It’s my Birthday tomorrow and like last year I’ve decided to celebrate it with Sterek crack
Tags: High school AU,
teen!Derek, human!Stiles (for now), Humor, crack, fluff, getting together,
everyone is some kind of were-creature, dragon!stiles.
Summary: Even though Talia
Hale’s first and foremost plan on moving to Beacon Hills was to “Clean up the
Hale image”, Derek was far too contented with his “Scaring the shit out of
Stiles” plan. Just – he didn’t know Stiles was already of age and maybe
transforming into something pretty bad-ass any day.
Stiles’ ears perked
up on hearing a sudden rustling of dry leaves from somewhere above.
“Hey, anyone out
there?” He quickly shot up from his lying position from where he’d been
sprawled flat on the dirty, comfy bed of the forest floor, stumbling over his
own feet. “I fell in the hole,” he mumbled, weak and disappointed, as the
noises stopped. He wiped away the beads of sweat from his forehead with a quick
drag of his shirt sleeve, feeling the heat striking him hard.
Stiles had turned
sixteen a month before and his body was all set to welcome the restructuring of
his entire biology, the incarnation of his true genes which were buried deep
inside in the core of his bones, flesh and blood. He’d already started feeling
the change as his appetite suddenly became ten times larger than usual, which
was saying something because Stiles loved food. His sleep became more
conscious as his senses developed. At odd hours of a day he felt a quick rise
in his body temperature, like a fever, an internal furnace.
To burn off the
overwhelming energy he’d been running around the forest after school for a few
days now. He knew he was going to transform pretty soon into a were-something.
He just wished that day could be today.
He stretched his
neck, standing on the tips of his toes, hoping to get a better view of the
world outside. He’d started muttering to himself when no one had replied,
enjoying the way his voice reverberated through the quiet surroundings.
“If you can still
hear me, any help would be truly appreci- baah!” he screeched, toppling
over a tree root near his feet, landing on his ass.
A big furry black
head had suddenly peeked over into the hole.
“Jesus Christ! You
just gave me a heart attack,” he huffed out, clutching his thumping heart. He
watched as the stranger’s head tilted a little, staring back at Stiles with its
pale, weird green eyes, cocking one thick, judgemental eyebrow.
“Hey buddy, have ya
came to my rescue,” Stiles cooed at the huge – giant dog, sounding pathetically
hopeful. He wrinkled his nose trying to figure out its earthy, musky, very
non-doglike scent. “Go fetch your owner and get me out of here. Go Tommy
go.”
everything can be magical if you let it be. i remember the first time seeing red-winged blackbirds i was just…enthralled. i watched them for maybe an hour. i thought they made the sweetest noises and were just so pretty. and i found out later on that people consider them nuisances and pests. they’re literally common all over the united states but because they weren’t familiar to me they weren’t a burden or an annoyance but something beautiful. if we don’t let other people tell us how to feel about things, maybe we can just like things for what they are
this is a hotter, deeper take than i ever expected to see from this blog, but you’re so fucking right and i think this is a good ass post and a sentiment everyone should at least think about
Familiarity breeds contempt if you let it. Don’t let it.
Here’s what fanfiction understands that the Puppies don’t: inversion and subversion don’t ruin the story – they just give you new ways to tell it, and new tools to tell it with. Take a platonic relationship and make it romantic; there’s a story in that. Take a romantic relationship and make it platonic; there’s a story in that, too. Take a human and make her a werewolf; take a werewolf and make him human. Don’t try and sidle up on hurt/comfort like it’s something you’re ashamed to be indulging in; embrace the tropes until you have their mastery. Take a gang of broken souls surviving the apocalypse and make them happy in high school; take a bunch of funny, loving high school kids and shove them in the apocalypse. Like Archimedes, fanfic writers find the soul, the essence of what makes the characters real, and use it as a fulcrum on which to pivot entire worlds, with inversion/subversion as their lever of infinite length.
i support girls anger. i support girls who yell. i support girls who get called bitches and cunts at parties because they’ll swear at guys who won’t leave them alone. i support girls who don’t believe in second chances and cut off people who hurt them. i support girls who say no the first time and flip you off if you ask them again. i support girls who will never allow themselves to be pushovers and constantly get shit for it. you’re fucking incredible.
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