Honestly, sterek fic prompts people. Get on it.
Sterek prompts? Shoot them my way people! Needing some motivation to write and fic ideas would be awesome
Everyone thinks that Stiles hates hospitals, because, well, he should, shouldn’t he? After all, that’s the last place his mother was alive, the last place he saw her, and it certainly was not a pleasant memory. None of it was, the walking the desolate hallways of the building for the sick and dying. He was just a child, and he had spent hours upon hours, days upon days, in the hospital, hoping, praying that his mother would survive, and then, finally, saying goodbye to her as she took her last breath.
But, the thing is, Stiles doesn’t hate hospitals, he doesn’t resent the hospitals, isn’t scared of hospitals. He doesn’t because, that was the last place he ever saw his mother alive, it was the last place he ever held her hand. It was her last place. It’s where so many of his memories of her are. When she was well enough to sit up, they would play cards together, she would let him eat her dessert, they would snuggle as they watched T.V and his father would be sitting next to the bed, watching them with a fond smile.
Stiles does not have the typical fear of hospitals, despite every reason to do so, because he spent so many hours, days, months wandering the halls, sitting in the hard plastic seats, laying on the uncomfortable beds, playing in the courtyards traipsing towards the cafeteria… He has spent so much time in the hospital that it had become much of a second home.
Because, after his mother died in the hospital, he himself spent an awful lot of time there, being the accident prone child he was. Broken arms, sprained ankles, the flu, his ADD, all different reasons for him to be in the sterile building that aimed to heal, to help, not to hinder and kill.
Stiles knew no one would understand, because, that was not the normal outlook people have on hospitals. But, Stiles had never claimed to be normal, and the hospital was familiar and safe and home and memories and Stiles couldn’t hate the place that tried to help his mother.
And so, Stiles wouldn’t correct people when they assumed he hated hospitals, because it was just easier to let them think they knew, when in fact, they didn’t. He also would not correct people in their assumption, when it meant Derek Hale sat next to him, eyes dark and sad, holding his hand, whispering comforting words into his ear as he was treated for a severe concussion after a fight with a rogue hunter who couldn’t differentiate between supernatural and human.
Stiles only added to the memories as Derek’s thumb traced his bottom lip gently, before pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth, and a whispered promise of forever in his ear.
Title by Panic At The Disco
You know when you’re drowning you don’t actually inhale until right before you blackout. It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much your freaking out the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you wont open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. But then you do finally let it in that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore, It’s actually kind of peaceful… It’s like it’s a panic attack.
Guys, I just realised, that none of the people in the pool scene had been photographed by Matt, so why was the Kanima there? Surely he should’ve been on the lacrosse field, where Gerard was watching?
So why was the Kanima at the pool attacking Stiles and Derek?
(was Gerard ultimately controlling the Kanima all along?)
(does that mean that the translation of that word mean both master and friend?)
Idk guys, just rambles.
Trying to decide between reading a massively long, brilliant sterek fic, that I have yet to come across, or, if I want to read A Discovery of Witches.
I want like, an established Sterek relationship fic, where, they are like, maybe mid to late twenties, maybe even early thirties, and they have taken in foster kids.
IE Scott, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Isaac and Lydia, just a group of like, random orphans or whatever, and are raising them as their own. (Scott meets Allison at school or something.. Keep that bit the same) With lots of pack-daddy/momma feels and domesticness and Isaaccccccccccc! you know what I mean?
Someone do this for me?