but think about it… what if life was really like a game and you could restart at your last checkpoint. what if you make a mistake, what if something happens and you have to decide if it’s worth it to restart a bit earlier and do it over. what if you decide against it and every one would know, because your fuck up is still there. what if they judge you, what if they think they weren’t worth it for you… what if
i hate being home at the moment:
i hate being home at the moment.
La Chenille de la carotte (1911), director unknown
This isn't even a person.
It's a spirit that's taken the shape of a human.
"Close your eyes."
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my best friend just realized 30 minutes before her curfew that she’s an hour away from home in the most dangerous part of the city alone with the buses no longer running so she calls the police to take her home i cant stop laughing
update the cop that came to pick her up is a hot 20 year old guy thats flirting with her and now im not laughing anymore
SHE FUCKING HOOKED UP WITH THE COP
Stiles’ dad was going to kill him. Literally, string him up and make an example of him.
He wasn’t supposed to have even left Scott’s place, but somehow he’d ended up in the industrial district at one of the gay bars and now it was twenty five minutes past twelve and he had to be home by one.
It takes an hour to get home from Jungle, and that’s if he kisses the speed limit all the way.
Panic rises like bile until he remembers what his father told him about breaking curfew - “If you are in danger and can’t leave somewhere to get home in time, call the department and I’ll send someone to get you.”
For the first time since he was fourteen, Stiles actively takes his fathers’ advice and calls the station, then huddles by the Jeep, having disconnected one of the battery terminals and jiggled the wire out of place far enough that Roscoe won’t start, and on a Saturday night calling for a tow is just stupid, they trucks are all too busy responding to actual accidents to deal with breakdowns.
Then the cruiser pulls up and it’s someone new and Stiles panics because oh shit the Deputies are not supposed to be that hot.
And of course the guy is picking him up from outside a gay bar.
Derek gets it. He’s the new guy. He’s gonna cop the shit runs for a few weeks until he settles in. But where he’d braced himself for talking down little old ladies who’ve lost their cats, he’d been in no way prepared for…this.
"Uh…hi," the kid says.
Only he’s not a kid at all, really. The shoulders on him can attest to that. Not that Derek’s noticing his boss’ kid’s shoulders. At all. Shit.
"You Stiles?" Derek says, like there’s gonna be any other plaid-wearing teens slouched against blue jeeps in the area.
Stiles nods, long-fingers pinching at his bottom lip in a way that makes Derek’s hands clench. “Yeah, um - you’re new.”
"Derek," Derek says, remembering a second too late that he probably shouldn’t be giving out his first name while in uniform. Particularly not to wayward sheriff’s sons outside…oh god, they’re outside a gay bar.
The ride back is awkward to say the least.
Derek tries his best to ignore the kid beside him, but it’s hard to concentrate on the road, when Stiles is twitching and moving and looking every few minutes like he wants to say something. He considers turning the radio on, just to distract from the obvious lack of conversation.
They have the opposite of a green wave and twenty minutes into their ride Derek is done. As is Stiles apparently.
"My jeep broke down," he suddenly blurts out, "I wasn’t in the Jungle - not that there is anything wrong with being there - I just wasn’t. Not that I’m not gay, because I am, I just wasn’t…"
He seems to catch himself and deflates. Slumping even deeper in the seat, he shuffles his feet around and nibbles on the edge of his shirt.
"I’ll just stop talking."
Derek startles as he responds without meaning to. He also doesn’t know why he’s telling this kid the only thing he never tells anyone. Not a kid, he reminds himself, the Sheriff’s son.
"I mean, it’s alright. I am… too."