I was tagged by @dylanlovesthemets, thanks for that buddy!
Walking up the stairs, Stiles heard someone talking in Derek’s loft. Someone not Derek. Not Isaac either, he’d stayed at the McCall’s last night. It was a man, though, and it didn’t sound like a conversation. It was just a man, talking to Derek, desperately telling him about a car crash, about being in a car crash.
Stiles slid open the door, curiosity curling up his face. He found Derek doing breakfast dishes in his excuse for a sink. He looked around, and saw no one. The voice continued.
“This is heaven,” it said. “Knowing that someone will always remember your irises.”
“What’re you doing here, you have school,” Derek growled, but Stiles recognized it as his embarrassed growl.
“You…” Stiles said slowly, wrapping his head around the fact that Derek actually had speakers and an aux cord for his phone. “You listen to poetry?”
Derek’s ears were bright red and he went to cross his arms intimidatingly. All he really did was smear soapy bubbles across the front of his shirt, but that didn’t stop his from trying to look scary.
“It’s Spoken Word.”
Stiles gaped. “I know,” he said, shocked. “My mom used to listen to stuff like that.”
Derek shrugged, seeming to stand down, eyes going soft at the mention of Stiles’ mother. He didn’t mention her often. Derek understood that for waht it was.
“I will lie here forever, and sing to you all the things I stopped myself from saying while we were alive,” the poet finished.
“Beautiful,” Stiles said, voice quiet. “Sad, but beautiful.”
“Yeah,” Derek said turning back to the sink. “I like it,” he said simply. “It reminds me that things can be both.”
Stiles smiled at his back. He dropped his backpack to the ground, hopped up onto the counter and planted a swift kiss onto his cheek.
“Play me your favorite?”
I’m sure you’ve all already been tagged but I only know so many of you guys in the fandom, so sorry if this is double dipping, but I’ll tag @pale-silver-comb @authorkurikuri @bleep0bleep @derektit @eeyore9990 @fuckyesbottomderek Not sure if all of you fic but you’re my faves so this is happening.
Poem is Liminality by Neil Hilborn, btw
“I want to write,” I say, as I make no effort to write.
solipsists-deactivated20150403:
“We cast our Love into the Abyss, driven by the Dream of a Silent Echoed Return; that in its Beauty could describe the Entire Universe.”
93 x 139 cm, Pigment print
Matthew Stone, 2010
Love isn’t a laundry list of things you admire about a person, it isn’t the pros outweighing the cons. Love is when a person feels like home. It’s when they have a smell that sedates you. It’s when they never stop being the one that you want. They are the ones that hold your sanity in their hands and you, like a fool, go ahead and let them.
I figured I might as well reblog this rather than post it up again myself at this point.
I wish you would write a fic where… Stiles pauses too long when Peter asks him if he wants the bite and he gets Bitten. Though I’m equally tied about him becoming a wolf vs pulling a Lydia and getting Woken as Something Else…
Oh, I am 100% for it awakening something else. It’s one of my favorite things.
“Anything yet?”
“Still no,” Stiles said, again, and Derek resumed his pacing up and down the aisle. Kind of dickishly, though, like he was the one being inconvenienced here. As if his uncle hadn’t been the one to bite Stiles in the first place.
Peter was dead, so at least that problem was out of the way, but now Stiles was stuck with Derek as the only alpha north of San Francisco, spending the full moon in an abandoned train depot he didn’t know existed before tonight, and a bandage on his wrist that made the kids at school whisper and give him pitying looks. And yes, he’d already pointed out the lack of healing and been very ignored.
He got it, he’d witnessed firsthand with Scott that a new wolf’s judgment was a little skewed around the moon, but a very much un-supernaturally-healed wound was a pretty objective, non-skewed fact.
Stiles was not a wolf, and no one would listen to him.
“I feel like it didn’t take this long with Scott,” Stiles continued after some uncomfortable silence. “He was a total dick the entire day. It was pretty obvious.”
Derek sighed, annoyed. “You’re always a dick, it’s hard to tell.”
“Wh—me? Look who’s talking!” Stiles sputtered indignantly, and Derek raised his eyebrows in a challenge. “You slammed my head into my own steering wheel!”
“You made me strip for your friend.”
“You threatened me into
harboring your fugitive ass
from my dad.”
“You accused me of mass murder.”
“You kidnapped Scott’s boss.”
“I was trying to find the alpha!”
“Well, great job there, buddy!” Stiles snapped angrily, and Derek’s eyebrows shot right back out of their angry furrow. “That wasn’t the moon, that was because your psycho uncle bit me and I’m still pissed about it.”
1) my favorite drunk girl vampire naming all the stars she cannot see I love her
2) On paper, spike’s response can be read as totally annoyed and dismissive but you SEE THAT FACE?? YOU SEE THAT CHIN RESTING ON THUMB?? James Marsters plays those lines with completely adorable, “OH YOU” doting boyfriend charm that I cannot deal with it.
3) It’s true love if you start spouting drunk nonsense at a party and your significant other just smiles and stares and tells you to please go on. this is my dating advice YOU’RE WELCOME
#JM has said before that Spike was originally supposed to die halfway through s2 #but he’d just had a son and needed money and wanted to keep his job on Buffy #so he did everything he could to make sure the audience liked Spike #so that the writers would keep him around longer #and one of the ways JM made the audience like him was to really play Spike’s devotion to Dru #and take any possibly mean or dismissive lines like above #and make them doting and loving and ahhhh #80% of why I love Spike is because of how JM chose to play him #so thanks dude #you’re a star
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He talks about that here, around 42 minutes in.
On the catwalk, on the catwalk…
#but but but #where is the au where they work for different agencies #very competitive agencies fyi #but lydia martin the greatest designer of them all #has a new collection to present #and she doesn’t want just anyone #she wants the best models this industry #because hello she’s LYDIA MARTIN #and lydia martin has what she wants #and what she wants is stiles stilinski from the argent agency #and derek hale from the hale agency #who cares if they hate each other #she wants them together #so yeah #stiles is advised by allison to accept this deal because he’s still new in the industry #and lydia martin would be awesome for his career #and derek? derek just wants peter to leave him alone #so enter kira and erica who work on make up and can’t with the sexual tension #and there’s pranks obviously #but later there’s also sex while they’re still wearing lydia’s clothes #she /almost/ kills them #but instead she gets an exclusive of them together with her line #idk #sterek #teen wolf (via sinyhale)
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