Scott finds out his brother’s having sex with his best friend.
ooo burn
Can this please be a thing in fandom? I need all the BigBro!Derek fanfic in the world and then some.
When he was five years old there was no one on earth Stiles hated more than Derek Hale McCall.
Because he was mean, okay, he was really, really mean, and when Scott got this injured, lost look on his face after a particularly careless jab Stiles would just bristle in righteous indignation. There had been fights. There had been screaming. On one occasion there had been a strategic placing of a tube of toothpaste. After a while it got to the point where Scott and Stiles always went to the Stilinski house after school and Derek would act like he didn’t know them as he went home on the school bus. Like he was to cool for them or something.
Greasy buttface, Stiles would think viciously.
When he was seven years old Scott had (finally, finally) lost his first baby tooth and Derek stole it and gave it to Erica Reyes. Stiles had tracked him down and shaken him by the elbows, because Derek was five foot six and Stiles couldn’t quite reach his shoulders but his fury was enough to make the older boy’s teeth clatter. Erica came to school the next day with a shiny new quarter and a shy smile on her face. Scott had woken to a new nerf gun under his pillow because, “the tooth fairy isn’t some tight ass who only gives presents if she gets a tooth in return now get dressed Scott you’re going to make us late for school.”
Scott said their parents had given Derek a soap mouth wash and a long hug that morning.
When he was eleven Stiles got banned from the library because Derek burned a volume of poems checked out under his name. He had nodded quietly as the principal had lectured him, thinking about the way Derek had shuddered as he watched the paper crumble in the flames, the words written on the cover page, “Kate and Derek, Sonnet 18” disappearing into ash.
“Why didn’t you tell them I did it?” Derek had asked when he found out.
Stiles had only shrugged. ”It looked like you had enough to deal with.”
When Stiles was sixteen he and Scott got plastered for the first time at a party that their parents would have killed them for attending if they had found out. Derek took their drunk dialing in stride and was at the house in ten minutes, silent disapproval so palpable that whatever excuses they had died on their lips.
“S’ry bro,” Scott mumbled, already looking like regretted it. ”M’not was gonna do it.”
Stiles giggled, drunk and high pitched. ”You totally did. Snort the oreg, oreg’no, thats.”
Derek looks at them in the rear view mirror, suddenly tense. ”You snorted something?”
Hiccuping, Stiles gave a shaky thumbs up, frowning comically at his hand as he tried to keep it right side up. ”Spice rack was ball’in yo. Stupid Greenburg tho.”
“Cayenne,” slurred Scott in explanation.
“I don’t even want to know.”
“Course y’want ta know.” Stiles smiled at him, face smooshed against the front seat. ”Ya know, the know. Hot dude’s always in the know. In the hot dude. You know.”
Derek paused. ”You’re completely wasted,” he said quietly.
“Course I am. Cause your hot. You know, that is. Your nose.”
Scott rolled over and threw up all over the Camaro’s backseat.
When Stiles is eighteen Scott corners him in the kitchen of the McCall house and they finally have A Talk.
“Derek’s a butt,” Scott says bluntly.
“Believe me, I know, I’ve seen it,” Stiles snaps back.
Scott makes this traumatized face but keeps going. ”Look, all I’m saying is that you don’t have to let him treat you the way he does.” Before Stiles can protest Scott hurries on. ”He’s my big brother alright? He’s nice but also kind of a douchebag and he still has this thing he hasn’t gotten over from Kate. So just-” He stops, clears his throat. ”-you don’t have to put up with his shit. Call him out on it.”
“I can take care of myself Scott.”
“Yeah, but Derek can’t.”
Stiles blows a noisy sigh. ”Maybe we’re just two people who like having sex togeth-“
“Oh please just stop talking.” Stiles smirks a bit at the panic in Scott’s voice, but his amusement vanishes at his friend’s next words.
“I’ve been your best friend for eighteen years. You’re kind of an intense dude, Stiles. You don’t just do flings.”
“Well there’s a first time for everything.”
“Yeah, I’m so sure of that after an entire childhood of hearing about Lydia Martin.”
Suddenly Stiles looks tired, bringing his hand up to rub his face. ”Just drop it man, okay?” He pushes off of the counter and grabs his bag from the kitchen. ”I’ll see you at school, alright?”
Scott opens his mouth to protest, then thinks better of it. ”Sure. See you tomorrow,” he sighs.
When he is eighteen Stiles falls in love with Derek Hale McCall, but it sure as hell doesn’t look like Derek Hale McCall’s in love with him.
#I’m sad because this will never happen #I can only imagine the Doctor seeing what he’s become #And he’s heart broken #Because Loki was a lonely little boy #A clever little boy #And now he’s a lost little boy #Just like the Doctor #And they would have this epic argument over morality at the climax of their showdown #And Loki would scream something like ‘This is what I am!’ #’I am a monster Doctor!’ #And the Doctor would reply #’We’re all monsters inside Loki.’ #’That doesn’t mean that’s all we’re meant to be.’ #And then they’d cry and hug #And the Doctor would say #’I’m sorry.’#’I’m so so sorry.’
Alycia hated Teen Wolf but promised she’d marathon the season 1 DVDs with me if I made a stupid video. This is that video.
p.s. post-marathon, she is converted
Rating: M
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Chapters: 1 (of 1)
Notes: AU, I’m pretty sure. Just… Just read it, I guess. It’s M for sex but the rest of it is basically fluff.Summary: “What if you could get pregnant?”
Sterek AU where Derek is kidnapped and Stiles saves him.
#Stiles doesn’t remember leaving the hospital and #driving to his place in a trance#straight to his father’s office to put on the security code #he is not supposed to know on the safe box #to get the gun kept there #or how he makes sure the gun is clean and loaded #before hitting the road again to the Argents #all he remembers is the weight of the loaded gun in his injured hand #as he raises it against the humans that hurt his family #and he knows he’ll do anything to get Derek back #no matter the consequences
Has this been written yet? If not, I feel like I need to write it.
over all the millennia, only you have ever loved me, thor. only you have ever looked at me with affection in place of condescension. why, then, am i killing you, and not the others?
because you stopped.
/Loki is sentenced to death, and Thor makes the execution himself/
They knew this was the best way,
Loki wanted his end to come by Thor’s hands.
And Thor was too selfish to let Loki’s death be not his.
Fingers tightened around his brother’s pale neck. Over countless times he had his hands clasp around it. Early with the rising sun, sometimes after feasts and meals, then at midnight tangled cozy on the bed. Even before his supposed to be- coronation from the past.
But those were never like this, never to really hit the purpose he was determined to do now.
He fixed his thumbs over Loki’s throat. Loki swallowed a shuddering gasp. Thor pressed in, fingers twitching when he felt the pulse beating underneath, the living proof of his brother.
Thor choked on his own sobs, air suddenly too heavy for his lungs. As his fingers sank more deeper, he could hear those helpless sounds that his brother managed to make out. Thor murmured soothing chants between his bitten lips.
“Yes- I know, I know Shhh- it’ll be alright brother,
I’m here, I’m here- I love you, I love you-
ILoveyousomuchLoki-…”
