#top ten teen wolf characters

[theladyragnell]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "theladyragnell "?

I'll start with the easy question! If you are wondering who Lady Ragnell is, good news, I wrote up a version of the Arthurian tale I purloined the name from right here. If you're wondering why I chose to honor that tale, it's because I joined fandom through the show Merlin and because it was always my favorite Arthurian story!

As for the hard question ... "ever" is a big word, even if I weren't already a person who has trouble with "favorite"! So, to keep myself from vastly overthinking, I will instead tell you that these are ten fics that, for various reasons, I return to time and time again.

Lovesickness by idiopathicsmile, Les Mis, E/R, 11k. A delightful outside POV on some very oblivious pining, with truly incredible banter and humor.

(the end of fear is) where we begin by samyazaz, Les Mis, Combeferre/Eponine, 80k. I love Samy's writing, I love this ship, I love marriages of convenience, I love the hair-washing scene, it's just a banger.

An Avalanche of Detour Signs by gyzym, Sherlock, Molly Hooper/Lestrade, 56k (my virus software blocked something on this page, I think an old embedded image, so please be careful opening this one, unfortunately). This is a fic that really solidified my love of focusing in on minor characters.

what blooms like heather in the sun by Sovin, D&D (The Campaign of Five Dragons), Quil/Phi/Terry, 8k. It's so soft and kind and beautifully written. And if you're going to ask me my favorite fics ever, my favorite tiny fandom has to be represented, too!

Play It Again by metisket, Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, 60k. I just love the concept, and the rather unhinged Stiles!

So Wise We Grow by Deastar, Star Trek: AOS, Kirk/Spock, 80k. One of the best kidfics out there, and a really good comfort read.

For Your Information by reni_days, Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, 10k. Truly the funniest Merlin modern AU I've ever run into.

Will Wonders Never Cease by PorcupineGirl, Check Please, Bitty/Jack, 55k. Somehow makes a combination of Shop Around the Corner/You've Got Mail and a magic AU work!

Leaves in the Void by myrmidryad, Les Mis, E/R, 16k. A truly gorgeous space AU with an epistolary moment that left me breathless.

Say Something by [orphan_account], Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, 50k. One of my favorite canon-set fics for this ship, and the opening is gorgeous.

[nerdy-stilinski]

➺ 𝒓𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼: list your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

tagged by @dirtbagdefender - using this to break my 15 year tumblr slumber (hi friends! life has been kicking my ass!)

In no particular order:

Stiles Stilinski, Teen Wolf (picking between Derek and Stiles is hard, so I flipped a coin)

Jake Seresin, Top Gun: Maverick

Kevin Day, All For The Game (seriously this. I’m weird about him. Have a tattoo for him. It’s fine.)

Raleigh Beckett, Pacific Rim

Sansa Stark, Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

Imperator Furiosa, Mad Max: Fury Road

Jaskier, The Witcher

Darrow of Lykos, Red Rising

Puck Connolly, The Scorpio Races

Louise Belcher, Bob’s Burgers

How’s that for range??

No pressure tags :) @elisela @missanniewhimsy @dear-massacre @rosieposiepuddingnpie @stilinskiderek @raisesomehale @renmackree @outtoshatter

[strangerstilinski]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ✶ Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinski / Original Female Character

TW | S2

chapter six

fic summary; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough – now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle it. it would be fine. everything was great.

word count; 12,386

chapter notes; the trio subdues jackson using totally normal, and not at all illegal methods. gerard argent is a creepy old asshole. danny eventually cracks to give up some useful information. and lydia, as always, is leagues smarter than she gets credit for.

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c h a p t e r s i x

frenemy

The wind whipped loudly as it beat in through the open window, blowing Scott's hair around wildly as he hung the top half of his body out of the moving vehicle, using his nose to guide them out to the edge of town. After ten minutes of following some scent that only he was aware of, he eventually pulled his head back inside of the vehicle, dropping into his seat and fidgeting as if he were ready to bolt from the car at any moment.

Amber was about to question his sudden restlessness when Stiles slammed down on the brakes all-too suddenly and the Jeep jerked to a violent halt, coming to a stop just before they could run over a nearly imperceptible line of tire spikes that stretched across the cement between dilapidated buildings. Roscoe's tires squealed in protest and one of Stiles' arms was thrown out across Amber's chest to counteract the continuing momentum, holding her back against her seat and only narrowly saving her from bashing her head against the metal dashboard.

Amber gasped at the sudden stop as Stiles leaned his weight onto his left arm over the steering wheel. Forearm still pressed to her chest, he turned to look across the vehicle at Scott, "Right. What do we do now?" He questioned immediately.

Instead of offering a response, Amber was hit with a sudden rush of cold air, the passenger door thrown open as Scott shot off into the dark.

"Wh- Scott-!" She yelled in surprise at his retreating form.

He didn't turn around. Instead, he scaled the tall, fifteen foot chain link fence at the edge of the road in a quick, inhumanly agile move and dropped down gracefully to the other side before taking off into the darkness.

"I- Be careful!" Amber called out uselessly as he vanished from sight.

"I'm just a car to him," Stiles muttered despondently to himself, "I am nothing more than the superhero's chauffeur to and from battle."

Amber couldn't hold back a roll of her eyes, reaching over to pull the passenger door closed before turning to her boyfriend, "Are you fishing for a compliment, right now?"

"What?" Stiles asked in confusion, "No-"

"Mhm, whatever you say," With a shake of her head, she pulled his arm away from where it was still thrown across her sternum and wrapped her fingers around his own as she placed their hands over the gearshift, "Let's go, Batman." She urged playfully.

The grip of his hand tightened beneath hers and he was shifting the Jeep into reverse without any further prompting. The car whipped around in a flash and they began to drive along the dark buildings in search.

They continued on for several minutes before they seemed to come to a slightly more populated area. A cluster of cars had been parked in a large lot, people lined up along the side street as they waited to be let into a brick building. What had once been a warehouse now donned a bright, neon sign reading Jungle.

No words needed to be shared before Stiles parked his own vehicle in a spot at the back of the lot. He was dropping an arm around her shoulders the moment they met at the front of the car, both of them watching for late night traffic as they crossed the dark street and headed toward the alleyway at the side of the busy building.

As they crept closer, Amber could make out the dull thumping of bass-heavy music pouring out from inside, the pulsating sound only confirming her suspicions that the building had been converted into a nightclub.

The two spotted Scott making his way around from the back of the brick building and their feet carried them in his direction that much faster.

He hadn't yet noticed them. Scott had stopped at the corner of the building to peek out at the line of people queued before the door. Amber reached out to grab ahold of his shoulder but just before she could make contact, Scott spun to face them sharply, the defensive reaction causing both Amber and Stiles to jump in surprise.

"Holy crap!" Scott exclaimed in slight relief upon realizing that it was only his friends.

"Sorry!" Amber apologized quickly, "Sorry, we didn't mean to-"

"Did you see where he went?" Stiles interrupted, letting his arm drop from Amber's shoulder to his side as he looked around them, gaze making a slow trail as if he expected Jackson to appear out of thin air.

"I lost him." Scott admitted quickly, already looking back toward the crowd of people out front.

"What?" Amber huffed in disbelief.

"You couldn't catch his scent?" Stiles asked incredulously.

"I don't think he has one." Scott revealed with wide eyes.

"Alright. That- that's fine." Amber sighed, "Do you have any idea where he's going?"

"To kill someone." Scott replied seriously.

The genuine way he voiced the information had Amber's eyes flicking to her boyfriend and she managed to catch sight of Stiles' slow blink of irritation before he spoke.

"Ah.." Stiles nodded in mock understanding, raising his eyebrows with a hum, "Well that explains the claws and the fangs and all that.. Good. Makes perfect sense now-"

Scott turned around to shoot Stiles an annoyed glare while Amber rolled her eyes fondly. There was a brief moment of silence between the three of them before Stiles simply barreled on.

"What? Guys, I'm a hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay?" He defended in a whine, "Sarcasm is my only defense!"

"Baby, don't be so dramatic." Amber scolded, reaching up to smooth her thumb back and forth along the back of his neck.

Stiles perked up slightly, "Was that 'baby' like a cute pet name or 'baby' because you think I'm acting like a-"

"Will you guys just help me find it-" Scott demanded seriously, looking between the two of them with a scowl.

"Not an 'it' anymore," Amber was quick to reminded him, "It's Jackson."

Scott sighed, "I know. I-I know."

"Alright, but does Derek know that?" Stiles asked suddenly, "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

"I mean, I-I don't think so but he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott said quietly.

"Speaking of that, how the hell did he pass Derek's test?" Amber questioned as she looked between them, "I mean, he said they poured it down his throat and he was paralyzed, right? If he's the kanima, shouldn't it have not worked? I mean, how could that even happen?"

"I don't know." Scott frowned.

"Maybe it's like an either/or thing," Stiles supplied, "I mean, Derek said a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? So, when's the kanima not the kanima?" He prompted, looking between Scott and Amber.

"..When it's Jackson?" She questioned aloud.

Scott frowned and peered around the side of the building again to look at the crowd while Amber gnawed on her lower lip in thought. She was suddenly tugged backwards by a hand fisted in her shirt and she allowed Stiles to drag her back a few steps before she turned her head to look at him in confusion. Her gaze followed his own wide blown eyes to the roof of the building where she saw the kanima crawling its way down the bricks.

Her stomach dropped.

"Uh.." She choked out weakly as she stumbled back into Stiles' chest.

"Dude-" Stiles said, gaining Scott's attention.

Scott turned back around to look at his friends curiously, stepping toward them and following their gazes up the side of the building where the kanima was now crawling inside through an open window, tail swishing in the air behind it.

"Y'see that?" Stiles asked Scott, watching the dark scaly tail still hanging outside the window as it flicked back and forth.

"He's inside." Scott stated obviously.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Amber questioned nervously.

Scott was silent for a moment and Amber's gaze drifted back down to her friend at his lack of response. He was looking anxiously at the crowd of people lined up at the door again.

"I know who he's after." Scott announced.

"What? Who?" Amber questioned.

"How? Did you smell something?" Stiles asked quickly.

The person at the front of the line was admitted inside the club and as the next person stepped forward, Amber blinked in surprise at the sight of Danny handing his ID over to the bouncer who was working the door.

"Yeah. Yeah, I smelled Armani." Scott told them, nodding his head in Danny's direction.

Amber yanked the two boys back into the alley sharply and they made small noises of protest as she did so. When she released them, they both righted their shirts and shot her matching looks of disgruntled confusion.

"Danny must have a fake, but we are not old enough to get in here. And don't even start to fight me on this. Your fake IDs suck-" She told them before they could make the argument, "So, we'll just have to sneak in through the back."

"Have I told you how ridiculously attractive you are when you're coming up with a plan?" Stiles questioned, wincing when he received an immediate punch in the shoulder from Scott.

Without a moment's hesitation, Amber was tugging her long-sleeved shirt over her head to leave herself in just the tiny lace bra top she had on underneath, adjusting the hem of it where it ended above her belly button.

"What are you doing?" Scott and Stiles both asked in abnormally high voices.

She blinked at them in surprise and dropped her shirt carelessly to the filthy ground in the alleyway, "I'm making myself club-y." She told them obviously, "We'll get kicked out in ten seconds if we're walking around in there looking like sixteen year olds who don't belong."

She bent over at the waist to fluff her hair with her hands before standing back upright again and taking in the boy's outfits with a frown.

"What?" Stiles asked after a few seconds, shrinking back under her gaze.

"Gimme your sweatshirt." Amber demanded, holding a hand out.

Stiles narrowed his eyes, "You just took your top off and now you wanna steal my sweatshirt?" The words fell from his lips with barely concealed disbelief.

"No, I just want you to not be wearing it," She told him, "You are not going to wear a zip-up hoodie in a nightclub." She stated obviously.

"Uh, I am going to wear a zip-up hoodie in the nightclub," Stiles defended without hesitation, "Because this is what I'm wearing. It's cold out!"

"It won't be cold in the club!" She argued.

"We seriously don't have time for this, you guys," Scott scolded them, "Come on."

Amber huffed, leaning over her boyfriend's shoulder and plastering herself to his side as they walked down the alley to the side doors of the building, "You win this round, Stilinski." She whispered in a warm puff of air over his ear.

A quiet noise rose in his throat at the feeling of her lips against the shell of his ear and Amber laughed quietly, pressing a sloppy kiss into his short hair. She released her boyfriend and fell into step between him and Scott as they snuck over to the side doors of the club.

Stiles' reached out first, and when the door didn't immediately open beneath his grip, he proceeded to shake the knob violently. After a few moments without success, he released the door with a sigh, scrunching his nose cutely as he stepped back and looked up at the building in search of another way in.

"Alright, maybe there's like a, uh.. Like, a window we can climb through," He suggested as Scott wrapped his own fingers around the doorknob, "Or some kind of-"

There was a sudden crunch of bending metal followed by a loud creak as Scott pulled the door open. He dropped the torn off doorknob into Amber's hand and she snorted in amusement, shaking her head as she handed the disfigured piece of metal off to her boyfriend.

"-Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength." Stiles finished lamely, "How'd I not think of that one?" He asked in disbelief as Amber tugged him through the doorway and into the building.

The music from the speakers pounded loudly inside, bass thrumming with heavy vibrations that Amber could feel nearly rattling the bones in her body. The large space was dark aside from the strobe lights that flashed at random intervals, the stop and go of the blinking lights making it difficult to make out distinct faces in the crowd.

The moment they'd stepped inside, there were bodies bumping against them as people crowded together in the dark space, club-goers moving around in tight proximity, pressing close and grinding together sensually to the thumping beat of the music. The clubgoers dancing against one another seemed to be almost exclusively same sex couples and it only took Amber approximately two seconds from the moment they stepped inside to realize that Jungle wasn't just a night club, it was a gay night club.

Two girls trading kisses between distracted steps bumped Amber's shoulder as they headed to the hallway toward the restrooms, shooting her a halfhearted apology before one of the girls grabbed the ass of the other and they both giggled and disappeared in the dark.

"Dude!" Scott yelled over the music after a few moments, "Everyone here is either a dude, or a girl making out with another girl!" He observed slowly, "I think we're in a gay club!"

"Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles yelled sarcastically from a few feet away.

Amber turned around to find her boyfriend being doted on by a group of mildly intoxicated, but beautifully done up drag queens, one of them stroking a finger along Stiles' sharp cheekbone admiringly.

"He's pretty cute isn't he?" Amber asked the women sweetly, pulling Stiles out of the horde by his arm and giving her boyfriend's cheek a loving pinch.

"Amazing cheekbones, this one," One of the ladies complimented, "If I had cheekbones like that I'd die happy."

Stiles blushed and after only a few more exchanged pleasantries, he pulled Amber away from the group, dragging her in the direction of the bar as she laughed at him. Scott followed only half a step behind them, the warmth of his chest pressed against Amber's back as he tried not to lose his friends in the crowd.

"She was right. You do have amazing cheekbones, y'know-" Amber said loudly over the music.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, you." Stiles squeezed his hand lightly where it was wrapped around her arm.

As they pushed through the final throng of people that separated them from the bar, Stiles finally released his girlfriend, stepping up to slam both of his hands down on the bartop with enthusiasm.

"Three beers!" Stiles demanded in visible excitement.

The shirtless bartender threw the rag in his hands over his naked shoulder and looked between Scott and Stiles with narrowed eyes, "You two got IDs?"

Both boys scrambled for their wallets and stealthily pulled their fake IDs from the back pockets, handing them over as Amber grimaced with a small shake of her head.

The pathetic slips of paper weren't even laminated.

The bartender raised his eyebrows and shot a small smile at the boys in disbelief, "How 'bout two Cokes for you guys?"

"Rum and Coke?" Stiles asked quickly, "Sure!" At the bartender's unimpressed look, Stiles sighed, "Coke's fine, actually.. I'm driving anyway-"

The bartender slipped away to ring up their order, re-emerging to set one green glass bottle onto the counter and following up immediately with two plastic cups of cola, sliding Scott and Amber's drinks toward them with a grin.

"Those two are paid for." He told them, nodding his head in a gesture to the other side of the bar.

Amber looked over the man's shoulder and saw a boy lifting his drink in salute to Scott and a very pretty girl with short hair grinning at Amber just a little further down. Amber took her bottle with a shy smile of thanks before she turned to face Scott who was grinning bashfully, and her boyfriend who was wearing a deep scowl.

"Oh, shut up. Both of you." Stiles snapped before either one of them could even speak.

"We didn't say anything." Scott defended as he grabbed his drink.

"Yeah, well, your faces did." Stiles huffed, dropping a few bills on the bar-top before slipping the tiny cocktail straw in his drink between his lips and taking an angry sip.

"I told you not to wear the hoodie," Amber pointed out with a shrug, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a tentative sip of the cold beverage. She swallowed the bitter liquid, frowning as she examined the bottle in her hands, "..I'm not sure I like beer." She admitted.

"Just be grateful you got one." Stiles muttered grimly, taking another long sip from his Coke.

Amber leaned in to redirect the tiny straw in his fingers to her own lips and pulled in a long sip of the carbonated sweetness to wash down the lingering traces of beer. She abandoned her bottle on the bar behind them without an ounce of regret, wiping the cool drops of lingering condensation from her hand as she rubbed her palm over her jeans.

Stiles moved to drape himself over her back, bicep slung over her shoulder as he held his drink where they could both easily reach the straw. They stood watch beside the bar and scanned the crowd on the dancefloor through the flashing lights for a couple of minutes in search.

"Hey, I found Danny." Stiles announced suddenly over the loud music, bright lights flashing over his features as he pulled back to leave his cup behind them on the bar.

"I found Jackson." Scott countered, his eyes glued to the rafters along the ceiling.

Amber's eyes snapped up to the industrial metal beams above the dancefloor, heart pounding nervously when she just made out Jackson's scaly, more terrifying form moving in calculated steps with its attention glued to his friend on the dancefloor.

"Guys. Get Danny." Scott told them without looking away from the creature.

"What're you gonna do?" Amber questioned worriedly, eyes flicking between her best friend and the kanima quickly.

Scott held his hands out at his sides wordlessly and claws suddenly emerged, sharp pointed nails sprouting from his fingertips.

"Works for me." Stiles acknowledged, grabbing Amber's shoulder and pushing her in the direction of the dancefloor.

One of her hands held a firm grip on the hood of her boyfriend's sweatshirt as they pushed through the throng of grinding bodies, mumbling apologies as they turned this way and that to slip through the narrow spaces between couples. Her eyes caught on Danny once again as a group parted and she waved a hand above her head in an attempt to get his attention.

"Danny!" She yelled over the loud thumping of the music.

There were hands suddenly on her waist, fingers pressing into the strip of bare skin on her stomach as someone plastered themselves to her back. Hot breath fanned out over her ear and her hand slipped from Stiles' sweatshirt when she flinched in surprise, watching hopelessly as he immediately disappeared in the crowd.

"Someone named Danny ignoring you?" A deep voice asked.

Amber's fingers grappled at the hands on her waist and they loosened their grip easily, releasing her as she spun around to face an attractive man with light hair. She blinked in surprise and took a small step back.

"I thought this was a gay club." She stated over the loud music, her body being nudged forward into the man's chest when someone bumped into her from behind as they danced.

"I'm bi," The guy told her, shouting in an attempt to be heard over the noise of the club, "Heard you calling out for Danny and thought you might be too-"

"Oh! I, uh-"

The stranger looked out at the crowd before focusing on her again, "Oh! Wow. Shit- Is Danny a girl? Like, Danielle?"

"I- Sorry! Sorry, I actually really gotta go-" Amber apologized awkwardly, cutting the conversation short and stepping back as a heavy cloud of fog fell from the ceiling and cascaded down onto the dancefloor.

As she began to push through the crowd again, it was significantly more difficult to see than it had been only a few moments before. The fog from the machines above them was thick and the flashing lights seemed to make things more blurry as they reflected against the clouds in the air.

"Stiles?" She yelled over the music, "Danny!" She called out again uselessly.

A scream sounded out over the bass-heavy music and she pushed her way through the crowd more frantically. There was a familiar red glow just a few yards away, two bright beacons cutting through the dark that prompted Amber to shove her way through the bodies with more vigor. She scrambled to get to where she could just barely make out Derek's glowing eyes through the thick gray clouds of fog.

She pushed through just as Derek swiped a clawed hand through the darkness and scratched a deep gash across the kanima's throat. A yelp of surprise spilled past her lips as her hands flew up to cover her mouth, watching with wide eyes as Derek took ahold of the scaly creature and moved toward the back door that was positioned only a few feet away at the edge of the dancefloor.

"Derek!" She called out, stomach tossing and turning with nausea as she trailed behind and pushed out the doors into the alleyway with a crash, "What did you do!" Amber yelled after him in panic, her feet carrying her in the direction she'd seen him vanish as he'd headed toward the parking lot, "Did you- You killed-?"

She blinked in confusion, twisting around in slow turns as she looked for any sign of Derek, only to come up empty — The werewolf was gone. Her eyes fell to where Derek had dropped the creature to the pavement uncaringly, her heart pounding painfully in her chest as she looked down at the bloody creature who'd been left for dead.

In the light of the parking lot behind the building, she could see that Jackson was already beginning to return to normal; scales slowly fading into smooth skin and bulky frame shifting back into a smaller teenage body. It only took a minute for the shift to fully take effect and then Jackson was naked and unconscious, his pale human skin marred a deep crimson with the blood from the gash in his throat.

She fell to her knees beside the boy as soon as he'd returned to normal, her shaking hands hovering in hesitation over his bloody chest as she debated what to do. The cut along his throat already appeared slightly smaller than it had only moments before and she watched in relief as Jackson's chest rose and fell with slow breaths.

The sound of running footsteps approaching had her head snapping up to find Scott rounding a parked car and skidding to a stop a few feet away from where Amber was knelt beside Jackson's naked, blood soaked body. He blinked at the scene in front of him in surprise and Amber leaned back to sit on her heels with a shaky breath.

"I- We need to clean all the blood off so we can make sure he's healing-" She told him weakly, eyes flicking back down to Jackson's bloody throat again.

Scott merely blinked again and there were suddenly another set of footfalls running through the parking lot. Amber looked around the parked cars worriedly but it was Stiles who came into view next, the look of shock on his face closely resembling Scott's.

"Guys, c'mon, seriously-" She urged when neither one of them moved nor said anything.

With a collective flinch, the boys both jumped into action all at once. Stiles rushed over to help Amber to her feet while Scott grabbed ahold of Jackson's hands, already beginning to drag him across the pavement in the direction of the Jeep.

"You're gonna scrape up his back-" She started to protest, taking an immediate step toward Scott.

"He'll heal, Amber." Scott reminded her as he pulled Jackson around to the trunk of the vehicle.

"Right," She shook her head, "You're right."

The moment Stiles had tugged open the door to the trunk, Amber was digging around in search. She located a couple bottles of water, unscrewing the cap from one and immediately beginning to pour it over Jackson's neck and shoulders. The blood and water mixed together to rinse away in a cloudy stream down his body, revealing the smooth, clean skin of Jackson's throat.

"I gotta say.." Stiles began suddenly, casting a sidelong glance back toward his girlfriend as he dug around in the back of the vehicle, "Not loving how close you are to Jackson's naked junk right now." He admitted as he emerged with the thick wool blanket that they kept in the trunk for picnics and camping trips.

"Dude." Scott deadpanned in disbelief, already helping Amber rinse Jackson off with the second bottle of water.

Amber wiped at a stubborn patch of drying blood from Jackson's neck beneath the stream and shook her head at her boyfriend, "Yeah, now's not an ideal time for jealousy, Sti."

"Yeah, alright, point taken." He conceded weakly.

Amber reached out to take the blanket but Stiles refused to hand it over, moving forward instead to carelessly wrap it around Jackson's naked body himself. Once Jackson was covered, Scott stepped forward and scooped the unconscious boy up with ease, moving around the side of the Jeep to lay him down in the backseat.

Amber wiped her hands off with a napkin from the glove compartment as she sat down in the front seat and Scott and Stiles piled into the vehicle only a second behind her. They pulled around the building and parked at the front instead so they could watch as the paramedics began to wheel paralyzed clubgoers outside.

As soon as they spotted Danny being carried out on a stretcher, Scott was climbing stealthily from the Jeep and Amber couldn't hold back a sigh.

"Jesus. How many people did Jackson attack in there?" She asked in distress, looking between the boy in the backseat and the doors of the building where there seemed to be an endless train of stretchers rolling out of the doors.

"I'm not sure," Stiles mumbled, "A lot."

His fingers were drumming against the steering wheel in a quick rhythm, the quiet thudthudthud of his hand coming down again and again in an agitated beat. Amber watched the anxious tick for a long minute before placing a hand on his thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

"What is it?" She asked quietly.

"We shouldn't still be here," Stiles said with a shake of his head, "Scott needs to hurry up."

"Maybe you should just get a more inconspicuous car," Amber suggested, eyeing the bright blue paint on the Jeep's hood before her eyes flicked back to meet her boyfriend's unimpressed glare, "-Or not."

It was only another couple of seconds before the passenger door was being wrenched open again with a creak as Scott climbed back inside the Jeep. Amber and Stiles both turned toward him expectantly and Scott frowned under the weight of their gazes.

"I couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott announced.

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles asked frantically.

He spun around in his seat to turn the key in the ignition, but the engine merely ground weakly as it struggled to turn over. A short blare of a siren rang out above the noise of the Jeep's struggle as another police vehicle hurtled into the parking lot in front of them. They all watched wide-eyed as Stiles' father's Sheriff's cruiser came to a stop just a few yards away.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! Could this get any worse?" Stiles yelled in panic.

A weak groan sounded from the backseat as Jackson shifted beneath the blanket with his eyes still closed and they all spun around to look at the boy in surprise.

"That was rhetorical!" Stiles snapped at Jackson's sleeping body.

The three friends sitting in the front spun to look back out the windshield again in distress as the lights on the Sheriff's cruiser continued to flash at them almost tauntingly.

"Get rid of him!" Scott told Stiles in a rush.

"Get rid of him!?" Stiles repeated just a bit too loudly, "We're at a crime scene and he's the Sheriff-"

"He- He's not just gonna leave-" Amber told Scott obviously.

Scott shuffled in his seat and gestured to the police vehicle in front of them again with wild movements of his hands, "I- Do something!" He amended.

Stiles' face pinched up like he wanted to say something else but instead opted to flail his arms at them in silent frustration before throwing the driver's side door open and falling out of the car in a mess of limbs. The door slammed shut behind him and Amber watched intently as Stiles and his father approach one another but her attention was torn away when Jackson sat up in the backseat.

"What's.. What's hap-"

"Shh. Back to sleep," Amber cut off his weak questions, pressing a hand to Jackson's chest and urging him gently to lay back down, "I'm gonna go help Stiles." She announced, not waiting for a response from Scott before she was tumbling out of the vehicle after her boyfriend.

"Wha'd'you mean what am I doing here?" Stiles asked his dad, "What? It's a club! It's a club. We were clubbing, y'know?" He explained as his girlfriend stepped up beside him, "At.. At the club.."

He dropped an arm around Amber's bare shoulders as he spoke and his father eyed the unconscious gesture obviously, giving the two of them a knowing look.

"Not exactly your type of club." Sheriff Stilinski stated, raising his eyebrows deliberately at his son.

Stiles blinked in realization and took a small step away from her as he dropped his arm, hands coming together in front of himself in a display of nerves.

"Uh. Well, dad," He started slowly, "There's a conversation that we-"

"You're not gay." Sheriff Stilinski interrupted blankly.

"W- I could be!" Stiles was quick to defend.

"Dressed like that?" His father asked judgmentally as he assessed his son's outfit.

Stiles balked, "Wh-"

"Told you." Amber muttered under her breath just soft enough that only Stiles could make out her words, masking the quiet comment with a cough.

He frowned petulantly, looking between his father and his girlfriend, "I-"

The Sheriff's eyes drifted over to Amber with an unimpressed look before moving back over to his son, "Not to mention you have a girlfriend."

"Open relationships and polyamory are actually a lot more common than you think-" She supplied, finally inserting herself in the conversation, "Not to mention bisexuality. Or bi-curiousity. And then there's pansexuality, which there's a lot of debate about, but I think it's honestly kind of just ano-"

Sheriff Stilinski seemed entirely uninterested in her rambling and he shook his head as he took a small step to move past them in the direction of the parked Jeep. Stiles and Amber both jumped, frantically moving to block his path again as the Sheriff narrowed his eyes at them reproachfully.

"This is the second crime scene the two of you just happen to have shown up on this week," He scolded them seriously. Amber shrunk back slightly and Stiles opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when his father continued, "At this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kids standing in front of me," He snapped, voice raising as he looked between them critically, "Now, what the hell is going on!"

There was a soft thump from inside the Jeep and they all looked over at the sound to find Scott waving with an innocent smile.

Stiles looked back to his father again with wide eyes, "W- Dad, I- I just-"

"The truth, Stiles." The Sheriff snapped harshly.

"The truth.. Alright," Stiles sighed, "The truth is-"

"We were here with Danny." Amber announced, the words falling from her lips as casually as she could manage.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed without a moment's hesitation, quick to add supporting evidence to her lie, "He just broke up with his boyfriend, so, y'know. We were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That- That's it."

Sheriff Stilinski looked between the two teens consideringly, studying them for hints of deception for a moment before his mouth pulled back into a small frown with a slow nod of his head.

"Well that's really good of you guys," The Sheriff sighed in contrition, "You're good friends."

There compliment put a grin on Stiles' face and he slapped a hand against his father's bicep before taking a small step back, pulling Amber back toward the Jeep with him.

"Hey," The Sheriff called out just as they'd started to turn away. The couple spun back around nervously and the man nodded his head at Amber, frowning as he eyed the amount of skin she had showing, "Put a sweatshirt or something on, will you? It's fifty degrees. You'll catch a cold."

Amber fought to hold in a sigh of relief, "Will do!"

With a shake of his head, he turned away from them, walking in the opposite direction of the Jeep as they climbed back inside. Stiles was turning the key in the ignition before he'd even pulled the door shut behind him and he was speeding out of the parking lot the moment the Jeep rumbled to life beneath them.

As if on cue, Jackson let out another quiet groan from the backseat and Amber made a soft noise of distress herself in response.

"What are we gonna do with him?" She asked, looking at Scott frantically.

"I don't know!" Scott worried, "Why do you always expect me to have the answers?"

"Maybe because you're the werewolf-" She defended.

"Okay, uh, what about your house?" Stiles suggested  as a way of ending the argument before it could really start, nudging Amber with his shoulder.

"Jason is getting off a twenty-six hour shift-" She paused, pulling Stiles' wrist toward herself and pushing his sleeve up just enough to check the time on his watch, "-An hour ago. He's already home."

"Alright, what about Scott's house?" Stiles asked, looking across the car at the other boy in question.

"Not happening. My mom's there," Scott disapproved immediately, "We- We need to take him somewhere that we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him."

"Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous." Amber added, peeking over her shoulder to ensure that Jackson was still asleep.

"I still say we just kill him." Stiles admitted with a wince, tensing as he braced himself for the hit he already knew was coming from the girl beside him.

"Cut that out." She snapped as she delivered a punch to his bicep, "We're not killing anyone."

"Gah! F- Okay, okay!" Stiles surrendered, rubbing his arm with a pout for only a moment before his mouth dropped open with a slow blink. A thought had suddenly popped into his brain, his eyes flicking over the road unseeingly as he got lost in his own head.

"What?" Amber questioned immediately upon recognizing the look on his face.

"I got an idea." He announced, eyes still bouncing around distractedly in thought.

She studied her boyfriend with a frown, "Does it involve breaking the law?" She questioned weakly.

"By now don't you think that's a given?" Stiles responded without actually answering her.

Amber sighed, "Just trying to be optimistic." She muttered as she turned forward in her seat.

"Yeah, don't bother." Stiles told her, reaching over to squeeze her knee.

She and Scott shared a look of commiseration, twin frowns on their faces as Stiles sped toward their new destination.

Amber blew out a warm puff of air, directing the heat into her cupped palms before adjusting the large sleeves of Stiles' borrowed flannel over her cold hands. Her anxious gaze jumped between her two best friends as she shuffled her boots nervously in the dead leaves beneath their feet.

"Okay. So, Scott and I will leave in a few minutes and you'll stay here to keep an eye on Jackson," Amber began to recite their plan once more, her attention focused on Stiles as he leaned back against a tree and nodded in agreement, "I'll drive back out during free period to bring a change of clothes for you and something for you both to eat. You keep checking Jackson's cell phone in case anyone tries to get a hold of him. Um. Just, hang tight and one of us will call you if anything comes up." She promised anxiously.

"Babe, he's not even awake yet. I'll be fine," Stiles attempted to reassure her, "I mean, how hard is it to stand guard of an unconscious asshole handcuffed in the back of a prison transport van?"

As if on cue, Jackson began to yell from inside of the van parked a few yards away, signaling that he had finally awoken.

"Stiles! McCall! I'm gonna kill you!" His angry shouting was muffled slightly by the thick reinforced walls of the armored vehicle.

With a collective wince, the three leapt into action. Stiles took a small step forward and brought his lips to Amber's forehead in a quick goodbye before Scott was leading her through the trees in the direction of her house.

After fifteen minutes of silence, Amber finally voiced the question she'd been ruminating on throughout the hike, stepping carefully over a fallen branch as she spoke, "Y'think I should be offended or relieved that Jackson didn't even mention me?"

"Relieved, probably." Scott answered easily.

She nodded in response, sighing happily as she finally followed Scott's steps through the treeline and into her own backyard.

"Oh, thank god." She exclaimed in relief, "I feel disgusting. I want to-"

"You don't have time to shower." Scott interrupted knowingly, "We have enough time to grab your car and that's it."

"What?" She whined, looking down at her clothes from the day before and the oversized checkered shirt she had buttoned over the top, "But-"

"Don't you keep a change of clothes in your gym locker?" Scott questioned.

"No-?" She narrowed her eyes at her best friend, "Oh.. My god. You have a change of clothes at school? You're going to be able to change and I'm not?"

"Dude. We need to be on time for first period if we don't want anything to look suspicious," Scott reminded her, "And it's already-" He checked the time on his phone, "Shit. It's already seven forty-five!"

"Shit!" She reiterated, running with him toward the house where they grabbed her keys and climbed into the Pacer in a rush.

Her eyes flicked to the analog clock on the dash as she moved her feet over the pedals and shifted gears, speeding down the road toward town. They had thirteen minutes.

She whipped into a parking spot at the front of the building with two minutes to get to their first class, which was a miracle in itself considering she'd managed to turn the normally fifteen minute drive to the school into an eleven minute one.

They dashed through the building in what was nearly run and Amber found herself fumbling to put in the combination to her locker correctly so that she could pull out her things.

She'd gotten zero hours of sleep, not a single one of her homework assignments was completed, her boyfriend was babysitting a kidnapped kanima slash pain in the ass, her phone was down to forty-six percent battery, and based on the slew of texts she'd received over the last twelve hours — there was a pretty good chance that Lydia was going to kill her.

She could already tell that it was going to be a rough day.

The trilling of the phone on Mrs. Patterson's desk was startlingly loud when it rang out in the middle of their Algebra II lesson that afternoon and the teacher jumped in surprise, laughing at herself as she placed her marker down beneath the whiteboard and turned to pick up the receiver. Her eyes flicked to where Amber was sitting for a moment as she conversed with someone, giving verbal affirmation to the person on the other line with a small nod.

Amber's heart was pounding nervously in her chest as the older woman hung up the phone, nodding toward the girl and moving back over to the board at the front of the room.

"Amber, you're needed in the office, dear." Mrs. Patterson told her, "I'm not sure how long it'll be, so just take your things with you, just in case."

"I- Um, okay." She stuttered in surprise, gathering her books into her arms and leaving the room in an anxious blur of movements.

Her mind was racing with the possible reasons for being called down to the office. She thought of Stiles, alone in the preserve with Jackson, and she swallowed nervously as she stepped into the main office. The secretary's desk was deserted when she arrived and she looked around in confusion for only a moment before the door to the principal's office was swinging open behind her.

She flinched as she spun around, finding Gerard Argent smiling at her in what she figured he'd intended to look like faux kindness, but in reality only succeeded in making her feel more queasy.

"Miss Callisto," He greeted slowly, "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to have a quick word with you in my office."

She swallowed. Her hands tightened around her books for a moment and the old man's eyes seemed to catalogue the movement, his grin pulling up on one side as he took in her visible nerves.

"No need to panic, you're not in trouble," He joked, "I just have a couple of questions for you."

She laughed shakily and fought to calm herself, forcing the three day old image of Scott, covered in his own blood from his encounter with the old man, out of her mind as she stepped toward Gerard.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, Principal Argent."

She dropped her books into the chair in the corner of his office and settled into the seat across from the large desk, watching with a small wave of relief as the old man rounded the wooden surface to settle into his own chair, the desk serving as a barrier between them.

"I hear you're going to be studying with my granddaughter this afternoon." Gerard prompted slowly, studying her with a grin that she found uncomfortably menacing.

"Um, yeah," Amber agreed immediately, licking her lips as she quickly tried to think of something to support the lie, "History," She supplied, "The midterm is next week, so.."

"History.." Gerard repeated, the slowness of his drawl made Amber nervous for half a second, worried that she'd said something wrong, but then he was nodding his head and continuing, "One of my favorites.. Especially military history."

"I, um, I don't know a lot about military history, to be honest," Amber told him, "We cover a lot of World War Two and the Civil War but, um, not much else. We don't really.. Delve into it."

"Hm," He hummed with a frown, "You ever hear the phrase, 'know thy enemy'?"

Her heart stuttered nervously, "Um, yeah, I think I've heard that before."

"It's from The Art Of War by Sun Tzu," Gerard explained slowly, "Do you know what it means?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows and deepening the wrinkles in his forehead.

"I, uh.. You have to really know your enemy to beat them," She answered cautiously, "Inside and out. All their nuances and weaknesses and such."

"That's right," He nodded, "I think it's safe to say, you and I both know I'm having that very problem.. An enemy about which I know next to nothing. And it's killed one of my own. Among others."

"Yeah, I've heard," She responded after a moment, "Um, I'm sorry for your loss."

The old man hummed noncommittally again, "Did you hear Jackson Whittemore didn't show up to school today?"

Amber blinked, "Um, no. I didn't hear that."

"His parents called and so did the police," Gerard revealed, watching her reaction closely, "Your friend Mr. Stilinski is absent today as well. Isn't that an interesting coincidence?"

"It is a coincidence," She agreed easily, "Stiles called me this morning to let me know he wasn't feeling well. He usually gives me a ride to school but today I had to drive myself."

"And Mr. Whittemore, you wouldn't know anything about his absence, would you?"

An innocent pout sat on her lips as she shook her head in denial.

"Well, let me tell you what I know," Gerard started slowly, "I know that a teenager's first instinct is to protect their friends-" He pushed up from his chair and began to move around the desk toward her, his steps agonizingly slow, "And I believe that you, Miss Callisto, would always want to protect your friends, even if it meant lying."

The old man came to stand at her back and rested his hands lightly over her shoulders atop her flannel as he continued on.

"-So, I want to ask one more question, and this time with a small advantage."

She glanced down at Gerard's large hands and her jaw clenched uncomfortably when the old man delicately pulled her hair back until it hung behind her shoulders. She let out a slow breath through her nose and the muscles in her thigh ticked with the impulse to run.

He squeezed her shoulders beneath his hands and she took her lower lip between her teeth painfully as she felt one of his hands slide to cup the base of her neck, the other pressing two fingers firmly against the side of her throat, and Scott's warnings suddenly rung in her head, his voice echoing in her ears.

"Be careful."

"Allison's grandfather is dangerous."

"If he corners you or Stiles, you run, alright? I can't have you getting hurt."

Amber moved to stand from her chair in a rush but was push to sit back down abruptly, wrinkled hands settling back on her shoulders with a firm grip.

"I'm not going to hurt you," The old man promised, his hands retaking in the mildly threatening position they'd been in only moments before, "I just want to get a sense of your pulse. Think of it as a game-"

Before she could think better of it, Amber was speaking breathlessly, "I'm not sure what kind of games they had back in your day, but nowadays-"

"It'll be a quick one," He promised with a low chuckle, "All you have to do is tell the truth."

She huffed out a frustrated breath but nodded in complacency, swallowing loudly against his fingers in preparation.

"Do you know anything about Jackson being missing?"

"No." She said easily, moving to stand from her seat only to be yanked back down again.

"Is he in trouble?" Gerard followed up immediately, the pads of his fingertips pressing back into the hollow of her throat.

"No," She repeated firmly, "And that's more than one question."

"Does this have anything to do with my granddaughter?"

"No." She snapped.

"Does it have anything to do with your friend Scott?"

Amber blinked, slightly caught off guard, "No."

There was a brief moment of silence in which Amber grew slightly more nervous and significantly more angry.

"Your pulse jumped." Gerard told her, his raspy voice much too close to her ear to be comfortable.

His hands were knocked away as threw herself up and out of the chair, "Because this is crazy!" She snapped, spinning around to face him with shaking hands, "It's inappropriate and ridiculous. I mean, what-"

"I'm sorry, dear," Gerard told her in feigned surprise, hands coming up in a show of surrender, "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I'm not." She quickly denied, "I'm not frightened."

Gerard's eyebrows rose with clear condescension, as if he didn't believe her in the slightest, "No?"

"No." She reiterated, shaking out the sleeves of her borrowed shirt until they fell to cover her hands. She moved them behind her back in an attempt to hide the way her fingers had began to tremble.

"Well, good then," Gerard turned to open the door to his office, stepping aside in a gesture that she was free to leave, "You may go. Thank you, for humoring an old man." He chuckled.

She grabbed her books from the chair against the wall in a rush and made to leave. Just as she was about to step over the threshold, Gerard stuck an arm out in front of her with an eerie smile etched onto his face.

"Ah. Just one more thing, Miss Callisto," He said when she paused abruptly behind his blockade, "Might I suggest you try to stay out of trouble.. A pretty young lady such as yourself really should really keep her focus on-" His eyes narrowed as he paused to choose his words carefully, "Less dangerous affairs."

Her lips pulled into a tight line but she gave him a small nod, taking a tentative step forward and barely holding back a sigh of relief when Gerard dropped his arm and allowed her to pass.

The moment she was out of the main office, she was rushing down the hallway toward her locker with quick steps, throwing her books inside and pulling her phone from her pocket with still-trembling fingers. She clicked on Stiles' contact and brought the phone up to her ear but instead being greeted by the familiar dull ringing, it went immediately through to his voicemail box.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," She hissed, clicking his contact a second time and bringing the phone up to her ear once again, "C'mon, Sti-"

"Yo, it's Stiles! Leave me a mes-"

She swore again and shoved her phone back into her pocket, looking at the clock hanging in the hallway in contemplation for a few seconds before slamming her locker shut with a curse and taking off in the direction of the rear parking lot.

Once she reached the treeline, she paused for a moment and took a steadying breath. The fastest way into the preserve was through the woods in front of her. If she ran, she could most likely make it to where they'd parked the transport van in less than five minutes — As long as she didn't take a wrong turn somewhere and get lost along the way.

Easy.

She took off in a sprint, racing through the trees and pushing her legs as fast as they could go while trying not to trip over the numerous rocks and tree roots that jutted up from the uneven ground. The incline was brutal and her boots weren't ideal for running but as she finally came up the final stretch of the hill, she spotted the bright white of the van in the distance. The brown lettering on the side of the vehicle contrasted starkly against the clean paint and she found herself pushing her legs that much harder.

Stiles had taken up post on the ground, back resting against the trunk of a tree as he used one of the many keys on his keychain to carve mindlessly at the large stick in his hands in boredom. His head snapped up suddenly at the sound of her running footsteps and he abandoned his stick to scramble to his feet clumsily.

"Hey, what-" He caught Amber by her arms when her feet skidded in the leaves in front of him in an attempt to come to a sudden stop, looking at her with surprised eyes as she panted heavily, "Woah. What's wrong? What happened?"

"Didn't- Didn't answer- Your phone." She scolded between deep lungfuls of air.

"It-It died like an hour ago-" Stiles told her apologetically, "Why what's wrong?"

"They.. Know." She gasped between breaths, steadying herself with her hands on his chest.

"Who knows what?" Stiles asked, pushing a slightly sweaty lock of her wild hair out of her face and securing it behind her ear.

"They know. Know Jackson's missing-" She explained as she tried to catch her breath.

"What?" Stiles said in confusion, "No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue."

He pulled Jackson's phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt to show her the series of messages he'd sent to Jackson's father as evidence. Amber grabbed his hands to steady the screen as her eyes skimmed the texts.

"No," She shook her head with wide eyes, "Allison's grandfather just pulled me from class to ask me all these questions, alright? It was practically an interrogation. And he- He said that Jackson's parents went to the police-"

Her words seemed to finally get through to him and Stiles' eyes widened, holding Jackson's phone loosely in his fingers as if the device were carrying some contagious disease.

"-They know." She finished.

Stiles made a noise of distress and pawned off the cell phone as he ran to the front of the stolen van, wrenching the passenger side door open and reaching over to click the dispatch radio on.

"All units, please proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Repeat: Proceed with caution."

Another panicked squeak left Stiles' throat and Amber was already looking at him with wide eyes when he spun around to face her.

"What do we do?" She asked in a rush.

"We get far, far away from here-" Stiles told her, already rounding the vehicle and climbing behind the wheel.

She jumped into the passenger seat and her wide eyes fell to the phone in her hands, "What about his phone?"

Stiles blinked and froze where he had already begun to shift the vehicle into drive, as if he'd forgotten about the device already. He took it from her limp grip and tapped at the screen rapidly, clicking the contact labeled "Mom" before wiping the phone down with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and throwing it out the window just as it began to ring through.

"Okay.. Okay, and where are we going?" Amber questioned as the tires of the vehicle crunched along the forest floor.

"No idea." Stiles told her honestly.

"They were tracking his phone, right?" She questioned, "That's how they know where he is?"

"Yup."

"Okay," She licked her lips, face scrunching up in thought, "Okay, let's go to the lookout."

Stiles flicked his eyes over to her briefly in confusion as he drove the large van through a narrow patch of trees.

"-It's at the opposite end of the preserve," She explained immediately, "They won't have manpower to spread their search that far out from his phone's location. Not for hours-"

"You make a really hot criminal, y'know that?" His gaze momentarily drifted back over to her again, "You're freakishly good at it."

"I'm not so sure my skills at being a criminal are something I'm necessarily proud of." She noted with a wince.

"A hot criminal." Stiles corrected immediately.

She reached across the car to rub her thumb softly along the side of his neck, shaking her head fondly as she watched him smoothly maneuver the rough terrain through the preserve.

"Yeah, whatever. Just get us outta here, Clyde."

Later that afternoon, the nightclub victims from the previous evening – all of whom were blessedly alive – were only just beginning to be discharged from Beacon Hills Hospital after being subjected to a whole slew of tests and blood work as doctors and police struggled to figure out exactly what had happened.

Amber and Scott had finally managed to locate Danny's hospital room just as the boy was starting to collect his things and readying himself to head home.

"You're sure everything's okay between you and Jackson?" Amber questioned Danny disbelievingly once more.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Danny repeated, looking between her and Scott in confusion for a moment before rifling through his wallet with a frown, "Did the cops have to take my fake ID?" He bemoaned with a dejected sigh.

"You didn't do anything to make him angry?" Scott was quick to follow up.

Danny furrowed his brows, "How angry?"

"On a scale of one to ten, one being kind of irritated and ten wanting to kill you.. Violently." Scott elaborated.

Danny merely shrugged, "Jackson's always kind of at a four-"

Amber snorted.

"-But we're good." He promised, "I was actually doing him a favor."

At this, Amber's posture straightened and she uncrossed her arms from over her chest as she perked up in interest, "What kind of favor?"

"I was recovering a video for him. I put it on my tablet," He explained before pausing in realization, "-Which is in the trunk of my car.. And probably still at the club.."

"What was on the video?" Scott asked before Amber could voice the very same question.

Danny frowned, "I'm not really supposed to say."

"Danny, c'mon, this is important." Amber insisted.

He continued to frown and Scott sighed, "What if we told you this could be a matter of life and death?" Scott tried.

"..I'm not supposed to say." Danny repeated slowly.

Amber scrunched her nose up in irritation and tapped her foot against the floor distractedly, "What if I told you we can get you your fake ID back?"

Danny blinked, hesitating and clearly on the cusp of caving in.

"C'mon, Danny.. Good fakes don't come cheap-" She goaded gently.

He sighed, eyes flicking between them with a put out look upon his face, "Alright, fine. It was just some video he took of himself in bed, okay? I promised I wouldn't watch it and I didn't. Whether he was sleeping, jerking off, whatever, I don't know. I just know he filmed it a couple weeks ago-"

"A couple weeks ago, like, maybe say.. Fifteen days ago, a couple weeks ago?" Amber pressed quickly, wide eyes flicking to Scott for a moment before refocusing on Danny.

The boy shrugged, "Yeah, I guess, sometime around then. He borrowed a video camera from Matt and like two hours of the footage got mysteriously erased."

"But you recovered the footage?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah. Like I said, it's on my tablet," Danny told them, sounding slightly exasperated, "You guys better have been serious about getting my ID back because Jackson's gonna kill me if he finds out I told you anything."

Amber winced at his choice of words but nodded nonetheless, "Yeah, totally. We'll get it, I swear."

"But we should get going-" Scott added quickly, pulling Amber's arm and tugging her in the direction of the doorway.

"Thanks, Danny!" She called out over her shoulder.

The two moved down the hallway in the direction of the exit with fast steps, but were forced to stop short at the sight of Scott's mom, the woman blocking their path with raised hands.

"While I think you being here to check on your friend is all sorts of commendable, I've gotta play tough mom right now, even though I'm not very good at it." Ms. McCall said weakly, eyes focused on her son.

Scott looked as if he wanted to argue, eyes drifting to Amber in silent plea before focusing on his mother once again, "Right now?" He asked, not quite able to keep the desperation from creeping into his voice.

"Yes, right now," Scott's mom said firmly, "I just got a call from your principal. You are failing two classes?"

Amber's eyes widened at the information but she attempted to school her face into something slightly less surprised by the time Ms. McCall's gaze drifted over to her.

"I- I know," Scott flicked his eyes over to his friend again as he continued, "And that's why I'm going to study with Amber and Stiles. Right now." He fibbed.

"You are?" Ms. McCall asked skeptically, looking between the two teens.

Amber was already nodding in agreement, leaning her weight onto Scott's shoulder, "Oh, for sure. Stiles and I are gonna get him all studied up. Really pack this brain with knowledge-" She emphasized her words by rapping her knuckles against Scott's head firmly.

Ms. McCall pursed her lips as if she was deciding whether or not to believe the teens before speaking to her son again, "Did you know that if you fail one of your midterms, that they're gonna hold you back?" She asked quietly.

Scott deflated further, "He said that?"

"Argent." Amber grumbled under her breath in distaste.

"All of your friends are gonna be Juniors while you're still a Sophomore," Ms. McCall explained slowly, "Do you understand, Scott? You cannot fail."

"I know." Scott sighed again.

"Okay," His mom slumped in relief at the conversation finally coming to an end, "Thank you."

Amber took Scott's hand in hers gave it a reassuring squeeze as they stepped past his mother and continued in their escape once again.

"We seriously will help you study," Amber promised, "This weekend. All weekend. You're not gonna fail."

He gave her a dejected nod in response, "Thanks," He dropped her hand as they stepped out into the parking lot, "Now, let's go see what's on that video."

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima then he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet." Scott grumbled, rubbing a hand through his hair in frustration as they explained their findings, or lack thereof, in Danny's car to Stiles and Allison.

"Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it?" Stiles questioned in disbelief as they stepped further away from the van and closer to the rocky cliffside of the lookout.

"Maybe he didn't take it," Amber suggested, "I mean, the trunk of Danny's car was definitely broken into, but it looked like someone messed with it, y'know? With tools. Not like it had been torn open with super strength."

Stiles regarded her seriously as he thought over her words, "Then someone else knows what he is." He pointed out.

"That could mean someone is protecting him." Scott realized, looking between them with wide eyes.

"It's like the bestiary says. 'The kanima seeks a friend.' Right?" Allison questioned.

"Okay, hold on-" Stiles cut in, rubbing his palms aggressively over his short hair as he processed the discovery, "So somebody watched Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima on the full moon, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know-? I mean, who would do that?"

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" Allison questioned.

"There's something else-" Scott interjected, turning his attention to Stiles, "You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after murderers.. What if that's actually true?"

"Well, no, it can't be. It tried to kill all of us, remember?" Stiles shook his head before making a show of taking his girlfriend's hand in his, "Tried to kill me and Amber twice. I don't know about you two but we haven't murdered anybody lately."

"But- But I don't think it was actually trying to kill us," Scott disagreed, turning toward Allison, "Remember, when we were at Isaac's the first time? It just went right by us, didn't it?"

Allison blinked in realization with a small nod, "You're right.. It just ran off."

"-And it didn't try to kill you guys at the mechanic's garage." Scott pointed out.

"No, I- I guess not." Amber frowned in thought.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill us and Derek in the pool." Stiles reminded them.

"Did it, though?" Scott questioned, looking between them.

"It would've," Stiles defended immediately, fingers tightening unconsciously around Amber's hand, "It was waiting for us to come out."

"..What if it was trying to keep you in?" Scott asked slowly.

The suggestion drove Amber's wide-eyed gaze to her boyfriend and she watched his jaw drop in disbelief, no sound leaving his mouth for a few slow seconds as he processed.

"Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?" Stiles shook out his limbs in a full-body shiver, keeping his fingers tangled with Amber's but bringing his arm over her head and wrapping it around her shoulders to draw her closer.

"I- I almost drowned," Amber pointed out, "Twice."

"There's something else going on," Scott told them, "We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson. Or why someone's protecting him-"

"'Know thy enemy.'" Amber quoted quietly, eyebrows drawing together in thought.

"My grandfather said that today." Allison told her.

Amber nodded, "Yeah.. Yeah, he said it to me too."

The four of them got lost in their own heads as each one of them tried to piece things together, a brief silence overtaking the group before Stiles spoke loudly.

"Alright! I've got it!" He exclaimed, "Let's kill Jackson. Problem solved-"

Amber reached her free hand up to pinch the softness of his stomach between her thumb and forefinger, glaring as he winced in pain.

"What did I say about suggesting we kill people?" She whispered seriously.

Stiles rolled his shoulders with a sigh, "To cut it out.. And that we're not gonna do that-"

"He risked his life for us," Scott interrupted, "Against Peter. You remember that?"

"Yes. But what did we just find out?" Stiles asked in irritation, "He got the bite from Derek. It's funny.. How he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us-" He said, pointing out how utterly ridiculous the sequence of events was, "It's funny!"

"That doesn't mean he deserves to die." Amber told Stiles softly, resting her hand over the spot on his belly she'd just abused below his navel.

"Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not worth saving." Scott added seriously.

Stiles frowned as his gaze flicked between them, "It's always something with him though-"

"He doesn't know what he's doing." Scott defended.

"So what?" Stiles argued immediately.

"So, I didn't either!" Scott bit back.

Stiles frowned, deflating at the truth in his friend's words. A sigh fell from Amber's lips at the reminder of just how little control Scott had only a month before.

"You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" Scott asked Allison, turning back to his friends when his girlfriend nodded silently, "Remember when I tried to kill both of you?"

"Yeah, of course we do, Scott." Amber said quietly, voice hardly more than a whisper.

"I had you guys to help me," Scott pointed out, "He has nobody."

"That's his own fault." Stiles was quick to point out.

Amber thumped her head onto her boyfriend's shoulder at the lack of headway they were making with the conversation, pulling at his shirt to get his attention as she spoke softly.

"Look, Jackson's a dick," She agreed with Stiles quietly, "I know that as much as anyone.. But, it doesn't mean we shouldn't still try to help him."

Scott nodded, "If we can save him, we should try."

Stiles huffed, unhappy with his best friends ganging up on him, but eventually rolled his eyes with a shrug, "Yeah, alright. Whatever." He muttered, licking his lips and looking between them, "But if this comes back to bite us in the ass, I reserve the right to tell you both that I frickin' told you so."

"Deal." Amber and Scott both agreed with a shake of their heads.

Amber pushed through her front door in a wave of exhaustion. The only thing she wanted to do was take a shower and get some much-needed sleep, but Lydia was already waiting for her upstairs for what was supposed to be their study date, so she plastered a smile on her face.

"I come bearing flowers!" Amber announced hopefully as she stepped into her bedroom, "-For my amazing, beautiful, intelligent friend who's stuck by my side since we were in diapers.. And who I really hope isn't still furious with me for being weird, and cagey, and totally blowing her off-"

"You're like a lying, groveling, suburban husband," Lydia pointed out, not moving from her place in the middle of the bed, "Trying to beg forgiveness with flowers and apologies that I'm assuming will contain some sort of half-assed excuse that won't actually explain anything."

Amber deflated slightly at the truth in her friend's words.

"Does, um.. Does that mean you don't want the flowers?" She questioned dejectedly, stepping up to the side of the bed.

Lydia glared, "Of course I want the flowers. Don't be stupid," She scoffed, taking the bundle from Amber's hand and studying at them curiously, "Funny.. This is the second time someone's given me flowers in the last twenty-four hours." She commented quietly.

Immediately intrigued, Amber plopped down onto her bed beside the redhead, "Who else gave you flowers?"

Lydia shrugged, "It was just one flower. And I don't know his name."

"Was he cute?" Amber questioned in interest.

The flowers were set down gently onto the bedspread and Lydia narrowed her eyes, "Don't think you're going to be able to just change the subject. Amber.. What the hell is going on?" She demanded sharply.

"I, uh-" Amber swallowed nervously. She'd rehearsed about ten different excuses on her way home, but they'd all suddenly vanished from her brain as she sat in front of her friend, "It's-"

"Can you tell me what happened the other night?" Lydia prompted, continuing her list of questions without pause, "Why Derek Hale was there? Why it seems as if everyone around me is hiding something? How you got that golf ball sized bump on the side of your head?"

Amber found herself slightly stunned by the barrage of questions and she blinked as her fingers came up unthinkingly to the lump on her head — The swelling in the place where Erica had knocked her unconscious had finally gone down, but had been replaced by another bump just a few inches closer to her temple, where Isaac had unkindly bashed her head against the wall during their scuffle the previous evening.

"Hello?" Lydia demanded, snapping her fingers in her friend's face impatiently, "Anything?"

"I, um, I hit my head." She supplied stupidly.

Lydia's face flashed with genuine hurt at the singular, dismissive answer and Amber's heart ached as the redhead frowned at her, "And the rest?" She questioned weakly.

"I- It's not really my place to say anything. It's not.. They're not really my secrets to share." Amber said in a quiet voice.

"You can't even tell me why you and Allison both keep blowing me off?" Lydia asked, "I mean, even tonight! We plan to study and you text me to say you can talk for a few minutes but then you have to run? What is so important that-"

"Look, Lydia, I'm sorry. I really, really am. And I wish I could explain. But I can't. And-" Amber huffed, heart ticking up anxiously in her chest as she eyed her laptop on the desk, "And on top of everything I need to figure out how to translate five pages of a dead language that I didn't even know existed until-"

"What language?" Lydia questioned with a sigh, realizing she wasn't going to get the answers she seeked.

"Fucking Archaic Latin! It's ridicul-"

"I know Archaic Latin." Lydia interrupted casually.

Amber blinked in surprise, stumbling from the bed in her haste to grab her computer and bring it back over to Lydia, "You- You know Archaic Latin?" She repeated frantically, "How- What-"

Lydia shrugged, peering at the computer screen curiously as Amber clicked wildly at the trackpad to pull up the bestiary file, "I got bored with classical Latin." She explained simply.

"Can you- Will you read this for me?" Amber asked quickly, turning the screen around to show her the pages with the kanima illustrations.

Lydia hummed as her eyes scanned the page, "Mmm.. Kanima. A weapon of vengeance.. Is used to carry out the bidding of its master-"

"Wait-" Amber stopped her already, "Repeat that?"

Lydia rolled her eyes and traced her finger along the gibberish on the screen, "Kanima is a weapon of vengeance used to carry out the bidding of its master.'" She paraphrased again.

"Master?" Amber repeated carefully, "You're sure it's master? Because.. Mrs. Morrell's translation was a little rough but I'm pretty sure she said, that word specifically, meant friend."

Lydia shook her head, "She was wrong. It means master."

Amber's mind was racing at the implication. This changed absolutely everything-

"Is that important?" Lydia questioned curiously, wide green eyes attempting to understand Amber's reaction.

"I- Yeah, it is. It really-" Amber slammed her laptop shut and tripped over her own feet as she scrambled from the bed and in the direction of the doorway, "It's really important. Lyds, I- I am so beyond sorry and I love you, and you're amazing, and a freaking genius, but-"

"But you have to run?" Lydia finished disappointedly.

"Yes-" Amber confirmed, rushing back over to the bed and pressing a kiss into Lydia's perfect hair before hurrying back toward the door, arms flailing as she ran around the doorway, "I'm sorry! I swear I will make it up to you!"

"You'd better!" Lydia's voice called out.

Tripping over her own feet, Amber stumbled down the hall, movements clumsy with her haste to get back to Scott and Stiles to tell them what she'd learned.

Someone was controlling Jackson.

[ekaterin1701]

Saw this on Twitter and was quite baffled by the idea of sorting by kudos in the first place. I’ve always just gone to the SG1 tag or the Sam/ Jack tag on AO3, which is automatically sorted by most recent, and didn’t even realise you could sort by kudos!

One thing that struck me was that multi-chapter fics probably get more kudos than one-shots simply because they’d be at the top of the ‘most recent’ list more often as they are updated, meaning more readers have a chance to see them. A one-shot doesn’t get that boost.

So, I’ve just sorted the S/J tag by kudos and the top ten fics are:

Crossover fic (SG1/ SGA, Teen Wolf, The Sentinel) - multi-chapter, 2,915 kudos, 63k hits

Crossover fic (NCIS, SG1/ SGA, The Sentinel) - multi-chapter, 1,844 kudos, 65k hits

SGA Rodney/ John fic - under 2k words and a fairly low-key relationship fic (from Sam’s POV), but it’s got 1,778 kudos and 17k hits.

SG1 Jack/ Sam fic (The Love That Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger by NiceHatGeorgia) - multi-chapter, 1,490 kudos , 37k hits

SGA/ SG1 invasion of earth-type fic - multi-chapter, 1,366 kudos, 42k hits

Crossover fic (SG1, Teen Wolf - same author as no. 1) - multi-chapter, 1,308 kudos, 8k hits

SG1 Jack/ Sam fic (Compulsion by Sharim28) - multi-chapter, 1,374 kudos, 33k hits

Crossover fic (The Sentinel, SGA, SG1, John Wick, Teen Wolf) - multi-chapter, 1,265 kudos, 49k hits, first WIP in the list

SG1 Jack/ Sam fic (Retrospective by Salr323) - one shot (of 18k words!), 1,219 kudos, 16k hit

SG1 Jack/ Sam fic (Full Disclosure by Salr323) - one shot (of 11k words!), 1.114 kudos, 14k hits

The next ten includes another Teen Wolf crossover (same author again), two sequel stories to no 5, a SGA/ Avengers crossover, four Sam/ Jack fics (three complete and one WIP), a SGA one-shot, and a SG1 one-shot (a quantum mirror/ OT4 story which is 66k words!).

I really was not expecting the top story to be a Teen Wolf crossover 😧 It was published in 2017, and I’d love to know why that particular story is such a big hit. Big Name Fan as author? A logical connection between Teen Wolf and SG1 that I’m not aware of? The writing (the crossovers and the author’s other SG1 fics) is good, and the author quite prolific, but it is still a surprising result.

I also looked at sorting by bookmarks, which similar to sorting by kudos (only one per story), and unsurprisingly the top twenty fics when sorted by comments are all multi-chapter.

I agree with the point that good fic in the early eras of a fandom might not be classed as good in the later years. I’ve found this in my trawl through the Gateworld S/J recs where stories that are recommended as being really great are not that well-written or in character to my eyes. I think some of that might be the change in tone - there are some early SG1 fics (dated during the show’s run) that seem to have a more light-hearted/ almost comedy tone, and I’m trying to think whether the early seasons do seem less serious than the later seasons as the stakes get higher/ the war with the Goa’uld seems less likely to be won. I’ve mused on this before and haven’t come up with an answer!

[holyangelstudentuniverse]

Your turn!

Hit me with your top five (or ten if you can) Teen Wolf headcanons overall, about any character/pairing/scene. Your overall top five/ten headcanons

Ok!!

1). Chris Argent in any pairing is a bottom/sub. Like, just in everyday life outside of work/hunting.

2). Like Peter says, Stiles is way better suited to being a 'wolf than Scott is, but maybe wouldn't be the nicest Alpha.

3). Talia has to be at least 15 years older than Peter, who I feel is the youngest of his siblings. You can't look at how he acts/speaks and tell me he doesn't act like the baby of the family. (I'm 10 years older than my youngest brother and 11 years older than my stepsister. Peter acts like he's the youngest.)

4). Since Gideon Emery grew up going between the UK and South Africa, I think Deucalion did too.

5). Peter/Stiles/Chris/Deucalion would rule/destroy the fucking world, whether in a poly relationship, or just teamed up to defeat their enemies and get whatever they want.

6). Peter would be clingy with whoever he's with. Maybe not physically clingy, but always around, trying to be near them without being near them.

7). In the scene where the Sheriff says that Stiles can't be gay with how he dresses is dumb. Or at least the Sheriff is. Clothes are just clothes, Stiles is most likely Bi or Pan, and the Sheriff is probably the one who bought the clothes in the first place.

8). You mentioned Peter having Autism in a previous post, and I can see that, but I also see Derek the same way.

9). Deaton is very manipulative like Peter, but way more subtle about it. He makes it seem like he's just cryptic and shit and can't tell you things outright, but purposely NOT saying anything or at least nothing clear can be manipulative too. I think he's more of a villain than half the ones we're told are villains.

10). Stiles, canonically having ADHD, should have been more, casually(?)annoying. Like, randomly messing with Scott's face because he's trying to see if his eyes are the same colour/shape/etc., opening/shutting the fridge without actually looking inside, just for the noise/cool air, spacing out mid conversation, then coming back to ask a question that was already asked and answered by some of the others, etc.

Bonus: As fancy or high class as Peter seems to be, I don't see him liking sushi. I'd even go so far as to say I can see him being vegetarian due to certain meats being gross, not a good texture, and possibly making him feel sick after eating. (I know some vegetables can have bad textures too, but this is just what I feel could be his reasoning.)

(If you want to ask, I can try and answer more in-depth.)

[archeryqueen95]

Thank you so much @narcobarbies for tagging me!! 🥰💗🥰💗

RULES: MY TOP TEN FAVORITE TV CHARACTERS (gifs aren't mine)

1. Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)

2. Prudence Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

3. Iris West (The Flash)

4. Kira Yukimura (Teen Wolf)

5. The Vera siblings (Charmed)

6. Max Mitchell (Wild Cards)

7. Bianca Barclay (Wednesday)

8. Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone)

9. Claudia de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire) (both versions)

10. Monet de Haan and Zoya Lott (Gossip Girl)

I'm going to be tagging (No Pressure!) I Love Y'all!!!: @cmcclain001 @5tar1117 @evilgeniusandcats @untilspringdays   @madeofsaltiness @seungkwan-s @syeiralei @hadesmalum @unica-angel @thenerdybonbon @laymedead @to1gf @stardustspell @atinystraykid @xandis @baekhyunsbambi @thesouththth131 @blackinkedobsession @mars-aria @iamcon-fu-sion @negrowhat @saudadewrites @sweetcantae @cozygurlll @ravensfreckles @six2vii @dreamsxannie @astarkey @youremysputnik @sinpiesinpie @lovwonho @irenesbae @lonesplendour   @inlove-withfrogs @tophsazulas @soolucky @ijkailm @trashlord-007 @cakeandcloth @lunaintheskyforever @aengustheprizewinninghog @grl-supremacy @dental-jewelry @pink-vacancy @dailyfictionalblackgirls @kunfetti

[trollprincess]

Okay, so some of you might not know this because I did this before I returned to Tumblr from the bird site, BUT. Last year I dictated almost two entire books to my phone.

Let me explain. One of my jobs is a twelve-hour weekend night shift. Six PM to six AM Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, so thirty-six hours with the other four hours paid just as long as we do the entire weekend. I first took it so I could have the rest of the week off, and then proceeded to go back to work at dog camp those days. For the most part, over the last five years, I have only have Mondays completely off solely because that’s when my therapy sessions are.

Anyway, my weekend job is full-time, dog camp is part-time. The weekend job is factory work, making helmets, a lot of which are for the military. (Which, as a pacifist, I manage to stomach because hey, it’s just protective gear.) The thing is, like a lot of manufacturing work, it’s boring and repetitive. Think about how bored you are after five or so hours of an eight-hour shift. Now imagine it’s one o’clock in the morning, you still have five hours to work, and you would literally rather shove nails in your eyes than work. It sucks.

Meanwhile, my free time is spent trying to work at my third job (making @disasterarea-podcast) and attempting to work on getting published. I had all these grand ideas about getting traditionally published back in my twenties, and now I’m 46 and I’m struggling just to come up with any ideas at all a lot of the time. Three jobs doesn’t help. Depression and anxiety don’t help. So for a while there, I had terrible writer’s block when it came to my novels.

So last year, I decided to try something. I have these massive baby-pink noise-canceling Bluetooth gaming headphones with a mic which I wear to work. Why not try dictating a first draft to my phone? Obviously it wouldn’t be exact, since voice-to-text dictation isn’t perfect under the best of situations, and certainly not with loud factory noises around you. But I tried it on dictating notes for my podcast a few times and it worked pretty well, all things considered. And a bad first draft is still a first draft.

So I figured, fuck it, and one night I just started dictating a story off the top of my head. No preparation, no outlining, no worldbuilding - just pantsing HARD with nothing but an annoyance following a Teen Wolf rewatch and a resolution not to edit until after I churned out a first draft.

It took fifty-one days.

Eighty thousand words or so later, I had a dreadful first draft which needed an absolute fuckton of editing and continuity correction and character work. BUT I had a finished first draft of a novel. Which is something I hadn’t had in a good long while.

So I tried it again for NaNoWriMo. I got up to 65k words. So I won NaNoWriMo, but I put the story aside because I hit a bit of a wall. Still! That’s almost two full fiction manuscripts in one year, AND the nonfiction memoir I wrote about my road trip to disaster sites during the pandemic. 2022 was a good writing year.

So I did what I do with first drafts and put them aside for a while. I knew they were awful. I knew they needed a ton of work. And maybe that was a tad intimidating, which is why I only JUST picked up the NaNoWriMo first draft to work on it and finish it off. It’s queer, it’s got time travel, it’s got disasters. It is right up my fucking alley. I may be just a tiny bit obsessed with that story.

Unsurprisingly, going through it now is taking more than a little while. I sit down, I spend an hour working on it, I maaaaaaybe get two paragraphs polished. If that.

But the fact that I’m working on ANY fiction is kind of remarkable. And fingers crossed, maybe I can get this damn thing, and the other manuscript, AND my road trip book, finished and polished over the next year so I can submit the fuck out of them.

NOW. Someone send me a twenty-pound bag of rooibos vanilla chai and ten pounds of red licorice laces. Mama’s gonna need it. *cracks knuckles*

[stilinskiderek]

➺ 𝒓𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼: list your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

Tagged by @nerdy-stilinski I’m not forgetting this time 🫡

1. Bucky Barnes - MCU (duh and of course I’m sorry xmen)

2. Derek Hale - Teen Wolf (also duh and of course)

3. Jake Seresin - Top Gun Maverick (derogatory)

4. Gary Walsh - Veep (sorry Jonah my behated/beloved)

5. Love Quinn - You (I MISS YOU)

6. Isabella Swan - Twilight (my sister and my best friend and also me)

7. Lisa Swallows - Lisa Frankenstein (see above)

8. Desmond Hume - LOST (THIS ONE WAS HARD IM SORRY SAWYER/SAYID/CLAIRE/CHARLIE/HURLEY)

9. Eddie Diaz - 911 (I’m sorryyyyyy Buck)

10. Noho Hank - Barry (I MISS YOU KING)

No pressure tags: @egantopleaze @wolfdeans @punkrott @yaoiadderall @elletalking

[flnderseekers]

heyyy! i'm bird (s/th) and i'm joining you guys with top actor turned public enemy, do jihan, who is filling the role of genesis in the rising star subplot. aka... he's the guy who played the role of terra's founder in the blockbuster biographical film! and then lost his fucking mind! without further ado...

born oct 1 2993 (30 yrs old)

libra sun / aries moon / capricorn rising... interpret this as you wish

an extreme attention-seeker from birth. the boy who cried wolf x1000. would fake injuries (and consequently fake glitches), would lose shit and spin elaborate stories of being robbed, would throw insane fits when he didn't get his way like... something was (and is) fs wrong with him but his parents kind of brushed it off under the guise of him just being a bad ass kid, being brushed off by his parents fueled his behavioral issues, you know how it goes

he was (and is) a bored, lonely kid with a tendency to latch on to anything that made him feel something. in early teens, the “anything” became acting - he had a natural talent for it (as proved by the outrageous shows he put on earlier in life) and having an outlet to express big emotions in a way that didn’t result in him being reprimanded or eye-rolled was cool!

so it goes, time passes and by age 18 he was playing supporting roles in daytime dramas; a few years pass, he’s proved his worth, and he was a top star appearing in emotionally loaded films. his name was known. he got a 5.0 star rating, the public counted days on their fingers - he broke a record, a record that he still holds, for the most days spent consecutively at the top.

throughout it all, his pr team held a firm grip on him. he had aged out of the worst of his attention-seeking behavior, but he had never really learned to bite his tongue and smile; his excessive, hungry existence was a threat to his reputation. because of this, he very rarely did interviews or any type of fan meetings—if you asked his pr team, this was because he was a method actor, always preparing for the next role, and a loud public appearance would disrupt his character immersion. like... pretentious as all get out but, well, he was a damn good actor, so his loyal fans begrudgingly dealt with his minimal public appearances

ten years being relatively liked came to a crescendo in 3022, when the biographical film where he stars as the creator of terra was released - it was a hit, his performance was praised, but for the FIRIIIRIST TIME!!! he opened his big ass mouth. tldr is that he did extensive research on kang suho / terra, deep-diving, days without sleep, head in the books type shit and sleep deprivation + the discovery of information he'd have been better off not knowing resulted in extreme paranoia and a sense of obligation to "wake society up". what i mean is, he no longer saw terra as a utopia and he became extremely fearful for his own life......... and he convinced his pr team to let him do a talk show...... promised he'd behave himself...... and dude started ranting and raving about "the evil nature of terra", "kang suho's dark intentions", "life or a lack thereof?" and YEAAA the hosts were thrilled to have a top star losing his fucking mind on live tv (now THAT'S entertainment!) but his reputation tanked. fast.

here we are now... dude's still regarded as being mentally unwell. he's no longer a top star, HASN'T been for two years now. it doesn't matter that he's a good actor, what matters is that he's trying to disturb the peace / spreading slander, what matters is that he shit on the name of the man who enabled him to play his biggest role to date. so now no one wants to cast him... boohoo... good news is, he's always been incredibly frugal so he's still living on money from the good ol' days.

as far as his personality goes, he talks an awful lot now that he doesn't have a bitch in his ear telling him to be quiet (re: his former team has turned their backs on him). plays devil's advocate as often as he feels he can get away with... and then some. no outright malicious motives, but he likes seeing what gets people worked up. will piss people off and then (attempt to) be the one to calm them back down. spends a lot of time at home, but has been spotted getting drunk and going on long tangents at bars in the city on occasion. well-mannered at his best, volatile at his worst. as mentioned before, he clings to anything that makes him feel something, and in recent times, that "anything" has been the idea that terra isn't what the people are being told it is. want to get existential? he's your guy.

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Hiding In Plain Sight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55188658 by stereksterek Derek growled, “We are not a pack of Gray Wolves.” “Pity. Fourth place is still pretty good though. It would have been nice to win the gold but- wait a second… If gold is for first place, and silver is for second, and bronze is for third. Then what does fourth place get?” Derek growled as he resisted the urge to lunge across the couch and show Stiles exactly what fourth-base looked like. “Who cares?” “I do, Sourwolf. But I’ll look that up later. For now, I want to see if there’s anything else that I can learn about Gray Wolves.” … Or the one where Stiles and Derek watch a documentary about the world's top ten apex predators and things just escalate from there. Words: 5612, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Mentions of: - Character, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: sterek, Mates, Werewolf Mates, True Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Love Confessions, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alpha Derek Hale, Human Stiles Stilinski, Possessive Derek Hale, Pining Stiles Stilinski, No past relationships, Idiots in Love read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55188658

[betwecouldmakesome]

Top Ten Teen Wolf Characters (as voted by my followers)

↳ #8 Erica Reyes

[scribeoffate]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

tagged by no one, shamelessly stolen from @thotpuppy

Rules:

Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics

Works and words: 37 works and 52,107 words

Fandom represented: 1, Teen Wolf though lots of characters and ships

Most Recent Drop: deft touch: a 5+1 scott and deucalion character study about touch and their developing friendship and maybe more

Longest fic: his father's monster: 13, 237 words a Scott and Rafael piece exploring their relationship post-canon

Honorable mention: I did a few months of recs for @dailyscottficrec

Top Fics by Kudos

stiles ties scott to a tree and everyone has a good time (e, sciles) 88 kudos

second nature (the most adorable polypack ft: the nemeton and everyone loving scott so much, e) 49 kudos

Lydia Pov fic on Scott in motel California (gen, heavy themes) 44 kudos

wedge (stiles pov on werewolf bites, very sciles, gen ) 34 kudos

butterfly hearts (liam and mason fic ft mason/corey and liam/hikari, mostly gen) 32 kudos

My fandom fic events in 2023

Completed a NSFW Bingo for scottuary

co-ran @masonhewittappreciation week with @letthestorieslive

participated in meta Mondays for @teenwolf-meta

ran and participated in @teenwolfminibang

participated in @sceosource's sceo weekend

participated in @lydiamartinappreciation week

participated in @scilesweek

participated in @scottappreciation week

participated in @truedemonappreciation week

participated in @scerekappreciation weekend

participated in @whumptober

I missed @kirayukimuraappreciation week and @teenwolfrarepairevents and am still a little sad about it.

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

So in January, I am going back to school after ten+ years off. I plan on writing at least one fic for scottuary and helping out if we do a @masonhewittappreciation event. And that's all I want to put on my plate until I see how much of my time schoolwork takes up.

Projects

sekrets for a gift exchange

a handful of truedemon pwp stories I don't think are good enough to post

the hundreds of wips scattered around my computer

Tagging with no pressure: @momentofmemory, @spikeface, @letthestorieslive, @futuretrain, @domesticated-feral, @nacreousgore, @starcrossedlesbians, @azraeldoesnotdispute

And anyone who wants to do it! Please tag me though, because love to see the answers <3

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I posted 1,977 times in 2022

859 posts created (43%)

1,118 posts reblogged (57%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wheredidhiseyebrowsgo

@hoechloin

@riots-not-diets-ffs

@gnomeshill

@thebestbooksaround

I tagged 1,118 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

#teen wolf - 845 posts

#stiles stilinski - 750 posts

#derek hale - 702 posts

#sterek - 664 posts

#lost fic - 440 posts

#anon - 424 posts

#idk - 94 posts

#magic!stiles - 85 posts

#peter hale - 79 posts

#best followers ever - 68 posts

Longest Tag: 31 characters

#peter hale. stiles appreciation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hiii

do you know about any looong slowburn sterek fics preferably with smut? optional magic stiles👀

hehe thank you❤️

Hi anon. @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (25/25 | 434,625 | Explicit | Sterek) “I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.” 

That was a bad word. Not found. 

Have. 

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment. 

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (31/31 | 203,776 | Mature | Sterek) “Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Most (Im)Proper Proposal by Welsh_Woman (72/72 | 200,136 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski has not seen his childhood friend for going on ten years when Derek Hale insists on meeting him in a barely reputable inn to make a rather startling proposal…

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam (10/10 | 180,079 | Explicit | Sterek) It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all. 

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

Teenage Love Song by HaleHathNoFury (26/26 | 155,834 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles is sick and tired of how much he fucks up. His dad is disappointed, his step-mom judges and his step-brother can do no wrong. It's not that he doesn't love them, he just gets so tired of being different. Now he's being moved lock, stock and barrel to Beacon Hills aka the town his mom grew up in so they can go live in his grandma's house and his father can get him back on the straight and narrow. 

It's going to suck.

B.E.A.C.O.N. by Mythological_Compendium (43/43 | 140,691 | Explicit | Sterek) "What better situation could there possibly be? We'll be pretty much stuck together, we can talk, drink and maybe later even…”

A scoff. “What? Have reunion sex?”

He shrugs. “It's been four years.”

Same Old Song and Dance by Halevetica (91/91 | 125,721 | Explicit | Sterek) Raised in the hunter life after his father was killed, Stiles hates werewolves. So when he lands a contract to kill the alpha of the pack that killed his father, he's elated. Until he runs into complications. The alpha is smart and strong and playing a game Stiles can't figure out. When secrets are revealed and new enemies made, Stiles must decide for himself what side he's on and who he can trust.

Bruises and Bitemarks by orphan_account (27/27 | 121,566 | Explicit | Sterek) Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

Strip by Fessst (23/23 | 117,194 | Explicit | Sterek) "Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?"

Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red.

"What's your safeword?"

Red.

"Stiles?"

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364 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

#4

I’m in awe of this blog and the amazing people that run it!! Do you know of any Sterek fics where Scott is a bad friend to Stiles and so he spends more time with the Hale pack/Derek? I read one a long time ago on AO3 where Scott walks in on Sterek and he gets mad but I can’t remember what it was called

I sure do!

The only thing I know, came from dreaming. by gunsknivesandplaid

(1/? I 4,660 I Mature I Lydia/Jackson/Stiles)

Stiles just wants to Leave the city where ghosts of his past follow him, He walks right into his soul mate. Problem is he doesn't think he deserves this literal magical phenomenon. Wants to just ignore it, because he's not ever going to get a real break from the chaos. Will He be proven wrong? Will he let himself fall, with the chance of being hurt again?

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf

(1/1 I 11,654 I Mature I Sterek)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

(Actually) Magic Bullet by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,020 I Teen I Sterek)

It wasn't like Stiles was about to saw off his own mate's arm, Jesus...

He used magic instead; of course, magic required a slightly more...hands-on approach. If Derek wanted to include a little makeout session, well. Stiles wasn't complaining.

How Derek’s Brain Works by Warlock_Nerd

(15/18 I 25,934 I Teen I Sterek)

After looking at Derek’s childhood medical file, Stiles finds out that Derek was diagnosed with Autism at the age of eight. So in Stiles Stilinski fashion, he dives into research on how to help understand Derek’s condition and also help Derek understand it himself.

Glowing eyes by 0809m

(16/? I 37,852 I Teen I Sterek)

"If you accept it, the bite will take. Someone so loyal like you, with so much will, you're born to be like this Stiles." Derek says.

Stiles stays in silence a big amount of time. He really wants this, as much as he would like to think, he can't protect himself and he can't count with Scott, not anymore. He wants this.

"Do it." He says, no trace of doubt in his voice.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 65,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

The Overlooked by HarleyJQuin

(32/32 I 108,266 I Mature I Stackson)

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386 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#3

hii do you know any fics wgere the sheriff calls derek son or treats him like one??

Yeah!

Denial by thejoyfulfox for CurlzAbound

(1/1 I 4,924 I General I Sterek)

Scott thinks they're flirting. Isaac's betting on Derek sniffing him. The Sheriff thinks they're dating. Erica and Boyd are rooting for them. Derek's waiting for him to figure it out.

Stiles is the only one in denial.

light returning by lilysaid

(1/1 I 32,993 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek skips town just after the Nogitsune. When he realizes his mistake, he sets off to find Stiles, make amends, and keep his feelings for Stiles hidden. Two out of three isn't bad.

Pining, bed sharing, highly-suspect platonic touching, and shameless adoration of Derek's beard.

Love Don't Die by Finduilas

(1/1 I 33,459 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he's been given. A gift that he didn't necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking.

Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek's gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.

The New Normal by midnightcas

(27/27 I 63,392 I Teen I Sterek)

After Stiles gets hurt...again, Derek puts him on the metaphorical supernatural bench. Meanwhile, Stiles tries to have a normal life and make normal friends. But when a new pack comes to town and the Hales start getting threats, things start to get a little....not normal.

AND

@npgirardog and @hokee101 suggested this one!

Sharing Food by aussiebee

(2/2 I 9,564 I Explicit I Sterek)

"Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly." ― M.F.K. Fisher

Or

Derek is pretty much absorbed into the Stilinski family, one meal at a time.

404 notes - Posted March 21, 2022

#2

Do you guys have any stories where Derek is the alpha of the pack, but stiles is really the one in charge, like he's the alpha mate, or the emissary and every one listens to him.

Yeah.

To Find Your Home by adara

(1/1 I 14,905 I Teen)

The wind shifts just as he is is about to lay into the trespassers for disturbing this place, this private property, the place where Laura took her last breaths. Alone. The place he had come to look for his own clues in the daylight, to say goodbye to the only family he really had left. His breath catches for an altogether different reason when the shifted breeze reaches him. He stops thinking about Laura for a moment as his brain simply shuts down, taking in the sight of his mate before him.

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin 

(1/1 I 43,656 I Mature)

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame by orphan_account

(15/15 I 54,091 I Mature)

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel's hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles' feet flared up.

When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice.

558 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Must Read Fics

I asked, ya'll answered. Here's the list. More under the cut cause it's long. Enjoy.

@lovesouthernsweettea

Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones

(23/23 I 122,787 I Mature I Sterek)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014 “Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015 “Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale."

@dereles

Safety in Silence by Survivah

(5/5 I 66,901 I Mature I Sterek)

It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

@ceriat

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific

(2/2 I 82,866 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

@kitchenisking

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

(29/29 I 115,506 I Explicit I Sterek)

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

@minmu

It's Insanity, but... by rosepetals42

(12/12 I 79,678 I Mature I Sterek)

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593 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

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[all-or-nothing-baby]

TEN SHOWS, TEN GIFS

tagged by my lovely pal, nove, @novemberhush!

i find these kind of things soso hard bc i'm soso bad at choosing and there are just soso many shows i like lol

still, here are my top picks as it stands today:

HANNIBAL

SUPERNATURAL

12 MONKEYS

THE LEFTOVERS

TEEN WOLF

PENNY DREADFUL

FRINGE

DOCTOR WHO

SENSE8

...and the new kid on the block!

9-1-1

(runner-up prizes to a buttload of other brilliant shows that i absolutely adore and cannot bear to not at least give a mention to, like star trek and the x-files and buffy the vampire slayer and sherlock and queer as folk and this is england and true detective and true blood and killing eve and fleabag and sharp objects and blackadder and orphan black and the young ones and westworld and the magicians and mr robot and the mighty boosh and twin peaks and mindhunter and the walking dead and freaks and geeks and northern exposure and six feet under and misfits and house and game of thrones and hotd and iwtv and the bear and and and and and and... omg i could seriously go on forever bc characters are my hyperfixation and there are just sooooo many shows with sooooo many wonderful blorbos who i hold sooooo very dear! BUT yeah i should probably stop now—just know tho that i am mentally apologising to any and all beloved shows that i woefully managed to leave out okay? lol)

tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @greyhavenisback @slytherkins @ltleflrt @deklo @rauko-is-a-free-elf @catboynecromancy @raisesomehale @wellwaterhysteria @lenaospinka @sortasirius @woodchoc-magnum @doilooklikepeople and absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing!

[sterek-ao3feed]

Road Runner

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58949413

by notyourtipicalauthor

Derek was about ten minutes into his drive, with nearly twenty more to go, feeling all hot and bothered, when suddenly he heard it. That loud, obnoxious siren blaring outside his window made him curse under his breath as he reluctantly pulled over to the side of the road.

Words: 1778, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Scott McCall

Additional Tags: Cheating Derek Hale, Car Sex, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Exhibitionist Stiles Stilinski, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Derek Hale, Butt Plugs, Dildos, Rough Sex, Fisting, Ass to Mouth, Ass Play, Barebacking, Rimming, Power Imbalance, Power Bottom Derek Hale, Dubious Consent, Good Cop Bad Cop, Police Officer Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Has a Nice Butt, Infidelity, Cock Slut Derek Hale, Sub Derek Hale, Dom Stiles Stilinski, Dom/sub Undertones, Horny Derek Hale, Horny Stiles Stilinski, Spanking, Non-Consensual Spanking, Cheating Stiles Stilinski

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58949413

[commonpigeon]

its that time of year thats exciting exclusively for me. fanfic spreadsheet wrapped 2023.

this year i read 9,020,674 words :O thats over a million more than last year lol (7,815,414). i read 1172 fics total, which was less than last year (1325). so i suppose overall i was reading longer fics.

top ten fandoms

teen wolf - 405

fall out boy - 202

the untamed - 81

stargate atlantis - 53

the witcher - 50

the sandman - 48

x-men - 47

merlin - 46

ted lasso - 20

les miserables & atla & pride and prejudice all had 17 each lol

top ten pairings

derek hale/stiles stilinski - 389

patrick stump/pete wentz - 193

rodney mckay/john sheppard - 50

erik lehnsherr/charles xavier - 46

merlin/arthur pendragon - 45

geralt of rivia/jaskier - 44

dream/hob gadling - 43

lan xichen/jin guangyao/nie mingjue - 36

enjolras/grantaire, elizabeth bennet/fitzwilliam darcy, sokka/zuko - 17 each

aziraphale/crowley - 15

break down into months

january

top fandom was the sandman, top pairing was dream/hob. makes total sense because i was still clinging on from 2022.

top fic - And Not Ask Leave of Any - dream/hob 15th century faeries au. i have no recollection of this but january me loved it.

february & march

top fandom was the untamed, top pairing was lan xichen/jin guangyao/nie mingjue. i had been rewatching the untamed and was going insane despite not even getting to the best bits for that ot3 lol

Feb top fic - Some others I've seen - steddyhands established relationship - ed and izzy have a tavern and stede visits. again i have no recollection of this and i think its mostly sex

March top fic - An Elegant Solution - nie mingjue/wei wuxian/lan wangji. by far one of my favourite fics EVER and this was a reread and it still hurt me just as good as the first time. arranged marriage fic that fixes so many problems and weirdly the thing that hurts me most wasnt even the main pairing it was the nie minjue/lan xichen/jin guangyao. never has a fic made me pivot from hating to liking a character so effectively

crazy that neither of my fav fics were from my top read pairings lol

april

top fandom was x-men and top pairing was cherik.

my mum died in late march and i lost my MIND and could exclusively watch media i enjoyed between the ages of 12 and 14 and xmfc was The movie when i was that age

top fic - Weekend at Casterly - jaime lannister/brienne of tarth regency au. sorry i will always come back to these two altho ill admit this was rogue and came out of no where

may & june

top fandom was teen wolf, sterek

may top fic - Yes is a World - sterek. derek rejects stiles and then they get together after a few years and have to reassert boundaries. didnt finish where most fics finish and i enjoyed that extra insight into what happens after the get together

june top fic - it’s a long way forward (so trust in me) - geraskier. reread. geralt is an omega who wants too much. soooo embarassing to put omegaverse on here which i usually avoid but this fic is soooo good their dynamic is perfect

july

top fandom was the witcher, geraskier

THEY MADE THAT BARD BISEXUAL

Jinx Removing - sterek. this is saved as dr pepper fic on the spreadsheet which means nothing. another case of derek waiting for stiles and planning for them to be good for each other

bit funny that last month sterek was my top pairing but my fav fic was geraskier and now its swapped for july

august & september

top fandom was merlin, and merthur

august - Once & Future - geraskier, warlord au where geralt is a statue awoken by jaskiers kiss. really beautifully written

september - the devil's in the details - merthur. arthur lists the ban on magic and thinks merlin just learnt really really fast

i left a specific note for myself in september to lmk i was really into reece shearsmith but he simply has no fic. thanks past me

october

top fandom was sherlock, but the pairing was enjolras/grantaire. i simply have no idea how this happened

Epiphanies - enjolras/grantaire. modern au where they do a christmas reunion and enjolras isnt doing too well. i found this too relatable thumbs up emoji

november & december

ah. well this was the time of fall out boy and peterick. what a way to end the year

nov - Schrodingerverse - covid verse that was written during covid and the series that got me back into peterick. guilty pleasure fic for me

dec - time is luck - there was like 3 good fics this month it was very very hard to choose between. but this ons is the ultimate dynamic that im seeking from modern peterick fic where pete is entirely dedicated to patrick and completely accepting of their friendship and not wanting anymore. But What if He Could Have More???

in summary. when your mum dies make sure you read like a shit ton of sterek fic for 2 months in a tiny box room in a village itll be so good for you. and then go to see your favourite band from when you were 14 live and get back into rpf while trying to start 2 new jobs.

seriously though how did i read 405 teen wolf fics in like 2.5 months and then just never touch sterek again. i didnt even finish teen wolf