When you get heartbroken, there’s no actual shattering of the heart, no heavy weight in your chest. There’s just the crushing reality of the fact that you won’t ever have them reverberating through your head.
So My brother came out to my parents as Bisexual (not really a problem considering my parents being completely ok with LGBTQ community) my mom was like “so what do you want?” But my dad got really annoyed and angry and stood up and shouted at him this is what he shouted “SERIOUSLY?!? DANIEL?!? REALLY YOU ARE AWARE OF THE RULE OF YOU AND YOUR SISTER THAT IS NO BOYS IN HER ROOM AND NO GIRLS IN YOUR ROOM!!! AND YOU ARE ALREADY ANTISOCIAL AND STUCK ON YOUR PHONE BUT WITH THIS NEW INFORMATION YOU CAN’T HAVE ANY PEOPLE IN YOUR ROOM UNTIL YOU CONVINCE ME THAT THEY’RE ONLY FRIENDS!!!! *calms down**looks at my mom* Carla our kids are too antisocial. It hurts” I Just started laughing my mom trying to hide her laugh just coughed and my brother fell on the ground and started laughing and crying. My dad is disappointed with both of us :)
Stiles grew up in the life of knowing that there was always more to life than what others saw with a first glance. Even as a child he saw things that no one else seemed to and always had a fascination with the unusual.
Some considered him an unusual child, but Claudia welcomed every single quirk her son displayed. His mother had a few special talents of her own and thrilled her to see it in her son as well. She’d raised Stiles to always keep his mind open and as grew and started to display his powers, she began to teach him how to use them. She even taught Stiles about werewolves at a young age, his infatuation with them growing once he had learned the truth about her closest friend.
Stiles spent nearly every possible moment that he could roaming the Hale house, following after the middle child most of the time. Derek was three years older than Stiles, but the bond they developed with each other was something their mothers considered out of a story book. Like Derek, Stiles was sensitive to his emotions, but unlike Derek, Stiles didn’t need a scent to figure it out. He could feel it.
I got dress coded because my bra strap was showing and too much of my shoulders were showing, So while teacher was talking to me my BFF looked around and saw a our friend Brandon (he’s the hot guy in our class)who has muscular arms and shoulders so she tipped on that teachers shoulders and shouted “OMG!! BRANDON’S SHOULDERS ARE TOO SEXY FOR MY BRAIN TO WORK!!!! HE HAS TO COVER UP AND PUT A PAPER BAG ON HIS HEAD OR ELSE I GET DISTRACTED!” Brandon saw her staring and shouted"I DIDN’T MEANT TO BE DISTRACTING FOR GIRLS IN PUBERTY" the teacher just was really angry and was about to shout when my French teacher (his wife) came and whispered him “If you don’t shut up about the whole bra strap, Shoulder and collarbone dress code for girls then I will make you pay. A lot.” He calmed down looked terrified and left. Was a good day.
(Unfinished Sterek fic with Fox!Stiles. I used elements of this in a different fic in the end, so this one became abandoned.)
Typical. It’s just typical.
When things happen around Stiles, they usually happen in tandem. One thing leads to another thing, that leads to something else, that leads to another really big, annoying thing that Stiles does not want to deal with. Basically, his life is one big Rube Goldberg Machine with twenty different parts all smashing into each other in a very Mouse-Trap-esk way that usually ends with him—the mouse—trapped under a plastic net.
Or, you know, locked up with chains in yet another creepy basement.
Is it weird that he’s glad it’s witches instead of crazy Hunters this time?
“This is really, super pointless, you know.”
The witches look up from their witchy-muttering and scowl without comment. Yes, this is about the tenth time he’s managed to catch their attention by saying just about the same thing. He actually has no clue why they even bother looking up anymore, but it’s funny and maybe delaying his inevitable death.
“You’re not going to get any information from me,” he says, trying a different track.
One of the older witches sighs, dropping her head down like she just can’t.
“I am starting to think we have made a mistake,” she murmurs to the others, sending the younger three into a babble of promises about how they did get it right, the boy is just being difficult. Which, hell yeah he’s being difficult, theirs a bunch of witches being creepy in a basement with him.
The eldest, not looking convinced at all, gestures to Stiles with clear distaste, “He has not accepted the craft into his bosom.”
“Whoooaa… ” Stiles shakes his head. “Whoa—okay, no, you’re right, I have not. For one thing, I don’t have bosoms to accept crafts into. For another, i’m not that into pipe cleaners and glitter glue, so, you know.”
My mom loves telling people at parties just how ‘bright’ I am and how I’m always reading something, she does it all the time.
Mother. Stop. I’m reading gay fanfiction.
So, okay, there was this day, at this party, and she did it again but this time she took my phone off of my hands to show them (It was in english, not native, so no one knew what I was reading) and I SWEAR TO GOD, one of them suddenly had this look of recognition on her face and she fucking winked at me.
And that’s the story of how my mom’s friend knows I ship Sterek.
When I look at the stars, I like to think that everything that isn’t allowed to exist here - magic, most of my thoughts, fairies, unicorns, love without prejudice, the people that can’t be - exists somewhere else far, far away. That way, everything doesn’t seem so bad.