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I’ve always struggled with my writing and even when I’d post some of it, I usually ends up deleting it not long after but this time I have a friend who’s cheering me along and acting as my beta reader.

Here’s a a peek at the AFTG Andriel Fey au I’m currently working on, I have the first chapter written down and it’s going through edits :)

“Do you smell that?” Nicky took in a deep lungful of fresh air before breathing out a sigh of longing.

“Apples,” Nicky’s body tilted towards the forest line, “and cinnamon”.

Andrew’s eyes cut towards his cousin’s slightly swaying form and sucked in an annoyed breath.

“Mom’s empanadas”

He only smelled leaf rot and dirt, it coated his teeth and dried on his tongue. He refused to allow the forest’s sweet rot to impede his senses and layered his inner barriers even more.

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Why yes - another Fic

@lootandlore I FINALLY HAVE CHAPTER 1 FINISHED!!!! And Chapter 2 is also started!

Happy reading everyone!!!!

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Licking, Tracing, Biting, Oh My!

These parts are possibly mentioned as they’re in the same universe, but not necessary for full enjoyment as a reader!

→ Stiles Stilinski x Goth!F!Reader

→ The reader is a simple woman. She sees a man being absolutely pathetic and can’t help but yearn to make a mess of him. It’s no surprise, to her at least, that he lets her. Melting like putty in her hands.

what to expect... (mdni)smutty smutty flirty fluff, stiles being an absolute mess for the reader, very subtle sub/dom vibes, sub!stiles, dom!reader, male receiving, hand job, oral, teasing him hardcore, taking him off guard, I don’t even know what to say.

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IT HAD BEEN a month since she’d littered his face and throat with slick black kisses. Leaving trails of tingling warmth along his skin until he was practically melted into the floor. A puddle of what he once was waiting to rebuild as she left.

It had been a month, and she was going feral.

The way he’d stuttered and stammered. Falling apart under her lips touch. It made her blood simmer in a way that forced her to do absolutely sinful acts the moment she returned to the safety of her home.

It had only been her lips, on his cheeks and throat, that was all it took to mush his brain to the point of utter uselessness. She’d have been a saint to not think of how pretty and dumb he’d be if she were to use her mouth elsewhere.

She’d sworn she wouldn’t act upon it until she was absolutely positive this would last. That she wouldn’t jump into something sexual. Hell, she was never the type. So she couldn’t help but be surprised when her restraint was bordering on snapping all because of the way he was sitting.

Yes, sitting.

He’d invited her over to watch one of the several million Star Wars films. A new hope. He’d picked her up and on the way over she had to ride her mind of thoughts, terribly innocent thoughts.

Thoughts that had nothing to do with her climbing over the center console and riding him like a woman starved. Rocking Roscoe until the jeep threatened to tip like a tapped bowling pin.

She’d managed to compose herself, then they arrived. His father was working so they were able to snag the living room. Stiles stretching as he sat comfortably on the couch.

Her eyes strained as she watched his shirt lift, exposing the surprisingly toned abdomen. Thanking whatever entities crafted the world and allowed her to witness the rewards of his commitment to lacrosse.

She sat beside him and waited as he put the film on. Rolling his shoulders until one popped. Pulling a delicious groan from his lips. One that was so so innocent. So unintentionally, incredibly cruel.

For it snipped away at the last thread of composure she had. String ripping into two, slapping her in the face with a recoil that sent her head tipping back.

Stiles, obviously unable to see her metaphorical string, was worried she’d grown bored as she flung her head back. He paused the movie barely a minute in. Eyes wide with anxiety.

“A-are you okay? If you—if you don’t want to watch this we don’t have to” He reminded, offering her an escape.

Her head slowly lifted and she stared at him. Her pupils were blown and she felt her cheeks flush at the sight of him. He was stammering, puppy dog eyes wide and glistening.

“I want to watch it” she uttered, tone strained.

Stiles blinked, gulping nervously at the way she spoke. It was deeper than usual. As if she was holding back her words with force.

“Oh-o-okay” he nodded, not wanting to question her. Pressing play with reddening cheeks as she continued to stare him down.

“Stiles” she whispered. Leaning into his space with a blank expression. Eyes stuck to the junction between his jaw and throat.

He hummed shakily, knee bouncing as he tried not to look at her. Feeling her grow closer. Nearly choking on his own spit when she reached out to press a palm to his knee. Holding it still.

“Wanna tell me what’s happening on the screen?” She asked softly, an edge to her oddly sweet tone. It seemed fake. However he couldn’t help but feel lured in by it.

“I—I, I can?” He offered hesitantly. The question in his words lingering just enough to show he wasn’t entirely sure of what was happening.

She hummed and leaned into him a tad bit further. Pressing her lips to his skin. Tongue poking out eagerly to lick from his jaw to his earlobe. Nibbling before dragging down with a mix of teeth and tongue.

“T-theres—oh god—w-wha—“ His voice cracked weakly, his knuckles turning white with pressure as he fisted his fingers at his side.

“Use your words” she hummed, words slurred.

Spit slick lips biting the softest parts of his neck, tracing the mark with her tongue to soften the possible sting.

“Title card” he spat out hurriedly, eyes screwing shut as her hand traced from his knee up to his crotch. Nails scraping the seam of his pants.

She smiled against him as she hovered her palm above the prominent tent in his jeans. Biting her lip and moaning softly to herself at the restrain she was having to use.

“God you’re such a mess and I haven’t even touched you where you need me most” she whispered, raising a shocked brow when he hurriedly grasped her wrist in an attempt to force her palm downward.

“P-please I-I’m sorry I just—“ he stammered, eyes opening. Pupils blown wide, glistening with desire. He was beginning to get desperate. More so than usual.

She titled her head and slowly let up on her struggle. Allowing him to press her hand against his hard on. Pulling a strangled groan from his lips that sent her reeling.

“I-oh my g-god”

With calculated ease, she lifted up. Nearly straddling him with one leg extended between his thighs. Lips going back to their new found purpose. Decorating his neck in marks meant for just the two of them.

“Is this okay?” She hummed in between each nibble and lick. Her palm still grinding down deliciously on his crotch. Feeling just how solidified his need had become.

He nodded eagerly. Head falling back weakly, fighting off the urge to cum in his jeans at her touch. Although he found that to be an even tougher battle as she shimmied down to kneel between his thighs.

“Use your words” she reminded again, needing to hear him confirm his consent. Gently rubbing his crotch before hooking her fingers on his waistband.

“Y-yes this is—god—please this is perfect” he whimpered, jutting his hips pleadingly.

She hummed and tugged them down, his boxers slipping due to the pressure. Cock popping up to smack his lower abdomen. It was dripping with pre-cum.

Slowly, carefully, she spit in her palm. Cupping it as to not lose any before taking his shaft in her hand. Gently grasping it with just enough pressure as she began to pump.

“If at any point you want me to stop, you say that” she demanded, leaning forwards to kitten lick the tip. Spreading his spillage all around the sensitive skin.

“F-fuck o-okay okay p-please don’t stop” he whined, bucking up into her hand. Watching her with half lidded eyes as she finally took him into her mouth.

He cried out, eyes rolling back as she swirled her tongue expertly around him. Bobbing her head in perfect unison with her spit slick pumps. Fingers squeezing whenever he’d go to far and hit her throat.

Stiles felt himself lose control to the pleasure. Babbling incoherently with every swipe of her tongue. Nearly sobbing when she cupped his balls mid suck.

The various forms of stimulation were too much to handle. His stomach clenching as he fought not too cum too quickly. Which she couldn’t stand.

She bobbed faster, ensuring he went as far down her throat as possible. Gagging her repeatedly.

The sensation, mixed with her desperate moans vibrating his very core, sent him over the edge within minutes.

“O-oh you—s-sto—oh god oh fuck please I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna cum wait wait wait”

He gripped at her head, trying to pull her off, stammering out a warning only for her to shove his hands away and go even further. Swallowing every drop that left him the moment her throat clenched around his swollen tip.

Stiles bent instinctively forward, body trembling as she milked every last bit of his cum from his twitching member. His chest heaving as he held her close. Nearly passing out when she pulled off his cock, a line of spit connecting her bottom lip to his now semi-softened head.

“What did I miss?” She hummed innocently, wiping her mouth clean and glancing back to the screen. Knowing very well that stiles would be able to tell her from memory. Catching the spastic boy off guard.

“Y-you—what?”

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Which installment of Stiles x F!Goth!Reader should I release next, please help me I’m feeling painfully indecisive :,)

Shotgun? Like the Weapon?— where stiles hasn’t been particularly exposed to many smokers, and the reader has a few tricks up her sleeve she’s dying to share.

Licking, Tracing, Biting, Oh My!— a little teasing never hurt anybody, especially not stiles, who wouldn’t dare complain when her tongues is…her fingers…her teeth…oh my!

She Brought Fries— sheriff was expecting scott to barge through the door, or their neighbor to complain about his son, not the reader with a bag of fries and an aim to please.

Suckling is Sweet— stiles can’t help but notice the cherry sucker the reader is nursing, nor can he help but to tipsily show her he can be confident too.

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IVE FOUND A FEW CURES TO THE S2E2 RETRAUMATIZATION THAT IS TLOU

“What Remains Of Us” —Stylesispunk

“Them Or Us” —Punkshort

“Stitches” —Pedgito

“Trouble” —Forever-rogue

“Still Here With Me” —Layaispunk

BONUS PEDRO COMFORT

“Mourning Through Joel” —Lazysoulwriter

LISTEN UP OKAY I played TLOU in high-school, I was aware of what I was getting myself into by watching the show. HOWEVER—

(TLOU S2 E2 Spoilers below the cut my friends)

—I was not expecting the mind melting trauma that would reignite within me the moment Joel had his body unforgivingly broken by Asshat during their impromptu golfing match.

*also keep in mind the actress is fantastic and it’s not her fault that the character she plays canonically murders an icon of a man so be kind*

That being said, I am DESPERATE and fully prepared to beg for someone to write a fix-it fic where the reader saves Joel from this nightmare of a timeline.

PLEASE. I WILL WRITE IT MYSELF IF I HAVE TO BUT DEAR READER HELP ME.

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LISTEN UP OKAY I played TLOU in high-school, I was aware of what I was getting myself into by watching the show. HOWEVER—

(TLOU S2 E2 Spoilers below the cut my friends)

—I was not expecting the mind melting trauma that would reignite within me the moment Joel had his body unforgivingly broken by Asshat during their impromptu golfing match.

*also keep in mind the actress is fantastic and it’s not her fault that the character she plays canonically murders an icon of a man so be kind*

That being said, I am DESPERATE and fully prepared to beg for someone to write a fix-it fic where the reader saves Joel from this nightmare of a timeline.

PLEASE. I WILL WRITE IT MYSELF IF I HAVE TO BUT DEAR READER HELP ME.

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HI, I am so excited to continue writing bits and bobbles for these two characters. If I were to add a tag list for any further parts would anyone like to be added?

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For all your STILES STILINSKI X GOTH!F!READER needs proceed to the following links, I’ve put them all in order from top to bottom. Top being the first ever published installment to the newest, newest being the link furthest down.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ I LIKE YOU IN RED ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ BLUE IS NERDY HOT ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ KISS IT BETTER ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

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KISS IT BETTER

I recommend reading this first for context

➙ Stiles Stilinski x Goth!F!Reader

➙ Stiles finally had gotten a chance to take a break from the bench. He felt pretty prepared, thinking he was aware of any possible outcome. Except for of course—the one that occurred.

what to expect…flirty fluff, stiles getting injured, possible second hand embarrassment for like a split second if you squint, annoying ass jock, read the title.

More Stiles x Goth!F!Reader Here

STILES FELT as though the entire world was spinning. His chest heaved and his back arched as he struggled to pinpoint what the hell had happened.

One moment he had been running across the field, glancing from the players to the crowd. Then the next, he was laid out flat. His head aching violently. Vision splitting like that of a cartoon character who’d been hit with a frying pan.

“Stilinski! Hey! Are you alright?”

He could make out the voice to be coach, the usually uncaring sarcastic man showing a bit more concern than usual. Likely due to the light amount of blood that drew down the side of his face. Starting at his temple.

Stiles groaned in response, only starting to piece together where he’d gone wrong when a blurry figure clad in black shoved through the crowd. Practically shoulder checking a concerned Scott and Isaac.

“Are you alright? Is he alright?” She hurriedly asked. Her voice sounding angelic to the boy.

“He’s probably concussed, shoulda stayed on the bench” one of the various players uttered, failing to be helpful. Snickering to himself as he leaned into another player to see if his lame attempt at a joke landed.

“You know what fuck face, you’re asking to be concussed so either do something helpful or shut up” she glared from her now crouched position beside stiles.

“What did you say to me freak?”

She stood, Scott filling in the empty space she left behind. Stiles trying to listen in as his two friends assisted coach in standing him up.

Nearly begging for the others to let him stay a moment longer to make sure she was alright on her own. Only to be dragged off without a second thought.

“I said, shut up otherwise I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to leave the bench until graduation” she answered. Ignoring the label she was given.

“As if you’d have that kind of pull” he scoff.

“I never said I needed any pull—“ she beamed, black stained lips pulled back to show her white teeth “—just a bat and your home address”

“Believe it or not, even a freak can access those details without so much as breaking a sweat when she works on the school paper” She stepped closer, whispering in an oddly sweet tone.

The jock backed up a step with a cold expression. Eyes wavering with untold emotion as she hummed happily and walked off to find where they’d taken stiles.

It took her less than three minutes to make her way into the boys locker room. Passing a semi confused Scott and Isaac on the way.

“You know, for my first lacrosse game it’s been anything but uneventful” she grinned as she found the boy with his elbows on his knees. One hand holding an ice pack to his temple.

“I-t-this is the boys locker room” he stuttered, clearing his throat and sitting up straight. Wincing when he moved quicker than he should have.

“Good to know that even a head injury can’t knock the stutter out of you” she teased, moving to sit beside him. Her legs, once again clad in sheer black, brushed his own.

“W-what I don’t—okay listen, I don’t stutter” he tried to deny, however even with the intention to be stable and sure—he found himself stammering in her presence. Frowning at his unsteady words.

“Aw don’t frown, it’s cute. Promise”

He would have melted had she given him time to process the compliment. Her hand coming out to gently grasp his wrist, tugging it low until she could see his wound.

There was a faint abrasion, likely caused by a rock that had been stuck in the turf. She clicked her tongue and released his wrist as soon as he had it placed back in the necessary location.

“How did you manage to get so distracted?” She questioned, having seen him lose complete focus from the audience. His running had become so staggered that an opponent was able to tackle him down. Knocking his stick out of his hand despite him not having the ball in the first place.

She had half the mind to go and slap the damn kid on their ass and drag them to the locker room to apologize.

“I—“ he blushed and closed his mouth. Nearly choking on air as he struggled to force himself to be as open and blunt as she had been recently.

She had complimented him twice now, even buying him Star Wars merchandise. How could he not want to just shower her in compliments?

He watched with ruby red cheeks as she tilted her head. She was being so patient with him. Her black lips quirking up softly. Eyes shimmering with reassurance. Rimmed with coal and Smokey shadows.

“I saw you in the audience and it caught me off guard” he finally blurted, earning a blink of surprise from the girl.

He quickly spouted off further reasoning. Rambling on and on about how it wasn’t her fault and that he likely would have gotten distracted anyways. Only to then take it back and explain that she was the only one who could distract him like that however he could have saw something weird in the distance or even tripped over a rock.

If she hadn’t lunged forward to press a chaste kiss to his jawline then maybe he would have continued.

She grinned as he spluttered and dropped his ice to the floor. Leaning down she grasped the ice and set it on his lap. Moving forward to press a second kiss to his upper cheek.

“One thing to know about my lipstick, is it is most definitely not smudge proof” she hummed, grabbing his chin and turning his head to press another kiss to his other cheek.

“Is this okay?” She murmured. Moving down to his jaw, then back up to his brow bone. Leaving one mark after the other. Each slightly lighter than the last.

“Y-yeah I—“ he choked on air, mumbling profanities to himself as she placed on near the center of his throat before migrating up to his forehead.

“Why—why are you—doing that exactly?” He asked unsteadily. Voice wavering with every touch of her lips. Body reacting in many ways, so much so that he couldn’t help but mentally thank her for placing the ice pack in his lap.

“N-not that I’m complaining” Stiles added hurriedly.

“It’s my fault that you got hurt isn’t it? It’s only fair that I kiss it better” she shrugged, placing a final kiss to the tip of his nose with a loud smack.

Stiles, dazed and red beneath the black kisses couldn’t be bothered to care about his pounding headache. Nor did he seem to pay any mind to the utter confusion that plagued his best friends features when he came back to check on him.

He was too busy thinking about how if this was what it would be like to be injured from here on out? He wouldn’t mind it at all.

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MASTER LIST💋

For all your STILES STILINSKI X GOTH!F!READER needs proceed to the following links, I’ve put them all in order from top to bottom. Top being the first ever published installment to the newest, newest being the link furthest down.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ I LIKE YOU IN RED ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ BLUE IS NERDY HOT ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ KISS IT BETTER ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ LICKING, TRACING, BITING, OH MY! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ s m u t

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ SHOTGUN? LIKE THE WEAPON? ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ SHE BROUGHT FRIES ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ SUCKLING IS SWEET ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ f l u f f

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BLUE IS NERDY HOT

I recommend reading this first for context

➙ Stiles Stilinski x Goth!F!Reader

➙ Stiles heads to the library before class, who knew blue was just as pretty a color or that perhaps—she paid him as much mind as he did her.

what to expect…flirty fluff, stiles stuttering and stressing, reader is most definitely enjoying every second.

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STILES WOULD be lying if he said he wasn’t a complete wreck over the note he’d been given. Barely getting a wink of sleep, only to then fly out of bed and frantically throw several different pieces of clothing around his room.

He didn’t have the heart to explain his panic to his dad, the sheriff having walked by his open door only to back track and stare at the disastrous scene. His spastic son sprawled out in the middle of a mess of flannels and graphic tees.

Even a few of his blazers from freshman year had managed to make their way into the piles.

After an hour of panic he finally decided on a blue flannel with red accents and a dark blue shirt. Typically he wouldn’t have cared so much about his clothing. Throwing on whatever clean top he could find.

However knowing that she actually found something he wore to be attractive. How could he not aim to make her feel that way again?

It was a while later when he stumbled into the library. Having texted Scott that he would meet up with him after class without any further explanation.

Stiles had almost expected to walk through the aisles and find her to have not shown. Stomach twisting when he made it through nearly four or so shelvings without any luck.

Only to start down the next and trip over something, sending him flat onto his stomach. He scrambled about until he was leaning on his hands—head facing what, or more specifically, who he had kicked.

Eyes widening tenfold when he caught sight of the girl he’d been searching for carefully rubbing the now sore spot on her calf. Black fingernails snagging on her ripped sheer tights.

“You know, we really need to work on our library habits” she giggled, referring to the last time he’d stumbled into her.

“S-sorry, I didn’t—I mean—well—are you o-okay?” He stammered, bringing an even wider smile to her scarlet painted lips.

“Nothing a bit of time can’t fix, are you alright?” She waved off his concern, shifting the conversation towards his own possible injuries.

“F-fine, I’m—yeah, I’m alright” he blushed. Looking down at the carpeted floor of the library. Only glancing her way when she patted the spot beside her for him to shuffle over to.

“You’re too far, I have something for you”

As he maneuvered, albeit nervously, to her side. She dug through her leather pack until she was able to pull out a stack of three items. Sliding them into his lap with a beaming smile.

His jaw dropped as he stared down at the slanted pile of Star Wars related literature. One hard cover graphic novel and two pristine condition comics.

“W-what—h-how—“

“You like them don’t you? I remember you quoted yoda thirty two times last year just during our English period. Plus there was that faded tee you used to wear with the blazers?” She rambled digging through her bag once more, oblivious to the look of awe on stiles face.

If she turned it may have looked as though he was glitching at the speed of which she confessed to how intently she seemed to have paid attention to him.

“I remember I was always so jealous of the one you wore often, it looked so soft—it was black I think? Maybe blue—speaking of blue—“

Stiles slammed his head back against the shelves in shock as she leant into his personal space. Hand gently touching the collar of his flannel, fixing the way it sat.

“It suits you, I prefer red on you—personally—but blue is nice too” she smirked, looking up into his wide eyes. Her pale makeup and dark liner looking extra beautiful up close.

“B-blue?” He stammered dumbly.

She nodded, fiddling with his collar before slowly trailing her hand down the inner bit, touching each button before letting go with a shrug.

“Yeah, blue is nerdy hot”

Stiles choked at the bluntness. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to it. How easily she’d confess to liking something on him.

Why couldn’t he do that? Why couldn’t he just blurt out how he thought her legs looked extra tempting when wrapped in sheer black?

She smiled amusedly down at her lap, plucking at the frayed edges of her black shorts. Rings clinking together with every movement.

Stiles went to say something, anything, but the bell rang—cutting him off. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to focus on his breathing. Feeling utterly pathetic as she gathered her things and stood.

“You’ll have to tell me if you like those, if you do then we can trade after” she offered, shouldering her bag.

“Trade?” He asked, clearing his throat. Opening his eyes to look up at her now towering figure. His throat bobbing as he gulped. Feeling rather small under her smoked out gaze.

“Yeah—you can read a comic of mine and I’ll read that one. Then we can talk about them” she put her hand out, wiggling her fingers when he didn’t immediately grab on.

He shakily snagged her hand and staggered to his feet. Clutching his new possessions tightly to his side. As if he was afraid to ruin them.

She patted his chest and lifted herself up on her toes. Whispering in his ear like she had the day before.

“It’ll be like our secret club”

If she hadn’t left so fast she likely would have seen the boy melt on the spot.

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I LIKE YOU IN RED

➙ Stiles Stilinski x Goth!F!Reader

➙ Stiles was always a bit of a mess in the face of a compliment, especially when it came from a girl. More specifically when it came from the, as Lydia Martin would say, Morticia Adam’s of Beacon Hills.

what to expect…flirty fluff, stiles being a complete flustered fool, reader is definitely doing this on purpose for many reasons.

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STILES WAS sitting in class, his leg bouncing rapidly as he stared at the teachers illegible handwriting on the board.

Coach was out for the first time in a billion years, leaving them with a sub who very clearly wanted to be anywhere else. Halfheartedly talking the students through the lesson. Voice so dull stiles found himself considering slamming his head repeatedly onto his desk for a moment of relief.

In fact, he even knocked his knuckles into the wooden desk to see how tough the surface was. If it would do the right amount of damage to keep him from having to listen to another second of whatever the hell was going on ahead of him.

He became so engrossed in his thoughts of sweet freedom that he hadn’t even realized his tapping had caught the attention of the girl behind him.

Which was surprising considering he’d all but nearly thrown himself into the chair in front of her at the start of class. Craving a chance to be close to her, even if it was to never even sneak a glance or so much as whisper a hello.

She tipped her head to the side, long wavy hair flowing over her black lace sleeves. Her lips, painted black were curved around the cap of her pen. Smoked out lids creasing as she observed him from behind. Thick liner raising on her features as she smiled.

The girl had noticed Stiles on various occasions.

When he first bumped into her freshman year and he all but blurted out that he had a hunch she was a vampire in her face. He expected her to slap him, however she simply giggled and said how flattered she was.

During lunch when he’s not so discreetly staring her down with a dumb look on his face. Nearly slamming his head onto his lunch tray whenever Scott redirects his attention to whatever nonsense they’re discussing.

Or, the memory she’s most fond of, was when he’d managed to trip and slam right into her in the library. He’d forced them both onto the floor right beside the gothic horror novels.

He spluttered and panicked, turning bright red while staring her down from above. She grinned and simply turned her head. Plucking the novel she’d been searching for off the bottom shelf.

She could recall how her heart ached in that moment, how pretty she thought he looked all red for her.

If he hadn’t sprinted from the library whispering out a frantic ‘oh god’ then perhaps she would have told him.

However, now, sat behind him. Listening to his tapping. She couldn’t help but to notice his red flannel. How red, whether it be his clothes or his cheeks, did suit him.

Very well.

She ripped a corner of her notebook off and wrote in an elegant script. Her black ink smudging against the side of her hand as she went. Nails tapping the table accidentally as she folded up the newly formed note.

Despite her attire the girl was still relatively shy when it came to being forward. Therefore she waited until class was complete to reach over and slip it into his flannel pocket.

Leaning down to whisper sweetly in his ear, her lipstick likely leaving a small bit of transfer on the tip as she spoke.

Stiles mouth dropped open the second her fingers brushed his chest. Her lips brushing his ear making him fist his fingers together and cover his mouth. Slouching down in order to hide his horribly obvious panic.

“You look pretty in red”

Then she was gone, walking off with a grin. His eyes were wide as he watched her go. Brain filled with static at the abrupt attention he’d been given.

It wasn’t until he got home that he even realized she’d given him a note. His hands frantically flailing about to catch the paper that fell from his top when he went to change out of it.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish as he stared down at her handwriting.

‘Meet me in the library tomorrow before class x’

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𖡡 p i n n e d - p o s t

WHO AM I? You might find yourself asking, and well…

WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW WEATHER BOY!

I’m just kidding, kinda.

You can call me Honey! I am twenty three years old, as of January 9th 2025, and I have had many tumblr pages over the years.

When I was younger I’d impulsively delete my Tumblr and Wattpad accounts from fear of being perceived, only to regret it later in life when I reminisced about the, likely, shitty writing I had shared and wished to reread just for fun.

ANYWAYS

I plan on writing random blurbs, imagines, readers, etc etc. I refuse to just let my ideas fall flat any longer. Especially since I’ve been focusing on my manuscript for a future novel I will be publishing. I need to funnel my fandom urges somewhere for Gaga’s sake.

Speaking of fandom urges, here are all the fandoms I enjoy when it comes to fan written content and media etc etc!

(aka people ill write about)

MASTERLIST

- Teen Wolf; Stiles, Isaac, Malia, Derek, Lydia, Alison

- Vampire Diaries; Stefan, Elijah, Caroline, Elena, Bonnie

- Doctor Who; 9th, 10th, 11th, Clara, Rose, Amy/Rory

- Sherlock; Sherlock, John

- Criminal Minds; Spencer, Penelope, Emily

- Bridgerton; Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise

- Supernatural; Sam, Dean, Cas, Charlie

- Babysitters a Vampire; Benny, Ethan, Rory, Sara, Erica

- Divergent; Four, Tris

- Harry Potter; Fred, George, Remus, Sirius

- The Office; Jim

- Stranger Things; Eddie, Steve, Robin, Nancy

- BG3; Astarion, Shadow Heart, Gale, Lae’zel

- Good Omens; Aziraphel, Crowley

- Marvel; Spiderman, Doctor Strange, Wanda, Agatha

- Twilight; Edward, Alice, Bella, Jasper

- Walking Dead; Rick, Daryl

- Pirates of the Caribbean; Jack

**keep in mind you can request a character from any of the above fandoms, or even outside of those listed—the only thing is I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to write them. I will however try my best or even offer to write the request for a character I am more familiar with**

Outside of writing, art and many other passions I am just a girl who loves to consume copious amounts of media in relation to my various hyper fixations :)

I was able to go see Dan & Phil live on tour after ten years of watching them religiously, my lesbian heart felt as full as ever—I was even able to bring my little brother with me and share the experience which made me want to cry!

(Happy tears, happy tears)

Some other things I adore would be watching Smosh, playing funny card games with friends, filming clips of myself and friends playing horror games because the screaming is hilarious to watch back, and MUSIC.

Man oh man am I a whore for a good bit of music.

If the writing or random interest that will likely be shared here and there sound exciting then by all means, stay tuned!!

HONEY 💋