is kind of what people mean when they say “Maxis Match” for TS2 anyway and you have to call it “True Maxis Match” or something if you’re actually matching TS2′s style. I think the “True Maxis Match” style is really cute too if only because it’s really nostalgic. I kind of hate most of the Maxis hair but I’ve been trying to lean into more of a True Maxis look for clothing in TS2 lately.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No, I wouldn’t even think to do that! I do think the rate at which sims both gain and lose weight in TS4 is a bit ridiculous so I have a mod that slows them both down. In TS2 and TS3 I just let whatever happens with their weight happen but the “fat” body type in TS2 hardly looks different from the thin one anyway, which is a bit of a shame.

4. Do you use move objects?

Does anyone not?

5. Favorite mod?

I want to say Lazy Duchess’s Autonomous Proposal/Break Up mod because I really, really love that mod but it actually might have to be Midge the Tree’s edit of simler’s Romantic Standards because that’s really what makes all of the incredible romantic drama in my neighborhoods possible and I would miss it terribly if I ever had to play without it!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Hm... I guess it must have been Livin’ Large since that was the first one that came out. (Not to brag or anything but I’ve been playing The Sims since the year 2000~ 💅)

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

It’s pronounced like “living” and I will die on this hill! The three game modes are all verbs!! The one you build in, the one you buy in, and the one you live in!!! Making one of them randomly be an adjective throws the whole thing off grammatically!

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

The sims that I get attached to are usually born, not made. I really rarely actually make sims in CAS. Um... you’re not going to make me choose a favorite child, though, are you?

9. Have you made a simself?

Oh lots of times! I used to make sims of myself and my family all the time when I was younger. I think it would feel a little weird to actually play with my simself now (at least in my usual play style) but sometimes it’s fun to see if you can recreate yourself!

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Like Sims 3 traits? Maybe clumsy, friendly, frugal, good, and absent-minded? I would hate to actually play with that sim though because the absent-minded trait is SO annoying in gameplay! In Sims 4... maybe clumsy, gloomy, and outgoing?

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I don’t think I have one. In TS2 they’re all fine and in TS4 a handful of them are really bad but the rest of them are fine. I don’t think there’s any that I particularly like.

12. Favorite EA hair?

I used to really like shortperm when I was younger and I still think it's cute. That’s what my hair looked like when I was in high school.

13. Favorite life stage?

I think teens in TS2 are really fun so it’s a bit of a shame that the lifespan I use cuts it a bit short. I’ve also quickly grown really fond of the new infant lifestage in TS4. They’re just too danged cute I can’t stand it!!!

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I mean, I’m absolutely in it for the gameplay but I also have fun building!

15. Are you a CC creator?

Sometimes! Mods more often than cc but I rarely find time and energy to work on them so I haven’t made much.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Yeah, I’ve definitely got some friends here 💜

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

It’s definitely Sims 2. I think all of the games have their strengths though (even Sims 4)

18. Do you have any sims merch?

Is it kind of a crime that I don’t? Maybe I should.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do! This one is for edited Let’s Plays (so far just The Sims 2 for PSP. I haven’t uploaded there in a while but I have some recordings on my computer so I should be active again soon. We are going to finish this game!). And this one is for stream VODs. I stream The Sims 2 every Monday and Friday on Twitch and for the month of June, we’re fundraising for the Transgender Law Center so we’ve got some extra fun stuff going on~

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I can’t really remember what my sims used to look like when I was younger but my play style has definitely changed a lot! When I was younger, I used to micro-manage my sims so much I might as well have turned off autonomy! I prefer to let my sims shape their own lives now and I actually hate having to make decisions for them.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

It’s batsandbabydolls! I have a few builds up for download there.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Um... obviously everyone at @the-crypt-o-club. No I’m not biased! 😉

23. How long have you had a simblr?

I guess I first made it in 2016 but I didn’t actually start using it until late 2019. I usually just shove everything on my main blog so it’s a miracle I have one at all.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I use GIMP. The edits I do are usually pretty minor though because I use reShade when I take pictures I care about enough to edit.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

I haven’t bought High School Years yet, but I might have to because teenagers in TS4 are boring as hell without them! I’m just really irritated that they released it separately from Growing Together since it feels like that pack fleshed out every life stage except teenagers and they definitely worked on both at the same time because they were released one right after the other and EPs take a long time. Everything from that pack other than the active high school feels like it could have been part of Growing Together if you ask me! (If you mean what pack do I want them to release next, none. Please let Sims 4 die already 😌)

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Sims 1: Makin’ Magic Sims 2: Uh... Nightlife? (they’re all really good is the problem) Sims 3: Late Night? Generations? idk man not a single one of them is bad!! Sims 4: Might be Growing Together tbh. Or maybe Parenthood? Vampires and Paranormal are definitely up there too. They obviously don’t flesh your game out as broadly but I do really like them.

I’m tagging @blairmace, @baticeer-sims, @deathpoke1qa, and @livinginalandfill​

[kingofangst]

Post the name of all your files in your WIP folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send in asks with the title that intrigue them. Answer with a snippet or something about the story. Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by the dear @thiamsxbitch 💙💙

WARNING!!! I have multiple WIPs and I am not sure if it is enough to tag as many users compared to my fic number but oh well! Here Goes!

1) Broken With Flaws (Good! Theo AU fanfic. Endgame Thiam)

2) Fin de l'héritage (Chemin D'Aconit series; Season 2 of my Teen Wolf AU fanfic series)

3) Éclipse Lunaire (Chemin D'Aconit series; Season 3A of my Teen Wolf AU fanfic series)

4) Good For Wolves, Bad For Trauma (Isaac/Theo AU fanfic)

5) The Names They Gave Us (Titans/DC Fanfic)

6) Burn like a Mockingjay (Thiam Hunger Games AU)

7) Effie's Tears (THG one-shot)

8) Moments Before Execution (Cinna/Catching Fire)

9) Panem: The Beginning (Pre-THG, Pre-TBOSAS)

10) Holes of Sorrow (Lydia Martin Time Travel AU)

11) Salvage and Recover (Male OC/Brett Talbot fanfic)

12) Imperatoris ruinae (Pre-THG, Post-TBOSAS fanfic)

13) Evil Innocence (DCU Fanfic)

14) Untamed and Uncoordinated (DCU Fanfic)

15) Why am I unloved? ( Teen Wolf Hunger Games AU one-shot in Nolan's perspective)

16) Nogistune no Seppuku (Chemin D'Aconit series; Season 3B of my Teen Wolf AU fanfic)

17) Parisian Assault on Beacon Hills (Teen Wolf spin off fanfic)

18) Piece Of Their Game (Peeta's POV during his hijacking in Mockingjay)

19) A Happiness That's Unreachable (DCU/Batman fanfic)

20) Encountered (Wolf Pack AU)

21) Redeeming The Villains of Teen Wolf (Fanfic one-shot of tragic villains if their traumas had played differently. Excluding Gerard and Kate)

22) An Electrifying Kind Of Love (Brett Talbot/Josh Diaz)

23) There's Been Enough Killing (DCU Injustice)

24) The Beastiary and it's secrets (Teen Wolf walk through of all creatures and plants)

25) Trails Of Discourage (THG AU Fanfic)

26) Failed Assassin (DCU Fanfic)

27) Personal Vendetta (Stranger Things)

28) Ring Around The Rosies, A Pocket Full of...Knives (Teen Wolf Fanfic with OC who joins Monroe's side to sabotage)

29) Delusions To Recount (Lydia Martin Fanfic as a prisoner of Eichen House)

30) "That is a firm handshake you got there." (Slowburn Stiles/Brett AU)

31) His Torture (Fall of Jason Todd by the Joker. DCU short Fanfic)

32) The Other Side of Beacon Hills (Teen Wolf fanfic focusing on Devenford Prep + Brett Talbot and his pack)

33) No Argents Allowed (Teen Wolf Fanfic AU where the Calaveras are the ones hunting in Beacon Hills)

34) Identity Crisis (Teen Wolf AU where Nolan joins the McCall Pack instead of Monroe)

35) To Kill a Mockingjay (Both President Snow's and President Coin's POV on Katniss Everdeen)

I have 60+ more WIPs 😪😭 but I am stopping right here

@rhyslahey @ksbbb @amatchinwater @ahscotty @chasing-chimeras @arewordsenough @thiamblogger @pansexual-puppy-pack @thiamsxbitch @wolfboy88

I know this less than as many tags as my WIPs but now my brain is on override

[hidesfineuk]

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6/12/24

8:38 p.m Edited/Added to

So I woke up at 3:30 p.m. I struggled to sleep for at least a hour. I also had my heart rate go crazy with palpitations for like 3 minutes solid. I guess i had a panic attack.

I was worried I was going to have to take Benadryl and then that wouldn't work and I'd have to smoke pot. Thankfully I fell asleep, it must have been before 8:12 a.m. that's when my sleep timer was going to turn off my tv. And I didn't hear American dad randomly just stop... but I really struggled. The day after the 1mg is always terrible.

I had weird dreams where I didn't sleep again. I know I had them bc I know I didnt hear American dad turn off and the chanty happy birthdays would have made me turn the tv back on. That's the only way I could have distinguished reality versus my trauma dreams.

I woke up at 2:30. I had to pee. I tried to hold it and I realized I wasn't going to sleep if I did. So I peeded and I actually fell back to sleep until 3:30 p.m. not immediately but the hour went by too fast for me to just be laying there with my eyes closed... I didn't take drugs that's an accomplishment.

I also a couple mental pictures with auditory hallucinations..... at like 2:30.. I don't remember them I don't want to. They suck.

I woke up at 3:30 went for bloodwork. My thyroid test was not there just my comprehensive metabolic Panel. I almost left cause it's useless without getting my thyroid levels pulled but luckily she found an older order and we got both. I'm awaiting results.

I went shopping after and grabbed water despite not really needing it cause I would have needed it next week and I'm still waiting on the ethics case. The two assholes weren't there but I recorded everything. I talked to the camera. Had it watch me tear open my pack. Had it watch me put back together the pack I didn't buy. I even counted my pack and the pack I put back. I was obvious and obnoxious. I took out the crunchy water bottles and showed how my hands got wet cause the products are damaged and this is why I started doing it in the first place. I made a fucking show of it. I got a 17 minute video. I really will make this national for being discriminated against for being mentally ill and of color. Don't think I won't fight for myself Walmart.

Then I went to stop and shop and bjs. And I should be able to avoid going out until next Wednesday for food but it depends... I want to do the car wash Saturday. If the weather changes then I won't.... and I'll grab a chicken. That's the only downside of not going grocery shopping Friday or Saturday. Friday I'm playing silent hill. Saturday I'm either getting the car wash or going for chicken..

Sunday is father's day... I'm planning to go obv. I just have no money for a card. I'll plan another me day for the 18th. I'm trying to cut out game days for a reason.

I got my graduation frame and I'm going to hang up my bachelor's and masters tonight. Then shower. I also got l salivarius I'll start that tonight with my cheese snack. Other than that Maybe before I shower I may go to the attic and grab my addias shorts and boxers. I'm going to do laundry tomorrow cause it accumulated fast.

I'm really lonely. I'm just trying to stay busy. The one thing I hate about my degrees are the two different names. My masters is my current name. My bachelor's is the long one I changed bc it was too long... I want to get reprints of both with Nathan Blanchette. No middle cause we all know imma change my name again anyways.

As much as my hallucination ruined the name Nathan. There is always Nate and I can ask people to call me Dexter. I got to call my old schools to see if they'll reprint my degrees eventually but that's not really on my list yet. I got get the car wash, call my endo about the standing monthly thyroid test, schedule the MacBook. And then it's next.

I also got to decide if going to the gym makes more sense then pursuing all this teeth shit I really can't afford. I think I'm going to move on it. I might start the 17th..it makes sense with the monthly billing cycle.