Just started watching Orphan Black
derek runs a monster candy shop catering to the supernatural children. somehow stiles stumbles in and he just thinks the candy names are just for novelty and Hale Monster Sweets Supplies is just a hipster candy shop. and stiles keeps coming back and derek is perplexed since he warded it against humans. like any human would simply walk by the shop thinking it was an abandoned building and he is torn between telling deaton to fix the wards and ignoring it because he thinks stiles is charming.
Do you ever get those fic comments that are very sweet but it’s obvious that the reader doesn’t understand (yet) how your brain works or what direction the fic is likely to take because they’re enthusiastic about the possibility of things you’d never write?
And it’s just like… I’m not sure how to respond to this.
One down, one to go.
SWEEEET LOOK AT HOW PRETTY IT IS!
I dragged my butt to work for my Facebook program, it started a minute ago, and no one has shown up yet.
Also, hello from on a projector
It’s just your butt. Should go fast.
I dunno, baby’s got back.
I need to get my butt into the shower so I can get ready for the 3 hours of work I couldn’t reschedule this week when I booked my holidays.
And I dun wanna.
my kingdom for a fic where undercover cop Stiles Stilinski is trolling the local gay bars looking for a serial killer and either:
A) runs into Derek, who looks a lot like the vague description they’ve compiled, and is super into Stiles (he’s here because he’s the killer’s type: white, dark-haired, twinky, kind of pretty - Lydia MADE Stiles wear lip gloss, okay) and also has a habit of kind of… smelling him? its weird. at the time Stiles totally does not find it hot, but he does feel REALLY bad when the whole police force descends upon Derek outside the club when Derek leaves with Stiles, only to find out Derek’s been out of town visiting his sister in NYC for the past two weeks.
"Uhm," Stiles says. "I’m really sorry about that? As is Beacon Hills PD, obviously, all of us, but — me especially."
Derek stares at Stiles’s face for a moment, and the shrugs his way back into his leather jacket. ”Do you ever visit gay bars in your off time?”
Stiles blinks. “Not often.” And Derek’s face falls, infinitesimally, and Stiles quickly blunders on. “I work second shift a lot! I don’t - I’m unaware of gay brunch, I guess.”
"Margot’s on Third is pretty good," Derek says, and boom, date.
(the guy they catch, later, is not as handsome as Derek, who immediately gets affronted about the whole thing)
or B) Stiles takes up a spot at the bar and ends up getting hit on by Peter, who DEFINITELY gives off serial killer vibes, big time. In fact Peter is so off-putting that Stiles actually comes around to second-guessing himself, because what kind of idiot would go home with someone this creepy?
"Get lost, Peter," someone says behind him, someone built and scruffy, damn, if that isn’t Stiles’s type wrapped up in a threadbare undershirt. Peter raises an eyebrow and exchanges a few barbs with tall dark and handsome before actually scramming.
"Thanks for the save," Stiles says, half to Handsome and half to Lydia in his ear, wondering if he needs backup. "He was…"
"My uncle’s definitely skeevy," Handsome says.
"… regular skeevy or serial killer skeevy?"
"My name’s Stiles!"
And then eventually they bone, which only gets a little awkward when Derek finds the wire taped inside of Stiles’s plaid shirt.