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wander-wren · 1 year

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Remodeling Power: Sex, Gender, and Consent in Dominance Hierarchy AUs

Well, isn’t that a mouthful. Breaking out proper punctuation and capital letters for today’s infodump.

Dominance Hierarchy refers to a group of AUs where people are organized into a new social structure, usually a binary or trinary. Fanlore lists three of these; there are likely more, but I am not aware of them. I’ve added a fourth that does not strictly fit the definition, but feels relevant to the discussion. These are:

Omegaverse

BDSM AU

Sentinel AU

Psychic Wolves AU

I’m going to briefly define each AU and talk about how sex, gender, and consent work within it, with some interesting tidbits about fandom history along the way. This is not a fully fleshed-out essay; I’m drawing mostly from my own experiences and memories. Part of this is because of these four tropes, only Omegaverse has been studied/written about, to my knowledge.

I also want to be extremely clear that I am not in any way making value judgments on these tropes based on my analysis here. I have read and enjoyed fic in each of these AUs. I respect them for what, why, and how they are. That said, I will be discussing sexism and dubcon/noncon at length, so be aware.

Omegaverse

An Overview

I’m assuming if you’re in the fanfiction scene you know something about Omegaverse or A/B/O. But if you do not:

Omegaverse, popularized by the Teen Wolf and Supernatural fandoms, is an alternate universe where everyone has a “secondary gender”: Alpha, Beta, or Omega. These genders are based off of the inaccurate idea of wolf pack hierarchies, and they typically come with some wolfish behaviors, but no wolf traits like ears or a tail. Biological changes can include scent glands, fangs (sometimes with venom), pack bonding, feral behavior, and, of course, wombs for omegas and knots (dicks) for alphas regardless of sex. Also included are heat and rut cycles. Usually, fics set up an alpha with an omega, although of course there are many exceptions. As far as the social strata, alphas tend to be at the top, with betas underneath and omegas on the bottom.

Themes

Like two of the other tropes on this list, Omegaverse was created/popularized as a porn genre. The main draws are the heats and ruts I mentioned above, the uncontrollable (ish) urge to breed/be bred. How strong this is depends on individual writer preference, but in general there is a lot of dub/noncon inherent to the trope, in a similar flavor to sex pollen/fuck or die fics. Just with added snarly possessiveness. The consent issues are a huge part of the Point of the trope. If this is confusing to you, I’m very sorry. Some people have rape fantasies, Susan.

One of the other main draws is, of course, the secondary gender aspect. It’s nothing special, just literally a recreation of our gender binary.

“But Wren!!” you cry. “There’s three of them!”

I know. Look.

Alphas are male

Omegas are female

Betas are a nebulous “third gender” without the special characteristics of either of the others

Alphas usually go with omegas

If betas are remembered in-story, they go with betas

G E N E R A L L Y

Similarly alpha/alpha and omega/omega relationships are typically not a thing

It’s the gender binary again

There’s something to be said about how, even in trying to create a new gender system, we just remake the old one. In fact, many fics base the oppression of omegas off of historical oppression of women. Does that play into the sex/consent deal? Abso-fuckin-lutely, my dude. I initially tried to separate all three sections, but they kept blending together.

As in real life, gender is deeply tied to sexuality. Omegas are the ones capable of bearing children; the ones who go into heat. They’re made to be fucked. And alphas, well, it’s not their fault they were in rut/smelled an omega in heat/lost control.

Interrogating the Trope

As tropes grow and change, especially in the last 3-5 years for all four of these AUs, they tend to be interrogated and subverted more by fans. Of course this can happen at any time, and it does, and I will not discount that work, but it is much more common after a trope has been around for a few years and the “basic” version has run its course.

In Omegaverse, one of these subversions of the trope includes fics that do away with the dubcon/noncon aspect, either forcing the characters to sit and struggle with it, or handwaving it away. There are also fics about transdynamic characters, who transition from one secondary gender to the other. There are also fics which focus on non-alpha/omega pairings, or a flipped hierarchy where alphas are on the bottom.

Originally, when the trope dealt with male omegas, they were still cis men, just with the ability to self-lubricate. I never read female alphas, really, so I’m not sure how they were dealt with in all honesty. Much, much more common in the last few years, at least in my experience, is the idea of intersex omegas/alphas and/or the idea of the secondary gender determining genitals rather than male/female. I am not intersex, so I won’t speak to that much, but I personally am a fan of male omegas with vaginas, as an AFAB trans person. I will say that my fetishization alarm bells are ringing, though I doubt it is intentional, and that ofc there are many many different ways to be intersex other than having both sets of genitals, so. Don’t use fanfic as education. If an intersex person wants to weigh in on this, please do!

Omegaverse has also seen tropes added to it over the years. One of the most significant, which I have only noticed from about 2020-on but may have emerged sooner, is the concept of an “omega drop.” My working theory is that Omegaverse was (is) commonly fused with BDSM AUs, where the concept of “subdrop” and “domdrop” (which are also real things, in real life) is very common. When the two tropes were pulled apart and written separately, some aspects remained stuck, creating “omega drop,” which as best I can tell is just a general depressed/anxious/bad vibes state an omega goes into if their needs are neglected.

BDSM AU

Overview

BDSM AUs are absolutely my favorite on this list, which you may know if you’ve been following this blog awhile. So I know a lot. I will attempt to be normal.

BDSMverse creates a world very similar to Omegaverse, where everyone is either a dom, switch, or sub. I could write another very long post about the history and development of it, and I GLADLY will if anyone is interested, but for now suffice to say that originally D/s was treated like sexuality, not carrying a biological component, but now is very commonly biological. I believe this also comes from the trope being combined with Omegaverse, but it’s a little hard to prove thanks to purges and the like wiping out most of the first 4-6 years of possible content. It’s kind of hard to prove anyway.

But. The two most common biological characteristics are a need for doms/subs to spend time in subspace/domspace or risk withdrawal symptoms. Additionally, doms have the ability to command subs, and commands may be some level of resistible or not. There is also, of course, the hierarchy, with doms on top and subs on the bottom.

Themes

While Omegaverse and BDSM AUs are very similar, there is a huge difference between them on the issue of consent. Of course, the biological imperative I mentioned above and the idea of commands muddies the water, but in general the real-life BDSM community takes consent very very seriously, and this carries over to fic. The very first BDSM fic took a positive light on the trope and took care to stay away from the idea of inequality or dubcon. Clearly this did not become the dominant narrative, because fic writers love angst.

Again, BDSM AUs exist largely for porn purposes. Kinky smut! Hooray! And it is unique here because BDSM exists in real life. There is definitely a lot to say about how closely tied the queer and kink community are, things I have yet to figure out how to properly articulate.

There’s something to say about dom/sub coding and how characters are cast in this AU. Typically the softer, smaller character becomes the sub, while the stronger, more aggressive character becomes the dom. This is directly because of gendered expectations around who is dominant and submissive in the world.

This trope is probably appealing for most of the same reasons that BDSM itself is appealing. For sex, of course, but also for giving and taking control and power.

Interrogating the Trope

This is a fun segment, because BDSM AUs have literally been fought over since their conception. The first fic, the positive one I mentioned? Mere months after it was published, a different author took issue with the optimism and wrote an extremely dystopian variation on the AU. Cue arguments.

In all honesty, there’s not much to say about modern subversions of the trope, because there have always been multiple camps and there has always been a theme of consent and problems with it. Every example I have typed and deleted here has kind of been around for years. I could talk about this more in-depth if/when I make a post specifically about this AU.

Sentinel AU

Overview

Based on the late 90s TV show The Sentinel, the Sentinel AU establishes a world in which some people are Sentinels, with heightened senses that can cause overload, and Guides, who help calm and tether Sentinels. It also commonly involves a soulmate trope, where every Sentinel has one true Guide and the two are compelled to meet and required to stay together, in order for the Guide to best help the Sentinel. The Sentinels and Guides will either be overseen by an organization of some kind, or form pack-bonds on their own. Then there is, of course, the hierarchy, usually with Sentinels on top.

(Sometimes there is also a spirit animal element, but I do not know much about it and “spirit animal” is appropriative, so I will not be discussing it here.)

Themes

“But Wren!” cries no one, “This trope hasn’t talked about gender OR sex yet!”

Bold of you to assume I cannot fit gender into almost anything. First off, we have a binary of Sentinels with super-enhanced senses, who are useful and powerful and often involved in the military, vs Guides, who…calm the Sentinels. Take care of them. Serve them, if you will. Their purpose revolves entirely around the Sentinels. Speaking very generally here, of course, and with zero knowledge of source material.

And, okay, technically this one isn’t about sex. But look me in the eyes and tell me “You have a One True Partner out there in the world who is designed to help you specifically and because you are special, your soulmate will be required to follow you around in order to assist you, and you physically cannot opt out of this” does not carry some Interesting implications about consent.

Like I said at the start, I don’t say this to bash soulmate tropes or this AU. I understand exactly why soulmate tropes exist and why they are attractive. The devotion, the certainty, the angst, the lack of a choice for better or worse…yeah. Anyway, this is one I almost considered leaving out, but it IS a dominance hierarchy according to Fanlore and I did have some things to say about it, so here we are.

I unfortunately have not read a ton of Sentinel AUs, so if there are any common subversions or twists on it, I don’t know them.

Psychic Wolves

Overview

Based on a concept in the Iskryne series, Psychic Wolves sets up a universe where some people (typically military) have the chance to form a psychic soulbond with a special magic wolf. The wolves can communicate telepathically with their pack and with their bonded person, and have near-human intelligence as well as enhanced strength, etc. Wolves and their bonded humans can also feel each other’s emotions and physical sensations like pain to varying degrees. Importantly, the wolves also go into heats and ruts, and when they do, their humans are dragged along for the ride. If your buddy’s wolf is in heat and your wolf is near her, yeah, you two are fucking.

For the record, I have not read the Iskryne series and have only read a small handful of psychic wolf fics, so my experience here again is somewhat limited.

Themes

Obviously straight off the bat we have some consent issues. These are, to my knowledge, inherent to the Iskryne series. What makes this AUs version of heats different from Omegaverse is the presence of wolves, the extremely small population of female wolves, and army/government’s need for strong wolves. This means you can’t really suppress heats or ride them out alone. We also have to consider that a character in this ‘verse is psychically bonded to an intelligent creature, and we have to grapple with whose consent is more important. And if we decide that is the human’s consent, there’s still the issue of the wolf and the psychic bond to deal with. It’s messy, and some fics have done a good job tackling that.

Gender also comes into play a little bit with the bonds. As I mentioned, female bondwolves tend to be rare, and in the original canon I believe soldiers were entirely male. This carries into fanfic. Bonding to a she-wolf as a guy has some connotations, because female = heat, bottoming, and then pups. Top/bottom dynamics are inherently a bit gendered, in spite of best efforts. There’s also the issue of sexuality—the wolves don’t care if you’re gay, straight, ace, etc. The wolves don’t care if you have a human partner (unless that person happens to have a bondwolf that is acceptable for breeding).

Interrogating the Trope

Psychic wolf fic is not very common. There are a few overlapping tags used, but it’s definitely the smallest trope here. All of the fic I have read, additionally, is from pre-2018. So I can’t speak to any new developments there, BUT there is a fic series from 2011-2013 that interrogates the consent issues pretty well.

(I will be making a fic reclist for all four tropes after this, don’t worry.)

In that fic, heats were mostly just being literally “thrown to the wolves” in the interest of breeding, but the aftermath did not shy away from this. The author built in systems for physical and emotional aftercare and had the characters explicitly discuss the trauma of the heat. Other parts of the series also discussed how the humans in the military technically outrank all the wolves, but the humans are very in tune with the wolves and don’t try to dominate them unless it would put someone in danger.

In Summary

I think the main draw of all of these tropes is actually not something I’ve been writing about: the hierarchy. I’m biased by my own interests, of course, but aside from just writing porn, authors use these tropes to worldbuild a lot. There are clearly defined boundaries, new social norms, systems to combat oppression or enable it depending on taste. It’s about the biological imperative, the lack of choice/control. I think a lot of people find that appealing, not having to negotiate and discuss and talk, just being pushed into something by your body, whether that’s a fugue state or a heat or something else entirely.

Some people find that bad, though, and design solutions, which is also good and cool and fun.

I think another aspect of it is how natural and normal sex is in these universes, especially Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. We live in a society that doesn’t like to talk about sex, especially kinky sex, so having that can be very appealing. Especially since a lot of fics that lean more utopian than dystopian build in new systems around sex, laws and the like. That can be comforting when you look at how sexual assault cases tend to go in our world.

I feel like I both went into more and less detail than I expected to, and I am likely leaving things out. If you made it to the end, feel free to talk about this with me! If I remember anything else I want to add, I’ll come back and make an addendum. Thank you for sticking with me through all of this!

#wren wrambles #fanfiction meta #d/s au #omegaverse #psychic wolves #sentinel au #lazy version of an academic essay i very much want to write #i wrote this incredibly piecemeal and very stream of consciousness so pardon my messiness #but this is something i have been thinking about for months and months and i’m very interested in it

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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i'm gonna rant about this for two seconds just bc i saw a lot of stuff about it on twitter and don't really feel like bitching about it there lol

so the teen wolf movie… i knew from the get go this was gonna end up being shit the moment dylan wasn't gonna be in it sksks

but what i've heard about this movie (bc highkey i ain't gonna watch it sorry), it somehow is worse than imagined.

i used to love teen wolf. literally watched it as it was airing. used to have a blog dedicated to it, used to do live recaps on my personal tumblr. i loved that show. but i started to not care about it around season 4/5ish. basically, they introduced too many characters and i just didn't care about a single one of them. hilariously one of the characters i despise is now loved deeply (theo) so… go figure.

but what i don't understand is… why are any of you surprised that jeff davis did what jeff davis does best and fucked up teen wolf?

like this man was notoriously hated for years in the fandom after season 3 bc everything he did to the characters sucked ass. and then topping all of that off, the queerbaiting. that man originated it (not really, but you get my point) so why are you guys surprised that he basically did all of this again just a decade or more later??

of course this movie was a cash grab and not really meant to bring back the love or respect the fans' love for this story. it was just to make money and keep the property rights going.

personally, if i was going to make a teen wolf movie, this is what i would have done:

the overall theme of the movie - letting go of the past.

assuming you could get most of the cast to come back, this is how the movie would have went: after everyone graduated high school (at least the main cast like scott, lydia, stiles, malia, that group), they all immediately left BH. maybe even make it seem like it was a supernatural reason or something, like something pushed them away from BH but they didn't know it at the time. years later, scott is starting to see visions of allison again, like how this movie alluded to it in the trailers. have the others start to see it too. maybe they even see past monsters coming back and haunting them, which makes them all go back to BH. imagine it kinda like in "it" where all the adult versions of the kids didn't remember their old home town, but once they are told about it, they are drawn back. kinda sorta like that.

they get to BH and everything seems okay-ish. hell, maybe you can even make it where it's their 10 year hs anniversary or something just so you get to see all the familiar faces. all of sudden, old monsters that they have fought and killed before come back. bring out all the old hits, maybe some new ones - idk. then, have allison appear. but she's not how she used to be.

she's now void!allison.

each of the main characters has to go on their own journey and fight their own battles - past monsters they once faced they now have to deal with again. there is a bigger monster controlling all of the older monsters (maybe it's void!allison or maybe it's someone pretending that it's her) and if these monsters aren't defeated by the red moon (or some other bs werewolf lore shit that can be made up idk) these monsters will ACTUALLY come back and start killing all the citizens of BH bc in the current period they are only half as strong as they could be. and make it bc, as deaton had mentioned oh so many years ago, BH is a beacon for the supernatural. and something buried deep in BH is drawing this Main Monster to create and resurrect all of these old monsters.

and the whole point of the movie is showing that even tho they moved away from BH and continued living, none of them ever really moved on from what happened to them. you can have malia have to face off against her mother again. lydia maybe is back in eichen house or something. as for derek and scott, they are facing bigger issues.

scott - he has to get over losing his first love, allison. especially since in this state, she is trying to constantly kill him and his pack. he never truly got over her death, and so in the end… he has to kill her. bc realistically allison wouldn't want to be fighting him or trying to kill him or any of her friends. and more she is "alive" the less like her she is being. she is becoming more and more a monster, and scott knows that that isn't something she would want. maybe even have it where the Big Monster offers him the chance to have her be actually resurrected and not just used as a puppet if he relinquishes his powers to the Big Monster.

derek - he has to face his fears and forgive himself of his family's death (along with his first love's death as well). just a lot of forgiveness on his part, especially since now he has a kid. his kid shouldn't inherent the trauma that derek has had just bc he never truly got over it. have derek face off not only against past monsters, but maybe against himself. the Big Monster might try to persuade him to die and give up his powers bc he'll at least be with his family again. maybe derek finally realizes that he isn't alone in this world bc he has family living rn. and this makes him want to keep fighting.

and this would be a great time to note that if dylan didn't want to come back like he did irl, you can blame it on him being a human and not a supernatural being. or idk, come up with a bs reason like he's overseas taking care of the kids that he and lydia clearly and definitely had bc they are meant to be together.

they are just able to defeat their past demons, and they all band together and defeat the Big Monster in some way or another. all the other side characters that have existed can be included in each of the main casts' stories in one way or another. maybe have them be each other's tether or whatever. idk, i'm not working out all the kinks bc i ain't writing this.

in the end, they all live, maybe one of them can have a moment of almost dying - but they all make it out in the end. allison is still dead tho, bc she is meant to be dead. even tho it's heartbreaking, it's a part of life that scott can now finally accept and move on from. much like the rest of the characters and their past. they are finally healed.

see… wouldn't that have been better than whatever the fuck happened in the movie lol

#part of me wants to write this but like... it ain't gonna happen lol #i don't know all the lore of teen wolf anymore and i'm not about to relearn all of it #highkey everything after void!stiles was shit let's be honest #personal #text #do i tag this as teen wolf? idk #the fanbase on here is a bit... intense lol

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the-other-slytherin · 1 year

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I posted 434 times in 2022

That's 36 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (2%)

424 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wheredidhiseyebrowsgo

@rockboci

@a-cumberbatch-of-cookies

@avelera

@therulerofallpotatos

I tagged 12 of my posts in 2022

#fan life - 4 posts

#ao3 - 4 posts

#fan fiction is cathartic - 3 posts

#the umbrella academy - 2 posts

#teen wolf - 2 posts

#a03 fanfic - 2 posts

#fangirl - 2 posts

#ao3fic - 2 posts

#our flags mean death - 2 posts

#chris rock - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#everyone always talks about respecting the source material but the writers said nah were going to improve it and respect our actors

My Top Posts in 2022:

Opens Tumblr app settling into bed: All right let’s see what new fictional characters my mutuals are hyper fixated on today…..hmmm Sandman and a manga series from the 1997-1999 run of Shojen Jump and ooh! an essay about hyper masculinity in the Top Gun franchise vs healthy relationships in the Cornetto Trilogy. Well who needs sleep?

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TUA SEASON FOUR PREDICTIONS

Nothing, this was a hell scape going in and it will be one going out. I’ve got till it comes out to emotionally fortify myself before I mainline this and honestly: hands sweaty moms spaghetti

Banging Soundtrack

6 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

I Dammed Well Called It!

Since the hellaciously baffling thing know as live action Riverdale has come into being and it’s “we know we’re camp so let’s turn into it” counterpart Sabrina has come into play, I’ve come to the horrific realization that no comic is safe

So, it’s been brewing in my little fangirl head about what over the top supernatural twist that they’d throw out there for fans to mainline and it it me, it hit me hard:: Casper the Friendly Ghost

Hear me out:

They’d set it before Casper was born and focus on his dad and his uncles in the late Victorian/early Edwardian times ( based on the 95 movie )

Since around that time period there was a huge following about occultism, that’s a total factor on Casper’s parents living in that huge Victorian while Casper’s dad is inventing a was to bring spirits to life again

The Uncles are all kind of bastards but they stick around in ghost form around home so it’s probably penance and we get to see what that was

Cause you know there is going to be drama and with the last name of McFadden it’s Irish brogue’s and Catholic guilt for everyone!

Since it in America they can totally show the horrible attitudes taken against the Irish back then.

I kinda think the uncles are like boot leggers, or some sort of shady enterprisers that just interrupt Dad McFaddens occult inventing party and set the towns tongues a wagging

Lots of spooky and period costumes and 25-35 year old actually playing there age so it doesn’t feel creepy watching them flirt

And if Harvey comics agrees to this then they’ll totally cross over Wendy the Good Witch, Hot Stuff (( an adorable demon)), and possibly the Rich Family ((Richies family tree coming into play))

Possibly spin-offs who would want to see a drama about how the Riches got theirs fortune and how they fought to keep it ((very Dynasty))

So why am I typing out into the void? Why am I predicting plot points and possible spin offs, and my hope for actors who get smooch to be playing as adults and not teenagers?Why am I praying it’s more like Are You Afraid of theDark and less like Euphoria?

Peacock announced a live action with a “darker look” and its in the works now.

6 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

I binged watched Our Flags Mean Death last night

Currently the Stede/Blackbeard tag on A03 has 102 pages. I start from the date published (( pg 102-1))

I’m on 96. I will only stop for minimal sleep and tea.

11 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I love how they use music in OFMD. Which is why in season two I want an Izzy-centric episode (like how they did with Mary) and towards the end when they’ve twisted our hearts with backstory and longing looks, I want to see Ed and Stede’s reunion from Izzy’s point of view with No Doubts “Don’t Speak” playing as we go to credits. Because that angry first mate is have some 90’s teenage angst because he’s breaking up with Ed ((and Ed doesn’t even realize it))and I am so fucking here for it.

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daughterofluthien · 3 years

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“decisions were respected” Sorry but didn’t Scott violently throw Isaac against a wall more than once just because Isaac liked his ex girlfriend in canon? That’s the literal opposite of healthy...

Hey, anon!

This is in reference to this post about Scallison for the shipping meme, where I said that one of my favorite things about Scallison is that the show lets them have a healthy breakup, and even date other people while still remaining friends. The scenes you are referring to are a pair of scenes in 3x13 Anchors.

So lets’s take a look.

(under a cut bc it turns out that when you try to be comprehensive, things get v long v quickly 😅)

The Scenes

I’m actually gonna copy/paste the dialogue of both scenes (along with minimal action/inflection notation for context) so that we can really make sure we know what we’re talking about here, so bear with me:

The first of these scenes occurs as Scott and Isaac are getting ready to head to school in the morning. After some initial ‘hey, what’re you doing, are you heading to school’ dialogue—during which both boys seem a bit awkward—we get the following:

ISAAC: [anxiously] Can I ask you a question? SCOTT: Okay... ISAAC: Are you angry with me? SCOTT: No! ISAAC: Are you sure? SCOTT: ...No. ISAAC: [awkwardly] What's that mean? SCOTT: I guess I'm not really sure how I'm feeling... ISAAC: [nodding] Okay. ...Do you hate me? SCOTT: [sighing] No, of course not. ISAAC: Do you want to hit me? SCOTT: [taken aback] No. ISAAC: I think you should hit me. SCOTT: I don't want to hit you. ISAAC: Are you sure? SCOTT: Why would I want to hit you? You didn't do anything, did you? ISAAC: [stammering] No. I mean, um... What do you mean? SCOTT: I mean, like, you didn't kiss her or anything, right? ISAAC: No! Absolutely not. No. SCOTT: ...Did you want to? ISAAC: Oh, yeah. Totally. [scene cuts to hallway outside the room. Isaac flies through the doorway and hits the wall] MELISSA: Hey! You two teenage boys? Don't test my entirely un-supernatural level of patience! ISAAC: ...Feel better?

The scene then ends, and we cut to subsequent scenes of Stiles and then Allison also getting ready for school.

The second scene is much shorter and happens later in the episode, after Isaac saves Lydia from an arrow that Allison fired while hallucinating. He and Scott are in Scott’s room again, and he’s telling him about the incident:

SCOTT: Right at her head? ISAAC: Almost right through it. And she keeps saying the same thing-- that she keeps seeing her aunt. Whatever's happening to you guys is getting worse. If I hadn't been there, then Lydia would be dead. SCOTT: ...What were you doing there? ISAAC: Uh... [scene cuts to hallway outside the room. Isaac flies through the doorway and hits the wall] MELISSA: [groaning] Oh, you guys, come on! This house does not have a supernatural ability to heal! So, stop it!

But of course just the text of the scene isn’t enough to accurately convey everything in even a tiny portion of a larger narrative, because nothing happens in a vacuum. With that in mind, let’s look at...

The Context

The first of these scenes occurs immediately after the opening credits, and is the first time we see either Scott or Isaac this season. (Assuming you consider 3B a separate season, of course, which is a whole ‘nother can of worms. This tv show we all choose to enjoy sure is Something.)

Often, the opening of a season is used to reintroduce the audience to the main characters—letting us know where their characters arcs are starting, and what they’ll be struggling with this season. Teen Wolf did this previously (and did it well, imo) in 3x01 Tattoo. Act 2 of that episode begins with a series of four scenes showing our main characters getting ready for school in the morning, highlighting where everyone currently is, and setting up where their arcs are going to go.

Scene order taken by itself would seem to indicate that they were trying to do something similar in this episode. It starts off with the hook of Stiles’ extended nightmare sequence. He can’t tell dreams apart from reality anymore, and wakes up screaming. Cut to black, cue opening credit sequence.

Immediately after the first ad break, we get a sequence of three scenes. The first is the longer of the two Scott and Isaac scenes (which, as previously mentioned, occurs as they’re getting ready to head out to school). The second is of Stiles. He’s packing for school, and the audience learns that he’s been struggling to read when he’s awake as well. Finally, we see Allison leaving her and her dad’s apartment. She seems like she’s doing fine, if a little over-focused. But then she gets into the elevator, and has an extended hallucination/flashback of Kate.

We learn soon after this that all three of them (Scott, Stiles, and Allison) are suffering from the aftereffects of their sacrifice in the previous season. According to the explanations we get both from Kira and, later, from Deaton, they’re slipping into bardo, or the space between life and death, and there’s a door open in their minds.

Okay, problem established.

It stands to reason, then, that all three of those opening scenes are supposed to serve to set up this problem. We’re shown, in three successive scenes, that all three of our sacrificees are, as the kids say, Not Doing So Hot.

(yes I know the kids don’t say that, let me be an increasingly out-of-touch millennial in peace)

This is all well and good, and honestly makes sense! Under this paradigm, the Scott and Isaac scene should be highlighting that Scott is Losing Control. Bardo is affecting him, and it’s causing him to be more aggressive. Giving in to violence in a way that he generally holds himself back from. Heck, the scene even starts with Scott flexing his fingers, and we (and Scott) see the shadow of a clawed hand against the door.

In the context of the narrative, it makes sense.

Except.

eXCEPT—

The Framing

The thing about the medium of television is that, when we’re talking about a scene, we can’t just look at the narrative structure. We also have to look at the scene itself: how it’s shot and directed, how it’s edited, even what music is paired with the scenes.

In the Stiles and Allison sequences, the scenes are very clearly shot for tension and horror. Long lingering shots on the things that Just Aren’t Right. Music that heightens the tension. Stiles gets some nice lil scare chords over the shot of the book that he can’t read, and there’s a very quiet droning in the background of the Allison nightmare sequence that slowly grows into some classic horror soundtrack music.

Okay. So far that tracks with the narrative thesis.

Now let’s take look at the Scott and Isaac scene.

We start out with some of those lingering shots I was talking about, as Scott is halted in his tracks when he notices the shadow of the clawed hand. We see his own hand is human and unshifted. There’s quiet, percussion heavy music over this portion of the scene that increases in tension at this point. Shaken, Scott closes his hand into a fist, and when he opens it, both the shadow and his own hand are smooth and human. The tense music fades out to silence, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

Scott opens the door to reveal Isaac, which startles him. There’s a short musical sting to underline this moment, and then the background music cuts out completely, leaving us (and them) in the awkwardness of this moment.

And OH BOY. IS IT AWKWARD. 😬

You can kinda see the Awkwardness Inherent in the System in the dialogue that I pasted up at the top—it’s a lot of back-and-forth, short statements, trailing off... And both Posey and Sharman are playing up the awkwardness as well. Neither boy looks like they really want to be there, and that includes Isaac, who initiated this entire conversation.

But here’s the thing.

The thing that really frustrates me about this scene.

It’s not the sort of awkwardness that exists to increase the tension. The sort that builds and builds until it reaches a fever pitch and you know something just has to give. You know, the sort of tension that you would want to build if you were showing how the protagonist of your show is no longer fully in control, and is on a knife’s edge of lashing out at his friend and beta.

Instead, it’s played for comedy.

And once again, a lot of this is down to the music.

Before the dialogue that I quoted at the top even begins, the music starts back up, and this time the tense percussion has been replaced by light, pizzicato strings. (That may not be the exact right term, fyi, I only really know enough about music theory to be dangerous.) But you know, the playful, plucked strings that often accompanies comedic or otherwise not-serious scenes.

Background music tells the viewer how they’re supposed to feel about the events in a particular scene, and the music here is saying that we’re not supposed to find this whole confrontation that dramatic. In fact, we’re supposed to find it funny.

But it’s not just the music that that frames this scene as comedic. It’s also the fact that we don’t actually see Scott shoving Isaac. Instead, the scene cuts to the hallway, and all we see is Isaac flying through the doorway.

Now, obviously I don’t have a direct line to the director and editors’ minds here. But I would bet money that those particular shots were chosen 1). because it’s so much easier to do a wire pull stunt when you don’t have to show what it’s in reaction to, and 2). because it’s kinda difficult to show your main character directly doing a violence and make it funny.

But show someone yeeted into frame, and that’s funny. Right?

(Spoiler alert: not in this context, it isn’t)

Now, I know I’ve been focusing on the first scene a lot—partially because it’s longer and partially because it’s really the only reason that the second scene exists—but I do want to take a look at the second scene really quickly as well. It’s much shorter and generally adopts a more serious tone than the first one, mostly due to fact that we’re smack dab in the middle of the action at this point. The weird visions that the sacrificees have been having all episode have started endangering lives, and they can’t just wait for it to resolve on its own.

But then the focused, intent exposition is broken by Scott’s question of “why were you there.” Then smash cut to a near identical shot of the hallway,and Isaac yeeting into frame.

The thing is, this scene is entirely dependent on the previous one. It only “works”—and I use this term loosely—as a call back to the scene at the beginning of the ep. Heck, both even have the stinger of a frustrated Melissa at the end of both scenes, frustrated at all the boys-will-be-boys roughhousing going on in her house.

Much like the first scene, this one is also set up and framed for Comedy.

Which is um. A Choice.

But What Does It All Mean

What frustrates me about these scenes, at the end of the day, is that the narrative intention and the directing/editing seem to be fundamentally at odds.

On the one hand, it makes narrative sense to say that the purpose of the scenes is to show that Scott is losing control. That he’s being affected by bardo and the open door in his mind, and it’s putting the people close to him in danger. But then on the other, the way the scenes are actually used are as comic relief. As a way to release tension between very tense, dramatic scenes.

I don’t think it works, as I don’t personally find it funny at all. But that really does seem to be the intention.

Once again, absolutely wILD choices were made on the part of tptb, and I really wish anyone had thought for two seconds about the implications of all of this, but nO

Ahem.

So now (literally 2K words later I’m so sorry 😅) what does this tell us about the characters? Certainly no one here is arguing that shoving someone is a good or defensible choice, whether it’s due to forces outside the character’s control or not. But even taking the influence of bardo in mind, is it even in character for Scott in the first place?

Because canon can also be written inconsistently/out of character, especially when we’re talking about a long-running show like tw.

One’s an Incident, Two is Coincidence...

Well, we all know the end of that saying.

So let’s end by looking at a few patterns.

As I mentioned at the beginning of this, once again, eXCEEDINGLY long post, this is reference to a post I made about scallison. I said the following in that post:

And I also really like that they [Scott and Allison] didn’t get back together. That they were allowed to be friends. That even though sometimes it hurt to watch someone you love loved love become romantically close to another person, decisions were respected, and no friendships were broken over it.

The first pattern we need to look at, then, is this:

What’s Scott’s pattern of behavior toward Allison and Isaac’s relationship?

And does Scott’s behavior toward Isaac in these two scenes match the pattern, or is it an outlier?

3x11 Alpha Pact: Sacrifice Prep The revelation that Allison and Isaac have grown close enough for him to act as emotional tether for her is very visibly a blow to Scott. He looks like the rug has been pulled out from under him, but he doesn’t look angry or upset, just.... sad. In fact, it looks like he’s swallowing back tears. But he nods towards the two of them and just says, “It’s okay.”

3x12 Lunar Ellipse: “I look for my friends” This is the epilogue of the season. Scott walks into the hallway at all of his friends in turn. Satisfied. Happy. First at Lydia and Aiden, then at Danny and Ethan. Then he turns and watches as Isaac and Allison walk down the stairs, and they’re laughing, and so obviously happy, and Scott’s small smile grows. He isn’t jealous here—he’s happy for them.

3x14 Illuminated: Mutual Recognition Scott and Allison are both at Danny’s halloween party, but they’re not here together. He sees her from across a crowded room, just like he did at the winter formal, so many months ago. But so much has happened, and they’re different people now. Allison’s with Isaac, and he’s starting to having feelings for Kira, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, and that he doesn’t miss the relationship he and Allison had. For a moment, his fingers slip away from Kira’s, and he and Allison share a sad smile.

Believe it or not, these are actually the only other examples I could find of Scott reacting to Isaac and Allison’s relationship. And uniformly across them, he’s sad, yes—after all, he loved her, and that relationship is very definitively over now. But he never seems jealous, and he isn’t angry.

So, if the Scott and Isaac scenes in Anchors don’t fit the pattern of Scott’s behavior towards the new couple, what pattern do they fit?

“Hit me.”

The teen wolf writers have a... really upsetting habit, honestly, of “resolving” interpersonal conflict between two characters by having the “wronged” party hit the other. Afterwards, the tension is almost completely broken between them, as if letting the person act aggressively in a way consensual to both parties has somehow solved the problem.

2x11 Battlefield: Derek and Peter After Peter comes back from the dead, he confronts the now pack-less Derek and offers to help him. Derek, likely remembering that Peter killed Laura and was responsible for most of the events of S1, attacks him instead. After taking a beating, Peter says the following:

PETER: Okay, go ahead! Come on, do it! Hit me. Hit me. I can see that it's cathartic for you! You're letting go of all the anger, self-loathing, and hatred that comes with total and complete failure. I may be the one taking the beating, Derek, but you've already been beaten. So, go ahead. Hit me if that will make you feel better. After all, I did say that I wanted to help.

3x13 Anchors: Scott and Isaac We’ve already discussed this scene in uh. Detail. So I don’t think we need to go into the specifics again. But just a reminder that this dialogue exists:

ISAAC: Do you want to hit me? SCOTT: No. ISAAC: I think you should hit me.

5x15 Amplification: Scott and Liam During the previous supermoon, Liam—swayed by grief, the full moon, and Theo’s manipulations—tried to kill Scott and take his power. They’ve since rediscovered an equilibrium in their relationship, and Liam’s back in Scott’s pack, but they’re both still dealing with the implications of that event. In this episode, they’re attempting to break Lydia out of Eichen, but they’re not as strong as they should be, due to the mountain ash laced through the building, and are having difficulty breaking down a door. Then, the following exchange occurs:

LIAM: Hit me. SCOTT: What? LIAM: Hit me! I'll get angry, then I'll get stronger. STILES: Hit him. Hit him! LIAM: I tried to take your powers. I tried to kill you. Hit me! STILES: He also left you for dead. LIAM: I wanted you dead!

6x16 Triggers: Liam and Theo No one actually directly says “hit me” in this one, due to the circumstances, but the sentiment’s there. In this sequence, Liam and Theo are trying to convince Gerard and the hunters that the whole pack is hiding out in the zoo, so Theo goads Liam into hitting him, in order to stage a very audible fight.

THEO: Okay... Then they have to believe us.[shouts] Isn't that right? LIAM: [whispers] Why are you yelling? THEO: [shouts] You got a problem? Oh, that's right, you always have a problem! LIAM: [whispers] What the hell are you doing? THEO: [shouts] Shut up! [punches Liam] Yeah, you see that, Scott? Your little Beta can't even take a punch. And what do you think, Malia?

While there’s a variety of primary textual reasons here, all of them deal with personal issues between the pair, and all of them involve some level of catharsis for the person doing the punching. Taken all together, it’s honestly a pretty troubling pattern, especially given the inclusion of an actual canonical abuse victim initiating and receiving the violence.

TL;DR

This is a writer issue, not a character issue. The serious narrative context conflicts with the comedic framing in a way that is honestly baffling to me, and it doesn’t fit the established pattern of Scott’s character and actions. Moreover, it’s an example of the writers’ apparent belief that interpersonal conflict can and should be solved through consensual violence.

The pattern we do see, is that the Scott is saddened by the knowledge that Allison has moved on, but he’s glad that she and Isaac are happy. Similarly, Allison is saddened that Scott is moving on as well, because she does still care for him deeply. Despite their conflicted feelings, neither tries to disrupt the other’s new relationship.

On other shows, that would be a season-long, drama-filled plotline. Here, nothing.

And I legitimately love that so much.

#asks #anonymous #scott mccall #teen wolf #als;dkjlfkjf i'm so sorry that this turned out so long y'all #but it turns out that I have Thoughts #my meta

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For It May Not Be My Time

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: Teen

Ships: n/a

Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Deaton

Words: 1598

LAURA HALE APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY FOUR THEME: resurrection

When Lydia shows up at his door to tell him his name unlocked the last of the list, he doesn't react. He knows Braeden is watching him, gauging how he responds. He knows Lydia will slowly come down from her premonition and switch to fix-it mode. She came alone, not wanting him to feel subjected to the pack's stares, but he knows that Stiles knows, and the kid has never been great at keeping pertinent information quiet.

He insists that he's fine each time he's asked, Braeden deciding to let him stew in whatever he's feeling while Scott and Stiles try to get more out of him. The latter goes so far as to goad Derek, trying to taunt him into talking but that isn't something they've ever done and he doesn't plan on starting now. It's easy to push back when they ask, because he's being honest. He isn't looking forward to dying, but he's resigned to it, knowing he's made his mother proud, made his family proud. He's worked to right the wrongs Peter has done, making Hale a respectable name again. Maybe he'll get to be with them soon.

"She didn't show you the whole list, did she?" Stiles asks a few days later. The whole pack has been working overtime to protect their own and figure out who is behind the deadpool in the first place. Kira returned after staying in hospital with her mom, and Scott has taken some time away from everyone to be alone with her, leaving Stiles with nobody else to pester.

"Why does it matter, Stiles? I'm marked for death, I know that already." He's exasperated but tolerant, realizing he might actually end up missing the banter they have. His gaze doesn't leave the gun he's reassembling, a task Braeden gave him for when he needs something to fill the spare time.

"Because there's a name on it that might draw your attention, sour wolf." Stiles is serious, and while this has become the norm after his possession, it's still out of place.

"So? Who was it?" He can hear the uptick in Stiles' pulse, scents anxiety in the air, but maintains his focus. If he engages, Stiles may take it as invitation for another attempt at a heart-to-heart.

There's no response for a moment, just the sound of paper unfolding, before a crumpled sheet slides into Derek's line of sight. He looks up at Stiles, who crosses his arms and simply nods toward the paper to emphasize Derek should look at it. Obliging, he scans the sheet, landing on a name two-thirds down the list.

"That's not possible," he says, eyes stuck on the letters. He doesn't pay attention to the numbers, just that string of impossibility.

"Are you sure?" Stiles asks, voice tense but gentle.

"You saw her body, you know it's not possible."

"Also shouldn't be possible for Peter to be alive, what with his quasi-possession of Lydia a few months ago, yet here we are."

Silence blossoms between them, and Derek thanks the universe for Stiles letting him sit with the information.

"Could it be outdated? Maybe the list isn't live, maybe it was made years ago," Derek suggests. He looks up to Stiles, eyes wide in hopeful shock. The only response he gets is a shrug as Stiles considers and starts to pace, running a hand through his hair in contemplation.

"I mean, it could be. We still don't know anything about it besides where the money came from. Lydia says she can feel a tangible thread to Laura, but she never met her and couldn't say for sure what it means."

Derek nods, standing to look out the window in thought.

"Have you talked to Deaton? Maybe he knows something, being human like you."

"We were kind of waiting to see what you wanted us to do," Stiles says. "She was your sister, after all, and there's no way we're bringing it to Peter without you. Y'know, her literal murderer?" He's pushing at Derek's buttons again, but this time he doesn't mind quite as much. He just nods again before turning back to Stiles.

"We can take the Camaro," Derek says, walking toward the door after grabbing a jacket and his keys."Though we should stop to pick up Lydia."

"Why Lydia?" Stiles asks as he follows after Derek.

"She can explain to Deaton what feelings she's having about Laura. He may be able to interpret them better than you or I could."

"Makes sense." Stiles is quiet after that, not saying anything for so long that Derek thinks it may be the longest he's gone without talking.

While he may have preferred this conversation to happen between the veterinarian and himself privately, he knew Lydia and Stiles would be useful at asking questions he may not consider and keep Derek from going too far off the deep end. The last time he'd been in a room with him alone was the night he kidnapped Deaton, thinking him to be the Alpha at the time. Things may have changed but he still kept his distance.

The boys drive to the Martin house, texting Lydia to join them, and continue the last few minutes to the Vet Clinic. Lydia was unsurprised when she sat down in the car, but seems uneasy around Derek, as though his impending death prediction is making her uncomfortable. He doesn't let himself dwell on it, instead focusing on clearing up his confusion.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Deaton asks when the trio arrives, motioning to the chairs in the back to sit in. Lydia takes a seat while Stiles continues the pacing he had started at the loft, and Derek simply hands Deaton the list of names.

"See anyone on there that shouldn't be? Any impossible names jumping out?" His voice is raised despite his efforts, and he clenches his fists to ground himself.

"I do," Deaton starts, his usual tone of knowing more than the rest of the room. "What do you think?" He directs the question at Lydia.

"I think... it's not an accident that her name is there," Lydia tries. "These lists, they don't feel arbitrary, as if everyone supernatural in Beacon Hills was added. Cora isn't on there, and as far as we know she's alive." She doesn't seem to want to meet Derek's eye, but he can understand it.

"So you think she's alive." It's a statement, not a question, but Derek' bluntness cuts through the room.

"I didn't say that," Lydia says quietly. "She doesn't feel dead, but she also doesn't feel alive either. It's not the same as when you were taken by Kate, but it's similar." She stands and puts her hand on top of Derek's, a similar motion to a few weeks ago when he'd been lying on the same table they're gathered around now, only a teenaged version of himself.

"So where does that leave us?" Stiles asks. He notes the way Derek has gone tense, and decides to push once more. "Derek, what's wrong? Isn't it a good thing if your sister is still with us?"

He's leaning over the table, arms holding his weight up at the edge, and he shakes his head, smiling to himself a little.

"I was so ready to die," he breathes out. "I'm just so... tired, and when Lydia told me my name was a key for the deadpool? I was relieved. I could stop fighting, stop pretending I know what the hell I'm doing, and be with her again."

Lydia reaches her arm up to rub circles against his back, feeling his sigh beneath her hand.

"The others, I miss them everyday. But for years it was just me and Laura against the world. I don't know what I'm supposed to do if she's alive somehow."

"You keep fighting," a voice chimes in, and it's familiar, too familiar. Derek spins around to see his older sister standing there, a sad smile on her face as she plays with the pendant hanging from her neck.

"Laura? Wha- how?" Derek is frozen in place, mouth hanging open as he stumbles over his words trying to speak properly.

"I'm sorry, Derek, I'm so sorry." She rushes forward to pull him into a hug before taking a step back, holding him at arm's length. "You've grown in just these past few months, Der. Look at you." She has tears in her eyes and laughs a little.

Derek still hasn't spoken, but Laura doesn't seem to mind.

"I haven't been back too long, I promise. I just needed to get my bearing before I came back into your life, especially considering how mine ended."

"How did you come back?" Stiles cuts in, curiosity getting the better of him. Laura turns to look at him but someone else answers first.

"Peter," Lydia says. "It happened when I brought back Peter, didn't it?" Her voice is small, shaking slightly as she recalls those traumatic months, only part of which she actually remembers.

"You're the smart one, aren't you?" Laura answers. "I still don't really know how, and Deaton hasn't been able to fully explain it either. But yes, when you resurrected him, it ended up like a package deal. Whether it was some karmic twist of fate or just Hale blood keeping us bound together, I'm back. And apparently being hunted despite only the people in this room knowing I'm alive." She scoffs at this last bit, turning her attention back to Derek.

"I'm back, baby brother. What do you say we figure this out together?"

#*fics #derek hale #laura hale #i'll just tag them since they're the focus #LHAW21

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jerakeenc · 3 years

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many kidfics i’ve read and loved

look who’s reccing a million year old fics now. kidfics, very many. posted to dw for snowflake, thought I’d copy here as well. will be reading most, if not all. if you don’t hear from me again, this list is the culprit.

101 Ways To Get Lucky (In Love) by lenore

18,200 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

Rodney McKay is rich, gorgeous and at the top of his game—except someone just moved the goalposts! Now Rodney realizes he is sorely lacking the one status symbol that everybody seems to have…the perfect family. Rodney needs help, so he hires a relationship coach. Single-dad John Sheppard may be an expert, but not when it comes to his own relationships! And every day he spends with Rodney makes him wish that he could be the one to fill the vacancy in Rodney's life…

A Beautiful Lifetime Event by astolat

29,000 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

An Earlier Heaven by regann

67,400 words | X-Men, Erik/Charles

In the wake of Cuba, Charles and his students are ready to pick up the pieces and work toward achieving Charles's dream of a safe haven for young mutants. Those plans, however, take a surprising turn thanks to a very unexpected complication. As he slowly builds a future for his students and for his child, Charles struggles with the loss of Erik and the secrets he's willing to keep to protect his family, but those strides are shattered when Erik makes a startling reappearance into his life. [mpreg, kidfic, ensemble]

And everything nice by noelia_g

30,200 words | Social Network, Mark/Eduardo

The one where Mark somehow ends up with a child and of course needs a nanny for the amount of time he spends at the office. Only problem is a string of nannys keep trying to get into his pants for what he assumes is his money. Cue Mark's assistant hiring a male nanny, enter Eduardo.

asking to be born by longtime_lurker

26,500 words | Bandom, Pete/Patrick

"Don't worry, it's probably just his big gay freakout," Andy yells cheerfully and unhelpfully into Patrick's ear as they're hustling Pete over to the nearest private clinic.

Better with You by harriet_vane

38,100 words | 1D, Liam/Louis

Based on this prompt at the kinkmeme:

Single parent and solo artist Liam Payne hires Louis Tomlinson to be a full time nanny to his four year old son Sammy. Although the two men don't quite click from the start it's love at first sight between Sammy and Louis. Eventually Louis and Liam warm up to each other and get on like a house on fire, in fact the two become a little too fond of each other.

I refuse to apologize for how sweet this ended up, okay? It's kidfic, I am forever writing kidfic, and this one is even kid-fic-ier than usual.

Can't Get Enough of You (Baby) by eternalbreath

22,100 words | Inception, Arthur/Eames

Eames vanishes from dreamshare and Arthur goes a little crazy looking for him until he stumbles across him -- with a baby.

Chelsea, Chelsea, I Believe by empathapathique

300,800 words | Hockey, Kane/Toews

Patrick meets a girl his rookie year.

Don't You Shake Alone by dsudis

62,180 words | Generation Kill, Brad/Nate

Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word.

Dude, what's a bulwark? by kellifer_fic

12,150 words | Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles

Beacon Hills is the kind of small town where everybody knows everybody, and what everybody knows is that surly diner owner Derek Hale and free spirited single dad Stiles Stilinski have been in love with each other for years. If only they knew it too.

Every Other Beautiful World by rhiannonhero

43,280 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

Some things are unexpected but still inevitable in every beautiful world.

Forever, Now by harriet_vane

227,100 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard, Jon/Spencer, Brendon/Ryan, Brian/Greta

Brian rescues kid!Gerard and Mikey from life on the streets, and eventually everyone finds a family.

here comes the sun by oflights

56,600 words | Social Network, Mark/Eduardo

This is a story about growing up, sad 70's rock songs, too much hair gel, "Maxwell's Silver Hammer", a baby with curly hair, a Geiger counter, a dog that isn't named Max, the Chicken Dance, Cheerios, pepper-spray, drugs, sex, and a stuffed chicken named Cluckerberg, nicknamed Cluck. or: Mark raises Sean's accidental baby, and I write the fluffiest thing ever.

I Got a Love (That Keeps Me Waiting) by svmadelyn

163,700 words | Hockey, Kane/Toews

There's a lot of different ways this summary could go, like:

Patrick Kane gets more than a gold medal in Sochi.

Or, the classic: It's too late to pull out now.

Or: Patrick Kane continues to thrive in high pressure situations.

Or: Patrick Kane gets knocked up, goes to White Castle, and finds love, not necessarily in that order.

But, ultimately, all that really matters is this: Patrick Kane is keeping his baby.

I Would Be by cathalin

20,290 words | American Idol, Kris/Adam

AU. Adam and Kris meet a few years down the road, when down-on-his-luck Kris and his young daughter Katherine show up to rent a room from Adam, who never made it to an Idol audition.

Ice Ice Baby by uraneia

51,340 words | Hockey, Claude/Danny

A gold medal isn't the only souvenir Claude brings home from Prague.

OR: The one where Claude gets drunk, gets pregnant, and gets convinced to move in with Danny, whom he's been secretly in love with for years. What could possibly go wrong?

my heart is bigger than the distance in between us by estrella30

15,000 words | 1D, Nick/Harry

Nick chuckles quietly but grabs the remote and follows Emma, Aimee coming up close behind him. It’s indeed Harry on the telly, singing along to his latest radio hit and smiling slowly into the camera far too seductively for half eight on a Friday morning, if you ask Nick. He presses the volume just in time to catch the crowd’s roaring applause and see the pink flush Harry’s cheeks. Nick watches him duck his head as he gives a small wave to the audience, and it hits Nick that Harry is still the most humble and appreciative billionaire Nick’s ever met.

Good job, popstar, Nick thinks to himself.

or, Nick is a single dad and Harry is his bff and it's a bunch of years into the future and they fall in love

Once Upon a Furry Octopus by skoosiepants

11,270 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

He was an intelligent, intuitive pet, but he wasn’t going to start sniffing out ZPMs or hidden Ancient weaponry or detailed instructions on how to kill a Wraith with a common household item. A pen, for instance.

Reconcilable Differences by astolat

40,000 words | Smallville, Clark/Lex

Luthor Family Values.

Shelter by harriet_vane

63,500 words | Social Network, Jesse/Andrew

From the kinkmeme prompt: Some sort of AU vaguely based on Shelter! For whatever reason, Jesse has to take care of Hallie and give up his dream of being an actor. He ends up working in a dead end job when former, now successful friend (Andrew) returns home. They fall in love, etc, only Jesse can't go away with him because he has a responsibility to his family. CUE ANGST.

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by stilinskisparkles

15,000 words | Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world's cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy-- the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

Skybird by windsweptfic

33,785 words | Inception/White Collar, Arthur/Eames

Arthur and Eames adopt a kid and raise that kid into Neal Caffrey.

Small Cells and Fibers by sevenfists

7,830 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard

Tuesdays were finger-painting days. Frank made sure to wear his oldest pair of jeans, because even with his full-length apron and his constant reminders that paint belongs on paper and not on clothing, he always ended up with tiny, multi-colored handprints all over his clothes. There wasn't a thing he could do about it, so he just wore pants from 1995.

Small Primes and Square Roots by liviapenn

12,500 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

"I hope you picked someone really intelligent, otherwise it seems like it would be kind of a waste. Of incubation time, if nothing else."

So Wise We Grow by deastar

81,250 words | Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/Spock

"Commander Spock, we have located your son," the Vulcan lady on the screen says, which would be great, except Jim can tell by the look on Spock's face that he's never heard of this kid before in his life. "If it is expedient, the child will be sent to join you on the Enterprise within the week."

Something Better by lovelypoet

18,350 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard

"We all have to take jobs we don't like sometimes, you know?"

The Next Time You Say Forever by Thistlerose

27,300 words | Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/McCoy

After his ex-wife's death, McCoy is forced to leave the Enterprise to look after his teenage daughter. Under normal circumstances, this would be the end of…whatever it is he has with Kirk that's more than friendship, but less than what he wants. But the universe has other intentions.

The Reeducation of Misters Kane and Toews by jezziejay

15,900 words | Hockey, Kane/Toews

In which Kaner sort of has a kid, and Mr. Toews doesn't know which of them is the bigger brat.

AU featuring teacher!Jon and hockey-player!Kaner. With bonus 'Hawks characters, love notes, pasta jewelry, Be Better Pizzas, pirouettes, a sprinke of angst and guest appearance by Derek Jeter.

The Road Delivered Us Home by keelywolfe

117,430 words | Hobbit, Thorin/Bilbo

In the years since Bilbo left Erebor, he has lost his respectability, gained a nephew, and gotten on with life at Bag End.

He'd left aside adventure for the comforts and peace of his little Hobbit hole, and for the love of a child who needed him. Though perhaps, adventures can yet find him.

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29,500 words | Supernatural, Dean/Castiel

Dean's post-apocalyptic life is a friggin' soap opera. Romance! Angst! Separations! Reunions! Pizza Dinners! A Child Dean Never Knew He Had! It's all very dramatic.

throw a little sparkle all over it by etben

26,000 words | Bandom, Frank/Gerard

"Hey, Ma," Mikey says. "No, everything's fine—well, I mean, Gerard accidentally adopted a baby—no, he's changing her now, he can't talk."

Tiny Houses by ohmyjetsabel

77,130 words | Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.

God, he dreams.

He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Tip, Slide, Tumble by j_s_cavalcante

42,900 words | due South, Fraser/Kowalski

Ray knew when he found the body in the alley it was going to change someone's life. He just didn't expect that life would be his.

Turn by saras_girl

306,000 words | Harry Potter, Harry/Draco

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Unless it's lies or it's love by sprat

25,300 words | American Idol, Kris/Adam

In which Adam (a rock star) meets Kris (a single dad) at an Emergency Room in Arkansas at the end of a particularly shitty night. Also features: San Francisco, fresh starts, baked goods, OCs, cameo appearances by Matt and Megan, pirates, monsters with garbage heads and a recording studio.

What Child Is This by lamardeuse

30,150 words | Merlin, Arthur/Merlin

A modern AU with Merlin, Arthur, mayhem, a baby and a jingly elf hat.

What to Expect by arsenic

29,200 words | Bandom, Bob/Mikey

Mikey has his band, and his little girl, and that's enough. Really, it is.

Winter's Children by neery

66,890 words | Marvel, Bucky/Steve

When their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum failed, Hydra started trying to breed Captain America clones from his genetic samples. Unfortunately, the serum's effects aren't passed down genetically, so instead of an army of tiny Captain Americas, they get a bunch of tow-headed, asthmatic, allergic, immuno-compromised little Steves.

And then the Winter Soldier stumbles across Hydra's failed experiment...

With Six You Get Eggroll by speranza

31,000 words | due South, Fraser/Kowalski

"Kick 'em In The Head: A Guide To Parenting."

ETA: Bonus! Because I apparently lost my bookmark for this one but have the memory of an elephant for kidfic, so it came to me eventually. :D

A Farm in Iowa 'Verse by sheafrotherdon

166,000 words | SGA, McKay/Sheppard

John inherits a farm, Rodney ends up entirely out of his element, and there is much ado about baseball.

#kidfic #recs

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I've been thinking about Grimm/Supernatural/Teen Wolf crossover AUs pretty much nonstop since last night, and now I want ALL the Hank/Wu/Stilinski buddy cop fic. Also, Sheriff Donna from Spn needs to be in it, too. Can you IMAGINE the snark and general grumpiness? 'Cause *I* can... and it's GLORIOUS.

Also Jody Mills. Because hell yes!

Oh my god, I need to write a fic for that. Just all the sheriff’s/officers come together and bitch about what the hell their hunters/kids/supernaturals have done now and they’re so sick of it. It would be GLORIOUS indeed!

“So what has your hellhound been up to, Stilinski? Has he been a good boy?” Donna asks as she sips her coffee.

Wu snorts into his and smirks as he looks up. “Well I will never look at deputy Parrish the same, thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome, sweet cheeks.” Donna laughs.

Noah sighs, long-suffering, and rubs his forehead with a groan. “It’s not his fault but-”

The others around the table lean in, the cafe around them keeps bustling, the other patrons not paying attention to what’s being said at the table filled with police sheriffs, a detective, and an officer.

“But?” Jody presses on. Hank has a look on his face that clearly reads; well out with it!

“But deputy Parrish did manage to set his desk on fire after my son and his friends startled him with their shenanigans.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Hank tries to comfort him, he gives him an unamused look in return.

“It wouldn’t have been if that fire hadn’t reached the armory. How do I even begin to explain the explosion that occurred? The mayor wants to start an investigation.”

“Ooof...” Wu grimaces in sympathy and gently pats him on the shoulder. “Sounds like a rough day, buddy.”

Hank shrugs but gives him a sympathetic smile. “At least you didn’t have to deal with Nick trying his usual bullshit. Do you know how many times me and Monroe had to talk that man out of doing something stupid in the last three days? Jesus...”

Jody and Donna simply share a look and take another sip of their coffee. “Least you don’t have to deal with angels and demons.” Jody pipes up.

“Or the vampires.”

He looks around the table and shakes his head. “Werewolves, hellhounds, banshees, and Wendigos I can handle. Please keep the angels and demons to yourselves. I do not want my son to find out about those. I will never hear the end of it.”

Donna pats him on the shoulder and offers him one of the cookies they ordered, he takes it gratefully and gives her a friendly smile.

“Don’t worry handsome, we’ll make sure our two idiot hunters keep those bad boys away from your jurisdictions.”

Jody nods along with her companion. “Believe me, we also don’t want Stiles to find out about those.”

Her eyes widen a little as she remembers the one time she met Stiles Stilinski. He was a sweet kid but lord she could not handle that boy. And she’s raising Claire and Alex. But the Stilinski boy has more energy than her entire police department combined and she does not have the patience for it. Noah Stilinski, for all of his faults, is a saint for staying so patient with the boy.

“Nobody wants that...” Wu softly agrees and even Hank lets out a breath.

He realizes with a sigh that Stiles is just someone they need to get to know a bit better. He raises his coffee mug and his cookie. “To our respective dumbasses like my son, our kids, our hunters, and everything else. May we survive all their shenanigans...”

There’s a rumble going around the table in agreement and mugs are raised in harmony.

It’s just another Wednesday afternoon for all them.

So that was super quick and out the top of my head. But I would write something like that I guess.

#ben says stuff #superwolf #supergrimmwolf #grimm #teen wolf #spn #noah stilinski #donna hanscum #jody mills #drew wu #hank griffin #exlibrisfangirl #creativity he wrote

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theroysiblings · 3 years

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answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. tagged by @majoris

name/nickname: trinity gender: i... don’t know. I'm probably most closely aligned with nonbinary but I'm very attached to the experience of womanhood and girlhood star sign: taurus sun, leo moon height: 5′3 I think? Like on a good day birthday: may 10th time: 11:06 pm favourite bands: they might be giants, ajj, fleece solo artists: orville peck, frank ocean, jack stauber, lorde, mika, keaton henson. i will not be including musical theatre artists because this is already a lot song stuck in my head: last movie: Wonder Woman 1984-- I love u Steve Trevor last show: Bridgerton and The Big Flower Fight when did I create this blog: 11/06/2011 last thing googled: custom lover’s eyes portrait (I want to be in love so badly) other blogs: @dumbassmattmurdock - a blog I occasionally update about daredevil’s protagonist being a dumbass, @moonriverplays - an art blog I occasionally update, two private blogs (one for texts I get that I’d like to rememeber) and the other being poetry I write, @the-witch-in-a-crowd-of-muggles because it is an old old url I had do I get asks: not really? sometime my ask box eats them up tho so maybe I do. why I chose my url: i fixated on succession this summer especially the siblings following: 939 followers: 1106 average hours of sleep: this depends on my depression, some weeks it’s 12+ hours per night, some it’s 4 lucky number: 3, baby!!!!! what am I wearing: roots sweatshirt, running shorts dream job: sometimes,,, I think about going into acting but I’m absolutely shite at memorizing lines dream trip: favourite food: vietnamese curry and strawberry and almond cake off the top of my head. generally I do love food though. I love dumplings and pizza and sweets nationality: American favourite song: natasha and Pierre from natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 -- no hesitation last book read: I cannot rememeber tbh I know top three fictional universes I'd like to live in: Harry Potter, His Dark Materials, Pokemon

+ top 10 fave man characters

sam winchester from supernatural, I projected SO much unto him as a young teen. outcast kid who tried their hardest to fit in, who felt unloved by their father, who didn’t fit into their particular gender role, who felt inherently unholy

kendall roy from succession. just tragedy after tragedy, sadness, a bit silly

twelfth doctor!!! he’s kind, maybe not nice, but kind. he cares. he’s just such a comforting character who experiences growth yknow. like he defrosts over the seasons

chidi anagonye from the good place “I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone” mmmm are you kidding are you kidding

steve trevor from wonder woman, we love a well-meaning compassionate man

matt murdock, it’s about the sexy catholic guilt and the vigilantism and being a shitty friend and wanting to do the right thing and such love for justice!!!!! it’s about being such an idiot all the time!!! the stupid color and costume choices!!! matt I love u!!!!

gilbert blythe from Anne with an E, he is kind and smart and grows and respectful. what more could I want

niles crane from Fraser. dont know how to explain it, reminds me of a mean girl id get along with it immensely

scott mcmall from teen wolf. kind, trying, believes in love. does right by his mama. full circle story. feels the pressure of taking care of everyone

james flint from black sails-- respects women, believes in justice, anti-england

tagging: @lindamccartney, @lunawedlers, @stewy-hosseini, @inkbleeder, @actualnymph, @milk-bong, @loveliesjm, @pakchoys

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We have five new books on our radar this week, plus one we missed earlier in the month! Are any of these on your TBR list?

Jackpot by Nic Stone Crown Books for Young Readers

From the author of the New York Times bestseller Dear Martin –which Angie Thomas, the bestselling author of The Hate U Give, called “a must read”–comes a pitch-perfect romance that examines class, privilege, and how a stroke of good luck can change an entire life.

Meet Rico: high school senior and afternoon-shift cashier at the Gas ‘n’ Go, who after school and work races home to take care of her younger brother. Every. Single. Day. When Rico sells a jackpot-winning lotto ticket, she thinks maybe her luck will finally change, but only if she–with some assistance from her popular and wildly rich classmate Zan–can find the ticket holder who hasn’t claimed the prize. But what happens when have and have-nots collide? Will this investigative duo unite…or divide?

Nic Stone, the New York Times bestselling author of Dear Martin and Odd One Out, creates two unforgettable characters in one hard-hitting story about class, money–both too little and too much–and how you make your own luck in the world.

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker/Artist Wendy Xu Lion Forge

A story of love and demons, family and witchcraft.

Nova Huang knows more about magic than your average teen witch. She works at her grandmothers’ bookshop, where she helps them loan out spell books and investigate any supernatural occurrences in their New England town.

One fateful night, she follows reports of a white wolf into the woods, and she comes across the unexpected: her childhood crush, Tam Lang, battling a horse demon in the woods. As a werewolf, Tam has been wandering from place to place for years, unable to call any town home.

Pursued by dark forces eager to claim the magic of wolves and out of options, Tam turns to Nova for help. Their latent feelings are rekindled against the backdrop of witchcraft, untested magic, occult rituals, and family ties both new and old in this enchanting tale of self-discovery.

The Never Tilting World (The Never Tilting World #1) by Rin Chupeco HarperTeen

Frozen meets Mad Max in this epic teen fantasy duology bursting with star-crossed romance, immortal heroines, and elemental magic, perfect for fans of Furyborn.

Generations of twin goddesses have long ruled Aeon. But seventeen years ago, one sister’s betrayal defied an ancient prophecy and split their world in two. The planet ceased to spin, and a Great Abyss now divides two realms: one cloaked in perpetual night, the other scorched by an unrelenting sun.

While one sister rules Aranth—a frozen city surrounded by a storm-wracked sea —her twin inhabits the sand-locked Golden City. Each goddess has raised a daughter, and each keeps her own secrets about her sister’s betrayal.

But when shadowy forces begin to call their daughters, Odessa and Haidee, back to the site of the Breaking, the two young goddesses —along with a powerful healer from Aranth, and a mouthy desert scavenger —set out on separate journeys across treacherous wastelands, desperate to heal their broken world. No matter the sacrifice it demands.

Our Wayward Fate by Gloria Chao Simon Pulse

Seventeen-year-old Ali Chu knows that as the only Asian person at her school in middle-of-nowhere Indiana, she must be bland as white toast to survive. This means swapping her congee lunch for PB&Js, ignoring the clueless racism from her classmates and teachers, and keeping her mouth shut when people wrongly call her Allie instead of her actual name, pronounced Āh-lěe, after the mountain in Taiwan.

Her autopilot existence is disrupted when she finds out that Chase Yu, the new kid in school, is also Taiwanese. Despite some initial resistance due to the “they belong together” whispers, Ali and Chase soon spark a chemistry rooted in competitive martial arts, joking in two languages, and, most importantly, pushing back against the discrimination they face.

But when Ali’s mom finds out about the relationship, she forces Ali to end it. As Ali covertly digs into the why behind her mother’s disapproval, she uncovers secrets about her family and Chase that force her to question everything she thought she knew about life, love, and her unknowable future.

Snippets of a love story from nineteenth-century China (a retelling of the Chinese folktale The Butterfly Lovers) are interspersed with Ali’s narrative and intertwined with her fate.

War Girls (War Girls #1) by Tochi Onyebuchi Razorbill

Two sisters are torn apart by war and must fight their way back to each other in a futuristic, Black Panther–inspired Nigeria.

The year is 2172. Climate change and nuclear disasters have rendered much of earth unlivable. Only the lucky ones have escaped to space colonies in the sky.

In a war-torn Nigeria, battles are fought using flying, deadly mechs and soldiers are outfitted with bionic limbs and artificial organs meant to protect them from the harsh, radiation-heavy climate. Across the nation, as the years-long civil war wages on, survival becomes the only way of life.

Two sisters, Onyii and Ify, dream of more. Their lives have been marked by violence and political unrest. Still, they dream of peace, of hope, of a future together.

And they’re willing to fight an entire war to get there.

Acclaimed author Tochi Onyebuchi has written an immersive, action-packed, deeply personal novel perfect for fans of Nnedi Okorafor, Marie Lu, and Paolo Bacigalupi.

Rebel (Legend #4) by Marie Lu Roaring Book Press

Respect the Legend. Idolize the Prodigy. Celebrate the Champion. But never underestimate the Rebel.

With unmatched suspense and her signature cinematic storytelling, #1 New York Times–bestselling author Marie Lu plunges readers back into the unforgettable world of Legend for a truly grand finale.

Eden Wing has been living in his brother’s shadow for years. Even though he’s a top student at his academy in Ross City, Antarctica, and a brilliant inventor, most people know him only as Daniel Wing’s little brother.

A decade ago, Daniel was known as Day, the boy from the streets who led a revolution that saved the Republic of America. But Day is no longer the same young man who was once a national hero. These days he’d rather hide out from the world and leave his past behind. All that matters to him now is keeping Eden safe―even if that also means giving up June, the great love of Daniel’s life.

As the two brothers struggle to accept who they’ve each become since their time in the Republic, a new danger creeps into the distance that’s grown between them. Eden soon finds himself drawn so far into Ross City’s dark side, even his legendary brother can’t save him. At least not on his own . . .

#nic stone #wendy xu #rin chupeco #gloria chao #tochi onyebuchi #marie lu #suzanne walker #new releases

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A Case of the Moondays || Noah & Winn

TIMING: Monday, February 3rd, 2020, Evening LOCATION: Main Street Arena PARTIES: @noah-kalani & @packsbeforesnacks SUMMARY: Winn scents a boy on the first (not) date. Noah growls. WARNINGS: Boners.

Winn wasn’t a cruel coach.

He’d run the boys ragged on Tuesday, sure, but cancelling Monday’s practice was what a good bro would do — partly because teenagers couldn’t handle their baby hangovers, and partly because he knew they’d be behind on their work and could use the time to catch up. (Would they? As if. But never let it be said he didn’t try.) If he were in their position, he’d be nominating himself for Coach of the Year for that show of sympathy.

There hadn’t been too much carnage from the party, other than some (overly) concerned moms calling him up and asking why on God’s green earth their little Timmy had taken even one sip of the devil’s water. But Winn had spent half his lifetime charming the pants off of mothers, who were all too eager to forget his “transgressions” when they met his pearly whites and warm handshake and “aw, shucks, ma’am, those wily teens” routine.

He’d spent his afternoon meeting four or five moms at one of the back tables in the Arena’s bar area, and each came out of the meeting with a glowing review of their son and an afterglow from the thrill of talking to Winn Woods: Lady Killer. They didn’t need to know he wasn’t strictly bangable; it was like crushin’ on the pool boy. Would never happen, but it was nice to let ‘em dream. But, God, he needed a fuckin’ drink, and he knew exactly what twink to hit up.

He fired a text off to Noah and ordered the first of (hopefully) many drinks. The bar was dead on a Monday, so Big D was more than happy to make his tips off Winn’s wallet, and Winn was more than happy to talk to a pretty (if, and this was a goddamn shame, unattainable) face. Worst case scenario, Winn would have to lean into becoming the newest barfly.

It was safe to say Noah Kalani wasn’t exactly known for his “good ideas.” No, Noah was usually the first person you’d call when you needed someone with unprecedented durability who wouldn’t ask too many questions.

So, when the text came in from Winn asking to redeem the ‘one free shot between friends’ coupon that had been extended that weekend during the Super Bowl, Noah fired off a “sure thing” before even stopping to think about it. And, normally, he wouldn’t. It was just two bros doing bro stuff, after all. (Right? Yes, right.)

But this week there was a catch that made everything all the more difficult for Noah. Because this week was a full moon week. And maybe for a normal wolf that wouldn’t be such a big deal, but for someone like Noah? Well. He could feel it in his chest. The ache. The urge. The need to just fucking hit something. Not to mention he was already bracing himself for the immense change he was going to experience this weekend having a shapeshifting supernatural organ that was trapped in a body that wouldn’t, no couldn’t, accommodate it. But it was too late to think about that now, his body propelling him towards the only other lump in this bar.

“Hey.” Noah nodded Winn’s way, sliding onto the barstool next to the other man. And it was weird, how something about looking at Winn made Noah calm down, his (interesting?) scent soothing his already oversensitive nose, quelling the wolfy-ness lingering underneath his fragile human skin. “Soooooo I don’t usually drink on Mondays, but I did promise you a shot. So, here I am.” He flashed a cheeky smile at the other man.

Noah wasn’t taking forever to get over to the Arena, but it was long enough that Big D had started passing Winn glasses to dry off, ignoring Winn’s protests of “I am a paying customer” and cartoonishly mumbling something about kids these days having no respect for their elders.

His protests, as Big D knew from the weeknights after practice that Winn whiled away sitting at the bar and beating his head against his readings for class, were mostly token. There was an unspoken agreement between the two: Winn could loiter if he helped out occasionally, and Big D wouldn’t bug Winn once Winn got in the zone. After all, it wasn’t as if Winn had any place better to be.

Winn’s ears perked up a bit as he heard the mechanical whoosh from the glass doors, Noah bringing in a rush of midwinter chill with him as he entered the Arena. Something tickled Winn’s nose as he handed the last of the glasses to D, but he mentally shrugged it off — weird smells popped up in White Crest all the time, and, as he reminded his furrier half, Winn couldn’t chase down every mail truck.

Noah slid in beside him, making a token greeting and beaming at him. “Nice to meetcha sober, Noah. I don’t try to get smashed on Mondays, but a cooldown beer? Yeah, I fuck with that.” Winn laughed, a small rumble at the back of his throat, and clapped a hand down onto Noah’s back. “But you did say shots, and I hold a man to his word. What’s your poison?” He gestured broadly to the alcohol behind the bar — a pretty standard collection, as far as Winn’s experience went, though there was a bottle of Maker’s Mark near the top shelf that was calling his name. He had some manners, though. Boy buying the shot gets to pick the booze, least as far as the first shot went.

“Well, I guess by proxy I’m fucking with that too today.” Noah threw out with a smile, eyes already scanning the selection of alcohol behind the bar. He wasn’t a fancy drinker by all means. No, Noah was more of a “what can I get the most of for the least amount” kind of dude (his drink of choice could usually be described as piss water, but people his age rarely drank for the taste right?).

But Winn though.

Well, Noah scanned the other man for a few seconds, trying to figure him out. He didn’t look like he wouldn’t be able to hold his own with some ‘piss water’ of his own, but something inside Noah screamed at him to make a better choice. And maybe it was the fact that Winn was older than him that sparked this internal struggle, or maybe he just needed to grow up and order something nice for a change. Either way, he waved the bartender down, mind made up.

“Can we have two shots of Tito’s for starters Big D?” he asked, figuring vodka was a respectable choice for a shot, especially since it wasn’t Tequila. “So, what’s happened with you since I last saw you, like what… 24 hours ago?” Noah asked with a smile as he watched Big D pour the shots and slide them over to the pair.

“Aw, shit. Fuckin’ Tito’s? I haven’t had a swig of that in a minute. Solid choice, bro.” If Winn was being completely honest with Noah, he’d admit that he hadn’t had a shot of Tito’s since the last time he’d done body shots or, more accurately still, the last time his body had been used for body shots. Much as he felt no real shame for his days being the vessel for many a packmates first “legal” drink (was there a better way to ring in being legal than drinking a shot off your bro? no, there was not), he got the impression from his one-and-a-half interactions with Noah that that revelation might fry the younger man’s brain.

He paused as Big D slid them their shots, glanced at Noah, winked, and threw back the shot with practiced ease. Becoming a werewolf hadn’t fucked too much with his alcohol tolerance (if anything, Winn could hold his liquor better), but his enhanced sense of taste meant that the booze would always burn, just a little, even if it was the smoothest shit this side of the Mississippi.

He smacked the shot glass down on the counter, earning a glare from D (one time he’d asked, “What are you doing, kid, tryin’ to shatter them? Fuck’s sake.”), and considered Noah’s question. “Felt bad I didn’t have much time to chat last night, man. But I chaperoned this party, swiped some choice barbeque from another party, and then passed out in a food coma. Pretty lame, right?” He snorted. “Oh, and then today I got lovingly chewed out by the local MADDs for not keeping a laser sight on their sixteen year olds. I mean, I don’t know about you, man, but they’re lucky their kids aren’t more like me when I was their age. And, hey, least they’re involved enough to know when their kids’ve been drinkin’, I guess. How ‘bout you, dude?” He leaned his head lazily on his hand, eyes bright and attentive (he hoped) on Noah.

Noah couldn’t help but beam slightly at Winn’s praise. Even for all his hesitation, his choice was apparently paying off. Maybe this was a sign he should get the good stuff more often? Or at least he should buy Winn the good stuff more often. That is, if they were going to make this a regular thing… God he hoped this would be a regular thing.

Focusing on the shot set before him, though, Noah almost missed the wink that was aimed his way as the older man threw back his liquor, his motions taking a slight pause. It wasn't like this was the first time a man had ever winked at him (no, he’d been winked at a BUNCH of times) but this was the first time that… Well, it felt weird. But good? In a way that didn't make a whole lot of sense to him at the moment. Which was probably why he should just take the shot and go on with his life before he overalayzed it to death. Okay. Okay.

Downing the liquor in his glass, Noah placed his down (albeit more getly) next to Winn’s, waving at Big D. “Two more please,” he grunted out, the burn still tickling the back of his throat. “Don’t worry about it, dude,” Noah said with a playful shrug. “Sounds like you had a busy night, and a full belly. The lamest of lames.” It was punctuated by a smile, one of his nicest and most genuine ones. But it didn’t last long as Winn started talking about his experiences with the mothers of his players.

“Ooooohhhhhh yeaaaah, that sounds rough,” Noah started as Big D placed the second round in front of them, “but looks like they didn’t cut you up too deeply.” He nudged the other man as he took the second shot and downed it. “Been alright. Floated around to a couple parties after you left with the boys. Went to work this morning, helped the vet cut off some balls. You know, the usual.”

“Haha, yeah? They couldn’t withstand my charm, clearly,” Winn said, dry as a desert. He had to admit… It was nice to just grab a drink with someone again. Sure, he had friends… or, at least acquaintances. Blanche, for sure. Ricky, though not for nearly as long and… well. Miles was a wolf, so they were bros for life, obvi. But Blanche couldn’t go out to bars yet (and, ‘sides, she’d probably think he was uncool to hang with?) and any hangout with Ricky could be (mis)interpreted as a second date and he didn’t want to make things weird. Miles… Well, he seemed, like, busy?

Noah was a new face, and a chill one, and he was buyin’ Winn a second shot, so, y’know, no complaints. Winn downed that shot, licking the residual vodka from his lips before he started again. “You make it over to Ricky’s at all? ‘S where I got the ‘cue. Ricky’s got some great meat.”

He inhaled deeply, something catching on the back of his throat. His eyes darted for a second to the sliding doors, but, no. No one had come in. Exhale. Somethin’ was buggin’ him. It was the same smell that Noah had carried in with him, he thought? Another subtle inhale through his nose, trying to both pay attention to whatever Noah was sayin’ and run through the possibilities in his head of where the smell might be coming from. Or what it was, even. His eyes flickered around the bar, and back to Noah. No. Could he be? Winn leaned forward, “to listen better” he’d say, and inhaled again. Noah smelled fresh, in the most basic sense of the word — clean, mossy, a little bit woodsy? But there was something under all of that that Winn couldn’t quite put his finger on. If he could just get closer…

Ricky’s got some great meat. Noah couldn’t help but snort at that comment, middle school lizard brain still finding puns like that funny, and not like… true in, like, the really gay way. Because that was definitely a crisis for another night.

“Yeah, I made it over for a few hours, talked to all the guys for a bit. Saw you get some of your own Ricky Cordero special.” Noah winked at Winn. Because, yeah. He’d noticed. And it didn't matter to him that those two were close. Not one bit. Because he wasn’t like other jocks. He was a Cool Jock, okay?

Watching, though, as the other man went curiously silent, Noah cocked an eyebrow as the other inched closer and closer. Wait. Was Winn smelling him? Blanching a little out of embarrassment, Noah discreetly (or not so discreetly) raised an arm, nose instantly going to his pit. No, that wasn’t it. Not that it would have been anyway, he knew, Noah wasn't insane about hygiene but he at least had the common decency to shower off the sweat and the vet building smell before he came out.

Feeling his heart start racing, he said, “Don’t know what you’re smelling, but I swear I showered before I came, dude.” Noah raised his hands in his defense, Winn’s head practically inches from Noah’s tanned chest. And if Winn was any type of supernatural, Noah was sure he could heart his heart beating out of his long sleeve, button down, Henley-esque shirt. That he was now noticing was unbuttoned really, really low and my god he was showing too much skin for Winn, wasn’t he?

Winn racked his brain, trying to figure out what Noah could’a meant when he said that Winn got a “Ricky Cordero special.” “Oh, you mean when he slapped my ass?” Winn asked, nose twitching. Closer… “Ricky’s jus’ like that, bro, y’don’t gotta anythin’ to be jealous over.” He was not thinking about the words coming out of his mouth.

Noah smelled almost like… a wolf? Fuck, what. But he wasn’t a wolf. Trust Winn to know, he’d had to dude in his damn lap! He would know if he had a wolf in his lap, he’d had plenty there, and he knew how they smelled, and Noah did not smell like them. Or like Miles! But… But…

He leaned farther forward, dimly aware that Noah had noticed him leaning forward. But, shit, if he was a wolf, then the only person he really had to be ashamed around was Big D and, eyes darting to the left, yeah, D had gone into the kitchen. The barstool creaked as it started to come forward with Winn, Winn eyeing Noah’s neck and chest, where the scent was the most concentrated.

He could hear Noah’s heart beating fast — huh, save that observation for a later time — as Winn approached his target. And Winn could appreciate an admittedly nice chest, but that wasn’t his goal. His nose hit the base of Noah’s neck, Winn took a deep breath… and everything went to shit.

“Fuck,” Winn said, tipping forward and falling into Noah’s chest, into Noah, and off of his stool. Like a domino, Noah tipped back, and Winn barely had time to throw his hands out behind Noah’s head to prevent him from cracking it open on the tile.

“Damn it,” Winn said softly, but, well, since he was here. Deep inhale. There was something off about Noah’s scent. He knew it. There was something of the wild there — maybe he’d just been fucking around with a wolf for a while and didn’t know it yet? But, no, this smelled like… a part of him?

Not for the first time, Winn wished he could just ask César… and, fuck, Winn was still on top of Noah, hands behind Noah’s head, nose in the man’s neck, and, if he was being honest, his mouth on the man’s collarbone. Winn’s legs were astride Noah’s own, bodies lined up nearly one-to-one. And… well, shit, this was about to get awkward, wasn’t it?

Noah huffed at the assumption that he was jealous, eyes rolling playfully. Winn probably didn't know, but Noah could most likely get Ricky to slap his ass too. You know if he wanted to. But before Noah could even think to respond, a certain chain of events unfolded before him.

First, there was the fact that Winn was now so close that Noah could feel the other man’s breath on the skin of his neck as he fought to hold back a shiver. Something deep down within him wanted this, wanted this to keep going wherever it might lead. But again, now was not the time, nor the place, to be having a big gay crisis.

No, now was the time to have another crisis of sorts. One where he really just needed to know what the ever living fuck Winn was doing with his nostrils jammed so far into his neck he probably could smell what he had for dinner. But, wait. Was he… scenting him? The thought hit Noah like a freight train as the dark thing that lived down deep inside him howled with approval. Scenting. Pack. Fuck. That was a werewolf thing, right? Holy shit, did he just befriend an actual werewolf? All on his own?

Noah didn’t have time to really contemplate this singular thought as Winn tipped them both over with the force of his curiosity. And Noah had been hit before. Hard, some might even say. But there was nothing like having a huge, bulky man push you over on a barstool when you were least expecting it, especially when Noah’s own body absorbed most of the fall for the both of them.

“Shit,” he wheezed as he just laid there, mind focusing mostly on getting his breathing in check, his lungs feeling as if they’d had every ounce of oxygen knocked out of them. And this wasn’t the first time Noah had had a large man on top of him. Oh, no no no. Noah was a football player, and this thing was more or less normal in his realm. What wasn’t normal was the amount (or lack thereof) of clothing between them, and the actual press of flesh on flesh. Fuck, he really should have stuck with the cable knit sweater.

“So uh. If you wanted to, uh, get me under you, dude,” Noah started after a few more seconds of silence, still laying there stock-still, trying not to look at Winn (or, the top of his head). Or, you know, think about the fact that the man was basically making out with his collarbone at this point, “uh, there might have been better ways to go about it. Preferably one that didn’t cause me bodily harm.” Humor. It was the best Noah could do in the moment, and he hoped it was enough to break the thick tension that was now hanging in the air.

You know, thinking about it rationally, from his spot down here functionally making out with Noah’s collarbone, Winn could think of times in his life where he’d fucked up worse.

There’d been that time in the Chi Alpha mug party with the dick marshmallows when he’d been a sophomore. Or that time he’d literally fallen down the side of a mountain during initiation one year — and thank fuck for werewolf endurance or he’d probably be toast. There were plenty of times in his life that he could look back on now, lying on top of Noah, that, maybe, he should’ve felt, y’know, more embarrassed about at the time. Shame wasn’t a foreign emotion to Winn, much as he liked to joke that he was as shameless as they came.

But he was blushing scarlet now, especially when Noah joked about Winn wanting to get Noah under him. (And, really, again, Winn needed more time to think about the other man’s heart rate when he wasn’t scrambling for ways to explain why he’d been literally smelling Noah.)

“Uh,” he tried, “I’m sorry, dude. Guess my tolerance is a little lower than I remembered.” He huffed out a laugh, breath dusting across Noah’s exposed neck.

And, wow, this close up, he could really see the tendons in Noah’s neck. Curse the full moon, but Winn really wanted to bite into that neck right now. Not to hurt Noah, ‘course, but something a bit more… primal. And, alllllright, time to get up, before Winn started making his (secondary) intentions extremely clear to the other man — jeans or no.

But the thing was, the wolf didn’t want to move. He felt himself growl lowly, and no. No, like the dumb dog he was, he just stayed there, hands gripped tight in Noah’s hair (Christ), and took another deep breath of the man, once again left to wonder what the fuck was under the very, very human smell of Noah. He wondered, absently, if this is how some of his packmates had felt when he’d roughhoused with them, before they’d told him their secret, if there had been something different about the way that Winn smelled that had told them that he belonged with them.

And, dammit, down boy. Distract. He started talking, low, into Noah’s neck: “Okay, so, clearly I was lying about the drinking thing. I… don’t have a good explanation here for ya, man. Just gonna have to ask you to, uh, trust me that this isn’t as bad as it seems? And, like, I know it seems pretty bad, but I swear to you that I didn’t mean to hurt you or end up here.” He gulped, pushing onward. “But... I need you to do me a massive favor and push me off of you, ‘cause I don’t think I can get off of you right now? You’re gonna have to make the first move here, so. Please help me out here, Noah.”

He whispered one last, “Please.”

I’m sorry, dude. Guess my tolerance is a little lower than I remembered. Noah may have been a barely-there, C-passing jock at times, but good lord he was he not that dumb. There was definitely more to this. So, so, sooooo much more to this, especially as the other man turned an even deeper shade of crimson, grip starting to become tighter in Noah’s hair. (They’d have to talk about that little action in the future.)

Trying just to breathe, Noah laid there for a moment, irrational thoughts streaming through his consciousness as every second passed. The wolf in him wanted to growl at Winn, gnash his teeth, and bite whatever flesh he could find, a stiff payment for knocking him over and holding him veritably hostage.

But there was also a side of him that felt the rush of blood pooling in places it should not be, Winn’s hot breath on his neck bringing back those sexual feelings he sadly hadn’t given into in a long time. Feelings he shouldn’t even be having in the first place seeing as how it was a very male appendage that was making its appearance against him.

As always, Winn brought him back, the pleading in his voice distracting Noah from each and every shiver that was tingling down his spine. (God, he was going to need to work on being well, less, excitable in his neck area.)

The fucking asshole couldn’t move? What the fucking kind of fucking excuse was that? A lame one, his inner wolf growled. And Noah couldn’t help but agree, his anger fueling his next actions.

Because yes, in retrospect, he probably could have done everything a lot gentler, but Noah Fucking Kalani was no fucking pushover, that was for sure. Making the swift choice, Noah braced, the one season of wrestling he did in freshman year really kicking in as he swung his legs up. Bracketing them around the other man, Noah rolled them both swiftly and efficiently landing to where he was on top, his own hips pinning the other to the floor, Winn’s body hitting the tile with a soft but satisfying thud.

Sitting there (and ignoring the large dick in the room), Noah just let his breath come in a soft pant as he studied the other man, searching for words. But there was only one thing he had to say right now. He leaned down. “You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” he whispered. His big brown eyes narrowing, almost daring Winn to tell the truth.

Winn winced as Noah flipped him, grunting softly at the roughness of the maneuver and the ways in which Noah was now pressing down on him. The wolf was shocked into silence, into submission, and, frankly, so was Winn.

He looked up at Noah, the other man panting, looking at Winn with a curious gaze, like he was waiting for Winn to say something, do something. But what? Winn whined slightly, before he got annoyed at himself for whining. C’mon, Winner. Do better.

His big “problem” throbbed unhelpfully in his jeans, but he could almost ignore that, especially when Noah said the w-word. And leaned in. And whispered. Alright, so, a healthy mix of everything, then. Great. So, two, maybe three, options here, right?

Option the first: Noah was a Hunter, which seemed… unlikely, though his dick had led him astray before in that regard. Hunter wouldn’t’ve let him get that close. Wouldn’t have even hesitated to put a bullet in his chest, a hand around his throat, whatever. Hell, coulda used the shot glass for it. He blamed Jules for at least one of those options ‘causing him to groan low, in the back of his throat.

Alright, option the second: Noah was a wolf. Vaguely unlikely. He knew what non-pack wolves smelled like, in the broadest sense. And even if he didn’t, the smell underlying Noah’s normal scent wasn’t fully wolflike. He knew that now, having been, well, immersed in it was probably the most accurate?

Third… Weird human?

He pushed his hips up experimentally, testing how tightly Noah had him down, and found it was firm — but not absolute. Winn briefly considered bucking Noah off of him, but didn’t want that to be taken as somethin’ it wasn’t, considering that would mean grinding up and into Noah’s ass.

Instead, he looked into Noah’s brown eyes, searching for an answer, before he slowly, calmly, nodded. There was somethin’ about the show of force, the calm sureness of Noah’s whispered “werewolf,” that made Winn want to bare his neck, offer himself up to Noah — stupid, he knew, that was barely a thing that his packmates had even jokingly done.

Even knowing that, he turned his head to the side slightly, neck on full display, an acceptance that he’d been beat. An acquiescence to answering Noah’s questions, if he had any. But Winn let out one growl, though, to let Noah know that Winn could still fight back, if he needed to.

Staring at Winn, Noah’s eyes were trained on the other, looking for even the slightest of movements, wolfy instincts he barely knew he had ablaze inside him. He wanted proof, proof he wasn't crazy. Hell, even proof Winn was a weird motherfucker who was just trying to seduce him so he could later stuff him in a hole and wear his skin like a robe (and on that thought, Noah probably needed to stop watching psychological horror movies before bed).

Feeling Winn test his grip, though, only made Noah tighten it, mouth set in a line. Winn wasn't getting out of this without answering the question. No matter how aroused Winn was, or how much Noah was thinking that if this was happening in different circumstances… but they weren’t. They were happening here and now, with Noah pinning down a guy he'd practically just met on the tiled floor of a bar and accusing him of being a werewolf.

To which apparently the answer was yes. Winn was a werewolf. Noah sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck. Winn was an actual werewolf. The moon was only a few days away and here he was, a puny slightly-powered human pinning down a full-grown fucking wolf. Fuck having the upperhand right now, because he was going to die tonight, wasn’t he? But then Winn turned his head, the soft part of his neck and consequently his jugular on display. There was something in the action that sent a tingle through Noah’s spine, the younger boy losing his grip a bit subconsciously.

Well, that was until he heard it, the low rumble that sent him spiraling back into the darkness. No, that deep animalistic voice spoke to him. No. This would not do. Tightening back to his original strength, Noah gave in and did something he'd never done before. He growled back.

Did… Did Noah just growl at Winn?

What… the fuck. What the actual, like, flying fuck? That was a wolf growl and, Winn sniffed the air as subtly as possible (hah, fat chance, Winner). Noah smelled… more like a wolf now? (And, alright, Winn would self-examine the way in which the growl nearly made him whine, again.)

“What… are you?” Winn ventured, eyes locked on Noah.

Which, of course, was when Big D, who had managed to stay out of the fucking room while this series of increasingly nonsensical events had occured, made his presence known with a loud cough. Winn, slightly too roughly—sorry Noah—shoved the younger man off of him and stood, grateful that the bar came up to hide his waist, and what was below it, and laughed uncomfortably.

“Big D, have I ever told you how grateful I am that you’re my bartender? That you let me stay here even when I’m not drinking? How I’d do anything for you?” The bartender quirked an eyebrow, gestured to the man still on the floor, gestured to Winn, gestured to the trays stack of damp glasses he’d brought in from the back. And, yeah, okay, Winn could get the message.

“I… think you should go, Noah,” he said, staring into Noah’s eyes with a calm surety, trying to transmit ‘Look, things are complicated, but we can talk about this later.’ with just his mind, knowing that there could be so many things going through Noah’s head right now, and that, in a way, it was Winn and his dumbass wolf’s responsibility to answer any questions, but… Later. He’d figure it out. Later.

And with a whoosh, Noah was gone.

#wickedswriting #para #Noah #A Case of the Moondays

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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princeescaluswords replied to your post:

Teen Wolf fandom loves to rave Lydia this and...

You know, I wonder if Scott’s so-called ‘naive optimism’ was actually a confidence in his own abilities? Yeah, he panicked in S1 but that was because of Werewolves! Starting when he went to rescue Derek, he started believing in his own abilities – able to convince Derek of Peter’s lies, able to interfere positively in S2. We focus so much on his team-building, we were fooled by his humility.

Huh. That’s actually a pretty interesting thought, once you factor in Allison’s presence and influence in his life. Like...she basically would have been the first person other than Deaton who was both important to Scott and new to his life, having no prior preconceptions formed - and he CONSCIOUSLY wanted to impress her, and she responded by actually being impressed, rather than giving him shit for stuff or feeling threatened by his more positive traits. Thus, for the first time he had a new influence who rewarded his more proactive side and his personal priorities and attributes....

Melissa in the early seasons was supportive of Scott for sure, and a positive source of esteem for his intelligence and decision-making....BUT her influence on Scott’s subconscious behavior would have been mitigated by the fact that she was his mother, and she’d been present when Rafe was around and instilling such negative, detrimental tendencies. So in effect, Scott’s behaviors towards his own intelligence would have been formed ALREADY taking Melissa’s expressed views into account....its just Rafe’s were more impactful because of how much more dramatic and affecting of him they likely were.

And then Deaton certainly should be credited for his positive influence on Scott’s life, and he was always a source of positivity and confidence for Scott, as we saw when we saw how Scott responded to Deaton praising him for being such a good employee. BUT Deaton’s EARLY influence would have been mitigated by the fact that he still technically was only Scott’s boss at the time, and there’s only so much subconscious influence that can add to the equation. I’d argue we actively SAW Deaton’s opinion of Scott himself steadily gain MORE importance to Scott as the series progressed, and as Deaton’s importance to Scott as a father figure and mentor grew, rather than still just being an employer.

So Scott DID have the framework for enough of a support system to actually boost his confidence in himself and his own abilities.....but Allison’s opinion would have been like the adrenaline shot needed to jumpstart the actual changes in his self-confidence we saw starting in early Season One and progressing all the way to his rise as an Alpha in 3A.

From that angle, it was never JUST about Scott’s confidence increasing because of his werewolf abilities specifically...rather it was the cumulative effect of how they helped him overcome the barriers he had in place for how people viewed him as less than he actually was....it was like an artificial or at least external influx of self-confidence that then in turn was backed by the positive affirmation he received first from Allison, then a more important/influential Deaton, and to top it all off, the grudging respect he gained from Derek as the first two seasons progressed, as well as the reluctant acknowledgments from Scott’s actual antagonists, like Peter, Chris and even Gerard.

So yeah, I think you’re right, Scott’s ‘naive optimism’ could very simply have been an increased awareness of his own capabilities being far more than he’d given HIMSELF credit for, having been subconsciously sabotaging his own self-image for years, to keep from being perceived negatively by people important to him.

Which is how we saw the first hints of Scott’s True Alpha nature in Night School, when his eyes first flickered to red, but it took until the 3A finale to really ‘solidify’ as a True Alpha....because the capability was within him all along, a la the shape you take reflects the person you are.....he was ALWAYS unusual compared to other werewolves, as acknowledged by pretty much every other supernatural-knowledgeable character from the very first season....because in effect, he always was a True Alpha all along....on a subconscious level. With little hints of that peeking through here and there.

But it wasn’t until the 3A finale, after Scott’s CONSCIOUS awareness of his true capabilities had time to catch up with his subconscious thanks to the positive affirmations he received from Allison, Derek, Deaton, Isaac and assorted others in his slowly growing circle of new opinions that held weight and importance with him....THAT was why it took until 3A for his shape and manifestation as a True Alpha to really ‘stick.’ He was the opposite of Jackson-as-the-kanima, in that way. Jackson’s shape was malleable because he was lacking a personal sense of identity and basing who he was on what other people wanted him to be, until the end of S2, where he managed to decide for himself what HE wanted to be, and view himself that way, as a werewolf.

In contrast, Scott’s shape was malleable, fluctuating between the ‘appearance’ of an omega, beta and alpha without ever really actually changing in any meaningful way.....but Scott deep down always was the same person, he DID have a personal sense of identity and who he was and how he viewed himself, and that was a True Alpha, beholden to no one’s limitations but his own....its just because of influences like his dad’s, he’d buried that sense of self over the years beneath what he THOUGHT other people wanted him to be....until people like Allison and Isaac helped him break through those self-imposed barriers and limitations and realise who he really was, as they finally reaffirmed for him what he’d already once believed about himself and what he was capable of...instead of trying to deny it or bury it.

And thus, his confidence took an actual, solid hit in S4, in the wake of not just Allison’s death but also Isaac’s departure, etc, as in one go he lost several of the very opinions that had done so much to help him appreciate his own sense of self and natural abilities.....and this is why S4 had his shape being malleable and in flux again, as he lacked his former conviction about who and what he was, and needed to refocus and reclaim that for himself. A temporary setback, a two steps forward one step back kinda thing.

But still an overall trend towards the positive, because even then when he suffered more confidence-rooted setbacks in Season 5, he’d still by that point solidified enough surety in his sense of self that this time, his shape never wavered, even though he lost some faith in himself due to his pack’s loss of confidence in him. But he never stopped being an Alpha, his eyes never flickered back to gold, his shape didn’t change as a werewolf, he didn’t become more monstrous or less human....but his Alpha CAPABILITIES took a hit, his strength and healing as a werewolf, thus weakening him and leaving him vulnerable to his asthma again and taking so long to heal in 5B. He knew who he was by then, he was still a True Alpha, he hadn’t lost faith in that, but he had taken a hit in terms of what that meant to him, what it said about what he was actually capable of strength wise....until he brought his pack back together and recemented and affirmed their bonds, doing what was in his perception his due diligence as the Alpha, what was expected of him as the True Alpha....and thus allowing him to return to his previous levels of strength and healing as he restabilized his assessment of what he was capable of and how successful he was or not at filling what he’d come to believe were the expectations and responsibilities that came with his True Alpha nature and role.

#princeescaluswords #oops I metaed again #*britney spears melody*

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bitchtricks · 6 years

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BELLATRIX LESTRANGE is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HER official job is as AN OBLIVIATOR. the TWENTY EIGHT year old PUREBLOOD is known to be ASSERTIVE and QUICK WITTED but also SADISTIC and HOT HEADED. some might label them as THE HELLFIRE. fc: olivia munn

PINTEREST BOARD: (x) PLAYLIST: (x)

ANTHEMS:

HELLFIRE - BARNS COURTNEY // CALL ME DEVIL - FRIENDS IN TOKYO // DANGEROUS - MISS LI // HORNS - BRYCE FOX // WILD FIRE - DOROTHY // EVIL WAYS - BLUES SARACENO // WICKED GAMES - THE HOT DAMNS.

BACKGROUND / FAMILY:

Bellatrix Black came crashing into the world on the night before Christmas Eve. She wasn’t due for another four weeks, so her birth was a mostly unwelcome surprise --- but she was also the first child of Cygnus and Druella to carry on the Black legacy, which was an honor. A necessity.

After her birth, her father never really hid his disappointment --- it was no secret that a daughter was not what he had hoped for. He was an old fashioned man, and had prayed for a strong son, to bring glory to the family name. Bellatrix, small in size and eerily quiet as a baby, was far from that.

She became strong fast, because she had to be. The tiny infant who could barely muster a scream seemed like a faint memory, and was soon replaced by a mean toddler.

As a child, Bella was vicious. Biting, clawing, screaming and cursing were things she picked up fast, and she’d terrorize the other kids at the playground ( with an almost scary aim for her muggle born / half blood peers ). But she never hurt her sisters, and instead came to protect them.

Once she reached the age of six, she calmed down a bit, and instead started following her father around ( and was lovingly referred to as his ‘little shadow’ ). Eager to prove herself, she learned everything that a son of Cygnus would have learnt. She was determined to show her father that being a girl would not stop her from becoming worthy of the Black throne, to carry his name with pride. Over the years of her childhood and adolescence, Bellatrix forged herself into the golden girl, a respectable heir in the making. Desperate to wear the crown.

Most of her childhood was characterized by harsh words, strict rules and high expectations. Her family’s reputation weighed heavy on her shoulders, constantly pressuring her to excel. Luckily, she shared her parents’ ambition and values, and had no problems conforming to their rule. Which also meant that she could get away with much else.

She was close with her sisters, and even as a young girl, she would have gone to war for the both of them. She still would, for Narcissa.

HOGWARTS YEARS.

Bellatrix had been duly prepped before arriving at Hogwarts. She was the first of their children to walk the halls, so it was important to both Druella and Cygnus that Bellatrix knew how to behave. Who to fraternize with. Who to avoid. Who was worthy of her time. Her parents had also made sure that she already had the appropriate friends --- and play dates with other pureblood kids were a common occurrence when Bellatrix was younger.

During her Hogwarts years, she kept out of trouble. For the most part. Her problems with impulse control and uncontrollable rage got her into some fights. She was also known for mocking ( and occasionally jinxing ) muggle born kids. But mostly she kept to her fellow Slytherins, biding her time.

Took the following electives while at Hogwarts: alchemy, care of magical creatures, study of ancient runes.

Was in the charms club, the potions club and the dueling club.

She was a beater for the Slytherin team during her time at the school, and was notorious for her cruel playing style and foul tricks. In her opinion, playing dirty was just part of the game though, so....

During her sixth year at the school, Bellatrix was recruited into the Death Eaters. With them, she found a second home.

AFTER HOGWARTS.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Bellatrix took a year off from her studies. The official reason was that she needed to “find herself”. Whatever the fuck that meant. Obviously, it was a lie to hide what she was really up to. In reality, Bellatrix was at Voldemort’s side, learning leglilimency and occlumency, all the while developing her dark magic and her shitty personality.

At the age of nineteen, Bellatrix found work as an obliviator. Though the choice had ultimately been hers to make, the dark lord was always whispering in her ear, encouraging her to infiltrate the ministry. The goal was to have sleeper agents of death eaters in every department once it was time to go to war. It also helped that becoming an oblivator just made sense --- fucking with the minds of muggles could already be counted as a hobby (albeit a twisted one), and she had always been good at taking things that didn’t belong to her... Memories would be no different.

At the age of twenty two, Bellatrix married Rodolophus Lestrange, and secured a worthy pureblood union for her legacy.

Among the Death Eaters, Bellatrix is in the inner circle. She considers herself the dark lord’s right hand, and prides herself on being his most loyal servant.

AS A PERSON.

Bellatrix is a fucking shit show. She is deranged, a little bit unhinged, impulsive, angry as hell, childish, ruthless, playful, arrogant and lethal ( and she barely has a moral compass to speak of ). But she’s also calculating, focused, quick on her feet, protective, fiercely loyal, assertive and intuitive. Bella often contradicts herself --- she has grown up believing that it’s best to be cold and devoid of emotions, but she’s a highly emotional person by nature. She tries to suppress that as best as she can, but she usually boils over pretty fast. Other emotions are usually translated into anger as well, so that’s fun. I think the best way to describe her is that she’s just fire, always burning cold.

Most people probably suspect that Bellatrix is a death eater, because she’s not exactly subtle about it. She won’t outright SAY it, but she enjoys a game of cat and mouse, and will heavily imply... stuff. Especially to the aurors, who are her favorite people to taunt.

Doesn’t have the most finesse. I like thinking of her as the Hammer™. Gets shit done, but not in the most Delicate or Intricate way. Intensely focused, and can control herself when needed, but she usually finds that it’s not.

STYLE / FASHION / APPEARANCE.

Bellatrix has jet black eyes ( resembling the pits of hell ) and the hair to match. It falls in messy curls over her shoulders, and she doesn’t bother with it ( and doesn’t cut it either tbh, so it’s very long ).

Usually wears dark red lipstick ( to hide her sins && match the blood of enemies ).

Dresses mostly in black. Has to wear clothes that can fit into the muggle world while at work ( since she is often out in the field, interacting with muggles ). While there, she wears a well worn leather jacket ( with shoulder pads, in true 70s style ), and wide, black pants.

Files her nails into long claws, and paints them black.

Is tall.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES.

jamie moriarty ( elementary ) - so diabolical. so clever. so manipulative. the voice. the plans. the lethality. the determination. the curiosity.

glory / glorificus ( btvs ) - the insanity. the instability. the arrogance. the violence. the childlike temper.

villanelle ( killing eve ) - the brutality. the psychopathy. the immaturity. the quips. the game of cat and mouse.

jennifer blake ( teen wolf ) - absolutely psychotic. the vindictiveness. always plotting. the ruthlessness. the righteousness. the ambition. never giving up.

klaus mikaelson ( tvd ) - the anger issues. the sadism. the coldness.

kilgrave ( jessica jones ) - the creativity. the multitude forms of torture. the brutality. the immaturity. the childlikeness. the sociopathy.

lilith ( supernatural ) - the childishness. the coldness. the playfulness.

drusilla ( btvs ) - the lunacy. the mind games. the viciousness. the erraticness.

cersei lannister ( got ) - the queen. the petty mindgames. the cruelty. the violence. the thirst for power.

helena ( orphan black ) - the fanatic. the determination. some of the mannerisms. the psychoticness.

faith lehane ( btvs ) - instability right below the surface. twists and turns. a little unhinged. easy to anger. likes violence.

mazikeen ( lucifer ) - the violence. the cruelty. the torture. the being a demon thing. the sadism. the confidence. the sarcasm. the class.

FAVORITE CHARACTER TROPES.

SLASHER SMILE - a smile in anticipation of pain or death // a cheshire cat grin.

THE DRAGON - a monster the hero has to get past to get at the big bad. the top enforcer.

TORTURE TECHNICIAN - takes the heroes and turn them into screaming, shinned shambles.

LADY MACBETH - frequently more crazy than her husband, quite the sociopath, in the business of turning men towards evil.

AX CRAZY - psychologically unstable, capable of extreme violence, known for insane laughter.

EVIL WEARS BLACK - duh.

THE BARONESS - a female baddie with a chilly disposition and more than a touch of the dominatrix about her.

WICKED CULTURED - evil is intellectual // basically an evil aristocrat.

THE CHESSMASTER - thinking three moves ahead at all times. manipulating, planning, plotting.

DADDY’S LITTLE VILLAIN - shares evil father’s ambitions and cruelty.

BERSERK BUTTON - always ready to fucking snap.

SOFT SPOKEN SADIST - occasionally. a monster who might describe just how horribly she's going to mangle you, while speaking in a voice that's anything but monstrous.

DARK ACTION GIRL - likes beating the hero to a bloody pulp. good at it too.

AMBITION IS EVIL - has grand plans. ends justify the means, always.

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The dirty Riverdale/Teen Wolf crossover no one asked for.

((First attempt at a crossover- I loved writing it, so lemme know what you think! Super raunchy and NSFW, for anyone who doesn’t follow my blog who comes across this ;3)) ((You can also find this on AO3 Here))

Stiles wouldn’t have had a problem staying in Beacon Hills while his dad was called out of state- but according to the older Stilinski getting away from the stress of the Supernatural would do him some good. Brighten his cheeks again (If only he knew how bright they got when he was with Derek...lord) After promises from Derek that he’d visit while they were stationed there, he’d less-reluctantly packed his bags, and traveled with his dad all the way to upstate New York. Riverdale, a small town, with a big mystery, that despite not wanting to be there intrigued Stiles to no end. Apparently their sheriff had been recommended to the Beacon Hills Police Department- now that Stiles’ dad knew about the supernatural, their rate of unsolved mysteries were lower than they’d ever been before. Sure a lot of it was cover ups, but it still looked good. Riverdale Sheriff, Sheriff Keller, welcomed them into his home with more or less open arms- not too happy to have to be deemed incapable of solving this murder on his own, but he and John hit it off well enough. Stiles and Kevin? Not so much.

With more than enough permission from Derek, Stiles’ insatiable need for sex was easily sated in Riverdale. He particularly liked the older, rougher men from the south side of town. Southside Serpents. Seedy men who loved to fuck him in groups, some of them never having had their asses eaten before, more than a little surprised when Stiles would suck on their balls, then slither (Ha) his tongue down to their hairy dirty puckers, and suck there too. Derek had come across Riverdale once or twice when he lived in the city and made it out to the woods for full moons- after getting more than a few raunchy videos from Stiles, he booked a ticket out for the end of the month. A promise to be used just like his bitch boyfriend by one of the more vocal men in the bar.

Maybe it’s because Kevin wasn’t as comfortable with sex, or he was jealous that he was reduced to fumbled hand jobs in cars late at night or tight balls from the cold when he hooked up out in the woods. Whatever his problem, he made it clear he didn’t like Stiles. But Stiles had met guys like him before. He was envious, angry more so at himself. For not giving in. Stiles was only too happy to help. Sneaking out one night when their dads had gone to bed after pulling a double, and smirking to himself when Kevin was waiting up for him when he got back. Hissed whisperings about treating their house with respect, not to slut it up all over town, bringing back god-knows- what. Stiles huffed, holding up a hand to stop the other boy mid-sentence, checking down the hall that both of their dads were still snoring in their rooms, before clearing the space between he and Kevin in a few long strides- watching as he held his breath, nose twitching at the scent of ass and cum on his face- and then he kissed him. Spitting out the last load of cum he’d had the pleasure of taking into Kevin’s mouth, and swirling their tongues together to share it. Reaching down with one hand to hitch their hips together, hard cocks sliding too perfectly. It was a mess of fumbling zippers, dry strokes, and spitting back and forth into each other’s mouths- two chaffed orgasms later, and they were in Kevin’s bed, playing scratch and sniff with each other’s holes, iris’ swallowed up by pupils- windows growing hot and steamy as they sloppily sucked around each other’s fingers, and slid them into one another. Licking around filthy digits to keep the slide wet, before sucking two more loads out of one another- Stiles teasing Kevin’s prostate for the first time, and massaging his taint as it twitched and he filled Stiles’ mouth with two swallows of cum- the second of which they shared lazily before falling asleep. Scrambling the next morning as their dads came knocking, wondering if Kevin knew where Stiles was, since he wasn’t in his room. Needless to say two things were set in stone by the end of breakfast- their slow acceptance of one another was to come to fruition over the next few days in front of their dads- and outside of their sight, Stiles and Kevin were two inseparable sluts.

Stiles’ first day at Riverdale High school was as uneventful as anyone’s first day at school was. He kept to Kevin’s side, made a note to give Betty Lydia’s number, and drifted. There were quite a few primo meat heads he wanted to get smothered by, but none of them could hold a flame to the fiery red headed stud who slid into the seat next to his own in Chem. A bit of his old insecurities flaring up as the other boy smiled, and extended a hand with his free hand- he was just so fucking pretty. “Archie Andrews, hey. You’re new right? Kevin told me to look out for you in my schedule. Hope it’s cool I sat.” Stiles had b ut a moment to curse Beacon Hills for not producing any memorable gingers, before smiling the way Scott liked to say it looked like /he/ was the wolf, and Derek told him it made his cock drip. Reeling it back a bit when he realized this was the first introduction. Wouldn’t do him any good to scare him off. “Stiles, yeah. Cool to meet you.” Shaking hands, and turning to their work as class started, Stiles nibbled on his lip nervously as he tried not to stare to intently at Archie. What the fuck kind of name was Archie anyways? Adorable. That’s what. Stiles wanted to eat him. They parted ways for their next class too soon for Stiles’ liking, but they’d meet once again at lunch. Stiles practically swooning when he approached with Kevin, and Archie was strumming a guitar. In a fucking Letterman Jacket. “So he plays football. And guitar.” He stated as though it weren’t obvious, and Kevin sighed dramatically. “And he’s straight.” Stiles couldn’t hold back a snort, pulling out his pone to scroll through his collection of pictures of the pack. Handing it off to Kevin, and hiding his snort around a cough as the boy choked. “Lots of ‘straight’ guys back home too.” Stiles winked, laughing as he took his seat and Kevin started zooming aggressively. “Haven’t seen you like that since Moose first propositioned you.” Archie laughed, and Kevin blushed- Stiles just holding his hands up like he was being left out. “Oh, Moose. Big-“ “Oh! Oh, okay yeah…yeah.” Coughing again to hide his own flaming cheeks, Stiles nodded and made a motion with his hands to show he understood. “Thank god for Moose.” He said around his soda, reaching across the table to shuffle through some of Archie’s sheet music carefully. “Not a lot of guys around to here to help Kevin have a good time.” He said without looking up, not missing the way Archie’s eyes shot up to try and catch his, before falling back to his guitar. Kevin pressing an insistent hand to the small of Stiles’ back. Warning. Don’t push. But he knew, he wasn’t an idiot. “There was a bar that got shut down in LA a couple years back? My mom and dad used to go there when they were in college, so he wanted to snag a few of the trinkets on the walls. I got my hands on some really old sheets of music, a little wear and tear, but vintage- they’ve just been in a folder under my desk since then. Wanna take ‘em off my hands.” He asked, palms getting a little sweaty at the way Archie smiled. “Hell yeah! Got any idea what kinda music?” “I scanned them all online at some point, I’ll bring you a drive with them on it tomorrow, and have a friend send them out next-day if you want the physicals.” Stiles assured him, winking at Kevin when Archie finally turned back to his guitar with a ‘thanks’. Pulling the other boy close when the bell rang, and Archie hurried off to his practice. “Archie is incredible, but god do I want to taste that. Don’t act like you don’t want in. Lemme work some old Stilinski family charm on him, get in his head.” “Just don’t push him to a psychotic break, I couldn’t bear not hearing that boy never sing again.” Kevin said, slinging an arm around Stiles’ shoulder, before nodding. “You’re kind of evil. " He added simply, and Stiles nodded. “I’m the thin line between demonic possession, and erotic self-expression.” “I...I don’t know what to say to that.” “It’s fine, no one ever does. Kind of an inside joke. Lets just get to class.”

It took a whole hell of a lot of consulting with the pack, since they were all basically sexual deviants, and Stiles hadn’t had to deal with a real ‘straight’ all American beefcake before. Not that Archie was blind to all of his silent advances. Eye contact with the sucking of various things-pens, lollipops, popsicles- the quiet praise over practices, and cologne, and music- guy things. Stroking the ego. After a few weeks in town, when they were more than little friendly, he stepped it up a notch. Close to dropping to his knees after giving Archie the typical ‘bro’ hug after a game, the cheers of the crowd drowning out his words to everyone but Archie, as he pulled back- an inch or so away from the boy, and licked his lips. “You smell hot Andrews.” He laughed it off, but he didn’t miss the way his eyes had tracked his tongue, the way the flush on his cheeks deepen and spread down his neck, below and his pads. Stiles had to be peeled away by Kevin. The two of them taking his dads truck out to the boonies and fucking like rabbits all night. Both of them crying out Archie’s name when they painted each other’s faces with cum.

A hitch in his plan came in the form of a dirty jock, and a sweaty tank top. Isn’t that how it always is? …Probably not, but whatever. Scott had sent out the sheets of music he promised Archie almost a month before, but problems with the package had kept it held until then. He and Kevin had gone over to the other boys house to drop them off, not hesitating when they were invited in. Archie seemed almost nervous as he looked over his shoulder at them as he lead them upstairs to his room. Stiles wasn’t entirely sure why, until he and Kevin tore their eyes away from Archie’s plump as to look at one another- surprising each other by the intensity of their gazes. Archie probably felt like he was being hunted. God that was hot. Stiles didn’t have many moments of feeling powerful- it wasn’t when you were surrounded by werewolves, but this? Seducing another human, it made his skin hot, and his lips tug into the tiniest smirk, as he leaned forward and drug his nose along the seat of Archie’s jeans. Tripping up and pressing further on purpose, squawking as he did so, flailing a bit to play it up- Archie and Kevin both hurrying to catch him before he smashed his face into the upstairs landing. Thanking them, he flushed purposefully, before pressing a rough kiss to Kevin’s lips, and hissing about the scent of Archie’s ass as they dropped back for a second when Archie turned into his room. Despite wanting to wreck him within an inch of his life, Stiles also found it odd he could so easily be Archie’s friend. He was kind, adorably, tooth achingly sweet even. With the voice of an angel, and the body to match. Derek rarely turned all jelly legged and bumbling for anyone but Stiles, and under very specific circumstances, but Archie was going to drive him crazy when they met. Archie was practicing and playing the new music for them, but Stiles tiny bladder was getting the better of him, and he excused himself halfway through a song to head to the bathroom. Pissing and washing his hands, almost out the door before something in the mirror caught his eye. His head thumping quietly against the door when he realized what it was. So much for keeping it cool. Hanging on one of the linen closet doors was a jockstrap. A dirty jockstrap. A dirty jockstrap Stiles would bet money on had been used for at least a week of practices. In his haste to get back to his friends, he hadn’t focused in on the scent of ripe jock balls and cock that was filling up the room. Shutting the door quietly, he kicked off his jeans and underwear, reaching forward to scoop up Archie’s jock- pressing it to his face- sniffing tentatively at first, and then snorting like a damn crack whore- cock hard and spitting, the slide of his hand on his shaft making sloppy guppy noises from all the pre. He was huffing on Archie Andrews cock and ball musk, and he was going to cum in a good thirty seconds. A knock on the door, quiet, had Stiles nearly sliding off the toilet as he jerked around- calling out weakly that he was still in there, scrunching his brows up when he saw the shadow of feet under the door slide from left to right a few times. Kevin then? Even better, really. Stiles loved sharing. They’d need to be quick, and quiet, and Stiles whispered as much to Kevin when he let him into the bathroom- the boys eyes wide as he looked him up and down, before zeroing in on the jockstrap in his fist, jaw practically hitting the floor. Grunting at the effort it took to get Kevin’s belt and painted on jeans down around his thighs, Stiles pressed the jock between their faces as they kissed- both of them breathing in the aphrodisiac that was Archie Andrews. Kevin noticed the tank, and while Stiles wasn’t the biggest pit man, he could appreciate the sweat and scent of what poured from those fiery underarms, so he rubbed the jock along Kevin’s cock- the rough fabric scraping almost too roughly against his sensitive cock head as he breathed in the pit stains of Archie’s undershirt, balls tightening up just as Stiles saw another pair of shadowed feet under the door. Bare, shuffling as to keep quiet, then the shadow of Archie’s upper body. Stiles shouldn’t have, he could have been blowing everything, but he couldn’t help himself. “Fuck, Archie smells so good.” He moaned, just loud enough for the boy to hear outside- his shadow stilling, almost like it was painted there, and Stiles cursed, and came- coating Kevin’s cock, and the jock, Kevin following seconds after- an almost scared looking taking over when he realized what they’d done, and Stiles simply smiled. Bringing the soaked jock up to lick at, Kevin getting with the program with a uttered ‘nasty slut’ as they cleaned away their mess, and dressed. Stiles taking it one step further by putting the shirt and jock back as they’d been, only on the opposite cabinet door. Archie would know. If he didn’t quite understand what they’d been doing, now he would. Kevin didn’t know Archie had overheard them, Archie was under the impression he’d done some Grade A peeping, and Stiles was a terrific liar, so the afternoon wasn’t awkward after that. Only when Archie went to show them out, and he squeezed past Stiles, did his nose scrunch up, their eyes meeting and Archie’s brow rising as he visibly sniffed at Stiles’ face. “Kevin makes great cupcakes; I probably still have icing on my face.” Was all Stiles offered, slipping past Archie with a brush of their hands- calling up to him that they’d see him at school, and he hoped he’d enjoy the rest of the music.

The next few days were a bit Awkward, not uncomfortably so, but the tension between them and Archie was more than palpable. It took about a week for Archie to start coming around to their conversation again, and one more to be his happy, bubbly little self again. Stiles was happy he hadn’t ruined all their chances, any lingering ideas about that out the window when Archie cornered them on Friday, and asked if they’d help clear out his garage, and maybe paint. Stiles wasn’t one for manual labor, but he’d do anything for Archie at that point. Literally. Derek was coming in a week, so that meant he either confronted Archie with Kevin some point before then, or not at all. So this seemed the perfect opportunity. Stiles didn’t dress as nice as Kevin, both because he lacked the funds, and the fashion sense. Plus he didn’t care too, but he did like to look sexy when the time called for it, so he was happy he’d packed some of his more revealing things when they’d come down. Short board shorts, and a plain blue and yellow shirtless workout T he’d snagged from the boys locker room. What he’d been doing in there was no one’s business. Kevin dressed down similarly, and Stiles appreciated the view as he lead the way to Archie’s house- both of them regretting their decision to go without underwear when they rounded the boys house, and saw what he’d chosen to wear.

Or chosen not to wear was better. Nothing but a pair of short cotton work out shorts, light green in color that contrasted coolly against Archie’s pale skin. Pale skin not unlike Stiles’ own, though Archie may have ad him beat on the freckles and moles. All shiny and glistening with sweat. Stiles wanted to kiss each and every one of them, and if the tent in Kevin’s short was any indication, he was on the same track. Ducking down quickly to grab some boxes to conceal themselves for the time being, they called out their greetings, and got to work. It was one of the warmer days in the weeks before summer finally turned over to fall, so they were all sweating a few hours in. Archie more so then Stiles and Kevin both, and it wasn’t long before he had a ring of sweat at the top of his shorts, pooling from his back- a nice thick patch of sweat between the cheeks of his ass, and Stiles was going to die. He and Kevin had debated quietly whether or not they should sneak inside and jerk off as quickly as they could, but they were sadists apparently, and the Andrews tease was too great. And that’s exactly what it was. A tease. Stiles wasn’t sure about it at first, but when Archie had gotten on a ladder to reach some high shelves- muscles straining as he pulled down cans of paint, he’d seen the strap of his jockstrap. He couldn’t be sure about another suspicion until he’d dropped to re-lace his shoes when Archie had come down, but the whiff of musk he caught as Archie carried the cans outside was unmistakable. He was wearing that same nasty jock from the bathroom. That fucking ginger demon. Archie even had the audacity to smile at Stiles like he was being perceived as the angel he, usually, was. Stiles would’ve admitted being wrong as the day carried on, but when the sun had just started to fall behind the houses across the street, and the garage was clear, the outside covered in a fresh layer of paint, he knew Archie was fucking with them. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it at first, but he guessed he’d been doing the same to the other boy, so whether or not he knew how hard he was teasing didn’t matter. Stiles was going to do something about it. As the garage door shut, Stiles and Kevin crashed together on the small couch in the garage, making room for Archie when he came to sit- Stiles immediately moving his head into his lap, watching him tense with a huff. “You reek.” He said with a tug at the waist band of the boys shorts, Kevin giving an affirmative thumbs up as he checked his phone. “Should’ve got a whiff when I was working construction this summer with my dad. He said I would’ve curdled milk with my pits.” Archie chuckled, extending both arms over the back of the sofa, Stiles gaze immediately sliding from his face, to the dark patches of sweaty red hair. He could already smell them. “You’re missing out on a lucrative money making venture by not selling your used gear.” No going back now. Archie stilled, lifting one perfectly thick brow up under his sweaty fringe of hair, as Kevin looked between the two of them, Adams apple bobbing nervously. “What do you mean?” “Don’t act like you don’t know.” Stiles flicked a hand up at him dismissively. “Used shit, like your underwear? Tank tops, undershirts, jockstraps, cups, socks...” Reaching down to run a hand over the boys ankle, picking at the rim of his sock, stuffed inside his beat up chucks that he could smell when he brought his hand back up. “Some of my friends back home do it all the time, it’s great cash. Men love all American beef stink. Can’t say I blame them.” Pressing one hand into Archie’s side, Stiles pressed his nose along his waist, squinting at Archie when he tried to push him away. “Whoa, dude-“ ‘Stiles, maybe don’t-“ “He’s wearing the same jockstrap.” Stiles muttered, licking his lips as they twitched into a smile, Kevin staring confused for a second, before he shot a knowing look at Archie. Archie who was the definition of a deer caught in the headlights. “Didn’t think I’d say anything? Or what? Wouldn’t care? I saw you outside the bathroom, Andrews; you know what we were doing. Question is, are you gonna let us get at it from the source, or what? “ He hadn’t told Kevin about Archie having been outside the bathroom door, but if he cared, he didn’t show it. He just looked nervous- hand shaking as it played with the hem of his shorts, right near his cock. His hard cock. Sliding down from the couch, wincing at the concrete floors against his knees, Stiles gripped both of Archie’s knees- spreading them with little resistance, and sliding his open palms up against his thighs. Creamy white, and covered in as many moles and freckles as his back. Stiles never dropped eye contact, instead motioning Kevin to follow his lead, and making room for him in front of Archie. The same look of nerves flashed across his face as it did that day on the staircase. Only now was totally different. Whether he knew it or not, Stiles and Kevin were giving Archie control. Since he didn’t know what to do with it, they showed him. “I’ve wanted to taste you since you introduced yourself, fuck.” Stiles growled, kissing his way u the inside of the boys thighs, Kevin helping him kick off his shoes- Archie, always the gentlemen, going to apologize, when Stiles shushed him. “First thing to understand about sluts like us? The filthier the better. Leave me one of his feet Kevin, I wanna smell how sour they.” Odding as he pressed his nose into the wiggling toes of one of his feet, Kevin moaned- giving Stiles a weak thumbs up when the other boy tugged Kevin’s shorts below his balls. Pretty uncut cock bobbing and already leaking into the humid air of the garage. Archie’s feet already permeating the air, as Stiles continued upwards- slipping his fingers into Archie’s leg holes and massaging his upper thighs- watching his abs quiver as he finally pressed his nose into the growing mound of is bulge. “Jesus Christ Archie.” He whined, voice cracking as he sniffed along the outline of the others hardening cock, glancing back briefly when Archie’s eyes fluttered closed, to see Kevin taking his toes into his mouth- gripping the base of his cock with his free hand, like he was about to shoot off if he didn’t. Stiles understood the feeling all too well. Massaging and sniffing and licking at Archie through the fabric of his jock and shorts was fun, sexy even, but Stiles was done taking things slow. Archie was hard when he shifted him to pull his shorts down, his cock flopping out of his jock and slapping against his hard stomach- smearing pre into his fiery happy tail, and Stiles bit his lip hard enough to draw blood- leaving the garments at Archie’s knees, as he pressed his nose right at the seam of his nutsack. Big and uneven, jumping as he mouthed and sucked one of them into his mouth reaching up to grip Archie’s cock and shake it at him, smirking around his mouthful as Archie groaned, settling his hands back on the back of the sofa, and giving in. “My balls reek.” He grumbled, almost high, as he looked back down, pupils wide as he watched Stiles nod- suck more enthusiastically, and run his tongue just below Archie’s sack of his furry taint. The taste tangy and the sweat their making it so slipper. As much as he wanted to taste his ass, that could wait. Popping off Archie’s balls with an audible pop, Stiles slid up to his cock- slapping it against his cheeks, and lips- smearing them like lipstick with the head of Archie’s cock, laughing under his breath as he choked. “Never had anyone want your cock this bad, Andrews?” Stiles was teasing now, kitten licking the head, before sliding it past his lips, and suctioning hard, Sucking on the head of Archie’s cock like a lollipop, the smell of his sadly trimmed bush assaulting his nose the further down he went, until his nose was buried in what bush of pubes Archie had- swallowing around his cock, throat constricting around the boys length, drawing curses from his beautifully bitten lips. Pink and plump like he couldn’t stop nibbling on them. Kevin watched from behind, reaching forward long enough to tear Stiles’ shorts down- smacking his plump little ass playfully, lifting Archie’s foot back up to smear the stink of it all over his face- knowing he’d smell it in his pores for days. Taste them on his breath all night. Had Stiles come along sooner, he could’ve been doing this forever. Glancing up at the boys pits, he made a note to get a sniff later- for now though, he took Archie’s free foot and pressed it against his cock- not taking it personally when he didn’t move it. He was a bit preoccupied with Stiles swallowing the impressive length of his cock without gagging. Archie had to be at least seven, at most nine- kind of hard to tell when Stiles had it in his throat- an impressive feat. Kevin was only slightly jealous. Humping his own cock against Archie’s smelly socked foot, hunching forward and sucking his big toe when his toes curled against Kevin’s cock head- his orgasm too close for his liking, but he knew he’d cum again if he did, so he wasn’t too worried. “You’re feet fucking reek Archie, don’t you ever change your cocks?” Kevin mumbled around his mouthful, licking from heel to the tip of Archie’s big toe, cock pressed too tight and too right against the arch of the other foot. “He’s a nasty boy and he knows it. Right Archie?” Stiles asked, challenging as he pulled off of the boys cock and stroked it slowly- slapping the head against his tongue, waiting. Archie tried to compose himself, gulping audibly, sweat dripping from his hair onto his chest. “Nasty for sluts like you. Fucking pigs.” His voice was shaky, but Stiles didn’t care- his cock jumped, pressing against the leather of the couch as he swallowed back down around Archie’s cock- picking up speed as he kneaded the balls below, keeping them pulled down and away from tightening up. He wanted Archie to cum all over h and Kevin, so edging him up was the best route. Whining when he was suddenly pulled form Archie’s dick, Stiles raised a questioning brow, mimicking Archie when the boy opened his mouth- Stiles’ eyes going wide when Archie spit into his mouth, before shoving him back down roughly, cock fucking so fast into his throat he started to tear up. Cock so close to bursting it wasn’t even funny. “Like that? Nasty bitch.” Archie groaned, lifting his sweaty as up off the couch to pound into Stiles’ throat, only pulling him off when it looked like he was going to pass out- Stiles coughing and sucking in air when he was able to, before diving down to lick up all his spit from Archie’s cock. “Again, Archie ordered, and Stiles knew what he meant- opening his mouth up at him, and taking his pit- going back down on his cock like a champ, as Kevin came across Archie’s socked foot for the first time- grinding through his orgasm, watching the scene in front of him with glossed eyes. “I wanna suck his cock now.” Kevin gasped, still sniffing between Archie’s toes, as Stiles pulled back, and nodded. “I wanna taste his funky ass.” Blushing, Archie hesitantly reached down between his legs- running two fingers over his hole and up his crack, before bringing them up to whiff like he’d done it before. Nose scrunching up, he held them out to them. “Be my guess if the smell doesn’t kill you...I’ve never..had my hole licked before.” God Stiles was going to die tonight. Pulling back, Stiles stood, kicking off his own shoes and shorts, Kevin following his lead, as they helped Archie out of his shorts and his last sock- Stiles sucking out Kevin’s cum and huffing on the funk for a few seconds, before tossing it aside, and telling Archie to get on his hands and knees. “No funny business.” He muttered, flushing as he eyed he and Kevin’s cocks, and Stiles smirked. “Don’t worry big boy, not in the cards for you tonight. But I’ll get you there.” Archie rolled his eyes as Stiles laughed, holding Kevin back, and shuffling through a few empty boxes for a blanket to put down, so their knees wouldn’t be too fucked after they were done. “Arch your back.” Stiles instructed, laying a hand over Archie’s spine and pressing down, smacking one of his cheeks, and watching it turn red as the bubbled globes parted. The ring of fire around Archie’s hole was oh so tempting, the scent of it pure teen raunch at its finest, but Stiles held back, despite practically drooling as Archie popped his ass up and down- large cock and balls swinging between his legs as he did so. Positioning Kevin comfortably under Archie- the boys feet crossed at the ankles over Kevin’s chest, Stiles tugged on his nuts, and pointed Archie’s cock at Kevin’s pursed lips- the red head taking the lead and fuck into the tight circle of wet with a moan, head down between his shoulders as he watched Kevin with a smile and winked. “Gonna do this for me when Stiles leaves?” He asked, chuckling as Kevin nodded around his mouthful, reaching his arms around to intertwine his fingers at the small of Archie’s back, pushing him down to fuck into his mouth like he’d done Stiles. Stiles was already sniffing along Archie’s heated crack, slick with sweat from his football practice, and their long day or work. Archie fucking stunk, there was no way around it. His ass smelled like an ass, a funky teen jock trench, and Stiles was in love. On top of everything else, Derek was going to be putty in Archie’s hands when they met. He’d probably even bend over and let Archie stuff his tight wolf hole dry. Fill him with cum, then scoop it out to taste it. That dirty fucker. Cupping Archie’s feet together to slide his cock into the tight channel between them, Stiles finally spread the boys cheeks- watching his bright pink hole wink and tighten, the sight something Stiles would remember till the day he died. Fuzzy red hair almost too light to see covering his cheeks, but inside was like a forest fire. Dark and red, slicked back away from his hole with sweat. Stiles pressed his nose into Archie’s hole and sniffed, smirking at the muttered ‘Fuck, that’s gross’ from in front of him. “You’re the one who’s letting me eat out your dirty ass.” Stiles reminded him, flicking his tongue out against the sensitive fluttering rim, laughing out loud when Archie tensed and slid forward-before falling back on Stiles’ tongue. Fucking deep into Kevin’s throat and grinding into the constricting heat as Stiles licked around his hole, before slipping his tongue against an in each of the folds of his pucker. Tasting every ounce of sweat that had passed over it, and finally spreading him wide with both hands to start digging his tongue inside. The red heat of his hole gripping down on Stiles tongue like a vice, as he fucked with short quick thrust into Archie’s smelly feet. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Archie moaned, crying out when Stiles reached down- Archie’s cheeks closing around his face, leaving him tasting and smelling nothing but his ass- to grip his sac and tug down, his other hand squeezing the base of his cock roughly as Kevin slid off just far enough to suck on only the head of Archie’s cock. Nursing there, moaning around the flood of pre that hit his tongue. “You fucking dick.” Archie sighed, making a noise somewhere between a laugh and a huff as he ground his ass back against Stiles’ tongue- reaching back with one hand to slide his fingers through Stiles’ hair- holding him tight, and mashing him impossibly deeper into his ass. “Eat that fucking hole, Stilinski. You like nasty jock hole? Like how it smells tastes? Fucking slut, Christ.” Gyrating his hips, winking against Stiles’ hole, his breath came in short bursts as he looked back- only able to see the top of Stiles’ head buried in his ass. “Jughead has got a wicked ass, I’ve got whiffs of it when we’re hanging out- farts like there’s no tomorrow too. But you like that, don’t you? Farts?” He pulled Stiles back far enough to see him nodding furiously. “Fuck yes!” “God you’re nasty!” Archie practically shouted, shoving Stiles back against his hole, and loosening up enough that Stiles slid his thumb in with nothing but some spit- parting Archie’s hole open to dig his tongue deeper into the dirty pink insides- Archie arching (Ha) his back even further, sweat pooling on his belly, and sliding down his cock and making a mess of Kevin’s mouth. When he clenched his toes against Stiles’ balls, he came- grunting into Archie’s ass and cumming across Archie’s soles and toes- pulling back away from his ass to drop on all fours himself and lick it up. Tasting between each of his sour funky toes, a mix of foot funk and musky cum. Pulling his cock out of Kevin’s mouth, and stretching out, Archie grinned-swiping his hair out of his face and flinging the sweat from it off to the side. “I wanna cum. Make me cum.” Was all he said, and both Stiles and Kevin scrambled into new positions. Stiles working Archie’s cock with a tight grip and fast strokes, mouthing at his balls as Kevin finally indulged in sniffing and licking out each of Archie’s pits. Whining at the gentle, sure hand behind his head pressing him deeper into the dense smelly hair. When he’d gotten is fill, he dropped to his knees, Archie watching them intently as they each took one side of his cock, and met at the base, kissing and sliding their mouths from base to tip, before alternating between ends, and his balls. Stiles’ wet fingers still massaging his hole, and Archie didn’t stand a chance. “Fuck, open up, take it.” He grunted, face red as he took his wet cock and stripped it fast, head thrown back when his balls tightened up, and he gushed. Cumming all over both Kevin and Stiles, hitting their chests first, then their faces. Stiles’ forehead and hair, and chin- Kevin’s eyes and lips and nose. Swatting Archie’s hands away to milk him for every last drop, nearly fighting over his now softening, sensitive cock. Archie shivered and it was his turn to whine, trying to get them off, but they weren’t having it. Stiles’ gripping Archie’s hands tight while Kevin sucked on his cock, flicking his tongue across the head as Archie cried out, a spurt of piss leaving his cock, as Kevin groaned and swallowed it down. “S-Stop! Stop, please, have mercy guys.” He whined, and Stiles pulled Kevin back, licking across his face to clean him up as Archie stumbled back and crashed onto the sofa- watching with a smile as Stiles and Kevin licked each other clean like animals- before making out, Stiles tasting the piss on Kevin’s tongue and angry that he hadn’t let him suck it all out of Archie. Archie who had slid down on the sofa to lie down, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. “I’m not gay.” He muttered when Stiles and Kevin slid in on either side of him- Kevin holding him against his chest, as Archie did the same for Stiles- always a sucker for cuddling, ever since he’d been little. “It doesn’t even sound you like believe that.” Stiles muttered, testing the very statement by pressing a kiss to Archie’s lips- the red head hesitating for only a moment, before giving in, even tasting Stiles’ tongue with his own. “God, I can taste my ass….that shouldn’t be hot, why is that hot?” He laughed, kissing Stiles more roughly, before turning to give Kevin the same attention. “Welcome to the world of…whatever the fuck it is we’re into, Archie Andrews. Welcome.”

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