klaus mikealson, elijah mikealson, kol mikealson, damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, jeremy gilbert, kai parker
klaus mikealson
i feel like we can all agree that crazy dick ist the best so my take is that klaus sits at a nice 7.5 inches and is second on our list. he’s definitely girthy too getting thicker towards the base. as much as i love a little curve i feel like he’d have a straight but heavy almost pornstar looking cock.
extra: klaus is a rough fucker but for the right one he can also make love. our beloved original hybrid definitely hast an insatiable sex drive and i mean can u blame him? being half werwolf half vamp? also he talks you through it even when he eats it as if it’s his last meal all messy and sloppy. i feel like he’d be a tits guy. missionary and reverse cowgirl.
elijah mikealson
elijah is the sweet brother and all that but i would bet good money that he’s girthyyyyy. his girthy definitely needs prepping beforehand even though he sits at a comfy 6 inches. sadly i also doubt that our everlasting gentleman has a curve going on. his tip is not too pink but also not too brown. very pretty.
extra: while he is a total gentleman i feel like he can be a freak in the sheets, it just takes a lot of convincing to get him to surrender to his primal needs. elijah isn’t a man who needs to fuck everyday but he’s also the last one to turn it down. is heavy into body worship and praise. he’s an ass guy. missionary and spooning.
kol mikealson
again, crazy dick. i feel like he’s a nice 7 incher definitely also on the girthier side but not as much as his brothers. HOWEVER kol definitely curves to the left. no arguing about that. might be controversial but i feel like his tip would be a reddish brown.
extra: kol fucks like a madman. i’m talking literally drilling you into overstimulation until you’re crying, digging your nails into his biceps and begging him to give you a second to breathe. he will manhandle you and throw you around. i feel like he also loves degradation and pussy slapping. he’s also an ass guy. doggy and blowjobs.
damon salvatore
okay my take on damon is controversial and will definitely hurt the damon lovers but i feel like he doesn’t have much going on. my gut tells me that he’s 5 inches and isn’t too thick but also not super thin. i feel like he has a small curve to the left but not much excitement otherwise. however i do believe that he has a pretty pink tip and an overall flush to his cock.
extra: damon is one to pull your hair and whisper in your ear while he has you bent over for him. he’s also an ass guy and loves to spank it while your ride him. damon’s sex drive is pretty high. prone bone and cowgirl.
stefan salvatore
however stefan will get his boxers pulled down with the teeth cause goddamn. he has a very pretty cock, 7 inches, thick and heavy with a pretty pink head. and to top that of he definitely has a curve. elena should’ve definitely chosen mr.hero hair.
extra: angel in the streets freak in the sheets was invented by him. this man fucks. he will manhandle you into any position as he likes, throwing you around like a ragdoll. wants to fuck everyday but won’t always act on it. he’s for sure a tits guy and while suck on them while he delivers slow and deep strokes. missionary and mating press.
jeremy gilbert
6.5 inches. girthy as fuck, i’m talking legit feels like you’re being ripped in two. no curve. heavy and a pretty brown tip. that’s all i have to say. he’s a dream.
extra: he isn’t as freaky as the others but he will deliver regardless. i feel like he’d be a lovemaker most days when y’all fuck (which is at least once a week). he’s an ass guy i believe. cowgirl and spooning.
kai parker
let’s now talk about my man. this is the creme de la creme when it comes to crazy dick. i feel like he’d be somewhere between 7.5 and 8 inches with a nice girth that isn’t too overwhelming. sadly no curve but a very heavy cock for sure. for tip colour i’m actually not too sure but i feel like he’d be a muted pink with brownish undertones.
extra: this man is a munch. i’m talking breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner and midnight snack. he will eat it all sloppy. this man also goes feral for the bulge in your tummy when he fucks you. definitely a tits guy. i feel like his sex drive is pretty high but he has a lot of self control so he will adapt to your drive. headlock fucking and mating press.
» I’m so in love with text post that thefudge wrote. I took my favourite parts. Oh my GOD, this is so beautiful, I could put it in the frame, then hang it on the wall in my room.
Warnings: lil bit of stalking, manipulation… no gore just mild yandere stuff. Lowkey a fluff fic. This is romance not platonic. I wrote this at 3am so excuse any spelling mistakes gang. Also had a cheeky smirk on my face while writing this. Just fyi.
It starts when you thank him.
You, all soft and pretty and trembling in fear after being one of the many civilians caught in the middle of a gang fight, looked him in the eye and sincerely thanked him with a gentle smile that made the big bad Red Hood feel all gooey inside.
Jason wasn’t used to being thanked. (He used to be, when he was all bright and smiley in a suit that made him look like a traffic light.) The Red Hood, all big and rough with a reputation that makes the average Gotham citizen cringe, and any gangster piss themselves.
So whenever Jason helps someone out, he never expects a thanks. So, when you had said it so genuinely, it lingered.
Good things don’t tend to linger for Jason. (The bad do, they always do.)
And he just keeps thinking about it. Then his heart starts fluttering, and he’s scolding himself for crushing on someone just because they thanked him. Jason tells himself it doesn’t matter because he’s so sure that it’ll fade.
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Months pass, and it’s really about to. His mind’s clouded with other things, you know what thy say: Gotham never sleeps and Crime Alley is a cracked out insomniac who injects caffeine directly into their blood stream.
So yea, maybe you pop into his mind every once in a while, but by next month, you’re gone.
That is until Jason spots you across the street and double, then triple check to see if it really is you. You’re sipping a hot drink (he had thought you looked like someone who enjoys tea) while rocking back and forth on your feet as you wait to cross the road.
He can ignore you, he really can, and he’s really going to. He turns around and he’s walking off, but then the soft voice he’s dreamt about calls out to him.
“Excuse me?”
He whips his head around so fast that he swears he gets whiplash.
There you are, in all your glory. The girl who’s been on his mind for months. Standing right in front of him with the same soft smile, like it your genuineness is just built into you. 
Jason huffs in a shaky breath. He hopes he doesn’t look dumb right now. Why did you stop him? He should have never stolen this shirt from Roy. Is this even real? Were you sent here by someone? He wonders if he smells like blood, smoke and gunpowder. Did you recognize him? Have you been thinking about him-
“Your shoe lace is untied.” You say with a gentle laugh, which instead of insulting like it should be because you were laughing at him, and isn’t being laughed at meant to be a bad thing. The joker laughed so much when he-
You then stop laughing and your smile turns into an awkward one that he hasn’t seen yet, but god does he love it. “Sorry, I had to have a laugh at myself. I know it’s a weird thing to stop a stranger for, but don’t want you getting hurt.”
Jason doesn’t say a word. Too tongue tied and awestruck to speak. “Anyways, have a nice day, stranger!” You then turn away and walk off. He has half the mind to follow you and grab you and ask if you felt what he felt.
And god, he was so upset you turned away, he wished you would’ve stayed on the same path as him and maybe you could’ve fallen into small talk and he could get to know all about you but you turned away-
Wait. You turned away? That means you had followed Jason to tell him about his shoe lace. You had noticed him across the street and saw him walking off, you had gone out of your way to help him out. It had to mean something.
Jason had cursed his good memory every time the disgusting clown’s face popped into his head in great detail. For once, and because of you, he was thanking it. There was a yellow land yard around your neck, with the letters “JTDC” and he searches it up as soon as he gets back to his safe house.
A little strangled noise leaves his mouth as ‘Jason Todd’s Daycare Centre’ pops up. (His mind flashes to Bruce’s hand on his shoulder and a proud voice calling him ‘Jaybird’.)
He presses on the website’s listed staff and sees a picture of you with a bright smile, your name written under it.
He says it a few times, testing out how it sounds, feeling how right it is on his tongue.
He then searches up ‘how to stop limerence’ because he’s a lil self aware.
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Jason’s next few days are spent watching you.
The poor guy doesn’t really remember how to court a girl, so he deems it okay to follow you around a bit… Only on your walks to and from work. He’s got some morals! he has to wait for you to let him inside your apartment before he deems it to be okay to look inside!
He picks up on how you smile at anyone you make eye contact with, how you ask every dog owner if you can pet their dog, how you drop by the alleyway and leave cat food in a bowl, how you glance at the little flower shop on the corner of your block every time you leave your dingy apartment building… God, you were so sweet.
Most importantly, he picks up on the way you gaze at couples you pass on the street, the fact that you’ve rented a new romance book from the library every day and that you always look so ready for someone to swoop in.
You were a hopeless romantic and a lonely one, at that.
So Jason dresses nice, a new shirt with a good pair of jeans. He gets a haircut and makes sure he’s clean shaven. He buys the cologne that he knows Bruce uses.
(It’s the first time he spent his crime lord money on something that wasn’t for the red hood, but instead, for Jason.)
He walks down your usual path for work, slowing his pace so you’ll catch up with him. When you’re both at the traffic light he pretends to look shocked. “Hey, aren’t you that girl who told me to tie my laces?”
He wants to laugh at your surprised face, then he wants to coo when it turns to recognition because you remember him.
“Oh gosh, you remember that? Yea, it’s me.” You say with an embarrassed laugh, and he appreciates how your cheeks turn pink.
Jason chuckles, and it’s natural, and his original plan to come off as super mysterious and nonchalant gets scrapped because it’s so easy to just be normal around you “Was the first time something like that happened t’me, even thought y’were making fun of me for a second there.”
You bristle and Jason lets himself laugh at your cute expression this time. “I really wasn’t, I swear!” You’ve been making eye contact with Jason for the past minute and it’s making his stomach turn because you’re really looking at him.
“M’just teasing… I really only remember ‘cause I thought ya had a nice smile.” He goes a little pink from his honesty and forwardness.
You turn from pink to red, and a flustered giggle leaves your mouth. “I actually only really noticed the shoelace because I thought you were cute…” the words tumble out of your mouth and Jason’s pretty sure his heart just exploded.
He looks to the sky, then to the ground, then back at your red face. “R-really?” When you nod your head, the little bits of flesh from his exploded heart, explode.
“Do you wanna get a coffee sometime?” Jason gets the words out awkwardly. You nod your head “I’m more of a tea drinker though.”
Jason walks back to his apartment and lies on the bed, staring at the phone that had your number in it like it held the secrets to the universe.
And when he finally gathers the courage to text you and ask you out on a date, he shoves the phone under his pillow until he hears the custom notification sound that he set for you go off.
‘Yep! Sounds great ☺️”
God even the way you text is lovely.
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The date goes amazing.
Jason shows up first and stand outside the café. The antihero, who’s been messing up Gotham’s underworld, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers.
His heart does a full blow gymnastics routine when you smile brightly and take the flowers from him with a heartfelt “thank you.”
It’s awkward at first. Jason is all jitters and nerves because this is his first date, and first time hanging out with a non-vigilante since he died. He knew what he should bring up, all your little interests he picked up on. But he just doesn’t know how.
However, when you admitted that it was your first date in a while and you were nervous, right to his face, his nerves loosened and he admitted the same.
The date ended with you pressing a kiss to Jason’s cheek after he walked you back to your apartment, leaving a mark from your lippie.
He didn’t wash his face that night.
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When Jason had searched for a cure for limerence, he had seen someone online say that the best way to get rid of it is by fully knowing the person, flaws and all.
He supposed they were right because three months into dating you, his limerence faded into love.
You were just so loveable, he couldn’t help but fall.
Jason admired you so much. The way you were so in tuned with your emotions and so aware of his. The way you were always understanding of him. The way that even when he had his bad days, you never held it against him, never asked him to talk about what was wrong, only said, in your soft gentle voice filled with nothing but care “I’m always here for you if you want to talk about it.”
And Jason is still rough around the edges. He’s always scared that he’ll fuck what you have up. His fear shows in his hesitance to let all his walls down with you.
When you sit him down in your apartment after dinner one night and gently grab his hand, he bristles at your question.
“Jay… do you think you’ll ever be able to be honest with me?”
You’re so kind when you ask it, speaking gently in the way that Jason loves so much. But he can’t answer you, because he doesn’t know.
You don’t ask him to leave, but he does anyways.
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Three days later, Jason shows up to your apartment with a bruised jaw and tired eyes. Drops to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach. His words are muffled and quiet, but in the silence of your apartment, you hear them clearly.
A soft confession that he doesn’t know how he can be with you when he’s not a good man.
You don’t reassure him and tell him he’s great, you don’t scold him for saying such things about himself, you don’t toss him out.
Instead, you slick his hair back with your hands and tilt his face to look up at you. Jason thinks that he could stay like this with you for his whole life.
Your response is perfectly simple. “Then become a better man.”
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Six months in, and the first ‘I love you’ shared between you two later, was when your advice had started to show. He was less lethal with criminals, his killing rate went down overall and Bruce took notice.
Bruce reached out as Bruce, not Batman.
Jason had turned to you for advice immediately. You, who he told his deepest darkest secrets to the same night he professed his love for you because he knew that you were made for each other, and you’d spend your lives together.
So, on Saturday night, Jason rode up to the manor with a surprise guest who Alfred, the magic butler he is, somehow managed to anticipate. An extra set of silverware already on the table.
Jason gripped your hand under the table as everyone gawked at the two of you. One too many questions later, and Jason was dragging you out of the manor. He could hear Bruce running after the two of you and calling for him.
You had stopped walking, and jason immediately turned towards you and you were being so unfair, looking at him with those beautiful eyes, that you must know he can’t resist because why else would you be looking at him like that?
“Do you think you can still talk to him today, or do you want to do it another day?”
Jason sighs and squeezes your hand before bringing it to his face to pressing a soft kiss to it.
God, you were just so understanding and patient with him.
He had worked every day to become a better man for you. One of those things was learning the same understanding and patience that you always showed him. “M’ready, sweet girl. Wait by the bike.”
You give him a kiss on the cheek for good luck and he turns just as red as the day he asked you out.
The conversation was whispered, not to hide the words shared between them, but because the father and son was so used to shouting that they missed speaking quietly to one another.
By the end of the conversation, Bruce was smiling softly. He lifted his hand to Jason’s shoulder and clasped it.
“I’m happy you found her, Jaybird.”
It was the first time since his death that he had talked to Bruce without it ending in a fight and instead, he went away feeling better.
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A year and a half in and Jason brings you on a family vacation Bruce planned at one of his properties in the Bahamas.
“But Jay, I’m not really family, are you sure I should go?” Jason laughed loudly and turned away from the eggs he was frying. “You come to family dinner every Saturday, ya get invited to all the birthday parties and the little demon calls you by your first name. You’re family.” He then turns back to his pan and his ears go red. “Plus… I don’t think I could last a week without you…”
Another loud laughs leaves his mouth when you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him in a back hug, voice annoyed as you complain about how Jason’s too big and you can’t see the food cooking when you hug him from behind.
(He hadn’t believed that he’d ever laugh as hard as he did when he was younger again. He hadn’t believed in lots of things before he met you.)
The Bahamas have more sun in a day that Gotham sees in a year. Jason thinks that it’d be nice to settle down somewhere like this where you’re always in a bikini. He changes his mind after he punches a guy for looking at you a lil too long.
It’s okay though, because you don’t find out about that punch. Or the other one. Or the ones that happened in Gotham. You don’t have to know about any of them.
Jason’s settled on a beach towel next to Dick as the two watch you and Kori have a chicken fight with Tim and Kon. Duke keeps blinding Kon with his light, Cass pokes at Tim’s belly, Damian and Steph attempt to throw sand into Tim’s eyes. Jon seems to be the only one not sabotaging.
Jason keeps watch to make sure you’re okay. You’re the only civilian on this family vacation that devolved into a ‘bring your emotional support person’ vacation real fast.
You’re just so so soft and he knows he shouldn’t hover, shouldn’t stop you from doing chicken fights with a bunch of trained heroes.
Six months ago, when he had just started getting back into contact with the lot, he’d probably pull you into his arms and cage you away from his family.
But you taught him how to trust. So he trusted you, and he trusted his family not to hurt you.
“You really love her, little wing.” Jason glances at his brother before glancing back to you, who has a bright smile on your face and cheers when Tim falls off of Kon and into the water.
“More than I knew I was capable of.”
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On the last day of the holiday, you and Jason go for a walk by the beach. Hand in hand as you talk about everything and nothing.
Jason stops walking. And he wants to plaster kisses all over your face because of how cute you look when you’re confused.
So he does. Because he’s allowed to do that. And he smiles brightly at your giggles and confused “What was that for?”
Jason shrugs. “Just because.”
You give him that damn soft smile that had haunted his dreams for months, that he practically manifested into seeing again.
He returns it with his own.
He knows his isn’t as soft as yours, isn’t as natural. But he tries.
He tries because he wants to be a softer man for you.
He drops to his knee and reaches into his pocket. Your hands lift up to cover you mouth as you gasp.
“Don’t do that, sweet girl, I wanna see your face.”
You drop your hands revealing a bright smile.
Jason says your name, with the tenderness that only a man in love can.
He grabs one of your hands, pressing a kiss to it.
“Will you mar-“
Before he can fully ask the question you interrupt him by shouting a yes.
Jason laughs and slips the ring on your finger then lifts you up in his arms and twirls you around. Gazing up into your teary eyes with his own, and finally pulling you to his lips for a kiss.
(Tim sends the photos to him the next day while Jason’s lying in bed with you sleeping soundly against his chest, drooling as always.)
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The problem starts when Jason’s listening to his regular talk show: You, through the microphones he has implanted throughout your shared apartment.
Was Jason aware that it was wrong? Yes. Did he care? No. He was raised by Batman after all, and the one thing he had learnt to prioritize over trust, is safety.
Safety in the microphones. Safety in the cameras. Safety in the trackers. Safety.
You were calling your best friend. Jason liked her, he’d met her the same day he met your parents, and she told him she’d neuter him if he screwed you over. Then she texted you that he was a good fit for you.
You sound so cute when you’re troubled. Voice worried and tense as you sip your wine. “I don’t know, it’s just like… I was doing the wedding invites right? Only close friends and their plus ones…”
Your best friend says something that the mic don’t pic up, but he’ll listen to the call logs later. “Tell me why I realized that you’re my only close friend. All my friends are Jason’s friends.” Then your tone switched to frantic, the way it always does when something you say comes off different from what you meant. “Not that it’s like a bad thing- it’s just, I don’t know, I feel like my whole life’s just him you know?”
Jason punches a thugs face extra hard.
“And Bruce-“ you best friend interrupts and he likes that he knows you well enough that he can visualize the fond smile on your face. “Yes, Wayne. We’ve been over this.”
“He asked us to pick a house for our wedding gift, and Jay said that he’s already brought one for us, casually, and I obviously asked him about it cause like what!? I didn’t know, y’know? And he said that it’s the one I talked about on our sixth date.”
Jason doesn’t understand what’s wrong with that. Attention to detail isn’t a bad thing, in fact you always told him how much you appreciated that.
“Yes- Okay it is romantic, and sweet, and makes me want to jump his bones for remembering-“
Jason flushes under his mask as he dodges a bullet.
He can hear you sigh at your best friends teasing. “No okay, but listen to this, and don’t say I’m crazy. The house was taken off the market a year ago- and I remember this because I’m like in love with that house, right? So how the hell, did he buy it, unless he got it a year ago, when we were 2 weeks into our relationship?”
God, you were just so smart, working that out.
Jason smiles under his mask, proud of your brains. There’s silence on the line and he hears a loud “Thank you! I thought I was going crazy-” Then a glass shatters “Shit! I broke my wine glass and got red on the carpet, I gotta go.”
Jason punches the last thug’s face in.
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As soon as he gets home he sees you on your knees wiping up the wine and he sighs. “Sit on the couch and I’ll clean it.”
You shake your head “It’s okay, Jay, I can do it.”
Jason laughs. “Baby, y’making it worse, it’s spreading on the carpet.” You pause your scrubbing and stare at the carpet, hand squeezing your sponge like a stress ball.
Jason thinks it’s cute.
“Come on, just sit on the couch and let me do it for yo-“ before he gets to finish the sentence, you interrupt him “Yes!” He bristles at your angry tone “do this for me like you do everything for me, right?”
You pause. And take a deep breath. Jason watches you.
He wants to coo at the way you’re able to manage yourself so well. You eventually sit on the couch and gesture for Jason to sit as well.
He sits next to you.
Testing.
Waiting.
You don’t push him away.
Instead, you grab his hand gently and look at him with a tense yet soft expression.
“Jay…” He looks into your eyes as you look away from his. At the ceiling, then the floor, then right back into his. “Did you buy that house on our sixth date?”
He loves how direct you are. Loves that you didn’t leave it hanging. Loves that you addressed it immediately. Loves that you said it in your soft tone instead of an accusatory one.
“No, of course not, that would be weird.” He reaches into his utility belt, and pulls out documents which all show that the house was purchased the day you got back from the Bahamas. “The guy actually brought it as a vacation house, so I traded it with him for a much nicer vacation house.”
He watches as you skim through the documents and then look at him suspiciously. “Why were they in the utility belt?” Jason sighs and looks away, shame on his face.
“S’just a habit to keep important things close t’me. Protected.” And Jason knows how much leeway you offer him when he alludes to his past.
So he presses a kiss to your forehead when you apologize, hiding his eerie smile in your hair.
Jason loves how smart you can be, but he also loves how you’re a little dumb for him.
You don’t even bother to think about the fact that he’s in Gotham’s most powerful family and changing legal documents is as easy as sending a text.
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Hi guys it’s me. I’ll probably do a smut tie in to this and a sequel where reader finds out because I want angst. Okay bye gang.
Theo’s unhealthy obsession with Stiles in one of the most complex, interesting aspects of his character and of Teen Wolf Season 5.
Theo sees Stiles, and he loves everything about him: Stiles’ Light, his Darkness, his unleashed potential, his everything. His need to own Stiles, to be with him, to make Stiles realise that he never needed Scott (unlike Scott, who has always needed Stiles) and that Scott’s not good enough for him, to take him apart and make Stiles love and need him as much as Theo loves and needs Stiles…
Theo’s love is a dark, jealous, possessive, consuming thing Stiles is both intrigued and afraid of. And that’s why Stiles pretends not to see the way Theo looks at him – like Stiles hung the Sun, the Moon and the Stars – and keeps rejecting him.
I think Theo has always been unhealthily obsessed with Stiles, ever since they were in fourth grade, when Theo was an average asthmatic boy like Scott. Two average asthmatic losers with no talent in anything… and yet Stiles still ignored him and chose Scott over him, for some reason Theo will NEVER understand.
Stiles was always different. There was just something special about Stiles, something Theo was attracted and drawn to like a moth to a flame. The death of his mentally ill mother didn’t garner any sympathy from elementary school kids too young and privileged to understand. It just made Stiles even more beautiful and different from the rest of them, and children are always so cruel to anyone who is different.
One day Theo’s parents (his real parents) found him sitting in his room surrounded by pictures of Stiles where Scott’s crooked face had been scribbled out and replaced with his own, and they decided to move and cure their son from his obsession. As if anyone ever could…
When Theo comes back to Beacon Hills years later as a Chimera, as a young man, it’s so easy to manipulate Scott – embarrassingly easy – and get him out of the picture so that Theo can finally have Stiles, HIS Stiles, all to himself. Scott is just a minor annoyance and a pawn in a game of chess he obviously can’t play, and his moves are so predictable that Theo doesn’t even have to break a sweat to remove him.
But of course Stiles – his brilliant, cunning, empathic, dark Stiles – is smarter than everyone else and smart enough not to trust Theo. Always has been. He sees right through Theo’s lies and acting performance and reads other people’s heartbeats, emotions and chemo signals like it’s a second nature to him, better than any werewolf and supernatural creature ever could. Also: chess is Stiles’ game.
He hasn’t been Theo in a long time, and Stiles noticed immediately. And Theo falls in love with Stiles all over again.
Winning Stiles’ heart is a Chimera: something utterly impossible, an unrealizable dream. And Theo wouldn’t have it any other way
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mischief: oooh, I love it. Listen, I will die for my little psycho boy being in love with Stiles. 😂
I especially love the part about Theo loving everything about Stiles because that’s so true. Theo would take any version of Stiles as long as he loves him back 🥺🥺 They are perfect for each other, and they balance each other out so that their, at first absolutely impossible-seeming, relationship works beautifully. Neither has to become a different person or has to become good for their love to work. It just does.
Deku: *cupping Bakugos face and smiling bittersweetly* Kacchan if I go first promise me you’ll keep moving forward and find someone else who makes you happy. You deserve a full life no matter what.
Bakugo: *cupping Dekus face, holding it a little tighter than necessary while tears prick the corners of his eyes* Deku.… if I go first… *gently thumbs away some of Dekus tears before squashing his face lovingly* I better not catch you even looking at another guy, are you shitting me?? I will haunt this apartment and over turn every single one of your memorabilia shelves. Attach a black vail to your hero costume Nerd, your a widow for fucken life.
Hi Cassie! How are you? Can I ask you what do you think about Sebastian? How did you get the inspiration for this character? I always wondered if you liked him as a character or not Thank you so much, love you!
I got the inspiration for Sebastian while reading a book about child murderers. Not people who murder children, but children who murder. The book mused on the idea of children as essentially amoral in that morals and values develop over time, but I was more interested in the ideas it posed about some people simply being born without a moral compass at all: without the ability to know right from wrong. That they just didn’t have it. And what did that mean for them: what do you do with a twelve or even sixteen year old who doesn’t know what good or bad is, and never will? What are morals and conscience: are they ingrained, socially taught? Etc.
So Sebastian developed as a character with no sense of right or wrong, no conscience and no morals. He never had them and he never would. Because it’s a fantasy series, I used the metaphor of demon blood: that it had erased his ability to make moral choices.
People often ask if I like a character or not. Sometimes I do in the sense that I’d want to hang out with them, but I would not want to hang out with Sebastian. However I found him interesting and therefore enjoyable to write: unless you’re writing didactic moral fiction, you enjoy characters for what they tell you about people, not really in the sense to which you find them morally upright or morally lacking. Sebastian was interesting because he couldn’t tell right from wrong; he wanted to be loved, but didn’t know how to deserve love or give it. He was jealous that his father loved Jace and not him, but lacked the ability to understand why. He wasn’t bad because of a bad experience or a bad childhood – I thought that would have been trite and overdone, and not really true to the inspiration for the character. He just had this terrifying blank space where for most people, conscience lies.
It was a dark and sometimes frightening experience, writing Sebastian. It sometimes felt like getting very close to a vast cold empty space. So did I like him? I think he’s an effective villain, and the story would suffer without him. I think I learned from him about evil and about goodness. I think in the end in the end I mourned along with the characters for the Sebastian that never existed, the one who didn’t have demon blood and could have been someone good. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley, but one of the the points of stories is to take you safely down those dark alleys of the heart and soul, the ones that are too dangerous and frightening and heartbreaking to explore in real life.
☆ PAIRING : Yandere Mark Grayson x Fem Reader Part 1
☆ SYNOPSIS : Mark Loves You. He Loves You So Much. But You Don't. And Yet You Agree To Go Out With Him. Maybe Because No One Else Wants You. Maybe Because You Were Lonely...
☆ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!
You remember the first time Mark Grayson asked you on a date.
It was embarrassing.
Not for him, no. For you. Because he did it in the middle of the school hallway, right when you were already feeling like shit, surrounded by people who immediately turned to stare like this was some kind of rom-com moment. Like you were supposed to blush and giggle and say yes because Mark Grayson was the loser who somehow still managed to be well-liked.
And you? You weren’t special. Not in any way that mattered. You weren’t pretty enough to turn heads, not hot enough to make guys stumble over themselves. You weren’t the girl anyone fell in love with. So when Mark fucking Grayson—big smile, nervous hands, that stupid blue-and-yellow jacket—asked you out, you just blinked at him.
"Are you serious?" you had asked, voice flat.
His expression faltered for half a second before he recovered. "Yeah! I mean, I think you're really pretty, and, uh, I'd love to take you out. Like—dinner, movie, whatever you want."
You wanted to say no. You really did. But then you thought about it—about how the guy you actually liked barely knew you existed. How you were always the afterthought, the last pick, the option. No one was lining up to take you out. But here was Mark, all bright eyes and open hands, so eager, so desperate.
So you said yes.
Dating Mark was easy. And awful.
He was in love with you.
Not in a normal, lovesick puppy way. No, Mark was something else. He looked at you like you were air and he was drowning. He texted constantly, always wanting to know where you were, who you were with, if you were okay. He remembered everything you ever said—your favorite color, the way you hated cold weather, that one time you mentioned wanting to try some random Thai restaurant downtown. It was suffocating.
And the worst part? You liked it.
Not him, though. Just the way he needed you. The way he worshipped you.
You let him hold your hand even though his palms were always a little too warm. You let him kiss you even though he always lingered too long, like he was memorizing your lips, like he thought you’d disappear if he stopped. You let him call you pet names that made your skin crawl—"baby," "angel," "my girl."
You never called him anything but Mark.
Then, of course, came the worst part.
The superhero bullshit.
The time he told you, it was supposed to be some big moment.
He sat you down in his bedroom, looking at you with this nervous excitement, like he was about to give you the best news of your life. Then he told you.
"I'm Invincible."
You blinked. "...You're what?"
He grinned, all proud, like an idiot. "Invincible! You know, the new hero? Yellow suit?"
Oh. Oh, that was him?
The guy flying around looking like a blind bee?
Invincible. What a stupid fucking name.
You had so many questions. None of them were good.
"You're telling me you willingly wear that suit?" you said instead, voice dripping with disgust.
His smile faltered. "I—I mean, yeah, it's kind of cool, right?"
You stared at him. Stared at the boy you were dating, who was apparently running around in an ugly-ass yellow and blue suit with those stupid fucking goggles like he was actually blind.
"You look so dumb," you muttered.
His face fell. "Wait, what?"
"Yellow? Seriously? Who the fuck told you that looked good?"
"Babe—"
"And the goggles? Are you blind? No, actually, are you?"
He looked heartbroken. Like you had just kicked a puppy. It was honestly kind of funny. But then he smiled again, weaker, like he was trying to brush it off.
"You’re not... mad?" he asked hesitantly.
Oh. Right. That was what he was expecting, wasn’t it? Screaming, crying, breaking up because oh no, my boyfriend is a superhero, it’s too dangerous, I can’t handle it!
You just shrugged.
"Why would I be mad?" you said. "Not like I actually care what you do."
He just stared at you for a long time. Then he smiled.
Too wide. Too happy. Like you had said something perfect.
God, he was pathetic.
Mark loved you too much. And you let him.
Every date was his idea. You never asked. He was always the one picking you up, texting first, clinging to you like he was afraid you'd disappear.
You tested him constantly, just to see how much he could take.
Ignored his texts? He sent more.
Canceled a date? He rescheduled immediately.
Made fun of him? He laughed, like it was endearing.
You let him kiss you, let him touch you, but never too much. Just enough to keep him hooked. You never said "I love you." He said it all the time, and every time you just looked at him, blank, and let the silence stretch until he got uncomfortable and changed the subject.
And god, he never gave up.
He looked at you like you were the fucking moon. Like you hung the stars in his sky. Like he needed you just to breathe.
You hated it.
You loved it.
Because you could never have what you really wanted. No one had ever loved you like this before. So you let Mark do it.
Even if you could never love him back.
Mark never noticed when you looked at someone else.
Maybe because he didn’t want to notice.
Or maybe because, in his head, you were already his. Permanently. Like he had claimed you the second you said yes in that stupid high school hallway.
But you noticed.
You noticed him. The guy you actually wanted.
He was everything Mark wasn’t—cool, confident, effortlessly charming. When he walked into a room, people turned. Girls actually wanted him. They laughed at his jokes, flipped their hair when he talked, hung onto every word. He could have anyone he wanted.
But he didn’t want you.
That stung. Even though you knew it shouldn’t.
You had Mark. Mark, who worshipped the ground you walked on. Mark, who held your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. Mark, who would probably die if you asked him to.
And still, you wanted someone else.
You tried. For a while.
It happened on a random night—Mark was picking you up from class, his stupid yellow goggles shoved into his pocket, hair still messy from whatever dumb hero thing he had been doing earlier. He grinned at you, all excited like always.
"You hungry? We could get that ramen you liked."
You weren’t in the mood. Not for him. Not for his stupid, endless happiness.
But then you thought about it.
You thought about how it would feel if he—the one you actually wanted—looked at you like that. You thought about how you were being handed something most people dreamed of. Unconditional love. A boy who would do anything for you.
So you tried.
You smiled—tight, forced. Let Mark hold your hand as he walked with you. You let him talk, rambling on about some new villain he fought, how he was getting better at flying, how his dad was actually talking to him about superhero stuff now.
You nodded at the right times. Gave him a few mhms and oh, really? Like a normal girlfriend would.
But it didn’t last.
Because Mark wasn’t what you wanted.
And because you were fucked in the head.
It always came out of nowhere.
One second, you’d be fine. Barely tolerating him, but fine. The next, something small—something stupid—would set you off.
Like tonight.
You were sitting in his room, scrolling through your phone, only half-listening as he went on about his superhero bullshit again. And then he said something—some dumb, innocent comment.
"I know I’m not, like, the coolest guy around, but—I dunno, sometimes I wish you’d talk about me the way you talk about him."
Him.
You froze.
Slowly, you turned to face him. Mark looked nervous, like he regretted saying anything. Good.
"What?" Your voice was sharp.
Mark hesitated. "I—I mean, I know you think he’s, like, really handsome and—"
"Are you seriously bringing this up right now?"
He blinked. "I—"
"No, really, Mark, really? Jesus Christ, I can’t have one fucking conversation without you getting all insecure?"
Mark flinched. Like you had actually hit him.
And fuck, that only pissed you off more.
"You always do this," you spat, voice venomous. "Always. Acting like I’m the fucking bad guy when all I do is put up with your bullshit, your stupid works, your pathetic little—"
You stopped.
Because Mark was looking at you like a kicked dog.
Like he had just realized something awful.
And fuck.
You felt sick.
The guilt hit fast.
You pressed a hand to your forehead, exhaling sharply. "Fuck."
Mark swallowed. "I didn’t mean to—"
"Just—just shut up, okay?"
You didn’t want to hear him apologize. Not again. Not after this.
Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.
okay but like… i finally came up with a reason for Peter ASKING Stiles if he wanted the bite and why he let Stiles go.
Because. Peter just flat out bit Scott and Lydia. Sure, it’s a gift, Peter believes that, but he’s also not opposed to just taking what he wants. He should have just bitten Stiles regardless if he thought Stiles would make such a good werewolf.
But WHY did Peter think Stiles would make such a good werewolf. Not because of his loyalty, because Peter would know that Stiles’s loyalty would be for his friends and not Peter. Rather because Stiles is like the opposite of Scott in so many way.
Scott is such a soft hearted good natured boy. The bite brought out the worst in in him, his bloodlust, and all that amounted to was yelling at his best friend a couple of times and punching a locker. Scott was too good. Scott was able to fight his new predator instincts AND the command of his alpha to hurt others.
Stiles? Stiles has clear, pointed, and repeated anger issues. Stiles does not have control over his feelings. Sure, he can bottle in pain like a champ to not appear weak, but if someone does something he doesn’t like, Stiles lashes out. He lashes out verbally, he postures, and if he ever thinks he has the upper hand he would lash out physically.
Peter wanted Stiles’s anger. Peter wanted Stiles’s bloodlust on his side. Stiles wouldn’t be able to keep control like Scott could. Stiles would be wild and Stiles would fall victim to Peter’s control. If Stiles wanted to be a werewolf.
If Stiles wanted it, then Peter would be granting Stiles a great gift, and Stiles would be much much easier to control, whether by guilt or blackmail or promise for more power.
But because Stiles says he doesn’t want it, because Stiles proves it by pulling his hand away, Peter knows that if he turned Stiles all that anger and wild aggression would only be turned back on him. He wouldn’t be creating a beta to control, he’d be creating possibly the force that would kill him out of sheer unbridled anger. It was safer to keep Stiles human, in that moment. Perhaps later, if things went as planned for Peter, but obviously they didn’t.
Stiles’s anger issues only get worse as the show moves on, so maybe it’s for the best he wasn’t turned. We see what that struggle is like with Liam, who has anger issues but honestly wants to be a good kid. Stiles, though, Stiles has always been a bit morally grey. Who knows what sort of darker twists his path would have taken if he were fighting his nature at the same time as his enemies.
Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken were childhood sweethearts ..
“Stiles Stilinski was Theo Raeken’s first (& only) love”
I’m just gonna answer these together. ok ok so here’s what I’m thinking, I saw someone say that what stiles meant by the whole “I remember theo, that’s not theo” thing was that he was being too nice and shit and stiles remembers theo as the kind of kid who basically you wouldn’t even be surprised to learn they just hung around watching their sister freeze to death. like he’d always be getting in trouble for doing fucked up things to the other kids you know? that kind of kid. like he’d be sneaky about it, but not great at hiding it yet. anyway what I’m getting at here is they probably spent a lot of time together outside the principal’s office. so like on an average day theo would be over here trying to convince little johnny the kiddie scissors are absolutely not sharp enough to cut you, here watch! whoops johnny’s bleeding and stiles is in the next classroom putting glue on people’s chairs or throwing blocks at jerky kids making fun of scott. so they meet up in front of the principal’s office and compare notes, naturally, and it becomes like a thing. theo’s usually impressed or at least amused by stiles’ shenanigans but stiles is already his father’s son and he can tell theo’s bad news, like really bad so he just gets pissed at him for trying to hurt people who didn’t even do anything…which theo thinks is just great of course like wow look at this tiny righteous ball of hate I’m in love. but stiles catches on pretty quick and realizes theo is trying to make him angry on purpose so he just starts aggressively ignoring him. no matter what theo says it’s just “I don’t care theo”. "hey stiles" “I don’t care theo” “I set sarah’s hair on fire” “I don’t care theo" "I made justin kill the class hamster, he cried” “i don’t care theo” “I put windex in the teacher’s coffee” “I…did she notice?” “yeah, she noticed :)”. theo knows it’s bullshit but it bothers him more than he’d like to admit and stiles can tell so he’s lowkey smug and enjoying himself more than he’d like to admit. on the other hand theo’s pretty thrilled that stiles is playing along in his own way and when he does actually manage to get a reaction, even a small one it’s like the best day ever and he makes sure stiles knows it. biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen. stiles wants to punch him.
could you make a post listing your most popular work, I wish Tumblr had a function for this >-<
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Ranging from my TOP POST to posts with notes above 1k.
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TODOROKI, DEKU, SHINSO *new*
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Okay so my BabeBerry @princessango was wondering if I had a few book recommendations for her, and I said, “!!! DO I?!?!?!” and then realized I didn’t actually have a list written out.
So let me English-major-vomit all over you guys and give you a list of my favorite books! Because, yk, I do read things that aren’t fan fiction. Sometimes. Maybe.
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov - GOTTA START THE BOOK LIST OFF WITH MY FAVORITE BOOK OF ALL TIME, MMHMM! THIS IS SOME GOOD SHIT RIGHT HERE! THIS IS MY BIBLE!!! IT IS ALSO THE REASON I’LL PROBABLY BURN IN HELL ONE DAY!!! But really - everything from the language, to the fairytale-like setting, to the fact that literally every damn word is symbolic to the story, to the darker undertone of the actual story itself - it is, IMO, arguably the most well-written piece of literature in the English language. For those who don’t know: the story is about a man in his thirties who is a self-identified pedophile, and does everything he can to change it, until he meets twelve-year-old Dolores Haze, whom he privately nicknames ‘Lolita’. It is everything I love in a plot; most importantly, it has the element of “not-love” I’ve mentioned before - a.k.a. a story presented as a romance, but is clearly hideous and disgusting at it’s core. My 1st blog on this god-forsaken website was heavily inspired by this book…lol…you guys think I sin now…
Lovely, Dark, Deep by Joyce Carol Oates - My favorite author of all time; her writing inspires half of my own, fan fiction or no. Anything by her is gold, but this is my favorite collection of her short stories. She, too, writes about miserable, haunting, horrible relationships that destroy one another, but is never considered a romance author (her work is considered to be either contemporary fiction or horror). It’s not in this collection, but my favorite story by her is one called “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” about a fifteen year old girl who is seduced by a man implied to be the Devil.
Keturah and Lord Death by Martine Leavitt - Do you like (dark) fairy tales? Do you enjoy having your s O uL cRu shEd? Because I do!!! I petition this book be added to the list of ‘traditional’ fairy tales, right up there with Beauty and the Beast or Snow White, because it honestly deserves it. It’s about a girl who, while looking for a legendary white stag in the forest by her village, gets lost and begins to die. When Death comes for her, she’s reluctant to go, so she tells him a story about a girl (herself) who was destined to have a romance so great, it could overcome Death himself. Intrigued, he lets her live a while longer, in exchange for the end of the story.
