I’m fine, I’m fine.
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Summary: When Steve gets invited to a party thrown by some old friends, reader finds sanctuary in the bathroom
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: implied social anxiety and one (1) curse word
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The bathroom floor tile is cool against your check, its matte finish seems to hold the January breeze. It keeps you here, almost cradled in its quiet, the feeling similar to waking up on a chilly Sunday morning, comforter cocooning you in a soft comforting warmth created from a good night’s sleep.
Above you the bathroom chandelier twinkles. After hours of your staring contest, you still haven’t landed on how expensive you think it is. It’s definitely more than your outfit, that much is clear. The thought seems to churn your stomach for the hundredth time this night, but like each time before, you refused to throw up in the fancy shower.
God, it was just so clear to you that you didn’t belong here.
Bohemian Rhapsody. Double Speed.
if you can listen to this entire thing with a straight face i will give you a cookie
I S*** MYSELF LAUGHING 0.2 SECONDS IN OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER
at first i was like challenge accepted but then Galileo happened
JESSU CHIRTS
I WAS OKAY UNTIL GALILEO—
This was my third time listening to it and I STILL can’t do it.
OH MY GOD I DIED!!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂
@britpop-bowie @in3ffable-husbands LISTEN!!! 😂😂😂😂
Do yourself a favor and listen
on occasion, i browse the clearance racks at overpriced hipster-y boutiques cause from time to time you can find amazing deals, but being in Rich People Places always makes me a little nervous– and today when i was picking up a layaway from one of these shops, my nerves resulted in a story the shopkeepers are probably gonna be telling for quite a while.
i’d just come from the feed store for lizard food (ie: bugs), and it was like 95F out so they were slowly being smothered to death in my backpack. so when the clerk, who i’d overheard was only on her second day working there, gave me my fancy sundress in a bag way too big for it, i pulled out two dozen crickets in a plastic bag and a tub full of mealworms from my pack and set them gently on the bag so they could breathe better till i got home.
this girl’s eyes go wide and she looks imploringly back at the equally startled-looking manager helping her through the transaction, and i realize that this might look a little weird to folks who aren’t reptile keepers. so, instead of doing the logical thing and explaining that i’m feeding leopard geckos, i sorta chuckled and shrugged apologetically, and just said “dinner, y’know?”
for the briefest of moments, there was an awkward silence so sweaty and suffocating you could drown in it, and then, in true daytime comedy fashion,
the fucking crickets started chirping.
so i guess i’m never going back there ever again.
This is gold.
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“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU
I’m sorry but that’s so Stiles running/hiding from the Sheriff and jumping into Derek’s car yelling “Drive!” and then realizing that he might not survive this, because this guy seriously looks like a serial killer.
Additionally, Derek is the new deputy at the Sheriff station and just finished his first day. And he heard enough about the Sheriff’s son in that one day, but decides to humour Stiles anyway (because that guy is hot) and scare him a bit.
A bit. I bet he just started driving towards the forest and Stiles thought that this is it, this is how he’ll die and no one will find his body.
Maybe even the old burned down house is still there. And Stiles is freaking out internally, because ‘Is this where he’ll bury my body? I shouldn’t have run from my dad. He at least wouldn’t have killed me for throwing out his secret fast food.’
(Derek probably sent a text message to the Sheriff at a red light, saying that he was kidnapped by his son and he can get him in the woods.)
omg
The sheriff shows up and somehow is not suprised that Derek is blinking, dazed, at Ranting!Stiles. It’s Stiles. The kid probably started on how pirates used to frequent the cove some miles up the coast and ended up talking about the type of moss growing on the side of the Hale House.
He *is* suprised to recognize the face Derek makes when Stiles spins suddenly, throwing both arms wide in Derek ’s direction, saying something about the old house and how it’s a metaphor, how someone really should come out and make it pretty, just like the flowers that have crept up over the ruined steps.
There is a face the Sheriff was expecting, to be honest. It’s not uncommon to find new folks wide eyed and slack jawed when confronted with an excited Stiles.
But that is not the face on his new Deputy. This is a very, very different expression, and John is glad they haven’t noticed him yet.
Because the sheriff knows that look, knows how it feels to press the edges of his own mouth together to stop the smile, knows how it feels when his lids slip down just the tiniest amount, trying to cover the softness in his eyes. He knows that tilt to the head, the unconscious way Derek keep shifting his body, blading himself, letting Stiles become his North.
It’s been years since Claudia was taken from him, but John remembers the first time she smiled, and he aches.
But oh, watching Derek watch his son, the minute twitches in his fingers every time Stiles gets close, the light flush across his cheekbones? It’s an entirely new ache.
If he’s honest with himself, John had always worried about how alone Stiles ended up. Worried that no one bothered to look at his son, really look at him.
And well. Derek is looking now. From the way Derek ’s eyes track Stiles’ smallest gestures, John thinks Derek won’t be looking away any time soon.
So John smiles. Derek is a good kid, for all he’s been through. Loyal, intelligent. Maybe too intense, but so is Stiles.
Yeah, John thinks. It’ll be nice to be a family of three again.
This is so good and I’m just melting.
