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xoxoavenger · 5 months

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could you do any teen wolf character x reader where she doesn’t know she’s supernatural until the deadpool and everyone is trying to keep it from her bc maybe she’s a character’s sister?

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Who's Gonna Tell Her?

pairing: Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader

word count: 2876

warnings: canon typical gore (no detail)

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"Have you told your sister?" Scott asked as they got ready for the game.

"I'm not really sure how. Even I don't fully understand it." Liam told him, pulling his jersey on over his pads.

"Well, she's adopted, right?" Liam nodded at Scott's question. "She could have been born a supernatural but never known. It happened to Lydia."

"The assassin is going to be out tonight. You have to tell her soon." Stiles butt in, and Liam shook his head.

"She's dating Parrish; he can protect her until I figure out what to do." Liam told them, grabbing his stick and shutting his locker. They had been having the same rendition of this conversation for at least thirty minutes, and he was tired of fighting.

"Parrish doesn't know about the deadpool. He doesn't know that she's on it. He can't protect her if he doesn't know what to protect." Stiles pointed out. Scott nodded as he look to his beta.

"We have to at least tell him." Scott agreed, shutting his locker in unison with Stiles.

"Can't we just play lacrosse?" Liam asked. Scott and Stiles shared a look, frowning. They both knew Liam would never be able to 'just play lacrosse' again. "Look, the assassin is on the lacrosse team. Y/N and Parrish have a date night tonight anyway. We just need to worry about ourselves not getting killed." He pointed out, making the older boys nod.

"Alright, but after tonight, we have to figure out a plan." Stiles said as they turned their attention toward coach. He had been talking, giving some kind of speech, but it apparently wasn't important.

"It's only one night. She won't even be here." Liam said, mostly to himself. He was trying to keep from freaking out, because not only was he at risk of dying, but now his sister was too. The worst part was that he didn't even know what his sister was, and he wasn't sure anyone else would either.

"I don't want to have to cancel." Jordan said from his desk. His girlfriend was sitting on top of it, frowning. She had gone all out for this date, even shaving, and of course her boyfriend was busy.

"I know you don't." She looked down, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. She knew that he wouldn't cancel if he didn't have to, and it did look like he was drowning in work, but it still made her sad.

"The Sheriff is going to the lacrosse game and with all the murders happening-"

"Hey," Y/N grabbed his chin and made him look up, and he sighed as he looked at her gorgeous face. It always grounded him. "It's okay. Maybe I'll go to the lacrosse game too." They shared a kiss, and Jordan wished he could just leave his job.

"How's Liam?" He asked, making Y/N groan.

"I know you are not asking about my brother in the few short moments we have together." He chuckled, kissing her again. He wanted to tell her about Meredith, who was in the Sheriff's office and the reason why he had to cancel, but that meant he could lose his job. He knew that weird things were happening, but he didn't know how to describe it. And part of him - the selfish part - didn't want to somehow endanger or worry her.

"Sorry." He smiled, and Y/N returned it. She got up to leave, giving him a few quick pecks before walking out. "I love you." He called making her smile wider and turn around

"I love you too."

When she got to her car, she tried to call Liam, but it just went to voicemail. She figured he was warming up, so she'd just go anyway. She let his recorded voice ring out as she turned the car on, putting it in reverse as the line beeped.

"Hey, Liam, it's me. Jordan had to cancel, so I'm gonna be coming to your game." It was silent for a second as she thought about what else to say, but ultimately came up empty. "Alright, well, see ya soon! Love you!" She hung up, throwing her phone into the passenger seat and pulling out of the station.

"Liam, is that your sister next to Mason?" Stiles asked the group. They all turned to look into the stands, and Liam put his hands to his head, trying not to break his helmet as emotions ran quickly through him.

"What is she doing here?" Scott turned, and Liam shook his head as he began to freak out.

"She had a date with Parrish! She isn't supposed to be here!" Liam said, the others looking at each other to figure out how to calm him down. She smiled and waved from her place in the bleachers, alone, without Parrish. She was sitting with Mason and Violet, which honestly almost made Liam feel worse. But, she didn't know Malia or Lydia - she had only heard Liam talk about the juniors at random times. As Liam scanned the crowd, he wasn't even sure they were here anyway.

"It's okay, we'll keep an eye on her. As long as she doesn't come out onto the field, we'll be good." Scott patted Liams shoulder before jogging to his position as Coach began to yell at them.

They were losing by one point, only a couple minutes in, and Y/N could tell something was wrong.

"Who are you guys playing?" She asked Mason, who looked at her as if she were crazy. The two had only been introduced once at the Dunbar house, but Y/N didn't know anyone else to sit with; her step-dad was working and her mom had some sort of club tonight.

"You don't know?" Mason asked as Liam got knocked to the ground. Y/N gasped and stood, not even noticing the other team had scored. When Liam got up and took off his helmet and began to shake off his gloves, she realized.

"Oh my God." She whispered, sitting back down. "We're playing Devenford."

"Yeah." Mason confirmed, watching Liam get held back from a fight. Y/N looked around, realizing the Sheriff had never made it. She wondered what the hold up was at the station, and what Jordan was doing.

The game passed, Kira scoring the first goal but then immediately being taken out. There was definitely some extra tension on the field, Y/N noticed, even within their own team. The game kept getting more brutal, and sure enough soon Liam was being flipped over two other players. Y/N didn't have time to think before she was running down, her brother's screams igniting her older sister instincts. She made it to the field, pushing everyone away until she got to her little brother on the ground.

"Liam! Oh my God, are you alright? What's hurt?" She asked. She went through her mental checklist, but she didn't finish before two other players were hauling him up. "Hey!" She screamed, pushing them away.

"How hard did you hit him?" Number 11 asked her bother, and Liam shook his head slightly.

"I didn't." He answered, and Y/N pushed the other boy away.

"Liam, where does it hurt? Is anything broken?" She asked, checking his arms. It wasn't long before she found the broken bone bulging out of his arm.

"Ow." Number 24 commented, but Y/N ignored him.

"Alright, let's get you to the hospital. I can try to reset it, but-"

"No," Liam breathed as Number 11 took off his gloves. He looked at Liam as he took his arm, and Y/N tried pushing him away again.

"Hey, stop! You're going to hurt him!" She yelled, but Liam shook his head.

"Y/N, let Scott fix it." He told her. She stood still, not sure what was going on. How was this high school senior going to fix a broken arm? Her heart was racing, head spinning as all she could think about was if Liam would be okay.

"Close your eyes." Scott told Liam. Y/N watched as Scott twisted the bone back in and Liam cried out, and she really pushed him that time. Scott went flying back, and she quickly began to check Liam's arm. She didn't notice the looks the others gave her at the display of unusual strength.

"I-I don't understand, how is there no discoloration? No blood?" It seemed Liam's arm was as good as new as she checked it, and Liam moved to place his hands over her's.

"Y/N, I promise I'll explain, just wait until after the game, please." Liam told her. She nodded, trusting him, but a terrible feeling began in her gut. She watched Scott and Liam both shoot their heads toward another player, Scott immediately searching his own body.

"Are you cut? Did Garret cut you?" He asked Liam. Liam looked at his arms, shaking his head.

"No, no. I'm okay." He told Scott, the two of them looking at their teammate. Y/N placed her hands over her abdomen where the pain was coming from, surprised to feel a liquid there. Apparently her gut feeling was a bit more than a feeling.

"Then he missed." Scott said, but Y/N just shook her head. She was beginning to feel faint, like her head was clouded.

"I don't think he missed." She muttered, pulling her hands away from her dark sweater to reveal the blood on them. She began to fall, and Scott and Liam moved to grab her as she fell. She grabbed Liam's jersey, pain coursing through her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes flashed purple. Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"What does that mean?" Liam asked, holding her close.

"I don't know, but we have to get her out of here without anyone else seeing." Scott told Liam, the two of them looking around. They had no idea where to go, where someone wouldn't see them.

"We just have to go for it." Stiles said. Everyone was focused on Brett, who was still down, so the four of them slinked out, Scott holding Y/N. They made it to the jeep, where Y/N was laid in the backseat with Liam.

"Should we call Parrish?" Scott asked, and Stiles just shook his head.

"Lydia just cracked another third of the deadpool." He said, looking between his phone and the road. Scott took the phone, looking at the list.

"Am I on it?" Liam asked, scooting up.

"What the hell are you all talking about?" Y/N groaned, her eyes flashing purple once more. "And why is everything so loud?" She cried, pressing her hands to her head. The engine sounded like it was inside her brain, echoing and rattling her skull.

"Someone else is on it." Scott commented, showing Liam. He sucked in a breath as the Alpha took back the phone. Of course Parrish was on the list.

"Please someone call Jordan. I want to talk to him before I die." Y/N said, sitting up. She groaned, realizing the shirt Liam had been wearing under his uniform was pressed to her abdomen, which was still profusely bleeding.

"You aren't going to die." Stiles rolled his eyes before looking in the rearview mirror. "Probably."

"Stiles!" Scott scolded. They couldn't be telling her that she was going to die on her first supernatural experience.

"Where are we going, this isn't the way to the hospital." Y/N commented as she focused her eyes. She had never been in this part of town, only having moved with Parrish last month. Before, she had lived in the neighboring town with her family. When her mom had married Dr. Geyer and moved to Beacon Hills, Y/N had already moved out.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles winked at her through the mirror, but she wasn't looking. She was on her phone, trying to find Parrish's contact. Just as she was going to press on it, it was pulled from her.

"You can't call him." Liam said, snatching her phone out of her hand.

"Why," Y/N stopped, falling back against the wall of the car and groaning as a wave of pain hit her. She opened her mouth in pain, not even realizing her incisors had grown. Liam looked terrified as she cried out, eyes flashing purple once more. This was not the face of a werewolf.

"Guys!" Liam called. Scott turned, eyes widening when he saw what was going on. Y/N was still withering in pain, oblivious to what they were talking about. She flopped against Liam finally, who was freaking out.

"Holy shit," Scott whispered as Stiles turned into the parking lot. Her eyes closed and the incisors went back to normal, but she was barely breathing now.

"We need to get her inside!" Liam yelled, helping Scott get her out. They made it to the door and into clinic quickly, Deaton looking only mildy surprised as they burst through the door.

"She has purple eyes and fangs!" Stiles yelled, but Liam growled at him immediately.

"She was stabbed. It has to be poison." He informed the vet. Deaton nodded, then looked at them.

"I have to cut her chest open to extract the poison. See how she's foaming at the mouth?" Once Deaton pointed it out the obvious, and the other's nodded. "I need you to hold her down." He told Liam and Scott. The two move to each side, where she was seizing.

"Won't cutting her open kill her?" Liam asked as Deaton cut her clothes open. He grabbed a scalpel, pressing it to her skin.

"If she is what you say she is, and she is effected this bad by the wolfsbane, then she'll be fine." Deaton couldn't waste any more time, pressing the scalpel into her skin and cutting. Just as he had finished the incision, police sirens were heard outside.

"Did you tell your dad?" Scott turned to Stiles, able to let go of the girl now. She was laying still on the table, breathing evenly.

"No, dude, I swear." Stiles shook his head, and Parrish came running in.

"What did you do to her?" He yelled, pushing past everyone until he was right next to her.

"You cut her open? What the hell are you thinking?" Jordan held her hand, pushing her hair out of her face. He was shaking as he looked at the bloody cut, holding her hand but not sure what to do to help. He couldn't even think of a plausible reason why the boys would take her to a vet when she was clearly hurt, and he was even more baffled by the fact that the vet thought he was qualified enough to cut into her like a surgeon.

"Parrish, just-just calm down, okay?" Liam said cautiously, but Jordan looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"This is your sister we're talking about! How are you fine?" Jordan had tears falling out of his eyes, then turned to Deaton. "You! You're a veterinarian, not a human doctor! This is illegal on so many levels! As soon as I make sure she gets to the hospital, you're coming with me!" Jordan yelled, not paying attention to Y/N anymore.

"Parrish, she's okay." Scott told him, making him look at her. She no longer had the long gash going down her torso. Jordan simply stared, not sure what had just happened.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, sniffling as he looked around the teens and doctor in the room. There was no actual explanation for this, he was sure of it. They had to be pranking him for some sick reason.

"There's a conversation we have to have." Scott told him, but before he could get any further, Y/N was breathing in and opening her eyes. They were purple, making Jordan even more confused.

"Y/N, what's going on?" He asked, but she just closed her eyes and groaned. When she opened her eyes again, they were normal.

"Jordan? What happened?" Y/N asked, looking around as Jordan took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, letting her zip it up. She felt her torso, realizing her stab wound was gone. "What is going on?" She looked up at Liam, who was blinking dumbly.

"I have no idea." He said, and Y/N was about ready to lose her shit.

"What do you mean?" She cried out, feeling Jordan tense next to her. She turned to see Liam looking completely fine. "Your arm was broken, like twenty minutes ago!" She saw her brother looking completely fine.

"I told you so," Stiles muttered, and Y/N wished she had something to throw at him.

"You didn't tell us shit," Liam said, instantly annoyed.

"Yes! I did!" Stiles exploded, looking very offended. "I literally said 'You need to tell her.' I believe those were the exact words that came out of my mouth."

"Tell me what?" Y/N asked, tired of watching her brother and his friend bicker.

"What?" All three teenagers asked at the same time, wide eyes looking completely guilty.

"Liam," Her big sister eyes came out, which made Liam cower slightly.

"It's a long story," He starts, turning to Scott as if he would explain everything. Y/N was staring intently at Liam, brows furrowed and eyes angered. She screamed when Scott turned to her with red eyes.

"Oh my God," She whispered, leaning back against Jordan. She closes her eyes. "What the actual fuck?"

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hotchfiles · 3 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [GLASS TIES] ❞

request by lovely anon who loves isaac and pain. pairing: isaac lahey x reader. summary: isaac and you share the perfect summer fling. those ties don't last when summer ends. content warnings: mentions of sex and death. there's like a huge teen wolf spoiler but i mean the show is over for years now. word count: 1,4k+

working during summer wasn't your ideal way to enjoy the warm days and freedom from school work, unfortunately the city library needed help and you needed all the extra crap possible to make your resume look nice, full and interesting for colleges, so you'd spend three afternoons a week helping nerdy teens and old ladies find the books they wanted, register it as they borrowed it and more recently, read to a group of children once a week.

it wasn't the worst job, it could be quite fun... but it was mostly just silence, quietness and a bit of boredom, you enjoyed having access to that many books, but even you got tired of reading after a while, so when the most beautiful guy you've ever seen waited for you to notice him, you were busy laughing at your phone like an idiot.

and he could've faked a cough or anything of the sort to call you out, but instead he decided to simply lean down and insert his head in between your face and your phone, looking directly at you as he did so and making you screech from the scare. "oh my god, what're you doing?"

"getting your lazy ass back to work, apparently." he's nonchalant, his smirk makes him annoyingly handsome, and you'd remember those eyes and those curls anywhere.

isaac lahey, a year older than you, blue eyes, golden curly locks, greek god possibly. you blinked quickly and shook your head, so nervous you couldn't even think of a comeback to his sneaky comment. "so-sorry, do you need help?"

"need a book."

"good, we have some of those here, yes." you found your breach to tease him and you took it without even thinking, trying not to panic as the words left your mouth. isaac enjoyed it though, laughing and nodding along.

"sure, yeah, sorry. werewolves, uh, the less... fictional the better." you're about the laugh it off, yeah right. but he was completely serious, if only a bit concerned about having to ask for those.

you nodded and thought for a minute, putting up key words on the system to see if you could find anything. "we have some really old ones in our more special section, but they can't leave the building. also i wouldn't call them non fictional... i mean, werewolves right?" you shrug, chuckling lightly and he's oh, extremely amused, genuine laughing and you're not sure why. "but uh... they're quite old and kinda damaged, so we don't really know what the purpose of it was."

you take him to the back of the library and shows him the two books you mentioned, they are big, old and dusty and isaac has the time of his laughing laughing at how much you were sneezing back there. "glad you're having fun, but lower your voice, funny boy." you whisper shaking your head disapprovingly, but your smile was too difficult to hide.

you go back to the reception after telling him the library rules again, thinking that would probably be it; but it wasn't.

he took the books to where you were working, taking the closest table to you. he would spend minutes on end just reading, looking beautifully focused, but then he would glance at you and catch you staring at him, isaac would then smile, tell you to go back to work as you told him to keep his voice down.

it was the most fun you had since the summer started.

isaac went back to the library every day after that, shamelessly leaving if you weren't working until he memorized the days you would be there. he truly wasn't much of a library guy, but he enjoyed spending time with you there. it was quiet, much quieter than his mind and his life, but still, it wasn't boring, at least not for him.

after the first week the books didn't matter, not giving him much more information for what he was going through, making you blush though, that mattered a lot and he noticed he was quite good at it.

he was getting used to having girls looking at him more, but something in you stood out. he figured out soon it was simply the fact you've been secretly glancing at him even before he changed. turned.

you would make comments as he walked you home after your shift ended, and he knew you didn't even notice how endearing it was or how much of a tell it was, so not a bike guy anymore? or you gained some weight, right? like, not in a bad way, not that gaining weight is bad, you're just... stronger now.

isaac felt connected to you somehow because of that, you had no idea of what he was, or how bad his life was before, but still, you liked him even then, even when he was broken and you didn't even know him. knowing someone paid some attention to him back then gives him conflicted feelings, but most of them are good. warm. tender.

you make him feel soft. and normal. and wanted. and he knows he could've made his move on you much sooner, but oh, he enjoyed the pining, the blushing, the way you bit your lower lip and tucked your hair behind your ear whenever he complimented you. he enjoyed the teasing too much.

after he kissed your lips for the first time though, he figured out what he enjoyed more than the teasing.

you.

being a werewolf in a freak city meant he didn't always have the amount of time he wished he had to spend with you. but that summer, all the time he had at his dispose was spent with you. calling you, texting you, working with you.

he would take you to late night movies, bowling and ice cream, so terribly charming even when he awkwardly ended up meeting your mom after sneaking in and cuddling with you all night, she adored him. gave him a pass to sleep over as long as he didn't sneak in and the door to your room was always open.

you both followed the rules strictly, but your mom wasn't a light sleeper, so what started with you guiding his hand down your pants ended up with him taking your virginity. slowly, quietly, tenderly. he locked eyes with you and didn't glance away for one second that night. told you words that were probably too soon to be said.

the three words left your lips like a secret, matching his.

things changed when summer ended, school coming at you in full speed.

and maybe it was your fault, with all ap classes, extracurricular, volunteer works you put yourself through, or maybe it was the naivety of not asking what you two were, of not labeling what you both shared before the outside world came into play.

or maybe it was isaac's fault, and the way his outspoken personality sometimes served as a shield to his secretive actions. whatever it really was, you would barely see each other at school, each with your own little friend group, different classes, you were lucky to catch him in the hallways, where he would smile at you and touch your hand lightly as if you two were a secret.

were you? not exactly, but isaac wanted to keep you away from the mess, away from the killing, the blood, the fear. he didn't want to taint what you both had, so the more you didn't have time, the more he got away from you, slipped from your fingers.

and before you could even fight it, try anything to keep him, there was allison.

laughing with him, touching his arms, knowing things about him you would never dream about, you could see it, even from afar, the eyes of two people who connected.

confidants.

it broke you. but you couldn't do anything about it, you felt like it was your fault, as if your oh so busy academic life pushed him away. you let him go, no more texts, no more looking for a glance and a soft touch pass the hallways.

for weeks it was almost like it never happened, like your life was ever the same, like it didn't change past summer. of course you would go through the texts you shared from time to time, shed a few tears and pretend to get over it. and it worked.

until he was at your door sobbing. bloody. completely lost.

allison was dead. and nothing would ever be the same again.

#isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey scenario #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf scenario #isaac x reader #isaac x you #isaac x y/n #reqs!#i kinda hate it but #IT IS WHAT IT IS

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totally-bogus-timelady · 7 months

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Make do and Mend

Fwb!Steve Harrington x Fem reader

Chapter 2: The Proposition

A/N Here it is, chapter 2! Things are getting spicy at Family Video. As always comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and id love to hear some of your thoughts! Complete filth below. Enjoy!

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You spent your day at Family Video cleaning, serving people and restocking shelves, but only one thing was playing on your mind.

Steve Harrington had no idea of the impact that his words had had on you.

"We are in the same situation." Kept echoing in your head.

You were so sick of feeling despair. Missing Eddie and knowing that there was nothing that you could do about it but wait for the gut wrenching pain to eventually pass.

But if you could have a distraction? Something that would take your mind off it and just make you feel a little better about yourself, even if it was just for a few minutes... Surely that would be better than moping around or waking up in the middle of the night with tears streaming down your face.

Would it really hurt to just ask? The worst Steve could say was no. You were close enough friends that you knew he would understand and turn you down gently rather than make fun of you. If anyone understood how you felt it would be Steve, you were both suffering from heartbreak after all.

You continued to sweep the floor, broom sticking to one spot where Dustin had spilled his pop drink the day before whilst trying to convince Steve to let him rent a horror movie way above his age rating.

Just then a loud crash sounded from the back room startling you out of your thoughts.

"Oh come on!" You heard Steve exclaim.

Resting your broom against the wall, you made your way over to where the commotion was, only to be met with the sight of pure chaos.

The back room was a mess. There was a trolley on its side and a mass of tapes spilled out all over the floor. A very defeated looking Steve was standing there with his mouth hanging open, eyes going between his inventory sheet and the mess on the floor.

"Inventory not going well?" You asked as you came to a stop beside him.

He turned to look at you. "I knocked over the trolley and now all the tapes I had sorted are mixed with the ones I haven't, so now I gotta start all over again!" Steve whined, throwing his hands in the air, waving his inventory sheet around.

Steve crouched down to start collecting the tapes off the floor. You got on your knees opposite him to help.

"Not your day huh?" You gave him a soft smile.

Steve looked up at you his frown softening a little. "No, I guess not... Sorry, I know I'm being a grouch."

"Don't be, you're just having a bad day is all," You say whilst looking for the case to Teen Wolf.

"Seem to be having a lot of those lately."

You look up and take a moment to study him.

His hair was as usual perfectly tousled to get as much volume as possible, giving him his signature killer look. Big brown eyes, wide and sad as they mostly were these days and eyebrows slightly furrowed. You followed the slope of his nose right down to his pouty lips.

If the word 'overthinking' had a face, it would be Steve's.

"Steve..."

It was now or never.

"Yeah?" He looked up at you

This wouldn't just be for you, you decided. It would be for Steve as well. You both needed this.

After all, would doing this just once really be that big of a deal?

You were gonna ask him.

"About what you said earlier... About getting over someone by just having a fling..." You trailed off, biting your lip.

"What about it?" He replied, looking somewhat confused.

"Well, I was just thinking... Erm, I don't wanna go on a date with anyone either, even if it is purely just for sex... And I was just thinking - It's totally okay for you to say no - but I was just thinking that, well, maybe we could... Help eachother out?" Your ramble came to a stop as you braved a look at Steve.

His brow was furrowed, mouth slightly agape.

"What, like... Set you up with someone?"

Sometimes Steve could be so brilliantly oblivious it still amazed even you.

"Erm," You cleared your throat awkwardly, "No, not that..."

You took in a deep breath and watched as you waited for Steve to catch up with you.

His face went from confused to more confused before his eyes widened and it finally settled on shock. It would've been comical if you weren't so anxious.

"Wait! You wanna- With me?" He pointed towards himself, "You're- You're suggesting that me and you- Oh my god, OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed, hand now running through his hair.

"Steve I- It's just an idea! I- You can say no!"

"But- It would... Wouldn't it- You're my friend Y/N! I don't..." After flailing his hands around he closed his eyes, hands finally settling on pinching his nose.

"Steve, I don't... I'm not asking you out, I don't wanna date you. I mean no offence, you're a great guy its just, you are my friend. It would only be a one time thing... I just thought, maybe we could... Help eachother out."

Steve was now standing, pacing the room, still pinching his nose.

You let out a huff of air, feeling stupid. How could you have thought this would be a good idea?

He stops pacing and turns to you.

"You make it sound like you want me to take out your trash for you Y/N! You're talking about me and you having," He pauses and lowers his voice, "Sex..."

You look down and shuffle awkwardly.

"You're right... Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget it, this conversation never happened... Sorry."

"Y/N"

Just then you heard Robin call out from the front of the store.

"Uh, guys! It's getting kinda busy out here, could someone come and help!"

Before Steve could say anything else you turned on your heel and fled the room as quickly as possible.

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Two hours later and Robin's shift had ended. Two hours after that and the silence was killing you. Just one hour left to go...

Apart from the odd straggler hanging around the adult section the store had been pretty quiet for the last hour, leaving you to rush around doing jobs that could wait in order to avoid Steve, who was still trying to do his inventory out the back.

He had popped out every now and then but had barely said two words to you.

All you kept thinking was, how could you have been so stupid?

Steve was your friend, Your coworker that you have to see at least five days out of seven. He was friends with all of your friends. Of course he didn't want to sleep with you! Why would he? Even before you knew eachother properly he hadn't ever hit on you. Not that you wanted him to anyway, but there was clearly no interest in that side of things with you.

You were behind the counter when Steve finally came back out.

"Well, three hours later and my inventory is done and the back room is tidy again... Well as tidy as it normally is..."

He had decided to brave it and came over to stand next to you, albeit with a little more distance between you than there would normally be.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he turned to look at you.

"Hey, uh... You okay?"

Avoiding eye contact you turned to leave. "I'm gonna go and make a coffee."

"You're making a coffee at 10pm?" He said looking exasperated.

"Well, I want a coffee, I don't care if it's 10pm."

"Bullshit."

You turn back to look at him now leaning against the counter, arms still crossed.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said that's bullshit, you're avoiding me," He gave you the signature Steve Harrington mom face.

"What do you want me to say? Yes I'm avoiding you! Wouldn't you avoid someone if you'd humiliated yourself in front of them earlier?" You say.

"What, so you're not even gonna talk about it? You're just gonna run away again. You know, you're the one who suggested it! You're the one who made the awkward situation in the first place, not me!"

You stride back over to him, finger jabbing into his polo shirt.

"Oh, so this is all my fault? You know this is exactly why I didn't wanna talk about it!"

"You said a one time thing."

You frown, confused at Steve's words.

"What?"

"You said a one time thing..." Steve's eyes glance at your lips.

"Yeah but... You don't want to..."

"Actually, I do... Actually, I think its a pretty good plan. No first date nerves, no worrying about if they wanna see you again. Just sex..."

"Steve, stop humoring me," You sighed.

Steve pulled you closer to him, now pressing you into the counter with his own body.

"Does it feel like I'm humoring you?" He whispered in your ear.

You gasp.

Where Steve was pressing himself against you, you could feel a long firmness pressing into your hip that was unmistakably a hard on.

"Ever since our conversation, it's all I've thought about all day. Think it's probably the longest I've gone without thinking about Nancy," He stops to push some hair out of your face. "So yeah. If you still wanna do this, I wanna do this."

You stop, thinking about what he's just said and realize, You've barely thought about Eddie since this morning. Pretty much all day, your thought's were consumed by Steve... by this.

You lean you head back to get a better look at Steve. His pupils are blown wide, his mouth slightly ajar.

The air is thick with a sexual tension that you didn't realize you and Steve were capable of creating.

He looks down at your lips, waiting for you to make the first move. You can feel his heartbeat thumping against his chest where your hand is still pressed up against him.

You run both hands slowly up his chest until they reach the whisps of hair at the base of his neck, fingers tangling in and tugging. Steve nudges his nose against yours gently before finally pressing his lips to yours.

It feels strange at first. Steve is kissing you. Steve is kissing you. And then you relax.

Fingers bury themselves into his hair, pulling and tugging. His hands grip your hips and press you harder against the counter.

He's making out with you like a man starved of physical affection, tongue slipping into your mouth making you whimper.

"Steve..." You breathe out against his lips.

He's panting, still pressing himself into you.

"Ugh, say that again," He breathes into your ear, now moving his kisses to your jaw, your neck and finally he's sucking on your throat making you gasp again.

"Steve," You say louder this time, panting out his name.

His leg at some point had made its way between yours and was slowly grinding up against your core, making your eyes roll back.

"Break room?" You ask, still trying to catch your breath.

"Yeah," He nods eagerly.

He presses you against every wall on the way, still making out with you, walking you backwards through the door until the back of your legs hit the break room table.

Steve's hands fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing each one and you shuffle to get your arms out of the sleeves before untucking Steve's polo and pulling it above his head. He then starts undoing his belt before you smack his hands away and pull him closer to you, slipping it out of his beltloops and tossing it somewhere in the room.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling his mouth back down to yours and nibble on his bottom lip eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Oh," He whimpers against your mouth, "Oh god, Y/N."

Your other hand palms him over his jeans before popping the button and dragging the zip down. Your hand reaches in and continues its ministrations.

Steve lets out another load groan.

He pushes you back and starts to kiss his way down your chest. Sucking just outside the cup of your bra.

"Oh, Steve!"

He stops what he's doing and looks up at you. Even though you're friends he takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you look like this. Sweaty, panting and your eyes half lidded.

"You like that?" He asks.

You open your eyes and look at him, "Don't get cocky Harrington."

Steve huffs out a laugh, "Alright, Alright. We doing this or what."

"Hey, you're the one who stopped not me," You laugh.

Steve grins, shaking his head and you sit up to undo your jeans, pulling them down as Steve does the same with his own.

"Nice undies," You say, smirking whilst nodding towards his checkered boxers.

"Shut up," Steve whines.

"Or what?" You challenge.

Steve smirks, "Or I'll make you shut up."

You're about to reply when Steve sinks to his knees and starts mouthing at your thighs, making his way closer to your center, turning you into a moaning mess.

His nose nudges against your panties and he starts to pull them down, a string of wetness still connecting them to you. Steve's mouth hangs open.

"You get this wet for me?" He sounds almost surprised.

"What'd I tell you about being co- Oh my god! Steve!"

He licked a stripe up the whole of your pussy before he finds your clit, toying with it expertly with his tongue.

Your head bangs against the table as you writhe around in pleasure.

"Fuck... Yes!"

Steve, still toying with your clit moves his large hands from your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he does and slowly pushes two of his fingers into your pussy. He moves them in and out of you, each thrust deeper than the last until you're screaming his name.

"Oh god, Steve! Don't stop... Fuck!" You scream.

Steve removes himself from your pussy with a loud smacking noise. Fingers still pushing in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, he kisses his way up your body until you're face to face again.

He gives you a short kiss before asking, "You sure you wanna do this?" A small crease of concern visible in his brow.

"Bit late for that now isn't it?" You ask breathlessly, still grinding onto his fingers.

Steve looks at you, eyes flitting between both of yours, looking for an answer.

"It's not too late. I mean it... If you've changed your mind, then we can stop whenever you want," Steve says it with such sincerity.

You stop your movements for a few seconds, Your eyes searching Steve's big brown ones. Your hand comes up to push his hair back, out of his face and you pull him back down to you again, giving him a slow, deep kiss.

"I want to do this Steve. I haven't changed my mind."

You give him a small, genuine smile and he mirrors your expression, a relieved grin taking over his face.

"Okay, good, me too."

With that, Steve takes a second to shimmy out of his boxers and gives himself a couple of pumps before lining himself up with you. You look down before he pushes in and your eyes go wide at the sheer size of him.

"Holy shit Steve! How long have you been packing that?" You exclaim, now feeling a little nervous. Steve was huge, bigger than you'd expected him to be.

He looks back at you, brows furrowed once again. "Is it... Gonna be a... A problem?" He asks timidly.

You raise your eyebrows at him.

"No, I just... Wasn't expecting you to be quite that big is all."

Steve's looking at you, now unsure how to proceed, lost in his own thoughts again.

"Steve," You say, regaining his attention, "You can carry on, just... Maybe start off slow," You let out with a nervous huff.

With one last look at you, Steve pumps himself again before you feel him run his tip up and down your pussy, making you shiver slightly in anticipation.

"Stop teasing," You whimper.

"Sorry."

And finally, with a loud groan, Steve pushes in.

Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp as Steve sits, buried deep within you. He stops, cock now completely sheathed by your pussy.

You're face to face, breathing in eachothers gasps. Steve kisses your lips before letting out a sharp breath.

"Oh god, please tell me I can move now," He whines pathetically, making you grin.

"You can move."

Steve didn't need to be told twice. He pulls out and pushes back in once slowly and then he's like a wild animal. Desperately pushing in and out of you, shaking the table underneath you. One hand comes around your thigh and pushes it back, making you moan loudly at the new angle Steve has created.

In all the years that stories had circulated at school about what a sex god Steve Harrington was, how amazing he was in bed. None of them compared to this. Never did you imagine he would actually be this good.

One of your hands comes up between you and runs through his chest hair, tugging lightly before sliding up even further and carding through his hair.

A relieved sigh falls from your open mouth as Steve sucks on your neck. He was right, this was exactly what you needed to forget the pain. The feeling of intimacy, the closeness to another person and the high of your impending orgasm. For these few moments with Steve, your mind was at peace.

"Oh, shit... I'm getting close," Steve pants.

"Ugh... Me too... Oh, Steve!" At your words, Steve had brought a finger to circle at your clit, sending you even closer to your orgasm.

With the hand that's in Steve's hair you bring him closer to you, your mouth working his once more. Deviously, you purposely clench your pussy around Steve, squeezing him, milking his dick. Steve lets out an animalistic growl before shouting your name as he comes within you.

The feeling of Steve's cock pulsing as he comes sends you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you moan his name one last time.

Steve pulls out and flops down next to you on the table. You lay in a comfortable silence for a minute, the only sound being both of you panting as you try to regain your breaths.

Steve turns his head to look at you.

"How was it?" He asks genuinely.

Still facing the ceiling you answer him.

"Well, the stories are true... You definitely know your way around that area."

Steve starts chuckling and after a second you join in.

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Once you've both finally regained your strength, you start searching for your various items of clothing and get dressed.

Steve starts setting things in motion to shut the store, locking the back door and flipping off lights as you tidy up the mess you've both made in the break room and sort out your messy hair.

You grab both yours and Steve's jackets, handing him his as he meets you back in the doorway to the breakroom.

You both head towards the main door, shrugging your jackets on.

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow morning?" Steve asks.

"What?" You say puzzled.

"For work," Steve says as if you're stupid, confusion now gone from your face as you remember that you, Steve and Robin have another shift together tomorrow. "What, you didn't think I was gonna give you an early morning wakeup call did you?" Steve adds cheekily.

"Wha- No... Oh shut up!" You laugh again, shoving his shoulder as you go to leave.

"Although," He says following you out the door before turning to lock it behind you both, "If you ever want one just let me know," He continues his teasing.

"Steve!" You huff out with another laugh.

"Alright, alright, I'm done," He turns back to you now with a sincere expression, "Thanks, by the way. This was great, totally took my mind off... You know," Steve lifts a hand and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Me too. Thanks Steve," You give him a genuine smile as he stands there gawking stupidly.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Go home," You instruct, corners of your lips still lifted.

Steve looks as if he's suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Eyebrows lifted he backs away in the direction of his car.

"Right, See you tomorrow, Friend," He grins, putting emphasis on the word 'friend'.

"See you tomorrow, friend," You return with a grin of your own as he finally turns away from you to get in his car. You start walking in the other direction to do the same.

As you sit in the drivers seat you look at your reflection in the mirror and think about how much happier you look since this morning. Still tired, yes. But significantly happier.

You jam your key into the ignition and drive off.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #fwb steve #fwb steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #make do and mend

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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Yandere Dick Grayson headcanons/Yandere Nightwing headcanons

Dick Grayson x reader. Yandere!Dick Grayson x reader/ Yandere Dick Grayson x Reader

Nightwing x reader. Yandere!Nightwing x reader/ Yandere Nightwing x Reader

Word count: 3236 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, toxic family relations, obsession, manipulation.

I’m imagining that the two of you met each other when you were young. Maybe you were a part of Teen Titans or Young Justice. Let’s say that you were someone’s sidekick. It doesn’t matter whose, as long as it isn’t Batman’s.

At first, he wouldn’t notice you much, he was too interested in Starfire, Koriand’r. And he already had a best friend in the form of Kid Flash, Wally West.

You were likely not the team’s best fighter, not the worst either, just an average, middle-of-the-road hero sidekick, who followed your leader’s orders and got your job done with minimal obstacles. Perhaps you were also a bit of a lone wolf, doing most of your missions alone or with one specific teammate who’s your best friend on the team… Your version of a Wally, if you will… This would certainly keep your true skills and personality hidden from Dick longer.

For years, you were just another teammate to Dick. His friend? Certainly! But nothing more…

Then one day, during an incredibly dangerous mission, luck isn’t on the team’s side. You’re all hunched together behind a large object within some rogue’s lair, and Dick is trying to find any possible solution that will get you all out of there safely, all plans of completing the mission abandoned.

The whole team is focused on Dick, waiting patiently for his verdict. All, except you. You’ve spotted some weak spot or opening, which, (while risky), could bring this nightmare to a close for all of your teammates. You know that you’ll be putting yourself in a high-risk situation, that there’s a near-certain likelihood that you’ll get hurt and a chance of death which isn’t too far behind in terms of possibility. That’s exactly why you don’t mention your plans to anyone before setting them into motion. It’s irresponsible, but you see no other way out.

Jumping straight into the action, no one notices your disappearance until your opponent howls in excruciating pain. The entire team turns to you exploiting the enemy’s weakness to your advantage. They’re amazed, you’re getting attacks through to the foe they thought untouchable, well… You were… until your plan backfired spectacularly.

The enemy gets one good hit in, and you’re on the ground, wheezing for air. Strange bulges on the sides of your costume clearly show how your ribs have cracked apart like sticks under a soldier’s boot. The team isn’t necessarily able to concern themselves with you right at that moment though as Dick orders them all to attack immediately. He then enlists the help of whichever other team member you’re closest to, to drag you back to your previous hiding spot. Making sure that you cannot be further harmed, as he then joins in on the fight.

It isn’t until you’re laying passed out in a hospital bed, multiple surgeries having been done on your broken ribcage and ruptured spleen, that Dick cracks. He yells at your teammates to leave the room if they’ve come to visit you. “They need rest! Are you blind?! I can’t have all of you running in and out, disturbing their healing process!” The others relent, he’s got a point after all. Besides, what is the point of visiting you when you haven’t even woken up from the surgeries yet?

Only when Dick is sure that no one is there to see him does he break down. It starts with small droplets of salty tears collecting in his eyes, but as they start to roll further and collect in the bottom of his domino mask, he rips the thing off violently. Dick realises that this might be one of the first times where he has been around you without his mask. He usually keeps it on whenever he’s talking about missions… and he now recognises that’s pretty much all you two talk about. It makes him feel worse. He was so close to pretty much everyone in the team… everyone except you. What type of leader makes such a mistake? He’s supposed to be someone you can trust and talk to… Well, your previous stunt proves to him that you felt like you could do neither, and now you’re lying here, unconscious and brutally hurt… All because of Dick’s neglect. He vows to make it up to you.

He sits by your side for hours, holding your hand gently, until you wake up. “What were you thinking?” It comes out harsher than Dick intended it to, but he’s just frustrated at himself, he genuinely wanted to know what had been going through your head at that moment. Had you done it for the good of the team? To accomplish the mission? To punish him for his accidental negligence? Well! You’ve certainly done all three!

You answer all his questions curtly, which is to be expected and almost impressive… You just woke up from multiple extensive surgeries, (for which you were sedated), most others would be rambling at this point.

It is after this event that Dick starts to keep constant tabs on you…Stalking you, if you will… He feels as if he needs to constantly know where you are, what you are doing, and who you are with. He feels that if he doesn’t know all these things constantly, then you are probably in danger. I mean, look what happened to you the last time Dick didn’t know where you were!

You might start to notice how Dick will cling to your side the moment you enter one of the common areas. He’ll obsessively try to get to know you. Questions like, “What’s your favourite colour?”, “Who’s your favourite band?”, “Do you prefer apples or pears?”; “Vanilla or chocolate?”, “Cats or dogs?”, and so on, will be slung at you with impressive speed. It feels like he’s collecting information for some type of database…(which he might be)… and it will slowly start to make you uncomfortable.

Your discomfort at Dick’s interrogation-like behaviour might make you slowly go less and less out into the common areas, hoping to escape his company.

You not coming out into the common area as often doesn’t sit right with Dick though. He gets anxious and starts to think that you’re distancing yourself from the entire team. That thought in turn leads to him thinking that you’re planning on quitting the team because of your accident, returning back to your mentor’s side as a sidekick once again.

Dick refuses to let that happen. He’ll put you on so many missions and patrols with him that you barely have time to do much else. You’ll start to miss your best friend from the team. You two used to do all your patrols together. However, now that you and Dick are always together, they have to go out on patrols with Koriand’r or Wally. It’s like a patrol partner shift, and you much preferred your old one.

One day you might confront Dick about his recent behaviour change and he panics. “What do you mean?! Are you saying that you don’t like my company?! I’m just trying to get to know you better! We never hung out before! Do you not like me or something?! Why are you complaining about hanging out with me?!” He looks so hurt that it’s hard for you to voice your concerns. It’s worse than a kicked puppy, this is a puppy that has been beaten with a bat. His look of betrayal is so intense that you slowly back off.

If you are someone who has a hard time seeing others hurting, you might ask him if he’s okay. What’s going on in his life? Does he wanna talk about it? If you do that, he’ll probably break down. He won’t be crying, Dick was after all raised by the Batman, but he might hug you close to him and explain how scared he was after your accident. How he truly thought he lost you. His speech will be so earnest that you’ll practically be unable to reprimand his behaviour change. I mean, how could you? Especially when your team leader has laid out his bleeding heart for you.

The truth is… Dick’s outburst was entirely fabricated. Does it mirror exactly how he feels? Yes. However, Dick uses his vulnerability as a weapon for manipulation. Oh! How could you treat him like that? He just wants to help! … Yeah, help himself alleviate this building sense of butterflies that is eating away at his stomach.

Dick is a manipulative little…not so little… shite. He will make you feel responsible for all of his negative emotions if you try to distance yourself from him. On the other hand, he’ll protect you from anything and everything… But boy does he make you aware that he’s going out of his way every. Single. Day. just to protect you from harm.

Your relationship with the other teammates will slowly deteriorate as Dick doesn’t feel he can trust them with you, keeping you away from them. Even your best friend. Dick himself will keep up appearances and keep them all close to him. He needs them to like him so that they won’t pose a threat to you.

Dick slowly realises while in the midst of his protective services that he doesn’t just see you as a vulnerable teammate anymore. He’s gained a massive crush on you. Your eyes are like diamonds to him and your voice is music to his ears. When you look at him, a strange pain in his lower abdomen emerges. He likes it. But you won’t.

When Dick realises his feelings, his behaviour will crank up to eleven. He doesn’t even consider that you might not like him. “That’s imperative”, he thinks. Dick is good-looking, he always has been, and people have always praised him for it. He has had multiple girlfriends and people who were willing to throw themselves at his feet for just a kiss. How could you not like him? Everyone else has always made him an object of desire… Whether he wanted to be or not. Well, this time he does.

Dick wants you to be just as crazy for him as he is for you. All the missions you go on will be with him alone. Your patrols with Dick will slowly start to turn into half date/half patrol, as he will flirt with you throughout the entire thing. Even when the two of you are fighting rogues, (which would pose a challenge, if he wasn’t as good of a fighter as he is, and as naturally charismatic as he can be).

Whether you’re reciprocating his flirtatious behaviour or not doesn’t matter. If you do, he’ll be over the moon, ready to go to the nearest jeweller and buy a ring to propose with. If you don’t, he’ll just see you as shy. That’s okay, it’s cute!

Whatever your reaction to his flirting is, he’ll invite you to a family dinner with Bruce, Alfred and maybe Jason/Tim, (if you guys are in Young Justice and Dick has already picked up the mantle of Nightwing).

Whether or not you want to go to the dinner. You’ll be made acutely aware by Dick that it’s really not your choice. It’s his. Now, this might’ve signalled that something was off, but at this point, you’re all too used to this treatment.

When you’re sitting in Wayne manor at a long dinner table, wearing either an uncomfortably tight dress or a navy blue suit, (to match Dick’s), you notice how tense the air is, a knife wouldn’t even be able to cut it, you’d need a chainsaw.

Dick had chosen and bought your outfit, he would never make you pay for anything. Still, the formality of it all is suffocating. As far as you are aware, you had simply come here as Dick’s friend. An extra person for him to chat with so he didn’t become bored. Wally had been here a bunch of times when they were younger, you remembered the two of them always taking off together, whenever they took time off.

Dick is finicky. Bruce’s cold stare penetrates you. Alfred seems nice but ultimately holds quiet. If either Tim or Jason is there, they’ll simply let their eyes wander from their brother to you, then back again.

You might try to alleviate the tensions by saying something like, “It’s nice to meet you all” or “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Dick’s family for the first time”. You might try to crack a joke, which only Dick will chuckle at. No matter what you do, you’ll simply receive a nod from Bruce, a smile from Alfred or a questioning look from the younger brother.

When the food is served, you’ll occupy yourself with that. If you have long hair, you’ll suddenly feel Dick take a piece of it and move behind your ear, while you’re trying to take a bite. If you don’t, Dick might wipe away some invisible food from the corner of your mouth. “I love you”, he suddenly mutters.

You stand still, taking in what Dick just said. You might try to play it off with a, “Yeah, you too, dude. You’re a great friend”. But Dick isn’t having it. He’ll be bolder in his confession. “I am in love with you”. Everyone at the table is now looking at you two. You realise why Dick brought you here. He wanted to put you on the spot so you couldn’t refuse. Manipulative as ever.

If you say that you reciprocate his feelings. Then the tension in the room suddenly dissipates. Bruce starts to indulge you in his dry humour. Alfred starts to act like the grandfather that everyone has always dreamed of, with old stories galore and soft jabs at the men in the family. Jason/Tim starts to share embarrassing stories of Dick. “Oh! Did you know that Dick once tried to make a summersault while hanging from the chandelier and then, when the thing swung too much, he was thrown through a window… Still landed the summersault though!” You’ll have a great evening, finally enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking properly. Dick will be overjoyed and he’ll kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night. You’ll properly end up sharing his bed in his old bedroom… Make of that what you will…

However, if you refuse his feelings. Saying that you do not reciprocate… Well, Dick will stand still for a second. They all will. Then Dick’s face will turn cold. Colder than you have ever seen it. “Did I say you had a choice in the matter?” Dick will tackle you to the ground, and wrestle with you until he finally has you in a joint lock. You might try to call out for the others to help you, but Alfred will have guided Dick’s younger brother back to his bed and Bruce is willing to do anything for his oldest son… even ignoring him kidnapping a teammate. Bruce will slowly retire to the Batcave, getting ready for patrol, as Dick forces his lips on yours, demanding that you either start loving him back or at least pretend to do so.

As opposed to someone like adult Damian, Dick doesn’t care if you actually love him. He’d prefer you to do so, obviously. But to him, the most important thing is that he can play make-believe and that the two of you act like a loving couple. He doesn’t believe it to be a punishment to be with him, even if you don’t love him. He’s objectively handsome and he knows it, everyone else has always bowed down to him based on his looks and charisma, and he will make sure that you’re no different.

If you refuse his declaration of love, he’ll tie you up in his old childhood bedroom. He’ll quit your team on both of your behalfs, naming Aqualad as the new leader. From then on, he’ll fight by Bruce’s side as Nightwing, his way of paying back his father for seeing through his fingers with Dick’s crimes. When he’s not doing vigilante work, he’ll be right by your side. Caressing and loving you. Making you break to his will. And if your previous mentor has anything to say, Bruce will reassure them that something traumatic happened to you. That your best friend and boyfriend, Dick, is simply taking care of you until you’re feeling better. Since it’s Bruce, the Batman, telling them this, they won’t second guess it. He’s justice, after all.

Whether you reciprocated or not. Dick would probably find it safer for the two of you to stay in Wayne manor. Even if you did reciprocate his feelings, he’ll make both of you quit the team and move in with Bruce.

When Dick judges that he can trust you enough, he’ll let you roam throughout the entire manor. Not outside though, Gotham is a dangerous city. The only safe place is within the manor’s walls since it’s so well-protected.

Bruce would enjoy having his oldest son back and he would partially credit this to you. He’d treat you relatively nicely. If there’s a hobby you really enjoy, Bruce might give you the go-ahead to just take one of the rooms in the manor and convert it into whatever you like, a gamer room? An atelier? Whatever you want it to be, go for it!

Alfred would be kind to you as well. If you’re stuck there against your will, he will feel immense guilt. But he is bound to follow Bruce’s orders and has no choice but to cooperate. He’ll always be there for you to talk and vent your frustrations to, though. He’ll even bake you his famous chocolate-chip biscuits if you want them.

If it’s Jason who’s in the house at the time, I can see him trying to connect with you tentatively by asking you to read Jane Austen to him or go to you when he needs to get patched up.

If it’s Tim, he might ask you about your time on the Teen Titans/Young Justice team, he’ll be in total awe, and might even get you to help him with homework, (even if he could’ve easily done it himself).

Whichever brother it might be, Dick will allow you to spar with them. He’d like for your fighting skills to stay well-tuned, in case you’ll ever need to defend yourself. You’ll never be better at fighting than Dick though, he’s trained since he was a pre-teen and his mentor was Batman… There’s no beating that.

In short. Dick will keep you forever. He’ll be obsessive and protective, nothing will come between your love, not even you. He’ll use his father’s unconditional love for his eldest son to his advantage, and he’ll manipulate you every which way fits him. He’ll build a family with you, whether you want to settle down or not, and not once regret any of it. If you fight his love, he’ll have no sympathy. Dick is confident, he’s been treated as an object of eros by the press and most others outside his family since he was a teen, all because of his agreeable personality and striking looks. It warped his perception of self massively. He doesn’t understand that there could ever be anyone who doesn’t want him. So, to be extra concise. If you gain him as a yandere, you’re royally screwed.

#yandere dick grayson #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #yandere nightwing #nightwing x reader #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere nightwing x reader

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hiiii hope you're having a nice day!!!!

Could recommend any fics where Derek is the True Alpha instead Scott? Preferably Sterek, but no-pairing/gen is alright too

Thank you!!

Hey @mayetaisho! I got you.

christabel by Petr1chor

(5/5 I 7,623 I General)

“Peter?” Stiles said, too shocked to keep it out of his voice, “Why are you calling?”

Peter sighed on the other end, genuine in a way Peter rarely was. “I thought you would want to know.”

“Know what?”

“About Derek.”

“Peter, I’m too old for your cryptic shit. Either spit it out or I’m hanging up.”

“Stiles,” Peter said, his voice shaky, somehow, “Derek is dead.”

Stiles had a phone in his hand, a shattered mug, a puddle of coffee and what might be a first degree burn on his foot.

“Stiles? Are you still there?” Peter’s voice sounded fuzzy when his phone wasn’t pressed against his ear. Without response, he hit end call.

Derek is dead.

xxx

Stiles goes back to Beacon Hills for Derek's funeral, but Derek isn't as dead as they assumed

..With My Teeth by Fayaheda

(1/1 I 7,763 I Mature)

"I'm gonna bite that incredible ass of yours, now..." She grins when she sees his cheeks flood and he looks down to his feet out of embarrassment. "...With my teeth."

The Bargain by dr_girlfriend

(6/6 I 9,713 I Teen)

Time drags on, and it becomes apparent that this is not a part of the tradition. The wolves start to shift on their feet and murmur, but no one attempts to speak to Stiles. He stands, feeling the back of his neck growing red from the sun and his face growing red from embarrassment.

What will happen if Derek Hale cannot be coerced to the altar? Will the bargain be revoked?

The One You Choose by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)

(7/7 I 13,495 I Mature)

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

You’re an Understatement (you’re getting worse) by LadySlytherin

(1/1 I 13,510 I Explicit)

Erica’s goal in life was to be hired by Neckz’n’Throats. Not as a model, though she knew she was hot enough for that. No, she wanted to be behind the camera. And to do that, she needed two things. A glowing recommendation, and a portfolio that would grab their attention; that would make them take her seriously. For that, she needed the right models. Thankfully, she knew just who to ask.

I found you hidden in plain sight (why'd I take so long?) by Gorgeousgreymatter

(7/7 I 25,419 I Explicit)

Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

"X" marks the spot by mmspring

(3/3 I 39,796 I General)

"Please, bring my nephew back" Stiles stays silent for a second, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Do you remember that time when you asked if someone in this town could stay dead?" he asks, and waits for the other man to confirm that he, indeed, remembers. "Well, let's hope the answer is still no".

Stiles has to save the day once again, but he doesn't want the recognition for it.

DNA by badluckvixen13 (fanaticmusings)

(28/28 I 127,882 I Explicit)

Centuries ago, the Alliance gained control of the majority of the free world. The rest of the world, the Frontier, are the magical wastelands where criminals hide and dark secrets are lost and the pre-Alliance divisions remain. To foster a sense of allegiance, peace, and progression toward human and supernatural equality, the Alliance created the Handler-Shifter system to enforce supernatural law on behalf of humans and supernaturals alike.

For a better alliance, Stiles enters the service just like his parents before him. For the sake of Pack, Derek returns to the Alliance and finds himself partnered with a smart-mouthed, pale, kid who has seen more darkness than most people his age. Together with Scott and Kira, they find themselves standing on the edge of a revolution thousands of years in the making with only one question to answer:

Are they strong enough?

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #arranged marriage #alpha!derek

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gege-wondering-around · 18 days

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Why Derek has the best 'Alpha arc'

Basing this on the show and the movie too Derek had been all the 'types' of werewolves, going through at least once all the eyes colors.

Yellow: is the base color werewolves get when they are first turned or when they are born

Blue: after he 'accidentally' kills Paige in his teenage years after trying to turn her into a werewolf

Red: after he kills Peter and steal the power from him to avenge Laura who had been killed by Peter to get the Alpha status

Blue: he loses the alpha status after he heals his sister Cora form a mistletoe poisoning (he takes so much of her pain that not even the Alpha strenght can keep up and 'dissapears' in order to save Derek's own life since if they take too much pain from others they could die)

Yellow: when kate de-aged him and he was left with his eyes from before he met Paige, but he slowly regain his blue

Evolved omega: altho his eyes don't change colors he can now fully tunr into a wolf

Red: during the movie in the last scene, when Parrish burn him and the nogitsune he turns into a True Alpha

Derek went from your typical bad guy that wants revenge, power and blood to your tough gentle guy who is very wise and considerate of others.

He started off as probably one of the worst Alpha on the show and became one even for the wrong or worst reasons:

He went around biting teens to build himself a pack to help him fight the Alpha pack and two of the three he bite ended up death (yet he still care for them all but his way of teaching them their 'new nature' wasn't the best and despite it was the only way he knew he could've done something more, but since they are his betas he inevitably cares about them and from a simple pack bond it becomes something more personal, cause in the end he cared for them for who they were and loved them for just being themselves)

He killed his uncle to gain the Alpha status for getting revenge and to fulfill his greed for power (that he thought maybe could help him heal or feel fine again but it never happened)

He put others in danger to achive what he wanted (like when he got Scott and Stiles to help him kill/hunt Peter)

But from being this big crappy man he lost his powers - that he literally made a bloody bath to get - to save his sister, to save the little family he had left.

He started to understand more the people he had around and who they were, he started to care for them genuinely. He was worried sick for Stiles bein possessed, cared for his betas (whoever was left) and had more interest in ensuring his friends' safety. His FRIENDS!

He started to see people - Scott, Stiles and the others - as his friends and not someone that would eventually betray or use him and that somehow cared for him too - even if most of the time he was thrown around like a fighting doll.

And then he remained an omega and evolved into a wolf, an actual wolf and saved the day - generally speaking.

He went from 'I'm gonna kill you' to 'I care for you' which is a lot for a character like Derek. Someone who went through years of pain and sorrow, having almost no one at all to rely onto and left to deal with whatever Kate did to him and with the guilt of getting his family killed - which isn't is fault!

And then we got the movie:

He has a son, Eli, whom he loves and cares for throughout the entire movie and I'm sure he was a great dad, maybe a little strict and traditional-minded on a few things, but definitely a good and caring father

He almost get killed and when he's fine and the wound on his neck is sealed, he 'dies' protecting his son - or better to say, stepping in the way of a sword

He helps the Sheriff with cases when at the beginning he was one of the few who wanted Derek in a prison - whether supernatural or a simple prison cell

Ans then, at the end, he sacrifice himself to save everyone and gets burned alive which turns him into a TRUE ALPHA!

This whole build up of events, of development and changes, going from bad to good, from a reckless and greedy man to someone one would look up to, a wise man who had seen enough and doesn't want others to live what he lived.

And like the Sheriff said

I have never seen anyone take the kind of punishment that Derek Hale took… And kept taking… In order to protect the people he loved.

He died burning alive, he died like his family did. Burned alive.

And this is worthy of a True Alpha. He sacrificed himself for everyone's sake and after his whole life was hell he wnet through with yet again another round of pain and tears. He had to leave his son alone to save him!

And he could've just let Scott get burned and stayed with his son but Derek was so selfless that he decided to take the burden upon himself once more.

Derek is the best Alpha in teen wolf - show and movie - and he's actually worth of being called a true alpha cause he earned it over and over and over again, he learned and become better, he healed and become a better person and leader. He earned his title as True Alpha.

Derek deserved, earned and is worthy of the True Alpha status and it costed him his life and his time with his son, and for what?

The people he saw as his family and he chose them above himself.

He did it for the people he loved.

#derek hale #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinksi #derek x stiles #derek is the best alpha #true alpha #noah stilinski #peter hale #the hale family #my thougts

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princeescaluswords · 14 days

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I like Stiles as a character, but I often get frustrated by fanon diverging from canon, and the worst of it to me is the ways that Lydia treated by Stiles - as something he deserves, most notably when she kisses Scott and he's angry, which the fandom holds against Scott because apparently Lydia making choices means Scott is a bad friend - or in the scene when Lydia is high after the werewolf attack at the movie rental place, and the only thing that keeps Stiles from doing [something] is that Lydia calls out for Jackson rather than him.

I think Stiles is kind of a jerk, and I like him because of it, but the fanon Stiles used as a weapon to bludgeon canon Scott is... the dumbest thing in the fandom

Have you ever seen the frequent criticism on this site that certain people should have paid more attention in English class? This criticism arises from posts like the one I saw today, where a person was confessing that "people think Stiles is evil because he almost made out with Lydia while she was drugged up." I don't think Stiles is evil for doing that; it sounds like you don't think Stiles is evil. I've never actually heard anyone call him evil for almost giving into temptation. (The closest I've ever come to calling Stiles's evil is his behavior in Lies of Omission (5x09) and Status Asthmaticus (5x10) and I don't even go that far). What we do recognize that what he did in Lydia's bedroom in The Tell (1x05) wasn't the right way to behave.

Stiles's desire for Lydia is real and natural; it was his inability to recognize and respect proper boundaries that almost created a very bad situation. He did pull away when Lydia said Jackson's name; the realization that she was confused about who he was and not secretly attracted to him reminded him that his behavior wouldn't be the fulfillment of his desire but him taking advantage of her. It's a good scene that tells us about Stiles's weaknesses but also about his strengths: beyond the insecurity that leads him to fixate on the most unattainable girl in school and his constant disregard for proper boundaries, Stiles is a fundamentally decent human being.

So why do I, personally, bring up this scene when talking about Teen Wolf a lot? Stiles-stans (who are not really fans of Stiles but fans of Fanon Stiles or, more accurately, Self-Insert with a Stiles Name Tag) like to go on and on about how deficient a person Scott McCall, the lead protagonist, is because he was "obsessed" with Allison and lacrosse. They argue this to say why they 'dislike' him, but what they actually mean is that he shouldn't be the lead protagonist. But they never seem to remember Stiles's behavior when it comes to Lydia (or Derek's behavior when it comes to Paige or Liam's behavior when it comes to Hayden for that matter).

My position -- and I think the production shared this position -- is that Scott's desire to have a girlfriend and make first line on the lacrosse team is real and natural. However, his attempts to avoid recognizing and coping with the consequences of Peter's vicious assault could lead to very bad situations unless he took responsibility. Scott had to learn how to anchor himself -- which he did! He had to make sure he put what was truly important ahead of his relationship with Allison -- which he did!

I have always maintained that Teen Wolf is a bildungsroman, which is a story about children becoming adults. Throughout the series, Scott's growth is primary; he evolves from an asthmatic loser who feels like he sits on the sidelines of life into a True Alpha werewolf leading a war against those who would murder supernatural creatures out of self-interest. But he's not the only one to grow. Allison had her own story; Lydia had her own story; Derek had his own story (one of the best redemption arcs ever); and Stiles had his version of that story!

The problem is that there are a lot of people who didn't watch Teen Wolf as a story, but rather as raw material. They swooped in and picked up the parts that they wanted, like vultures devouring a carcass. They wanted Stiles and <insert white male love interest here> to be the focus of the show, as they were the focus of their interests, but they could do without the part where Stiles struggles to grow up. In response, they selected only the parts that fit their agenda. Thus, Scott becomes dull, obsessive, stupid, with a foolish no-kill rule, and an unearned hostility toward the Hale Family whom he shamelessly usurps, even though none of that description is remotely true. On the other hand, Stiles becomes the should-be valedictorian of his class, a master archmage, and a ruthless anti-hero ready to kill anyone to protect which ever white male character he loves this week, even though none of that description is remotely true.

Fandom, in the name of their own enjoyment, has boiled their understanding of the story down to "I don't like Scott" and "Stiles is not evil!" Nuanced takes like "Stiles had the courage to cross boundaries to protect others but that tendency also led him into some problematic actions" and "Scott didn't start out a heroic protagonist; he only embraced the mantle when he realized that the threats he had to face didn't care that he and his friends were teenagers." become difficult for them to understand and unpleasant for them to process, because they only really want Power Fantasy Stiles and Bad Friend Scott. Those bits and pieces fit into the pre-existing tropes that bring them pleasure. It's the limitations that frustrate them, not Teen Wolf's.

#stiles stilinski #scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fandom problems #fandom racism

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ithinkdogshouldvote2 · 3 months

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Dndads hogwarts au

‼️MASSIVE DISCLAIMER‼️

[I DO NOT support the bitch. This is solely for funzies.]

Teens:

Scary: muggleborn slytherine, (her mom met Terry when scary developed her powers) star player on the quiddich team, low key practicing the dark arts in secret cause it's cool and metal. Twin Wand cores with normal.

Normal: pureblood slytherine, quiddich mascot (they did NOT have a mascot before normal) and announcer, twin Wand cores with scary

Lincoln: halfblood Gryffendor, (adopted into fully wizard family) newbie quiddich player, (Grant kept trying to talk him out of it because it's dangerous)

Taylor: muggleborn? hufflepuff, (muggle raised by his mom, dad location and identity UNKNOWN) keeps trying to sneak his electronics into hogwarts.

Hermie: ???blood ravenclaw (pretends to be a slytherine and infiltrates to sabotage them in the name of the ravenclaw house)

Hero: pureblood ravenclaw, really into astrology. Taylor buys the manga she sneaks in like she's some kind of drug dealer. Part of a prophecy or something but super not about that life.

Paeden: ???born? Human? Gryffendor, worst player on the quiddich team, breaks his Wand constantly, says he's casting a spell but then just punches you in the face. (Badly)

KidDads:

Terry: pureblood former ravenclaw, (met veroinca when scary developed her powers) defense against the dark arts teacher, temp Slytherine quiddich coach (Scary HATES this)

Sparrow: pureblood former slytherine, divination teacher, (paints visions of the oncoming apocalypse nbd im sure we dont have to worry about that) animangus (wolf)

Lark: pureblood former slytherine, the mean scary groundskeeper, some students have started to spread rumors that he's secreatly a werewolf.... but that's ridiculous haha.

Grant: halfblood former Gryffendor, hogwarts librarian, Gryffendor quiddich coach (INSISTED on being the coach after Linc joined the team. Benches his own son because he's scared he'll get hurt)

Nick: halfblood former hufflepuff, location unknown. Undercover auror who got found out and has been missing for years.

Granddads:

Ron: halfblood former slytherine (businessman), managed to get through a few years of hogwarts before he was discovered to be a squib.

Henry: pureblood former hufflepuff, herbology teacher, animangus (wolf)

Daryll: muggleborn former Gryffendor, former quiddich coach

Glenn: halfblood former gryffendor, wizard yule band guitarist and muggle dj

Jodie: pureblood (with a little something extra ;)) former ravenclaw, auror.

Omega daddies:

Willy: muggleborn former slytherine, made an organization called the purple robes hellbent on gaining immortality and eternal youth through dark magic. (Basic bad guy shit)

Barry: pureblood former ravenclaw, started a cult, animangus (dragon)

Frank: muggle, got in the way of the purple robes, it didn't go well.

Bill: muggleborn former hufflepuff (haha get it cause weed?) dropout, pretty much a deadbeat

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Mutiny of the Hardest Order @ AO3

Teen Wolf | Steter | ch6/20 | rating: E (eventually) AKA The one where Stiles’ dick develops a crush and Peter decides to humor it with some retaliatory light stalking.

Chapter 6: About the Werewolf-to-Stalker Pipeline

“Hello, sweetheart.” “Oh my god, how many times have I told you to text me!” Stiles heaved against his bedroom door. Of course Peter just had to call precisely when he had been in the middle of hanging out with his dad. Stiles freaking swore Peter had some kind of sixth sense about when the worst possible time to call was, and then made a point of calling exactly then! He’d given some shoddy excuse about Lydia needing him to check something, but Stiles was pretty sure his dad hadn’t bought it. He had amscrayed out of there too fast to let Dad call him out on it, though. “But then how else would I get to hear that preciously distressed pitch of your voice?” Peter asked. “Jesus—! Yeah, yeah, you’re a weirdo who gets off on making me squirm. Ugh, if I had known it would be like this I would have rejected you flat out when I had the chance!” “My dear, you knew precisely what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to this. Don’t play.”

[ch6 direct link @ AO3]

#saturday more like steterday amirite!!#god that was so awful I'm sorry I'll see myself out now #steter #steter fic #kor writes #teen wolf #I've never had to draw the interior of a car before #ofc the first one I draw is a shelby 1000 cobra with its bajillion meters for who tf knows what #peter you are so fucking extra I stg

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jennyandforest · 1 year

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To All The Stiles

Stiles Stilinski X Reader X Issac Lahey

Summary // I wondered how would To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before be if it was set in Teen Wolf? Then I made it. Y/N is Laura Jean, Stiles is Peter and Issac is just added for fun.

PART 1 (don’t ask when part 2 is cause idk)

Author’s note // this does not follow the timeline of the show, I just kind of made it with characters I liked and remember so this is DEF not historically accurate.

and of course it’s a love triangle ;)

WARNINGS// teen drinking, drunk kiss, swearing

You frowned at what was supposed to be your lunch from the school cafeteria and pushed the tray slightly away from you. Guess you would just have to wait till you got home to eat.

You looked around the cafeteria waiting for Stiles and Scott to come when Stiles slams open the door to the cafeteria. He makes a scared expression seemingly not knowing his own strength. He searches the cafeteria crowd for a few minutes, finally his eyes land on you and he begins marching over, clearly on a mission.

He sits in front of you, “Be my girlfriend” He states rather than asks.

You scoff, “Well hello to you too. I thought you would’ve maybe started off with something like, I don’t know, how has your day been?” You say slowly opening and drinking your water.

He grunts, closes his eyes and shakes his head quickly, “No I- I mean, pretend to be my girlfriend. I have this new theory I made up,” You hum in response for him to continue, “You see, I think this will work! If I make you my girlfriend, pretend obviously,”

“Obviously.” You agree

“I could make Lydia super jealous! So jealous in fact, that she’ll be dying to date me and bam! I have Lydia as a girlfriend!”

You look up from where you had been digging in your bag and watch him for a couple of seconds. You had been a transfer to Beacon Hills during your sophomore year; the pack instantly took you in and made you feel included.

“Well?!” He asks impatiently.

“I think it’s the worst idea ever. And anyways wouldn’t Lydia be more turned off that you have a girlfriend? Wouldn’t that make her go ‘whoa! he’s taken. Don’t want to mess with their relationship.’ And even if it did work, what would I get out of it?”

Stiles scoffs, “Like I haven’t thought of that? And you’ll get-“

You stop paying attention as Issac Lahey enters the cafeteria with all the new popular kids that seemed to turn gorgeous overnight. It was like they were on one of those makeover shows you and Allison watch together, super bizarre. You have been swooning over Issac as soon as he had his transformation. What could you say? The man was hot! And he knew it! It was like he was walking on air. And the way the light hits his chestnut curls. And the way his lips are plum and pink and you could only imagine what was under that shir-

“Y/N. Y/N… Y/N!” Stiles yells at you as you openly gawk at Isaac.

“Hmm?” You hum when Stiles puts his hands in front of your face.

“Wow, I didn’t realize you have the hots for Issac…” Stiles says with an unreadable expression.

You fluster, “What? I- I… No! I don’t- I-“ You falter and sign. “Okay, yeah, whatever.”

Stiles continues to stare at you for a while, his face still unreadable. A second later he snaps out of it, “Uh, but yeah! Yeah! That’s good! That means if we go through with this we could even make Issac jealous and then you could be with him!”

You let out a breath and look from Stiles to Issac. Issac, leaning back in his chair, clearly not a trouble in the world, surrounded by other good looking people all chatting and laughing.

Who knows this may actually work. And what’s the worst that could happen? Sure, Stiles was just a good friend but you’ve seen him go on dates and he treated each girl amazing.

You make a face as you contemplate more while Stiles sits on the edge of his seat staring at you, eager for your answer.

You lick your lips and sigh, “What’s Scott gonna say?”

“YES!” Stiles yells, pumping his fist in the air.

You widen your eyes and look around seeing if people were staring, they were. “Stiles!” You whisper yell. “Stop, people are staring!”

“Oh! Let them stare!” Stiles booms still on a high.

You scoff and hide your face as more people stare.

“What’s going on?” Scott’s ask as he stands next to the table, looking around.

“Oh, just that me and Y/N are now a thing!” Stiles starts off saying then yells the end, announcing it to everyone.

Your eyes go big and you feel your face start to heat up. You look over to where Issac is sitting and notice him staring toward your direction, slightly smirking.

“What?! I didn’t even know you two liked each other!” Scott says surprised.

“We were keeping it a secret.” Stiles coos, taking your hand and kissing it. Your cheeks grow rosy and you snap your hand back. Scott frowns.

“Uh, Stiles, sweetie,” you say through a forced smile getting up from the table and grabbing your bag.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He coos coming toward you.

“I think we need to have a little talk.” You fake coo through a forced smile.

“Oh, talk about wha-“ Stiles gets cut off by you grabbing his shirt in your fist and dragging him out the cafeteria.

Stiles laughs and looks at Scott’s confused face, “She can’t get enough of me!”

Y/N drags Stiles all the way to a secluded table in the gardens of the school. Y/N throws her bag on the table and laughs in disbelief. “What?” Stiles asks, clueless.

“What the fuck was that back there?” You ask in disbelief.

“Oh! I wanted to announce it and let everyone know. Then I laid it on thick.” Stiles grinned ear-to-ear, obviously proud of himself.

You stared at him with crazy eyes. “Oof, you’re giving me crazy eyes… I don’t know why…”

“Okay! We need rules!” You demand.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, “Rules?”

“Yes, I can’t do this if you're going to act like that and we need to set boundaries.”

Stiles sighs and sits down at the table, “Fine, what kind of rules.”

“Okay,” you sit down too, “first of all, no cringey pet names.”

Stiles nods, “Okay I can do that.” it grows quiet as the both of you think, “Oh! I’ll pick you up before and after school.”

You stare at him confused, “But Stiles, I have my own car… And plus I get out super late because of Volleyball.”

Stiles shakes his head. “Nope, it's non negotiable. It’s what a boyfriend would do.”

You both sit in silence thinking. “Mmm!” Y/N pipes up, “No kissing on the mouth.”

Stiles makes a face of horror, “What? No kissing? How are people going to believe we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?!”

“You could still kiss me on the cheek or forehead but not on the mouth.”

“What…” Stiles mumbles in disbelief, looking around trying to make sense of anything.

“Yes, we’re doing this Pretty Woman style.”

“You know in Pretty Woman she lets him kiss her, like, in the middle of the movie!” He tries to argue.

You shake your head. “Nope, it’s non negotiable.” You smirk using his line back at him.

Stiles narrows his eyes at you then grunts, “Fine! But that means you’re coming with me to Lydia’s birthday party.”

Whoa! Lydia’s birthday party was the annual party where all teens got drunk and had sex upstairs in the rooms. She only threw these giant parties if it was going to be packed, if it wasn’t going to be wild she would cancel them.

But the more you thought of it, the more certain you were that this thing between you and Stiles would be long over. So, that’s the only reason why you tell him, “Okay. Let’s do this.”

He nods and puts his hand out for you to shake. You snort a laugh then go to shake his hand.

~*~

You were home sitting at your kitchen bar counter having breakfast, texting Allison everything that happened between you and Stiles. You knew you were supposed to keep it a secret but Allison is your best friend. You guys tell each other everything. When you overheard your mom mumble.

“¿Qué está haciendo él?” What is he doing.

You turn around in your chair and see where your mom is looking out the window, to find Stiles coming out of his jeep with a bouquet of pink roses. Your eyes widen in horror. No, no, no, no! You wanted to leave your mom out of this!

Your mom turns to face you with a questionable look on her face. “When were you going to tell me you are going out with him?”

“U-uh- uh, uh,” you stammer looking for an answer. The doorbell rings. You and your mom stare at the front door, both not moving.

Your mom goes to open the door. “Hi Ms. Y/L/N. I’m here to pick up Y/N.”

Your mom furrows her eyebrows at him, “Why? Is there something wrong with her car?”

You stifle a laugh as Stiles starts to stutter. “Ah, n-no, well, I-it's just that, Y-Y/N and I are k-kinda going out.”

Your mom turns to look at you with her eyebrows raised.

You let out a breath and gave her a shy smile. “Uh… yeah.” You tell her.

“Hmm.” Your mom goes and leaves the foyer and goes upstairs leaving you and Stiles alone. As soon as she’s gone you instantly shoot Stiles and ‘what the hell’ look as he shrugs his shoulders, looking around wide-eyed and nervous.

You take the flowers and throw them on the kitchen counter and grab your bag. You walk and push Stiles out the door and to the Jeep. “Bye, mom!” You call out before closing the door and locking it.

You sigh and look at Stiles like he’s insane. “Why the hell did you bring me a bouquet of flowers?!” You whisper yell as to not let your mom overhear, knowing she’s probably already watching from the front window.

“I thought it would be a nice touch!” Stiles whisper yells back, exacerbated.

“Okay! G-get in the car.” You still whisper yell. You and Stiles both fake smiles and get in the car as you see your mom standing in the front window now staring at the both of you.

Stiles goes to start the Jeep only for the engine to sputter. You let out a defeated sigh and mumble, “Oh god..”

“Don’t worry. It’ll start up right now.” Stiles tries the engine again, it again fails. You look up and see your mom still staring at the both of you. “Okay Stiles! Let’s go!”

He scoffs, “You don’t see me trying?!”

“Aww, shit.” You mumble defeated trying to ignore your mom’s piercing gaze.

Stiles tries again, this time the engine roaring to life. He laughs in disbelief, “Ah, ah. Okay and we’re off.”

You were starting to think this fake relationship would be a terrible idea.

~*~

You and Stiles walked into the school with Stiles’ arm draped over you. To say everyone was staring would be an understatement. People were turning around and gawking. Then they would whisper in their groups. “When did they get together?” “I thought they were only friends?”

You could feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You never had this much attention on you. You turned down a hallway where Issac was up against a locker surrounded by people, laughing. You stared at him and he actually looked back at you. You were taken aback at him openly looking you up and down. Stiles saw this too and frowned. He moved his arm from around your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you into him more. You looked up at Stiles’ face to see him slightly glaring at Isaac. All Issac did back was deepen his smirk.

Further along the hallway you saw Lydia talking with a group of girls. Her attention catches when she sees you and Stiles, immediately she loses her train of thought leaving the girls in the group confused.

Wow, holy shit. Stiles’s stupid plan was actually working. You couldn’t believe it!

You and Stiles stop in front of your algebra class. He leans down toward your ear and whispers, “Nice job.”

You look up at him as he hands you a folded piece of paper. He smiles when you take it. He watches as you head into class, giving a quick glance towards Lydia’s direction. His smile deepens as he notices her staring.

~*~

It was now afternoon and the school day was coming to a wrap. You were in your last class of the day (chemistry) before volleyball practice would start soon. You had this class with Allison and also, to your constant attempts not to stare, Issac.

“I’m going to go get more test tubes.” Allison told you, you nodded, not taking your eyes away from the chemical you were pouring into the beaker.

“So… you and Stiles.” A smooth voice says next to you.

You snap your head to your side and see Issac sitting in Allison’s lab stool, casually leaning on the counter of the chemistry lab with the most charming smile on his face.

Your eyes shoot open wide as you snap your head back toward the front and slam the glass beaker a little too hard on the counter.

“Huua.” A noise escapes your mouth. You immediately clear your through. “Uh- I mean, h-hey Issac.”

His smile widens. “So you and him are together? Or was that just him clinging onto you with that little crush he has?”

Crush? Stiles never had a crush on you. It was always Lydia. Or at least that’s what you thought.

“Y-yeah. We got together recently.” You turn your head to see his reaction.

He hums. “Surprised he managed to get someone like you.” He very quickly looks your body up and down that most wouldn’t have caught him, but you did.

Your cheeks flush as a small smile plays on your lips. You both stare at each other, smiling softly. Your stomach does somersaults as his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Hey, they only had these old test tubes.” Allison announces not realizing the moment she’s ruining.

“I-“ you begin but Issac cuts you off.

“I should get back to my lab partner, but, I’ll see you around.” He smirks as he gently pinches your cheek and leaves.

You freeze and slowly turn your head to Allison as she looks at you with wide eyes.

She lets out a breathy laugh, “Did I just really stumble upon that?”

“Please tell me what you saw because I don’t even think I believe it…”

“I guess the plan is working?”

You grin and turn back around to your project.

After school Stiles waits for you in front of the Jeep, deep in conversation with Scott. So deep that he and Scott don’t notice you walking toward them.

“But that’s what I’m saying! Seeing her reaction to things is starting to make me feel attrac-“

“Hey guys!” You interrupt clueless to what Stiles was about to confess.

Stiles stutters caught by surprise. “H-h-hey Y/N.”

“What were you guys talking about?“

“Nothing!” Both the guys quickly yell.

You furrow your eyebrows looking between them suspiciously. “Okay…” you shake your head, “Stiles! I have to say this plan is fucking brilliant! It’s working so well! Issac was all over me today in chemistry and-“

“Whoa! What do you mean all over you?” Stiles frowned.

“Well, like, he physically wasn’t… But his eyes were!” You grinned and spread out your arms as you dreamily looked at the sky. You let out a gentle breath, “Is… is this what love feels like?” You snort a laugh, joking around. You look back down at the two boys staring at you with stunned expressions.

“Joke! Joke! It was a joke!” You exclaimed, putting your hands up in surrender.

“Uh… yeah… I’m gonna head out.” Scott announces quickly leaving you alone with a now upset Stiles.

“Alright, where do you want to eat? Mine, yours, or out?” You turn your head to the side as you question him.

He frowned, “I don’t care.”

“Okay… Then let's go to that new restaurant in old town?” You ask.

He only nods in return. You furrow your eyebrows as you both get into the jeep. What was his deal? This was his idea after all. Did he just not want to hang out with you?

You both sat in silence as Stiles drove to the restaurant. You in confused silence, Stiles in angry silence.

You were halfway to the restaurant until you finally cracked and broke the silence, “Okay, what the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting like a passive aggressive jerk.”

His eyebrows shot up as he let out a loud scoff, “Me? You're the one throwing yourself on Issac when, shall I remind you, you have a boyfriend!” He exclaimed the last part.

Now it was your turn to let out a loud scoff, “A fake boyfriend! And I don’t see why that’s a problem when that was the specific reason you, yeah, it was you if I have to remind you, came up with this plan!”

He sat staring at the road in annoyed silence, knowing you were right. It was his plan. But he didn’t expect to feel jealousy whenever he saw you with Issac or heard news about the two of you. He could only imagine that cocky bastard using sweet nothing liners on you and you completely falling for it. It made his blood boil. His fist tightened on the steering wheel just at the thought of it.

It was your plan, he thought. Why did he even create this stupid idea? Oh, right, Lydia. Was Lydia really worth all this? Stiles furrowed his brows as he contemplated. He did create this idea on the day Lydia wore her new skirt to class. He shifted in his seat, remembering her legs and the skirt that hardly covered her. Stiles then realized he’s never really looked at your legs before. And it was only fair to see if his fake girlfriend’s legs were-.... He side eyed you to see you staring out the window blankly. Once the coast was clear, he glanced down at your legs, seeing, to his dismay, you were wearing your spandex volleyball shorts. You had crossed your legs and leaned on the side panel unaware of Stiles now gawking at your legs.

“Stiles! Watch the road!” You shouted as the jeep started to drive off the road.

“Oh shit!” He turned back to the road with furrowed eyebrows as he thought of a story of him and Lydia to see if you would have a similar reaction to him.

“You know, I think the plan is working. Because Lydia came up to me in Algebra and started making random talk with me but the whole time she was running her hand up and down my arm.” He said with a sly smile.

He quickly gave you a side eye to gauge your reaction. You inhaled sharply and shifted in your seat with annoyance giving a quick glance his way, only to catch him giving you the side eye. This asshole was trying to make you jealous! Two could play that game.

You quickly moved out of your annoyance state and gave him a shit-eating grin. “Well! That’s great! Hey, maybe at the end of this we’ll both be in a relationship!” You chirped. And to your satisfaction, saw him grimace.

~*~

You both sat in a booth in this new cozy, hole-in-the-wall restaurant whose lighting was a bit too dark, especially for such an overcast day.

“I have a fettuccine alfredo and a club sandwich.” The server announced putting the correct dishes in front of you both. “So, do you kids know what you’re going to study at university?” She asked, trying to make light conversation.

But light conversation was the last thing you would call that subject. For Stiles it was the best question an adult could ask him, he loved this question. Hell, he already had a 10 year plan that, of course, happened to involve Lydia. But for you, it was a whole different story. You didn’t even know what you wanted to do tomorrow let alone 10 years from now.

As Stiles' rant about his 10 year plan came to an end the server looked over at you waiting to hear your answer, “And you, my dear?” immediate dread took over you.

You gave a quick smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Still undecided.”

“Oh! We’ll I hope you figure it out! Don’t want to be wasting time on your parents' money!” She chuckled as she walked away. Guilt immediately filled you.

“Hey, don’t listen to her. You’ll figure it out.” Stiles says softly.

You nod in response and start eating your fettuccine alfredo. “But… What do you want to do after high school?” He asks still in that gentle tone almost as if the question alone was some type of emotional bombing.

“I…” You trail off. “I- I don’t know.” You look up at him to see him looking at you with his full attention, not even picking up his club sandwich yet. “It’s like they tell you to go after your dream but never say how to, they expect you to come up with that part. But, it’s also like, what if I don’t have big dreams? None of my dreams include doing something in the workforce.” You look down, now quiet.

“What kind of dreams do you have?”

You let out a small sigh as you start to daydream. “To live on a little island in Greece and not have to worry about working the 9 to 5 or working until I’m at the age where I can finally retire but by that time I’m too old to do the things I wanted to try out.” You pause. He nods at you to continue, “I want to live a life where I’m free to do and go as I please. I want to try out new hobbies of interest. I want to surf, I want to try painting, I want to travel to different places and get lost in new cities. Fuck, like, I even want to do ‘lame’, you finger quote lame “stuff like learn crochet.” You finish and look up at him.

He has a dreamy look in his eyes as he looks at you, “I- I want to do those things with you. All of them. I want to go with you.” He confesses. Your heart soares.

“I’d like that.” You say softly, both of you staring and smiling at the other.

~*~

You open your front door to find Stiles looking down at his phone. When he hears the door open he looks up and lets out an exhale, “Okay, let’s go.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Go where?”

He looks at you dumbfounded, “Didn’t you read my note I gave you earlier?” Your blank face causes him to groan and slump his body dramatically, “We’re going to that freshmen Liam’s party.”

You make a disgusted face, “I’m not going to some random freshmen’s party.”

“No! No! That’s what I thought at first too. I thought it was going to be a lame freshmen party but turns out everyone from school s’gonna crash the party. I mean like everyone.”

You make a face. “Is that what this Liam kid wants? Like what if his intention was some quaint little party with him and all his little freshmen buddies and now everyone’s going to crash and ruin his night.”

“Okay, you care way too much about some freshmen’s feelings,” He mumbles, “And this is something he wants! Throw a huge rager and become infamous at school your freshman year? Yeah! He wants this.”

You push out your lips to the side, “I- Uh- No.”

“No?!” He asked, shocked.

“No. Nope. I will not go.” You state crossing your arms for extra emphasis.

He lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “No, no! Parties are non-negotiable as per contract.”

Now it was your turn to let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Only non-negotiable party in contract is your little girlfriend Lydia’s party.” You threw in the little jab making him feel lighter knowing he was in fact making you jealous.

“Well, your little boyfriend will be at this party.”

You gave a surprised look, “He will?!”

He scoffed as he poked his tongue in his cheek, “Yep, knew you’d go for that.” He mumbled to himself.

You opened the door wide for Stilies to come in as you ran upstairs shouting “Just let me change.”

~*~

Stiles was in-fact right, this party was a rager. Liam’s two-story house was pouring out with people. Drunk teens littered the front lawn, passed out from drinking, their red solo cups still in hand. You could feel the vibration of the music as soon as you got out of the jeep. Stiles came up to you on your side of the jeep.

“I don’t know about this Stiles…” You mutter.

“What? No! It’ll be fun. C’mon.” His hand engulfed your hand and you couldn’t help but notice the size difference. It made you feel ‘warm fuzzies’ as Allison called it whenever she would describe her dates with Scott.

As the two of you walked through the house a lot of people you didn’t recognize greeted Stiles. You knew Stiles knew a few people from school but you didn’t think it came to this extent. Why would he only hang with you and Scott if he knew this many people? You were a bit perplexed to say the least. It felt like you morphed into a Twilight Zone episode where Stiles was a popular jock. Finally you recognized Scott and Allison in the kitchen, Allison sitting on the counter as Scott made them drinks.

“Hey!” Allison called as she saw the two of you making your way to the kitchen.

“How are the lovebirds?” Scott slurred a little as he handed Allison her drink.

Stiles grinned as he whispered something in Scott’s ear causing Scott to have a shit-eating grin plaster his face. “Whoa! No way!”

You and Allison both look at each other with quizzical looks. Allison shakes her head, “Men. Will never understand the species. What do you want to drink? There’s vodka, peach schnapps, henny and more.”

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Can you make me something please?” You stretch out the word please.

“Coke and Malibu?” She questions. You frown and shake your head, “Hm! Dirty shirley?”

You gasp in excitement, “Yes!”

As the party progressed, even more people came making you question how much more full could this house get? Stiles and Scott were now retelling funny lacrosse stories. You never knew how much Stiles was the life of the party, he brought almost like a light to the party. He was definitely charming everyone.

“No! I yelled ‘Coach you don’t know what you’re doing with that racket!’” Stiles exclaimed retelling a story to a, now, group of people. You all laughed at the joke. You were four dirty shirleys in and to say you were feeling a bit tipsy would be an understatement.

As Scott and Stiles started retelling another lacrosse story, you surveyed the party. People crowded the living room, making it into a makeshift dance floor playing old 80’s disco songs. Now that you thought about it, who the hell was on aux? 80’s disco? What was this Ma? A figure caught your eye. Issac was standing outside by the poolside. He seemed to be doing the same as you, surveying the party. You waited until his eyes found yours. You were feeling bold from all the booze and decided to give him a flirty smile. He raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded in acknowledgement. “I’ll be right back.” You told the group as you walked over to where Issac was standing.

You felt like spilled liquid creeping to the edge of a counter. The feeling of liquid courage helped relax your body that you now walked with a little swing in the hip. You walked right up to Issac’s group as he smirked at you.

“Hi. Do you want to go somewhere a little more, quiet.” You purred staring into his blue eyes.

He grinned “What took you so long?” He put his arm over your shoulder as you both led each other into the woods behind Liam’s house.

It was a beautiful clear night, you could see the stars so clearly as if someone lassoed each one and brought them closer to earth. You and Issac were sitting crossed legged across from each other, knees touching, and huge smile on both your faces.

“You're pretty.” Issac slurred badly but all it made you do was giggle.

He started rubbing his palms up and down your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. “Tell me when to stop.”

You shook your head “Don’t stop.” Even though you were both in the woods the moon was so full that it illuminated the area. You furrowed your eyebrows now noticing how bright it was for nighttime, you looked up and the moon was huge!

“Whoa! Look at the moon!” You exclaimed in your drunken state. “When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie that’s amore,” You sang, not paying attention to Issac's reaction.

Issac stared at the moon with horror-stricken eyes. Of course this would happen tonight, the night you finally choose to come up and make a move on him. He thought maybe he wouldn't shift, if he tried and controlled it hard enough just maybe it wouldn’t happen. But then you turned to Issac and all the control went out the door.

“Hey, Issac, I always wanted to tell you how attractive you are.” You slurred heavily. His mouth opened, shocked at the confession. “I just want to try something. Tell me when to stop.” Your hands now found his thighs and started rubbing them. His breath hitched as the urge to shift became more uncontrollable. You leaned in, your lips ghosting his but not quite touching him. His heart was pounding, until finally you gave him a deep passionate kiss.

Issac immediately pulled away and turned away from you, hands on the floor as he groaned.

“Issac?” You asked confused. Was the kiss that bad? You thought, Damn, maybe you needed more practice.

You frowned as Issac now groaned louder, his back hunched to you. “Uhh, Issac?” You asked now, a little paranoid it might be something worse than being a bad kisser.

“Go back to the house!” He demanded but now in a deeper voice.

You were stunned. What the hell is going on? “Issac, I told you to stop me if you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I made you feel-”

“It’s not you- it’s-” And then he gave a final extremely loud shout as his body shifted into werewolf form.

You were horror-struck as you looked at his now wolf form. His large fangs, his fur, his red eyes. You immediately crawled backward, too scared to even stand up and run. “What the fuck?!” You screamed.

You stared into the red eyes as his now deep voice said, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

You now registered you could get up and immediately started running back toward the house. Your lungs felt like they were going to explode by the time you found Stiles in the living room dancing with Lydia. Okay, fucking really? You leave for twenty minutes and he’s over here dancing with Lydia? Well you did just kiss Issac… Uh! We’ll save that for another day.

“Stiles!” You yell out of breath as you bump into him.

“Owh!” He gets the wind knocked out of him.

“We gotta go! Issac- He’s- he’s-!” You stutter in a frenzy.

“What the fuck did he do?” Stiles asks now stern and angry.

“Let’s go!” You grab his hand before he can say anything more and drag him through the body of people dancing to Kc And The Sunshine Band. Seriously, what is up with this music at this party? Is Liam’s mom dj or something? The two of you ran out toward the jeep.

Stiles pulls out of the driveway frazzled by your emergency. “Okay! What happened?!” He asks now on the road.

“I- I don’t know! One minute we’re kissing then the next he’s fucking transforming-”

“Wait…you kissed him?!” He asks, outraged.

“That’s not the point! Issac is a fucking animal!”

“You’re damn right he is! Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?”

“No! Stiles I’m serious! His eyes went red, he had fur on him and I mean like fur! He had fangs for god’s sake!”

Stiles went quiet.

“Hello? Do you believe me?!” You ask, still frenzied.

“Me and Scott tried to keep this away from your life as hard as possible.” He muttered.

“What?!”

You watched as he got out his phone and dialed a number. “Hey, it’s time for Y/N to know.”

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Fic Tag Game

Tagged by: @wincestation, @realisticintentions, @realmermaid333, @cosmic-lullaby, @suchaladyy, @beri-allen

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

149

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

361,707 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Wednesday currently. Teen Wolf for six years. Harry Potter, Hannibal, Thorki, Starker, Twilight (Bella/Carlisle and Bella/Aro), The Umbrella Academy (not that i got very far before getting obsessed with wyler), and Madrigalcest (Primarily Brumira)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Overall?

Fuck It (Steter, Teen Wolf, 3,396)

When it Needs Fixing (Steter, Teen Wolf, 3,339)

Hostile Takeover (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,781)

Absolution (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,691)

Wandering in the Dark (Steter, Teen Wolf, 2,250)

In Wednesday?

Her Monster (Wyler, 708)

Hold Me Close (Wyler, 593)

Revelations (Wyler, 499)

Warning, She Bites (Wyler, 464)

Impressing Wednesday Addams (Wyler, 387)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I reply when I have something meaningful to add. Otherwise it'd get very repetitive and generic and that kind of soulless connection isn't really the point of this kind of thing. I adore my comments nonetheless and I read them a lot.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hold on. I gotta skim my list.

update: i do not remember some of these fics or what happened in them

Maybe Modi the Brave (MCU, Thorki). This was an angsty fanfic of a fanfic. There was a happy ending in the original fic, The Rescue by madwriter223

I'm not counting Absolution because it was immediately followed by a sequel. But technically, it did get me the most angry sobbing comments which i treasure to this day.

The Final Straw was angsty but it was also dumb and half-cocked and the closest thing to an embarrassment on this account. It was literally just a half-thought half-scene of my 18yo self's emotional state in 2018 that is very evident that I wrote this angrily in study hall. I wrote a lot of fic in that high school during classes. Like a lot. It was my school computer. I got plenty of use out of it. There was no structure or coherent plot. I didn't even hint at anything deeper to be explored in your own minds. I didn't want to look at it long enough or think about it long enough. I just wanted it out of my head. If I didn't have a strict no deleting my works policy, or hiding from my past art policy, I would probably have deleted it within the week of posting. I do not understand how it has the kudos, subscriptions, and bookmarks that it has. I guess it resonated. Good for y'all. I mean it.

Literally just the entirety of Tyler's Bad Year is meant to be about a very traumatic time in a young man's life and him surviving it. I'm not going to go through them and try to pick out "the worst" one. That's not really the point and it'd be largely subjective.

I'll Eat You Raw has an angsty ending but angstiest? I'm not sure.

I don't write a lot of bad endings. Open endings? sure. Complicated endings? Absolutely. But unhappy endings? No. I don't often have the desire.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Jesus fuck we want to be here all day? Ok lemme look through shit again.

Wandering in the Dark has a whole story behind it. There was actually two versions. Only one was posted to ao3 and is the "canon" version. I wrote this fic for a high school assignment my senior year. We were assigned to pick a chronic disease out of a literal hat, then write a story around it. We had complete creative control so I took that chance to write teen wolf steter fanfic in class and actually have it be on task for once (I got an A in that class btw). The reason my teacher got a dark ending version is because by the time he got back to me on the maximum word count, I'd already finished the canon version and it was way too long. I couldn't trim the fat, so I wrote a different ending to shorten the story. That version is one of the angstier stories I've written. The one posted and linked above, is the very happy by comparison. This fic is also designed to be read by someone who doesn't know shit about teen wolf.

Through Thick and Thin was also extremely happy. As is Her Monster. Benevolent Gods was meant to be very hopeful. The Hale Pack (Undying) was the end to a series that was my baby for a long time . Like long enough you can see my writing evolve as you go. Part one was one of the first things i ever wrote. Like ever. The last part was years later. Jasper was meant to be a very light-hearted, happy story as well. It's extremely sweet and fluffy. You was also very happy and the epilogue cemented that happiness. Warning: She Bites literally had a happy end that unknowingly prevented a main character committing suicide in the near future. Saving lives by being horny. Wednesday Evening, and every installment in that series, is excessively happy as well.

Alright I ran through my list of fics. These were the ones that stood out. There's too many to really commit to one answer tbh. Especially because the way they're happy varies.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. Or. Well. I'm sure I do. I block antis on sight and I wholly reject purity culture, and I haven't really been the target of a major attack or anything. I don't get as many hateful comments as one might think, and I don't entertain the ones I do get. I've been accused of vile shit of course because of a fic I wrote. I don't remember what fic or even what ship it was for because I don't dwell on them really at all. Aside from that, I get more entitled but probably ignorant to how they come off as entitled comments that aren't really that big a deal. Just a bit of a peeve sometimes. I honestly think the majority of them truly believe it's a kind gesture when they say it.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

Yeah. You could say that.

What kind? In a word? Intense. I could make a joke or a long elaboration on my niche in hyde sex and whatnot, but at the end of the day, intense. Even my most laid back, domestic, slice of life fics have a sense of intensity to them because otherwise I get bored and it feels soulless and it's just not my writing style.

10. Do you write cross-overs?

When I feel like it. When I have an idea.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I have a steter fic on a russian fic website that was translated years ago. I have no idea which it was or if it's still there. Wait! I might remember. Yeah no. I don't remember. It wasn't the one I thought of.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I've started to outline one before but it went nowhere and we both forgot about it.

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Harry Potter and the Night that Changed Everything.

I had a whole novel basically planned for it. Writing Bellatrix and a Harry who was raised by Bellatrix took a lot out of me emotionally, and I lost steam.

Also, a Bella Swan/Marcus Vulturi fic that i also had a novel length plot planned out, wrote three chapters for, and then lost steam when I left the fandom due to getting the life sucked out of me by a bunch of toxic people in the fandom killing my joy. Those chapters are just collecting dust in my files right now. I'd like to go back to it one day and finish it in some form or another. Maybe it's original enough I could actually just write an original novel out of the scraps I already have. Actually, to be honest, it is probably original enough that I could write it as an original story. There is not a lot of Twilight there that is necessary to the story and can easily be written out. Something to think about maybe. Ironically not the first prompt I thought up initially for Twilight that I then realized nothing about Twilight was necessary for the idea I had, and I just wrote it without Bella entirely. This is how my original zombie novel started and then immediately evolved into an entirely different thing that has nothing to do w Twilight. Like literally nothing. I had to work to put the Twilight into that one. Not the other way around.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

wyler (steter and tomarry honorary).

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

pacing. movement heavy scenes. Longer projects if only because I have less practice at them.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Yeah. If it fits, I'll write it. I won't pretend to be fluent, but I'll do my best. Probably won't do anything too complicated for the sake of realism of my abilities. Especially if it's not Spanish which I at least have spent time trying to learn.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Listen...

We've established how well I am at picking one end all number one.

Fuck ok. back to the list.

Water of the Womb was one I was planning to write for almost a year and it turned out pretty good I think. Actually no.

No. It's not a fic that's been posted yet.

I think the favorite fic I've ever written is I Bit Him So He's Mine. it's my "Wednesday is a Hyde season one rewrite au". It's my first novel that is more than just a future novel. It's hit 40k and I have to start Act 2 still. It's my first proper murder mystery where the mystery is the primary plot equal to the romance. I've had a lot of fun with it, I've put my heart and soul into it, and I really look forward to calling it ready to post. Once it's done, you guys are getting regular updates for a long time.

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

Out of the Fire haunts me. It was a lesson to learn. I had the desire to write a steter/hannigram crossover and zero plan of any kind outside that. It crashed and burned because I only had a first chapter in me. I recently met a local and successful author who recognized my ao3 username because of this fic and remembered me years later enough to compliment my writing (I cannot express how much that meant to me). Wait no that might have been Mark of an Angel which also haunts me, but I didn't have zero plan. I had almost no plan, and lost steam when I hit a creative block at a bad time. Normally, I'd have just sat down and workshopped a starter outline and wrote myself out of that block, but I lost steam so I never did. Different deal. Not as impactful in my creative journey. Out of the Fire, however, was very important to me because of why it failed, and remains very influential with every new project I start. Actually rewriting/finishing that project would be a defining moment for me as a writer, I think. At least to me personally.

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