Suzee | INTP | 17 | California | Timelord | Candor | Alpha | Slytherin |
sterek shippers are welcome, sterek haters can get the eff out
One of my favourite shows:
One of my least favourite shows:
Do you see my problem
[in reference to this comic ]
There’s an insistent tug on Derek’s leg. “Daddy, Daddy!”
Derek closes his book with a soft thud, looking at his daughter. Her face is streaked with tears, cheeks blotchy and red. So much for some quiet playtime for Zoey and relaxing novel-reading time for Derek. “What is it, sweetie?” he asks. “Are you alright?”
"You need to go beat up Jamie’s daddy!" Zoey insists, pointing at the sandbox where she had just been playing, where a brown-haired boy is running off. Also in tears. Derek frowns. Five minutes ago he swears he heard Zoey tell him, "Jamie is my new best friend!" because they both had monster action figures or something, and immediately decided to build a sand- city to destroy together.
The Godzilla action figure (brand-new, really, Zoey?) is lying askew in the sand, next to another monster toy that Derek presumes is the other kid’s.
"Zoey," Derek says sternly, and her lip wobbles, eyes widening, and yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing because Derek stands up from the bench reluctantly. "What happened?"
Zoey sniffles. “Jamie told me his monster is better than Godzilla because his is an,”— sniff sniff— “ALIEN”— rubs her eyes “—and destroyed way more places like Australia and San Francisco and Mexico and the Phil-ip-pines!” She stomps her foot with every ‘and’.
Derek raises an eyebrow as Zoey continues. “And he said Godzilla was not a good monster because he only attacked New York and Japan. But then I told him Godzilla was better because he has tons of movies, and that if he didn’t let Godzilla be the monster leader then my daddy would beat up his daddy.”
Derek feels a headache coming on. He rubs his temple briefly and takes Zoey’s hand. “Okay, sweetie, obviously we’re going to have a talk with Jamie and his dad, but it sounds like you were both mean to each other, and I can’t promise you I’m going to beat anyone up…”
Derek trails off, because he recognizes the man walking behind the little boy, both wearing matching plaid shirts. The guy is attractive, lean and pale, with flyaway hair and black rimmed glasses, and he catches Derek’s eye, waving jauntily at Derek.
I’ve seen at least one episode of classic who
I started Doctor Who on the 9th Doctor
I started Doctor Who on the 10th Doctor
I started Doctor Who on the 11th Doctor
I started Doctor Who on a classic Doctor
I hate when people call the Doctor “Doctor Who”
I would leave behind everything I know to go traveling with the Doctor
I prefer the RTD Era
I prefer the Moffat Era
I think Martha Jones was a terrible companion
I do not ship River Song and the Eleventh Doctor
I do not ship Rose Tyler and the Tenth Doctor
The 10th Doctor is my Doctor
I do not like the episode “The Girl in the Fireplace”
I did not like the seventh season
I ship Amelia Pond and the Eleventh Doctor
I was surprised when River Song was revealed to be Amelia’s child
I believe the Tenth Doctor was horribly out of character in the 50th
The 9th Doctor is my Doctor
Donna Noble is my favorite companion
I do not like the Time Lords being alive
I loved the episode Midnight (4x08) , and it is one of my favorites
Doctor Who is my favorite show
Doctor Who is one of my favorite shows
I am only a casual watcher of Doctor Who
Eleven’s last episode was awful
The Eleventh Doctor is my Doctor
I was tagged by probably 5 people & I’m just getting to this now, sorry about that guys.
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.
So it’s possible Stiles abuses the phrase, “Marry me.” But in his defense he was still a little drunk and Derek was making him bacon. No one’s will is that strong.
"Oh my god marry me," Stiles moans as he flops down at the island in Derek’s kitchen, unabashedly sniffing the air.
His eyes are closed in olfactory bliss, so he misses the way Derek stills for a moment before quietly saying, “Okay.”
"Good," Stiles says. “‘Cause you’re a keeper, man."
Stiles has proposed to Scott, Lydia, Allison, and Kira on multiple occasions, and even Scott’s mom that one time he and Scott never talk about. Ever.
It’s a little different with the person you’re dating, but to be fair Stiles has never had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend (except for Amanda, who broke up when Stiles said they should have a June wedding after she out-trivia’d him on Bruce Willis movies and she claimed he was “too clingy” but there was no real love lost there because she would only eat olive and mushroom pizza and really, just no).
He just doesn’t think anything of it when he proposes they just file the paperwork at the courthouse as soon as his legs work again after a particularly thorough blowjob, or when he asks who Derek’s best man would be as he spreads aloe vera on Stiles’ back after spending all day outside.
"Get up," Derek says loudly, ripping off the blankets. Before Stiles has time to protest, a mug of coffee is being shoved into his hands. "We’re going to be late now, thanks to you."
Stiles inhales the smell of French Roast before he says, “You know, your words say you’re annoyed, but the coffee says you love me.”
Derek rolls his eyes. “I tolerate you. But Scott sure won’t if we’re late for his daughter’s first softball game.”
"Marry me," Stiles says suddenly, dead serious. He wants Derek not-really-angrily waking him up every morning. He wants to get annoyed when Derek cooks onions and their entire apartment smells of nothing else for the rest of the night. He wants soft kisses and quiet affection. He wants to marry Derek.
"Sure," Derek says absently, debating between two shirts.
It’s very clear Derek hadn’t taken the question seriously, but that’s fine. Stiles will readily admit he’s been the boy who cried marriage much too often to be taken seriously without some sort of grand gesture.
"Your fake proposals are getting pretty elaborate," Derek says dumbly, frozen in the doorway to their apartment with Stiles on one knee in front of him.
"Not fake," Stiles shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket. "I have a ring and everything. See?"
Derek blinks down at the ring, up at Stiles, and the quietly shuts their door.
"You’re serious?" he asks quietly.
Stiles nods. “Very. I wanna tie the knot, get hitched, start getting tax benefits for putting up with you.”
"You want me for the tax benefits?" Derek asks, a slow smile forming at the corners of his lips.
"And, you know, for some of the other stuff too. But mostly the tax breaks."
"You make a very compelling argument," Derek says solemnly. Or at least he tries to. The effect is kind of ruined by his almost shy smile. After three years together, he still looks like he’s surprised he gets something so nice. It just makes Stiles’ heart beat that much faster.
"So?" Stiles stands and slips the ring on Derek’s finger. "What do you say?"
"I know you haven’t really noticed, but the answer’s always been yes."
I know you don’t like to talk, but you gotta do it for her.
Yadriel & Maria appreciation post ✿◕‿◕✿
HE SAID MORE THAN HE DID ALL SEASON. I THOUGHT HE DIDN’T CARE. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST BEING NICE AND LETTING HIS BABY MAMA SEE THE BABY THAT HE PROBABLY DIDN’T REALLY WANT AND BARELY LOOKED AFTER BUT I WAS FUCKING WRONG. I WAS WRONG ABOUT HIM. HE’S JUST QUIET. THE DUDE IS STOIC AS FUCK AND HE FUCKING LOVES MARIA AND HE LOVES THAT BABY AND IT’S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THE WAY HE GUSHES AND TALKS TO HER LIKE MARIA ASKED HIM TO DO BECAUSE HE WANTS HER TO GROW UP SMART AND LOVED.
But also look at how cute the baby is dressed in each visit. Who did that? Daddy did. But that’s exactly the kind of visual cue that gets lost when he’s getting judged for his bald head, tattoos and stoic (thuggish?) demeanor.
Sterek AU where Derek is an uptight lawyer, just looking for some happiness and Stiles just plays music in the Subway.
"Just to see you smile"
He heard the music as he was descending into the subway late one night. It had been a rough day at the offices of Hale and Hale and he just wanted to get home. His sister was treating him like a child again, even though he was the best damn attorney they had at the firm. She was managing partner though, and she liked to hang that over his head whenever she got the chance. Because of this, just being at the office was stressful, let alone having to work overtime to finish the case they were working on. That’s why he rode the subway home tonight. He could take a car, he had one on call all the time, but he enjoyed feeling the thriving city around him, seeing the bustle of the people and the noises of this place he loved. And frankly, he needed the distraction.
So when he heard the guitar strumming from the tunnel he was entering, it caught his attention quickly. He normally didn’t move very far into the tunnels, preferring to just get on the train and off, but this time he did. This time he was drawn to the music.
The chords of Blackbird reverberated through the cavern of the subway station. During the rush hour he doubted he would have heard them, but it was almost midnight now, and he was one of twelve people waiting for the train.
He stopped quite a ways away from the person playing, and watched. He was a young man, a little younger than Derek himself, and he had shaggy brown hair. He was wearing plaid and had his boot clad feet kicked out in front of him. But what drew Derek’s attention was the man’s hands. His fingers were lithe and long and seemed like they were made for the guitar, playing it with such grace.
Then the voice started.