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Derek Hale Appreciation Week 2021 Day 3:

Wednesday Nov 24 - Complete AU // Lyrics

High school AU still supernatural

I’m pacing my room, trying to figure out how to handle the fact that I’m actually in love with the guy I’ve been having hate sex with for over a year. I don’t know how to handle it. I should’ve known better. He’ll never want to give me more than he already is. I should have stopped it a long time ago, but it’s too late for that now.

My phone rings, playing “No, I won't call you baby I won't buy you daisies 'Cause that don't work And I know how to get you crazy How to make you want me So bad it hurts”

I answer and say “Yes?”

He chuckles and says “Hey, you should come over?”

I sigh and say “We have to talk, actually so sure.”

He sighs and says “Okay. See you soon.”

I hang up without responding like I normally do, before hitting my head against the wall. I change out of my home clothes and shrug on my leather jacket. I grab my keys, phone and wallet before heading out to my Camaro. I get in and drive over to his house like I do at least once a week. He is standing in the doorway when I get there, so I sigh before turning my car off and walking up to him. He lets me in and heads into the kitchen, surprising me. I expected him to ignore the fact that I said we needed to talk, but clearly he isn’t. I steel myself and walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter. He jumps to sit on the counter beside me and I can see his nostrils flare, meaning he’s trying to figure out what is going on. He shakes his head and I can’t help but notice how cute he looks.

I sigh and say “I think we need to stop this. I don’t think I can keep going on like this.”

He chuckles and says “Derbear, did you finally figure out that we haven’t been having the hate sex you thought we were having?”

I look at him sharply before saying “What do you mean, Stiles?”

He jumps off the counter to stand in front of me and says “Oh, Der. You mornon. Do you remember I’m a shifter as well?”

I nod and say “Of course I remember that. What about it?”

He chuckles and says “Oh my goodness. Do you think if we were actually having hate sex either of us would refuse to use condoms? We scent mark each other almost all the time. We’ve been having sex for well over a year, exclussively and we have never used condoms. Are you telling me you don’t understand still?”

I deflate and say “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Sti?”

He runs a hand over my neck and says “Oh sweetheart. I’ve been in love with you since we were 15. And clearly you realized you love me as well.”

I lightly touch his neck and say “I am a moron clearly. You let me touch your neck without problem. How did I never see it? I’ve been posturing for so long for no reason. I didn’t think you would want me if I wasn’t a dick.”

He kisses me lightly and says “Oh, Der. You still don’t know, do you?”

I look into his whiskey eyes and say “What do you mean?”

He smiles slightly and says “Der, take a sniff of my neck and I’m sure you’ll know what I mean.”

I do as he says before gasping and say “Oh god, we’re mates. How did I not know? Why did you never tell me?”

He pulls away slightly and says “I was scared. I knew you were mine, but I wasn’t positive I was yours. I didn’t feel secure enough to tell you before you figured at least part of it out yourself.”

I pull him to my chest and say “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean to hurt you this way. I’ll make up for it I promise. I’ll court you properly and introduce you to my family. No wonder mom and Laura have been so pissed at me recently. They had to have known even when I didn’t. No wonder I set your ringtone to what I did. I’m such an idiot.”

He chuckles softly and says “They do know. They talked to me about it months ago. But I told them to let you figure it out on your own. What is my ringtone?”

I sigh and say “You didn’t have to protect me from my family, baby. I would deserve whatever they threw at me for being so blind. Bad enough for you by All Time Low.”

He laughs hard and says “You silly boy. Love, you’re an idiot. Of course I had to protect you from your family or they would have not accepted me as well as they already have. By letting you figure it out yourself it makes me look better than if I let them tell you. They’ll respect me more that way.”

I chuckle and say “Sometimes I really forget the fact that you’re a genius. God, how did I get so lucky? I couldn’t have pictured a better mate. You’re gorgeous, you’re caring, you’re brilliant, you’re the strongest person I know and you are far too good for me.”

He shakes his head and says “Der, I know you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, loving, a good man and a closet dork. Neither of us is too good for the other. And now we’re on the same page. Which I am very grateful for.”

I kiss him slowly for the first time and melt against him. I’m glad we’re on the same page now, as well. I’m glad I don’t have to lose another minute of my time with my mate, by being a moron.

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Touché (Confessions in the Dark) by ThePurebloodPrat

Art by @always-mimits

Rating: E Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore Tags: Love Confessions, Getting Together, Frottage, Sloppy Makeouts, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Jackson Whittemore, Dom/sub Undertones, Enthusiastic Consent, Begging, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, unhygenic sex, Unsafe Sex, Praise Kink Summary:

"Stiles grunts, having to turn and chase the ball a bit before snagging it in his crosse and pointedly waiting before rotating the stick. To his surprise, the catch is perfect. “See?” Jackson points out, smug. It’s Stiles’ turn to exaggeratedly roll his eyes." ----- After shedding his scales and becoming a normal werewolf, Jackson struggles with control. Stiles offers his tried and true method of using the lacrosse pitch. The summer passes, and both boys uncover different sides of themselves in the dark on the grass.

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Derek Hale Appreciation Week 2021 Day 2:

Tuesday Nov 23 - Missing Moments // Favorite Quotes

Stiles stands off to the side, while I’m sitting down watching me in concern.

I stare at the ground and say “It was a dream. It was actually. It was more like a nightmare.”

Stiles says “Okay. what happened?”

I say “It started with these hunters that caught Peter and me after we left Cora. It was a family of them led by a guy named Severo. They broke into my loft.”

Stiles asks, “Who was it?”

I can’t say it so I say, “There are a lot of myths about how people can get turned into a werewolf. Usually a bite. There is one about rain water.”

Stiles of course finishes it for me, saying, “Drinking rainwater out of the puddle of a werewolf’s print.”

I sigh and say “There is another one.”

Stiles looks even more concerned, sitting across from me and says “Derek, if this is all just a dream, why do you look so worried?”

I flinch and say, “Because I don’t remember waking up. So. So tell me how do you know? How do you know if you’re still dreaming?”

Stiles is quick to answer, “Fingers. In dreams you have extra fingers.”

I grab Stiles’ hand pulling it up to show both of us that he has extra fingers. Oh god. No, please. Kate’s back. No. I come back to myself and stare for a minute at her.

I clutch my stomach where she shot me and say “It’s real. You’re real.”

Kate walks closer to me, laughing, and says, “That’s right, Derek. And if seeing me is a surprise, watch this.”

She shifts into a werejaguar and I know I’m out of luck. No one is going to be able to save me this time. No one will know how to save me this time. Not even Stiles will be able to figure this out. Of course I figured out that Stiles is my anchor only to be ripped away. I can’t have nice things, clearly. She knocks me out and I wake up feeling strange in a dark place surrounded with wolfsbane. I can slightly hear what I think must be chanting and soon I’m unconscious again. I wake again to someone breaking through the wall of whatever I am in and reach out to them once the hole is big enough for me to get out of. I don’t recognize who saved me though I feel like I should. I don’t know what happened to me, but the two people who saved me seem surprised by something and concerned. I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse about the situation. We’re stumbling through what seems like an old temple maybe and once we are outside I hear a heartbeat and scent I recognize.

A girl says “Is that him? Is that Derek?”

Mischief says “Sort of.”

I look up and Mischief looks much older than I expected. I stare at him for a moment, feeling like I’m missing something huge. I’m confused and frankly a little terrified.

I make eye contact and say “Mischief?”

He flinches and says “Der. Are you okay? God what did she do to you?”

I shake my head and say “I don’t feel right. I feel like I’m missing something and I don’t understand. How old are you now and why do I feel like I haven’t aged at all?”

He looks towards the boy holding me up and says “I’m 18, Der. I don’t know how, but someone turned back your dial and you’re 15 again. Which means control issues again and you’re missing a lot of memories. Der, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to fix this, but I’ll do everything I can to help you. You’ll be okay. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help you.”

I flinch and say “Mischief, how do you even know anything about this? Last thing I knew you knew nothing of this world.”

He flinches and says “My best friend is a werewolf, my girlfriend is a werecoyote, my other best friend is a banshee and Kira is a kitsune. Things are very different now, Der. Also I go by Stiles now.”

I nod towards the boy holding me up and say “He is the werewolf best friend?”

He nods and says “Yeah Scotty is a werewolf now. Lydia the strawberry blond is the banshee and Maila is the werecoyote. Breaden is the lady holding you up, she’s a mercenary. She’s looking for the woman who took you and did this to you. But we should leave now, you’re safe with us, Der.”

I nod weakly and say “Okay. I trust you. I don’t know about anyone else, but you I trust.”

He nods and herds me to the Jeep that belonged to his mother, though I don’t smell her on it at all anymore. I look up at him and he can see the question in my eyes I guess because he sadly shakes his head letting me know she never got better. I flinch hard and get shoved into the car. Mischief herds everyone else into the backseat. He turns to the lady still standing outside and nods at her.

He says “Thank you for your help. She’ll probably be coming for him again so you might want to follow us. So you can hopefully catch her.”

She just nods and hops onto her bike. We all leave and I’m more confused than I ever have been before. Mischief just lightly touches my hand and smiles softly. I nod and fall into unconsciousness once again, knowing Mischief will do his best to keep me safe even from his friends if necessary.

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True And Faux

Art by @geekmom13 Written by @always-mimits

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: courting, Getting Together, Model Jackson Whittemore, Mermaids, Vernon Boyd & Jackson Whittemore Friendship, Erica Reyes & Jackson Whittemore Friendship, Erica Reyes is a Little Shit, Creature Stiles Stilinski, Sassy Lydia Martin

Words: 15,545

Summary:

Professional faux mermaid Jackson is doing photo shoots in the ocean on a boat, these are the five times he gets a strange gifts that unaware where they were coming from and the one time he met his suitor, a true mermaid.

I love that writing feeling where a story starts going in a very different direction than the one you initially intended, but somehow this new direction actually achieves your desired goals way better than the original plan would have done.

A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.