how do i tag her she's not a scott in all of these it's ok

Clueless

Summary: Ok so can you do a tw where reader has dealt with small kids before and then when the pack has no idea how to deal with the little kid they found but needed to keep and protect, they call upon the reader? Idk if it makes sense or not. And maybe make it derek x reader and its momma hale?

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 839

Request: Anon

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Salvatore!Reader x McCall Pack / Salvatores’

Requested By Anon

Part One


“You don’t think this is weird?” You asked everyone as you were all handed permission slips.

“What we get to go on a cool school trip?” Stiles sighed as he and Scott turned to you.

“Yeah as soon as we think the teacher has something to do with it she not only takes our class on a weekend trip away from the school but finds a way to get nearly everyone on the deadpool that goes to the school to join us.” You pointed out at they both made a noise as if it had just made sense to them.

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HannibalCon RDC3 - day 1. Personal recap

So yesterday was the day that so many of us feverishly anticipated and dreaded :), the actual possibility of meeting Bryan Fuller, Hugh Dancy, Aaron Abrams, Scott Thompson, Demore Barnes and Ellen Muth! I mean. What -are- the chances?

I flew over Friday morning (having dreaded flying in that storm but it did die down that night, fortunately) with Alex and we made our way over to arrive at 10 am, to photos of other Fannibals on Twitter already, though the hotel was still very much empty. Good to take photographs :)

I got upgraded to the next room level (which is why I can now drink coffee while writing this at 5:30 am (thank goodness)). By afternoon the lobby was filling slowly, flowercrowns everywhere. A truly elevating atmosphere, because even though I’m not really a flowers and frilly stuff kind of gal, it just is incredible to watch. Btw the bloody flowercrown @idontfindyouthatinteresting made for me drew many compliments (thank you, again!)

Registration openend a bit early and people went queuing until the main ceremony started. Incredible, there were soooo many people there, so many beautiful cosplays already. @lovecrimecat came by and we distributed the flyers for @radiance-anthology flyers to those standing in line, managed to meet so many of those who signed up (yay), got little gifts in exchange from so many people (and everybody just gave me a second one when I asked so I could give them to Katrina who couldn’t come - so awesome of you guys, thank you again!). I met so many people ‘from’ Twitter and it’ so nice to recognize some from last time, to put name and face to the @s. *hugs at all*

Opening ceremony.
I have a gold ticket this year so I went up front and sat next to SpiceyScorpion, only to realize that -that- was way to much in front for my nerves …. *rolls eyes at self*. I went a few rows back and to the side, which was a good decision for later^^.
“They” came in a few minutes to late, we saw Aaron and Scott do shadow theatre behind the scenes and Sean called them out one after the other.

Demore seemed honestly happy to be there, addressing us with such kind words, upping the applause and calling backstage that that could not possibly be topped*fg*. Aaron came out and asked us to clap for Hugh because he was supposedly afraid he wouldn’t get any ^^^^^, Scott said something along these lines as well, I think. Both very funny. Ellen was there^^ and addressed us with a few kind ords and then Sean announced Bryan next and the room (not in any way quiet before) went -wild-. And Bryan…. Bryan went “crowdsurfing”. Meaning he ran through the aisles and high-fived us. You know that sitting to the side decision? Yeah….
What a moment, there’s lots of pictures in the Tag #HannibalCon, go and look, it was…. incredible. God bless. Anyway Hugh came out last, announced by Sean as one of the best british actors, and boy, that was applause^^. He seemed a bit overwhelmed with the energy there^^ and honestly, I can’t quite remember what he actually said but it was something along the lines that he was looking forward to a wonderful weekend.

They came out together after that and we held up the signs that @the-winnowing-wind distributed - “Fannibals Forever”…. They took videos and photos of us. Bryan posted some of it later. Incredible moment to have been part of. I’m even in Bryans video (yay^^ (and if you know where to look^^)).

The gold ticket holders went across the hall next, to a slightly smaller room with tables set up and we were seated by group/friends. And then we waited, because they got something to eat first…. (darn^^^). Colleen got out some booze and we talked a lot and proverbially bit our nails a lot *g*. When they finally got in they were sent to the various tables for 4-minute-meet-ups. Only the meet-ups didn’t stay at 4 minutes :P.

Demore was first and I was soooooo nervous. (The seat next to me was free btw, and so the -all- ended up sitting right next to me (*still screaming about that*. …. ) I shook my hands in the air in an effort to get rid of some of the energy and he put his hand on my shoulder asking me why I was nervous and I brabbled something unintelligible and shook my head. Very sweet. We talked a bit about his fight scene with Mads and that we would have liked to see more of him^^ and I told him I can’t wait to see him in American Gods and he rubbed my back when he left. *float*

Next was Scott, who brought his pizza and drank some mooneshine with us^^, played Tarot with us and was generally just this very kind and interesting person. I wasn’t -quite- that nervous anymore by then (thanks Demore (and Colleen for the prosecco)), meaning I actually talked a bit, though I can’t quite remember what^^.

Ellen was next and she was also very nice, we talked about the fact that her scenes are imho some of the most scary in Hannibal. She also wore some of the coolest jeans I’d ever seen^^.

Ok. Next? BRYAN. He saw the Will!Faun scarf of @flying-rotten we had put on the table cloth and chuckled that he knew who -we- are waiting for and that he couldn’t blame us^^. He asked us, if push came to shove, if we would prefer Will & Hannibal S4 or SotL. Our table was Hannigram, though there was apparently one that was 'done’ with it…. He told us about it a bit, much the same that Hugh has said before as well, that it would be an inversion of S1 etc. I…. hope that push does not come to shove, because he told us a bit about how much he loves the lyric of Thomas Harris books and I would really love for him to be able to fully lay out his vision. I hope he gets to do this (we have to continue to fight, guys!!!). He also told us, that Thomas Harris apparently writes a new book and he…. poked Martha to get the rights to it already, without quite knowing what it was about yet *g*.

I…. took all my courage then and showed him one of the Radiance-Flyers and explained a bit and we asked if he wanted to do a little something like a foreword for it. And guys - HE DOES! He asked when it would need to be done and I said May 1st and he looked at the flyer and indicated the twitter @ there and asked if he should send it there and I was like (you know this situation, where, once you start, your mouth kind of runs away with you?! At least mine did^^^) “Oh well, yes, or you know you follow me on twitter, you can just send it there if you want” and he looked at me (directly) and said “yes, I know.” Well, RIP me. I answered with a very intelligent “ah” if I recall correctly and ducked my head and then Romina and I emphasized that it would be awesome if he actually wants to do that and finds the time.

He asked us after what drew us to Hannibal, as he got feedback from a lot of the other young women (I thanked him for 'young’, you know, once you’re in it doesn’t matter anyhow *another eye roll at self*) and we said that its not only beauty and connection, but also intelligence. You have to think with Hannibal. He recommended 'Legion’ to us and asked if we’d seen it before and I said that some stuff hasn’t made it across the big pond yet. And then Bryan went and …. not ranted directly…. but expressed his lack of understanding of the fact that things take so long to be legal and why series were not streamed worldwide because people would just go and pirate it anyway -because- it was not available legally. He went and made a (imho) very fitting anology with the conservative stance on abortions in contrast to piracy, meaning just because it’s forbidden it doesn’t stop people from doing so, it just gets unsafer and illegal.
Oh and he took photos of our table and @dr3piecesuit s and another girls tattoo, because he loves them. :) And he told us that he brought something for Hugh to wear for the Cosplay contest. Can’t wait *g*
He was called away then, way past the 4 minutes^^ and …. he is such a precious human being?! Exuding so much warmth and honesty and exuberance. I feel honored that I got to sit there.

A propos honored… Hugh was next and there I was again - nervous. Awesome. *third eyeroll* He complimented Camilles Will!Faun, saying it was very beautiful and then laughing that that was maybe a bit weird^^, and then telling us about all the gifts he gets and that he keeps the little plush Wills, giving them to his son to play with, even the bloody ones….. *fg*.
The girl next to me (@OnTheVerger) talked to him about how much Adam means to her because she has Aspergers and then broke into tears and Hugh comforted and hugged her and it was sooo sweet. We showed him the Radiance flyers as well and he said “blood fueled embraces, indeed” *g*.
Bryan ran by then and left a bitten off Babybel for Hugh. IDK if Hugh bit off that piece or if Bryan did but it was hilarious^^.

Hugh had to leave then and Aaron came to our table last, I told him I backed him and he told us about the film he and Scott are in (Scott came by and set down next to him^^) and we talked about how much we would all want to see more of Hannibal. Oh and Scott said (before) that he was supposed to teach Clarice Starling - how awesome would team Sassy Science be doing that in SotL? Seriously?
Anyway, I remember I touched Aarons shoulder in the spur of the moment talking about -something- but I can’t remember what exactly and the panicking about that. ;))

I went to my room at 1:15am, got into bed by 2am and was wide awake again at 5:15 am.

What. a. rush.

PS: This is no photos because my cameras not that good - check the Hashtag on Twitter, there’s TONS of them ;). Already ;)

The Beginning Of The End: It All Ends

Originally posted by lovetherunning

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Scott, Stiles, Jordan, The Pack

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (MALE!READER)

Warnings: Angst, character death, regret, self hatred and blame, alcoholism, cliffhanger!

Word count: 1402

Summary: Derek’s whole world comes crashing down.

This will all be Derek Hale x Male!Reader

A/N: Last part of this miniseries!! Ended it on a cliffhanger, cos that’s how I’ve always seen it going. There may or may not be a sequel series, but that won’t happen for a long while. But yea, hope u like it!!

P.S. If u wanna be tagged in anything, send me an ask and I’ll add u!!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53@vixenwinchesters@helvonasche@chelsea072498@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@crackedclown@kumaartz@sinceriouslyamellpadalecki@mogaruke

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“Y/n! Come on, open the door! Just…just let me explain”, I begged, needing to let him know what really happened.

When he didn’t answer for the seventh time, I sighed, banging my head against the door a few times.

“Y/n, please! I swear, nothing happened with her”.

Once again, there was no answer.

I wondered if he had come home.

It’d only been maybe an hour since y/n saw Braeden kissing me.

I wondered if maybe he’d gone somewhere else.

But where the hell would he be?

“What the hell did you do?”

Hands gripped me and pushed my face into y/n’s door, breaking it down as we both fell to the floor with a bang.

I growled, trying to push whoever it was off me, but they managed to keep me pinned, heat beginning to burn my skin.

“GET OFF”.

I slammed my elbow back, jabbing him right in the chest as he fell off me.

Jumping up, I turned, about to rip this his head off, when I noticed Jordan was literally on fire, rage pouring out of his body.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO Y/N?”

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Scott x Sister!Reader

Warnings: car crash, Kidnapping

Part Two


“Guys (Y/N)’s coming we can talk about it when we drop her off.” Scott grunted as he saw his little sister hurry towards the Jeep.


For most of the ride she chattered with Malia who smiled and pretended she knew what the young teen was going on about, she wouldn’t openly admit it but (Y/N) was one of her favourite humans.

 

“Scott…” (Y/N) started.

 

“Not now.” Scott grunted as he continued to talk quietly with Stiles.

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Indigo (Part 1)

Background: Your tattoo parlor is suddenly neighbored by a flower shop, owned by a boy with blue skin, who affects you more than you want to admit. (Flower Shop AU)

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions of self harm, tattoos, blueberry cinnamon roll

Words: 1,313

A/N: @mrspetermaximoff idk why you’d want to be tagged in one of my stories but ok u asked for it, and its terrible probably. I’m doing part 2 tomorrow or the next day bc im extremely lazy and pokemon go has taken all of my energy. It’s 1:00 am, and I’ll proofread it tomorrow, so if it’s bad, hopefully it won’t be by tomorrow. (IM ADDING IT TO MY MASTERLIST after I PROOFREAD IT)

You checked the log once more. There was still only one appointment left in the day, a spot reserved for 6:35. Even though this was most likely your thousandth tattoo, you still got worried you would mess it up. Everyone was always pleased with your work, but the way your hands would sweat and your gaze would shift to the clock never changed. You had gotten a couple of tattoos yourself, and while you were proud of them, they felt incomplete. You wondered if any of your customers felt this way. Maybe that’s what had driven you to ink your skin in the way you had. A flower resided on the top of your arm, swimming in color, drowning in shades. It was your favorite, the first one you had gotten.

You checked the clock once more, and it didn’t seem to care much about your anxieties, marching forward ever so slightly. It was 6:26 now, and while you normally would’ve resided to the parlor and awaited your client with worried eyes, something caught your attention. The street you worked on was always the same, you arrived mid-morning, just in time to have a cup of tea before work, and Jean, the welder who worked down the street, always waved to you before running inside her shop to make sure she hadn’t started a fire. You would tease her about it constantly, along with the fact that she had grown quite fond of the optician who worked across from her, Scott. He was the only guy you knew on the block other than Peter, the pizza delivery boy, Warren, who helped you around the shop, and Alex, the personal trainer who everyone worried had moved away, due to his sudden disappearance. This was the only place that was really familiar to you in town, other than the mall which was run by a Ms. Lee who seemed a bit young for her job. You had only been here six months, but it was long enough for you to know when something had changed.

The lot across from yours was always empty, never failed to be until now. A truck was unloading in front of it, little tables and chairs and display counters. Your curiosity got the best of you, leading you away from your deadline and appointment and out onto the weathered asphalt, looking for answers. They came in the form of a boy who looked no older than 19, carrying a tray. He wasn’t human, and it was made painfully obvious due to his blue complexion. He turned around to see you, leaning against the truck and raising an eyebrow, which caused him to trip over thin air and smack his head against the window of the shop. Silently cursing himself for acting like such a fool in front of you, he waved goodbye, “Excuse me, madam, I’m a bit busy.” You chuckled and saluted him, sauntering back to your tattoo parlor, happy to have encountered your new neighbor. That was the first time you saw the blue boy.


The first time you talked to the blue boy, it was only a week after the first incident. Business slowly but surely accelerated at the shop the mutant boy owned, which happened to be a flower shop. You had grown accustomed to watching him open in the mornings, smiling widely with his fangs peeking out of his mouth. It made you feel more at home. This morning, however, he hadn’t opened at his usual time, and instead paced inside his shop, appearing to be mulling something over. After a few minutes, he opened his door with soft ring and made his way across the road to your parlor, a bouquet in hand. It was composed of crisp white mayflowers and bright red amaryllises. When you opened your door with a confused expression, his face grew purple as he shoved the flowers in your direction. “M-my name is Ka-Kurt Wug-Wagner. Kurt Wagner,” he introduced, stuttering and eyes set intently on you as you brought the flowers to your face and sniffed them, smiling, “Thank you, Kurt Wagner.”

 “Sorry, I should go.” he mumbled, disappearing in a dark, wispy smoke. You smirked at the sight of him slapping his forehead in frustration behind what he had forgotten were glass walls surrounding his shop. After placing the flowers in water, your assistant appeared behind you, his wings fluttering in a constant motion, “Who was that?”

“That was Kurt Wagner. He brought me flowers.” you smiled, gazing quite obviously at the boy with the indigo skin. You weren’t sure how deeply he had affected you yet, but you knew he had, and there was no escaping it.


The first time you touched the blue boy was when he was closing up his shop, late at night. You had just finished your last appointment, tugging your coat onto your back as you waved Warren a good night. You spotted him against the gray midnight shops, walking down the sidewalk. Running up behind him, you whispered into the chilly air, “Kurt.” No response, “Kurt!” He shifted and looking behind him, finding you, smiling and beckoning him to you. Shyly, he stepped forward. “I didn’t exactly get to talk to you the last time we met.”

“Oh, sorry, it’s mein fault.” he quickly apologized as you pursed your lips and stopped him from further cursing himself.

“Hey, it’s no problem,” you grinned as a silence seemed to stretch between you. You broke the quiet with a question, “Where’d you get them? They’re pretty.” You gestured to his markings, which you took to be inked. 

“I, uh,” his yellow eyes fell darker as he hung his head and replied, “I put them there.”

“Oh, crap, oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, slapping yourself internally as you recognized them in the moon’s light. You couldn’t help but wonder why such a beautiful creature had decided to do that to themselves, but you continued nonetheless, “I still think you’re very attractive though, even without tattoos.”

At this comment, he was taken off guard, expecting you to either avoid the subject of his self-harm or to ridicule his appearance. The moonlight hid the purple tinge of his cheeks from your eyes, but it didn’t hide his obvious smile. “Thank you, but I am not anything compared to you.” he muttered, just loud enough for you to register.

You frowned, “You are just like me, I think. I don’t know you that well, but I know you love flowers and you’re a bit clumsy and you are insanely sweet and you feel like you’re strange probably because of how you look, but I’d swear it to anyone, we’re just the same.” You took one of his hands, intertwining your five fingers with his three. The air seemed to shift in that moment, flooding with tension. He had never been touched in such a loving and affectionate way, and you had never saw someone look at you like he did, like a goddess. He pulled away frantically at that moment, tripping backwards over a fire hydrant as you crouched beside him and rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain as you giggled. 

“Ugh, fraulein, my apologies, I wasn’t so clumsy until I met you.”

“Well I never liked flowers so much until I got them from you.” you mumbled, stroking his hair. You carefully leaned forward, towards Kurt, who was now caught up in the curve of your lips. Just as your pink ones ghosted over his blue ones, you moved them to his ear, “Until tomorrow, Kurt Wagner.”

You stood up briskly, walking back into the dark night as he sat up, “I don’t even know your name!”

“You will!” you shouted back to him, turning back to the path towards your car and whispering quietly to yourself, grinning like an idiot, “You will.”

evilheroes  asked:

Hey! It's me again and it's all your fault because both of you keep recing the best sterek fics out there and you order them from smaller to larger and i don't even know what else... Anyway my point is that you are the reason(s) that i constantly blow off school work! But i love it!! Can you rec any new hacker stiles or derek please? Thanks angsty and fluffy!!!

We meet again, evilheroes (I feel like there should be some sort of theme music for when we answer one of your asks…teeheehee…am I a dork or am I a dork?)! Here’s what I could find for you (a couple are more like computer geeks, but as secret agents, so I figured they would be ok):

Hacker!Stiles

Tag Team Duo by justbewhelmed

(4,427 Teen Complete Secret Agents)

fic prompt by mahomine: Sterek, FBI field agent!Derek and Stiles as some kind of technology master (cause nerd Stiles and athletic Derek being attracted to him is such a kink).

P.S. Derek is pining. It’s wonderful.

The Hale Fire Job by moeblobmegane

(currently 12,232 Teen WIP Leverage AU)

“IF I agree to help, what am I supposed to do? You’ve got a military-grade hitter, a brilliant ghost thief, and one of the best grifters in the world. I’m just a jobless ex-insurance investigator. I’m not a criminal, Stiles.” 
“We can’t do this without you, Scott.“ 
"Why?" 
"Because you’re the good guy.”

Or in which Stiles asks for Scott to lead a group of high-tech thieves in their plan to bring down Kate Argent (for revenge, mostly).

You Left Your Window Open and I Crawled Inside by Madalynn_Bohemia

(14,057 Explicit Complete Voyeurism I Warning: Dubcon)

In which Derek and Stiles are neighbors, and Stiles somehow gets the fantastic idea to hack Derek’s computer to allow him an all access pass to spy through his webcam. It’s not like he’ll see something he shouldn’t, right?

Shaken and Stirred Series by secondstar

(total of 15,350 Mature-Explicit WIP, but probably complete Secret Agents, also smut is a thing that happens)

Stiles is the voice in his ear and the man in the glasses behind the computer screen. At the end of the day, he’s the only one Agent Eta trusts.

BORN VILLAIN Series by whokilledcodyosmond

(total of 130,517 Mature-Explicit WIP Criminal! and Dark!Derek Warning: Abuse, Noncon, Panic Attacks)

Stiles is a troubled young hacker at odds with his father, the Chief of Police in Beacon City. After a chance meeting with a handsome but dangerous man, he learns it isn’t always obvious who the bad guys are.

Hacker!Derek

Derek Hale: Agent of SHIELD by divenire

(currently 8,980 Teen WIP Agents of SHIELD AU)

This is the story of how Derek Hale unintentionally becomes an agent of SHIELD.

Espionage Would Be Wasted On You by reptilianraven

(9,275 Teen Complete)

“Can this actually wait until after the job?” Derek said with as much ferocity as he can, which apparently wasn’t much because Stiles’ laughter rang through his earpiece. “The mark’s getting out of the elevator, you better be ready.”

“First off, learn how to multitask.” Stiles told him. “Second, I need two more minutes. Hold him back.”

“Can’t. He’s already in the hallway. Learn how to multitask.” Derek smiled to himself when Stiles cursed.

Of course, the explosion went off at exactly the right time. Derek never thought explosions could sound smug until that very moment.

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The one where Derek is the tech guy and Stiles just likes to blow things up a lot. Together they fight crime or whatever.

Enjoy! Hope that helped. 

Angsty

*Plays Pink Panther Theme while tripping over feet spectacularly*

Also: How nice can you get, evilheroes? You’re making us look bad. ;)

Also also: Fluffy approves (in spirit, she’s actually with her family right now, ew who does that anymore) of your procrastination. Angsty worries like the mother she is (though she is secretly pleased). 

This is for Emma @pale-silver-comb. I’m sorry you haven’t been feeling well /snuggles/ I hope you feel better soon and that this cheers you up a little! This is based off that message you sent me when I asked you a plot question about my Harvest fic and you responded with the cutest possible scene ever! I couldn’t fit it into the story, sadly, but I wrote it anyway because it was too adorable and now seems like the perfect time to post it <3 

He’s never told anyone about his irrational fear of horror movies and he doesn’t want to either because what twenty-four year old (and an Alpha to boot) is afraid of a few fake screams, people in plastic masks and blood that is probably ketchup or paint?

But Stiles loves Halloween, pretty unsurprising, and wants to have a pack movie night where they order pizza and watch scary movies. He petitions for his cause for four pack meetings straight (even Jackson joins in by the fourth meeting) and so Derek has to eventually give in and declare the night before Halloween a movie night. Even though he’s not looking forward to it, the ecstatic whoop that Stiles lets out at the news brings a smile to his face.

As the day approaches, he figures he can go into the kitchen, pretending to get cutlery or plates or whatever, for the more scary parts. And considering how the rest of the pack is so excited about it, they’re bound to watch the movie avidly enough for Derek to maybe look away without being noticed and called out on it. Right? Right.

But then people start bailing out. Lydia, Allison and Erica get a spot at the manicurist (who has been booked for six months straight: Derek only knows this because Lydia is always complaining about how she just has to have her nails done professionally at least once before prom) for the same night as the movie, Boyd gets detention for swearing at a kid who was being mean to Erica, and Isaac is enlisted by Melissa to help her clean her attic because Scott is looking after the clinic fulltime since Deaton decides to go on vacation.

“Maybe we should cancel the plan, then,” Derek says, biting his lower lip; because it’s down to just Stiles and him and he’s not very – sure of that.

“YOU CAN’T CANCEL HALLOWEEN MOVIE NIGHT,” Stiles cries out, looking absolutely shocked. “So what if people aren’t coming? I’ve been waiting for this movie since August and I’m not cancelling.” Derek opens his mouth to point out that since it’s his loft they were all going to use, isn’t he the one who can cancel it if he so wishes? But Stiles looks so indignant that he closes his mouth again.

Well. He’ll just have to close his eyes or take really long bathroom breaks or something.

*

“I ordered three pizzas because I know you can polish off two all on your own,” Stiles mutters as he sets down the phone and looks around to see if he’s forgotten anything. “We have popcorn, the movie, blankets, umm, am I missing anything?” he looks up at Derek as if expecting an answer. Derek shrugs.

“I don’t think so,” he says, settling down on the couch next to Stiles. “You got me pizzas –“

“Without pepperoni,” Stiles interrupts, “Yeah. Yeah, I did, don’t worry, sourwolf.”

Derek gives him a weak grin as he pops in the DVD and starts the movie. I can do this, he thinks decisively. How scary can a movie about a family living in a shady looking neighborhood be? They have a cute dog and everything and the mom likes to sew clothes when her husband is at the office and the kids are at school. Derek relaxes just a tiny bit as Stiles pauses the movie to go pay the pizza delivery guy. He gets up to go get them plates but Stiles has already started on a slice when he gets back.

He shoves the plate under Stiles’ nose and frowns at the crumbs he’s dropping on the carpet. Stiles rolls his eyes but accepts the plate and starts the movie again. Derek slowly chews on his own slice of pizza and feels Stiles hips brush against his thigh, distracting him for a second or two.

“Ooooh,” Stiles whispers as there’s a sudden, unexplained crash on the screen and the mother screams. Derek jumps and is eternally glad that Stiles doesn’t notice.  His heart starts beating faster and he puts his half-eaten slice of pizza on his plate and places it on the table.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” Stiles says, his eyes wide and his hand reaching out to clutch at Derek’s knee. The mother is now hiding beneath the bed, breathing hard. Derek is frozen in place, his heart so loud that he fears that maybe even Stiles can hear it. But Stiles is too engrossed in the movie, his mouth hanging open and his pizza forgotten. The hand on Derek’s knee feels warm even through the thick fabric of his jeans.

“AHHH,” the woman on the screen screams as she’s dragged out from under her bed by an invisible force and thrown around the room.

Derek can’t take it anymore.

He buries his face in Stiles’ lap.

He realizes too late that it’s Stiles and not Laura who used to let him do this every time the Hale siblings watched horror movies. But just as he’s about to raise his head again and apologize, he feels Stiles’ fingers card through his hair soothingly and the movie pause.

“Aw, its okay, Der,” Stiles’ voice comes, gentle and low. His other hand curves over Derek’s shoulders, holding him. Derek swallows as feels his face burn red but Stiles sounds okay with it and the feeling of his fingers through his hair is so heavenly that he makes a small sound and keeps his head buried in Stiles’ lap.

The movie starts again and the woman is still screaming but at least Derek can’t see her now. Stiles is still playing with Derek’s hair – twirling his fingers through it in undecipherable patterns and scratching lightly at his scalp with blunt fingernails. Derek feels his heart slow down but expand gradually until it feels too big for his chest.

“And now she’s dead, I think,” Stiles tells him, ruffling his hair and smoothing a fingertip over the shell of his ear. “Wait no, she’s not dead yet,” Stiles sounds like he’s frowning. “Okay, now she is. Yep, totally, completely dead.”

Derek smiles at Stiles’ commentary. “And now her husband is walking in, oh no, and he has the kids with him, oh dude.” There’s a brief screaming before an absolute silence and Derek perks his ears, feeling curious.

“Ok, they’re all dead. Hm, that was too fast, I think. Now what though? All the main people are dead,” Stiles mutters, his fingers pausing in Derek’s hair.

“I love you.”

It comes out of nowhere and Derek surprises even himself. Stiles’ fingers freeze and the hand on Derek’s shoulder slips slightly in shock. Derek raises his head, blushing and pushing his glasses up his nose, feeling awkward.

“I mean, um, I love that you’re doing this um, commentary thing,” he says quickly, rubbing at his nose like he usually did when he was embarrassed. “Because, it’s really, um, helpful and um,” he stops, realizing that he’s babbling and that Stiles hasn’t really said anything yet.

“You love me?” Stiles finally asks, sounding amazed.

“No!” Derek says quickly. Stiles face falls. “I mean, yes! I mean, like, as friends, you know,” he mumbles. “Like Scott or um, Lydia, or something. Not love-love.”

Stiles furrows his eyebrows suspiciously.

“Then why are you so red?”

“I, uh,” Derek doesn’t have an answer to that so he nervously pushes his glasses up his nose again.

“You’re blushing, Derek,” Stiles states, looking smug. “I think you love-love me.”

Derek doesn’t say anything because just after he blurted it out, he realized that he did actually love Stiles. He had fallen in love with the sarcastic, mole-dotted human who wielded a bat during fights and thought that would be enough to stop him from dying at the hands of the monster of the week.

“I, um, okay, maybe,” Derek mumbles, not meeting Stiles’ eyes.

“You do love-love me!” Stiles crows, throwing both arms around Derek’s neck and pressing his lips to Derek’s before Derek even knew what was happening. Stiles’ mouth on his is energetic and constantly moving but it feels good – that dry brush of lips as Stiles’ fingers tangle themselves in his hair again. Derek smiles against Stiles’ mouth and darts out his tongue experimentally, sliding his own hands up Stiles’ back.

Stiles moves forward enthusiastically, licking and biting playfully at Derek’s bottom lip. “I kinda love you too, sourwolf,” he murmurs when they pull back and rest their foreheads against each other. Derek’s heart is beating fast again and it’s not because of the movie this time. He grins as he looks into Stiles’ eyes. He doesn’t know why or how he fell in love with him but he has all the time in the world to figure that out because all that matters at the moment is them, fingers entwined, under the blankets, sitting on Derek’s couch with Derek in Stiles’ arms.

Because, this? This is perfect.

We’ll Be Ok

Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Reader and Stiles kidnapped

“Stiles!” you called and skipped into the Stilinski house, smiling and waving at John as he headed out to work.

“And how is my lovely best friend this morning?” Stiles asked as he pushed his desk chair across his room span, catching you on his lap, before pushing back.

“I’m pretty awesome.” You hummed and Stiles chuckled as you pulled your laptop out of your bag and set it up next to his.

“Is that a declaration or are you just aware of that?” He asked and you looked you him before shrugging and tapping the end of his nose. 

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i-move-the-stars-for-no-one  asked:

JFC, yes! The dark side is indeed very, very dark. It's just full of people saying how much they hate Daryl and how the "real Daryl" AKA season 2/3 Daryl needs to come back so that he's good enough for C@rol and strong enough to support her emotionally and I'm like???? If you have to have a character regress 2 seasons back to make your ship happen, something isn't working. Or how they will be willing to "forgive" him for 4B if he kisses C@rol's ass when she returns & then I laugh (but also cry)

I’m respectful of everyone’s opinions as long as they are respecting me and mine. That doesn’t mean I have to agree with them, and I don’t. I don’t like to generalize either. There are some of them who need a reality check. It’s one thing to be ignorant but if you’re a dumbass and also a hypocrite, that’s where I draw the line. God knows if those scenes were with Carol instead of Beth, they would be shouting canon from the rooftops and throwing a party in the tag. Would they consider them romantic scenes then? You bet your sweet ass they would. The level of hypocrisy, denial, and outright idiocy slays me ok. IT SLAYS ME. I also will not tolerate anyone bashing the actors who play the characters. Pro-tip: they’re just doing their job. If you hate them for doing what they’re paid to do then I am sorry, but you are a Grade A jackass. Blame the writers. Blame Gimple. Don’t blame them.

The “real Daryl” is horseshit. Daryl is Daryl and always has been Daryl. He’s evolving, like they all are. Is Carol still the same person she was in Season 1 and 2? No. But you don’t see anyone demanding to see the “real Carol” again. It’s life. Everyone changes, evolves, and adapts. On that show, they especially change and adapt because they have to. They’re still the same people they’ve always been, just growing. It really pisses me off that some people say Daryl doesn’t even deserve Carol anymore. Well what the fuck? Why the hell do you want her with him then ya moron? If anything, Carol doesn’t deserve Daryl and never has. Not everything has to be about Carol. When Daryl is not on the screen, I do not cry and bitch and moan about how Daryl is not on the screen. I like to see Rick too because Rick is also awesome. Some of them need to take a step back, take a deep breath, and remember that someday, somewhere in the future, Carol will be gone. Oh no. What an injustice. My heart bleeds for you. SUCK IT UP, PRINCESS.

Daryl does not have to kiss Carol’s ass. Nobody does. They are all equals. I don’t really care if she has Judith or not. Carol owes her life to both Daryl and Rick, on MORE than one occasion. Now is not the time to be keeping score on who owes who what. Daryl doesn’t need to be forgiven because he hasn’t done anything wrong. If being happy for a few weeks is wrong, then i’m afraid I didn’t get the memo. If falling in love is wrong, then go ahead and just shoot me now. No. Fuck that bullshit. Daryl is my character and I will defend him with a fiery passion.

What they are having a hard time understanding, from what I can tell, is that TWD has a new showrunner as of Season 4. They cry and cry about the “buildup” of Carol and Daryl getting tossed aside. Well, hmm, let’s see. Seasons 2 and 3, when this so-called buildup occurred, were ran by Glenn Mazzara. Who is no longer the man in charge. Maybe he wanted to get them together but you know what? He’s not here anymore. Scott Gimple is the man now and he has a different vision and as we all know, they are allowed to completely change the direction of the show under their control. Which he has. Basically, Gimple ships bethyl. Cry about it. We all want things but we don’t always get our way. That’s just life. If you’re going to sit there and pitch fits like little babies because your ship isn’t happening then you should really reassess your immature teenybopper argument. If you’re really going to write angry letters and boycott a whole network over one coupling your little heart desires then you have bigger problems than just your ship sinking.

I’m venting, i’m sorry. I keep having to read trash talk about Daryl and Beth and Norman and Emily and i’m sick of it. I should be nicer so i’ll just emphasize that i’m only referring to certain people on the dark side and not all of them. Some are cool. Also let it be known that I don’t mind Carol and I absolutely adore Melissa. See what I just did there? How hard is it? Going to hide now because I feel ashamed that I just lost my cool and this is highly frowned upon behavior. *slowly backs away*

Season 4: Finale Meta and What's to come

Well holy freaking crap crap crap, there was a lot that was going on this episode.  And I think the finale was freaking super-sized and packed full of goodies and I wasn’t let down.  I am happy with where things went and I think there will only be more good things to go.  I know some don’t agree but I more than ever stay in the good hopes and graces of what has yet to come and I continue to have faith in the show.  This meta will talk about things noticed within the finale and things that might possibly be coming as a result of this episode and as a result of the things that we know have yet to be explained.

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Snowbats Have Returned

All these annoying ignorant ass Snowbarry fans in the WestAllen tag trying to blame black people for racism and pretending like that mean Candice Patton blog was a joke…

What’s next? Your gonna blame black people for slavery, Jim Crow laws,oppression, police brutality? @snowbarryalways

“So… Why? I have not gone into the Iris West or Westallen tag…” 

“yet I receive hate… Called racist..”

 @snowbarryalways, You’re probably called a racist b/c you act like one. Your disgusting post blaming black people for racism clearly did not help your cause to prove that you aren’t a racist. 

“Calling Danielle Panabaker ugly(which she’s not) is fine. But if someone calls Candice Patton ugly(which she’s not), it’s racist. Which, in itself is racist.”

No one is calling Danielle ugly, or at least not that I’m aware of; and even if they did it wouldn’t be racist. I know that’s a hard concept to get your ignorant little mind around. And no one said calling Candice ugly is racist. We said that people calling her a monkey and the n-word and making disgusting comments about her as well as comparing her to the original depiction of Iris West and saying that she’s ugly and Danielle should have been Iris b/c she looks like her is racist. Now THAT is racist, b/c they are saying b/c she’s not white, she is ugly and therefore a white person who looks similar to comic Iris (Danielle) is prettier. Also, we never said a black person/POC couldn’t be ugly or boring.

Shipping something is not supposed to be from ridicule. Have you never been in a fandom before or what?… If you ship a couple and one of the people in that ship raped the other (yes people actually ship things like that), then everyone has every right to ridicule it. Not saying that snowbarry is one of those ships, but the fact that it was created from racism already made it problematic from the start.

But if we are going to beat racism then you have to stop crying racism.” 

Are you fucking serious?!… How about you tell your little snowbat friends (you know the ones that came up with that thebestestwest account and other racist accounts that are still out there) to stop being racist. Don’t step up to me on your white privilege high horse and tell stop crying racism when your fandom is LACED with RACISM. How about you put yourself to good use and control the racists within your fandom and maybe then we will finally stop doing you guy’s work for you by calling them out.

You said it yourself, “I am a fifteen year old white girl.” Yeah that doesn’t mean you’re racist, but you know what does seem to indicate that you are a racist or that you are ignorant?… THIS! “Racism against black people wont end because black people won’t let it” The fact that you could blame black people or people of color for THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS of YEARS of racism truly shows that you’re either racist or ignorant and that you truly have never felt racism in your whole damn entire existence. Just b/c your fifteen doesn’t excuse you for your ignorance. I am not gonna let you off the hook for your blatant racist rant just b/c of your age; you should know better! Ps, the person who said that statement to you was probably your KKK president or some white supremacist in your family.

“You might say, hey, it’s the white people who won’t let it go. But it’s not. Sure there are morons all over the world who might be racist, but that doesn’t mean you stoop to their level. To be empowered, is to be smarter than those who try to tear you down.” 

Spoken like a true racist white privileged girl. First you say that we say white people are the ones who won’t let it go, then you admit that there are still racists in the world?… You don’t want to blame white people for shit, but you want to blame black people and POC… So its our fault that you guys kill us like dogs in the streets and get off scott free? It’s our fault that there has been massive amounts of genocide? It’s our fault for everything bad that has ever happened to us?… Instead of allowing white people to take the blame for the racist amount of shit they have done to us and continue to do, you want to blame the victims?… What a way to make yourself not look racist. “stoop to their level…”??? Because we choose to call you guys out when you’re being racist, it means were stooping to you racist snowbat’s level?! So when those who fought for civil rights called out the racists and went against the Jim Crow laws, that was stooping down to the racists and white supremacists level? Ok… And that last line… oh man! Why don’t you take your own damn advice. You come in the westallen tag with your racist rant and tell us to shut up about the racists within your fandom and to stop calling them out and then want to turn around and say try to be smarter than those who try to tear you down?… Ha, the irony of that sentence. You’re in our tag deliberately trying to tear us down by blaming black people and people of color for racism. GTFOH

Oh b/c you have black friends that you tell lies to it means that you guys aren’t racist? I honestly doubt that you have any black friends what so ever with the fact that you blame them for racism against themselves. And you do know you’re basically using the phrase “I have black friends so I’m not racist… But…” Just b/c we call you out on your racism doesn’t mean that we “use it so easily.” Racism is racism and when i or anyone else who knows what racism is or even the definition of racism, cause it seems to me that you don’t know the definition at all, sees it, we WILL call it out!

Nice try snowbarryalways… or should i say @thebestestwest, but try again next time.

Now run along little girl. Aren’t you late for daycare?… Oh and if you say that you never said any of this just remember…