look. i'm sorry. really sorry for not just letting this die. but it bugs me. so suffer i guess.
If I saw a canonically trans character and said "well I prefer to write them as cis" people would be pissed at me, for good reason.
If I saw a canonical trans woman/man character and wrote them as a demigirl/boy and said "while the show just says she/he's trans, not that she/he's a trans woman/man" people would be pissed at me, also for good reason.
If a character was directly implied to be trans, and the creator confirmed later that they were meant to be trans, and I went "well it wasn't said explicitly in the show so it's not canon," people would be pissed at me, for good reason.
If the majority of a fandom did those things, we could collectively agree that the fandom is really transphobic.
You can sub this out for any queer identity with mainstream representation, and probably non-queer identities too.
So why is it considered acceptable to do these things to aspec characters?
Why are ships contrary to aspec identities the only ships against a character's canon queer identity that get popular?
Why are aspec people the only ones that get consistent ship discourse over our real identities?
Why are aspec people the only ones asked to sit back and take it?
Why is it on aspec people to not ruin allo people's fun in fandom, but allo people are allowed to ruin ours?
(The answer to all of the above is: aspec identities are viewed by other queer people as functionally straight and are treated as such)
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hey hey love! it would be super cool if you wanted to bless us mere peasants with some angsty stiles? i was thinking like you guys get in a fight and after it's over he like.... desperately needs to make up for it. i love you doll!!!!
MAKE UP OR BREAK UP
a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic
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synopsis - problems are consistent throughout your relationship with stiles. what happens when you hit your breaking point.. and he wants to make it up to you?
CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, oral intercourse [f!recieving], slightly toxic stiles, completely out of character lydia )
lav speaks.. hii lovey! i hope you enjoy this, i really wish i wrote more angst but i’m hoping to make a part 2 soon ;)
lydia.
it has always been stiles pining over lydia, until of course you showed up in the picture. you knew about stiles obsession, and how it stopped after you two got together. learning that lydia had feelings for him had bothered you since the beginning, but what could you do about it.
the touching, the flirting, but most importantly the looks. it was never stiles, always lydia. since you and stiles were more of a lowkey couple, she hadn’t known much about your relationship. only thinking it was a fling, that it would never last, she wanted to shoot her shot.
after a lacrosse game, you headed over to stiles, but lydia beat you there. placing her hand on his arm, she was gazing up at him with a seductive look. you heard the whispers of congratulation, and the way she praised your boyfriend.
it angered something in you.
slowly approaching them on the field, stiles noticed you right away. he turned away from lydia, and walked the distance to close the gap between you guys. he placed his helmet, and stick on the turf in a quick movement. a light smile brushed his face, then quickly was removed when seeing your expression.
“baby, what’s wrong?”, stiles spoke softly, placing his sweaty palm upon your cheek. you shunned your head away, practically giving him the silent treatment. your relationship was healthy, except for the way stiles dealt with lydia; or the lack of how he pushed her away.
tears welled up in your eyes, “stiles, i just can’t do this anymore.” as soon as you spoke those words, droplets fell onto your head. it started to rain, and everyone else started to leave. you wanted to stay, wanted to get an explanation, an answer.
the rain came down as fast as it possibly could, mixing the tears and precipitation together down your cheeks. stiles was in awe; not knowing what to possibly say to that. he took a step forward, you took one back.
“is this about lydia?”, he questioned. “of course it’s about lydia”, you scoffed in response. his response was out of the ordinary, “i don’t get why you have such a problem with it. lydia and i have been friends for years.”
“sti — you know it’s not like that. it’s the way she looks at you, the way she flirts with you.”
he practically laughed right at you, “you’re kidding right? she doesn’t like me like that.” you laughed back at him, not understanding his point of view. “stiles, she obviously does, how can you not see it?”.
you were getting soaking wet, the rain was making you way too cold. stiles looked beautiful in it, but you couldn’t focus on that fact when he wouldn’t understand your feelings.
stiles stood there, no response, thinking of something to say. it was like he was in slight shock, but slightly happy about it. feelings that lingered for years just don’t go away once you meet someone new.
“yeah, i’m just gonna head inside if you’re not gonna say anything. i’m tired of you defending her like she’s your girlfriend. reality check, i’m your girlfriend, not her stiles.”
you take a step away from stiles, making your way across the field. you felt his presence stay in the exact same place without having to even look back. you headed through the rain, no jacket, no boyfriend with you, and going into the dimly lit school.
heading to the locker room, you went to stiles locker to grab your spare jacket. you couldn’t handle the rain anymore as it was beating down too hard, and you didn’t have a ride home. the least you should have is your jacket.
nobody else was in the large locker room, completely vacant but yourself. when you heard the door open, you immediately knew it was stiles. “y/n, are you in here?”, he asked. your breathing fell silent as you saw him round the corner, and his face slightly contort as he saw you by his locker.
“why are you at my locker?”, he asked in a semi-harsh tone. “oh don’t you worry sti — i’m grabbing my jacket to walk home.” stiles face went from a type of anger, to compassion. “what do you mean walking home? i thought i’m taking you home.”
you laughed, turning to face stiles, gym shoes squeaking from your position. “really, you think i’m grabbing a ride with you? i’m okay. go take lydia home”, you giggled. within a snap, stiles headed from the other side of the room towards you, and placed his wet lips onto yours.
you gasped in surprise, not expecting stiles to kiss you. he reluctantly pulled back, “what don’t you get? i want you, not lydia.” stiles hand caressed your cheek, pulling your chin up to face his eyes.
the silence in the room was deadly, but so was the lust. you felt yourself ache for him, especially after he confessed to only wanting you. it wasn’t unlike stiles to profess his love, but each time it got you more turned on. he turned your head to the side forcefully, and proceeded to place kisses on the surrounding area.
between each kiss he groaned, “let me make it up to you baby, let me prove it to you.” quickly nodding, stiles took that as a sign to make hickies down your neckline. sucking, and slightly biting down, he caused you to moan out in pleasure.
you felt his smirk through his lips on your skin. each kiss on your body was passionate, and filled with a sort of energy. stiles motioned for you to life up your arms, as you did he lifted your shirt above your head. giggling, you went in to kiss stiles, but he pushed you back against the locker once again.
“baby — i said let me make it up to you. i want to make you feel good.”
you practically came in your pants from his tone and mix of words. you tugged at the hem of his jersey, slowly pulling it off to show his glistening wet body. running your fingers across his torso, he smirked at your expression. he tugged off his own lacrosse shorts, only to be left in his tight boxers. a visible imprint was seen, completely covered but revealing to the imagination.
in response, you grabbed the waistband of your shorts, and slowly pulled them down in a seductive way. you heard stiles whine at your action, proving his loyalty to you. bra and panties, that’s all you were left in.
“let me just remove this, and take this to the shower”, stiles smirked while taking off your bra and panties, plus pointing from himself to you. “sti –”, you protested as his boxers weren’t pulled down yet. he took that as a sign to remove them, discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the bench.
without waiting for him, you headed to the private part of the showers. turning on the water, you placed it on a hot setting, just enough for the locker room to get steamy. stiles made his way towards you, eyeing you up and down as he did. “mm’ you look so good”, he groaned, lacing his fingers in the back of your hair and pulling you closer.
interlocking lips, stiles was rough. he wanted to fuck you to prove his loyalty, and especially his attraction. his tongue made his way into your mouth, just as his hand made it’s way to cup your ass. you gasped, giving him easy access to your mouth.
he kneaded his fingers into your soft skin, placing rubs up and down your back. without ever staying apart, stiles led you to the bench in the shower. he sat you down, and went down onto his knees. just him in that position made you even more wet. he was all ready just for you.
“i’m gonna show you how much i need you baby”, he spoke in a hush. before you could reply, he spread your legs apart and slowly licked a stripe up your folds. a shiver was occurring in you as he began to suck slowly on your clit.
immediately, your fingers locked in his hair. pulling and tugging as hard as you wanted made him whimper into the depths of the act. the vibrations caused your legs to begin to shake. “sti – this feels so good.”
without a verbal response, stiles moaned. you knew he enjoyed it just as much; if not more than you did. he was vocal to say the least, lapping and sucking at your soaking cunt. with each movement, bliss fell into your lap.
the stimulation was always too much with him, his tongue worked too many wonders. without an ask, he placed a single digit into you, slowly pulsing it in and out.
a gasp left your wet lips, not expecting him to go even further than he already had. that urged him to placed another finger into your heat, making a sloppy sound fueling him to the max. 2 of his fingers, deep inside you, filling you to the brim was enough for tears to stain your cheeks once again.
the mixture of him sucking, plus the deep penetration was magic. “i can’t take it anymore, i’m gonna come”, you spilled in a whine. stiles sped up his motions, causing your body to tense. your chest began to rise, and fall in a timely manner. his doe eyes looked up at you, causing the pit in your stomach to finally break.
juices spilt out of you quickly into his mouth, and all over the surrounding parts of his face. he lapped up your release to the best of his ability, trying not to leave any to waste. “you did so good princess”, stiles smirked, slowly licking the juices off his lips.
your legs closed from habit, but stiles opened them once again. “aha’ i’m not done yet”, he whispered getting closer to your face. “stiles, i don’t think i can take anymore.” the harsh reality hit you.
“well, i’m not done making it up to you just yet.”
— ᡣ𐭩 LAV
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Absolutely in love with Dot and Bubble because 15 echoes so much of 9 in this episode. "We're here to save you" and "we can save you all" and "if you just come with me, I can save you all" (I'm paraphrasing ofc)
He has the benevolence of 9. But he hasn't got much control over the person he regenerated into. We haven't seen this much kindness in ANY regeneration since 9.
12 was great, yes, but it's just one of those je ne sais quoi moments with 15 that makes me draw this parallel.
He has all the reasons to simply turn his back and let them suffer the fate they deserve, but he doesn't. He begs and grovels. Just so he can save people who look down on him in the worst possible way.
Most people in the situation would consider that to be beneath them. But the doctor doesn't. He should. He should ideally leave them for dead. But he doesn't want to. Because that's just who he is. "Just this once, Rose, everybody lives"
As viewers, we have NO reason to subscribe to the doctor's benevolence. We are the ones who are allowed to be (rightfully) enraged about Lindy Pepper-Bean. We get to feel vengeful. We get to hope she gets what she deserves. Her and her entire city of snobby rich kids.
And we can do nothing about it
That's the whole point though, isn't it? When the doctor doesn't get the ending he wants, we don't either. The entire point is for US to experience the same helplessness as the doctor. For us to feel the frustration he feels when it isn't all neatly wrapped up and tied with a bow.
Except our reasons for said frustration are less noble than the doctor's, automatically giving him the moral high ground which means we eventually circle back to the fact that the doctor just wants everyone to live.
Keeping humans safe is what matters most to him. Doesn't matter who they are, or what they're like. It's SO ninth doctor coded. I love Ncuti. I loved this episode. It was incredible. Made me feel so many things all at once.
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VOID!Stiles Drabble
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He watched her, from outside the window, the wet hair glued to her naked back, the white towel hugging her frame, some droplets of water ran down the vale of her breasts, disappearing between the fluff fabric around her.
“Leave her alone.” The voice in the corner of his mind spoke and he shook his head, smirking as he slowly got down from the tree that gave him the vision of her window on the second floor of the brown house.
He slowly made his way to the front door, his pale knuckles hitting the wooden door, her mother’s car wasn’t in the driveway, which meant she was alone in the house, the way he wanted her. He could hear her light footsteps and see the light being turned on from under the door.
“Oh hi Stiles, didn’t expect to see you here today.” She slightly jumped, stepping to the side to allow him to enter her house, his leg was brutally pulled back, as the weak boy used all his strength in a foolish attempt to stop him, she rose an eyebrow but he pushed the boy behind, taking the reins once more.
“Scott canceled, he was busy. Thought that maybe you wanted company.” She smiled at him, poor prey, having no clue that standing awkwardly in her living room wasn’t the best friend she knew, but something way more dangerous to be around.
His eyes scanned around as he followed her silently to the kitchen, where she fetched a slice of pizza, offering him some, he shook his head in denial, he would be fed in a different way.
“You smell delicious.” He said, getting closer, his cold fingers pulled her hair to the side, while he slid the tip of his nose along her neck, seeing her swallow harshly, he could smell the tension, he noticed that she had feelings for Stiles ever since he took his body.
She turned to him, her cheeks red and her chest moved up and down, as she tried to steady her breath.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“What I should’ve done a long time ago.” His lips crashed against her sweet ones, tongues battling together as he explored her mouth, Stiles tried to look away, but with the way she moaned against his lips, he didn’t dare to avert his gaze from her, feeling the misery of not being able to control his own body fill every pore of his skin.
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up until she was sitting on the countertop, he could sense the way she blushed, the build-up frustration from years of longing for this very moment filled his stomach, feeding him more than he imagined it was possible.
Her phone rang somewhere, but she ignored it, too lost in the taste of his lips to care, but when it rang for the third time she gently pushed him away, mumbling that it could be her mother.
“Hello?” She picked up, without seeing the name on the screen.
“Where are you?” Scott demanded. “The void took over again and Stiles is missing.” Her whole body started to shake in fear as she headed to the kitchen again, to find it empty, as he had never been there in the first place.
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