teen wolf rewatch | 3.10 ' the overlooked'
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teen wolf rewatch | 3.10 ' the overlooked'
It’s been about a week of driving on the road, and Stiles gets to his place and drops his things off. The rest of his stuff will be delivered in about another week.
Stiles stands in the stillness of his tiny apartment and closes his eyes, takes in the quiet, a quiet he hasn’t heard and felt in a long time, when his phone dings.
Stiles opens his eyes, sees it’s text from Scott asking if he made it by the time he said he would. Stiles answered he made it, and then shuts his phone down, and proceeds to lay down on all the blankets he brought with him - his bed won’t be there for a few more days, at least - and sleep.
It’s night when he wakes up, and the street lights are shining into his apartment where he lay in the almost bare living room. Stiles turns on his phone, and this time his heart skips a beat - and Stiles doesn’t quite know why - when he sees the text he’d been expecting from Derek:
Have you made it? Do you want to meet up?
It was sent an hour ago. Stiles replies back, saying he did and he would, but since it’s night time, they could meet tomorrow?
But Derek replies back a few minutes later that he wouldn’t might meeting up that night. It’s only 7PM, and so Stiles agrees and they agree to meet at a coffee shop a few blocks from where Stiles lives - Derek has been living in D.C. for a few months now, and ever since Stiles told Derek where he would be living, Derek made a point to get to know the area around it. Stiles found that oddly sweet, but he would never tell Derek that.
Stiles’ heart is beating wildly as he leaves, locking his door behind him. He hasn’t seen Derek in over a year now. They’ve talked over the year, actually they’d talked quite a lot in the past few months, especially, but Stiles hadn’t been face to face with Derek in well over a year.
Stiles feels and equal measure of excitement and nerves. He feels almost jumpy as he heads down the stairs in his apartment building, and then out into the warm summer night D.C. air.
He texts Derek that he’s on his way, and Derek texts back that he’s already there, waiting outside.
Stiles gulps and licks his lips, and walks faster, pocketing his phone.
Stiles is away from the only home he’s known for 18 years. But he feels oddly free. He misses Scott, his dad, everyone like crazy, but he also feels less...heavy. Less like he was drowning. Stiles still looked around him surreptitiously, not able to shake off the habit from almost two and a half years of danger and destruction happening to and around him, but the air is quiet, people barely spare him a glance.
It feels wonderful.
Stiles is able to breathe.
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed.
When he rounds the corner to the coffee shop, he freezes, his inhale sharp when he sees Derek standing outside, and then it feels like his heart trips over itself when Derek hears him and turns towards him, and they lock eyes.
Derek looks good. He looks as relaxed as Stiles felt. Derek was still in the tight jeans that Stiles remembered him wearing all the time (and damn, they always made Stiles stare a little longer than he should have) but his shirt looked soft and comfortable, and it was a light purple color that made Derek look absolutely...amazing.
And he wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket. He wasn’t standing with his arms over his chest. They were at his sides, just hanging, relaxed. He also wasn’t scowling. He was grinning. At Stiles.
And Stiles found himself grinning back. He let out a shocked laugh, and then he was walking fast toward Derek, who started walking toward him too.
Stiles sped up the last ten or so feet, and then Stiles was practically jumping into Derek’s awaiting arms, and Derek gave a small “oof” as if Stiles, fragile human that he was, was able to knock the breath out of Derek.
“Sorry,” Stiles murmured.
But he felt Derek shake his head and wrap Stiles up firmly in his arms, and Stiles breathed out softly, tightening his arms around Derek’s shoulders and resting his cheek against Derek’s.
“I missed you,” Stiles whispered, surprised he let that slip out. But he did nothing to take the words back.
“I missed you, too,” Derek said, and Stiles shivered. He and Derek had mostly texted over the past year, and the last time they had talked on the phone had been months ago. Stiles had missed his soft, beautiful voice. It was like honey to Stiles’ ears.
Two and a half years. That’s how long Stiles had basically lived in hell.
But now....now, Stiles was getting out of it. With Derek, who actually picked Stiles up enough that Stiles was then on his tippy toes, somehow bringing Stiles closer in his arms, and Stiles huffed out a laugh.
“Derek-”
“Shh, just enjoy it,” Derek murmured.
“Can’t imagine the Derek I knew saying that,” Stiles whispered. Even at the end, before Derek left, when he was in such a good place, he hadn’t quite been like this. So happy. So relaxed. So ready to hug someone. And hug them closely, for that matter.
“Yeah, well...some time away helps,” Derek murmured, and Stiles felt his heart beating faster when he felt Derek brush his lips lightly against Stiles’ neck.
“Good thing I’m getting some time away, then,” Stiles murmured. And then after a long moment, “with you,” Stiles said.
He felt Derek inhale sharply, and then the arms around him tighten. But it didn’t feel restrictive. It felt amazingly comforting. Stiles felt warm, safe. Relaxed. And maybe even a little bit happy.
“I’m glad you’re getting time away, too. With me.”
Stiles smiled, buried his smile against Derek’s shoulder, and then decided to hold on to Derek just a little longer.
He didn’t feel the need to be anywhere else.
It’s the season 6A finale, and Stiles is found, he’s remembered, he gets his hugs in with his friends and his dad, and one of the last scenes is this: Stiles goes to his dad and tells him he’s graduating early, that he was done after the first semester of senior year anyway, and had only stayed to be with his friends until the last possible minute, but...after all this, after being taken and forgotten, it was the last straw, and it’s just too much for him.
He needs to get away now. So he does, and he tells his dad that he’ll be at Berkley on the first day in September. But he has to get away for awhile, get some peace from all the insane shit he’s been through the past two years.
So the last scene is Stiles in his jeep, filled with suitcases, when his phone goes off. He answers it with a big, goofy smile - a smile we haven’t seen on Stiles’ face in a very long time.
And he says “hey, Derek.”
A pause, and then, “yeah, I’m on my way...I’ll be there.”
Another pause and then, “I’ve missed you, too.”
Another smile, this time soft and heart-eyed, and then he says bye, and hangs up, and the music swells as the camera pans away from the car, and the last shot is the jeep driving past the “Now Leaving Beacon Hills” sign.
Fade to black.
2016 Selfies of your local arab ace
tagged by @solemnmoony @warengrey @officerstilinskihale @haletostilinski
Unfortunately there wasn’t as many selfies compared to last year, but in contrast, a lot has happened this year in more ways than one. Here’s to hoping for better things~
i would tag but literally everyone I actively know have all done it or already been tagged (late to the game as usual me). So anyone want a tag or just to do it then go ahead~
Let’s have a good 2017 everyone
@warengrey - best organization
Screenshot promo for Madi who won The Laurent of Vere Award for best organization in my tumblr awards. Not only does Madi have an amazingly organized tag page, and tags her posts well, she’s also my bae, so I can say with certainty that Madi is amazing and everyone should check out her blog because it’s just spectacular <333 :D
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Every Damen/Laurent Moment in Prince’s Gambit Part 2
The Captive Prince Moments: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
The Prince’s Gambit Moments: PART ONE
On the third attempt, the whole grille came away from the window. It was surprisingly heavy. He placed it carefully on the floor. The thick carpet muffled any sound, as it had done when he had moved the chest.
‘After you,’ he said to Laurent, who was staring at him. Laurent almost looked as though he was going to speak, but then he just nodded, pulled himself through the window and dropped soundlessly into the alley behind the brothel. (p. 73)
Oh, Laurent, you are definitely turned on by watching Damen do this. He was also probably going to ask ‘how’d you do that?’ or ‘wtf how are u so strong it’s so hot?’ but had to stop himself ;).
Then Laurent rose and made his way around the table, sitting himself beside Damen, close as a lover.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Verisimilitude,’ said Laurent. The earring winked at him. ‘I’m glad I brought you along. I wasn’t expecting to have to tear things out of walls. Do you visit brothels often?’
‘No,’ said Damen.
‘Not brothels. Camp followers?’ said Laurent. And then: ‘Slaves.’ And then, after the satisfaction of a pause: ‘Akielos, the garden of delights. So you enjoy slavery in others. Just not in yourself.’
Damen shifted on the long bench, and regarded him.
‘Don’t strain yourself,’ said Laurent.
‘You talk more,’ said Damen, ‘when you’re uncomfortable.’ (p. 76).
I love how they’re both so on the nose here with each other. They’re both right, and they both know each other better then they probably want the other one to.
Damen knows what Laurent is doing, but that doesn’t mean that what Laurent says isn’t true, and Damen knows it. Laurent makes a good point, which is what I love about this - they both challenge each other and help each other to want to change, and Laurent is hitting it on the nose here, which I’m sure Damen realizes.
There was almost nothing of pet and master about it at all, except that Damen felt, just for an instant, the warmth of Laurent’s breath against his fingertips.
Verisimilitude, thought Damen. His gaze dropped to Laurent’s lips. (p. 80).
Small, quick moment, but mmmkay Damen, cool cool cool, alright alright alright, just casually gazing at Laurent’s lips, no biggy, or the pointing out that you felt Laurent’s breath against your fingertips. Nah, it’s nothing. Not like you’re remotely attracted to him or anything. Nahhh.
Laurent was so close that it would be easy to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and draw him closer. He remembered the feel of Laurent’s hair, his skin, and fought the urge to press against Laurent’s lips with the pads of his fingers.
It was the earring. Laurent was always so austere. The earring reframed him. It gave the appearance of a sensual side, sophisticated and subtle. (p. 80)
Damn this whole passage is so sensual, like Damen you are so attracted to this man it is so obvious how do u not see it. Well, he probs sees it but knows nothing can come it (that’s what you u think, Damen) and also he still isn’t quite all lovey dovey feelings for Laurent yet. But as we can see above, he’s definitely getting there.
And you remember the feel of his hair, Damen, really? (I’m currently forgetting when Damen ever touched Laurent’s hair, except for maybe when he’s ‘tending to’ Laurent, maybe?) And his skin? This is not stuff you think about someone you aren’t remotely attracted to, it’s just not.
And also ‘it was the earring’ lol nice try at an excuse there Damen, but I see u ;) Damen’s not smitten yet, still has a ways to go, but we’re in the middle of the change from pure loathing to love (from both of them). There’s like no question there is attraction now. It is quite clear.
He had some sense that his plans had been overturned, that Laurent knew exactly what he was doing. The touch resembled the first brush of lips in the kind of sensual kiss that begins as a series of smaller kisses, and then, slowly, deepens. Damen felt his breathing change. (p. 81)
warengrey replied to your post:"I don't like this thing therefore you shouldn't...
IM SCREAMING ONLY 100 PAGES??? THEN OFC THEYRE GONNA THINK ITS ABUSIVE. THATS THE WHOLE GOD DAMN POINT OF THE FIRST BOOK. CS PACAT EVEN SAYS YOU NEED TO HATE LAURENT AT THE BEGINNING OH LORD IM OUT. IM OUUUUT
Yep, the whole post is pointing out what’s wrong with the first book, all the bad things the characters do, even Damen, and I was just like??? The last person to post even said they didn’t go on to read the next two books I’m like???
OF COURSE it seems like it won’t get any better in the first book, OF COURSE you’re gonna be like ‘how the fuck do they become a romantic couple? how fuck am I going to come to love Laurent?’, OF COURSE because that is the whole point! This isn’t a story that starts out horrible and stays horrible. They don’t even know that Damen goes on to want to end slavery, that when he is “given” a slave in the third book he refuses. They don’t even know that not only does Damen help Laurent, Laurent helps Damen, and they unknowingly get the other to see things differently and to understand things differently.
All they’re seeing is the horrible events of the first book and judging the rest of the story off that and it is so frustrating! I’m not going to listen to what you have to say if you don’t even know the whole story. It just makes them come off as ridiculous and uniformed, which they are, because the didn’t read the rest of the books.