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Yep, the guy still sounded very Star Wars. Lightwood...Skywalker. Same difference. “Stiles Stilinski. Don’t ask.” And now Stiles had to list what he didn’t understand? Ugh. “Maybe you can start with the whole ‘I think I’m invisible’ thing. Because you really don’t look like a Chimera."

Control || Alec & Stiles

“I’m Alec Lightwood. And your name?” His name held quite a bit of meaning among Shadowhunters, given his family’s past, but of course the boy was going to have no idea it meant anything. “Also, You’re going to have to tell me what you’re confused about because I don’t know what information you need. ”

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Stiles took a swig of the drink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before responding. It gave him some time to talk some sense into his downstairs brain, which was convinced that Derek had all sorts of shenanigans planned. But it was Derek, so Stiles knew he was in for a very minimal-shenanigans night.

“Other ways? Like what? You’re not exactly a board games kind of guy. And you’re too serious for, uh, charades.” There he went again, trying to come up with something to distract his downstairs brain. He knew he’d just get an eye roll if he suggested anything more fun. It was Purge Night, after all. Derek, while claiming everything was safe, probably sat around in wolf mode, staring at the door all night. Boring.

“Okay, my dad’s safe, Parrish is safe, I’m safe, you’re safe. Now what?” He slid down on the couch a little and drank more. Alcohol was fun at least.

The Purge AU || Stiles & Derek

“I’m sure we can find other ways to fill our time.” Sure there was subtext to that statement but he’d leave it up to Stiles whether he picked up on it or not. This night was rough for some and easier for others. Derek made it through the purge every year by distracting himself. However, he wasn’t sure how Stiles handled the night, if he would just act normal or if he would be on edge and too nervous for most things. 

Against his better judgement he spoke aloud his thoughts. “I don’t know how you feel about the purge, but I want you to know that we are safe and nothing bad is going to happen. And your dad is safe at the Sheriff’s station, I’m fairly certain Parrish was planning on going there too, so he’ll be even safer.”

He didn’t know if his words were welcome, or helpful but he could only hope that Stiles took some comfort in them.

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More than half of what the guy was saying made no sense, which was helping to calm Stiles down. His mind was always at its most focused when he was working through puzzles and stuff. "Okay, man. I'm gonna at least need your name and a few explanations before this conversation can continue. You're making my head hurt."

Control || Alec & Stiles

“I’m not here to swap sob stories and try to fight over who deserves the most sympathy. I’m sorry you’ve had a rough time dealing with your mundane life and the added stressors of dealing with downworlders.” Clearly he had struck a raw nerve within the boy, though of course it was a raw nerve for him as well. He could ramble on just as much about how The Clave was taking the institute from his parents and he was being forced into a marriage he didn’t want and his parabatai bond was about to break and his sister was about to be put on trial and potentially banished and all of it over one girl who had fallen into his life and ruined everything. “Maybe we can help each other?”

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“Let me make it clear for you. You might be a professional at dealing with something I have never heard of, but I’m basically a professional at keeping my superpowered best friends from killing each other, or getting discovered, or getting killed by some new big bad that’s decided to take over the town.” This guy didn’t even know Stiles’ name and he’d already decided he was better than him. So Stiles continued his rant, “I’ve lost over half of the people I care about, either to tragic deaths or them deciding to escape this town and leave me here almost alone. I’ve sat with my best friend while he cried for weeks about the girlfriend who died in his arms, and he did the same for me after I watched my mom die and my dad turn to alcohol as his only comfort. One of the wolves, Derek, lost his entire family in a fire and do you know who is there for him when no one else feels like dealing with his pain? Me. So you and your tiny lightsaber can boast all you want, about what you think I have and have not done, but stick around for a little while and you’ll learn that I’m important too.”

Control || Alec & Stiles

“You’ve seen some shit? Nothing you could have went through even compares to what I’ve seen and done in my life. To make things simple for you, I’m a professional at dealing with downworlders and I’ve never heard of some of these creatures.” Alec was having a hard time believing the word of some teenager in the middle of the woods, when he still had yet to actually figure out how the kid could even see him.

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Stiles rolled his eyes no less than three times as Derek spoke. First at the open invitation to the liquor, as if Derek wasn’t weirdly protective of ALL of his belongings most of the time. Then he couldn’t help but roll them as Derek chose a second bottle and basically threw himself onto the couch like this night was no big deal. The last time came with a laugh, “Oh yeah, because I’ve let my age keep me completely sober, while half empty liquor bottles litter my house.”

Okay, bad feelings, enhanced by the fact that he was now worrying that while alone, his dad had decided to drink during the Purge, instead of stay vigilant throughout the night, like he usually did. Damn it.

But there was nothing he could do now while locked in Derek’s loft, across town from the Sheriff’s station, so he figured he might as well ‘drink and be merry.’ That’s how the saying went, right? He didn’t really care about accuracy as he grabbed a bottle from the cabinet at random and went to join Derek on the couch.

I’d suggest we watch a movie, but,” he gestured to the large, empty wall where the TV once was.

The Purge AU || Stiles & Derek

Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles and swung the cabinet open so that Stiles could clearly see it was fully stocked with various liquors. “You come here often enough that you shouldn’t have to wait on an invitation to just help yourself to the liquor cabinet.” 

He grabbed another bottle from the cabinet and then headed into the living room and dropped onto the couch. If he had a TV he’d turn it on, but he’d broken it not long ago and hadn’t had a chance to buy a new one. He’d never watched the commencement of the purge on television anyway, so there was no need to start now. 

The sirens started going off across town. He stiffened for a moment and then quickly relaxed so Stiles wouldn’t see him spooked at all. He decided to yell at Stiles, since the poor boy was probably frozen stiff from hearing the sirens.  “Hurry up and pick a bottle. You only get this one night to legally drink since you’re underage so you better take advantage of it.”

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Having the blade away from his throat was nice, but the guy’s disbelief was still kinda hurtful. Now defensive, Stiles got in his face a little, but was still wary of that glowy knife. “Invent them? I’ve had to live with them. I’ve seen some shit, man. I can prove it too. Wanna meet a Kanima....well too bad, because he’s in Europe. But we’ve still got some lovely wolves and a banshee who would be happy to meet you, then tear your throat out if you hurt me.” He began wishing he was back in the Jeep and not in the middle of the freaking forest at sunset.

Control || Alec & Stiles

Alec’s mind was racing as he processed everything the boy said. Some of these were things even he had never heard of, which he didn’t think was possible. Seeing as this kid wasn’t posing an immediate threat, he released the front of his shirt and moved the blade to his side, still keeping it in hand. “I’m starting to wonder if maybe you’re the one having a psychotic break. Do you even know what half of the things you just listed are? Or did you just invent those names?”

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Stiles had tried to argue at first, when Derek had brought up him staying in the loft during the purge. Until the claws came out, of course. Then Stiles remembered that when one had their own personal wolf bodyguard, cowering in terror wasn’t exactly on the agenda for the year.

Shh, Stiles didn’t cower, exactly, but he did spend each year with his dad, locked in the Sheriff’s office, praying to any and all higher powers that no one would try to burn the place down or something, They also had snacks, which was nice, he guessed. Snacks and father/son time, while fearing for his life. What could be more fun? Note the sarcasm.

Well this year, he could fear for his dad’s safety, in the semi-comfort of Derek’s spacious loft that, with the huge windows and giant door, didn’t seem very safe, but anyone who broke in would get to meet Mr. Angry Eyes himself, Derek Hale, and their chances of survival would go from like, 50% down to zero.

Mr. Angry Eyes who was now quickly reaching the bottom of a bottle of scotch, and didn’t even offer Stiles any. Not nice. “Dude, share! I’ve got to be stuck here all night too.”

The Purge AU || Stiles & Derek

It had taken several hours and a full inspection of Derek’s loft, but finally he had talked Sheriff Stilinski into letting Stiles spend the purge locked in his loft. They all knew it was going to be one of the safest places in town and that’s why the Sheriff hadn’t argued in the end. Once Sheriff left they went to work on locking up the loft. Which simply meant locking the door. 

Being a werewolf had always come with perks, but when the purge had started years ago being a werewolf became a lot more useful. Almost his entire life being a werewolf protected him from the yearly purge, but then there was the fire. He didn’t necessarily blame the purge for the fire, but it made him bitter about this day nonetheless. 

This was the first year that he was just locking up and waiting on it to pass. Normally he would be out in the streets, daring people to fight him or try to attack him because of course he always won. However, being with Stiles made him want to be a better person and that’s what he was trying to do tonight. 

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of scotch from the cabinet taking a drink straight from the bottle. It wasn’t nearly enough for him to feel it, but some how it gave him comfort anyway.

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With a knife held to his throat, and the knowledge that this guy knew about all of the weird shit in town, Stiles began listing supernatural beings, hoping to somehow satisfy whatever the guy wanted from him. “I-I mean, I was technically a Nogitsune once. Then there’s a bunch of werewolves, a banshee, a kitsune, a hellhound, Berserkers, a kanima, and I was dating a were-coyote. I don’t know about demons and warlocks. This isn’t Harry Potter, or Star Wars, so could you please put the lightsaber down?”

Control || Alec & Stiles

He pulled out his seraph blade and grabbed the boy by the front of the shirt at the same time, pressing the blade to his throat. “I’m gonna ask you again, how can you see me? What are you? Demon? Warlock? Werewolf? You’re certainly not a Shadowhunter.” 

The look on the boys face certainly said more than he was going to be able to. Alec started to wonder if he had misjudged the entire situation. Maybe he was just a mundane.

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That question hella surprised Stiles. For anyone to not be able to see this guy sounded like a terrible waste of vision. Because damn. He was like, a younger, taller, photoshopped version of Derek. “I...um...what? Do you think you’re invisible? Are you having some sort of psychotic break? Did the voices in your head also tell you you could fly? Please don’t try that.”

As he spoke, he began to hold his hands out a little, as if he could keep the guy from running off and doing something stupid. Well, more stupid than being in the Beacon Hills woods, who used a sign the the same font as Jurassic freaking Park. Whoever made that sign knew some things, okay?

Control || Alec & Stiles

Alec was taken aback by the mundane. Very few mundanes had the sight and he’d only met one ever that did. So it was very unlikely that this one had that ability. Which left the question, how could he see him? Who was he? Why was he in the middle of the woods? Especially in a town that seemed to be completely unsafe.

He looked over the boy trying to see if there were any signs of runes or anything else that could identify him as either a downworlder or a shadowhunter. However, the only thing he learned from his examination was that based on his physique the boy clearly did some form of physical activity.

When observation fails, it is easiest to simply ask. 

“How can you see me?”

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When Stiles was fighting with Scott, he liked to roam around in the woods. Not only did it allow him to get away, but it also put him into quite a bit of danger, which was like a big ‘fuck you’ to Scott and his pack that Stiles was never quite a part of. Sure, maybe he was being petty, but that’s how their fights usually began before ending in a bro-hug or one of them actually admitting fault.

This time was different though, and Stiles was determined to actually go out and find trouble, because this fight was about how Scott was too protective. Ask him in a few hours, and Stiles would probably admit that he was being childish and stupid, but at the moment, he was leaned against a tree, listening to various footsteps around him and wondering what types of beasts they belonged to.

Then, footsteps got closer and some dude was coming around the tree. He was certainly not a beast, but he definitely looked like trouble. Fun trouble. He also had arrows which made Stiles smile and think about how he’d get along with Allis- Nope, brain. Don’t do that. Maybe he was an Argent. Damn it. “If you’re an Argent, I’m outta here.”

Control || Alec & Stiles

Two weeks ago Alec had received a call from an old family friend asking for information on werewolves. Yesterday he received a call saying that friend was now dead after having supposedly tracked a rogue wolf. Under normal circumstances it wouldn’t be his problem, but his mother had asked him to go investigate because she didn’t believe the Clave would do anything.

Several hours later he was now in a town called Beacon Hills.

He walked through the woods, his bow out in front of him prepared to fight whatever he may find. Though so far the only thing he’d seen was a teenager that he originally had planned on walking right past, until the boy turned and spoke. 

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A TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE SENTENCE MEME

Rest in Peace to a true inspiration. Gone but never forgotten. A random selection of songs to commemorate the death of a legend.  Send one for my muse’s reaction. 

‘ There’s a starman waiting in the sky. ‘ 

‘ There’s such a sad look deep in your eyes. ‘ 

‘ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ‘ 

‘ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ‘

‘ How you turn my world you precious thing. ‘

‘ Your eyes can be so cruel. ‘ 

‘ Live without your sunlight. ‘ 

‘ I can’t give everything away. ‘

‘ Look up here, I’m in heaven. ‘

‘ By the time I got to New York, I was living like a king. ‘

‘ Where the fuck did Monday go? ‘

‘ Man, she punched me like a dude. ‘

‘ ‘Tis a pity she was a whore. ‘

‘ How many times does an angel fall? ‘

‘ You don’t need another friend. ‘

‘ I can only love you by hating him more. ‘

‘ No-one here can see you. ‘

‘ Girl, you move like water. ‘

‘ They can’t get enough of that doomsday song. ‘

‘ First they give you everything that you want. ‘

‘ Some people try to pick up girls, they get called assholes. ‘

‘ but I’m the luckiest guy, not the loneliest guy. ‘

‘ I built a wall of sound to separate us. ‘

‘ I still don’t remember how this happened. ‘

‘ You say you’ll leave me. ‘

‘ I believe we’re not alone. ‘

‘ I could pretend that nothing really meant too much. ‘

‘ Let’s dance,  put on your red shoes and dance the blues. ‘

‘ If you say run, I’ll run with you. ‘

‘ There’s no smoke without fire. ‘

‘ See these eyes so green, I can stare for a thousand years. ‘ 

‘ Feel my blood enraged, It’s just the fear of losing you. ‘

‘ I’m happy. Hope you’re happy, too.’ 

‘ I never done good things. ‘ 

‘ I never did anything out of the blue. ‘ 

‘ I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen. ‘

‘ We could steal time, just for one day. ‘ 

‘ Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere. ‘ 

‘ I’m so wiped out with things as they are. ‘

‘ When the kids had killed the man, I had to break up the band. ‘

‘ I still don’t know what I was waiting for. ‘

‘ So the days float through my eyes. ‘

‘ Don’t you know you’re driving your Mamas and Papas insane. ‘

‘ She could spit in the eyes of fools. ‘

‘ The stars look very different today. ‘ 

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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Derek, because Stiles flails in his sleep while dreaming, and once smacked in the face, Derek can never go back to sleep.

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Derek. Stiles can officially cook Cheerios. That’s it.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Stiles. Derek gets Cheerios in bed often.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Stiles, while failing at dragging Derek closer by the belt loops.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Stiles. TV and snacks, dude.

Who chooses the movies: It depends. Derek is usually good at giving in to whatever Stiles randomly decides.

Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Derek. Stiles is easily distracted.

Who orders lunch: Still Derek. Maybe. Depending on whether they’re ordering in or at a restaurant.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Stiles. Always. Because the things Derek orders always look so much better.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Stiles. Derek doesn’t ‘curl’.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Stiles. He gets whiny when Derek is ignoring his needs.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: STILES.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Stiles, because Derek always looks angry about the situation, and Stiles finds it hilarious.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Both, but mostly Stiles.

Who cooks dinner: Derek, if he doesn’t want microwave food.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Stiles, because Derek doesn’t care.

Who stays up until 2 reading: Derek. Stiles crashes and is usually asleep early. If awake, Stiles is surrounded by comic books and werewolf lore.

Who stares at their partner while they’re sleeping: Derek, but if Stiles ever found out, he’d say it was super creepy, but secretly think it was adorable.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Derek. Stiles is too afraid Derek would wake up and bite his face off if he tried.

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I love little domestic memes so I decided to make one myself and yes.

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

Who chooses the movies:

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Who orders lunch:

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

Who cooks dinner:

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

Who stays up until 2 reading:

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

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