#he’s only ‘shy’ around her after Lydia because have you ever been around someone you like who knows you like them but told you they don’t

[freetoflythecrimsonsky]

I’m not done being annoyed by this “interpretation” of Darcy. If he’s rude because he’s autistic, then the accidental implication is that he’s cured of his autism by love by the end of the novel. Which makes the “he’s the most autistic character ever” fics extra gross to me, personally.

He’s an ass, who knows better, and gets his assholery firmly pointed out to him by someone he cares about and respects who doesn’t know what he’s like when he’s being mannerly. Elizabeth just holds a mirror up to him to show him his behavior and he goes “i know how to be better than that, and i’m going to be.” The “autistic” behaviors he shows according to some people are the choices he’s making. Unless you’re trying to say autism is a choice, that’s a weird stance to take

Help i keep clicking on fics that surprise cast Darcy as autistic, not a guy who has social skills but is choosing not to deploy them because he’s a bit of a classist ass

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

The Beacon Witch - Pt2

-Y/n moves to Beacon Falls to stay with her Guardian Deaton and finds love in the shape of a wolf- Reader x Derek Hale-

Two days later and that old man at the clinic, was apparently now your new headmaster. Great. 

You walked down the halls meeting Alison and Lydia on the way out towards the Lacrosse field. People had been staring at you all, all day. You because you were the new girl, Alison because her Aunt had just died and Lydia because apparently before you arrived she had been in the hospital and went missing somewhere in the woods for days…. yup… completely normal. 

The sun was shining and it gave you an excuse to take of your leather jacket, your semi tattooed arms on full display. You were a little rebellious shall we say, it was the look that suited your personality the most. On the outside you were a little bad ass, on the inside however, you were still pretty self conscious and shy, something that you were working on.

You blinked when you heard the shutting of a camera flash. A boy was stood in front of you giving you a lopsided smile. You frowned, you didn’t like people taking your picture. Especially without your permission. 

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s for the year book.” You gave him and awkward smile. “I’m Matt, Matt Daehler. I’ve seen you around but you’re knew here right?” You nodded. 

“Yup, moved here a few days ago, nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You did the polite thing and held out you hand for a shake which he took. When he touched you however it made your skin itch and you shivered. Not a good feeling. You tried to hide the reaction on your face and it obviously worked because Matt gave you one last grin and was off. 

“There’s something off about him, I can’t tell what it is but he gives me a weird vibe.” You shivered again. 

“Well, yeah, I’d find it weird too if someone was staring at me all the time and taking my picture any chance they got.” Lydia flicked her hair over her shoulder. 

“He’s taken my picture before? You frowned, how did you miss that.

The practise had started and you watched as Scott ran into goal. He kept on taking everyone out. You were no expert on the game but you were sure it wasn’t meant to be played like that. By the sound of an angry coach it definitely wasn’t meant to be played like that. 

“What is he doing?” The two girls beside you shrugged. Their Auras shifted too, only slightly. Why did people keep on lying to you? They weren’t telling you something. It was like the truth was there but you were looking at it through one way glass and you were on the reflective side. 

It had been a weird afternoon to say the least, Issac Lahey, a boy you hadn’t gotten the chance to know yet had been carted off in the back of Stiles dad’s police car. Apparently his father had been murdered. People were shocked but not as shocked as they should have been which solidified your belief that dodgy things happened in Beacon Falls on the daily. 

To top it off, minutes after the cruiser left with the lights and sirens, you were called to the principles office. 

-Y/N’s POV-

It was just like any other office you’d ever been in, apart from the man with the twitchy Aura was sitting behind the desk giving you a creepy smile. Let’s get this over with. You sat in the chair in front of the desk. 

“Miss Y/L/N, I just wanted to properly introduce myself since we didn’t get a chance to chat again at the vet clinic. You’re new, i’m new, were both settling into this place. How are you settling in anyway? From what I can see your grades from your old school were very good, only slipping slightly in your last year. That’s to be expected given what you went through.” He gave you a look that made you shudder. How the hell did he know what you had gone through. 

“Must be even harder finding out you’re a Witch.” Your eyes practically popped out of your head. How the hell did he know. That was impossible. Your leg bounced nervously and your heart started racing. 

“It’s okay, no need to panic dear, we hunters tend not to hunt Witches.” You watched, still as a statue as Gerard rounded his desk and sat on the corner, inches away from you. 

“Be warned, Beacon Hills is a place full of all sorts of monsters that go boo in the night, I wouldn’t want to have to come after you if you go getting yourself involved in…. extra circular activities, especially with the wrong kind.” The threat was there as clear as day. Your eyes were full of unshed tears, fear coursing through your body as you watched Gerard’s Aura turn bright red. Evil. 

“Speaking of extra circular, joining some sort of club or team here could be good for your grades and it will help you to meet new people.” He went back to normal, the threatening behaviour gone, now the act of the devoted principal had returned. “I hear we have an excellent art programme you may benefit from.” 

You left Gerards office shaking. How the hell did he know already? God, you hardly knew the limits of your powers as it was and he’s already giving you a warning. You shivered, “we tend not to hunt your kind” He said tend not to, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t… 

Caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the sleek black car parked outside, or the angry Derek having a hushed conversation with a panicked looking Scott. Your arm bumped against Dereks snapping you out of your daze. He turned, about to give whoever had nudged him an earful but when he noticed it was you, his expression turned from annoyed to worried. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Your hand came up to your face, batting away a stray tear. You smiled your rehearsed false smile and nodded your head. 

“Yeah, i’m fine, just a long day.” You readjusted the strap of your bag, securing it as you headed toward your gleaming bike. Before you could run and get away Derek had caught up to you, his tall broad shape towering over you. 

“You know, I know we don’t know each other well yet, but i’m a good listener.” His soothing, deep voice made your steps falter slightly. Tingles went through your body. 

“What makes you think we’re gonna get to know each other?” Your retort made him smirk, his eyes lit up and his eyebrows raised. 

“Theres something about you Y/N, i’m intrigued and plus, I normally get what I want.”