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lightandheatao3 · 4 months
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The Bunker - Criminal Minds
Chapter 1: The Bunker
Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.
Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.
AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.
Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.
Read chapter 1 on AO3 or under the cut. All comments and reblogs are so appreciated <3
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Spencer cracked his eyes open, flinching from the white fluorescent light and blinking hard against the groggy, dull ache in his head.
His mouth was dry, body heavy. A familiar wake up. He reached his hand out blindly for the relief waiting on his bedside table.
No- wait.  
His lights are all yellow toned filament bulbs, not white fluorescents.
The smell was wrong. The dull electrical buzz in the air was louder, pitched higher.
His eyes shot open wide and he scrambled to his feet.
This wasn’t home.
He surveyed his surroundings, fighting the wave of dizziness that came with standing too abruptly.
“Oh no,” he said out loud. “Nonononono…”
The room was large and square and made entirely of concrete. Up the top a small vent, too high to reach and too small for a person to fit into. A heavy door with a double walled chamber for someone to put things into without having to interact with the person on the other side. The kind you would find in a maximum-security prison cell. The whole room felt like a prison cell, a place he’d hoped to never be again. At the back of the room a small en-suit that was completely stripped bare but for a metal toilet with no seat and a sink that was bolted into the wall. There was a door that could be shut, but there was a gap under it and a hole where a doorknob had clearly been removed.
A camera. There on the roof, drilled in and protected by a plexiglass dome, blinking its little red light at him. He stared at it for a moment, then closed his eyes.
He slowed his breathing. Now was not the time to fall apart. Not now. Not yet.
Not when there were 5 of his friends prone on the ground around him, unconscious as he had been only moments ago.
Each was laid out on a thin foam mattress, the kind with no seams or springs that could be fashioned into tools.
His first stop was the door. He knew before he tried it that it wasn’t going to open, but he had to make sure. As soon as that was confirmed, he turned his attention to the people in the room with him.
He rushed over to Emily first, rolling her onto her side and checking her pulse. It was slow, but steady. He looked around at the rest of them, noting the gentle rise and fall of their chests. All alive. He sighed audibly, clasping his hands together in thanks and relief for a split second before turning back to Emily.
He gently shook her, putting his hand on her cheek in what he hoped was a comforting way. His hands were shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the comedown. “Emily," he said gently. “Emily, it’s me, Spencer. Wake up Emily.”
After a few more repetitions her eyes fluttered, then opened. She looked up at him hazily. “Spencer?”
“Hi,” he said sadly, knowing there were only a second left until she realized the danger they were in and wanting to let her experience that second in peace.
She glanced behind him where JJ lay unconscious. He looked at her pupils. They were constricted, confirming his suspicions.
“Oh my god,” Emily gasped, her hand reaching up to clutch his shoulder. She leveraged herself against him to drag her way up into a sitting position. She rubbed at her eyes blearily, then opened them again and cast them around the entire room. “Fuck,” she breathed.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
Her eyes snapped back to him. “Are you alright?” she asked urgently, looking him over. “What happened?”
“I’m fine,” he assured her. “And I don’t know. I woke up a minute ago. I don’t remember how I got here. I think we were all drugged.”
She hummed in agreement. “Last thing I remember I was outside my apartment on the way home from the gym. I still feel a little out of it. God, Spencer, you look awful,” she said, putting a hand over his. “What did they do to you?”
“Same thing as you, most likely.” He looked away. “Emily, that’s Hotch over there,” he deflected. “And Derek.”
Emily looked to where he was pointing. Her expression was solemn, professionalism kicking in even in these dire circumstances. “Yeah. And no sign of Tara, Matt, or Luke. And no Penelope, thank God. Whoever did this, they’ve got a grudge against us that predates the others joining the BAU. Someone who met all of us but never had direct interaction with Penelope. This is good. If the others are free, they’ll find us.”
Spencer nodded in agreement. “This is someone with the skill to find Hotch in witness protection. If he wasn’t dead, I would have said it was Scratch. The logistics of kidnapping 6 highly trained federal agents takes an enormous amount of planning and ability. There are only handful of people we’ve encountered with the capacity to pull something like this off.”
She rubbed at her temples. Her eyes were losing the glassy sheen as the adrenaline counteracted the effects of the drugs. “I assume you tried the door?” He nodded. “I guess we should wake the others.”
No sooner than she said it, JJ stirred. They both crawled over to her. Her wake up process went much the same as Emily’s, but for the fact that the first thing she asked about was if her children were safe, before she’d come to enough to realize they had no way of knowing.
“Whoever this is likely targeted you while you were alone,” Spencer assured her. “It’s much safer to take a victim without witnesses, especially a victim who is trained to defend themselves and needs to be physically incapacitated.”
Next, they woke Rossi, who responded immediately by swearing up a storm and threatening to rip the head off whoever was responsible for this.
“Hey, Dave, it’s okay,” said JJ in a calming voice, even as she looked about to cry. “There’s nobody in here but us.”
He breathed. He nodded. He cursed again. He nodded again.
“At least I’m not alone this time,” he said with a world weariness that Spencer felt in his gut.
They had all been in situations like this before, but Rossi was barely recovered from the last time only a few months ago. Spencer still regret so deeply that he wasn’t there to help with Elias Voit.
“No, you’re not alone,” agreed Emily emphatically. “On that note, look who else is here,” she said.
“God fucking dammit,” cursed Rossi as his eyes swept over Derek and landed on Hotch.
Seeing Derek there was upsetting, but it wasn’t as jarring as Hotch’s presence. Derek still came along to the occasional social event, though less and less recently, as he was busy with the birth of his second child. Spencer personally still saw him once a month or so, though the past year their contact had been more limited to phone calls. They were all dreading having to watch him learn he’d been pulled into this nightmare, but if nothing else they could offer him the comfort of familiarity and camaraderie.
But Hotch… none of them had heard so much as a whisper from him in years. When he disappeared, he did so completely. It’s the kind of thing that would have wounded Spencer deeply under any other circumstances, but after everything Daniel Lewis aka Mr Scratch had put him through, he only ever hoped that Hotch had found every semblance of peace that life could give him. He’d missed him badly at times, but he would have rather they never meet again than have to meet like this.
They decided to wake Derek first.           
Rossi nearly got a fist in the face before Derek pieced together what was happening. Then, he put a fist directly into a concrete wall instead.
“I’m going to regret that when the drugs wear off,” he said sheepishly once he’d calmed down just a bit. “Whatever they dosed us with, they did not skimp. The comedown is gonna suck,” he said, side eyeing Spencer, who pretended not to notice.
The question and answer was the same as with the others. Do you remember anything about who took you? No. Has anyone tried the door? Yes. Derek threw a shoe at the camera for good measure, but of course it just bounced off the plexiglass and landed pathetically on the floor.
The bang of it hitting the concrete was enough to make Hotch finally stir. They all turned to face him, staring helplessly.
His hair was longer than Spencer had ever seen it. Still short, but more relaxed, skimming the bottom of his ears and starting to curl a little at the base of his neck. He was still lean, but some of the muscle had been replaced by fat. He looked just a little softer. Healthier. His face was peaceful. Spencer always remembered him looking tense, even in his sleep. His hair was streaked with grey but somehow this was the youngest Spencer had ever seen him look.
He stirred a little more, blinking at last.
Ah, there was the familiar tension creeping its way back across his face.
Rossi was the one who finally knelt down beside him. “Aaron? I’m so sorry my friend,” he said sadly as recognition flashed in Hotch’s eyes.
“I’m dreaming,” came the familiar voice. Spencer had missed that voice more than he'd known.
Hotch closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again. He looked past Rossi at the rest of them. Spencer raised his hand in a polite greeting, then immediately felt like an idiot for doing so.
“I’m not dreaming,” he said, no trace of emotion in his voice.
“I’m afraid not,” Rossi confirmed.
Hotch fixed his eyes on Rossi again, pushing himself up so he was sitting against the wall. He looked like he was staring at a ghost, trying to figure where the projector was. “When did you get so old?” he said, reaching out a hand to Rossi’s face and poking at it.
Rossi grabbed the offending hand and clasped it between both of his. “Careful. You’re no spring chicken yourself,” he joked.
“No,” said Hotch, still expressionless. “Peter Lewis is dead. This isn’t my life anymore. He’s dead. They told me he died. I saw photos of the body.”
Spencer didn’t know that, but judging by Rossi’s lack of surprise, he pieced together that the older man had likely made sure the witness protection people had passed the photos along.
“Scratch is dead,” Rossi confirmed. “Whoever did this, it’s not him.”
“This. Isn’t. Real,” Hotch insisted, the first sign of emotion entering his voice in the form of hysteria as he pulled his hand away from Rossi and scrambled to his feet. “All of you stay away from me!” he yelled, looking at each of them in turn.
JJ grabbed onto Spencer’s arm. He flinched at first, then put an arm around her and gave what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. Derek took a step towards Hotch, but Emily held him back.
Hotch backed into the corner, looking at them like a caged animal. They were all caged animals now, Spencer supposed. An unfortunately familiar role.
“Hotch,” Spencer said, surprising himself by speaking. They all turned to look at him. He couldn’t back away now. “This is real. I’m so sorry this is happening to you, but Penelope and the rest of our team aren’t here, which means they are out there looking for us. I know it doesn’t feel real. We have all been drugged and you are probably still feeling the effects. I’m sorry. I wish it wasn’t real, but it is,” Spencer said kindly but emphatically.
“We’ll get out of this together,” said Emily. “It’s going to be okay.”
Hotch’s eyes were looking just a little clearer.
“Listen man, I know what you’re feeling. I got out, too, remember? I have a family and I don’t know if they’re alright. I’m right here with you. We’re all on your side. Do you believe me?” asked Derek, and this time Emily let him take a step forward.
 Hotch looked around at all of them again. He assessed them carefully. Then, he turned to the corner, putting his back to them and his hand over his face. It was the closest thing he could get to privacy and Spencer was suddenly grateful to have woken up first to process all of this without being watched.
Well, except for the camera.
They all looked at the floor and did their best to give Hotch space. It was almost a full minute before he finally tuned back around.
There was that stoic expression that Spencer remembered. All that youth and peace was gone from his face in an instant. Spencer hoped so badly that it wasn’t gone for good.
“What do we know?” asked Hotch, crossing his arms.
A moment of silence passed and Spencer wondered if the rest of them felt their hearts breaking into pieces at this cruel facsimile of a reunion.
“Why don’t we start with the last thing each of us remembers?” said Emily, stepping up beside Hotch and looking back at the rest of the room, two natural leaders doing what they do best.
Each of them recounted the details they knew before they woke up in this room.
They had been going about their lives, nothing special. The only common thread they could find was that each of them was alone when their memories stopped.
Derek had been at a picnic with his family and the last thing he remembered was leaving to use the park bathroom. Emily on her way back from the gym. JJ heading out to get groceries. Rossi walking home late from a bar.
“I was driving to work,” said Hotch shortly.
“We’re going to need more detail than that if we want to put together a timeline,” prompted Rossi. "Where do you work?"
Hotch pursed his lips. Spencer could see him strategizing in his head. He wasn’t back in their lives by choice. Spencer understood.
He didn’t get it back when Gideon left, but he got it now. Once you let people in the door, it can be impossible to fully extricate them. Hotch’s old life was filled with trauma he was trying to leave behind and the team were living representations of that past. Spencer couldn’t bring himself to be hurt by the other man’s reticence.
“A legal consultancy in a small town in Kentucky,” he said reluctantly, like divulging the smallest part of his personal life meant inviting the entire FBI right back into it.
“That’s an 8 hour drive,” said Derek. “No wonder you were so out of it compared to the rest of us. You must have been dosed multiple times to keep you under that long.”
“I think you’re right,” he said. “I’m still a bit foggy, if I’m being honest,” he admitted quietly. “What about you, Reid?”
Spencer blinked. “I feel fine.”
“No, I mean what’s the last thing you remember?”
Oh. Right. “I went to sleep in my apartment, then I woke up here,” he said honestly. It wasn’t important what he was doing before he went to sleep.
“Since we can be fairly confident whoever this is took Hotch first,” said Emily, “That probably means they got to you last, Spence. They hit all of us in one day. They must have known the BAU had a day off after closing the last case. They would have had to hit us quick to avoid raising alarms.”
“And the fact that we were all grabbed at different times indicates we’re likely dealing with a single Unsub. Someone highly organized and familiar with each of our routines.”
“The Unsub must have been planning this for a long time. Finding someone in witness protection, especially a former profiler, would take an incredible amount of skill or resources,” said Spence. “They stalked us, learned our routines, then used blitz attacks to stop us from being able to fight back.”
It didn’t take long for them to get into the flow. He felt his panic slipping away as his brain shifted into work mode. At some point they all went from standing to sitting in a circle on the floor.
It felt ridiculous to think about, but Spencer couldn't help but be mildly self conscious being the only one of them in his pajamas, as he was taken in his sleep. He was just glad it was a cold night so he'd been wearing nice, full length ones and not boxers and a shirt or something to that affect. Derek, Emily and JJ were all dressed in comfortable day wear. Rossi and Hotch in suits. Hotch was interesting, though. Spencer had rarely seen him outside of a crisp black suit characteristic of an FBI agent. The one he wore now was navy with a striped tie. It looked good on him.
They put together a more detailed timeline and looked back on the past few months of their lives to discuss anything that could have possibly been out of the ordinary.
The more they talked, the less cagey Hotch was about his life. It was strange to learn more about the day to day he had been living in the years since they’d seen him.
None of them talked about their kids or partners beyond a simple acknowledgement of their existence. They were all acutely aware of the camera on the roof. Whoever was doing this didn’t need to know any more about their families than they already did.
Their phones had been taken and none of them had anything to write with, so they were relying on Spencer to catalogue and compile the information in his brain. He did just that, and after a couple hours they had what was likely a fairly reliable timeline, including geographical information.
Whoever was doing this, they were extremely organized, meticulous, and quick. Not one of them saw it coming. None of them could point to any strange interactions they had over the past months, any red flags, any signs of being followed.
When it came time for Spencer to recount the details of the last months of his life, the others stared at him intently. “I haven’t seen you in person in months,” said Derek. “You don’t look so great, pretty boy.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the bunker we’re currently locked in isn’t making the rest of you look at your healthiest, either.”
“You know what I mean,” said Derek with an affectionate eyeroll.
“You know I was doing some classified work for the bureau. That’s why I couldn’t be there for what happened with Voit,” he said with an apologetic look to Rossi, who waved his hand dismissively. They had already been over this when Spencer first got back. He noticed Hotch raise a curious eyebrow. “I can’t talk about the work since we’re currently being recorded,” he said, nodding up at the camera. “Emily knows the details. It was nothing bad, just research that kept me out off the grid for a while. But if the Unsub could find Hotch in witness protection, then it’s possible they could have been tailing me for that long.”
“That finished months ago,” pointed out Emily. “What have you been doing while you’re on sabbatical?”
“A few guest lecture series at Virginia Tech and spending time with my mom, mostly. I just needed a break. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I guess I’ve been a bit distracted. I haven’t seen or experienced anything unusual, though.”
“I hope your mom’s doing okay,” said JJ comfortingly, prompting the rest of them to nod sympathetically.
He just nodded back. She was doing fine, honestly, not that he’d been visiting as often as he should. Easier to let them assume she was the reason he had been absent.
“Why are you doing this?” said Hotch, standing up and looking directly at the camera once they realized none of them had any more details to share at this point. “What do you want from us? Tell us what it is and maybe we can give it to you.”
The camera blinked its red light at them, showing no care for their presence.
Hotch sighed. He looked down at them all helplessly. His eyes stopped short on Derek. He knelt down, staring at something on the side of his head. “What?” asked Derek, leaning away in concern at Hotch’s suddenly very close face.
“Hold still,” said Hotch. He waved Emily over, who shuffled round to his side. “Right… there,” he said, hovering a finger just behind Derek’s ear.
Her eyes widened. Hotch looked at her questioningly, then turned his own head and tucked his hair away so that she could see behind his ear.
“You have it too,” she said. She did the same as him and he checked her over. They looked at each other again and he nodded.
They all stared at them expectantly, though Spencer was pretty sure he knew what they were seeing.
“Puncture marks at the top of the neck, just behind the ear,” Emily explained. “That’s where we were injected.”
Spencer, Rossi and JJ all checked each other. Sure enough, same thing.
“That means we were likely attacked from behind,” said Derek.
“Do we know what we were drugged with?” said Hotch, shooting an almost imperceptible glance in Spencer’s direction.
His skin crawled at the way none of them wanted to look at him, to just come right out and say it. He didn’t particularly want to talk about it. Not really. But they always acted like the subject was poison and it made him feel like he had to walk on eggshells too. Like the reality of his life was harder for them to hear than it was for him to live.
“I am fairly confident it was some kind of opioid,” he said, careful to keep the irritation out of his voice.
JJ put her hand on his and he felt the irritation dissipate.
They cared about him. He knew that. It’s not as if they were wrong to worry. They had talked about it a little over the years, but not enough that it had stopped being awkward every time it came up.
“Are you certain?” asked Rossi. “Could have been a tranquilizer.”
“I’m certain,” said Spencer. “Trust me, I know the feeling.”
Derek reached a foot across the circle and bumped it against Spencer’s knee in a supportive gesture, like saying ‘I’m here with you.’ Emily smiled at him softly, reassuringly.
“It could have been cut with something,” pointed out Hotch.
“The totality of the blackout indicates it may have been cut with a sedative of some kind, as a high enough dose of opioids to include that kind of memory loss reliably could be unsafe and none of us are suffering significant enough side effects to indicate that’s the case. Whoever did this knew exactly what dosage to use,” he explained. “But… I am quite sure it was predominantly an opioid.”
Of course he was sure.
“Jesus,” said JJ. “I’m sorry, Spence.”
“I don’t believe in fate but the universe does seem to have a strange way of conspiring to get you high,” deadpanned Emily.
Derek shot her a harsh look, but Spencer cracked a smile. “I think ‘an Unsub made me do it’ is going to start sounding like ‘a dog ate my homework’ to my sponsor,” he joked back, relief washing over him that they weren’t going to dance around it the entire time they were in here. Not that he’d spoken to his sponsor in more than a year. They didn’t need to know that.
The others smiled too. “You’ll be alright, kid,” said Rossi. “If you kept it together after Mexico, you’ll get through this.”
That would have been a comforting statement if not for the fact that it was completely false. It didn’t matter anyway. Penelope and the rest of the team would find them and get them out before any of this became an issue.
Or they wouldn’t. But he couldn’t think about that yet.
A crease sat deep between Hotch’s eyebrows. “Mexico?”
“You don’t know?” said Emily. “I just assumed you were across everything to do with the Scratch case.”
“No,” said Hotch. “I accepted proof of his death and told the liaison I didn’t want to know anything else.”
“It’s complicated,” said Rossi. “There were other players involved, but the short version is Reid was drugged and framed for murder. It wasn’t pretty.”
“We don’t need to go into the details,” said Spencer, oddly embarrassed at the idea of Hotch knowing just how prone to being victimized he apparently still is. He knew it wasn’t rational, given the things that had happened to Hotch and the fact that all of them were in this locked room as victims together.
Hotch looked at him. Spencer couldn’t read his expression at all. Eventually he just nodded and let it drop.
Before any of them could say another word, there was a banging at the door. The hatch on the other side of the door chamber opened.
Derek got to the door first, trying to rip the hatch on their side open. He shouted at the door “What do you want?! Talk to me! Just tell us what you want!”
There was no response.
The only thing they could see was a hand covered in a thick leather glove sliding a piece of paper in. It was a smaller hand than expected.
He continued pulling but the panel didn’t budge until the other one had closed completely. Derek stumbled backwards as the panel suddenly released.
“It’s soundproof,” Spencer said, despairing. “There was no sound of footsteps on the other side.”
Emily grabbed the note from the chamber. They all whipped around to watch her as she read the words aloud.
“Hello, old friends,” she started, all of them frozen in place and hanging off her every word. “I know you are wondering why you are here. It is simple. You dragged my secrets into the light and then put me in a cage. At first I wanted to get revenge. Then I watched you for a long time and I learned all about you and I learned that we are the same. I saw how you are suffering. How you are scared. All hiding. I remember when I had to hide. For so long I hid even from myself. Now, because of you, I am free. Even when I was in a cage, I was free, because I had no secrets anymore.
I want to give you the freedom you gave to me. Soon, you will not have secrets. You will see that in this room you cannot hide and that when there is nothing left to hide, you will be free.”
Emily looked up from the letter, meeting all of their eyes in turn. There was a painful lump in Spencer’s throat.
If he was being honest with himself, he knew it as soon as he woke up in this room and saw them all there. He knew they weren’t going to make it out in time. He knew the Unsub must have watched him closely enough to know what was going on with him. He knew he wasn’t making it out of this without all of them seeing him for exactly who he is.
Now, he thought, might be the time to fall apart.
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Me whispering at my blorbos: you're never beating the homosexual allegations.
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lavenderlegends · 5 months
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can you fall in love after a single kiss?
ship: stiles/derek prompt: crisp air characters: erica, scott, isaac, danny, jackson, allison mention, boyd mention cw: drinking tags: college au, fluff word count: 2.6k ao3 ♞♚♞♚
"Ahhhh," Stiles says, as he steps out into the crisp fall air. He looks over at Erica. "Do you feel that?"
"Hm?" she says, looking up from her phone. "What's that?"
"The air! Fall has begun!" Stiles exclaims. He nudges her. "C'mon, why aren't you enjoying this?"
"Because," Erica says, looking back down at her phone as they walk down the path towards the parking lot. "I've got a lot going on at the moment."
"Mhm, it's that guy, isn't it?" Stiles asks, trying to peek at her screen. She hides it from him with a pointed expression.
"None of your business," she answers.
"Ugh. Well, will I at least see you at Danny's party?" Stiles shoves his hand into his pocket, searching for his Jeep keys. Erica doesn't answer by the time he's pulled out the bi flag lanyard, so he pouts. "Ericaaaa, midterms are over. We have to celebrate. Please tell me you're coming to Danny's party."
"What?" she asks, looking up at him. "Oh. Danny's party. Yes. I'll be there."
"Will he be there?" Stiles asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Erica's face flushes in a way he's never seen before. She shrugs. "Maybe."
"I can't wait to meet the mystery man, then."
"He's not a mystery man. He's just a guy I met at the library." Erica bites her bottom lip when they reach his Jeep and are about to say goodbye. He doesn't rush to open the door.
"What is it?"
"I think... oh my god, I can't believe I'm even thinking this, let alone saying this... but..."
"Spit it out already," Stiles says, shaking with impatience. He should've taken his Adderall today, but definitely forgot. He likes to pretend he does better studying without it, but his most recent midterm would prove otherwise.
Erica ducks her head. "I think he's, like, the one."
"What," Stiles blurts. He doesn't mean to, really, but he's never ever heard Erica talk like this and they've been best friends since kindergarten. Stiles waits until she lifts her head up again before he asks, "Are you possessed?"
She shakes her head.
Stiles blinks. "Holy shit, Erica! That's huge. I never thought you'd settle down for a boyfriend, let alone the one."
Erica lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, me neither. I don't know what it is about him, Stiles, but he gets me."
"Does he...?"
"Know I'm trans? Yeah," Erica says, nodding. "I know. It's strange, isn't it? I don't think I've ever been on a second date before."
"But this guy?"
"This guy," Erica confirms, a shy smile crossing her lips. "This guy is something else. Listen, I'm going to go shopping before Danny's party. I want to look good. I'll catch up with you later?"
"Sounds good."
"And if you tell anyone what I said--"
He laughs. "As if anyone would believe me."
"True." Erica grins, and bounces away with a skip in her step. Stiles stares after her.
This party is going to be one to remember.
Erica's in love. It's obvious. She just met the guy a week ago, but some things are undeniable.
He smiles to himself as he gets into his Jeep. Maybe, just maybe, the one for him is at the party tonight too.
♞♚♞♚
Stiles shows up a little late, but he meant to be on time. He even set like six alarms to stop his ADHD from getting in the way, but alas, it was pointless. He just hopes Danny isn't mad.
"There you are!" Danny's voice comes when Stiles enters the kitchen.
"Hey, sorry." Stiles hands him a bag of ice. "I know, I know. Super late. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Derek also brought ice."
Stiles jerks his head back. "You asked Derek to bring you ice too?"
"I did," Danny says. "Figured you'd be late. I've known you since high school, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. "I just can't believe you asked Mr. Grumpy Pants to bring ice. It's like asking a bear to step out of their cave while they're hibernating."
"Ha, ha," a sarcastic, dry tone comes from behind him.
Stiles jumps and whips around to see Derek freaking Hale standing behind him. He groans. "Are you everywhere? I swear, you have the hearing of a bat."
Derek tilts his head. "You shouldn't be that surprised to see me. I am Danny's roommate."
"Mhm," Stiles says. "Don't remind me."
Stiles and Derek haven't gotten along since first semester of first year. The guy has been nothing but rude and grumpy to Stiles. His theory is that Derek's in love with Danny, especially because his attitude just got worse after he learned that Stiles and Danny used to hook up in high school.
But Danny's been dating Jackson pretty much since they started college, so Stiles doesn't get why Derek's not over him yet.
"Alright, I'm off to find Scott and Isaac!" Stiles announces, before muttering, "'Cause I can't stand to be around you anymore."
Derek snorts. "Like I want to be around you either."
"Can't we be nice for one night?" Danny pleads, but Stiles just tosses his hand in the air and walks towards the living room.
Erica's talking to a very handsome guy in the corner, and she's twirling her hair. He freezes, watching them. He's never seen her twirl her hair before. Ever. But there she is, giggling, and looking up at this guy with the biggest heart-eyes he's ever seen.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Isaac says, suddenly appearing at Stiles' side. Scott joins him on the other side. "I've never seen Boyd talk so much to a girl before."
"Yeah, it's a bit weird," Scott says. "Erica's like... usually on the prowl by now."
"Jesus," Stiles mutters. "You make her sound like a cougar."
"Well, you know what I mean. She eats boys up and spits them out. It's her thing," Scott says. "I've never seen her so... infatuated before."
"That's a great word for it, honey," Isaac says, grinning. He shares a look with Scott, and Stiles groans. "What?"
"You two are also disgustingly in love," Stiles mutters. "Everyone seems to be these days!"
"Calm down," Scott says, but he's still got a moony look towards Isaac on his face. "You'll find the right person soon."
"Uh-huh." Stiles sighs. "I'm going to find Lydia. You two are making me nauseated."
He doesn't wait for them to protest, but heads out to the balcony. He smiles when he finds Lydia alone. She takes a long sip of her drink before looking at him.
"Nice night out, huh?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah." Lydia sighs. "I wish Ally was here tonight."
"Why isn't she?" Stiles asks, glancing back through the windows as if he might magically spot her.
"She went home to visit her parents."
"Are you two...?"
"Yeah," Lydia admits. "We're keeping it on the downlow for now. I mean, her breakup with Kira is still pretty fresh. But..."
"Damn." Stiles rubs his face. "Everyone seems to be in a relationship these days."
Lydia pats his shoulder. "I'm sorry, darling. You'll find someone. I just know it."
"Yeah. That's what they keep telling me." Stiles sighs.
Lydia finishes her drink and then says, "I'm going back inside. You coming?"
"I think I'll stay out here for now." Stiles doesn't care if he shivers. Nothing is going to make him go back inside now.
Erica has Boyd. Danny's with Jackson. Scott and Isaac have been dating for almost a year. Now Lydia and Allison? When is it going to be his turn?
Stiles stretches his neck before leaning over the edge of the balcony. He's looking into a parking lot, and it's not very exciting, but he can sort of see the city lights from here, and that's nice. He guesses.
He's not drunk enough for this.
Maybe he should ditch the party, curl up, and watch Disney Plus. Anything would be better than this. Being alone. Again. As always.
"Room for one more out here?"
Stiles freezes at the sound of Derek's voice before turning. "What do you want?"
"Thought maybe we could talk." Derek shuts the door gently behind him. "What do you say?"
"Whatever," Stiles mutters.
"What's your problem with me?" Derek asks, as if he doesn't already know. Stiles glances at him again but can't stare too long because his heart has started to pound.
He's never actually been alone with Derek before.
"Like you don't know," Stiles mutters.
"I don't," Derek says, flatly.
"You've been nothing but rude to me, and you only got ruder once you learned about my history with Danny."
Derek blinks. "What are you talking about?"
"Sure. Play dumb." Stiles rolls his eyes. He turns to face Derek now, surprised at how close they are together. It's not a huge balcony, but it's not that small either.
Derek looks down at Stiles, just slightly, and asks, "Talk to me like I'm dumb."
"Fine." Stiles lifts his head and bites his lip. Derek's eyes are unwavering on his. "You are the rudest person I have ever met. You totally changed your vibe around me after the news about Danny and I came out. You were stiffer, and not in like, a fun way. You wouldn't look me in the eyes. You just... grunted. A lot. Danny was my first. I was his first. It was all very sweet, but just because you're in love with Danny, doesn't mean you have like... claim on him. He's his own person. And he chose Jackson. So, I don't get why you're such an asshole to me."
Stiles is shaking now, but he doesn't care.
The crisp fall air has turned cold.
And then...
Derek kisses him.
Stiles would jerk back if he had the ability to think. But Derek's lips are hot against his, and suddenly, Stiles is grabbing onto Derek's sweater, and holding him there.
He'd be lying if he said this hadn't popped into his mind before. But he never thought... never in a million years imagined... never...
Derek pulls away, but not far.
His voice is soft but gruff when he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Then he turns on his heels and walks back into the party. As if he hadn't just given Stiles the best kiss of his life.
"What the fuck?" Stiles whispers, bringing his shaking fingers up to his lips.
He doesn't know what to make of that, so he stays out on the balcony until it's too cold, and then when he goes back into the party, Derek's already gone.
♞♚♞♚
He can't stop thinking about it. He might actually understand Erica's obsession with her phone and Boyd now. Stiles waits. He waits for some sort of flicker of hope that maybe Derek kissing him was real. That maybe it wasn't a fluke.
But no notifications ever come. No Instagram follow. No accidental Tweet like. Not even a Facebook friend request.
Stiles hates it.
♞♚♞♚
"Hey darling, I'm sorry, but I have to bail on our shopping trip today," Lydia tells him on the phone a few days later. "Allison had a rough time at home, and came back to campus early. I'm going to go over to hers, is that okay?"
"Yeah, of course," Stiles says, absentmindedly.
"Okay, thank you!" Lydia sends kisses through the phone and hangs up.
It takes him a minute to realize they've said goodbye and she's gone.
He's busy staring at Danny's messages in Whatsapp and debating on what to say.
Nothing sounds right.
hey your dumb roommate kissed me
hey can you fall in love after a single kiss
hey I was wondering if I could come over?
The last one, he sends.
Danny gives him a thumbs-up and Stiles makes his way over. He hesitates at the door, but it swings open and Jackson stands there.
"Jesus!" Jackson says. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Stilinski. What are you doing here?"
"Uhhh."
"We're going to hang out and play some video games!" Danny's voice comes from somewhere in the apartment.
"That," Stiles says.
"Alright," Jackson replies, shaking his head. "Just, like, knock next time." He pauses to call back to Danny. "Love you!"
"Love you too!" Danny shouts.
Jackson heads out and leaves the door open for Stiles. He slowly inches his way into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.
"Is, uh, Derek here?" Stiles asks.
"Huh?" Danny says, coming into the living room. He wears a bright smile. "No, no. He hasn't been around all week. Studying for some big test he has next week, I guess. The apartment's all ours."
"Where's Jackson going?"
"Oh, his dad's in town, so they're having dinner."
Danny gives Stiles a quick hug. "C'mon, let's play."
"Sure."
It's reasonable of Danny to assume Stiles wants to play a video game, but all he wants to do right now is ask about Derek. He shoves his questions deep down though.
At least, until he can't hold it in any longer. They're three hours deep into the newest game Danny bought and Stiles blurts, "Why would Derek kiss me?"
Danny freezes, pauses the game, and turns to look at Stiles. "He did what now?"
"He kissed me. At your party. On that balcony. Last week." Stiles breathes. He's finally told someone else and it feels good. "Why... why would he do that?"
"I... I honestly don't know," Danny says, slowly. His eyebrows come together. "Although, now that I think about it, he does ask about you sometimes."
"He does?" Stiles asks, hating how hopeful he sounds.
"Yeah. Like he asked if I had heard from you after the party," Danny explains. "I thought it was a little weird, but... Derek's kind of weird, y'know? Keeps to himself a lot."
"Right." Stiles bites his lip. "Okay, you know what, let's not talk about it anymore. Pretend it never happened."
Because that's what Derek's doing.
"Sure thing," Danny says, and hits play on the game. Stiles is almost instantly killed.
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Stiles is walking to class with Erica through the courtyard when he finally sees Derek for the first time since the party.
"Hey, I'm not feeling well suddenly." Stiles puts a hand over his stomach. "Dairy issues."
Erica scrunches her nose. "Gross, Stiles. You really don't need to tell me that every time. And also, stop eating dairy!"
Normally, he'd laugh, but he's too tense. "Catch you back at home?"
"Sure. Feel better," Erica says, kissing him on the cheek.
Stiles waits until she's in the building and out of sight before he crosses the courtyard. His heart pounds so loud he can hear it. He's losing his nerve the closer he gets, but he doesn't stop.
"You kissed me."
Derek swings his head up from his textbook. He meets Stiles' eyes and calmly says, "Yes."
"Why?" Stiles asks, slipping into the picnic table bench. "Because I've been thinking and thinking and nothing makes sense except--"
"I have a crush on you." Derek says it so clear-as-day, it almost shakes Stiles' core.
"But why?"
Derek swallows before answering. He keeps his voice low. "Because you are so unafraid to be yourself. Because you clearly care about our mutual friends. Because you show up with ice even when you're an hour late. Because you're loud and obnoxious and funny and a smart ass. Because you don't care that my parents are rich and my dad's the dean of our school. You treat me the exact same way. You don't tiptoe around me or ask me for favours or try to get in good with me to get in with my dad."
Stiles blinks. He's positive that at some point Danny told him about Derek's parents, but he didn't realize that people... did that to Derek because of them. He swallows.
"I... I see."
"Does that answer your question?" Derek asks.
"Yes. But I have one more."
Derek simply stares at him.
Stiles musters up all his courage and says, "Can we do it again?"
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Sterek kink/bdsm club fic
*** wanna write this but could use some help cuz I’d like 30+ ish chapters. Lmk if you’re interested must be 18+ to participate. Supernaturals & pack dynamics exist but supernaturals aren’t known outside of other supernaturals (they all got a spidey sense for it) , Derek is led to supernatural club by his mentor. Stiles and lydia are co owners of said club. All characters will be 21+***
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Scott McCall , Jackson Whittemore, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin, Issac lanhey, Allison argent , Cora hale, Jordan Parrish, Malia Hale ,Ethan and Aiden Steiner, Braeden (teenwolf)
Main Ships: Sterek(stilesxderek),Berica(boydxerica) , scissac(scottxissac), jethan(Jacksonxethan), malira(maliaxkira), allisaac(Allison x issac), Jordan x Lydia x Aiden(Aydia, marrish, & SOME Jordan x Aiden)
Secondary ships: sterica & stoyd, some derica, some doyd, jydia(cool with each other but past), Malydira(after jydia breakup), (romantic but taking it very slow because they’re new to men but find each other attractive- will cuddle or occasional kiss)Jordan x Aiden, Cora x Isaac (practices flirting with each other 24/7 but 100% platonic lol ), Cora x og female character(romantic)&(ace!Cora likes nude photos cuz she thinks their neat) , mentions of some scallison (cool with each other but past cuz of different views on wanting kids so they aren’t together BUT both really like issac & think he deserves nice things and date him separately)
Main tags:canon-divergent, magical emissary!stiles, Alpha!Derek, Beta! Erica, Boyd, Issac, Cora, Scott, Allison, Aiden , Ethan, Were coyote!Malia, Kanima! Jackson, kitsune!Kira, Mentor/mistress! Braeden (still working on the tags)
***Prequel***- In beacon hills everyone knew everyone and Derek was tired of it. He’s known for a long time now that he’s bi but he’s always wanted to explore his kinks further or attend some kink or bdsm clubs to see what they could offer him. But being from such a small town everyone’s business is a little too intertwined. He knew he had to leave town if he ever wanted to explore this side of himself. So he joined a site for likeminded individuals who wanted to explore their kinks. He didn’t want to go into this blindly so he knew he had to get educated by someone before stepping into this lifestyle. He talked to many people but eventually he ended up becoming friends with a certified mistress,kink educator, and club event coordinator named Braeden. She explained all the ins and out and do’s and don’t to Derek and explained to him that what he might be looking for is a dom/domme. Knowing that he wouldn’t find a dom and maintain his privacy in beacon hills he had asked her about other places he could go outside of cali. After confirming if he was willing to move to explore his kinks. She recommended a some popular locations. But there was one place in particular stuck out to Derek. She told him that there was a lot of options in New York rumored to have some of the best places to vet for a genuine dom. If he was gonna be serious about this lifestyle and invest his time and energy Derek knew he needed to find a job in the same state even if it wasn’t super close to the clubs & that was fine he didn’t need anyone following him home. Working up the nerve to actually move all the way to New York he started applying to jobs that he could put his auto mechanics degree to good use. At the same time filling in braeden that the next few weeks to some months could be a bit hectic on him so he might not be as consistent in messaging. She understood that moves can be messy and helped him find a moving company for his stuff. But he took the time to clean up any loose ends in beacon hills. Soon he found a place and was getting call backs for jobs. After everything was secured, movers moved the last of his things and he was more settled into his new apartment he filled braeden in on his last few weeks. After adjusting a bit more to his new space he called up braeden. He knew there were special ways to get into some club. So he hired braeden as his mistress for the weekend . He invited her over to his home and she gave him a quick rundown of what to expect, rules, and makings of a safe word.
She had told him that there was a club named hourglass that she’d like to take him to but he had to be led in by collar and leash so it’s known that she’d be in charge of him and making decisions about his safety physically and emotionally for the night . He excitedly nods but he knows she always needs a verbal agreement.
“Yes mistress I’d love to see the club you want to take me to, I don’t mind the leash” he said a little breathless.
“Good, I can lead you there but I have some friends that attend events or work there that could potentially point you in a better direction. You’ve been interested in exploring more with men, if you want to chat with specific people you should always come to me first to check if they’re ok to talk to. Some people have limits for themselves or their partners. If anyone piques your interest you can always let me know and play but participating isn’t mandatory if you don’t feel like in getting in anything tonight you don’t have to. If you’re uneasy you can always come find me I’ll be near and keeping a eye out but I want to you have a more organic experience . And last thing most people understand traffic light rules but remember SSC, RACK, and always remember to have a safe word if you plan to participate. And if none of my friends can provide it for you themselves. I’ll always take care of you.” She sends back a flirty wink.
“I.. I don’t know what to wear” he explained.
“That’s alright sweetheart I think I something perfect for you” she grinned. She opens the bag she walked in with.
You sure you aren’t psychic?” He asks. She laughs “no I just know you’re a newbie.
She pulls out a long sleeve mesh shirt, tiny leather shorts that would barley hold anything, and a slim black leash attached to a soft collar with a spiral on it looked like a piece of the tattoo on his back.
“I let the club owners and staff know I’m bringing you today so if they see a tall, tan, and handsome man with a spiral collar just to keep and eye out in case there’s an emergency and I’m not near.” She explained. “ now get dressed and let’s get going” she handed over the bag.
“Are you changing too?”Derek asked curiously.
“Yes sweetheart I’m already dressed under this” she emphasized by picking up the edge of her shirt.
“Yes sweetheart I’m already dressed under this” she emphasized by picking up the edge of her shirt.
Additional possible tags: established friendships and relationships for the most part, polyamory, partner switching, smut with plot, supernatural kink club, primal dom, primal sub, cuckolding, switch/verse ,asphyxiation, ropeplay, blood play, knife play, vampirism, Voyeurism, spanking, feet, handcuffs, blindfolds, role play, Olfactophilia, Navel fetishism, Odaxelagnia, Narratophilia, Pygophilia, Omorashi, Pedal pumping, Salirophilia, Troilism, Wet and messy fetishism, Autoerotic asphyxiation, Feederism, Transvestic fetishism, Toxophilia, Lactophilia, Liquidophilia, Maiesiophilia, Maschalagnia, Mazophilia, Pictophilia, Kleptophilia, Algolagnia, Heterophilia, Hoplophilia, Hybristophilia, etc.(a lot honestly lol)
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mmoosen · 5 days
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Seven Sentence Sunday + WIP Wednesday + Tease Tidbit Tuesday = This
tagged by @maplesyrizzup @ksbbb @wolfboy88 and @arewordsenough
i have managed more bullet points for my Nalett (Nolan x Alec x Brett) so here we go. I give you seven bullet points:
Brett and Lori live in a 2-bed apartment in Derek’s building, with Hayden living down the hall. Brett Gwen and Hayden in colleges in BH. Mason Liam Corey Theo closer to LA for their LA universities. Lori, Nolan, Gabe, Sydney, and Alec are still in high school.
As winter is wrapping up, Brett and Alec are navigating being official, but their sexual preferences are slowly becoming more difficult while monogamous. The issues continued from when they weren’t official, but the boys have several conversations about boundaries and partners before they both agree to non-romantic third partners on occasion.
Senior year ends with the rest of the pack walking away from high school and college is in the near future for Alec and the younger crew.
That whole time, Nolan and Gabe have been in an on-off relationship since they were 15. But have been on since the start of senior year. The whole Hunters time was a weird loyalty-to-each-other but would rather die than admit it; once the Anukite dies/Monroe flees, Gabe and Nolan have an actual conversation about why they acted the way they did: they were scared to lose the other. They start dating the month after, but don’t tell many people.
Before the youngest go to college, Nolan and Gabe are not at their bi-weekly Friday hangout. The largest booth at [name] Diner is unofficially reserved for as many Puppy Pack members as possible to eat dinner with each other then go out partying at Sinema/Jungle. One of the Fridays that Nolan and Gabe promised to go, they aren't responding to texts / calls.
“Coin flip. Heads they forgot; tails they’re fucking.” Hayden
Between Theo wanting to scare the boys and Corey losing a rock paper scissors with Gwen, the boys (minus Alec) are tasked with getting Nolan and Gabe. Theo’s truck and Masons’ car pull up to Gabe’s house to hear yelling from the house. As they park on the street and start walking up to the door, they catch words coming from the open window as one shadow is running around while the other is desperately trailing behind.
i am not subjecting anybody to me three tag game monstrosity buttttt if anyone tagged wants to do the Sunday one, feel free. @thiamsxbitch @theoceanismyinkwell @chasing-chimeras @rd-eternity @outcastpack @rhyslahey and anyone else who wants to
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themaradwrites · 3 months
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Meet the OC: Nate Gray
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Fandom: Jurassic World
Series link: Jurassic World: That’s The Illusion!
Name: Nathaniel Alexander Gray
Nickname: Nate
Birthdate: 12th August 1980
Face Claim: Derek Theler
Hair: Dirty Blond
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'5" / 195cm
Occupation: InGen Security Officer
Partner: Sam Patterson
Family: Parents both in the Army, no siblings
Kids: None…yet
Bio:
Nate Gray grew up in an army family. His parents were both in the army, his grandparents on both sides served in World War II. Neither his parents nor grandparents were particularly affectionate. Though he knew his family loved him, he struggles as an adult to remember a time they ever actually said “I love you” to him. His mother’s family said “Ti’n a fi am byth” - Welsh for “You’re worth the world” - and that was the closest he’d ever come.
Due to how often he moved, he had no close friendships he was able to maintain and very few possessions. His most prized childhood toy, though, stayed with him to adulthood - a tiny plastic archaeopteryx.
As a kid, he wanted to study dinosaurs, but the expectation from his family was that he would join the military. Not wanting to disappoint them, he skipped applying for college and went straight into the army.
After a few years excelling in the special forces, he was stationed in Costa Rica when an emergency call came in from Isla Nublar and Nate and his team were sent in. One of the juvenile Allosauruses had escaped on the north side of the island, well away from the tourists. Nate successfully captured the Allosaurus and he and his team brought it back to its paddock.
As a result, he was recruited into InGen Security by Vic Hoskins. 
From the get-go he didn’t like Hoskins, but he couldn’t turn down the insane six figure salary. Or the opportunity to work with the dinosaurs he’d loved since childhood. That led him to working at Jurassic World.
With the exception of working for Hoskins, it seemed to be a dream job. He got to spend his spare time working with the animals there. And he made acquaintance with some of the animal trainers, who’d let him watch their training sessions after hours. Including Owen Grady & Barry Sembene.
Tagging: @munstysmind @arrthurpendragon @bi-ologistofthehills @mrsmungus @bardic-tales @chickensarentcheap @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @thatmagickjuju @thebejeweledwatercat @kingsmakers @curiousdamage
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forabeatofadrum · 1 month
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El WooWoo! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for tagging me. And also a very happy EFG to all who celebrate. Oh, and happy birthday Derek Malik Nurse!
I posted my first entry to the @februaryfridayevents yesterday and here's something for the second entry. It isn't finished yet and it's kind of a sequel to the third entry of last year:
Carys is sat in her room and she’s listening. For the first time, she is taking her time to do so. She sits back in her office chair and takes in her brother’s words. Aled’s asked her directly if she wants to contribute to the continuation of Universe City. He claims it’s no longer his story, but it’s theirs. After all, Carys is February Friday, even though Aled did change it to Radio’s Lost Brother instead of their sister, just to create some distance. Carys appreciates it, but it’s still so obviously about her, it’s almost laughable how fans thought it was romantic. Well, okay, she can get that, because Radio speaks of their brother with affection and adoration and if you aren’t aware that it’s about love between family members, many would indeed make the assumption that it’s romantic love. It’s just clear to Carys how much Aled loves her.
Anyway, we'll see when it goes up.
And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cerriddwenluna @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @that-disabled-princess @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla ​ @wellbelesbian ​​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost
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yourmomxx · 2 years
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Outerbanks. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦  . • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒
the birthmark on his cheek - jj maybank x male!reader
jj maybank relationship headcanons - jj maybank x male!reader
jj maybank relationship headcanons - jj maybank x female!reader
the art of making a house a home - jj maybank x male!reader
prom date - jj maybank x male!reader
glory and gore - jj maybank x male!reader
girl crush - jj maybank x male!reader | requested
so much for the larger couch - coming soon | jj maybank x male!reader
heal my shattered heart (tear it all apart) - coming soon | rafe cameron x reader
American Housewife. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦. ✺ ° ★ . ° .  
snow on the beach (weird but fucking beautiful) - masterlist
Criminal Minds. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦  . • ✺ ° ★ .
hotch x plus size reader - requested
derek morgan taking care of you (smothering you) when you’re hurt) - requested
emily prentiss x wife!reader - requested
domestic evenings with aaron hotchner / spencer reid - nurse!reader | requested
accidentally revealing your secret relationship - aaron hotchner x reader | requested
Teen Wolf. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦  . • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒
stiles stilinski falling in love with a chimera headcanon - stiles stilinski x male!reader
Celebrities. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦  . • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒
madelyn cline social media au part 2 - fem!reader
lando norris social media au - fem!singer!reader
madelyn cline x fem!reader - requested
Random Shitposts. ⊹ °. * ✧ . ✦  . • ✺ °
cat
mommy wanda
comfort characters
happy pride
make it make sense
b♡♡bs
just like other girls
the two people that made me realize I was indeed not straight
(maybe) unpopular opinions on thor: love and thunder
writer problems
tumblr design change
tumblr hates me
the eddie munson effect
jonathan byers in s3
love me a dilf
ed sheeran on tour
german bi panic
don’t worry darling
epic
violent night
couples of dreamworks>>
train em young
john wig
I’m back!
lorde >>
(anti) depressants
öbb
scream vi
ethan landry is bae
e.l. 🤝 l.d.r
plans - iq
new show, new father figure
buddie = destiel
office shenanigans
911 - 4.04
even more buddie
the big question - iq
flagged for violence
“just for fun”
tag list (?)
birthday
hs: lot
katy mixon
escape from reality
rwrb
maahp
cooliver fanfic?
cooliver fanfic.
lion king 2
charles leclerc
please send requests
making money - iq
christmas special fandom poll
mlp soundtrack
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triskhellion · 6 months
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WIP Whursday
Tagged by @dear-massacre
The fics I've been working on the most I can't post yet (I've been trying to stay off here the last few days because I have so many thiiiings to write ahhhhh,) but here's a bit of a Sterek in Jamaica one:
Afterward they ambled around some more, passing by various shops and vendors. Stiles bought a green shirt that said “Who cyaan ‘ear, muss feel” in white letters with a stylized donkey on it and Derek got a gorgeous mahogany leather wallet engraved on the front with an anchor in the center and ferns and hibiscus flowers around the edges. Lastly, on the way back they stopped where a man was selling cut and peeled pieces of sugar cane. 
“Of course you would buy a cup of straight sugar,” Derek teased as they continued on.
“Hey, it’s bi sugar because I’m eating it,” he replied, taking the stick he’d been chewing on out of his mouth. “And anyway, this is unrefined from a plant. Plants are healthy, I don’t make the rules.” 
Derek snorted and shook his head, but grabbed one of the sticks himself. 
Huh, maybe the werewolf wasn’t as immune to the sun as he thought. He looked a little red.
Back in their room he set the rest on the table for later and then flopped onto his bed, turning on the satellite tv and flipping through channels as Derek sat up at the headboard of his and found where he left off in his book. They went out again an hour or so later in time to watch the sunset over the ocean behind the clusters of buildings. 
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zephfair · 5 months
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@kelliealtogether Thank you so much for the tag! 😘 I was just looking at stats the other day, and it’s interesting!
How many works do you have on ao3? 58
What’s your total ao3 word count? 573,770
What fandoms do you write for? Currently The Raven Cycle. Previously Bleach, Teen Wolf, FF7, Da Vinci’s Demons, Bi no Isu, and Weiss Kreuz. And Tokio Hotel but those half-million words are on another archive. Still have a couple unfinished fics for most old fandoms except TH.
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Creature Comforts Teen Wolf. weird Stiles-Derek meet-cute that got so popular (for me) that I wrote a second part.
Will You Accept This Rose? The Raven Cycle. My crack-filled little baby to get Ronan and Adam together on the set of The Bachelorette.
Friends make the best lovers Bleach. Ichigo and Grimmjow school AU.
Familiarity breeds contempt (and affection) Bleach. Ichigo and Grimmjow magic AU.
Fix Me Up Good Teen Wolf. Uuuuugh I can’t believe this ranks so highly 🥴 because it’s a stupid PWP I wrote literally just to see if my writing was any good because my stuff on the other archive never got much attention. It’s awful and I’ve thought many times about abandoning it, but I keep it to humble myself.😶‍🌫️
Do you respond to comments? I want to! I always do in my mind! I love and appreciate each comment more than you’ll ever know! Then I get busy irl and forget to come back and actually write down the damn response. 😖 By then, too much time has passed so my social anxiety kicks in and assumes that I’d be bothering or obnoxious, so I just don’t respond. Please forgive me. 😢 (PLEASE NOTE: I’ve received years’ old responses to my comments and they thrill me to my core! It’s awesome. I just figure I’d be upsetting the commenters so I don’t do it.)
What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don’t write angst, BUT I did write Sailing Off Anchor which is set between two episodes of Da Vinci’s Demons where they rip apart the two characters who’d finally come together (we all wished carnally) and worked so well together. So ofc, the storytellers tore them apart, put one back in his horribly toxic situation, and that was it for the best part of the series. How am I still so bitter?? So, yeah, my fic has a canonical ending so it’s not hopeful.
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? All the rest of them. I want escapism when I read and write so I try to give the characters a … happy ending. 😉😏 Some more literally than others.
Do you get hate on fics? No, I’ve never gotten true hate, thank you all. I had one DVD reviewer who would ruthlessly critique my fics for plotting, pacing, OOC-ness, but they actually made some really good points, so if it was hate, it backfired.
Do you write smut? Yeah. 😏😘
Do you write crossovers? Yes, I have and I would again.
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.
Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! For TH, translations into Spanish, Portuguese, and Russian, I think. For DVD, Russian.
Have you ever co written a fic? No, but I’d be possibly willing to try. I just have a very chaotic approach to writing that I’m not sure would be amenable to sharing. 😂
What’s your all time favourite ship? All of them! 🤣 I loved writing Leo/Riario for DVD, I loved writing Zack/Cloud for FF7, and I’m loving Adam/Ronan for TRC which is my only pairing that ever actually made it to canon.
What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Never say never! I was doing a multi-chapter re-write of DVD at one point, but I know I’ll never finish it because I don’t have the time or energy. And there’s only three or four of us still around, and unfortunately, I would need some external validation to ever take on a project that big again.
What are your writing strengths? N/A I just want to make readers smile, and I will feel thrilled if I make you laugh.🤣
What are your writing weaknesses? All of them? Probably can’t/won’t plot—just vibes. 😋
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I’m a sorry excuse for a language student, so I don’t even attempt to write in another language. There’s too much nuance needed that online translation can’t handle. In TRC, there’s a smattering of Latin here and there in fics I read, and that’s cool, but I truly appreciate when you add a translation in the text or foot notes. I won’t be googling that.
First fandom you wrote for? Weiss Kreuz, but I never posted it except on my locked LJ. The first fic I ever wrote then later posted was FF7 on FFN. The first fic I ever wrote then immediately posted was for TH. ...You can tell I have anxiety.😭
Favourite fic you’ve ever written? That’s like asking a parent to choose their favorite kid! I love so many of them for so many reasons and moods. Probably the one I’m most proud of is Sailing Off Anchor because I still feel like I hit the characters perfectly. For rom-com fluff, Will You Accept This Rose? because I got to write the silly scenes I could see so clearly in my mind. For sheer zany comedy (which seems to be what I’m leaning toward more these days) Special Delivery because it’s based on a true story, and it was so much fun to embellish it and put Ronan through things.😉🤣
I'm going to tag @flightspathfic @lizpaige and @mychemicalrachel but ONLY if you want to/have the time. 😘💖💖💖
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And Still I Rise
https://archiveofourown.org/works/49996081 by rachelarcher “Telling Stiles that is going to make him want to participate.” He let out a growl to let his dad know that wasn’t one hundred percent accurate, more like he was wondering if there were images anywhere of Derek - and wow, was he going to have his bi-awakening while stuck in a wolf pelt? He felt his internal panic sort of rise, he let out a whimper, and thumped his head against the dividing grate, grumbling low in his chest as he did so. Now was not the time to be thinking about Derek in any way other than boss and alpha - and oh no, the red eyes… Stiles was screwed. “Please tell me you're lying.” Noah declared, “I don’t want to have to look up the possibilities of Hale porn.” Claudia cackled and did not withdraw her previous statement. Words: 16898, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Laura Hale, Talia Hale, Original Hale Character(s) (Teen Wolf), The Hale Family (Teen Wolf), Stiles Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Original Stilinski Character(s) (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Gerard Argent, Victoria Argent, The Argent Family (Teen Wolf), Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Kali (Teen Wolf), Ennis (Teen Wolf), Danny Māhealani, Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Werewolves - Character Relationships: implied Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale Additional Tags: Fandom Typical Violence, Hale Family Feels, The Hale's live (sort of), Pack-Family Feels, Stiles and Derek deserve good things, Peter Hale deserves good things, Werewolf Culture, Werewolf Hunters, Hunters & Hunting, Magic, Necromancy, Spark Stiles Stilinski read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49996081
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Tagged By The Lovely @kingofdarkness00
What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?
Stefen/Elena or Elena/Damon or Bella/Jacob
Which ship would you consider your first one?
Lizzie & Gordo (Lizzie McGuire) or Kim/Ron (Kim Possible) Sam & Freddy, Seddie (iCarly) I Was Actually Really Well Known In The Seddie Community
Blue/Magenta (Blue's Clues): If You Want To Go Really Young
I am sucker to the best friends to lover troupe.
Your first fanfic was about which couple?
It was probably an iCarly or Hannah Montana or Harry Potter or Camp Rock Fan Fiction
Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?
I don't remember it it might have been Danny/Sam (Danny Phantom)
Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?
No, it is too much drama.
Did you used to have any NOTP or have one currently?
I don't really have NOTP. Also, long as it does not erase a queer character's identity. I have seen people seen ship Steve/Robin when Robin a gay, she does not like boys. No incest or no extreme age gaps. Though, there are topic things I like reading about but would never want to watch on the screen.
Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?
Donna/Harvey from Suits
Currently, do you have any OTPs?
Byler, Buddie, Tarlos
Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?
Not that I can think of at the moment.
Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?
Not that I can think of.
Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?
Stiles/Derek, Sterek (Teen Wolf)
I did not take it seriously it was mostly for fun. But it is pretty shitty they used queer-baiting and sterek to promote Teen Wolf. Their primary age teenager and young adult, Stiles and Derek were 15 and 25 when they met they should have not have been encouraging that kind of age gap to their young audience. Though you can not convince my Still was not bi-coded, bi people can still ended up with in a relationship with someone of the opposite gender/sex.
Sam & Freddy, Seddie (iCarly)
If Freddy was a girl and Sam was a boy, their friendship/relationship would have considered abusive and bullying. Boys hitting girls is a big no no.
What is your favorite crack ship?
I don't really have one.
What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?
Probably Mike/Will, Byler or Bucky/Steve, Stucky (Captain America) or Buck/Eddie, Buddie. Again I am a sucker for a good best friends to lovers story.
What do most of your ships have in common?
Best Friends To Lovers or Enemies To Lovers, Loud Outgoing Personality With Chill Sensitive Personality, Introvert & Extrovert, Height Difference, Repressed & Expressive, Curly Hair & Straight Hair
What do you absolutely hate in a ship?
Not that I can think of.
Tagging But No Pressure: @anewkindofme @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad. @actuallyadhd. @lochnesswriter
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Hello. I hope you are doing well. Do you know any good sterek ff that is Covid related. This pandemic has influenced our whole lives and I have yet to read a good ff. So thanks
I can't vouch for the quality but here's some. Let me know if they're any good.
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send in the guard by elisela
(1/1 I 3,060 I General)
For a moment, Derek thinks it’s over without any familial attempts at humiliating him. Laura calls out a friendly thank you, puts the car in gear—and then Cora lunges over Derek instead of buckling her seatbelt, grabbing onto the window and nearly pulling herself halfway out.
“My brother thinks you’re hot!” she yells, and Derek twists a hand in the back of her shirt and yanks her backwards, causing her to hit her head on the top of the door and curse at him, slapping him in the arms.
Laura laughs and steps on the gas—but Derek still hears the guardsman laugh when they drive away as he yells, “Tell your brother the feeling is mutual!”
We All Need Someone To Stay by sterekhale
(8/8 I 46,240 I Explicit)
It was supposed to be a simple three-day trip down to Mexico and back. A favor for Scott. He was going alone – could’ve easily handled it alone – but after his Jeep broke down an hour into the trip, Derek showed up and decided to tag along. The world went to shit by the time they got back to California and their recent travel forced them into quarantine for fourteen days. In Derek’s one bedroom apartment. Together.
They could survive two weeks.
Probably.
The Great Bi Awakening by HisBeloved
(32/? I 113,011 I Explicit)
The Sterek social isolation quarantine room mates fic no one asked for, OR After Berkeley evicts the students because of coronavirus and Lydia breaks up with him, Stiles finds himself living with Derek Hale. Because they are almost best friends. Do I even have to tell you where this is going? Stiles' viewpoint, semi-slow burn, a little angst over the past but not a lot. Mostly written; many chapters on the way.
AND
@cuddlesandherbaltea suggested this one. It's been deleted but here's a PDF.
i built a home for you and me by starcanopus
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I posted 847 times in 2022
13 posts created (2%)
834 posts reblogged (98%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@fyeahsterek72
@nerdherderette
@outtoshatter
@twsterekbigbang
@sterek-stuffs
I tagged 45 of my posts in 2022
#sterek - 23 posts
#stiles stilinski - 12 posts
#derek hale - 11 posts
#teen wolf - 9 posts
#chaos event - 4 posts
#sterek big bang 2022 - 4 posts
#tyler hoechlin - 3 posts
#fanart - 3 posts
#seanchaidh7 is so ridiculously talented - 3 posts
#human au - 2 posts
Longest Tag: 53 characters
#have to read capturef derek fic but again amazing art
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Food for thought
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Chapter 33 of The Great Bi Awakening is up
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After the Bite.
In which: Stiles wants to claim Derek. Derek melts. He's also very horny. Peter shows up at the loft. He and Stiles scheme.
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THE CURE
Published today as part of @sterekreversechallenges 2022 Reverse Bang
Read it here
Based on Art and a prompt by @d0gbite (CreationMyth on AO3) with additional moodboards and playlist by @d0gbite in the fic
Fic by @fyeahsterek72 (HisBeloved on AO3)
Summary:
When it began, it was subtle. Dreams within dreams that felt real, his awake moments less real than the time spent asleep. Dreams where he was with Lydia - sleeping, sitting at lunch, driving somewhere vitally important.
Why was he with Lydia? Were they together? When and how did it happen? When he asked himself these questions, the answers simply came and that felt like enough, even if the answers were nonsensical.
After a while, he didn’t feel the need to question the why anymore.
This is a pre-slash, canon divergent story that looks at Stiles' possession by the Nogitsune from his point of view with a moment before the confrontation at the loft in which Derek agrees to host the Nogitsune in exchange for Stiles' life.
Rated Explicit for Graphic Depictions of Violence and Major Character Death. This one has All The Angst.
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The Curse of the Love Sweater
Coming July 23
Written by: HisBeloved (fyeahsterek72/droppedstitches72
With Art by: delete-risks
Rating: E (56K, human au, yarn store au, knitting au, YouTuber Stiles, knitwear designer Derek, so much fluff, explicit sexual content, prepare to get diabetes it’s so sweet)
Excerpt:
“Welcome to Lucky Ewe! On Lucky Ewe, my best friends Scott and Erica and I talk about yarn, knitting, crochet, and all other things yarnie!  Lucky Ewe is a community yarn shop in Beacon Hills, California and we like to think of ourselves as the neighborhood hangout for the crafty types.  We do online orders, too; you can find our web address below and in the show notes!” 
“I'm Stiles, this is my best friend in the entire world, stepbrother, and co-owner, Scott McCall - Scottie, I’m so happy you could join us today!  Scott’s a veterinarian, too, so he doesn’t have all the time in the world, and we’re so happy when he can join us!  And to my left is my sister-from-another-mister Erica Reyes, fellow shopkeeper, fellow knitter, Super Friend!”
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Taking a deep breath, Stiles turned to Scott and said, “So, what did you do this weekend Scott?"
For just a moment, Scott looked like he’d been caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to do. “Um, yeah, Ali and I went out again.  She’s amazing.  And I met her dad, who is terrifying, and his husband, who sort of looked like he wanted to eat me?”
“Well, you are sexy in a lifetime friends sort of way,” Stiles commented, Erica nodding her head in agreement.  “So why the look that you’d been caught?  We love Ali!  She’s been coming here for years; it’s about time you two started dating.”
Looking at the camera, Erica said, “They’ve been mooning disgustingly over each other forever.”
“Like you’re not naming our sale codes after Boyd,” Scott countered, smiling with affection.
“Don’t avoid the question, Scottie.  You know I’ll drag it out of you eventually,” Stiles said.
“Well, the easiest way to meet both her dad and stepdad was - well, see, Peter, her stepdad ..”
“Peter Hale, folks, famous vintner behind Wolf’s Head Wines and SUUUUPER loaded,” Stiles supplied.
“Yeah, him.  He hangs out at his nephew’s store a lot.” Scott replied, looking at his hands, which he was wringing underneath the table.
“His nephew being Derek Hale?  The same Derek Hale who runs The Hale Yarn Company?” Erica challenged, looking aghast.
“It’s not like you haven’t been there a hundred times, what with Boyd working there,” Scott argued back.
“Yes, but you said, and I quote, ‘I will never step foot in The Hale Yarn Company,’ and then Stiles said that was ridiculous, that you could go wherever you wanted, and then you said that Claudia had a good reason for not liking them even though no one knows what that reason was and also that it was in Cottonwood Valley and Cottonwood Valley makes you feel like you should buy a better car and they only have Whole Foods for groceries which is way too expensive and no good fast food...”
“Which, folks, means that they don’t have Panda Express,” Stiles interrupted.
“Panda Express is the bomb,” Scott mused with a smile.
“It’s all about the orange chicken,” Stiles contributed.
Coming Soon to the @twsterekbigbang!
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My #1 post of 2022
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For my birthday in September an anonymous gifter bought me a commission from @seanchaidh7!  Here it is! (I couldn’t be more thrilled with it - look at how beautiful they are!  Look at the lighting in the hall!  Look at their beautiful expressions! Ashley is AMAZING in every way!!)
This art is based on Chapter 15 of my ongoing Sterek COVID roommates fic, The Great Bi Awakening:
And Derek was now fully facing Stiles and they'd stepped closer to each other.
"Yeah?" breathed Stiles as Derek looked at his lips again and then looked Stiles in the eyes.
Derek nodded.
Stiles - he just couldn't think.  Because Derek Hale was beautiful.  The most beautiful person to have ever been created.  And Derek Hale opened up to him and would rip his soul out for Stiles if he thought that was what it took to help Stiles.  And Stiles would do the same in a second.   Immediately.
And that's when Stiles realized it, fully and completely and without a doubt.  That's when he knew that this is what it feels like - this, here, with Derek - this is what it feels like to love someone.  Wholly and completely and without reservation. The opening up and the vulnerability and the trust and the safety, it was love.  And having a past with a person, and being best friends with them.  And picking out their furniture and them holding you when you cry and then wiping  the snot off of your face in the still of the night.   This was love.
He was in love with Derek Hale.  And he was pretty damn sure that Derek Hale was in love with him.
His lips were so close, and when Stiles looked up, Derek was staring in his eyes.  He looked so impassioned and open and  ready .  Like he wanted to move in closer but he just couldn't move those last few inches.
So Stiles did it for him.
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ladiekatie · 1 year
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Five Random Things
Five random things from my current WIP, tagged by @outtoshatter
This is from my Sterek Hockey AU that I’ve been thinking a lot about the past couple of weeks.
Stiles was born in Poland. He and his family move to Vancouver when he’s 5.
Derek is not athletic but likes to run. Talia forces Derek to take Stiles on runs.
Derek gets to drive the Zamboni and works at the concessions of the ice rink.
Stiles doesn’t consider himself superstitious, but Derek draws a triskelion on him before a game, and he gets a hatty. Then Derek has to draw a triskelion on him every game.
It takes place in the same universe as Check, Please, so Stiles is a Jack Zimmermann stan, watched Jack and Bitty kiss when the Falconers won the Stanley Cup, and came out to his parents shortly after. He always has bi flag tape on his stick during warm-ups.
I’ll tag @acaranna @withmyteeth and @acountrygirlsfun
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clotpolesonly · 1 year
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Ten Random Lines
Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
tagged by @sapphireginger​ ♥♥♥
this is literally so difficult wtf how do i CHOOSE ok.......
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1) To Be A King
| BBC Merlin | Gen | 127k | Canon Divergent | Royal Merlin | Magic Reveal |
Merlin resisted the urge to adjust the circlet of gold where it sat on his head and made his fringe—his hair was getting long, he thought idly, and he should probably cut it sometime—stick to his forehead. It was a near constant struggle not to fiddle with the unfamiliar weight, but he usually managed to hold himself back, knowing that fidgeting was not dignified.
2) For Shell And Safety
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 45k wip | Outsider POV | Apocalypse |
“We’ll figure all that out later,” Stiles said firmly. “We always manage to figure these things out.”
He was lying. His heartbeat skipped, but Leah was the only one of them to hear it and she couldn’t bring herself to call him out when Derek was looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes like he truly expected Stiles to succeed. He had far more faith in Stiles than Stiles had in himself, that much was clear.
Stiles stepped back out of the circle of firelight, the darkness of night creeping in to wrap around him like a cloak.
3) REM-DAC
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 43k wip | Cyberpunk AU (w/ werewolves) | Technopathy |
If it had been anything like that for Stiles, then Derek envied him his forgetfulness.
4) I'll Dissolve When The Rain Pours In, When The Nightmares Take Me
| Teen Wolf | Stackson | 37k | Canon AU | Soulmates | Post Nogitsune/Kanima |
“Focus on me, Stiles,” Jackson said, firm and insistent, giving him a shake. “Just look at me and nothing else, okay? What do you need? Stiles, this is real. What do I need to do to prove that to you?”
It took Stiles a minute to process the words, to make his eyes stop straying to the door of his closet and the void beyond it, and another to find his voice and force it past the broken glass feeling of his throat.
“Fingers,” he croaked. “Y-you have extra...extra f-fingers in dreams.”
5) These Gordian Knots
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 29k wip | Shibari | Sub Derek | Self-Destructive Behaviors |
He could drown it out, mostly. The method was tried and true, after all. One-fifty-one had never let him down before. If he took enough shots quickly enough, then Derek could fool himself into thinking that he wasn’t completely broken.
6) Patterns In The Ashes
| Teen Wolf | 5.6k | Missing Scene | Family Angst | Ambiguous Relationships |
All that restrained violence was released in a split second. It was a roar that shook the walls and a blur of motion that ended with Allison slammed back against the railing of the stairs in the entryway, Derek’s clawed hands digging into the fragile wood on either side of her head. Part of Allison acknowledged that she could’ve been dead already. The rest told her to push, to take that cruel knife she had lodged inside her, ram it into Derek’s gut instead, and twist.
7) In The Afterimage
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 26k | 6A Rewrite | Everybody Lives AU | Pack Feels |
“It— I can’t—” The Sheriff was shaking his head again, eyes distant as the tears wet his cheeks. “I can’t have forgotten,” he said weakly. “I couldn’t just—”
“You haven’t,” Derek repeated. “This is you remembering him.”
8) The Strongest Among You
| BBC Merlin | Merthur | 21k | Slavery AU | Abuse | BAMF Merlin |
Merlin shook his head, clutching at him. “Don’t make promises,” he said. “Don’t make promises when there’s no way for you to keep them.”
“I will keep them,” Arthur insisted. He pushed Merlin back enough to look him in the face, his heart breaking to see the tear tracks on Merlin’s cheeks. “I know you don’t need me to save you,” he said. “But I will if that’s wh—”
Merlin stopped him with a kiss, wet and messy and a little bit frantic.
9) Magic and Drag Queens and Lizards, Oh My
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | Ace Derek | Bi Stiles | Pride Parades | Fluff |
“Aw, aren’t you two just adorable,” the queen coos. “Derek, honey, is this that cute boy you’ve been telling me about?”
Derek chokes like he’s just inhaled a lungful of glitter. Stiles is pretty sure he’s the one red in the face now because Derek does not say she’s wrong.
10) Roots To Tether By
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | Derek Deserves Nice Things | Pack Feels |
Derek was not wrong about Scott following through on his playful threat. It’s barely three hours later when Stiles’ name pops up on his caller ID, and Derek takes a moment to brace himself before accepting the call.
“So,” Stiles says, smug as anything. “I hear that I’m a smart guy. Tell me more.”
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let me tell you how horrifically difficult this was to narrow down, and i only scrolled through like 2 pages of my stuff before i had to stop just to limit myself cuz i was gonna go on all day finding more and going oKAY BUT WAIT WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE and i just had to put my foot down somewhere arbitrary alkfdjg
i do not have 10 people to choose anymore, and not all the ones that come to mind to tag have enough fics to do it properly 😅 soooo anybody who wants to do it?? consider yourself tagged
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