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Penelope: I never thought that anyone would ever even want me.

Colin: I know the feeling.

Penelope: Oh please, with that ass? Give me a break.

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WEEKEND WIP

from my current derek pov sterek wip with the working title of 'RED RAG TO A WOLF'

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He knew it was there the moment the sliding door to his apartment clicked shut; the moment everybody left. The pack hadn't even made it down the old service elevator when Derek sensed it, scenting the spicy-sweetness that clung to the cool air, stubborn as a fever—and far too strong considering the loft's now-empty status.

Granted, he didn't know exactly what ‘it’ was yet, only that something of the kid's had been left behind.

He spotted it as soon as he turned around.

Derek breathed in, deeply, and anger flared brightly in his gut. He was fuming at just how damn happy that warming scent made him, and how it seemed like he now had his very own aromatic keepsake just to fucking prove it.

This was bad.

Dangerous.

Rooted to the spot, Derek cautiously eyed the innocuous folds of red spilling over the top of those stupid pillows Stiles had talked him into buying, his teeth and fists clenching (along with his heart).

They'd bumped into each other a while back—quite literally—in Bed Bath & Beyond when Stiles had turned a corner wearing those stupid lime-green headphones, and slammed right into Derek.

There'd been an excessively loud exclamation of, “What the shit?” and then, “Derek?!” as Stiles removed the headphones and nestled them snugly around the base of his long, pale neck, Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths still appropriately blasting through them.

Stilinski had then cracked up and whooped like a hyena for almost a full minute straight, apparently at the mere notion of Derek's presence in the store.

“You? In a place like this? But Der, you're like, a werewolf, dude! A creature of the night!” And he'd punctuated the assessment by curling his bendy body into a ridiculous monster-esque mime, crossing his wide eyes and letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he’d gargled his own spit in some sort of supposed gnarly roar.

Just as Derek had been considering how Stiles sounded a bit like a traumatised washing machine, the kid had burst into yet more fits of mocking laughter, doubling over this time while wiping his mouth with the back of one hand and clutching at his side with the other.

What was so hilarious about someone needing to buy a toilet roll holder was honestly still a complete fucking mystery to Derek, but whatever.

At the time, he'd wanted to howl and snap his jaws at the kid for his sass. But Derek's general rule of thumb these days was to try his level best to not get so uptight about the more inane concepts that weaved in and out of Stiles Stilinski's baffling brain on a millisecond-to-millisecond basis, nor to give him any fuel for his ever-burning Sourwolf fire. So he'd nonchalantly raised an eyebrow and given back as good as he got by saying, “Which means what, exactly? That I'm only supposed to shop at PetSmart at three AM for my monthly supply of rabbit flavour kibble?” and told himself not to dwell on it.

Then instead of doing the decent thing and leaving Derek the hell alone to get on with his Saturday afternoon, Stiles had proceeded to follow him around the store because the Beacon Hills Friendly-Yet-Hyperactive Neighbourhood Sheriff's Kid was just kind of excessively infuriating like that.

Stiles had disappeared for a moment, then reappeared and proceeded to thrust a shopping cart towards Derek, insisting Derek needed it for the random shit he’d started selecting from the various displays and unceremoniously dumping into the wire basket on wheels; random shit he was also insisting Derek needed. Derek proceeded to remove all unnecessary items right after Stiles dropped each of them in, the kid either not caring enough to challenge him on it or simply none the wiser amid his animated spiel about someone named, “Marie frickin Kondo, man!”

Apart from the pillows.

Apparently, Derek didn't hate the super-soft (if stupidly named) ‘Wolf-Skin’ material covering the particular pillows Stiles had picked out for him when the puzzling human had gasped and crowed, “Oh my God, Derek, can you believe they're named Wolf-Skin? They are totally perfect for you! And even more importantly: They spark joy, dude!”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

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See I followed you originally for merlin but you make teen wolf sound intresting

I'm afraid you make it seem more intreasting then it actually is and yet I am mildly fascinated by the people you reblog about

I dont know what this is about I just felt the need to inform you do with this what you will. Respond, ignore delete the choice is yours I don't know

Ah. The duality of Teen Wolf.

It is interesting. It's also terrible.

You can love it, but you'll hate it. But you can only hate it when you love it.

I stopped liking the "main character" four episodes in. I own the entire show on DVD.

It is incredibly queer and incredibly homophobic.

It has moments of utter absurdity followed by "rip your heart out and stomp on it with climbing spikes" pain.

If you're bitten by a werewolf, you might turn into a werewolf. Or you could start vomiting black blood and die in agony. Or you could turn into a giant lizard. An adult woman pretends to be a teacher, sexually abuses a 16 year old, then burns his family alive. The werewolves are treated by a veterinarian. A girl hunts her classmates with a bow and arrow and locks them in the basement to be tortured by her grandfather. There is no timeline, only Zuul. A boy tries to commit suicide by dousing himself in gasoline and lighting a road flare. We don't know how old half the characters are. A boy is possessed by a 1000 year old demon and psychologically tormented by it until he is committed to a mental institution. His guidance counselor gives him speed. A boy is abused by his father and locked in a chest freezer as punishment. All the bad things that happen are because a tree is pissed that it was cut down. A girl is trapped in coyote form and lives as an animal for 7 years, going from 10 to 17 in human development and socialization, but she can still 100% give meaningful consent to sex and also pass high school. Two of the most painfully white suburban boys are supposed to be Indigenous spirits, with zero respect given to their lore other than "uhhh....cannibalism." A girl is trepanned with a power drill and has mistletoe injected into her brain. There are Nordic names given to Aztec creatures. A boy gets dragged to hell by the spirit of his sister, whom he murdered. There's an assassin with no mouth.

The duality of Teen Wolf.

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Now I have to do the reverse of the sterek version of this story.

Claudia died on the first day of school. The next week, Stiles had to go to school. The teachers all knew and they'd told the students. People would whisper behind his back or pity him. He didn't want pity. He didn't want people talking about him. He wanted the world to disappear. Then he met Derek, a kinda-cocky member of the basketball team who would sit with him in the library--never showing him pity, just enjoying his presence.

They started dating and ended up getting married after graduation. But with every milestone that passed, Stiles would think about his mum. He wished she was there to see him graduate, he wishes his mum could have met Derek.

At their wedding, they light a candle for Claudia.

On their honeymoon, Stiles gets a call from Scott. He sounds super excited. While helping his mum clear out some old stuff, he found a photo of them from when they were little. They used to play on a soccer team. And Scott says one of the kids inthe photo looks just like Derek when he was younger. Scott sends him the photo and Holy shit! It's Derek!

Stiles shows Derek the photo and Derek smiles and says, "Yeah, I was the goalie."

Later, when Stiles is on the phone to his dad, he asks him if he remembers the soccer team he and Scott were part of when they were younger.

"I remember the goalie," Sheriff Stilinski says. "The kid would sit down in the net and play in the dirt. Your mum thought he was hilarious."

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Stiles: Wow this is such a romantic place

Derek, out of breath: Do you really think so?

Stiles: Yeah, it'd be the perfect place to... I don't know... ask someone out

Derek: Hey, Stiles?

Stiles: Yes, Derek?

Derek: Next time we are here, not running from killer alphas, I'll take you to dinner. But right now, let's get the fuck out of here.

*yanks Stiles behind him*

Stiles, stumbling after Derek and grinning: That's all I'm asking for, dude!

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enemies to lovers

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you should be able to say "line" if you don't know what to say in a social situation

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PROOMPT!!!!!! "i'm not intimidating" "you are a bit, babe"

"I can't believe they said that," Derek mutters, mostly to himself.

"Who? What?" Stiles says, looking up from his laptop for the first time in hours.

Derek gestures vaguely towards the outside world and Stiles is on his feet in an instant and reaching for his baseball bat.

"Derek," he says, much more calmly than he feels. "Who said what? Who do I need to hurt?"

Derek gestures vaguely again. "The girl scouts selling cookies. They said I'm intimidating."

Stiles puts down his baseball bat. He can't beat up girl scouts and honestly, they have a point. "I mean, you are a bit intimidating, babe."

"I only wanted to buy cookies."

"Did you smile?"

"Yes?"

"Show me."

Derek smiles but he looks like he's never done it before and he's having trouble arranging his features into the correct position. In short, he looks unnervingly like he's going for someone's neck.

"Right," Stiles says weakly. "I think we need to work on that, buddy."

Derek's face drops again. He's never been very good at intentional smiling. Unintentional is fine, he doesn't have to think about it but that fake smiling thing, yeah, he has really not got the hang of that.

"Ok, ok, how's this," Stiles says, because he can't bear that look on Derek's face. "How about I go find the girl scouts and buy your cookies so you don't scare them anymore?"

Derek gives him hopeful eyebrows. "Thanks."

"What flavour did you want?"

Derek looks panicked because he wants all of the flavours but he can't really say that. "Lemonade," he says after a moment. It's his favourite by the barest of margins. "And I was gonna get s'mores cookies for you."

Stiles lights up. "You were gonna get me cookies too?"

Derek isn't sure how that's even a question Stiles has to ask given that Derek always keeps him supplied with his various preferred cookies, but he nods.

"You're the best," Stiles singsongs and dashes out of the loft.

He isn't sure that racing after a group of girl scouts and shouting "wait up" after them is his best look, but he seems to make up for it when he buys two boxes of lemonade, two of s'mores, and one of caramel delite for good measure, and he makes a donation to their fundraising efforts so everyone goes away happy.

Especially Derek, when Stiles gets back and presents him with not one but two boxes of lemonade cookies. He immediately opens a box and eats one, nibbling away at it like a squirrel with a treat. The rest he hides away for later.

He might have the best boyfriend ever but Stiles is a cookie stealing monster.

Derek's cookies are never safe.

(But at least Stiles replaces them. Eventually.)

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Just two bros, being adorable and in sync.

Benedict and Anthony Bridgerton | Bridgerton Season 3 trailer [x]

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Can we take a moment to imagine Predators from Derek's POV? Because I wanna read the scene where he got back to the flat after Stiles left and just absolutely LOSE IT

This is me professing my love to Hedwig again

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Once more for those in the back.

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I want a moment between Stiles and Derek at some point where they’re just working on some calm together, whether they’re just looking over a map and they’re both really quiet because Stiles wants to ask about everything that’s happened with Erica and Boyd and Jennifer, so Stiles just says “so, are you okay?” and Derek pauses and shakes his head slowly still looking down, then Stiles just frowns to himself and pulls Derek into a slow hug and Derek doesn’t react for a moment before he slowly wraps my arms back around Stiles and they just stand like that for a while saying nothing because nothing needs to be said.

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Willow textposts part 5/?

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