Summary: Writerdragonfly of Tumblr and AO3 prompted me: He skips his class reunion to play board games in the parking lot with his high school crush.
Info: 6k | Mature | High School Reunion
Notes: Istg I loved the connection between these five (oh how I miss Erica, Boyd and Isaac). It can be pretty heavy (that’s why the rating is mature, not because there’s smut) because there’s some emotional baggage but you’ll guys love it, believe me. After all, it’s MellytheHun. -C
Sneak Peek:
He shakily clicks on the phone icon from Scott’s contact info bar and when Scott picks up, he breathes out hurriedly, “holy shit, oh my God, Scott – get out here – oh my God – Derek Hale is here – why is Derek Hale here – everything is awful – honestly just set me on fire – I’m behind a gaudy porsche please come rescue me -”
Stiles’ palpitations get worse for a while but then he sees Scott come around the corner of the building and he violently waves Scott over. Scott stays crouched, with his arms out like he’s in a heist movie or something and Stiles rubs at his temple for patience.
When The Eagle has fucking landed, he finally asks, “what’s wrong?”
“Derek Hale is here, that’s what’s wrong,” Stiles hisses.
“I have… well… she said that she thinks that I maybe have… PTSD?”
The line goes so dead that Derek almost thinks Stiles hung up on him. He waits eight very quiet seconds, and says softly, “Stiles?”
“I’m sorry, what?” Stiles says, breath whooshing back over the phone line.
“I have PTSD,” Derek says more firmly. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud, not as a question. It hasn’t really seemed real, until now. He’d spent the whole of his last session arguing that Tamara was wrong about him, and saying it out loud is like admitting it’s true. “Post-traumatic stress dis—”
“I know what it means,” Stiles interrupts, “I just didn’t think I’d heard right. Oh my God.”
Or otherwise known as “Derek Goes to the Doctor,” wherein Derek gets the therapy he so desperately needs and gets healthy. The clearer his head gets, the more room it seems to have for Stiles.
my mom asked why i don’t read as many books as i used to and i just said it was because i read a lot of unpublished stories from independent writers online and she thinks that’s very good of me to give undiscovered authors a chance
“You know I’ve had my head tilted up to the stars for as long as I can remember. You know what surprised me the most? It wasn’t meeting them. It was meeting you,” Derek said.
When gigantic spaceships touch down in twelve locations around the world, linguistics professor Stiles Stilinski and physicist Derek Hale are tasked with leading a team to initiate first contact and find a way to communicate with the extraterrestrial visitors.
During the course of their encounter, Stiles begins to realise that the strange, non-linear language of the extraterrestrials are allowing him to learn about his future. Given what he comes to learn, ultimately he must make the choice whether or not he wants that future, which may or may not include Derek.
Saw this post about straight dudes feeling emasculated at the thought of taking their wife’s last name, and it gave me a sudden craving for fantasy media where some dude is called Leopold THE DESTROYER or some shit and there are all these rumors going around about how he got his moniker, all these made up stories about how he must have razed a village to the ground or slayed 12 dragons or some shit and it turns out he just took his wife’s last name.
Also his wife razed a village of twelve dragons to the ground.
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