#derek is a sexy dork

[kwyw]

Karlie at the Met Gala after party via Derek Blasberg’s instagram stories 😍 and 🥵

[phantomfox9]

Beacon Hills Halloween

Finale/Part 3: Derek

Derek didn’t know why he was doing this. Actually, that’s not true. The reason was Stiles. It always seemed to be Stiles these days. Derek loved him, but the spaz could be such a headache. In this case, the human wanted Derek to dress up for the pack’s Halloween party tonight. Derek was going to refuse, but seeing the hopeful and excited expression on his boyfriend’s face made him cave.

Except now looking at the “Total Dork” costume that Stiles had purchased for him from the pop-up Halloween story, he was already having second thoughts. He still didn’t know why Stiles had picked this costume for him. When he’d asked, the younger man had said he thought Derek would look hot wearing glasses. “Like a sexy book nerd,” he’d said, trying to be flirty. Derek had just rolled his eyes, he doubted anyone would believe him to be a nerd. Yes he did like to read, but with his muscular physique and grown out beard, he hardly looked like the typical dork. Certainly not like the guy on the front of the costume bag. The stereotypical scrawny nerd, with large glasses and dorky clothes.

Derek sighed as he stripped off his clothes and started putting on the individual parts of the costume. It consisted of a pair of pants, a button-up shirt, a sweater vest, a tweaked jacket, and an ugly tie. To top it all off, a large pair of glasses to cement the nerdy look.

Derek sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The clothes barely fit over his large frame, and his beard didn’t fit with the look at all. “Stiles better appreciate this,” he thought.

He left his bedroom to go show his boyfriend how silly he looked, preparing for the inevitable laughter. Except curiously, he was met with an empty loft. Investigating, he found a note from Stiles, saying that he had gone home to change and get ready for tonight, and that he’d meet Derek at the party.

Derek sighed, wondering what he was gonna do for the next couple of hours. He went back to his room and started looking through his bookshelf for something to read. He cringed internally when he realized that maybe Stiles had been right to choose this costume. Maybe he really was a book nerd after all.

After finding a book to read, he was just about to leave the room when he noticed that the clothes he’d been wearing earlier were now in the costume bag. But he put them in the bag? Didn’t he? It was just to keep everything tidy? Right? Derek looked at the bag a little more closely and became even more confused. The nerd on the cover now sported a big bushy beard. “What the hell? Did he have that before? How could I miss that?” Derek wondered. He stroked his chin, deep in thought, before freezing. His hand was stroking smooth skin! Not thick hair! He quickly rushed over to the nearest mirror and gaped at his clean shaven face. What happened to his beard?! Derek panicked for a few moments before shaking his head.

What was he even worried about? He didn’t have a beard? Matter of fact, he couldn’t even grow a beard, no matter how hard he tried. Not like the guy on the costume bag, with his big, bushy lumberjack beard. Derek couldn’t help but feel a little envious. Why did he think he should have a beard like that? What a weird thought? Derek chuckled to himself before leaving his room.

He sat down on the couch in the main area of the loft, and started getting acquainted with his book. He managed to read a couple chapters, before he started getting bored. He decided to look for something to watch on his newly purchased tv (Another example of Derek caving to Stiles’ wishes). As he’s searched for something good to watch, maybe a nice documentary, he came across a Star Trek marathon. “Oh Awesome! I love this show!” Derek said excitedly.

He then frowned, where the hell did that come from? He’d never even watched Star Trek before? Still, he’d already selected it, and it did look interesting enough. Captain Picard and his crew were battling against a society of warmongering aliens in an epic spaceship fight. Derek found himself getting quickly absorbed in the episode, and then the next, and then the next.

Derek didn’t even realize that as he was watching, the costume he was wearing became more and more comfortable. The costume no longer felt tight and constricting. Not because the clothes had stretched, but because Derek’s muscles were shrinking. With every passing minute, the werewolf lost more muscle mass. His bulging biceps turned scrawny, his beefy pecs flattened out, his six pack became a smooth tummy. The large bulge that had been straining against the front of the tight pants, grew smaller and smaller until it was barely noticeable. Before long, the formerly tight clothes fit the werewolf perfectly, and the once large and intimidating man who had initially sat down on the couch was gone. He had been replaced by a skinnier and smaller man, who looked like he’d never worked out a day in his life. Derek, who was still oblivious to his changes, jumped up when he’d realized what had happened.

“Oh Geez! I totally got sidetracked! What time is it?!” he worried. He didn’t want to be late to the party! After checking the time on his phone he sighed, “Phew, still another hour before I have to leave.” He got up and started walking around the loft trying to find what else he could do to pass the time. He didn’t want to risk getting absorbed in the Star Trek marathon again.

He didn’t even notice that as he walked throughout the loft, his footfalls weren’t nearly as loud as they used to be. His impressive size and weight used to send deep rumbles and vibrations across the floor with every step. Now each step sounded light as a feather, as the shorter man made his way back into his bedroom.

Once there, Derek found his attention once again drawn towards the costume bag sitting on his bed. It had changed again. Now the former bearded “dork,” if he could even still be called that, had been replaced by a tall and imposing man. You could tell that the bearded man was ripped, as the nerdy clothes he was wearing looked painted on. Derek chuckled, what a weird model to pick for a dork costume?

Still, Derek wished he looked as sexy as that guy. He flexed his own bicep and sighed at the tiny bulge that appeared from his tweed covered sleeve. Derek laughed to himself and gave a shrug, “Guess lifting books isn’t the same as lifting weights,” he thought.

He glanced over to the bedside end table, where Stiles had left some of his comic books. Apparently, they were comic books centered around Wolverine. Or at least that’s what he thought Stiles had told him. He hadn’t really been listening at the time.

Derek, suddenly more curious about the comic books than he was when Stiles first showed them to him, picked up the first one and started flipping through it. He quickly became invested in the complex and interesting storylines, and the amazing comic book artwork. He found himself jealous of the brooding superhero. “He’s so cool,” Derek thought, “I wish I had powers like that! That would be so awesome!”

The man was so absorbed by the comics that he didn’t even notice his connection to his inner wolf fading away, piece by piece, until he was left just an ordinary human. “Golly! I wish I could stay and finish reading these, but I've got to get to the Halloween party,” the now fully human Derek smiled.

As he got up to leave, he found himself looking at the costume bag one more time. The man on the cover had changed one final time. Where there was once a scrawny and dorky nerd, there was now a large man. He had a thick beard, and a deep scowl. The man also had red eyes, along with fangs and claws. He gave off a very threatening and imposing image, with his large muscles straining against his rather ordinary, yet tight clothes. The black leather jacket the man was wearing looked especially cool. Even the name of the costume had changed, as it now read “The Werewolf.”

Derek was confused, wasn’t it supposed to be a nerd costume? But that didn’t make sense? Costumes don’t just change? Besides, why would he want to dress up like a nerd? He was already a big nerd! Everyone told him so. He didn’t have time to change though. He’d have to go to the party in just his normal clothes.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel envious of the guy on the costume bag. He was totally the kind of guy Stiles would want to date. Not some dorky librarian like Derek. Jackson always made fun of Derek for his nerdiness. Saying that Derek was like a walking wedgie-magnet. Derek couldn’t argue with that, considering he’d been the victim of more than a few wedgies back when he was in school.

He sighed to himself as he was leaving the loft, on his way to the Halloween party. Maybe tonight would be the night he’d finally work up the courage to ask Stiles out on a date. Maybe. 

Epilogue:

Across town, a certain Halloween store was being packed up. The man inside smiling to himself.

“Ahh. Another year, another great Halloween. Thank you Beacon Hills. So many new lives added to my collection,” he grinned.

“Oh! That reminds me! I’m still missing one.” He waved his hand and a costume bag appeared on the ground before him.

Picking it up, he inspected the werewolf costume. “Oh this is a good one,” he smiled slyly. “Can’t wait to see the lucky guy that gets this costume next year,” he thought, before he and his store disappeared into the cool night air. 

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Thank you all for reading my first attempts at writing my own tf stories! Hope you enjoyed the series, and have a Happy Halloween!

[jenny-from-the-bau]

speaking of dork ass emily, i like to imagine that when they first meet her, the rest of the team always just assumes she gets a ton of girls because she's a hot lesbian, women are always flirting with her, and she can put up an incredibly confident persona when she's flirting with a man or interrogating an unsub so why wouldn't she get girls

and then they see her actually trying to talk to a woman someday and she's such a disaster it would be pathetic if it weren't so hilarious. like they're expecting a female derek morgan and instead she just sputters and stumbles over her words and blushes like crazy. she tries so desperately not to make it awkward but she can't help herself and thankfully the girls find it endearing. but this is why emily's preferred method of flirting is just glancing at a woman and hoping she gets the message

-🐙

They really think she's going to be like super cool and sexy because that's how she is with men, but she's literally like "Hi, I'm Emily. You are... really pretty. What's, uh... what do.. uh, you're- wow- just really nice to look at" and the whole team is just ????

Imagine, okay, imagine the team taking Emily to a bar to get a girl and she just like stares at women and then looks away when they look at her and like is super awkward and that's how the team realizes she's been "flirting" with JJ. Someone is like "Emily, flirt with them! You're just acting the same way you do when you talk to JJ" and Emily blushes and is like "oh whoops" and everyone catches on that she likes JJ asdfghjkl

[pacifymebby]

This may be a bit different, but maybe a HC for how they’d be in the different era that suits each (for example, Sam - 80s and so on) Does that make sense??? Idk but it’s fun!!

Van / 80s

💮 Hear me out okay, Van is an 80s dad at heart...

💮 Picture the mustache, picture the ugly fits...

💮 This man thinks Van Morrison is the greatest singer of all time...

💮 Wedding dancer

💮 Handy with a pool cue and a champ at darts

💮 Smokes more than the corner shop can physically sell him

💮 Sexy but no one can tell you why?! Somehow everyone and their mum wants a piece of this man. Is it because he makes the best BLTs on the council estate?

Bondy / 70s

💮 S l e a z e

💮 Silk shirts, flared trousers, drama!

💮 But also....

💮 This is a man having an identity crisis... Is he a sexy cowboy listening to the motown and the wannabe 60s dad rock like the raspberries and derek and the dominoes OR is he an angry young man

💮 He just doesn't know (that's why he's so angry)

💮 Probably spitting anywhere he thinks thatcher might be stepping.

Benji / 90s

💮 Cutesy little seatle grunge boy

💮 Hairy boy

💮 Super soft boi vibes, listens to soundgarden

💮 Sk8r b0i

💮 Bit of a dork, plays video games

💮 Addicted to pinball

Bob / 50s

💮 I think he'd be an adorable Teddy boy!

💮 Quiet but cheeky, works in the local corner shop, knows everyone

💮 Mums and grans love him

💮 Curly little quiff, gorgeous

💮 Girls go into that corner shop pretending to be running errands but really they just want to talk to him

💮 He's totally unaware and has 0 idea why these girls come in and then just forget to buy anything

Sam / 80s

💮 I based this whole aesthetic on 2 men

💮 The boss and Mark knopfler

💮 He's probably obsessed with both these men.

💮 Factory lad / angry young man, join a union

💮 Would have been down the picket lines, would have been fighting the police

💮 My personal working class hero

💮 Shirts tucked in to tight tight jeans ❤️

💮 Sexy boi in a sweatband

💮 Daddy

Feel like these were so shit sorry haha

[ascottywrites]

AO3 History

That list that I, for some reason, think is valid enough to share. My personal Ao3 History. 

Saddle up. The inner interests of my brain are kind of all over the place. 

The Basement by My_Write_Life (Wip: 25/? | 40,696) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Stiles doubles back to the Argent’s house to free Erica and Boyd before making it back home. In which Stiles, not forgetting all about Erica and Boyd very much remaining in the basement saves them, Derek and Peter killing Jackson does make him go through the process of rebirth but he is brought back human and not a werewolf. Allison and her family go through the very legal repercussions of abducting three teenagers and Scott and Stiles friendship is put on hold because of that. Derek’s still the alpha.

Strip by Fessst (Wip: 12/? | 54,439) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

"Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?" Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red. "What's your safeword?" Red. "Stiles?" "The... the stoplights, Sir."

When Your Back’s Against the Wall by A_Diamond, Michicant123 (Complete: one-shot | 11,976) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Fifteen years ago, the country of Beacon was shaken to its core when three slaves murdered most of the royal Hale family and one of the politically powerful Argents in the course of a single night.

Six years ago, Stiles Stilinski was forced to grow up fast and hard when his dying mother, herself a freed slave, left him at the head of an abolitionist revolution.

Two months ago, beloved princess-to-be Allison Argent was assassinated; three weeks ago, Stiles was caught and charged with her death.

Five hours ago, he was sentenced to serve the remaining Hales—tyrannical King Peter and reclusive Prince Derek—as a slave for the rest of his life. In a palace where the only people who may hate him more than the king are the ever-present family of the woman he’s convicted of murdering, the best he can hope for is that death will only be a few torturous years away.

Caution: swallowing dick may lead to injury - memoirs of a size queen

by

raeupchen (Complete: one-shot | 7,115) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

“Derek, can you give me my phone? I want to document this memorable moment,” Stiles said, before making grabby motions in the direction of his phone. Derek – unable to deny the other man anything – gave him the device before sitting back in his chair. He only raised one eyebrow when he saw what Stiles was up to. Apparently ‘documenting this memorable moment’ meant for Stiles to take a selfie and post it online. He showed Derek the picture with the caption ‘Dick sent me to the ER’.

soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (Complete: one-shot | 1,423) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated Teen and Up] 

"It’s been five months," Derek says darkly. "Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks."

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Cornerstone by Vendelin for foreverblue_navy (Complete: 6/6 | 83,738) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

The Triskelion Mafia - Volume I by JamesAlexander (Complete: 10/10 | 20,834) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Derek Aletto saw his family being killed in front of him. Years of ruling the underworld of the organized crime were flushed down with the flames and the shot of a gun. Sixteen years later, under the name of the Triskelion Mafia, the family is back, leaded by Derek. He keeps his most trusted people close, for the Argento family is forever watching, trying to usurp Derek's prestige among the hidden world of New York. And everything seems to go according to plan, until the Argentos set an ambush for Derek's consigliere, Lydia Martini, and in the middle of the rush for survival, she ends up bringing Stiles along with her to the family's hideout.

tipping scales by jdphoenix (Complete: 2/2 | 3,810) Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: BioSpecialist [Rated Teen and Up] 

An early morning emergency wakes Jemma and Grant.

Slick As A Baby Seal by Faradaze (Wip: 52/? | 131,098) Game Of Thrones: Brimund TarthBane [Rated E]

Tormund is in love/lust. Brienne is repulsed, then intrigued. The story begins shortly after Brienne arrives at Castle Black. This is my interpretation and expansion of the greatest ship that never was. Spoilers for GoT season 6, canon divergent as of season 7.

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 58,055) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 44,003) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don't mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren't exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he'd always wanted.

Matenapped by xcaellachx (Complete: 12/12 | 36,671) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Alpha Derek Hale has known Spark Stiles Stilinski was his mate for over six years. The traumatized Spark had killed the rogue alpha who tried to kill his friend so many years ago and was still scarred by the experience. Now, Stiles was settled in as a magic shop owner and Derek was ready to claim him for his own. The ritual of matenapping was an old but accepted tradition and Derek had his den ready to receive his mate. It was time.

Stiles Stilinski thought Lydia was insane for thinking the sexy alpha wanted to matenap him. He was damaged by his past and determined to stay single so he didn't harm anyone. He kept his magic tightly leashed and couldn't believe that anyone could want him. Not a murderer. Even when the wolf came to see him and touched him gently, winking at him and looking at him longingly, he just couldn't accept it.

Very soon, Stiles wouldn't have a choice but to believe it. Derek was taking his mate and bringing him to his mating den where he would court and woo him until he couldn't help but fall in love with him.

(A/N: This is a lighthearted fic for the most part. This isn't an evil kidnapping/fall in love with your captor type. Not very serious at all, to be honest. Enjoy!)

**I could have sworn I had more eclectic tastes but I guess in 2018 I was firmly about the Sterek. 

[thebigoblin]

F, G, & H 🧡🌻

Wow, this was quick huh ❤

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

The following snippet is from my fic - Post-Coital Confessions

"Being with you isn't just hot or sexy. It's more like being complete, like I was drifting alone for so long and now I suddenly have this piece, this part of me back that tethers me. Anchors me. And being with you—joining our bodies together in the most intimate way possible for two people—It's even better. I don't know how, it just is.

"We've been happy these past five-months. We've been together. Like, actually together and not just pining away while we spend every possible moment with each other. But I think I wouldn't have minded either way. I just want you, Derek Hale. I just want you in my life. Anyway I can have you in it.

"You mean so much to me, Der. You mean everything to me. And I know what I'm about to say, it will sound cold and dismissive of our past, your past, but I just—I can't help but think that this was supposed to happen. Me and you. I want it to be true. I want the world and fate and whatever else to have conspired for us to be together—no, not together. Beside each other. Beside each other, at each other's back, protecting each other.

"I love you. I love you so much, Derek. And I think we would have gotten here, one way or another, no matter what, because I just can't—I don't want to think about a universe where I don't love you. Because that universe's Stiles would be the most miserable Stiles of all, and because that means you'll be miserable, and that terrifies me more than anything else in my life ever has, Derek.

"I know you love me. I know you do. It's written in every thing you do. Every single thing. From waking me up with your world famous stealing the blankets maneuver to letting me talk so much, oh my god you dork, I think I have finally found my limit!"

I don't normally write smut. But I wanted a love confession between Stiles & Derek while they made love and this is exactly it ❤ Well, not exactly, since Stiles actually talks more before this, and because this is less smut and more feelings, but you get the point! Which is a very sappy, Stereky love confession that is 1000% self-indulgent!! xD.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I write from start to finish. I could write out of order, but then I'd mess up the timeline and nobody wants a messed up timeline. Teen Wolf did that, and as profoundly confusing and amusing as it is, I'm just built different ;)

H: How would you describe your style?

Hmm. Honestly? I feel like I'm still finding it. Sometimes I write very purple prosey stuff, but then I just write as simple as I can?? Idk. Sometimes I write with a focus on emotions and sometimes I just want to focus on the plot... it's all over the place lol. But if I had to say it in a word: Experimental. Yup, that's it. Experimental is my style!

I'm answering this fanfic writer ask game, btw, if anyone else is interested is sending some to me <3

[bausbitch]

Lucky Man

Reid x she/her! Model! Reader

Ik I'm going off of my usual gender neutral reader so if you'd like me to do specific pronoubs please do tell!!!!

Requested once again by my angel @lilac-monster

In which Morgan malfunctions and says 'my maN' a lot pffft

Panic

That's what you felt

Ok so

Let me explain why you felt such a way

You were famous ✨

A model 🔥🔥🔥

Secc model

🥵🥵

And you got quite a lot of fan mail

But that was all normal

What WASN'T normal

Was the involuntary nudes you got in the mail

Like

You opened it

And

Surprise!!!!

You in the shower!!!

You getting OUT of the shower!!!!

You changing back stage!!!

And so you were in Paris right

So you were like

Ok lemme suck it up

So you finished the show

Looking fresh 🥵🔥🤩💥

Then you went back home

Bc you missed Spencer

And bc you were freaked the fuck out

Bc the letters kept getting worse

It was,,,, concerning

So you went home

And you knew he was at work

Bc like

FBI tingz 😗✌

BUT

There was a PACKAGE

at your front door

At it had some very fun stuff in it

LIKE YOUR BRA

Bra In A Box™

so you were like

Why don't I go to my bfs job

And ya know

Ask for help

So you do 🥰

You pull up

Still in your like

Work clothes

Like

v sexy runway clothes

But still like

Proper clothes??

Yknow?

So anyways

You pulled up

Went inside

And you're like

"Hey I need help"

And jjs like

Uhhhhh

And you show her the box, the love letters, and pictures

And she's like

uHHH

So she,, very gracefully,,,, convinced the team to help

Well hotch

So she's like

"Yoyoyo new case 🤪"

So they all sat down

And JJ pulled up with the pictures of the box and everything

AND SPENCER WENT 😳

Then he saw your bra and he's like-

Wait a damn minute

waIT A DAMN MINUTE

then JJ was like

Famous model, yn yln, came in-

And reid

!!!!!

He's like

"That's my gf!!!"

Que everyone going

👁👄👁

Bc

We love him

But Spence is a nERD

PFFFT

MorGAN WAS SO SHOCKED

He was proud

Don't get his skeptical face wrong

"No way"

And he's just nodding

And he pulls out his phone

And shows them his camera roll

Turns out

You were a dork too

But ok

You looked HOT a LOT

Omg look at me spitting bars

Move over cardi 💁

Mira's here to take over

Okokokokok

ANYGAYS

So now the team had PROOF

That you guys were

💥together💥

But anyways

Then they remembered

YOU CAME TO THE BAU PFFGT

WITH A CASE

So jj was like

Ok so

Yn yln came in today with a bunch of naked photos, her bra and ten love letters

And Spencer's like

Wtf

Why she bringing her nudes to my place of work

The disrespect

But JJ goes on

"She believes she has a stalker, bc the noodz weren't voluntary"

And Spencer RUNS outside

"BABY, ANGEL, PRINCESS, QUEEN, BABE, HONEY, ARE YOU OK???"

yes

He did in fact yell that

🤭

But you were sitting there, playing

🤩Mario Kart 🤩

And you looked up

And you still had your runway makeup on pffft

I used to be a model and PFFFT

You were SO tired

Show last night, flight first thing after and then arriving in Quantico first thing in the morning

All in heels

And a tight dress

In makeup

No sleep

Bc you had a stalker

You didn't even have time to change when you got back

Bc

Bra in a box™

So you looked up

And you still looked stunning

Bc

Natural beauty 🤭

And he gasped

And so did the rest of the office undiehwi2

EMILY'S GAY ASS LMAO

Same though

Okokikikok

Morgan, who was still very much in shock, literally ran to you

To meet you obviously

And so did the rest of the team

But they walked

Lmfao Morgan you extra bitch

"Hello I'm Derek Morgan"

And you're like

"Lmfao I know and I know all of you PFFFT"

And Spencer's all

"Wow way to expose me yn smh"

But then you remember

You haven't slePT

IN LIKE

48 HOURS

So you're like

"So can you guys help me??? I litch rally have not slept in two days"

And they're like

Oh yeah lmao

So throughout the whole case

Ya boy Spence gets teased by everyone

But also comforted bc,,,, his gf has a stalker

But allegedly she's also WAY out of his league pfft

Stfu Spence Reid is HOT 🥵🥴

Hot hot hot

We got it!!!

Ok sorry I was watching polar express when I wrote that

So they solved the case

It was actually a stalker

And

Gasp

It was your agent!!!!

He was FIRED

And Spencer went home

And you made besties with the bau

😌

YOU READ MY MIND HONEY IDK HOW YOU DID BUT YOU DID PFFFT

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[florenceandthemachine]

talk to me about stiles and jackson sharing clothes. jackson, who has never worn anything that isn’t designer, in stiles’ flannel shirts from walmart because they smell like him and they make him feel close to stiles when they’re apart all day at school. and stiles in jackson’s preppy little button-ups and his leather jackets, feeling a little ridiculous at first, but melting every time jackson grins and pulls him in for a hungry, possessive kiss :’)

It starts, like so many big things do, in a small way. 

They didn’t have a lot of opportunity to do something as simple as switching a shirt when they were in high school. They got together in their junior year, around Christmas break (in a way that both romantic and heartfelt and adorable, but that’s a tale for a different time) but all of the regular cute couples things were somewhat out of the question for them.

Date nights weren’t watching movies or going out to eat, they were fighting villains and dodging bullets.

Study breaks were spent scrabbling for any information on the newest mythological beings, not rewarding one another with kisses after mock SAT questions.

And Jackson felt a pang of irritation whenever a normal human couple did anything like wear a matching outfit in his visual range, because when it came to clothing, his concern was finding anything that was free of blood, tears, or other supernatural goop—not being cute with his boyfriend. He was... a little bitter about that particular path of things, honestly.

On a game day, for example, Stiles couldn’t sit in the stands and wear Jackson’s jersey and cheer him on, because he was wearing his own jersey, on the field, getting cheered on himself.

There was no point in giving Stiles his letter jacket to wear, because Jackson had bought him his own (and while he was livid with his own stupidity in missing that opportunity, the low thrum of pride Stiles gave off whenever he wore it, no matter how hard he denied it, would always be worth it to Jackson).

Hell, even after late night sleepovers, they still stuck to their own wardrobe; Jackson was broad while Stiles was stick thin, and Stiles was lanky where Jackson was lean, so it was only comfortable to stick with what they had.

—

The summer before senior year, though, everything changed.

Mostly because Stiles disappeared for two weeks.

(It was way more than that, he insisted, it was closer to six months than two weeks; but when he mentioned that, he could hear Jackson’s heart actually break, and he had long since given up trying to figure out how time worked in different dimensions.)

Once he rejoined the land of the living, the first thing Jackson did (after refusing to let Stiles out of his sight for days and crying, quietly, which wouldn’t have been funny in the best of times) was teach him how to fight. Stiles was already apt with his baseball bat, a lacrosse stick, and a handful of mountain ash, so Jackson took it on himself to teach Stiles all of the dirty tricks he had learned from Derek and Scott—he basically gave Stiles his own werewolf how-to, and wasn't satisfied until even Derek noticed how strong he was getting.

The second thing Jackson did, which he absolutely did not tell anyone about and had every intention on keeping this himself, was steal three or four undershirts from Stiles gym bag and keep them in the back of his closet. It helped him, loathe as he was to admit it, to have a ready-source of Stiles scent on the rare nights they were apart. 

Stiles, the nosy fucker, found out almost immediately. 

Jackson was rendered speechless as Stiles pulled out the undershirts, his face beet read and mouth clamped shut, and his heart sunk as Stiles left the room, his face going from beet red to sheet white, and he stumbled over himself trying to chase Stiles down, worst case scenarios running through his mind, stealing Stiles clothing was weird, he knew it was weird, he was so stupid, why did he—

He was so caught up in his mind that he almost tripped over Stiles, who had not run from the house in disgust (the relief Jackson felt was palpable) but instead was rooting through his backpack.

He was silent as he stood up, one of Jackson’s ridiculously expensive watches in his fingers, and Jackson’s mind was stuck in a reboot until Stiles spoke, taking his turn to go beet red. 

“I get it. I, uh, I stole the heaviest one out of your drawer, the weight is... comforting? I guess? I don’t know, it’s so weird, I’m so sorry,but I know you don’t wear them anyway. It just... I thought that if I got taken again, I would have still had this, from you, so I wouldn’t forget you.”

The old Jackson would have snarked that yeah, it’s the heaviest watch he owns because it’s a fucking platinum built Rolex Daytona, there are custom diamonds in the watch face, it cost more than his Porsche so give it the fuck back right now before you scratch it.

This Jackson didn’t have a chance to say any of that, because he was busy wrapping Stiles in his arms, whispering that no matter what happened, Stiles would never be taken from him ever again. Another truly embarrassing moment, at least it would have been if Stiles wasn’t clinging back to him just as hard. 

—

Things are... better after that. But even Jackson can admit, the bar was fucking low.

Stiles had filled out in his time... away. His shoulders were broader and while he was still built for speed, he was no longer swimming in any of Jackson’s clothes—and even better, Jackson had an easier time getting his scent fix from Stiles when he could actually fit into Stiles shirts (instead of just burying his face in them, late at night when he was alone, rutting into his mattress like a bitch in heat). 

Jackson looked surprised in himself the first time he shrugged on one of Stiles long sleeved, flannel monstrosities, the softness of the fabric a pleasant surprise against his skin. 

Stiles, on the other hand, was a mess. The colors made Jackson just look so... soft, so good, and even as his heart swelled his mouth was going a mile a minute, because how dare Jackson look so good in one of his shirts, the same shirt that even Scott said made him look like a giant dork, the audacity, the fucking nerve—

He shuts up quick when Jackson crowds into his space, hands on his hips.

“Stiles, it only looks good on me because it’s something you love. I look my best when I feel like I’m yours. I look... no, I am my best when I’m with you.”

And, hell, even if Stiles wanted to argue with that, he couldn’t find his voice. 

—

Jackson gains a knack for blending their wardrobes after that, matching up one of Stiles heavy flannels with his own thousand dollar jeans, or walking around his house in one of Stiles jerseys over his boxers. 

Stiles isn’t... as comfortable as Jackson is to start.

He still has Jackson’s watch, and he wears it almost every day. Jackson may have superhuman speed and senses, but there is something about that consistant weight, right on his pulse point, that helps him head off many a panic attack before they arise.

He develops a habit of tapping against the face of the watch with his free hand. Jackson looks concerned at first, but when he brings it up, Stiles just blushes and says “oh, uh. I don’t know, I was just thinking of you is all.”

It’s all Jackson’s fault that their late for fourth period after that, because he basically drags Stiles to the nearest janitor closet to cover himself in Stiles scent in a decidedly sexy way.

Overall, Jackson wants to push—he really, really does—but he knows well enough not to. He knows that Stiles treats his many many layers as a defense in the same way Jackson had hid behind his own glamour and flashy personality, so even though he would give his left leg to see Stiles in one of his well worn jackets or even a jersey, he bides his time.

For once in his life, fate seems to be on his side, because he doesn’t have to wait long. 

—

They make the determination early on to try and experience as much humanity as physically possible in their senior year, and a staple of humanity was Lydias house parties.  Lydia had grown into herself as well (not that anyone other than pack would notice the difference), but her ragers were the social event of the lifetime, and Jackson and Stiles basically had standing invitations. 

This particular party was for something something Fall Homecoming Midterms something, Jackson wasn’t paying attention. Winter had come on a little early, and even though it was plenty warm when they showed up at the lake house, the temperature dipped by the time Lydia kisses them goodbye, and Stiles was shivering by the time they were halfway to the car. 

Jackson doesn’t even roll his eyes before he shrugs out of his jacket, which was more of an accessory than anything—werewolves always ran hot—and draped it over Stiles shoulders. 

Stiles, again, went red, his mouth clamping shut as he felt the leather on his skin, and Jackson finally felt confident enough (or maybe buzzed enough, Lydia was wicked with her wolfsbane punch once she had the ratio down pat) to mention it.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it.”

“What?”

“Seriously, Stiles. It’s okay if you don’t like wearing my things.”

Stiles just looked at him like he grew a second head, and Jackson let out a grunt as he shook his head.

“Come on, I’m not an idiot. I know it makes you uncomfortable. I can just start carrying another jacket for you in the car, and,” and he was thankful Stiles wouldn’t hear his heartbeat twitch, “and if it makes you that uncomfortable, I’ll stop wearing your clothes too.”

It would kill him, but he would, if that was what Stiles wanted.

To his credit, Stiles recovered quickly, squawking out his disapproval as he pulled Jackson aside, out of the path of some of the partygoers behind them.

“Baby, no. I love you wearing my clothes.” 

Jackson pretended that his entire body didn’t flood with relief. 

“Then what the fuck, Stiles? You think I wouldn’t love seeing you in my stuff too?”

“Jacks, that’s the fucking problem! I would... I would love it. Too much.”

Steady heartbeat. Jackson resisted the urge to call bullshit and waited for Stiles to continue.

“I... I love it, Jackson. I love wearing your jacket and I love wearing your watch, but it overwhelms me sometimes, even... even with something as simple as your jacket, I feel good. It feels so fucking good because it feels... it feels like I’m yours, but more than that. It literally makes me feel like I belong to you, and it feels so fucked up to love it as much as I do, but I do love it, and I love you, and I feel so guilty because it’s so creepy and I don’t want to be putting you in that position, and it scares me because the last time I felt like someone else had this much power over me I was killing my friends and—“

Jackson’s lips are on his in second, hungry and needing, but also giving Stiles the headspace to come down from his panic and inhale. Jackson has him pinned against the Porsche and Stiles fucking mewls, the blush blooming across his face and neck as Jackson finally comes up for air. His voice is panting, soft, hesitant but so hopeful when he speaks next.

“You don’t... think it’s creepy, or weird? You’re okay with this?”

Jackson growls, low in his throat, eyes flashing blue as he boxes Stiles in with his hips, letting Stiles feel how very okay with it he really is. When he speaks, his words are low, lisped through a mouth full of fangs.

“You. Are. Mine.”

The wave of relief he can smell wash over Stiles is like a tsunami, but stronger still is the deep scent of arousal, and Jackson opens the passenger door of the Porsche and all but throws Stiles inside as he bolts to the drivers side, fully prepared to break several laws on their way home.

At the end of the night, their clothes are strewn all over Jackson’s room, and Stiles is panting, sore and sweating and so, so happy, fingers bouncing along the metal watch band as Jackson pulls him close.

“I’m yours.” he murmurs as Jackson snuffs along his neck, still very much wolfed out, a possessive streak a mile wide taking root in Jackson’s brain as he tugs Stiles even closer. 

“Mine.” he repeats, for the thousandth time that night. “All mine.”

Things are quiet for a moment as Stiles feels a new level of happiness bloom, deep in his gut.

(Three days later, Stiles walks in to school wearing a henley that feels like it’s lighter than air, sitting just right to show off the sharp lines of his collarbone, and the edge of a hickey he wishes would never fade. Jackson joins him easily, wearing a Fantastic Four graphic tee shirt for fucks sake, hand sliding around Stiles’ waist in a possessive way that makes his entire body go fuzzy.

“Stiles?”

“Yeah baby?”

Jackson is grinning at him now, a predators smile that would be terrifying if it were anyone but Jackson.

“I love you too.”)

[ao3feed-sterek]

A drag queen and a cop walk into an apartment building...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xAxPCp

by DropsOfAddiction

Stiles tries not to whimper as Derek gets closer. Stiles had forgotten just how intense space invader Derek could be.

If Derek was boner inducing when Stiles knew him before, equal parts terrifying and sexy, back at the age of twenty four, well... it’s not a patch on what thirty year old Derek’s got going for him.

Derek’s still got a stupid leather jacket and his black hair is slightly longer than Stiles remembers. The stubble is longer too, not quite a beard but still neatly shaped in a way that makes his cheekbones stand out.

And the eyes, shit, the eyes. He’s staring at Stiles with this stormy mix of grey, blue and about a thousand other colours thrown in and Stiles couldn’t break eye contact if he wanted to.

Derek fucking Hale, ladies and gentlemen.

Words: 16183, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Cora Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Feels, Wolf Derek Hale, Derek Hale is a Softie, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Firefighter Derek Hale, Detective Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Come Eating, Licking, Barebacking, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Deepthroating, Fucking, Fingerfucking, Biting, Scenting, Scent Marking, Danger, Stiles Stilinski's Scent, Love Confessions, Dorks in Love, Possessive Derek Hale, Protective Derek, Jealous Derek Hale, Coming Untouched, Mutual Pining, Sleepy Derek Hale, Some Humor, Masturbation in Shower, Idiots in Love

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xAxPCp

[exkernal]

Philosophy Class for Rock Bottom Demons: 2/3

Maybe coming to Earth wasn't such a great idea after all.

Michael's in that gaudy Arizona dive bar, but it's gaudy in an Eleanor-way, like Minion plushies and shrimp dispensaries. The light's too bright here, like a spotlight that won't stop following him. It's jarring, seeing Eleanor in that little red dress; he's so used to "Real Eleanor's" conservative garb.

"Look, surprisingly sexy bartender, I'ma tell it to you straight: it's my birthday and I want to make some bad decisions. Like baaaad. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout."

He doesn't.

"If it's not you, it's going to be my Uber driver. I've already hooked up with three Uber drivers. And I'm not saying that the last one was a budding serial killer or anything, but I am saying that I can't rule him out as not a budding serial killer either. So what's it going to be?"

"Um, what?" Michael says. He wonders if there's another glass for him to pretend to clean.

"Come on, man," Eleanor slides closer to him. Too close: there's no space between them anymore. Eleanor's finger curls around his white hair. "Do you want me or not?"

Well, okay then. Yes. Okay. This is...yes.

He kissed Eleanor before, one night under the Michael-made stars, the night when they were both desperate enough to willingly venture into the depths of hell (and that's not even a cheesy metaphor). It shouldn't shock him so much to feel her body against his, to feel her hands running through his hair and cupping his face. The sensation of her tongue in his mouth is still strange, but he's a fast learner. He can't recall why he was so adamantly against kissing before.

As it escalates, going faster than he can anticipate, he hears voices in his head. One that sounds like Janet reminds him that the Judge could check on them at any moment. One that sounds like Chidi at the height of his philosophy professor glory frets about the morality of his actions. Then there's Shawn's voice, telling him to ignore that four-eyed, Kant-loving dweeb.

He's a bit concerned about that last voice, though not enough to stop.

*****

"Okay, so it definitely wasn't a good idea to piss off the Judge, and I'm sorry for getting us trapped on Earth--"

"Michael," Janet interrupts. "It's fine. Let's go help the humans."

"Right," Michael says. His smile takes over his entire face. "Let's go."

*****

Michael's stuck here on Earth until the inevitable death of the universe (but no one likes spoilers). While the humans are alive, he'll do everything in his power to get them into the Good Place. After that...well, after that he'll still have Janet. They'll figure it out from there.

"I still look like me, right?" he asks Janet as the two of them hang out in their new journalism department headquarters. It's night now, the time when he and Janet, as two sleepless beings, can truly talk.

"What do you mean?" Janet says.

"My fingers don't look more, uh, tentacle-like, do they? I don't look more on fire than usual?"

She smiles knowingly. "You look the same as always, Michael. Your demonic appearance isn't slipping through."

"Oh good," he says. For a moment he was afraid that he'd live out his earthly existence as a Godzilla monster.

At night, he thinks about the point system. He keeps noticing all of the little ways that humans lose points. Littering. Sneezing into their hands then touching a railing. Listening to music in public without earbuds. Listening to country music, period. But then, he's also noticing the little acts of kindness: picking up someone else's litter; holding the door open; offering up a tissue and reassurance to a crying stranger at a bus stop.

Not for the first time, he wonders how the points are weighed. Why does bingeing trash TV and making rude comments cancel out someone's sincere if imperfect effort to change? Why don't they count up the million little ways a person's presence can bring out the best in someone else?

*****

This was a horrible decision. Why hadn't he listened to Janet when she tried to warn him? Why did he always ruin everything?

"Michael," Janet says softly. "Please talk to me."

"It's all my fault," he says hollowly. "I should've listened to you. I shouldn't have meddled."

"It is true that everyone should listen to me because I'm a being who literally knows everything," Janet says, but the joke doesn't land with Michael, not right now. "The past is the past. Beating yourself up won't change it."

"All I wanted was to get them into the Good Place," he says. He should be crying, like he did on the platform, but for some reason he can't feel anything. Just numbness, like he's lost his link to his corporeal body. "Now, because of me, they will definitely go to the Bad--"

His voice cracks. Oh, there it is: those tricky, pesky emotions.

Janet's arm slinks around his shoulders. He lets himself sink into her surprisingly warm embrace.

"I'm no expert," she says, "but I think this is just another part of being human; accepting that not everything will go your way."

He supposes she's right.

"Come on," she says. "Let's try some authentic Earth froyo."

*****

"What's the big deal, Eleanor? She found a man who makes her happy. And, if you ask me, she made a good choice. Do you know how awesome it is to talk architecture with someone who actually knows what they're talking about? Someone who doesn't just want to add more spider volcanoes and blood rivers? It's so refreshing! Such a creative challenge! Such a--"

"Michael!" Eleanor snaps, arms crossed over her chest. "Focus, dude!"

"Oh, uh, sorry, got a little sidetracked," he smiles sheepishly.

"Look, dude, Dave might be your BFF now, but women like my mom don't go for guys like him without an ulterior motive."

"Why not?" Michael asks, confused.

"Puh-lease. The Donna Shellstrops of the world are trashy but in a hot way, with bods that just won't quit even after all of the questionable things they've put them through. Dave's a dork with glasses and a boner for architecture--no offense."

Offense very much taken. He doesn't know why he's so affronted by Eleanor's skepticism, but he is, deeply. Maybe he's offended on behalf of his new friend. Yeah, that's definitely the reason.

And what's so bad about glasses, anyway? He happens to think they make a person look refined.

*****

"Those are my memories," Eleanor says. "I want them back."

But here's the thing: Eleanor doesn't know Michael this go around, not really. She knows Michael the Benevolent Being, Michael the Slightly Eccentric Force for Good. The Michael who may have done some questionable things in the past, but is now her biggest supporter.

She doesn't know Michael the Demon, who begged for help while calling her a disgusting little cockroach. The Michael who gleefully tortured her, then cackled in her face when she found out. She doesn't know Michael the Manipulator, the Michael who tortured Chidi for petty fun, the Michael of ill-advised hookups.

That Michael is better off forgotten.

That's the reason why he doesn't want to show her. Well, the main reason. He's also sick of all the schmoopsy lovey Chidi moments, yuck. Don't get him wrong, he knows Chidi is good for Eleanor. He helps her become a better person, and if nothing else, he wants her to be her best self. But does he really need that love fest paraded around in front of him?

Once she's finished, he starts babbling. She cuts him off.

"I'm not mad at you. I can't be mad at a demon for being evil."

Well. He's not sure how to feel about that. He should be relieved that she's not mad, but he's not. She expects demons to be evil? Does Eleanor expect him to be evil?

Of course, she starts ranting about how super intelligent tarantula squids control everything, so he doesn't have time to dwell on it.

*****

Erasing Chidi's memory is absolutely the right decision; he knows because Chidi, the czar of moral philosophy, says so. But as he learned at his first annoying philosophy class, the right thing is often as painful as any torture he could dream up.

It was also right to show Chidi and Eleanor their joint memories, as painful as that is. They deserve this. He stays back to give them privacy, but he doesn't leave completely, because it's better to get the memory wipe over with.

Distance doesn't matter much to demons, anyway. He can still see them cry and comfort each other. His chest feels tight and painful, like it's burning. Wait, is is? Did his human outfit slip somehow? But no, he's still regular Michael. His chest just aches unbearably because he can't stand watching Chidi and Eleanor hurt.

Especially Eleanor.

*****

When Eleanor asks if his freak out was fake in her you-sly-dog voice, he smiles tightly, shuffles his feet, and agrees.

Lying is probably the right decision.

*****

He has no proof, but he's pretty sure that pink pastel wallpaper was invented in the Bad Place. It certainly feels like torture, staring at the walls of Mindy's bedroom. He could always leave, he supposes, but he'd rather face Derek's creepy sex toys than the humans right now.

So of course that's the moment that Eleanor walks through the door.

"Hey," she says, playing with the hem of her blue shirt. He's grown rather fond of her impeccable Fake Architect wardrobe. One of his favorite parts of the experiment is coordinating outfits with her.

"Hey," he says thickly, barely looking up.

"Can I sit down?"

"Sure."

The mattress dips with her weight.

"Michael, I want you to know that I never stopped trusting you, I just...wasn't sure how good an actor Vicki is."

"She sucks," Michael says. "My Australian accent's so much better."

He thinks Eleanor's smiling.

"Right. Still, I should've known. Sorry."

He shrugs. "I shouldn't have lied. I'm sorry too."

"Look at us, two pathetic chumps apologizing and shirt."

"Heh."

"Hey, bud?" Eleanor says. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," he says quickly.

Eleanor is surprisingly gentle when she says, "I thought we said no more lying."

That startles him enough to look up.

"I--" he starts. He bunches his pant legs in his fists. "It's--I can't explain it."

"It's about the fire squid thing, isn't it?"

"No!" he shouts. "No, it's...okay," he admits, shoulders sagging, "it's about the fire squid thing."

"Michael, nothing's changed," she says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We still love you the same. Actually, scratch that, Jason probably loves you more now. Seriously, dude, you're gonna have to strip for him if you ever want him to shut up."

Michael snorts despite himself.

"I know I'm probably being stupid--"

"You are definitely being stupid," she cuts him off. "Knock it off. We can only afford one Jason Mendoza in this group."

"Yeah, okay. It's just.. hard, sometimes, being the only demon."

"Do you want us to keep gloopy Glenn?"

"No, Glenn sucks. Okay, maybe that's just Shawn's millennia of bullying talking. What I mean is, I don't always know my place. I tortured you guys, I manipulated you. and it's--I'm not that person anymore, but at the same time, part of me sort of is. I don't know if I'm explaining it right."

"I think I get it," Eleanor says, putting her hand in his. "I've changed so much that sometimes I want to strangle my old self. But at the same time, I can't completely move away from that hot Arizona dumpster fire, because she helped make me who I am today."

"Yes, exactly," he nods. "When I'm with you humans and Janet, I finally feel like I belong. Sometimes I forget that I'm really a, a fire squid, and convince myself that this dashingly good looking body is the real deal. So when I'm confronted with the truth--when my friends found out the truth--"

"But it's not the truth," Eleanor says. "You are who you chose to be; that's the real you. Your friends love you for you, whether you want to be a fire squid or dapper silver fox."

There's that warm chest feeling again, only it's not painful this time.

"You were always my favorite," he tells Eleanor. He's not sure why he's telling her, but it feels right. "I love all of you, but if I had to pick a favorite human, it's you."

"Thanks, man," she says. "You're my favorite demon."

"Low bar," he mutters, and they both laugh.

He looks at Eleanor. He really looks at her.

"Do you want your memories back?" he asks.

She looks at him sharply. "You can do that? What about Janet's machine thingy?"

"I don't need it in the afterlife," he says, standing up in excitement. This is a risky decision, but it's the right one. She deserves to know all of it, and all of him. "Do you want them or not?"

"Here yeah I do. Fork it, let's do it."

He snaps his fingers.

It only takes a fraction of a second, but he can see them all dancing in Eleanor's blue-green eyes.

"Holy forking shirt!" she says. "Wow. Just wow."

Her eyes find his.

"So we have a bit of a complex relationship, huh?"

"What do you mean?" he asks. Why is he suddenly so twitchy?

"I mean, I know I'm a total hottie and everything, but I hooked up with everybody in the afterlife. Chidi, Tahani, you."

"Oh," Michael says. "That."

Suddenly, the pile of gross sex toys is the most fascinating thing in the room.

"Yes, that," Eleanor stands up, forcing his attention back to her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um," he says. "Sorry?"

"Don't be sorry, doofus," she says, swatting his shoulder. "I was the driving force both times. I can see why I'm your favorite now, unless you swap spit with other humans I don't know about."

"First of all, gross. That's gross. Second of all, no."

"Seriously, though, do you want to talk about it? Your feelings, I mean."

He does not. He'd rather get zapped into ooze like poor stupid Glenn or try out that demon strip tease (well, not really). But he's no longer the person who pouts and runs people over with trolleys to avoid his feelings.

So here goes nothing.

"I'm still not great with human feelings. I only just learned why you should never lie to your friends--sorry again. All I can really say is that I care about you. You make me want to be my best self."

Eleanor looks at him. He can't read her face.

"You know I'm in love with Chidi, right?" she says. He knows; he doesn't need her to say. "But you're like the best friend I've ever had. Like ever. I don't know if soulmates are real, but if they are, you're my best friend soulmate. I hope that's good enough."

"Oh, Eleanor," he says. His throat feels tight. "Of course that's enough."

"C'mere, you big softie," she says, pulling him into a tight embrace. He thinks hugs are one of his favorite human things. It's definitely up there, just ahead of paper clips.

She lets go. "Okay, now go kick Shawn's ash."

Oh, he definitely will.

[ao3-sterek]

A drag queen and a cop walk into an apartment building...

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xAxPCp

by DropsOfAddiction

Stiles tries not to whimper as Derek gets closer. Stiles had forgotten just how intense space invader Derek could be.

If Derek was boner inducing when Stiles knew him before, equal parts terrifying and sexy, back at the age of twenty four, well... it’s not a patch on what thirty year old Derek’s got going for him.

Derek’s still got a stupid leather jacket and his black hair is slightly longer than Stiles remembers. The stubble is longer too, not quite a beard but still neatly shaped in a way that makes his cheekbones stand out.

And the eyes, shit, the eyes. He’s staring at Stiles with this stormy mix of grey, blue and about a thousand other colours thrown in and Stiles couldn’t break eye contact if he wanted to.

Derek fucking Hale, ladies and gentlemen.

Words: 16183, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Cora Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Feels, Wolf Derek Hale, Derek Hale is a Softie, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Top Derek Hale, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Firefighter Derek Hale, Detective Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Come Eating, Licking, Barebacking, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Deepthroating, Fucking, Fingerfucking, Biting, Scenting, Scent Marking, Danger, Stiles Stilinski's Scent, Love Confessions, Dorks in Love, Possessive Derek Hale, Protective Derek, Jealous Derek Hale, Coming Untouched, Mutual Pining, Sleepy Derek Hale, Some Humor, Masturbation in Shower, Idiots in Love

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[bhadpodcast]

Here’s Tyler Posey panel at the Dutch Comic Con https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nF5Cgd7KIm8 from 4:30 to 5:54 “Being famous sucks!” from 8:10 to 9:50 *Tyler Posey praising and gushing all over Dylan O’Brien and his acting* from 9:51 to 10:31 “Void Stiles is my favorite villain EVER. He’s the coolest! Dylan’s the best actor. He was sooo good – so good! And sexy. Hell yeah” from 10:32 to 11:11 “I’ve always wanted to play Derek. Maybe, maybe it’s – he and Stiles had lots of funny scenes together. And I was just jealous. Damn it! I wanted to be Derek!” from 11:12 to 12:51 Tattoos, The Lost Boy pilot + “I’d do Teen Wolf again!” from 16:44 to 16:53 “My inspiration for music is Blink 182, and more specifically Tom DeLonge. Blink 182!” from 16:54 to 17:10 “My inspiration for acting is my dad. Anybody I admire, ya know – Dylan. I am very inspired by Dylan’s acting” from 18:00 to 18:50 “I was in Jane The Virgin, too! That’s my favorite CW show!” 18:48 *mentions Colton Haynes was on Arrow* from 19:36 to 21:43 *Tyler Posey keeps praising/declaring his undying love for Dylan O’Brien and gushes all over Dylan O’Brien, Sciles, and Scott&Stiles’ “deeper than just friendship” connection* 21:44 *mentions Tyler Hoechlin was on Supergirl* from 21:50 to 22:06 “I love Season 3B. And I also love 6 – all of 6. It’s great! And 2” from 22:45 to 23:30 “Teen Wolf was badass! Being Scott’s the coolest shit ever! I loved being a superhero! I loved being on Teen Wolf!” from 23:35 to 25:21 “Scott and Stiles were losers, ya know? Nobody was friends with them, they were dorks” 26:24 *burps into the mic* from 28:31 to 29:49 “Be the person that everybody wants to work with! Treat everybody as an equal” 29:50 *fart joke* from 29:54 to 30:45 “Any kissing scene with Crystal was awesome. I loved the last episode of Season 6B. I am in a motel room, I am older – I loved that scene! I was honored and proud to film it. That was my coolest moment on Teen Wolf” from 30:53 to 32:00 *says he wasn’t surprised about Allison Argent’s death and that he was super excited for Scott because he wanted to play this kind of broken Scott* from 32:05 to 32:43 *the Sterek scene in Magic Bullet* from 32:44 to 33:28 *Tyler Posey keeps declaring his undying love for Dylan O’Brien completely unprompted* 33:29 to 34:15 “I don’t like to say that anybody is better than anybody else, ya know? They’re all awesome couples! Lydia & Stiles were adorable, Scott & Stiles were adorable, Scott & Allison were adorable. There is no better person. No one is better than anybody” from 34:17 to 35:43 *talks about a roof top scene in Truth Or Dare* from 35:44 to 36:28 “I love Scott, he is the hero! I’d want to play the hero!” from 37:25 to 37:43 “I loved being on set, I–I was the leader? So I gotta set the tone. That’s what I loved” from 37:44 to 38:30 “I’m always down for a Teen Wolf reboot, but it’s not up to me” Plus, https://mobile.twitter.com/cyb3rl1fe/status/1198603359881703424 https://mobile.twitter.com/mcuobsel/status/1198592770493038593 https://mobile.twitter.com/shlcys/status/1198643872081027072 https://mobile.twitter.com/eIevenstiles/status/1198552340908822529 https://mobile.twitter.com/tabakani/status/1198535802801868800 https://mobile.twitter.com/dyIanbriecn/status/1198571689891815425 https://mobile.twitter.com/Octaviasflower/status/1198324675555799046 https://mobile.twitter.com/Octaviasflower/status/1198350233828286464 https://mobile.twitter.com/Octaviasflower/status/1198585908045524992 https://mobile.twitter.com/hellosanshine/status/1198603123591434240 https://mobile.twitter.com/hellosanshine/status/1198606878336585731 https://mobile.twitter.com/arianasdizzee/status/1198600259506757633 https://mobile.twitter.com/hadidcoeur/status/1198553510113095685 https://mobile.twitter.com/maxxverstappen/status/1198603125965426688 https://mobile.twitter.com/maxxverstappen/status/1198604246154960898 https://mobile.twitter.com/cookie_obrien/status/1198404937161555969 https://onlydylanobrien.tumblr.com/post/189267789371/tyler-posey-shows-his-love-for-dylan-obrien “DYLAN O’BRIEN AND I ARE STILL FRIENDS! DYLAN O’BRIEN AND I ARE STILL IN CONTACT! DYLAN O’BRIEN AND I SEE EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME! DYLAN O’BRIEN AND I ARE BEST FRIENDS! I LOVE DYLAN O’BRIEN! I LOVE DYLAN O’BRIEN SO FUCKING MUCH! I LOVE DYLAN O’BRIEN MORE THAN ANYTHING! DYLAN O’BRIEN IS *MY* FRIEND! DYLAN O’BRIEN IS *MY* BABY! DYLAN O’BRIEN IS *MY* BOY!” So yeah... saying that bitter little @liliaeth didn’t get her money’s worth is a huge understatement

[tobythewise]

Y’all are fantastic! I was sent 31 different prompts and wrote over 38k words for these. It was so fun and the reactions were great! Here’s the official Masterpost for them all. You can also search 1k celebration on my page :)

Dirty Dancing- Jace/Simon (Rated E)

“Oh god,” Jace whimpers as he looks right into his own face. The surface under his hands being a mirror. Jace sucks in a sharp breath as Simon’s hands find his ass. Jace clears his throat. “How do you wanna do this?” Simon smirks over Jace’s shoulder, the quirk of his lips undeniably sexy. “You know I love you, right?” When Jace nods, Simon adds, “I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”

Jeans and Flannels- Destiel (Rated M)

“I’m wearing jeans and a flannel, Cas. I didn’t realize that was a thing for you. Besides, it’s not like I meant to turn you on.” Castiel rolls his eyes, pointing an accusing finger at Dean. “It was not the flannel. It’s what you’re wearing under your jeans and you may not have meant to do it but it has happened nonetheless.”

Like I Don’t- Destiel (Rated E)

“You know I love you, right?” Dean says, his voice deep yet unwavering, completely steady while Castiel shudders and writhes, coming apart at his seams. “I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”

Playing Pretend- Dean/Benny (Rated E)

Dean’s walking through the abandoned alley, his spine straightening when he hears footsteps sound behind him. Dean picks up his pace, his belly warming with anticipation. Between one blink and another, Dean’s face presses into the cement building, a warm presence against his back. Hot breath tickles against his ear as a deep, husky voice whispers in his ear, “pretend you don’t like it.”

Enough- Magnus/Alec (Rated E)

"I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright."

Focus- Magnus/Alec (Rated E)

"Quiet or someone will hear you." and "Not until you beg."

���We What?’- Raphael/Jace/Simon (Rated G)

“Don’t worry,” Raphael says, trying to give Jace a teasing smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “I’m sure he’ll pick you.” “No way,” Jace argues straight away. “If he’s gonna pick one of us it’s gonna be you. You’re way nicer than me. I’m a huge asshole.” “You’re really not. Maybe at first but once someone gets to know you they’ll realize what a softie you secretly are.” “Oh my god, Raph! You can’t just go saying shit like that! I have a reputation to uphold!”

Raphael’s Dork- Raphael/Simon (Rated G)

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.” AND “You know, I didn’t ask for any of this. But do you know why I put up with it all? It’s because I love you."

Going Up- Magnus/Alec (Rated G)

The one where they get stuck in an elevator together and flirting ensues.

Medicine and Love Confessions- Destiel (Rated G)

Castiel takes care of his best friend, Dean, while he's sick. Love confessions ensue.

Letting It Slip- Destiel (Rated E)

Dean accidentally lets slip he's interested in calling Cas Daddy in bed and Castiel LOVES it wholeheartedly.

Angelic Captain America- Magnus/Alec (Rated T)

Magus takes care of Alec after he's injected with a serum during a hunt. Alec wakes up, having to learn to deal with the after-effects, which he learns, isn't all bad.

Don’t Cross A Lightwood-Bane- Gen (Rated G)

Max is kidnapped by Camille, who just wants some revenge on Magnus.

Marry Me- Derek/Stiles (Rated G)

Stiles saves Derek. Again. And it makes the alpha realize he doesn't wanna live another day without Stiles always by his side.

In More Than Name- Destiel (Rated E)

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are arranged to be married in order to bring together Heaven and Hell. But they both wish for this marriage to be more than a political treaty. When they get to their hotel room, they realize, maybe they truly are a 'match made in Heaven' when they see each other's soulmate marks.

Convincing Sammy- Destiel (Rated G)

Dean uses his best friend in order to convince his little brother he's NOT sad and lonely. But having Cas pressed up against him in a booth has his body responding in the most embarrassing way. Hopefully Cas doesn't notice...

Noone to Fight (But Someone to Love)- Simon/Jace (Rated E)

Simon comes home to find his pregnant mate nesting. Jace complains about having too much energy and nothing to do with it. Simon makes a sexy suggestion.

Spite Date- Destiel (Rated T)

Dean agrees to a blind date set up by Sam. It does not start as expected.

Arrangements- Magnus/Alec (Rated E)

Alec and Magnus' arrangement started about a year ago. They lived across the hall from each other, becoming quick friends. Their dating lives sucked so one drunken night, they decided to scratch each other’s itches. Whenever one of them needed some stress relief, the other would provide, no strings attached. Only, a few months in, Alec knew he was falling for Magnus. He desperately wants those strings and every time they sleep together is a struggle not to confess those feelings.

Drama Teachers are Dramatic- Magnus/Alec (Rated G)

Alec agrees to chaperone the high school prom with his drama teacher boyfriend. ‘Drama’ ensues. 

Mine and Only Mine- Destiel (Rated E)

Dean gets jealous when a stranger at the bar touches Cas. Dean marks Cas as his in the parking lot. Cas loves every second of it.

Let Me Take Care of You- Magnus/Alec (Rated E)

Alec gets himself a Sugar Daddy and through their arrangement, he finds out more about himself and slowly falls in love.

Relaxation- Sam/Gabriel/Rowena (Rated E)

“Are you alright, Darling?” Rowena asks, reaching forward and running her thumb over Gabriel’s cheek. Gabriel feels his walls coming down. He can be the prankster, the clown, the easygoing silly guy, but with these two, he doesn’t feel the need to put on that mask. “I’m alright. I’m just glad I’m home. It’s been a crazy week.” Sam kisses the back of his neck and his body shivers. “We know,” Sam whispers, his hot breath fanning over his ear. He can’t stop himself from squirming in Sam’s lap, groaning when he feels the hot press of Sam’s dick below him. “Since it’s Friday, we thought we’d help you decompress and take care of you.”

Be More Specific- Magnus/Alec (Rated E)

Alec doesn’t know what ‘Netflix n chill’ really means until Magnus spells it out for him. 

Nothing But the Truth- Jace/Simon (Rated G)

Jace is hit with a truth spell. Simon finds this hilarious until suddenly, it's less funny and more heartfelt.

Church is Alec’s Spirit Animal- Magnus/Alec (Rated G)

Alec follows a certain cat blog on Instagram. It makes him happy, okay?! Izzy finds out and messages said account. The rest is history.

In the Mirror- Magnus/Alec (Rated E)

"I want you to dominate me."

Working Together- Derek/Stiles (Rated G)

Stiles and Derek are trapped in a room together until they can figure out how to work together. Stiles uses this as an opportunity to air out the elephant in the room and finally get to the bottom of what's going on between them.

Truth or Dare- Dean/Benny/Cas (Rated E)

The one where Cas, Benny, and Dean finally get together during a tipsy game of Truth or Dare.

Black Widow’s Got Nothing on Magnus Bane- Magnus/Alec (Rated T)

Magnus is kidnapped. Magnus is also a BAMF. 

Kickstarting Labor- Destiel (Rated M)

Benny and Garth try to think of ideas to help a cranky Dean jump start his labor.

[lifebeginsbyleaving]

Spooky ol’ woods alone

Derek is the worst boyfriend ever, and Stiles will be so disappointed in him.

***AN*** I wrote this for last years spooky week (so its not that good), but didn't finish it till months later. So here ya go.

Also I’m sure you've seen it but this is the best, so watch it again.

 DEREK P.O.V. To say I was stressed was an understatement. I was frantic. I mean the desperation in my eyes would normally make Erica laugh, but apparently holding a couples costume of a slutty nurse and a doctor in one hand, and peas and carrots costumes in the other made her take pity on me.

"Put that back you know Stiles would say something like that it's unfair the gender roles enforced on people and that how the woman being slutty and not the man is completely bogus and he'd make you wear the nurses outfit just to prove a point." Her eyes lit up with a devilish glint that matched the horns and tail she was wearing. "On second thought-"

"You're right." She deflated a bit as I set it back on the shelf. "But the only other one they have is this one. Erica, we can not throw a Halloween party that will out do Lydia's from last year dressed as vegetables!"

"That's why Boyd ordered our costume weeks ago. Why didn't you?" I sighed as I realized how terrible of a boyfriend I am and doubled down on my effort to search every shelf in the last store in Beacon Hills.

"Because I looked and looked and I couldn't find anything that meant enough, so I just stopped looking thinking I'd eventually think of it. And then it was two days before so I rushed a Han and Leia costume. But then Scott showed me pics of him and Allison dressed up last year as them and Stiles went as Chewie. And now we're here in this fucking store that has gender roles and healthy foods! God I messed up. I just wanted to find something special, you know something that I saw and it was just, us. Something that would make stiles happy."

"You, you big dork. You, make Stiles happy." Half my face lifted with the hope that statement brought and half fell knowing I don't deserve him which resulted in a face I'd imagine looked like I was constipated.

"Ugggggh. That's not good enough."

"Why? Why are you making such a big deal of this? It can't be the party because no one expects you to throw a better party than the queen herself. Is it because it's your first Halloween together?"

"No, well sort of. Look, a couple months back Stiles was over watching tv and he was looking for something to watch. As he was scrolling he paused on nightmare before Christmas. I joked that it was to far away from Halloween to watch it, and then he smelled of sadness so I thought maybe he really wanted to watch it. I apologized and said we could watch it if he wanted to. But then he just held the remote and looked at the carpet as his scent alternated from sad to happy. I was about to ask him what was wrong when he quietly spoke. 'Me and my mom used to watch Halloween movies together.' I just understood instantly. There are things that are personal and special, some you share some you don't. I wanted to be there, but I didn't want to pressure him so I told him how Laura, Cora, and my mom used to say they were the witches from hocus pocus and that they'd eat me if I wasn't good."

When I looked up I could see Erica's face soften into a fond smile. I continued my search on the bottom shelf of aisle nine and my story.

"And then he told me how they would hide the candy from his dad and eat it and watch Halloween movies while he was on night shift. Then I told him about the year I went as a tax consultant because Laura dared me to. He talked about how he went as a sheriff five years in a row until he outgrew his originally way too big uniform."

Also about how his dad would pin his badge on him and it made Stiles feel like he could protect people someday just like his dad. And I admitted that it made me feel important, like the pack trusted me to be responsible when I took my cousins out trick or treating, but those were not things I wanted to tell Erica just then so I went on.

"At some point he had turned on the movie with it playing in the background we just went back and forth all night talking about our favorite Halloween traditions. When silence finally fell we realized the movie was over and half way into the next. In the silence I ached for old memories and I could tell he did too."

Erica didn't know what to do with my sadness so I told her what Stiles did.

"In true Stiles fashion the silence didn't last long. He told me that he wanted to have more happy memories on his favorite holiday. Our favorite holiday. He said maybe two people who were too sad to celebrate because they lost people could celebrate together. And so I asked him if he wanted to plan a party with me." I looked at her after I finished glancing at the last aisle.

"Oh my God you are the worst boyfriend."

"Ugggh. Erica, bad friend. Make me feel better."

"No, you totally screwed this one. Batman deserves better." She finished right as we were putting the completely useless cart back while walking out the door.

"See! Even you have a thing you could do. You be Stiles' boyfriend you'd have Batman and Catwoman costumes already." She rolled her eyes at me.

"One, Boyd wouldn't be very happy. Two, Stiles loves you not me. And three, you know after a few shots Stiles would want to switch costumes and he'd look better than me in it which is not allowed."

"Erica it doesn't matter if he loves me or not he put me in charge of costumes after he found out I made one of Cora's, he's going to be destroyed when he finds out I couldn't do the one thing he trusted me completely with."

"You made one of Cora's costumes?" I turned to her as we approached my car.

"Erica!"

"Okay fine." We got settled in the car as I started it. "You know he trusts you right?" I was pretty much resigned to her terrible advice by now but I figured she'd try harder than that.

"Erica stop making it worse."

"Just answer."

"Yes he does. Which is why I'm such a terrible boyfriend we've established this."

"Right he trusts you, but he's still Batman and Batman always had a backup plan. I wouldn't be surprised of he had two pairs of costumes not just one ready to go."

"You're right, but that's worse I couldn't even get one costume and he got two and I was in charge of it! That's it I'm not going to the party so he can't breakup with me."

"You have to go. He's not going to break up with you. Look Derek if you just explain he'll understand. Your heart was in the right place." I sigh and nod knowing she's right he will understand but he'll still be disappointed in me. I hear my phone buzz with a notification.

"Can you check that."

"Yeah. It's from Stiles." I take a deep breath.

"What does it say?"

"'Can you pick up more cashews babe?' Why does he need cashews?" I put on my turn signal as I reply.

"His mother used to make homemade chocolates on Halloween and bear claws are his dad's favorite."

                 STILES P.O.V.

I get chocolate all over my phone as I send the text. I hum along to spooky scary skeletons as I finish up the latest batch of treats. Just as I'm swatting away Scott and Isaac's hands I hear my phone chime. I give them both a glare that says I see your fingers in my chocolate one more time you're losing them and check my phone.

"No problem sexy." Derek calls me sexy but never like that.

I type out a quick reply before putting my phone away. "Thanks Erica."

I complete the last batches of chocolates I can make without the cashews and turn off the burner. There isn't a single counter space that isn't covered in some sort of chocolate or another. I wonder if I made too many. I definitely made too many. What if I didn't make enough? What if I didn't make enough of a certain kind and they all get eaten first because the rest are gross? What if they all are gross? I sample a chocolate and moan around the taste of sweet cocoa decadence. Not gross, perfect.

A crash comes from the living room followed by a suspiciously rushed statement. "It wasn't me." I go out to fix what ever broke and put the finishing touches on everything.

"What did you idiots break."

"Boyd broke the remote."

"Uh-huh I'm sure he did. Boyd you're a disgrace." He didn't even look up from his book as he replied completely deadpan.

"I feed off chaos." I smile as I snatch the remote from Issac.

"Hey! I was trying to fix it. But I'm pretty sure the batteries don't fit anymore." I roll my eyes.

"You'd think if you guys broke the remote as often as you do at least one of you would learn how to fix it. Or does Jackson have the one brain cell you all share, right now?" Scott interrupted all the shouts of protest and indignation.

"Allison is here!" I poured all the chips into bowls as I waited for my turn to hug Allison.

"Stiles you don't have your costume on yet." She said as she hugged me.

"Derek is bringing it. I love yours though I just thought Scott felt like wearing a dress but he must be Maid Marian. Wow! That's a real bow."

"Yup."

"Somehow I keep thinking you can't get any more badass and then you do."

"Thanks Stiles. Oh you have something on your face."

My eyes widen and I see Scott race to his feet. I take a breath to act cool and wipe it on my sleeve. "Oh thanks."

"Stiles was that chocolate? Allison was it chocolate?" He whips his head back and forth between us instead of answering she just turns away to not get involved in it.

"It wasn't chocolate Scott."

"It better not have been Mr. No one gets any till every one is here not even me."

"God Scott it wasn't chocolate."

He squinted at me. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm your bestfriend and I wouldn't lie to you."

"Breath in my face." I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. I breathed out a big breath.

"There."

He wrinkled his nose. "I don't know what I'm more concerned by, the fact that you just breathed out in my face knowing even someone who isn't a werewolf could smell the chocolate on you or the fact that you did it with such confidence."

"I was hoping conviction out weighed evidence."

"Don't let your dad hear you say that."

I finished handing out the chocolates one per person as Lydia suggested after everyone's unending whining.

Then I checked the clock only forty minutes till the party starts. Some people will probably get here early. I hope our costumes don't require a lot of effort. Derek is cutting it kind of close. And I can't wait to see our costumes. I'm bouncing out of my skin. I wonder if he made them. No that would be too much work. He probably got them online. Or maybe he went to a really big store and looked through every one until he found them. Or maybe he bought them piece by piece. I was brought out of my little daydream by Isaac saying they were here.

I ran to the kitchen and threw my apron in, then ran to the door to wait patiently while tapping my foot. I was about to rip open the door to shout what's taking so long when it swung open. Erica walked in and passed me she was wearing the devil to Boyd's angel. I turned to see her lay herself over Boyd. "Nice to see you too Erica." As I turned back I smiled seeing who I'd been waiting on coming up the steps.

"I didn't think there'd be that many options for cashews and after five minutes of debating Erica chose for me. If I got the wrong ones I can go back." He was looking down in the bag like they would magically change into the wrong ones if he didn't keep an eye on them. I stepped out on to the porch and closed the door behind me. "Stiles you'll get col-" I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him backwards till I hit the door and went up on my tip toes to kiss him. I kissed him till when we parted harsh warm breaths fanned across our faces.

"You better not let me get cold. That'd be rude, especially after I missed you so much."

"You taste like chocolate."

"And you taste like that bubble gum Erica buys, but only ever shares with you and Boyd."

"I'm going to kiss you again."

"As you should." This one was short, but after I couldn't fathom how I was supposed to open my eyes and end the moment. He bumped our noses together.

"Stiles we should go back in your nose is cold." I hugged him and buried my nose in the super werewolf heat of his neck.

When I spoke my words were muddled by being squished against him. "We should, before they figure out I pulled you out here to make out."

From inside we heard a yelled smartass comment. "We're werewolves Stiles, we could hear you."

I yelled back. "Can you hear me flipping you off Scott?" Derek chuckled and unwrapped himself from me, which I did not appreciate.

He opened the door for us. And as we walked in the bag of cashews hit the door frame and I remembered. "Oh, you forgot to grab our costumes from your car." His face switched to one of discomfort. "Don't tell me you forgot them at your loft."

"They aren't at my loft." Now I was confused. "Stiles we should head upstairs."

"Derek I know my room is soundproof but do you really want to have sex no-"

"Gross."

"Tmi."

"No Stiles that isn't wh-"

"Oh! I can't believe I didn't think to look! I told you we were all getting ready in my room, so you hide them there." I turned to run up the stairs as he called after me. "Come catch me if you don't want me to find them." The bastard took his time coming up the stairs like he thought I'd never find them. I smiled as I ripped clothes out of my closet trying to get a glimpse of something that could be a costume.

"Stiles." He said it in his exasperated tone the one he saved for when he really didn't know what to do.

"Alright fine. You don't want me to find them. Then show me." Normally my gleeful smile and antics would bring a scowl hiding a smirk, but this time it was a pinched brow and sadness in his eyes. My smile dropped. "Der, what's wrong?" I brought up my hand to cradle his cheek, and he looked away from me.

"I didn't get them." I was confused.

"What?"

"I fucked up. I'm sorry I didn't the costumes." He looked so broken so I took a breath to keep my sadness and anger from overwhelming both of us.

"Why." It was his turn to take a deep breath, one that made it seem like he was gathering courage.

"Because of a million different reasons. At first I just thought about the basics do we want to go sexy, funny, elaborate? Then when it was time to start looking for one and I just knew it had to be perfect. It had to be us. We're not the ketchup and mustard couple or the peanut butter and jelly couple or the- or the-"

"Or the salt and pepper couple."

"Yes perfect and we're not the slutty nurse and doctor couple either."

"Of course not because that is an old gender role shitstorm of a costume idea that needs to die in a hole."

"Exactly and then I thought about making one, but how am I supposed to make a costume that perfectly represents us when you're so you and I'm so me and I don't know how that works in real life much less in a fucking costume! And soon enough it was too close to make something. And then it was close enough to need to be overnighted. And then Scott showed me pictures of him, you, and Allison last year so that was out. And th-"

"You got us Han and Leia costumes?"

"Yeah but we can't do that because you and Scott have a rule of not doing each others costumes."

"No we can't."

"And then it was Halloween and none of the stores in Beacon Hills had good costumes. I just wanted it to be good for you. For us. This is such a big deal for so many reasons. It's your first time actually celebrating not just wearing a costume since your mom. It's my first time even going anywhere near anything with Halloween since my family. It's our favorite holiday. It's our first Halloween together. It's our first party we planned together. And I couldn't fit that all into a costume so I just gave up and you deserve so much better. I'm the worst boyfriend in the world."

I walked up to him to get him to look up from the floor and into my eyes. "Hey, hey, hey. No room for that mister. You are not the worst boyfriend. You just put too much pressure on yourself. Derek it doesn't have to be perfect. Isaac is dressed as fucking blue. And quiet frankly I don't think he's getting that paint off any time soon."

I count his slight smile as a victory so I continue.

"I do agree that it should be us though, but it doesn't have to be all of us at one time. That's impossible unless we dressed as ourselves. But that's the point of Halloween you get to be someone else or just a part of you that you don't normally get to be."

"You're right. I'm an idiot. And I ruined the party."

"You did not ruin the party. We'll figure something out."

"Aren't you upset with me?"

"I'm just upset that you didn't ask me. That you stressed about this for that long and didn't tell me. So next year just ask."

"Next year? You mean you're not going to break up with me?"

"You're stuck with me, and about eight thousand chocolates."

"What?"

"I have a confession to make or rather I made too many confections. I remember those raspberry things are Laura's favorite, maple are your dad's, cherry cordial mom, Cora the heathen likes dark chocolate. But I couldn't remember what you said your favorite was. So I kinda make every chocolate known to man. Then bought all candy the store had. Whoops?"

"How come you're stuck with a I messed up the one thing I did solo boyfriend when you're a whoops I made too many chocolates boyfriend?"

"It must be to balance out the you getting up early in the morning to make me breakfast, or maybe your super hotness, or maybe your magic di-"

He looked at me fondly As he interrupted. "I don't know how I deserve you."

"And I don't know how I deserve you."

"I'm serious Stiles I messed up and you're just-"

"Loving you anyway? Derek, it's okay. I didn't know what to do so I made and bought everything. You didn't know what to make or buy, so you didn't buy anything. We both had different ways of doing things. We didn't know how to make each other happy, so we stressed about it. But it doesn't matter, we're new at this. We're new together. We'll learn. We have time." I don't think I've ever seen him smile that big. "What? Derek did you not think we'd have time? Do you not want ti-"

"I love you too. I don't know if you meant to say it. If you meant it like that. Or even if you mean it. But I love you."

"Wha- Oh." I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. "It wasn't meant to be said like that, but I do mean it." He smiles wide enough to show off his bunny teeth, and suddenly his free hand is pulling my head towards his and our lips meet in something the romantics have for centuries called a head on collision.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." He tries again slower this time. Soon enough I'm melting into it, but someone must have forgotten rule one of chocolate making. Low temperature with constant stirring. Because pretty soon I'm burning. Our hands are no longer joined in favor of feeling each other up like over eager TSA agents. He squeezes my ass hard enough for me to know if I don't stop this soon little Stiles won't get the memo that we have a party about to start downstairs and not in the way he wants.

"Der, come on we have people downstairs." With my lips moving he has found purchase on a very sensitive part of my neck. I indulge him a little longer, and allow him more room to work with by baring my neck. I know he loves it. He growls. Honest to God growls! I laugh at his behavior that is usually reserved for mind bending orgasms or fits of jealousy. "Der, you know I think it's hot when you do that, but not now. We have to stop." He starts kissing me again, but this time it's filthy. He starts pushing me back while following tightly. When my back hits the wall it jars our lips loose long enough for me to suck in a gulp of air. Immediately after, he steals my breath again as he lifts me up two hands on my ass. My legs wrap around him on instinct. He starts harshly grinding his hips into mine. "Derek, Oh my God Derek!" My head clunks against the wall and tilts up as I thank the lord I invested in soundproofing my room. "What- Oh fuck! What has gotten into you?" I tilt my head back down to look at him and I startle at his half shifted face.

"Jesus!"

My shock fades and I laugh again. I love finding out new triggers for the more animal side of him. "Do tell, what has got you so worked up this time? It's not that cologne. Or that pair of jeans. Or th-" I look him straight in the eyes. "Is it because I told you that I love you?" His answer is a flash of definitely not green eyes and a sharp hip thrust. "Fuck! Stop doing that." Damn it I really don't want him to stop, but we have things to do. He growls and does it again. "Okay that's enough." I tap on his mouth intill he opens up and shows me bunny teeth. Then I tap on his ears and they slowly lose their edge. I tap on one of his arms and he digs his fingertips into my ass to rudely show his claws are put away. Next is his sideburns and with them his whole face goes back to normal. His hips have slowed to a gentle rock, but by now people have to be arriving so they need to stop. I tap on his hips, he stops. His chest is heaving harder than it does for most of his workouts. His voice is hoarse as he speaks.

"Sorry for losing control like that."

"Don't be sorry that you did that, be sorry that it wasn't at a time when we could finish it. If it was any other time I would have loved to been fucked like that."

"Oh yeah? The sideburns do it for ya?" He asks with a teasing tilt to his voice and face.

I respond to his joke with honesty. "No. It's the fangs. But you know that chompy." He nips at my neck and my dick jumps. "Okay I love being between a wall and a hard dick, we both know this. But it's doing absolutely nothing to kill little Stiles' mood." He huffs and tucks his face into my neck. "No, bad Derek. Drop it." He licks a stripe up my neck in retaliation. I unwrap one of my hands from the back of his neck to tilt his chin up so I can give him a soft kiss. Then I tap one of the hands he currently has glued on my ass and he reluctantly lets me down. "Thank you."

We're both trying to calm down so he asks a question to distract us. "So what the fuck are we going to do about costumes?" I smirk at him.

"Don't worry I already figured it out.

"You had a backup plan this whole time?"

"No, I thought of it just now."

"Just now, like now now. Or when we almost had sex?"

"When we almost had sex."

"Ho-I-Wh- You know what? Okay. I accept that I'll never know how your mind works. Stiles what is your idea?"

"Well it came to me when you flashed your ey-"

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"The short version please."

"Little red and his big badass wolf."

He scoffed "No Stiles." I ironically gave him puppy dog eyes. "It's offensive."

"Well you know what I find offensive? My boyfriend forgetting costumes." His shocked and betrayed face was priceless.

"I did not forget!"

"And isn't that almost worse?" He let out a breath.

"So do you have ears for me or something?"

"Derek. Sweetie. You have fucking ears."

"Wha- That's your plan! Just have me partially shift? Wow genius idea."

"I know. I had a really hot muse." He let out a soft chuckle and looked at me with fondness.

"Alright what about you red? I'm assuming you don't have a slutty little red riding outfit just hanging around?" I lifted an eyebrow in challenge as I sauntered to my closet.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Oh I really fucking would." I pull out my red hoodie and ripped jeans for me and an old ripped and blood stained shirt for Derek.

"Too bad. I'm thinking a badass modern day red for today. With a misunderstood werewolf boyfriend." He comes up behind me as I lay it on the bed. He hugs me from behind as he says in my ear.

"Does that mean I can still gobble you up later?"

As he presses a kiss to my neck I complain. "That so nearly didn't work for you."

"Really? How about, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow you."

"That's from three little pigs not red riding hood."

"I get around."

"Oh really? Well get around to getting changed. I have to find my bat. Lydia said there was some leftover fake blood and make-up in the bathroom."

All said and done I think I did pretty good. My jeans look great so does the split lip. And I did such a good job on the only kind of bruising that Derek's werewolf healing can't make go away. So I sat on the counter waiting for Derek. He was looking in the mirror at both of us with a furrow in his brow. He caught my eyes. Then he spoke.

"Do you think we look okay? Are you disappointed?" Pulled him in between my legs.

"Yes, we look more than okay. It's very us. No, I'm not disappointed. How could I be? It's Halloween. I'm celebrating it again and with you. I'm about to make all the parents on the block hate us by handing out way too much chocolate. I have the kind of boyfriend that doesn't just pick out the first costume he sees, but was so worried about it he couldn't even pick one. I'm about to eat my body weight in chocolate. I'm about to go downstairs to see my friends and family. I'm about to watch all the best Halloween movies. I'm hopefully getting a blow job from the big bad wolf tonight. I'm happy. And I'm inlove with my boyfriend." I added the last one just to see the reaction, and his flashing eyes was a welcome outcome. "Oooo save that party trick for scaring the naughty kids." He hugged me and I laid my head against his shoulder, careful not to smudge any blood.

"I love you too." I smiled into his shoulder at his words.

[too-many-kpop-hubands]

30 Day Fandom Challenge

Here we go again for my fandom challenge. You still with me? @domsberto I'd also like to nominate @jimonsprettyface

This next fandom is one that I have been a part of from the very beginning and it holds a special place in my heart. Hold on tight and for those who haven't seen it, spoilers ahead.

Day 2- Teen Wolf

(TV Show not Movie)

1) Favorite Character: Stiles Stilinski

Reason: I have a thing for adorable dorks apparently. 😂

Ok so I adore Stiles the most because he is the backbone and heartbeat of the group. Sure he's a spazz and a nerd but he also always finds a way to get the group out of sticky situations because of his intelligent and knack for looking at things from every angle (he truly is his father's son....it helps his Father is the Sheriff alot of the time). He is loyal to a fault and though he has a hard time trusting most newcomers, once you are in he will literally follow you to the ends of the earth. He is a hopeless romantic, as shown with how he is with Lydia and even Malia. He loves deeply and thought he tends to be a fuck up at times he always finds a way to make things right. He keeps the others in line and helps everyone that needs his help. As the only human of the group he takes his job very seriously and is damn good at keeping the group together even when he personally feels like falling apart. I adore him to no end.

2) Most Relatable Character: Liam Dunbar

Reason: Liam is an adorable, scared and confused little rage monster. Unlike the others on the show who had a few seasons to get used to the world of the supernatural, Liam was still new to the world and was often left scratching his head wondering what the hell was going on. I can relate to that because even in real life I don't know what the hell is going on most of the time. He is also the most relatable because unlike the others on the show, he actually acts his age for the most part and wasn't forced to grow up as fast as the others. Honestly, for a young Beta wolf he can be the most human of them all at times. He likes to have fun, he likes to hang out with his girlfriend and play lacrosse. He marches to the beat of his own drum, which I do most of the time. Another thing I can relate to is having a short temper. While my temper is not nearly as bad as Liam's (who as Intermittent Explosive Disorder) I still get how hard it is to calm down once that temper is triggered.

3) Most Underrated Character: Isaac Lahey

Reason: Besides Derek, Isaac probably had the most growth of all the characters on the show before his exit from the show. He had to shoulder alot of pain and loss in his life starting with his mom leaving and his brother dying, then suffering from years of abuse at the hands of his father. After being turned by Derek, he felt empowered to help not only himself but others as well and did all that he could to help people in need. He even found it in him to forgive his father for abusing him for so long, which takes strength all on it's own. He went from being a scared and abused little boy to being a badass who did everything he could to help people he cared about and those who were unable to defend themselves. I see you Isaac, I see you and I appreciate you.

4) Most Overrated Character: Derek Hale

Reason: Ok before I start this, let me just says that I love Derek Hale ok? He is all kinds of sexy and has some good qualities but of all the people on the show he is also the most overrated. Ok hear me out here before you come at me. Throughout the series Derek is hyped up as this big bad Alpha dude. Yes, he turned a bunch of teens into wolves and helped them, and Scott, learn the ropes but when it came down to a fight most of the time he either made things worse or just didn't show up when he was needed the most (example when they were fighting the Nogitsune, Dread Doctors, Ghost Riders, Alphas). Most of the time it was Scott and his pack that ended up saving the day. Sure Derek helped gather intel but as far as fighting goes, he didn't really do much for such a "Big Bad Alpha" who threatened to rip people's throats out with his teeth. Hell he didn't even kill the bitch that murdered his ENTIRE family, nor did he kill the Darach...instead he slept with her. Wow Derek, just wow. He ran most of the time, went MIA alot of the time only to make a dramatic entrance and knock a few people around when Scott already had things under control. I love Derek but.....some big bad Alpha he was.

5) Least Favorite Character(s): Tied Kate, Gerard, and Victoria Argent

Reason: First of all, Kate....She got away with murdering an entire family (minus Derek, Laura, Peter and Cora) and then manages to cheat death by turning into a freaky ass werejaguar when Peter ripped her throat out. How?!?!?! No matter how much chaos she starts she still ends up getting away. How is she not dead yet? Jesus! She was a manipulative person and honestly one of the most toxic on the show besides her shady ass who I will talk about next.

Gerard was a piece of work. He brainwashed Allison into trying to kill her friends, he praised Kate for killing the entire Hale family, he tortured and killed innocent supernaturals simply for existing and used Jackson in his kanima form to carry out his shady agenda. He was also a hypocrite. He hates supernaturals yet relied on Scott to help take away his pain when he was sick and dying only to turn around and train a new generation of Anti-Supernatural hunters to do his bidding. He was a piece of shit.

Victoria Argent was the Matriarch of the Argent family and even when her daughter (Allison) and husband (Chris) wanted to actually help the innocent supernaturals she did everything in her power to make sure they felt like shit for wanting to help. She freaking tortured and tried to kill Scott for no other reason than he was a werewolf that was screwing her daughter and then made herself out to be a victim when Derek came to save Scott and he bit her a few times after she attacked him. She refused to turn and killed herself instead of facing the consequences her actions lead to (her turning into the very thing she hated, a werewolf).

6) Favorite Canon Pairing: Stydia (Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin)

Reason: From the beginning when you first see Stiles and Lydia interact on screen you start to root for the spastic nerd to win the heart of the most popular girl in school. Stiles always saw the real Lydia that she hid behind her popular facade. He saw how smart she was, how much she actually cared for people despite pretending like she didn't. He had been in love with her since the 3rd grade and even when they dated other people, that love never died. The closer they got as friends the more you wanted them to just end up together. Several seasons later and we finally hear them confess their love for each other and finally FINALLY get together. Praise be to all things Holy! Stiles and Lydia manage to balance each other out and anchor each other. When Stiles has panic attacks, Lydia is there to help calm him down. When Lydia gets overwhelmed by her Banshee powers, Stiles is there to help ground her. Stiles saved Lydia more times than I can count but she saved him too on more than one occasion. Stiles and Lydia have a love that is beautiful and pure. I see them lasting forever and they should even now that the show has been over for a while now. They are beautiful and they are my OTP. I could go on forever but I will just leave it here.

7) Favorite Non-Canon Ship: Scisaac (Scott McCall and Isaac Lahey)

[Close Call Honorable Mention: Sterek (Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale)]

Reason: Ok first of all this was a close race between my boys Scisaac and my boys Sterek but when I look back at both pairings, I love the purity of Scott and Isaac versus the almost toxic pairing that is Sterek. (I adore Sterek but come on! Looking back now they were hella toxic!) Now for Scott and Isaac they had their moments. They lived together and Scott always managed to find a way to help bring Isaac back to reality when he had moments where he would lapse into PTSD style symptoms and nightmares. They always had each other's backs and they always gave each other looks that went beyond that of just friendship. Hell Isaac even agreed with hearts in his eyes that Scott was the "hot girl". I believe that if these two had of both cut Allison lose and crossed the boundary of friendship into a romantic relationship they would have been just as strong as Stydia. A pure and passionate kind of love born out of genuine care for one another.

8) Least Favorite Pairing: Stalia (Stiles Stilinski and Malia Tate)

Reason: First of all their first hook up was in a freaking insane asylum so that right there is not a good start for any lasting relationship. Throughout their relationship, Malia took Stiles for granted and then had the nerve to get jealous when he paid more attention to Lydia (who he had been in love with forever at that point). Malia had the mindset of a child and was immature most of the time. Don't get me wrong, Stiles could be immature at time too but she brought out the worst in him. I don't dislike Malia. I actually like her as a character but not as Stiles's girlfriend. Plus this biggest reason I dislike this ship? It took longer for Stydia to finally happen. Let's not forget how she practically walked all over him.

9) Favorite Part/Moment: Lydia tells Stiles she loves him too.

Reason: Stiles had been taken by the Ghost Riders and everyone forgot who he was but before he was taken he told Lydia "Remember I love you." But she never got the chance to say it back before he and her memories of him were ripped away. When he finally came back there was a touching scene where Lydia said "I never got to say it back." And the two of them shared their first real kiss (not counting the kiss she gave him to stop a panic attack in a previous season). This was one of those moments that was several years long overdue and for us Stydia fans, we rejoiced when they finally got their shit together and actually became a couple. Praise!

10) Least Favorite Part/Moment: Allison is killed by the Oni

Reason: Allison Argent was a character you could sometimes love and hate at the same time. When they battled the Nogitsune and she sacrificed herself to the Oni to save Isasc, I sobbed like a baby. It was a way for the writers to write off the actress's character but one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the entire series. It is my least favorite because Allison died. It was a beautiful farewell as she died in the arms of her first love (Scott) but I can't even think about it without sobbing.

Thank you for sticking with me. Until tomorrow! ❤

[jupiter-and-lavender]

Ok, so I end up matching the shittiest songs you could ever imagine with ships,, but,, hear me out

So I was listening to SOHO by jaden lmao love that song and it made me really want someone (or me but u know I won’t finish it) to write a fanfic LIKE THIS (*dramatic flourish* with the hands ~jazzy~):

Stiles is a super model and Derek is a sexy something cool and rough and scandalous (idc what it is I want their relationship to spark drama! But only a little drama for them if you catch my drift)

Tattoo artist? Actor? Playwright? It could be any of these they are very good options

Also we all know the struggle of having to choose fics that focus on the Harley Davidson Derek or Professor Derek (hmm can’t decide for this story u decide)

Again shitty song choice but it fits the Vibe™️ like of how derek would totally see stiles as this like suave cool model which he would be but also a Ginormous dork bc who doesn’t love a mix of bamf!stiles And dork!stiles

We can have both guys we can be greedy and write all the possibilities