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[12daysofsterek]

Braced For Impact of Something Inevitable

Author: superhappygenki Type of Work: fic Title: Braced For Impact of Something Inevitable Rating: G Word Count: 1131 Warnings: None Summary: Stiles’ book is upside-down. It’s not the only thing that rights itself. Link: Read on AO3

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Pretend you're a pirate! Would you rather have a peg leg or scurvy?

I looked up the symptoms of scurvy and I have like all of them, so I guess I’ll go with scurvy.

make me choose

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

superhappygenki replied to your post “The way people romanticize Death Eaters is also really creepy. Like, I...”

Put anyone in a costume and they are suddenly dehumanized. (Look at everything behind "Cosplay is not consent!") That makes it a lot easier for these people to romanticize what is suddenly an abstract rather than concrete. Literally some of the logic behind the KKK wearing hoods. It hides their identity, but even when they're unmasked it gives the illusion of that not being the REAL them.

I mean, I completely understand appreciating villains and morally grey characters to a point. When you start romanticizing people who carried out a genocide for god’s sake then I think it’s taking it way too far. There are genocides going on right now and it’s disgusting for someone to ship the perpetrators of one, despite being both of which being fictional, with other people, some of whose families were victims of the genocide. And yeah a lot of this is coming from the fact that I’m Jewish but a lot of it is also just trying to be sensitive to things, y’know?

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superhappygenki replied to your post “Jane the Virgin”

Yes~ Hate Michael with me. I nearly stopped watching this season with those first few eps because I just do not care about him at all.

I already stopped watching the show, and a big reason is because of Michael and how the show loved him so much and never really made him face any consequences for his actions and always ALWAYS made him look like the good guy to Jane and Rafael like the horrible one, and then they had Jane and Michael end up together, which??? They suck together, imo. I kept waiting for Michael to leave because he honestly had nO reason to stick around! He and Jane were bROKEN UP! But he kept hanging around like an asshole and Jane was all starry eyed over him showing up at her house all the time like that wasn’t just a lil’ bit stalkerish?? Like it was fucking over between them, but then he heard Jane and Rafael broke up and he was all “OHH my time to SHINE. I’m the nice guy, so i DESERVE Jane” and all this shit and Jane is so blind when it comes to him? Real love isn’t ignoring someone’s faults, jeesh.

and yeah, rant over, but honestly. I hate Michael ugh ://

[septemberpoems]

superhappygenki replied to your post “here’s to hoping I get to sleep with some cough syrup in my system”

I feel for you! I was coughing for like 2 months solid. The only thing that worked was prescription hydrocodone cough syrup. T_T

oh, that sucks :/ I hope you’re feeling better now!! I got some from my roommate so apparently I didn’t cough at all last night. I’m still kinda feverish and tired tho.

[literaryoblivion]

Prompt: Jack comparing Bitty sharpening skates vs sharpening knives and being inexplicably turned on by one and kind of scared by the other.

“You know, honey,” Bitty says to Jack before pulling out a whet stone.

“Huh?” Jack says, pretending to read something on his iPad at the kitchen table, but watching Bitty out of the corner of his eye.

“I noticed something,” Bitty says, turning to pull his good knives out of the cupboard. Jack can already feel his heart beat picking up.

“What’s that?” Jack asks, cautious, wondering if he should make an excuse he has to go to the rink for a meeting just so he can avoid this conversation. He thinks he knows what Bitty’s getting at, and he doesn’t want to deal with it. But 1. he can’t lie to Bitty because 2. he’d know it and know that no such meeting would exist because 3. he tells Bitty everything and Bitty’s the one that reminds him about meetings.

Bitty though doesn’t say anything, but he slowly starts running one of the knives a long the whet stone, and Jack can’t help the shudder and wince as he hears it and watches as Bitty keeps up the rhythm.

Jack wants to get up and leave, but he can’t, so he continues to watch in horror as Bitty keeps sharpening his knife. He clears his throat. “What is it that you noticed?”

“Oh, well just that you seem to be awful afraid of one thing but not something else that’s incredibly similar.”

Jack furrows his brow, confused. “What do you mean?” His eyes haven’t left the stone and knife though, even though he can feel Bitty staring at him.

“This right here, Jack. You are staring at this knife like any moment I’m going to slit your throat with it, but just last week I sharpened your skating blades and you... well we...” Bitty clears his throat, and Jack finally breaks his gaze from the knife to look at Bitty and see him blushing furiously.

God it’s adorable. And also yes... he may have interrupted Bitty’s sharpening (safely okay!) to um have his way with him.

“It’s practically the same thing, Jack! I don’t understand the different reactions.” Jack shrugs. Bitty continues voice soft as he puts down the knife, “You know I would never hurt you.” He looks like he’s on the edge of tears and Jack sighs and gets up and wraps his arms around Bitty.

“Bits, I know that. I do. I can’t... it’s not a conscious reaction. I can’t help it. I see the knives and it makes me think horror movies and I get scared. It has nothing to do with you, I promise.” He can feel Bitty nod his head against his chest and he squeezes him tighter. “And the other thing... I just... I don’t know it meant a lot to me that you would sharpen my skates and they’re so important and something bad could happen if they weren’t in good condition, and it just... it’s almost like... like I’m putting my life in your hands sort of? And I want that and I trust you and it makes me really happy that you do that for me, that I have you.”

It’s probably the most he’s ever said at one time, but he had to make Bitty understand the difference and why he reacts the way he does. He looks down at Bitty who’s definitely crying now, staring up at him.

“Good Lord, Jack, I never thought about it that way... and I... I love you so much.” Bitty says before he wraps his arms around Jack’s neck to pull him down in a kiss.

“I love you, too. Come on,”Jack says, pulling him out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. “I’ll just buy you new knives every time they go dull.”

Bitty laughs and rolls his eyes and tells him that’s ridiculous but he follows Jack down the hall and in to bed anyway.

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Merry Christmas, superhappygenki!

I hope you enjoy this little drabble :) Merry Christmas

“Daddy!” Claudia called from the ice rink, waving to Derek in the bleachers. She was smiling, even as she started to waver on her skates.

“Careful, munchkin,” Stiles stated as he held her hand tighter to balance her. He was skating backwards, smiling some when he looked over at Derek.

“Why doesn’t daddy skate with us?” Claudia asked as she looked down at her skates, watching the blades easily cut through the ice’s surface.

“Daddy doesn’t do well on ice,” Stiles explained. “He’s better on solid ground.”

“He’d be good with skates,” Claudia attempted to defend Derek.

“Nope,” Stiles replied with a smirk. “He looks like Bambi,” he announced as they passed by the rink’s edge, gliding by Derek.

“I heard that,” Derek grumbled as he turned his attention towards their son sitting in his lap.

Samuel was only a year old, and the Sheriff had warned Stiles not to take him on the ice on threat of parent endangerment—the Sheriff had become more protective of Claudia and Sammy than anyone. While Claudia had displayed early signs of werewolf traits, Sammy had yet to show any—if he was to be a werewolf at all. Stiles was concerned, convinced that he somehow messed up Sammy’s life by being human. Derek told Stiles that was a ridiculous assumption, and if Sammy wasn’t a werewolf, there was nothing wrong with that.

Besides, Sammy gave Derek an excuse to not attempt going on the ice. Derek refused to go on the ice since his last run in with the rink—the Sourwolf-On-Ice Incident, as Stiles likes to call it. It ended with Derek practically wolfed out from embarrassment. It was worth it all that night when Stiles showered him in attention, fond words and gentle kisses healing Derek’s ego.

“I’m not bad on ice,” Derek argued, announcing it more in general than to anyone as he observed the way Sammy shoved his chubby hand into his mouth.

Sammy looked a lot like Stiles—especially when making gurgling and cooing noises whenever he didn’t have a pacifier or baby bottle in his mouth. His eyes were big and round and stared at Derek as if he was the most intriguing thing he’s ever seen. His moles were speckled across his cheeks, cascading down his neck. His eyes were the starburst of Hale green—something accredited to Cora for taking on surrogacy for them.

Sammy made a loud noise as he wildly gestured towards the ground of growing people, causing Derek to turn and look. There was a small vendor selling hot chocolate where Sammy was pointing and making up gibberish at.

“I think you wouldn’t sleep for a year if you had one, buddy,” Derek calmly commented. He couldn’t help but smile when Sammy made what sounded like a disgruntled noise of disagreement—Stiles called it Sammy’s velociraptor call. “You can’t be up all night tonight. Santa will be scared away.”

Sammy gave Derek an incredulous look, his eyebrows scrunching together in what looked to be judgment.

“Wow,” Derek whispered to himself. “I guess we Hales do have judgmental eyebrows,” he commented. He never saw what Stiles meant about his eyebrows having a personality of their own until he saw some of the facial expressions Claudia and Sammy could make. ‘Eyebrow game’ is what Stiles had called it, and apparently ‘the game is strong with our children.’

“I love Dad Derek,” Erica’s voice announced as she plopped down next to Derek. “You’re seriously more mellow. I like it,” she smirked as she wiggled her fingers at Sammy, making him grasp at her brightly painted, Christmas-themed nails.

“Funny,” Derek stated. “You’re late,” he offered instead.

“I’m pregnant, I’m allowed to be late,” Erica answered.

“Where’s Boyd?” Derek asked, noticing that he wasn’t joining them. He caught sight of Isaac and Scott moving out onto the ice, followed by Scott immediately face planting to which an amused and slightly worried Isaac helped him up.

“My hubby is being a dear and getting me hot chocolate,” Erica beamed as she made grabby hands for Sammy. “You could go stand in line for Stiles and Claudia. I’m convinced those little animals are going to tear the line apart if they run out.”

A faint smile pulled at his lips as he offered Sammy up to Erica, moving to stand. “I thought you were supposed to like children now that you have your own on the way.”

“Oh, I love Sammy and Claudia, and I absolutely am perfectly 100% loving my own child,” Erica started as she situated Sammy to sit in her lap, avoiding her protruding stomach. “But other people’s kids are a completely different story.”

Derek nodded, having to agree with her. He loved kids—when they weren’t being nightmares. Claudia and Sammy had their moments, but Stiles and Derek had a system that worked. They were able to maintain any tantrums or nightmare scenarios that arose from either child. It didn’t mean that Derek could handle just how rambunctious some people’s children get in public.

Derek kept his thoughts to himself as he avoided more than one kid running around aimlessly without a parent in sight. He waved to Boyd when he got in line, already a considerable amount of people separating them. He smiled when the baby clinging to its mother’s shoulders in front of him made a goofy smile at him. Derek could handle babies.

Derek was yanked from his thoughts when two arms wrapped around his waist, a familiar chin resting against his shoulder as cold lips pressed a kiss against the skin just behind his ear.

“Cold?” Derek asked without turning to see that it was Stiles.

“It’s freezing out there,” Stiles answered. “Claudia wanted to show Uncle Scott how to skate like Auntie Lydia,” he explained. “And then Scott proceeded to fall on his butt, dragging Isaac with him.”

Derek snorted, being able to picture it even though he missed seeing it. “I figured I’d get in line for you.”

Stiles hummed in approval as he snuck his hands into Derek’s jacket. “My hero,” he mumbled.

“Stiles,” Derek partially complained when his icy fingertips caressed his bare stomach, Stiles’ fingers having wiggled their way through his jacket and under his shirt.

“I’m cold,” Stiles whined. “And as my husband, you have to keep me warm.”

“I don’t remember that in my vows,” Derek deadpanned.

“They were in mine and I know you remember,” Stiles answered. “Besides, tonight’s going to knock your socks off when the kiddos go to bed.”

“We’re in a line filled with children, Stiles,” Derek cautiously warned him, not wanting any of the parents to suddenly cause a scene. The world was better than it had been a few years ago, but there were still close minded people—people who have threatened both Stiles and Derek before for being together in public. Derek never paid them any attention—until they directed their venom at Stiles; he especially became more protective after Claudia was born.

“You’re my husband, it’s the eve of your birthday and Christmas, I am allowed to be sickeningly adorable with you if I want to be,” Stiles answered, placing another kiss to Derek’s skin. He slipped his hands out from under Derek’s clothes, wrapping an arm around Derek’s waist as he moved to stand by him. He smiled when Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles’ shoulders, a complete and perfect fit together—Stiles prided himself in being able to fit perfectly under Derek’s arm.

Derek felt a small tumbling in his stomach when he thought about how he could have possibly gotten used to this feeling of joy and happiness. Everything seemed so bleak and pointless since the fire. Everything in his ashen and greyed world illuminated the minute he met Stiles, and it didn’t stop there. Stiles and their children brightened his life everyday, but he still couldn’t get used to it. It felt impossible, but at the same time, frightened him to think about living without it all.

“If you get Claudia a hot chocolate at this time of night, she’ll never go to bed,” Derek commented.

Stiles’ body almost went rigid with realization. “Oh my God, you’re right. Forget it, get out of line. She can have one tomorrow,” he started as he began to pull Derek out of line.

Derek couldn’t suppress the laugh that bubbled up when Stiles yanked on his jacket.

“I have plans—adult, birthday plans. Kiddos need to be sleeping. All night,” Stiles stated.

Stiles always made Derek’s birthday special. Never making him suffer the dreaded single present for one occasion. He made it about Derek, every single year. It got harder when their kids came along, but Stiles made it work. Christmas Eve night was always reserved for them. After their family outing and putting the kids to sleep, Stiles would drag Derek back to the bedroom and they would spent the time together, just the two of them. They were never exhausted on Christmas day, always smiling and cheerful for when the kids would come barreling into their room yelling about Santa—Claudia did most of the barreling, Sammy cried.

“I love you,” Derek fondly answered, placing a kiss on Stiles’ forehead.

Stiles leaned into it, smiling to himself. “I love you, too.”

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superhappygenki respondeu a sua postagem “.[[MOR] I love the fact that I’ve learned a fucking language by my...”

Regardless of typos and verb tense, you actually have a very strong sense of word order. I went to college for English and journalism and saw WAY worse there out of native speakers. You're just being amazing (it goes well with your beauty).

Awww Kimmie, this is so sweet of you and it means a lot to me. Seriously, it’s this kind of feedback that keeps me trying to do my best always <3 Also, thanks for the compliment babe, right back at you ;)