No hate to Stydia fans but...

I’m glad that Jeff Davis honest to us right now. And after this I can sleep very well. Because the Stydia were made only because of some very angry and colorful kids/fans. I’m glad that in the end we all knowing that Jeff would never write something like this. He pass out. HE’s don’t wrote any of this scene. HE IS A GROWN MAN who can see the right things but because of kids he probably had to destroy his own priorities . He knows what the best but some people still can’t see it. Thank you Jeff Davis for everything that u gave to us and sorry that in some point we are becoming to the destroyer. We love for all of this lovely characters and for all Malia scenes that u were wrote to her because in the end to what you be touched will be turns into gold. No offense stydia fans it’s just my objectivity opinion. And I’m not a one of the stalia or sterek’s fans. (I m respect Lydia’s character. Well, almost ). I’m just a person who were lived a lot.

Originally posted by iammannequinn

Time flies

Stiles can’t shower at his house anymore, not since the sacrifices. Just seeing the tub gives me flash backs to going under the water at Deaton’s, the thought of actually getting into one is enough to send him over the edge into a full on panic attack. 

He showers in the locker room now, in the open space where he knows he can’t go under. He knows that it’s not a permanent solution, but for now it works. 

After everything with the Nogitsune Stiles stands in the locker room showers for at least an hour. He can’t get the feel of blood off of his hands. He scrubs himself until he’s red, until his skin is tender to the touch, and then he scrubs more. 

There were too many places with bad memories attached now, but Stiles gets through them, he has to. He still can’t look at a bathtub without feeling sick to his stomach. That’s where it started for him, that’s how the Nogitsune got in. 

So he still showers at school, he avoids talking about his feelings and his struggles because it’s his fault that Allison is dead, that Isaac is gone, that Scott’s a werewolf. It’s all his fault and he knows that, so he stays strong and steady on the outside, if not a bit defiant. 

It all works out fine until the school is locked for summer and Derek is missing and Lydia is grieving the death of her best friend so he can’t talk to her, and Scott is off trying to better himself so he can’t bother him. 

After a week of sink showers Stiles finally gets an idea and breaks into the loft. Well breaks into is a very loose term, he has a key and he doesn’t think Derek would mind him using his shower. 

That plan works well until Derek is back. By then the school is open again, but he knows that Derek can tell he’s been there. There’s no way he doesn’t smell Stiles in the bathroom, on the couch, in the bed. 

But Derek doesn’t call him out on it, instead he squeezes Stiles neck and reminds him that his door is always open if he needs to get away. Stiles knows that if anyone would understand how he’s feeling, it would be Derek. He knows that, but he can’t bring himself to tell him anything. 

He does go to the loft sometimes, mostly to use Derek’s shower and always when he knows Derek is out. That plan works as well as he other plans, meaning it’s great until it isn’t.

It’s a Sunday and Stiles is stepping out of a hot shower at the loft, he had a bad night, dreams of dead brown eyes and sticking swords into friends had kept him up. He had been alone when he got to the loft, but when he steps out of the bathroom Derek is sitting on the couch reading a book. 

“None of this is your fault,” Derek tells him, not looking up from the book, “You didn’t ask to be possessed, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, none of this is on you.”

“Or is it all on me,” Stiles says, toweling his hair dry and looking at Derek, “If I hadn’t dragged Scott into the woods that first night none of this would have happened.”

“By that line of logic this is actually all my fault,” Derek says with a sigh, making Stiles think that Derek really believes that it’s his fault, “The fire never would have happened if it wasn’t for me.”

“We both know the fire would have happened without you,” Stiles says because it’s true.

“And if Scott hadn’t gotten bitten someone else would have,” Derek counters, “It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe,” Stiles says, sitting down next to Derek. It feels like the right time to tell someone why he can’t shower at home so he adds, “I can’t go near a bathtub after being sacrificed.”

“The smell of smoke still makes me sick,” Derek admits and Stiles bumps his shoulder against him. “We’ve all got our damage. You’re not letting yours keep you from living, that’s important.”

“You too,” Stiles tells him, “Maybe we can try to move forward from all of this shit together. It’s easier with someone else helping.”

“Yeah, it is,” Derek says quietly, looking at Stiles with a soft look that he’s only seen a few times before. 

And maybe Stiles still can’t take a bath, but with Derek (and a therapists) help he starts taking showers in a bathtub. And maybe Derek can’t watch open flames, but he can smell smoke without throwing up because Stiles helps him open up (and takes him to therapy once a week).

They move forward together. And eventually they’re both well enough emotionally to admit that they love each other. Every day is a journey for them, but they’re on that journey together, that’s what matters. 

season six be like

Wait… rumor has it Stiles is going to school in D.C. 

How crazy is that, because Derek has been working for an environmental nonprofit there for about a year now. 

HUH WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT. 

I bet they’re going to run into each other one morning on the subway and they’ll end up getting coffee, maybe they’ll walk around the National Mall, maybe Derek will nervously take Stiles’ hand while they do. 

The possibilities are endless, just like their love.

Universal Laws

Stiles watches as Derek jokes around with his football buddies at the popular table where only cheerleaders and football people were allowed to sit. Stiles wanted to be sitting there right next to Derek just for a day to see what it’s like so badly. To see what it’s like to be around Derek, to joke around with Derek, or maybe be something more with Derek. Stiles was deeply in love with the star quarterback who didn’t even know Stiles’s name.

He continues to watch book being held open with one hand while the other rested on Stiles’s cheek. He couldn’t look away no matter how hard he tried. Derek was the only thing Stiles could see now a days. He sees one of the football players nudge Derek’s shoulder, and point at Stiles talking about him probably. Derek looks over, and gives a small smile waving at Stiles. Stiles looks away blushing deeply. Derek had just caught him staring. Great.

He shuts his book shoving it back into his book bag. He should be getting to the library by now to help the librarian. He walks past the popular table making sure to look anywhere except Derek. Making eye contact with Derek could be deadly. He hears a few snickers and some wolf-whistles as he keeps walking. He blushes rushing towards the library embarrassed. When he gets there he hands the librarian Ida the book he borrowed.

“Finished already Stiles?” Ida asks amused. Stiles gives her a warm smile.

“Anything you suggest Ida is a gift from god.” Stiles says. She chuckles softly shaking her head at him.

“Have you wooed that boy you’ve been making goo goo eyes at?” Ida asks. Stiles blushes, and shakes his head.

“I don’t think he’s interested in dating guys Ida.” Stiles says scratching the back of his neck. Ida gives him a hard look.

“You never know if you don’t ask.” She says putting her hands on her hips. Stiles rolls his eyes plucking a book from her desk.

“Reading Gatsby again I see.” Ida says eyeing the book.

“It’s a classic and you know how much I fantasize about having a love like Gatsby and Daisy’s.” Stiles says.

“Tragic and full of betrayal?” Ida asks. Stiles laughs shaking his head.

“Must you mock me?” He asks smirking. She throws one of her inspirational quote bookmarks at him shooing him off. He chuckles, and heads to his secret place to read.

He loved being in the library. He could get lost in here if Ida would let him, but she could only let Stiles stay so late before she had to kick him out. He sits down against the shelf opening up the book with a small smile on his face. He tunes out the world as he begins to read his most favorite book. He’s so deep into the book he almost misses a deep voice saying one of his favorite quotes.

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

Stiles looks up to see Derek Hale standing in front of him. His cheeks instantly go red, and his mouth hangs open.

“You read Gatsby?” Stiles asks quietly. Derek smiles, and plops down next to Stiles.

“It’s a classic.” Derek says. Stiles bites his lip studying Derek.

“Daisy and Gatsby or Daisy and Tom?” Stiles asks. Derek purses his lips thinking.

“Neither,” he says. “Tom is a cheater that willingly cheats on Daisy, and Gatsby’s love burned out long ago when he left for the war.”

“Wouldn’t you think Gatsby still had a chance even after all those years?” Stiles asks. Derek nods.

“Maybe, but to leave Daisy heartbroken with a letter saying he was coming home to marry her even when she was already engaged to someone else doesn’t make sense. Why now fight for her attention? Why couldn’t he have done it years ago?” Derek asks. Stiles bites his lip again trying to contain a squeal he wanted to let out.

This was a whole new different side he’s seen of Derek, and he absolutely loves it.

“How did you find me?” Stiles asks. Derek smiles his bunny teeth poking out. Stiles wanted to just lean over, and kiss the man.

“The librarian told me where you were,” Derek says. “She told that I needed to come up with a way to woo you over the book you were reading.”

Stiles blushes a deep shade of red.

“Don’t listen to what Ida says she’s crazy.” Stiles says. Derek laughs.

“I think she’s amazing.” Derek says. It was Stiles’s turn to laugh.

“Yeah she is.” Stiles says. Derek’s hand brushes Stiles’s, and Stiles’s heart stops. He could feel the tingles running up and down his spine, and wondered if Derek could feel them to.

Stiles’s cellphone rings making him jump. He checks it seeing he has a text from his dad saying he got off early from work.

“I um- I have to go.” Stiles says quietly. Derek gets up quickly offering Stiles’s a hand. Stiles takes it feeling the tingles all over again.

“Come sit with me tomorrow.” Derek says. He’s still holding Stiles’s hand. Stiles is now getting annoyed at how many times Derek has made him blush.

“I can’t.” Stiles says. Derek frowns.

“Why not?” Derek asks. Stiles bites his bottom lip.

“You’re popular and I’m not. It’s kind of the rules for you to sit with your people and for me to sit with mine.” Stiles says. Derek’s frown gets deeper.

“Rules what kind of rules?” Derek asks.

“Kind of like universal laws. It’s always been like that, and it always will be,” Stiles says. “I’m destined to sit alone fantasizing what it’s like to be with the cool kids, and you’re destined to sit with your friends not caring about anything or anyone else.”

Derek gives him a look clearly unimpressed.

“That is the most stupidest thing I have heard in my entire life.” Derek says. Stiles shrugs chewing on his bottom lip. He looks down at their hands that are still together.

“It’s just how it is.” Stiles whispers. Derek squeezes his hand.

“Then I’ll sit with you.” Derek says. Stiles’s head shoots up.

“What?” He asks. To say the least he was completely shocked.

“No one should be sitting alone.” Derek says. Stiles gives him a look like Derek did before.

“Are you stupid?” Stiles asks. Derek looks at him confused.

“You’ll ruin your reputation if you’re seen sitting next to me.” Stiles says. Derek gives him a hard look, and Stiles gulps. Derek lets go of Stiles’s hand making Stiles frown. Derek grabs his and suddenly his lips are on Stiles’s. Stiles can’t breath now.

Derek Hale was kissing him. Derek Hale the star quarterback is kissing him with a burning passion of a thousand suns. Stiles lets his eyes flutter close, and kisses Derek back. He drops the book grabbing onto Derek’s arms for support. His knees are wobbling and they soon might give out. As if Derek could read Stiles’s mind he moves his hands to Stiles waist pulling him closer.

Stiles latches his hands in Derek soft hair earning a hum of approval from Derek. He pulls away sucking a large amount of air into his lungs as Derek’s noses around his neck kissing softly. Stiles gasps tugging lightly on Derek’s hair.

“I should really get going,” Stiles says breathless. “My dad is probably wondering where I am.”

Derek pulls away from his neck trailing kisses back up to Stiles’s mouth.

“I’m sitting with you tomorrow end of discussion.” Derek says. Stiles smiles and kisses Derek again.

“Whatever you say big guy.” Stiles says. Derek moves back down to Stiles’s neck sucking a dark hickey on the side of his neck.

“Now everyone will know you’re mine.” Derek says. Stiles blushes not caring that this is all so sudden. They’ll discuss about this later.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Stiles says. He gives Derek a chaste kiss then walks away feeling giddy. He’s pretty sure the hickey on his neck is very large and very noticeable, and he’s also pretty sure his lips are swollen. He walks up to the front desk, and Ida gives him a smirk.

“I lied,” Stiles says. “Your suggestions aren’t a gift from god you are Miss. Ida.”

She laughs giving him a wide smile. When Stiles gets home he gets “the talk” as soon as he steps foot into the house. Nothing can really get past his dad. Especially a huge goddamn hickey Derek ever so graciously sucked on his neck.

And it’s safe to say that the next Derek sits by Stiles giving him kiss in front of the entire student body to see. Screw the universal laws.

(I’m a shitty writer I’m sorry)

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He was mesmerized by the other man, from his disheveled hair to his hands, Derek was entranced. Even the way Stiles moved had a certain odd grace and charm to it, or it did until Stiles tripped into the shelf. 

Boxes upon boxes of candy had rained down and Stiles had laughed, head thrown back as he did before he said, “Typical. St. Valentine is really out to get me.”

The laugh had sounded like music to Derek’s ears, but it also reminded him that he was openly staring at the man on the floor. He had offered his hand to help him up, which Stiles accepted and then introduced himself. The skin on skin contact was electric, Derek hadn’t let go once Stiles was standing, but then again neither had Stiles.

It has escalated from there, they ended up getting coffee at the local shop down the road, and then they ended up back at Stiles apartment where they spent several eventful hours in Stiles bedroom. 

Derek hadn’t expected Stiles’ number, he hadn’t expected Stiles to want to see him again, so he was pleased when Stiles had taken Derek’s phone and put his number in before calling himself so he’d have Derek’s too. 

When Derek had left the next morning he hadn’t expected Stiles to call for at least a few days, so when his phone rang before he was even home, he figured he had left something behind. When Stiles asked him to lunch Derek realized that nothing about Stiles was what he usually expected in other people. 

The entire next year of Derek’s life felt like the best kind of whirlwind. Stiles was everything he didn’t know he wanted in a partner. He was funny and smart, he was an asshole and incredibly honest, he was a hot cup of coffee in the morning and cold pizza for dinner. Derek loved it, Derek loved him.

They skipped the whole Valentine’s celebration the following year, neither of them were really big fans of the day. Stiles ended up picking up a shift at the station and Derek babysat for Laura so she and Mike could have a night out. 

The next day Stiles and Derek ended up at the same Target to get discounted candy, except this time when Stiles ended up on the ground it was because he was on one knee proposing to Derek and not because he tripped over his own feet. 

It wasn’t a typical proposal, but then again, they weren’t a typical couple. They were so much more.