mimi's sterek side piece

hi! i'm mimi. this is my sterek side blog. side blogs are great for keeping content organized, who even knew! main: competitioneddie

[spinelessloserbitch]

a quick q&a nobody asked for but all the cool kids are doing:

q: who are you.

a: mimi.

q: *eyeroll* okay but mimi who.

a: your european time zone bestie.

q: still not sure who mimi is.

a: i’m 32. sagittarius if you’re into that idk. any pronouns are fine. i’m a researcher and aspiring librarian. yes it’s redundant. yes my mom must have taken a lot of acetaminophen when she was pregnant. yes this is my Official Diagnosis™.

q: are you new here or.

a: i suffered through the original run of teen wolf and the sterek baiting era and the fandom frenzy at the time so nothing can hurt me anymore.

q: do you ever do anything other than yapping.

a: yes i have just come out of a 12 year long hiatus, I’m on ao3 and also in this here tag.

q: why are you a spineless loser bitch though.

a: idk i got a hate comment and i thought it was funny enough to frame it. this is the next best thing.

[daniels-gillies]

derek’s reactions when stiles touch him

[queer-stilinski]

Stiles wants to get married in a church, as a matter of fact, he wants to get married in the exact same chapel that his mom and dad got married in.

Derek wants to get married on the cleared out grounds of where his family’s home once stood. he hates the idea of his family (whether dead or alive) not being able to witness a huge milestone for him.

normally, Derek would give Stiles whatever he wanted with little to no arguments or fussing, but for once, he just wants this.

Stiles loves that for most of their relationship, Derek has always caved in and gave Stiles whatever he wanted. so he’s a little baffled when Derek fights back on this… which is how he ends up standing in front of Derek late one night with a powerpoint on why they should get married in a chapel.

“think of how cool it’ll be when we stomp the glass and everyone carries us in our chairs” Stiles points out. his little laser dancing over the uploaded image of his mom and dad stomping out a clothed covered piece of glass.

“i don’t mind the glass part, babe.. i do mind the chairs..” Derek says, shaking his head

“it’s a jewish tradition!”

“you’re not even devout!” Derek counters

they then bicker when Derek suggests that a platform can be built in the woods, “and we can stomp as much glass as your heart desires.”

“it’s not the same,” Stiles damn near pouts.

they hash it out for what feels like hours; both making their own points and reasonings behind them. neither of them wanting to leave anything or anyone out (yes, even Peter is invited). neither of them coming up with a compromise or solution before calling it a night.

despite feeling emotionally depleted and somewhat defeated, Stiles still kisses Derek against his forehead, promising that they’ll figure it out before they head off to bed. (Stiles has his longstanding rule to never go to bed angry — obviously learned from his parents).

—

the whole next day, Stiles and Derek are still going over it.

Stiles presenting Derek his coffee, turning on his “sexy voice” promising things to Derek they both know Stiles will forget to keep in exchange for the chapel wedding.

Derek smirks, kissing Stiles gently, coffee breath and all, saying, “i’ll think about it..” even tho Derek knows he’ll be standing his ground over their forest wedding.

they both wish this was easier; that either of them would be pleased with simply heading to the courthouse with one or two witnesses and calling it a day. but they’re both so much more romantic and stubborn than they’d like to admit and have been dreaming of their fairytale wedding since forever.

Stiles pesters Derek all day through texts, sending pinterest boards of classic chapel weddings, bombarding his fiancée with aesthetically pleasing images… and a random james brown impersonator.

Derek sends Cora and Peter to Stiles in hopes they can convince him. Cora lays down the puppy eyes while Peter guilt trips Stiles by going over Hale family history, regardless of its relevance to the wedding.

both Stiles and Derek come home from work, ready to start back up again what was unfinished from last night.

“using your baby sister was a cheap trick, Derek Hale, and you know it! i didn’t even know she could cry on command like that - so unfair!”

“your dad sent me a whole folder of their wedding photos.. one.. by.. one; because your dad still doesn’t know he can send multiple photos at once! do you know how crazy it looked having my phone go off fifty times during a meeting?!”

they go back and forth, Stiles bring back the powerpoint as Derek argues why they should marry in the woods. they go back and forth until they’re both slumped on the couch, sitting in silence as they stare at each other with exhausted expressions.

“fuck it, we’ll have two weddings,” Derek blurts

“what?”

Derek nods, sitting closer to Stiles to take his hand. “we can have the chapel wedding with all the traditions you want — no james brown impersonators! then we’ll have a second wedding in the woods, just us.”

“really?” Stiles asks, his eyes beginning to mist as he reaches to cup Derek’s cheek.

“i really have a hard time saying no to you,” Derek admits, “but i didn’t want to leave my family out either. this is the easiest compromise.”

“you love me, you really love me,” Stiles smiles.

“i do.”

—

both weddings are beautiful. multiple tears are shed from various eyes of the party. there’s no james brown impersonator but Erica gives it her best shot (after fighting the band leader for the microphone).

—

on their honeymoon, Derek approaches Stiles as he lays against the sands of the beach, Derek kissing across his husband’s sun-soaked skin.

Stiles smiled where he rested on his towel, feeling the tickles of Derek’s stubble against his back.

“couldn’t imagine a better view, Mr Hale,” Derek says softly just before kissing across Stiles’ neck.

Stiles giggles at first, basking in the soft lips pressed against his neck and shoulders. then his eyes shoot open with realization.

“Mr Hale?”

“yeah,” Derek chuckles, “we’re married now, remember? officially spouses.”

“Der, you’re taking my last name,” Stiles states matter of fact

“i don’t remember agreeing to that,”

“and i don’t remember saying i’d take your last name either,” Stiles quips

“so who’s taking who’s last name?” Derek asked

… they have a wonderful honeymoon.. aside from the two days they bickered over who’s name would be claimed.

[spinelessloserbitch]

yes AND/OR.

institutionally mediated weddings are pretty much a human and westernised concept. let them have a traditionally wolf wedding, whatever that looks like to you. they wouldn't even have to argue, stiles wants his chapel wedding he can have it, to derek a wedding doesn't even look like a gathering, idk. it's a private affair between a werewolf, their mate and their alpha(s). and maybe the emissaries at most. not even family is allowed. they spend a whole week in the woods in wolf form *before* the actual ceremony, and the emissaries attest to their bonding werk afterwards. get crazy with it, it's a werewolf world out there!

[cosmictreks]

i like to think there’s some missing context where chris had a sick feeling about the way his little sister talks about high school boys but thinks nothing of it (because she’s a woman, and the abuse he’s experienced was all in the hands of men, and he thinks of it as a statistical improbability that she would do anything drastic) until he finds out about derek.

and then he has to grapple with the memories of kate, his little sister, coming home late or sneaking out of the house with messy hair and hickeys and an excited look and him congratulating her—which now disgusts him, thinking back—on having a normal life with a normal fling. and he thinks for a moment that their line of work hasn’t broken her spirit.

and every time he looks at derek now he is nauseous. because he imagines how young he was and how old kate was and how ballistic he would go if something like that happened to his daughter. but he can’t stop mourning the little sister he thought he had, what could have been.

and i like to think derek eventually pulls him aside and tells him to cut it out cause he stinks of guilt, and allows chris to confess all memories of his sister that are now stained with context. and they both say it wasn’t each other’s fault, but they don’t entirely believe one another.

[spinelessloserbitch]

my kind of soup

[spinelessloserbitch]

so today i did the therapy thing where you look at yourself in the mirror and say nice things and anyway i just know derek would hate it

[nifrequerne]

I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

[everyoneinspaceisgay]

I hope they’re having a nice life

[ts-virgil-angst]

we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

[sensiblereblogifposts]

Reblog if that unfinished fic haunts you to this day

[spinelessloserbitch]

oh you mean that unfinished fic from 2015 i dug out of the depths of my hard drive two summers ago? yeah it consumes me alright but i swear i can quit whenever i want, lemme just write one more scene

[daisybeats]

Okay here is a premise for a teen wolf movie fix it. I don't know if it's worth reading so let me know if y'all would read a fic of this.

The voicemail plays for the hundredth time before Stiles can stop himself. “Hey, it’s me. Just checking in. Call me back, okay?” He shouldn’t still have it - that last message Derek left before Beacon Hills went to hell and took him with it. But he can’t delete it. He tried once, six months after the funeral, and the sound of his own sobs broke him. Now, three years later, he still keeps Derek’s number saved in his phone. He never calls it - not anymore - but sometimes he opens their old text thread, scrolling up through messages about groceries and pack meetings and stupid memes Stiles sent that Derek pretended not to find funny. Sometimes Stiles swears he can feel him. Like Derek’s still out there, just beyond reach, waiting for him to stop running from the memories. That’s when the dreams start. At first, it’s small things - a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, the smell of smoke and pine, the feeling of a calloused hand brushing against his. Then he sees Derek - standing in his kitchen, bathed in moonlight, looking so heartbreakingly alive. When Stiles wakes, he’s always crying. He tells himself it’s just his subconscious - grief, trauma, all that therapy jargon he’s tried to internalize. But the dreams don’t stop. They get clearer, sharper, and when Derek whispers “Come home,” Stiles finally books a flight.

[daisybeats]

Posting this story tomorrow!

[sparassiss]

au after stiles graduates high school. he leaves town and rarely hears from derek except on his birthday. his number changes occasionally but stiles still knows it's from derek. all the wolf says is "happy birthday" and stiles is just grateful someone remembered. sometimes scott doesn't even remember these days. stiles wishes he was a kid again, where his mother would throw him a birthday party and make him feel special. he just wants to feel special again. so these little texts from derek, however infrequent they are, mean everything to him.

the year of stiles' 21st birthday, he doesn't get a text from derek. he figures derek has finally forgotten about him, or didn't care enough anymore. it had to end sometime, stiles figures. it was good while it lasted.

a week goes by of stiles trying not to feel let down and depressed, trying to push all thoughts of derek and his high school friends from his mind. his heart jumps, though, when he's driving down the road and his phone buzzes in his pocket. it's probably just his dad. who else—

"help," the text says. stiles knows who it is immediately. it's one of the numbers he has saved for derek in his phone; he didn't know it was still active. "derek??" stiles texts back. then his phone rings immediately, and he stops everything he's doing, swerves onto the side of the road, tires screeching, as he fumbles and hurries to pick it up.

the voice on the other end is familiar, and pained, and stiles' heart is in his throat. but it's derek. he's okay, he's alive, for now, and stiles knows right then that he'll do anything in his power to bring him home safely. if only to get another birthday text from him next year. if that's all it is, if that's all it can be, it's enough. it's derek.

[spinelessloserbitch]

setting up camp here

[melioristicbeast]

Just a lad and his wolf(man)

For @renmackree: some full shift!Derek cuddles ♡

Sketched over pictures of people with wolves bc i have never drawn one before - the things you do for friends ♥

[spinelessloserbitch]

thinking about how they thought they were so clever using a song about being touch starved and willing to lose everything in exchange for some tenderness as the soundtrack for Derek finally trusting someone with his heart while we had to just. sit there and watch the pack going through hell knowing full well what jennifer was doing.

[timetosuitup]

If sterek was in a romcom they would be the fun weird side characters who bickered and didn’t like each other and were total opposites for basically the whole movie but during the big final scene they would have some weird vulnerable eye contact while the main people had their big moment and then suddenly you see them making out sloppy style in a corner to total eclipse of the heart with waaay too much intensity and tongue and groping and you would look at them going at it and kind of laugh but also say awwww yessss they belong together

[spinelessloserbitch]

they'd also be the losers you find yourself rooting for a thousand times harder than the main characters despite them being the most unlikely couple ever. anyway thanks for sterekifying new girl in this essay i will

[fic-dumpster]

[brighterthanicanfathom]

lol which one?

[wintersongstress]

wilf (wip i’d like to finish)

[sparassiss]

15.Recommend any fic of your choice. ❤️‍🔥

I don’t need my name back by spinelessloserbitch (theyjusthowl)

oh my god i read this the other day when it was posted and cried so much. the author made me care about stydia which has never been known to happen for me. the progression of stiles suffering alone in beacon hills while he wonders where derek is, while he camps out in derek's empty loft and (spoilers under the cut)

fucks someone who looks like derek IN DEREK'S BED and then derek finally comes back WITH A CHILD and he's all soft and happy and smiling. and stiles can't even remember what derek's voice sounds like anymore because he kept calling and derek didn't have his voice recorded in the voicemail so stiles forgot. and he missed him so much and was jealous that he got out of beacon hills but at the same time he understood. like oh my god this fic was incredible. it was so melancholy and i could feel what stiles felt through the screen.

@spinelessloserbitch ily

also everyone should read the sterek stoner AU by ahhhnorealnames allowed

fic rec ask game

[spinelessloserbitch]

this is the stuff of dreams y'all out of all the wonderful magnificent works of fiction out there someone picks my silly little thing what whoa oh mannnnnn i want to pin this

[hotgirlstiles]

genuinely no other ship hits like sterek does 🚬 .. obsessive little freak with attachment issues stiles paired with traumatized yet possessive guard dog derek .. 🚬 🚬 and these r all canon 🚬🚬🚬🚬

[melioristicbeast]

Happy weekend and a very merry

Pink Undies Sunday

The original over-the-shoulder kiss drawing inspired by S3 before I just did a straight-up screepshot redraw instead ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Still liked the sketch for this so i cleaned it up a bit for you guys ♡

[the origins of Pink Undies Sunday | 2020 summary post of Pink Undies Sunday art | my Pink Undies Sunday entries]

[mindofmim]

Devil Stiles, why not

Also, why is hair so hard, especially around horns.