Now, a person might (mostly likely accurately) say that this is a simple mistake by the animators and they flipped the image or forgot how they drew his room before or something. Or - OR! sometime between S1E2 and S2E4 Keith switched rooms. S2E4 also established that Keith and Lance’s rooms are right next to each other.
Now, I’m not saying that Keith changed rooms to be next to Lance…
…But maybe Keith changed rooms to be next to Lance. ;)
Thought I should do a few of these since I keep staying up at night thinking about them. (ㅇㅅㅇ❀)
-Lance is sick. He doesn’t want to admit he’s coming down with anything. Lance and Keith get into another argument. Lance, in his sick state of mind, pushes a little too far. Keith challenges him to a match and before anyone can intervene, Lance is harshly thrown to the floor for the training deck. Keith is in the middle of claiming his victory when he notices Lance is /still/ on the floor. Queue panic.
-Lance gets corned by the galra. When he tries to signal for help, the galra shoot at the side of his helmet, effectively damaging Lance’s coms and inflicting injury. Through the pain, Lance still tries to get a signal through and hears his team, “Lanc- where are y- St-p fooli- around!” “W- need your he-p!” “He pro-ably -id some-ing stu-id agai-” Lance lays on the ground, watching as the galra descend upon him, and listening to the breaks in static as his team fights on. Without him.
-(modern college au) Its finals week. Lance has been pushing himself nonstop. He finally breaks down after returning home from a full day of exams. Keith and Hunk are Lance’s roommates and they now have to take care of a delirious Lance who thinks he failed and just wants his momma’s hugs.
-Lance gets a concussion on a mission. Thinking its his own fault for getting distracted, he doesn’t tell the team. Lance reasons with himself, /“its fine, its just a small headache anyway.”/ For the most part, everything goes fine. Lance wasn’t the only one to get hurt so he brushes off the pain in his head. /“Just a little longer. If I cant handle this then I shouldn’t be in this war.”/ Its not until the team is leaving that Lance’s condition escalates dramatically, resulting in shouts of concern from the team as Lance fights to stay awake inside Blue’s cockpit. The last thing he hears before passing out, “stay with me, buddy. Lance? Lance!”
-We all know Lance is homesick. But what happens when Pidge figures out how to make an accurate calendar of earth? Lance realizes just how much he’s missed. And even then, its only the tip of the iceberg. Lance’s little sister? Her birthday passed a week ago. His parents? Their anniversary was about a month ago. He missed his little brother’s first day of school. The team doesn’t notice Lance leaving the room. They dont see the tears falling from his wide eyes. They dont hear his door shut or his muffled sobs as he slides to the floor. Because Lance didn’t know it would hurt this bad. To realize you’ve been in space for almost a year. To realize that, next week, your family would be facing the first year anniversary of your disappearance.
-The team really needs a break. Although Allura would love to protest, even she has to know her limits. They stop on a planet that is known to be peaceful. There, they find the equivalent of a beach resort. Lance is ecstatic! He gets to see an ocean again, one that so closely resembles the one at home! Needless to say, he drags everyone into a beach party, one that everyone loves! As everyone is about ready to head back inside, Lance is still floating in the water. He watches as the team packs up their things and starts to swim his way back to shore. And then he notices. He’s not getting any closer to the shore. Lance begins to panic, calling out to the others. They dont hear him. He’s dragged farther and farther out, screaming for help, and disappears under the surface. /“why didnt they help me?”/ The team doesn’t notice until its too late. Or is it?
can you imagine if we ever got to see our ladies training together?? picture it.
- a steady green glow emanating from the walls to put kara at a level playing field with the others.
-alex and sara sparring, both in sports bras and dripping with sweat because neither of them is willing to bow out.
-maggie cheering alex on and telling her to kick sara’s ass.
-sara showing alex some new moves because yeah alex is a total badass, but sara is still a literal assassin.
-and oh jesus. can you imagine the salmon ladder?? alex doing the salmon ladder?!and poor maggie. just drowning in a puddle of her own drool while she watches.
-and then lena walks in because she was helping winn with some science thing and wanted to say hey to kara before she left.
-so she walks in the training room only to be slapped in the face with kara’s shoulders and back muscles flexing while she jumps up the salmon ladder.
-lena literally can’t even form words until she hears maggie walk by and snicker, “breathe, luthor.”
-and kara must’ve heard her come in cuz she jumps down and runs over still panting from the exertion and doesn’t seem to notice the red in lena’s face.
-so she acts cool and says “hi” and “bye” and is almost out the door when she remembers kara can hear her heartbeat and that she wasn’t actually fooling anyone.
-kara blushing as she goes back to training because she knows how hot lena is for her.
-sara coming over like, “so you tap that yet, supergirl?” and kara bumbling like an idiot because how did she know that’s literally all she ever thinks about??
-okay and maggie and alex at the shooting range? competing against each other and alex is furious because, unlike pool, maggie is a total dead shot and keeps. beating. her.
-maggie coming up behind alex all like, “here let me help” and adjusts alex’s arms but when she moves her hands to her waist alex completely loses her focus and misses the target so they just makeout instead.
-sara attempting to show kara how to throw knives but kara would rather just watch her do it so she starts showing off.
-someone having to resuscitate me because i would die.
OK, I WILL SCREECH, IM TRYING TO DO RATHER IMPORTANT ASSESSMENT BUT MY HEADS FULL OF BLOODY IDEAS. HERE HAVE ONE: WHAT IF ANXIETY CAN ACTUALLY MANIPULATE BREATHING? (I have a problem with making unnecessary torture fics) Seriously though picture him trying to instruct roman to breathe IMPROPERLY... while like leering over him and looking all dark and evil. (Sorry I know this is weird)
NOT WHERE I EXPECTED THAT TO GO BUT I’LL SCREECH ALONG ANYWAY.
THAT IS DARK AND AWESOME, SOMEONE SHOULD TOTALLY WRITE AN ANGSTY FIC PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
THERE’S SO MUCH MATERIAL THAT COULD BE DONE IF THIS WAS TRUE. SO MANY IDEAS.
I hope you'll take pity on me in my pathetic state. I have my period and I'm in so much pain! Could you please write a little fluffy something where Mulder takes care of a hurt/grouchy Scully with her period? Extra points if it's whilst they are still platonic? 🤞🏼❤️
Oh anon! So sorry to hear this. I really hope you feel better soon. I hope I made this fluffy enough. Also read Prufrocks Love’s Cycles. It’s brilliant. This little thing here is set in season 1.
Scully has been quiet all
day. It’s not like she’s known for incessant chatter, no, but she usually
indulges in a little intellectual chit chat while they’re on a case. Or while having
lunch together, like they are right now. Mulder watches her as she pokes around
in her food listlessly. She has barely eaten. He can’t blame her, really. Her
salad looks almost as sad as she does. What he doesn’t understand though is
why. He’s been hoping for a hint, anything, but Scully keeps silent, suffers
all alone. Mulder, however, can’t keep his mouth shut.
“Are you coming down
with something, Scully?” She lifts her head, stares at him. She looks
dazed, tired. He hopes she doesn’t have the flu. They haven’t known each other
that long, just about a year, but she’s never been sick.
“No. I’m fine,
Mulder.” He nods, chewing on his chicken, wondering if he should offer
some of it to her.
“Do you want some of
my chicken?” Mulder puts a piece on a fork, holds it out towards her.
Scully glances at it, her expression changing into one of disgust.
“Please get that away
chicken”, Mulder tells her; he knows she loves chicken. He’s seen her wolf
it down before. “Come on, try it.”
“Mulder, I really
don’t want any chicken. Excuse me.” Her words sound strangled as she
pushes her chair away, almost toppling over, running to the bathroom.
Something is definitely
off, he decides, as he finishes his chicken alone.
Scully refuses to talk to
him in the car. He tries a few topics, gets some monosyllabic answers, another
I’m fine, Mulder and finally a please concentrate on the road, Mulder. So he
shuts up. In his mind, though, the wheels are turning. Did she break up with a
boyfriend? He looks over at her quickly. Her hands are on her stomach, resting
there. Does she even have a boyfriend? No, she’s never mentioned one. His eyes
are drawn to her hands again. They way she’s pressing them to her stomach looks
peculiar. Could she be…
pregnant?” He blurts out, startles Scully and himself in the
“What on earth gave
you that idea?” She screeches. He shrugs, keeps his eyes on the road.
“You’ve been quiet
today,” he starts, trails off when she huffs, “You didn’t eat at the
diner. When I offered you some chicken, you looked positively green.”
“Maybe I just wasn’t
hungry. I’m tired, Mulder. Not that it’s any of your business but no, I am not
pregnant.” There is something in the way she says this that makes him
wonder. The wheels turn, turn and finally it clicks.
“Oh!” He says,
blushing slightly. “Oh. I get it.”
"Do you need anything?
Painkillers or… something?” He’s read somewhere that an orgasm is a
great way to relieve menstrual pain. Mulder is not sure she wants to hear that
right now. He is pretty sure, she is a medical doctor after all, that she knows
anyway. Scully, he’s come to find, knows just about everything.
Mulder.” It sounds more like shut up and leave me alone, Mulder, and so he
does. For now.
He watches her like a hawk
the rest of the day. When the town’s sheriff proposes Scully do an autopsy at 8
pm, Mulder puts his foot down. He ushers Scully out, who is protesting, albeit
weakly, and promises they’ll be back in the morning. The sheriff is at a loss
for words, simply nods and accepts.
“What was that,
Mulder? Are you out of your mind?” Scully spews at him once they’re
“It’s late, Scully.
You can do the autopsy in the morning.”
“Since when do you get
to decide how and when I do my job?”
“Scully, you’re tired,
you’re…” She’s staring at him, waiting for an explanation that he
doesn’t have, and he knows she’ll go off if he says the wrong thing now. Though
he is not sure there is a right thing.
“I’m angry is what I
am!” She throws her hands up, looks comically for a moment, but Mulder is
too scared to laugh or even smile. He watches her wander off, her heels
scraping over the gravel angrily. He follows her once he feels it’s safe.
They have adjoining rooms -
usually an invitation for Mulder to come over to hers if it’s not too late.
Tonight the door is closed though. He listens to her every movement, doesn’t
even turn on the TV. He’s been working with her for a year. Shouldn’t this have
happened before? He doesn’t recall her ever behaving like this. Mulder gets up,
stops at the door. Knocking feels strange, stupid. He does it anyway. At first
he thinks Scully is ignoring him, or maybe she is asleep already. Finally, she
opens the door. Her face is clean, devoid of make-up. He wants to tell her how
much he loves her freckles, but her expression stops him. Her eyes are
red-rimmed, her face flushed.
“Did you cry?”
She rolls her eyes; he really needs a filter, think about what he is saying
before he says it.
“No, Mulder. I’m
just… what do you want?”
“I uhm, wanted to
check up on you."
"I told you I was
fine. Women go through this every month, Mulder. It’s no big deal.”
“Of course, Scully.
I’m gonna… leave you alone. Good night.”
“Good night.” She
closes the door, softly. Mulder knows he should give up, leave her alone in her
misery. But then he has an idea. A brilliant one.
The next time he knocks, he
"I come bearing gifts,
Scully.” He is holding up his small bag for inspection. With a sigh,
Scully steps aside, letting him in.
“What did you
bring?” Her voice is tired, but curious.
“Oreos, Twinkies and
Twizzlers. That’s all they had. Oh, and Hershey’s Kisses.” Her face
lightens up at the mention of chocolate. “You want some kisses?” He
grins, feeling proud of himself. Scully snatches the Hershey’s Kisses and the
Oreos from him. She sits on the bed, digs in hungrily. He watches her, happy to
see he’s done something right today.
“I uhm, also… I
brought Aleve. The woman at the pharmacy said it works best. I got some
ibuprofen just in case though.” He offers them to her.
voice sounds teary and Mulder hopes he hasn’t made her cry. He doesn’t have
anything for that. “Thank you.” She finally finishes, smiling up at
“You could have said
something, you know.”
“What do you
“I don’t want you to
be in pain. You could have told me at the diner. You could have told me all the
“It usually… isn’t
this bad.” She admits, putting another Oreo into her mouth.
“Next time it is,
please tell me.” Scully nods without looking at him. Mulder gently taps
her chin, puts two fingers under it, lifts her head. Her eyes are swimming with
angry tears; she doesn’t want him to see her like this. Tough luck, Scully, he
thinks, we’re partners. Even in this.
“I will. I promise,
you.” He steals an Oreo and grins at her, his teeth decorated in brown
cookie crumbs, making Scully laugh. “That’s what I like to
She giggles, offering him
another Oreo. He eats it right out of her hand, his lips brushing her fingers.
"Want me to stay with
you tonight?” He asks, chewing slowly.
“Mulder, the menstrual
cycle is not known to cause nightmares or night terrors. There is no reason for
you to stay here.”
“I could be your
heating pad, though.” Just to give her an idea, he puts his large hand on
her stomach. She sighs, deeply, before she puts her own, tiny hand over his. It
feels nice, warm. He wants to do this for her, it occurs to him. All the time.
The moment ends; she takes his hand, takes it off her stomach.
next month.” She pushes a Hershey’s Kiss against his lips, a small thank
you, then into his hand. He gets it: leave me alone now, Mulder. But he’s going
to remember it now. Back in his own room, he jots down a small x into his
diary. Next month he’ll be prepared. And maybe, just, maybe, one day he’ll
really get to be her heating pad.
someone should write this because I can’t get over how hilarious this would be. i basically just wrote the whole thing in bullet-point format, but if anyone with actual storytelling abilities wants to tackle this, i’d love you forever
okay so bitty’s senior year, the only friends left on smh that he hangs out with regularly are chowder, nursey and dex
chowder is obviously his favorite because bitty took chowder under his wing and now they’re best buds, but chowder has caitlin, so it’s not like he’s there to hang 24/7
he and nursey are friends, but they don’t really hang out by themselves a whole lot
we know that dex likes helping bitty cook and bake from tweets, sketches, and extras (remember hausgiving?)
so during bitty’s senior year, dex spends a lot of time in the kitchen helping him bake and hanging out with him
maybe also to talk about his crush on how much he can’t stand nursey
anyways, bitty is out of the closet so the newest frogs are probably aware that he’s gay, and also aware of samwell’s reputation (1 in 4 or maybe more)
they come by the haus a lot and see dex helping bitty bake, and bitty constantly calling dex “honey” or “sweetheart” (because that’s just how bitty is as a person)
Better Man, (Angst) “He wished Roman was a better man. He wished life was fair.But wishes were for dreamers and it was time to stop dreaming. It was time to finally stay awake and alert for once. Or at least, time to try to.” Based off of Little Big Town’s Better Man. TW Abuse.(This is not really prinxiety, but kinda is?? its the only place i know to put it tho)
White, Red, And Purple, (Angst) (Trigger Warnings: Blood, Death, Hanahaki Disease) He could remember the first time he had coughed up an innocent looking petal.
Scary Movie Night, (Fluff) Anxiety clutched his phone in his hand. He had planned on staying busy on it for the night, ignoring the movie in favor of Tumblr, but it had died about twenty minutes ago. He flinched at the screams coming from the speakers of the TV, drawing his knees to his chest.
Pouts and Cuddle Piles, (Fluff) Anxiety was not feeling well. His chest ached, his throat hurt, and his nose was stuffed up so bad that he could barely breathe out of it.
Awkward Situations, (Comedy)Logan darted out of the room, ignoring Anxiety asking for him to come back. Like he was gonna come back into that awkward situation. He’d have to remember not to take things Anxiety said literally from now on.
Just A Baby, (First Chapter) (Masterpost), (Angst, Fluff) Virgil clutched his blue bunny to his chest, his eyes glued to the TV which displayed his favorite movie ever, Tangled. Or, well, his favorite movie when he was small like this. His favorite movie when big was Black Cauldron, but that didn’t have any songs in it and, when he was small, Virgil loved to sing.
This is a short post-Chimera thing I came up with while watching the episode. Written quickly, on my phone, but I had to get it out.
Mulder’s phone blinks excitedly as soon as he lands in Washington D.C. There is only person he wants to hear from right now, wants to be with even more urgently; Scully. He grins as he leaves the airport, listening to her voice. If he wants to see her, her message says, he’ll have to come to her apartment. She needs her bed, her bath, her apartment. And, she reminds him, to use his key. Who knows what she’ll do to him if he interrupts her bath, or sleep, after ditching her. Once again.
The apartment is dark and quiet when he steps inside. He takes off his shoes, his jacket, and lets his small bag fall down with a thud next to the couch. His tie comes off on his way to the bedroom, he’ll pick it up some other time, and he opens button after button of his dress shirt. Mulder only stops when he sees Scully sprawled on her bed. She’s closed the blinds, but not completely, and a few rays of light struggle through, bathing the room in a soft orange. Undressing quickly, he leaves on his shirt and boxers, and then joins her in the bed, careful not to wake her. She is breathing deeply, fast sleep. Her face is turned away from him and so he rests there, watching over her. He’s missed her. So much. On his way home, he couldn’t help but think. About her, about their relationship. What are we, Scully? Are you my significant other after all? She must be, he thinks, because she is his everything. As if hearing his inner monologue, she turns around. She smiles before she even opens her eyes.
“Hey. You’re home.” Her voice is raspy, tired. He nods, leans over, and gently kisses her nose. Earlier, he couldn’t wait to tell her all about the case, about Ellen, about what he saw, experienced. Now, all he can think of is how much he missed her smile, her raised eyebrows, her sceptical expression, her brilliant thoughts. All of her. The way she steps into his personal space, and how she never minds when he completely hijacks hers.
“Lost your voice in Vermont?”
“No,” he chuckles, letting his fingers trace her face, her throat as if reacquainting himself with her, “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” She lets her eyes drift close again, sighing happily when his fingers become bolder, keep wandering without ever losing their gentle touch.
“That surburban lifestyle.”
“You hate it.” There is no question in her voice, neither are there expectations or disappointment. Just a statment, readily served to him, to be proven right or wrong.
“I don’t - I didn’t - hate it. It’s not…” he wants to say it’s not him, but that’s only half the truth; it’s not them. Though if Scully wanted to play housewife, raise a dog or two with him, maybe consider adoption once they worked normal hours and jobs, he’d be down for it. Right here, right now. Significant other or not, he’s hers for life, and he’ll follow her. Even to the dullest suburb.
“Mulder, I hope you don’t expect me to cook for you.”
“Actually I thought I could cook something for you.” He tells her pressing a kiss against her lips. She opens one eye, narrows it, closes it again.
“Hm, first let me sleep another hour or ten. You do owe me after leaving me all alone there.”
“You’re right, Scully,” he kisses her again, lazily, as part of his penance, “You’ll see. I can cook, you know.” She already picks up after him. It’s about time he does something for her. She doesn’t reply and it’s only then that he realizes she’s asleep again. He kisses her cheek, softly, before he cuddles close to her, giving in to his own exhaustion.
evan actually has the worst sense of direction, location, and visual-spatial references out of anyone jared’s ever met. jared once tried to help heidi teach evan how to drive, and it was such an absolute mess.
to school is a sacrifice Jeremy still makes, even without the SQUIP, to try and
seem a little cooler than he is. He knows it doesn’t matter anymore, that
everyone at school likes him now. But, small things, he thinks to himself. He
still refuses to be a junior riding the bus to school, even if it is February
and incredibly cold.
hates that Michael can’t drive him, not with Michael’s parents not wishing for
Michael to drive with a passenger in their car quite yet. Jeremy doesn’t
understand what the big deal is, but Michael has fought tooth and nail on this,
so much that his parents have threatened to take his driving privileges away. So,
Jeremy reluctantly assured Michael that it was fine; the walk to school is only
ten minutes after all, so he can manage, even though the icy wind pierces
through his too light jacket.
he cuts down an alley once he reaches the square; on a good day, this will cut
the time to get to school by at least a minute and a half. And, today is one of
those days where he finds himself turning a sharp right down the alley because
he’s frozen solid and just wants the school’s heating system. He keeps his head
bowed against the wind that sneaks down the small alley as he walks swiftly,
and Michael’s headphones are loud enough to mask any outside sounds.
half way down the alley when he’s shoved hard, hard enough that he loses his
footing and falls forward onto his hands and knees. Years of bullying have
introduced him to this sort of behavior, so annoyance takes center hold in his
chest as he slides his headphones off with a huff.
he starts as he whips his head around, but whatever angered response to follow
shoots back down into his gut when his eyes fall onto the distinctive glimmer
of a knife. Panic swells within his chest and pushes against his lungs until
his chest is rising and falling in stuttering gasps.
another ffxv idea I’m too lazy to turn into a real fic
Ardyn takes some of Noct’s DNA and makes clones. He kills most of them, using them as playthings to enact his revenge fantasies, but he decides to keep one and train it up as a pet.
When Noct makes it to Zegnautus, he’s confronted by Ardyn, who is holding a thin leash attached to the collar of a copy of himself. It looks just like him. It could be him, except that it’s curled languidly around Ardyn’s arm, eyes rimmed in dark makeup, dressed in a silky wine-red shirt and tight-fitting black pants.
“What the fuck is this?” Noctis growls, horror gripping his chest.
Ardyn just laughs. “Do you like my pet? He’s lovely, almost as fetching as you are, Prince Noctis, though much better behaved.”
In the end, it’s Prompto who kills the clone, because Noct can’t bring himself to murder a creature with his own face, especially when it begs for it’s life, offering every favor it can think of.
“He had others,” Prompto says, when they’ve taken refuge for a brief rest. “I killed at least five, before you found me.”
“How did you know they weren’t really me?”
Prompto shrugs. “They didn’t act like you.”
Noct sighs, cradling his head in his hands. “I can’t stop thinking that that could have been me. He could have done that to me, made me into … that. I don’t know how you managed to kill hi– it,” he corrects himself.
“I’m a clone, too. You know how many MTs I’ve killed?” Prompto’s lips are curved up, but he’s not smiling. “I guess once you’ve killed yourself a couple dozen times, it gets easier.”
Sterek AU: Stiles and David weren’t always friends. Sure, they knew about each other, they were the same age and mostly in the same classes, but friendship came on the end of their junior year. And it became epic. Since Scott was all about Allison, Stiles started to spend more time with David, often at the Hale house, where’s been something happening almost all the time. By the end of their senior year they were inseparable. And they had big plans for their last summer before college.
It was one night after bowling with their friends, when they barged into Hale’s kitchen laughing and hungry, trying to not wake up all household. They didn’t expected David’s big brother standing there, smirking at them with his eyebrows doing something complicated, what probably meant he’s internally laughing at them.
“Der! When did you get home?!” David was excited every time Derek showed his face home, he’s been studying in New York for three years now, and David misses him. He saw his big brother like a demigod or something, it was actually quite funny from where Stiles was standing.
“Who’s that?” Derek asked, and David laughed.
“Stiles. You don’t remember him?"
Derek gave Stiles lingering look and his left eyebrow climbed a little higher. "Seems different.”
Stiles shrugged. “Probably the hair, man. Sorry to confuse you.” Derek smirked again.
“Probably.” And then Laura was barging in with wide grin on her face, yelling about Big D being home, which made Derek cringe and David moan, because that meant Laura is going to call him Mini D again, every time she’ll see the two of them together. And he hated that nickname. Stiles gets that.
The thing was, in a few days, their big summer plans started to include Derek as well, because David was just too happy him being home to not make him tag along with them, whenever they went.
And Derek never actually protested that much. Partially because he couldn’t take his eyes from his little brother’s best friend, which should probably feel wrong, but Stiles’s been an adult, now, and he looked like it, too. Yeah, he was still goofy and ridiculous, but his shoulders were broader, and his face was all sharp jaw and pretty eyelashes, full lips and big doe eyes. And Jesus Christ, Derek had more than a fair share of dreams about that face, now. But Stiles is also smart and funny, and it’s so easy to spend hours just talking to him. And in less than two weeks Derek has it so bad, it freaks the crap out of him, when he thinks about it. But he also knows, Stiles doesn’t see him the same way. Actually, Stiles is affectionate with only one person, and that’s David. And he feels like the shittiest shit that ever shit for even think about taking him from his little brother, because David is amazing person and he deserves someone amazing as well. So he walks it out, and if he spends more time than usual under cold shower, no one has to know.
Then the recital happens and almost everyone goes there. Whole Hale family, and Stiles with his dad, so does Scott with his mom and Allison. And it’s really nice, some of the students are pretty gifted. It’s after that, when Derek excuses himself and goes to the bathroom, when we walks is on David kissing the young cellist, who was exceptionally good during her performance. But that doesn’t change the fact that David is kissing girl, who definitely isn’t Stiles, and Derek doesn’t know what to think, or what to do.
It goes like that for more than a week, filled with grumbling, confused Stiles, dreamy David, and Derek trying to avoid both of them. Which is kind of a problem, when David lives with him, and Stiles tries to spend all the free time with him now, when David constantly disappears nobody knows where (as if).
Finally Derek can’t stand it anymore and corners his little brother. Inside he’s so damn angry about David throwing something so precious away, but he also knows, David doesn’t seem to realize Stiles’s feelings for him, so maybe that’s all they need to figure out. So he tells him. As calmly as he can, he tells David about how Stiles feels about him, and how long it’s been going on, how he shouldn’t break Stiles’ heart because of some summer fling. And David listens to all of it with broken expression on his face, because he didn’t know. How he could miss that? Is Stiles angry at him? And what should he do now, when he doesn’t feel the same? He isn’t like Stiles or Derek, he can’t see himself with a guy. But Stiles is his best friend and he loves him and he doesn’t want to loose him.
The next time Stiles spends diner time at Hale’s, the atmosphere is different, awkward and stiff, and Stiles is confused, because David is giving him these sad-puppy looks, and Derek’s avoiding his gaze like he could catch something from him while sitting across the table. And it just gets worse during the next two days. Stiles kind of feels like Alice in the Wonderland because suddenly nothing whatsoever make sense.
The following Tuesday Stiles’s sitting at the dinning table, eating pineapple pie, when David slumps on the chair next to him, already in his sad puppy mode.
“Okay, what’s happening? Just tell me,” Stiles sighs without even glancing at his friend.
“I’m sorry, Stiles.”
Okay, now he’s looking at him, because what? “For what?"
"I swear I had no idea, I would say something. And I know I’m making things weird, and that’s probably why you never said anything, but it’s just hard to wrap my mind around it, that’s all."
"Uhh, okay?” Stiles says uncertain and confused. “Good for you, buddy. Mind telling me what are you talking about?”
David blushes, and, oh my god, David blushes, that’s kind of hilarious. Stiles bits down a smile. “Did you jerk off over my porn stash again?"
"No!” David’s eyes go wide and his face has now very similar color to a boiled lobster. It’s freakin’ adorable, that’s what it is. Sometimes David tops even Scott’s level of puppy-ish adorableness and it brings Stiles unholy glee make David this flustered, because he’s evil. “No, for fuck’s sake, I meant that… you know… feelings."
"Feelings?” And Stiles is lost again. Or, more like,he’s still lost.
“Yeah. Those one you have… For me…” David helpfully confuses Stiles even further. And then it hits him.
“Wait,” he says with his hands turned palms to his friend. “Hold it right there. You think I have feelings for you?”
David blinks. Stiles mirrors it, while there is dozen thousands of thoughts flying through his head, blizzard fast. How did he manage to convince David he has feelings for him? Did he said something? Or did he do something? Touched him in a bad way? Jeez, how the hell this happened? And is it bad thing or good thing in David’s eyes? Because Stiles definitely doesn’t have any kind of romantic feeling towards his friend. Duh, he loves him, but it totally friendly kind of way, not in ‘I want you to shove your dick up my ass’ kind of way. Which, ugh, not that David isn’t good looking, but this never even crossed Stiles’ mind. Also David is straight, isn’t he?
They sit there, both kind of panicking, not sure what they should do, because neither wants to hurt the other one. Until Derek walks in on them like that, and David looks at him all lost and flushed in absolutely obvious way, and Derek grits his teeth because it doesn’t hurt, okay? It doesn’t. So Derek mutters quiet 'finally’ and tries to retreat, but then Stiles looks at him over his shoulder, and that is not a face of a relived man. That’s very much face of a man only a hair from a panic attack. And he can’t help himself, he growls at David, because Stiles is not okay. Why isn’t he okay? “What did you said to him?"
And David chokes out something nobody understands, and Stiles is trying to understand those pieces of words floating around, because nothing is making any sense. Derek knows what is this with David all about? And then David blurts out, "what you said I should!” and everything goes still.
Stiles glances from Derek to David and back, confused and lost in all those things no one bothers to tell him. “You told him something?” He turns back to David. “What did he tell you?”
And then Derek is turning and walking away as fast as he can without actually running, and David gives up, and straightforward says: “I’m sorry, but I’m not in love with you.” And Stiles breaths out with relief and retorts: “Well, good, I’m not in love with you either. Now, would you mind to tell me what was all that about?"
David is relieved. And surprised, but mostly relieved, because he had nightmares about this last few nights, okay, and he sucks at talking about feelings. Paige knows, how much he sucks at it, because he still wasn’t able to ask her out properly. Or even compliment her, without simultaneously offend three generations of her family. Good she has exceptional sense of humor and big tolerance for doofusness.
But even if Stiles isn’t Paige, he is still his best friend and he gets it, when David tries to explain things. And now he understands, Derek somehow manage to convince David Stiles loves him and trying to date Paige could brake his heart. Which, freaking unbelievable, what is he? God dammed unstable ex-wife or something? So he just pats David on the back and tells him to call Paige and ask her out for sake of all, because she might be patient with him, but she 'ain’t saint. And then he goes search for Derek, because he sooo needs to have a word with him.
He finds Derek at the gym (yes, Hales do have their own, Stiles just learned to accept and ignore it). He sits on the bench, watching his clasped hands, so stiles can’t really see his face, but he can guess he doesn’t have particularly happy expression. "Sooo, wanna tell what all that was about?” Stiles starts, because why not. Ha had more than his fair share of mortifying moments today, this probably can’t be any worse than the last hour of his life.
“You love my brother,” Derek sighs, without looking up.
“Duh,” Stiles’ eyebrows climb up a little. Derek frowns, Stiles can see that even from his angle, so he elaborates. “But I’m not in love with him. Where did you even got that idea?"
Derek frowns even more and looks up at him. "I saw it. It’s how you act around him, you are happy with him. You made him happy. He shouldn’t throw that away.”
“First of all, there isn’t anything he could throw away,” Stiles mimics Derek’s words. “Second of all, Dave is probably my soulmate, but he is straight as an arrow, I thought you knew that.”
Derek snorts. “Of course I knew that, but it’s not like everyone has their sexuality sorted when they are eighteen."
"Fair enough,” Stiles nods, and folds his arms on his chest. “Still doesn’t mean he has to fall for me, or I for him. I love him, but in very brotherly way, and you shouldn’t assume, man. And I’m not even talking about that whole telling him things that you shouldn’t, even if they were true. Not cool."
"Sorry,” Derek murmurs.
“Is that why you couldn’t look at me last few days? Did you change your mind and thought I’m not good enough for him or something?"
Derek’s eyes go all wide and sincere while laced with pure panic. "NO! I mean, no, I didn’t… That’s not it, okay? You would be perfect for him.”
Stiles is a little surprised to hear it, but shrugs it off, and sits next to Derek. “So what’s it, man? Are you mad at me? Did I do something? Because from where I’m standing, or sitting, or whatever, it seems like you are the one who messed up."
Derek smirks, "thanks for not rubbing it in my face or anything.”
Stiles shrugs. “You deserve it.”
Derek nods with a small smile. “True.”
“Now tell me, what is it that bothers you?” he asks, turning his head so he could see Derek’s face. And what he sees kinds of takes his breath away, because Derek seems so earnest while roaming over his face with those strangely colored beautiful eyes. He’s flushed, and his pupils are huge, lips slightly parted, and Stiles suddenly realizes how close they are, but he still doesn’t expect it, when Derek leans forward.
He doesn’t aim for Stiles’ mouth, no, he kisses him right under his right ear, banishing all his thoughts away from his brain. And he definitely doesn’t expect the whispered “maybe I was jealous” while there is dark scruff rubbing against his cheek and hot breath caressing soft skin of his neck. But hey, he’s so on board with this turn of events, he can’t even tell! He liked Derek, really, but that idiot tried to make his brother dump the girl he liked, because he thought Stiles is in love with him. That’s pretty amazing evidence Derek is goddamn special, right there.
They still need to talk, a lot, but it can wait. There is no rush, anyway. David is definitely trying to woo Paige, since Stiles told him to do that, and other Hales shouldn’t be at home this time of day, so no rush at all. And Stiles knows for sure, there is shower they can totally make out in. Yup. This summer holidays turns up to be just as epic as Stiles planed. Even more so.