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God bless anons who send me random Tiger & Bunny questions because they always lift my spirits. This one was originally posted to Tumblr here.

Anonymous asked: Okay but what if Bunny and Blue Rose were asked to do a photoshoot to promote some high heels? And what if Kotetsu showed up? Like 99.99% chance he'd probably fawn over Bunny's legs the entire time while poor Karina dies inside...

First off, I’m pretty much always here for any kind of cross-dressing, so this is right up my alley. I think it would take Barnaby only, like, five minutes to figure out how to walk properly in heels, and then he’s just strutting around like he’s been wearing them half his life and Karina’s just like “…are you kidding me.”

Kotetsu’s probably there initially because he has to be, like they have an interview or something after and Lloyds is just like “go to the damn photo shoot and stay out of the way.” So he’s hanging out back behind the cameras and he’s bored out of his mind and he has absolutely no idea why these people want Bunny to model their shoes. Like, Blue Rose, he gets. But Bunny?

And then Barnaby strides out in front of the cameras in bright red pumps with 4-inch heels and Kotetsu almost falls out of his chair.

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Originally posted to Tumblr here.

Okay so I’ve been drinking wine all night and binge-watching The Great British Baking Show, and I remembered that I’ve been meaning to not!fic about the pack going to one of those wine and painting places.

Really, it’s just Team Human that’s going to go—Stiles, Allison, Lydia (she’s honorary Team Human), and Danny—because they’re the only ones who are going to enjoy the wine and they’re not going to be overwhelmed by the smell of acrylic paint and the loud music. But Scott makes horrible puppy dog eyes when he finds out they want to go and Erica practically begs to be included as well and that means Boyd and Isaac are going to want to go, so Derek throws up his hands and buys everybody a seat and calls it a “pack bonding exercise.”

They get there and they take up almost an entire table all by themselves, and the rest of the pack swaps the paper plate name badges around until they’re sitting in the order they want to sit in, and this means that Derek and Stiles end up sitting next to each other at the very end of the table. Stiles snarks that he’s surprised Derek wants to paint something with colors other than black and Derek snarks that Stiles is already halfway through a glass of wine the size of his head, and then the instructor gets up and starts talking and it’s time to start painting.

Stiles is, unsurprisingly, a faster painter, covering his canvas in black almost as fast as the instructor is. He’s fantastic with blending the paint together to make it like the moon fades seamlessly into the night sky.

Derek’s a lot more meticulous. He’s slower and much more concerned with getting his outlines absolutely precise. The detail he manages to get with the smaller brushes is frankly astonishing, as far as Stiles is concerned.

(Stiles also happens to hear, more than once, Derek singing quietly along to whatever song happens to be playing over the loudspeakers when the instructor isn’t talking. His personal favorite is when he hears Derek singing “Don’t Stop Me Now.”)

It’s just as noisy as Derek expected it to be, and he really doesn’t like the smell of the paint that much, but what he smells from his pack is pure happiness and joy. Scott’s got a streak of blue paint on his cheek that might have been put there deliberately. Allison is almost through her first glass of wine and is laughing at something on Lydia’s canvas. Boyd, Erica, and Isaac all seem to be collaborating on one giant painting instead of following along with what the master painting is. Danny is well into his second glass of wine and playing Pokemon Go while he’s waiting for his paint to dry, pausing occasionally to assure Jackson he’s doing a good job. Even Cora, who likes to pretend she’s too cool for this kind of stuff, is getting into it.

And Stiles is sitting right by him, the tip of his tongue peeking out of his mouth as he very carefully paints a lake monster climbing up onto the dock behind the two figures sitting at the edge, a glass of wine between them.

Honestly, it’s a better pack bonding exercise than Derek ever expected it to be.

Everybody is thrilled with their paintings when they’re done, and they’re splitting up to head home when Stiles taps Derek on the shoulder and holds out his painting.

Derek is not drunk, but he has been filtering out ridiculous levels of noise all night, so he blames that for why he sits there for a minute and finally says, “What?”

Stiles shakes the painting. “Here, big guy. I made it for you. Used lots of pretty colors and everything. That’s supposed to be us at the edge of the dock.”

“You painted us getting attacked by a lake monster,” Derek points out.

“No, we’re totally going to take it out!” Stiles argues. “Besides, you have to admit, that’s probably how a night on the lake would end for us.”

Derek snorts. Stiles isn’t wrong.

Without thinking too hard about it, he hands his painting to Stiles. “Here.”

Stiles blinks at it. “For me?”

Derek shrugs. “You should have one, too. Without the lake monster.”

Stiles breaks out into a gigantic grin that is likely at least 50% the wine he’s had and 100% guaranteed to make Derek’s heart do somersaults. “Thanks, Derek.”

“Anytime,” Derek says, and prays it’s dark enough outside that no one can see that he’s blushing.

(He hangs Stiles’s painting in his bedroom and ignores every lewd comment Erica makes about it. He feels more than vindicated when he visits Stiles’s apartment and sees the painting he drew hanging right above Stiles’s bed.)

Another not!fic from the Tumblr files, this one unprompted. Originally posted to Tumblr here.

Okay so I went to one of those wine and painting places, where you can purchase an astonishing amount of alcohol and then follow along with an instructor as they walk you step-by-step through doing a painting and they blast an ‘80s rock Pandora station when they’re not explaining the next step, so you can karaoke “Come On Eileen” while you’re getting your Bob Ross on.

(I fucking love these places, in case you couldn’t tell.)

This particular night happened to be a couple’s painting night, which is where you paint one half of a painting and your partner paints the other half.

It took all of half a glass of wine for my brain to go “FIC PROMPT.”

SO IMAGINE, if you will, that Kotetsu drags Barnaby to this painting thing for partner bonding purposes; hey, we’ll drink some wine and we’ll each paint something and it’ll be fun.

At first Barnaby is going to say no, but Kotetsu’s both earnest and kind of adorable and so he relents. It’s just for a couple of hours; it’ll be fine.

Then they get there, get settled, and ten minutes into the class (and well into their first glasses of wine) they find out that this is a couple’s painting and they’re going to have to work together to paint the entire thing.

You can guess where this is going.

A by no means complete list of the things they argue about as they’re trying to do it:

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Another not!fic from the Tumblr files. Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: Thoughts on college scydia I've been thinking about as I move in- Scott is Lydia's over friendly RA; Lydia is Scott's tutor; cheerleader and athlete except Scott is the cheerleader

Okay but I REALLY LIKE the “Scott is the RA” one, like Lydia lives on a co-ed floor and Scott and Erica are the RAs. And they do floor meetings together so everyone is all crammed in the common room, and that’s how Lydia first meets Scott.

She doesn’t pay much attention to him because it’s pretty clear he’s one of those sunshiney good boys who bored her so much in high school, and there are a lot of very attractive distractions sitting around the common room. (Lydia makes good use of those distractions the first semester.)

But maybe something happens, maybe she’s super stressed during finals week or her physics class ends up being much harder than she anticipated or what have you, and there are so many people in the dorm rooms and Lydia just wants to be alone, which is how she ends up in the common room in her pajamas, curled up on one of the couches and trying not to cry.

To her surprise, someone sets a hot mug on the coffee table in front of her.

She looks up to see Scott, giving her a crooked smile.

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So this particular not!fic is actually outside my comfort zone, but after I got the initial ask (and responded to it), I absolutely couldn't stop thinking about it and ended up not!ficcing, uh, a pretty long thing. XD Originally posted to Tumblr here.

Anonymous asked: so whats your opinion on ourobunny and dark tiger?

I’ve seen a couple of pieces of art that are A+, but it’s probably not something I’d ever read, write, or otherwise seek out for a couple of reasons:

1) In general, I’m not a fan of dark AUs. Mafia AUs, cult AUs, psychopaths in love, etc. etc…just hearing them described squicks me so bad I want to go bury myself in baking fluff. I don’t mind angst and stuff because a lot of that is about things getting better, but the point of dark AUs, usually, is that they don’t get better. That’s just not something I’m into.

2) In this specific instance, I’m pretty sure any kind of dark AU would kill 90% of the reason I enjoy these characters in the first place. XD

~Four days later~

GODDAMMIT BRAIN.

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Another not!fic from the Tumblr files. Originally posted here.

wolveshowlatnight asked: I just had a thought I thought I share for general enjoyment, what with Hoechlin being Superman and all, Sterek au where Derek and Stiles are together/getting together, Stiles is a huge Batman fan and Derek is secretly Superman and concerned about coming out to his boyfriend about it because Stiles does not seem to care about Superman at all. Okay, I said Derek’s “concerned” but what I actually meant was that he’s fretting.

OMG you have no idea how much I love this. I went on a somewhat-similar ramble on Twitter a week or so ago, but yeah, I absolutely LOVE this.

I love the idea of Stiles having no idea that Derek’s Superman, and he just keeps talking nonstop about how awesome Batman is and how cool it is that he goes up against bad guys with nothing but his suit and his guts (“And several million dollars’ worth of weapons,” Derek always grumbles).

And maybe he starts getting a little insecure? Like Stiles isn’t really that impressed by Superman but will spend hours deconstructing Batman’s fights and talking about how he’s such a great detective, and Derek gets to thinking that maybe Stiles would be happier with someone else? Not Batman, obviously (because Boyd has a Thing with the sexy Catwoman), but someone who’s maybe a little edgier than nerdy reporter Derek Hale or Superman.

So Derek makes the decision to tell Stiles who he really is, and then set him free so he can find someone who fits him better.

So. He makes dinner AND dessert, lights candles and everything, and the whole time Stiles is like “are you sure I didn’t forget an anniversary?” and Derek’s like “No, you didn’t, I just need to talk to you.”

And Stiles goes, “…what?”

And then Derek takes a deep breath, sets his glasses aside, and says, “I’m Superman.”

Stiles freezes.

Derek shakily keeps going, talks about how he got to Metropolis and such, and finally says, “And I know you aren’t…I know you don’t particularly like Superman, and so I just wanted to let you know so that…if you wanted to find someone else—”

Stiles finally flails out of his frozen state and shouts, “Wait, WHAT?”

And Derek’s like, “I know you don’t like Superman—”

And Stiles is just like “Why the hell would you think that?!”

“Because you spend all your time talking about Batman?”

And then Stiles is like “Oh my God did you make a romantic dinner to break up with me? I thought you were proposing, you stupid fucker!”

Derek’s just absolutely flabbergasted. “What, really?”

“Yes, really!” Stiles yells. “You were gonna propose, I was gonna say yes, and then we were gonna have really great lovemaking sex, and instead you’re sitting here telling me you’re Superman and trying to break up with me?”

“No!” Derek shoots to his feet because he absolutely doesn’t want to break up. “No, I mean, I am Superman, but you don’t like Superman and I just wanted to give you the chance to…to be with someone you really liked.”

And Stiles just goes “You self-sacrificing idiot, I really like you” and kisses him.

And maybe they talk a little between kisses, but also maybe they really jump straight to the really great lovemaking sex Stiles had hoped for.

And it’s nearly two in the morning when Derek remembers what Stiles said and turns over to ask, “Would you marry me?”

“Are you asking hypothetically or for real?” Stiles says.

Derek thinks for a minute, and then admits, “For real.”

“Yes, hypothetically and for real,” Stiles says, and he pulls Derek’s arm tight around him and promptly falls asleep.

Another Tumblr not!fic, because when someone comes at me and says "so let's talk royal AUs," my answer is always going to be a high-pitched shriek and some level of not!fic rambling. Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: As much as I love knight!Keith and prince!Shiro (playing on Shiro needing to always be rescued obvs), but what about prince!Keith and knight!Shiro and the prince having to do the saving because his knight is a trouble magnet?

“Hey M do you want to talk about royal AUs in any way, shape, or form?”

WHY YES, YES I DO, THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

So Keith, right? Even as a prince, I think he’s going to be stupidly well-trained as a fighter. Think Zuko only without fire. Like, hell yes Keith will be able to dual-wield swords and he will be awesome at it.

So I think he might chafe initially at having a bodyguard because he can take care of himself, thank you very much.

But here’s the thing: Shiro is just as good of a fighter as he is. Maybe even better in some respects.

Keith’s not going to lie, that’s a little bit of a turn-on. (Okay, a lot of a turn-on.)

So he gets to spar with his bodyguard and Shiro is physically imposing enough that many people who would wish harm on the prince take one look at him and decide they have somewhere else very important to be.

It certainly doesn’t help that Shiro is kind and thoughtful and encouraging and an absolute nerd with a terrible sense of humor that Keith nevertheless finds endlessly endearing.

So it’s no surprise that he starts caring for Shiro as…more. More than a bodyguard, more than a friend. Shiro becomes someone that Keith wants by his side always.

BUT THEN.

The rival kingdom attacks, and Shiro is sent to the border with the rest of the knights because they need every man they can get and he is a brilliant strategist and tactician. Keith hates watching him go and makes Shiro swear to come back to him. Shiro promises he’ll return. Keith wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t. But from the fleeting look Shiro gives him, he wonders if Shiro wants the same thing.

One month passes. Then two. It’s at the end of the third month that they finally get word: the battalion Shiro was with was captured by enemy soldiers. Everyone is presumed dead.

Keith doesn’t handle it well. Keith doesn’t handle it at all. He refuses to believe that Shiro is gone, that Shiro could ever be gone. Everybody at the castle learns very quickly not to mention that in front of the prince.

Nobody else believes him that Shiro could still be alive. Nobody else wants to help him. So Keith packs up a very few things, leaves a letter for his mother, and takes off in the dead of night to go find Shiro.

Even with his knowledge, it’s hard living on the road for weeks at a time. But Keith keeps at it, keeps traveling, keeps hidden—because no one can know the crown prince is traveling alone and heading right for enemy territory—and keeps his ears open.

Sure enough, he learns where the prisoners are being held, and sure enough, he finds them and finds Shiro. Shiro, with a new scar across his nose and a tattered knot where his right arm used to be, but it’s him and he’s alive and Keith has never been so grateful for anything in his life.

And it takes some doing, but Keith manages to free him and the rest of the prisoners and they make their way back to friendly territory. Shiro is delirious with fever and exhaustion and Keith practically has to carry him most of the way back to the castle, nursing Shiro as best he can with his rudimentary field medicine skills.

But they make it back safely, Shiro is whisked away to the healers, and Keith sits by his bed day and night and glares at anyone who tries to make him leave for any reason.

So he’s there when Shiro finally regains sense and consciousness, looks up at him with wondering eyes and whispers, “You found me.”

Keith kisses his hand. “I’ll always find you.”

Shiro gives him a small smile. “I’m supposed to be the one saving you.”

Keith breathes easier for the first time since he watched Shiro ride away. “We can trade.”

Maybe it’s not the most romantic to have their first kiss be while Shiro is still abed in the healers’ quarters, but for Keith, it’s perfect.

It’s Shiro, so it’s perfect.

Another anon request from Tumblr! Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: Au scydia Head cannon; Lydia has seizures and decides to get a seeing eye dog and WHO WOULD YOU GUESS IS THE TRAINER THAT WORKS WITH THEM Scott of course

See, one of my favorite things about Lydia is how confident she is in herself and how well she knows herself. Typically, the only time we see her really unsettled is when she doesn’t know what she’s been doing (see: the whole Peter fiasco). So I can see seizures being something that really, really anger her on multiple levels. She hates the way they take away her memory, her control, and her freedom (because every time she has a seizure, she gets her driver’s license taken away from anywhere from three to six months and it chafes every time).

And maybe it’s not until Lydia’s in college that she reads about seizure response dogs, and yes, it can take up to two years to train them, but one will give her back some measure of control in her life. And she likes the idea of having that control.

Also, the companionship of a pet would be nice. (Lydia will never admit it aloud, but she does occasionally get lonely. She couldn’t ask for a better friend and roommate than Allison, but Allison has a new girlfriend and it’s just a reminder sometimes, okay?)

So after some fairly extensive research and discussion and all that, Lydia ends up with a golden retriever named Peggy and the name of a local trainer.

She arrives for their first day of training, Peggy trotting up happily next to her, and the door opens and hoooooly shit.

Nobody told her that Dr. Scott Delgado—because he’s got a vet degree, of course he does—was hot.

He’s also kind, stupidly, sweetly kind, with a goofy smile and warm brown eyes. And at first Lydia thinks she’s safe, because she can deal with physical attraction but she’s never really been interested in sweet guys. She likes people with a little bite to them, a little bit of an asshole, because she’s all barbs herself and has no time for someone who will deflate at the first sign of conflict.

But Scott…doesn’t. He smiles and nods and lets Lydia get her way 90% of the time until it comes up to something that will adversely affect Peggy’s training, and then he does. Not. Budge. He does it all with a smile, of course, but that’s when she sees he is just as stubborn as she is.

And that could be a problem, Lydia realizes, as she watches him play with Peggy one day after training and feels her heart clench.

Because someone who is kind but stubborn, who can take it when Lydia lets her inner asshole fly but doesn’t let her walk all over him, and doesn’t look at her like she’s broken…

Lydia has never quite felt this way before. And for the first time in her life, she isn’t sure what to do about it.

(That lasts, of course, until Allison tells her to get her head out of her ass and just ask the man out. Lydia is only slightly irritated by that response, but then again, that’s the same advice she gave Allison regarding Erica, and they’re about to start picking out china patterns, so it’s probably good advice.)

(Spoiler: It is.)

Original tags: #The dog is named after Peggy Carter btw #Because I'm pretty sure Lydia would be 100% all over Agent Carter #She and Stiles eventually bond over it #Scott's just happy his best friend and his new girlfriend are getting along #and if anybody who knows more about seizure dogs/epilepsy would like to add on #please do! #I tried to research but Google was extraordinarily unhelpful

Another Tumblr not!fic, this one inspired by an ask rather than me just rambling. Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: So.... with the holidays upon us: in a Sterek Christmas Carol who would be Scrooge?

Good question, and sorry it’s taken me so long to answer.

Honestly? I think it would be Derek. With so much he’s lost, I think he could let himself just get harder and harder and put all his natural kindness behind a wall. I don’t think he would ever be a full-out Scrooge, per se, but I could see him getting to the point that he just wouldn’t let himself get into the Christmas spirit at all (in part because he doesn’t believe that he deserves nice things).

And then, over the course of one night, his mother, Laura, and Erica would come to help him get over it, help him to forgive himself and let go of the blame, and to realize that he does deserve nice things, and that enjoying things in life doesn’t mean that he’s spitting on their memories, because they want him to be happy.

The next morning, when Derek realizes it’s Christmas Day, he picks up the phone to call Stiles, who had invited him to celebrate Christmas (and Derek had rather rudely rebuffed him).

“Is the invitation still open?” Derek asks.

“Dude, always,” Stiles says. “It’s Christmas.”

“Okay,” Derek says.

Thirty minutes later, he shows up at the Stilinski house, where the rest of the pack has gathered already, and celebrates Christmas for the first time since his family died. He has more fun than he’d had in years.

And then, when they’re exchanging gifts, Stiles has one for him.

Derek just stares at it. “You didn’t even know I was coming.”

Stiles shrugs. “Call it a hunch. Or wishful thinking. Or just good ol’ Stilinski intuition.”

Derek doesn’t know what to do, because he doesn’t really have anything to give Stiles in return. So he gives him the only thing he has, something he’s wanted to give to Stiles for years, but hasn’t had the courage to.

For a split second, he worries that it was too much.

But it’s all right, because Stiles kisses him right back.

Another not!fic being imported from Tumblr! Originally posted here.

Okay so first off I love soulmate AUs in GENERAL but what I really love about soulmate AUs is thinking about the types of soulmate AUs that let you know your soulmate when you first meet, and the dawning horror some characters would have at the realization of who their soulmate is.

This particular AU crossed my dash and oh boy do I have thoughts. I have thoughts mostly because one of my OTPs has this, canonically, as the first time they touch:

I MEAN REALLY.

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(Original tags: #THEY GET IT HASHED OUT EVENTUALLY #there's just a lot of dumb pining in the meantime #when they're finally together Kotetsu likes to kiss the marks on Barnaby's palms #and Barnaby kisses the one across Kotetsu's back #Me: Self you are not allowed to write any more Tiger & Bunny fic until you finish your Sterek WIP #Brain: Not!fics do not count as fic #Me: by God you're right! #because at this point I want to see every version of a soulmate AU for Barnaby and Kotetsu #so I'm probably gonna end up writing a dozen not!fics #because otherwise I'll write a dozen soulmate fics #and nobody wants to read a dozen soulmate fics for the same pairing by the same person )

So after the cliffhanger at the end of VLD season 2—WHERE THE HELL IS SHIRO—I rambled this not!fic to a friend of mine and put it on Tumblr in 2 parts. I'll combine in the two into the post for the sake of simplicity. XD

Originally posted to Tumblr here and here.

So Keith doesn’t quite go off the deep end after they come into the Black Lion and see that Shiro is gone, but he is borderline obsessed with getting him back. The year that Shiro was missing after the Kerberos mission was one of the worst of Keith’s life, and after spending all that time thinking Shiro was dead, only to find out he was really alive…

Keith isn’t going to lose him again.

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Another not!fic from Tumblr and switching it up to Star Wars! Star Wars was really my first fandom, but it wasn't until the new sequel trilogy that I wrote for it. Well...wrote something I was willing to post publicly. >.> This not!fic was originally posted to Tumblr here.

So I’m getting ready for the day thinking about Star Wars and it occurs to me that Finn has never been kissed, never had sex, never been on a date, NOTHING, because the First Order is probably not going to be too happy about things like sexual and romantic attraction since they’re fans of uniformity and conformity.

And, you know, Finn’s in his early 20s but he was probably 3-4 when he was taken from his family, old enough to know that he was taken but too young to remember anything else but what he’s learned in the Order. Can you just imagine going through puberty in that scenario? How little teenage Finn was probably told his attractions were wrong, and he was alone in those feelings, and how he did his best to push them aside and tamp them down until they were locked up in a little box, deep inside.

(He probably tried to do the same thing with his general compassionate nature, but as we see, he was a lot less successful with that.)

So, you know, now Finn’s with the resistance, kind of unlearning some of the stuff he learned with the Order because even though he broke the programming, there’s still little bits and pieces of things that are deeply embedded that it’s going to take time for him to get rid of.

And then there’s Poe.

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Another not!fic from 2015 Tumblr, originally posted here.

Okay so I was talking to domesticated-chaos after we both saw the movie a second time (or maybe it was her third?) and while we NORMALLY Sterek AU EVERYTHING, I was like “I really see this as a Scallison thing.”

And she went “OH MY GOD” and “YES.”

So like Allison is Jupiter, right? Because WHO BETTER to get out into the cosmos and suddenly realize “holy shit I am related to a lot of FUCKING CREEPY PEOPLE who are TERRIFYINGLY OKAY with mass murder.” (I have not yet figured out WHICH OF HER VARIOUS RELATIONS WOULD BE WHO but I’m pretty sure Kate would be Balem. And I think Lydia might be Kalique. Yes, I know Lydia is not actually related to Allison in the show, but work with me here.)

Scott is Caine, because I’m thinking of the Scott who threatened to fucking murder Gerard if he was lying and it hurt people; I could see him wanting to be a soldier and end up completely changing his mission in order to protect Allison. Yes.

Derek is Stinger, because he would be the grumpy former CO who took the heat for Scott, who would take the time to explain to Allison what the everloving fuck is going on, and he is living in this big house out in the middle of fucking nowhere with his boyfriend Stiles, who is also Scott’s best friend.

And then whole betrayal storyline kind of tripped me up, because this is DEREK we’re talking about; he doesn’t betray people, unwavering loyalty is one of his things. But Eris and I were talking and realized that Derek probably *would*, but only if Stiles was the one being threatened/saved.

Because, come on. “I did it to save the life of the man I love, who is also your best friend”? Scott would understand that. Hell, Scott would have done the same thing.

Also I just totally want the jail scene like “Any unpaid debts I need to know about?” “Nope.” “Okay he’s good to go.” between Scott and Derek. That would make me laugh SO HARD.

But yes, basically I just want Allison discovering she is a secret space princess and then flying throughout the universe becoming the badass warrior queen she is. And maybe whacking Kate with a pole a few times, because that would be cathartic.

Then she returns to Earth with her new knowledge and maturity and mad skills and a winged space werewolf boyfriend and a pair of kickass gravity-defying roller skates. And maybe once a week they drive out to the middle of BFE to have dinner with Derek and Stiles and Scott and Derek punch the shit out of each other in the front yard (“it’s TRAINING”) while Stiles and Allison drink tea on the porch and roll their eyes fondly.

Another not!fic from ye olde Tumblr days (posted in July 2015, so yeah, it's older XD), originally posted here.

OKAY SO I keep seeing this gifset (either thanks to Tumblr or Twitter) and you know what? NO. IT HURTS. IT MUST BE FIXED.

Because while I love the idea of that character arc with those two, I also don’t even remotely trust the show to do it any kind of justice. (I honestly think they haven’t even REALIZED they’ve put it in there.)

SO LET US TALK OF A FUTURE STORY, because I don’t think this is something that would be dealt with until after Stiles was a little older and (somewhat) more mature, perhaps only after he himself has kids.

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Once again, this is a post from Tumblr I'm archiving. The original post and inspiration photo—which is amazing, let me tell you—can be found here.

…I do not want the fic idea that just popped up in my head, wherein the sheriff and Melissa both volunteer to chaperone prom. (Scott and Stiles have the same reaction, which is a Darth-Vader-worthy “NOOOOOOOO,” but Melissa calmly points out that with their track record, it would probably be a good idea to have two additional people around who can contend with a supernatural threat. The boys grudgingly admit the logic in this.)

And the sheriff is thinking it might be kind of nice if they, you know, made an actual date of it. So, you know, he finally screws up the courage and asks Melissa, “Hey, do you want to go to prom with me?”

And he realizes what he said at the same time she does and they both can’t help but laugh about it, because prom for them was originally mumblesomething years ago. But then Melissa says, “Sure, it sounds like fun!” And the sheriff says, “I’m getting you a corsage.” And she goes, “Oh, it is ON.”

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