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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.23

Word Count: 2,648

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Melissa McCall, Noah Stilinski, Matt, Jackson Whittemore, Gerard Argent (mentioned), Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader; Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff, cliffhanger, near death

A/N: ----

Masterlist Series Masterlist

“You’re getting a phone call,” Derek groaned, laying in your bed.

You hung up the call, turning back to face Derek as he had his arms around your waist.

“Who was it?” he whispered.

“Doesn’t matter,” you closed your eyes, leaning onto his chest.

Your phone began to ring again as you groaned, slightly frustrated.

“Please, just answer it,” he sighed.

You saw Scott’s name flash in the caller ID as you answered.

“Dude, it’s like 4 in the morning, why the hell are you calling me?” you yawned.

“First, it’s not 4, it’s almost 10,” Scott started.

“What?!” you shrieked, jumping out of bed.

“What? What is it?” Derek exclaimed, sitting up.

“Shit. I-I’ll talk to you at school,” you exclaimed, hanging up the call.

“I’m late,” you replied, quickly putting on your clothes.

“You don’t need to go to school. Aren't you graduating in like a month or something?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, but with Gerard as principal, and all those two-year-olds there, I need to make sure I’m supervising,” you said, grabbing your bag.

“Okay then. How do you feel?” Derek asked softly.

He put his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” you smiled softly. You turned to face him, pressing your lips against yours.

“Let yourself out whenever, I’ll see you later,” you stroked his cheek as he nodded before you walked out of your apartment.

---

“Are you going to Lydia’s birthday party tonight?” Stiles asked you.

“No, there’s a full moon tonight. Scott, are you going? Wait… isn't there a kanima lose?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, but...” Stiles started.

You paused, turning to face him.

“It's Lydia’s birthday,” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, okay, have fun,” you scoffed slightly.

“Scott, how are you feeling?” you asked.

“I feel normal. I think I finally learned control,” Scott said proudly.

“That's good news,” you ruffled his hair, as he groaned in annoyance.

“You messed up my hair,” he sighed.

“It looks fine. I gotta get to class, see you later,” you waved to them, before walking away.

----

“What are you doing here?” Derek asked, slightly alarmed as you walked into the subway.

“There's a full moon tonight, thought you’d need help with Isaac, Boyd, and Erica,” you replied, hearing your phone ring.

You declined the call, before putting your phone on silent.

“Who was it?” Derek asked.

“Doesn't matter,” it was only the 10th time that day that Chris had called you.

“Okay… I don't need any help,” Derek replied.

“You and me both know that's a lie,” you crossed your arms.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Derek started.

“I'll be fine,” you replied.

“They’re three wolves.”

“They’re all betas.”

“It's still their first shift, they're stronger than a normal beta.”

“You can’t handle three wolves on your own.”

“Yes, I can. I’m the alpha.”

“Okay but you still have to control your own shift.”

“Stop arguing!” Derek exclaimed, getting irritated.

“I’m not arguing! I’m just replying to your dumb remarks!” you replied.

Derek scoffed, crossing his arms.

“I swear to god,” you heard him whine as you smirked, putting your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m not leaving,” you shook your head.

“Fine,” you smiled softly, pressing your lips against his.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of your head. Derek deserved better.

You're toxic

You shook your head, taking a deep breath, before you put your hand on his waist, leading him into the subway.

---

The night didn’t go as easy as you expected, but you weren’t sure what you were expecting either with three wolves. Four if you count Derek.

“We’re gonna need some more help,” Derek sighed.

“Call Scott,” you said.

He dialed his number, leaving him a voicemail.

You heard a loud clang, as you walked onto the train.

“Oh my god… Derek,” your eyes went wide as you saw Erica and Boyd break free from their chains.

“Crap.”

---

“Saepem coici,” you recited a spell, forming a barrier between you, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd.

“That’s not gonna hold,” Derek started.

“Do you have a better solution?!” you used all your power, trying to hold the barrier as the three of them screamed out.

“Run. Get out of here,” Derek yelled.

“I’m not leaving you!” you felt blood drip from your nose as you continued holding the barrier.

Isaac growled, jumping out the window, shattering it.

“Isaac!” you jumped back, losing your focus.

“Crap!” Derek yelled.

You jumped back, as Erica jumped at you.

Boyd grabbed Derek, throwing him across the train.

This was gonna be fun.

---

You fell over, feeling Erica’s claws dig through your skin.

“Mittent,” you recited a spell, throwing her back as you pushed yourself up.

Her eyes were yellow as she growled, running towards you. You ducked down, reaching for her leg before using your strength to pull it up, seeing her fall in front of you.

“Somnum,” the yellow faded from her eyes before she closed them.

You looked up, seeing Isaac run to Derek, pulling Boyd off of him, and pinned him down, before knocking him out.

You stood up shakily as Derek tied Erica.

“Are you okay?” you ran to Derek, scanning the claw marks over his body.

“I’ll heal. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“You’re bleeding,” he pointed out.

“It’s not that deep. I’m fine,” you were out of breath as you reached for his hand, pulling him up.

“I’ll get some band-aids for you. Just wait here,” you nodded as Derek walked away.

You sat on the bench, taking a deep breath.

“Isaac, you found control,” you laughed softly, out of breath as you leaned on the seats.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” he was still in his wolf form, trying to control his breathing.

“What was your anchor?” you asked.

“You,” he replied.

“Me?”

“You’ve helped me with everything for so long, you’re always there for me. You’re my best friend,” he said.

You gave him a tight hug.

“God, where’s Derek?” you sighed, walking out of the train.

“Derek?” you called out, getting no reply.

He was gone.

You got out your phone, dialing his number before getting a call from Stiles.

“Stiles?” you asked.

“(Y/N)! We know who’s in charge of the kanima! It’s Matt!” he yelled.

“What? How do you know?” you replied, shocked.

“I’ll tell you later. How fast can you get to the police station?” Stiles asked.

“Uhm,” you paused, looking back to Isaac.

He nodded softly.

“I’m on my way.”

---

“Stiles?” you called out, noticing the front desk at the station unusually empty.

You looked confused, feeling a slight pang of fear in your heart. You felt pain in your stomach, bleeding slowly. Erica’s claws went deeper than you thought they did.

“Stiles?” you walked further into the station, looking for Stiles.

“Scott?” you opened the door to Stilinski’s office, as you froze, seeing a gun pointed at Stiles.

“Matt?” you said.

“Oh, hey (Y/N), what brings you here?” he asked as if nothing was happening.

“Matt put the gun down,” you said calmly.

“Mmm, no. You shouldn’t have called her here, you know,” he shrugged.

“Di-” you started, reciting a spell quietly, as he cocked the gun, pointing it at Noah.

“Stop!” Stiles yelled at you.

You froze, staying quiet.

“If anyone does anything, I’ll shoot him. Right now,” Matt yelled.

“You don’t need to shoot anyone!” you exclaimed.

“All four of you, come with me. Go!” he yelled.

The four of you walked out of the office, walking carefully to the cells.

---

Sheriff Stilinski is safe, now or never, (Y/N)

You took a deep breath, reciting the spell.

“Ligabis eum,” you said, your eyes glowing purple.

Matt laughed softly, as it had no effect. You looked at him, confused and scared as you took a deep breath.

“How...” you started.

“Hawthorne has more purposes than you’d think,” he explained, with a smile on his face.

Oh, shit

You winced as you felt claws go into the back of your neck, as your body went limp. It was Jackson.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles exclaimed, about to run to you.

“Don’t move!” he yelled, aiming the gun at Stiles.

You heard a car engine, and saw headlights, as a car parked at the front.

“Sounds like your mom’s here, McCall,” Matt said.

“Matt, don’t do this. When she comes to the door, I’ll just tell her to leave. I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything! Please, Matt,” Scott begged.

“If you don’t move, now, I’m gonna kill Stiles first and then your mom,” Matt said.

Stiles and Scott walked alongside Matt, looking back at your paralyzed body.

“Open it,” you heard Matt say.

Your eyes watered slightly, as you heard Mellissa’s steps come closer to the door.

“Please, Matt,” Scott’s eyes watered.

“Open the door,” Scott took a deep breath, opening the door, as Derek stood in front of him.

He exhaled sharply, before tensing up as Derek fell to the floor in front of him, while Jackson stood behind him in Kanima form.

My hero

---

“Okay, come on,” Jackson dragged your legs, putting you next to Derek.

“You see, I’ve learned a thing or two. Werewolves, kanimas, witches, hunters. It’s like a Halloween party every freaking full moon,” Matt started.

“Except for you, Stiles. What are you supposed to be?” Matt asked, and Derek laid next to you.

“Where the hell did you go?” you whispered.

“Lydia,” he said softly.

“What did she do?” you asked.

Before he could reply, you felt Stiles fall on your body as you groaned loudly.

“Stiles!” you groaned, scrunching your eyes in pain for a second.

“Get him off of me,” you said, strained.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think you two make a pretty great couple,” you rolled your eyes at Matt’s remark.

“It must feel pathetic, being so powerful, and having it all taken away with a small cut on your neck. Bet you’re not used to feeling so powerless,” Matt taunted, bending down to Derek.

“Still got teeth. Why don’t you come a little closer, see how powerless I am then,” Derek retorted.

You heard another car approach, as you tensed, realizing it was actually Mellissa.

“If you do what I say, I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her,” Matt said.

“Scott, don’t trust him,” Stiles warned.

Matt yanked Scott off of you, putting his foot on his throat.

You heard Stiles gagging, feeling your heart beat faster.

“Get off of him!” you yelled.

“Then do what I tell you!” he yelled at Scott.

“Okay! Okay, I’ll do it,” Scott said softly.

He took his foot off of Stiles, as Stiles gasped for air.

“What the hell is that smell?” Derek asking, inhaling deeply.

“There’s no smell,” you replied softly.

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding out,” Derek realized.

“Bleeding out? What?!” Stiles exclaimed, hushed.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“You said it wasn’t that deep, (Y/N).”

“Okay, so maybe it was deeper than I realized but I’m fine-”

“You’re still bleeding,” Derek said.

“I’m fine,” you scoffed.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” Stiles asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” you groaned.

“Wait,” Stiles started.

The three of you flinched as you heard a gunshot.

“Scott!”

---

“Do you know what’s happening to Matt?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah,” Derek started.

“The universe balances everything out. Matt starts killing people who don’t deserve it. He kills people themselves,” you began explaining.

“So...” Stiles said.

“He’s becoming the kanima,” Derek finished.

“So what are we gonna do?” Stiles asked.

You paused for a second, taking a few shallow breaths as your vision got slightly distorted.

Wait a minute…

You paused, realizing that you were bleeding, and because there was blood coming out of you, from your wounds, it was possible you bled out the kanima venom.

You took a deep breath, pushing yourself up shakily.

“What the… (Y/N)?” Derek asked, concerned as he raised an eyebrow.

“I'm gonna stop him,” you slumped over, putting your hand against the wall.

“(Y/N)!” Derek yelled.

“I’m fine,” you gasped.

You quickly ripped off a part of your shirt, tying it around your wound.

You clenched your first tightly, taking a deep breath.

“(Y/N),” Derek warned.

“You’re paralyzed. I’m not. I need to go help Scott,” you took a deep breath, making your way through the hall.

---

You walked through the hall, following Scott and Matt’s voice as you took a deep breath, holding onto the wall.

You gasped, as the lights went out, leaving you in the dark.

Crap

---

“Clypeus,” your eyes glew purple as you used your magic, putting a shield between you and the bullets.

You ran as fast as you could, falling to the ground as more blood fell, letting out a small whimper.

You pushed yourself back up, pausing as you took a deep breath.

I’m okay

You walked to the cells, seeing Noah tied in chains and Melissa in the cell.

“(Y/N)?” they both asked.

“Hey,” you walked to Noah, starting to undo his chains.

Matt came behind you, punching Noah, knocking him out as he grabbed you.

“Succendam auferetur,” your eyes glew purple, pushing him away.

“Clever, but you can't hurt me,” he smirked.

“Oh my god,” you heard Melissa gasp.

You looked at her, as she backed away from you.

“(Y/N), you know, I liked you. I really did. I mean, you were nice, smart. We could’ve been friends. We could’ve done this together,” he started, circling you.

“Done what? Kill innocent people?” you spat.

“They're not innocent! They killed me first!” he screamed at you.

“Get over it! You’re so wrapped up in an accident from years ago! No one cares! You're killing people who don't deserve it!” you spat.

You could feel yourself getting dizzier and dizzier, as you kept yourself up.

“You’re bleeding, aren’t you?” he laughed.

“Shut up,” you exclaimed.

You heard a loud growl, as you watched Derek run at Matt, attacking him.

Scott shifted into his wolf form, running after Matt as he ran out of the cells.

You heard Melissa’s cries as she backed away into the cell.

“Melissa” you gasped, leaning onto the cells.

“Stay away from me!” she screamed.

You get your vision blur, as you stumbled backward, falling as Derek caught you.

“You’ve lost so much blood,” he put his hand over your wound.

“I’m fine,” your voice wavered.

“Stop saying you’re fine!” he yelled.

“I’m…I’m not fine,” you exhaled slowly, as your body went limp.

---

You groaned, sitting up in your bed as you looked around, confused.

“God,” Derek exclaimed, running to you.

“What happened?” you said, squinting your eyes as you rubbed your head, feeling pain echo throughout your body.

“If you ever do anything like that again,” he started.

You looked at him, biting your lip nervously as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I…” you stopped, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he pressed his lips against yours.

“I love you too. God,” you said softly.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, noticing him a little off.

“Scott's working with Gerard,” he sighed.

“What?!” you exclaimed, not believing him.

“That’s…” you started.

“I don't think… there's something else going on. He wouldn't…” you stopped, trying to think of the words.

But you couldn't. Scott was working with Gerard. Gerard. The worse hunter you’d ever met, with the exception of Kate.

“That's not the worst part,” he started.

“I don't think you can tell me anything worse than that,” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well…” he started, as you heard someone knock at your door.

“Coming!” you called, standing up.

“(Y/N), it’s serious,” he said.

“Just one minute. Hey,” you smiled, opening the door as your face dropped, your eyes widening.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

“Peter?”

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data-monkey · 6 years ago

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AO3 stats project: tags

In this post, we'll discuss tags on the Archive of Our Own! Please note: because the works on the Archive include explicit material, some of the tags discussed in this post may not be appropriate for your workplace.

The Archive of Our Own has one of the best tagging systems around. You can read more about it here, here, here, or here. For our purposes, the important part is that users can tag their works however they want, and then a group of people called "tag wranglers" sort those tags, either adding them as synonyms of existing tags or creating new canonical versions for them. What I'll be showing here is the "canonical" version of the tags. For example, a work tagged "flufffffff" or "so fluffy!" would have those two tags assigned to the canonical tag "Fluff", so I will consider both of those tags as being "Fluff" to get the most accurate count.

The other important thing about AO3 tags is that they come in four flavors. The first one is "warnings", the content warnings required by the Archive (plus the default tag indicating you're abstaining from the warnings system). The second flavor is "Characters", tags describing the characters in the work. The third is "Relationships", tags describing the platonic or romantic relationships depicted in the work--typically, "X/Y" indicates a romantic and/or sexual relationship between characters X and Y, while "X&Y" means a platonic relationship, although this usage isn't universal and isn't enforced. The final category is "freeform", aka everything else.

Again, the tagging system is freeform and optional. In particular, I'll note that "character" tags and "relationship" tags don't necessarily imply each other: you can have a work tagged "Sherlock Holmes/John Watson" that only features Mycroft Holmes, or that features John and Sherlock but doesn't tag them as characters, only as the relationship. So remember that--while it's pretty good on average, because people tag their works so readers/viewers can find them--the number of uses of a character tag isn't the same as the number of works that feature that character, for example.

Okay! So what are the most popular freeform tags on the Archive? If you read a lot of fanfiction, I doubt you will be surprised by anything on this list. Left column is the top 15 tags by number of uses, while right column is the top 15 tags by the cumulative hit count on every work tagged with that tag.

Are these tags consistently popular over time? For reasons of space, I’ll just plot the top 10 by number of works:

If you look back at the works vs time plot in the second post, you'll see that yes, the shape of these trends is similar to the total number of works, so trends in fannish tastes haven’t changed much over the time the AO3 has been in existence. (These show a little more bumpiness because there are fewer works in each plot.) Some of these have gained a little more recent popularity vs earlier works--smut, fluff, and the two specific alternate universes are a little more weighted towards later times, while humor and general AUs are falling a little behind--but the differences aren’t as large as we saw for fandom trends in the previous post.

I'm sure you're curious about characters and relationships. Here are the top character tags, omitting the catchall character tags of “Original Character(s)”, “Original Male Character(s)”, “Original Female Character(s)”, and “Reader” (all of which would otherwise appear in the top 15). Also, remember this is missing some of the data from 2018 and 2019, as described in the first post, so BTS characters should probably be higher:

And here are the top relationship tags (again, excluding the catchall “Minor or Background Relationship(s)”):

And in particular, here are the top characters of color (excluding works with fictionalized race/ethnicity power systems--um, more than modern-day Western society’s power systems are made up--and characters from Voltron Legendary Defender, since I wasn’t able to find enough information on them):

Park Jimin (BTS)

Min Yoongi | Suga

Jeon Jungkook

Kim Taehyung | V

Kim Namjoon | Rm

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Kim Seokjin | Jin

Zayn Malik

Katsuki Yuuri

Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Magnus Bane

Nick Fury

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Erica Reyes

And here are the top relationships that are not M/M:

Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan

Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin

Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Kylo Ren/Rey

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Allison Argent/Scott McCall

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Here are the top ten freeform tags for the top ten fandoms. Different fandoms seem to produce different kinds of fanworks--which you'd expect, based on the variety in the source material.

AU = alternate universe, AU - CD = Alternate universe - canon divergence, AU - C/U = alternate universe - college/university, AU - HS = alternate universe - high school, BJs = blow jobs, ER = established relationship, H/C = hurt/comfort, PWP = plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF = real person fiction, SPN = supernatural.

Finally, for fun, here's the top 200 tags of all kinds, sorted against each other. You can find a lot of fun things on this list. Some of my favorites:

Supernatural is so big, and so focused on so few characters, that Dean Winchester is the sixth most popular tag on the entire AO3.

Clint Barton is way higher than I would have expected.

Sherlock Holmes is slightly less popular than anal sex.

Original female characters are more popular than anal sex.

Similarly, cuddling is more popular than A/B/O.

Harry Styles is less popular than 3/7ths of BTS (at least as of sometime in 2018); Louis Tomlinson barely tops Draco Malfoy.

Alcohol comes between Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov.

Leonard McCoy is below songfic. Please join me in picturing how pissed off he’d be.

The one-two punch of “Spanking” and “I’m Sorry” is pretty amusing.

If I had put up the top 201 tags, 200 and 201 would have been “Flirting” and “Murder”, so Hannibal is almost on this list.

Fluff

Angst

Alternate Universe

Romance

Hurt/Comfort

Dean Winchester

Humor

Established Relationship

Smut

Sam Winchester

Steve Rogers

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Tony Stark

Friendship

Original Female Character(s)

Anal Sex

Drabble

Original Characters

Sherlock Holmes

Fluff And Angst

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Castiel/Dean Winchester

One Shot

John Watson

Stiles Stilinski

Castiel

Harry Potter

Oral Sex

James "Bucky" Barnes

Natasha Romanov

Blow Jobs

Clint Barton

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Drama

Derek Hale

Reader

Slow Burn

Original Male Character(s)

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

First Time

Alternate Universe - College/University

Kissing

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

First Kiss

Angst With A Happy Ending

Light Angst

Violence

Family

Park Jimin (BTS)

Min Yoongi | Suga

Jeon Jungkook

Crossover

Harry Styles

Crack

Friends To Lovers

Love

Fluff And Smut

Kim Taehyung | V

Louis Tomlinson

Other Additional Tags To Be Added

Draco Malfoy

Alternate Universe - High School

Explicit Sexual Content

Masturbation

Hermione Granger

Pining

Bruce Banner

Anal Fingering

Kim Namjoon | RM

Canon Compliant

Thor (Marvel)

Domestic Fluff

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Keith (Voltron)

Kim Seokjin | Jin

Depression

Character Death

Sexual Content

Happy Ending

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Canon-Typical Violence

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Lance (Voltron)

Cuddling & Snuggling

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Dirty Talk

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Post-Canon

Loki (Marvel)

Christmas

Hand Jobs

Scott Mccall

Niall Horan

Sex

Mycroft Holmes

Blood

Shiro (Voltron)

Liam Payne

Rimming

Rough Sex

Zayn Malik

Cute

Original Character(s)

Original Character

Castiel (Supernatural)

Dubious Consent

Phil Coulson

Severus Snape

Ron Weasley

Character Study

Mpreg

Lydia Martin

Explicit Language

Slash

Grief/Mourning

Polyamory

Future Fic

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Minor Character Death

Greg Lestrade

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Mutual Pining

Swearing

Eventual Smut

Sirius Black

Dom/Sub

Pre-Slash

Sad

Love Confessions

Unrequited Love

Alternate Universe - Soulmates

Remus Lupin

Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Falling In Love

Jealousy

Spanking

I'm Sorry

Pepper Potts

Death

Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Spoilers

James T. Kirk

Hunk (Voltron)

Sans (Undertale)

Emma Swan

Gabriel (Supernatural)

Fluff And Humor

Magic

Torture

Alternate Universe - Human

Bruce Wayne

Isaac Lahey

Levi (Shingeki No Kyojin)

Eren Yeager

Clarke Griffin

Self-Harm

Slow Build

Victor Nikiforov

Alcohol

Katsuki Yuuri

Suicidal Thoughts

Implied Sexual Content

BDSM

Nightmares

Canonical Character Death

Action/Adventure

Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Developing Relationship

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Bondage

Friendship/Love

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Dark

Sheriff Stilinski

Mental Health Issues

Allison Argent

Reader-Insert

Slice Of Life

Allura (Voltron)

Kurt Hummel

Getting Together

Kidnapping

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Dick Grayson

Merlin (Merlin)

Panic Attacks

Heavy Angst

Comfort

Alec Lightwood

Pre-Canon

Ficlet

Kid Fic

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir

Implied/Referenced Character Death

Songfic

Leonard Mccoy

First Meetings

Flirting

#fan stats #ao3 #fanstats

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seashellrosekitty · 6 years ago

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Crestfallen | Part Three

Pairing: Scott McCall x Female Reader (eventually), Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic)

Wordcount: 2k

Plot: You’re new to Beacon Hills, grieving your parents’ death. Scott befriends you in Biology class.

Chapter Characters: Natalie Martin, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Coach Bobby Finstock, and Noah Stilinski; mentions of Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, and Vernon Boyd

Warning: Deep Angst. The reader’s character might come off as depressing to you. Real world AU - our beloved Alpha and Banshee are merely humans in this story.

A/N: First GIF isn’t mine. Got it from Google.

Part Two

It was almost November, roughly two months since I moved in with the Martins. Each day was getting colder. Gloomier. Lots of times I had thought about home. I thought about my friends Erica, Isaac, and Boyd. We weren’t the cool kids. And we certainly didn’t dream of being the cool kids. We were what you would consider invisible and happy with it. There weren’t defining cliques in our school. The four of us had our own world. And the one thing we all loved was Coldplay.

Isaac and Boyd worked at the local mechanic shop after school. Their thing was cars and motorcycles, but just like Stiles and Scott, they also had lacrosse to fill their afternoons and weekends. Erica loved going Star Trek conventions and more often than she should, to the hair salon. I, on the other hand, loved the movies. From the classics like Casablanca to pop culture ones like Pitch Perfect, I watched them all. I adore them all.

Sure, we had a common denominator. But we talked about lots of things. You know that kind of friendship that doesn’t need a reason to be together? That’s how we were. How we used to be. I missed them so much. But at this point in my life, I was not ready to face them. Is that weird? I missed them, but I didn’t wanna see them?

***

On the first week of the month, I didn’t know much about what was going on with me, but it sure got me to trouble. It was a dreading week in gym class and Coach Finstock was being a lot more annoying than usual. Such a loudmouth. He kept calling whoever was not as peppy as he was.

Unfortunately, I was one of those kids. Sometimes I mentally told him off, asking him what kind of teacher he is when he clearly lacks empathy or anything remotely close it. I mean, if a kid is less than energetic than other kids, what does that tell you?

I was getting annoyed by the way he kept snapping at me with his loud, phlegm-induced voice whenever he caught me just standing or sitting in a corner. No matter how loud he yelled me, he didn’t intimidate me at all. We had rock climbing and I didn’t want to participate. I was afraid of being up that wall, no matter how strong the harness was. There was no way I was going up.

“Y/L/N, everybody climbs! Now! Up you go!” He demanded. His voice was rough and loud, as always. I kept a straight face and didn’t move a foot. I already told him I didn’t want to go. I even explained how terrified I was of being up there. For some reason, his hostile temperament kept me calm no matter how I tried to explain and be firm with him.

I guess there was no way to reason with this guy. He turned his back on me when I thought I was still thinking, still trying to brace myself for that impossible climb, when I heard myself utter in my most sarcastic voice, “Up you go my ass.”

He turned around. He heard it. He heard me. Fuck.

“What was that young lady?” he threatened. My lips were sealed. But my eyes were screaming murder. “What? You’re mute all of a sudden?” He was chuckling now, enjoying this very moment of my embarrassment. Everybody was looking at us now. At me. I glared at everyone around us, looking at me. “Look, Y/L/N, I haven’t got all day. Detention. NOW.” I inhaled deeply and turned around. I could still feel my eyes murdering him. But somehow I was relieved for not having to climb that wall, but also just a tad bit worried about what Natalie would say. For sure, it was gonna be something I don’t wanna listen to.

I spent an hour in detention scribbling all sorts of profanity that I was screaming in my head. I drew trees. Lots of it. And they were all terrible ones. I’m no artist, that’s for sure. That whole hour, I realized how good Lydia and her friends were as students. They always had things coming and going. I think they were never in detention. I thought of them as my hand drew lines in my notebook.

Scott was getting mostly A’s in AP Biology. Two weeks ago, he started using big words like “ephemeral” in normal conversations. Everyday, he had a new word. I found it pretty funny, actually.

Meanwhile, Lydia got busy with her Math and Science clubs. There was an inter-school math olympiad competition coming up, and a science fair for middle schoolers that the high school Science club had organized. Stiles wasn’t academically competitive compared to the other two, but he devoted some of his free time helping out his dad at the police station. He’s so smart about detective stuff, I think he might join the police force in the future.

They’re such good kids. Sometimes I felt ashamed hanging out with them. Especially that Lydia is family. There’s always that thing. The chance to be compared to her. Anyway, I enjoyed detention. I was away from everybody. But as soon as the bell rang, my fun ended as well.

When Lydia and I got home, I rushed up to my room and buried my face to the bed. I felt like time was passing so fast that I could already picture Natalie’s face frowning at me. Judging me. The next thing I knew, Lydia was waking me up for dinner. I basically slept for two hours trying to escape this shithole I seem to have dug myself into.

I wasn’t wrong. I was bound to be confronted about my recent behaviors in school.

“I heard you were giving Coach Finstock a hard time today, Y/N,” Natalie began. I knew it. They pick up on trouble like fucking hound dogs. She didn’t even just call me to her office and waited ‘til all of us got home before she decided to do this talk. In front of the food. In front of my perfect cousin. I just looked at her as I picked on my food with my fork.

“He’s the one who gave me a hard time. I didn’t wanna climb.”

“How do you expect to be graded if you don’t participate in class? And speaking of which, Principal Thomas told me you’ve been skipping classes, too.” I didn’t say anything back. I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed when she herself was in school every day as well.

I also didn’t look at her. But I could already feel my face heating up. Lydia’s wide eyes were on me too, of course. She didn’t know I was in detention. If people’s bodies appeared literally the way they felt, then my head must be burning now.

“You better fix that attitude, Y/N,” Natalie commanded.

“OR WHAT? What are you gonna do, huh? Tell my parents?!” I don’t know why I said that but it just came out. My heartbeat was picking up and I wanted to scream at her. Instead, I stood up quickly before she could say anything back and rushed to my room and locked myself in there.

I badly wanted to run away. No. I wanted to disappear.

That night, Natalie tried to talk to me. She knocked a few times but my lights were already off and of course, I pretended to be asleep. The next morning on the ride to school, Lydia and I were silent as dead people in a graveyard. I was still cranky from the night before. I probably looked like I could kill someone with just a look in the eye.

***

Stiles and I agreed to meet after school for another History project. I asked him if we could go to his house this time. I didn’t want to come home early. I told Lydia I would be with Stiles. I guess she hated my guts so much that she didn’t even bother hanging out with her boyfriend for a while.

Our History project involved a lot of research and analysis for a thorough report and debate due the following week. Talk about making things complicated. Our discussion started at 5 PM and ended at around 8:30, when his dad had just arrived from the station, bringing us dinner. We were so into our discussion that we totally forgot about dinner.

An hour later, Sheriff Stilinski was already drowsy from drinking half a bottle of Jack while he studied cases from the station. He was talking to himself, trying to understand them. I watched Stiles get stressed over his dad. They would bicker just about anything, especially about food. At times, they forget I was around that they would exchange roles of being the parent and son in the room. Sometimes I found them amusing and sometimes I found things between them sad. A better term would be ‘bittersweet’. I never got to know this side of Stiles. I thought he was all sarcasm and jokes and the daily avoidance to face life’s shit. But here he was. Facing life’s shit daily.

He and his dad take care of each other. His mom passed away when he was young. Stiles had always made sure his dad ate well. Even though he allowed him to drink at night sometimes - just to soften a hard day’s work. Anticipating the day to come for another hardball to play was another thing, I guess. A drink, indeed, was necessary.

That night, Stiles caught his dad finishing a whole bag of fries from the takeouts. Of course, it was too late for anything except him scolding his dad about hypertension. After putting him to bed, he went downstairs mumbling, “People say it’s difficult to raise kids. But did they ever think of kids who try to raise their parents?” It was almost 9 PM and we just wanted to patch up a few details before calling it a night.

He offered to drive me home in exchange for finishing later than agreed. If I were to decide, I would say he needed the drive too. We were mostly quiet during the ride home. But I was comfortable with it. I wasn’t pressured to talk about anything. Stiles became someone so easy to be with. Perhaps that’s why, when he pulled over at the Martins’, I blurted out something that’s been in my head for a while.

“You’re lucky you still have your dad, Stiles,” I quietly said. He looked at me with the expression he’s never showed me before. I believe the word for it is ‘concern’. If not pity.

“I’m sorry, Y/N/N,” he muttered. I guess it was ‘pity’ then. “I shouldn’t have complained. It just...gets really difficult sometimes.” It turns out, I judged him for pitying me. When did I become so snobby and judgmental?

“No. I’m sorry,” I insisted. “I didn’t mean for you to compare your life to mine. I’m just...I know I’d do the same if I were in your shoes. It’s not like we have a choice, right?”

He looked at me in the eyes almost without blinking. I could tell he was thinking of what he wanted to say to me. But instead, he gave me that sad smile I’ve been seeing everywhere - from almost everyone I spoke to. I didn’t resent him for that. His mom died too. I can’t imagine growing up without my mom. And he did. And he became this really strong person he probably doesn’t even know he is. Since then, I never looked at Stiles the same way. He was a responsible kid, no matter how strongly he wore that clown facade. He has earned my respect that night.

If one of my parents were still alive, I would do what Stiles does. I’ll make sure they live longer than they expect themselves to.

Part Four

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