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lettersofwrittencollective · 5 years

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The Pull (6/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word Count: 1689

Warnings: None apply.

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“Wait, who’s Malia?”

Stiles huffs in your direction and the motions to Scott as if to say really?

“Hey!” you snap, “It’s not my fault that I don’t know what’s going on currently. I thought we were coming out here to find a dead body, now there’s a werecoyote who you seem to know.” You miss the quick glance that the two share when you call the animal a werecoyote.

Stiles opens his mouth to argue with you but then closes it, only to repeat the gesture a couple more times. Crossing your arms across your chest, you raise your eyebrow at him waiting for the argument you can see him trying to form. After a few minutes, he can’t seem to find one, so, instead, he tells you about the accident 8 years ago and how his dads just trying to solve this case while he still can.

“Did you know her?” you question both boys. When they shake their heads, you turn your attention to Scott, “So how do you know it’s her?”

“I just know..”

Logically, you don’t like the answer - you want something more than just knowing and there’s a moment's pause while you try to think of the best way to explain that just knowing is cockamanie nonsense. But, they’re both looking at you like they’re begging you to trust them and you’re about to ignore their looks, regardless of how puppy-dog they seem. However, your Instinct decides to dig in it’s heels and says to trust them and while you don’t like it, you decide to follow your instinct. Slowly, you nod your head.

“Alright then - let’s go find her.”

The shock on their faces would have made you laugh in a different scenario “Guys?” when neither answers, you snap your fingers, one hand in front of each boy “Guys - we’ve got a werecoyote to find, remember?”

They seem to snap out of their shock and the three of you make plans to search the woods. Neither of the boys is entirely sure what they’re looking for and when they ask you, you point out that if she’s still living in these woods, it means that she’s got a den nearby. Eventually, it’s decided to break off into two groups, Scott heads in one direction and you stay with Stiles.

Both you and Stiles are searching the woods and you find that you’re surprisingly calm considering that you’re in the middle of the woods at night and running on little sleep. Though, you are begging to get frustrated with the not so subtle glances Stiles sends your way. It’s just as you are about to turn around and snap at him, that he manages to slip on something. He hits the ground and you hear him groan in the back of his throat.

“You alright over there?”

“Fine.. just… fine” his voice comes out frustrated and a bit embarrassed. You’re about to go check on him when he gets up and walks, a bit quickly, past you.

It’s best to leave it alone for now. Turning, you notice that you’re at a grouping of boulders and if ever there was a place that looked like it could house dens, this was it. You and Stiles spread out to cover more ground and you’re climbing through some of the rocks to see if you can find anything when you hear Stiles calls your name. Before you can even turn around to face him he’s telling you to go get Scott.

You make your way back down the boulder you’d been climbing and rush in the back in the direction the two of you had come. Somehow don’t hear the rustling leaves or heavy footsteps that are running towards you.

Running into Scott you both scream in surprise, jumping back from each other. You’re the first to recover and quickly say “Stiles found something.”

Scott has responded but you pay him no mind as you grab his arm and tug him to where Stiles was waiting. He’s standing near an opening when you get Scott there, “It’s a coyote den,” he says as he turns and walks into an opening in the rocks.

You and Scott follow after him and as you enter the den, Stiles is picking up a blue jacket pointing it out to Scott. You see what looks like a teddy bear and pick it up before handing it to Scott. Scott just looks at the bear like he’s surprised it exists.

“We shouldn’t be here you guys..” you say softly.

When Stiles asks what you mean, it’s Scott who replies “She’s not gonna come back now, we just invaded her home. Our scent’s going to be everywhere.”

“Well If she’s not gonna come back here, where’s she gonna go?”

Scott shakes his head, not knowing and it occurs to you, “She has to find a new den. Normally, she would find something as far from here as possible seeing as how wolves are pack hunters and you make nervous.”

Stiles groans and then asks Scott “Can you track her? You think you got her scent now?”

“Maybe, but I’m better at this when I’m a full wolf. And I’m still worried that if I do it, I won’t be able to turn back.”

Clearing your throat, you pull their attention to you, your voice is slightly sarcastic when you speak, “Yeah, hi..I’m right here.. Scott’s not the only werewolf. I’ve got her scent, I can track her.”

Scott nods and you look at Stiles, waiting for him to argue. You had said you wouldn’t leave his side, and you would keep your word, but you’ve got a chance to help. He seems to debate with himself internally before he nods. With the approval, you head out of the den and begin your search.

Stiles watched her leave the den and wondered if he should have insisted on going with her. Turning back to Scott, the two of them go back and forth for a few minutes before deciding to call his dad in.

Making their way out of the room den and a little further out, they come to the realization that they actually aren’t too far from a hiking trail and a service road for the reserve.

While they’re waiting, Stiles turns to his oldest friend “You think we can actually trust her?”

“Isaac does.”

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. I mean, she hasn’t done anything for us to suspect her of anything.”

“How about just showing up after the crazy, psycho sacrifices thing?”

“Isaac says she’d been pulled her for a lot longer.. Stiles- how about we just give her the benefit of the doubt?”

Scott sounds like he’s tired and it isn’t something that he wants to fight about so Stiles reluctantly agrees but promises himself that he’s going to keep an eye on the new girl. If she was here to hurt any of them, she was going down.

The two fall into a companionable silence and he notices that Sotts making a couple phone calls repeatedly. He’s about to ask who he’s calling when Scott leaves a message for Derek to call him back and it’s then that his dads cruiser pulls up.

You went back to the site of the crash, sure that you’d be able to catch the most recent scent there. You open your senses and try to figure out if you can find Malia. The thing is that she is literally everywhere in the forest. Which, makes sense, this is her home. But the odd thing, is that none of the scents seem fresher than any of the others. In fact, all of them seem to be a few days old.

Stripping down, you transform into your full wolf form, you dig your muzzle into the fauna and crevices that you couldn’t reach in your human form. It takes you a little bit, but eventually, you realize that you cannot distinguish a newer smell. You work your way through the the nearby areas and find that you cannot find a thing.

Returning to your clothing, you get dressed and begin to make your way to the boys and the den. The closer you get, you realize that there’s more people here. There’s a group of cars not too far and you notice that there’s an older man leaning against a squad car sobbing, a deputy is trying to console him. Averting your eyes, you find the boys standing a little ways away from the den.

You begin to make your way towards the boys, amidst the chaos, when you hear Mr. Suit’s voice arguing with someone. Your lip curls and your eyes search for the two voices.

When your eyes catch sight of them, he’s arguing with a man in uniform, a man your assuming is Stiles dad. Your suspicions are confirmed a moment later “Come on Stilinski,” Mr. Suit practically spits out, “You know how this goes, it’s the not knowing that ruins people like Tate. The truth, no matter how profoundly it sucks, the truth is always better than not knowing.”

“God he’s an ass..” you growl out and there’s someone jumping next to you. Turning, you see Stiles clutching his chest. You hadn’t realized that you had made your way to the boys.

Scott’s giving you a questioning look and you raise your eyebrow then nod your head back at the two older men, “Mr. Suit- literally an asshole. How do you know him?”

“He’s my dad…”

“Oh…” you say softly, you remember the argument from earlier and try to remember if you can remember Scott calling him dad or Mr. Suit calling Scott son but then shake your head, it doesn’t matter if he’s Scott's dad. “He’s still an ass.”

Scott doesn’t disagree with you but Stiles asks if you were able to catch the scent. Shaking your head, you say “I couldn’t catch anything fresh to track.”

Scott asks if you’re able to get a hold of Derek.

“I can try but, honestly I haven’t heard from him or Peter in almost a week…”

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Posted 12 March 2019

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messrsmemoirs · 5 years

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do you think any students other than hermione figured out remus' furry little secret? I know fandom laughs about how obvious he is, but I always thought it was one of those things that just... wouldn't occur to people, particularly people with those prejudices (ie. almost everyone). Werewolves are rabid dangerous freaks, not polite funny professors. They literally wouldn't even think it was an option. But maybe there were other muggle-borns who figured it out? Thoughts?

Honestly? I think that’s it exactly: people have this idea of what a werewolf is supposed to be, and Remus never fit it. I think that’s largely why he could be around the same people for seven years and none of his classmates ever put it together. First of all, would they really let a werewolf come to school? Fat chance. But more than that: Remus does exhibit outward signs of lycanthropy that he can‘t help, and especially after the werewolf lesson in DADA I’m sure rumours started going around. Remus didn’t fit the bill, and so for most people it was just a silly rumour. But there would probably be those perceptive few, like Hermione, who would really begin to say “hey wait a minute” and dig a little deeper. We know that Hermione figured it out at age 14, and his friends were 12-13 when they figured it out. It’s not like a literal child couldn’t do it if they were paying attention. So I also think that Remus needed his network: Dumbledore and the staff covering or snipping rumors in the bud, and his friends deflecting the rest of the debris that came his way. I honestly question whether that perception (Remus not being like what a werewolf is “supposed” to be like”) would have protected him permanently. I simply don’t think it was enough.

So we already know Hermione wasn’t the only one. I think Snape had basically figured it out and that he wanted the ultimate proof the night he was willing to follow Sirius’ (what Snape would have HAD to know to be bad) advice and go under the Willow. I also think Lily had realized, but was in denial. Snape repeatedly tries to nudge her in the right direction, and she makes excuses for him but in the scene is visually and verbally uncertain of her own words.

As far as the days of Professor Lupin, I don’t think Hermione was the only one. I enjoy the headcanon that Luna figured it out as well, but that she considered it none of her business and it simply didn’t matter to her, so she kept it to herself. Certainly the fact that most of the student body liked Remus (and even defended him to Snape) helped, touching once again on “Lupin is a nice man and he can’t be one of them”, etc, etc. which is saying a lot, because Snape… whew boy… Snape really, really tried to throw Remus under the bus with the students. It wasn’t even subtle. And once again, that perception, Dumbledore’s protection, and the general idea that there’s no way in hell that anyone would ever allow a werewolf to teach at a school, haha, definitely helped Remus last as long as he did. Eventually, somebody would have figured it out. Somebody like Malfoy or another Slytherin, with the help of Snape, or maybe a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff like Ernie MacMillan, who would have felt compelled to tell somebody because it’s “the right thing” to do when werewolves are commonly considered monsters. Remus was sort of on limited time. (Don’t take that as me excusing or condoning Snape, because… I do not like Snape. Whatsoever. And I think he was vile to Remus, but the post isn’t about that. So.)

So definitely no, I don’t think Hermione was the only one. And you’re right: it might be that Hermione’s muggleborn background actually helped her face the facts instead of go “Nah, no way” like everyone else had done. That’s absolutely a possibility!

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years

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Merry Christmas, @Rebekahdarian93!

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This Awkward Love

Derek hates parties. He doesn't like crowds or having to smile for complete strangers. He particularly hates the Hale Pack's Annual Christmas party because his parents will inevitably use it to try and set him up with their friends' children or people from allied packs. They've even done it when he wasn't single, though really the less said about the year he brought Kate Argent to the party, the better.

If it had been any other party, he might have been able to find a way out of attending—like suddenly visiting another country or drinking just enough wolfsbane-laced alcohol to send him to the hospital without risking his life—but the annual Hale Christmas party in Beacon Hills was a big deal and his parents would literally drag him here, IV bag and all, if he didn't voluntarily attend.

They know how bad he is at talking to people outside of their pack. He is the embodiment of awkward and this, right here, is a prime example. There's a gorgeous guy hanging out near the buffet table—young and skinny with large brown eyes, delicately thin hands, and a smile full of mischief—and Derek's instincts are screaming at him to go talk to the guy, that he might be The One, Derek's mate, the absolute love of his life, but his feet are rooted to the floor and all he can do is stare.

Another man approaches Derek's possibly-mate and grabs his arm. Derek has to fight down the urge to bare his teeth in challenge. He's not a jealous guy but he has the strangest urge to throw the man across the room for getting too close to his maybe-mate.

"Stiles," the man hisses, voice low, frown firmly in place, "what did you do? That werewolf looks like he's about to murder you."

Derek's eyes narrow. Who's threatening his potential mate, Stiles? He glances around but no one is looking at Stiles with more than a fleeting glance. The other attendees seem happy, for the most part. He doesn't scent any overt aggression.

"You promised you weren't going to do anything," the man says in a bit of a whine. "You promised."

Stiles places his hand on his chest and gapes at his friend with mock-affront. The move seems practiced in its theatricality. "Why, Scott, the very insinuation that I would start any kind of mischief is just absurd. I am the picture of innocence."

"Stiles..." Scott's tone is long-suffering, suggesting that Stiles and mischief are well-acquainted.

Stiles sighs and rolls his eyes. "Fine. But I haven't done anything." Scott raises an eyebrow and Stiles adds, "Yet. I swear, I haven't even talked to creeper-wolf over there." He jerks his thumb in Derek's direction.

Derek blinks. He looks behind him. There's a bare wall and a small scattering of people, none of whom are facing this way.

"And I haven't seen Peter yet, so really, what could I possibly have done?"

Stiles knows Peter? He could be referring to a different Peter—it's certainly a common enough name—but what are the chances of him meaning anyone other than Uncle Peter at a Hale function? How does Stiles know Peter? Why haven't they crossed paths before?

"Do you need me to get your dad? One of the Alphas?" Scott whispers.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "You do realize that's Alpha Hale's son, right? Derek Hale."

Shit! Shit. He's the creepy murder werewolf. He needs to look away. Anywhere else. Ceiling? No, lights are too bright. Floor? Now he looks pathetic. There! The Christmas tree. He can stare at the tree and it's like he's admiring it instead of trying too hard to not creep out his mate. Maybe mate. Probably most definitely mate.

"Hey, there's Cora. Cora!" Stiles raises his voice a little to catch Cora's attention. "Cora, come over here for a sec."

He risks a glance at his sister. She's got a glass of cider on one hand. She walks up to them with a familiar, "Yo! What's up, Stiles?"

Does everyone in his family know Stiles? This could be bad for him. Gods, if Stiles knows Laura there will be no end to the embarrassing stories.

"Did I do something to piss off your brother?" Stiles asks. He sounds more amused than concerned. "He's glaring some serious daggers my way."

"I didn't know you two had even met," Cora says. Which is true. They haven't. Until now, but that really doesn't count if he hasn't actually said a word to Stiles. Or come within three feet of him.

"We haven't," Stiles agrees. "Did Peter say something? I feel like this could be one of Peter's pranks, in which case my revenge will be swift and glorious."

"Not that I've heard and Peter usually tells me his evil plans." There's a slight pause where none of them speak and Derek stares very hard at a snowflake ornament on the tree so he doesn't look at Stiles.

"I think he's planning to murder the tree now," Stiles says. His amusement is obvious.

Cora sighs. "Derek, what are you being all pissy about?"

He frowns and scuffs his foot against the carpet. "I'm not being pissy," he mutters back.

"Did you swallow a lemon?" Stiles snorts. "Seriously, why are you mad at Stiles?"

He huffs and rolls his eyes to the ceiling. "I'm not mad."

"Then what are you doing?"

He considers hiding in the woods until the party's over but the only direction his body wants to move is closer to Stiles.

"Do I need to get Laura?" Cora threatens.

His cheeks flame red at the very suggestion. "Ithinkhe'smymate," he says, all in one breath.

He dares a glance over. Cora is frowning at him. Next to her, Stiles is watching him, bemused. Scott keeps looking back and forth between Stiles and Derek like he's waiting for a fight to break out.

Cora raises an eyebrow when she notices him looking. "I'm sorry, try again. Maybe in English this time."

He sighs. He's never going to hear the end of this. Ever. Laura is going to put the story on his tombstone. "I think," he says slowly, "he's my mate."

Someone tackles Derek from behind, sending him stumbling. He barely avoids falling on his face. "What the hell?" He turns to find Laura standing there with an insane grin.

"Who's your mate?" Laura asks, voice full of excitement. She even bounces a little.

"He is," Cora says, pointing at Stiles, who looks very confused.

"I'm what?" Stiles asks.

"Going to meet my brother," Cora answers. She grabs Stiles by the arm at the same time as Laura grabs Derek's arm. They're both dragged across the room to meet in the middle. "Stiles, meet my brother, Derek. He wants to make babies with you."

Laura gives Derek an extra push toward Stiles. He shoots Laura a quick glare and then rubs the back of his head. He's not sure his face can get redder but he's about to find out. "Um, hi." He can't quite bring himself to look straight at Stiles. He doesn't want to come off as creepy. Again.

"Hi," Stiles says, voice thick with humor. "I'm Stiles. I require at least one proper date before there's any attempt at making babies. Which, given we're both guys, babies are highly unlikely to occur but I'm willing to put in the effort." He holds out his hand. His smile is absolutely blinding. Cora and Laura can both hear the way it makes Derek's heart skip a beat.

Derek stares at the appendage. This is it, the turning point of his life. If he takes Stiles's hand, it will confirm what his instincts already know. If he doesn't.... Well, that's not really an option.

He takes Stiles's hand in his. Electricity courses through his body, setting his nerves alight. In the space of an instant, he's broken apart and remade anew, his very being reshaped to include Stiles. He can feel Stiles's presence. Stiles is his personal North Star, a guiding light that pulls Derek home. Stiles's scent is so thick, Derek can taste it—electricity and midnight rain and freshly turned earth.

"Oh," Stiles says after a minute. His eyes are wide as saucers. He hasn't let go of Derek's hand.

Cora claps them both on the shoulder, startling them into letting go. "Well, my work here is done. You kids have a lovely time and don't start humping at the party, Mom will kill you."

Oh, gods, his parents are going to be insufferable. They'll announce it over the loudspeakers and pull him and Stiles up on stage. He has to get out of here. At least finding his mate will make a good excuse. They can't fault him for wanting to spend time strengthening the bond with his mate.

"Dinner?" Derek blurts.

Stiles blinks and his face shifts back to that amused grin he had before. "It's a thing I enjoy, yeah."

"We should..." Derek swallows. "Do you want to? Now?"

There's something soft in the way Stiles looks at him. Almost fond, growing fonder. "You mean, would I like to have dinner with you?"

"Yes." Derek nods. "That."

Stiles moves to Derek's side and wraps his arm around Derek's elbow. "I'd love to. For future reference, I love diners and curly fries are the food of the gods."

Derek nods, far more solemn than the situation calls for but he wants to do everything he can to please his mate. "I can do curly fries."

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forestwater87 · 5 years

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Are you still doing the ship meme? Well, I have a challenge for you: (evil grin) DAVID, DANIEL AND GWEN IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP! :D

Oh, sweet Moses. I normally do these from oldest received to newest out of fairness, but … Christ.

Let’s do it, then:

So here’s the thing: if it includes dan//vid, I tend to be in the “hell no” category. If it has any Gwen whatsoever, the lowest I can possibly give it is “eh” because I love her beyond all reason. So I’m splitting the difference on this one.

and i’ll also tell you who:

proposes

Fucking … how would any of this even happen, though? There is no universe where I can get these three together that makes literally any sense. Fuck. Fucking. Goddamn it.

I mean, obviously it’s David, right? Who else would it be? Gwen isn’t gonna propose to Daniel and risk being humiliated – seriously, the closest I can see between them is some sort of kismeses kinda thing, where they both can’t stand each other but keep falling into bed (at least in part for that very reason). David is the glue that holds them together, if anything could. His heart is very full of love and it can sorta spackle over some of the rougher patches (maybe. Maaaaybe).

shops for groceries

Daniel’s presumably at least in part wanted by the cops, and not even Davey can be trusting enough to let Dan anywhere near food. And Gwen … she probably actually ends up doing it the most, even though I initially assumed it’d be David because he’s such a go-getter. But the thing is, David’s a real go-getter when it comes to things he’s actually interested in, but a lot of the times he leaves the grown-up stuff to Gwen to take care of, and I imagine this would be one of them.

kills the spiders

Daniel, hands-down. Gwen would, absolutely, but Dan gets there first and honestly … he probably wanted it more … Gwen just sorta retreats and thinks for a long, long time about why she’s in this goddamn nightmare of a relationship again.

And then David comes to her room and asks if she’ll say a few words about the dead spider, not really because he has any strong feelings about a dead bug but because it gives him a chance to compliment her talents with words and get her mind off their weird boyfriend-roommate-thing, and she remembers.

comes home drunk at 3am

That’s all of them, undoubtedly. Gwen, because she insists she has to be drunk to make Daniel’s presence bearable; Daniel, because he won’t be outdrunk by Gwen of all people (and if you think they’re gonna have sloppy blackout sex in the bar’s bathroom you’re wrong, but only because David will find them and herd them back to decency); and David, because he’s convinced he has a better tolerance than he does, and always gets distracted by the fruitiness of the drinks he favors and forgets how much alcohol they actually have.

makes breakfast

David. Gwen is still asleep, and while Daniel is awake, he’s probably off skulking around doing something cult-y and doesn’t remember to eat most of the time, anyway, so David has to cajole them both into getting some food in them before they stagger out to do their bullshit camp bullshit. (Dan and Gwen’s words, not David’s. Obviously.)

remembers to feed the fish

David is meticulous about feeding the fish – in theory. He does keep getting swept away by other things, so while he made a very careful and colorful feeding chart, he also usually doesn’t remember until late in the evening, at which point he panics and rushes back to the cabin. Where he finds out that Gwen’s already fed the fish, because she’s the goddamn grownup in this relationship and at the camp and just deserves the world (okay, got off track there, sorry).

I could actually kinda see Daniel picking up the slack with the fish, if Gwen was busy and David was off doing his David things. Very reluctantly, and only because he doesn’t want to have to deal with the guilt-grief David would collapse into if he let the fish die, but I also think Dan’s strict adherence to rules could lend a kinda OCD compulsion to it; like once he starts doing something, he keeps doing it because … well, that’s now a Thing he Does. (Gwen//vid could probably get him into a decent number of good – or at least less-bad – habits in that way, come to think of it.)

decorates the apartment

Oh, David. Gwen has a few items she will not part with, so they become part of the decor (if you think the Werewolf of the Month calendar is going anywhere you got another think coming), and Daniel probably would as well, but those things are cult things and are under no circumstances being displayed anywhere in the homestead. He probably has, like, a shed where he keeps his weird cult shit and David and Gwen try not to think about it.

Their place would be adorable and woodsy and absolutely only suit David’s tastes, but somehow the other two don’t mind. It’s … nice, being surrounded by David-ness all the time. It’s cozy.

initiates duets

Oh god, David and Daniel sing all the time. I refuse to think of it as anything too mushy because that makes me a tiny bit ill, but I feel like any duets would either start out or end up as lowkey competitions, because neither of them has any chill and both want to be the best at everything, ever, all the time.

As much as I love the idea of Daniel and Gwen having some sort of “Better Than You”-style song rivalry, I can’t see Gwen ever being up to singing in public and that makes me sadder than anything in the entire world. Because it’d be so fucking great and I want it so bad.

falls asleep first

Do David or Daniel sleep? Probably not, let’s be real. So Gwen falls asleep first by default, even though she often stays up til like 1am, because she’s the only one who really sleeps. David is too much of an insomniac, and Daniel is powered by cult juices that no longer require him to sleep or something.

(Or he’s a crazy fuck. Also a possibility.)

sends the most selfies

Oh, that’s a close call. Gwen takes selfies when she feels cute, David takes them when he remembers to actually be in the frame of whatever he’s taking a picture of/with, and Daniel avoids the camera at all costs because the last picture taken of him was a mug shot and he doesn’t need any updated documentation of his appearance, thank you.

So basically Gwen//vid are a normal couple and also Daniel’s there, Gollum-ing around in the background.

Kinda a good summary of how I see this poly ship working out, actually.

makes the first move

There are a couple interesting ways this could go – because I’m still stuck on the “how the fuck did we get here?” side of things. Gonna toss out some ideas as they occur to me, in no particular order. Pick your favorite:

David and Gwen were already a couple when Dan showed up, and David was having some Complicated Feelings™ about being attracted to their coworker (and some panic; I don’t feel like David would normally feel conflicted about his sexuality, but if he was already in a relationship it’d absolutely feel like cheating). He finally talks to Gwen – especially if Daniel’s flirting with him, which Daniel would because Daniel’s a dick – and she’s okay with letting him explore that side of himself (though she kinda wishes he’d picked someone who’s less the Absolute Fucking Worst; is he a cult serial killer in this version of events? I don’t know; I’m deliberately not thinking very hard about it because no Daniel-centric ship really works if you think about it). So it becomes something of a V with David in the middle, until at some point I imagine Gwen and Daniel get hammered, into a screaming argument, or both, and then do something they both regret and suddenly they’re kinda all a thing and neither Dan or Gwen are quite sure how to feel about it.

Gwen//vid aren’t together, but one or both of them has had feelings for a while; Daniel swans his way into camp and is all charming and a douchebag and a murdering piece of shit, like he is, and … I think David would be more easily won over, because he’s just so sweet and trusting, and so the two of them start something … I imagine David would keep it secret from Gwen, because he knows she’d disapprove, and it turns out she does but whoops she’s also kinda totally jealous as well because she knew him for way longer and he just … swooped in … And then it all comes out and they realize they’re in Love but hey, Daniel, and again I think the V makes the most sense until something triggers Gwen and Daniel to hook up, at which point it kinda closes into something resembling a triangle.

None of them are in a relationship, someone does something stupid and they end up in a weird “friends/frenemies with benefits” situation but David is too soft for that life so Dan//wen just kinda grit their teeth and get along because they both love David too much to let this go, even though they’d really prefer their current relationship of “hating each other (with occasional and regretted benefits,” which was much more their speed.

I half want to find a version of all this that is happier and fluffier but … I just can’t get there from here. David is maybe sweet enough to forgive Daniel for all the child-murdering stuff (again, don’t think too hard about it or it falls apart), but I think Gwen would see right through Dan’s crap and never reach a point of liking or trusting him, and Daniel would feel the same distaste because he really prefers people who fall for his shenanigans and feels unsafe around someone who so clearly isn’t buying any of what he’s selling.

plans spontaneous trips

Where the fuck are they going to go? Who is going to be in charge of that? How on earth do we get there from here?

Seriously, this ship makes no goddamn sense and I do not know what to do with any of this noise. How dare you, Anon.

How so very dare you?

#campcamp #camp camp roosterteeth #what the fuck even would this ship name be?#danvidwen #i guess it's danvidwen #ask forest #ship meme #oh my god kill me #this was insanely difficult and i hate all of it #i mean i will always love daniel and gwen sniping at each other because that's classic ddau fun #but adding romance to it?#and i made david wayyyy too sweet and sunshiny here but he'd have to be basically a saint to ever forgive daniel enough to date him #and since i don't think he's a 'sex without feelings' sort i don't see a kismeses thing working out for him #so it's gotta be genuine romance #which only works if david is kind and forgiving to the point of seeming brain damage #and you don't think too hard about all the heinous crimes daniel's committed #really it's just a very 'don't think about it' ship all around #so like #don't think about it #Anonymous

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Moonlight Magic pt 7

“You two doing okay? I haven’t seen either of you two sit near each other for over a week!”

As soon as Roger asked the question, his lip curled up into a sneer. He took a vicious bite out of the red apple in his hand, scoffing a second later in response. Even with a week passing, he didn’t dare speak to Freddie until he wanted to apologise; it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried either, he had done so multiple times in the past week but Freddie just wouldn’t accept any form of talk with him. Freddie would gladly go speak to John or Roger, but as soon as he appeared, he either silenced himself or straight up left the room altogether. Of course it didn’t surprise him, he’d done this plenty of times in the past, often over petty little reasons too, but never did they occur so close to the moon. The mere thought of Freddie trying to get through the night by himself terrified him and yet, he couldn’t help but let his current contempt corrupt his thoughts. Let him go try it, see how hard it is by himself! Was a recurring thought over the past two days; with the day now upon them, however, he couldn’t help but let it start to worry him that it would indeed become true.

“Splendid! Absolutely peachy!” Brian exclaimed, taking another chunk out of his apple, the idea now not even bothering him while his anger simmered once more. “Lousy bastard can’t admit he’s wrong for the life of him! Always tries to be the mediator with shit like this when he’s almost always the cause!” He continued, tossing the apple core to the ground. “God and then he pulls this silent treatment with me instead of just talking.”

“It’s Fred. What, is he pissed about someone meddling with his clothes? Or did someone claim dogs were better?” Roger asked, laughing at his own suggestions right after.

Despite his instant panic at the true answer, Brian just shrugged it off, only revealing a sliver of the truth. “I wish I knew! I try to help him out with so much but then he barks at me for being too involved. He’s needy as all hell though and God forbid if I’m not there when he needs me.”

“Bah, give ‘im time, Bri.” Roger answered. “Probably just pissy again cause of exams coming up and whatnot. I mean I don’t even see him eat now and the guy looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in a year! Though, a few other sixth years look like that too and to be honest, I can see why. Fifth years are still worse; good lord have you seen some of them? Those O.W.Ls are scaring them shitless!” He said.

“Don’t act like you’re not nervous either.” Brian added.

“Trust me, I’m in a similar boat as them all.” Fear started to light up his face. “I mean, my whole life is basically riding on how well I do on these tests and I can’t fathom failing any of them. I’ve already seen big old Ts haunting me in my dreams.” He bit down on his bottom lip before finishing. “I guess we’ll just have to see! Bet they’re all just hyping up how hard they are so that we study more.”

Brian only scoffed, knowing full well that Roger had a lot in store if he wanted to believe that tripe. With the bell ringing, the two parted ways. Roger was dashing off towards his class, whatever exactly it was, he didn’t know; for now he headed off towards his defense class, wondering what “surprises” Jenk had in store for them. Perhaps more spells he’d learned already so that he could keep Freddie’s ass safe or some more useless facts he’d memorised the prior year to make sure they wouldn’t fall behind in any of their classes. Amazing, absolutely amazing how much time he’d put into keeping this thing a secret and what did he get in repayment? Nothing, just him being an absolute prick towards him. What he wouldn’t give to hear him say that he was sorry, sorry for what he’d said and done over the past few years and that he would just stop acting like a complete child over something this serious.

He growled as he marched down the hall, ignoring the other students who wanted to get in his way-did these kids not know what speed was-and shoved them off when necessary, earning a few nasty stares from some of the younger years. The door to his class was already open, Jenk’s hard stare meeting his for a quick second before parting. Without hesitation, he laid his work down on his desk and sat in the back, not wanting to be up front and deal with the same stuff over and over again.

As expected, it was the same old stuff again. Jenk went on about various spells: disarming and stunning (something he’d learned back in his fifth year), when to use them (something that should just be common sense), and a quick recap of dementors (a creature he knew plenty about). He mentioned how they’d start working on patroni next class after acquiring a boggart to practice with them, mentioning how Dumbledore had given him the idea. That was the only interesting part of the class and made him perk up, something he seemed to share with much of the class. Jenk smiled warmly, knowing that this was one of the surefire ways to get teenagers’ attention: dangerous activities that might kill them. After that quick announcement, he went over the creature even more so, repeating facts and attacks that Brian already knew, killing the little bit of attention that he had for those few seconds.

Despite every attempt he made, he couldn’t get his mind off of a mock argument in his mind. Constant possible retorts to anything Freddie might say continued to pop up as the class continued on. God couldn’t he just not think about him for once? Maybe then he’d actually get to pay attention, even if it was stuff he’d learned already; anything was more interesting at this point, even if that meant watching a plant grow in herbology. Brian had put up with this for years, shouldn’t he be bored of this? Revising the usual events that would have to go on tomorrow night, if he even wanted to go help out that ungrateful little brat, and then having to deal with John-John...His eyes widened at the thought. It wasn’t the same thing, they had John to deal with. The little fourth year had no idea what it was like and was probably as anxious as Freddie was, though in all the wrong ways; he must be bustling with anticipation to see a werewolf for the first time and completely immune to any fear over what that creature actually did. Brian, in all honesty, couldn’t fathom the idea of being in the same room as another one ever again. Maybe that’s what was keeping him so fixated upon this argument; proving Freddie wrong might mark some kind of change in their relationship and one change often led to another.

“Mr. May, would you like to answer the question?”

Jenk’s booming voice struck him like a tree branch, snapping out of his stupor as both the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors stared at him, awaiting the answer to a question he didn’t know.

“Well?” Jenk asked, “Why are dementors used in Azkaban?”

He took in a deep breath, wracking his brain for a composed answer in the few more seconds of silence that followed. “They’re used there to literally suck the soul out of the prisoners there, ensuring that none would escape due to being left in an empty state. They don’t use the kiss, but they do remove much of the happiness left in the prisoners because if they don’t have any happiness, they’re only left with their worst memories.”

“Very good Mr. May, five points to Ravenclaw.” Jenk said, now returning to the lesson, beaming after getting a well worded answer from one of his students, though Brian knew if any other student had answered the way he had, they would’ve gotten far more than five points. See! There it was again! The fact that all his hard work that he’d put into keeping Freddie safe was now harming the rest of their house. If Jenk didn’t know he was ahead in the class, they could’ve gotten more points and gotten closer to winning the cup! Brian angrily sighed, looking back down at his open book that was probably on the wrong page anyway. Forget it, just forget it. If he wants to believe that he can handle this on his own to prove something to me, fine, let him. He can do whatever the hell he wants and that’s fine.

…

With night now falling, Brian was left completely alone. Both John and Roger were in their perspective houses, unless they’d snuck out to be together in some undisclosed location, and Freddie, as expected, wouldn’t say a word to him. When he’d gone into the dorm, he saw his figure buried beneath his blankets, either fast asleep or pretending to do so. He only scoffed at him, wishing that he had the nerve to whack a pillow across that bastard’s face. In the end, he just grabbed his things and went down the the common room, staring at the purple flames that were brightly lit, curling into little blue wisps that contrasted the golden embers beneath. He just stared and stared, his mind drawing a blank after it going completely nuts earlier.

A soft tapping came from behind him. In the light of the almost full moon sat a rather large owl, a letter sitting in his beak as he continued to tap at the glass with his talons. Brian got up, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as he unlocked the window to let the large bird in.

“Felix!? What’re you doing here?” He asked, seeing his family’s own just ruffle his feathers in response and stick out the letter towards him. Brian took the letter, Felix giving a loud squawk and earning a harsh “SH!” in response.

“Go to the Owlrey, you can go home tomorrow, okay?” Brian asked, Felix seeming to understand enough to fly off, leaving him only with the crackling of both the flames and the envelope.

Brian,

Your father’s fallen ill. The doctors aren’t too sure what it is right now but we want you to come home to be with us just in case something happens. We know how much you care about your studies and we hope that you don’t have much work to worry about at school. Dumbledore knows of the circumstances, we told him with another owl. Let us know as soon as possible.

Mum

A short message, but those dried tear stains told him why it was so abrupt. Brian could only sit down on the floor once more, constantly re-reading the letter until he’d memorised every single word in the message; the weight on his chest was continuing to build with every passing second while his mind rushed with questions. How could they not know what was going on? Was it really that serious? If so, couldn’t they have sent something sooner? No, he couldn’t blame anyone right now. Right now, Brian’s mind was focused on rushing up to Dumbledore’s study.

Before he stepped out of the room, Brian paused, giving a quick glance behind him towards the staircase up to the dormitories. He looked down at the letter, folding it up carefully and sticking it into his pocket next to his wand. As quietly as possible, he walked up the steps and entered his room. Just like before, Freddie was fast asleep, completely immune to his surroundings for the next few hours. In the soft moonlight his skin looked even paler and turned the back of his head silver. Brian clenched his jaw and walked over to his bag, pulling out a sheet of paper and a quill, wetting the tip with his tongue and scribbling out a quick message for Freddie. Without another thought, he laid it on the nightstand and left.

Wasting no time, Brian hurried down the halls towards Dumbledore’s study, dashing up the stairs until he stood in front of the massive gargoyle statue, its golden eyes staring right through his soul. In his frantic state, he could barely think, let alone remember the damned password that he’d put up for him to enter. He rambled off every sweet he could think of, starting with toffee until he ended up at ice pops, wondering what the hell he had put as the password.

“Mr. May?”

A serene voice came from behind him. He turned and saw the headmaster staring at him from behind his half-moon glasses, those piercing blue eyes showing not a bit of anger or wonder. Before Brian could even try to respond, Dumbledore stepped forward, his elegant, maroon robes flowing behind him.

“Bubblegum.” He said, the gargoyle now hopping off its pedestal to let them through.

Where on earth do you get that from? Brian asked, now following the headmaster into his office.

He said nothing to him, he just held out his hand, Brian giving him a confused look for a moment before handing out the letter to him. He gave a quick glance over the letter, a glimmer dancing across his eyes before he tucked it into his robes.

“I understand there’s issues at home. You need not specify anything, your mother gave enough in the letter she gave me.” He said, giving nothing else before walking over to his enormous fireplace. A loud squawk sounded from his right, Brian jumping until he saw Fawkes looking down at him from his perch, now cleaning his wings and completely ignoring his presence. The room turned green, Brian watching the flames lose every shade of red and yellow and glow a brilliant emerald with streaks of white.

“If you need anything you might’ve left here, send an owl.” Dumbledore said, now stepping back to give him time to get in.

“T-thank you sir.” Brian replied, now thankful that his lungs had recovered from his running.

He gave a warm smile, that sight being the last thing before Brian called out his home address before stepping into the flames.

…

“THAT BLOODY BASTARD!”

Shreds of paper laid on the floor as Freddie crushed them beneath his foot, his knuckles going white as he bared his clenched teeth; his face was heating up as every part of him burned with anger. He just left! Left without saying a single word to him and left a note to explain it all! What kind of audacity does someone have to have in order to do that?!

Freddie collapsed onto his bed behind him, his body groaning in pain at the mere act of ripping the letter into little pieces. Yet the anger burned on, trying its best to ignore the stress it was putting onto his already tired body. How could he? How the hell could he? He couldn’t bother to tell him? Hell he could’ve done so much more than leave a little letter that said “Dad’s sick, going home.” That there was such a big help! Absolutely amazing! Freddie growled again, wishing he could rip the paper up once more.

His heart began to sink as the weight upon his chest grew. Did he really not care about him? Was he so obsessed with himself that he didn’t bother treating him like an equal? Or was he starting to realise what he was and felt like he didn’t have to treat him like a human anymore-just someone who was sick and not important. To make matters worse, he had left today. Of all days he chose today. I don’t need him. He tried telling himself. I don’t, John’s there and-what’re you on about, you don’t need either of them! He pushed himself up into a seated position, shivering in his spot as he tried heating up his icy hands. As much as he tried to ignore the impending night, his mind just couldn’t shake the usual fears: hurting someone, hurting himself beyond repair, someone else getting infected; it all was just terrifying and Freddie could already feel his stomach start to twist within him.

He doesn’t care. He couldn’t possibly care. Tears started welling up at the corner of his eyes. He’ll never see you as anything but a nuisance. He wanted to scream everything right at Brian’s face or just throw a book right at it. What kind of nerve did he have to have to think he could do this to him? Surely he couldn’t hate him that much, right? So what if he hadn’t talked to him for days, that was Brian’s fault; if he didn’t want to apologise, then that’s on him. He wasn’t giving in first because Brian thought he was right. Every single time he was too stubborn, something bad happened.

Something bad happened...Freddie turned to look down at his blankets. Why did he think that? He ran his hand along the duvet, the very same texture being the one Brian had brought to him one morning. His mind could only throw flashing images at him for a few seconds: the hulking outline of the beast, the door smashing right into its muzzle, Brian’s petrified face. He didn’t know that he’d seen him, nor did he want him to know.

He was fifteen again. Brian was practically carrying him at this point, his hands trembling as he tried to hold him there while finding his wand in his pocket. The door had formed in front of them, Brian rushing through with him as he already felt his clothes grow tighter around his arms and chest. The room was suffocating and the beast was already trying to rip itself out of Brian’s hold around him. While using his last remaining willpower, Freddie just pushed Brian away as hard as he could before collapsing onto the ground. A blood-curdling cry echoed off the walls as his nails ripped through the fabric of his outfit.

The scene froze on Brian’s terrified face, constantly zooming closer and closer so that he could try and find out what was going through his mind. How could someone have so much going on in their mind in just one second: fear, worry, anger, a convoluted storm of so many emotions that they turned his eyes glassy and unfocused, almost reverting back to their primal state where everything centered around the idea of “survive”.

Everything grew hazy in front of him, Freddie finally blinking to wash away the last bit of the memory. He grabbed his blankets, trying to stabilize himself. Nothing seemed to want to work though: thinking about good things, focusing on his current surroundings, even smacking his hand against the nightstand to try and feel something different wasn’t doing anything. He could still feel the cold floor on his hands and the putrid drool that dribbled down the side of the beasts mouth. When the fact that it’d all happen tonight struck him, his eyes flew back open as his body began to twitch and shake.

Do something, try something. He got up from his spot, his knees shaking and hindering his ability to walk in a straight line; the floor seemed to be made of spikes, every step jabbing at his aching legs and soles of his feet as he finally made his way to the door. His mind began fighting with itself: the desperate half began whining at him to go get Brian so that he’d have some help while the stubborn half absolutely refused to even think of him. Remember, he left you. His lip curled up into a sneer as he swung the door open, slowly making his way down the stairs and covering up as much of his body with his cloak to avoid any probing questions from the other Ravenclaws in the common room. Thankfully, he gained no attention from the others; it seemed that majority of them were more focused on their studies than their surroundings.

Should he just go sulk in the library? Or go down to the dining hall for something to eat, yeah like that was going to happen. He turned to his left, seeing a cloudless sky in the distance. Unlike the rest of winter so far, it was no longer grey and instead gave the impression that it was a warm day in spring. He could almost see the little budding flowers among the green grass while the trees would start to grow their flowers, ranging from a beautiful white to a rosy pink. If he listened hard enough, he could almost hear the chirps of birds in the distance. But upon moving his gaze ever so slightly, Freddie could only see everything that ruined this illusion: frost still along the sides of the trees that were barren of any life, an absence of any green in the rolling fields, and absolutely no songs from any birds. Maybe in the distance there could be some kind of sign of change, perhaps it wasn’t going to be seen to the naked eye just yet, but spring would come, just as it always would.

He took a seat beneath the giant tree in the middle of the courtyard; no one was outside-who would want to be outside when it was that cold out-yet Freddie didn’t mind; the silence was wonderful, almost a gift to help ease his thoughts. Even with his body feeling so tired, a calm blanket was spreading over his mind. He reached out, playing around with a few strands of grass, the frost upon the tips melting immediately upon touching his fingertips. Every blade glistened in the light of day and made them look more white than green. A small wind blew from behind him, Freddie releasing his hold on those little pieces and watched them dance in the wind. Another wind blew, this time pushing his hair out in front of him and blocking his vision for a quick second. As his vision cleared, he could only see his still outstretched hand, the skin beneath his nails now turning a pale purple. Yet he didn’t feel it; none of the cold was penetrating his body. All he could feel in that moment was the sun shining down on his face, the little bit of warmth emanating from it immediately bringing back that feeling of spring. In that moment, right from above him, a little chaffinch flew onto the tree and sung its loud song.

…

Nerves were bouncing around, every inch of his skin was lined with little goosebumps, and as much as he was trying to force himself up from his spot in the library, he didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to see that thing again, not again. His jaw clenched as he looked up at the line of books in front of him, trying to distract his frantic brain from thinking of the night later on. Alas, it wasn’t working-but what would work? Eating-ha! He was instantly sickened by the mere thought of it. Rest in the room until then? Go find one of his friends?

Friends. Were were they? Roger perhaps was studying up in his room, John might be there too, though it was still bizarre as to why he wasn’t here, especially since he had been so excited to learn about tonight. Then there was Brian; should he even call him a friend anymore? Anyone who just left like that shouldn’t even be called that. Coward perhaps. Brian didn’t even want to say a single word to him before leaving because he was scared. Oh how he wanted to scream every curse at him or hurl a book right at his face.

He leaned over into his bag, tearing out a sheet of paper and his wand. The words immediately came out, Freddie spitting out every single thing he wanted to bark at Brian if he was right there in front of him. His wand collected every single word he read out over the next five minutes, Freddie barely pausing for a breath until he finished his rant. He put the tip upon the sheet of paper, watching it fold itself into a neat, crimson envelope.

With his anger now fueling him, he leapt up and marched right on out, shoving his way through the bustling crowds of students who were going back up to their dorms. A select few seemed to also be heading towards the Owlery, for they too were carrying little parcels or letters that must’ve been going back home, but he was the only one with a crimson letter tucked under his arm.

By the time he’d arrived, he could already see the sun start to set. His skin prickled with fear, but he pressed on, calling down one of the school owls and quickly tied the letter to its leg. He told the little bird Brian’s address, the owl taking no time in flying right on out the window. Freddie turned to head out, only to join the other students in the Owlery who were now staring over at the hunched over frame of a student who seemed close to passing out.

“John? What the hell are you doing here?” Freddie asked, John now looking back up at him with a panicky look in his eyes and readjusting the little bag he had around his shoulder.

“Ah-uh-well I was gonna try and...catch you to...eh...show you something?” He began, his face, somehow, turning darker under the confused gazes of the other students. “H-how about I go show you?”

Freddie growled under his breath and stomped forward, his own face starting to burn under the stares from the others. He grabbed John’s sleeve and marched forward, another wave of chills hitting his body once he stepped outside. As they walked down the steps, John uttered multiple apologies, all of which Freddie just ignored, his main focus being on getting back inside the castle.

“John, it’s fine, alright? Just stop your blubbering!” He snarled, John instantly shutting up from behind him.

“I-I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. I-I couldn’t find Brian and I got worried so I just...chased after you.”

“Oh don’t worry, no one can find Brian here!” He mockingly said. “That little prick went right on home without saying a single word to any of us! Not only that, he found it absolutely brilliant to just write a few words down to explain what was going on. Selfish little brat!”

“Wait, what did happen?”

“His father’s sick. Wish I knew what! But nope! Just left without specifying! Well, he can have fun with that howler. Maybe he’ll learn what an explanation is!” Freddie spat, his jaw winding up so tightly that his teeth might crack.

Upon entering the hallway, Freddie fell silent. He could already see the darkening sky outside and his fear silenced any of the once burning anger inside. He paused, his body not wanting to move any closer to the room. Those childish thoughts returned: don’t let me go in! I don’t wanna! I’m sick of this! Someone, help me...John reached out and grabbed his hand, giving a reassuring smile towards him as he lead him towards the room. Freddie just stood there, tightly gripping his sleeves as John paced back and forth three times. In a matter of seconds, the door formed, John holding it open for him as he brought himself to walk in.

He raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of him. It looked, almost homey, and yet there wasn’t a single piece of furniture. The room was a good size, roughly a dozen metres long and wide and a large window sat to the left, the navy blue sky already starting to give way to the blackness of night. Freddie just sat down on the carpet, not wanting to look around any longer. His body was already giving its occasional convulsion, all those memories starting to swarm around and only intensify his current fears.

Something struck him right in the stomach: what if something happened to him tonight? Was the last thing Brian would ever hear from him be anger? No, no it wouldn’t be, when has anything terrible happened? Surely it wouldn’t just start tonight! Right? His eyes began to water. What good was worrying going to do him? Brian obviously didn’t care about him. He might just open the howler up as soon as it got there and tune it out. His whimpering grew louder; was everything they had nothing? Did he really not matter to him? After everything they’d done together and been through nonetheless, was it just that easy for Brian to move on from him?

“Fred, you alright?” John asked.

Freddie finally became aware of John’s presence and turned to face him. Immediately, he shouted “No! No I’m not alright! Brian’s gone...A-and it’s my own fault!”

“He’ll be back soon though, you can talk to him then.” John told him.

“Don’t be so daft John! He just left that sort of letter for me! He doesn’t care...I-I know he doesn’t or else he would’ve left something more for me o-or still be here w-with…” He looked towards John. “Why’re you still here?”

“Thought you could use some company.” He replied with a proud smile upon his face.

“Comp-what’re you on about?” He wiped away wet streaks on his cheeks. “Get out of here, I-it doesn’t need company.”

“Come off it Fred, I’m not here for it, I’m for you!” He explained. “Don’t worry, I took precautions.” He motioned to behind him where a brown door sat, Freddie only assuming that another room was behind it.

“What-no! No, no, no. C’mon John, go back to your house and get back down here in the morning.” John stayed still, not budging from his spot, even when Freddie stood up and headed towards him. A look of indignation suddenly appeared on John’s face as he stared right up at him, determination shooting through his eyes.

“Fred, I know enough about these things to know that they’re isolating. You feel alone in here every single time you have to go through this. Since Brian’s never here with you, I’ll do it. I’m not going to have you go through something alone. It’ll help, believe me!” John pleaded.

He backed up ever so slightly as Freddie hovered above him. “John. Get out of here now. You don’t know what they’re capable of.” He ordered.

Out of nowhere, John’s shadow began to grow behind him. Freddie looked down and saw his own shadow interrupt the steady silver light that had already started to fill the room. Just a second of distraction was enough. The fire spread through his body and nearly knocked him right to the ground. As it took hold, Freddie’s ability to speak quickly vanished, despite him still desperately trying to tell John to leave. He could already feel his nails ripping into his outfit and piercing his skin as his clothes grew tighter and tighter around him once more. His groans of pain echoed off the walls of the room, the sound of his outfit ripping to shreds following soon after. Fear gripped his stomach as he managed to catch a quick glimpse of John. Instead of any fear, there was this terribly sad look in his eyes as he stood transfixed to his spot, unable to do anything as he watched his monthly change take hold.

Yet, there was something different this time. As his head and ears started to lengthen, a powerful scent struck the beast’s nose; it smelled of metal and something he couldn’t quite identify, and yet it smelled so familiar. Despite its spine still settling into place and its whole body throbbing with pain, the beast quickly shot up, its blood tainted saliva dribbling out of the corner of its mouth and into a massive puddle on the ground. It wasted no time and immediately leapt forward, aiming right for the door that was now shut with John peering out from behind it, his eyes wide with awe and concern. Both of the aforementioned emotions vanished in an instant as the beast reared up onto its hind legs and crashed into the door, John’s face covered with fear as he backed up, just barely missing the beast’s slashing claws through the little bars in the door’s mini window.

Growls of frustration rang through the small room, Freddie wishing he could block out all the sounds and ignore the sight of his friend right in front of him. God he wished he could yell at John right now; how could he be so stupid to want to be here with this thing? Every snarl, every bark, and every attempt to break through the wood door to finally attack the first human it’d seen in years sent waves of adrenaline through its body, every ounce of focus being put onto John and nothing else. It finally smelled blood other than its own, it finally saw flesh other than its own, and it finally saw the chance to attack and spread its disease with ease; the chance was right there, less than a few metres away from it and the door was blocking it. Freddie was immensely thankful for whatever spells John had placed on the door, but all he could feel was the beast’s ever growing frustration.

Finally, it walked away from the door, realising that this attempt wasn’t going to work. Freddie wished he could plead with it, beg it to go back to attacking itself instead of his friend, but he had no control for the next few hours. He was just a witness, a being trapped inside another’s body as it did whatever it wanted. All he could do was watch it prowl around, occasionally lunging back at the door to try and grab John. Only once did it come close and that was when John walked up to the window to get a better look, to which the beast gladly sprung back at the door and dug its massive paw through the window, the daggers just barely missing John’s face.

At one point, when Freddie was sure that a few hours had passed, the beast walked away. Freddie just repeated a silent apology to John, wishing that he knew how bad he felt that he had to witness this whole ordeal. But the mortal terror he felt an instant later put those apologies up in smoke as the beast went to the back of the room, quickly licking its chops before rearing back onto its hind legs and letting out a blood-curdling howl that bounced off the walls of the room, John’s face appearing in the small window once again. With all its energy, the beast fell onto all fours and rushed forward as fast as it could, slamming its whole body against the door and sinking its teeth into the metal bars of the window. It glared at John, trying its best to yank its claws out of the wood as it snarled venomously at him, Freddie just barely able to see its icy blue stare in John’s wide eyes. He saw nothing: no joy, no excitement, no anger, just the primal, frenzied light of a monster that was ready to dig its teeth into some part of John’s body. It growled, sending flecks of its infected saliva towards John’s face, Freddie panicking inside of the creature as it continued its attempts over and over again, trying harder and harder each time to break through the door. Even when he was sure it was starting to tire of this quest, it kept up. All the pain in its body, the blood dribbling down its arm from cutting itself on a stray piece of wood, nothing kept it at bay. Not until the sky started to glow a brilliant gold from the rising sun.

Its head whipped around at the first ray of sunlight that hit the room. Outside sat the clear sky; the east held the sun, glimmering in all its golden glory while off to the west sat the moon, casting its silvery glow for a few more moments before it would vanish until night returned.

Once its eyes laid on the sun, the pain returned to its body, its whimpers and loud cries of pain reverberating off the room as his body shrunk back down to its original size, the fur, teeth, claws, and ears all receded back into his body. With one last snap of his spine back into its normal alignment, Freddie collapsed onto the cold ground, immediately clutching his bleeding arm as all those emotions from the past hours resurfaced and grew to the point that brought him to tears.

He curled up, trying to hide as much of his body from sight as he sobbed into his folded arms, ignoring the pain in his right. Across the room came the sound of a door opening, Freddie venturing a quick glance towards John, who still had that little bag from the Owlery hanging on his shoulder. John said nothing and just sat down next to him, Freddie not daring to look him in the eye after all he had to witness from last night. Yet John still prodded at his arm until he looked up at him again. In John’s outstretched hand sat a little muffin stuffed with blueberries, in his other hand sat a bundle of bandages and some cream of some sort, and a stack of folded clothes-which he presumed were his-sat behind John. John just offered a kind smile as he took the muffin, slowly starting to work on the injury upon his arm as he ate the pastry. After getting dressed, both sat in silence, John offering him a massive sweet from his bag, to which Freddie split it in half. The two ate their halves, Freddie feeling a peaceful warmth spread throughout him just as the sunlight took over the final rays of moonlight.

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Flights and Memories - A Stydia Fic

A/N: So this is my first ever Stydia fic, based on a conversation that I had with @cashtonclemmo a few days ago. It’s basically my version of how Teen Wolf should end for Stiles and Lydia, enjoy!

Summary: Stiles has time to kill on his long flight. What better way to do it than to think about how far his relationship has developed with his new wife, Lydia?

Warnings: Me being emotional about Stydia, maybe an overload of fluff, none besides that i think.

Stiles Stilinski felt like the luckiest man in the world. Currently sitting on a plane, a few thousand feet above the ground, the FBI agent was admiring his view of the world outside the aircraft. The sun was starting to set along the horizon, a display of bright colours illuminating Stiles’ field of vision. The young man couldn’t help but relate to the intense shades blending into one another, finally feeling as though everything in life was falling into place after years of chaos.

He remembered when he first grasped the concept of restoring some kind of order back into his life. He was 18 years old. It was the night that he and the rest of the pack had defeated the ghost riders and that awful Nazi werewolf. The night that he and Lydia were finally on the same page about their feelings. She returned to the Stilinski household with him and the Sheriff that night, refusing to leave the younger Stilinski’s side. The pair confessed their feelings for each other, and shared details of what the previous 3 months had been like without the other’s presence. If anything, the distance and slight memory loss on Lydia’s part had just brought the duo closer than ever before. Lydia didn’t want to know how it felt to be disconnected from him ever again, and Stiles? Well, he couldn’t agree more with his girlfriend at the time if he tried.

Stiles watched as Lydia slept in his arms on that very night, clutching onto his t-shirt as if he was her lifeline. Despite her strong grip, this was the most peaceful Stiles had seen Lydia in the decade that he had known her for. Everything that made him happy and content was bundled up in his blankets right beside him. In that moment, Stiles decided that he’d be damned if anything came in between him and his happiness, especially concerning Lydia Martin, ever again.

Stiles’ little walk down memory lane was interrupted when he felt a slight movement on his right shoulder. Turning from the window, his eyes caught sight of an even more beautiful view than the one outside. Like the memory from 5 years ago that he was just reminiscing, Lydia was asleep next to Stiles, her head resting on his shoulder, her strawberry blonde hair splayed out on both of them. Of course, the biggest difference between that night and now was that she was no longer his girlfriend. From today onwards, the two were married to one another, ‘til death do they part.

The last 5 years contained plenty hard times for the couple, that were unconventional to what they were used to dealing with. The supernatural issues had died down a little, but with college separating the two, Stiles and Lydia had new problems to face. With Lydia attending MIT and Stiles in George Washington University, the distance between them was a good 7 hours by car at the least. Stiles was riddled with insecure thoughts, constantly wondering whether he was still good enough for his girlfriend, along with the distance and the guys at MIT who, according to him, were no doubt much better at everything than Stiles was. He had never been one to feel good about himself, so he felt like he would understand if Lydia did decide to leave him. Of course though, Lydia didn’t agree with Stiles’ opinions. A lot of her relationships in the past were unhealthy, but that changed when she was with him. Even before they were in a relationship, Stiles constantly showed Lydia how much he cared for her, which in turn made Lydia care for the Stilinski boy just as much. She never ceased to reassure him of how good he was to her, and more importantly, how no one could ever compare to Stiles in any aspect.

The pair looked out for each other, and always got through things together. With the help of technology, Stiles and Lydia would talk to each other almost every day. From simple texts to snapchats to facetime, the couple remained up to date with each other’s lives. This meant that it was easy to discern when one of them was stressed or worried about something, college work or otherwise. Sometimes they didn’t even need to tell each other that they were specifically stressed; The pitch in Lydia’s voice would rise unknowingly when talking about anything, and Stiles would become more reserved in himself, giving shorter replies and not talking much on the phone. When one of them recognised these traits in their partner’s behaviour, they would drive out as soon as possible to be with them, usually on the closest weekend. They’d comfort each other for as long as needed, and would inevitably drive around in their respective towns, spending as much time with each other as possible before they’d have to separate once more. The drives always occurred in the Jeep, never in Lydia’s car. Stiles always claimed that it was more authentic to drive around in Roscoe, and even though Lydia agreed, she would never admit that to him, knowing that he would just boast about his loyal car with this information.

Stiles smiled down at his sleeping wife, knowing that she’d always be there for him just as much as he would be there for her. He kissed her forehead lightly, running his hands through her soft hair afterwards, knowing how much she loved the feeling of it, especially when she was tired. He knew everything about this woman, the love of his life. She was single-handedly the smartest and most beautiful person in the world, and he couldn’t believe that she was his. Even though they were dating for 4 years before he proposed, and then got married today, over a year later, he still couldn’t fathom that she decided to stay with Stiles when she could literally have any guy that she wanted.

He still remembered how nervous he felt leading up to proposing to the girl of his dreams. He needed it to be perfect, so he enlisted the help of Scott and Kira, planning the event for weeks. When he first spoke to Scott about the idea, he was a complete wreck.

“But Scott, what if she says no? What if she’s never even thought about getting married or what if she doesn’t feel ready to take our relationship to the next level or what if -”

“Stiles!” Scott had to cut his best friend off. He was thankful for supernatural senses, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to decipher a single word that Stiles had just said, all while seemingly forgetting to breathe. Scott stood from the couch, walking over to where his best friend was now frozen from when he was pacing originally. He put an arm on his shoulder and spoke in a much softer tone than how Stiles was speaking just moments ago.

“Listen, dude. Even if I couldn’t hear her heartbeat and smell her pheromones, I’d still be able to tell that Lydia is more than head over heels in love with you.”

Stiles shook his head vehemently, clearly in denial still.

“No but Scott -”

“I wasn’t finished. You’re the best thing that has happened to Lydia, I mean c’mon, she loves you more than she ever loved Jackson -”

Stiles scoffed. “Well yeah, that guy was an A-class douche.”

Scott laughed slightly, then spoke up before his childhood friend could interrupt him once more. “Look, my point is that there’s no one that Lydia would rather spend the rest of her life with. You balance each other out perfectly and she knows it, so if there’s anyone who’s going to marry Lydia Martin, it’s you, buddy.”

Stiles’ face was full of tension until hearing the last thing Scott said. His entire face lit up as realisation hit him, creating a smile so bright that nothing could dim it down in that moment.

“I’m going to marry Lydia Martin.”

The dynamic duo started to set everything in motion from then. Stiles asked Kira for extra help, knowing that she would be able to help in all things Lydia, in addition to keeping Scott and Stiles on track when necessary. Together, the three of them had managed to plan an amazing night.

On their 4-year anniversary, Stiles took Lydia to one of her favourite restaurants. Once there, she gave him a little surprise of her own. She presented him with 2 tickets to the next Mets game, and a voice note that said “It is you that I love, Stiles” in Yoda’s voice, courtesy of a silly app that she had found. He would have proposed to her there and then if it wasn’t for the fact that Kira would kill him if he didn’t go through with the original plan.

Dinner was followed by one of their famous night drives. Stiles wouldn’t let up on where he was taking her, much to Lydia’s annoyance, and they eventually ended up at the beach. They walked hand in hand along the seashore, talking about anything and everything like they always do. After a short while, Stiles led her to a part of the beach that she hadn’t seen on the drive up, nor when they were walking. It was hidden away behind a few shacks, but looked gorgeous nevertheless. A load of fairy lights were strung up overhead, illuminating the space around them perfectly. A piece of string was attached between two posts, with photos of the couple throughout the years hung up on it. Lydia gasped when she saw the setup, running to inspect the photos more closely.

“Stiles, this is really cute!” She kept her focus on the pictures of her and her boyfriend, admiring how happy they look in each one. She called his name again when she didn’t get a response the first time, and when he didn’t reply again, she turned around to see where he was.

Stiles was exactly where Lydia had left him, except now he was down on one knee, with a black velvet box in his outstretched hands. She gasped again in shock, tears welling up in her eyes as she walked over to him.

“Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. We’ve known each other since the 3rd grade, although you didn’t really notice me until sophomore year of high school. I’m really glad you did notice me though, because it’s what inevitably started this beautiful relationship between us, even if it did take a while. The last 4 years have been the best years of my life, and don’t tell Scott this, but you’re definitely my favourite person. You’re incredibly smart, and your beauty is too great to be described by ordinary words, along with your personality which never ceases to amaze me every single day. We’ve been through so much together, more than the ordinary couple have, and we’ve both been in our fair share of dangerous situations. Situations that make you appreciate who you love, and make you want to cherish them even more if you got the chance to be with those people again. Lydia, I want to show you how much I appreciate you for the rest of our lives. I want to dedicate every ounce of my time into showing you the love you deserve. You make me the happiest man alive just by being near me, and if you’ll let me, I want to make you feel just as happy as you make me. So, Lydia Camille-Grace Martin, will you marry me?”

Lydia didn’t know when the tears in her eyes had started to fall, but once they did, they didn’t stop, which brought Stiles to tears as well. Here she was, enjoying her life with the one person that never doubted her, that always supported her, and he’d just offered a chance of forever with him. She loved this man more than life itself, and before she even realised she was doing so, Lydia was saying “Yes” repeatedly. She couldn’t stop crying, but she was the happiest she had ever been in that moment, and it was all because of Stiles.

Stiles’ face mirrored the happiness that Lydia was feeling. He stood up, placing the gorgeous ring onto her ring finger, immediately kissing her straight after. A state of euphoria cascaded over the both of them, more than beyond excited to spend the rest of their lives together.

It was eventually Lydia who had broke away from the kiss first, looking down at the ring that accompanied her left hand. She didn’t take the time to look at it before, too caught up in Stiles’ words, and then in his arms. It was simple, yet still beautiful. A polished silver band wrapped around her finger, a magnificent diamond placed perfectly in the middle, with the initials ‘M.S’ and ‘L.M’ engraved on either side of it. She’d only seen it for a few seconds, but already it meant more to her than he’d ever know.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when her boyfriend, now fiancé, spoke to her softly.

“Do you like it?”

She simply smiled, even more than before if that was possible, and looked directly into his chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s beautiful Stiles, I love it. Thank you.”

He was more than relieved, happy that she liked his choice so much. He kissed her temple, in addition to pulling her closer into his arms, and sighed. “A beautiful ring for a beautiful woman. Happy anniversary, baby.”

She laid her head on his shoulder, embracing the bliss that she was feeling, until a thought crossed her mind. She pulled away from him slightly, giving him a light hit on the chest as she looked up at him. The hit had nowhere near enough force to actually hurt Stiles, but he still exaggerated when he said “Ow! What was that for?”

She knew he was joking, which is why her tone was only semi-serious, laughing halfway through. “This is why you didn’t tell me that we were going to the beach when I was asking in the car! You know how much I hate waiting for surprises!”

Stiles laughed with his entire body, practically shaking as he heard what Lydia just said. His head was thrown back, joy consuming him completely, and Lydia wanted to see him like this every day.

When he finally calmed down, Stiles looked playful with a little smirk on his face, and responded with “So I should have just told you when you asked? I’ll make sure to do just that next time.”

Before Lydia had the chance to respond, Stiles started walking off, further down the side of the beach. When she understood what he had just insinuated, she shouted “Wait! What do you mean next time?!” and ran after him. Her attempt to catch up to him was feeble; he heard her running and ran even faster, both of them laughing and being carefree together.

Stiles chuckled to himself as he thought of the memory, not caring how crazy he might look to other people. The sound and minimal movement from him was what woke Lydia up, seeming confused in her sleepy state.

“What are you laughing at, Stiles?”

He looked down at her, finding the mix of confusion and sleep on her extremely adorable. “Sorry, I was just thinking back to when I proposed. Do you remember how you reacted when you realised why I wanted to surprise you?”

She smiled at the memory, neither confusion nor sleep now evident on her face. “Yeah. Still thinking about proposing again?”

He couldn’t help but laugh again, a little quieter this time. “Nah. I think I’m happy with what I’ve got at the moment.” He followed his statement up with a wink, something that still gave Lydia butterflies to this day.

“Oh yeah? Anyone special?”

He took her hand in his, squeezing it slightly, never breaking eye contact as he spoke. “She’s definitely something. She’s like, ten-thousand percent out of my league, but today she and I got married. I guess miracles do happen, huh?”

Lydia had to put her head on Stiles’ shoulder in order to hide the blush that was taking over her face. “You’re such a cheeseball, Stiles.”

He took his hand out of hers, deciding to hug her instead, whispering into her ear. “Maybe, but you love me anyway so it doesn’t matter.”

The last year seemed to fly by for Stiles, Lydia, and the rest of the pack. Months of preparation and effort from everyone had led up to this day. To say both sides of the wedding party were excited was an understatement. Stiles had always experienced nervousness as a side effect of being excited though, and it had never been as bad a case as it was on the morning of his wedding day.

He was getting ready with his best friend and best man by his side, Scott McCall. The two had been friends since they were 4 years old, so it was only fitting that Scott was the only person capable of calming his best friend down besides the bride herself.

“Stiles, listen to me, okay? You and Lydia have been planning this for over a year. You’ve been together for 5 years, and I know for a fact that you’ve thought about this day even before that.” Scott paused, laughing at the thought of a younger Stiles, completely obsessed with everything that included Lydia Martin. “You’ve already got the girl, and after today you’ll have her with you for the rest of your life. You’re ready for this.”

Stiles appreciated Scott’s words, and even agreed to some extent, but he still felt uneasy. He looked from his hands, unsteady and shaking, up to his best friend. “I know, Scotty. The thing is, I’ve thought about this for so long that it has to be perfect. I can’t screw this up, for me or her.” He glanced down once more, his hands still moving on their own volition. “What if I mess something up, Scott? What if I have a panic attack in the middle of it? Or if-”

Scott sighed, being used to Stiles’ nervous ramblings by now. “You’re doing that thing again where you think too much and then become nervous about everything. It’s simple. You have no doubt in your mind that you want to marry Lydia, right?”

Stiles simply nodded, worried that if he spoke then he wouldn’t stop.

“And Lydia feels exactly the same way about being with you. When you’re out there in a few minutes, don’t think of everyone watching you. Don’t think about your dad, or the pack, or even me. Think about her. Focus on her when she walks down the aisle, and only her. That way, you won’t feel like you have to impress everyone else in the room, just her. You’re good at doing that Stiles, you always have been.”

So, Stiles did exactly that. When Lydia walked down the aisle with the Sheriff, she was the only thing that he saw. He was about to marry the woman that he’d loved since before he knew what love was, and suddenly he forgot why he was nervous in the first place. She was his world, and he was hers, so he didn’t need to worry.

He watched as she came closer to him, a tear falling from his eyes. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever laid eyes on, and that wasn’t even the greatest thing about her. Lydia approached him, the Sheriff standing to the side as she reached his son. She wiped his eyes, her own showing evidence of tears also. They were wiped away by Stiles, the couple smiling adoringly at each other, before the ceremony began.

The event had happened without a single hitch, and before they knew it, Stiles and Lydia were officially married. After their first kiss as a married couple, Stiles turned to Scott, giving him a little fist bump that was only noticeable in close distance. Lydia didn’t miss it however, laughing at how some things never change. She wouldn’t have it any other way though, and gave Scott a warm smile to say thanks, knowing how crucial he was in getting both Stiles and Lydia in this position today.

The reception was an eventful one, to say the least. Filled with laughter and happiness, the entire pack was at peace for once in a very long time. Nearly everyone that mattered to the happy couple were surrounding them. Derek, Isaac, and Liam made up the groomsmen, with Kira, Malia and Hayden being the bridesmaids. Kira took on the double role of maid of honour also, making her just as important as Scott in the preparation for today, if not more so.

The only people who hadn’t attended either weren’t around anymore sadly, or they couldn’t make it. Lydia’s father had made a lame excuse about how he wouldn’t be able to cope if he had to be in a room with her mother, though he did try to back it up with how happy he was for his daughter. Stiles felt upset for her, and was more than mad that her father didn’t even consider going for Lydia’s sake. He watched her enjoying everyone’s company and leaned in to talk to her, quiet enough that people with human hearing couldn’t pick up on it.

“I’m sorry that your dad didn’t come today. I know that deep down you would have loved if he was the one walking you down the aisle instead of my dad.”

She held his hand under the table they were currently sitting by, speaking in the same quiet tone that Stiles had used. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re right, even though I resented my dad for making me choose between him and my mom when I was 16, a part of me still wanted him to be there for me on my wedding day. He chose not to come though, and maybe that’s for the best. You know I haven’t had the best relationship with him since he and mom divorced, and with the lack of contact, I feel like he doesn’t really know me that well anyway. I’m not the same person that I was back then, and he barely knows about the things I’ve gone through since he left. If he wasn’t there for me during my most vulnerable days, I don’t see the point in him wanting to celebrate the happiest day of my life with me. He’d also be a real pain for my mom, and I wouldn’t want her to deal with that, not on today of all days. She may tell me that she’ll be fine with him being here as long as I’m happy, but they weren’t happy when they were together, so seeing him again at her daughter’s wedding day would probably bring back some painful memories for her too. Besides, I’d rather have a father-in-law walk me down that actually cares for me than my biological dad who practically wants nothing to do with me. So, thank you for asking your dad to do that for me Stiles, it means a lot.”

This wasn’t the first time that Stiles was rendered speechless by Lydia, but it was the first time she made his mind go blank also. Usually when he’s impressed by her, a million thoughts race through his mind all at once, making it difficult to filter through them and articulate them properly. This time though, he really wasn’t expecting her to be so okay with the situation at hand. This is the one day that is supposed to be perfect for her, and she’s perfectly okay with not having her own father there with her? All Stiles knew was that he loved her so much, and that he was incredibly proud of how far Lydia had come along. 16-year-old Lydia wouldn’t stand for this, making sure that she would get the stereotypical ideal wedding even at the expense of others. The Lydia sitting right next to him though no longer cared about doing things for the sake of doing them, instead making decisions to make the people that she loves happy, which in turn made her feel happy.

Stiles still hadn’t figured out an appropriate response to his wife’s great monologue, so he did the next best thing. He kissed her as if his life depended on it, trying to convey how much he appreciated her through the action. When he pulled away, she seemed happy, but a little confused.

“What was that for?”

Stiles smiled, kissing her cheek this time. “I just… I love you so much, Lydia Stilinski.”

Lydia loved how her name sounded now, almost as much as Stiles did. “I love you too.”

From that point on, Stiles constantly referred to Lydia as Lydia Stilinski. It got a little tedious to some of the guests there, but Stiles didn’t care. He’s thought of marrying this girl since he was 8 years old. Now that it was official, Stiles wasn’t going to let anyone forget it.

Another thing Stiles kept doing at the reception was teasing his wife about the honeymoon coming up. Lydia had let Stiles plan it all, only regretting that decision soon after because of course he wasn’t telling her a single detail about it. Now that they were married, he was taunting her with the countdown to their flight and giving hints that were too vague to try and decrypt. As much as she hated surprises though, she loved Stiles and trusted that he would plan an amazing fortnight away.

It wasn’t until they got to the airport later that Stiles revealed his plans to whisk her away to Paris, a place she had always wanted to visit.

When it was time for the speeches, Stiles was dreading what would be said about him. Usually, he didn’t believe in regret; his policy was to put everything into his actions and move on, or to not carry them out at all. When the people closest to him had the power to exploit the stories around those actions however, on what is supposed to be the best day of his life, his policy didn’t really protect him. He was expecting the worst, so he was pleasantly surprised when his friends didn’t exceed his expectations.

To everyone’s surprise, Derek’s speech was the more light-hearted one of the two. To everyone who knew nothing about the supernatural, the speech just seemed like a bunch of anecdotes recalling Stiles’ funniest moments. The pack however knew that Derek was picking out certain parts of whole stories, for entertainment purposes. Neither Stiles or Lydia minded though, because it reminded them that even through the worst moments of their lives, they still made good memories along the way. So, when the sourwolf joked about Stiles still being a hyperactive spaz that is nowhere near ready for married life, Stiles was only moderately offended.

Scott’s speech took a much more emotional turn. Being the only person that grew up with both Stiles and Lydia, he knew everything that the couple had been through, both individually and together. Due to this fact, Scott must have felt like it was a duty of his to express to everyone about how he has seen his best friend crush on the girl sitting right next to him since they were in the 3rd grade. He explained how he couldn’t be prouder of the two people getting married today, and how glad he was to grow up with them at the same time. Even though she had no doubt about this, Scott promised Lydia that she will always be loved and looked after by his best friend. He then drew his speech to an end, half-jokingly stating that regardless of Stiles’ operative skills, Scott could still beat his ass if he managed to mess this up. By the time the true alpha was finished speaking, Lydia’s eyes were watering once more, along with Melissa, Natalie, and even a slight tear from the Sheriff.

Lydia watched the best man walk out of the venue, obviously wanting to take a breather. She told Stiles that she was going to speak to him, and then left to approach him. They stood side by side, in silence for a few minutes, until Lydia finally broke the peace. She turned to him, watching him take the view in.

“That was a really lovely speech, Scott. Thank you.”

He looked at one of his closest friends, appreciating everything that she had done for both Scott and Stiles over the years.

“It’s no problem… I meant it, you know, about being proud of you two. You’ve both come so far, and you’ve always had each other’s backs through it all, along with mine too. I honestly can’t see Stiles getting married to anyone but you, and I know he will be the best person for you as well.”

She turned back to where she was previously looking, staring at the lush gardens that surrounded the banquet hall. “You talk like you always knew we’d be together in the end.”

He shook his head slightly, smirking as he did so. “I wouldn’t say I knew, but I definitely hoped you would. Hearing Stiles talk about how much he loved you for as long as I can remember, it made me wish that you two would end up together eventually. When you started dating after the wild hunt, my first thought was ‘finally’, not just because Stiles could stop telling me that he loved you so much and start telling you instead, but also because it meant you would both start to receive the love I always knew you both deserved. If there’s one thing that I did know about you guys, it’s that I knew how right you were for each other. You know that saying that talks about soulmates being 2 sides of the same coin? That is exactly what you two are: soulmates. It seems even more fitting that you were his first love as well.”

Lydia thanked the heavens that she was wearing waterproof mascara, otherwise she would have scolded the man next to her for making her cry with his words. She knew exactly who he was thinking of when he said his last sentence, this being the exact topic she came out here to speak to him for. She reached for his hand, holding it comfortably in her own.

“You’re thinking of Allison, aren’t you?”

He nodded, confirming her suspicions. “She would be proud of you and Stiles too.” He smiled, thoughts of his first girlfriend flooding through his mind. “She would have loved to have been here.”

It was Lydia’s turn to think of her best friend. “Yeah, she always was a romantic girl. She’ll always be here though, in our hearts.”

Scott squeezed Lydia’s hand a little, knowing that she missed her best friend as much as he missed his first love. “Yeah, you’re right.” They shared a knowing glance, not having to communicate to know that they were always there for each other, to talk about Allison or anything else when needed.

The moment didn’t last long, Scott ushering Lydia inside, demanding that she get back to her husband and have their first dance together.

When Lydia did find Stiles again, he was standing next to his dad, in what seemed to be a very deep conversation. She didn’t want to bother them, but she did want to dance with Stiles, so she politely asked Noah if she could borrow his son for a few minutes, to which he accepted completely.

When the couple reached the dance floor, Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin started to play. The pair swayed to the song slowly, Lydia’s arms around Stiles’ neck, his secured around her waist. In that moment, nothing else mattered to them but each other and the song. Lydia stared into Stiles’ beautiful eyes, getting lost in them like she had done so many times before.

“What were you and your dad talking about?”

He kissed her forehead, giving her a sheepish smile, almost shy even. “He was telling me about how proud he was of us, and how he knows my mom would be just as proud. What about you and Scott?”

She giggled, laughing at the similarity in their conversations. “Pretty much the same thing. He said how proud he was of us, that Allison would be proud, and she would have wanted to be here too.”

He smiled softly, enjoying her amusement in the comparison. “We did our favourite people proud, Lydia Stilinski.”

She could live in this bubble forever, only being accompanied by Stiles and gentle music. “We certainly did, Stiles Stilinski.”

Lydia had swapped seats with Stiles, wanting to get a closer look of the view as they flew over Europe. Stiles didn’t mind though, he was happy enough to just admire her instead. She turned to him, only to see him already looking at her. Both of their cheeks were hurting with how much they were smiling, but neither of them cared. Lydia turned to the window once more, leaning back into Stiles this time so that her back was against his chest. He rested his head atop hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She looked up at him as best as she could. In a soft whisper, she asked “Can you believe we’re married? I still can’t.”

He looked down at her, falling in love with her all over again like he does every time he looks at her. “Me neither.”

She spoke so quietly that he almost missed it, despite being so close to her. “I love you, Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski.”

He pulled her closer into him, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I love you too, Lydia Camille-Grace Stilinski.”

They both looked towards the window once more, looking forward to what the next two weeks had in store for them, and every day after that too. They were at peace, knowing for sure that regardless of what life attempts to throw at them, they’ll get through it, together.

#stydia #stydia fic #stydia fanfiction #stiles x lydia #stiles stilinski x lydia martin #stiles stilinski imagine #lydia martin imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fluff #stydia fluff #mieczyslaw stilinski #mieczyslaw stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #My writing

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Infinity On High [1]

A/N: BEHOLD, My side project that I now have time to do. I made this idea up a while ago, but I only have... Two parts written, but I know there's going to be more soooo... Posting is like, my motivation to finish.

Watch as I use every song title in the album ‘Infinity On High’ as a chapter title because I’m dedicated.

I’m also unsure of what to tag so... I went through as many common tags as I could figure out. For reference, Reader was made with her species in mind, but I started watching Runaways and I realized that Karolina is also similar so, enjoy both of those cool comic book alien things.

Word Count: 2784

Warnings: None (I think there's a few swear words... An ominous flashback?)

Summary: Can’t a girl who may or may not be an alien or some kind of mutant just go out for pizza without having to stop an armed robbery? Guess not, but at least you (kinda) met Spiderman and (kinda) became an overnight internet sensation.

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All you wanted was pizza.

That was the entire reason you’d managed to convince yourself to come outside of you cozy, and somewhat dubiously gained, apartment and it’s just your luck that you’d wind up smack-dab in the middle of a robbery so idiotic that it may have been planned by a toddler.

Because honestly, who robs a pizza parlor at 8 o’clock on a Sunday night while dressed like either the characters from the monster mash or a bunch of second-rate Scooby Doo villains?

I guess anything is better than hiding in a dingy pizza parlor bathroom, you mused somewhat bitterly as you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

Hiding in a bathroom and plotting how to stop an already poorly planned robbery, what an adventure for a Sunday afternoon.

From what you saw when you walked out (before realizing what was happening outside and promptly walking back in) a few seconds ago, there were only four robbers dressed in Halloween masks (a werewolf, a zombie, a clown, and a vampire to be exact) and a small, but decent amount of staff and patrons. You figured they had to have guns or something along those lines on them since you couldn’t think of any other reason for why they had been so successful up to this point.

By the look of things, no one had been able to call the police, and you were sure that the Avengers had better things to do than deal with a petty pizza robbery, so it seems like it’s time for someone to step up to the plate and be a hero.

It just so happens that this time around that someone was going to have to be you.

You took a deep breath and began focusing on the ever-present tingle just under the surface of your skin. I haven't had to do this in a while, I hope this works…

When you felt the vague tickle of stars drifting along (or maybe within?) your skin, you knew there was no chance you could go back to hiding in a corner. You opened your eyes and were met with your glowing… Everything.

Standing in a once poorly lit bathroom with only sweats and an oversized sweater adorning your form, you knew there was no way you could go out like this. You needed to change so there was no what anyone could make the connection between the girl who walked in and order an entire pizza for herself, and the decidedly in-human being that was about to step out into the limelight.

“Goddamn it…” you huffed, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to stop the vibrations emanating from your core. “It's time to be a fucking hero, I guess.”

You couldn't tell if it was nerves or excitement that had you buzzing the way you were, but as you made your way out the bathroom (as well as beginning to burn off your clothes, thanking whatever higher power is out there that whatever species you were didn't have anything resembling human anatomy outside of the general shapes), you realized that sometimes complicated emotions just so happen to come in pairs.

Everything that occurred after you burst out of the bathroom, however? That all came in a pretty simple sequence.

First, everyone who had previously been preoccupied with the robbery in progress immediately turned their attention to the figure that had blown the door to the bathroom off. That was quickly followed by a series of gasps, which typically follow the sight of something as strange as a walking piece of outer space kicking down a bathroom door.

Second, your eyes meet the confused gaze of the robber closest to you, one wearing a cheap looking werewolf and you zeroed in on him, teleporting behind him in a cloud of blue mist. He barely had time to realize what you did, because the second you rematerialized behind him you held up your hand to his back and fired a controlled blast at him, nothing that would do more than disorient and lightly burn him (it would be a shame to murder someone your first day of getting reacquainted with your powers). Once he'd been knocked into a wall on the other end of the pizzeria, you turned around to get a look at the 3 other men who had ruined your Sunday.

A zombie, slowly shuffling towards the door in true zombie fashion as if you hadn't noticed him because he was moving so slowly, a clown who had originally been brandishing his gun at the patrons (of which there were around ten, including the staff, all corralled around a corner booth), and Dracula, who had stopped looting the register when you blew the door off the bathroom.

Based on his attitude before you'd caught his attention, the clown is the only one who you could realistically see managing causing harm to anyone in the restaurant before you could immobilize them. With that in mind, you begin a steady march towards the man with the clown mask making sure to give a glare and raising a hand to the zombie, as if to say ‘stay there, I'll get to you in a moment’.

It was clearly enough to get the point across it seemed as he stopped his approach to the door the moment you directed any of your attention to him.

There was still a chance he would get brave enough to make a run for it, and while that would be a shame, minimizing casualties seems as though it should be the first priority in a situation like this. At the very least you couldn't think of one that was more important off the top of your head.

Fourthly (fifthly if you want to count threatening the zombie), you make your way to the clown with a determined gait and watch the way that the confidence in his eyes slowly fizzles away with each step you take in his direction.

When he focuses his aim at you and takes a shot at you, you don't even blink, still approaching him, not even letting your arm drop from its position threatening the zombie, who was still frozen in place to close to the door for your liking. A small smile grows on your face as you witness the pure horror/amazement spreading on the faces of everyone in the room when they realize the bullets just burn away before they can reach you.

The smile only gets brighter once you get close enough to reach out and grab the barrel of his gun and it starts melting as a result of your body heat, watching as he begins to figuratively (you hope at least) piss his pants.

You may spend more time than necessary doing that but who's to say?

When you feel like he's been shaken up enough, you grab his arm and twist around to throw him at the zombie, leaving them both in a heap near the door.

I am nothing if not efficient.

Lastly, you turn to the only robber who remained standing, seemingly in shock that you managed to dispatch his entire crew. The stare down continued for few incredibly drawn out seconds before you finally break the silence.

“Am I really gonna have to come over there or could you just throw yourself into that pile of your friends that I started by the door?”

You watch as Dracula drops his weapon and the cash he’d manage to grabbed from the regular before you stepped out, on the ground before he rushes around the counter and throws himself on the ground before you to cower at your feet.

You paused for a moment to consider your situation. You’d only been a ‘hero’ for around two minutes and you already had boys throwing themselves at you…

Literally.

You turn your head to check on the teenagers that had previously been cowering just like Dracula, based off of the sweatshirts some of them had on, they went to the same school as you did. Maybe you should lighten the mood before they get even more freaked out?

“So… How’s the pizza? Pepperoni, classic.” Nailed it, your eyes glossed over the unfamiliar faces for any traces of distress now that you have the time to check over then. “Are you guys alright?”

Before anyone could respond to you, the door burst open (you were beginning to sense a pattern here), whipping around and channeling energy in your fist, preparing to face off against whatever stormed in to ruin the peace you just brought to the peace too. The energy in coursing throughout your body fizzled out as your eyes met those of Spider-man, the eyes on his mask widening at the sight of you.

Your both stare at each other in stunned silence for god knows how long, the lenses of his mask squinting as he glossed over your form before he slowly lifted his hands defensively in front of him as if to tell you he meant no harm.

“Um… Hey there?”

The words had barely left his mouth before you smack one of your hands on the tray where the pizza the teens had yet to enjoy was sitting and raise the other one in an attempt to wave, letting out a small ‘Hi’, before you blip out of the pizzeria in a puff of smoke and rematerialize in your kitchen.

Hovering above the floor of your kitchen, pizza in hand (and slightly on it), part of you wonders if going out for pizza was a mistake.

The other part of you completely understands that it was a mistake to go out for pizza.

Meanwhile, Peter Parker stood in the doorway of the restaurant. Ignoring the 4 men laying haphazardly on the ground, he was left to wonder if he really just witnessed a girl made of stars blink out of existence before his very eyes. A camera flash in his periphery and a groan somewhere at his feet brought his attention situation.

“Right, criminals.”

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The first thing you remember noticing was the smell. You don’t know how you got there, but you had a hunch that you were the cause as you were the only thing left standing in the smoldering crater you’d inexplicably found yourself in.

As a strange mixture of snow and soot rained down upon you, you realized there wasn’t a single thing you could remember about how you ended up here. Taking tentative steps toward through the mess, you were met the ghost of memories, flashes of lab coats and armed guards, the sting of needles poking into your skin, the taste of strange medicines. There was a vague impression of the lessons that they gave you in sterile white rooms, and the whispers of questions being asked.

You could faintly hear them asking you what you were and where you came from, and when you were capable of telling them that you didn’t know, you could vividly remember the biting cold that filled your bones as they throw you into a freezer disguised as cell until you were willing to cooperate.

Picking around pieces of glass and metal, finding the odd tool or device left mostly intact even if slightly melted, most of which you found a good distance from where you first awakened.

You don’t know how long you’d been out here before you regained some semblance of consciousness, all you knew was that you needed to get out of here before someone found you.

Catching a glimpse of your reflection in the shambles of what must’ve been a window, you have to take a moment just to let it set in that the thing staring back at you with glowing eyes is actually you.

How were you going to get out of this?

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In the short time that you’ve been in existence, or at least the parts you’ve been fully conscious for, the one thing that you know for sure (other than an acute understanding of astrophysics and astronomy, which probably don’t count only because you literally are astrophysics and astronomy) is that humans are always full of surprises. They’re like extremely large cockroaches, resilient, determined, likely to survive a nuclear apocalypse…

You also know that when place in stressful or dangerous situations the younger ones tend to record it as it happens. The idea never bothered you before, first-hand accounts are important after all, it had never something you’d taken into consideration as something to be upset at.

Until the next morning after your pizza escapades.

When you went to check your phone while getting ready for school and discovered that pictures and images of your late night adventures were trending on Twitter.

Part of you was interested in how it spread so fast, I mean aren’t the Avengers out there in the world doing things? but that part was thoroughly overshadowed by the part of you that wanted to see what people had to say about you.

Who is she? Where’d she come from?

Is this like, another new avenger?

I can’t believe that there could be even more aliens on our planet that we don’t even know about.

I don’t know where she came from, but she’s hot af

“I mean, that one’s not wrong…” You mused, “An inner body temperature of probably like, eighteen billion degrees is pretty hot… That’s not what he meant is it?”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, it occurred to you that whoever the lab coats were that filled the barren walkways of you patchy memory might be able to find you from this, but you smothered that flame before it could spread.

It was a one-time thing that took place in a city of over 7 million people, there’s no way they could find you here.

Not to mention the Avengers live here too, and Spider-man too, I'm safe here, the rational only partially quelled the slight ache in your gut (although you did snort a little at the unintentional reminder of Spiderman’s wide eyes at seeing you the night before).

You spent a few more minutes browsing around the internet for more reactions and comments before you finally decided to get out of bed and head to your bathroom to get ready for school.

You’ve decided the best part about being home was not having to change out of your natural form, or at least the one you assumed was your natural form, and being able to float to your destinations (in retrospect, that not very impressive when you consider that you live in a one bedroom apartment and everything is close together). It was also interesting to see the way you looked when you were still waking up and today was no different. Looking at what you could see of your upper body in the bathroom mirror you watched as the swirling nebulas and stars that made up your skin slowly started to brighten up; as if the galaxies spanning your body were waking up at the same time you were.

Brushing away the “hair” floating around your face, whether not it was mimicking bed head was up for debate, both due to the fact that you can't say for sure if it is hair in this form (being that it seems to just be an extension of your body that happens to resemble hair) and because it acts like this almost always.

It's very photogenic, however... You muse over the idea if becoming an Instagram modeling superhero (or at least a cool one who makes a bunch of aesthetic post about space) before getting back to the real matter at hand…

After taking a few selfies, just in case you ever did make an account showcasing your “alter ego” though it was highly improbable you'd ever take that step.

Walking out of the bathroom to survey your clothes, briefly mourning the outfit you charred last night, you tore through the one dresser you had.

“I have a literal pocket dimension inside of my body but every article of clothing I own is confined to these drawers?” Letting out a groan and running your hand down your face, you considered that maybe you needed a shopping trip in the future. “I’m sorry for ever wishing to be normal, normal is boring and I want a walk-in closet.”

Finally settling for a very on the nose ‘the truth is out there’ shirt and a pair of leggings, you stop by the mirror to make sure that you remembered to revert to your human form and take the time to shoot a single text on your way out the door.

To: Michelle

Did you hear about that alien girl?

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you-did-well-my-love · 7 years

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Drama Review: Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

There are a few grievances I have with the drama, and unfortunately they’re not small grievances, but overall I really enjoyed the drama.

Rating: 4/5 I rated it a 9/10 on mydramalist, but i’m thinking about lowering it to an 8.5 tbh...

OST: I wasn’t a fan of the superpower girl song they played, but I know that some people really liked it and were dying for the song to be released. Just depends on your taste I guess.

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Synopsis: Do Bong Soon is a woman with superhuman strength. With her strength she gets hired as the bodyguard of the spoiled CEO of the gaming company Ainsoft, Ahn Min Hyuk. Min Hyuk is being threatened by an unknown enemy, and is determined to solve the problem himself out of his distaste and distrust of the police. In Guk Doo is a policeman and Bong Soon’s crush since childhood. When series of kidnappings occur in Bong Soon’s small, quiet neighborhood Dobong-dong, their little community is thrown into chaos. Combined with the job of protecting her boss’s life, Bong Soon’s already unusual life has gone wild. However, she must be careful; if she missuses her strength, she could lose it forever. (this is the mydramalist description which... hehe... i wrote)

Trigger Warning: Domestic abuse. Bong Soon’s mom was abusive towards her dad. The writers obviously intended it in a comedic way, and I think part of it is gender roles like they didn’t see the problem because *mocking tone* “men can’t get abused right?” *eye role* but it was really uncomfortable to watch. And I’m pretty sure they saw the negative comments about it because they tried to go and take it back in the finale, but even then it was still problematic. She was still verbally abusive too.

Thoughts/Review: (no spoilers maybe a little minor general stuff)

Although I absolutely adored the cast, I went in with really low expectations because I thought the plot was ridiculous. It exceeded my expectations, and I really thought this would make my favorites list at the start, but the drama became kind of messy towards the end. Particularly with their “comic relief” side plots, which I will rant about later.

Park Bo Young, in her typical cute nature, plays a super strong badass. The writers, I thought, did a nice job introducing her powers. They clearly stated the family history and how she must use them for good, and I appreciated the straightforwardness.

It wasn’t just her abilities, the writers set up everything you needed to know quickly and cleanly:

Our two leads have an indirect history with each other

the women in her family pass down this power of super strength that cannot be abused or there will be punishment

Our female lead’s desire

The CEO needs a bodyguard

And the story moves on from there.

The effects weren’t very high quality, but they were done in a cheesy and comedic way so it didn’t really matter. I mean this wasn’t a dark, gritty, Goblin/City Hunter/Hearer/Descendants of the Sun action-type drama. It was cute and comedic with lots of bright colors and ridiculous characters.

It didn’t stop at the super powers; cheesy effects would appear around the characters too. I.e. hearts appearing around the boy she likes.

The drama was just really extra, but in a cute way.

I also really appreciated the wit in the dialogue.

Okay so confession: I adore boss/employee romances. There’s something about them that I find thrilling; it’s why I enjoyed Just You so much. And Introverted Boss. And Rich Man Poor Woman.

Love. Them.

So while this isn’t your typical office romance, and it is by no means a business drama, it still had a few of those romance in the office elements that I like.

But before I jump completely into the romance, I want to talk about the characters.

Park Bo Young, I have loved her since A Werewolf Boy, and I am so glad she was the lead in this drama. She fit the character perfectly and her acting was phenomenal. Her expressions and emotions were so real. The way she cried was so realistic I was thoroughly impressed. Shame on the people who complained about her crying, it was 10x better than those actresses who worry about looking pretty when they cry, or just make the face but don’t release a tear.

And I just loved the character Do Bong Soon. She was a sassy, quirky, bundle of joy. I loved how she didn’t take anyone’s shit, she helped those who she saw in need, and she was caring of those around her.

Hyungsik. This was the role I had been waiting for him to get. I fell in love with him during High Society, and I saw his potential for a good romance drama as the lead, but that drama overall was shit. When he was cast as the lead for this, I was thrilled, and he did not disappoint. Plus the way he strut around everywhere was just hot. The boy is just so good at acting.

And his character. Ahn Min Hyuk, the boy was whipped by Bong Soon the first moment he laid eyes on her and it was fantastic. Half-an-hour into episode one. HALF. AN. HOUR. AND HE WAS WHIPPED. He accepted Do Bong Soon for who she was the moment he saw her; all of her. He respected her. And he waited until she was ready and came to him first before he made any moves. I don’t think any writers will ever be able to top the masterpiece that was Ahn Min Hyuk. (In the chaebol category at least, I’m still not over Eun Hwan Gi or Seo Jung Hoo for that matter. Sorry not sorry.) Ahn Min Hyuk is truly one of a kind.

In Guk Doo bugged the shit out of me. There. I said it. It sucks because I love Ji Soo, but this was not the role for him. Tbh, I don’t think he suited being a cop, but I hate the type of character he played in general. Those guys who start getting controlling of the girl after she starts to shift her crush to someone else. Always yelling and getting angry. Entitled bleeps who think they can decide the girl’s feelings. He was always cold to her even when they were supposed to be “friends.” I could go on, but I made my point. He became more tolerable towards the end of the drama when he started to actually do his job. Needless to say, there’s no worries for sls here. *thumbs up*

Also he was a terrible cop and should have had his badge suspended for excessive force.

I will admit: while Guk Doo annoyed me, the three of them really had good chemistry together.

The romantic chemistry, though, was off the charts. If you’re reading this and have only minimal knowledge on what this drama is about, I can almost guarantee that minimal knowledge is about the romance because it’s all anybody’s going to be talking about for the next century.

Right from the beginning Park Bo Young and Hyungsik had amazing chemistry. You could tell they were really comfortable with each other. Their energy was always so high and bouncing back and forth; it was addicting. When they bickered, it was really quick, so the timing was perfect and then combined with their expressions it had this amazing effect.

Then their relationship started to progress and it was such a sweet, innocent slow-burn. Confession, confirmation of feelings, hug, kiss. Innocent and gradual.

All of their scenes together were phenomenal, and I will never get over the fact that Min Hyuk’s eyes just dripped with honey every time he looked at Do Bong Soon. Never.

The plot was interesting. The kidnappings were thrilling, and the mystery behind Min Hyuk’s attacker held my attention. Then about halfway through the drama, it seemed like the writers got lazy.

There were fillers. Bits of comedic relief that were kept minimal in the beginning. But then towards the middle/end they developed into “plots” of their own except they weren’t sideplots, they didn’t have a conflict nor did they do shit to actually move the story along like a sideplot is supposed to. They had no purpose. None. Yet by the end of the drama, they took up half of the airtime. I am so beyond annoyed at all of the wasted time. I thought they were pretty funny at first, but by around episode 12, I was done. This is the main reason why I can’t give the drama a higher rating, because of the hill the writers tumbled down.

There were other aspects of the plot I found lazy, things were I thought “They couldn’t come up with a better way to do this or reveal that?” but I’m not going to specify because they’re major spoilers.

Now I’m going to address the elephant in the room: the implied sexism and implied homophobia.

So obviously you get a drama about a literal strong woman, there’s going to be some feminist vibes. And that’s what they were totally going for with Do Bong Soon and all the women in her family. There was this one time she faced some sexist dude with his car. If my memory serves me right, there was also a time she talked with her mom about how women have it harder. BUT there were also many times the dialogue had, like, implied sexism, if you know what I mean? Particularly whenever they mentioned the kidnapper. OR, the big one, how weak women are more attractive to men. Which brings me back as to why Min Hyuk was so amazing, because he constantly found Bo Soon’s strength attractive.

And now for Min Hyuk’s sexuality. This bothered me for a number of reasons, not because of anything Bong Soon or Min Hyuk said, but because of everything surrounding them. Bong Soon wasn’t bothered whatsoever by what she thought Min Hyuk’s sexuality was, and I appreciated that. But there were comments from other characters that I felt held implied homophobia. Particularly in everything Bong Soon’s mom said. And I get it “Korea’s a more conservative society” “the older generations would think that way” blah blah blah. Doesn’t change anything. Also I saw a lot of talk about queerbaiting when this was going on, which is entirely problematic on its own. Sure some of our leads’ interactions were funny, and I was fully convinced Min Hyuk didn’t care about his sexuality, but all of the context (the setting, the other characters, and the dialogue) all embody the reasons I am hesitant to watch Personal Taste.

Continuing on with the homophobia: THE DAMN DOPPLEGANGER. This actually fits into two sections: homophobia and the laziness of the writers as this character was one of the pointless “comedic relief” “sideplots”. This character was completely unnecessary. Completely. I couldn’t stand him. His character was based entirely off of exaggerating and making jokes about gay stereotypes and it seemed like a complete mockery of gay men.

I’ve tried to push all of these agitating bits out of my mind and only focus on the good: Park Bo Young and Park Hyungsik who did a fantastic job carrying this entire drama.

The ending was sweet. I was proud of Bong Soon. It felt a bit rushed in my opinion; they forced a lot to happen in a short period of time (episode length-wise not drama timeline). They also just completely tossed aside main characters.

I’ll end it on a high note: I adored the use of symbolism with Bong Soon and the closet. Those of you who actually made it to the end of this long-ass “review” and have already seen the drama will know what I’m talking about. I legitimately thought it was beautiful.

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Finished on 4/15/17

#strong woman do bong soon #hyungsik #park bo young #ji soo #kdrama #drama review

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Hi, Ben! Hope you had a good day, or at least a calm one! I think your tree is adorable, and I love your tree topper! It’s so pretty! Also, my congrats if Mo leaves it alone. Most of the kitty parents I know are full of horror stories about their cats climbing the tree/trying to eat the tree/trying to eat things off the tree/etc. XD One friend’s cat earned herself the nickname Monkey because the very first thing she did the night they brought her home was go right up the tree. I’m pretty sure that was at least a decade ago, and the only person who ever calls her by her actual name at this point is probably my friend’s dad. Another friend complains every year that she can’t use tinsel on her tree anymore because her cats will try to eat it.

And omg, that Disney/TW thing was terrible. Most of them seemed to only be using the most shallow, surface level reading of the characters, as usual they seemed to forget that Disney made animated films before the early 90s, and also as usual, Noah and Melissa got left out, despite having been there the full run of the show. I think I usually headcanon Peter more CN than anything else, but I can see the logic behind some NE being mixed in there, too. Some of that could be because I tend to see his apparent desire for power as more of a trauma-based need for control than just purely for its own sake. (It might have helped if they’d been a bit more consistent with his character…)

It’s probably because I was out of the fandom for a while, but most stuff I’ve seen that addresses it typically has the Hales being of British Isles descent. I think that’s mainly because the name itself is English (I think?), and it helps to explain the abundance of Celtic mythology/imagery if it’s something they brought with them when settling the town. I’m not particularly bothered either way, though, and always enjoy a chance to learn about other culture’s customs. :D And I love how everyone just agrees that Peter is the type to just casually speak like a dozen languages, just because he can. XD Also, I’m now picturing a springerle rolling pin that’s nothing but wolf images, a quite literally hand-carved hand-me-down (that I’m going to pretend was stored in the vault.)

And yeah, I figured the other kids would adapt pretty well, but I definitely foresee an issue with Jax. I feel like it’s going to come down to one of his siblings having to step in, probably either Malia (because he actually likes her) being like “Hey, could you maybe try not being such an obnoxious douche-nozzle to my dad before I punch you in the throat? Do I treat your dad that way?”, or Ben just being like “Why are you so mean to Poppa?” and then Jackson will have to face the full effect of the sad puppy face that got sprung on Stiles. XD

I feel like it would make sense for it to take a few full moons for a turned wolf to achieve a full shift, especially if there’s no genetic component. Almost all the wolves we see turned in the show have a rough enough time adapting at first without throwing in something like that. I definitely think it makes more sense for born wolves to have an easier/quicker time of it, especially at first.

I love both of the recent previews. I seriously have been ferally screaming over the pinned one all day. XD The swagger. The mountain ash. The “goddammit Peter, he’s not afraid of you, he’s afraid for you” of it all. And the section when he’s first shifting is good, too (no matter when it was written.) That’s going to be freaky as hell, even if you’re expecting it. And the whole thing with the way his bones are cracking and such just feels like it emphasizes how warped and wrong it all is, at least to me, because as best I remember, the few times we see a full shift in the show, it just sort of seems to flow from one to the other. Also, it just occurred to me that his alpha form was almost like a perfect balance of the American Werewolf in London and Underworld versions of full shift. I’m curious to see if he maintains that version or if the presence of his mates/pack help him heal to a more normal version. Part of me wants to see him get better because I don’t like seeing them hurt, part of me really wants to see his beast form tackle hug Noah and Chris and try to cuddle in their laps. XD

And oh, man, those window seats just made me want them to have one in the rebuilt Hale house, maybe in like a loft or an upper floor, that’s big enough for the three of them to cram into, or the kids, or assorted combos thereof, in whatever forms they choose. Especially for like during storms and stuff. Just, all the cuddles, and reading stories to the littles, and taking random naps in the sunshine, and everything.

Also, now I’m picturing Noah and Chris singing shit like “You Make It Feel Like Christmas” and “Cuddle Up, Cozy Down Christmas”, or like that “Peace On Earth/Little Drummer Boy” thing Bing Crosby and David Bowie did, while trying to make Peter a surprise breakfast, and it’s adorable. And I’ve been listening to way too much Straight No Chaser holiday music to deal with the idea of them all singing together in anything approaching a rational manner. And is he not supposed to look at them like they’re part of the menu? I’m pretty sure if Peter was given the option of what he’d like to eat first…well. XD

Those poor teachers. They probably thought they’d lucked out with this one after Stiles and Malia, and then the holidays came around… (Just wait until they get the next round of Haleargentski children…) XD

And I’m going to hold you to that promise of romance XD (not really, if it doesn’t work out that way, don’t worry.) I would say “my body is ready”, but that feels like it might come across somewhat awkward. XD Although it did occur to me that given how he is about the whole “your all’s shirts are way too tight to share” thing, when it gets to that point, Noah’s probably also going to have one of those “it’s been a hot minute, so some things aren’t quite what they used to be” type moments like Chris had with Peter at the motel, though I think he’d be more likely to try and joke it off, and Peter’s just going to be like “Gods, you two really are as bad as each other sometimes”, while happily reassuring both of them, because he can, and he enjoys it.

And wow, I’ve rambled on so much longer than I meant to given that I have an early shift tomorrow (or today, really… ’>.> ) So, I hope you got some decent rest, and your meds are helping like they should, and that you are happy with what you got done on the chapter. I hope that today goes well, too, and that you find some good candy at post-holiday discount prices, if that is a thing they do there (or will that not happen until after Christmas?) Anyway, I hope you have a good day, whatever else happens. Take care! *Hugs!*

Hey hey, I honestly had a pretty good day yesterday, a little busy because of last minute store runs and an uncooperating phone. (oh joy, had to reset the bastard twice) but other than that, pretty good.

Treated myself to a new game for Sinterklaas. It’s the Spiderman Game of the Year edition, I didn’t have that game yet and it was on sale for like 28 bucks and people left really good reviews. Maybe if I get some money for Christmas I might also get me the Miles Morales one, the new one. But I’m also getting Cyberpunk cause I pre-ordered it back in April, so we’ll see. I might just wait until Miles Morales goes on sale too in a couple of months. Still have to finish Valhalla first though XD.

And you’re not gonna believe it, but Mo left my Christmas tree completely alone. He does not care about the Christmas tree. He does not care about plants. He does not care about BOXES. I honestly think my cat is broken, but then again, I am typing this while he is sleeping in my lap and purring, so who cares.

And Omg XD I am eternally grateful Mo didn’t do that but I love Monkey and can see why they got that nickname XD What a rascal!

I mostly included NE for Peter because apparently that’s what Ian Bohen considers Peter’s Alignement to be. I personally think he’s more CN too (though I am probably basing that on his trauma.)

I actually made a personal alignment chart for the characters in Once Upon A Time here. (Though I forgot to include three characters namely the Nurse, John, and Danny. I think Danny would fall under either NG or LN and he would probably tell someone if someone’s shoe laces were untied, and the nurse more under LE I guess, considering her background, though I feel like she’s not evil for evil’s sake she more or less was driven to it and as such has a strong need for revenge regardless of whom she hurts, though she tries to redeem herself later. (and that’s all I will say due to spoilers). And she would probably tie the person’s shoe laces for them, old habits die hard.) John I feel like would be CG or LN and he’d be the person to untie his own shoes in solidarity. (kinda like his grandchildren Stiles and Malia, where do you think they got that one from?)

But yeah I’m still not sure how to feel about the Disney one. I can kinda see with some of them where they were coming from but none of it feels ‘flawless’ or particularly right to me? Idk. I honestly feel like Kuzco and maybe Pocahontas were the two biggest Nopes for me. I mean Scar kinda fits, Elsa, I can see that, but none of it I truly identify these characters with. Idk.

And I feel like Peter or John probably had the foresight to store some of their most prized family heirlooms in that vault. Such as a copy of the family photo, Peter’s triskelion necklace piece, a springerle with wolf inscriptions, some video tapes of the family, personal artifacts of each family member, and Talia and John’s claws, family recipes, some gifts John made for his grandchildren, and John’s journal about the family history, werewolf lore, and lots of dirt on both Elias Stilinski and Gerard Argent.

I feel like Peter speaking lots of languages also just makes sense. He seems to be the type to have connections everywhere and to have little birds everywhere listening in for him. He would also be the type of person to either have connections to or keep an eye on the Russian and Italian Maffia, he learned French and Polish for Chris and Noah, Spanish is just a useful language to learn because it's vast. And German and Dutch were taught to him from a young age, probably some Latin too. So I can see why many people would headcanon Peter as mutli-lingual, it just makes sense for his character.

Malia and Ben ganging up on Jackson is my new favorite image. Can you imagine what the combined power of those two will be? Also just any of the teenagers realizing they can deploy the younger sibling to be absolutely adorable and people will do anything for that face, no matter what the teenagers are asking.

As for Peter’s wolf, why not both? There’s no reason why he can’t act like an overgrown puppy as a beast and still heal and slowly revert back to his original form over the course of a couple of full moons as his mind heals from the trauma.

They’re definitely getting a windowseat big enough to seat three adults, four teenagers and a couple of little ones. Surrounded by books, a few curtains and lots of pillows. it needs to happen.

And you guessed it, there’s gonna be a shy moment where both Chris and Noah get self conscious about their bodies. Noah because, well, he gained some weight, got a bit older, has some stretch marks although he’s still goddamn fit considering what he does and he tries to play it off as a joke, Peter will show him just how sexy he is, really. And Chris has another moment because he had another baby, so more pudge, more stretch marks and due to his humanity, more scars. I think I’ll let Noah handle that one first and then Peter helps. Chris of course also worships Noah’s body, because holy shit, none of them is exactly in bad shape, but Noah’s definitely been hiding way more. Also Noah’s tall now, so Chris just sort of melts when the taller man sweeps him off his feet. We also need some Omega/Omega love in this story.

And wow, now I’ve been rambling XD. I’m gonna make me some late breakfast (it’s 1 pm) and grab some coffee and then start writing.

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Some corrupt cops are sitting at the table next to us, I’m stoned and eating pizza.

We had a big night on the bags last night; me and receptionists and some dorm mates.

Natasha is sitting next to me, we’re trying to concentrate on this weird movie we’re watching, but I keep phasing out, and I feel like there’s things I need to do but I can’t remember them. Virgo is at the reception desk. He looks tired. I’m not surprised. A lady came into my dorm room at 10am when he was supposed to start work to tell him he was running late. She stood in the doorway as he awkwardly tried to put his clothes back on without her hawk eyeing his dick.

I remember the hazy details of the night before. He’s one of those tall, art nerd types that I’m so attracted to. Long blonde hair like Legolas. I helped him edit his application letter for a job, and we celebrate him getting offered the position by buying a few grams of coke each and getting so high we can’t decide what’s real and what’s an echo of our thoughts. I mean, it all is really, isn’t it?

He suffers from coke dick in this situation just like many who came before him. Or more accurately, didn’t.

We end up falling into a kind of distracted and uncomfortable buzzed slumber together, after stealing some warm beers and sculling them.

I don’t remember what happened to everyone else, but here are the remainder of us, sitting on this long couch, forcing ourselves to eat pizza and watching a movie that none of us can comprehend.

We’ve ordered it from the Colombian version of Dominos, which is a thing in Medellin. It was only down the street, so it was the ultimate choice.

It occurs to me that I’m leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I’m headed to Cartagena to find Allan and Lucy for the first time since the beginning of the trip. I feel like a different person. I feel detached, in a way. What happened in Mancora has burrowed its way into me, and the anger and resentment that I hold towards myself spews out onto other people. I am disappointed that Allan wasn’t there for me, though I never asked him to be.

I look at the television. “Does anyone actually know what’s going on in this thing?”

Natasha looks up, piece of pizza rotating slowly.

“Ah, yeah yeah. His mate is a werewolf and he has sex with his mum. Also there’s this weird girl with a droopy eye whose face turns blue when you touch it... Oh yeah, and this guy saw a dragon as well.”

I look at her, quizzically.

“No but seriously, what is happening?” I ask, pushing the pizza box away, laughing.

She starts to giggle. “Look, the moon is in the alley, okay?” We erupt into laughter and the next thing I know, I’m furiously inhaling my last bump of cocaine before I jump in a car on the way to the airport.

Drake gives me a wide hug and I hop into the cab, trying to speak Spanish, but I’m talking too fast, and he’s shaking his head. Eventually, I ask him, sweatily, if we’re going in the right direction. It feels like we’ve turned around. My palms are sweaty, and my I can hear my heart in my ears.

“We go back.” Is all he can say in English, and I don’t understand his Spanish for about three explanations until I realise he’s telling me that I left my passport and wallet back at the hostel and Drake has told him to come back and get them.

By the time he shoves my stuff at me through the window of the cab, I’m already late. “Go quickly! Otherwise they’ll know how fucked you are!” he laughs, but it freaks me out, and I have visions of that one time I smuggled cocaine into Ecuador not long ago and if I get caught in Colombia I am well and truly fucked.

Somehow, I pass through the gates. A few people in the line for the check in look at me sideways, or so I think, I’m so high I can’t tell the difference between paranoia and general instinct. I manage to smuggle my huge second bag onto the plane, much to the discord of the other passengers, I got it through all gates though, all five of them. Swapping the bag from one side to the other, each time I move through a gate.

I’m sure my pupils are the size of dinner plates. I get into my seat without looking at any of the stewardesses.

I'm about three sheets to the wind, maybe four, but I've managed to ask in Spanish, appropriately, whether I can have a beer.

I mean it is six in the morning so there was every chance that she would say 'no', but she didn't.

She says 'in five minutes', which is basically the magic words, but five minutes too late.

I have realised that I'm going to rock up at Angel and Shaina’s pretty drunk, but that's not really a problem, I guess.

That being said I've literally written a bunch inane drivel that doesn't make any sense at all in my last note piece so I can only hope for the best, and for beer, obviously.

“Sinco minut” turns to “diez minut” and I'm still wondering where my fucking beer is. Thinking about calling the air hostess, but worried about seeming so keen that they say no to my beer request. Within a minute they're rolling their trolley down the isle. Bringing mercilessly slowly, my beer. Every second seems to etch itself across my soul and the cocaine pumping through me exceeds time and space. Wow, I have had a lot of cocaine. I think we got into about five bags, and I can’t remember how or why because the last thing I can think of is the girl with the blue face and the moon in the alley and the size of my hangover.

I can see they have a beer perched on the top of the tray. I'm pretty sure it's for me; the one I asked for. They are rapidly approaching and I think about the state I want to arrive in.

Maybe I want to be drunk today.

Some other people have ordered beers.

They have had to get more from the cold fridge at the back of the plane.

They hand me my beer. I think "I've made it", I successfully caught a plane when I'm a million miles from sober. I also am pretty happy that by the time I finish my (second) beer we will have landed.

Just at the time they talk about landing I ask for another beer. The lady doesn't even bother asking me to finish it quickly because I've just suckled a cerveza in seven minutes. I've been counting, had she? Well, yes.

But she's also got the most ridiculous face paint on, for Halloween, so she looks at me disparately from her tiger painted, somewhat pitiful face.

She must either think I'm terrified of flying, or correctly, that I am high as a fucking kite trying to fight off the oncoming existential I may have once whatever the coke was mixed with wears off.

It's an hour flight. You're in the air, and then you're not.

I’ve never landed with a beer in my hand, and even as people around me are unbuckling themselves, I’m still cradling it like a newborn.

This has been the easiest flight I’ve ever had, and I have a moment of terror that the plane might blow up at any point because things can’t be this easy.

I shuffle off the plane and am blindsided by the incomprehensible heat. It is so thick I am gulping at air, feeling like it is never going to go in.

I wait for my bag to come off the belt, and drag all three of my bags and all the layers of the clothing I’ve removed in the onslaught of heat out to the taxi rank.

I push all of my things into the back seat, but something is missing. My rainbow jacket. I had it just a second ago.

I pull my things out of the car and head back inside, frantically checking every step that I had taken before the conveyor belt.

There is no sign of it, but I spent the next hour in confusion wandering around the airport asking confused vendors if they’ve seen it. I’ve never been so attached to an item of clothing before, and it feels as if someone has abducted my child.

It’s a small airport, so after three rounds of looking I am forced to confront the fact that someone has in fact, stolen it. The thought punctures an artery of emotion in me and if I wasn’t still balls deep in whatever it is that is keeping me high I would start to cry huge, sweaty tears. Why the fuck does a person in Cartagena, the hottest place on Earth, have need for a jacket?

As I fold myself into the air conditioning of a taxi after an exhausted search, I start to feel the dread of what I have lost settle over me. All the pieces of new baggage I now carry with me, because every action takes up a little piece of your psychic space, and right now, I am carrying a heavy cargo.

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