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This scene from IDOL performance by SAJA BOYS clicked something in my brain and I wanted to make a version with my favorite demon boi...
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put void!stiles and void!bob in a room with me and I'll turn those 2 ethereal beings into my little creatures I keep in jars
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welcome back to 2012 with the PolyTimeMachineŠ
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Blood In The Water
Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
Beg me for mercy - admit you were toxic.
Now I am the violence, I am the sickness.
Wonât accept your silence - beg me for forgiveness.
Weâll never get free, lamb to the slaughter.
What you gon do when thereâs Blood In The Water?
Summary:
Being Stiles's best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He's not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you.
And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he'll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles.
He wants your pain. He wants your tears.
Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).
Word Count: 11,700
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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: as it says above - this is pure angst, hurt NO COMFORT, please heed that warning, if this is not something you are into, please leave now; this is set during Season 3, but not during any particular episode; I guess I need to put warnings for demon possession and identity theft (even though for the entirety of the fic, the reader does know that Stiles is not himself on the basis of knowing him so well, and she is talking to Void ernestly); this fic is about Void and the Reader interacting and discussing the relationship and feelings between Stiles and the Reader; the reader and Stiles have had mutual romantic feelings for each other for a long time but never acted on them, and at the point when the fic begins, their relationship is described as long-term best friends; the reader uses she/her pronouns and is mentioned to wear a dress and high heels to the winter formal dance; the reader's race, hair colour, size or looks in general are not described in any way (Void does call the reader 'little' but it is meant to be emotionally condescending, rather than a description of her size); this fic DOES use Y/N (proudly so); mentions of Stiles not eating/being starved because Void refuses to participate in 'human pleasures' (and he considers food to be one of those); Void is a demon who is fed by pain and he enjoys the Reader's fear, sadness, embarrassment, emotional pain, and other negative emotions, and he can feel those emotions in the air as she experiences them, so he is encouraged to do and say things that prompt negative reactions from her; Void calls the reader 'sweet thing' and 'darling' and 'little girl'; passing mention of Stiles watching porn (but the general tone of this fic is not sexual); Void compares the reader to Stiles's 'mommy' (because she is the only one who has ever given him soft, 'maternal' comfort and understanding) - but it's not a Mommy kink thing (or maybe it is for Stiles, you don't know that); mentions of eating diary and meat being 'cruel' (but I am not a vegan, it's just Void commenting on the way humans do things); the reader considers cutting herself with a knife to 'feed' Void her physical pain (but Void wants emotional pain instead); Void asks the reader to relive a painful memory by telling him about it, therefore feeding him with her emotional pain; Void threatens the reader with physical harm and even murder (to make her more fearful, and to taunt Stiles, who is forced to witness all of this); there is flashbacks to the winter formal episode in S1; mentions of the reader being jealous because Stiles took Lydia to the dance (and the reader hates the jealousy it evokes in her because she doesn't want to pit herself against Lydia and she wants to be happy for Stiles); mentions of Lydia being attacked by Peter Hale (as is canon); mentions of alcohol - the reader takes one sip of alcohol but does not get drunk during the fic; mentions of drunk driving (the reader drives after that sip of alcohol and questions if this 'counts' as drunk driving, and other people are accused of driving drunk, but in this fic, drunk driving is not actually the cause of any accidents); Stiles gets into a life-threatening car accident - mentions of blood and grievous bodily injury; mentions of Stiles needing surgery due to the car accident; mentions of blood; graphic descriptions of a character being stabbed. I believe that's it?
A/N: I have a lot to say here, so strap in. First of all, you're probably wondering why you're seeing this now. That is because I have been going through a very bad patch of mental illness (fuelled by multiple things, including the state of my physical illness) and when that happens to me, I become like a big spinning top of agitation and bad energy. And I feel the need to work on a project to avoid bad practices like self harm. And after a lot of whirling around and only working on certain projects for a few minutes at a time, I was cleaning out my files just to keep my mind occupied, and I came across the pictures I had saved to make the moodboard for this fic and I was like 'I can't delete those yet because I wanna use those to make the fic cover'. So I decided to make the fic cover, and it spiralled into me editing the whole fic just to keep my agitated upset mind busy and focused on something other than the fact that I am upset. So - good for you guys. You get a new fic. As for the actual content of this fic - I wanted to mark it as both Void x Reader and Stiles x Reader, but I figured that wouldn't make sense to most people. Because this is about Stiles and the Reader having mutual crushes on each other for a long time, and Void enjoying the embarrassment of taunting them about it, as well as the pain that comes from their pining and the potential of hurting the other and forcing them to watch. And Void does take a kind of 'liking' to the Reader, but because he's a demon, it's not necessarily romantic? Idk. I just have a lot of fun writing demon characters as complete bastards (I will never get people who write characters like Void, Anti, Dark as secret softies - like please, write a villain as a villain. It's more fun that way). So please - enjoy my take on this awful bastard. I had a lot of fun writing it. (Also I would like to note that I wrote this before I saw the end of 3A so I thought the 'crashing the Jeep' thing was a totally organic idea on my part lmao.)
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âStiles hasnât eaten in days.âÂ
You stated it very matter-of-factly, rather than asking if he had eaten or theorizing about it. It was something that you knew concretely.Â
Usually, Stiles was someone who was very passionate about food. He complained about missing lunch and hated being rushed to eat rather than getting to enjoy his food if you were nagging him about being late and had somewhere to be.Â
The only time you had ever seen him miss meals was when he got particularly sucked into his reading and researching. And usually, when his concentration finally broke, he would whine about his stomach hurting and only remember why when the smell of curly fries came under his nose because you had put the bag in front of him.Â
But even in that case, he had never missed more than a single meal.Â
You had never seen him go days without touching a single bit of food - without so much as mentioning something greasy he was craving or talking about a destination take-out spot that the two of you needed to go to on the weekend.Â
You had to guess that it was around the time that He had taken control. Or at least, around about when He had stopped caring to pretend to be human. When He had stopped putting up a front.Â
âObservant little thing, arenât you?â He titled his head in that way that was so distinctly un-Stiles, giving you a small smirk as his words penetrated you with that utterly mocking tone.Â
It was strange, staring at the face of your long-time best friend and referring to him in the third person. Starting to think about him as though he wasnât even there when you were staring right at him. Though it had only been a few days, you had long since given up the hope that you were talking to Stiles. You knew that this was someone else - something else entirely.Â
You were still clinging onto the hope that you could get Stiles through this and he wouldnât be entirely damaged beyond recognition on the other side.Â
Hence, why you were trying to feed him now.Â
It had been at least four days since you had seen him take a single bite of food, and you had been carefully observing him the entire time. So you had arrived at his place today with an armful of Stilesâs favorite foods. You felt lucky to catch him alone while the others were out chasing leads - or perhaps, unlucky. Perhaps he would have eaten in front of them just to prove that he was still himself. But you were hoping to tempt him with the smell, at the very least.Â
Surely, he had to be hungry?Â
Laid out on the table in front of you was a variety of things - all kinds of things you knew would have had Stiles gorging himself in minutes. A disgustingly large and greasy double cheeseburger with curly fries and a strawberry milkshake, an extra large supreme meat loverâs pizza, an entire pack of Honey Buns, and a grocery store birthday cake - chocolate with vanilla icing. All of which elicited oddly painful memories for you, now that your best friend was being held hostage by a thousand year old demon.Â
Everything from movie nights where the two of you would share a pizza and argue about what kind of toppings to get, to the times that the two of you would buy a birthday cake like this and eat it in his Jeep with no such occasion for it - just because you wanted to celebrate life and didnât want to need a reason for such a treat. Nights when balancing it between your laps and eating with plastic forks was all the joy in the world that you needed.Â
Nights before your life became so hellishly complicated.Â
âLet me guess⌠youâre trying to tempt me?â He posed, moving his finger across the icing of the birthday cake, and then looking at the white glob on his finger with intense disgust before moving to wipe it off on a napkin.Â
Of course, he wouldnât even consider eating that small amount. He was taunting you. He knew that at this current moment, it was your greatest desire to see your friend eat - to know that even though you were entirely powerless against such a complicated and mysterious demonic force, you could do this one small thing in your power to take care of him.Â
You couldnât save Stiles, but you wanted to care for him - just for a moment. You wanted to make a difference - even if it was as small as a grain of sand in an hour-glass. You thought it would help.Â
âEven you have to eat, donât you?â You returned with a question. âYou canât risk your host dying, right?âÂ
It was something you had wondered.Â
You hadnât seen him drinking water either, and you didnât think that he had slept at all. As far as you knew, he hadnât attended to any of Stilesâs human needs. But according to the sallow, almost gray nature of his skin and the dark bags under his eyes - he wasnât exactly in perfect health right now. So perhaps he did run the risk of actually killing Stiles altogether because he didnât know how to take care of a human host.Â
Void smirked as he felt that flash of fear - the utter terror that overcame you at the thought of Stiles dying from neglect.Â
âNeed I remind you, sweet thing?âÂ
He started, the nickname causing a shiver of creepiness down your skin, like the feeling of walking into a spiderweb.Â
âI donât eat the same deep-fried, fat filled crap that he does.â He looked across the table with disdain coating his features once again. âI feed upon the suffering of others.âÂ
These words caused a wicked chill down your spine.Â
It was something that Scott had warned you of, but you hadnât actually considered what it truly meant.Â
âSo by depriving Stiles of his worldly pleasures - his music, his laughter, his pornography - which he watches far too much of, by the way.â Void let out a devious chuckle at this, and you didnât even have time to think about the implications of this before he continued. âAnd especially by depriving him of food and sleep, I get to feed off his precious suffering.âÂ
It was a terrible paradox. Void thrived while Stiles withered.Â
âAnd as of late, I have been so deliciously full.âÂ
A lump formed in your throat - if you knew any words apt for this situation, you wouldnât have been able to get them out anyway. Voidâs smirk grew wider. Indulging in your suffering, in your fear for your best friend, your horror at these realizations - Void continued.Â
âBut - among all those things, you know what he misses most of all?âÂ
He posed, talking slowly, his voice calculated, mocking you with another head tilt. It was as though he was looking down upon you even though he was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table and you were standing across from him on the other side of the room.Â
You choked on a miserable syllable - no words came out. Part of you wanted to know the answer very badly, and part of you wanted him to shut up. You simply shook your head in reply.Â
âHe misses you.âÂ
Void whispered these words as though it was a precious secret. And then - he let out a grand cackle of a laugh, bordering on a howl as he continued to mock you.Â
Your insides shook, and you became foggy with confusion - how did Stiles miss you more than he missed food or water or sleep? How did he âmiss youâ so much when you were standing right here in front of him? Did the presence of this horrid being keep Stiles from seeing you or hearing you? Was he trapped so terribly inside his own body?Â
Was this like a coma for him? Would he not remember any of this when it was over?
You could only hope that was the case.Â
âHe begs and pleads every time I wonât let him touch you.â Void grinned, letting out another laugh - clearly pleased by the idea of Stilesâs misery. âHe is so damn desperate to hold you. Itâs hilarious, really. Especially because - at the same time, heâs terrified of what Iâll do if I get too close.âÂ
These words put a terrible knot in your stomach.Â
You could only imagine how terrible it was for Stiles - he was a naturally touchy person, and now, someone else was controlling his body, keeping him from participating in the physical affection that he craved. Threatening to put his loved ones in danger if he did get the love that he desperately craved.Â
You didnât want to know what Void would do if you walked across the room to hug Stiles. But at the same time, it made you yearn to hold him, to squeeze him tight, to give him the comfort he was clearly so badly in need of. Especially now that you knew his consciousness was still in there, alert and alive, fighting to get out.Â
âHeâs so pathetic.â Void remarked softly. âHe misses his Mommy, and⌠well, youâre the only one who ever treated him like a Mommy would. Isnât that right?âÂ
This sentiment confused you entirely.Â
You stared at him, gape-jawed, waiting for an explanation, and luckily - he did give you one.Â
âYou held him close, and kissed his boo-boos. You⌠you were the only one who told him he was good enough when he never fucking was.âÂ
You instantly wanted to argue this point, but you were more caught up on the overarching metaphor that Void was making.Â
All of the individual points were true. You had done all of those things for Stiles. But you didnât see how that made you Stilesâs Mommy. It just made you a good friend.Â
âMy Stiles is good enough.â You argued weakly, finally finding your words. âHeâs a good person, and you canât change that about him. Heâs still in there. And heâs still going to be a good person after all this.âÂ
Void tutted his tongue, giving another mocking smirk.Â
âStill at it.â He laughed. âYouâre relentless, arenât you?âÂ
You didnât care to respond to that.Â
âBeautifully relentless.â Void sighed, sounding almost dreamy as he said this. He sounded as if he admired this quality in you.Â
Which he did. But he admired this about you for one specific reason.Â
âSee⌠thatâs what makes the fear so fucking delicous.â He continued on, explaining. âWhen someone so bright, so full of hope finally gives up. When their spirit finally breaks. It permeates the air better than the smell of a rotting corpse - and itâs so fucking beautiful.âÂ
You chose not to respond to this - baffled by his words, and slightly frightened.Â
Instead, you wondered something else.Â
âWhat happens if Stiles doesnât eat?â You asked. âYou said that youâre full, but heâs still human. Itâs still a human body. A body that youâre currently living in.âÂ
Void clapped his hands together a few times, slowly, giving you dry, sarcastic applause for your cleverness.Â
âGood question. Clever little girl.â He congratulated you, causing another wave of âickâ to roll through you at his condescending tone. âHe is my host, but currently, I rule all. I give him strength, I eliminate all his weaknesses. I turn his pathetic human form into the ultimate weapon. With me inhabiting his body, he does not need to eat, sleep, or drink. He does not need such tiny fallacies as comfort.âÂ
âAnd what happens when you leave?â You posed.Â
âIf I choose to leave.â Void smirked at you.Â
âWhen.â You ground out sharply, arguing, feeling braver the longer that you stood there and talked to him.Â
To you, he wasnât all that scary.Â
Scott had warned you that Void was clever - that he would manipulate you and try to hurt you. But thus far, you hadnât seen the route to any tricks. He seemed very straight-forward and honest. He seemed very plainly painted in his cruelty.Â
âIf I choose to leave this host and move onto another, then⌠I suppose that heâll collapse.â Void shrugged, speaking about it as if it were no more interesting to him than a fly in his peripheral. âWithout my strength keeping him alive, all the exhaustion, all the hunger, all the thirst - it will hit him, all at once. He may even die from the shock alone. His body will be too weak and fragile to handle it.âÂ
A surge of terrible anger flooded you. Perhaps it was fueled by fear, but either way, it drove you to smack your hand down onto the table, nearly smashing the birthday cake before you screamed out, finally lashing out on him.Â
âMotherfucker!â You called Void the first cruel name that came to mind, and he didnât give any indication of reaction at your throat scraping volume. âYou stupid bastard! You are gonna get out and give Stiles his body back, and when you do, youâre gonna return it in good fucking condition! You understand me?âÂ
Void simply smirked, seeming entirely amused by your outburst.Â
Of course, he wasnât scared of you - a powerless human. You had nothing to threaten him with. Even if you had the powers of a werewolf, he still wouldnât fear you.Â
âThereâs that spunk heâs always talking about.â Void said, an odd kind of fondness peeking through his voice that didnât suit him. âYou know, itâs almost⌠cute. Iâm starting to understand why he likes you so much.âÂ
You only became more pissed off at being called âcuteâ when you were so boiling angry. It was entirely aggravating - someone being so condescending toward your rage.Â
Then, it hit you that the âheâ Void spoke about had to be Stiles. Did the two of them have conversations? Why would Stiles bother to praise you to a thousand year old demon?Â
It caused more of your affection for Stiles to bubble up inside you, and you hated it.Â
âLook, darling, because I like you, Iâll make you a deal,â Void posed, giving you yet another pet name that made you feel oddly disgusted.Â
Stiles had called you plenty of friendly nicknames before - he had even called you âbabeâ jokingly, on occasion. But âdarlingâ had never spilled from his lips toward you. It was just another horrible reminder that he was so terribly not himself. That the thing wearing his face, puppeting him around was not Stiles.Â
âWhat deal?â You replied.Â
It was best to move on and start thinking of ways to take care of Stiles - ways to get him out of this mess.Â
âIâll eat something for Stiles if you do something for me in return.âÂ
You knew that he kept his wording purposefully vague. And you knew that this was likely what Scott had talked about - his intention to trick you. But Void had you right where he wanted you - desperate, fearful. He was manipulating you using emotions that he didnât have.Â
âWhat do you want from me?â You dared to ask.Â
He smirked.Â
âIâll tell you after Stiles has been fed.âÂ
You took a moment to consider it, knowing that it was likely a terrible idea to agree to anything when it came to him. But he had you backed into a corner. He knew that he could get you to do anything while holding the culpability of Stilesâs wellbeing over your head.Â
âOh no,â Void said, using an oddly soft, pained tone that varied so much from the emotionless, mocking tone he had been using before. He gripped at Stilesâs stomach, and let out a groan of pain that you knew had to be fake, as he professed before that he made Stilesâs body strong and invincible. âHeâs begging for you to help him! Youâre right, he hasnât eaten in days, and heâs really feeling it now! Itâs killing him!âÂ
He was using your empathy to manipulate you.Â
âStop it.â You protested, and it came out much weaker than you had intended - sounding much more like a plea than an order.Â
He clutched his stomach tighter, and then, he looked up at you with the saddest water eyes you had ever seen - for a moment, a single breath of a moment - you saw Stiles, your Stiles break through.Â
âPlease, Y/N.â He said, crying out your name breathlessly. âPlease, Iâm so hungry.âÂ
âFine, fine!â You cried in return, barely realizing how close to tears you were, seeing Stiles beaten down, weak, begging for you to help him. âFine, youâve got a deal!âÂ
In a moment of weakness, rushing to help Stiles, you reached out your hand to shake on it, signifying your promise - and in an instant, Voidâs face shifted from that soft, vulnerable boy you knew back to that horrible demon, glaring at you as he reached out and grabbed your hand. You knew that many stories cautioned against making a deal with the devil, and you supposed that making a deal with Nogistune was just as bad.Â
But it was done now. All you could do was hope that Stiles would benefit from this.Â
A short while later, he had scoffed down a very large piece of cake and was halfway done with the cheeseburger, with you intently watching the whole time to make sure that there were no tricks involved on his part. You thought that the meal would mostly be silent, but he finally spoke up again, looking a bit less intimidating with some remnants of the meal smeared across his face.Â
âYou know, one thing I can credit humans forâŚâ He said, swallowing before he picked up one of the fries. âTheir talent for cruelty. Grinding up an animal, frying it in its own melted fat and then covering it in the stolen milk meant to suckle its babes - that is something I can admire.âÂ
âIâm sure vegans would love you.â You mumbled quietly, to yourself, not entirely sure if he could hear you.Â
âYou should join me.â He remarked after another bite - motioning toward the table full of food. âItâs more polite than standing over me like a statue, gawking at me the whole time.âÂ
You knew that with him holding Stiles hostage, you were in no position to refuse him. So you played right into his demands, pulling out the chair across from him without a word and flipping open the pizza box to grab a slice. You began eating in silence, and naturally - Void continued speaking.Â
âThis is almost like one of those little dates that you used to have with him, isnât it?â He spoke quietly, mocking you once again. âAt least, thatâs what Stiles called them. Dates. He was deluded enough to believe that if he didnât speak it aloud, his affection for you would simply be known.âÂ
This punched you in the gut, and you bit your tongue as you took your first bite of pizza. You sputtered with shock and Void continued to look amused. You never thought it was true. Scott always said that Stiles had feelings for you, and Lydia said so too - but you thought they were just theorizing.Â
You had never, ever thought that your best friend and long time crush - the person you were in love with - would ever feel the same way about you.Â
And you had to find out from a fucking demon.Â
You remained silent, busying your mouth with eating as you tried to process the shocking news.Â
âBut we both really know what it was, huh? He was so pathetic⌠he didnât want to be rejected by you, so he never even asked. He was never brave enough. Always so pitiful, and small. Your boy is just a coward.âÂ
Again, you didnât say anything. Not playing into his game - unaware of the fact that he could feel your annoyance in the air. He didnât need you to voice your emotions in order to gain satisfaction from mocking Stiles in your presence.Â
So of course, he kept on going.Â
âBut not as pathetic as he is right now. Sweet and pathetic, begging for your life. Begging for me to spare you. Itâs almost like a song. He keeps on telling me to stay away from you as if he has any power over this.âÂ
âJust shut up and eat.â You told him, sharp and even.Â
He nodded and continued, seemingly content with the deal you had made - for now.Â
And he finished the burger and fries, and two of the Honey Buns before scrunched up the wrapper on the last one, and then wiped his face with an utterly contented smile. Then he said:Â
âNow, time for what I want.âÂ
You wiped off your face and hands with a napkin, done with your pizza - not having much of an appetite anyway with the situation at hand. There was a flash of worry in your mind. Wondering if he might ask you to kill someone for his benefit because they wouldnât be expecting it to come from you. Or perhaps he might even ask for something sexual -Â
He let out a bright chuckle - almost as if reading your mind and highly amused by your thoughts.Â
âNo, no. Donât worry, darling. Nothing like that.â He told you. âI feed off of suffering. Precious pain. Anxiety, heartache, fear. Now itâs time for me to eat.âÂ
You thought he might say something like that. And you had come prepared with that in mind - prepared to give up anything to get Stiles back.Â
You reached into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out a small pocket knife. It was one that Scott had given you shortly after you found out that he had become a werewolf. He had never wanted to hurt you, so - it was silver plated steel, and he had Stiles burn Wolfsbane smoke over the blade to poison it - just in case you ever needed a weapon against one of his kind. It would be useless against Void, and the Wolfsbane wouldnât poison a human like you.Â
But the blade was more than sharp enough to cut you. It would hurt you. It would provide the pain that Void desired.Â
You shoved your sleeve up to your elbow and poised the blade at your skin, but Void reached out, stopping you.Â
For a heart-stopping moment, you thought that somehow, Stiles had regained control.Â
But when your eyes flickered up to his face, you saw nothing but Voidâs dark amusement lingering in those eyes. This left you confused as he took the knife from your limp grip.Â
âAs amusing as that would be, sweet thing, itâs rather⌠boring.â He declared tiredly. âI had something else in mind.âÂ
Your throat dried up, and you didnât even realize that you were trembling as you stared him down with terrible, anxious anticipation, waiting to see what he had in store for you.Â
Void licked his lips, practically lapping up the delicious, sweet taste of your fear.Â
He pocketed the knife and walked around the table toward you. You resisted the urge to get up and run away as he bracketed so close to your side, leaning on the table and tucking his face close to your cheek. Being this close to him, as close as you had been to Stiles since he had been taken hostage - you could almost be tricked by the faint smell of the familiar body wash coming off his skin, by the warmth that you knew to be so human.Â
But this wasnât Stiles. A thought that only made it all feel so much worse.Â
It caused you to hold back tears.Â
âNo, no, darling.â He whispered against your cheek, causing your throat to clench up again. âIf I wanted your pain, I could have it. I could take it.âÂ
Fuck. What had you gotten yourself into?Â
You held back a fearful whimper, and Void joyfully continued.Â
âI could smack you, punch you, make you bleed.âÂ
He went on - the confidence of his words causing your trembling to become more apparent as your heart pounded in your chest. You considered running, but that would mean abandoning Stiles. You came here to check on him - to fight for him. You couldnât chicken out now.Â
âI could take your pathetic little knife and stab you, over and over again while Stiles screams and begs for mercy. I do love it when he begs for your life - heâs so much more desperate when it comes to you.âÂ
Dear god. Would he actually kill you just to force Stiles to watch? Did Stiles have to be conscious for something like that?Â
Would he force Stiles to live for the rest of his life with the guilt of not being able to stop your murder? With him in control, would Stiles even live that much longer?Â
âBut no. Thatâs not the game I want to play. Not right now, at least.âÂ
You hated that he likely saw the breath of relief as it flexed from your chest.Â
âWhat -what do you want, then?â You asked, your throat still clenched by fear, making your words come out choked and weak.Â
He put a hand on your cheek - one that felt all too familiar. The hand you had held while walking to class, or cuddling on the couch. The hand that dismissively waved in front of your face when you told him that he had come up with another horrible idea. Void turned your face toward him, and you were then up close and personal with the horrible sight of a pain-fueled demon wearing your sweet best friendâs face.Â
âI want your tears.âÂ
Of course. Emotional pain, rather than physical. You would dare to say that it would be even more potent.Â
Good thing you were already so close to crying.Â
You would just have to spend a few more minutes thinking about Stiles trapped in there, helpless-
âTell me about the accident.â He declared, smirking, finding the whole ordeal very satisfying.Â
âNo.â You immediately replied.Â
It was too painful. You couldnât even think about it, it was too much-Â
âNo?!â He screamed in your ear, causing you to flinch. âNobody tells me ânoâ! You promised me something, you stupid little bitch. Now hold up your end of the deal.âÂ
Sadly, he was right. You had made a deal with him - and if this was part of carrying it out⌠you would have preferred the pocket knife.Â
Even just thinking about that night - the blood, the twisted metal, the terror you had felt. The anxiety, the waiting. It had all been so horrible. It had been hell. A worse hell than a dinner date with a demon who was wearing your best friend as a human skin suit.Â
Already, Void felt a deep satisfaction as those emotions began to permeate the air around the two of you. To him, it was the most beautiful kind of poison. He took a deep whiff, and then leaned in close again, running his nose along your hairline to sniff you.Â
You shrugged away from the touch, but didnât have far to go without falling off your chair completely. You were happy when he pulled away again - feeling used and wishing for nothing more than Stilesâs comforting touch and assuring words.Â
âPerfect.â He mumbled quietly to himself. âYou know, Stiles hardly remembers any of it. The night is almost completely blank in his mind.âÂ
You didnât know that. After the hospital, the two of you had never bothered to talk about it in order to compare stories. Like you always did, the two of you just moved on. You looked forward to brighter days, thankful that your friendship was still intact.Â
âBut I know that you remember everything. Every. Single. Last. Detail.â Void said, giving another terrible laugh.Â
He grabbed onto the back of your chair, and using a strength that you knew didnât belong to Stiles, he roughly tugged on it, forcing it away from the table and spinning you to face him. He came back around to stand in front of you - now, he would be the one standing to loom over you, watching you while you provided him with a delicious meal.Â
âSo, come on,â He prodded. âI want to hear the whole story. And you better not leave anything out.âÂ
He stood there in complete satisfaction, his arms crossed as he grinned down at you with a devilish smile.Â
You took a deep breath, fidgeting with your fingers for a moment. You gathered your courage, and then you began to speak.Â
This is for Stiles, you assured yourself. For Stiles.Â
âWell, it was the night of the winter formal.â You started off. âAnd when I saw Stiles screech out of the parking lot in his Jeep at top speed-âÂ
âNo, no.â Void shook his head, cutting you off. âI said start at the beginning.â He scolded you sharply. âThatâs not the beginning, is it? I want all the details. Go back to the beginning of the night.âÂ
âAre you serious?âÂ
At first, you were utterly confused. He asked you to tell him about the accident. What did a high school dance have to do with a car accident?Â
âOf course, darling.â He smirked at you.Â
Then, it hit you. He didnât just want the gorey details. He wanted every ounce of your suffering. He wanted Stiles to suffer too. Especially if he said that Stiles didnât remember it. He wanted you to recount the entire night to Stiles from your perspective. It was why he had brought up Stilesâs âaffectionâ for you.Â
He wanted both of you to suffer in the misery that you had been in love with each other for so long and not been together. The stupidity that you were both blind idiots who kept each other from happiness the whole time.Â
So you took a breath, and you told your story how he wanted to hear it, starting from the beginning of the night.Â
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You were utterly miserable.Â
It was one of the biggest dances of the year (well, aside from Prom and HomecomingâŚ) and you didnât have a date. You had spent a huge chunk of money, your savings from a crappy minimum wage job waiting tables, on a gorgeous dress and shoes, hoping that Stiles would ask you to the dance. But he was going with Lydia.Â
You guessed that you had to be happy for him. He had been crushing on her since the third grade, and he was finally going on a date with her. A good best friend would be happy for him.Â
But naturally, you were still trying to look your absolute best, maybe, selfishly, in the hope that he would see you from across the room and realize that he had made the wrong choice. Lydia was an amazing, sweet girl - and you genuinely hated the type of jealousy that this was making you feel.Â
You knew that logically, you had no claim over Stiles. He was just your friend, and he was more than free to go on dates with other girls. It was downright toxic of you to not ask him to the dance and then get upset when he happily went with someone else as his date.Â
But you tried not to think about that as you put the finishing touches on your look. You had gone all out with your best hair and make-up to compliment your expensive crystal blue satin dress. Whether it was to make yourself feel better or to try and capture Stilesâs attention - you still werenât entirely sure.Â
âLip-gloss?â Allison appeared behind you, holding a hand out, looking for the aforementioned product.Â
You handed it to her and she leaned down, looking into the mirror of your vanity while applying it. She had told you that getting ready at her own house would have simply been âtoo weirdâ because she was fighting with her family, and she wanted some calm down time. So she had asked to get ready with you, with the offer that Jackson could give you both a ride from there.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry.â She said, feeling too awkward in the silence as you applied your mascara, focusing on your work and not looking at her in the mirror. She knelt down beside you, guilt written across her face. âIf I had known that you liked Stiles, I wouldnât have set him up with Lydia.âÂ
âItâs not a big deal.â You remarked. âLike you said, you didnât know.â After a moment, you added on: âItâs kind of⌠good. Like a relief. I almost feel like itâs less pressure.â You shrugged. âI can just go and have fun without worrying about impressing him.âÂ
You had been lying to yourself. You absolutely hated it with every fiber of your being. You didnât want to be angry with Allison, but you knew that she was better friends with Lydia than she was with you. Thatâs why she hadnât known about your feelings for Stiles before now. When she had asked why you seemed so upset about the news that the two were going to the dance together, you told her, and she explained with a sour, sad face that she had set them up.Â
You hated it, but you couldnât help thinking that this was the first step to Stiles and Lydia becoming a thing - the first act in them dating for long months while you resented Lydia for stealing something you once saw as yours.Â
And you hated yourself for being that kind of person.Â
Allison chuckled at this.Â
âYeah⌠Well, Scottâs not going at all, so none of us get to go with the person we want to be with.â She said in a deeply sad tone, obviously aching from her own problems.Â
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âItâs a shame, isnât it?â Void commented, drawing you from the memory. âA pretty girl spends too much money on a dress, trying to impress some moron who wonât even notice it.âÂ
He was mocking Stiles again.Â
âAnd then you had to see him with her.âÂ
You nodded.Â
You could picture it so perfectly in your mind. Getting out of Jacksonâs car and seeing Stiles rush to open the door for her - the way he smiled at her, the way he looked at her like she held the world on the edges of her lips. You wanted nothing more than for him to look at you like that. Her perfect âstrawberry blondeâ hair fluttering in the wind as they walked arm-in-arm across the parking lot.Â
It caused the most awful aching pain in your chest that you had ever felt. You didnât truly know how precious Stiles was to you until you saw him with someone else.Â
You knew Jackson was aching too, for much the same reason. And when he had offered you a swig of his drink, you took it. But it wore off too soon for your tastes and you didnât have more. So for the better part of the night, you were forced to feel your pain while his was drowned out by the booze.Â
âTell me. Tell me how it made you feel.â Void egged you on, wanting you to say it out loud even though your pain was all too palpable in the air.Â
âLike I was dying inside,â You answered, your throat tight but - still no tears yet. âLike all good had drained from the world. Like I had lost the most precious thing in my life and I would have to sit at the sidelines watching a perfect story play out when I was supposed to be a part of it.âÂ
Void took a deep breath, sniffing the air again. And then he chuckled.Â
âYour pathetic teenage angst is⌠so amusing.â He grinned at you, crossing his arms over his chest. âDo tell me more.âÂ
You had no clue that somewhere inside of there, Stiles was hit with his own wave of intense sadness - something else for Void to feed off of. He had no clue that you had been in love with him for so long. He had no clue how many opportunities he had missed out on to tell you about his feelings - how long he could have been happily dating you.Â
He hated how much time the two of you had missed out on.Â
Void sat contently between Stilesâs complicit misery and your renewed angst as you continued the story.Â
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You had moped around all night.Â
You thought perhaps the only person more miserable than you at that dance was Scott - stuck hiding in the shadows, forced to watch Allison dance with Jackson while pretending he wasnât even there.Â
But eventually, he too got his way after making a huge scene that even stopped the band for a moment - and left Coach feeling embarrassed when everyone thought that he went off on a homophobic screaming tirade because Scott was dancing with Danny. Good thing Beacon Hills was pretty progressive.Â
After spending all night on the bleachers on the verge of tears, you decided to leave to get yourself a chocolate bar from the vending machine - nothing goes better with sorrow than chocolate, right? Well, perhaps Jackson had a point in pairing his sorrow with liquor. But you werenât at that point yet.Â
You were considering just calling it a night altogether. But you saw Stiles standing by himself, sans Lydia, and you figured it was a good time to make your move, if you were going to make one.Â
You wandered over to him shyly.Â
You had been feeling so down about yourself, you didnât notice the way his eyes traced over every inch of you with awe - the way his lips parted with slight shock and wonder at how beautiful you looked that night.Â
Just as he was about to tell you so, you spoke up.Â
âSo⌠whereâs Lydia?â You asked.Â
âOh, uh - she went to go find Jackson.â He said, disappointment seeping through every single inch of his voice.Â
âNaturally.â You replied.Â
You wanted to rant and scream about how she wasnât good enough for him if she was going to ditch him for a guy who supposedly didnât even want her anymore.Â
Your eyes strayed over to Allison and Scott on the dance floor, looking at each other with nothing but affection - clearly, only thinking of the other person, so caught up in their own little bubble. She didnât care that Jackson had ditched her. A small flare of jealousy went through you.Â
You wished that could be you and Stiles.Â
âDo you wanna dance?â You asked Stiles, hoping that you could have your moment, even if it meant stealing him away from Lydia (when she clearly didnât care).Â
He gave you a shy grin. âOkay.âÂ
You grabbed his hand and led him out to the dance floor, and his hands found a natural place on your hips while you softly draped your arms around his neck. The two of you swayed to the slow music for a moment before you spoke again.Â
âThis is nice.â You commented, smiling.Â
Though it had felt impossible only an hour ago, you actually felt happiness creeping in. Standing there underneath the coloured lights, dancing with the one person you had wanted the whole time. It was nice. There was still a lick of mourning lingering in your chest. You knew that Stiles still only viewed you as a friend, and you werenât sure if you could ever gather that courage to take the leap and tell him about how you truly felt. As much as you wanted to just pull him close and kiss him.Â
âYou know, you were the one person I actually wanted to dance with tonight.â You continued on. âAnd-â You cut yourself off with a sigh, not wanting to sound too vulnerable.Â
âYeah.â Stiles replied - though he sounded oddly distant and thoughtless.Â
When you looked at his face again, you realized that he was staring at something over your shoulder, and you craned your neck to see that he was gawking at his watch.Â
âUgh, really?â You scoffed, pushing him away. âIs dancing with me so awful that you feel the need to time it?âÂ
âNo.â He shook his head furiously, hating what you were accusing him of. âThatâs not - look, Lydiaâs been gone for over ten minutes! Iâm worried.âÂ
You shook your head, sighing deeply in defeat. Of course he was still thinking about her.Â
âDid you ever consider that maybe she found Jackson? That maybe theyâre off somewhere making out? That she just ditched you because she doesnât give a shit about you?â You argued, full of pain, your voice raising in volume to the point where you attracted stares from others on the dancefloor.Â
A look of pure pain streaked across Stilesâs face at your words.Â
âWhatever.â Stiles shrugged. âIâm going to find her. Because I actually care about her. And because I trust my gut.â He sharply bumped your shoulder as he passed, leaving you feeling more rejected and horrible than ever.
You turned and fled from the room, scurrying away from the many eyes on you once you realized that people were still staring.Â
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âHis gut.â Void chuckled. âHe always did have good instincts, didnât he?âÂ
He did. Stiles had amazing instincts.Â
Because you had been assuming the worst - believing that Lydia had ditched Stiles to go and make-out with Jackson, when in reality, she had been bleeding to death on the lacrosse field. Stiles had been more than right to go looking for her.Â
Given, that was before you even knew about the existence of werewolves and all the other bullshit that ran ramped in Beacon Hills. But it didnât make you feel like any less of a horrible person when you found out.Â
âDid you ever consider what a selfish bitch you are?âÂ
Void continued on when you didnât speak, seamlessly picking up with his mocking. Of course, he knew all the weak spots to hit. He could feel right where you were soft and vulnerable - right where you flexed with hurt under his taunts.Â
âWhining about not getting to dance with some dork while an innocent girl was bleeding to death? Talk about priorities.âÂ
âI didnât know.â You replied, your voice stiff.Â
You knew it was a poor excuse. You knew that ultimately, you were selfish. You should have gone with Stiles to look for Lydia. You should have helped.Â
Distantly, caged up inside of Void - Stiles was eternally thankful about that argument. He was thankful that you had been distanced from all of it, kept away from Peter Haleâs hungry claws. He would have gone insane, having you and Lydia in hospital beds, side by side, not knowing what the fate of either of you would be.Â
âYeah, you can just keep telling yourself that same bullshit, sweetheart.â Void said, his voice a low whisper. âBut we both know what you are. Maybe in reality, youâre not that much different from someone like me.âÂ
Maybe that realization hurt more than anything.Â
Maybe that was his intention - to hit you with a truth that would wound you.Â
âYou know⌠he still thinks about you in that dress.â Void spoke quietly again, carefully, painstakingly choosing each word. âHow⌠beautiful you looked. His perfect rare crystal.âÂ
He put emphasis on each word in a way that sent chills down your spine. His sharp gaze coming from Stilesâs honey whiskey eyes felt infinitely darker, and rather than feeling treasured as something good, something valuable like you usually did when Stiles looked at you - you felt filthy. You felt a sense of fear, knowing that Void would use Stiles precious appreciation of you to hurt him. To hurt both of you.Â
âThat was the night he knew for certain that he was in love with you.â Void let out another laugh - dark and low. âThe night he knew that he loved you more than he ever loved Lydia. She was laying in front of him dying, and still - all he could think about was protecting you. Protecting you from the threat.âÂ
Your throat clenched up, and anything you were going to say was lost.Â
âI guess heâs selfish too, isnât he?â Void posed. âYou two are perfect for each other, I suppose.âÂ
Then, he put on a weak, small, wobbling voice, and began to mock the unique, crippling fear that Stiles had experienced that night.Â
âWhereâs Y/N? I need to find her. I need to protect her. Is she next?âÂ
Nausea tightened in your stomach.Â
A unique tightness clutched at your chest.Â
Stiles had known he was in love with you that night.Â
He had been trying to protect you.Â
Is that why he had fled from the dance so suddenly?Â
âAsk me the question.â Void grinned, entirely excited now that you had put it together, made the realization. âCome on, ask me the question. We both know you want to.âÂ
âWhy are you doing this?â You choked out.Â
This was not the question he wanted.Â
But still, he indulged you.Â
âI told you.â He said firmly. âI like pain.âÂ
He took a step forward then, leaning down, bracketing his hands by your hips on the wooden kitchen chairâs seat, his face tight in your personal space once again.Â
âNow⌠ask me the question.âÂ
You took a shallow breath.Â
You hated how intimidating he was. You hated knowing that if it had actually been Stiles who was this close to you, it would have given you butterflies or even turned you on, but instead - you felt anxiety having him this close.Â
You couldnât help but to give him what he wanted.Â
âWhat really happened that night?â You whimpered out, terrified of that answer. âWhy did Stiles leave the dance?âÂ
Void grinned.Â
âWhat a brilliant question. You are such a clever girl.âÂ
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All of it happened so fast.Â
Stiles spotted Lydia from afar - her red hair very distinctive. Then he saw it - a humanoid shape transforming into a big, black beast. Razor sharp teeth and claws.Â
He begged for her life, and he had been given one chance to spare her - a single call to Jackson. Luckily, the asshole picked up. (It was the one time in Stilesâs life that he had ever been thankful for Jacksonâs existence.)Â
And then, he was being kidnapped, forced into his own car and being forced to drive to God knows where.Â
Of course, he was far too busy with the panic of it all, and he didnât notice you.Â
He didnât notice you - stumbling into the parking lot, looking for him in order to apologize for what you had said. He didnât notice you watching with suspicion and confusion as his Jeep pulled out of the parking lot at top speed. He didnât notice you going into your purse for your phone, looking to call his dad, considering making a report to him about it - only to find Jacksonâs keys in your purse from earlier that night. Because when you had spotted him still drinking more than an hour into the dance, so sloshed that he could barely stand, you had demanded his keys from him, telling him that you wouldnât let him drink and drive.Â
Stiles hadnât noticed you getting into Jacksonâs car and stealing it in order to trail behind him to see where he was going - just in time to miss Jackson running through the parking lot screaming for help with Lydiaâs limp body in his arms.Â
Stiles was too busy with panic and anxiety to notice any of that, far too busy wondering if he was going to get out of this alive. And now, he was driving down a deserted backroad with Peter Hale in his passengerâs seat, who was making entirely sexist remarks about how Lydia would end up ripping his throat out âtwice a monthâ if she survived The Bite.Â
âYou know, you didnât have to protect her from it.â Peter droned on, increasing Stilesâs anxiety and annoyance. âItâs going to make her whole life better. Sheâll thank me for it when sheâs ready.âÂ
âYou should have just left her out of this.â Stiles bit back. âLydia is a good girl. She doesnât deserve any of this.â He huffed. âIf she dies, I swear to god, Iâll-âÂ
âYouâll what?âÂ
Peter chuckled, grinning, seeming amused by Stilesâs vague, likely unbackable threats. Stiles ground his teeth, not responding - hating that they both knew he wouldnât be able to follow through on anything he threatened. Not when Peter could kill him with one clean swipe of his claws.Â
âYouâre protective. I do admire that in a man.â He paused, thinking. âThough, I suppose⌠youâre not quite a man, are you? At least not yet.âÂ
Stiles bit his tongue, not wanting to make any further threats that he couldnât live up to. He had seen what Peter could do, and unfortunately - he knew that he didnât have the physical force to fight against him.Â
So what the hell could he do?Â
That was the question that made Stilesâs mind tink on anxiously, convincing him further that he just might end up dead tonight.Â
âWhat about your other pretty friend?â Peter wondered aloud, changing the subject suddenly in a way that confused Stiles. âAre you just as protective of her?âÂ
âWhat? Are you talking about Y/N?â Stilesâs heart began pumping even more viciously with anxiety, absolutely terrified that you were on Peterâs radar.Â
He hated that he knew Peter could hear it - that spike in his heart rate that indicated his fear, his weakness.Â
âThe one in the blue dress.â Peter told him, seeming almost disinterested in the conversation as he picked at his nails. Stilesâs heart thumped harder in affirmation, and Peter continued. âShe wears that lovely vanilla perfume-âÂ
âLeave her out of this!â Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs, rage overtaking him so suddenly that he almost swerved off the road - Peter reached over and corrected this, rolling his eyes at the outburst.Â
Stiles clenched his jaw tightly and looked ahead at the road, fuming.Â
(Driving behind him in Jacksonâs car, you wondered why his driving was suddenly so erratic.)Â
âYou leave her the hell alone.â Stiles huffed, praying that there was some finality to his words.Â
âThat would be a little difficult, considering that sheâs been following us for half a mile.â Peter grinned. âI am going to have to speak to her about this whole matter when we arrive.âÂ
Stiles thought that Peter was bluffing - trying to use you as leverage to get him to co-operate, just as he had done with Lydia. But when he squinted into the rearview mirror, he saw⌠Jacksonâs car? And a flash of blue in the driverâs seat that must have been your dress.Â
Fuck.Â
He was so screwed.Â
âWhat do you mean âspeak to herâ?â Stiles questioned, entirely panicked.Â
âWell, we canât have her running back to the Argents to warn them.â Peter smirked. âPerhaps, I can convince her how beneficial the Bite would be to her-âÂ
âNo!âÂ
Stiles screamed, his voice filling up the entire cab of the Jeep with the might of his protection toward you.Â
âEnough! Okay? Enough. You can do whatever you want with me - Iâll do whatever you want, I swear. And then you can kill me when youâre done with me so I wonât blab.â His voice tightened up around these words, slightly frightened to resign himself to this fate, but he was willing to do whatever it would take to protect you. âJust leave her the hell alone.âÂ
âAnd if I donât?â Peter asked, taunting, clearly enjoying the emotional reaction prompted from Stiles trying to protect you. âWhat can you possibly do about it?âÂ
Think. Stiles wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel. Think, think, think, Stiles! Youâre supposed to be the clever one.Â
An idea popped into his head.Â
It wasnât clever. It wasnât good. But it was the only idea that he had.Â
And when he took one last glance in the rearview mirror and realized that you were about twenty feet back - more than enough to hit the brakes in time - he resigned himself to it.Â
He put his seatbelt on, and then - he harshly turned the wheel toward the nearest tree and - he gunned it.Â
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The crash shocked you.Â
You slammed on the brakes as quickly as you could, and came to a stop a few feet behind the tree that Stiles had rammed into. You stumbled out of the driverâs side door in shock, tears in your eyes as you wandered toward the Jeep - which was now nothing more than a heap of twisted metal, smoking, the horn blaring loudly where it was crumbled against the tree.Â
âStiles?â You called out, praying that he would answer you. âStiles?âÂ
You slowly came around the car, finally able to get a good view of him through the smashed driverâs side window.Â
He was entirely still, collapsed against the air-bag that had emerged from the steering wheel, blood smeared all over the white material. So much blood. It painted the smashed front windshield, dripped through his shirt. He was so still. He wasnât moving. He-
âStiles?âÂ
When he didnât respond, you let out a loud sob.Â
âStiles? Come on - you - you have to-!â You couldnât contain another sob as it tore through you, making you utterly breathless.Â
You had been so distraught that you didnât notice the passenger side door was wide open, even though there was not a single trace that anybody had been sitting there. Even if you had noticed, you likely would have chalked it up to the door being flung open from the force of the crash.Â
Your ears were pounding with blood from the shock and you didnât even notice the wolf-like howls echoing into the night above you.Â
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âI thought he was dead.âÂ
Your body couldnât contain another sob when you got to this part in the story - finally providing Void with the tears he so desired.Â
As you went over the horrors of that night in your mind, they now poured freely down your face. Your pain was made even worse with the stunning realization: Stiles had done it all to protect you. Put himself in danger, gone through so much pain - all to protect you.Â
Void smiled at you - a terrible, haunting grin that he mocked you while wearing the face of the man you loved the most.Â
âSo beautiful.â He hummed, reaching out and wiping your tears - not to comfort you, of course. He gathered the wetness on his fingers and brought it to his lips, licking it. At this, he gave a satisfied sound. âSo much pain.âÂ
âAre we done now?â You asked, wanting to be alone to wallow in your pain.Â
Truthfully - you wanted nothing more than the comfort of Stiles. You wanted him to hold you and tell you that everything would be okay in the soothing way that he always did. You wondered if hugging Void would feel the same. You wondered if you could close your eyes and pretend, even for a moment.Â
âNo.â He told you, enjoying the extra little bit of anguish he could wring from you by telling you this. âBecause that wasnât the worst part, was it?âÂ
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âLook, Noah, itâs probably nothing.â Melissa said firmly, doing her best to try and soothe the fellow parent. Sheriff Stilinski had already been at the hospital to take a report on what had happened to Lydia when something else came over the radio - a car accident report about a crash involving a blue Jeep. âStiles isnât the only person in this town who drives a-âÂ
Before she could even get the words out, the paramedics came bursting into the ambulance bay, wheeling in a bloodied, unconscious Stiles on a stretcher with you walking beside them, holding his hand.Â
âMy boy.â The Sheriff sobbed, rushing to reach them.Â
Melissa knew that the doctors would likely need to get him up to the ER with the kind of condition that he was in, so she moved to escort you and the Sheriff to the waiting room. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you refused to be pulled away - you refused to let go of his hand.Â
âHe needs me.â You bawled, tears still steadily streaming down your face. âHe needs me!âÂ
âLet them work, sweetie, just-â Melissa argued gently, trying to be understanding about the kind of shock you were in.Â
âHe needs me! He needs me!âÂ
She held you back, tearing your grip off of Stiles so that he could be escorted to the ER. Melissa began to cradle you comfortingly, rubbing a hand on your shoulder.Â
There was only a short moment of silence before-
âWhat the hell happened?â The Sheriff turned to you, barking the words loudly, obviously yearning for answers about how Stiles had gotten hurt.Â
âI - I donât know.â You answered meekly, feeling intimidated by him.Â
âWas he drinking? Were you two partying?â He screamed, getting closer into your space.Â
Quickly, Melissa stepped between the two of you, putting a hand on Sheriff Stilinskiâs chest to keep him at bay.Â
âNoah, stop it-âÂ
âWas he drinking?â He pressed, forcing the words out slower, as though you were too dumb to understand.Â
âWhat? No!â You quickly replied. âStiles doesnât drink!âÂ
(That had been a lie. You had seen him drink a few times at parties. But you knew that he was a firm proponent of designated sober drivers because of how many accident reports his father had filed from drunk drivers that involved death.)Â
âEven if he was, I would never let him drive! Stiles would never let anybody drink and drive because thatâs what you taught him!âÂ
You felt a slight bit of guilt, knowing that you had sipped on Jacksonâs bottle and gotten behind the wheel. You wondered if that one single sip made you guilty of the crime that Stiles was so very much against.Â
Before you could dwell on it too much, you continued.Â
âI took Jackonâs keys from him to keep him from drunk driving! Thatâs how I followed Stiles in the first place.âÂ
âYou used my car?â Jackson appeared behind you suddenly, taking on an accusatory tone.Â
Everyone ignored him.Â
âWell? Where was he going? What was he doing? How the hell did this happen?â
âI. Donât. Know.â You ground out slowly. âItâs not like it was my fault!âÂ
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Void let out another astrid laugh.Â
âOh, but it was.â He grinned. âIt was all your fault. How did it feel lying to a police officer about the fact that you almost killed his son?âÂ
âI wasnât lying.â You replied, your throat gripped by tears. âI didnât know.âÂ
You were glad that you hadnât known the truth at the time. You werenât sure if you could have faced the Sheriff, knowing that Stilesâs near death experience had been all your fault.Â
âWould you look the Sheriff in the eyes and tell him that now?â Void asked. âOr would you apologize? Tell him that itâs all your fault that stupid, infatuated Stiles crashed his car into a tree trying to save you?âÂ
âI-â You choked out, truly unsure what to say. âI donât know.âÂ
âWould you have taken his place?â Void snipped, quick to berate you with more questions.Â
âWhat?â You parroted back, slightly confused.Â
âWould you have taken his place?â He repeated. âYou - caught up in that heap of twisted metal, carted off to the hospital to be poked and prodded by doctors, cut up, barely alive? Him - crying at your bedside like a pathetic idiot?âÂ
You had never considered it. You didnât think it was wise to dwell on the past or mull-over hypotheticals like that. But truthfully - you thought that what had happened to you was worse. You thought that Stiles got the better end of it, sleeping through most of it while you had to steep in your pain.Â
âY-yes.â You said, hesitating slightly, feeling as though this was the proper, kind answer - saying that you would have taken the physical pain for him - that you would have laid in the bed and taken all of it in his place if you could have.Â
âUh-oh.â Void said, shaking his head. âNobody likes a liar, Y/N.âÂ
How he knew that you were lying, you had no clue.Â
But you were eager to move on from it before he prodded you about it any further. So you quickly moved on with your story.Â
âAnd then, there was the waiting.â You told him. âWe had to wait hours for him to come out of surgery, wondering if he was going to live. And then I waited for weeks by his bedside, wondering if he was ever going to wake up.âÂ
You swallowed around a painful knot in your throat as you remembered it.Â
âSo perfectly pathetic, isnât it?â Void commented. âThe way that you showed up to that hospital every single day - spent nights sleeping beside him in an uncomfortable plastic chair, just waiting⌠every single day waiting to see if he was going to wake up. Or rather - seeing if he was going to finally slip away. Waiting to see if he was finally going to die.âÂ
You let out more tears and Void sniffed the air again, taking a deep breath, enjoying the depth of your pain.Â
âI wish I could have been there.â He remarked. âEvery single day, you mourned over him. You cried for him. What a waste of sweet suffering.âÂ
He let out another laugh. You go do nothing more but sit there and let him mock you, let him indulge in the suffering that you had promised him.Â
âYou showed up every single day and he didnât even know it. You talked to him, read to him, played him music⌠not even knowing if he could hear you. Thinking that he could hear you, but just⌠hinging it all on that tiny ray of hope.âÂ
You thought for certain that Void would confirm then and there that Stiles had never heard you when he had been comatose, because before he had said that your hope being broken was âdeliciousâ.Â
But what he did next hurt so much more.
Because of course, he knew the worst, most perfect ways to hurt you. Â
âYou read him The Velveteen Rabbit⌠because he said that his Mommy used to read it to him.âÂ
Void said, mocking deep in his voice. And then, he put on a shrill impression of you as he spoke again - repeating word for word what you had said to Stiles when you had been at his bedside. Private words that had been meant only for Stiles.Â
ââStiles, you have to wake up. You have to wake up so we can be together again. Look, I know I messed up before, but⌠I really like you. I might even love you. Fuck it - I do love you. Iâm in love with you, and you - you have to wake up so that I can spend the rest of my life loving you.ââÂ
He burst into laughter with these last words, cutting right through you.Â
âWell, newsflash!â He screamed, startling you with his sudden volume, shaking you. âStiles isnât going to wake up this time. Heâs never coming back again. Youâre going to spend the rest of your life alone.âÂ
âHe will.â You said weakly, knowing how defeated you sounded. âHeâll come back. Heâll come back to me, I know it.âÂ
You and Void both knew that you were trying to convince yourself with these words.Â
Void pulled up his shirt, showing off the long, jagged scar in the middle of Stilesâs stomach - the scar he had from the accident.Â
âSee this? This is his human weakness.â Void stated. âI came along and I made him into something so much better. I made him strong. I made him-âÂ
âYou ruined him!â You screamed, finally standing from your chair, hyper charged with your own rage now. âYou took away everything that made him good - his sweetness, his kindness, his empathy. You-âÂ
âNo, sweetheart.â Void grabbed your face, shutting you up and causing sharp shocks of pain across your head as he roughly jostled you. âThose things have always been his downfall. His stupid kindness and empathy caused him to crash himself into a fucking tree tyring to protect you. You - a dumb bitch who is still willing to put herself this close to a demon who could gut her in a second without a single care.âÂ
You held your breath. You waited for him to do something more - to truly attempt to harm you.Â
And then, after a paralyzing second of staring into those dead eyes - he let you go again. You took a step back. You should have run - you should have run, and run, until you found Scott or someone else. But he was right. You were a dumb bitch. Even now, you couldnât abandon Stiles.Â
âYou know, itâs even the same thing right now.â Void grinned. âThe minute he gets back the slightest bit of control, he keeps trying to crash the damn car. He keeps trying to protect you!âÂ
He burst into laughter again, and your insides shook with fear.Â
You knew that Stiles âcrashing the carâ this time would only end with him dying. And you werenât sure which was worse - him living in there, trapped and tortured while a demon controlled his body - or him killing himself to end all potential harm that Void could do to you and anybody else.Â
âEven now, heâs begging me to shove this pathetic little knife into his neck,â He said, taking your knife out of his pocket and raising it up to his jugular. âJust so that there wonât be a single chance of me hurting you.âÂ
Your chest jumped.Â
Upon instinct, you stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, attempting to pull the knife back - but of course, Void was much stronger than you, and his grip didnât budge. Not even a slight bit.Â
Your heart raced as you began to panic.Â
âPlease, donât-â You muttered out, knowing that begging was likely your only course of action, whether Void or Stiles was the one in control.Â
He grinned. âWhat are you going to do to stop me?âÂ
You had an idea. A terrible one.Â
You leaned in, sealing your lips onto his - feeling chapped skin against yours and for a moment thinking that you had a one-way ticket to getting stabbed. But then, you felt the stiff, tense form underneath you soften up. You felt a gentle sigh, a sigh of relief leave Stilesâs lips as he pressed back, pushing into the kiss as though he had been yearning for this for centuries.Â
The hand holding the knife to his neck shook - sharp spasms going through the muscles as he battled with himself. And after a moment, he dropped the object to the floor with a quiet clatter. Then, he brought that hand to smooth across your back in a gentle, comforting way that could have only been Stiles.Â
You pulled away from the kiss after a moment, and when you looked into his eyes, you knew for certain that it was him. The softness, the sadness, the apologetic mourning.Â
âY/N-â He croaked out, releasing a few years of his own.Â
âHang in there, my love.â You told him, reaching up to gently grasp at his cheek.Â
And then, just like the sun peeking through on a cloudy day - he was gone.Â
Voidâs horrible grin took over once again, and all the life dropped out of those eyes.Â
âYou truly are pathetic.â He said, giving another horrible laugh.Â
Perhaps he was trying to convince you that Stiles had never been there, that it had only been a trick, but - you knew what you saw.Â
Void hated it.Â
It was something that he absolutely hated to admit, but you gave Stiles strength. You were likely the only person in town, likely the only thing on earth that could have given him - a weak, stupid, pathetic human, the strength to overpower the epic thousand year old demon that had taken control.Â
In that moment, in an instant, he decided that you had to be eliminated.Â
Void didnât hesitate to reach down and pick up the knife.Â
âNo-â You gasped out.Â
Before you could blink, he grabbed your shoulder, shoved you against a nearby wall, and plunged the small blade into your stomach. He didnât stop just once - he stabbed you again, and again, and again - creating a flurry of blood and mashing flesh that caused you to gasp from the pain and sheer shock that overtook your body.Â
It didnât hurt as much as you expected it to. It was like a simple pinprick - nothing more painful than a needle piercing your skin for a routine blood sample. But when you felt the intense hot waves of blood pouring out, soaking your clothes - you knew that it was bad. You were already shaking from the shock and you knew that him pressing against you was the only thing still holding you up.Â
Void took a tight hold of your face, both your cheeks in one blood-coated hand, and pressed his forehead tightly into yours.Â
âLook at her.â He growled out, his voice as sharp and frightening as ever. âLook at her. Look at her while sheâs dying.âÂ
You knew in an instant that he wasnât talking to you.Â
âLook at what youâve done, Stiles!â He screeched, his voice harsh, almost distorted. âAll that begging⌠all that begging - all for nothing!âÂ
âItâs okay.â You huffed out, reaching up, your hand surprisingly bloody, trying to touch his cheek in comfort. âIt-itâs okay.âÂ
You were determined to survive this. Or - at the very least - you didnât want Stiles living with the guilt if you didnât.Â
âStiles-âÂ
Void wouldnât stand for it. This comfort.Â
He quickly stamped out this truth with a few more quick, violent jabs of the knife into your gut, forcing Stiles to watch as he violently eviscerated you.Â
Then, he tossed the knife aside and let you slump to the floor before he walked away.Â
He left you for dead, all too pleased with how utterly the sight of you bloodied and limp tortured Stiles.Â
He left you there, not knowing that he left you with just enough determination - just enough life left you to drag your shaking body to the phone and get a bloody hand wrapped around it.
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Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot, so there will not be a sequel or a 'Part 2'. If you enjoyed this fic, please consider reblogging it to show your appreciation, commenting on this fic, or you can take a look at my Teen Wolf Masterlist for more of my fics from this fandom.
However, please do not comment on this fic asking for a sequel or asking for more - I generally consider that stressful and impolite. If you are going to comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written.
Because I ended the fic the way I did, I do have some ideas for a potential sequel, but it's not something that I am rushing to write, and it's not something that will be on my schedule anytime soon. If you would like to, you can come into my inbox and chat about my ideas for the potential sequel - but right now they are just ideas and they will stay that way for a long time before becoming a full realised story (if they ever become one). I hope you enjoyed this fic as the capsule story oneshot that I always intended for it to be, and that you enjoy my other works if you do check them out.
#sundrop writes#teen wolf fanfiction#void!stiles x reader#void!stiles#stiles stilinksi imagine#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles x reader#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski x reader#teen wolf#teen wolf x y/n#teen wolf x reader
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Best Teen Wolf Villain: The Final, Round 5
And then there were two! Who is the best villain on Teen Wolf ever? You decide. So enjoy this final round and we'll see who lands on top as the best teen wolf villain! You'll have one week like usual to fight for who you want to win. Good luck!
#teen wolf#peter hale#the nogitsune#void!stiles#hts.polls#best teen wolf villain round 5#the finale#peter hale vs. the nogitsune#okay Jen we have a re-match but the gif is the wrapped up nogitsune version#let's see how it goes!
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#speaking of gifs that you can hear
#teen wolf#void!stiles#stiles stilinski#chewieblog#userbbelcher#tvandfilm#dailyflicks#tvedit#teenwolfedit#noalook#tvarchive#usersameera#tuserella#tusersadie#cinematv#tuserdana#userlix#useradie#tuserlou#userjl#nessa007#**#my edit
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Stiles: You wouldn't last 2 minutes in the asylum I was railed in.
#completely correct teen wolf quotes#the nogitsune#void!stiles#stiles stilinski#eichen house#echo house#teen wolf season 3#teen wolf#also i guess#stalia#lol#puns#tcats chats#teencopandthesourwolf#eternal sterek
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[Excerpt from Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader]
We'll never get free - lamb to the slaughter. What you gon do when there's blood in the water?
âNo, no, darling.â Void whispered against your cheek, causing your throat to clench up again. âIf I wanted your pain, I could have it. I could take it.âÂ
Fuck. What had you gotten yourself into?Â
âI could smack you, punch you, make you bleed.â
He went on, causing your trembling to become more apparent as your heart pounded in your chest. You considered running, but that would mean abandoning Stiles. You had to fight for him.
âI could take your pathetic little knife and stab you, over and over again while Stiles screams and begs for mercy. But no. Thatâs not the game I want to play. Not right now, at least.âÂ
âWhat do you want, then?â You asked, your throat still clenched by fear, making your words come out very choked.Â
âI want your tears.âÂ
#moodboard#sundrop speaks#moodboards#void!stiles#void!stiles x reader#void stiles x reader#void stiles#teen wolf#teen wolf fanfiction#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#stiles stilinksi x reader#stiles stilinksi imagine
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hey! any chance we got some really good 3b fics? anything that just includes it, even if itâs like the after math and recovering! missing void stiles like crazy
Here are a few, there are more Post-3B ones here.
take in the extent of my sin by  Nokomis | 2.1K
Thereâs someone in his loft, and it isnât Stiles, no matter how much it looks like him.
We Want This by  bleep0bleep | 2.4K
Ever since the MRI, Stiles has been losing time. He comes to in an interesting situation.
ASS|U|ME by  RBnC | 3K
The Nogitsune tricks Derek into thinking heâs having sex with Stiles. Only, plot twist: Derek knows itâs the Nogitsune but he just wants to sleep with Stiles, even if only once and he might not ever get the chance.
Feed the Chaos by  theroguesgambit | 5.6K
Following the events of âInsatiable,â the Nogitsune decides to catch up with Derek. Scott and Stiles are forced to listen in over the phone, and Scott learns some surprising things about his best friend and former Alpha.
Just One Yesterday by  Dexterous_Sinistrous | 5K
Derek never thought heâd be confronted with how he felt about Stiles. Because why would he feel anything about Stiles? It took the Nogitsune to show Derek that he didnât want to give up what he had. He didnât want to give up Stiles. In the end, Derek realizes that he would trade every tomorrow for just one yesterday with Stiles. One last day for the chance to tell him the truth.
Invisible Tugging Threads by HappyJuicyfruit | 16.4K
Stiles knows the Nogitsune is gone. He knows he is himself again, and that no one is controlling his brain anymore. He knows he is back to being 100% human.
He knows all of this... but he has no idea what's happening to him now.
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Has anyone ever made a post about all the times Stiles seemingly uses magic? The mountain ash scene, the jeep conveniently shorting out every time Stiles is pissed off, every time his instincts have led him in the right direction of the bad guy, his nogitsune possessed powers?
I think someone made posts about this before, but i can't seem to find them?
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teen wolf peaked at void!stiles i'm sorry they never, ever matched that energy again
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another sneak peek of void stiles because the other day i wrote like a madwoman and this bit of one of the scenes will not let me rest. (yes i know i'm still writing season two. shh.)
tw for blood but i think that's all
A startled cry of pain burst from her lips as her nose came into contact with cold concrete. Her knees buckled in response to the pain and she slipped out of his grasp as her hand hurriedly came up to her face to assess the damage.
When she peered down, her fingers were already dripping, thick streams of crimson filling her palm, welling over and slipping between her fingertips as she tried in vain to catch the blood as it fell.
"Oh, dear. Look at you," Void tutted with a step closer, his words soft and condescending all at once as he manhandled her back around to face him, as if he hadn't been the one to bash her head against the wall in the first place, as if he wasn't to blame for the blood currently pouring from her nose. He brushed her hand away to place his own unnaturally cold palms to her cheeks, "I didn't want to have to do that, dove, but you left me no choice. Here."
He tipped her head back and an instantaneous, wet-sounding gag made its way from her lips in response to the way the blood pouring from her nose suddenly changed route, the thick river beginning to cascade down her throat instead as gravity took hold. She made a small, choked sound of protest as the bitter metallic tang coated the back of her tongue, reflexively trying to bring her head forward again.
"Shh, shh, shh. Hey."
One of his hands drifted higher while the other cupped the back of her neck, a cool palm pressing to her forehead as he forced her to keep her head tilted back.
If not for the blood choking her, she might've spit curses at him, despite the fact that it was precisely what had gotten her into her current situation. Hearing her boyfriend's voice so hollow, so empty of all of the passion and softness that made Stiles Stiles â The boy she loved was likely dying, just a shell of himself, and Void saw it all as a means to an end.
She was enraged, but when his icy fingers tightened around the back of her neck, thumb stroking her jaw with surprising tenderness, she found herself weak to do anything but submit. Her head fell slack in his grip as he spoke, catching sight of a splash of red against pale skin as he wiped errant drops of blood from her lips and placed his wide palm over her forehead again.
"I'll take the pain, don't you worry. I'll take it for myself." He murmured, voice little more than a husky grumble as he began do just that.
#i have no self control so here you go#void!stiles#void stiles#void x reader#void stiles x reader#void!stiles x reader#stiles stilinski x oc#stiles stilinksi fanfiction#void stiles imagine
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Idk why, but I've always found Deucalion's "I AM THE DEMONWOLF" schpiel funny. Like, it's supposed to be intimidating and terrifying, but I just find it laughable.
On the other hand, Void!Stiles' speech at the end of Divine Move is spine chilling no matter how many times I've watched it.
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Sundrop's Spooky Fics

So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!
Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)
Being Stilesâs best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. Heâs not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - heâll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).
Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.
Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)
Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You werenât exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.
I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.
Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)
Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that youâre his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.
What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.
Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)
Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.
The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.
Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)
Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.
Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.

These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.
Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)
Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, thatâs not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But youâll work with what youâve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.
This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.
No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)
When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.
This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.
Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)
Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.
This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.
Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)
Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.
So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.
Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!

#sundrop speaks#teen wolf fanfiction#void stiles#void!stiles#void!stiles x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#dc titans#dc fanfiction#titans fanfiction#gar logan fanfiction#gar logan x reader#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon smut#the walking dead fanfiction#twd fanfiction#fnaf fanfiction#five nights at freddy's movie#vanessa shelly x reader#vanessa afton x reader#mike schmidt x reader#glenn rhee x reader#maggie greene x reader
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Best Teen Wolf Character: Round 4
#teen wolf#the nogitsune#void!stiles#peter hale#hts.polls#best teen wolf character round 4#the nogitsune vs. peter hale#*buckles in* here we go#we had a battle of the villainesses and now prepare for a battle of the villains
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Void!Stiles

I just very recently tried drawing again, I didn't feel like I was good, and I wasn't inspired. I didn't plan on posting anything until I improved. But none of my IRLs have this acc, so I should feel free to post anything. And I just keep scrolling through Teen Wolf fanart, wishing that there was still an active community. So I figured I could just speak into the silence and see if anyone responds!
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