The House is about to pass a bill that would make it impossible for me to get mental health treatment and would mean my mom’s healthcare costs…..I don’t even know, double? Triple? From the $10k or so per year they already are…because she’s disabled, and can’t work, and yet because my dad has a job she doesn’t qualify for Medicaid and everything about US health care is completely fucked
Then there’s the bullshit with the Russians and the election, the attack in London (and I know this is a shitty thing to say but hey, at least the dude had a car and a knife instead of a fucking AR-15 because the U.K. doesn’t let random fuckheads buy automatic weapons…)
And last and to everyone else least, several people were killed in fighting between Bambara “dozo” (hunters, apparently now also fighters generally) and Fulani herders in central Mali and the military had to step in.
And I already spent all my brainpower today on my job.
I am way too tired for this. Too bad the universe doesn’t care.
Sterek AU that is a vague Futurefic/Parent AU continuation from my fics Aching for you and Happily Ever After. You don’t have to read them for this to make sense.
“I’m sorry, but does this look like Celestial blue to you? Look at this- this is obviously
violet-blue. This is your job, isn’t
it,” Stiles squinted at the employee’s name tag and hissed his name with
as much venom as he could muster, “Greg?”
Greg wasn’t getting paid enough to care about the delicate shift from
pretentious violet-blue to the calming hue of celestial blue though, because
the man didn’t even flinch as Stiles’ outburst, and in response he simply
shrugged. Derek was standing behind him, and Stiles didn’t have to turn around
to know that his husband would have that pensive frown that he would be
directing off into the distance. He was no doubt psychoanalyzing Stiles and not
actually paying attention to the dire situation that was happening in front of
him, it was something that he had always done apparently.
“I mean,” Stiles pressed on, “That would be
like suggesting that my eyes are ‘Fuzzy Wuzzy’ when they are quite obviously
Citrine with a healthy dash of Tiger’s Eye around the center- you’re a
disappointment, Greg. A disappointment.”
“Stiles, I know that Brooklyn wants celestial blue, but
I seriously doubt that paint companies name and organize their paints to match
Crayola names.” Derek finally mumbled behind him, and Stiles spun on his
heel before lifting a finger to stab it against Derek’s sternum, “You think
I’m being stupid.”
Derek lifted an eyebrow and his voice was flat as he
explained, “I think that our five year old daughter won’t be able to tell
the difference between Celestial blue and violet-blue.”
“Maybe she won’t, Derek!” Stiles was aware that he
was raising his voice, but he didn’t care, and so he let himself flail his arms
as his voice became louder and louder, “Maybe Brooke won’t see the
difference between the colours but you know who will, Derek? You and I will
when Brooke reaches for her favourite crayon and decides to colour on her walls
when we aren’t paying attention and we have to scrub crayon off of the wall.
Besides, if Greg,” Stiles threw
a scathing look over his shoulder towards the bored employee, “can’t tell
the difference between Celestial Blue and Violet-Blue, then you can sure as
hell bet that he won’t be able to tell the difference between Maximum Red and
Scarlett because you know that Alex always reaches for what he calls 'Daddy Alpha
Red’ and always grabs Maximum Red, and I will not be scrubbing Maximum Red
crayon off of a Scarlett painted wall, Derek!”
stared at him for a long moment. Stiles knew that the alpha was busy. Of course
he was, they had their family and their pack to deal with, but lately he felt
like Derek was never around. He understood that Derek was busy trying to help
Liam find an anchor, and that he was spending a lot of time at work as well,
but Stiles couldn’t remember the last time that they slept together or even had
a chance to really sit down and have some peace and quiet together. Stiles had
already complained about all of this a week ago, and while Derek scent marked
him and hugged him close for a moment, nothing had actually changed since then.
Stiles could see in Derek’s furrowed brows that it was all starting to sink in
though. The alpha nodded stiffly and slid a hand around the back of Stiles’
neck, “I’m sorry. We’ll find the closest paint that we can, and you can
still see the Sunrise Orange on the wall, just let me know and I’ll deal with
Stiles stepped forward and Derek wrapped him in his arms as
Stiles grumbled, “It’s Sunset Orange, and damn right, you will.”
peaceful for a moment; Stiles closed his eyes and rested his ear against the
thudding of Derek’s heart in his chest, and he wished that he could stay there
forever. That is, until someone cleared their voice behind Stiles.
“I’m sorry,” Greg interrupted, “We don’t seem
to have any 'Alpha Red’, would light red work instead?”
A sound bubbled out of Stiles’ lips, and he couldn’t tell if
it was a sob or a laugh, but he did know that the rumbling of Derek’s chest was
definitely a laugh.