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âŠso, after having been on this app for so many years, and having read all the wonderfully crafted fics that I have, I thought, why not celebrate by making a fic rec list to gush over the beautiful writers who I not only admire and look up to (constantly might I add), but whose talent continues to blow me away every time they post!
without further ado, letâs get to it ;)
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This is for all my Stiles bitches who are afraid of love â€ïž @makeusfreefromthisfandom ;)
word count: 2k
warnings: angst
summary: the last thing you wanted to do was fall in love (the bridge of all too well obviously set me off)
masterlist
âMaybe we got lost in translation...â
You werenât sure at what point youâd gone wrong. Each time you recounted your footsteps, every step was calculated and perfectly placed. Perhaps you hadnât done enough. Or maybe you hadnât given enough, if you were to ignore the fact that the girl you were before was almost unrecognisable to you now, that option seemed most likely.
For months and months you danced around each other, balanced on the tightrope between friends and more than that. It seemed all of your show stopping smiles, all of your time and all of your willingness to be at each beck and call had been wasted on the relationship that had been doomed from the beginning. But, of course, you were only now hit with that epiphany.
Truthfully, yet somewhat shockingly, you couldnât find it in yourself to take on the blame for losing your potential other half. Yes, your heart had been completely and utterly torn to shreds in a way youâd never experienced, it was the kind of hurt you hoped youâd never have to brave again. But it wasnât your fault that falling always felt like flying. It wasnât your fault that heâd wormed his way through your barricades, there was nothing for you to do but surrender to the sudden ambush that was falling in love with Stiles Stilinski.
Falling in love was never something you wanted, in fact, it was something you tirelessly avoided. The notion of giving someone the power to destroy you brought you nothing but terror. Then there was him.
Stiles Stilinski. Clever, sarcastic, kind, cute and terrible at lacrosse. Heâd broken down your every defence, not even knowing he was doing it in the first place. Maybe you were fooling yourself but you truly thought youâd broken down some of his walls too.
What other explanation could be given to the times when heâd show up at your house looking for a shoulder to cry on, specifically your shoulder to cry on. Or the times he would throw you a packet of your favourite sweets before school with the reasoning of âWell, I was getting gas and I know you like them. So I got them.â As if it was the most obvious thing ever.
Those being construed as more than platonic could definitely be considered wishful thinking, but the scene currently playing in your mind had to have meant something more.
In your mind you played it back, itâd started fairly normally. Stiles had shown up in his rickety jeep, told you to hop in and he drove around until he found somewhere private and quiet to park. Youâd gotten food on your way to the empty parking lot, he knew your order off by heart, butterflies erupted in your stomach as he called it into the speaker with complete confidence. Dazed, you remember asking, doe eyed and almost breathless, âYou know my order?â
The boy had huffed out a puff of air and looked at you incredulously, âOf course I know your order, come on.â He shrugged off your shock and the night moved on as it usually did. It was when you were sitting in the parking lot, quietly picking at your food that he spoke up.
âHey. Can I ask you something?â Sparing him a glance you only nodded, continuing to pick at your food as you listened. âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to, by the way.â
With a raised brow you turned your head to look at him, his hands were drumming on the steering wheel rather anxiously, âAlright⊠whatâs your question?â
Heâd turned his body to face you as best he could in the small space and clapped his hands together, âOk, theoretically, if someone was trying to woo you⊠how would they go about doing that?â He cleared his throat as he finished and if it was possible your eyebrow arched higher.
It was a loaded question. How do you woo someone who's never wanted to be wooed? You wanted to tell him, but instead you shrugged your shoulders and deflated against the passenger seat.
âI donât know, Iâve never really had an interest in being wooed. Never really thought about it.â
The irony of the situation, looking back on it, heâd been wooing you without even trying and whatâs more is that you hadnât even felt it happening. Only now realising youâd been falling once your body hit the unforgiving concrete beneath it.
âOh come on! There has to be something! Flowers? Chocolates?â Stiles proded, wiggled his eyebrows and he whined half heartedly when you tossed a fry at him.
You remember how youâd rolled your eyes, âSeriously, I donât want to be pursued by some guy.â
âBlah, blah, blah, I know. I said theoretically, ok? Theoretically, if you did wanna be pursued, how would that go?â His tone went from sarcastic but melted into uncertainty towards the end of his question.
Your eyes narrowed at the boy in front of you, âWhy do you even wanna know?â
His gaze softened and there was something so gentle behind his eyes, an emotion you couldnât pinpoint and the words that fell from his lips were the catalyst to your inevitable plummet.
âYou deserve someone to love you. I want you to have that.â
Bringing your train of thought back to the present, you tried your best to focus on the meeting at hand. Scott was talking the pack through a battle strategy, something about Gerard and Monroe but you werenât paying attention.
You were internally kicking yourself, of course heâd end up with Lydia after all of this. You were so caught up in the short term sparks, the momentary hopes, that youâd forgotten about the bigger picture. Even still, you wouldnât lie, you were feeling as though youâd been strung along.
There was a set of eyes scrutinising you from across Scottâs kitchen and it was only when you met Theoâs curious eyes that you noticed you had zoned in on Stilesâ and Lydiaâs intertwined hands. The kamara gave you a knowing look, quietly moving towards you once the room broke into chatter.
âYou know, if you keep oggling at them theyâre going to notice.â He told you, leaning towards your ear as his legs rested against the counter beside you.
Sighing you looked at him, completely exhausted, âI really wish I was heartless like you.â
Theo chuckled, tilting his head as if he knew something you didnât, âWell, according to Stiles, youâre pretty cold hearted yourself.â
âAnd Stiles told you that?â You snapped, arms crossing over your chest apprehensively.
He nodded his head, pulled his lip between his teeth and then leaned his head back towards your ear again, âHe also told me that you were the kinda girl who needed someone persistent.â
Your stomach dropped, you had an idea where he was going with this. âWhy? Why did he tell you all that?â
âMust think Iâd be a good match for you.â
It hurt, that someone you considered a friend, more than a friend, would talk you up to someone he absolutely loathed, someone he didnât trust at all. Youâd been so wrong about the feelings Stiles had for you recently and you couldnât help considering that maybe you fell into the same category as Theo. Just another cold hearted fool.
There was a lot to be said for Theo Raeken. Was he necessarily a good person? No. Was he trustworthy? Absolutely not. Yeah, thatâs definitely the sort of person you deserved to have love you.
âIâd be offended too.â He chuckled, watching your face carefully. The way it contorted in confusion, how your lips dipped downward and acceptance settled on your face.
You hadnât noticed Stiles looking at you from across the room, inspecting the scene before him carefully. He had this sort of anxiety flooding his chest as he watched you deflate as you spoke to Theo.
There was no denying that he was in love with Lydia but before heâd inevitably ended up with the strawberry blonde, heâd been building something quite special with you. He knew you caught onto it too and thatâs what was eating away at him.
âYouâre being ridiculous.â He told you, shaking his head in disbelief.
You scoffed in return, âItâs called self preservation, Stiles.â
âI just donât get it.â
You looked at him before shooting into an explanation that heâd heard a million times before, âWhen you fall in love with someone you give that person so much power over you. They can either make you or break you. I donât ever want someone to have that kind of affect on me. I donât want someone that feels like fresh air in my lungs because if they leave Iâd be the one left suffocating. Doesnât sound all that magical to me.â
Stiles looked at you sadly, he understood what you meant but he believed in the goodness of falling in love, âWhat makes you so sure theyâll leave?â
âBecause they always do.â
And heâd done everything you tried so adamantly to avoid. Knowingly made you fall and then knowing left you to crash and burn and prove yourself right.
You stared at him, from across the room, something about the look on your face told him that his last stitch attempt to save face had only pushed you over the edge.
He hated Theo, he really did and you deserved better than him, but he was the only readily available person that he could think of in the heat of the moment.
Theo liked the chase and you liked to run, it made sense on paper. But the look of betrayal on your face as your eyes met sent him spiralling.
Without another word you left the room, stalking towards Scottâs front porch and settling down on the steps.
It was quiet for a while, your hands busied themselves raking through your hair as your elbows rested against your knees. Were you really as bad as Theo? Was that really the impression you gave off? Sure, the boy had improved since youâd first met but that didnât change the fact that heâd literally been sent to hell for his crimes. Did shunning romance seriously make you that evil?
A familiar presence joining you shook you from your thoughts but you didnât move to greet him.
Stiles clearing his throat broke the silence but you kept your gaze on the empty street ahead of you. âSo, uh, Theo-â
You cut him off with an empty laugh, giving him the meanest side eye you could manage, âDonât.â You demanded though your voice sounded weak.
âYou seemed upset- just wanted to check on you.â He told you lamely, rubbing the back of his neck, watching as your eyebrows pulled together.
Turning slowly to face him you let your hands fall limply against your knees, âI have a question.â
He only nodded. Preparing himself for whatever you were about to throw at him.
âWas it all in my head?â There was anger creeping along your tone but it was the desperation for an answer that took the forefront.
He swallowed thickly but shook his head, âNah. It wasnât in your head.â
You pulled your lip between your teeth, fighting the urge to scream as you posed your next question, âIt was always Lydia. No matter when or where it was always going to be her. So why?â
His heart sank at the question, his will cracking just as your voice did when you spoke, âWhy what?â
âMaybe you didnât mean to. Maybe you were bored or maybe we just got lost in transition but I trusted you. So I guess my real question is; why did you try so hard to make me love someone only to walk away at the first given opportunity.â You wondered, quickly brushing away a tear that fell from your eye.
His silence couldâve killed you, he looked so very lost. Completely devoid of an answer he just stared at you as you inhaled a deep breath and stood up shakily.
âYou know, maybe you were onto something with that Theo thing. At least if he screws me over Iâll have seen it coming.â You told him bitterly, walking inside and leaving him on the step.
Not sure if this has been done yet, but letâs get HYPED about the movie!!
1. Something you hope is in the movie. Could be a character, a plot line, a destination, anything!
2. Something you donât want to see in the movie. Unpopular opinions are welcome!
3. Something you know they would never put in the movie, but you would absolutely DIE if they did.
For me itâs
1. Kira
2. Stiles as an FBI agent ⊠(acab..)
3. DannyxScott!!!!! I would drop dead!
What are you all looking forward to? And tag your friends so we can all share our movie predictions and wishes! @sassyfoxunknown @a-gir1-has-n0-name @marenara-sauce @heythereimpax @indrarose @scilessweetheart @spikeface @notthebasementt @mariedawn @imdreamingwiththestars @voidsouralphas @heylilyhilily @fearlesslykj @thesewordsareallihavetogive @thelittlewerewolfoven
1) Yes i hard agreed with you on this - Kira needs to come back! I need to know what happens with her cause she deserves so much better and I just love her.
2) Not to be controversial but I am: I donât want them to introduce sterek as a way to bring back some of the fans who shipped them from the show - I donât care if they would be adults by this point I donât want it (they better give us more stydia cause that last episode was dry smh) (but actually confirming him as bi would be nice)
3) I honestly donât know and Iâve been trying to think but to be fair Iâm just excited weâre even getting anything. But one thing that I know theyâll never do is bring back Allison. And to be honest Iâm fine with that but i can imagine yâknow. (I donât fully want this to happen as that would remove all the impact and stuff but still)
thanks for the tag! iâm so pumped for the movie and i have so much to say on it.
1. sciles friendship. iâm really hoping they donât make it all about the relationships like they did in season 6.
2. i agree with everyone above me actually. no sterek. no fbi stiles. but also i donât want some really niche overpowered villain like they did with the Beast.
3. stalia getting back together. i love stydia too, so my entire happiness isnât banking on this, but i would flip my shit if i got to see them together again.
tagging!!!: @thesewordsareallihavetogive @domesticated-feral @dylanscrystal @elspethc22 @mischiefstilinski and anyone else that wants to talk about the movie!!
hi hi hi sorry it took me so long to respond! thank you all for tagging me <3
1. i would LOVE to see kira come back! she was such a beautifully written & developed character, i was really sad for her to leave. i totally loved the kitsune lore & the involvement of the skin walkers & flashbacks,, it was all very *chef's kiss*
2. i definitely don't want to see any sterek. i get that this is a super hot take, but the ship has always rubbed me the wrong way. stiles was 16 in season 1 and derek was well into his 20s. it's ephebophilic & it makes me very uncomfortable. sorry not sorry
3. honestly i don't know that there's anything that would absolutely not be in the movie... the writers have proved time and time again that they're willing to push all of the boundaries and i am here for it
tagging (no pressure!): @samwlscns @x-lulu @free-pool-trash @ijustdontlikepeople @voidmalfoy @imaginearyparties & anyone else who would like to! :)