GUESS WHO FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER OF A MODERN AU KAIDER FIC AFTER A MONTH OF NO MOTIVATION AND LITTLE WRITING SKILL!
Anyways, this fic is based off of this tumblr post, and I’ve been working on it for a little while now, so I really hope you like it!
Thanks to @poetstation for the motivation and excitement and @kaisder for editing, pep talks, title ideas, totally helpful comments, and overall support 3>
READ IT AND HOPEFULLY ENJOY IT! PLEASE REVIEW!
Cinder winced as she carried the last cardboard box from her car, hearing the battered up old thing groan in relief. This was it. The last box to be moved into her new apartment after three days of moving, in a new city, far, far away from Adri. She’d been envisioning this moment for a long time, though admittedly with less back pain.
She thanked the stars her new apartment complex had an elevator. Adri’s only had stairs, and dragging various pieces of machinery up to the 14th floor was pure hell. She pushed the door open with her back, the AC refreshing but not, unfortunately, miraculously drying her sweat-stained tank. She nodded to the doorman and readjusted the box onto her hips as she pressed the up button and waited for the elevator.
Trying to ignore the clothing and stray hairs sticking uncomfortably to her back and neck, she tapped her foot as she waited, trying to figure out a schedule for the rest of the week. Tomorrow, she’d attempt to finish unpacking the mountains of boxes she’d brought in. The day after that, there was a party held at one of the apartments down the hall, for which she had received an invitation slipped under the door last night. She wasn’t much for parties and socializing in general, but this was a new start, and she promised herself to take every opportunity. Then, a couple days after, she’d start at her new job at the NASA center nearby.
She bit her lip as the elevator door opened and she stepped in, both nervous and excited for the job. She hadn’t expected such a prestigious opportunity just a couple years out of college, but one of her professors had huge connections and her reputation as one of the smartest engineering majors on campus seemed to precede her. She’d turned in the greasy and crinkled application almost as a joke, not expecting an actual answer for a girl working at a mechanic’s shop to pay off her debts. The letter of acceptance had been an opportunity in two ways: a way to leave, and a way to start over. She certainly wasn’t expecting great pay and would probably be stuck with low-level jobs, but she’d work her way up eventually.
She was so stuck in her reverie she didn’t notice someone stick a hand through the elevator doors just as they were closing. Startled, she pushed the “open” button, her apologies on the tip of her tongue when they dried on her lips.
In stepped who she was sure was the Most Beautiful Man In The World.
Imagine still trusting Mashima to deliver anything. Imagine calling his “reveals” good plot twists and not just lying to his audience in a cheap way. Imagine believing Fairy Tail knows how to handle character development when it can’t handle even established relationships well. Imagine the concept that Mashima cares enough about his female characters to just respect them. Imagine thinking this manga is not the most “tell, don’t show” mess ever.
“I know, I just…” Derek trailed off, rubbing his forehead with both hands, frustrated that the right words weren’t coming to him.
“What?” Stiles asked honestly, pulling on one of Derek’s wrists until he could see his expression again.
Derek’s heart pounded in his chest so loud he figured even Stiles could hear it. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose, trying to keep his voice even. “When we take them places, and spend time with them, and make them smile… it feels like…”
“It feels like they’re yours,” Stiles finished for him, licking his lips before snagging the bottom one between his teeth.
“No,” Derek said, taking Stiles by surprise. “It feels like they’re ours.”
“Oh,” Stiles said simply, mouth still slightly open while he contemplated Derek’s words.
Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek have been BCPD partners for years when they are assigned Halloween duty and run into a couple of kids from the orphanage. One fake marriage and two real adoptions later, they somehow become a family.
When Derek and Stiles get assigned to the same undercover mission, having to pretend to be married, they’re not happy. They get a little distracted fucking with each others heads, and their mission goes out the window. It all collides in the bathroom a few hours, and some alcohol later.
The entrance fee is five dollars. Outside the gym, a poster is posted which reads: “Beacon Hill’s Horror House: Werewolves $5.oo per head Not for the faint heart (No, seriously, if you have any heart condition, pregnant, or just simply a scared-y cat then this ride is not for you, might as well go with the carousel (I’m talking to you, Greenberg!). The management will not be responsible for any physical harm, fainting, shat pants, or cardiac arrest.)”