not to be a total hater, but, when is t.o.p media going to give us something new, instead of the old dark-wet-warehouse-with-a-car aesthetic we’ve seen 154 times already??? niel deserves better than this
Me- “babe don’t give me a hickey!”
Babe- “I won’t!”
Babe- “don’t worry it’s just a little red!”
*i just finally look in the mirror*
A LITTLE RED. JUST A LITTLE RED. I WAS NEVER INFORMED THAT RED ALSO MEANT PURPLE AND DONT GIVE ME A HICKEY MEANS GIVE ME ONE ON THE FRONT OF MY NECK.
Here’s the first Sterek!Ficlet Request brought to you by: @i-am-queen7
Who requested werewolf!Stiles and werewolf!Derek….and that’s
pretty much it, but let’s say we add a dash of some heavy angst and some super deep emotional comfort to a new werewolf!Stiles. Hope y’all enjoy a 1.6k ficlet on some heavy feels
The thing about trauma is that no two people are a like when
it comes to the experiences they encounter, and no two people will heal the same
way. Some hold a wound so deep that healing seems like an eternal process that
will never fully come to an end.
For Derek, healing was something he was still in the process
of working on.
The light that had dimmed inside his soul seemed to come
back in the smallest increments, but he knew that it would come back to being
whole one day.
He just didn’t know when.
So he left Beacon Hills, left the one place that made the
light inside him decrease with every confrontation the town seemed to struggle
against and with every single death that lingered with mockery. Taunting its
residents and reminding them how much suffering this town has and will cause them
until they decide to leave or finally cleanse the town of all the evil that it
It seemed like a never ending cycle and Derek couldn’t take
it anymore, there was no healing here, not for him at least.
6 months have passed since his departure from that town.