yalit meme [5/10] series or books ≡ the lunar chronicles by marissa meyer
“Did you know that she was cyborg?” asked a woman in an unhidden tone of disgust. Kai stared at her, appearing confused, then let his gaze dance over the crowd. He shuffled his feet closer to the podium, a wrinkle forming on the bridge of his nose. Cinder bit the inside of her cheek and braced herself for adamant disgust. Who would ever invite a cyborg to the ball? But instead, Kai said simply, “I don’t see that her being cyborg is relevant. Next question?” Cinder’s metal fingers jolted.
You know what kills me? What fucking kills me? During Crooked Kingdom, Inej is the only thing holding the team together. They’re pretty at odds (with Kaz, mostly), they’re exhausted, they just want to leave it all behind. They could have done that, easily. They could have given up Kuwei, or just robbed Van Eck, or left entirely. Yes, they wanted the money, but I personally think they’re all smart and resourceful enough to start over without it.
The thing they all agree on, the thing they all want, is Inej. Their girl. Their dear friend, their fearless wraith, the woman they all love and rely on. She is much more to them than a useful tool, a spider to get their information and climb incinerator shafts and pull stunts none of them could ever dream of. She’s their kind, compassionate, brave, incredible moral compass. She is their best friend, and no matter how much they talk about the money or revenge on Van Eck, they do it for her.
Meanwhile, Inej sits alone in the dark, not believing they would come for her. She knows they care, but would they really care enough? She nearly starves herself for a chance at freedom, one she thinks she has to get for herself. She thinks they would leave her behind without a second thought the moment she became “damaged,” not knowing how much she was loved. That’s what really fucking kills me.
For the sexting prompt thing: Derek is away at college and Stiles misses him and hes been talking about his lab partner Matthew a bit too much, and Stiles doesn't mean to be bitter, but he is so he sends him a very well thought picture of him sprawled out hair messed up and says I miss you wrecking me like this, and by Derek's immediate phone call after and his voice breathing "Holy fuck, it's not too late, I can drive home," through the phone, Stiles is silently thanking the jealousy monster
FAITH!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M SO GLAD YOU SENT ME SOME PROMPTS! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! (I HAD TO REFRAIN FROM REFERRING TO MATTHEW AS CARAMEL GOD) (also on ao3!)
When all of the younger members of the pack, save for Isaac who had to repeat his senior year, started their first year of college, Derek decided to finally go back to school.
A few years after dropping out of high school in the wake of his family’s horribly tragic demise, while he and Laura were still living in New York, he had gotten his GED. But he did have the motivation nor the emotional strength to actually attend college, not even online.
Now though, with most of the pack going away to college to better themselves and build up a foundation for their future, he finally found it in himself to enroll in college himself. And the pack couldn’t have been more supportive or proud of him. Especially Stiles.
Shortly after Stiles’ eighteenth birthday and a pixie attack that had occurred the same day, the two of them had begun dating to the surprise of absolutely no one. Stiles’ father had shocked him by striding over to Derek after they announced the good news to the pack and, rather than start interrogating Derek about his intentions, pulled the alpha into a tight hug.
Though Derek had confessed later that the Sheriff may or may not have whispered something into his ear about how much knowledge he possessed concerning the disposal of dead bodies. Stiles had laughed for fifteen minutes straight after hearing that little tidbit of information.
They had been dating for a little less than a full year when college applications were sent in, Derek’s application letters joining those of the other pack members. Derek would forever cherish the pride and unabashed love he had seen in Stiles’ eyes when he announced that he was thinking about going to college.
Only a few short weeks later, their acceptance letters had arrived and Derek had informed everyone that he would officially be attending Stanford University in the fall. The rest of the pack had been quick to congratulate him and announce what colleges they would be attending.
Both Boyd and Erica had been accepted into Berkeley, Boyd for business and Erica for Women and Gender’s Studies, neither of them willing to be apart from each other. They would be living together off campus in a nice apartment overlooking the bay, both of them promising to come to town on holidays and breaks.
Allison would be attending Stanford with Derek, though she would be going for her law degree, still debating over what kind of law she would like to go into. And Kira would be returning to New York City to attend NYU in pursuit of a double majoring in education and Japanese studies, wanting to learn more about her culture and history.
That left Scott and Stiles both attending Beacon County Community College.
Scott had never been the best student but he was intent on becoming a veterinarian, Deaton already promising him a position at the vet clinic when he got his degree. He was more than happy to stay in town, especially since he and Isaac were officially a couple.
On the other hand, Stiles hated the fact that he was still stuck in Beacon Hills, not that he had anything but love for his cozy little hometown. As someone who had been an overachiever since birth, his inability to get into any other college had been nothing short than devastating.
His spotless GPA had been irrevocably tainted by his lack of attendance and completed schoolwork when he was dealing with being possessed by the Nogitsune. No amount of extra credit could spare him from his perfect academic record being tarnished.
But he refused to let anyone know how ashamed and disheartened he was by the entire situation, instead throwing himself headfirst into school and work. He had already worked out a foolproof plan detailing how he could transfer to Stanford after he obtained his Associate’s degree from the community college. Derek had already promised him that they could get an apartment together, maybe even a cat. But until then, Stiles would have to suffer through two years of community college and only seeing Derek on the weekends.
It wouldn’t have been so hard if he wasn’t so god damn jealous of Derek’s lab partner.