Just thought that you’d like to know; I have been accepted to Nottingham University.
That is all *breaks down uncontrollably*
You know, I was naïve when I thought that such a thing as heterophobia didn’t exist.
You’d think that heterophobes would understand the damage that judging someone for something that they can’t control causes.
…Kate Argent is crazy, partially because Gerard is a sick psychopath who lives to manipulate and destroy people, but because she is jealous and feels undervalued?
Think about it… Kate is obviously a lot younger than Chris, and it’s inferred that she’s a fair bit older than Derek at the time of the fire (six years ago), having been born in ‘83 and being 28ish in Season One, making her 22 when she massacred the Hale family. And Allison is 16/17 year old at the time of the show, so Victoria and Chris must’ve been married at least that long.
So that makes Kate 11/12ish at the time of the wedding and Allison’s birth so at that point, having been twisted by Gerard into being the perfect little hunter, she expects to become the leader in the way that supposedly, Victoria and all female hunters are. Except now Victoria’s filled that main role and that irritates Kate to no end, because it is her birthright, as Gerard’s daughter, not some random girl that her brother married.
So she has ten years of being angry at everyone because she’s been usurped and when the chance comes to kill the Hales, which would probably be seen as a mean feat with Talia’s status not just in the area, but with other werewolves, Kate thinks that she has a chance to prove herself to be a better hunter and have Gerard see her as the preferred successor/leader.
So she kills the Hales, having seduced Derek and doing that, and thinks that she’ll be respected now.
What do people think of this idea?
So, what if Derek comes back and is all “Scott please let me be your Beta, being an Omega is the worst, I promise I will follow all your orders and be a good soldier, I swear I can follow directions please let me PLEASE.”
And Scott squints at him and says “All of my orders? Like, ALL of them?”
And Derek nods furiously.
"Okay. Go get a massage."
And Derek frowns and says “what, that’s stupid, what are you talking about,” and Scott says “YOU SAID YOU WOULD FOLLOW MY ORDERS NOW GO GET A MASSAGE” and flashes his red eyes. So Derek goes and gets a massage—probably at a kiosk place in the mall, so he doesn’t have to take off his shirt, but after going he actually feels really good and energized yet relaxed, and also proud of himself for following his Alpha’s orders.
At the next pack meeting, after telling everyone what sort of perimeter patrols they’d be doing for the rest of the week, Scott asks Derek to stay behind for a minute. “I need to know which Indian restaurant in town has the most delicious Chicken Korma. I need you to go eat at all of them over the next month and decide which one is the best.”
Derek blinks. He loves Chicken Korma. He had eaten almost all of it that one time Stiles had brought some to a stakeout, a long time ago. “I—fine. I could have it done by Saturday, if you want.”
Scott shakes his head. “No, you’ll get sick of it and then you won’t be able to rank the later places accurately. Just try a new place whenever you’re in the mood for Indian, and then rank them for me.”
"Do you just care about taste, or do you want me to include levels for service and price?"
"That’s a good idea," Scott says, nodding approvingly. "Yes, include whatever you think is important."
The next week, he’s paying the check at Cafe Tandoor when he gets a text from Scott. I need your help at work tomorrow it reads.
When Derek shows up, Scott directs him to a box full of puppies. “Someone brought in these strays last night, and they have really matted fur, so I need you to brush them. I’d do it, but I have to work on cleaning out the cages.”
Derek looks down at where the puppies are whining up at him, tumbling over each other in eagerness. “I could clean the cages, if you want.” It seems more fair for him to do the grosser job.
"No, Deaton has a whole method he likes me to use, and it would take forever for me to show you where everything is and what to do. It’s faster this way."
Derek sits down on the floor and begins carding through the smallest puppy’s fur. It squeaks in delight and nuzzles against his hand.
Oh my god. Dying.