#lady argent wants him so bad

[quiddling]

very kissable

[mythvoiced]

-. after a 5 year wait, i can finally be back on my Fallen Hero bullshit that y'all didn't even know i was on

[groan-taire]

20 to 23 for the ask!

thanks for the ask~

20. how do they feel about death?

Lucas got the suicidal scar, so you might be able to imagine. On one hand he'd welcome it, it would mean this neverending struggle is finally over and he can rest, he is so high strung all the time because he is terrified, but he is way too stubborn to give in to these kinds of thoughts, but he has these moments of "maybe it'd be for the best". He does not take death lightly when it's about other people though which is why he will not kill and cannot get out of his skin and even ends up saving people.

21. what is their philosophy?

He is terrified but also furious. He will not let people step on him and use him any longer! If he goes down he'll take the whole system with him. But he does believe in kindness, he will not be needlessly cruel to people who don't deserve it (also he's a tactician but his number one strategy is throwing himself at danger face first, so his philosophy in life is not much about survival, huh?)

22. how do they feel about their telepathy? is it a gift? a curse?

it is both - to an extent, but most of all it is a tool and a safety net he's come to rely on, he feels safer when he can read and redirect people's intentions and attention. but you also don't always want to know what's going on in other people's minds, so he usually mostly just uses it to soothe his own anxieties and doesn't try to pry too much, though he wants to understand people, he really does, and what better way to learn than from inside their minds

23. how do they feel about possessing people?

It ties in to how he sees his telepathy in general, he has this sort of detatched curiosity, but it is also just a very useful tool in his arsenal. I think until he witnessed Lady Argent's reaction to it/feelings about it he did not quite understand that it actually affects people and you can say many things about him but he is not cruel so he tries to steer clear of it as long as he doesn't deem it necessary, but then he will do it without remorse. will he feel bad about it afterwards? perhaps. will it make him hesitate? no and he would make the same choice if he could go back

sidestep ask game

[voidsteffy]

2,10, and 23 for the salty asks <3

omg i think you're gonna regret asking me, because this is so long 😬

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Nancy Drew - Bess and Odette. She barely knew the lady! Give my queen some recovery period from her *ehm* HUNDRED YEARS OF TRAUMA before wanting to jump the bones of the body she's possessing RNM - It's weird, but Max and Anatsa. I could never picture them, even as a fling. TVD - Jeremy and Bonnie. when they were together, it was actually an illegal ship y'all. Jeremy was 16, and Bonnie was 18-19. I really wished they'd just bonded as a human connection to Elena and not... yk, ghost-shagged each other Gilmore Girls - LANE AND ZACH. where did they even come from? out of thin air that's where. Lane deserved her happy ending with Dave Rygalski and I will die on this hill. Teen Wolf - (brace yourself) Lydia and Parrish. Malia and Parrish. Melissa and Argent. wtf? at this point I'm pretty sure Jeff Davis just played chits and picked his ships randomly. All of Parrish's ships are ew (that's just his luck unfortunately) and Melissa with Peter would have been the best choice are you kidding me? ARGENT AND MELISSA'S KIDS WERE TOGETHER, and not even fwb-together. like SOULMATE together! Grey's Anatomy - Addison and Alex. They couldn't cash in major potential there. She was the right amount of bitchy to get him off his macho ass. Not everyone has to sleep with everyone Miss Shonda! Also, Teddy and Owen. They're best as friends, because (i hate to admit this) Teddy was right in s18 (was it 19, i think it was 19?) when she told Link to stay away from Jo because marrying best friends and then hating them in marriage is sad.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

RNM - Again, the Max-Anatsa storyline. It's like, again, they played chits with who she should be with. My Max is not the one-night stand kinda guy (which I'm proud of, representation of my soul) and him sleeping with Anatsa and then just dropping her is WACKY. Isobel and Anatsa were so much better, and had good development Nancy Drew - Park's arc. The writers had the potential in their very hands and chucked it themselves. Park as the ISM/FHK would have made so much sense, it would have been the best direction for his appearance. TVD - The entire Alaric x Caroline thing. HATED THAT. HATED THAT the way Ashley Ippolito hates Nate Jacobs. He's like 15 years older than her and IS HER BEST FRIEND'S STEPDAD. And the Alaric and Stefan pissing contest for Caroline. Dear writers you didn't give Caroline Forbes the Elle Woods arc she deserved to put her in this dump of a situation! Gilmore Girls - Married Dean cheating thing. "He's MY Dean" Rory honey go touch some grass and juggle some balls. He's fucking married and as your mother once said "Solidarity Sister". Lindsey wasn't all that bad, and she definitely deserved better than being cheated on at the age of 19. Teen Wolf - Argent and Melissa. Explained above. Notice how in the movie, Argent and Melissa didn't really have any romantic/close scene without a third wheel (thank God)? It's like Jeff Davis finally realized that oh shit, aren't their respective kids the main reason this all started? Grey's Anatomy - Jackson and Maggie. Just— NO.

23. Unpopular character you love?

Nancy Drew - everyone loves everyone in this one. so I can't really say anything divergent RNM - i think we love everyone right? TVD - VIncent Griffith (does he count? idk but I love his humor and badassery). Oh, and also Valerie Tulle. She was sweet while she lasted wasn't she? I honestly saw more in Stellerie than in Steroline (why you booing me when I'm right!) Gilmore Girls - Lindsey. Just because her taste in music is different from Rory and Jess's, doesn't mean she's not a good human. She tried so much to keep her marriage afloat, and I've never seen her be rude like Rory to Shane. Grey's Anatomy - Sam Bello (basically foetus Liz Ortecho) because she's the sweetest most bubbly thing after firecrackers in honey.

thanks for the ask man, omg i love being salty

[kitkatwinchester]

WAIT SCOTT WAS IN ON IT WITH GERARD?!

OMG that explains sooooo much about his behavior the last few episodes.

I mean, yes, I remember that talk they had, but I didn't, like, make the connection that pretty much all of Scott's decisions were based on what Gerard wanted him to do.

That said, my earlier post still stands. I still f*cking hate Gerard (even if he is being nice to Scott), and I hate what a manipulative a*shole he is, because it's hurting our characters and their relationships with each other (except Scott and Stiles, 'cause, like I said before, ultimate power duo).

That also pretty much confirms with me that he was either hoping or planning (or both) for Victoria to die (though, as a side note, while I feel bad for the Argents as a whole, Victoria kinda had that coming if she was really gonna try to kill our innocent Scott. Karma's a b*tch, lady), which is so f*cked up in so many ways. And now he's gonna take control of Jackson and I do not trust that man with that much power, because LOOK WHAT HE'S ACCOMPLISHED ALREADY UGH this dude.

Yeah I definitely still hate him. And I definitely don't blame Allison or Scott for any of their actions the last few episodes. I blame f*cking Gerard.

P.S. I know Matt had to die. I know he did. He was psychotic. But I can't deny that I feel bad for the kid. Trauma man....

P.P.S. Between the boys' two parents, I was convinced Stilinski was gonna be the one to find out--not Melissa. That said, this is probably ultimately a good thing, right? I mean, it'll explain his weird behavior to her, and, like, I feel like she'll get it. ...right? Either way, I still want Stilinski to find out at some point. God he's such a good dad. I love his relationship with Stiles so much. Actually Melissa's also a great mom, and her relationship with Scott is equally great. Basically I can see why these characters are so wonderful lol. They had excellent parents. <3 Anyways side tangent. Moving on.

Season 2, Episode 11 now.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

do you know any Stiles-centric fics where he and Derek are super close, but they're not dating? any Stiles-ship is fine, as long as it's not Sterek. I'm just really in the mood for platonic Sterek!

Sure!

Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

(7/7 I 14,565 I Teen I Steter)

Shortly after moving back to Beacon Hills, the left hand of the Hale Pack opened a text from a mysterious number.

"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them."

What the f—

I'm No Prince Charming by Niecy8

(30/30 I 63,873 I Mature I Steter)

“Oh fudge. Okay so my idea is a little crazy but…” The right thumb came to his mouth and he began chewing on his nail. It was a horrible habit but he had been doing that as long as Derek could remember.

“So you could get me pregnant. And then once the agency finds out that I was knocked up by a beta, no alpha will want me.” He said it quickly and in one breath.

Derek wasn’t sure what his face looked like but the way Stiles was staring back at him, it wasn’t pretty. The beta took a deep breath. He could be rational about this. Talk things calmly with Stiles and not over react to this ludicrous idea that was just presented to him.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Okay, rational went right out of the window rather quickly. Derek stood up while gesticulating his arms. “This, this is even crazy for you.”

Take This Chance by Faetality

(53/53 I 89,203 I Mature I Stetopher)

Peter had done a lot of bad in his life and he was well aware of that. He made no apologies for what he was and was under no illusion he was "good". He did like to think he would be a good alpha. If only Beacon Hills didn't keep screwing with the plan. Christopher Argent was a good man and a great soldier. He knew his place but when he sees the world around him falling apart what is he going to do? Sometimes the plan never works the way it should- even when you do everything right. Stiles... Stiles had been through a lot but he's been thrown into a situation where sarcasm and bravado can't pull him through. Maybe he can learn to lean on someone else for a change.

Hitting Rock Bottom (or Lake Bottom) by lady emebalia (emebalia)

(56/56 I 118,340 I Mature I No Pairing)

One dead wife, four drowned teenagers, and another write-up because he let that teenage delinquent escape again. Deputy Stilinski has hit rock bottom. He might hit the bottom of the lake as well tonight.

[clotpolesonly]

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SOMEDAY i will write a Beauty and the Beast AU in which:

- Derek is the Beast. he was out in the woods with Paige when she was attacked by wolves and she died. her mother was a witch and she blamed Derek for her daughter's death. she curses Derek to live as a wolf-like monster til the end of his days, unless he finds someone else to love him the way that Paige did.

- Kate is Belle but really Gaston. she worms her way into Derek's castle and his confidences, makes Derek think that she could be the one to save him, when really she has every intention of returning to town and leading a horde of hunters in through the back door to kill the monster.

- Stiles is Cogsworth but really Belle. he's been a part of the Hale household staff and ended up transformed into a damn clock. yes he's bitter about it, and he's kept his distance from the master of the house for years partly out of spite and partly cuz he's a little scared of him, ngl. but when the pretty blonde lady with the too-pretty smile charms her way into the castle, Stiles is mmmm suspicious. he tries to make his doubts known, but Derek is too desperate for redemption (and affection) to listen. Stiles keeps trying, though, and in doing so, he gets one too may glimpses at the softer side of Derek, buried underneath all the snarling and defensiveness, and finds himself falling in love.

- (Derek is falling for him too, but it doesn't really occur to him that Stiles is an option. with his curse, he's had it in his head for years that he needs to get a woman like Paige to fall in love with him. it never occurred to him that he could find love within his household, someone he's known for years, and also currently an inanimate object aldkfjgh. oblivious!Derek is oblivious.)

- it all comes to a head when Kate goes back to town. she says it's to visit her ailing father, and Derek believes her, because he still manages to be trusting at his core, because he wants so desperately to believe that she loves him. but Stiles, somehow, finds out about Kate's plan. he can't or doesn't have time to warn Derek for whatever reason, or he still doesn't think that Derek will believe him if he tries, but he can't just do nothing either. part of the curse is that the animation of the household only applies within the household. if they leave the castle grounds, they become actual objects. they die. Stiles knows this. but.....he has to try, doesn't he? Derek's life is on the line, and there is nothing that Stiles wouldn't risk for him.

- Stiles steps over the line, fully expecting to die. but he doesn't. because this risk, this act of true love, fulfills the curse. suddenly, Stiles is human again for the first time in years, gasping in the snow. with the next breath, he's running, because Derek is still in danger and Kate has a head start.

- they fight the bad guys and the Argents eat shit and Stiles locks eyes with a newly-human Derek and the ending would be all kinds of sappy, blah blah blah, we all know how these things go 😂 i just want that climactic moment of transformation so badly alkfdj

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ask me about my unwritten fic daydreams

[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,325

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

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

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' storyline.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) finally arrives at Beacon Hills for the funeral of her aunt and meets a certain wolf to which she feels a special connection.

A/N: Second fandom I'm writing for. I love Teen Wolf so much and the trope of hard Derek but only soft for you makes my heart sing. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

I hugged the black coat to my body as hard as I could whilst pushing through the sea of press. Our family's last name became quite known after the reports about my aunt, whose burial we were attending. She had allegedly burned down a house with people in it.  She killed them in cold blood. I hugged my grieving uncle and his less grieving wife, then my cousin who had a painful look on her face. I hugged her the longest. She let herself crumble on my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Even though she was a horrible person she was still our aunt, family.

I took my seat behind Allison when my father, my mother, uncle Chris, and aunt Victoria stood up. Allison didn't lift her head and neither did I. I just tried to comfort her.

"It's been such a long time I don't expect you to call me grandpa." We both looked up to see a white-haired man who resembled the Argent features. "Don't worry about it, just call me Gerard." He hugged both of us, an overpowering aura emanating from his being. When we were engulfed, I looked to the side and saw two boys squatting behind a gravestone. If they were hiding, they were doing a horrible job at it.

"But I prefer Grandpa," Gerard said walking to his seat. I sat back down and drifted off during the whole ceremony. Once it was over, I joined my parents and we drove to our new house. I have a feeling that life here will be very interesting.

That weekend I decided that I had been putting working out off for too long. I changed into comfortable workout clothes and gave food to my dog, Brody. I headed out the door, put my earbuds on, and started to jog. I really didn't know where I was going since it was a new place for me, all I know is that I kept running until I reached the woods. The bad thing about this, I had no idea how to get back home. Even though I knew of this sidetrack and I knew I would be late to get back home, I kept running, needing a release from the mundane feeling of being new in town and having to reunite from our estranged family in a funeral.

I had gained a lot of momentum. God knows how fast I was running at this point that is until I hit something, it almost felt like a wall. When I looked up, I saw a very handsome guy. Spiked hair, green eyes, and slight stubble. If it weren't for the fact that I was already sweaty I would have started to sweat showers of how nervous I was. That is until he opened his mouth.

"Watch where you're going." He growled at me.

"How about you fucking move and not be a prick?" He looked at me with big eyes, probably in surprise, but quickly changed to his menacing look. Who was he trying to fool?

"Well, this is private property, which means that you're trespassing, meaning you should pay more attention to your surroundings."

"I'm sorry but a burnt-down house with almost no walls or roof is barely a property. So, how about you stop being an idiot and I can be on my way." I started to jog once again but he gained my attention once more.

"You're new here, aren't you?" I turned around to face him.

"What's it to you?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I'll take that as a yes." The cockiness oozed out of his pores.

"And why the hell should that matter?"

"Because no one would dare talk to me that way."

"Who would be afraid of a little sour wolf?" He tensed up. "Dude, chill. I'm just kidding. But I doubt anyone would be afraid of Mr...."

"Hale. Derek Hale." He said extending his hand to me. Gee, after screaming at me he wants us to be acquaintances. I thought about not shaking his hand, but I didn't want to be rude. Well, more than I have been already.

"(Y/N). Argent." I shook his hand. Strong grip. Suddenly I felt a rush of déjà vu; I had met him the day before. "Wait, aren't you that guy I accidentally hit with my grocery cart yesterday?"

"Yeah, that really hurt. You hit my ankle. You could've had me limping."

"But you're not, so be grateful I didn't break your ankle." He laughed. "Damn, if I had known how cocky you really were, I would've hit you harder."

"So, you admit that you hit me?"

"Oh yeah, of course, I hit you. Accidentally that is."

"Yeah, yeah."

I looked around trying to find where the hell I had come from but there wasn't even the slightest trail as to where I was to go.

"So, miss (Y/N). Do you even know your way home?"

"No, but I'm sure I can find my way back." Then, he took keys out of his pocket and pointed to his car.

"Come on, I'll drive you around and you just tell me when something seems familiar."

"And why should I go with the guy that almost ripped out my throat for bumping into him? For all I know you could be driving me to my death." I crossed my arms over my chest, and he let out a loud sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping. But I'm trying to be nice. That doesn't happen very often."

"Alright, Mr. Hale. I'll let you take me home just because you are being nice now, after being a prick, and I'm exhausted."

"See, no one can resist me." I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. Seriously does he buy cans of it on eBay?

"Don't get cocky with me. I can punch the living daylights out of you." He chuckled and started to drive.

We drove for about 20 minutes until I finally recognized the curb that led to my house. Upon arriving at my driveway, I got out of the car and walked to the driver’s side.

"Give me your hand” For some reason, I felt compelled to do so. He took a pen and wrote down a number. "Call me if you ever need a tour of the town."

Three weeks later, I walked inside the school to meet up with Allison. I moved here with my family since dad had some business taking float. Being the new kid in town is never fun. I would know. I switch schools almost every year. The pro and con about this would be not being attached to anyone. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't talk to anyone and is called a freak. A derogatory term given to people who are way too different from others, but a title I wore proudly.

"Oh my gosh, (Y/N)! How have you been?" Allison wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. It was as if she hadn't seen me just three weeks ago.

"Hi, Allison. I've been good, getting acclimated to the new town. You?" You would think that because we were cousins, I would be more affectionate towards her but honestly, I wouldn't see her again for like three more years, so what's the point?

"I'm good. A little rocky at the start of coming here but good." Then, a boy with a buzz cut and one with great brown hair walked by and smiled at Alli. "Ooh, you should come meet my friends. Stiles, Scott!! Come here." The boys turned around with goofy grins on their faces.

"Hey, Allison. Who's this?" Buzzcut kid said.

"This is my cousin, (Y/N). She just moved here from Virginia."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Scott." The one with the great hair said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Stiles." I shook their hands and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, too, buzzcut." Allison and Scott laughed but Stiles only ran his hand through his hair, suddenly becoming hyperaware of his lack of locks.

"Allison. Who might this sexy lady be?" I rolled my eyes. The last thing I need is a narcissist with a god-complex trying to get close.

"Oh, Jackson, this is my cousin, (Y/N)."

"Hi." He extended his hand and looked me up and down.

"Hi." I smiled sarcastically, and when I didn't extend my hand, he dropped his.

Finally, after standing awkwardly behind Allison whilst her friends talked, the bell rang. Talk about saved by the bell.

"Hey, (Y/N), what's your first class?" I checked my schedule.

"Um, chemistry."

"Oh, good, then you're coming with us to Mr. Harris' class," Scott said pointing towards him and Stiles. I smiled and walked behind them.

Once we got to the classroom everyone turned to me, the ever-present sign of being new in the class evident in the stare of my classmates.

"Um, hi, my name is (Y/N) Argent and I'm new." The teacher, whom I guess is Mr. Harris, turned around to face me.

"Oh, yes, Miss Argent. Welcome. You will be sitting next to Isaac Lahey. Lahey, raise your hand." Once Isaac raised his hand, I noticed he was sat near Stiles and Scott. Two people I was trying to avoid. As I walked past, I accidentally pushed Stiles' book on his lap, startling him, resulting in an awkward descent from his lab stool onto the floor.

"Hi, again. I guess we are gonna see a lot of each other for the rest of the school year." I nodded and he scratched the back of his neck. "So, um, what school did you come from?"

"Lancaster High," I responded whilst writing down what Mr. Harris was writing on the board. Stiles kept trying to talk to me, but I would only give him short, cold answers or just ignore him. That is until Mr. Harris called our attention, that's when he finally got the memo to shut up.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to introduce myself since we're gonna be seated next to each other all year. I'm Isaac."

"I figured." I tried giving him my best smile. The vibe he was giving off seemed like he needed it. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, nice to meet you, (Y/N). Now I'll leave you to the class because if I don't I know I'll be failing even more than I am."

"Oh, well, maybe I can tutor you some time. I'm actually really good at science. My mom was a chemist professor once upon a time so I'm bound to understand all this."

"Really?!" His puppy eyes seemed to light up and I nodded. "That would actually be amazing."

"Sure thing. Now let's get back to class."

After Chemistry finished, I put everything in my bag as quickly as possible and sped to my next class, Math. Thankfully, none of Allison's friends shared this class with me but I did share it with Isaac.  I didn't consider him much a friend but more an acquaintance in desperate need of help.

As the day progressed, I noticed the rest of my classes were shared with one or more of Allison's friends. They all tried to strike up a conversation but were quickly discouraged when met with my one-worded or vague answers. Especially, Stiles. He tried especially hard to get answers out of me, only being met with the occasional laugh or stare at his comical occurrences. He seemed like the kind of person you could just open up to. The same could be said about Scott. His shy nature was alluring, and he portrayed himself as a very trustworthy and loyal being.

But I would not allow myself to let them in. My whole being yearned for a real friendship, someone to share nothing and everything; never again.

At lunch, I sat outside and ate my food quietly, a book in front of my face to shield my eyes from the sun the prevalent stares of my peers. After some minutes of appreciated loneliness, the empty table was filled with conversating teenage bodies. I smiled politely but, in my mind, I was cursing them out.

"So, (Y/N), how's your day been?" Allison asked whilst munching on an apple. I swallowed what was left of my bite and answered.

"Fine, thank you." This time no one pressed on after my short answers, finally getting the hint of my disinterest. In the corner of my eye, I saw Isaac sitting under a tree munching on half a sandwich. I excused myself and went to join him, heavily enjoying his tranquil aura.

"Oh, hi, (Y/N)." He smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, Isaac. Is that all you're eating?"

"Yeah. I'm not very hungry." He looked down as if he were ashamed.

"Nonsense! Here," I gave him the other half of my burger and another bag of chips I had in my bag. "You can't tell me you're not hungry. You're a boy in peak development."

"Thanks." He smiled as he continued munching on his food. I put on some music and we continued eating in silence. No conversation required.

The day went on smoother than it started. Classes flew by fairly quickly and the incessant chit-chat seemed to diminish. During last period I was like every other student, anxiously waiting for the bell to signal the end of the school day. When my pleads were answered, I packed the necessary book into my bag and left the rest in my locker, expertly avoiding any more social encounters. Quickly, I made my way to the waiting open car door of my father's car, ignoring Allison's beckoning me t.wards the small group of friends.

"How was your first day, darling?" My father spoke up breaking my attention from the scenery.

"Like any other first day I've had." I smiled. "The towns might change but school is always the same."

Finally at home, we were greeted with the sight of my mother cooking; people were coming over.

"(Y/N), honey, Chris, Victoria, and Allison are coming over tonight. So, go do a quick workout and come back to get ready." I nodded and ran to my room to change into workout clothes.

My routine would normally consist of waking up, working out, go to school for a dreading eight hours, come back home, workout again, do my homework, eat, and go to sleep. I lead a very monotonous life and it had been this way since I could remember. One of my earliest memories was of my father teaching me archery alongside Allison, a great distraction to our always disrupted home life. As I got older, my father started training me in boxing and knife maneuvering. How would these skills help me in life were still a mystery but I felt safe knowing them.

I got changed and decided to take Brody out with me on a quick jog through the woods. "Hey, boy, ready to go?"

He jumped on me which I took as a yes and started for the woods. We ran down the same trail I had been going on for the past three weeks. Mostly, I went down this track in hopes that Derek would make an appearance, and today was not the exception. As the ruins of his house came to view so did his tall figure.

"Trespassing again?"

"It doesn't count if I know the owner." During our greeting, Brody's leash slipped out of my hand and he ran to jump on Derek, leaving slobbering licks on his cheek. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He chuckled and helped me bring him down.

"I guess he likes you, even though he doesn't like anyone but me. Guess you're special."

"Maybe." He grinned.

Out of nowhere, I hit him in the shoulder. "What was that for?!"

"For trying to run me over with your shopping cart two days ago. It was uncalled for."

"No, it was revenge. You hit ME first. In the ankle."

"You're still on with that. Come on, sour wolf. That happened three weeks ago, and it was an accident."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll give you a ride home. It's getting kind of dark." This had also become part of my routine. After "bumping" into Derek he would offer to drop me off at my house, claiming it was for security.

"Okay, we're here. By the way, the offer to show you around town is still up. Just call me whenever." He said as he stopped the car in front of my house.

"Alright, will do, and thanks for the ride, Derek. I'd invite you in, but my family is coming over."

"No worries, maybe another time."

"It's a date. Anyways, thanks again. See you when I see you."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night." He waited until I entered the house and drove away.

"Munchkin, is that you?" My father screamed from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" I screamed back.

"Okay, well, go take a shower and get ready your uncle will get here soon."

I hurried up the stairs and hopped in the shower letting the hot water stream down my body calming any aching muscle that was palpitating. In my room, I searched through my closet for an acceptable family dinner outfit, deciding a grey sweater and black jeans would be enough. I braided my hair out of my face and went downstairs to help my mother set the table.

After we put the last plate the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I ran to the door and was greeted by my uncle. "Uncle Chris!" I jumped and he hugged me. There was no doubt that he was my favorite family member, his presence was always welcoming. His wife on the other hand was as cold as the winters we spent in New York. She was nice but absolutely scary. "Hi, Aunt Victoria."

"Hello, (Y/N)." I hugged her and said hi to Allison.

"Come in, guys." They walked in and I closed the door behind them.

"So, (Y/N), how have you been?" Uncle Chris asked while stuffing his mouth with mom's famous lasagna.

"I've been good. I mean, moving all the time takes a toll on you at first, but I got used to it. It's easy now to pack it all up once the school year ends."

"Oh, honey, that must be so hard on you," Victoria said. I could not read her tone, her words spoke in sympathetic notes with an underlying melody of sarcasm.  Not knowing what to answer, I bit my lip and nodded.

The whole evening was spent on us catching up and eating, laughing, playing games, but the good times came to an end when the clock hit 9:00 pm. It was stupid to set a curfew, but my mom usually had everyone in bed at this time, 10:30 as of late.

"You better come around the house more often." Uncle Chris demanded and hugged me.

"Yes, sir." I raised my hand to my eyebrow and saluted, as did he.

"Let's go, Chris. And thank you for the lovely dinner, Rebecca," Victoria said linking arms with my uncle and smiling at mom.

"No problem. Come by any time." They talked for a bit more and after they left, I went upstairs to change for bed.

"Momma, I'm gonna go to sleep."

"Okay, honey. Goodnight." I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a ponytail.

Before bed, I made sure everything I would need for the next day was packed into my bag and made sure my alarm was set. I pulled all the throw pillows from my bed and set them aside, then making my way to the window to draw the curtains. Something caught my attention in the backyard, though. My eyes squinted trying to make out the figure in front of me. Blinking the confusion away, I made a double-take and looked back at an empty yard. I laughed to myself as I crept into bed. Why would Derek be in my backyard?

Next ->

[theofficialstereklibrary]

different communications - sterek edition

so I’ve been stuck in my house for a year now and it’s weird to not communicate with people in a different way than before. mostly thro social media, texting & video calls. so heres some other forms of communications in sterek fics. enjoy & be safe <3

letter writing tag:

Just to See You Again by MellytheHun (9/9 | 14,950 | NC17)

A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.

He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) (1/1 | 5,920 |  R)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

You've Got Notes by the_gramophone (1/1 | 14,817 | R)

Stiles Stilinski has wanted star basketball player Derek Hale forever, but what are the odds of that ever happening? A love story of letters, prom, and the healing power of milkshakes.

Lovely Penmanship by DLanaDHZ (31/31 | 110,743 | NC17)

To use a scribe to write your letters is a sign of privilege. To be a scribe is... mildly better than a servant. When Stiles, scribe to Lady Kate Argent, is instructed to write a love letter to Lord Derek Hale in her stead, he has no idea just how far from plan things will go. He has no idea that this series of letters will begin a secret affair under the noses of his employers, will lead to him discovering the truth about his past family tragedy, and will make his head spin for both good and bad reasons. All he knows is 'Dear Derek' has some very lovely penmanship.

texting tag:

my heart's been offline by thepsychicclam (1/1 | 58,893 | NC17)

31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)

26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)

Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.

New Flavour, Sweet Finish by SylvieW (1/1 | 3,248 | R)

Stiles’ Grandmother gives his number to a stranger at a coffee shop.

The Right Number by kyaticlikestea (8/8 | 30,379 | PG13)

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.

So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

A sudden simple twist of fate by heydoeydoey (1/1 | 14,506 | PG13)

Stiles still has Derek's number saved in his phone, and he tells himself he's going to delete it, but he doesn't. Instead, he sends Derek a text. Okay, four texts.

online/phone calls:

Letters by ericaismeg (1/1 | 8,924 | G)

“Stiles, this is getting ridiculous. Can you please do something about it?” Lydia demands. “Do anything. I don’t care. Go up and kiss him, ask him to prom this year, write him secret admirer love letters, whatever. Just do something.”

***

OR: The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

I Settle for Long Distance Calls by iamursforevrmre (1/1 | 4,369 | G)

Derek is the guy who Stiles met on some random band page on MySpace because Derek made a ridiculously hilarious comment and with a spurt of confidence, Stiles had messaged him to tell him just how hilarious it was and they got to talking. Derek is the guy that made a FaceBook account just to talk to Stiles on the messenger so they could talk more when MySpace was slowly dying out. Derek is the guy that changed his text message plan to unlimited when he finally sent Stiles his cell phone number. Derek is the guy that has been on the phone with Stiles at any and all hours through the day.

And Derek is the guy that Stiles is in love with.

Getting to Know You by Inell (1/1 | 8,402 | NC17)

Derek is back in Oregon temporarily, but he and Stiles still take time out of their busy lives to try to get to know each other a little bit better.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych (1/1 | 24,552 | NC17)

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

"One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn't care."

Wrong Number by greenleaf (1/1 | 9,833 | PG13)

Even wrong numbers can get it right sometimes.

...Or one where Stiles dials the wrong number and keeps forgetting to change it, while Derek ends up going along for the ride and sees Stiles four times before Stiles meets him.

[piratewithvigor]

My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool 

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously. 

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged. 

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

[demigoddessnation]

ranking teen wolf dilfs (and milfs) because there's no law to stop me from doing it

a/n: potential spoilers and slight nsfw i guess

at number 10 we have

kate argent

- ik ik, lady was damaged (and hard to kill)

- but i have a thing for knife-yealding, blood-thirsty women

- step on me pls

- would probably torture me really bad

- if i take her on a lasertag game, she would beat me with the laser gun

- knife kink 100%

- minus points for that one scene with young derek 😣

moving on to number 9, we have

mr deucalion

- i appreciate visionaries

- when scott and he worked together...let me tell you i sCREAMED

- probably a gemini

- knows how to keep it interesting

- full of wise sayings

- can and will manipulate my infp self unfortunately

number 8

the desert wolf

- yes, i see the pattern at this point of the ranking

- loved the daughter, loved the mother, couldn't help it

- charisma x100

- feels like she runs a luxurious nightclub on the side and i love it

- cool nickname

- probs a bdsm enthusiast, if not a full-on buff

- she'll shoot me and I'll say thank you

coming up at number 7 is

dr deaton

- what can I say, there's something about the intellectuals

- loyal, dependable, wouldn't mind red wine brunch dates

- we could discuss poetry together

- LOVES ANIMALS

- always knew a way out of the trouble and I'm predisposed to getting in trouble so we'll get along perfectly

- a gentleman in the streets

number 6

coach finstock

- inexplicably dilf but a dilf nevertheless

- enemies to lovers, 500k words, sarcasm and lacrosse dates

- will drag me to games

- i just have a soft spot for him

- awkward af

- dad bod supremacy

- will always love greenberg more than me but I can live with that burden ig

coming strong at 5th place

peter hale

- self-explanatory

- without beard 😐 / with beard 😩

- the "i hate everyone but you" type of dynamic

- hot then, hot now

- probs an aries but I'll suck it up

- not the uncle he could've been but tried to be the father he wanted to be

- honestly has the only acceptable-looking wolf form and that pretty much sold it for me

- wouldn't cuddle for shit but will arguably break your back so who cares

at number 4

sheriff stilinski

- i don't like law enforcement but he can get it, no questions asked

- likes curly fries (yes, that is a valid reason)

- supports the lgbtqia+ community

- will scold me

- has a son with a slavic name and I'm slavic so I'll finally teach them how to spell and pronounce it

- knows how to use them handcuffs

- actually very romantic

- isn't afraid of anything and i have a phobia of needles so he'll be my moral support when necessary

- resting bitch face and knows how to fight

- has a firm grip (on his firearm)

number 3

noshiko yukimura

- please, she owns season 3b

- has 900 years of experience

- always knows what she's doing

- had a possessed man run after her and whisper their special phrase to her right before dying - she is the fucking moment

- wise and has a katana

- a questionable taste for military men but will make an exception

- sugar mommy vibes

- i'll carry her sword for her if i must

i love number 2

chris argent

- "can I talk to you? in my office, where i keep my guns?"

- again, the beard

- had a huge character development

- a man of his word

- can shoot with not one, but two guns at the same time

- ripped

- blue eyes

- charisma

- i mean just look at him

- the smirk, i can't

and finally, at number 1

melissa mccall

- I'd sell my house, both my kidneys, my crystal collection and my soul for this woman without batting an eye

- the purest, kindest soul ever

- the most badass mother too

- doctor/patient roleplay

- she is beauty AND grace, what more can i want

- I'd steal her from argent if i could

- I'd clean her house, do her dishes and her laundry (extra softener), that's how much I love her

- I don't know a single person who doesn't like her, which pretty much speaks for itself

[kittlesandbugs]

Happy birthday! How about a "listening to the other’s heartbeat" for the prompts

TY FOR BIRTHDAY PROMPT

Different Origin, Same Heartbeats (AO3 Link)

Rating: G, no warnings lol

Pairing: Chargentstep (Ricardo Ortega/Lady Argent/Female Sidestep)

Summary: After making an off-color joke about your lack of humanity, Argent decides to prove otherwise to you. Ortega helps and hinders.

Argent silences her TV with a wave of her hand and crawls over Ortega to you. She shoves you (gently) back against the arm of the sectional and presses an ear to your left breast.

"… what are you doing?" you ask once the confused shock passes. Still confused though.

"Listening to your heartbeat," she says, like it's obvious.

"... why?"

With a seemingly satisfied nod, she pushes herself back up and crawls over to Ortega's side and presses her ear to his left breast.

"So I can compare it to Ricardo's, because you keep suggesting you're not human." She rolls her eyes. "Like an idiot."

"Aw Angie, that's so sweet." Ortega drapes an arm around her back in a loose embrace, kisses her forehead.

"Shut up, I'm listening."

He passes you an amused glance over her shoulder but does as he's told.

After a few moments, she slides out from under his arm and sits back on her heels between the two of you. "I think you guys sound almost the same." Critical silver eyes turn your way, daring you to argue. "So, you're human."

"Does Ric really count though? He's like half robot," you say with a shrug.

"Hey, no I'm not—"

"Who else should I be comparing it to then?" she demands, glowering.

"Well, not yourself obviously, because you're half monster."

"And you're a lab grown slab of meat." The words are tempered by her tone and the grin teasing at the edge of her lips.

"Hey, don't be rude." Ortega gets up and cuts in between you and Argent like a referee. You have to put your feet on the floor to make space as Argent scooches back.

Argent shrugs the blame away. "She said it, not me."

"Yep, I did. Five minutes ago, even." Probably what started this whole charade.

His long-suffering sigh reminds you too much of his mother and a giggle sneaks out.

"Besides, I can't even listen to my own heartbeat." Argent gives you a pointed look as she brings the conversation back on track.

"Then I'll listen and compare you two." Ortega says and leans towards Argent.

"You just want an excuse to put your head on my chest." Argent crosses her arms over her chest to block him, her serious and stubborn gaze completely undermined by her smirking lips.

"Hey, c'mon. You did it to me!" he widens his eyes in mock innocence. He rolls them when she doesn't budge. "Are we comparing heartbeats or not?"

"Oh, alright." Argent lowers her arms so he can lean in.

He does, listens for a few moments, then turns his face in and presses a kiss to her heart. You don't have time to dodge before he traps you in the corner, gives the same tender treatment, making your face burn.

Fuck, why can't Argent blush too?

"Yeah, you ladies sound pretty similar too." He settles back on the couch, still between you. "Must all be human."

"I feel like we need an outside perspective," you say, not quite ready to admit defeat on this.

"What if we listened to Chen's heartbeat?" Ortega suggests, playing along.

You shake your head. "I don't think he'd let us. Besides, he's like three-quarters robot."

"Still being rude." He taps you on the nose, grins impishly. "Spoon?"

Argent gets to him before you do, whacks him gently upside the head. "Don't be stupid."

"Fiiiiiiine," he drawls. "I guess that just leaves Danny?"

You shake your head. "We'd give him an aneurysm, he's still crushing hard on us. Gotten a lot better at hiding it, though."

Argent perks up, gives you a curious look. "He is?"

"Yep. Brain practically lights up like the sun near us."

"Interesting." You foresee teasing in his future and almost feel bad for the kid. "What if Ricardo listens?" Argent suggests.

Ortega shakes his head. "Nope, that won't work either."

"Why?" you ask, prodding him in the chest. "You suggested him."

"Because he has a crush on me too."

"He does?" You've never picked up anything like that from him.

"Of course." Ortega's grin widens to shit-eating and you mentally swear at yourself for stepping into that one. "Everyone does."

"You're so full of yourself, oh my god." Argent grabs one of the throw pillows and chucks it at his face.

He laughs and lets it hit him, lets it fall to the floor. His strong arms coil around your torso and he pulls you into his lap. "You know, you haven't listened to ours yet, Ry."

"Augh, fine," you grouse and lean your ear in against him. He's warm and his heart beats strong, slow, steady. Not at all like when he almost killed himself using his lightning against Sharkinator in the water like a goddamn idiot. When you had to resuscitate him.

You like it much better this way.

As you draw back, he catches your chin and tilts it up for a kiss, because of course he does. You let him, though. Return it and then some. This whole game has left you feeling entirely too soft, punchdrunk on warmth.

He finally lets you slink out of his arms and into Argent's. She kisses you on the way in, nips you a little with sharp teeth. Probably for arguing with her about your supposed humanity. She doesn't like it when you refer to yourself as a thing. You give her another little apology peck when she lets go of your lip.

Sometimes it's hard to fight twenty-plus years of conditioning. To just let yourself be happy. Be more than what they made.

You lay your ear on her breast. She's cooler, softer, just as you expect. But her heart is just as steady, just as strong as Ortega's. Did it falter when she was torn apart and rebuilt?

You hope not.

Rather than getting up entirely, you turn over onto your back when you're through and lay your head in her lap. Stretch out your legs into his lap.

Her fingers comb the shaggy hair back from your face. His fingers dig into your left calf, into the tight muscles there. You bite back a groan. Your old scar from Psychopathor has been bothering you lately. He must have seen you limping when you arrived at Argent's apartment.

"So what's the verdict then, Riley?" Argent asks as she lightly massages your scalp.

"You two sound the same." You give her a crooked grin. "I guess we're all abominations.

"Humans. Humans who love each other," Ortega corrects and interjects, digs his thumb in deeper. You swear and fumble for another pillow to throw at him.

Argent has your back, supplies one for you. "I don't know if I'd go that far," she says with a smirk.

He bats the pillow away with a laugh before it hits him in the face. "You two are the worst. Can't we just go back to snuggling and watching the movie?"

She gives him a sly sideways glance. "Maybe after you order some food. I'm getting hungry."

"Same." You nudge his leg with your other foot. "Thai?" You remember Argent mentioning there was a good one down the street.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll be back in a few." He slides out from under your legs and heads into the kitchen, where he left his phone.

You glance up at Argent and ask quietly, "Can I listen again?"

"Of course," she answers just as softly. Wraps an arm around your shoulders after you sit up and lay your head on her breast once more. The beat of her heart, the gentle rise and fall of her chest lull you into quiet relaxation. Her fingers knot with the hand you've lain across her lap.

People are supposed like heartbeats because it reminds them of the womb. You can’t relate to that at all but at the same time… maybe the instinct is still there...

You nod off before Ortega gets back with the food.

[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 5

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. n this chapter, you will find: You and Derek think that you got a clue about the alpha, and you'll go investigate. Word count: 1.701 Pairings: Reader x Platonic!Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: None. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Four | Chapter Six RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It wasn't so hard to explain what happened in the school. Actually, Scott made all the work telling that Derek was trying to kill all of you. You said to the authorities that you received a message from Scott and, thinking that he had some kind of problem, you went there to help. You haven't said you saw Derek or something because you would feel awful to incriminate an innocent. So, you just simply said that you did not see anything and took the kids out of school. Sebastian was so proud of you that he said to everyone that the girl who took the teenagers out of school was his Au Pair.

While you're doing the children's laundry, you have begun to think about the message you had received yesterday, falsely attributed to Scott and who took you to school. Well, you could track the origin of the messages and find out something that could help you to find the Alpha. Yeah, it could work!

You call Stiles, to talk about your idea, and then, you go to his house.

"How do you learned to track this?"

Stiles was looking at you, curious, while you enter his house. You gave him a smile.

"I had a hacker phase. But don't worry, I can't do more than this and change another's person Facebook password."

You go upstairs and Stiles opens his bedroom door. Both of you almost had a heart attack when you saw Derek there. You curse in your main language, with your hand in your chest.

"You scared me!"

Stiles put his hands up looking at Derek.

"Calm down, ok, she knows the truth."

Hale's green eyes got narrow, and he gave a step forward to Stiles's direction. He wasn't happy at all.

"What the hell you think you're doing, Stiles?! We can't put one more person into all that shit!"

It was your turn to gave a step forward to Derek and Stiles's direction. Your gaze meets Derek's eyes.

"Calm down, Stiles and Scott didn't tell me anything. I'd found out by myself."

Derek analyzes you. You weren't lying. He put his guard down and nod with his head, and you put yourself in front of Stiles's laptop. Stiles and Derek approach you, looking at the laptop's screen.

"Okay, Derek, I'll tell you my idea: We will track the origin of the messages that the kids and I had received to get to the school. I think it could give us a clue about the Alpha."

Hale arch his eyebrows, looking at you. You were smart.

"Sounds good." He said, and you give him a soft smile.

You start to push a few buttons on the laptop. A few minutes later, the localization was on the screen: It came from the Hospital, and who sent the messages was Melissa McCall.

"It can't be right." Said Stiles, with his hand on his head. He was scared "We should tell Scott?"

"Not yet." You heard Derek's voice "We need to investigate it first."

Stiles nods.

"Okay, we'll go now?"

You got up from the chair, your eyes narrowed.

"We? Oh, no, no." You approach Stiles and cross your arms "You'll go to the lacrosse game, and be a common teenager. I'll solve this."

"But you-"

"Stiles. No."

"Damn!"

"But you can't go by yourself." You heard Derek said, looking at you.

"Okay, so..." You took your phone from Stiles's desk and look at Hale "I'll send you a message, and we'll go together."

"Oh, look! The repair of your car is great! I can't even notice that I hit it."

It was the first thing you notice when you saw Derek's car. You sit in the passenger seat, and he looks at you.

"It wasn't that bad." He turns the car on and, now, you are going to the Hospital "How do you found out about... everything?"

You think it's better to hide some details of the story, at least until you find out about your marks and about the ginger lady. That's the reason you replies:

"It was because of that day in the woods. I thought it was just a nightmare, but then I analyzed it. So I met a guy, who taught me a few things."

"What guy? Chris Argent?"

He glares at you with his eyes narrowed, clearly suspicious about you.

"No. Haytham Conwell. He said to me that I need to stay away from you and Scott, and said that I can't trust you."

Despite your denial, Derek's still suspicious about you. His serious face is focused on the road.

"Maybe he's right."

"I don't think so."

He arches his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

"Because you've saved my life. I'm not the kind of person who forgets people who help me. So... Thank you. I owe you one."

You had clearly taken him by surprise. His body became less tense, and his expression softened.

"Stiles was close to me when you call him." He said, with his guard down at least a little. "We had just caught Scott, he was out of control that night because of the full moon. But when he listened to your voice... He just runs to help you. Those kids love you."

"I know." You gave him a soft smile "I love them too. It's an odd part of being Au Pair, you know? You just have your maternal instincts higher to another level, and then the kids become just like they are your own."

It was Derek's turn to let escape a soft smile. Since you entered Stiles's bedroom, Derek was watching your heartbeats, to make sure you aren't a liar. But you're not. You're just... too good for this wild supernatural world.

Derek parks his car in front of the hospital. You let out a long sigh.

"Okay," You said, looking at his green eyes "I'll come in. I'll call you if I found something."

He nods positively with his head for you, and you go out of the car. Derek had sent to you a few information before you got into his car, like the name of the nurse of his uncle and where are his bedroom. You enter the hospital with all that info in mind, and you go directly to Peter's bedroom. But he isn't there. That's the time you take your phone and call Derek.

"Uh, I'm sure I'm in the correct bedroom, and there's no one here."

"Damn, get out, he's the Alpha!"

Crap.

"You shouldn't be here."

You look to your right and see the nurse.

"Oh, there you are! You give me a lot of troubles with that bullet, you know?"

You look to your left and there he is, Peter Hale, with part of his face burnt.

"I would love to give you more problems than it."

"You know what? I think you're pretty brave for a human. I mean, I could have killed you that night in the woods but I just wanted to play a little."

Derek appears, running and putting himself in front of you.

"(Y/N), get out."

Peter and Derek roared to each other, and the nurse behind you took a dagger out of her clothes. Then, a shiver spread all over your body with a cold feeling. What was that sensation?

Derek attacks Peter, and the nurse tries to hit you with the dagger. Surprisingly, you deflect and hold his wrist, hitting her in the face with your elbow. The nurse staggered back with your hit, and you don't waste the opportunity: You hit her in the face with your right punch, and then you did the same with your left punch. As a final hit, you kick her chest and she fell back. His head hit's a glass table, and she stays unconscious.

You look at your hands, scared. You don't know how to fight like that. What the hell has happened?

The sound of a body falling on the floor push you off your own thoughts. When you turn back, you see that Peter had thrown Derek on the floor. He's bleeding. Instinctively, you push your gun and shoot at Peter. Your shoots didn't hit him, and he catches you by your neck, raising you from the floor.

"There's nothing more dangerous than a brave dumb, don't you think?"

He throws you against the wall, and you fell to the floor. There, while you try to compose yourself, you see Peter walking in Derek's direction.

"I didn't know what I was doing when I killed Laura, I'd lost control! Look, we're a family. We don't need to fight. Think about it."

Peter walks to his nurse and takes her in his arms. He looks at you.

"See you soon, (Y/N)."

After Peter leaves, you stood up and walk to Derek. He has stood up already and has blood on his shirt. He was hurt.

"Do you will heal?" You ask him, looking at the huge cut on his belly.

"Yeah, but slowly because it was made by an Alpha."

"We better take care of it, so. I have some first aid at home. I'll hide you in my bedroom, so, please, you need to stay quiet because I don't wanna be fired."

Derek arch his eyebrows. He wasn't used to this kind of thing.

"I'm used to take care of myself."

"But you don't have to do this all the time, okay? Let me take care of it. Don't worry. I owe you one, remember?"

The smile you gave him just throw away every sort of excuse and argument he could have to say to you. You turn yourself and, while you were walking, you said:

"I'll drive!"

And what choices did he have? He just follows you and listening to your heartbeat, trying to catch all kinds of lies. But he can't detect anything. Actually, he hasn't any reason to get suspicious about you, but life has taught him that he needs to be careful with people. But based on all of the things he saw and know about you, who was just a few ones, you are just a common woman.

Okay, he would give you a chance to gain his trust.

[brydeswhale]

Fics I would be writing if I had the time, energy, or mental space...

Game Of Thrones/ASOIAF

1. The one where Sansa and Robert and Cersei's kid get betrothed. Basically, the idea is that Cersei and Robert's kid from the show lived, grew up in all that dysfunction and Robert wants him to marry Sansa. The two of them get along swimmingly, but canon is going on in the background, and bad things happen. Featuring an OC who cries, a LOT, and people calling Ned on his poor parenting.

I actually want this one because I love Sansa/If Robert And Cersei Had One Legit Kid, but they almost always are written by people who don't like Sansa, or have a very... weird view on events. So they're almost always really unsatisfying.

2. The one where Ned gets Sansa a harp teacher. This would have the harp teacher be part of a family of entertainers, who hide Sansa and Jeyne in their ranks and take her across Westeros, only to find a job they took on includes more than they expected. Features Ned surviving, and a granny who's in deep mourning that Sansa is being wasted by being a princess instead of the incredibly talented musician/composer she could be.

3. Robb goes to King's Landing and Sansa stays in Winterfell. Features an early Queen in the North, a creepy Tywin Lannister, and Robb being horribly traumatized, forced to marry Cersei, and an unknown player, out to destroy the Lannisters.

4. Sansa escapes and becomes the wife of a nice commoner, only to be discovered and forced to decide between the life she's come to love and the life she might have had.

5. Finishing the Five Wolves. Features Stannis being force fed his respect women juice, Grey Wolf living past the red wedding and saving Sansa before Littlefinger gets in there, Vale dire wolves who've been in hiding this whole time, and a puppy.

6. Robb is separated from Catelyn during an attack on Riverrun in his infancy, floats downriver in a basket and is picked up by a childless riverdwelling couple, part of an ethnic minority of river traders in the Riverlands. They assume he's actually an unwanted baby from a brothel upriver, set adrift in the hopes that he might be picked up by someone just like them. He then grows up, finds Grey Wolf, slays a mountain, goes to Dorne, gets married, and comes home, and meets the Queen In The North.

7. Septa Mordane dies after she and Sansa catch some kind of lung ailment. The new septa finds Arya charming and spirited, while deciding that Sansa is sullen and lazy(bc getting over massive illness). She also declares that Arya is just lovely, and Sansa is almost like a reed with a flame on the end. More of an exploration on how Sansa and Arya's dynamic is more about how they're perceived by the audience and the people around them than anything they actually do. Features Sansa hiding from her Septa in the kitchen.

8. The one where The wolves and the Stark Kids are more connected than people realize, and killing Lady kills Sansa. Sansa and Lady become a Demi-god/fairy duo who wander between the North and the Riverlands, saving lost children, guiding refugees, etc.

Teen Wolf:

1. The one where Scott is kidnapped by vampires, who think he's just the best EVER and almost refuse to let him go. Featuring some characters from when I used to play Vampire The Masquerade.

2. The one where biologist!Scott and momentary film! maker Kira find a coy wolf pup in the woods, raise her to release her to the wild, and get caught up in a battle between Argent Agriculture and Derek Hale's environmental activist group. Features monoculture crops and a snake.

3. The one where Scott rescues a little kid.

4. The one where Scott is captured by a shady branch of the FBI, only to be confronted with a familiar face. Features selkies, cat fairies, and a mer-person. also, teeth.

6. The one where Scott runs away from home after being rejected by his mom. Features found family and people who like trees.

7. The one where people rescue Scott from his friendship with Stiles, AKA you don't have to be friends with ppl who are mean to you.

8. The one where, instead of being stopped by Derek Hale biting her, Victoria Argent is seen by a teenager who records her trying to kill Scott on her cellphone, after calling the police. Victoria is arrested, her family is dragged through the mud, and Scott almost dies, but recovers. Hunters show up, as do other people.

The Untamed

1. The one where Wei Wuxian is raised by the Burial Mounds, who are actually pretty good parents. Features Ghosts and Wei Wuxian.

2. The one where Wei Ying is a recent exonoree from a death row in an unspecified southern state. Features the Lan family healing, and Jin Ling being cared for.

That's it. I wish I could write.

[anxiousstark]

S2 07 | Restraint

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, murder, swearing (always).

A/N: This is more likely a filler chapter. I swear as chapters go on they get better! I’m so excited for those ones to come out!

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." Noah Stilisnki glanced at us with deception. It broke my heart to see him feeling so ashamed of us. If only he knew everything that was going on.

Jackson had told his father about us, and now Scott, Stiles, and I had a restraint order.

The Hazel-eyed boy gazed around. "What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 - foot distance."

"Bu-. Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Mr. Stilisnki, Melissa, and Jackson's dad sighed, crossing their arms over their chest. "I'll just hold it."

Stiles was bickering with his dad. "Move," Melissa pushed Scott and me slightly. She focused her gaze on her son. "It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely behaviour, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed." She now looked at me. "I truly didn't expect you to follow whatever these two had in mind while preparing such a stupid joke to Jackson." I felt a pang on my chest, biting my lower lip, deciding that it was better to remain silent.

"I missed a chemistry test?"

"Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded." Her eyes again on me. "That goes for you too, young lady. I have to ground you too." I nodded.

"What about work?"

"Fine.Other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken." And I didn't watch TV.

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school." True.

"Then no, uh, no Stiles."

"What?!" Stiles and I snapped at the same time.

"No Stiles?!" Said boy came closer to us.

"No Stiles!" She shouted, making me and the boy back up. Damn, Melissa was quite scary when she yelled. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me!" Her hands shook a little as she tried to take the car key. "Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to-"

"No."

"Mom, come on, let me just, mom. Mom!" He grabbed her trembling hands.

"What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?"

"Do you really wanna know?

"Yeah. Is this about your father?" Stiles nodded in the back, telling Scott to lie. I was too distracted by the mention of our sperm donor. "It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um-. We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." It made me think. Why did he leave Scott and Melissa?

"So did you guys get into much trouble?" Allison asked me, her right hand tightly clutching her bag. "Melissa seems like a woman who has a strong attitude."

"She does." I nodded. "She took Scott's car keys, TV, my radio, and no Stiles." I pouted. I opened the door of the library, motioning for her to go first. She grinned at me.

"Woah, no Stiles." She winked while I looked at her confused. "Must be hard for you."

"Uh? What do you mean?" She didn't answer, gazing at the camera that was installed on the top of the wall, walking directly to a determined place. I wanted to ask her again, but if the Argents knew that she was talking to me, hell would break. That is why when we entered the library, I walked away from her, finding Scott and Stiles.

I smiled at both boys, Allison separated from us by a big shelf. From one of the spaces between the books, she slid a tablet. "It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused."

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." She replied, making Scott chuckle.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." He gazed at both of them, feeling insulted.

"I-I do too." Stiles's head turned towards me as he heard my confession.

"You do?" I nodded. "Want to come to my house and play together? We could complete all the missions, I'm already on the second part of the new event that finishes on-"

"No way!" I interrupted him. "It started one month ago! How did you get so far?"

Scott grinned, interrupting our passionate talk about our online community. "Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?"

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" His aggressive gesture celebrating that he was right almost hit me on the face.

"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad." I nodded along.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

I groaned, punching Stiles's arm playfully. "Why did you have to talk so soon?"

"All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though. The Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be-" Allison couldn't finish her sentence as the person in charge of the library got closer to her, trying to organize some books.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott finished fo her. A chill ran through my body, I knew what was in my past.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." If I was the same as Jackson, a Kanima. Would I be a werewolf after discovering what manifested this all?

"What if- It has something to do with his parents? His real parents." That could be me too. Jackson and I could have ended up being this monster for similar reasons.

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so- I'll talk to him myself." That wasn't a good idea. Jackson wouldn't be able to control his instincts if he was mad. And yeah, Allison was a pretty great hunter, but she could still get killed.

"Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" She grabbed his hand. "Promise me."

"Are they going to have sex right now? Here?" Stiles chuckled after my comment, grabbing my hand, taking me away from them to give privacy.

Scott was trying to past the chemistry test that he didn't attend, and I hoped that he would pass it. Stiles had spent the night before it helping him as much as possible, without Melissa knowing, of course. Remember, no Stiles.

Allison went to talk with Jackson and Stiles with Lydia. Allison didn't let me go with her, saying that she could protect herself, but I felt like something was going to be wrong. Stiles decided that Lydia would shy away if we went in a group to talk to her, so I was resting my back against the lockers while he followed the strawberry blonde girl.

I heard the ticking of a clock inside my head, I groaned. "Y/N?" Scott? Was I hearing Scott inside my head? "Allison needs me. Go get Stiles, he is in trouble. Keep an eye on him?"

"What about your exam?"

"They need me. She needs me, please."

"Go get Allison," I whispered aloud. I started walking fastly, trying to find Stiles. I did, and he was following Erica.

"You can't tell Derek, okay? There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

"Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Her hand rested on his chest, and I could feel hot all over. I didn't think twice, walking fastly to them, grabbing her wrist.

"I told you," I growled. "Don't touch-"

I was interrupted when the boy's locker room opened, Scott flying in the air, falling brutally into the ground, groaning. Jackson jumped on him, not being able to control himself. I ended up jumping on top of Jackson, trying to free Scott from him. But Whittemore punched me on the chin. Still, I continued fighting until Erica grabbed Jackson, and Stiles grasped me, lifting me from the floor. His arms were tight around my waist, mouth near my ear, letting me know that my eyes were ice blue. "Close them. Close your eyes. Breathe with me." He whispered.

We all ended up getting detention, Jackson had gone out of the room. He was pale and crazily sweating. When he came back, he still looked like he was going to pass out. Mr. Harris had left us on our own, letting us know that we needed to organize the library. I hated that dude.

Erica had let us know that Jackon's parents died in a car accident. Her father was the insurance investigator. Every time he sees Jackson drive his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18. During all this, Stiles was sitting next to her, and she tried to lowkey flirt with him.

Ugh.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison and I were staring at Jackson while organizing some books. The sooner we finished, the sooner we could get the hell out here.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" My parents weren't killed. My mom was a murderer, and my dad was an asshole who didn't have the heart to take care of any of his kids.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

"Then what about me?" I whispered.

"You aren't a kanima," Hazel-eyes peered deep into mine. "I told you before. We would have known that you were the Kanima like we knew that Jackson was." His hand rested on my back. "Don't worry about that. We will continue investigating."

After comforting me, Scott decided that we had to talk to Jackson. They continued talking, but I decided to ignore them. I felt dizzy, so I continued grabbing books, placing them where they belonged. My eyes went to read the title of the book 'Close your eyes, Y/N'. I blinked, a couple of times until those words disappeared, and the real title of the book appeared.

I grabbed another book, glancing at it. 'Obey or they die.'

"Stiles," I grabbed his arm, but he was trying to talk to Allison and Scott, deciding what to do with Jackson. "Stiles," He finally looked at me, a questioning look on his face. "W-What is the title of this book?"

He grabbed the books from my arms, still confused. "To kill a mockingbird." I nodded after his reply, smiling and placing the book where it belonged. I walked around, trying to find Jackson. But I found Matt, laying on the floor, blood dripping from the back of his neck.

"What the heck?" I heard Scott behind me when I turned around to look at him, glass shattered from above us, books falling. Scott threw his body on me, trying to shield me from the glass. "You okay?" I nodded my head, then he called for Erica. We heard her scream, and then, a thud.

We both quickly got up from the floor. We had to check on Erica, Allison, and Stiles. Stiles, was he okay?

Scott ran to Allison, and Stiles asking both of them if they were alright. I took a step to go to them but was stopped by Jackson. Half of his face was squamous, yellow eyes. He pushed me with incredible strength, my back hitting something, making me groan in pain.

Stiles clutched my hand, moving me to them. "Hey, hey. You okay?" His worried eyes examined every part of my face.

"Hurts like a bitch." I answered, grinning to lower his anxiety. Jackson was now acting odd, he was acting like the kanima. He was being controlled. He began writing on a blackboard "STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU." Then he flew out of the library, smashing his body against a window.

We got into our feet, Stiles and I running towards Erica while the other two were too focused on the board. "Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure." Stiles took Erica into his arms.

"He's alive." Allison checked Matt's pulse.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital."

"Derek - only to Derek." Even if her body was shaking, she just wanted to go to Hale.

"When we get her to the hospital-"

"To Derek. To Derek."

"Go." Allison looked deeply into my- Scott's eyes.

"I'm staying here with you."

"He can't take her alone. Not like this. And Matt - I've got to call an ambulance for him, just go."

"Guys," I interrupted. "Take Erica to Derek, now. I will stay here with Allison," I gazed at Scott, who was utterly anxious. "We will be alright." I felt other eyes on me when I turned my head I was met with Stiles's eyes. "Taker her to Derek, okay? Then, come back to me." He nodded.

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Day 4: Queer

@pridewrite2021 (I haven’t done day 3 because, man, angst is hard to write. But it will be up soon! I hope).

Anyways, here you can find my other two works that I have done for this lovely event!

Awakening

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Ship: Derek Hale × Stiles Stilinski

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Kid!Stiles realizing boys are equally as pretty as girls.

Read on AO3 or right here:

Warning: None.

>> Starts from here onwards.

Mrs. Rose was Stiles Stilinski's favorite person. She was a sweet old lady, with the voice of an angel (she'd smiled the biggest when he'd told her that), and she loved reading to him and the other kids in the library. Stiles' favorite place was the library, and he was very happy that he got to go to the library and talk to Mrs. Rose everyday!

“I'll see you in the evening, okay, Mischief?” His mom's voice made him look back at her, and he smiled and nodded.

“Okay, mommy! Bring back a cookie for me? Please?” His mommy worked in the best bakery in town, and he loved the chocolate cookies the best. If he'd been good in school, his mom would even bring him back some desert! And he'd been really good today.

Mom smiled and pulled him in a hug, then kissed his forehead and told him to be good, leaving him in the lounge area of the library to wait for Mrs. Rose to come. His mom always dropped him off some time before the reading session started, but he didn't mind it. He loved exploring the library all on his own.

Today was a little different, though. Normally, only kids around his age came in with parents, and they either sat in the lounge area or followed him around—he was the only one allowed to touch the books (which he could reach), because most kids didn't understand the value of books—asking him to take that or this book down, just to see the cover. It annoyed him, but his parents had told him that he was what adults called a ‘precocious’ child. Which just meant he was eight going on eighty, if his dad was to be believed. Stiles was not eighty! He was eight! And he just liked learning new things, correctly, that's all.

So it was understandable that he was shocked when an older kid—a teenager—came into the library, looking sad and angry all at once, and also looking irritated when a small girl ran away from.

The girl kind of looked like the big boy. She had the same colored skin, and their face kind of matched. But she had dark brown hair, darken than Stiles' own, and the big boy had perfect black hair and it looked like Superman's did, like even the biggest wind wouldn't ruffle it. Stiles couldn't see the big boy's eyes clearly, but it was a light color, he could tell. The girl though had brown eyes, same color as her hair. She looked really nice.

Stiles realised he didn't know her. And he knew everybody who came to the library.

He made his way to the brother and sister, the big boy looking at him for one second before making a face and moving away.

“Hi! I'm Stiles, who are you? I haven't seen you here before and I come here everyday!”

“Everyday?” She asked him as if it was the worst thing ever.

“Yes!” He frowned. “If you don't want to be here why are you here?”

She made a face and told him, “Because Derek is a jerk!” She shouted the last bit to the big boy and Derek told her to shut up. Stiles looked at her with wonder.

“You just said a bad word,”

“So?” She asked him with her nose in the air. Arrogantly. That was the word. Mrs. Rose had taught them this last week.

Stiles' dad was a deputy, and he put bad guys away in jail. He always told Stiles that using bad words is not good, and he is a deputy, so that must be true! But this girl said it, and she didn't seem bad. Just annoyed.

Stiles didn't answer. Just took her hand and led her to the reading room, where Mrs. Rose had arrived and was setting up. She smiled at the two of them.

“Made a new friend, did you, Stiles?” She asked. “Who might this sweet little princess be?”

“Not a princess!” She said arrogantly. “I'm a warrior,” she looked ready to fight anyone who might tell her that no, she wasn't a warrior. That was stupid. Girls didn't always have to be princesses, and boys warriors. They could be anything they wanted. Lydia Martin, the smartest girl in his class, had told their bad teacher Ms. Argent that when she'd forced Danny to be a warrior instead of a prince like he wanted.

“Oh! Do you know how to fight with a sword?” As far as Stiles was concerned, that was the only thing you needed to know to be a warrior.

“I do.”

“Then you can be my knight! We can play Royals and Knights after!”

“What's that?” She asked, and Stiles found her to be really pretty, when she didn't look angry. But he'd found her brother to be pretty when he was angry... Could boys be even called that? Pretty?

“It's like Princess and Knights, sweetheart,” Mrs. Rose answered.

Stiles listened as Mrs. Rose introduced herself to Cora, and Cora finally told her name, and then soon it was reading time, but his attention was mostly on how Derek was pretty. The boy had come in after some time, calling out for Cora, and then at Mrs. Rose's insistence stayed in the room. Stiles couldn't look away from him. Whenever he did, he would always look back to Derek to make sure he was still there. Stiles even felt some mice dancing around in his stomach when Derek looked him in the eye, but he wasn't hungry. He didn't think he was, but mice in his stomach meant he was.

It was all so weird, how could he find both boys and girls to be pretty? This wasn't the first time he'd thought boys were pretty too, but he hadn't thought much of it. But today he'd told Danny he looked pretty in his new shirt, and the other boys had looked at him weird. Even the girls had. Only Lydia nodded and agreed with him, and led Danny back to their table.

Were boys not supposed to find other boys pretty? He would have to ask Mrs. Rose that, she would know the answer. She was old—even if she didn't like being reminded of it—and she knew stuff. She was very wise.

So, after pretty much everyone had cleared out, and minutes before his mom would be here—she came sharp at six, but right now it was fifteen minutes to six—he walked towards his favourite person.

“You weren't paying attention today, were you little Mischief?” She asked him with a smile. This was why she was his favourite. His mind tended to work very fast, he had something called ADHD apparently, and so he normally couldn't focus in classes for too long. Reading hour was kind of like classes too, but here Mrs. Rose didn't scold him for not paying attention, just asked him what was it this time that had caught his attention. This was also why she was the only one other than his parents who could call him Mischief.

“No,” he said, and quickly asked, “I think Cora is pretty but I also think Derek, her brother, is pretty. Danny is pretty too and Lydia is too, but the other boys didn't think so when I said that Danny is pretty. Are boys not supposed to find other boys to be pretty?”

Years later, Stiles would remember the conversation that followed, and he'd smile. Derek, his asshole (quite literally, too) of an husband, would just know by looking at his smile what he's thinking of, and would tease him about being Stiles' bi awakening years before they were even friends. Stiles would smack him playfully, and then somehow, like always, they'd end up tangled together in each other's arms.