In light of that perfect piece of fanart I just reblogged, can we all just take a moment for how great Tyler Hoechlin actually meeting Stiles would be? How much he’d have to fight to keep his cool when he just wanted to fanboy all over him and gush about how great and funny and totally awesome Stiles is? And Stiles just doesn’t even know wtf, this is definitely the strangest moment of his life so far, and hi, werewolves.
Imagine it with me, folks.
“They found a Derek,” Erica says, creaking back and forth on the porch swing and looking a little shocky, combing through her hair with her nails when he gets there. The text message he’d gotten - universe collapsing help - doesn’t really give him any kind of context.
“They found a what?” Stiles says stopping on the stairs, then holds up his hand when she opens her mouth. “Never mind. I’ll just—” he gestures vaguely at the door and leaves that hanging, heads inside. He toe-taps his shoes on the mat, manages to spot Derek as he stomps into the kitchen, spends a second contemplating his life, why him, why didn’t he go to military school, and then heads into the living room. It can’t be that bad.
It is that bad.
“No,” Stiles says to the room at large and the hipster Derek sitting pretty on the couch, looking a bit cowed in his big black-framed glasses by the ring of fretfully hovering wolves. Derek perks up when he spots Stiles, which is alarming, and smiles a little, which is more-so, before Scott growls a little, involuntary judging by the resulting sheepish look on his face.
“Sorry,” Scott mumbles.
“Hey no worries,” Derek says, a little shaky, and to Stiles, “I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding. Dylan?”
“What?” Stiles says.
“Never mind,” Derek says, laughs a little, but it sounds a little forced. “I’m Tyler.”
“Are you a doppleganger?” Stiles asks, shoves his hands into his pockets and wonders why he’s surprised. This is obviously par for supernatural course. They haven’t hit mermaids yet, but he’s pretty sure that’s only because they’re inland.
“No—uh, no not really,” Tyler says. He tries smiling again, but it freaks them all out. “I don’t know how I got here. You’re Stiles right?”
“Yeah,” Stiles says.
“I’m an actor,” Tyler says. “On this TV show. I—look.” He digs into his pocket and pulls out a sleek looking phone, takes a second and swipes through some screens to get to the pictures. He holds it out to Stiles, who crosses the room to take it. There are pictures of him and Scott, him and Lydia, him and Matt even, Victoria Argent, and him and—Tyler, all candids, all smiling, making goofy faces, wearing silly hats, sleeping on each other, wolfed out Derek and half-kanima Jackson having lunch in a cafeteria. He sits down on the couch and is only a little weirded out by Tyler leaning into his space. “That’s Dylan,” he says, pointing to a picture of Stiles. “He’s a—coworker, my friend. That’s Tyler—Posey, and Holland, and Crystal. We’re all on this show, about—you guys.”
“I was not prepared for this at all,” Stiles says, and flips through a couple more out of some sick sense of morbidity. There’s Peter and Derek and Chris Argent at a bowling alley. “Oh holy jesus shit.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler says out of nowhere, a little shy sounding. When Stiles looks at him, he’s grinning, this big, happy, toothy thing. It freaks Stiles the fuck out. “I’m a big fan.”
oH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
YESSSSSSSS
The thing is - the thing is - Stiles hasn’t seen Derek since the Hale Christmas party two years ago. The party where his awkward, gangly, sixteen year-old self had super awkwardly confessed his Epic Love for Derek. Awkwardly.
(The Hales are beloved of Beacon Hills and hold a series of parties during the holidays for the emergency services. Their way of giving back after a swift response saved their house from burning down when Stiles was ten.)
Stiles feigned illness last year because he couldn’t face Derek. Not after the rejection. It wasn’t even the worst rejection Stiles has had - that would be Lydia’s very public rejection of him in freshman year. It was that Derek was so kind, let Stiles down so gently, and Stiles can’t deal with that sort of kindness.
His Dad insists this year - making all sorts of noises about how Stiles probably won’t even be in the state for the party next year and how Stiles has to make the most of old traditions while he can. Stiles gives in because he can’t not. Not when his Dad starts talking about how proud of him his Mom would’ve been.
Stiles knows Derek’s back from New York for the holidays - no reprieve from that corner - because it’s all the deputies have been talking about. Derek Hale is basically so attractive that even the deputies that don’t swing his way check him out when he’s in town. The Camaro probably helps - Stiles is pretty sure there isn’t a deputy working for his Dad that hasn’t pulled the Camaro over on a flimsy excuse just to get a look at Derek in the car.
So Derek is going to be there and Stiles tells himself firmly that he doesn’t have to dress up special for him because he’s not going to impress him. Which means he shows up in his usual layers and pretends not to care. He’s not very good at pretending, it turns out, because after Mrs Hale hugs him she tells him Derek’s out the back.
(You see - Stiles befriended Derek after the attempted arson. Stiles was with his Dad when the call came in and he’d seen this older boy, all tight and upset, and he’d done what all Stilinskis knew to do when someone was upset - he hugged him. Mrs Hale told him that Stiles’ friendship was what got Derek through the revelation that his much older girlfriend was responsible for the fire.)
They’ve e-mailed since. Derek’s one of Stiles’ oldest friends - he couldn’t just stop talking to him. Stiles knows that Derek’s thinking of settling in New York, that he’s lonely sometimes but happy, that he has friends. He’s even told Stiles to come out and visit him. Stiles hasn’t told him that he’s going to NYU - he’s worried it will seem creepy. They’d talked about it before Stiles’ confession, as an option for Stiles, but he’s still not sure how Derek will react.
Stiles steps out onto the back porch and Derek looks up at him, artful stubble and styled hair, and it’s like a punch to the gut that winds Stiles. He’d actually forgotten how attracted to Derek he is - how just looking at him makes his chest feel tight and his heart pound. Stiles lets out a breath and steps down to stand awkwardly opposite Derek.
“Hey,” Derek says. He looks awkward too.
“Hey,” Stiles says back, tucking his hands into his pockets.
There’s a long silence, Derek just looking at Stiles in a way he can’t understand.
“I’m sorry,” Derek says at the same time as Stiles blurts: “I’m going to NYU.”
“Wait,” Stiles says. “What?”
“You’re going to NYU?” Derek asks, that sunshine smile lighting his face up.
“Uh, yeah,” Stiles says, removing a hand from his pocket to rub over his hair.
“That’s great,” Derek says. “I’m - that’s really great.”
“Why are you sorry?” Stiles asks, taking a step towards Derek.
“What I said - last time we -” Derek stops and Stiles can see he’s frustrated with himself. He’s never been good at feelings. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You were right,” Stiles shrugs, faking nonchalance. “It was just a stupid crush. I’m totally over it.”
“Oh, you are?” Derek says, ducking his head. His voice is wistful, quiet, and Stiles’ heart skips a beat.
“Do you want me to be?” Stiles asks, hesitant, not daring to hope.
Derek lifts his head, slowly, and there’s something in his eyes that Stiles has never seen before. A bit of hope and a little yearning and a sort of warmth that Stiles can’t be sure he’s parsing correctly. He gasps a breath and Derek’s eyes crinkle very slightly at the corners.
“Oh,” Stiles breathes and then he’s covering the ground between himself and Derek and Derek’s stepping forward to meet him and they’re the same height, when did that happen, and Derek is cupping his face and kissing him, Derek is kissing Stiles, and it’s sweet and awkward as their noses bump together but hot and full of everything Derek can’t say with his words.
“You should’ve said,” Stiles says, wonderingly, brushing a thumb over Derek’s cheek where it’s flushed red. Derek presses his forehead against Stiles’.
“I just did,” he says and Stiles lets out a stuttery laugh before tilting their heads together to kiss Derek again.
WELL, NOW I KNOW THAT IT LITERALLY IS POSSIBLE FOR MY HEART TO EXPLODE. JESUS CHRIST.
Fic: “It’s bad enough we get along”
“Why won’t you stop pushing?” Chris demands, chest almost flush with his.
“A fatal flaw in my character,” Peter forces out, reveling in the harsh pull of breath past Chris’ grip.
Nat wrote the most amazing Peter Hale centric fic. Like, seriously, just run before you walk and go read it now. It’s so wonderful it hurts, and also features the epic angsty hotness of Peter/Chris.
So we ended up doing a art+fic together because of reasons.
I hope you like it <3(as usual, reblog is love, but please please don’t repost art in a new post/use without asking me. <3)
“Why are you reblogging kittens?” You might be asking yourself. Well, this is why. And I totally blame Pafhan.
“Steve, Steve! Are you OK?” After not seeing Steve for three days, he could hardly believe that his partner was standing in front of him. Dirty, and obviously exhausted, but alive.
Danny couldn’t help himself. He placed his hand gently to Steve’s face. “I’m fine Danno. I’ve been through worse.”
Danny huffs out a breath and looks away.
“Hey, hey. Look at me Danny.” When Danny does, Steve playfully nips at his nose then kisses him. Soft and chaste. “Really, I’m OK. A shower and some sleep and I’ll be me again. Don’t even need stitches this time.”
Danny presses his face against Steve’s chest for a moment just listening to the sound of his heart beating loud and strong. “You’re not funny.”
“I’m a little funny.”
They walk together to the transport, arms around each other in comfortable familiarity. They’ve long since stopped trying to hide what was between them. The people that mattered didn’t care. And those that did care, well, they knew better than to say anything.
And if being next to Danny on an uncomfortable seat in the back of a military truck that’s hitting more potholes than it’s missing is the first time Steve feels like he can just let go for the first time in days and sleep. That will be his and Danny’s little secret.
I don’t really have an explanation except I like puns.
“Excuse me?” Stiles splutters. “I can fly, okay? I can soar. With my mind.”
“Um, I’m not sure that counts?” Scott blinks. Then, seeing Stiles’s scowl, he quickly says, “I mean, it counts! It totally counts. Flights of the imagination are, um - ”
“Pointless.” That’s Derek Quale, black-feathered angst-bird of yore, who probably thinks the night sky is an endless abyss of existential nothingness, and to whom spring must seem like a cruel trick of the gods, rather than a happy season of mating and egg-laying. Sure, Derek’s nest burned down in a forest-fire, once, but -
But that doesn’t make everything pointless. “Fuck you,” Stiles says, sticking his beak out so that it tilts upward, sharp and long and (he hopes) intimidating as a rapier. Stiles likes to imagine himself as a musketeer, sometimes. It helps. With the whole… grounded situation. “You think adorable baby chicks are pointless. Me? I’m gonna marry Lydia Martin and build a nest with her and have lots and lots of beautiful kids. Into whose throat I will regurgitate my daily catch of food.” Stiles beams, brightly. “I’m good at regurgitating. I’ve been practicing.”
“That’s an eating disorder,” says Derek, darkly, and Stiles frowns.
“Is not.”
“Er, Stiles?” Scott hesitates, like he’s the bearer of bad news. “I don’t think martins and kiwis can - ”
“Shut. Up,” says Stiles, blissfully. “Don’t rain on my paraaaaade. And if you tell me kiwis can’t sing Barbara Streisand, either, I’ll just have to disown you as my best friend.”
“Quails do,” says Derek, out of nowhere.
“What?”
“Mate for life.”
“Right.” Stiles stares at him. “How is that relevant? To this conversation? Exactly?”
Derek’s feathers fluff up; his shoulders hunch; his red eyes narrow. “Never mind,” he snaps, and flaps away.
“What the hell?” Stiles asks the air where Derek had been standing. “What was that about?”
Scott rubs his forehead with his wing. “I don’t wanna know. I really, really don’t wanna know.”
“Hmph.”
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REBLOGGING B/C TEEN FOWL AHAHAHAHAHA
I sent this drabble as a birthday present for Pafhan and was promptly ordered (lovingly of course) to post it so it could be reblogged. It was written in about 10 minutes after seeing the reblog of this post.
Steve stared at Danny through the dirty prison glass.
“What is it babe?” Danny whispered. He couldn’t help but notice Steve’s eyes and how they glanced down at his neck then quickly back up.
Steve licked his lips. “Your neck.” His voice was rough and low and Danny could feel a certain part of his anatomy take an inappropriate, given where they were, interest.
Danny scrubbed a hand over his face then trailed it down his neck to open the collar of his shirt wider, showing Steve the mark that was still there.
“But Danny…” Steve started but didn’t finish.
“Yes babe?”
“It’s been over a week. How…”
Steve wouldn’t look him in the eye. With the way Steve’s neanderthal brain worked, no telling what scenarios were running through his head.
Danny tapped on the glass. And kept tapping until Steve met his gaze. He waited a long moment then said, “I keep pressing my thumb into it so it doesn’t fade. The world may not know what it means. But I do. And I want to see it. Every day. Because it reminds me that I’m yours.”
Hearing Steve’s breath hitch through the shitty prison phone and seeing the small, almost feral grin on his face. Well, that made this day a little more bearable.
“Look, for the last time, I don’t know,” Stiles says. “We’ve been over everything I remember - the twins ambushed me outside my house, did some frankly uninspired evil monologuing, roughed me up a bit, and went on their merry way.”
Scott cocks his head. “And you’re sure - ?”
“Yes! Oh my God, yes, I am 100% sure that’s all that happened. Give me some credit.” He glared around the circle of faces, daring any of them - Scott, Derek, the three betas - to say another word. They all just looked back at him, expressions ranging from exasperated to concerned to wary.
“They could have done something you don’t know about,” Derek says after a few moments of silence. “They wouldn’t just show up for no reason, they’re not like that.”
“It was probably just some lame attempt at intimidation,” Stiles sighs. “They totally thought they were being all super tough alpha werewolf, but I’m sorry, once you’ve been on the receiving end of paralytic venom from a giant man-lizard, everything else just doesn’t really compare.”
“Well,” Scott says. “If you’re really sure you’re okay…”
“I shouldn’t have even mentioned it, I knew you guys would all freak out over nothing,” says Stiles. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go home. If I’m late for dinner again, my mom will kill me.”
OH MY FUCK, I HAVEN’T EVEN CLICKED UNDER THE ‘READ MORE’ AND I’M ALREADY INTERNALLY SCREAMING.
FUCKING HELL, NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OKAY
casually sobbing over here;;;
Inspired by this post.
And don’t forget! Four more followers and then I do a fic giveaway!
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“How come I never knew you could skateboard,” Alex asked as he punched in the alarm code to Scott’s house.
“How did you not know I could skateboard? I have all my old skateboards in the garage somewhere.”
“Sorry, mate, don’t dig through your stuff to try and figure out shit about you. I guess I always figured you’d tell me yourself.”
Scott stopped midway through walking towards the kitchen to grab a drink, turned right around, and gave Alex a quizzical look. “Are you mad?”
Alex shrugged.
“You’re totally mad. You are such a goof, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the skateboarding. I really thought you knew. Plus, it’s not really a big deal.”
“It’s kinda a big deal.”
“Why? I barely do it anymore. That was more of a rebellious youth thing.”
“It matters because it was kinda hot.”
Alex crowded into Scott’s space, pushing him backwards until his knees hit the couch and he fell back, Alex landing firmly on top of him.
“Hot, hmm?”
“Mhm,” Alex moaned into the space between Scott’s neck and collarbone. “So hot. You should do it more often.”
“If I knew this was how you’d react I would have pulled out the skateboard tricks much earlier in this relationship.”
Alex was nipping along Scott’s collarbone and slowly running his hands up his sides, under the t-shirt he had thrown on as they left set. Scott couldn’t help it when his hips bucked up in need of friction.
“Just, fuck, Alex.”
“Relax, Scotty. This is going to be fun.”
Alex finally pulled Scott’s shirt over his head, but his hands stayed firmly above the pants region of Scott’s body.
“Alex, you fucking tease. Please.”
Alex pulled away for a second and grinned at Scott. “You deserve it Scott, hiding this from me.”
“Fuck, Alex.”
“Give it a few more minutes and I’ll have you screaming my name.”
Scott wished he could be angrier about that, but he just couldn’t.
I know this one is very short and definitely not my best, but I needed to get something out in honor of the show returning tonight! And I’ve got a lot of homework I need to get to before tonight. So, hope this holds you over until I’m able to write something better next week!
Inspired by this gifset.
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Steve hated hearing the jealousy in Danny’s voice, like Steve would ever be interested in anyone other than him.
In Steve’s mind it was absurd, but that was how Danny worked. Sure, he talked a big game and he acted all Jersey-tough, but Steve knew. He knew exactly what kinds of fears and insecurities haunted the detective. He knew what dreams caused the most pain, the most worry.
Losing each other, having to hide forever, those were the things they were scared about.
Steve couldn’t trust Lori yet. She wasn’t ohana.
So he played along and laughed with the jokes and strayed a little over the line of too much flirting in order to get her to open up, just a little. He needed to know if she could be trusted, if they could let her in.
And he hated every second he had to do it, hated every second they were all in the same room and Steve had to make sure he wasn’t standing as close to Danny as he usually did. He needed to wait, to assess this new person.
Their relationship wasn’t a secret to their family, but even Steve wasn’t naïve enough to think that they wouldn’t get backlash for an inter-office romance.
He was ensuring that they could trust this new member, open up a little more.
But even while smiling at the pretty woman sitting across from him, all he could think about was his own blonde lover who would be waiting for him at home that night.
Like I’m supposed to believe this is the guy who plays Derek Hale. NOPE.
That last one killed me.
I’m finding it difficult to respect the Alpha right now.
“Respect your alpha”
“Lol nope.”
… Is anyone else wondering if this might be what Derek would’ve been like if there had been no Kate and no fire, if he’d just been allowed to grow up like a (mostly) normal person?
OHMYGOSH, WHAT NO? I WAS HAPPY, AND NOW I AM CRYING. WHY???
For real, though, can’t you imagine Stiles, like, accidentally getting shuttled to an alternate universe or something, where the fire never happened and all the Hales are still around, and Peter’s not crazy, and Derek is like this? And he’s trying to figure out how to get back to his own world, his own timeline, but he doesn’t know how. And after a while, he’s not sure he even wants to. Because it’s not like anyone would really miss him back home; Scott’s spending more and more time with Isaac now, and Stiles’s dad has always liked Scott better, he’ll take him under his wing and have the son he wishes he had, and maybe people will think it’s weird that he just suddenly disappeared but it’s not like he’ll be a hole in the heart of the town, or anything.
And meanwhile, in this world, people are flipping out over him because the Stiles that belongs here disappeared years and years ago, he’s presumed dead, but now apparently he’s back. Stiles’s mom is still alive (and you see, Stiles knew it, he knew there was some sort of cosmic balance thing that happened there, that if he’d died instead she wouldn’t have), and she and his dad are happy. And Derek Hale is like an actual approachable person, who is apparently convinced that Stiles is his mate, and is being ridiculously adorable about trying to woo him, and OH GOD HELP THERE’S NO WAY THIS CAN POSSIBLY END WELL.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?
‘Cause see, it can’t end well. Not at all. Because the real Stiles, from this alternate universe, he’s still alive. He ran away because he got bit, he’s a werewolf. He was out of town visiting his grandparents in Wyoming and he got bit by some rogue pack, okay? And he kept his distance, disappeared off the grid and has been dealing with werewolf shenanigans elsewhere for years.
Then suddenly, he gets wind that there’s this OTHER STILES? He’s in his old life, taking it over, and no. Absolutely not. He didn’t stay away all these years just to have some shape shifter or changeling RUIN EVERYTHING and hurt his family. So he has to come back.
And he is totally dark!Stiles by this point. You know he is, with his bat and his claws and his talent for making the people who piss him off end up dead. And now he’s going back to Beacon Hills to deal with this doppelganger and of course he’s going to meet the Hales, who he never thought about before, and there’s this soft, kind, happy version of Derek just waiting to be eaten up by someone like dark!Stiles.
…I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING SOMEONE STOP ME THIS IS YOUR FAULT MEL.
ACTUAL PTERODACTYL NOISES, OMG YES, THAT ACTUALLY MAKES THINGS ABLE TO END WAY BETTER.
Because of course, Derek would step in to keep this rogue omega from killing his mate, and this is the closest human!Stiles has ever seen him get to the Derek he knows
and loves. And then there’s confusion, because werewolf!Stiles sure as HELL recognizes his mate when he sees him, andiseven more hell-bent on killing the imposter now, who was going to take his mate. And Derek is adorably confused, because he’s getting the same feeling from both of them—more strongly from werewolf!Stiles, but that’s only to be expected, what with him being another wolf and all.Although he really doesn’t see why they can’t work this out where he gets to keep both of them, that really seems like the best possible solution.Meanwhile Stiles is proving who he is to his other self by relating stories about Scott from their childhood, because Scott is a freaking universal constant, recognizable no matter what the world around him may be.And then human!Stiles is all forlorn, because he has to find a way back now. This isn’t his world, it isn’t his life, and it just figures that the version of him that gets the better deal won’t even appreciate it. And meanwhile Stiles has to go back to the world where he doesn’t even matter, where Derek barely tolerates him and everything is broken, and it’s just … it’s not fair. Because all the troubles of this world seem to have been concentrated on this other version of him, and he was never given that option—he’d willingly be broken himself if it meant his friends and family got to be better.
Plus he has to watch this nice, kind Derek who actually likes him fall in love with someone else, even if it’s just another him, and god, this whole thing just really, really SUCKS, and Stiles freaking hates faeries, okay? He’s gonna kick their ass when he gets back home.
LKSDJFLKDJSF
Oh god, and by the time he does get home, when Stiles and Derek 2.0 help him track down what he needs to get back, he’s just ready to go. It physically aches to see them together, to see the way this Derek works so hard to make the other him happy, to fix all the things that are broken. God, and he can’t even THINK about the way Derek’s whole family pulled together to try to give werewolf Stiles stability and direction and *pack*. Why oh why can’t that be him?
But as much as it hurts to go back to a world where he doesn’t matter, he knows staying would eat him up from the inside out. And Derek doesn’t say anything, just gives him a reassuring smile because this guy isn’t actually capable of conceiving a world where things won’t work out. In his mind, bad things may happen but it’s still okay because family fixes it. Because this Derek’s always had a family and that’s his reality.
But the other Stiles knows, and he just says, “It helps if you can at least pretend to forget.”
He nods and swallows against the sick feeling rolling in his gut and his werewolf self steps back and Stiles unwraps the pendant they stole from the faeries and as soon as his skin touches the metal, he feels a tug behind his navel. He can’t help but think of apparition from Harry Potter and it makes him feel insane and grounded all at once. And then he’s standing in the middle of the forest alone. He’s home.
He was expecting a sort of Alice in Wonderland thing, if he’s being completely honest—go off on an epic adventure, get his heart broken, return harder and wiser and realize that he hasn’t been gone long enough for anyone to miss him. Certainly not long enough for them to have progressed into moving on. So it’s kind of a surprise when he gets home and realizes that he’s been gone for two months, the same amount of time he spent in the other world and okay sure, that makes sense, but it’s still a little bit weird. And even more unexpected is the fact that it takes about twenty minutes after his dad finally stops hugging him for practically every person he knows to show up at the house, wanting to see for themselves that he really is back.
Because the last anyone saw of him was when he and Scott found (what everyone later realized was) a faerie hoard, when they were yelling at each other about whose life was more fucked up. And Stiles knew that Scott won that one, that wasn’t even his point, his point is that Scott isn’t even letting him help anymore. He knows that Scott’s life is hard, and damn it, if Stiles could take everything back for him, if he could be the one whose life went to hell instead of the people he loves, he’d trade places with them in a heartbeat.
And okay, maybe he shouldn’t have said that while holding a faerie artifact, but hey. Hindsight, right?
So all anyone knows is that Stiles was talking about his life going to hell, and then he disappeared, and what if … what if that’s what actually happened? What if, for the past two months while they’ve been trying to find him and get him back, Stiles has been somewhere terrible, while there’s nothing they can do?
Stiles just thinks it makes a sick kind of sense. Scott in the other world never got bitten because Peter never went crazy, because there never was a fire. Derek’s happiness was almost incidental, which doesn’t seem fair, either. Almost as fair as the fact that Stiles is back with this broken version of him now, wondering if what happened before broke the part of him that was capable of loving Stiles.
That, he figures, would be just his luck.
He doesn’t get a chance to figure it out for a while, either. Because first there’s his dad who Stiles never could have imagined hurting this bad, who watches Stiles like he’s a ghost that might disappear again. And then there’s the way Scott looks at him like he’s a different person, and that hurts almost worse than anything else. Scott’s always been his constant, the one person who never treated him differently after his mom died.
So yeah, for about a month, that’s really all he has room for, trying to figure out how to make the two most important relationships in his life WORK again. He does like the other Stiles said. He pretends like he doesn’t remember, like every time he dreams he doesn’t see Derek’s smile and he doesn’t hear Derek’s laugh. He tries to convince himself that he doesn’t know what it looks like when Derek’s happy, when Derek’s safe and supported and loved. Most of all, he ignores the memory of what Derek looks like when he’s in love. With Stiles. A Stiles that’s not him.
It works until it doesn’t. It works until one day he finds himself in his jeep, driving out toward the Hale house. No one stays there anymore. Stiles doesn’t know how Derek’s managed to keep it from being condemned. But there it stands, a physical reminder of the difference between this world and the other, where Derek’s house had been bright and clean and whole, where it was filled with voice of people who cared about each other.
Stiles isn’t sure how long he sits there in his jeep, staring at the burned out shell of everything Stiles will never have, but he’s instantly aware when Derek shows up. He shivers and pulls his hoodie tight, but he doesn’t look over when Derek speaks.
“Scott called me. They’re trying not to panic, to give you your space, but maybe driving into the woods the first time you’re alone was a bad idea,” says Derek. It’s deceptively mild. Stiles can hear the underlying tension and disapproval.
“I just wanted to see it again,” says Stiles. He doesn’t know why he’s bothering. Derek doesn’t want him to open up about his time in the other world. How could he? It’s just a reminder of everything he lost. Still, Stiles finds himself asking, “Do you miss it? You must. I only knew it for a couple of months, and I miss it. It was your home.”
The hell of it is, Derek’s not even surprised by what Stiles says, just quietly answers, “I do.” When Stiles looks over at him, he shrugs. “When you came back, you smelled … different. Like me, but not like me. And like them.” He turns his attention back to the house. “Deaton said that the amulet you’d been holding was something to do with wish fulfillment, so I thought. Maybe.”
And Stiles is sorry, so sorry, because he didn’t mean to dredge all of that up for Derek again, but god, he just keeps making everything worse, doesn’t he? He came back because he thought it would hurt less, but all it means is that things are awful again for everyone around him. Maybe he should’ve stayed gone after all, moved somewhere else in that other world and let people here move on and forget.
Derek is getting angry now, because what the fuck is Stiles even on about? Forget him? Does he actually think that Scott, or his dad, or—or anyone would be able to just move on? They’d have punched a hole between dimensions if they’d been able to figure out how to do it, or where the hell Stiles had disappeared to. For two months they hardly slept, trying to get him back, trying to find out anything they could. Does he have any idea of the hole he left here while he was gone?
He gets it, okay? Things were better there, where he was. But Stiles is here; he belongs here, with … with his friends, and family, and the people who love him, even if this version of them isn’t what he wants.
And all Stiles can do is stare, because one, this is probably the longest he’s ever heard Derek talk all at once, and two … he can’t actually be saying what Stiles thinks he’s saying.
“You think I want them more than you guys?” asks Stiles. He doesn’t even wait for a response, just shakes his head in disbelief. “Oh god, it’s not THEM I want. It’s their happiness, I want it for you, and for my dad and Scott. You were all so HAPPY, you had everything. I just want — I just want you to HAVE that.”
“And what part of you being gone was ever supposed to give that to us?” Derek sounds hollowed out, gutted. He frowns. “Why do you think you’re keeping anyone — keeping ME from being happy?”
Stiles shrugs, looking away as he shakes his head. “The other me was gone for long time, didn’t come back until I showed up. It seemed to work out for everyone.”
Derek’s quiet for a long time until finally he says, “That’s stupid, Stiles. That doesn’t even make sense. It was a completely different world, you idiot. And I can promise you this: you being gone from ANY universe wouldn’t make it better.”
Stiles can feel his heart in his chest, hammering like it’s trying to escape and his hands ball into fists and he’s shaking his head before he even figures out what he’s denying. “That’s not — you can’t say things like that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because then I can’t forget.”
“Forget what?” snarls Derek, rapidly losing any semblance of patience.
“What it was like when you loved me,” says Stiles, and then he claps his hand over his mouth. He didn’t just say that. Oh god, why did he just say that. “I should go. I’m going to go.”
“You’re still an idiot,” says Derek, and Stile REALLY needs to leave now, but Derek’s opening the Jeep’s door and reaching to turn Stiles’ face toward him again. “You’re talking about it like it’s not still true.”
And finally, finally Stiles lets himself see, really see, and it’s better than anything he remembered from the other world. Because this is HIS Derek, his world and his life, and his Derek is looking at him like he MATTERS, like he matters more than everything else to boot.
And then Derek does something he never did in that other world, that Stiles never got to feel. Derek kisses him.
Like I’m supposed to believe this is the guy who plays Derek Hale. NOPE.
That last one killed me.
I’m finding it difficult to respect the Alpha right now.
“Respect your alpha”
“Lol nope.”
… Is anyone else wondering if this might be what Derek would’ve been like if there had been no Kate and no fire, if he’d just been allowed to grow up like a (mostly) normal person?
OHMYGOSH, WHAT NO? I WAS HAPPY, AND NOW I AM CRYING. WHY???
For real, though, can’t you imagine Stiles, like, accidentally getting shuttled to an alternate universe or something, where the fire never happened and all the Hales are still around, and Peter’s not crazy, and Derek is like this? And he’s trying to figure out how to get back to his own world, his own timeline, but he doesn’t know how. And after a while, he’s not sure he even wants to. Because it’s not like anyone would really miss him back home; Scott’s spending more and more time with Isaac now, and Stiles’s dad has always liked Scott better, he’ll take him under his wing and have the son he wishes he had, and maybe people will think it’s weird that he just suddenly disappeared but it’s not like he’ll be a hole in the heart of the town, or anything.
And meanwhile, in this world, people are flipping out over him because the Stiles that belongs here disappeared years and years ago, he’s presumed dead, but now apparently he’s back. Stiles’s mom is still alive (and you see, Stiles knew it, he knew there was some sort of cosmic balance thing that happened there, that if he’d died instead she wouldn’t have), and she and his dad are happy. And Derek Hale is like an actual approachable person, who is apparently convinced that Stiles is his mate, and is being ridiculously adorable about trying to woo him, and OH GOD HELP THERE’S NO WAY THIS CAN POSSIBLY END WELL.
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?
‘Cause see, it can’t end well. Not at all. Because the real Stiles, from this alternate universe, he’s still alive. He ran away because he got bit, he’s a werewolf. He was out of town visiting his grandparents in Wyoming and he got bit by some rogue pack, okay? And he kept his distance, disappeared off the grid and has been dealing with werewolf shenanigans elsewhere for years.
Then suddenly, he gets wind that there’s this OTHER STILES? He’s in his old life, taking it over, and no. Absolutely not. He didn’t stay away all these years just to have some shape shifter or changeling RUIN EVERYTHING and hurt his family. So he has to come back.
And he is totally dark!Stiles by this point. You know he is, with his bat and his claws and his talent for making the people who piss him off end up dead. And now he’s going back to Beacon Hills to deal with this doppelganger and of course he’s going to meet the Hales, who he never thought about before, and there’s this soft, kind, happy version of Derek just waiting to be eaten up by someone like dark!Stiles.
…I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING SOMEONE STOP ME THIS IS YOUR FAULT MEL.
ACTUAL PTERODACTYL NOISES, OMG YES, THAT ACTUALLY MAKES THINGS ABLE TO END WAY BETTER.
Because of course, Derek would step in to keep this rogue omega from killing his mate, and this is the closest human!Stiles has ever seen him get to the Derek he knows
and loves. And then there’s confusion, because werewolf!Stiles sure as HELL recognizes his mate when he sees him, andiseven more hell-bent on killing the imposter now, who was going to take his mate. And Derek is adorably confused, because he’s getting the same feeling from both of them—more strongly from werewolf!Stiles, but that’s only to be expected, what with him being another wolf and all.Although he really doesn’t see why they can’t work this out where he gets to keep both of them, that really seems like the best possible solution.Meanwhile Stiles is proving who he is to his other self by relating stories about Scott from their childhood, because Scott is a freaking universal constant, recognizable no matter what the world around him may be.And then human!Stiles is all forlorn, because he has to find a way back now. This isn’t his world, it isn’t his life, and it just figures that the version of him that gets the better deal won’t even appreciate it. And meanwhile Stiles has to go back to the world where he doesn’t even matter, where Derek barely tolerates him and everything is broken, and it’s just … it’s not fair. Because all the troubles of this world seem to have been concentrated on this other version of him, and he was never given that option—he’d willingly be broken himself if it meant his friends and family got to be better.
Plus he has to watch this nice, kind Derek who actually likes him fall in love with someone else, even if it’s just another him, and god, this whole thing just really, really SUCKS, and Stiles freaking hates faeries, okay? He’s gonna kick their ass when he gets back home.
LKSDJFLKDJSF
Oh god, and by the time he does get home, when Stiles and Derek 2.0 help him track down what he needs to get back, he’s just ready to go. It physically aches to see them together, to see the way this Derek works so hard to make the other him happy, to fix all the things that are broken. God, and he can’t even THINK about the way Derek’s whole family pulled together to try to give werewolf Stiles stability and direction and *pack*. Why oh why can’t that be him?
But as much as it hurts to go back to a world where he doesn’t matter, he knows staying would eat him up from the inside out. And Derek doesn’t say anything, just gives him a reassuring smile because this guy isn’t actually capable of conceiving a world where things won’t work out. In his mind, bad things may happen but it’s still okay because family fixes it. Because this Derek’s always had a family and that’s his reality.
But the other Stiles knows, and he just says, “It helps if you can at least pretend to forget.”
He nods and swallows against the sick feeling rolling in his gut and his werewolf self steps back and Stiles unwraps the pendant they stole from the faeries and as soon as his skin touches the metal, he feels a tug behind his navel. He can’t help but think of apparition from Harry Potter and it makes him feel insane and grounded all at once. And then he’s standing in the middle of the forest alone. He’s home.
YOU ALL BROKE MY BRAIN!
But he’s not alone. Not at all. After a moment Stiles hears people approaching, calling his name. And before he even knows, he’s surrounded by werewolves. Scott, Derek, the whole pack are there. They have been looking for him. They never stopped.
And then Derek is in front of him. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even touch him. But for a moment Stiles can see relief in his face, and he can’t help but smile. Because maybe, just maybe, he does matter, after all.
Here’s the next weekly drabble. And this week we’ve got O’Caan! Don’t forget, once I hit 100 followers (I need five more) I’m doing a fic giveaway. Basically any of my followers who message me when I open the contest get the opportunity to ask me for a fic. It will be between 4,000 and 10,000 words depending on the prompt, my muse, and my time. So be sure to keep that in mind! 5 more followers to go :)
This fic is inspired by a prompt from this lovely lady :) Enjoy!
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“Scott, mate, if you seriously don’t stop drumming your fingers against the window I’m literally going to chuck you out of this car.”
Scott stopped rapping his knuckles against the glass, but only seconds after stopping his knee started bouncing. Alex groaned.
“What,” Scott said, hands up in the air in a very Danny-like pose, “I’m nervous, okay, this isn’t just some random teenager, this your teenager.”
“My teenager makes him sound like my toy or something, and, come to think of it, also makes me sound like a dirty old man. Can we just call him my son and move forward?”
“Okay, fine, your son.”
“You’ve talked to him on the phone hundreds of times, Scotty. He’s known about us for months and he’s happy for me, really. He likes you a lot and therefore you have nothing to worry about.” Alex placed a comforting hand on Scott’s thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
“Talking to him on the phone when he’s safely far away in Australia is one thing. Hanging out with him, here, in Hawaii is completely different.”
“It’s not different. It’s almost nearly the same. He’s excited to meet you and I’m excited for you to meet him. You guys are going to get along great. Stop worrying.”
Scott didn’t stop worrying until they’d picked Saxon up from the airport, packed him and his three suitcases into the car, arrived home, and made it out to the beach to catch a few waves before dinner.
The water made Scott instantly relax, his worries washing away with the tide. He and Saxon fell into a rhythm almost instantly, both calmed by the soothing effects of the water. Scott was just feeling up to making conversation when Alex, the bastard, begged off to start the steaks and told the two of them to hang out in the water a little longer.
So now, here Scott was, stuck in the middle of the ocean on a piece of foam board, drifting along next to his boyfriend’s son. Yeah, not a place he’d thought he’d be a year ago.
“So, are you excited about moving here,” Scott asked, incredibly aware of how lame that sounded.
Saxon, who seemed to have more compassion than his father, smiled and began talking about everything he was looking forward to about moving to Hawaii and top on almost every list was something related to his father.
Now Scott really had to make a good impression.
“You know,” Saxon started as he lay on his belly to begin to paddle out, “I want you to know that I’ve never seen my Dad this happy.”
“Yeah?”
Saxon nodded, “I’m glad he’s happy.”
They never brought it up again. Scott fit perfectly into Saxon’s life and Saxon fit perfectly into his.
They worked, they didn’t question, they just thanked whatever the fuck was out there everything that turned out okay.
Jupiter may have just saved Earth from a devastating impact event
Something just went down on Jupiter. Monday morning, at 11:35:30 UT, amateur astronomers glimpsed a brief but blazing flash of light in the upper reaches of the planet’s cloudy atmosphere. If past observations are any indication, Jupiter may have just sustained a major impact event. If that’s the case, the gas giant may have just saved Earth from a devastating cosmic collision.
Bitches please. That was the USS Enterprise coming out of warp.
Bless you Jupiter.
Thank you, Jupiter!
Jupiter/Earth
OTP.I ship it
How long until we can expect the fanfiction?
“Hey Jupiter!” Earth burst in, grinning wildly. “Where are you? Some of my scientists got this theory about your moons and-“
“I’m over here.” The voice calls out from another room and Earth frowns. Why does Jupiter even have rooms? Hesitant, he walks into another room, to find Jupiter. The man is standing shirtless, which could be a little awkward, until he notices Jupiter standing slouched and the red, inflamed burn along his torso.
“Jupiter?! What happened?!” Without a second thought he rushes forward, grabbing ice off a table and wrapping it in a towel, and pressing it to the burn. Jupiter jumps back, and Earth whacks his hand. “Stay still! Trust me, I know what I’m doing. We have actual medical professionals on my planet. We have actual people on my planet.”
“…Hello, Earth.” Then Earth realises his position, kneeling in front of Jupiter and with his hands pressed to the other man’s chest. And he hasn’t even said hello. He blushes.
Must defuse situation. “Uh, hi!” he says awkwardly. “Sorry about bursting in. You know me, always interfering with everything and thinking I know what’s best for everyone, ha ha!”
Jupiter chuckles. “It’s fine.” Earth notices the ice is heating up so he takes it out of the towel, swaps it for more ice. Jupiter winces as Earth reapplies the bundle.
“Seriously though,” Earth says, “What happened?”
Jupiter sighs. “Impact event. Asteroid, comet,” he says.
Earth stops dead. Impact events. He’s seen a few of those in his time, and they’ve always been so much worse for him than anyone else - the rest of his solar system is barren enough it doesn’t count, but him, teeming with life and ideas and species. He still remembers when he lost the dinosaurs, in a haze of fire and ash and poison. Woke up centuries later, smaller and fragile. He loved them so much, and still remembers them. It terrifies him to think of such a thing happening again, even to his humans, with all they’ve done to the planet - he loves them too.
And… Jupiter. “I’m so sorry,” he says, blinking through the haze of emotion.
“It’s alright,” smiles Jupiter, and Earth wants to ask how can it possibly be alright? “It’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence. Largest planet in the solar system; I think my mass just attracts things.”
“What?” Earth leaps to his feet. “But - that’s not fair!”
Jupiter cocks his head to the side. “Greatest mass, greatest target. Laws of physics. How is that not fair?”
“Because - because you haven’t done anything wrong!”
Jupiter laughs again. “Oh, right. You and all your lifeforms, and their concepts - fairness, morality, karma.”
“Don’t mock me; they don’t even all have those, anyway,” Earth huffs. “But how can you… Look at that burn, man. And you’re telling me this is nothing?”
Jupiter briefly looks down at the oozing, crusting thing. “Well, what would happen if I wasn’t here, huh?” he asks. “The meteors - or comets, or asteroids, or whatever - would get past me, hit the smaller planets behind. Your best friend Mars… or Venus and Mercury, nuts as they are. Or you.”
Earth gulps. “You shouldn’t have to do this for us,” he says.
Jupiter smiles, before pulling Earth into his embrace. Um. Okay. “It’s alright, Earth. I don’t mind. After all - I’m a gas giant, emphasis on the giant. I can get by, pretty much no matter what happens. Other people are more important. People like you. You’re… special.”
“I’m not,” says Earth. “I’m not special. Just… self-important.”
Jupiter chuckles again. “You’re better than you think you are. You’re alive, Earth, and that’s the most important thing. You have people, ideas, emotions still to share. You have so much to find, so much to see, so much to explore. You’re fragile, and I wouldn’t let you get set back by just any old meteor. You are special, Earth; you’re gonna fly across the universe one day, and to me that is worth a thousand burns.”
“ you’re gonna fly across the universe one day, and to me that is worth a thousand burns.”
And then I actually started to ship it.
What the hell.
Tumblr: The only place where we have homoerotic fanfiction about two planets.
omg i ship it.
better love story than twilight
I can’t believe I actually teared up over a couple planets…
What.
Am I late for this ship?
It’s back, finally! After a nice hiatus and some extremely wonderful words of encouragement from all of my followers/readers, I finally wrote a new McDanno Drabble. The set-up is changing a little. Instead of doing two drabbles a week, I will be doing one drabble a week on Monday and rotating between O’Caan and McDanno.
Okay, this drabble was inspired by this post.
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“You don’t fool me, you know,” Mary said over the coffee cup she was nursing at the kitchen table.
“Fool you how exactly,” Steve responded, pouring himself his own cup of coffee; he never slept as well when Danny wasn’t in the bed beside him.
“Surf buddies.”
The coffee cup clattered on the counter as it started to slip out of his grasp. He was able to salvage his dignity a little by catching it in time before it spilt coffee everywhere, but the momentary lapse in spatial awareness wasn’t lost on Mary.
“I rest my case. You aren’t subtle.”
“Mare, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Mary laughed, “You do realize that you’re my brother right.”
“Yeah, I do seem to remember the house getting awfully more annoying when I was a few years old because some new crying person took over my playroom.”
“Still won’t let that go, huh?”
“I had the entire right side of the room set up in formation for battle. Do you know how long it took me to rebuild it in my room?”
“Thank god, no. But now you’re deflecting the point of the conversation.”
“I have no idea what the point of this conversation even is.”
“Danny.”
Steve’s hands visibly tightened on the edge of the counter as if he needed the extra support lest he fall over. “I don’t see where you got Danny out of a conversation about you being my sister.”
“No, the point I was trying to make before your smartass comment about me as a crying person, which, for the record, only you would call a baby a crying person. Anyway, the point I was trying to make was I grew up with you and I know you better than most people. If you think it’s a surprise to me that you bat for the other team you clearly aren’t as smart as everyone acts like you are.”
In Steve’s defense, he had every intention of telling Mary about him and Danny, eventually. He just needed to find the right moment to have the big ‘Hey sis, I’m sort-of, kinda gay, and I’m in love with my partner. Oh and he’s moving in with me next month’ conversation. Apparently the conversation was unnecessary.
“Oh.”
“That’s all you got? I don’t get any of the sordid details? Is he loud in bed because I always imagined he’d be loud?”
“Mary, under no circumstances am I going to discuss my sex life with you.”
“He is, isn’t he?”
“I’m kicking you out.”
“You won’t and since you now know that I’m fine with you and your surf buddy, he can spend the night because obviously you sleep like shit when he’s not there,” she gestured towards the obvious bags under his eyes, “and then I will know for myself.”
“Mary Ann,” Steve gritted out, but Mary just laughed, put her coffee cup in the sink and placed a quick peck on his cheek.
“I’m happy for you, bro.”
