if i'm guilty of anything

what's a livejournal?

rories — Tue, 27 Sep 2016 23:30:06 GMT

i've been in a ~mood so i signed up at hc_bingo so here we go. 85% sure most of these will be blacklist related because that's the garbage dump i've found myself in.

mutation	experiments by evil scientists	touch-starved	archaic medical treatment	combat
fighting	fever / delirium	taking care of somebody	estrangement	stalkers
fall from grace	strapped to a moving vehicle	WILD CARD	blackmail	medication
tentacles	heat exhaustion / heat stroke	burns	group support	head trauma
lacerations / knife wounds	captivity	forced to participate in illegal / hurtful activity	bodyguards	poisoning

leverageland > leverage > 9 square bingo

rories — Fri, 12 Sep 2014 02:36:25 GMT

because i hate myself, i did this last minute because i don't know how to budget my time. i apologize for how bad 90% of these look.

vegas

home

team

magic

underpants

bet

surprise

diversion

pots and pans

beacon_hills > teen wolf > 9 square bingo

rories — Fri, 05 Sep 2014 05:08:35 GMT

my entry for beacon_hills challenge 13. i challenged myself by doing one of each of the fanwork options available for each square on my bingo card. so, under the cut you will find: sig tags, icons, a drabble, a picspam, gifs, a tumblr graphic, a wallpaper, a header, and a mini fanmix.

brotp (sigtags)

favorite character (icons)

family (drabble)
Scott and Stiles meet in the first ten minutes of the first day of their first year of school. They are both five years old, smaller than the other kids, and gripping tight to their mother's hands. They also have matching Pokémon backpacks and when Stiles notices, he tugs on his mom's hand and loudly whispers about the other boy. He doesn't notice when Scott turns around and stares at him, glaring slightly at his rudeness. His mother had always told him that it wasn't polite to talk about people behind their backs. But then Stiles catches his eye and grins wide and open, bright brown eyes sparkling with mischief. And Scott finds himself slowly grinning back.

He slowly directs his mother toward the other side of the room, closer to the boy with the matching backpack and plops down into a chair at the nearest table. The teacher, Mrs. Johnson, wanders over and starts talking to his mom, so Stiles takes the opportunity to slip away and sit next to the boy with the matching backpack. Their hello's are shy for only a moment and then Stiles is grabbing the colors in the middle of the table and passing Scott a piece of paper.

Those matching backpacks, quick grins, and shared colors start the beginning of a friendship that lasts decades. When Scott's father leaves in the middle of the night, Scott calls Stiles and stays on the phone with him until both of them fall asleep. When Stiles' mother dies, Scott sneaks out in the middle of the night and into Stiles' bed, curled around his best friend as he sobbed into his pillow.

Neither of them have any doubts that they will be still be friends in the coming years. After werewolves and alphas and nogitsunes and Peter Hale, the boys – the young men – are more than friends. They're family.

minor character (picspam)

werewolf (gifs)

crackship (tumblr graphic)

i read a derek x stiles fic a while back where one of the side ships was laura hale x chris argent and now a part of me kind of wants it. (it was either this or laura x coach)

female (wallpaper)

couldn't pick a favorite lady (but lbr it's probably malia) | larger

otp (header)

rip (minimix)

c'est la mort the civil wars || c'est la vie, c'est la mort
born to die lana del rey || lost but now i am found
i will follow you into the dark jayme dee || the time for sleep is now

bingo > marvel cinematic universe > ooh, bingo!

rories — Mon, 21 Jul 2014 16:19:21 GMT

only completed one line because summer camps sucked my soul out of my body, but you better believe i picked the one line with clint barton in it. below you will find some gifs, sig tag bases, and the most ridiculous wallpaper ever created.

CROSSOVER
sort of a rehash of this

FEAR

poor bb skye

CLINT BARTON

bonus:

BIRTHDAY

ALIEN

rories — Sat, 19 Jul 2014 02:09:10 GMT

Where do you stand in the fight for Beacon Hills? Are you a proud hunter or a determined werewolf? Join beacon_hills, an interactive challenge comm for MTV's Teen Wolf and find out. The 8th Phase is starting and it'd be great fun to have some new member join in the fun.

You can either become a Hunter or a Werewolf, but both team are great and you'll have fun with which every one you are sorted into.

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fanmix > thor > daybreaker

rories — Tue, 17 Jun 2014 04:54:39 GMT

vox populi | 30 seconds to mars ☼
HERE WE ARE AT THE START

wayward soldier | bear mccreary ☼
INSTRUMENTAL

daybreaker | beth orton ☼
WE BURN OUR BOATS EACH NEW YEAR

i've seen hell | martin phipps ☼
INSTRUMENTAL

hurt | johnny cash ☼
EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END

blindness | metric ☼
GOT US A BATTLE LEAVE IT UP TO ME

spotlight (oh nostalgia) | patrick stump ☼
CAUSE YOU COULD BE YOUR OWN SPOTLIGHT

three wishes | the pierces ☼
IF WE BUILT AN ARMOUR FOR OUR TENDER BODIES

gifspam > teen wolf > tell me your favorite

rories — Sun, 11 May 2014 01:53:07 GMT

tell me your favorite

a challenge for beacon_hills

favorite character
stiles stilinski

favorite character arc
stiles and the nogitsune

favorite otp or brotp
scott x stiles

favorite villain
jennifer | the nogitsune

favorite episode
motel california

fanfic > teen wolf > animal magnetism

rories — Wed, 30 Apr 2014 06:50:19 GMT

Title: animal magnetism
Rating: g/pg
Pairings: Derek/Stiles
Warnings/Notes: using the trope weirdness magnet where derek is the magnet and stiles is the weirdness. super loose interpretation of the trope lol. also literally everyone is alive.
Word Count: 1443

It starts on a Tuesday.

Derek drives in to town that morning, reusable shopping bags in the seat next to him and a folded up grocery list in his back pocket. He fills his cart with fruits and veggies and twelve ears of corn cause they're 6/$1.00 and sometimes he likes to throw them on the grill. He grabs the ingredients for homemade pizza and spends five minutes debating between strawberry ice cream and Rocky Road before finally settling on both. He stocks up on toothpaste and buys the mega pack of paper towels because they're on sale and saves $7.50 in coupons when he checks out.

All in all, it's a pretty normal shopping trip.

Until he starts to load the groceries in the back of his car. It doesn't take him long to toss the paper towels in the back before loading the cases of water in front of them. He's grabbing his bags two at a time when he realizes his mistake. He hears the footsteps as soon as he lifts and it's already too late to turn toward the shadow he can see out of the corner of his eye.

He flinches when he sees the long fingers sneaking in to his field of vision, but before he can even turn around to snarl at the person, a quick "Hey, dude, let me help!" is muttered to the back of his head.

Stiles lifts a bag, grunting at how heavy it is because Derek never knows how to tell the bagger not to fill it so much. "Jeez, dude, what did you buy?" Stiles asks, setting the bag down in front of the case of water.
Derek just grunts before grabbing the last few bags and placing them carefully in the trunk. "Thanks," he mutters and he can see out of the corner of his vision when Stiles just shrugs and says "No problem."

Stiles doesn't even say goodbye as he turns away and heads into the store, but Derek still has a hard time not watching him walk away.

He tries not to find it weird that Stiles just willingly helped him out for no reason.

The next time is a Friday night. The whole pack is over for what Scott is calling a Bonding Extravaganza. Really it's just an excuse for all of them to stay out past curfew and eat pizza and chips while watching several movies in a row. This week it's Erica's turn to pick and she's continuing with her Ryan Gosling theme, much to Jackson's chagrin. She has a smug grin on her face as Boyd puts the DVD in and Stiles is laughing even as Jackson pushes his feet off the table.

Derek loves these nights, even if having the whole pack together turns into a disaster. It means that at least they are together, that they made it through their last big catastrophe whole and relatively unscathed.
He can't even be mad at the massive amounts of romantic comedies they end up watching.

Derek settles into the couch, allowing himself to relax into the cushions and tries to contain his smile as Cora plops down into the seat next to him. He tenses up slightly when Stiles sits on the other side of him, but only because he still can't figure out why Stiles stopped to help him at the grocery store the other day.

Eventually, though, he lets himself slip further into the couch cushions and Ryan Gosling's dreamy blue eyes. He feels more than sees Stiles twist his body around and fling his arm over the back of the couch and can hear him rustling around in the backpack he'd stored back there. Derek goes back to ignoring him in favor of admiring Rachel McAdams but it's not long before a large, rather appealing Chocolate Chip Cookie is waved under his nose.

He glances out of the side of his eyes to Stiles who still hasn't taken his own eyes off the television. "What?" he says and is immediately shushed by Kira.

"Had some extras," Stiles whispers under his breath, waving the cookie again. "Brought you some."

Derek slides the cookie from Stiles' fingers and tries not to focus on how warm the boy's hands are. "Thanks," he mutters and watches as Stiles grins without ever looking at him.

It's not until after everyone has left that Derek realizes Stiles only had enough cookies for himself and Derek.

It happens again, this time early on a Sunday. Derek's just returned from a run when he finds Stiles sitting on the steps in front of his apartment. He usually does his stretches on the exact step Stiles happens to be on but he can't bring himself to make him get up.

He wipes up sweat as he stops in front of Stiles.

"Morning," Stiles says and Derek thinks he's far more chipper than he'd expected him to be on a Sunday morning. "Brought you breakfast."

Stiles holds up a brown paper bag, grease creating splotches along the bottom crease. "And Gatorade."

"Why?" Derek asks, but he takes the bag anyway because the smell of the sausage biscuit is making his stomach rumble.

"Why not?" Stiles questions as he stumbles up the stairs after Derek. "I knew you would be on your run and I wanted to do something nice. So I brought you breakfast. And Gatorade."

Derek just stares at him as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, washing his hands with the pomegranate soap Lydia made him buy.

"I hate Gatorade," he finally says, turning to grab two plates out of the cabinet.

"Noted," Stiles says with a laugh and Derek tries to ignore the way his heart flutters at the sight of Stiles' blush.

It continues like that for a few months. Stiles being weird and helpful and nice. Derek doesn't call him out on it again, but that's mainly because he realizes Stiles is doing nice things for all of the pack. He starts to think maybe he was reading too much into the acts of kindness.

Until the day he comes home to find Stiles sprawled across his couch. The thing is loud and ugly, a burgundy and burnt orange color that Laura found at a garage sale and that Isaac had painstakingly cleaned. But it's comfy as hell so there's usually a fight over who gets to sit in it.

And right now, Stiles is fast asleep on it. Derek doesn't even question how he got in his apartment. In fact, all he can think about his how peaceful Stiles looks, finally at ease in his own skin. Derek decides to let him sleep for a bit and goes upstairs to change. By the time he comes back into the living room, however, Stiles is awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey, when did you get back?" he asks and Derek's stomach flips when he hears how gruff Stiles' voice is.

"Not too long ago. What are you doing here?" Derek hopes the question doesn't come out as rude as he thinks it did.

"Oh, I, uh, I brought you something," Stiles stutters before digging into his backpack. He grunts slightly as he tugs out a thick, leather bound book before setting it on the couch between them. "I found it at that new shop on the corner. You know, the one that always smells like frankincense and the cashier is always trying to flirt with Allison?"

Derek nods in understanding as he picks up the book, an ancient text with fragile binding and paper thin pages. It's exactly like one his parents used to have. An entire book of legends and werewolf history.
Derek swallows hard.

"Stiles," he starts, but he has to stop to swallow again. "Why do you keep doing this?"

And that's the exact opposite of what he wanted to come out of his mouth.

"I-" Stiles says and then winces. "I can take it back," he says and Derek's heart hurts with how sad he sounds. "I just wanted to get you something nice."

Derek can't help himself, he has to know. "But why?"

He doesn't want to be cliché, but it's like time stands still as he waits for Stiles to answer.

"Because I wanted to, idiot. Because you deserve it. And because I like you."

Later on, Stiles will tell him that the grin Derek lets grow on his face could have powered the sun.

"I like you, too."

Stiles continues with his trend of surprising Derek with unique and sometimes useful gifts, even after they start dating.

Derek no longer finds it weird.

Tropes Generated:
samurai cowboy
smoking hot sex
eleventh hour ranger
eleventh hour superpower
weirdness magnet

icons > teen wolf > beacon_hills 20in20

rories — Thu, 17 Apr 2014 03:23:42 GMT

are you tired of me yet?

rories — Thu, 20 Mar 2014 20:42:46 GMT

Where do you stand in the fight for Beacon Hills? Are you a proud hunter or a determined werewolf? Join beacon_hills, an interactive challenge comm for MTV's Teen Wolf and find out. The 7th Phase is starting and it'd be great fun to have some new member join in the fun.

You can either become a Hunter or a Werewolf, but both team are great and you'll have fun with which every one you are sorted into.

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manifesto > leverage > eliot x parker x hardison

rories — Fri, 14 Mar 2014 17:12:04 GMT

eliot x parker x hardison ot3 manifesto
for leverageland challenge #1
team boys' night out
heist 12

meta
meta
fanmix
picspam
icons
sigtags

meta | write 100 words telling us why you love your ship/character

i got into leverage sort of late, but i knew some of the popular ships were parker and eliot and hardison eliot. when i started watching (binge-watching really), i immediately understood why those two relationships were so enticing. all three of them have such great chemistry to together, it's not hard to see why they would be so great. they all bring out the best in each other, rely on each other so much, and care about each other in the best ways possible. parker, who didn't know what a family was, opened herself up to caring for people and being cared for. hardison, who could have anything money could by, learned to appreciate the people in his life even more deeply than before. and eliot, who on the outside could (and would) kill a person with a tic-tac and some dental floss, found out that there are people who would do anything for him in ways he never really understood. basically, baby birds that learned how to love and be loved and FOUND FAMILIES

meta | write 100 words telling us of your ship's/character's potential future

season five was like it's own manifesto for this ship and it set up such a great possible ending for all of them. eliot, parker, and hardison obviously work so great together and in all the time they've been in the group, each of them has picked up different skills. i can see them being the best team, the most well-known underground thieving team. i can see parker becoming an even better mastermind than nate, someone who would definitely take in to account the ideas and thoughts of the rest of her team. hardison would become an better hacker and grifter, settling into his own and calming down a little. he'd go through about three more Lucilles. and eliot would still be eliot, surly and brusque, but with an obvious soft spot for the people he cares about. which would become a problem in future jobs because he wouldn't want either parker or hardison to get in trouble. there would be fights and yelling, but there would also be understanding and listening. everyone would get a say in not only their jobs, but their relationship. no one would be left out and everyone would have an equal part in the team.

fanmix | how to love || eliot x parker x hardison

picspam | eliot x parker x hardison

icons | eliot x parker x hardison

sigtags | eliot x parker x hardison

community pimp

rories — Tue, 11 Mar 2014 22:02:41 GMT

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fanfic/graphic/fanmix > teen wolf > beacon_hills big bang post

rories — Thu, 27 Feb 2014 21:17:12 GMT

Season 3B Spoilers up to 3x19

SCOTT X STILES
POST-NOGITSUNE AU
Picspam = 5 pts
Fanfiction = 48 pts
based on this and this

crooked jaws and curly fries; scott x stiles

It's starts after they've dealt with the Nogitsune. Stiles still can't sleep through a full night and he spends the time he does sleep with his dad or Lydia or Scott in his bed. He'd feel like a child if he didn't feel so comforted. The one thing that does return to normal, however, is Stiles' appetite. When he wakes up in the hospital that first night, the only things he asks for are his dad, Scott, and a 20 piece chicken nugget meal and some curly fries.

Scott, like the best friend he is, already has them waiting in his back pack, pulling them out with a 20 oz. of root beer to wash them down. Stiles beams at him and for a second or two it's back to old times.

Things don't go back to normal after that. They'll never go back to normal, but Stiles tries to make it as close as possible. He goes back to school and pulls his grades back up. Scott and Stiles and Lydia, the whole pack really, dedicates Wednesday afternoons and Sundays for studying calculus and literature and the Argent bestiary.

Scott starts taking Stiles to dinner after every Sunday study session. Isaac has a job at the library and Lydia, Allison, and Kira usually go off to one of the girls houses to spend time together and neither Scott nor Stiles really knows what the twins or Derek do after they've parted ways. So Scott takes the time to spend a little more time with Stiles. Even though they see each other at school every day and video chat in the evenings, these Sunday dinners are times when Stiles can say the things he can't say in front of the others.

He'd compared it to Confession at one point, had laughed and said that Scott would make a terrible priest. Scott had laughed too, but had sobered quickly, reassuring Stiles that he could tell him anything and Scott would never say a word.

Scott takes him to fast food restaurants, sit down restaurants, food carts, food courts, makes him dinner sometimes. But most of the time he takes Stiles to a little diner almost out of town and buys him chicken nuggets, curly fries, and a root beer. Stiles had tried to pay the first few times, but he finally understood that Scott needed to do this as much as Stiles needed to talk to him.

These dinners last a few hours, the two of them nursing chocolate milkshakes when they're done with their food. After a few months, Stiles talks less about his guilt and more about video games he's been playing or the Youtube video he watched the day before. Scott starts talking more about how to permanently establish the pack and how the latest book for literature was such a snore.

But still, Scott takes him for nuggets and curly fries.

Some days he even surprises Stiles, sneaking grease stained paper bags into the school in his back pack. They share nuggets under the bleachers at the lacrosse field, and laugh at Finstock as he coaches the Freshmen gym class. Scott bumps Stiles' shoulder and smiles, wide and crooked and totally happy and Stiles' stomach twists with a foreign feeling.

They miss a Sunday dinner two months after graduation. Even without study sessions, the whole pack still gets together and Scott still takes Stiles out to eat after. But they've missed this week because they were dealing with trolls of all things.

But the trolls are gone and a peace treaty has been arranged, so Scott shows up at Stiles' house with two bags packed to the brims with food, two extra large root beers, and a milkshake to share between them. He doesn't knock, just makes his way inside, toeing off his shoes in the entryway after kicking the door shut.

He makes as much noise as possible coming up the stairs because he knows Stiles still gets a little jumpy. "It's just me!" he yells up the stairs as he takes them two at a time. He finds Stiles on his bed, hair messy and still in his pajamas. There's a controller hanging out of one hand and a grin on his face as he waits for Scott to set the food down.

"Dude, you brought me food!" Stiles exclaims, saving his game and powering off the console.

"Yeah," Scott breathes out, setting the drinks on Stiles' desk before throwing himself on the bed. "Figured since we missed out Sunday date, we could catch up now. And then I'm totally going to kick your ass in Call of Duty, so you better enjoy it while you can." Scott laughs when he's done, pulling food out of the bags and setting it in front of Stiles.

Stiles who isn't talking and is just staring at Scott, mouth slightly open and a faint blush blotching his cheek.

"What?" Scott asks before shoving a fry into his mouth. "I'm totally gonna kick your butt."

"Da – Date?" Stiles stutters, absent mindedly opening his bag of fries. He doesn't even look down as he starts shoveling them into his mouth.

A blush of his own shows up high on Scott's cheeks and he drops his gaze to the bedspread between. "Well..."

"Oh my god, I'm such an idiot!" Stiles yells. "Those were totally dates. You've been...you've been wooing me with chicken nuggets!!"

Scott laughs at this, at his friend who isn't shying away from him. Stiles who isn't turned off by the idea of his best friend being in love with him. Stiles who is still talking about wooing and chicken nuggets and the allure of crooked jaws and curly fries.

Scott stares at Stiles, at the way his hand is waving around his head, curly fry wrapped around one finger. Stares at the way Stiles' eyes are shining bright with happiness and a hint of fear. Stares at the way Stiles' mouth moves between words and sips of root beer and only stops when he puts another curly fry in it.

There's no question as to why or how Scott fell in love with him. After everything they went through, every moment they've shared, from happy to sad to scary and everything in between, it's always been Scott and Stiles.

Scott starts to chuckle, softly and under his breath, as Stiles' rant slowly comes to an end. He watches as Stiles' stash of fries dwindles, wordlessly pushing his own bag towards his friend. Stiles grabs a handful, pops more than he needs into his mouth and turns to Scott expectantly.

Scott keeps his eyes open when he kisses Stiles, soft and sudden, because he knows that Stiles' eyes will be wide with surprise, golden and wonderful, before slowly sliding shut in content. There's a fry sticking out of the side of Stiles' mouth and he tastes salty, but Scott can't help that it's the most perfect thing he's ever tasted.

When Scott finally pulls away, Stiles' eyes are still closed, but his jaw is slowly moving as he chews the last of his fries. Stiles licks his lips, pulling in the fry that was hanging out of his mouth and Scott finally pulls in a shuddery breath.

Stiles' eyes blink open after a few more seconds and he takes a hard swallow. "So," he says, and his grin is lopsided. "Call of Duty or Halo?"

DEREK X STILES X SCOTT
COFFEE SHOP/HIPSTER AU
Tumblr graphic = 5 pts
Short Description = 4 pts

Derek and his sister inherit a chain of coffee shops in the Pacific Northwest after his parents die. He doesn't really want to have a hand in the running of the business so he lets Laura and Cora handle everything. But he does like to keep up to date with the Beacon Hills branch of Hale Coffee. Because it's in his home town and he likes the coffee better this far south. And not at all because of the handsome barista with the crooked jaw and his friend with the whiskey colored eyes. Absolutely not because of those two. Not at all.

DEREK X STILES
MOVIE STAR AU
Picspam = 5 pts
Short Description = 4 pts

Stiles is a former child actor who is attempting to make it in more serious films and break out of the Disney mold. Derek is an up and comer who keeps getting type cast as the brooding jock because of his looks. When they are both hired for a new film, it's Derek who becomes the golden boy on set and in the press. Stiles would be jealous but he's totally in love with Derek in a way that could totally jeopardize the film if things fell apart. Little does Stiles know that Derek is just as in love with him. The cameras catch every look the two miss and message boards are blowing up with rumors and theories. The only ones who can't seem to figure it out are Stiles and Derek.

DEREK X STILES
NEWSSTAND AU
Tumblr graphic = 5 pts
Fanfic = 46 pts

newsstand au derek x stiles
Derek has a schedule. He wakes up, goes for a jog in the park, showers, and he's out the door by 7:45 am which gives him just enough time to stop at the corner store for a coffee and the daily newspaper. He's been following this same schedule for two years, ever since he moved into his own apartment. It's barely a variation from the schedule he had when he lived with his sister.

Which is why, on a dreary Thursday morning, when the hot water in his apartment goes out, Derek is thrown for a loop. He calls the super and anxiously looks at his watch as the phone rings and rings. When the guy finally answers, he immediately puts Derek on hold, and Derek only just manages to catch the look of horror on his own face in the bathroom mirror. By the time Derek actually talks to his super and gets a reassurance that the man will be there sometime today, Derek is officially seven minutes late.

Seven minutes is apparently just enough time to throw off his entire schedule.

The corner store where he usually stops is equidistant between his apartment and his place of work. It has good prices and decent coffee and an extensive array of newspapers and magazines. Derek loves it. But now he's seven minutes late with, and he glances at his watch for the sixth time, absolutely no time to stop.

He heaves a heavy sigh before nodding at a confused looking Isaac through the window of the shop and heads uptown towards his office.

By mid-morning Derek is a disaster. Erica has already called him a raging asshole and has threatened to quit twice. Boyd won't even talk to him. Laura is just laughing, silent behind the glass walls of her office. Since Derek absolutely cannot lose Erica at all, he finishes up a bout of paper work and then heads back down to the street in front of the office.

The food carts that dot the street have never really appealed to Derek, but he feels like this might be his last resort for a caffeine fix. The coffee cart is four people deep, so Derek parks himself in line and looks around. It doesn't take long before he finally orders his coffee, the first sip of which is absolutely awful. But it's hot and caffeinated which is exactly what he needs.

He figures he's had enough time now to let Erica cool off a little, so he makes his way back towards his building. He passes bike messengers and food carts and drops his change from his coffee into a busker's open violin case. He's about to start up the stairs to his building when a newspaper stand catches his eye. He thinks about all of the news he's probably missed by not reading the paper this morning, the crossword he would have had finished by now, and the sports pages he would have passed on to Boyd, and decides to swing by the stand.

The local paper isn't hard to find, in a large pile next to other dailies. He grabs one, tucks it under the arm holding his coffee and looks up to hand the employee his money.

His heart catches in his throat. The man reaching out for the bill in Derek's hand is like nothing he's ever seen before. Derek can feel his mouth go dry and a hot flush crawls across his skin and all he can do is stare as he's handed his change.

The man in front of him is some kind of beautiful; big brown eyes that are full of mirth and mischief, red lips that are begging to be kissed, tousled hair that makes Derek's palm itch with the want to run his hand through it.

Derek's throat clicks as he takes his change and there's a buzzing in his ears that's muffling the words the young man is saying. He just nods instead and turns away without a word, the other man's face imprinted on his brain like a brand.

He spends the rest of the day in a haze, absentmindedly sipping his now cold coffee. He's passed off the entire paper to Boyd who'd just given him a blank look.

The next day, Derek wakes up at his usual time, goes for his normal jog, showers, and leaves his apartment with plenty of time to spare.

He has no explanation for why he walks completely by his corner store and instead continues on his way to the office. The coffee cart is there and no one is in line, so Derek orders for everyone in the office. It only takes a few minutes to take them all upstairs and leave them on Boyd, Erica, and Laura's desks and then he's throwing the empty cup carousel into the recycle. He leaves a note on Erica's desk, tucked underneath a pastry he bought her downstairs, tells her he's sorry for the way he acted and to please not leave.

His next stop is back downstairs. He tries to be cool as he makes his way to the newsstand and even though his face is blank and his body loose, his hands are sweating and his eyes keep flicking across the sidewalk.

Finally, Derek is at the stand, but he doesn't look up until he's run his hands over at least five of the different newspapers.

"Morning."

Derek's hand pauses over one of the tabloids, hovers over claims of cheating among the Hollywood elite. There's absolutely no way the man behind the stand is talking to him. But still, Derek has to know. He finally looks up, after what was probably too much time for it not to be awkward.

The young man is grinning, smile wide and inviting, and Derek feels something lurch in his chest.

"Morning?" the guy says again, grin faltering.

"Mor – Morning," Derek answers, having to clear his throat halfway through.

"Looking for anything in particular?" the man asks. "We've got local papers, not so local papers, foreign papers. Anything you want."

You, Derek thinks.

"Or I have magazines. Men's magazines, women's magazines, non-gender specific magazines. Name it, I probably have it."

"Um," is Derek's eloquent response.

His heart is fluttering in his chest and his brows furrow in frustration.

You're handsome.

I want you.

Have dinner with me?

Derek watches in horror as the man's eyebrows raise higher with every second of silence from Derek. "Dude...are you okay?"

Derek finally snaps out of it, shaking his head a little before finally picking up a paper, not even reading which one he's grabbed. "Just this," he says, handing the guy a five dollar bill. "Keep the change." The grin the kid flashes at him as he nods his head will stay with Derek for the rest of the day.

Tomorrow, Derek will learn his name.

8tracks
BOYD X ERICA
HAPPILY EVER AFTER AU
Fanmix = 20 points

haven't told her | plain white t's
well, i've been holding back so much i'm in reverse
and buying her that drugstore diamond made it worse
like the silver on her skin stood for something; a promise

birds of a feather | the civil wars
all the king's horses
and all of his men
couldn't tear us apart

you're the one that i want (cover) | angus and julia stone
if you're filled
with affection
you're to shy to convey
better take my direction
feel your way

beside you | marianas trench
if your heart wears thin i will hold you up
and i will hide you when it gets too much
i'll be right beside you

you picked me | a fine frenzy
the two of us a perfect fit
you're all mine, all mine
and all i can say
is you blow me away

in our bedroom after the war | stars
listen! the birds sing! listen! the bells ring!
all the living are dead, and the dead are all living
the war is over and we are beginning...

i will follow you into the dark (cover)| jayme dee
if there's no one beside you
when your soul embarks
then i'll follow you into the dark

we found love (cover) | ingrid michaelson
yellow diamonds in the light
now we’re standing side by side
as your shadow crosses mine

POINTS:
POST-NOGITSUNE AU SCOTT X STILES
PICSPAM = 5 POINTS
FANFIC AT 1,236 WORDS = 48 POINTS
COFFEE SHOP HIPSTER AU DEREK X STILES X SCOTT
TUMBLR GRAPHIC = 5 POINTS
SHORT DESCRIPTION AT 102 WORDS = 4 POINTS
ACTOR AU DEREK X STILES
PICSPAM = 5 POINTS
SHORT DESCRIPTION AT 133 WORDS = 4 POINTS
NEWSTAND AU DEREK X STILES
TUMBLR GRAPHIC = 5 POINTS
FANFICTION AT 1,150 WORDS = 46 POINTS
ALIVE AU BOYD X ERICA
FANMIX = 20 POINTS

TOTAL = 142 POINTS

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fanmix > once upon a time > team unity: some are white light

rories — Sun, 13 Oct 2013 06:08:14 GMT

a team unity fanmix for onceuponasocial. sort of a flower grunge mix because my music taste is questionable at best.

regina
smoke and mirrors / gotye (x)
i could break your heart any day of the week / mandy moore (x)

snow
brighter than sunshine / aqualung (x)
let myself fall / rosie thomas (x)

emma
human / civil twilight (x)
hardest of hearts / florence + the machine (x)

unity
beside you / marianas trench (x)
some are white light / caspian(x)

fanfic > teen wolf/percy jackson > stand up

rories — Mon, 09 Sep 2013 07:02:33 GMT

Title: Stand Up
Rating: T for now
Word Count: 3,262
Warnings: None that I can think of except feels and stupid boys and vague mentions of a panic attack.
Pairings: Mentions of Derek/Stiles, Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, and Erica/Boyd
Summary: The Teen Wolf/Percy Jackson crossover no one asked for but I wrote anyway. In which Scott and company are demigods and Stiles is...something.
A/N: This is really rough and unbeta'd and will be continued at a later date. I'll probably clean it up a lot tomorrow, but here it is. This also got extremely out of control. It was never supposed to be this long and yet here it is.

Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible. It just means that you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed. -Piper McLean

When Scott and Stiles are 11 years old, Scott goes off to summer camp without Stiles.

For close to six years, since the first day of Kindergarten, it's been ScottandStiles. Now, for the first time, it's Scott and Stiles. And to make matters worse, Scott won't tell Stiles where he's going or the name of his camp or even an address to send letters to.

It drives Stiles crazy and after the first week he bikes to the public library to search for camps on Long Island Sound, but all he can find is a bunch of rich people houses, some resorts, and something called Delphi Strawberry Fields. After a week he gives up, clears the browser history, and finds a book on Greek gods that lasts him a day and a half.

Stiles pesters Scott for five years, springing questions on him when he thinks Scott won't expect it. Scott always comes back at the end of the summer the same old Scott. But Stiles can see a subtle difference each August. Scott comes back stronger and quicker, with a camp necklace that he forgets to take off for at least a week when he gets back. And Stiles is observant enough to notice that there's a new bead on it at the end of every summer.

He tries not to feel jealous that some place that gets his best friend for only three months, especially when he gets Scott for the other nine, but it's hard when Scott comes back the same but slightly different and Stiles is the only one that can tell.

-----

When Stiles is 17 and Scott tells him he's going to camp again this year, Stiles' first reaction is to question why Scott is even still going. Seventeen seems too old to be going to camp as a camper, but then again, Stiles has never actually been to camp, so what does he know. His second reaction is to, for the sixth year in a row, be jealous of his friend going off without him.

So he hatches a plan.

He says his goodbyes to Scott, pretending to be sad and tells his best friend that he'll miss him, and he'll see him at the end of the summer before hopping back on his bike and circling the block. He stows the bike in the McCall's storage shed and then sneaks around the front of the house. He waits until Scott and his mom go inside for a few minutes to lock up and uses the time to pop the trunk on the McCall's car.

Stiles is the Sheriff's kid, so he's known how to pop a trunk for forever. He knows exactly what to do to make sure he can open it from the inside as well. He throws his duffel in the trunk with Scott's and then climbs in. It's not the most brilliant of plans, but Stiles has never been one to think things all the way through.

-----

The drive to Long Island is about four hours from where they live and while it's not the most comfortable of rides, Stiles passes the time by beating his high score in Tetris Blitz. He's surprised when the time passes quickly and before he knows it the car is pulling to a stop and he can hear Ms. McCall saying her goodbyes.

He puts his skills to work and pops open the trunk from the inside, clambering out when it lifts open. His feet hit the ground with a thump and he can't help the groan as he stretches.

"Stiles, what the-" Scott starts and he and his mother have matching looks of shock on their faces.

So, maybe Stiles didn't plan out his explanation for when they found him.

------

Scott is angry. Like, really angry. Melissa is angry too and so is his dad when she calls him to tell him she has Stiles. But Scott is silently fuming next to him as he tries to convince his dad he's not entirely insane. He finally hands the phone back to Melissa and watches as she turns to speak into the phone once more. He uses the chance to turn to Scott, but winces when he sees the look of anger and disappointment in Scott's eyes.

"Scott, I-" he starts, but Scott cuts him off.

"Don't, Stiles. Don't even bother. What were you thinking!?" Scott yells, but then shrinks back down at the look on Stiles' face. "You shouldn't have followed me here."

Stiles is suddenly flooded by anger and irritation. "I followed you here because I wanted to know why you kept your camp such a secret! I mean, it's just a summer camp, right? What is so special about this camp that you have to keep it a secret from me?! Me?! We never keep secrets from each other, Scott!"

"I did it because it's dangerous, Stiles!" Scott bursts out.

Stiles is taken aback for about four seconds. And then he laughs. "You're telling me that this," he says and waves his hands out, "this summer camp, is dangerous? A summer camp in Long Island is dangerous?" He laughs again and spins around to look down to where the camp is situated.

He pauses, laugh dying in his throat as he looks down the hill to the biggest camp he's ever seen. He can see a large house, and several odd looking cabins, and far into the distance, what looks like some sort of lava wall.

"What?"

"Stiles-"

"Scott. What." Stiles has gone uncharacteristically still. Scott comes up behind him, looking down at camp.

"Stiles. Can you...can you see the camp?" Behind him he hears his mom finally hang up the phone.

"Of course I can see the camp, why wouldn't I be able to see the camp?" Stiles asks, just as Melissa comes up behind them.

"Stiles...there's something I need to tell you."

-----

Melissa busies herself taking the bags out of the trunk. She snatches up some protein bar wrappers that Stiles left before lifting Scott's bag and then Stiles' out and setting them on the ground. She can hear Scott murmuring to Stiles at the top of the hill, low enough that she can't make it out, but she can tell he's trying to sooth his friend.

Stiles has taken this surprisingly well in Melissa's opinion. She'd had 17 years to deal with Scott's legacy, and six of him going off to camp every year. She's not used to it, but it has gotten easier. But she can understand how Stiles feels right now.

She hates to interrupt them, but she has to leave soon. She comes up behind them again, dropping the bags at their feet.

"How are you holding up, Stiles?" she asks.

He laughs, almost mockingly, but she's not offended by it. "Oh, you know," he says, flailing his hands in the direction of the camp. "Found out my best friend is part Greek god and goes to a super secret camp where they teach people how to fight, but yeah, I'm great."

"I know it can be really overwhelming, but I've been told that they do very well here."

"You haven't been down there?" Stiles asks, pointing in the direction of the camp.

"No, I...I can't see it. I'm not allowed." Stiles looks confused for a second before Scott steps in.

Scott takes a second to explain The Mist and mortals and how apparently Stiles is special because he can see through The Mist and Melissa can see Stiles growing more and more confused and uncomfortable.

"Scott, why don't you take Stiles with you to camp. Explain to Chiron what's happened, maybe he knows why Stiles can see through The Mist. I can call your dad from the road and let him know that you are staying with Scott."

Stiles seems dubious at first, looking between her and Scott and the area where she thinks the camp is supposed to be. Every time she looks over it, all she sees is strawberry fields.

Scott's face has lit up. She can only imagine the relief he feels at finally being able to tell his best friend his biggest secret. She'd seen how he was every time he had to leave Stiles at the beginning of the summer and how excited he was to go back at the end, no matter how good a time he'd had at the camp.

"Yeah, Stiles! It'll be great! I can show you everything and introduce you to some awesome people."

It takes a few minutes, but Stiles finally relaxes, a smile creeping up his face and Melissa knows she'll definitely be driving back alone.

"Yes!" Scott yells and Melissa can't help but smile as they do their patented hand shake fist bump.

-----

Scott says his goodbyes to his mom and waves as she drives away. When he turns back to Stiles, he can see the other boy looking like a mixture of excited and terrified. He only pauses next to Stiles for a second to pick up his bag, but then he heads down Half-Blood Hill towards The Big House. He can see some of the other campers already and Chiron coming out of one of the cabins.

"Come on, Stiles, I wanna introduce you to someone."

-----

Stiles is shaking slightly as he makes his way down the hill. Scott's next to him chattering away, telling him about the different cabins and which gods and goddesses are represented. They're walking up to a giant sky blue house and Stiles is still looking around. His mind is going a million miles a minute and taking everything in. He's starting to feel a little overwhelmed by everything. He's found out his best friend is a demigod and that gods are actually real and that for some reason he's some sort of special person that can see everything.

His hands are shaking as the get closer to the Big House and Scott is still talking and then he calls out "Chiron!" and waves to-

That's a centaur. Stiles has read several books about Greek mythology so he's fairly certain what he's seeing right now is a real life centaur.

For a moment, Stiles is completely overwhelmed.

So he runs.

-----

Scott finds Stiles in the arena, watching some of the other campers practice their sword fighting. He's pale and his hands are shaking, but he's breathing easier as far as Scott can tell. Stiles doesn't look up as Scott approaches, but when Scott slides down the wall to sit next to him, he moves slightly so their shoulders are touching.

They don't talk for several minutes and Scott watches Stiles' hands settle. "I'm sorry," he says, barely a whisper and he knows Stiles hears him. He's sorry for not telling Stiles a long time ago what he was. He's sorry for not letting Stiles know about everything. He's sorry for springing all of this on him.

"S'alright," Stiles answers, but he's still looking down to his knees. He leans slightly, nudging into Scott's shoulder, and feels the other boy relax a little more. "So...," Stiles draws out, dropping his knees so his legs splay out in front of him. Scott quickly follows suit, settling in next to his best friend.

"So?" Scott asks.

"So, demigod, huh?" Stiles still isn't sure he believes what he's been told so far, but all the evidence is stacking up in Scott's favor. He'd learned to go with the flow a long time ago. "Does that mean your mom is like, a goddess?" he asks, leaning his head back against the wall and staring at Scott.

Scott laughs and catches Stiles' eye. "Nah, Mom's mortal. But my dad is a god. He's-"

"No wait, let me guess!" Stiles exclaims. He mentally goes through Scott's qualities and characteristics as a person and tries to remember the gods he's researched during a Late Night Wikipedia Black Hole Session. "Well, you're not pretty enough for Aphrodite," Stiles says and immediately ducks from Scott's swing. "Also, she's a woman so-"

"Hey!" Scott shouts, but he's laughing too. "Don't judge a book by its cover, Stiles. Some of Aphrodite's kids are some of the smartest I've met."

Scott spies the exact camper he's thinking of strolling in to the arena. "See the red head," he says, pointing her out to Stiles. "That's Lydia Martin, Daughter of Aphrodite."

"She's beautiful," Stiles whispers and leans forward to get a better look.

"Yeah, she is. She's also a genius. She's the smartest person at camp by far." Scott watches Lydia cross the arena floor, barely even glancing at the other campers practicing around her. He watches as she waves to someone across the arena floor and he can't help but smile as he follows her eye line to Allison Argent.

"That's Allison Argent, Daughter of Athena. Deadly with a bow and arrow and the most beautiful girl in camp." Scott knows Stiles can hear the reverence in his voice, but he can't bring himself to care what Stiles thinks about his crush when Allison is smiling and waving back to Lydia.

"Oh ho ho, Scotty boy. Are we making a love connection?" Stiles teases and Scott's face warms as he drags his gaze away from Allison to half heartedly glare at his best friend.

"No," Scott says, but it's slightly petulant and Stiles laughs when he sees the pout in Scott's bottom lip.

"But you want to," Stiles says and it's half a question and half not. He looks back over to Allison and Lydia and he has to agree that they are the prettiest girls in the room hands down. Lydia glows from within, lit up by grace and beauty, and there is no question that she is the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty. Allison, however, is more subtle in her beauty. There is a fire in her and a strength, as if she herself is the bow, held taught, waiting for the moment when she can let her power fly.

"Of course I want to," Scott answers. "But it'll never happen, so it doesn't really matter."

Stiles knows his best friend, so he knows when to drop sensitive subjects. "Okay, then, back to who your dad is. We've ruled out Aphrodite, obviously. Is it Zeus?"

"There hasn't been a Child of Zeus since Thalia Grace and she's a Hunter now. It's kind of against God Rules or something for the Big Three to have kids."

"Big Three?" Stiles asks, face scrunched up in confusion as he racks his brain for all his Greek knowledge.

"Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. The three brothers who made a pact a long time ago to not have kids. Apparently they really suck at it though because Zeus had Thalia and Poseidon had a kid named Percy Jackson. He was a camper here a few years ago and, like, saved the world and stuff. He's pretty cool actually. I'll introduce you one day. Oh, and Hades had kids but that was before the pact so they don't really count that."

"I...didn't really understand any of that, but okay!" Stiles says when Scott pauses to take a breath. "You're going to have to give me a family tree or something."

Before he can question Scott once more about his father, there's a loud clang, what sounds like a rather painful thud, and curse that would make Stiles' grandmother blush. Scott and Stiles immediately look over to where some campers had been practicing to see two more campers, one of whom is helping the other up from the ground. As far as Stiles can tell, their sword training had gotten a little dangerous.

"The one on the ground is Isaac Lahey, Son of Apollo. The one helping him up is Derek Hale, Son of Ares. They mainly hang out with Vernon Boyd, Son of Hephaestus, he's the one tinkering with the crossbow, and Erica Reyes, Daughter of Ares. Those for are practically inseparable."

As Scott points them out, Stiles puts faces to names and commits them to memory. Isaac Lahey looks like he should be the Son of Eros just based on how much he looks like a cherub. His curly hair and bright blue eyes are striking, even from across the arena. He grins as Derek Hale pulls him to his feet and dusts off his pants. Stiles can't hear what they're saying from here, but whatever it is, it makes Derek laugh.

Derek catches Stiles' eye for a multitude of reasons. One, he definitely looks like a Son of Ares. His muscles look like they have muscles and from what Stiles can tell he swings a sword as if he's not afraid of what might come up against it. There's a slight sheen of sweat that Stiles can see from where he sits, as if Derek runs hotter than normal. There's a fire and passion behind his eyes, a power that boils under his skin and Stiles can feel himself getting warmer.

He almost doesn't notice with Derek's eyes catch his at first, but when he does, he quickly looks away and focuses his gaze on Boyd. Boyd is big, bigger than Derek almost, and quiet. Stiles imagines that if he shook Boyd's hand, it would be covered in calluses. It makes sense from what Stiles remembers about Hephaestus.

Leaning against Boyd is the most beautiful blonde bombshell Stiles has ever seen. He finds it a little strange Erica seems to be so close to Boyd because from his research in the past, Ares and Hephaestus hated each other. He would have thought that that rivalry would have been passed down.

As he's thinking back through all of his Greek mythology knowledge, Scott settles in further next to him. Stiles draws strength from him and leans a little further into his space.

"Who's your boyfriend, McCall?" a voice says above him and Stiles looks up at what can only be described as an actual Greek god. The guy is beautiful and Stiles can tell that he knows it which automatically means Stiles doesn't really like him.

"Can it, Jackson," Scott says halfheartedly, in the tone that sounds like he's been dealing with this guy's douchebaggery for a long time.

Jackson looks like he's going to say something more, but Lydia's voice calls him over from across the arena. He smirks as he walks away.

"That's Jackson Whittemore. He doesn't know who his God or Goddess is and he's really bitter about it. Don't let his attitude fool you though. He once fought off a full grown Pit Scorpion when it attacked Lydia and Allison."

Stiles just nods and then let's his head fall back against the wall again. "You know all of this is extremely overwhelming, right?" he asks, but he doesn't even need to look to know that Scott is nodding and looking apologetic again. "Really cool, but way overwhelming."

"Yeah, I know, dude."

Stiles takes another deep breath and looks around the arena again. Boyd and Isaac are fighting now and Erica and Derek are talking. Over the clang of the swords, Derek looks over at Scott and Stiles, and Stiles feels a blush bloom across his cheeks. Stiles looks away again.

"You never told me who your dad is," Stiles says, rolling his head to look at Scott.

Scott laughs and turns back from where he was looking at Allison again. "Oh, yeah. It's Apollo." He doesn't say anything other than that and Stiles lets the information sink in.

"You know," he says, "that makes total sense."

rories — Sat, 24 Aug 2013 16:28:09 GMT

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fanfic > teen wolf > folklore and the poetics of power

rories — Fri, 25 Jan 2013 23:38:10 GMT

folklore and the poetics of power derek/stiles; mature; Dr. Derek Hale, PhD in world mythology, never imagined falling for a student.

This was written for the twreversebang. I had the absolute pleasure of writing for this piece by wondersmith (@tumblr). Please go and let them know how wonderful they are. thank you so much, wondersmith for letting me write this for you. Also, thank you to nat for being the most quick and efficient beta I've ever had. This piece wouldn't be nearly as good without your help. <3 Any lingering mistakes are mine and mine alone.

This can also be found on AO3!

He fights them tooth and nail, but in the end Deaton just shoves a pile of applications into his hands and tells him to pick one. Dr. Derek Hale, PhD absolutely, positively does not want a teaching assistant. He doesn't want one, he doesn't need one, and he is 2.5 seconds from tossing the papers back in his boss' face. But Deaton just stares him down and in the end Derek just sighs and heads back into his office.

He puts off actually looking through the resumes until the last possible moment. Deaton emails him every day and when Derek doesn't answer, physically comes up to Derek's office and gives him an ultimatum. Either pick a teaching assistant or be forced to teach Freshman Seminars from now until eternity.

So Derek blocks out an hour in his day and starts flipping through the applications. They're all seniors or first year graduate students and they all meet the basic requirements needed to apply for the job. But Derek expects the best from his employees just like he expects the best from his students.

Finally, he reaches the bottom of the stack, determined to throw the whole lot of them back in Deaton's face, when a name catches his eye. He's heard of the kid around the department, but he's never met him, never taught a class with him in it.

He throws the rest of the applications in the recycle bin and opens an email to Deaton.

-----

Derek isn't the one to call Stiles Stilinski. That task goes to Deaton since he's head of the department and will technically be Stiles' supervisor. But Derek is the one that conducts the interview, so he's in his office at promptly 9:30 on a Tuesday morning, waiting for the kid to show up. At 9:45, he hears a tentative knock on his door.

When Derek looks up, all he can see is Stiles' head poking through the door. He beckons the younger man in and waves his hand in the direction of the chair across his desk. He doesn't stand and he doesn't offer his hand to Stiles, just mutters a good morning and waits for Stiles to get settled.

Derek pulls Stiles' resume and transcript from under a pile of Greek Mythology books he's using for research. He's already read over these papers at least four times, has looked Stiles up on Facebook, and has even found one slightly veiled reference to a Stiles Stilinski from Beacon Hills from several years ago who made the winning lacrosse goal in his team's state championship.

It's not stalking, it's researching future employees to make sure they'll fit in.

Derek, objectively, knows what Stiles looks like. He's seen the yearbook picture they used in the Beacon Hills Daily article. He went through the albums Stiles had posted on Facebook from his semester abroad in Ireland. But the young man that stumbles into his office and practically falls into the chair is a lot more than he seems in his pictures.

Stiles is tall, at least an inch taller than Derek. But where Derek is all broad shoulders and muscles, Stiles is lean and lanky, coiled with strength rather than packed with it. His eyes are big and round, perhaps in an attempt to not miss anything. And Derek, for a moment, is shocked by the color; almost gold and shining brightly in the light of his office. His hair is shorn short, barely enough to hold on to and that – that is where Derek makes himself stop.

Because Stiles is a student. And granted he's not one of Derek's students, hasn't taken a class under him, and since Stiles is a senior, he never will. But Derek is pretty sure there are rules about these things. So he puts aside all thoughts about Stiles' bottom lip and how it pouts just the slightest bit and tries not to concentrate on the way Stiles' longer, nimble fingers twist together as he waits for Derek to start the interview.

"So, Mr. Stilinski," Derek starts, not even bothering with introductions. "Tell me why you feel you should be my TA."

-----

When Stiles gets home that night, to the apartment he shares with his best friend Scott, he immediately goes to his room, locks the door behind him, and rubs one out to the memory of Derek Hale. More specifically, the memory of Derek Hale's voice and the way his fingers wrapped around the pen he used to take notes on Stiles' resume.

Stiles would feel ashamed, but he doesn't. There's nothing wrong with some healthy Me Time, he thinks. And no one but him will ever know who's name he said when he came.

And, to be fair, this isn't the first time Stiles has thought about Dr. Hale during a self love session. He's seen the professor around the department, watched the way his dress shirts stretched over his shoulders, the way he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows right before going in to teach a class. Derek Hale's forearms have been a pretty consistent presence in Stiles' fantasies.

It's part of the reason why Stiles applied to be Dr. Hale's teaching assistant. He fit all of the requirements. He's taken and passed Greek Philos, but that was under Dr. Deaton. He's a graduating senior with a 3.9 GPA and nearly perfect attendance. He's not the most qualified of all those who applied, but Stiles thinks he's got that bit of something that they don't have.

So he's only mildly surprised when he gets the call to interview with Dr. Hale.

He thinks the interview goes pretty well, even if he was sweating bullets by the end of it. Dr. Hale had asked him the basic interview questions and at the end of it he'd leaned back in his chair and just stared at Stiles. And Stiles has always been good at reading people, but for once in his life he has no idea what Hale is thinking.

There is no emotion on Derek's face, no clue as to how Stiles did in the interview and Stiles can feel his heart clawing its way up his throat. But then Derek just nods and tells him he starts on Monday and turns back to his computer where he was before Stiles came in.

And Stiles books it. Straight back to his apartment and right into his bedroom which is where he is now, sticky and cooling in his own sweat.

He is not going to feel ashamed about this. What he is going to do, however, is clean himself up and act like a goddamn professional and go in on Monday and pretend he doesn't have a raging crush on his new boss.

-----

Derek starts him off easy, grading pop quizzes for his Freshman Seminar and making copies of the syllabus for this Topics class. Stiles is free to make his own schedule as long as he gets the work done, so Derek is never quite sure when he'll come in until he does.

Derek let's Stiles sit in his office and work most days. It's easier to let him do that than for Stiles to come in and out every time he has a question about something.

There are two things wrong with the this, however.

One, Stiles talks. A lot. Probably more than Derek has in his entire life. And he talks about anything. And everything.

He hadn't, at first. He'd been quiet during the first few days, when he was mainly going over the answers to Derek's daily question for his class. But slowly he'd started talking, asking Derek how he was and did he watch Parks and Recreation on Thursday and holy shit did he know that the guy who plays the Dean in Community won a fucking Oscar. And Derek just listens, occasionally answering, saying he was fine and no he missed it but he'll catch up and who?

But slowly, Derek gets used to it. By the third or fourth week of Stiles popping into his office to grade tests or help with lesson plans or make copies, Derek gets used to it. And if he goes home at night and realizes it's way too quiet, well he doesn't have to tell anyone about that.

The second thing that is wrong with this arrangement is that - well, Stiles appears to have an oral fixation.

In that, something is always in his mouth. Pens, pencils, fingers, the strings of his hoodies. And Derek is just thankful that he perfected the art of looking at someone from under his lashes, otherwise Stiles would have figured out he was staring a long time ago.

Because Derek can't stop watching him sometimes. The way his mouth hangs open, the hint of teeth just past those pink lips. But the thing is, Stiles' mouth isn't all that extraordinary. It's just a mouth. The top lip is slightly too thin and the bottom lip only a little pouty. It's just...a mouth. And yet, Derek can't stop staring at it. Can't help but watch the way Stiles' bottom lip bows when the pen rests on it, the way his tongue comes out to click the utensil against his teeth.

Can't help but imagine the way that mouth would feel around his cock.

And that's how Derek knows he's in trouble.

-----

Beans 'N Things has basically the worst coffee known to man, but it's the closest shop to campus and his office, so that's where Derek stops most mornings. It's kitschy and small and none of the furniture matches, but they do have decent blueberry muffins.

Occasionally, he sees some of his students there, working on papers or reading for classes. Some of them say 'Hi,' but most of them ignore him, dropping their gaze from him and pretending to type on their laptops.

The rumor around the department is that the students are afraid of him. Well, maybe not afraid as much as intimidated. Probably because Derek is a bit of a hard-ass.

Not that he really means to be. He just expects the best from his students and if giving tough love is the way to get the best, well then so be it.

He nods to the few students who meet his eye on his way up to the counter and orders his Soy Cinnamon Latte. He reads the menu for the 24601st time while he waits, running his hand up and down the strap of his bag.

"Soy? Really?" he hears behind him and he's eternally grateful that no one can hear the way his heart skips a beat when warm breath caresses his ear.

It's Stiles' voice, of course, soft and low, with a hint of a laugh just like always.

"Mr. Stilinski," Derek says because they're in public and he's learned to only call him Stiles when they're in his office.

And he realizes that is way dirtier than he intended it to be.

He waits a beat before he turns around, taking in Stiles with his ever present graphic tee (a giant, faded Mjolnir today) and plaid shirt. He looks the same as always, but for some reason, Derek can't help but see a difference. Perhaps it's because this Stiles outside of the office and he seems freer.

Later on, after coffee and muffins, 32 graded final papers, and a very long and tiring graduation ceremony, Derek will realize that this is the moment he falls in love with Stiles Stilinski.

------

Okay, but here's the thing. Stiles is really easy to fall in love with. He's smart and funny and handsome and he lets Derek talk about his research. Derek never expected it obviously. He thought he was just getting a student that he could shove all his extra work on so he could focus on his research.

But then Stiles is there to bounce ideas off of and he recommends a book to Derek that he can use in his research and he just generally inserts himself into his life.

More than once, Derek regrets that he basically only gets Stiles a few times a day.

Stiles is no better, though. In the four months of working for Derek, spending his afternoons in his office and listening to Derek discuss his life's work, Stiles has started to fall in love.

So he does the only thing he can really think of.

He blows Derek in his office on a Friday afternoon.

-----

Derek lets him finish because Stiles has a mouth that just won't quit. And then after that he sort of returns the favor in the form of a quick and dirty handjob against the locked door of his office.

And then after that he says no more. Because he may be extremely attracted to Stiles and would love to spend the next 70+ years in bed with him, but he also likes his job and would like to keep it, thank you very much.

So when they are done and sated and Stiles has popped a piece of gum in his mouth, Derek sits him down and they hash out some rules.

No kissing, sex, or otherwise inappropriate behavior until Stiles is no longer a student. They can talk and have coffee and maybe grab dinner, but all "dates" need to be in public places and they'll have to pretend they're just friends until graduation.

Stiles is on board for all of it, even if he really does want to know what Derek looks like naked.

And Derek, Derek is the one that made the rules, and it turns out he's the one that has the most trouble following them.

-----

Stiles is really easy to date, it turns out. He's content to just go out for coffee or a movie or a quick bite to eat. And he doesn't mind if he has to slip into the restaurant or theatre ten minutes after Derek just so no one will find out.

And Derek is happy to discover that dating Stiles doesn't really interfere with their employer/employee relationship. Stiles is still Stiles and Derek is still Derek and no one can tell a difference.

Except Derek. Because now all Derek wants to do is lock the door behind Stiles every time he comes in to work, lay him across his desk, and take him apart bit by bit.

Instead he, somewhat begrudgingly, sits with Stiles while he grades papers and talks about his life. Because Stiles is still just as easy to talk to. And now that Stiles has had Derek's dick in his mouth, Derek doesn't find it as awkward to talk about his family or his sister or his previous relationship that crashed and burned.

And in return Stiles talks about his father the sheriff and Scott his roommate and his life goal of creating a super successful science fiction mythology novel.

And with every single word that comes out of Stiles' mouth, Derek feels himself falling just a little bit more. Because this silly, wonderful, beautiful creature that up until a few months ago was just a name on a piece of paper. This extraordinary man is perfect and he wants Derek and Derek-

Derek starts ticking off the days until graduation on his calendar and if Dr. Deaton notices, well, he doesn't say anything either.

-----

Graduation is just as long and boring as Derek expected it to be. His was just as long and boring and all the one's he'd been too in the past eight years were just as boring. But there is something about this one that gives him more of a thrill than any of the other graduations combined.

This is Stiles' graduation.

This means that finally, finally, Stiles is no longer a student, and more importantly, no longer Derek's employee.

After that fateful Friday afternoon, Derek had put a ban on any and all sexual situations. Which had been hard because every time he had looked at Stiles after that day, all he could picture was those lips around his cock.

It had been a really hard final month before graduation.

But they are here now and Stiles has just walked across the stage and if anyone in his family could see him now, they'd all be surprised by the wide smile that stretches across Derek's face.

There is still students T-Z to get through and closing remarks, but Derek gets up out of his seat and heads for the exit. He sets himself up right outside one of the many doors to the auditorium, one he's sure will produce Stiles in 3...2...1.

The door bursts open with the frenetic energy he's come to expect from Stiles and before Derek can even say anything, his arms are full of Stiles. Derek smiles against the kiss Stiles presses to his lips and huffs out a laugh.

"Think we have time for a quickie before my dad comes looking for me?" Stiles whispers in Derek's ear, pressed up close, still in his cap and gown.

There are students filing out of the auditorium now and the sheriff will be here in probably about thirty seconds, but Derek would love nothing more than to duck into the bathroom to the left of them.

He hisses as Stiles presses up against him again, but settles his hands on Stiles' arms to push him off.

"As much as I would love to thoroughly congratulate you on your graduation, I can see your father now. So you should probably remove your hand from my pock – Ah, Stiles!"

Stiles slips his hand out of Derek's pocket and off his dick about four seconds before his father calls his name, but the glint in his eyes tells Derek that he is not done teasing him, far from it.

Lunch with Sheriff Stilinski and his gun is going to be fun.

------

Stiles is accepted into the graduate program for English at his alma mater. He says it's not because Derek is still there, but Derek saw him toss out the applications for schools further away.

He wants to be angry that Stiles is limiting himself because of him, wants to be angty that Stiles is giving up good things because of Derek. Because Stiles is smart and wonderful and will go so, so far in his life and Derek wants him to have all of the good things.

But Stiles just laughs and tells him he already has the best thing in the world because Stiles has him.

And that, Derek thinks, is better than anything ever.

Teen Wolf Fluff-a-thon!

rories — Mon, 23 Jul 2012 02:41:33 GMT

Teen Wolf Fluff-a-thon

Because the Teen Choice Awards and their lack of actual awards broke us.

rules: post some prompts, fill some prompts, link to this post, don't be a dick, have fun

icons > mary margaret blanchard & emma swan (once upon a time) > ouat_stills

rories — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 06:20:37 GMT

20 icons for round three at ouat_stills

teasers

themes: black&white, color, nature, smile, text

themes:quote, emotion, faceless, relationship, negative space

category: magnifying glass

artist's choice

holiday love meme

rories — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 06:38:06 GMT

holiday love meme; my thread

rories — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 23:34:20 GMT

christmas cards

if you'd like a christmas card from me, leave your name and address in the comments (or message me, whatever). comments are screened. please only ask if we're pretty close, thanks. also, don't be anon. also, also, if you think i have your address, i probably don't.

i promise i will have a real post recapping my first semester of grad school in the coming days.

fanfic > marvel comics/films/earth's might heroes > to be only yours

rories — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 07:04:35 GMT

to be only yours; hank/janet, side clint/natasha if you blink; pg; on occasion, Jan gives him this look where her eyes get all round and her full bottom lips sticks out just slightly and he either kisses her and gives in or…actually, no, that’s about his only option when she gives him that look

note: i wrote this on a whim and all i know about hank and jan is from wikipedia and watching earth's mightiest heroes. they are life ruiners. clint x natasha for becca because she is the worst.

Hank isn’t antisocial. He has friends and he goes out and of course there are the Avengers. But he would much rather spend time in a lab than go to a bar with Tony and Thor or a club with Clint and Natasha and Jan. The lab he gets, science and numbers and equations and chemicals; he understands all that. But loud noises and over priced beer or girly drinks? He doesn’t get the appeal.

But on occasion, Jan gives him this look where her eyes get all round and her full bottom lips sticks out just slightly and he either kisses her and gives in or…actually, no, that’s about his only option when she gives him that look. And thus, Hank is forced to go out.

Jan drags him to this club that is possibly owned by Tony, the millionaire can’t get through to Pepper to see if he actually still owns it or not. Either way, the whole team ends up going and getting in and Hank immediately wants to leave. It’s loud and he’s pretty sure the club is breaking about twelve code violations with the amount of people that are around.

Jan grabs his hand and he instinctively wraps her smaller one in his and she drags him through the door, sticking close behind Steve (who looks as uncomfortable as Hank feels) and Thor because the crowd parts for them. T’Challa has already disappeared somewhere and Tony is already at the bar with a happy looking Thor about to join him. Clint and Natasha are on the dance floor and Clint looks like he’s about to stab any guys that even look at Natasha. Steve is looking uncomfortable near Tony, keeping his eyes well above the heads of the women that have gathered around Tony. Bruce stayed home.

Jan slips her jacket off her shoulders when they walk through the main doors and Hank swallows his tongue. Her suit as Wasp has always had the fitting yellow in it and in the back of his mind he’s always thought it was a good color on her. But now he’s completely sure. She’s wearing a silky halter top that ties around the neck and waist and her dark jeans hang low on her hips. Hank pretty much trips over his shoes when she hands the jacket to the coat check and all he can see is the pale expanse of her back.

She still has a hold of his hand and he prays that she doesn’t realize how sweaty it just got. As confident as he can seem, Jan knows how to shake him up, by hanging on him when he’s working or brushing the small of his back when they’re getting ready for bed. By just being Jan. She drags him to the bar and parks herself on a stool next to Thor and Tony and Steve. Her smile is dangerously bright as she orders drinks for herself and for him. He slides up the back and side of Jan, between her and Steve who doesn’t even try to drink anymore. She’s ordered him a rum and coke already and their fingers brush as she hands him the glass.

He pretends to ignore the clench of his stomach.

The small group of them hangs around at the bar for awhile, Tony telling outrageous stories and Steve being scandalized by the moves Clint and Natasha are pulling on the dance floor. Hank knew Clint was ridiculous, but he didn’t realize that Natasha knew how to move…like that. Had she always been that flexible?

He grunts and doubles over slightly when Jan’s small fist hits him in the ribs. He shoots her a sheepish grin and moves further into her personal space. It’s rare that he does this, shows this much affection. Usually it’s her that’s hanging all over him or pressing a kiss to his cheek or generally hovering. But he sees the way some of the men are looking at her back and her neck where her hair doesn’t really reach and he can’t help but be jealous.

They don’t have a label on their relationship. They’re just Hank and Jan, Ant-Man and Wasp. He figures if they’re going to call it something, then they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, whatever. He doesn’t like it when she looks at other guys and they’ve been sleeping together for over a year. They’re a couple.

He can feel her shoulder rub against his chest as she tells a story, her hands waving everywhere. Clint and Natasha finally join them at the bar. Clint has sweat on his brown and the hair at the back of his neck is wet; Natasha looks like she just stepped off a Parisian runway. Clint says something to the group about Natasha’s flexibility and they laugh and Hank can’t help but look down at Jan as she giggles and leans into his frame.
She must feel him staring at her because she looks up, her brown eyes shining and bright and he just grins down at her.

And then Tony is saying something about them and Hank shoots him a glare as Jan starts laughing again and then she presses a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

Maybe he’d go out more often.

icons > 1x24 english as a second language > greendale20in20

rories — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 01:40:23 GMT

20 icons for greendale20in20
1x24 english as a second language

teasers:

10 THEMES

introduction	mystery	wild	trendy	ending

no eyes	inset	large text	white space	doubled

5 RANGE

one	two	three	four	five

5 ARTIST'S CHOICE

artist's choice 1	artist's choice 2	artist's choice 3	artist's choice 4	artist's choice 5