#★ teen wolf

[hrtbrkwthrs]

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

[hrtbrkwthrs]

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Isaac Lahey x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: Allison's cousin doesn't trust easily, but maybe if she lets herself be vulnerable just this once, she could find that some things are worth the risk.

Notes: she/her pronouns, 1 use of y/n, no description of reader. reader is kate argent's daughter, but she doesn't have to resemble kate since she could be adopted, take more after her (unnamed) father, etc. please let me know if you want a part 2!!! Trigger Warnings: slightly traumatic backstory lol (about the same as allison's tbh), reader gets hurt, cuts/blood mentioned

being taught how to wield chinese dagger knives was never really on your to-do list. but when you moved in with your cousin allison, you picked up a few things... to say the least.

it's been two years since your mother died. two years since the pyromaniac, werewolf-killer kate argent was killed in an act of revenge from burning a house to the ground. one filled with innocent lives, supernatural or otherwise.

you always knew your mother was a psycho. it didn't come as a surprise when you heard she passed at the hands of a werewolf she burned nearly to ashes. it was about time for her past to bite her in the ass. she taught you how to use a bow just like your cousin, allison. how to hunt the lives of werewolves, innocent or not. she taught you how to be an argent. and you hated it.

the teachings came with a price. one that, if you were being honest, you weren't really sure she cared about. that price was losing you. as new information came to light, the more you caught on. the more you saw her for who she really was. the more you saw your family for who they really are. and you wanted no part in it. she always knew you were smarter than most.

so kate decided that the risk was worth it, if it meant living on the family name. when she died, you were almost happy to be rid of someone as psychopathic as she. but when you were forced to move in with other family, your uncle chris and aunt victoria, you weren't sure which to be more afraid of. or, at least you would be afraid if you weren't already used to living with a killer.

your aunt victoria and your grandpa gerard both made your life a living hell for the next while, up until victoria died and gerard was put away. they knew you were smart enough not to play their little games. if it wasn't for allison and chris, you'd have been chained to the wall and fed like an animal every day for the rest of your life.

needless to say, you weren't too trusting when it came to your family, and damn sure not when it came to anybody else. allison was the first to gain your trust. it took almost a year for you to finally open up to allison, and she was excited to finally introduced you to all of her friends. or should i say, all of your friends. because it didn't take long for them to take you in as family right alongside allison.

sooner or later, you finally caved and gave your uncle chris a chance. the more you began to open up to him, you realized quickly that he wasn't like your mother or even your aunt victoria. in fact, you've come to like your life in beacon hills, even if it meant battling a giant lizard or a demonic history teacher.

currently, you stood in the woods alongside allison, scott, and isaac – the latter two who were off talking werewolf or some other thing. allison circled the ring of the chinese dagger knife on her finger before grasping the edge with her palm, blade out and ready to cut.

you watched her movements as she performed various tricks with the knife, and tried your best to mimic them.

"you're pretty good at this. you catch on fast," she smiled, nodding in approval.

she tilted her head towards the two boys, "think you're ready to fight one of those two losers?"

you smiled in return. "my pick on isaac," you laughed as she called the boys over.

"is she ready?" scott smiled excitedly, purely just from how proud he was of you. he was almost like a brother, and you were grateful for a friend so supportive.

you and allison both nod. "she wants isaac," allison grinned, looking between the two boys.

isaac, wide-eyed and mouth hung open, nodded slowly. "uh huh... well, c'mon then," he said before backing up, taking off his jacket and tossing it to the side.

you followed suit, positioning yourself in front of isaac with your knifes out and ready to fight. you circled the two ringed knives around each pointer finger before grasping them with fists just loose enough to allow you to swing.

"bring the heat, argent" isaac whispered with a grin.

allison raised her hand in the air, "aaaand... go!" she called out.

isaac wasn't going to fight back, and he'd be careful not to hurt you... but he was going to use his supernatural reflexes to dodge any hit possible.

you swung your first knife at him, faster than you expected. miss. he dodged it quickly, effortlessly.

you swung the other knife, circling the ring around your fingertip as you swiped. the feeling of warm blood splattering across your hand told you that you struck him.

"i let you have that one."

"yeah right," you giggled.

as you stared at the blood on your hand, you cringed. isaac picked up on it quickly, "don't worry. you wont hurt me."

as you practiced your sparring with isaac, scott and allison found their way to the side, watching the two of you. allison called out any time you needed to improve a position or a swipe, and scott crossed his arms with a smile.

"how long before these two just admit it?" scott said.

"oh, i wouldn't count on y/n confessing anytime soon. she swore off love forever when she found out her mom lied about her dad dying. then again when he actually died."

"yeesh," scott didn't know how to reply.

allison looked back to you and isaac. she smiled. "i haven't seen her this happy since that metallica concert dad and i took her to back in middle school."

back on the other side of the field, you stood your ground, ready to continue the practice despite the multiple slashes across isaac's abdomen. the sliced-up shirt was definitely not salvageable.

"hey, do you... maybe wanna go to danny's party with me tonight?" isaac stopped, asking you sheepishly as he tried to hide that he'd overheard allison's words with his keen, heightened senses.

you stopped, looking up, into his eyes. after the initial shock, you smiled. "really?" you asked as if you expected him to be playing some sort of prank. not that he ever would.

"really." isaac replied, a slight smirk across his face as he locked eyes with you.

your smile faded, purely from the trance you found yourself in when looking into his eyes. his icy blue stare swirling around in your mind like a lake.

isaac used the opportunity to blindside you, snatching the blade from your hand and holding your wrist in place. he tossed the knife to the side and smirked at you.

you scoffed through a sarcastic smile. "isaac lahey... i never saw you as a cheater," you teased. your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close he now stood in front of you.

"there's a lot of things you don't know about me," he said with a sly smile.

your guard went up quickly as you took in the small distance between the two fo you. "uh, yeah," were the next words to leave your mouth hesitantly. you pulled your wrists away from isaac's grip, taking a step back to give yourself some space to calm yourself as you tugged at the sleeves of your leather jacket.

at the sudden awkward tension, "we should get going, then," isaac cleared his throat.

ignoring the mildly uncomfortable vibes that rose from isaac's invitation, you walked beside him as the four of you started the hike back out of the woods.

"i didn't hurt you too bad today, did i?" you asked with a small smile, knowing the answer already.

isaac looked over at you, amused. "why, were you trying to?" he smirked.

rolling your eyes, you lightly hit his shoulder in a playful manner. "and why would i ever do that?" you ask, feigning offense.

"oh, i'm just making sure you're not trying to break my little werewolf heart," his palm lands against his chest right where his heart sits underneath, pouting.

you smiled at him, but when your eyes focused back on the trail ahead, you found yourself holding back a frown.

you closed yourself off the minute your father broke your heart by faking his death to go and have another daughter in replacement of you. you closed yourself off the year you started to realize that your mother was a killer.

it took too long for you to let your new friends in. allison isn't even sure if you really have let any of them in at this point. maybe this was your chance. dip your toes in the water, try something new. what's the worst that could happen?

as you arrived back at the apartment with allison, your mind was reeling with anxious thoughts. typically, your emotions didn't show. you were raised to hide them. but allison was raised the same way, and she knows you better than even your own mother ever did.

her hand wraps around your shoulder, gently holding you back. "hey, wait a sec... what's going on with you?"

you turn around to face her. you scoff, "can you just pretend to not see it? for once?"

your words came out harsher than you meant them, but an attempt to push away your feelings all the same.

"hey, i get it. i know what kate did to your head," allison started, but was quickly cut off.

"kate didn't get into my head, she destroyed it before i even had a chance." you snapped, firmly and with an angry frown.

allison threw her hands up in defense, "yeah, you're right. i'm sorry for pushing..." she muttered before brushing past you.

you take a second, sucking in a breath before turning around. "hey, allison, wait."

she stops, reluctantly turning back to face you, visibly frustrated with your stubbornness, but obviously sympathetic.

you sigh, "look, i'm sorry. i know i've been here a few years but i'm still new to all of this, okay? i don't do... feelings. or, at least i didn't used to. but i'm trying my best... i promise i am."

allison nods in understanding. "then what's wrong?"

you frown, shoulders slumping just a little. "isaac asked me to go to danny's party with him tonight..."

allison gasped, trying to hide the smile that crept onto her face. "oh, that's sweet! ...why is that upsetting?" she mumbles, confused.

"because, allison! i don't do this... i don't let people in. i've barely let you in, al. what if he just hurts me like everyone else i've let myself care about? what if... what if i fuck it all up...?"

she gives you a knowing look, one that tells you there's something you're forgetting.

"need i remind you, isaac's got his own set of issues. you two are equally as screwed up as each other." she tries teasing you a bit. it makes you smile.

"you couldn't ruin things with isaac if you tried," she continues. "he's totally into you... and honestly, i think isaac is the last boy in beacon hills that would break your heart... baby, there'll always be something that hurts. if you don't let yourself hurt, make mistakes, feel... you'll never get to experience the really good things that make all that hurt worth it. live a little. let yourself feel."

her words resonate, she always knew the right words to say. you give yourself a second to process them. you smile back, nodding, "thanks, allison."

"so what do you say?" allison grins, "can i help you pick out your outfit?"

you walk through the doors of derek's loft alongside isaac, who picked you up and everything — like a proper date. the party is in full swing, and you can already spot danny making out with ethan in the corner, scott and allison talking to the new girl whom you haven't gotten a name of yet, and aiden attempting to talk to lydia.

"looks like we're late," isaac said, looking over the crowd.

"fashionably late," you replied with a smug grin on your face, walking further into the loft and disappearing into the crowd of people. a smirk spread across isaac's face in return as he watched you walk by, and quickly found himself following close behind you as you sardined yourself in between dancing bodies painted with bioluminescent art.

when you stop amidst the crowd, isaac stops right behind you, leaning down so that his lips are right next to your ear. "should we get painted first?"

you turn around, your eyes fluttering over his face, his lips and up to his own eyes. you nod, "uh, yeah. probably... lead the way?"

isaac gladly takes your hand in his, pulling you through the crowd and over to the painting station. it was a bit outside the sea of people, and only moderately quieter.

"hey, uh..." isaac starts, getting your attention as you spin to look at him. "i'm glad you came with me." he smiles at you, that lopsided grin that he makes when he's being sassy... or when he's flirting. he's made that face to other girls in the halls. you've seen it. the smile makes your heart flutter a little.

you smile in return, only slightly before looking down at his lips, lingering for a moment before stepping away. you take off your shirt, leaving you in a bright purple bralette that illuminated underneath the black lights.

"you wanna keep talking or do you wanna paint my body?"

isaac looks over you, wide-eyed as he takes in the view. "uhh, i wanna paint your body..." he says, almost dumbfounded.

you grin, amused by his reaction. you hand him a paint brush and he gets to paining bright colors across your exposed skin. he paints flowers, adding dotted lines and waves all throughout the art. you used a fingertip to paint your lips a bright pink, and he finished up by adding another flower to your cheek.

"you're a pretty good artist, lahey," you complimented, looking into his eyes fondly.

he smiled in response, "thanks. picked up a few things in art class."

you chuckled, "you actually pay attention in class?" you teased lightly, and he laughed along.

the next few minutes were spent with you tracing a paint brush across isaac's skin. you painted a skeleton along his abs, colored bright blue. you accented his cheekbones with lines of a skull.

when you stepped back to admire your work, isaac took the time to admire you. as your eyes roamed over his body and back up to meet his gaze, he stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. his hand met your waist.

"you're beautiful," he said just loud enough that you could hear him over the music. thank god it was dark, or he might have noticed how your cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. he would have loved to see it.

soon enough, he pulled you back on to the dance floor and the two of you danced for what felt like hours, hands roaming across each other's bodies and only an inch of room between you. things were moving so quick, yet it was as if time had stopped, being here with him.

your fingertips traced along the back of his neck, up and through his curls. as his forhead came to rest against yours, he couldn't help but let out a soft groan when you tugged at his hair. it made you smile.

"everybody out!" suddenly, you were covering your ears as derek roared over the crowd. people scattered quickly, almost knocking others over to get out of the loft. you sighed, pulling away from isaac and already missing his touch as you wondered what derek was doing home. didn't ethan say he was on a trip or something?

after the party was gone, it was just you, allison, isaac, scott, stiles, — the new girl, kira — derek, and aiden standing around. derek started to talk, but you noticed the lack of two faces.

"where's ethan and lydia?"

as the question left your tongue, a group of oni materialized in the loft amidst your group. the werewolves turned, whereas you, allison, kira, and stiles stood back.

as a fight between the werewolves and the oni broke out, you pulled the two chinese ring daggers from each of your boots. allison and stiles both looked at you, almost surprised.

stiles and allison both called your name, neither thought that fighting supernatural creatures such as the oni with purely just daggers was a great idea.

you swiped the blades in the air as you aimed to hit the oni in front of you. you dodged every swing of it's katana, and realized that all you were doing is stalling them. you had no chance of winning this battle. not that you didn't realize it before, but in this moment, it felt a lot more real.

before you could swipe again, the oni wielded it's katana and swung it through the air, the tip of the blade slicing across your shoulder. you let out a scream of pain, and started to fall to the ground.

before you could get very far, the oni put it's hand on the side of your head, it's glowing yellow eyes bore into your soul and you were frozen. (literally and metaphorically i guess)

after a second, it's fingertip swiped along your skin, right behind your ear before the group of oni faded away in front of you. you fell to the ground, your body seizing. you had never felt so cold, and the wound across your shoulder blade singed.

it took seconds for the group to disperse, allison and isaac moving to you while stiles and derek went to find lydia, aiden and scott off to find ethan.

isaac knelt on the ground, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "she's freezing!"

allison grabbed her jacket from her bag and tossed it to isaac, who instantly wrapped the fabric around you.

your breaths came out ragged, and you looked up at isaac, trying to talk. "i-isaac-" you stumbled, but isaac shushed you.

"shh, it's alright," he whispered. that's when he noticed the slash across your shoulder. "shit! allison, she's hurt!"

allison knelt beside you, looking at the wound. "it's not too deep, but we need to get her to the hospital," she responded with a frown. she hid her feelings well, but her teary eyes said all they needed to say. isaac understood. the wound wasn't too deep, but it was deep enough to worry.

as the rest of the group returned to the main area of the loft, lydia and ethan visibly shaken but okay, isaac stood up and wrapped his arms around you, picking you up bridal style. you leaned your head against his chest, still shaking from the cold, or maybe the pain.

"take her to my mom," scott said urgently as he looked over at stiles.

"i'll drive," stiles flipped his keys in his hand, "allison, you coming?"

of course she was. the four of you rushed out to stiles' jeep, isaac setting you in before taking his own seat.

somewhere amidst the chaos, you passed out, and all isaac could do was hold onto your hand and take away some of the pain. he had only just learned how, and he was glad for it.

you woke up to melissa mccall's face as she held pressure on your shoulder, the cut still bleeding. you screamed in pain, but isaac's hand never let go of yours. his touch gave you some bit of relief. tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

"someone get her an IV, we need morphine!" melissa called out, holding you down carefully. you tried your best to stay still as she worked at your wound, holding tightly onto isaac's hand. so tight, you thought you might actually break it. but you knew isaac wouldn't mind anyways. that thought helped ease you a little bit.

as another nurse pricked your skin, inserting an IV into your arm and filling you up with pain meds, it was easier for you to calm down as time went on and the pain began to subside.

melissa cleaned your wound, which was now bleeding at a significantly slower pace. "you're gonna need stitches, it's a pretty deep cut. but it's not too bad." she smiled at you as she grabbed the materials she needed to stitch you up.

"so she'll be alright?" allison stood up, asking melissa.

melissa nodded, "she'll be just fine."

allison felt as if she could finally let out a breath, one she didn't even realize she was holding in. isaac felt the same, as he actually letting out a deep sigh of relief.

as melissa stitched up your shoulder, isaac smiled at you, sitting next to your hospital bed. you smiled back, the morphine clearly working.

"how you feelin'?" isaac asked.

"gooood," you drew out the word, a dope-y smile on your face.

"i bet you do," he chuckled with his words as he watched you, and if you weren't knocked with pain killers, you'd see how much he adored you. with the way his eyes were taking in the sight of you, one might think he was in love.

allison watched between the two of you, and as melissa finished up the stitching, allison stood and excused herself with a small smile. suddenly, it was just you and him.

silence fell between the two of you for a moment before isaac dared to speak. "you know, that was really stupid."

you looked at him, almost shocked by his words. "okay now pipe down, superman," you quipped back with a smile.

"what, you didn't want me to carry you out of there?" isaac teased, "would you rather it have been stiles? scott? maybe even derek himself-" isaac continued, but you cut him off.

"isaac." you said his name, and he immediately stopped to look into your eyes. you gripped his hand as it was still wrapped around yours. "i'm glad that it was you."

isaac looked at you, a silly grin creeping onto his face. "i, uh..." he cleared his throat, "i'm glad it was me, too."

divider credits: @cafekitsune @k1ssyoursister tags: @fclsebnnyodair

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[akutasoda]

helloo aventurine, blade, jing yuan and sunday with a teen reader like ai hoshino?

(reader is a talented and captivating idol/singer, but outside of their idol persona they are sort of empty, trying to understand love and often doing self-destructive things while doing so)

an idols mirage

synopsis - how are they with someone like ai

includes - blade, jing yuan, aventurine, sunday

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 804

blade ★↷

↪he was never one to be into, or even care about idols and celebrities. he saw no appeal in them and rather honestly thought it was a useless thing to care about and so he'd rather not even be aware of such things

↪blade rarely even looked on any kind of social media, only when kafka (or even silver wolf) would send him something and even then he barely paid attention to what was sent to him, so it was always a surprise to anyone that he knew you, one of biggest up and coming idols

↪and blade would definitely have to admit that you were talented. he never saw himself admitting to something like that but there was definitely no doubt that you had an amazing voice that he could easily listen to for hours on end without getting tired of it

↪however, knowing you personally, he quickly noted how quickly that “idol” persona of yours would drop. how you quickly became much more lifeless - almost as if that persona of yours was your whole life and everything else was meaningless in your world

↪if you wanted to learn how to love or even feel emotions, blade certainly was the best person to go to. he wasn't exactly that in touch with his own emotions. however, he could sympathise with your more self-destructive tendencies

↪so he found himself looking out for those small signs and stopping them, they wouldnt do you any good and he knew that better than anyone. but even that small amount of help from him, was enough for you.

jing yuan ★↷

↪again, he barely kept up with that kind of stuff. it never really interested him or even crossed his mind and something to start looking at. so he wasn't exactly all that up to date with anything similar

↪but he would start looking at that kind of world when he first met you, and it was him mainly looking at your stuff and anything that involved you - jing yuan wasn't exactly interested in anyone else and could only be bothered when it came to you

↪but it wouldn't take long before jing yuan would notice how differently you acted in public as opposed to just with him. how emotionally void you were when there wasn't a risk of being seen by anyone else, how self-destructive you could be in your search for proper emotions

↪so he quickly took it upon himself to help you. showing you a life outside of being an idol and more of how to be an actual person, and he definitely wouldn't give up in his endeavor.

aventurine ★↷

↪aventurine hardly was one to keep an eye on the idol/singer world. sure occasionally he may come across something about something that happened but he would never go out of his way to even take a look at that kind of stuff

↪but he would admit that quite a few singers had a lot of talent, and you were one of them. so when he met you, he did know who you were and he definitely would class you in that group

↪but when you did start getting closer to him, he could easily start to recognise the signs of your facade slipping, the one that you wore for public appearance. and he couldn't blame you but it definitely wasn't healthy, nor did he like that look on you

↪aventurine was definitely not the kind to be able to help others that much, he could barely help himself, but he wanted to try. and whether it was down to him doting on you and preventing your self-destructive behaviours or simply helping you be more expressive, he would always try - especially as it may help him more than he would realise

sunday ★↷

↪he first met you through robin, she always knew the best people in that kind of industry and he trusted her judgement - especially when she was so eager to introduce the two of you

↪obviously, he wasn't left disappointed, you were indeed a very talented and amazing singer who definitely had the flair for singing and producing songs that he could listen to for hours - although in his eyes robin would always still be better

↪however it wouldn't take too long for sunday to recognise those signs of that idol persona falling, how in person you were much more empty and rather emotionless. he could understand why however, fame and fortune definitely could always make someone put on a mask

↪although your self-destructive nature was definitely much more concerning. he would end up doting on you and your signs, making sure that that behaviour of yours was reduced as much as possible, and for however long it took.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[daeneryssansa]

so you’re gonna ride your bike to a dance that you’re not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit, or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass? ★ teen wolf, season 1

[drabblesofsmut]

So idk if you take requests or anything but I really like your teen wolf work and was wondering if maybe you could do a stiles x scott little sister reader smut where scott walks in during the act?

Stiles Stilinski | +18

Requests are open

Warning: dirty talk, being discovered.

★★★

You loved when he fucked you like this. This was you favorite position, being sat on his lap with his length deep inside you, moving up and down in little hops, feeling how he sank inside you when you went down.

“fuck, just like that, baby” he moaned, squeezing your ass and helping you to move. His eyes staring at you bouncing breasts.

“fuck, Stiles!” your nails digging in the skin of his shoulders. You were trying to be the quieter you could, Scott wasn't home, but he could arrive from work any time soon.

“god, you're so fucking pretty, I love having you like this, cock-drunk for me” he said hoarsely, his words made you moan

“only for you, stiles” you purred and kissed him.

His hands running all over your body, caressing each part, and squeezing on his favorites. Like your thighs, and your waist, and your hips. God, you drove him crazy.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the door opened, Scott arrived and neither of you noticed it since you were so into each other. Scott was about tu yell that he was home, but a weird noise stopped him. It was like a pounding against the wall.

He went up slowly and confused. Then he opened your room's door.

“STILES?!” he shouted. Stiles covered you with the mattress.

“Scott, get out!” you yelled back at him and he did so.

“what the fuck, guys?!” Scott was still recalculating what he saw. “she's my little sister, Stiles!”

Stiles looked at you nervous, “what do I do?” he whispered to you.

“nothing, just... Let me talk” you responded. “go downstairs, Scott”

“what? No! I won't let you alone”

“really? You kidding me?”

“okay, just... Come down”

“yeah, give us a minute” you said.

“I think you should dress up and go-” you interrupted him with a deep kiss, causing him chills.

You started moving your hips again, making him moan. “shit, baby” he breathed. “you'll be the dead of me”

You smirked, “he can wait a little bit more”

[eepwtf]

(っ EEPWTF’S BOT DUMP ´ཀ`)っ

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🕰️ BOT NAVIGATION .ᐟ ୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️

ARCANE . GLEE . TEEN WOLF . TVD . YELLOWJACKETS . MISC .

ARCANE.

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN.

★ ⌇ cold blooded.

✦ ⌇ not a babysitter.

VIOLET.

★ ⌇ smells like marlboro reds.

✦ ⌇ is she no good?

GLEE.

QUINN FABRAY.

★ ⌇ practice makes perfect.

✦ ⌇ jealousy in a cheer uniform.

SANTANA LOPEZ.

★ ⌇ dumb jock.

✦ ⌇ personal cheerleader.

★ ⌇ varsity jacket blues.

TEEN WOLF.

STILES STILINSKI.

★ ⌇ mx. (rockstar.ᐟuser)

✦ ⌇ werewolf babysitter.

TVD.

DAMON SALVATORE.

★ ⌇ oh, my sweet saint.

✦ ⌇ his little monster. (vamp.ᐟuser)

DAMON & STEFAN.

★ ⌇ brotherly competition.

ELENA GILBERT.

★ ⌇ so needy.

✦ ⌇ stoner & cheerleader.

ELIJAH MIKAELSON.

★ ⌇ risk. (dhampir.ᐟuser)

JEREMY GILBERT.

★ ⌇ joint custody.

✦ ⌇ you only call when you’re out.

★ ⌇ tattoo artist your muse.

KAI PARKER.

★ ⌇ high off you.

KLAUS MIKAELSON.

★ ⌇ a thousand faces of you.

TYLER LOCKWOOD.

★ ⌇ the jock & burnout.

✦ ⌇ cheer capt & star player.

YELLOWJACKETS.

LOTTIE MATTHEWS.

★ ⌇ the prophet.

✦ ⌇ shame is sharp.

★ ⌇ bruises & kisses.

NATALIE SCATORCCIO.

★ ⌇ swinging by her neck.

✦ ⌇ lilies.

★ ⌇ detention buddies.

SHAUNA SHIPMAN.

★ ⌇ the butcher & sacrificial lamb.

MISC.

DEBRA MORGAN.

★ ⌇ stress relief.

✦ ⌇ dirty little attorney.

★ ⌇ your boss.

JILL ROBERTS.

★ ⌇ you’re her auteur.

✦ ⌇ so mean.

NATASHA ROMANOFF.

★ ⌇ brat tamer.

✦ ⌇ housewife, darling.

★ ⌇ she’s very hands on.

✦ ⌇ secretary.ᐟuser.

PETER PARKER.

★ ⌇ awkward little neighbor.

✦ ⌇ spidey & his girl.

RAFE CAMERON.

★ ⌇ highs & lows.

eepwtf’s note; cannot believe i’ve never made a tyler bot(until someone requested one) baffled. his bone structure is unmatched most underrated face card in tvd, & tbh all his crashouts were so valid && funny. but anywho!! i hope you guys enjoy these!!

[twirlymarimo]

twirlymarimo's 2024 year-end zosan fic rec!

after a full orbit around the sun reading zosan fanfics, i decided to make a list of recommendations bringing light to these beautiful pieces of work, whether it made my heart hurt, made me laugh, or just simply hooked to the story. enjoy reading!

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i would give you my heart, i think by fairv it's not finished but the first chapter is an absolute banger. multiple angsty trope in one - canonical character death, pining, miscommunication, friends to lovers, secret dating, what more could you ask for. i constantly find my self thinking about this story and i wish i was patient enough to wait for the finished work. this one deserves a lot more kudos!

homesick by summerofspock another mystery banger from summer! the vibe is twin peaks meets teen wolf and the premise is angsty but fluff is sprinkled here and there to keep our hearts stable.

insiduous by riotoftime and aevv the dynamic duo of the century that brought us tin lover is back with a new world to take over our minds with every update. their synchronized writing style reads like a book, just take a look at the world building in this one. the story is starting to pick up just like the intense dynamic between our two faves.

a heavy heart to carry by inkinmyheart i realized none of the first recs are finished, my bad but this one is! i typically avoid vampire aus because trauma from reading twilight but the concept here is interesting! i always enjoy ptsd sanji and the build up to the ending/reveal was satisfying.

the proposal by brunetta6 a well-written adaptation of the rom-com classic, the proposal. the accurate description of hokkaido brought me back down memory lane when i visited in 2023. hilarious dialogues with a tiny slice of angst makes a perfect pick-me-up read in the winter time.

lost myself when i caught sight of you by thecrownofclowns the sigh i let out after reading this. so hauntingly beautiful, like one of the fics that made me believe zosan is canon lol if this was a song, it would be a house in nebraska by our queen ethel cain

the knight shift by strawhatbougie inspired by THAT photo that circulated the internet, the author brought justice to what the audience wants - sanji in white fishnet leggings.

the mummy by greenyogurtelephant i love movie adaptations as you can see lol i read this on my e-reader in the summer and it was so hilarious, entertaining, and truly fits the essence of zosan. i would suggest to watch the actual movie either before or after reading the fic.

loose ends of the night by veto_power_over_clocks if you like pain like me, the first 4 chapters are all about miscommunication and wanting to smack both of these guys' heads and screaming at them the entire time. zoro POV too which is so rare these days but author delivered!

this post has been deleted. by evils if you love social media au but need it in a written format, this one is for you! a mix of comedy, fluff, and a slice of angst thru miscommunication.

seagrain by fruityumbrella ever thought about what would happen if sanji and zoro find out they've both done the one thing that make up their very core? "you know what, hell yeah," author fruityumbrella said.

thank you for reading if you made it this far! i have way more fics that i liked this year but i only got my account a couple of months ago so i couldn't track the ones i read earlier in the year. i also tried to feature ones that are not from well-known authors but i still had to give credit where it's due ;) thank you to all zosan writers for keeping my mental health stable (or maybe not for adding to my delusions about these two) <3

if you liked any of the fics above, please don't forget to give kudos, comment and bookmark! writers work so hard to give us amazing stories and they take so much time out of their schedules to do so.

if you're interested in more of my fic recs, you can check out my ao3 bookmarks here.

[m30wk1ttycat]

teen wolf masterlist !

› updated: 05.12.24, masterlist w all my other works

★ - masc!reader ☆ - fem!reader ✮ - gn!reader

characters:

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✮ headcanons!

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☆ distracted - studying gone wrong. mdni !!

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

☆ teaching stiles how to give head - mdni !!

..𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ! i lied. no longer writing on this fandom, soz diva

[hrtbrkwthrs]

some teen wolf fans and their fixation with shipping 15-18 year old stiles stilinski with grown ass adult men needs to be studied

[tinyfishtits]

Need a Haircut, doll?

Micah Bell / Gender Neutral Reader

Photo by @red-dead-simp

Summary: Reader notices Micah's had a rough time since returning to camp and decides to pamper him with a haircut.

Word Count: 3,203 Rating: Teen and Up ~ for foul language Author's Note: Fluff and Flirting! I just want to pamper my boy 🥺

★ Read on AO3 ★ ☆ Masterlist ☆

It had only been a few days up at Clemons Point, but I already found myself falling in love with the place. The heartlands had their own charm, sure, but it was hard to beat the picturesque serenity of being by the water. Night was quickly approaching as I lounged on the shore, aimlessly sketching the pillowy clouds that reflected in the expansive mirror of water before me. The graphite lines didn’t do the sunset justice. 

The gravely earth at my back crunched with approaching steps and I turned to see who they belonged to. Micah Bell walked over to a tree a few yards away and leaned against it with a deep drawn out sigh. I’d only interacted with him a few times since he showed up at camp after the move, and even though the majority of the camp seemed to despise him… I kind of pitied him. 

He was obviously an outsider. Even though he played it off like he was a lone wolf I could tell he craved connection. Always provoking people, trying to get reactions out of those that would otherwise ignore him… I could only guess the kind of upbringing he had to have him put up so many defensive walls to keep people out.

Either unaware or just indifferent to my presence, he started grumbling about Mary Beth. I’d noticed her shoot him down on a few occasions, just like every other woman he flirted with. But today she’d really got to him. He was mumbling about her ‘damn smarmy romance books’ giving her all types of unattainable expectations. Upon further eavesdropping, I deduced that he had asked her to dance and been rejected. 

He reached for a stick at his feet and unsheathed his knife to start whittling away at it, still mumbling under his breath. The sun had dipped below the horizon at this point, bringing an end to my doodling. With the darkness came the cold. I hadn’t brought a jacket and the chilled breeze that wafted up from the water was already making me shiver. I wanted to head back to camp but, glancing over at Micah, I wondered if he’d be upset at me for eavesdropping on him… 

“Are you okay?” I broke the silence, which got a startled grunt from Micah as his head whipped around to me, still sitting on the ground, partially concealed by the large rock I leaned against. He gathered his composure quickly and hit me with one of his usual sleazy retorts. 

“Why darlin’? You wanna come over here and make me feel good ?” His southern drawl dragged on the last word. 

“Not as lewdly as you’re implyin'.” I said, getting up and walking over to him. From what I’d heard from the others, he’d been locked away awaiting the noose up in Strawberry until Arthur broke him out. Spent a month camping up in the mountains before showing his face back here earlier this week. All that time out in the wilderness was obvious on his appearance. His hair had grown out past his shoulders, the stubble on his chin threatened to turn his mustache into a full on beard, and his entire body was caked in layers of dirt and dust. Micah let out a low hum as he watched me inspect him. 

“I have somethin’ in mind” I finally said, to which his brows raised. His light blue eyes peeked out from the brim of his hat and I reached out to tip it up, revealing more of his face. He seemed wary at first, his body stiffening as I got closer to him, but he didn’t stop me. 

“Oh yeah?” He said, his tone attempting to reach its typical tinge of cockyness, but it came out a bit too breathy to accomplish it. After a hard swallow, he continued, “What did you have in mind, doll?”  I ran my fingers through a lock of hair that cascaded over his jaw and down to his collarbone. His eyes followed the movement and I could hear his breath hitch at the unexpected contact as my fingers brushed against the exposed skin on his chest.   

“That I could cut your hair.” I said, tugging lightly on the strand I was playing with. A laugh burst out of him and he seemed to regain his normal air of arrogance. 

“What makes you think I’d trust you with a blade by my neck?” He said, a grin plastered on his face. His stick and blade were forgotten at his side now and I took advantage of his distraction to slip the knife out of his hand and throw it quickly at the tree beside us. The blade landed snuggly, smack in the middle of the trunk with a satisfying ‘thud’. 

“Cause doll” I said, taking his hat off and placing it on my head, “If I wanted to kill ya, I would have done it already.” The corner of his mouth twitched up at that, and before he could come up with a retort I started off back to camp. “Meet me by the fire when you’re done strokin’ your stick!” I yelled back to him. A low chuckle rang out behind me as I walked away. 

I had always loved doing things for people. It was a gift and a curse. The feeling of helping somebody with a task big or small, taking a weight off their shoulders, surprising them with something they needed - that feeling was close to the best in the world. But it also meant I often found myself putting other people's needs and wants before my own. I would work myself into the ground if it meant someone else got to take a break, go above and beyond for the simplest tasks… and that’s how I found myself boiling water at the scout fire with the hope of giving a disgruntled outcast the best goddamn haircut he's ever had. 

“All this for me?” He said, sauntering over to the log I sat on and eying the various supplies I’d gathered for the task at hand; scissors, comb, powdered shampoo, towel and a pot of water. 

“Mmhm.” I hummed, starting to feel a bit embarrassed about all the effort I was going to. I kept my eyes on the fire as he sat beside me, holding the glass of shampoo in his hand. 

“You gonna give me a bath?” He asked. I could feel my cheeks flush at the implication and hoped the heat of the fire camouflaged it enough that he wouldn’t notice. 

“I was rather hopin’ you’d keep your clothes on for this.” I said, removing the small pot of water from the fire as the first bubbles started to spring to the surface. I dumped it into the larger pot of cool lake water I'd collected and dipped my hand in to test the temperature. It was warm enough that my skin reddened at the touch, but not too hot. “Perfect.” I continued, collecting the supplies in my arms and nodding at the pot of water, “Grab that and follow me.” 

I led him back down to the lake and had him set the water beside the large boulder I had rested against earlier. He waited patiently for me to set up my supplies. When I was ready, I patted the flat top of the boulder and motioned him over. “Okay, lie down.” I ordered. He glanced between me and the rock skeptically, but relented with a grunt and came over to sit on it. 

Standing behind him, I pulled him down by the shoulders to lay flush against the rock. “Scoot toward me so your head hangs off the edge a bit.” I said, tugging at his shoulders until he obeyed. 

“You sure are a bossy one ain't ya?” He said, to which I gave him a soft laugh in acknowledgement. With his head resting in my hands, I knelt down beside him, the vat of water nestled between my legs. Taking cup-fulls of the warm water, I began pouring them over his hair. I could feel him relax into my hand as I went. “Damn that feels good.” He admitted with a whistle. I laughed, he was so easily pleased. 

“Ain’t even got to the good part yet.” I said, sprinkling some powdered shampoo in his hair. It was my own stash, something I was gifted by an herbalist out in Cumberland Forest after I’d helped him find some sage, which is what the shampoo smelt of. I personally loved the scent, it wasn’t too floral or perfumy, it had a nice earthy musk about it that just felt so natural. 

The moment my fingers started massaging into his scalp he let out a gravely moan, followed by a string of expletives as my hands continued to travel around his head, kneading out the tension at the base of his skull. “ Fuck darlin’.” His voice came out in a whisper. I gave him a generous head massage, lathering his long hair far more than was really necessary. But the poor man seemed so peaceful for once, I wanted to make it last. 

I dipped a hand in the water between my legs, checking it hadn't gone cold before I rinsed his hair. Luckily it was still lukewarm. I slowly began washing the suds out of his hair, and with it an obscene amount of grime. Did this man sleep in the dirt? Once his hair was clean I bundled it up in my towel and gently wrung it out. Micah didn’t move a muscle or make a sound while I worked. 

Seeing as he was being so cooperative I decided to go ahead and comb through his hair before having him get up. Working as gently as possible with his - not so surprisingly -  tangled mess of hair, it took a good half hour to get it all smoothed out. He let out a few soft grunts during the process but was otherwise quiet. When I was finally done, I patted him on the shoulder and stood up. My legs tingled a bit having kneeled in an awkward position for almost an hour, but with a few testing stretches they calmed. 

I expected Micah to get up or at the very least say something, but he was completely still. I leaned over him and noticed he was dead asleep. His mouth hung crookedly agape and his eyes fluttered under his lids. I almost didn’t want to wake him, but I knew sleeping strewn out on a rock with his neck hung over the edge would be a bitch of a position to wake up in come morning. Still, I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it. 

It hit me then that I'd never actually seen him asleep before. I hadn’t seen him much anyway, sure, but the few days he’d been at camp I couldn’t recall one moment he had so much as shut his eyes. He was always moving, pacing around, polishing his guns, going off to smoke or widdle… but never sleep. He was the last one at the fire before I went to bed and the first up in the morning making coffee.

Without thinking, my hand reached out and lightly caressed his sleeping face. His skin was surprisingly smooth for how rough he appeared. My fingers traced along his thick blond facial hair, brushing down to the scar on his chin, just barely visible beneath the stubble. He looked so peaceful. His hand shot up suddenly and grabbed my wrist, holding it in place at his jaw. I let out a gasp at the quick movement. My eyes met his and he seemed to relax, realizing where he was, but he still kept a hold of me. 

“Sorry doll.” He said, his voice heavy with sleep. “Didn’t mean to startle ya.” The hand that gripped my wrist slid down into my palm and bought my knuckles up to meet his lips. He gave my hand a soft, scratchy kiss before sitting up with a groan and jumping off the rock to stretch his limbs.  I was taken back by how beautiful he was in the moonlight. 

His normally golden blonde hair was darkened with moisture, falling over his broad shoulders in shiny wisps. He was a nicely built man, the perfect inbetween of muscle and thickness. I could tell he was strong and sturdy, but soft as well. Not like Arthur or Charels who were mountains of men and muscle that towered above you and seemed like they could kill someone with a single punch. Michas strength was more subtle. Someone at first glance you’d think you could pretty easily take in a fight, but his quickness and dexterity would soon prove you wrong. 

“Are ya tired? I can cut your hair tomorrow if you’d rather go to bed.” I said, trying to shield the blush burning on my cheeks under the brim of his hat. He was silent for a moment before closing the distance between us and pushing the hat up with his thumb. 

“You offering to go to bed with me?” He smirked. My cheeks were on fire now and I was sure he could tell, as his smirk grew into a full on beaming smile. He let out a chuckle and tapped the brim of the hat so it sunk back down over my face. “I’m just messin with ya darlin’. Like seein ya get all red.” A part of me hoped he wasn't jokin’ around. The kiss he’d given my hand still tingled, and mixed with his flirtatious words I felt a warm churning in the pit of my stomach. 

I let out a sigh, trying to exhale the tension that was building up under my skin to no avail. “Sit down, would ya?” I gestured back to the rock beside us and he did as I asked. I brushed through his hair once more, evening it out. “How short ya want it?” I asked, taking the long strands that framed his face in my fingers. 

He hummed, his lids drooping the more I touched his hair. I took the ends of one strand between two fingers and held it up to him, about two inches of hair poking out at the ends. “That okay?” 

“As long as ya don't go cuttin’ all my hair off darlin’, it’s okay.” He said, closing his eyes and letting me work. I started snipping away at his hair, trimming it just enough that it still grazed his shoulders. The long look really fit him, though his features were sharp and strong enough I was sure he’d look just as good with a really short cut. 

“Have you always had long hair?” I asked. He hummed in thought for a moment. 

“No.” Was all he said, short and firm, like the topic wasn’t something he wanted to dip into. 

“Hm.” I said, and decided to push my luck. “Is this the longest your hair’s ever been?” He started to turn his head to look at me but I put a firm palm on his scalp and kept him in place. “Don’t move.” 

“Why so many questions?” He grunted. I didn’t answer at first, letting the silence around us fill with the rhythmic snipping of hair. 

“I’m just curious about ya is all. Seems the only thing anyone here knows about you is that you're an ass.” I admitted. 

“You been askin’ about me darlin’?” I could feel a grin stretch across his cheeks and circled around to face him. His smile softened as I got closer, my eyes flickering back and forth across his face as I lined up each side of his hair with my fingers to make sure they were even. I was so close to him I could feel his warm breath brush across my lips. 

“I- Um, I think that’s good.” I said, a little flustered by how close we were, my hands lingering in the hair on either side of his face. He reached up and took my wrists in his grasp, holding them in place. 

“Why you bein’ so nice to me?” He asked, his brow furrowing a bit as his steely blue eyes bored into mine. 

“Look who’s got all the questions now.” I said, trying to mask the breathlessness in my voice. He didn’t move, waiting for a genuine answer. “I- I’m nice to everyone, Micah. Why would I treat you any different?” This answer seemed to suffice and he let go of my wrists, standing up with a huff. Not that he’d ever admit it, but I got the feeling that he wanted me to be treating him different from the rest of the gang. 

The moon was a halo behind him as he stood an arms length away. He wasn’t as tall as the other men in camp, but he still had a few inches on me. He was dusted in loose strands of hair and I reached out tentatively to brush them off, approaching him more slowly than normal as he seemed to have a habit of gripping my wrists in reflex to any sudden movement. 

He let me approach, brushing my hands over his shoulders and chest to rid him of the scratchy remnants of hair. I circled him, making sure to get the hair that coated the back of his shirt. My hands lingered a bit as I brushed over the muscles on his back, feeling the dip between his shoulder blades and the tension so evident in the long muscles that stretched down from his neck. 

“You know, I’ve never seen ya sleep before today” I said, resting my hands on his back and feeling the deep breath he took. His body moved under my palms as he turned to face me, my hands now on his bare chest, unwilling to move away from his warmth. He locked eyes with me for a long moment, searching for words. I’d heard him say something along the lines of ‘sleep is for the weak’ before, and wondered if he would give me the same retort. 

“If ya keep touchin’ me like this, it may not be the last time.” He said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. I smiled back at him, giving the furry skin of his chest a squeeze before I reached up and removed his hat from my head. I placed it onto his hair, cleaner now than I'm sure it’d ever been. Another breeze wafted up from the water and brushed through his hair, carrying the scent of sage to my nose. Having my smell on him sent its own chill down my spine, erupting in a burst of electricity between my legs. 

My mind went hazy with warmth as his eyes continued to burrow into my own. Not knowing what to say, I simply leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. I could feel his skin burn under my lips. “Night Micah.” Was all I said as I gathered my things and started off back to camp, leaving him blushing and still as a statue on the shore.

★ Read Chapter 2

[katherinewinchester13]

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CROSSOVER AU Teen Wolf/The Addams Family

Words:10,717

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✨SHIPS✨

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski

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The Hales have just moved in next door to the Stilinskis. Needless to say, there’s something a bit...off.

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[sunjaesol]

URL change: lydias--stiles -> sunjaesol

ophelia ᯓ★ in my 20s ᯓ★ focus on teen wolf, julie and the phantoms & popular k-dramas ᯓ★ fashion snob

misc blog: @ophelia-coeur ᯓ★ k-pop blog: @lee-sanghyeok ᯓ★ my ao3

[nervocat]

NERVOS HALLOWEEN EVENT !!

It's the month of October, and I've decided to host an event!! I will post my own fics, but you may also request some from me until Oct. 15th so I have time to still write and post them during this month. Interested? More rules can be found below!

SEC. 1 — REQUEST RULES !!

Reqs are open from the 1st of October to the 15th of October. I will only take reqs from the fandoms twst and hsr, as those are the only two I feel like writing for as of now. The rules are as usual, no nsfw, and there won't exactly be dark themes in what I'll be willing to write, but it's not like my usual works, if that makes any sense. Just nothing absurd or not within my rules. I'll deny reqs if I feel inclined to. Only request one fic at a time, but mutuals can request two at a time. You can request any kind of Halloween related creature, I don't care what it is. As always, you can req platonic/romantic and male/gn reader content.

SEC. 2 — FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS !!

TWST: Riddle, Cater, Trey, Deuce, Ace, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Epel, Rook, Vil, Rollo

HSR: Dan Heng (+ IL), Stelle/Cealus, Blade, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Firefly, Huohuo, Tingyun, Bailu, Yanqing, Yunli, Moze, Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Lingsha, Argenti, Acheron, Dr. Ratio, Aventurine, Sunday, Robin, Black Swan, Boothill, Gallagher

[ ♱ . If you think the hsr section looks smaller, it is. I narrowed it down to only the characters I want to write for in this event, and the twst section is unfortunately missing characters bc I'm still not caught up fully — sorry if you want to req for characters that aren't available for hsr or twst ]

SEC. 3 — WHAT I'LL BE WRITING !!

. my own ideas that I want to write this month, I will add on to this as I think of more to write (you'll notice a pattern.. um)

1. — vampire!reader x rook (romantic) . “Your fangs look as sharp and beautiful as ever, mon chérie d'amour.” (1.0k wc)

2. — vampire!reader x blade (romantic) . “I don't care, take as much as you need. I won't die forever anyways — ravage me.” (1.0k wc)

SEC. 4 — REQUEST LINE UP !! (5/5)

1. — ghost!reader x blade (platonic) . “Why do you insist on following me around and trying to scare me all the time? Doesn't that ever get boring to you?” (355 wc) (req by anon)

2. — ghost!reader x riddle (platonic) . “Well, you aren't bothering anyone, so I'll let you be.” (337 wc) (req by @/h2llish)

3. — scarecrow!rook x reader (romantic/platonic) . “I will do just that, roi de l'agriculture! Though, a frown doesn't look good on you.” (372 wc) (req by @/h2llish)

4. — vampire!teen!reader x blade (platonic) . “Me and the others were just talking about how.. since you're just a teen, we could.. live in your castle with you? Assist in your needs?” (408 wc) (req by anon)

5. — smth with Gallagher (probably platonic) . “..” (? wc) (red by 🥫 anon (kamé))

♱ . I believe that is all for this event, this post will update throughout the month. I hope you have fun this October and that you have fun with requesting and reading for this event!

★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦

[star-girl-05]

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ᑎEᗯEᔕT ᑭOᔕT: ᕼIGᕼ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ (ᗰIKE ᖇOᔕᔕ)

♥ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ нσυѕє ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩ♥

~JAMES WILSON~

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ᗷEᗪᕼEᗩᗪ: OᑎE, TᗯO, TᕼᖇEE, ᖴOᑌᖇ

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ᑎEᗯ YEᗩᖇᔕ ᖇEᔕOᒪᑌTIOᑎᔕ

YOᑌ'ᖇE ᕼIᖇEᗪ

TᕼE ᗷET

ᗰOᖇIᑎ'

ᒪOᐯIᑎG YOᑌ ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩᖴᗩᖇ

ᕼOᑎEYᗰOOᑎ

ᒪOᐯE ᕼᗩᑎᗪᒪEᔕ

GᖇEEᑎ Oᖇ ᖇEᗪ

TOGETᕼEᖇ ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ??

ᑭOᔕITIᐯE Oᖇ ᑎEGᗩTIᐯE

ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼

~RAFE CAMERON~

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ᗪOᑎ'T ᗰᗩKE ᗰY ᗰIᔕTᗩKEᔕ

ᕼEᗩT ᗯᗩᐯE

TIGEᖇ KIᔕᔕEᔕ

TE᙭TIᑎG ᑭᖇᗩᑎK

~JJ MAYBANK~

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TOO ᕼOT

ミ☾ Teen Wolf ☽彡

~STILES STILINSKI~

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GᗩᗰE ᑎIGᕼT

ᗯEᖇE ᗪᗩTIᑎG?

KᑎIGᕼT Iᑎ ᔕᕼIᑎIᑎG ᗩᖇᗰOᑌᖇ

ᑭᖇOTEᑕTIᐯE (ᗯEᖇEᗯOᒪᖴ) ᗷᖇOTᕼEᖇ

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~TOM RIDDLE~

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ᑎIGᕼT TIᗰE ᗩᗪᐯEᑎTᑌᖇEᔕ

~OLIVER WOOD~

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ᔕᑕOᖇE ᖴOᖇ GᖇYᖴᖴIᑎᗪOᖇ

~DRACO MALFOY~

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ᗰY ᗩᔕTᖇOᑎOᗰEᖇ

ᕼᗩᑭᑭY ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY!!

ᔕTᖇᗩᑎGEᖇ TᕼIᑎGᔕ

~STEVE HARRINGTON~

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ᑕOᑕK ᗷᒪOᑕKIᑎG

ᗪEᔕIGᑎᗩTEᗪ ᗪᖇIᐯEᖇ

ᵀʰᵉ ⱽᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ ᴰⁱᵃʳⁱᵉˢ

~KOL MIKAELSON~

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ᗰY ᗪᗩᖇᒪIᑎG ᗷᒪOOᗪ ᗷᗩG

ᖇO��KᔕTᗩᖇ

ᗰᗩᗰᗩ I'ᗰ Iᑎ ᒪOᐯE ᗯITᕼ ᗩ ᑕᖇIᗰIᑎᗩᒪ

ʙʙᴄ ꜱʜᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ

~JIM MORIARTY~

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EᐯEᑎTᖴᑌᒪ

ᗰIᑎE

~SHERLOCK HOLMES~

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E᙭ᑭEᖇIᗰEᑎT

ᑭᗩYᑕᕼEᑕK

𓆩Ҟīłłēɍꞩ𓆪

~WILL GRAHAM~

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ᔕᗩᖴE ᔕᑭᗩᑕE

~BRAHMS HEELSHIRE~

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ᖇEᗩᗪY Oᖇ ᑎOT

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ

~BARRY ALLEN~

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ᖴᖇᗩᑌᗪᑌᒪEᑎT KIᔕᔕ

╰•★★ EDWARD NORTON★★•╯

~BRIAN FINN~

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ᑕᒪEᖇGY ᗰEᑎ ᗪO IT ᗷETTEᖇ

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ NICHE CHARACTERS I LOVE ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

~CRUISE (RSL)~

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ᑎEᗯᒪY ᗪIᔕᑕOᐯEᖇEᗪ ᗪEᔕIᖇEᔕ

~DENNIS REYNOLDS~

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OᖴᖴIᑕEᖇ ᖇEYᑎOᒪᗪᔕ

~MIKE ROSS~

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ᕼIGᕼ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ

~𝚂𝚌-𝚏𝚒~

~DOCTOR WHO~

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I ᒪIKE ᒪIKE YOᑌ

~RICK SANCHEZ~

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ᑎIGᕼT, ᗷᗩᗷY

ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ ᗰE

[marrziy]

★. O que pedir?

✦: Não imponho grandes restrições quanto ao tipo ou gênero de história; lido com fluffy, romance, drama, terror, dark, angústia e hot. Só não estou muito familiarizado com fantasia e tramas de época.

Aqui, a gente vai do romance fofo de dar dor de dente à angústia latente do relacionamento mais tóxico com a maior naturalidade. Portanto, não tenham receio de fazer algum pedido. De qualquer forma, o máximo que posso fazer é não fazer (???).

Aqui vai uma lista bem completinha com obras que conheço e/ou tenho mais afinidade para escrever (mas podem pedir qualquer outro conteúdo! esses são apenas exemplos prioritários).

🎬: FILMES

‣       AÇÃO & AVENTURA:

. Marvel e DC

. Aranhaverso

. Maze Runner

. Bullet Train

. Top Gun: Maverick

. Duna

. Gladiador II

. Twisters

. Harry Potter

. Jogos Vorazes

. Avatar

. Kick-Ass

. Inception

. A Origem dos Guardiões

. Uncharted

. The Fall Guy

                         

‣       DRAMA & ROMANCE:

. Saltburn

. Challengers

. Anyone But You

. Vermelho, Branco e Sangue Azul

. Clube da Luta

. Aftersun

. O Diabo de Cada Dia

. Me Chame Pelo Seu Nome

. Donnie Darko

. Verão de 85

. Triângulo da Tristeza

. Entre Facas e Segredos

                         

‣       TERROR & SUSPENSE:

. Scream

. Boneco do Mal

. Psicopata Americano

. Halloween (original, H20 e remakes)

. A Casa de Cera

. Dark Harvest

. It - a Coisa

. Verão de 84

. O Telefone Preto

. Rua do Medo

. O Massacre da Serra Elétrica (original e remake)

. Sexta Feira 13 (original e remake)

. Alien: Romulus

. Marrowbone

. Um Lugar Silencioso

. Premonição

. Hellraiser (2022)

. Thanksgiving

. Fear

. The Passenger

. X, Pearl e Maxxxine

. Sala Verde

. A Bolha Assassina

. A Hora do Espanto (original e remake)

. Eu Sei O Que Vocês Fizeram no Verão Passado

. A Babá

. Olhos Famintos

. 16 Facadas

. Sorria

. Invocaverso

. Fresh

📺: SÉRIES

‣       GERAL:

. Outer Banks

. Euphoria

. Shameless

. The Boys

. Heartbreak High

. Heartstopper

. Pacificador

. The Umbrella Academy

. A Casa do Dragão

. Young Royals

. Fellow Travelers

. Cobra Kai

. Loki

. Cavaleiro da Lua

. Falcão e o Soldado Invernal

. Deadly Class

. Elite (temporadas 1, 2, 3 e 8)

                         

‣       TERROR, SUSPENSE & SCI-FI:

. American Horror Story

. Stranger Things

. Supernatural

. Missa da Meia-Noite

. The Last of Us

. Scream: the tv series

. Grotesquerie

. Chucky

. You

. Teen Wolf

. Hannibal

. The Vampire Diaries

. A Queda da Casa de Usher

. A Maldição da Mansão Bly

. A Maldição da Residência Hill

                         

‣       ANIMAÇÕES:

. Arcane

. Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

. X-Men '97

. Hazbin Hotel

. Helluva Boss

. Invencível

. Fionna e Cake

. A Casa da Coruja

. She-Ra e as Princesas do Poder

. Star vs. As Forças do Mal

🎭: ATORES

(também abrange os personagens que interpretam)

. Drew Starkey

. Glen Powell

. Tom Holland

. Aaron Taylor-Johnson

. Austin Butler

. Jacob Elordi

. James McAvoy

. Harris Dickinson

. Hugh Jackman

. Paul Mescal

. Pedro Pascal

. Andrew Garfield

. Alexander Skarsgård

. Bill Skarsgård

. Ryan Gosling

. Michael B. Jordan

. Dev Patel

. Dylan O'Brien

. Joseph Quinn

. Idris Elba

. Jake Gyllenhaal

. Kyle Gallner

. Spike Fearn

. Timothée Chalamet

. Louis Partridge

. Robert Pattinson

. Ethan Hawke

. John Krasinski

. Jack Quaid

. Brad Pitt

. Marco Pigossi

. Chay Suede

. Tom Hiddleston

. Sebastian Stan

. Chris Hemsworth

. Chris Evans

. Jensen Ackles

. Devon Sawa

. Miles Teller

. Matt Bomer

                           

♡.       XODÓS    F: Scream, Challengers, Aranhaverso, Saltburn e Halloween. S: Outer Banks, Stranger Things, American Horror Story, Euphoria e Arcane. A: Alexander Skarsgård, Harris Dickinson, Andrew Garfield, Glen Powell e Drew Starkey.