all of that affection in derek is just too subtle for him

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

actually-nerdderek  asked:

nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)

Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.

Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.

He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.

Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.

Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.

Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”

When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.

In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.

With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.

It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.

So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.

But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.

But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.

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Proximity (10)-Boo at the Zoo Pt.2

Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.

A/N: So this central plot has changed a bit, but the story will stay the same–Reader and Seb trying to make things work despite the challenges thrown at them. ALSO, I actually have a Hawkette fanfiction that’s hinted in this story (if ya’ll are interested, I can update it on here, if you’re interested in that kind of thing)

Warnings: i can’t remember XD maybe language

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(00) Prologue, (01) My Place at Six, (02) Just My Neighbor, (03) Forty Percent, (04) Writing My Goodbyes, (05) If You Want, (06) Oblivion, (07) IDFC, (08) Last Night, (09) Boo at the Zoo Pt.1, (11) Girlfriend 


“Tom, get down!” (Y/N) and Elizabeth yelled while the rest of the group urged the youngest member of their party to leap onto the fence post running along a small train track.

“Quit being moms,” Anthony slurred. “Tom’s doing something cool for once.”

“He’s going to fall,” Chris stated matter of factly.

“Thank you, Chris, for having some sense,” Elizabeth said while turning her attention to The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.

“No, I mean he’s literally about to fall,” Chris said while pointing at Tom who tried to stand up and was wobbling on the post.

“Uh, guys?” he called out while everyone turned toward him. Being closest to the fence, (Y/N) hurried forward and grasped Tom by the forearm, steadying him while he tripped back over the fence and, like a cat, flailed mid-air before landing on his feet.

“That’s it, no more perching for Spider-Man,” Elizabeth scolded as Tom leaned back against the fence and tore his mask from his head for the first time that evening. The group had already been approached by a few fans before–some were sober enough to realize they were the actual Avengers while others were too drunk to see past the rag tag costumes.

“Fair call,” Tom muttered. Once he caught his breath, a couple of girls who had spotted him without his mask hurried over and tapped him on the shoulder. Of everyone, only Tom, Elizabeth, and (Y/N) were the most easily recognizable, but since no one knew who (Y/N) was, Tom and Elizabeth received the most attention from by-passers when unmasked.

“T-Tom Holland?” one of the girls asked him.

“Hi,” he smiled as the group started to disband and allow Tom time to take photos with his fans.

“Hawkette! Wait!” Immediately, (Y/N) turned around and faced the girls then pointed to herself. Upon doing so, the girls waved, asking her to come over. (Y/N) looked to Sebastian for reassurance as her face flushed of color.

“Go on,” he said with a smirk and prideful smile while giving her a little nudge.

“Can we have a picture of the two of you?” they asked.

“Don’t you want to be in it?” Tom asked in confusion.

“Yes, but first we want one of just you two,” the older of the two young women said.

“Um, okay?” Tom said with confusion while (Y/N) bit anxiously at her lip.

“Come on, Peter, put your arm around her,” the younger of the two urged. Tom obeyed and slipped his arm along (Y/N)’s waist and smiled while (Y/N) made a face that appeared to be fed up with ‘Peter’s’ antics, which made the girls laugh. “Perfect!” they smiled in reference to her facial expression.

“Can I ask what this is about?” Tom asked the two girls before they initiated a selfie with him and (Y/N).

“It’s a fanfiction thing,” one of the girls said with a blush.

“It’s called Hawkette so when we saw you two in costume, we were going to get a photo but then we realized you were you,” the other explained after snapping a few selfies with the pair, thanking them for their time, and then running off yelling ‘it’s canon’ at one another excitedly. Slowly, the rest of the group approached the (Y/N) and Tom with confused expressions.

“You better watch out, Sebastian, someone’s trying to steal your girl,” Anthony teased.

“What was that all about?” Chris asked.

“I guess you’re much more famous than you thought,” Sebastian teased (Y/N), causing her face to turn red and her lips to purse up at him, begging him to shut his mouth before he said anything more.

“What are you talking about?” Tom asked as (Y/N) shrunk back toward Elizabeth.

“Sebastian, don’t-”

“(Y/N) wrote fanfiction,” Sebastian cut off (Y/N) and said with a mix of pride and laughter in his voice.

“Will you shut up?” (Y/N) groaned.

“No way!” Anthony cackled loudly. “I’ve gotta see it!”

“What, is that what those girls were talking about?” Tom asked while turning his attention toward (Y/N). She groaned at Sebastian and huffed.

“I thought you loved me,” she teased him with a pout.

“I do,” Sebastian said while taking her in his arms in front of everyone. “I’m just also very proud of you.”

“You’ve never read it!” she protested.

“It has to be good for people to just know about it,” he said reassuringly while the rest of the group continued to pester her.

“What were those girls talking about?”

“Do you write sexy-time stuff?”

“Hold on, I’m looking it up!”

“Have you written about me?” (Y/N) shoved lightly against Sebastian’s chest and groaned as the other guys went back and forth with one another while Elizabeth stood silently with a subtle smirk on her lips.

“Fine, I wrote a Marvel character into the MCU and it got some recognition on a few of websites,” she explained. “It’s not a big deal. I just took Kate Bishop’s storyline, put her in Civil War and Homecoming, altered bits of Peter’s story into her background and made it all fit together without loose ends.”

“I found it!” Tom shouted. Immediately, everyone’s phones went off, signaling a message in the group chat.

“Yes!” Anthony cheered as Tom’s link to the story came through.

“No,” (Y/N) sighed while putting her face into her hands and feeling how hot her skin was turning. “Please,” she begged.

“Katherine Bishop was the youngest daughter of Derek and Eleanor Bishop. After her mother’s death she isolated herself and became a very lonely child. At a young age she witnessed her father brutally assaulting a business partner in his home office and further detached herself from her family, becoming stubborn, self-reliant, and distrusting of others,” Tom read out loud.

“The summer between junior high and high school she was sexually harassed and attacked in Central Park. Only one man stood up to the attacker, sacrificing his life to save the girl’s,” Anthony continued.

“Katherine hurried toward the dying man to be intercepted by Clint Barton, known to the world as former Avenger, Hawkeye. She immediately recognized him and, overwhelmed with grief and guilt, demanded he train her to defend herself,” Chris read. 

“Since she had distanced herself from her father, Clint became a role model for her. He taught her a variety of martial arts techniques, trained her in hand to hand combat, and strengthened her already existing abilities as an archer to the point where she was on par with him. After Clint’s “retirement” due to the Accords, and in opposition to and influx of recognition of a vigilante in her neighborhood called Spider-Man, Katherine’s adventure as a hero begins,” Sebastian stated.

“Will she be able to live up to her namesake?
Will Spider-Man pose a bigger problem to her ability to do her job?
Will the Accords affect her in any way?
…What do you think?” Tom finished the intro (Y/N) remembered writing nearly a year and a half ago. “Fuck, now I want to read it,” Tom muttered to himself.

“It is really good, (Y/N),” Elizabeth said softly.

“You let Lizzie read it and not me?” Sebastian complained with a pout.

“I found it online one day,” Elizabeth explained. “I read everything that you have posted for that story and have been waiting for you to pick it back up,” Elizabeth stated with a sly smirk on her face.

“I’m going to find the scariest haunted house here and lock myself inside because it can’t possibly be worse than the nightmare I’m living,” (Y/N) grumbled.

“I always thought your dramatic nature came from spending so much time around Sebastian, but it turns out, that was all you,” Anthony laughed.

“I hate all of you,” (Y/N) grumbled with a laugh as she started walking towards the reptile exhibit and the adjacent haunted house.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Sebastian yelled after her while shoving his phone into is pocket and chasing after her. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to the group with a smile on his face. “We’re just teasing you because we all love you.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Chris admitted to her with a gentle smile that spread to the crocheted wings poking out over his ears.

“Yeah, if Tom can dress up in Spider-Man costumes until he’s twenty and not be ashamed, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Anthony said.

“We won’t read it if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Sebastian said while rubbing his hand along her back. After contemplating everything she’s written, (Y/N) sighed and realized there wasn’t anything in the story that would cause her extreme embarrassment…yet.

“I don’t know why you’d want to read it, but I don’t care if you do,” she finally admitted.

“Good, because I’m on chapter two,” Tom announced as he stared at his phone screen.

Omeg-awd (Derek)

this title has like .5% of anything to do with this fic but i don’t know if i’ll ever have another omega-centric fic and i’m not one to let titles pass me by so here you go bby

Warning: PTSD behaviours, panic attack and 

Request:  what if you were an omega that has come to beacon hills and Derek oddly has a sweet spot for you. Only problem is you’ve been through hell and is very flinchy and scared all the time. (Can be whatever you think fits best) I dont know if this is good, but if I’m not gonna write it might as well ask someone who can

ily requester


“You obviously like her.” Scott sighs, watching as Lydia holds a purple dress up to you.

“I- What? I’ve never liked- I’ve never liked anyone in my life!” Derek scoffs, gaping comically and Peter huffs a soft chuckle.

“I can attest to that.”

You peek over your shoulder at the three of them, a small smile on your lips and Derek feigns a blank mask.


Holding your ground, you pressed your lips together hard and watched the alpha circle you. You couldn’t help quaking just the minutest bit with every step he took.

Bowing your head, you stared hard at his feet, trying to pretend that there weren’t four others in the clearing with you.

“What’s your name?” The alpha demands and you take a slow, steadying breath.

“Y/N.” Your voice doesn’t waver and it fills you with a flimsy confidence. You might by as jumpy as a doe in hunting season, but you’ve always had a steady voice in the worst of circumstances.

“What’re you doing in our territory, Y/N?” The alpha stops circling and instead stands above you like a god. Your skin crawls.

The others around him step up beside him, nearly even with him and while it’s unusual, you’re not about to question this hierarchy.

“I’m an omega, I only do one thing.” You snip, clenching your teeth once the words are past your lips. Bracing for a blow, you try not to quiver as the moment drags.

“That’s fair.” The alpha seems to chuckle and it makes your insides curdle. Exhaling a breath through your teeth, you let your eyes flicker to the men and women around him, but it doesn’t help. “Are you looking for sanctuary or passage?”

One of his people grunts, or snorts, and you shiver at the sound. The brush behind you shakes and you nearly trip in your tiny jump forward.

“Check it out.” The alpha orders and one of them peels away, the girl, and he exhales a sigh. “You’re welcome to remain in our territory for as long as you need, I don’t expect you’ll hang around long.”

“I won’t, I promise.” You gasp, letting your gaze flicker to where his heart rests.

“None of my pack will harm you while you’re here. What’s the word…” He’s telling the truth and you don’t even notice the soft answer from his side and the short jokes between him and whoever answered him.

“Look! A squirrel.” The woman calls, throwing a bloody little mass of fur between you and the alpha and your fingers twitch. You want it. So badly, you’re so bad at catching anything to eat.

“What the f- Dammit, Malia.” The Alpha snaps, taking a few steps back and your hand snatches forward and you hold the squirrel in a tight grip.

“Is this for real?”

“Scott.”

“Why is she…? Wait, what?”

“Tell her she can’t have it.”

“Why, she wants it?”

“It’s probably diseased, tell her she can’t have it.” The insistence of the voice worries you. Maybe he wants the squirrel, and you’d have to give it up.

“Drop it.” The Alpha orders and your fingers release the bloody morsel automatically and you hear one of the three relax. Your gaze doesn’t move from the wasted meal. In the dirt, discarded. “We’ll feed you.”


The red-haired girl gazes at you curiously. Malia sits across the room, watching you pityingly. The Alpha consults with the Insistent Voice from earlier and the human.

“What was your name again?” The red-haired girl asks and you stare at her for a second, stock still before you chew fast and swallow hard.

“Y/N.” You answer, ducking your chin and filling your mouth with another forkful of the fried rice.

“Has anyone told you who we are?” She asks and you shake your head once, not looking up. She’s high ranked, with how disregards the Alphas presence. Even Malia, who was in the field at his side, gravitates around him.

“I’m Lydia.” She says, ducking some and forcing you to meet her eyes. “The other girl over there is Malia, and the human over there’s name is Stiles.”

You track the people as she says their names, watching as they individually look up at the sound of their name before avoiding your gaze.

“Beside Malia sits Isaac, and on the couches are Liam, a Beta and Mason, the human.” She continues and you inhale a long breath, your head tilting as you take in the boy beside the human. His cheeks flush and his body tilts toward Mason as if for a shield. “Beside Mason is Cory, a Chameleon.”

A chameleon.

You blink at the rarity owlishly. You’d never met one but your mom had told you legends of them and where they sat on the fence. They might not have danced along it like Banshees, but they sat on it, their legs swinging over the side of the living. The subtle opposite of the Wild Hunt.

You’d loved her legends of the realm of the living dead. Banshees who were queens of an entire hidden world. Hell hounds who ran into a battle like an avenging knight and walked out of a pile of corpses and back to their waiting Banshee.

When she’d spoken of the dead realm, it’d always put chills down your spine but you couldn’t deny the curiosities.

But in all the legends, nothing was clearer than that the Banshees were rulers, above Alphas, the Wild Hunt, the Hellhounds and any other creature that faced against them. Chameleons included.

“Those two girls are Kira and Allison. Allison is another human, from a Hunter family-” You flinch violently before you can brace and Lydias words die on her lips. You want her to continue, but you’ve made it weird and your throat is getting tight.

Setting down your fork, your eyes go to the closest exit.

“And by our Alpha over there is Derek Hale.” She continues hurriedly and your racing heartbeat slows. That’s a name.

A huge name.

Your eyes slide over the dark-haired man, the insistent voice, and he stares right back at you. You remember your mother making jokes about betrothing you to “the little Hale prince”. She made the joke so often, for a while you thought it was a fact, that he was a prince and you’d become a princess.

Instead, your world had come crashing down with a rogue alpha and a pack of hunters that’d been tracking him.

“Scott is our Alpha. A true alpha.” Lydia continues, though your gaze hasn’t broken from Dereks until the words work themselves into your brain. Suffused with amazement, your gaze clashes with the Alphas and the kindness in his eyes drains the blood from your face.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Scott smiles and you drop your gaze. Shovelling in another mouthful of food, you chew fast.

“She needs new clothes, any unperishable food she can carry, new shoes and either a haircut or a hairbrush.” Derek says, drawing Scotts attention, and yours right along with it.

“Sure, sure. What else?”

“I can’t remember, we just need it fast. I remember Mom didn’t meet many omegas, the territory had too much status, but mostly, they were gone before she could help them.” Derek continues, the stench of grief wafting from his pores. You feel your own rise up to meet it and his gaze flickers to you curiously.


“You’ll look so pretty, you just have to wear this.” Lydia fusses about you, throwing the dress in her hands onto the couch and picking the brush back up. Your new haircut had your hair much shorter and there were no knots anymore.

You squeak softly as she roughly tears the brush through a knot. Maybe a few domestic knots, the kind of knots of a pack wolf.

Across the room Derek is scowling at Scott and Peter. His ears are a soft pink and you feel a surge of affection for him.

“Derek.” You say, glad when the three of them look up. Beckoning the wolf to your side, the other two share a look and smile that doesn’t make much sense. “I’m confused about what is happening tonight?”

Lydia pauses in brushing your hair and she shares a look with Derek. They think something wrong, obviously. You’re rescuing him from his family.

“We’re all just going to a club because Malia bullied everyone else into a night of dancing.”

A growl sounds across the room and you feel yourself go still, your gaze boring into Dereks eyes.

The quick movement of his hand has you flinching, even though you don’t feel threatened by him. His eyes cloud over, and you let your gaze drop to the hand that had just flipped over. You stare at the palm before you, watching him slide it toward you.

Lifting your own hand, you hesitantly set it in his and he exhales a relief filled breath.

“You’ll be safe, we’ll all be right there and if you want to leave at any time, I hope you’ll come to me before any of the others. Any reason to cut tonight short.” He grumbles playfully and you nod, letting a smile twitch at your lips.

“I’ll find you.”

“Good.”

“Let’s get you dressed.” Lydia says, pulling your hand from Dereks and snatching up the dress. You don’t look back as you follow her, the muscles in your shoulder tight and ready if someone tries to jump you from behind.


The music is twenty shades of too much, to say the least.

You’d been groped, in turn nearly revealed your supernatural secret, whisked from the dancefloor, plied with bitter alcohol that did nothing for you and all night you’d been ducking left and right from imaginary foes.

You’re safe, you’ve been told, assured and promised that you’re safe but your body just can’t compute and every time someone throws their arms in the air you’re filled with raw fear.

Dereks arm rests over your shoulders and you’re tucked tight into his side.

You feel bad, you’re cramping his style and ruining his fun night but every time you try to move, he gives you half a glare and you sigh and lean back into him.

“We can leave in half an hour.” Derek whispers to you, the words flimsy compared to the thumping beat and you’re glad of your werewolf ears.

Scott shoots him a look from across the table and Derek smirks at the young alpha.

“We don’t have to go, I don’t want to ruin your night.” You whisper back and he laughs, sighing lazily as he presses his forehead to yours. His breath runs over your lips and you force yourself not to tilt your face and bridge the tiny gap that separates your lips.

You’re torn up inside and you can’t let anyone love you until you’re better, it’s just better that way.


“C’mere.” Derek rumbles, his expression lazy and sleepy. He looks warm, rumpled and comfy and you ache to do just as he says.

“I- I can’t, I need to get the- thing.” You say, instead darting around the back of the couch, only to scream as he captures you and pulls you over the back and into his arms. Your heart races a mile a second and you feel your muscles lock up.

It’s Derek, you know it’s Derek, but you can’t physically see him and your brain feels like it’s going to explode.

“Y/N, inhale.” Derek orders softly, adjusting your paired positions so his eyes fill your gaze and you feel yourself hiccup on nothing, panic filling you the more you try to inhale. His warm palm settles over your mouth, stilling you and you blink at him. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”

His palm leaves your lips and you inhale a short breath, the panic leeching from your skin.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry.” He says, his worry stark in his expression and you nod. You’re not going to say it was okay, it wasn’t.

“I accept your apology.” You say, the words even and devoid of emotion and a smile twitches his lips.

“Thank you. I’m still sorry.” He agrees, raising his hand slowly enough for you to stop him, before he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear. When he doesn’t make a move to remove his hand, you sigh and he presses his forehead to yours.

Love, want and affection fill the air, spiced with touches of need and regret.

You’re dizzy on the scent and your eyes fall closed to breath in the sweet smell.

“I’m sick.” You say before he can make a move and he nods a little, your head moving with the movement. “I want to get better.”

“You will.”

“Alone.”

“I know.” He answers, a smile in his voice and it makes you pause.

“You’re- You know and you’re-”

“I’ve been there and I get it, I’ll be whatever you need when you need it. We all will.” He promises and you feel the wound up feeling in your chest unravel, your body melting against his and the couch back. “You have a home here, you have a home with me.”


excuse my awkward randomized capitalization of the wolf terms (idk, honestly)

also excuse any mistakes and ugly bits that’re in there- soz

anonymous asked:

Hi! I saw that you were one of the few that weren't hating on TW, but likes Sterek. I'm kinda new to the fandom, only been here a year or so, and I'm a bit confused. I know a lot of the people from the Sterek fandom don't like Jeff, but could you please tell me what exactly did he do, except not make Sterek canon? As far as I saw, Posey was the one to make the douchy comments, was Jeff actually an asshole or is just that his view of (his) show didn't match the one of the fandom? Thanks!

Nonny, I’m not gonna lie - this has been a pretty challenging ask to answer. I’ve reorganized and rewritten this a few times as it involves summing up a lot of interwoven things that have happened since the Teen Wolf fandom exploded in size between season 2 and season 3A. Because of that, I may be off on some of the details and definitely haven’t managed to include everything, but this should be the important bits, more or less.

Jeff has said plenty of kind things about Sterek and Sterek fans as well as encouraging shipping and other fannish activities but there is no denying that the man is a troll. He twists the truth and misleads people like Peter Hale in order to avoid giving away real spoilers. People do get a bit pissed about that but it isn’t the main reason why people hate on him so much.


First and foremost is fan expectations of what the show should be vs. what it actually is. These expectations came both from the PR for Teen Wolf and from fandom (fanfic, headcanons, gifsets and image sets in isolation, etc) and portrayed Teen Wolf to be a lighter, simpler show instead of accurately showing it to be horror with some pretty complex stuff going on under the surface for anyone willing to investigate. This covers complaints about things like favorite characters being tortured, not being happy, seeming out of character, plot holes, and things not making sense. Athena recently covered this in more detail in this post.


The PR for Teen Wolf deserves the lion’s share of the blame. It is a completely separate entity from the show and has nothing to do with what the show is actually about. However, the vast majority of the fandom treat them as one and the same with Jeff being ultimately responsible even though he has nothing to do with their fuck ups. As covered in Athena’s post above, they sold the show as something that it wasn’t (Buffy vs cosmic horror) but it went further than that.

Ships are popular and create a lot of fan excitement so the PR team has been baiting all sorts of different ships over the years to get more people to watch the show. There were Sterek related PR promotions leading up to and during season 3 that promised the show would give them more Sterek and might make the relationship canon if they won this poll or contest or raised their voices to spread Teen Wolf. It was a shitty move that had nothing to do with what the show was about or willing to do.

The Sterek Campaign was created pretty early on by some fans as a positive thing to support Teen Wolf and show that a LOT of fans would love it if Sterek were to happen. They sent in cookies for the cast, raised money for charities, encouraging people to create fanworks and promoting them, etc but didn’t cross the line of demanding the show change for them - although other Sterek fans who weren’t officially part of the Sterek Campaign certainly did (as often happens in any fandom).

With the Sterek phenomena becoming too big for them to handle, fewer Sterek moments due to plot reasons, and the show including other relationships for Derek and Stiles (see my meta on TW and the temporary nature of relationships), the PR team started to go silent on Sterek and tried to get more viewers by promoting the other ships instead. Obviously none of that went over very well with fans. Keep in mind this went on for a few years with multiple incidents, the worst probably being Posey’s weird and twisted comment.


Unrelated to any of that, conventions started banning fans from asking actors about slash ships or getting slash fanart signed by them because of an incident in the Supernatural fandom. The vast majority of Sterek fans were blindsided and thought MTV’s or Teen Wolf’s people had banned Sterek specifically as none of the officials were willing to admit to the reasons behind the ban or who had put the ban in place. It did eventually lift but the damage was already done.


As far as the meta was concerned, romantic Sterek still looked completely solid. Although it has become more and more subtle as time went on, which could either be what Jeff wanted or it could be corporate meddling. Eaddy Mays hinted that Jeff’s corporate bosses might have told him he wasn’t allowed to do romantic Sterek, possibly in reaction to all the drama above. It’s also possible that corporate talent representation for Dylan or Hoechlin put the brakes on it, but we don’t know for sure. It is still possible we might get a hint of romantic Sterek towards the end of the last episode, but Hoechlin’s and Dylan’s availability for this season certainly will have complicated getting there. But I’m straying into a tangent.


In summation, it’s been a cluster fuck of stuff that has festered over the years. Most of the problems happened around the show instead of on the show but people didn’t see a need to make that distinction as it all affected their perception and experience of the show as fans. With Jeff being the creator, he’s the figurehead and scapegoat for that negative experience.

Skin Deep

Requested: The reader has a really nice body (hourglass figure with curves “you know, Beyoncé”) but she doesn’t like the way she looks. Reid tries to tell her that he loves who she is and not what she looks like.


He can’t help but glance her way every now and then. Watching, a little forlornly, as she runs around the office. She has a smile for everybody, and people tend to gravitate towards her. Magnetic. That’s what she is. For months she has been his friend and his colleague, but at some point that stopped feeling like enough. Not that he doesn’t enjoy being her friend. He just finds himself wishing they could be something more, as futile as those feelings are.

And he’s apparently not being very subtle about it. “Yo, Reid. A picture would last longer.”

Morgan’s voice jolts him back out of his own head. “What?” he asks.

“You’ve been starting at Y/L/N all day, man. You know, you could just tell her how you feel.”

Color creeps into his cheeks, and he stares down at the paperwork on his desk. The possibility has occurred to him before, he just can’t see it ending well for him.

“Because there’s no way I’d measure up to all those other guys.” Who she is has always been what attracted him to her, but he can’t deny the obvious – Y/N is beautiful. And he’s not the only one to notice. It happens when she joins him for a coffee run, or when they go with friends to a movie. Out in the field, in the office. Men are always flirting with her. Why would someone like her ever choose someone like him?

Derek shakes his head. “Have you tried just complimenting her? Tell her she looks nice. Get her to see you in a different light. It’s not that hard kid, I mean, she could rival Beyoncé with that body.”

It’s not hard to see she’s pretty, but complimenting her about it? It’s not easy, not for him. Once he crosses that line, there’s no going back. By saying something, he’s making his affections known, and he’s so terrified of being rejected by her. He can’t lose her friendship. She means too much to him for that. 

He lets his gaze wander over her, following the soft curves of her body, imagining what it would be like to be able to touch her in a manner that’s more than friendly; picturing it in the back of his mind like he has a thousand times before. She moves with a fluid grace, and he never tires of watching her.

One of the agents from Counter-Terrorism is chatting with her at the moment, looking her over with a charming smirk. She laughs at his jokes, but not quite the way she laughs at Reid’s. What does that mean? What is the disparity between them? He’s not sure whether it’s cause to be disappointed or encouraged.

That’s the thing about magnets – they attract everything around them.

Morgan says, “If you don’t do it, you’re gonna miss your chance. Someone else is gonna snatch her up. What are you waiting for?”

What is he waiting for? For the sort of confidence that Hotch and Rossi carry. For the sort of witty banter that Morgan has mastered. For a sure sign that she won’t reject the advances of someone like him. But can he sit by and watch her fall for someone else?

Agent Anderson winks at her, and she winks back, and he knows in that instant that no, no he can’t.

“Go,” says Morgan. “Tell her she looks pretty.”

Summoning every ounce of courage he can lay claim to, he follows her to the kitchenette, where she pours a cup of coffee. When she turns around to see him, she’ looks surprised to see him, but flashes him a smile.

“Y-you look beautiful today,” he stammers.

“Thanks, Spencer.”

“N-not that you don’t look beautiful every day! Because y-you do. I mean, scientifically speaking, attraction is a combination of biological and psychological factors, and wide hips are an indicator of fertility and the strength to give birth, which is why an hourglass figure has typically been thought of as the conventionally attractive body type – which you have– and I just thought it was worth mentioning that you looked nice since such compliments have been suggested to boost self-esteem as well as to convey interest in a rom-”

“Please stop.” Her voice carries an unfamiliar edge and he’s taken aback by the way her smile has vanished. Is that his fault? Has he said the wrong thing?

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line,” he says quietly. Is it because he said it? He has no right to talk to her like that, someone who is so clearly out of his league. There’s no way they could be any more than friends, not when she looks like that, and he looks like… well, like him.

“You know you’re one of the only guys here who doesn’t comment on my appearance?” she asks. He’s aware. Because any time he’s considered doing so, he gets too flustered to actually speak the words out loud. “No matter where I go, I get attention from men because of my body. I hate it. I don’t need strangers to tell me they think I’m pretty. It doesn’t make me feel confident or beautiful. Not at all.”

Reid doesn’t know what to say so he stands there, hands in his pockets, wishing he could take back his words. He doesn’t want to make her, his friend, feel uncomfortable. That’s not what friends do. Never did he stop to consider the possibility that those compliments made her feel uncomfortable.

Y/N sighs and mutters, “I don’t even like the way I look. I’m not thin like JJ or Agent Sharp. Every comment just reminds me of everything I’m insecure about.” She glances at him and adds, “You never mentioned my appearance. I liked that.”

It sounds like an accusation.

Mentally he curses Morgan and his advice. What set him apart was his attention to who she is, and not to what she looks like. He knows that there’s nothing he can say to make any of her insecurities go away, but he’s willing to try anything to make her feel just a little more comfortable.

She’s magnetic – but perhaps magnets have no idea the sort of power they possess.

“I never thought I had the right to say anything,” he blurts out. “I was afraid to say anything that could be interpreted as romantic interest because there was no chance someone like you would be interested in someone like me. After all, you’re my friend, and you look… you look like Beyoncé! I mean, you’re incredible and funny and sweet – and yes, physically attractive, but that’s not important. What’s important is that you’re kind to everyone, and you laugh at my jokes even when they’re not very good, and you stand up for people who need help. You don’t share the same body type as JJ, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re the most beautiful girl I know. And you have the most beautiful heart, too.”

It comes out in a rush of rambling, but he means every word. It certainly doesn’t hurt that she’s pretty, but that wasn’t what caught his eye first. He fell in love with her heart. While he allows himself to steal looks at her throughout the day, he finds she’s in his mind much more often. He replays the sound of her voice and the way she laughs, pictures her smile and the way the corners of her eyes crinkle when she does so. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed that she has a well-defined waist, or a nice butt, however that was only natural. Biology and hormones. What he feels for her, it goes so much deeper than skin and bone.

That’s what this is about?” The frustration on her face shifts to surprise. “You’re trying to hint at romantic interest?”

His face is almost certainly the color of a cherry tomato, but he’s definitely gone beyond whatever line he was trying to avoid. The only way out is through.

“If I said yes, would that be detrimental to our friendship?”

She laughs, and it puts him on guard. Historically speaking, girls laughing in the face of his romantic advances hasn’t been good for him. But then she says, “I don’t think so. I’ve been hoping you would ask me out at some point. I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

She thought that he wouldn’t want her? The notion is so absurd he can’t help but chuckle himself. They’ve both been dancing around their own emotions all this time, so sure that the other could never reciprocate.

“If I were to ask, you’d say yes?” Reid tries to remain calm, but the question carries undeniable enthusiasm.

“Absolutely.” Four syllables have never sounded so perfect.

“In that case, maybe we could go out to lunch together? It’s possible that if you’re on a date, it could help deflect undesired attention. Though, uh, I’d be happy to make up for that with desired attention, if you’d like.”

“I’m not entirely sure what that offer means, but yes. I would love that.”

Her acceptance feels surreal, and he’s tempted to pinch himself just to make sure this isn’t some dream, or a very elaborate practical joke Morgan has set up. Because the most beautiful girl in the room – in any room, in his opinion – has agreed to go out on a date with him. The same girl who can quote all the Star Wars movies and willingly sits through Doctor Who marathons with him. Who never makes fun of him, even when he screws up. 

“It just means,” he says, “that I think you’re lovely. In every possible way. And I’m going to remind of that as long as it takes for you to see it too.”

Her smile is so bright it could melt him. She is magnetic, and he’s been pulled so far into her orbit that he doesn’t think he’ll ever shake this feeling. “Then I suppose lunch is a good place to start.”

“Y/N? I just have one more question.”

“Yeah?”

“Who’s Beyoncé?”

The Alter (Part Two) // Spencer Reid

Part 1/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/ Part 6

A/N: Part two! I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by toyboxboy


“If you can’t abide by our rules then maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

A silence fell over the team as they watched the intense showdown that was currently taking place between Violet and the county sheriff, their eyes wide in still panic as tensions rose. Spencer swore he saw Violet grow an inch as she sized herself up to the tall man, her body emitting a wave of vicious disbelief at his words.

“We are here because you seem to be incapable yourself of catching this killer. Now those families are victims. How dare you bring them in and treat them as suspects when we both know damn well they didn’t have a fucking thing to do with it,” she spat ferociously, her voice controlled in such a manner that would have struck fear into any of the profilers had it been directed towards them. The sheriff stared at her, his previous resolve wavering underneath her heated glare.

“Let them go home,” he finally ordered an officer before turning back to the fiery brunette in front of him. “Do your job and find the guy. Then get the hell out of here.”

She rolled her eyes as he stalked off, shrugging his unprofessionalism off with a frustrated sigh. With her arms crossed around her chest, she turned back towards her team with an unamused look.

“Pierce, you know we have to stay on good terms with these people,” Hotch reprimanded although she had beaten him to the punch the instant the families had been brought into the station with handcuffs around their wrists. It was reckless. It was inhumane.

“Yeah, if these people were civilized then maybe that would be a possibility,” she snapped before instantly grimacing at her tone. “Hotch, I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“I know,” he interrupted with a glance at her agitated state. “Why don’t you go with Morgan and ask the families a few questions before they leave.”

Morgan instantly stood from his seat, waiting for Violet to reach him before heading off in search of the families. Emily released a low whistle as she watched them disappear.

“What’s up with Vi? She’s feisty today,” she commented, unsure of how to react when one of the sweetest members of their team blew her fuse.

“You can blame commercial airlines,” Spencer replied with a low chuckle. The BAU plane was currently stationed in Florida which had left them with no other choice but to take a much more public transportation. Having to going through security and then later waiting for hours to board had left Violet feeling exasperated with the entire process.

“The airplane ride?” Emily asked incredulously. The two had arrived at the station just an hour before after having dumped their belongings in their hotel rooms. She had noticed Violet’s foul mood the minute she stepped in devoid of the smile on her usually warm face.

“No leg room really puts her on edge,” he replied simply as he read through the case files with incredible speed. Emily scoffed at his explanation.

“She’s tiny. She doesn’t need that much space,” she replied with a look of incredulity at the fact that could have possibly been the reason Violet had begun her job with such vehemence.

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” he responded, not giving any more details of their earlier flight. The man who sat in front of Violet had been substantially larger, causing his seat to lean back into her the entire plane ride. She had tried to keep her cool but after an hour her legs began to go numb from lack of movement and she had loudly cursed the entire airplane and everyone in it. Spencer had done his best to calm her nerves but she was a stubborn being who refused to stop her rambling once you got her going. Instead he had sat back and enjoyed hearing her string of complaints, for once realizing just how he sounded to others when he wouldn’t stop talking about something.

Emily shrugged, accepting his explanation without asking for more clarification before she returned to her work.


Spencer tried his best not to glare at the police officer who was chatting up Violet in the corner. The team had quickly solved the case with the help of their missing two and were now in the process of packing their things up before heading home. A local police officer who had been eyeing Violet throughout the case had finally summoned enough courage to approach her much to Spencer’s dismay. The man was good-looking and definitely well built as his toned biceps were clear through his fitted shirt.

“You might want to make a move before it’s too late,” JJ told him as she gathered up the files in front of him. He turned to her with apprehension. JJ was the only person who he had actually confided in when it came to Violet and the undeniable fact that he had fallen deeply in love with her.

“What do you mean?”

He felt his jealousy flare as Violet’s sweet laughter erupted from her mouth, causing everyone to smile at the adorable sound. It was a sound he felt protective over, a part of him wanting to be the sole reason it ever left her lips.

“That’s how Will and I started. On a case,” she replied simply with a glance at the two. Violet seemed to be quite taken with the man and Spencer felt his heart drop to his stomach as the man handed her his phone, watching as she punched her number in.

“Now is the time Reid. You’re not the only one who thinks she’s beautiful,” JJ added in a hushed tone as she saw Violet leave the officer’s side and head their way. Spencer frowned, a deep crease on his forehead as his eyebrows knitted in thought.

“We ready?” Violet asked cheerfully, adjusting her own bag on her shoulder. Spencer nodded, leading them both silently out of the police station.


“Oh sweet baby, how I’ve missed you,” Violet hummed in delight as she stepped foot onto the BAU plane. Spencer chuckled, muttering a quick ‘told you so’ to Emily as he followed her inside. The two stretched out onto the larger couch, Violet immediately resting her head onto his lap.

“Man, long days are the worst,” she muttered as Spencer’s hand instinctively brushed through her hair, sending a pleasant tingling sensation down her spine. She moved, taking her phone out of her pocket in order to adjust herself comfortably. She dropped the phone next to him before returning to her previous position, her hand grabbing his and leading it to stroke her hair once more.

Morgan and Hotch hid their grins as they watched the pair from their seats. It was a darling sight to see the two at such peace around each other. Their friendship had blossomed in a surprisingly physical and intimate way that had left them all dumbfounded at first. They had never once expected Spencer to become so open to someone else’s physical affections and yet here the two were, breaking through the reputation that had followed Spencer for so long.  She seemed to be the only exception to it as he still kept his distance from strangers.

“Kid looks happy,” Morgan whispered to Hotch, a bright smile threatening to break out. Hotch nodded, a subtle grin on his own face.

“Wouldn’t you be?” he asked simply. Morgan observed the two once more, noticing the way Violet’s hand lightly wrapped around Spencer’s leg. Spencer balanced his book in one hand while the other was lightly placed on her waist, a touch so innocently delicate that it caused Morgan’s heart to briefly ache.

“I really hope those two do something about it,” Hotch added quietly, stunning Morgan as he usually kept himself out of their personal business. “It would be a shame for a love like that to go undeclared and unacted upon.”

Spencer watched Violet’s sleeping form from the corner of his eye, unable to concentrate on the words he was supposed to be reading. Her light hair was spread onto him, moved away from her face in a way that revealed her prominent cheekbones. She twitched lightly in her sleep, her eyelids moving for a fraction of a second as her eyelashes fluttered against her soft skin. She had always been a heavy sleeper which was a blessing with their job that seemed to demand every ounce of energy they had.

He struggled to keep the smile off of his face as she curled into him, her unconscious body demanding to be closer to his sense of warmth. He restrained himself from immediately wrapping his arms around her and declaring his adoration for the young woman, instead directing his attention to the book in his hands again in a futile attempt to think of anything else.

“I want to be her maid of honor,” Emily stated as she sat next to Rossi, her gaze watching the two youngest members of their team. Rossi chuckled, his experience with weddings more than enough for a lifetime.

“Maybe you should push Spencer in the right direction then,” he replied. “Lord knows that boy needs help in the love department.”

“Spence is just nervous, that’s all,” JJ commented from her seat, not bothering to look up from her crossword puzzle she was currently filling in. The whole team was well aware of the feelings he held towards Violet due to their profession. They’d all quickly picked up on the body language between the two, but there was no way to force them to be together. That decision rested solely on them.

Spencer was about to wake Violet to let her know they had landed when he felt a vibration against his leg. He looked down to notice her phone ringing. He stared at the screen, frowning at the unknown number that flashed. Violet never gave her number out to anyone she didn’t want to and almost never received phone calls from unsaved numbers. He hesitated before hitting the answer button.

“Hello?” he spoke into the small mouthpiece and awaited an answer.

“Um hi. I think I may have the wrong number. I’m looking for Violet,” the man’s voice replied unsurely, surprised to have heard a male voice on the other end. Spencer immediately recognized the voice as the one belonging to the police officer that had been flirting with Violet just hours before.

“You definitely have the wrong number,” Spencer replied without a second thought. The man on the other line sighed, muttering something about ‘never getting the pretty ones’ and hung up. Spencer grinned, pleased with himself as he erased the call from her phone history and set the phone down once again. He had failed to notice JJ staring at him the entire time, finally meeting her gaze when she cleared her throat. She stood staring at him with a raised eyebrow at what he had just done.

“What? It was a wrong number,” he quickly defended, staying loyal to his lie. JJ shook her head, her blonde hair flowing around her as she gave him a knowing look.

“You either tell her or you let someone else have her,” she replied as she eyed the woman who was still sound asleep even after they had landed fairly roughly. “She deserves to be happy, Spence.”

“I know,” Spencer sighed. He knew she had a point. There were plenty of people who would happily date the young woman and yet he found himself strategically pushing them all away from her. He denied it whenever it was brought up by Emily or JJ, but sometimes his conscious reminded him that what he was doing was technically wrong. He pushed the thought away, gently shaking Violet awake as JJ exited the plane.

“Vi, we’re home,” he spoke softly. She let out a soft moan as her eyes refused to open, her mind still stuck in her dreams and struggling to wake. He nudged her once more and this time she did wake, a small smile spreading on her face at the sight of his face. Spencer lightly placed his hand on her back as she finally sat up in an effort to keep her steady as she swayed with drowsiness. She released a cute yawn and stretched like a cat, her back arching in a fluid movement. She stood and straightened herself out, offering a hand to Spencer. He took it and stood, stretching out his own legs after having them still for a few hours. Spencer handed her the phone she had left on the airplane couch, wondering if she’d notice when the cop didn’t call her later.

“Thanks,” she said as she placed the phone into her pocket without as much as a glance to it.. Spencer nodded and followed her out feeling slightly guilty at what he had done. His eyes focused on the messy waves of her hair and how they cascaded down her back effortlessly as he walked behind her. Wordlessly they both climbed into the back of the SUV with Hotch behind the wheel, Spencer’s hand unconsciously reaching for hers but stopping to rest in between them. She looked out of the window, her eyes fluttering closed again with exhaustion. After looking at her for a moment he convinced himself that his feelings justified his actions. He would tell her soon. Just as soon as he mustered up enough courage.  

HAPPY SLIGHTLY BELATED BIRTHDAY ALIS (@bistiles)!!!! i’m sorry it’s a little short, but i hope you enjoy this little magic!stiles sterek ficlet! :)

It’s not like Stiles plans on being magical, it just sort of… happens.

He doesn’t really think much of the whole mountain ash stuff when it first happens, so when he wakes up one fine summer morning to find all the furniture in his room floating about an inch off the ground, he’s more than a little surprised. For once, he’s actually glad that his dad finally found out about all the supernatural nonsense.

“Dad!” Stiles hisses, his floating bed wobbling unstably beneath him. “Dad, I need some help here?”

“Is someone dying?” his dad calls back, and Stiles lets out a small noise of frustration. “Because if not, I’m finishing my breakfast first.”

“I’m making all of my furniture float!” Stiles hollers back, watching as a – very breakable – lamp drifts lazily through the air.

Form downstairs, there’s a pause.

“Oh hell, son,” his dad sighs, which Stiles thinks about sums it up.

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Move A Mountain add-ons  →  #eternalmam
 ↳ polaroids

Christian Walz - Wonderchild

Stiles used to think Laura was exaggerating when calling Derek a dinosaur, but that was before she asked him to buy a new camera and he came back with a Polaroid. 

Derek doesn’t see the problem. It does the job—it takes pictures—and you only need to wait a couple of seconds before getting the pictures printed. Laura complains about not being able to edit them or get copies or the quality, but Derek just shrugs. He doesn’t approve of Erica teaching his sister how to “cheat” using Photoshop and insists that it’s much more practical to just stick the pictures on the board in the office right away.

To support his boyfriend Stiles snaps a picture of Derek bending over one of the bikes in the garage the same afternoon and puts it up next to Derek’s schedule. It stays up.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please rec more insecure stiles? I've read all the ones in the tag which thank you for those. I need angst and love please?

Hello Anon! I can TOTALLY help you out with some angst, duh. 

For those interested, check out our Insecure!Stiles tag for some other great lists!

Levels of attraction by Nival_Vixen

(2,115 I Mature I Complete I Bisexual!Sterek)

Derek and Stiles have been dating for five months, but they haven’t had sex yet. Stiles is used to guys undressing him within five dates (sometimes five minutes), but Derek hasn’t, despite some hot ‘n heavy making out.

He’s a little desperate, and since Derek runs away when he tries to talk about it, Stiles resorts to sending a sexy photo of himself to Derek and hopes that will prompt some sort of response from his boyfriend.

Cuddle Me Pack by  Alexlovesdestiel

(2,450 I General I Complete)

The pack realizes they have been injuring Stiles on accident, and completely stop touching him to avoid the problem. Stiles is left touch starved and lonely, and feels he’s no longer part of the pack.

Clumsy Human by thelightintheattic

(2,541 I Teen I Complete)

Stiles knew from the get go that he wasn’t as important as Scott when it came to the pack, or any of the other members for that matter.

How To Make a Werewolf not Hate You (side affects may include love). by Alexlovesdestiel

(3,189 I Explicit I Complete I Soulmates)

Derek is trying to hold out for his soul mate Genim and refuses to fall for Stiles and his cute moles. Stiles thinks Derek hates him.

Painful Maneuvers by saraubs

(11,207 I Teen I Complete I Doctor AU)

Still, whether or not the nurses want to hear it, Derek has some serious issues with the way Stiles skates around the ward, upending instruments and scattering papers and chewing on pens. His scrubs never fit right and are always riding up to show patches of smooth, pale skin and his hair is frankly pornographic. It’s just so…unprofessional.

Stiles is a hyperactive Obstetrician. Derek is a grumpy Midwife. It’s true love (and babies!).

A Life Lived Apart by Super_Secret_Slash_Agent

(16,284 I Teen I Complete I Werecoyote!Stiles)

Malia wasn’t the werecoyote, Stiles was.

Hot Nerd Alert Series by alisvolatpropiis

(total of 25,115 I Explicit I Probably Complete I College AU)

Derek can’t believe he’s actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(63,371 I Explicit I Complete I Reality TV AU)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

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The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

Enjoy the tears (mwahahaha),

Angsty

Just the Five of Us

Requested by @cherieann-2001Would you do me a story where Rick, Daryl, and the reader are in a relationship and some in Alexandria accept it but others don’t? Maybe like a perspective of a day in the life with 2 husbands and the kids and how the community views it?

Just the Five of Us

“Morning, Y/N.” Rick said, coming into the kitchen and kissing you on the temple before grabbing an apple off of the counter and biting into it.

“Morning.” You smile at him and set five bowls on the counter and began to pour cereal into them. “Where’s Daryl?”

“He was still sleeping when I got out of the shower.” Rick said.

You roll your eyes. “He’d sleep all day if we let him.” You walked over the stairs while Rick began pouring milk into the bowls of cereal. “Maya, Jason!” You called up to your kids. “Breakfast!” There was a racquet upstairs before your two young children began to thunder down the hall towards the stairs. “Freeze!” You say, and they stop. “Go wake Dad up, first.”

“DADDY!” Maya screeches at the top of her lungs while Jason bangs open the door to your bedroom.

“What the—“ You hear Daryl say before you heard the sound of your kids jumping up and down on your king-sized bed. “Stop it, you monkeys!” Daryl yelled, then you heard your so-called monkeys giggling and squealing with laughter.

“Breakfast time, Daryl!” You call up the stairs, then go back to the kitchen.

“One of these days he’s not going to forgive you for these rude awakenings.” Rick says with a smirk.

“It’s not me waking him up.” You say with a laugh. “It’s the kids.”

“Uh huh.”  Rick laughed and plugged the coffee maker in as the kids scrambled down the stairs, Daryl close behind them.

“Morning you guys.” You say, setting two bowls of cereal at the barstools and hoisting your children up to sit at the bar. Maya had Daryl’s bright blue eyes and your long black hair, and Jason looked just like Rick, but acted much more like Daryl. You loved both of them fiercely and they were your everything.

“Papa, can I go with you today?” Jason asks before shoveling a large spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Rick swallowed his own mouthful before he said, “Buddy, you gotta go to school today, remember?”

“Oh.” Jason said, looking at his breakfast in disappointment.

“Maybe you can go with me and Papa hunting on Saturday, though.” Daryl says, trying to cheer his son up.

“But Daddy,” Maya whined, “I wanna go, too.”

“We can all go, sweetie.” You say, kissing the top of her head.

“Ok!” Maya cheered up instantly.

Jason was still pouting into his cereal, though. “You OK, buddy?” Rick asks.

“I wanted to go with you today.”

“I’m not doing anything today, though. I’m just checking the perimeter and doing guard duty.” Rick leans on the counter to get down to eye-level with his son. Suddenly, he noticed that Jason was tearing up. “Hey, Jason, what’s wrong?”

“I just want to spend time with you, Papa. I spend time with Mom and Dad a lot, but I don’t get to see you much.” Jason pushed his bowl away from him and put his head down on his arms on the counter.

Rick looked up at you and Daryl, then put a hand on Jason’s back. It’s true that he’d been gone a lot on runs lately, but you didn’t know it had affected Jason so much. “Tell you what, buddy, why don’t we let you skip school just this once to come hang out with me today?”

Jason looked up again and started wiping away his tears. “Please.” He said.

“Ask Mom and Dad if it’s OK.” Rick said, standing back up.

“Please?” Jason said again, looking at you and Daryl with wide eyes.

Daryl looks at you and shrugs, and you say, “You can go if you promise to do all the homework that you miss from school.”

“Thank you!” He says, grabbing his cereal bowl back and starting to eat again.

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When breakfast was over, the family split and went its different ways. Daryl kissed all four of you and went towards the front gate to go hunting, Rick and Jason went off to check the walls and the perimeter of the community, and you took Maya to the community school. As you walked, Maya chattered away about her school friends and her teacher, and you listened absent-mindedly.

Taking Maya to class was your least favorite part of the day. Usually, you could get one of her dads to pick her up, but it was pretty much always you that dropped her off. Maya’s teacher, Erica, was not very subtle about the fact that she disapproved of your family dynamic. You’d been married to Daryl since the prison, and Rick joined your family shortly before you reached Alexandria. It took your group of friends a little while to get used to it, but they loved all three of you, so it was nice to see you happy. It took Alexandria even longer to get on board, but most of them just ignore it. Some, however, like Erica, made it abundantly clear that they disapproved. You didn’t mind answering questions that curious people had, but you hated trying to defend yourself.

You climbed the steps of the house they used for the school and pushed open the front door. “OK, sweetie, go have fun.” You set Maya down and watched as she ran off to join her classmates. Then, you turned and tried to sneak out without any of the other parents noticing you.

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard Erica say.

“Hi Erica.” You turned back around.

“Where’s Jason today?”

“He’s with his father. He’ll be back tomorrow.’’ You say.

“His actual dad, or just the other guy you’re living with?”

You clench your fists and narrow your eyes. She always did this. You open your mouth to respond, but Eric appeared at your elbow just then, holding his son, Derek. “Erica, you know full well that Rick and Daryl are both Jason’s dads. Stop acting like a witch.”

You smiled at her. “What he said.”

“Go play, Derek.” Eric set Derek on the floor. “C’mon, Y/N, we’ve got better places to be.”

You turned and followed Eric out of house and over to his place, thoroughly intending to enjoy your day off with tea at your friend’s house.

—–

When you got home later that night, the real battle began. It was bath night, and the little ones and Daryl always fought you on getting clean. So, it took some wrestling, but you finally got both kids into the bath and while you washed your children, Rick went to track down Daryl and lock him in the master bathroom until he took a shower.

When your whole family was clean and the kids were tucked into bed, you finally shut the door to the master bedroom once more. “Scooch.” You said, gesturing to your husbands to make room for you on the bed as you changed into your pajamas. As soon as you’d changed, you crawled into bed and face-planted into the pillows in between your men.

“I’m exhausted.” You say, sighing into your pillow. “Bath time always takes it right out of me.”

“Me, too.” Rick says. “You’re getting heavier.” He says to Daryl.

“Quit trying to pick me up, then.” Daryl huffs, settling down into bed and pulling you close.

“You do smell nice now, though.” You say.

“I agree.” Rick says, wrapping his arms around both of you.

“I smelled just fine before.” Daryl grumbled.

“Whatever.” You say with a yawn. “Go to sleep.” Daryl nuzzled his face into the back of your pajama shirt and Rick began to snore.

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Steter Superpowered AU

So I was talking to my friend about superhero movies and how awesome superpowers are and it occurred to me we have barely any decent steter superpower AUs. (I informed bdxcubes of this and it’s true, it’s horribly, horribly true. There are about two).

Now I have idea. So many ideas.

My favourite is a trashy Sky High AU. Except less with the superhero stuff, maybe it’s more normal. That yeah, it’s a given fact that 50% of the population are born with superpowers. It’s not strange - it’s completely normal. It used to be weird maybe two centuries ago but now there are laws and rules and everyone lives with it. Not to say you don’t get some crazy norms who want powers, nor some norms who fall into radioactive goo and come out of it changed, but mostly people just go about their lives as usual. There are some powered division of the military and government to tackle powered threats (because nobody wants pyrokinetic kids leaving a trail of burning buildings across the country) and training schools to teach people how not to accidentally shatter windows everytime you sing or cause lightning storms when you have sex (Kira always looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole when that conversation comes up).

And so high school AU but with superpowers. Beacon Hills High is one of those elitist schools for people with superpowers. Everyone wants to go there, it’s like Xavier’s Scott For Gifted Youngsters except y’know, this is REAL.

Some people of the bat:

Danny’s a technopath. Because that’s obvious. He’s a genius with tech as it is in canon and even here; he can hack any computers or systems. He got caught out by the government when he was thirteen and in the middle of twenty state secrets and he swears he thought he was just playing a video game. His life wasn’t meant to be War Game, but it is and he got an easy ride into the school. His power isn’t the most varied (he can’t fix microwaves or get that thing Stilinski calls a car to run forever) but he can swim in code and computers for years.

Kate Argent totally controls fire. Because that’s her thing. The Argents are a family who notoriously have strong powers. It’s almost to the point where Chris and Victoria’s marriage was planned - two strongly powered families should have even stronger children, right? (It’s not, Allison is human, Allison is completely and totally a norm, but she doesn’t care; she’s got wicked aim and can kick the ass of men twice her size and walk off without a scratch. Everybody knows she doesn’t have powers and she only got into Beacon High because of her parents. But nobody really cares because Allison is as good as powered in their eyes and besides, nobody but the older Argents rally buy into that bigotry). Such as Kate - Kate doesn’t ‘look down’ on norms per say, but she knows she’s better than them.

The Hales aren’t even norms. They’re another family line with awesome powers. Talia Hale can turn into an actual wolf. And not a normal Canis Lupus, this massive thing that is practically indestructible to gun fire and it can’t be a wolf, wolves don’t heal that quickly but they don’t know what else to call it.

Derek inherits it from her. People used to think he just had this partial shift with claws and fangs but then one day when Kate Argent broke out of prison from her string of arson and murder attempts, he just turned around and shifted into this monster wolf.

It’s become kind of an initiation story for the school. “That’s Derek Hale, don’t piss him off or he will eat you.”

Cora’s powers are more subtle. She alters your perception of things. She once accidentally made everyone think she had died in a fire and was so upset she locked herself in her room for a week. It’s not quite mind control - she can’t make you do things. But one second you’re talking to her, the next you think there is a fire alarm ringing when there isn’t, you think you’ve hurt your hand and you haven’t, you think there is nobody standing there when she’s standing right in front of you.

It’s similar in a way to her uncle’s power. Because I want Peter to be a similar age to Stiles, Cora and Derek would totally be twins for the purpose of this, and Peter’s the uncle who is only a few years older. He’s either in his last year of school or he lurks around the place like he owns it. Stiles is pretty sure he’s actually a TA or maybe he helps ‘call me Cupcake’ Coach with basketball when the lacrosse season isn’t on. But mostly it just appears like he’s lurking.

Peter’s power I’m still not sure on. But manipulation suits him so he gets mind control. It only works when he’s touching someone’s skin, and half the time he likes talking people around in circles without even touching them. They think they’re safe from his powers, but by then he’s already planted the ideas in their head. They do the rest themselves and he doesn’t even have to try. (And the angst with Stiles later, the boy wondering if it’s real or if Peter’s just tricking him. Controlling him. And on the other end Peter’s wondering why he’s not using his powers (he could, it would be so easy) but for some reason he likes this kid and that… that terrifies him.

Because Stiles has a power. He MUST after all, he’s attending Beacon High and his dad might be Sheriff (with an ability to pick out lies) but that doesn’t get him free access. Not like the Argent girl (who might also have a power because some of her arrows fly a little too straight, but if she does she’s not saying). Stiles must have a power because otherwise he couldn’t have gotten in.

Peter thinks it’s probably something pointless. Like turning into a hamster. It shouldn’t have him so curious but it DOES. Because there’s a rumour flying about that he’s a norm in which case how did he even get in? He must have hacked the system which is practically impossible because as some people like to joke, the place is like Hogwarts. You can ONLY get in if you have a superpower (which is why he questions the idea that the Argent girl is a norm so much). It’s impossible to hack the system or forge the documents, but if anyone could have done it, it would be Stiles.

Peter’s not sure which option is more interesting. That Stiles has an unknown power or that he’s just that brilliant of a norm. (He thinks he’s enraptured either way. Not in love because he’s Peter Hale, he doesn’t do something as trivial as fall in love, but he’s fascinated and that’s almost as dangerous.)

(And I’m not decided on either Stiles or Allison. I’d love them to have powers, but I like them being squishy humans. But if they did have powers Allison would either have something subtle that makes her just that much better at fighting, or she’s have something completely lethal like energy manipulation that channels kinetic energy into explosions or something and she could blow up half of Beacon Hills if she wanted to. There’s a reason she pretends she’s normal after all.

And Stiles would have something that barely registers as a power but it’s goddamn dangerous. Like maybe he knows when people are going to die. Or he sees events and patterns before they happen. I don’t even know.)

Scott’s an asthmatic with seemingly no powers. His mother’s a healer and his dad he doesn’t talk about, but he works for the powered fbi so he must have something good. But Scott? Scott doesn’t. At least - not at first. But then something triggers (thankfully no radioactive goop is involved) and he comes into his own.

There’s no real name for it. It’s basically empathy. But it’s not just emotions. It’s on a physical level as well. Scott can help people to heal, he’s stronger now - not quite super strength but he draws on people around him. He doesn’t even drain them, his own state is just affected by them. It’s weird, he doesn’t really understand it, but it works for him. He’s better, faster, no asthma, he can help people, he can basically be Scott McCall - actual puppy. (Scott almost gets banned from the team when his powers first triggered and he broke three lacrosse sticks and dislocated five shoulders. No powers in sports, but he’s so happy he doesn’t care).

I don’t even know if I like all the power choices I just made; I like seeing different people’s interpretations. I want a world where instead of the supernatural you get the superhuman and it’s known. It’s oh so known (but capes and spandex are so last century, nobody does that shit anymore).

(I got distracted world-building here, but I swear there was steter somewhere in the middle of this).

Preference #10 The ‘Bite’[Requested]

A/N: I’ll be posting the girls’ part of this preference tomorrow. I enjoyed writing this! Ugh, Aiden’s is sad but I am sad that he died! UGH. Anyways.. let me know what you think, beauties!

Scott: Scott McCall’s enraged glowing crimson eyes flickered to the origin of the male voice calling his name in alarm, a startling fear rippling throughout his nerves as he watched you collapse to the ground. Derek was too late; Kali’s mouth coated with the blood from your fragile veins, a sadistic sense of satisfaction glistening in her frigid maroon eyes. A mournful animalistic growl disrupted the eerie silence, the dark chocolate pigments returning to the true alpha’s irises as he began to sprint toward your motionless body. “No, no, no.” Scott began to chant in wavering whispers, wrapping his lean muscular arms around your narrow shoulders, fingertips brushing the stray hairs from your paled face. “W-What do I-I do?” He questioned in a flustered stammer, his athletic frame rocking to and fro as he held you tightly. “What do I do?” He whimpered, warm unshed tears blurring his line of vision as he gazed helplessly up at Derek Hale for any sign of guidance. Derek’s dark eyebrows knit together, empathetic willow irises fogged over with the bitter memory of his first love suffering a similar fate; he shook his head in defeat causing Scott to choke on a sob.

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anonymous asked:

Hey could you do a amnesia!derek who thinks that he and stiles are dating/married because stiles is always over his loft and some things have made their way over? And he's really confused as to why stiles is so sad when he says he loves him? Please?!

Anon, did you know there is an EXACT version of this fic, only it’s Stiles that has the amnesia? No? Well you should read it. It’s way better than mine, but have this version anyway. :)

Derek knows three things.

He knows that he’s lost his entire family in a fire he still blames himself for even though he’s been told it’s not his fault. He knows that he’s been in some sort of accident that has caused him to forget everything after that fire.

And he knows that he loves the boy that comes to check on him every day, sometimes more than once a day.

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How To Wish Your Alpha (And The Pack) Merry Christmas In Five Easy(ish) Steps

@histerek | AO3 - @shipperslist

Something was up with Stiles.

Jackson knew about this stuff. After all, he hadn’t spent the majority of his life learning to read other people and teaching himself to look for subtle shifts in their body language or scent and the proper ways to react for nothing, had he? Of course, those skills had been imperative when navigating through high school while playing the alpha because that’s what he was expected to be. But it was handy at other times too — like when Stiles was acting shady and no one else seemed to pay attention.

So, Jackson decided to get to the bottom of it.

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Can You See What I See?: A Criminal Minds Imagine

A/N: Rapid fire, and anon, you’re not bringing me down any. See this? This is what I love to do, and it feels lovely. This is Y/N being a genius like Reid, and each having feelings for one another, but they don’t see it, so Garcia and Morgan set them up- Fuckeree

Rating: PG13

Warnings: None that I can think of

Imagine…

“Well there are about 440 known species of sharks, with 400 subspecies that are relatively known to humankind, and the bite radius was approximately 16 inches, as well as it took place near Illinois, so I am 98 percent certain that it was a bull shark, due to their ability to live in fresh or salt water, and the bite radius” you were looking over the newspaper that Spencer had given you, and he was nodding along as the two of you walked into the office. 

“You see, that’s exactly what I was thinking, but that is breaching on the bite radius of a bull shark, it just unnerves me that they don’t know. It was fatal, unprovoked and it happened in Illinois, what other shark would be there?” he sets his coffee down on his desk, and carefully takes the paper back from you. 

“I know! Where did you say this paper was, cause I never got it this morning” you look over your things, but you already knew that you wouldn’t have it, it never came. 

“It was in my mailbox, but it’s not for any town around here, I’m glad we got to discuss it though” he goes to take a seat but Morgan’s voice cuts him off just as his bum is about to hit the chair. 

“Pretty Ricky! Come here for a second!” he looks at you and you can see the frustration in his eyes as he slowly stands back up, and takes his sweet time crossing the room. 

Spencer was like that, he was humorous and generous, he knew as much as you did and yet he still managed to make you feel “normal”, he could have sass like nobodies business, but he was still an old soul, and sharks intrigued him just as much as they intrigued you. 

When you’d started at the BAU a year ago, you weren’t sure how you would be able to live with another person whose mind held as much information as yours did on a day-to-day basis, but Spencer changed that. 

He made it so that your minds balanced one another out, he made it so that you could feel comfortable being yourself, and he took some of the pressure off of you when it came to having to know something under duress. Spencer was a life saver, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge in your chest at the thought of him, and who he was. 

On your last birthday, he was the one to remember your love of sharks and aquatics, and actually made your entire desk into a fake aquarium. He’d used paper to make it blue, and drawn on fish and octopi, even a coral reef, but your most favourite part were the whale sharks. 

He had spent hours of painstaking work making them look realistic, even though they were tiny on your desk, just to make your day that bit better. You ended up keeping the drawings, putting them up on your wall at home. 

The two of you clicked, that was just the way it was, and as you watch him stand there, deep in curious conversation with Morgan, you wonder what goes through his head and if it’s anything like yours. 

“Hey smarty pants, how are you?” Garcia had come up behind you quietly, her voice a beautiful shock as she set her hand on your shoulder. 

“Good morning! I’m good thanks, and you?” you turn your chair around and tear your gaze from the two men as she smiles down at you. 

“I’m grand, hey, listen, I have a question for you!” she snags a chair from Morgan’s desk and tugs it over beside you, taking a seat. 

“Sure, shoot” you cross one leg over the other and wait for probably one of the most bizarre and out of context things that you’d ever been asked. 

“What is the chemical composition of love?” this one was a big one, you hadn’t even dreamed of her coming up with something that, and you just sort of sputter like an engine in the water as you search your brain. 

“Well.. Huh. Good question. The biological basis of love is so vast, you could never really talk it down to one small subject. I mean, it’s been studied by evolutionary biology, psychology, anthropology and neuroscience, and they all have different takes on the matter. If you’re talking about the neurochemistry of it, the main chemicals that are shown when it comes to being attached to someone are oxytocin and vasopressin”. 

She’s writing this all down, and you stumble to a stop as you realize that she’s literally trying to get what you said word for word. “But uh, there’s a lot of other stuff too, can I ask why?”. 

She smiles up at you, full of mischief and wit, and winks as she taps her paper. “No reason in particular” she pats your knee as she finished writing, and hurries away just as fast as she showed up. 

You turn your attention back towards Morgan and Reid, except for that neither of them are where they were, and you’re really not sure where Derek went, but Spence is striding towards you, so you go to your computer screen. 

“That was weird” he quips, pulling his chair up and finally getting to sit down for once this morning. 

“I could say the same, hey, look at the file that was left open on my computer” you point to the monitor and his brow furrows as he scoots closer. 

It’s a newspaper article about the pros and cons of life with an eidetic memory, and how it can be linked to missing signs of affection from those who love you. As he pulls his chair closer, he reaches out his hand and it clips your thigh, as you shy away he grins at you. 

“Sorry” he whispers, and you shake your head, cheeks on fire with a blush. 

It takes the two of you but a moment to read over it, and by the time that you’re done, it seems pretty evident that this was left open for a reason. “This isn’t very subtle” you mutter, and he nods. 

It hadn’t been very subtle, Garcia and Derek you mean, not for the passed two weeks at least. It started with “accidentally” sleeping in, so that you would have to pick Spence up for work, as to not leave him stranded. 

It moved into you two being placed side by side no matter where the team was, and notes about needing to meet up after work, only for it to be the two of you and nobody else. 

But after it started to be love songs played on your computer, or sharks with hearts on them stuck to his back, they weren’t doing a very good job at hiding what they were doing anymore. 

“It’s ridiculous, it’s like I’m in the third grade again, and we all know how that goes” he exits off of the page to save any more embarrassment, and shakes his head. 

You couldn’t say whether or not he felt the way that you felt, you sincerely doubted it, it was just a thought that you had stuck in your head. Spencer was like a best friend, one who gives advice and helps you, but you were still confused on the couple thing. 

“Hey you two, can you look at this, and see if we’ve got it right?” Derek’s voice is loud and clear across the room, and you stare at Spencer before slowly turning around. There’s a white board in the middle of the room, with a gigantic brain and heart drawn in the middle. 

It says “There once was a shark with a giant brain, he swam the oceans but it was in vain, his heart was empty though he knew so much. He didn’t know that across the sea, was a girl shark who was just as brain-y. Swimming alone is no good at all, so when they met each other they started to fall. The thing about them is that they may be smart, but they just don’t know how to listen to their heart. So Spencer Shark and Y/N Shark, it’s time to begin, life together fin in fin”. 

You can feel your face flush red, as you raise your hands to your mouth and laugh into them, shocked and surprised at the two of them and how bold that they were. 

“I.. Uh.. Spencer” you look to the shocked young man, face just as red as yours as he tries to figure out what to say. 

“They really went all the way, huh?” that’s all you can think to say, and he just nods once more. 

“That they did.. But are they wrong?” his eyes are such a beautiful shade as he stares at you. 

“We could always find out”

anonymous asked:

Have you done a reclist of fics where Derek is an Artist or an Architect? Also there's one specific fic I was praying you could find for me where Derek is a sculptor and teaches a class stiles takes?

The one specific fic with Derek is a sculptor and a teacher:

  • Quaking Aspen by popfly (M, 5k) College!AU where Stiles is a fine arts major who decides to take a sculpture class because the instructor, Professor Hale, is hot. He spends a lot of time sketching Derek instead of paying attention to the lecture parts of the class, but he still aces his final project.

Architect!Derek

  • How Derek Got His Groove Back by WhoNatural (E, 4k) Cora kicks him under the table. “Do you have the hots for the baby lawyer?” she hisses urgently, and Derek blinks at her, feeling his face heat. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s young enough to be my—” “Younger brother,” she cuts in, and shakes her head. “Age difference excuses do not fly with me. Are you gonna ask him out? Derek, you need to do something about that.” “About what?” he says, frowning, watching as Stiles sits down at a table with a group of older, lawyer-types. “The fact that you’re both about one drink away from sex in some janitor’s closet.”
  • Up and Coming by Fanhag102 (E, 21k) Stiles and Derek work in the same building and every day ride up in the elevator together. That is pretty much the extent of their relationship—until one day the elevator breaks down, trapping the two of them inside and maybe forcing them to admit to each other that the attraction is mutual. Or, the one where Stiles and Derek have sex in an elevator.
  • Who is @DerekHale? by takeiab (E, 5k) Over the next month, Derek found himself following…well, himself. The Kid (as Derek had started referring to his twitter double) knew way too much about him. Derek could only guess it was Laura’s doing. He would often tweet about mundane things like photos from Derek’s favorite restaurant, a movie he had been thinking of seeing but hadn’t actually seen yet, observations about color or cool buildings he’d admired, and one one particularly eerie Tuesday as Derek sat down with a stack of books on incorporating natural light into office design, The Kid tweeted a treatise on the difficulty of making things both beautiful and functional which gave Derek chills. Or the one where Derek is an architect and Laura decided he needs a public image… without telling him.

Artist!Derek:

  • Kaleidoscope by Vendelin (E, 55k) Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It’s nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it’s not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he’s already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head…
  • Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! by KuriKuri (T, 20k) >Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanartbut he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.
  • El Corazón del Lobo by heartslogo456 (M, 22k) Derek drove back into Beacon Hills on a Tuesday morning seven years after he had left it last with one single thought: “Why am I doing this?” But in his heart, Derek knew exactly why. (In which Stiles suffers temporary memory loss and any serious emotional trauma could give him permanent damage so Scott calls Derek to come back and fake like he and Stiles are still together so that Stiles can heal)

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Preference #16 ‘Jealous’ by Nick Jonas

Scott: “I don’t like the way he’s looking at you. I’m starting to think you want him too. ​Am I crazy, have I lost yah? ​Even though I know you love me, can’t help it.” Liam’s enamored chuckle reverberated in his chest, amorous aquamarine irises memorizing the adorable way your glossed mouth quirked at the corners as you smirked at the childish joke he’d just shared. The newly bitten beta was completely taken with you. Everyone knew. At first, the werewolf’s crush was innocent until the subtle flirtations evolved into physical misbehavior. Scott’s patience was wearing thin with his beta, bristling with rage each time he gazed at you with a smitten musing. You were his. Scott refused to divulge the gnawing insecurity in his pure heart, the intense envy pulsing in his lycan veins each time Liam’s calloused fingertips made contact with the smooth flesh scented of lavender and vanilla. He felt nauseous, the pink hue on your feline cheekbones drilling a darkened hesitancy in his cognition. He knew in his heart that you loved him, but it felt like you were enjoying the attention from Liam. Had he lost you?

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anonymous asked:

Hey, are there any fics where Derek has brothers?

Yes! We also have a big brother!Derek tag, Derek and Allison!Siblings and Scott and Derek!Siblings.  - Anastasia

Originally posted by hoechlins

and it’s so, it’s so by Marishna

(1/1 I 2,210 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek’s had a crush on Stiles for years but has always been too chickenshit to do anything about it.

Date me or my brother by Hepzheba

(1/1 I 2,560 I general I Sterek)

Derek is straight and his usual grumpy self, Derek also has a twin who is Gay and a complete Player. Somehow, Derek finds himself filling in for his Twin because the Player has double booked himself on the dating seen. Enter Stiles… Maybe Derek’s not so straight.

All American Boy by orphan_account

(1/1 I 4,438 I Teen I Sterek)

Top Ten Reasons Derek Hale is in Deep Trouble
10. His big brother is the most popular boy in school
9. Her little sister is a certified genius
8. He’s in love with her big brother’s girlfriend’s sister
7. He got caught selling celebrity portraits in school
6. And now he’s being forced to take art classes
5. He’s just saved the president of the United States from an assassination attempt
4. So the whole world thinks he is a hero
3. Even though Derek knows he is far, far from being a hero
2. And now he’s been appointed teen ambassador to the UN

And the number-one reason Derek’s life is over?

1. The president’s son just might be in love with him

Life’s Not A Competition by RhiannonJade

(3/? I 4,925 I Teen I Sterek)

When Derek’s twin brother, Declan, makes a surprise visit to Beacon Hills, he immediately takes notice of Derek’s not-so-subtle crush on a certain Stiles Stilinski. It soon becomes a competition for Stiles’ affections, and Derek is less than thrilled. Based on a Tumblr post. Rating will probably go up in later chapters.

But We’re Still Sleeping Like We’re Lovers by CharWright5

(15/15 I 109,744 I Explicit I Sterek)

There are several things Stiles Stilinski knows to be facts: he’s a werecoyote like his parents; his twin sister Malia could use a filter more than him; he’s an Omega and terrified of his upcoming heat; and Derek Hale-McCall will never see him as anything more than his kid brother’s best friend. Doesn’t stop Stiles from asking the Alpha to help him during his heat. Or from developing some serious feelings that go beyond the bedroom. Basically, he’s totally screwed, in more ways than one.