#E. Wolfe & Co.

[tiaramania]

* High Jewelry Tiaras *

Floral Tiara by E. Wolfe & Co. - diamonds set in platinum

#high jewelry tiaras #high jewelry #haute joaillerie #E. Wolfe & Co. #tiara #tiaras #diadem #diadems #floral tiara #diamond #high jewellery

[tiarascrowns]

Edwardian Style Diamond Tiara

Edwardian Style Diamond Tiara 22 Carat

135,000.00$

A beautiful contemporary en tremblant diamond and platinum floral Diadem by E. Wolfe & Co., the tiara shaped as a wide openwork band with tapering ends and of asymmetrical design, formed of delicate floral and foliate sprays, set to the centre with a large fully open five petalled wild rose set en tremblant with two further matching rose motifs, one to each side, also en tremblant, all finely hand crafted in platinum and fully pavé set with round brilliant cut diamonds and with pear shaped diamonds weighing a combined total of 22.50cts, to a velvet covered band.

- HH Adaezze Ndira Jewellery Company

#E. Wolfe & Co. #tiara #tiaras #diadem #diadems #hair piece #hairpiece #headpiece #head piece #head ornament #headornament #hair ornament #hairornament #en tremblant #diamond #diamonds #platinum #tiara crown #tiaras crowns #tiarascrowns #tiaracrown

[bowielovesyou]

WHAT I WRITE FOR

I WILL WRITE SMUT🍒, FLUFF☁️, AND ANGST⭐. MOSTLY ANYTHING BUT IF I DO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH WRITING A REQUEST I WILL REPLY PRIVATELY.

-TEEN WOLF,

-THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY,

-STAR WARS,

-HARRY POTTER,

-THE MARAUDERS,

-THE HUNGER GAMES,

-MAZE RUNNER,

-DIVERGENT,

-MARVEL,

-PERCY JACKSON,

-STRANGER THINGS,

-GREYS ANATOMY,

-MODERN FAMILY,

-HEARTSTTOPER,

-BROOKLIN99,

-ANNE WITH AN E,

-BOTTOMS,

-LOCKWOOD AND CO,

The list will probably expand but I write for most movies and TV shows!

MY WATTPAD

I leave you with this handsome man!

#pjo fandom #greys anatomy #modern family #brooklyn 99 #teen wolf #the summer i turned pretty #star wars #harry potter #the hunger games #maze runner #divergent #marvel #stranger things #greys antony #heartstopper #anne with an e #lockwood and co

[steeleyespan]

secret to me not getting the hate life hate world hate job hate self thoughts constantly and general feeling of dread is to sleep somewhat normally and yet every night the allure of going through lists of plant species on wikipedia is too powerful to resist

#i was winning until like last week #its likd ifi dont sleep enough its over if i sleel too much its also over #i also seriously forgot how exhausting my dreams are cos id been smoking weed near constantly for lik e. 2 years so i never dreamed #I literally. literally am fine its just annoying because i will be chilling and enjoying my swlf its just lije. #the evil wolf from the 2 wolves inside you metaphor is louder and tellkng me to kms all thr time when I'm tired #used to it i would lije to enjoy ma knitting tho

[beautifulmakkaris]

If you're missing Lockwood and Co, don't despair! Here are some recommendations from fans of the show and books to help fill the void while we fight for season 2 - please share far and wide <3

All recs are from responses to this post, myself and things I've seen floating around the internet (ie, Goodreads suggestions/lists). Recs may be based on specific characters, ships, tropes, genres, worldbuilding or just general ~vibes.

Please make sure to check all content warnings before reading/watching any recommendations on this list.

Books (standalone)

Spellbound by F. T. Lukens

The Agency for Scandal by Laura Wood

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston

The Cheat Sheet by Sarah Adams

This May End Badly by Samantha Markum

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling

A Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood

The Hidden Dragon by Melissa Marr

Trouble by Lex Croucher

Books (series - *ongoing)

Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir*

Virals by Kathy Reichs

The Shades of London by Maureen Johnson

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Jackaby by William Ritter

Charlotte Holmes by Brittany Cavallaro

The Checquy Files by Daniel O'Malley

Alex Stern by Leigh Bardugo*

Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerry Maniscalco

Scarlet by A. C. Gaughen

Renegades by Marissa Meyer

The Diviners by Libba Bray

City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab

Percy Jackson & the Olympians by Rick Riordan

Mokee Joe by Peter J. Murray

Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve

Murder Most Unladylike by Robin Stevens*

Letters of Enchantment by Rebecca Ross*

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

Dreadwood by Jennifer Killick

The Empyrean by Rebecca Yarros*

The Bartimaeus Sequence by Jonathan Stroud

Ankh-Morpork City Watch (Discworld) by Terry Pratchett

The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

Scarlett & Browne by Jonathan Stroud

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Books (graphic novels)

Locke & Key by Joe Hill

Television series (*-ongoing)

School Spirits*

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Shadow & Bone

Wednesday*

Stranger Things*

CW's Nancy Drew

Shadowhunters

Locke & Key

The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself

Spooksville

The Midnight Club

Teen Wolf

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Grimm

Please feel free to keep sending recommendations my way and I'll update this list as often as I can! Also let me know if you enjoy anything you found from this list, I'd love to know if you found it helpful :)

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #george karim #anthony lockwood #george cubbins #jonathan stroud #save lockwood and co #renew lockwood and co #holly munro #flo bones #lockwood #book recommendations #tv recommendations #netflix #savelockwoodandco #lockwoodandcosource #i'm so scared this will flop hahaha #but i just want to give the fandom some good vibes #and permission to take a break and enjoy some media

[lisalosingstreak]

Wednesday and Enid are having an argument

E: Willa you are so rigid! It’s like you have a stick up your ass!

W: I do not, in fact, have a stick ‘up’ my ass.

E: Yes I know that, it’s just a saying you weirdo.

W: Why do people say that? It makes no sense.

E: It’s cos a stick err, ‘there’ would make you walk very stiffly.

W: Are you sure? Has there been research done on this phenomenon?

E: I don’t know…..

W: Let me check….. (opens up her medical textbooks) No. Nothing in here. We must conduct our own experiments to ascertain the validity of the stick in ass conundrum.

E: Willa, are you saying you want to put a stick in my ass?

W: Of course not silly wolf. You are too flighty to make accurate medical notes on the experiment. The stick must be put in my ass.

E: …………

W, pulling her long pleated skirt up, her surprisingly lacy underwear down and bending over her desk: Come on, no time like the present to start the research.

E: ………….

W: Come on pup, we don’t have all day.

#wenclair #incorrect wednesday quotes #nafw #wednesday x enid #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

[skrunklydoo]

working on a monster high ninjago AU!

the characters are students at monster high and are all different monster species! here’s the ghoul squad (+ some other main characters), nicknamed the ninja by teachers, under the cut:

characters in brackets are who they’re replacing (some have two characters they’re replacing) + info about ships

zane julien: the new ghoul at school. a robot, he can remove his limbs at will (frankie stein/abbie bominable, pixane (pixal x zane))

jay walker: a 1600-year-old anxious, jumpy and somewhat impulsive vegan vampire (draculaura, plasmashipping (kai x jay))

cole brookstone: the overprotective and brave werewolf of the ghoul squad. fashion designer (clawdeen wolf, lost/geodeshipping (cole x geo))

lloyd garmadon: a normie-presenting (a normie is a human in the monster high universe) dragon-oni-human hybrid who initially bullies zane but gradually grows close to him (cleo de nile, aromantic-asexual lloyd, platonic garmagoths (lloyd, harumi and morro))

kai smith: a fire elemental-water monster hybrid (more fire elemental than water monster) and nya’s brother (clawd wolf/heath, plasmashipping)

nya smith: a fire elemental-water monster hybrid (more water monster than fire elemental), the school’s champion swimmer and kai’s sister (lagoona blue)

harumi jade: a boogeyman tomboy lesbian biker girl. a good friend of lloyd’s. that’s all i have to say for harumi (deuce gorgon, platonic garmagoths, her and lloyd aren’t dating in this AU)

geo goyle: a gargoyle from screamtaro (the AU equivalent of shintaro) who was shunned for being a hybrid of a geckle and a munce gargoyle (rochelle goyle/neighthan rot, lost/geodeshipping)

p.i.x.a.l. borg: a matchmaking bone elemental-robot hybrid who runs the school’s relationship advice radio show with her boyfriend (c.a. cupid/robecca steam, pixane)

morro: a ghost and the co-manager/co-writer of the school gossip page, the ghostly gossip. one of lloyd’s good friends along with harumi (spectra vondergeist, citrusshipping (morro x echo zane), platonic garmagoths)

echo zane julien/mr. e: a frankenmonster and co-manager/co-writer of the ghostly gossip. when angered, he transforms into mr. e, an overprotective biker. zane’s brother (jackson jekyll & holt hyde, citrusshipping)

vania: a plant monster-ghost hybrid and former princess of screamtaro before she moved to monster high after the whole skull sorcerer thing (venus mcflytrap)

chen the cheerleader: the overconfident and arrogant werecat leader of the fearleading (cheerleading) squad (toralei)

sora: a tortured teen werecat pop star from imperium who eventually joins the ninja with her best friend arin (catty noir)

arin: a boogeyman who, with sora, joins the people he idolised the most (twyla boogeyman)

sensei wu: the dragon(ish) headmaster of monster high (headmistress bloodgood)

misc ships in the AU: nightshade (chamille x tox) and dark thinking (neuro x shade)

if you have any questions on where other characters fit in this AU, please let me know!!

also thank you @lonleyzodiac for giving me almost all of the ideas for this THANMK YOU

this AU is mostly focused on g1 monster high but some elements from g3 will probably be sprinkled in too

#monster high #ninjago #lego ninjago #lostshipping #geodeshipping #plasmashipping #cole x geo #kai x jay #pixal x zane #pixane #monster high AU #ninjago AU #lego ninjago AU #citrusshipping #echo zane x morro #cole brookstone #zane julien #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #pixal borg #lloyd garmadon #arin #sora #princess vania #echo zane #morro #echo ninjago #harumi jade #ninjago monster high au

[beautouslysandy]

When You Get Into Fights-HC’s

By- Sandy

Warnings: Just mentions of yelling and objects breaking, nothing serious

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-I haven’t done any headcannons yet so thought I give it a try, this one seems to be popular along with the outsiders when there jealous soo…

-Enjoy and let me know if I should make more

-DARRY CURTIS

I feel like you and Darry wouldn’t get in many fights but when you do get in them watch out.

He isn’t crazy or anything but don’t expect him or you to apologize and just get over it.

He seems like he could hold a good grudge, but he doesn’t like arguing. It makes him feel bad.

He does however know how to make it up to you. (Flowers, chocolates, and more) This man knows how to be forgiven easily.

You guys don’t fight a lot as said but when you do they are usually huge cause you guys work a lot and lead stressful lives which cause build up. If you couldn’t tell Darry doesn’t really know how to share his emotions :(

You guys might not talk to eachother for but so you can cool of but after a break you guys talk it over and forgive, but you of course get flowers :)

SODAPOP CURTIS-

Okay guys let’s be realistic here, it’s Sodapop. He would NEVER EVER have the ability to be angry >:(

So if his upset he just acts like a little brat (sorry soda, love ya) and ignores you which infuriates the hell out of you. So you just ignore him back.

Depending on the situation you guys could go awhile without communication but when I tell you he gets lonely with out you (so sad) I mean it. Soda is a very needy person and when he doesn’t have his s/o with him, oop. He just even gets more bratty. (sorry soda)

Soda is the first one to start talking again, and he try’s really hard to make you talk to him. Like to a level where you talk to him to make him stop bugging you. And when you talk to him again he does a little happy dance and kisses you. (i swear he is so precious)

PONYBOY CURTIS-

I feel like Ponyboy like Sodapop doesn’t like to argue with their s/o or just in general.

But if you made him real upset he will say something. He isn’t afraid of a little confrontation.

He cares and loves you a lot but sometimes you can really upset him and he gets all frustrated and says something.

He isn’t mean about it (cough complete opposite of Dally cough) he is very mature about it and know how to express his feeling (Darry we are looking at you here)

Y’all work things out quickly, it’s nice and simple. Then everyone’s happy expect maybe Dally

DALLAS WINSTON “DALLY”-

Boy oh boy, this man gets ANGRY he’s over here like the big bad wolf or somethin’. Dude is so emotional.

You guys get into fights but honestly I feel like it’s a happy-medium. He doesn’t like fighting with you but he doesn’t know how to communicate his feelings correctly, okay? Don’t hate on my boy.

He is very vulnerable with you and when you do something that hurts him he doesn’t know how to process it so he is all “smash smash and roar”.

(That’s a spot on impression of him, I know thank you)

Trust me he will find some way to put it on you, he is very bad at claiming ownership of things that don’t include you, any cigarettes, his jacket and St. Christopher necklace.

He does break things out of angry, man’s very impulsive and emotional what can I say, I told you so. But he never will ever lay hands on you, boy would cry enough tears to fill the ocean if he did.

Basically, when you argue with Dally you are arguing with Dally (hehe)

JOHNNY CADE-

Little angel Johnny or so you thought, just kidding.

You and Johnny strike me as a we will talk about it later kind of couple.

He doesn’t like confrontation but he hates arguing even more. Seeing his parents argue has given him a image of what arguments look like and he does not want to have to experience that with you.

e isn’t an oblivious person so he knows if something is up. If it is truly something horrendous then he will muster up the confidence to say something.

He doesn’t like calling people out unless nesscesary. With you that doubles. He just doesn't want to lose you and especially doesn't want to hurt your feelings.

KEITH “TWO-BIT” MATTHEWS-

Two-Bit and you will have serious conversations from time to time if it's bad but he just doesn't seem like someone who can tell if you are mad at him or if he should be mad at you. You are definitely leading any “serious” conversations the two of you have.

I don't see him as someone who can really grasp the point of arguments. He seems like he would just prefer whatever is in your best interest.

STEVE RANDLE-

I feel as if Steve is a good chuck of Dally and Darry when arguing.

Arguing will either be over something stupid he did or over miscommunication or possibly jealousy

Steve tries his best not to argue with you because he doesn't want to but there are times when he just can't nit say anything

Either your the leading role in the argument or he is. There is no in-between.

Arguments will most likely turn into cuddles. He just strikes me as someone who apologizes to the s/o in that way.

TIM SHEPARD-

Okay, so we all know that Tim and you are pretty much a done deal. You guys have been close forever. Y'all went from a platonic relationship to a romantic relationship. So he likes to say he knows all your little quirks and such.

So if you pissed off at him or something else, he is gonna know. You have a harder time reading him because he has a poker face aka not easy to read.

You guys do argue quite a bit and it can get intense. He isn't like Dallas where breaks things, it's more verbal.

He never says anything intentionally but you can often take it in a way that he does. He will mostly leave and take off for the night but when he comes back he apologizes immediately and if you're not ready to talk he understands.

CURLY SHEPARD-

You and Curly only argue about two things and only these things. One...if he got caught by the fuzz(police) again. Two.....if that guy in the drive-in was checking you out

Curly can get a bit jealous, actually, that's an understatement. We all know that Dally is 1st place in the jealousy league but Curly is right up there with him, proudly taking 2nd to place. Curly isn't afraid to shut a guy down if he is hitting on you (very much like Dally) but sometimes it’s a bit much.

Curly and you just argue for a tiny bit before you say “Just don't do that again.” and he will say “I promise.” but he is totally telling a white lie.

What can you say, he is very protective and/or stupid in certain cases.

Hope y'all enjoyed this! -Sandy

#the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #darry curtis #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #curly shepard #johnny cade #headcannons #the outsiders headcanons #steve randle

[thatmexisaurusrex]

For Bucky's birthday, I thought I'd post 11 fics I've written that are some of my favorites when it comes to writing Bucky. Enjoy! 🥰

First to Fall | Rated: G | WC: 1K | Canon Divergence, Love at First Sight, Crack Treated Seriously | Summary: Bucky meets a handsome dreamboat named Sam under some strange circumstances. He thinks it went well, though. | AO3 |

Cute Aggression | Rated: G | WC: 1K | Drunk Bucky, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Established Relationship | Summary: Inspired by "when bf gives you cute aggression" by sumbacky on tumblr: Bucky is drunk. Sam is too cute. He has to squish Sam's face. | AO3 |

How Had He Not Seen It Sooner? | Rated: E | WC: 6.4K | Hurt/Comfort, Bi Realization, Something Angsty Comes this Way | Summary: The one where Bucky has a bi realization when Sam gets hospitalized during a mission. | AO3 |

A House-Trained White Wolf, Looking For a Home | Rated: M | WC: 3.9K | Touch-Starved, Family Fluff, Co-Workers to Friends to Lovers | Summary: Bucky Barnes wasn't sure what he was doing when he knocked on Sarah's front door. All he knew was that being near Sam felt right. | AO3 |

Nice | Rated: T | WC: 3.1K | Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Literally Sleeping Together, Didn't Know They Were Dating | Summary: Based on the fanart piece "nice" by @sumbacky , Bucky has a mostly uneventful night at the Wilson household as he waits for Sam to come home from a mission. | AO3 |

Leap of Faith | Rated: M | WC: 3.6K | Mission Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions | Summary: Bucky sees Sam fall. | AO3 |

Totally Would Kiss Him | Rated: E | WC: 2.8K | College AU, Costume Party, Crack Treated Seriously | Summary: Bucky Barnes would totally kiss Sam Wilson. But, alas. Bucky's straight. And Sam is too. | AO3 |

Kind of a Big Deal | Rated: M | WC: 8.7K | No Powers AU, Passover Romcom, Getting Together | Summary: Sam is Bucky's next door neighbor, his best friend... possibly Bucky's crush. Bucky has been good about keeping those feelings hidden. That is, until Sam kisses Bucky before Passover Seder. Now, they both must figure out what they mean to each other. | AO3 |

And I Love Him Too | Rated: E | WC: 5.8K | Secret BuckyQuest Side Story, Sugar Daddy, Two Buckys | Summary: Sam goes on dinner dates with a mysterious donor which are... just dinner dates? With a tablet. Just him in a restaurant dressed nice, eating alone as he has a conversation with someone via tablet. It makes sense, though, after he tracks down who the mysterious donor actually is. | AO3 |

Buffy Burnes Ph.D. the Scientific Illustrator Roommate | Rated: M | WC: 5.1K | Getting to Know Each Other, Crack Treated Seriously, Strangers to Friends to Lovers | Summary: Sam decides to take a break from Avengers business after Age of Ultron. He puts out an ad for a roommate on Craigslist for his new apartment in Delacroix. He gets one response from a "Dr. Buffy Burnes". | AO3 |

All I Want for Arbor Day is You, Baby! | Rated: M | WC: 4.2K | Fluff and Crack, Kissing, Getting Together | Summary: Or, the seven times Bucky and Sam could write off kisses and the one where they have to admit their feelings for one another. | AO3 |

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #sambucky fic recs #happy birthday bucky barnes #my fics

[elsafromcabinsix]

“i'm a child of athena. and this is an insult to my intelligence.”

sobre mim:

sei fazer um pão de queijo perfeito, assisto e falo sobre tudo o que você pode imaginar, sou ótima em inventar apelidos, minha série de tv preferida é anne with an e, meu perfeccionismo só não se aplica ao meu quarto, tenho uma paixão gigantesca por musicais e leio tudo em que consigo pôr as mãos. desde muito nova, fui exposta a altas doses de marvel, disney e star wars. resultado? o meu lado fangirl se destaca até demais.

outros fandoms em que estou:

the mummy (1999)

star trek

the chronicles of narnia

twilight

lockwood & co

the marauders

shadow and bone

six of crows

supernatural

the vampire diaries

stalking jack the ripper

game of thrones

house of the dragon

the riordanverse

one tree hill

timeless

cobra kai

the mandalorian

i have never ever

maze runner

the last of us

bridgerton

julie and the phantoms

the hunger games

pretty little lies

deadly class

teen wolf

descendants

the artful dodger

buffy the vampire slayer

once upon a time a broken heart

#about myself #about my blog #percy jackson and the olympians #daughter of athena

[lucky-bishop]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @lavender-lotion love u!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

80 as of this week! 79 Teen Wolf and 1 WWDITS 😂

What's your total ao3 word count?

662,501. Which is insane to me. But I've already posted 78k so far this year!

What fandoms do you write for?

First and foremost is Teen Wolf. But I have a few works in WWDITS, Stranger Things, and Scream. Most of them are WIPs, and only one is posted to AO3.

Top five fics by kudos:

Hearts in the Byline, Steter, E, 62,395 words

Kinky Antics with the Pack (Kinktober 2022), Multi-Pairing, E, 53,103 words

The Empty-Nester Alpha, Steter, E, 16,306 words

Try, Try Again, Steterek, E, 35,241 words

Mask of Many Faces, Steter, M, 22,806 words

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Sometimes I'm slow or it takes me a while, but I largely respond to all comments. Sometimes if I don't know what to say to a comment, I won't say anything, but that's pretty rare.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Um. That is tough. I do love angst. I'm going to cheat and give two because they are angsty in very different ways. Major character death vs whump.

For This I'll Burn, No Pairing, E, 4,409 words

Sharing is Caring, Steterek, E, 15,322 words

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Also tough! I have a few that are very happy. But I think I have to go with:

The "No-Bite" Rule, Steter, M, 3,869

Steter HEA.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not often, thankfully. But yes, I have.

Do you write smut?

Sure do!

Craziest crossover:

I haven't written anything that's a crossover, I don't think. I do have a BTVS/Teen Wolf crossover in my long list of WIPs, though. Have the closest thing I have to a crossover - Sleeping Beauty AU.

That Gleam in Your Eyes, Deter, E, 7,393 words

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! The "No-Bite" Rule was translated into Ukranian. Being asked by the translator if this was okay was a beautiful moment that made me incredibly happy. 💖

Правило "Жодних укусів"

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! But I would. Maybe @thotpuppy and I will write that baseball AU someday.

All time favourite ship?

It's so hard to pick, but it has to be Steter. I always come back to them.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I think it's pretty unlikely I'll ever finish my Stargent fic where Chris uses Stiles as a surrogate daughter after Allison's death. But never say never!

What are your writing strengths?

I'd say tone is my biggest writing strength. I try to have my works be very thematic and emotionally connected, and I think that comes across well for the most part.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Transitions! And action! I guess "movement" if I had to provide a single answer. This can cause my writing to feel very choppy and it's something I do acknowledge and try to work on.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'll do pet names, single word translations, things like that. I try not to write outside of what I know, though. Maybe someday I'll incorporate my rusty German into fic, who knows?

First fandom you wrote in?

MCU. Those works have been orphaned/abandoned. Good riddance lol. It's just been Teen Wolf since then. My (current) first fic on AO3:

Clean Plates, Sterek, T+, 3,118 words

Favorite fic you've written?

Oooooooooooh again. This is really hard. But I think it has to be:

Down to the Marrow, Steter, E, 23,206 words

Managing an unreliable narrator was not easy. But I'm so happy with the end result. And there's beautiful art by @tarantula-teeth. I love this fic with my whole heart.

No-pressure tags (and I'm sorry if you've already been tagged and I missed it!): @tarantula-teeth, @dear-massacre, @meggie-stardust, @punchedbymarkesmith, @aurevell, @midmorning-bomb, @vmures

#my writing #tag game #teen wolf

[rubyarrows]

Pretend Dates

The sun hung low in the Miami sky as YN and Ryan Wolfe arrived at their family's gathering. It had been a while since they'd all come together like this, and the warmth of familiarity mixed with a tinge of nervousness as they walked hand in hand.

As they approached the entrance, YN gave Ryan a quick, reassuring smile. They stepped into the event, greeted by a sea of relatives, all eager to catch up and ask questions.

"YN! Ryan!" their cousin Melissa exclaimed, swooping in for a hug. "It's been forever!"

Ryan grinned and hugged her back. "Yeah, it has. Good to see you, Mel."

YN exchanged pleasantries with various family members, the conversation swirling around recent events, jobs, and life in general. But as the night wore on, YN could feel the curious eyes of their family members on her. She knew the question was coming.

"So, YNN, still flying solo?" her aunt Maria asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

YN's cheeks tinged with a blush, and she glanced at Ryan for moral support. "Um, well..."

Just then, Eric Delko, her close friend and colleague, appeared at her side, his smile easygoing. "Hey, YNN. Sorry I'm late."

YN's eyes met Ryan's, and they shared an unspoken understanding. She turned to face her aunt. "Actually, Aunt Maria, I'd like you to meet Eric. He's my date for the night."

Aunt Maria's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh! Well, isn't that lovely."

YN's hand found Eric's arm, and she gave him a grateful look. He played along seamlessly, offering his hand to Aunt Maria.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. I've heard a lot about your wonderful family."

Aunt Maria beamed, her curiosity seemingly satisfied. "Well, we're a lively bunch, that's for sure."

As the night continued, YN and Eric played their roles well, sharing stories, laughter, and even a few casual touches that added authenticity to their charade. YN's family seemed pleased with the situation, their questioning looks replaced with knowing smiles.

"You're a lifesaver, Eric," YN whispered to him as they found a quiet moment by the bar.

Eric grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. "Anything for my favorite co-worker's sibling. Besides, you owe me a coffee for this."

YN chuckled, her heart warmed by his willingness to step in and help. "Deal."

As the night drew to a close, YN felt a sense of contentment wash over her. Her family was happy, and the evening had been a success, thanks in no small part to Eric's support.

Ryan joined her side, his own date having excused herself earlier. He nudged her playfully. "You know, this whole fake dating thing might become a tradition."

YN rolled her eyes, but her smile was genuine. "Don't push your luck, big brother."

As the evening winded down and the crowd began to disperse, YN found herself sitting on a quiet corner of the patio with Eric. The gentle hum of conversation and the twinkling lights created a serene atmosphere, giving them a moment of respite from the lively family gathering.

"Thanks again, Eric," YN said, her voice soft as she looked at him. "You really saved me back there."

Eric leaned back in his chair, a playful grin on his face. "Well, I'm glad I could help, even if it means I'm now forever known as your 'fake date'."

YN chuckled, her gaze warm. "Honestly, I don't know what I would have done without you."

Eric's expression softened, his gaze holding hers. "YNN, you know you can count on me, right? No matter what."

Her heart skipped a beat at his sincerity. She had always admired Eric's loyalty and caring nature, but tonight had shown her a new depth to their friendship. "I do, Eric. And I hope you know the same goes for you."

As they sat there, their conversation shifted from light banter to more personal topics. They talked about their aspirations, their pasts, and the shared experiences that had brought them closer as friends and colleagues. YN found herself opening up in ways she hadn't expected, a sense of ease settling between them.

"I've always been impressed by your dedication and strength, YNN," Eric admitted, his eyes locked onto hers. "You've been through a lot, yet you still keep pushing forward."

YN looked down at her hands, a soft smile on her lips. "I guess I've learned that life's challenges can shape you into someone stronger, even if it doesn't always feel that way."

Eric reached across the table, his fingers gently lifting her chin so she met his gaze. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the connection between them felt deeper than friendship. It was a bond that had grown through shared experiences, trust, and a genuine understanding of each other's strengths and vulnerabilities.

The night grew quieter around them, the air filled with a sense of serenity and possibility. As they continued talking, YN realized that sometimes the people who entered your life as friends could become something more, something unexpected and beautiful.

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The Patchwork of Us

My darlings, this story is now finally complete and what started as a crazy NaNo project turned into this. I had no idea this silly little Muggle AU about Wolfstar being forced to co-parent Teddy against their wills would turn into such a massive story, but it's truly been a fun journey.

Thank you to everyone who has been following this story from the start and who have been encouraging me with kudos and comments. You are the best and I appreciate you all so much!

Title: The Patchwork of Us Pairing: Sirius/Remus Rating: E WC: 77.3k Tags: Muggle AU, Slow burn, Enemies to Lovers Warnings: Referenced child abuse, PTSD, panic attacks Summary: Remus had never wanted to be a father, and when Tonks told him she was pregnant he walked away. Sirius didn't have a child of his own, but he considered Teddy to be his son in all but blood and when Tonks fell ill, he never hesitated to open his home to them to help her with the boy. When Tonks passes away, Remus is faced with a choice: step up and be a father or stay out of Teddy’s life.

However, reappearing in Teddy's life is not easy. Sirius has trouble forgiving Remus for walking out on Teddy, and Remus thinks Sirius is a stuck-up, posh, know-it-all who believes he is better than everyone else. Now they’re supposed to co-parent a child while also navigating their own complicated feelings about the situation, and each other.

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Remus turned his collar up against the wind as he stepped out of the station and onto Church Road. Arriving at Richmond Station always made him a bit disoriented, there were always too many people bustling around and he had to push his way through the crowd and towards the opposite entrance to where everyone else was going.

There was a vicious wind today, a damp sort of coldness in the air and heavy grey skies as if it could start raining any moment (which it probably could, this was London in October after all). It was early, too early, and Remus shivered as he set off at a brisk pace, clutching a once-hot cup of coffee in his hand. He fiddled around against the wind a little before he managed to light a cigarette, his nerves settling slightly at the first drag.

He walked the now-familiar route towards his destination, a nervous sort of flutter in his chest. He wondered how long those nerves were going to be there for, if he would ever just get used to this. It didn’t feel like he ever would.

Too soon he turned onto the right street, unable not to pull a face at the sight of the giant houses lining the streets as he flicked away his cigarette butt. He felt misplaced in his too-thin jacket and cheap clothes. Not that anything he wore was ever dirty or torn, but in this neighbourhood he was simply wrong .

Everything about him was wrong; the fact that his boots were worn down, his coat second-hand, the scarf around his neck hand-knitted, his hair too long and not in a stylish way but more a haven’t-been-to-the-barber-in-a-while way. His limp was wrong. At least it was a good day and he had chosen to leave his cane at home, despite the walk, just because he hated how awkward people got around him when he used it.

He made his way up the driveway to the correct house, his fingers brushing over the giant door knocker in the shape of a dog, which looked more like a wolf, before he used it to knock.

It took unusually long before the door swung open, and to Remus' surprise he found himself standing face to face with none other than Sirius Black. Usually, the other man kept out of the way in the mornings, but apparently not this time.

Sirius somehow didn’t seem out of place in this posh street, even though Remus thought he should with his long hair and tattoos and his motorbike. He didn’t though, Sirius Black looked as if he was born to live on a street like this, in a house like this, and Remus figured he probably was.

“We’re running a bit late,” he grouched, barely even acknowledging Remus with a look before he turned around to make his way further into the house. “You better come in.”

Remus hovered a little awkwardly in the doorway before he did as he was told, pulling the heavy door closed behind him as he followed Sirius inside.

If Remus felt out of place on the street outside, it was nothing compared to how he felt inside Sirius’ house. It was massive, ridiculously large considering it was only two people living there. Remus knew nothing about art or decorating but he had a feeling most of the stuff on the walls, and the furniture, were expensive.

Sirius led him through the initial hallway, further along into the large kitchen at the back of the house. Even though Remus disliked almost everything else about this house, he did love the kitchen. It was light and airy, modern, and the wall facing the back garden was almost completely made out of glass with doors that easily slid open during the summer.

Remus would love to cook in here one day, all the appliances were state of the art and the surfaces shiny and spacious. It was a far cry from his own tiny kitchen in his tiny flat. Remus had picked up cooking a couple of years ago, and he frequently dreamed about moving to something bigger, somewhere he could really test his wings.

“Here,” Sirius said, shoving a mug into Remus’ hands as soon as he entered the kitchen. “You better sit down and wait.”

Remus did as he was told, ignoring the way the palms of his hands burnt as he breathed across the hot liquid. Milk but no honey, Remus noted as he took a sip from the tea. He could feel Sirius watching him from where he was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, his arms folded across his chest, and it took Remus everything not to squirm underneath his gaze.

The silence was heavy around them, and Remus felt an urge to do something about it. To speak, even though he had no idea what he was supposed to say. He swallowed thickly, distracting himself by drinking the scalding liquid too quickly, and he was grateful as Sirius pushed off the counter with a sigh.

He strode back into the hallway, and Remus could hear him as he leaned against the banister of the staircase leading upstairs.

“Edward, don’t make me come up there! Remus is here, you need to go, or you’ll be late.”

“I’m coming ,” sounded an annoyed voice from upstairs. “I can’t find my bag.”

“It’s already down here,” Sirius replied and Remus thought he heard a little strain in his voice. “I’m counting to ten.”

Sirius returned to the kitchen, his eyes snagging on Remus for a moment but he didn’t say anything, and moments later there was the thundering noise of footsteps on the stairs before Teddy appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in his school uniform, smart white shirt and dark trousers together with his blazer and tie, both dark blue with light blue stripes.

The boy’s hair was the same sandy shade as Remus’ had been at that age, his chin and nose a little pointy, eyes a dark brown. Remus never quite got used to seeing hints of himself as a boy peeking through as he looked at Teddy. He stood quickly to distract himself.

“I’m here ,” Teddy said, a sullen look on his face. “Headmistress McGonagall said she’d give me detention if I was late for assembly one more time this week.”

“You better hurry up then if you’re going to have time for your breakfast,” Sirius replied, unphased, as he handed him his bag. “Remember, I’m picking you up and then we’re going to Harry’s tonight for dinner.”

Teddy accepted the bag with a sulk, “Whatever.”

“Attitude,” Sirius warned, a sharp eyebrow raised as he held onto the bag until the boy flicked his gaze up to Sirius’ face, and Remus could see something passing between them before Teddy’s shoulders slumped.

“Sorry,” he muttered, allowing Sirius to pull him into a hug, and Remus saw his arms sneaking around Sirius’ waist.

“That’s alright,” Sirius promised him, gently nudging him to stand straight, brushing an affectionate hand through his hair. “Love you, sprog.”

“Love you too,” Teddy muttered, and Remus felt something needle in his chest, something he didn’t have the words for as the boy turned around to look at him. “We need to hurry.”

“Right,” Remus said, a little awkwardly as he set down his mostly empty mug. “Let’s go then.”

Teddy disappeared into the hallway without another word and Remus cleared his throat, glancing down at the mug.

“Thanks,” he said, then added, “for the tea.”

“Sure,” Sirius said, following Remus as he went after Teddy. “You probably should hurry; McGonagall isn’t joking when she threatens with detention and Teddy really needs to get some food into him before school.”

Remus bristled at the tone, the same tone Sirius always used when he talked to Remus about Teddy. As if Remus couldn’t figure out that an eight-year-old needed to eat breakfast in the morning. Remus wanted to tell him that, wanted to give a scathing comment about exactly how he felt about Sirius’ superior attitude, but he swallowed what was on the tip of his tongue.

“Right,” he said instead as he adjusted the scarf around his neck. “Better be off then.”

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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter eleven

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 12,383

chapter notes; the argents are desperate to find out who the alpha and mystery beta are. winter formal is right around the corner. amber has a bit of a rough night.

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After school on Friday, Scott insisted they stalk Jackson's whereabouts around town all afternoon. Amber didn't see the point, but Stiles had climbed into his Jeep with a nod of approval and that had been that.

Around four-thirty, after an hour and a half of tailing Jackson as he ran menial errands around town, Amber had pouted until Stiles was convinced to take a short break to swing by the diner downtown.

Scott had frowned at them in annoyance from across the car, but he'd still been the one to amble into the diner without complaint to buy her a milkshake, making his way back out to the vehicle quickly to hand the contraband over to his friend.

When they pulled back out onto the road, Scott immediately thrust his head out the window. Amber snorted at the sight and sipped from her drink, watching Scott take a deep breath through his nose while his hair fluttered in the breeze from the moving car.

"You're really leaning into this whole dog thing, aren't you?" She called out to him amusedly over the wind.

Scott ignored her joke, "He's not in town anymore," He announced, "He headed out toward the old factories."

"Why would he-" Amber started.

She was cut off when Stiles took a sharp turn to head in the direction Scott's nose had told them to go. Her grip on her styrofoam cup slackened in surprise and she rammed into Scott uncomfortably as she was thrown off balance. His hand saved the beverage from spilling all over his lap, but only managed to do so by swiping at it and shoving it out the open window.

"No!" Amber cried, turning around in her seat to look out the back window. She caught sight of her milkshake splattered sadly on the pavement as they drove away, "Stiles-" She whined quietly, nudging his arm in annoyance.

"I'm sorry!" Stiles apologized earnestly, reaching out to take hold of her hand for a moment in consolation. He sped up as they raced down a lane between buildings, "But we're on a stakeout here, Amber."

As they pulled up at the edge of an abandoned building, they spotted Jackson's Porsche parked a few hundred yards away, Chris Argent's large SUV idling right beside it. Stiles swerved into the empty parking lot where the confrontation was taking place and slammed on the breaks as they reached the vehicles.

Amber's body continued forward with momentum as the Jeep jerked and Stiles reached out to brace her back against the seat as the tires squealed to a stop.

He leaned forward to peer around her and Scott, "What's up?" He asked Jackson and Mr. Argent casually, arm still thrown across Amber's sternum, his hand wrapped lightly around her bicep.

"Everything okay?" She asked through the open window with an eager smile.

"Hey, Scott." Mr. Argent greeted with a suspicious grin, "Your friend here was having car trouble. We're just taking a look."

"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed in feigned interest.

"There's a shop right down the street," Scott piped in, pointing behind them with his thumb, "I'm sure they have a tow truck."

"Yeah!" Amber nodded, "You want a ride?" She asked Jackson pointedly, eying the uncomfortably narrow sliver of space between him and Allison's dad.

Scott threw the door to the Jeep open and Stiles dropped his arm from Amber's chest to lean forward against the steering wheel after a moment, "Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here by yourself." Stiles joked.

Jackson nodded silently and took quick steps in the direction of the Jeep while Scott hopped out of the vehicle to make room for Jackson to climb into the back, stepping to the side as the other boy approached.

"Hey, boys and girl!" Chris Argent suddenly called out. He walked over to the driver's side of the Porsche and leaned into the car, turning the key in the ignition and bringing the engine to life, "Told you I knew a thing or two about cars." He announced as he rose to stand again, returning to his own SUV without another word and taking off quickly.

"Well, that wasn't creepy at all." Amber stated.

Jackson turned to Scott with an angry scowl, "What, are you following me now?"

The door of the Jeep slammed shut and Amber flinched back against Stiles' shoulder as Scott stormed toward Jackson.

"Yes, you stupid freakin' idiot! You almost gave away everything, right there!" Scott yelled.

Stiles pulled open his own door and he and Amber climbed out and rounded the vehicle to join where the boys were arguing.

"What are you talking about?" Jackson asked with an eyeroll.

"He thinks you're the second Beta!" Scott yelled at him.

Jackson's face contorted in genuine confusion, "What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott yelled, turning to smash his fist against the door of the Jeep aggressively.

"Dude, my Jeep-" Stiles said futilely, lifting a hand as he winced.

"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away," Scott told Jackson. Jackson's eyes drifted over to Amber and he looked at her questioningly for a second before his attention returned to Scott's shouting, "Literally! Now, he thinks that there's something wrong. And now, I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!"

Scott yelled out in frustration and moved to punch the vehicle behind him again. Both Stiles and Amber stepped forward, but Amber's arms wrapped around Scott's shoulders first, urging him back a step to put some distance between him and the Jeep.

"Okay, how about we step back from Stiles' Jeep before he has an aneurysm-" She suggested, patting Scott's arm as she released him.

"You know, what? This is your problem! Not mine, okay!" Jackson shouted, "I didn't say anything. Which means you're the one who's gonna get me killed! Okay? This is your fault." He emphasized his words by shoving Scott back against the Jeep with a loud thud.

"Can we stop hitting my Jeep!" Stiles yelled as Scott shoved Jackson back in retaliation, "Yo, alright!" He said loudly, pushing the two boys away from one another.

"Guys! Stop it, okay?" Amber scolded as she stepped up beside Stiles, tugging on the sleeve of Jackson's leather jacket to tug him back from Scott. She watched the two boys breathe heavily for a few seconds as they got a grip on their anger.

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you," Scott told Jackson, "I can't protect anyone." He admitted despondently, looking between Stiles and Amber in anguish.

"Why are you looking at us?" Stiles asked nervously, the back of his hand slapping at Amber's wrist unseeingly until she tangled their fingers together.

Scott continued to look at them sadly until Jackson interrupted the moment in frustration, "You know, now you have to do it." He told Scott, reiterating his desire to become a werewolf himself, "Get me what I want, and I'll be fine protecting myself."

Scott looked at him in annoyed disbelief, "No you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse-"

"Oh, yeah? Really?" Jackson scoffed, "Y'know, you can hear everything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall."

"Yeah, I can run really fast now," Scott admitted, "Except half the time I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I hear things like- Like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It-it ruins your life."

"It ruined your life." Jackson corrected, "Y'know, you had all the power in the world and you didn't know what to do with it. Y-You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche, but they should've started you out with a nice little Honda." Jackson said condescendingly and raised his eyebrows, "Me? I drive a Porsche."

Jackson turned and stormed away, climbing into his sports car and taking off.

The three friends stood in silence for a minute, unsure what to do next.

"I think that went well." Stiles announced sarcastically.

Stiles was standing in front of the refrigerator taking a swig of orange juice from the carton when he turned and caught sight of his dad sitting at the dining table, the surface looking as if a tornado had torn through the large collection of case files. There were piles of papers strewn around him haphazardly, his glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose as he read through a file with a look of determination.

"Whatcha doin?" Stiles questioned, stepping up to lean against the doorway between the two rooms.

"Work." His dad answered without looking up.

"Anything I can help with?" Stiles asked hopefully.

"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice."

Stiles rushed to throw the juice back into the fridge. He dashed over to the other side of the kitchen to grab the bottle of whiskey and a glass, running them into the dining room only a couple seconds later.

"Any leads?" He questioned, sitting down at the table beside his father and reaching for the file in front of him.

"Hey." The Sheriff scolded, slapping his son's hand away, "You know I can't discuss that with you." He wagged his pen at him with a serious look. Stiles unscrewed the cap from the bottle of whiskey and his father didn't look up from the paper in his hands as he spoke, "Not too much."

Stiles poured the liquor into the shallow glass and measured out what he approximated to be an ounce before pausing. He glanced up at his dad's distraction and hesitated for only a second before adding another large helping into the glass.

"Okay," Stiles said slowly, pushing the nearly full glass into his father's unsuspecting hand, "There you go, dad. Bottoms up."

"Thanks." His dad said quietly, bringing the glass up to his mouth as he focussed on the paper in his other hand. Stiles watched with wide eyes as he downed the entire drink in one go before setting the glass back down on the table and returning to his work. "You know," His dad said suddenly, already slurring his speech, "Derek Hale would be a hale of a lot.. A Hale of a lot?"

"Hell of a lot?" Stiles supplied helpfully.

"Hell." His father repeated, giving his son a thankful thumbs up and nodding, "Yes. He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him."

Stiles looked up in confusion, "How do you not have a picture of him?"

"It's the weirdest thing. Every time we tried to get a mugshot, it's like two-" He paused in thought and Stiles tore the photograph out of his father's fingers to look at it himself, "-Laser beams were pointing at the camera."

"Nice.." Stiles commented in a fascinated whisper, looking at the blurry image of Derek.

"Oh, my god." His dad said suddenly, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his face. "That ounce hit me like a brick," He turned his attention on his son and blinked slowly, "And I have said way too much.. If you repeat any of this-"

"Wh- Dad." Stiles defended weakly, "It's me! I'm not gonna say anything. Come on."

Before his father could think about it too long, Stiles snatched up a file buried at the center of the table and pulled out a report about a dead deer. The picture showed a large spiral carved into the animal's side and Stiles dropped the page before digging for another.

"See, the thing is, they're all connected," His dad told him, leaning onto his elbows on the table, "I mean, the bus driver that got killed; He was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire."

Stiles peered over to look at the file in front of his dad, "'Terminated under suspicion of fraud.'" He read from the page.

His dad shook his head in thought, "Exactly."

"Who else?" Stiles asked quickly.

His dad picked up another file and handed it over easily, slurring as he explained, "The video store clerk who got his throat slashed; He's a convicted felon. History of arson."

"What about the other two guys?" Stiles questioned, "The guys who got killed in the woods?"

His dad waved his hand dismissively, "Priors all over their records. Including-"

"Arson." Stiles finished quietly. His mind was reeling at the influx of information, "So, maybe they all had something to do with the fire." He whispered to himself. He desperately needed to know more and his attention snapped up to his dad as he got an idea, "Another shot?"

"No, no, no. No more." His father said.

"Dad. Come on. You work really hard, alright? You deserve it." Stiles insisted.

His father sighed with a small smile, "Oh my god, I'm gonna have such a hangover." He told his son, gesturing for Stiles to refill the empty glass in front of him.

"You mean you're going to have such a good night's sleep." Stiles corrected with a small grimace. He leaned over to fill the glass with whiskey underneath the cover of the table and swallowed guiltily, "And I'm gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell.." He whispered.

Stiles had refilled his father's glass three times by the time there was a quiet knock at the front door. Stiles' gaze snapped over to the entryway in surprise. When he peeked look at this dad, the man looked unbothered, as if he hadn't even heard someone at the door.

Easing out of his seat slowly, Stiles dashed to the front door and pulled it open to reveal Amber standing on the other side, waiting for him with a heartstopping smile. She went to speak but Stiles pulled her into the house and lifted a finger up to her lips as he shushed her.

"What?" She whispered, looking around the house cautiously.

"I got my dad drunk so he would talk to me about the case." He admitted quietly.

She blinked in confusion, "Which case?"

"All of them." He told her quietly, "Everything to do with Derek and the Hale fire and the attacks."

"Do you want me to go?" She asked in a whisper, pointing back toward the door.

Stiles shook his head, grabbing her by the shoulder and steering her into the mess in the dining room.

"Dad! Look who's here to help." Stiles announced with a flourish, pushing Amber to sit down in the chair across from his father.

Sheriff Stilinski glanced up to peer at her over the brim of his glasses with a dazed look in his eyes, "Amber. Hi, kiddo."

"Hey.." She said quietly, reaching out across the table and pulling Derek's arrest report toward herself slowly, watching for the Sheriff's reaction.

His dad's gaze didn't drift toward her hand. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his palms into his eyes over the table, "Guys, there's just. There's so many unanswered questions."

"Like what?" Amber asked gently as she poked through the file in her hands.

"Like, if Derek wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire. Then why start with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it." His dad slurred quietly, "Why make it look like some kind of animal did it? When that- When that cougar ended up in the parking lot, I checked with animal control." He said, pointing toward Amber across the table as he spoke, "You know instances of wild animal reports were up seventy percent over the last few months? It's like they're just going crazy. Running out of the woods."

Stiles leaned back in his chair and looked at Amber. Her eyes were round in realization and Stiles shook his head as he spoke to her quietly, "Or something's scaring them out."

"You know, I miss talking to you." His dad suddenly spoke quietly, attention focussed on his son, "It's like we never have time-"

Stiles wasn't listening. He dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone quickly, rising to stand, "Dad, you know, I have to make a call. I'm sorry." He caught the sad look of disappointment Amber was sending him as he stepped back from the table and his stomach turned guiltily, "I'll be right back."

"I do. I miss it." His dad whispered as Stiles took a step into the living room, "N' I miss your mom."

Stiles' steps faltered and he spun around slowly, "What'd you say?" He asked quietly.

His dad picked the whiskey up and made to pour himself another glass, but Stiles darted back over to the table to take the bottle from his fingers. He screwed the cap back on and set it down on the cabinet behind him.

"Thanks." His dad told him quietly.

Stiles risked another glance over at Amber and saw a pained look of grief on her face that he was sure matched his own.

The room sat in silence for a long minute before Amber stood from her chair, "Wow, it's almost eleven o'clock already-" She fibbed easily, watching for the Sheriff's reaction.

His eyes widened and he moved to check his watch but Stiles was quick to grab his wrist to pull him to his feet instead.

"Eleven o'clock?" Stiles' dad repeated, "Jeez, we should get to bed."

"Yes we should." Stiles agreed quickly, gently pushing his dad toward the staircase.

He urged his dad upstairs and waited patiently until they heard the click of his bedroom door before he turned to Amber with a dejected sigh.

"You okay?" She asked quietly.

"I'm a horrible person." Stiles admitted, his eyes drifting back toward the mess on the dining room table. His focus caught on the empty glass at his father's seat and his stomach churned with guilt.

His attention was pulled when he felt Amber's fingers against his cheek. She gently turned his head back toward her and squeezed his face with a thumb pressing into the skin on his jaw.

"You are not a horrible person." She told him seriously, hazel eyes flicking slowly between his.

"God." He whispered, "He- he never talks about my mom. Not really. It makes him too sad. And now I've got him drunk and telling me how much he misses her-" His voice catches but before Stiles had time to be embarrassed about it, Amber had pulled him into a hug.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and Stiles could feel her face pressed into the column of his throat. He took a deep breath as he reigned in the urge to cry, his arms wrapping tight around Amber's waist and turning his face into her hair, taking in the scent of her fruity shampoo as he calmed himself down.

After a long minute, Amber's hand drifted up to the nape of his neck and her fingers stroked softly along the short hair there in a soothing motion. When her next breath huffed out hotly over the skin of his neck, Stiles took a shaky breath for an entirely different reason. His stomach tightened in arousal at the realization that he could feel the soft press of her lips against his skin. When her warm breath exhaled slowly over his throat again, his arms tightened around her for a brief second before his eyes shot open in awareness and he stepped back, releasing her.

Fighting back a flush on his cheeks, Stiles forced himself to look Amber in the eyes as they pulled away from one another. He searched her face for any indication that she'd noticed his excitement pressing against her during the tail end of their embrace, but he found nothing but concern in her expression.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang out loudly. He scrambled to answer it before it could wake his dad and he nearly dropped the device as he accepted the call.

"Scott, what's up?" Stiles answered purposefully, alerting Amber to who was on the other line.

"Dude." Scott said frantically, "I need you and Amber. Like, now."

Stiles frowned, eyes locking with Amber's as she frowned worriedly in response to seeing the expression on his face.

"What-"

He was interrupted when Scott continued, "My mom just left to go on a date-"

"Dude, that is so not an emergency. You made it seem like-"

"She left to go on a date with Peter Hale!" Scott interrupted again, voice shrill and panicked.

Stiles almost dropped his phone again in surprise, "With Peter Hale? Scary, murdery, miraculously no longer burnt to a crisp, Alpha, Peter Hale?" He asked in alarm.

Amber's eyes widened at the small bits of information she was getting from just one side of the phone call.

"Yes! That Peter Hale!" Scott yelled into the phone, "I need you and Amber to go and stop the date! I don't know how and I don't care, but if he bites or kills my mom-"

"We're not gonna let that happen, man." Stiles promised, already pulling Amber toward the front door and grabbing his car keys out of his pocket, "We're on it. Alright?"

Stiles hung up the phone as he pulled the door open. It was starting to rain and they both ran toward the Jeep quickly to avoid getting soaked.

"What's going on?" Amber asked worriedly as they climbed into the vehicle.

"Scott's mom just left for a date." Stiles told her as he turned the key in the ignition, "With Peter."

"Scott's still following them on foot." Amber told Stiles as she read the text message on her phone, "He says they're sitting at the corner of Elm and West Main."

Stiles nodded his assent and took the next left, turning onto Elm Street heading North. Amber squinted out the windshield to focus on the dark road through the light rain, searching for any sign of the Alpha with Scott's mom.

"No, no, wait! I think we just passed them." Amber said quickly, spinning in her seat to try to catch another glimpse of the nice black car parked on the other side of the road.

Stiles cursed under his breath, did a quick u-turn, and began to backtrack down the street.

"So, what's the plan?" Amber asked nervously.

"Don't have one." He told her.

She turned her head sharply to look at him, "You don't have a plan?" She repeated frantically.

"Not really." He said weakly, allowing the Jeep to slow down to a crawl, "Should I just pull up next to them and-"

"Stiles. Floor it." She said quickly as they approached the parked car.

He looked over at her in confusion for a brief second, "What? Why? We need to-"

"Floor it!" She insisted in a rush, reaching out to wrap her hand around his own on the steering wheel.

Stiles pressed his foot back down on the gas. Amber tightened her fingers around his and at the last second cut the wheel to drive the vehicle directly into the bumper of Peter Hale's parked car. They both jerked forward against their seatbelts painfully as the Jeep came to an unexpected stop. The adults climbed out of the car in front of them and Amber and Stiles shared a brief look of panic before both tumbling out from the vehicle and into the rain.

"Are you kidding me?" Melissa McCall was saying as she checked for damage on the back of Peter's car. Her gaze caught on the two teens stumbling out in front of the Jeep and she glared at them in disbelief, "Stiles!" She scolded the boy, eyes drifting over to the girl beside him, "Amber. What the hell are you two-"

"Ms. McCall?" Stiles said in mock surprise.

"Gosh, Ms. McCall, we are so sorry." Amber apologized weakly, eyes drifting over to where Peter was standing beside the woman.

Scott's mom glared and Stiles took a step toward Amber to drop an arm over the girl's shoulders as casually as he could manage, "Wow. This is- This is just crazy! What a coincidence, huh?" He asked Amber.

"Such a weird coincidence!" She nodded emphatically, wet strands of hair beginning to stick to her cheeks from the rain.

"Ha ha." Ms. McCall laughed dryly, not looking at all amused by the situation.

"I mean- I do not know what happened," Stiles explained, tightening his arm around Amber's shoulders, "You guys just came out of nowhere-"

"Totally outta nowhere." Amber agreed, looking at Stiles with faux surprise, "One second, empty road. And the next-"

"Out of nowhere?" Ms. McCall repeated in a shout, "We were parked on the side of the street!"

"Yeah.. How crazy is that?" Amber shook her head in what she hoped looked like disbelief.

Stiles nodded, "Y'know, we should probably call the cops.. Do one of those accident report things-"

"Oh, I don't think that's necessary." Peter said quickly, looking out through the rain falling around them.

"Are you sure?" Stiles asked quickly, letting his arm drop from Amber's shoulders and beginning to rub at the back of his neck, "I think I'm feeling a little whiplash-"

Amber gasped in feigned concern and turned to stand in front of him. She brought one hand up to his shoulder and cupped the other softly over the back of his neck.

"Whiplash?" Ms. McCall was repeating incredulously at them in a shout as Peter Hale stepped away toward the front of his own car, "You hit us!"

Stiles craned his neck to the side and winced, "I don't know, there's definitely something wrong with my neck-"

Amber frowned in sympathy and rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, "Yeah, we should probably call someone so you can get checked out by a doctor or an EMT or-"

"He doesn't need a doctor!" Ms. McCall told her in annoyance.

Peter Hale rejoined them after a moment and he looked between the teens with a calculating stare before he spoke, "Look, there's no real damage to either of our vehicles. Why don't we do a rain check on dinner," He turned to face Melissa, "And I'll call you a cab to take you home."

"Stiles' neck-" Amber protested quietly.

"I'm sure the boy will recover." Peter told her in barely concealed irritation.

Amber nodded and pulled Stiles a step away from the werewolf, "Right. Sounds good to me. Does that sound good to everyone else?"

Stiles nodded quickly, "Sounds like a solid plan. You call that cab and we'll-" Peter's glare made him falter before continuing, "And we'll get out of here."

Peter pulled a cell phone from his pocket with a displeased frown and made the call, despite the pinched look of disappointment on Melissa McCall's face.

Once Ms. McCall's ride had been called, Stiles and Amber rushed back into the Jeep to escape her wrath and sat inside until they watched her say goodbye to Peter Hale and climb into a cab.

Amber let her head drop back against the seat with a sigh, "Mission accomplished?"

Stiles reached across the vehicle to lay his hand over hers on the bench seat, "Mission accomplished." He told her, "For now, at least."

"That's very reassuring." She laughed sarcastically, turning her head to look at him in the dark of the car.

He shrugged with a grin, "What can I say?"

"Well, you could let me believe for ten seconds that everything is gonna be okay." She joked.

"Alright." He nodded, starting the vehicle up again, "Everything is gonna be okay."

Everything was decidedly not okay.

On Sunday, Amber laid on her back on Scott's unmade bed, anxiously tossing a lacrosse ball up in the air above her head. She was increasing the height of her throws in small increments in an attempt to see how far she could throw it and still manage to catch it in her hands. She'd started the action hoping to distract herself from worrying about Derek.

It wasn't working.

Scott squatted down at the side of the bed and threw the dangling blankets up to cover Amber's feet as he poked his head underneath the bed frame.

"Call it again." Scott demanded without looking at where Stiles was straddling a chair across the room.

"It's not here." Stiles told him for the twelfth time.

"So, you lost your phone again, what's the big deal?" Amber asked, taking a deep breath and throwing the ball above her face again, "Shouldn't we be worrying about-"

Scott suddenly rose to frantically search the blankets around Amber's body. She yelped as he knelt onto the mattress and rolled her to the side carelessly. The lacrosse ball came falling back down and Amber only narrowly avoided falling off of the bed, the ball dropping onto the end mattress before rolling to the floor from Scott's wrestling with the duvet.

"Yeah," Stiles agreed as he watched his friends, "Why don't you just get another new one?"

Scott crawled over Amber's body, his knee digging uncomfortably into her thigh in his haste to climb back to the floor. She squeaked in pain but he was already on his hands and knees on the hardwood again, digging through a pile of discarded shoes at the end of the bed.

"I can't afford a new one!" Scott told them anxiously, "And I can't do this alone! We need to find Derek." He pushed up from the floor and paced the room again as his eyes looked for someplace else he could dig around in search of his phone.

"Okay 'A', You already know I want to find Derek," Amber told him seriously as she sat up, "But how are we supposed to do that?"

Stiles rested his arms on the back of the desk chair he was straddling and he cut in quickly before Scott could respond, "And 'B', didn't you say 'Derek walked into gunfire'?" His eyes drifted to Amber with a shrug, "He sounds pretty dead to me."

Amber leaned over the side of the bed to grab the fallen lacrosse ball and quickly threw it across the room where it smacked loudly into Stiles' chest before he could attempt to catch it.

"Derek is not dead." She told Stiles with a glare as he rubbed at the spot where the ball had hit him.

Scott peeked his head into his ensuite bathroom as he spoke over his shoulder, "Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him."

"Alright." Stiles conceded, "So then, why don't we just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter.. Problem solved."

"We are not letting them use Derek to do anything." Amber looked at Stiles in bafflement.

"Yeah. Especially not if Peter is going after Allison to get to Derek!" Scott interjected anxiously, throwing a pile of laundry across the room and rushing over to his bookshelf to shuffle things around, "I can't protect her on my own. Which means, we need to find Derek first."

Amber looked between her best friends and shook her head in irritation, "Also because, lord knows what the honest to god werewolf hunters are doing with Derek right now?" She prompted. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting from the two of them, but it definitely hadn't been so little compassion. She waved her hands around emphatically as she continued, "Y'know, pain, torture, cutting him open to leave trails of blood for the Alpha to follow-"

"Can you both just help me find my phone?" Scott interrupted, "Now? Please!"

"Y'know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting." Stiles told Scott as he looked between his best friends, "You both remember that? When Derek was trying to kill you, Scott? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson?" Stiles turned to Amber with an incredulous look, "Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"

Scott spoke before she could, "He wasn't going to kill anyone." Scott insisted.

"And we are not letting him die." Amber said firmly.

Stiles gripped the back of his chair and shook it with a distressed whine, "Could you both at least think about letting him die?" He pleaded, "For me?"

"No." Amber kicked her foot out and pushed at Stiles' chair, rolling him back and sending him crashing into the wall.

Scott suddenly paused in his search for the first time in two hours, tilting his head toward the window as he listened to something only he could hear.

"What?" Amber asked Scott quietly, curious about what was happening but not wanting to disturb what he was listening to.

"My mom just got home from work." He said sadly, still looking out the window, remaining focussed on what his mother was doing outside for a long minute.

"Is she okay?" Stiles asked after he had righted himself in his chair again, "What's she doing?"

"Did something happen?" Amber continued quickly.

Scott shook his head unhelpfully, "She-She's crying."

He sighed and came over to the end of the bed, dropping down to sit beside Amber.

She reached an arm around his back and nudged her knee against his thigh, "Scott.. You-you can't protect everyone from everything." She told him cautiously, her eyes bouncing between the Stiles and the side of Scott's head.

"I have to." He told them determinedly.

As Stiles drove Amber home at dinner time, she allowed the soothing movements of his driving distract her from the ever present pang of worry in her chest for Derek.

His right hand had a loose grip where it rested loosely on knob at the end of the gear lever and she watched the effortlessly smooth movements of Stiles shifting between gears as they moved along the dark roads.

Every once in a while, his lips pursed unconsciously as he got lost in his own head and Amber spared a fleeting thought to how much she'd like to kiss those lips for real. She wanted to kiss him for more than some childhood game, or for more than a passing second on accident. She found herself wanting desperately to kiss him until her own lips were reddened and sore from it.

Stiles straightened his fingers out in a stretch the next time he shifted between gears and he used the ball of his hand to push the lever up. Amber tipped her head back against the metal of the window frame and found herself transfixed as she stared at the long line of his fingers.

His eyes flicked over to her for a moment, too quick for her to hide the way her own gaze rested on him obviously.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked, attention flicking back and forth between her and the road in front of him.

Her cheeks heated at being caught watching him so blatantly and she shrugged before realizing he hadn't seen the action, "I dunno. 'S just.. relaxing."

"What's relaxing?" He asked as he shifted down and made a turn.

"Watching you drive." She admitted, "It's like, you don't even have to think about it- Like somehow you know when you need to change gears before the car does." She shifted in her seat, "It's not like that when I drive," She laughed quietly, "You make it look so effortless." And hot, she thought silently.

"I've got more experience than you," He told her easily, eyes drifting over to her again, "But you're still making me nervous staring like that."

"Sorry." She apologized softly, still not averting her gaze.

Stiles shook his head fondly and remained focused on the road as they neared her house. He turned to park in the driveway and she bent to unbuckle her seatbelt as they came to a stop.

"Thank you for the ride." She said as she pulled open the passenger side door.

"No problem." He told her, watching her close the door behind herself and giving her a small nod.

She tapped her hand against the window frame in silent goodbye before turning and heading up toward the porch.

She gave him a wave over her shoulder as he backed out of the driveway, pulling her keys out of her pocket. When she turned her house key in the front door, she frowned in confusion at the distinct lack of a click that usually signaled the release of the lock. She slowly swung the unlocked door open, pulling off her zip-up sweatshirt and hanging it on the peg beside the door as she stepped into the entryway.

"Jase?" She called out to her brother curiously, as she wandered further into the house, "You home?"

She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time in confusion. Jason had only left for the station that afternoon and he wasn't set to be off shift for another twenty four hours, at six o'clock the following evening.

When the house around her remained silent she stepped into the kitchen and tried again, "Derek?" She called out this time, "You here?"

She still didn't get a response and she moved toward the archway leading into the living room. Her heart was pattering nervously in her chest as she imagined turning a corner to suddenly find the werewolf bleeding out and dying.

"Derek?" She called again.

There was a quiet creak of a floorboard from behind her, in the hallway between the kitchen and the staircase. She jumped at the sound but she was grabbed by the shoulders before she could turn around to face the noise.

She let out a small squeak of surprise but the noise was muffled as a rag was pressed firmly over her mouth and nose. She thrashed her body in an attempt to dislodge the arms around her but her head grew fuzzy as she was forced to gasp in breaths through the fabric over her face.

She whined in fear and reached backwards, fingers catching in the long hair of the person behind her. Amber tightened her hand into a fist and pulled as her vision swam slowly, knees wobbling with her next breath and her grip loosening on her attacker as her eyes slipped shut and she fell unconscious.

The first time Amber woke, she was laying against a cold hard surface. She blinked sleepily and tried to focus her eyes, but she felt herself doze back into unconsciousness against her own volition.

She woke up like this several more times. Groggily looking at the dark empty room around her, but slipping back into sleep before she could make herself move much more than lifting her heavy head a few inches from the ground.

When she finally woke more clearly, there were a pair of hands beneath her armpits, dragging her across a cold stone floor. Her hands had been bound behind her back and she pulled weakly at the restraints. The material of whatever fabric was holding her hands together was soft and didn't seem to hurt despite being wrapped and tied off firmly.

She tried to lift her head from where it was limply hanging between her shoulder blades and she groaned quietly at the throbbing headache she was harboring from whatever had caused her to pass out in the first place.

"Oh, good. You're awake." A chillingly familiar voice said before roughly dropping Amber to the ground in a heap, "Pulling your dead weight has been a real pain in the ass."

The girl let out a quiet gasp of pain as her hands and arms were pinned uncomfortably between her body and the cement beneath her. The feeling only lasted a moment and then she was hauled up aggressively until her feet were unsteadily underneath her. Amber stumbled and her knees buckled, eyes blinking rapidly in an attempt to steady her hazy vision while her captor jostled her with hands on her shoulders.

Amber continued to stumble as she was led down the long dark passage through some sort of underground cellar. As her brain cleared, she turned her head to get a look at the woman behind her.

Kate Argent continued to push the girl forward, looking frighteningly beautiful and shooting Amber a sly smile when she noticed the girl's now-attentive gaze.

"Der!" Kate called out teasingly in a singsong voice, "I have a surprise for you!"

Kate tugged Amber to a stop just outside a slightly more well lit room, the brightness leaching out through the doorway and into the dark corridor.

At the annoying nickname for Derek, Amber's heart had begun to pound in her chest and she opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped when one of Kate's hands reached up to cover her lips firmly.

"I don't care." Derek's voice snapped, words coming slowly.

Kate peered into the doorway, holding Amber against the wall just outside with her hand over the girl's mouth. The woman smiled, "Oh, play nice, Der. After all, I did bring your girlfriend for a visit."

Her words were punctuated by sending Amber into the room with a hard shove. Without her hands to brace herself, when Amber's feet caught underneath her from the unexpected push, she was sent to the ground and onto her knees. She winced at the impact against the stone floor but quickly shuffled to get back to her feet, her eyes darting around anxiously. Kate was hovering close by and Amber took a nervous step to the side as her gaze caught on Derek.

The werewolf was shirtless and bound to a tall metal grate with cuffs around his hands and ankles, his face pale and sweaty from whatever abuse he'd endured over the last forty-odd hours.

Amber's chest tightened with anxiety and her hands pulled feebly at the binds around her wrists without thought.

"Derek-" His name fell from her lips in both relief to see him alive and panic at seeing him so helpless.

"It's funny," Kate interrupted, draping a hand over Amber's left shoulder and pushing down until her legs buckled and the girl fell to her knees again, "Y'know, I could've sworn you had a thing for older women," Amber looked up to see Kate grinning at Derek, "But it looks like you're interested in girls a little younger, these days."

Amber frowned but Derek simply growled and pulled at his restraints. Whether he was trying to break free to get to Amber or Kate, it was hard to be sure.

"I'm here because you think I'm Derek's girlfriend?" Amber asked, her stomach dropping at the realization that the woman had to have somehow gotten the information from Allison, "I-I'm not- I'm not Derek's girlfriend-"

"Oh, sweetie, you don't have to lie," Kate told Amber while patting her on the head in a way that felt condescending, "I know he slept with you just the other night. Tell me, what would your big brother think if he found out you were screwing a guy his age?"

"We're not." Derek grunted. "I am nothing like you. You're wrong. So just, let her go." His words came out slowly, as if each one was causing him pain.

It was only then that Amber felt the everpresent charge of electricity in the air. Her eyes caught on the cables attached to the metal grate Derek was chained to and she traced the path of the cables over to where they connected to some sort of large control panel. The knobs on the panel were all turned halfway up on a dial that went to ten; If having them set to five out of ten had Derek weak and in pain, Amber worried what would happen if Kate were to crank the dial up all the way.

"Oh, Der. I can't do that quite yet," Kate responded to Derek's statement, "Before we really get started, let's just get Beta suspect number one out of the way," She pulled Amber back up with a hand fisted in the girl's hair.

Amber gasped as she was tugged to her feet again and before she could process what was happening, something sharp sliced across the side of her stomach through the fabric of the tshirt she was wearing. "I can't imagine you're only pretending to be this weak and helpless, but.. Well, you can never be too sure, can you?"

Amber's hair was released and she strained against her binds again as she looked down at the blood beginning to seep through the gray cotton of her shirt. Her hands itched to reach down and touch, to relieve some of the achingly sharp sting from the deep cut. She watched the fabric darken and stick against her skin as she bled, her mind blank as her heart pounded in her ears.

"You think I'm a werewolf?" She squeaked incredulously after a moment.

Kate shrugged, wiping the blood from the small blade in her hand with a cloth, "I'm starting to doubt it. But, let's check, shall we?"

Kate resheathed her weapon and reached out to pull Amber's shirt up a few inches to reveal the three inch cut along the side of her lower abdomen. The wound was quite obviously still open and bleeding steadily. It dripped down to stain the light wash denim of her jeans a dark red.

"Hm," Kate hummed in disappointment, shoving Amber back down onto her knees with a tight grip at the back of the girl's neck, "Alright, Derek. It's not your girlfriend-"

"I'm not his girlfriend." Amber repeated frantically, heart pounding in her chest. She looked up from the blood soaking into her clothes and watched Derek's angry glare as he continued to pull weakly at his restraints.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Alright, sure. You're 'not his girlfriend.' But, one, if not both of you, knows who the Alpha and the other Beta are and I'm gonna need you to tell me."

The three of them settled into an uncomfortable silence and Amber took a shaky breath and shifted on her knees to relieve some of the pressure from where they were already beginning to ache from their repeated impact with the hard floor.

Kate sighed before continuing, "Derek here won't tell me.. He's a tough one to crack, but you," Kate clicked her tongue and tilted her head at Amber, "I think you might be more willing. With a bit of persuasion, of course."

Amber slid a small step away on her knees to put distance between Kate and herself, "You don't need to persuade me because I don't know who they are." She lied quickly.

Before she could say another word, Kate had shoved Amber onto her back on the hard floor. The woman straddled her and brought the back of her arm to rest over Amber's throat, applying just enough pressure that the girl struggled to pull in oxygen on her next breath.

"Are you sure about that, sweetie?" Kate asked innocently, raising her eyebrows and pushing her arm down that much harder against Amber's windpipe.

"I don-" Amber's words came out choked and incoherent, and Kate let up a fraction so that the girl could speak, "I don't know. I don't know who the Beta is. Or- Or the Alpha. I swear."

Kate squinted down at her in scrutiny before lifting her gaze up to Derek, "I guess you're gonna have to tell me, Derek."

"Derek, don't worry about me, okay? Please don't-" Amber's desperate pleas were cut off when Kate pushed the back of her forearm down against the girl's neck again.

Amber's arms were pinned to the cold floor beneath her back and her lungs were already beginning to hurt from the lack of oxygen. Her throat ached and her face felt too hot as she suffocated. Just when she was beginning to wonder whether Kate was truly intending to kill her, the woman above her was gone.

Amber coughed, rolling onto her side to gasp in deep breaths, head swimming as she recovered.

Kate was crossing the room to stand behind the control panel on the table along the wall, giving both Derek and Amber a smile before she cranked the knob up slowly. Derek took in pained shallow breaths as the electricity flowing into his body increased and Amber's jaw trembled from how tightly she was clenching it shut.

Shifting her focus onto Amber, Kate smiled as she turned the knob up that much more until Derek's whole body was tight with agony.

Amber got to her knees and yanked uselessly once more against the cloth wrapped tightly around her wrists. Her eyes burned with tears as she was forced to watch Derek pull on his own restraints and groan angrily.

"We don't know!" She cried, sitting back on her feet as she took in a heaving breath, "We don't know who they are, please. Please, stop-"

Kate pursed her lips and turned down the controls again. Amber watched Derek's body relax slightly at the decrease of electricity rushing through his body and she too sagged in relief.

"Alright, alright." Kate held up her hands in mock surrender. She made her way over to the teenage girl and pulled her back to her feet with a hand around her bicep, leading her over toward the table by the door. Standing pressed against her back, Kate grabbed a small slip of paper with a phone number written on it and slipped it into the front pocket of the girl's jeans. "I just want you to remember; Every second that you're at home. At school. Cozied up in bed.. I want you to remember what I'm doing to Derek. What I'll continue doing to Derek until we find the other Beta and the Alpha." Kate spoke softly with her lips pressed against the shell of Amber's ear, "Call me. If you figure anything out and you decide you want to put an end to poor Derek's pain and suffering."

And with that, Kate's hand lifted to press a citrusy smelling bundle of cloth back over Amber's mouth and nose. Amber's eyes went to Derek in panic. She didn't want to leave him here by himself to be tortured. The girl thrashed her body violently in an attempt to loosen Kate's hold on her but she only succeeded in exerting herself and pulling in deeper breaths of the chemical coating the rag.

The last thing Amber saw as her vision blurred, was Derek's face, pinched tight in pain and what the girl thought might have been worry.

In the locker room after free period on Monday, Stiles nudged Scott's shoulder, "Have you seen or heard from Amber today?" He asked as he checked his phone again.

Scott shook his head with a shrug, "No phone, remember? And I haven't seen her. But that doesn't mean anything bad, alright? She probably just isn't feeling well."

Stiles frowned worriedly and slipped his phone back into his pocket, "I don't know, man. It just doesn't seem-"

"I think I'm gonna have Jackson take Allison to formal." Scott interrupted, already looking across the locker room over his shoulder.

Stiles blinked in surprise at the change in conversation and shook his head in disbelief, "Dude. Jackson's not going to do you any favors. Even if that favor is taking Allison to formal."

"I have to try," Scott told him determinedly, "I have a D in three classes. If Coach won't let me go to the dance, someone has to be able to protect her in case anything happens."

Stiles shrugged and shook his head as he and Scott approached Jackson at his lacrosse locker.

"What do you two dickwads want?" Jackson rolled his eyes, pulling his backpack off of a hook in his locker.

"I want you to take Allison to the dance." Scott told him.

Jackson didn't immediately answer and Stiles slammed the boy's locker shut before leaning against it to watch the trainwreck unfold.

"You want me to take her to formal?" Jackson finally asked for clarification.

"I don't want you to. I need you to." Scott said honestly and Stiles looked around them as the locker room began to clear out.

"Screw you," Jackson told Scott before turning to Stiles, "You know what, screw you too. In fact, screw each other." He said, gesturing between them.

"Hey, you know he saved your life, right?" Stiles reminded him, thinking back what he and Amber had been told about when they and Derek had been ambushed on Friday night.

"He left me for dead." Jackson said.

Scott looked at the boy in disbelief, "I got shot for you."

"Oh, yeah?" Jackson asked, looking between them, "Show me the bullet wound."

"You know it healed." Scott defended quietly.

"Mm," Jackson hummed, pulling on the strap of his backpack, "Convenient."

"Just, do it for Allison," Scott pleaded, "Okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking around-the-clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance."

Jackson looked at Stiles in disbelief and Stiles averted his gaze, leaning his head back against the lockers to look at the ceiling.

Jackson spluttered quietly, "Have her dad do it. Okay? He's the one actually equipped to handle this."

"How am I supposed to do that and.. And keep him from finding out about me?" Scott asked quickly.

"Not my problem." Jackson told him, shaking his head and going to push past them.

Scott's arm shot out to block Jackson's path and slammed against the locker beside Stiles. Scott waited until Jackson took a step back before he spoke.

"You're her friend too." He told Jackson, "You are. All that time you spent with her to get to me.. You can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me you don't care if she gets hurt."

"What if I get hurt?" Jackson questioned.

Scott didn't hesitate before answering, "Then it's worth it."

Jackson shook his head, "Not to me." He said, pushing between them and heading toward the front of the locker room.

Stiles made a face and turned to watch him go, "I'm not going to say 'I told you so'.." Stiles said before licking his lips, "'Cause that's not strong enough. How about, 'I'm always right, and you should listen to whatever I have to say and never disagree ever. Ever, ever. For the sake of your wolflihood.'"

He blinked at Scott and awaited a response.

Scott's eyes narrowed in determination, "I'm not done." He told Stiles before moving to follow after Jackson.

"You're not done." Stiles repeated quietly in exasperation. He leaned back against the locker with a loud thump, "Okay."

There was a crash from the front of the locker room and Stiles scrambled to round the corner of lockers and see what was going on. Scott had thrown Jackson against the locker room door and was holding him up off of the floor easily with his wolfy-strength. Jackson's fear-filled eyes met Stiles' over the top of Scott's head and he pulled at the hand fisted in his shirt.

"Okay, okay!" Jackson agreed frantically, "I'll take her to the dance! Just put me the hell down!"

Rather than simply let Jackson's feet back down onto the floor, Scott tossed Jackson to the side where he slammed into a row of lockers with a bang. The boy scrambled to pick up his bag and pull it back onto his shoulder.

"Ask her now." Scott told him.

"Okay, alright. I'll go ask her now." Jackson said quickly before rushing through the door and out into the hallway.

Stiles came to stand beside Scott and they both followed behind at a leisurely pace as they stalked Jackson down the hall.

"So, that worked." Stiles observed amusedly.

Scott pulled him to a stop and the two of them peered around the corner to look at where Jackson was talking to Allison in front of her locker. He was sweating and smiling nervously and Stiles shook his head with a roll of his eyes at the lack of subtlety. Jackson and Allison talked for a long minute, and while they couldn't hear what was being said, all seemed to be going according to plan.

"Hey," Stiles said quietly, nudging Scott, "Don't worry. I'll be there too."

"I'm still going." Scott told him as they watched Allison take Jackson's arm in her grip and lead him away down the hall.

"Is that such a good idea?" Stiles asked, "Do you even have a date?"

"Not yet." Scott said.

Stiles pursed his lips, "Do you have a suit?"

"Not yet." Scott repeated in annoyance.

"Do you have a ticket to the formal?" Stiles questioned dubiously, "A ride there?"

Scott sighed, "No. And no." He shrugged and looked at Stiles as his face broke into a grin, "Did you ask Amber yet?"

Stiles frowned and readjusted his backpack over his shoulder, "Not-not in so many words.." Scott raised his eyebrows and Stiles shoved his shoulder, "-Or in any words. Look, I'm working on it. And besides, we're not talking about me. We're talking about you."

"Okay." Scott surrendered, raising his hands in submission.

Stiles nodded before giving his sarcastic approval, "So, you. You're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit, or any way in.. With werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your werewolf ass."

"Yeah," Scott agreed, "You gonna help me?"

Stiles grinned and grabbed Scott by his shoulder, "Hell yeah."

When Amber woke again, it happened slowly — much the same as she had the first time around. She regained consciousness a handful of times, not managing much beyond looking bleary-eyed around her living room in confusion before she drifted off again and again.

When she finally woke with minimal fuzz clouding her brain, it was to the realization that she was laying on her living room sofa, the bright daylight streaming in through the windows urging her to sit up slowly.

A quiet whine of discomfort slipped past her lips when the movement both caused her brain throb painfully in her skull, and pulled painfully at the cut she was still sporting across her stomach. Her hand went down to lift the hem of her tshirt and she found that the movement had torn open the scab that had dried over the wound at some point, a slow trail of blood once again making it's way down toward her already stained jeans.

On unsteady feet, she moved toward the kitchen, gaze catching the clock on the wall as a wave of nausea washed over her. It was after three o'clock in the afternoon already. Her stomach churned anxiously at the knowledge that she'd spent a majority of the last twenty hours unconscious.

She spotted her phone lying on the kitchen floor where she must've dropped it the night before and bent to pick it up but she was forced to place a white-knuckles grip onto the counter top of the island when the action caused a violent wave of dizziness. Trying desperately not to puke, she pulled in a deep shaky breath and unlocked her phone to find two text messages from Lydia, and four texts along with two missed calls from Stiles.

Shaky fingers fumbled to click on Stiles' contact as she slid to the kitchen floor and leaned her back against the cabinets. Her knees drew into her chest as she listened to the loud ringing and waited for him to pick up, her hand trembling where she held the phone up to her ear.

"Yo," Stiles answered the phone casually, the barest hint of worry in his voice, "Where were you today? I've been texting you."

"Stiles?" Amber breathed in quiet relief, "Are- are you with Scott?"

"No, I just dropped him off at home," Stiles said in confusion, "Why? What's wrong? I can go pick him back up-"

"No!" She told him quickly, taking a slow breath before continuing, "No, don't get Scott. Can you- Can you just come get me?" She asked in a soft whisper.

She had a brief thought about going upstairs to get clean clothes, but when her eyes drifted up to the doorway where Kate had surprised her the night before, her heartbeat picked up in her chest.

"Yeah, 'course. Why- Are you at home? What's goin' on? You're making me nervous." Stiles rambled off quickly on the other end of the phone.

"I'm home," She told him, eyes raking over the room around her.

The room that Kate had infiltrated and waited patiently in so that she could ambush her in the dark–

"But I-I don't wanna be here. I can't-" A small sob interrupted her and her eyes welled with tears.

"Hey, no. No, don't cry," Stiles pleaded quickly, "I'll be right there okay? Just- Just give me five minutes. I'll be right there."

She tried to make a noise of acknowledgment but all that came out was another small sob. She curled in on herself as she cried, the cut on her stomach stinging in protest as she did so. She didn't end the call, but she let the phone fall from her ear as she leaned her face into her knees and wrapped her arms around her head.

She cried for what had to have been five minutes, because the next thing that she was aware of was Stiles' voice shouting out to her from the front of the house.

"Stiles?" Amber called out, voice hoarse from her sobs.

He ran around the corner and skidded into the kitchen, only hesitating in the doorway at the sight of her for a second before he dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Hey, what's going on? What happened?" He asked worriedly, gently prying her hands away from her face.

She took a shaky breath and his eyes caught on her fingertips. He pulled at her wrist to lift her hands between their faces and show Amber the dark red smudges on the fingers of her left hand.

"Is this blood?" Stiles asked quickly, "Amber, is this your blood?"

She sniffled once and dropped her left leg to the floor, revealing the rip and dark stain in the light fabric of her shirt. Stiles' eyes widened and he looked up to meet her gaze quickly before leaning forward to reach for the hem of her shirt. He lifted it slowly to expose the bloody wound on her abdomen.

"Amber, what the hell?" He exclaimed worriedly, "What- What is this? What happened?"

"Kate Argent." She said quietly, leaning her head back against the cabinets again when her head throbbed, "She thinks Derek and I- She wants to know who the Alpha and the other Beta werewolf are. She-she wanted me to tell her about Peter Hale and Scott and she took me to see Derek-"

"So Derek is alive?" Stiles interrupted.

"She's torturing him," Amber cried quietly, "She wanted to prove I wasn't the Beta, so she cut me to see if I'd heal. She-She wanted me to tell her about Scott."

Stiles reached up to rub her shoulders, "Did you?"

"No!" She told him quickly, "No, of course not! I-I told her I didn't know who they were."

"Okay." He said quietly in thought, "Okay."

"When I got home last night, she was here." She whispered, her eyes drifting over toward the doorway again, "She was waiting for me and she drugged me but- But I don't know where she took me. Derek was right there in front of me but I still don't know where he is-"

"Hey, it's okay." Stiles assured her, "You're okay."

She let out another small sob, "What do we do? We need to keep Scott safe but Derek-"

"We're gonna figure it out, okay?" He promised, "We'll talk to Scott and-"

"No!" She told him quickly, "We can't tell Scott what happened."

"What?" He asked incredulously, tightening his grip on her shoulders, "Amber, we have to tell Scott."

She shook her head, "We can't. Stiles, he's already distracted worrying about Allison. I can't have him worried about me too. If he's not focused he's gonna get hurt."

"You're already hurt." He defended.

"Exactly." She told him, sitting up straighter, "There's nothing we can do about it now, right? We can't tell him. If he's worried about me and something happens to him.. I can't- I couldn't handle that."

Stiles frowned at her worriedly, pursing his lips in frustration. He lifted a hand from her shoulder to smooth down her tangled hair, securing it behind her ear gently and Amber leaned into the contact and closed her eyes.

Stiles sighed, "Okay."

She cracked her eyes open and looked at him, gripping onto his hand with her right one, "Can we please get out of this house?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah." He agreed quickly, helping her to her feet with gentle hands, "Do you have a bag packed yet?"

She shook her head and Stiles nudged her through the doorway and toward the stairs, nodding his head and releasing her hand.

"Go," He told her gently, "Go pack a bag and I'll be right here, okay?"

"Okay." She agreed quietly.

When her feet didn't immediately obey and walk up the stairs, Stiles gave her another soft push and she took a deep breath before rushing to her bedroom.

She quickly threw things into a duffel bag in preparation to sleep at Stiles' house. She tossed pajamas, toiletries, and clothes for the following day into it carelessly. Grabbing her school bag, she pulled both bags over her shoulder before fleeing her bedroom and running back down the stairs.

When she came to a stop in the hallway that separated the staircase, the living room, and the kitchen, Stiles was nowhere to be seen.

"Stiles?" She called out worriedly, heart beating frantically in her chest.

The boy in question turned the corner from the living room and stepped in front of her. When he noticed the look of fear on her face and her panicked breathing, he moved closer.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked quickly.

She took a slow breath, forcing herself to calm down from her overreaction, "I-I came back down and your weren't right here and I thought-"

"I'm sorry." He apologized quickly. He reached up to take her bags, pulling them onto his own shoulder and grabbing her hand to tug her toward the front door, "C'mon, let's go. You really need to clean that cut."

She nodded and squeezed his hand tightly in hers as they stepped outside. She reluctantly released him when they got to the front of the vehicle and split off to climb in on opposite sides.

During the ride to the Stilinski house, Amber tilted her head to rest against the window. The cool glass against her temple was a welcome relief to the pounding headache lingering from the drugs. The seatbelt dug uncomfortably into her hip every once in a while, and when they eventually came to a stop, she sighed gratefully.

The moment they were inside, Stiles pulled her upstairs and pushed her toward his bedroom. He dropped her bags in the doorway and rushed off in the direction of the bathroom. Amber had only made it a few steps over toward the bed before he re-emerged with a small first aid kid gripped in his hand.

He stepped toward her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, pushing her to sit down on the edge of the bed. He knelt down on the floor in front of her and positioned himself between her legs.

"Lemme look at it more closely?" He asked politely, his hands hesitating to lift up her shirt again.

She nodded with a frown and tugged the ruined shirt over her head, dropping it onto the bed beside her.

Stiles swallowed and looked at her bra-clad chest distractedly for a moment. Amber watched his tongue poke out to lick his lips and just as she was beginning to contemplate pulling him up by his shirt to kiss him, he seemed to suddenly snap out of it. He shook his head and moved to rest his hands gently on her hip and stomach, fingers prodding gently at the wound there.

She sucked in a sharp breath and he pulled back to dig through the small plastic box beside him for a moment. He wetted a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol and braced his left hand over her stomach again.

"This is definitely gonna sting." He warned, looking up at her before the cotton could make contact with her cut.

She nodded and pulled her lower lip into her mouth, urging him on.

He took a breath and wiped the damp cotton ball gently over the bloodied skin on her abdomen. She whined quietly at the sharp sting of the alcohol and reached out to wrap her hand around Stiles' left wrist. He removed his left hand from her stomach and tangled their fingers together quickly, allowing her to squeeze his hand tight as he continued to wipe the wound clean.

Once the blood had been cleared away, the cut didn't look nearly as gruesome as it had before. Stiles tossed the small pile of bloodied cotton balls into the garbage can beside the bed and leaned back onto his heels as he seemed to contemplate what to do next.

"D'you want me to put the suture bandages on now, or did you want to take a shower or anything first?" He asked, the thumb of his right hand rubbing softly along the top of her thigh.

"I think I wanna shower." She said quietly. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind, but now that he'd suggested it, she desperately craved the warm water over her skin.

Stiles nodded his approval and moved out from between her legs to give her room to stand up. He followed her into the hallway and went to the linen closet while she dug around in the medicine cabinet for a moment in search of painkillers for her head.

"Are you hungry?" He asked as he handed her a towel.

She shrugged, "Honestly, I- I'm kind of nauseous- From whatever she drugged me with." She admitted quietly.

He nodded, "Okay."

Once she'd been given her towel, Amber took a couple of aspirin and closed the bathroom door before moving to turn the hot water on.

She stripped out of her filthy jeans and removed her bra and underwear before climbing under the steaming spray. She tilted her head back and allowed the water to flow over her face as she held her breath, relishing in the warmth enveloping her.

Washing her hair with Stiles' nearly always full bottle of shampoo, she scrubbed vigorously at her scalp. When she lathered herself up with the body wash, the smell made her stomach flutter even as it dripped down into the cut across her abdomen and stung violently.

Once she was clean, she let herself slide down the shower wall until she was sitting on the floor of the tub. She pulled her knees into her chest and breathed in the cologne scented steam around her, taking long deep breaths until she felt herself begin to calm.

When she wrapped a towel around herself a few minutes later and made her way back into the bedroom, Stiles was sitting up on the bed doing homework, one pencil in his hand and another clenched between his teeth. Amber smiled softly at the sight of him and she hesitated in the doorway distractedly for a moment.

Stiles looked up after a few seconds and caught sight of her, the pencil in his mouth dropping to land in his lap silently as his mouth gaped. Amber stalked forward and grabbed her duffle from the floor to toss it onto the end of the bed, digging around for her pajamas even though it was barely four o'clock.

"D'you mind if I change in here?" She asked as she pulled out her clothing, "It's really steamy in the bathroom and now I'm all-"

"Hot."

Her eyes snapped up to meet his and she nodded slowly, "Yeah. I feel like if I go back in there to get changed I'm gonna burst out of my skin."

Stiles nodded silently, his eyes flicking over her slowly. After ten seconds had passed and he continued to distractedly nod his head, she shuffled on her feet.

"Okay, so can you just.. Put a pillow over your head or something?" She asked in amused confusion.

There was an audible click as Stiles' mouth snapped closed. He quickly grabbed a pillow from behind his back and pressed it over his face with both hands.

"I've been blinded." He announced.

"Thanks so much." She laughed, dropping her towel cautiously and pulling on her underwear.

She tugged on a pair of admittedly very short but also very soft pajama shorts along with an aged band tee that she'd cut off just above her belly button at some point over the years.

Once she was dressed, she tossed her bag back onto the floor and draped her damp towel over the back of the desk chair.

"All clear." She said as she flopped onto her back at the foot of the bed, laying horizontal from where Stiles was propped back against the headboard.

He dropped the pillow and moved his books off to the side of the bed before crawling to sit beside her.

"Did the shower help?" He asked, leaning over the side of the bed to pull the first aid kit up onto the bed.

She nodded her head against the mattress, watching him as he pulled out a box of bandages and began peeling off the wrappings.

He leaned forward slowly, his left hand settling over the fabric of her shorts before sliding up to brush gently over the gash at the bottom of her abdomen. Amber took a slow breath as he pinched the skin together and stuck the first suture to her clean skin. He slowly repeated the process, laying tiny bandages to hold the skin together until she looked down to see a neat row of little white stickies ensuring that the cut remained closed tightly.

"All done." Stiles told her as he collected all of the tiny wrappings to throw into the trash.

She watched as he leaned over the side of the bed to dispose of the garbage and slid the first aid kit along the floor before moving back to grab something from the bedside table, holding it out toward her.

She looked at the package as she took it from his outstretched hand and frowned in confusion, looking up to meet his gaze with a frown.

"I know you said you aren't hungry but then I was thinking about it and you probably haven't eaten since lunch yesterday and.. You had a salad, so." Stiles started quickly, "Well I went to look for saltines or something that would be easy on the stomach but we didn't have saltines. We did have those, though." He gestured to the plastic wrapper in her hands, "I figured graham crackers would probably be good too. Plus the sugar will help I think-"

She dropped the package of crackers into her lap and pulled him forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders, taking a shaky breath against the crook of his neck.

"Thank you." She told him, pulling back with butterflies fluttering annoyingly in her stomach, "You're probably right and I should definitely eat something."

Stiles broke into a gratified little smile at her praise and shrugged before moving to sit back where he'd been doing his homework.

Amber pulled open the packaging and snapped one of the crackers in half before munching on it slowly. She ate a couple as she watched Stiles work but stopped before she could overwhelm her empty stomach.

She crawled up the bed after a while to lay on the pillows beside where Stiles was sitting up and he looked down at her as she settled in comfortably. She blinked her suddenly heavy eyelids and yawned, looking up to watch him fiddle with his pencil and avert his gaze as he focussed on something across the room.

He sighed, "Hey, so.. Friday." Her eyes blinked more slowly and she heard his soft voice continue as she began to drift off, "D'you- d'you think maybe you'd want to go to formal? Like, together. As- As dates.. Incase that wasn't clear-"

But when Stiles risked a glance down at the girl beside him, she was fast asleep.

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20 questions for fic writers!

this kind of stuff is super neat to read from others and share and talk about sooo thank u so much for the tag @sugareey-makes-stuff!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On its face, 40, but 5 are co-creator tags because i illustrated them, 3 of them are art for the steter bang independently posted separate from their fics, 1 was gift art for the steter vday exchange, and 1 is a 60k+ roleplay that i only wrote like half of haha. so its actually 30-31

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

365,587 but again, not all my words. Without the 8 fics mentioned up top, its at 250,197 total. the fic i co wrote is 69,599. Without any of that, my total is 180,598. if i only cut half out, its at 215,397 which is. still pretty good i guess???

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Published, I have fics for Voltron Legendary Defender, Teen Wolf, Danny Phantom, and Sk8 the Infinity. I pretty much only write for Teen Wolf right now. I have WIPs and ideas for DC, Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun, and of course Danny Phantom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Grandma, What a Big Dick You Have! (the better to fuck you with my dear) (Sterek, WC 5,644, one shot, Rated E)

Churn My (Peanut) Butter (Steter, WC 3,074, one shot, Rated E)

A Collision of Interest is Inevitable  (This is that role-play) (PompousPep, WC 69,599, part 1 of ?, Rated M)

Why (not) Me? (Sterek, WC 6,496, one shot, Rated M)

Now Hiring (Sterek, WC 5,724, part 1 of WIP series that's currently 4 parts. Rated E)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my very best to meet my commenters however they meet me. If they just drop some emojis, i drop some back. If they give me a long, thought out comment, I give them one back. Etc etc.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This question and 7 are both hard because I pretty much exclusively write happy endings. A Snap, a Shudder, and a Home probably has the least upward lifting ending? It's not sad or angsty, but it speaks to unresolved tensions. The problem isn't over, even if they have a taste of peace. (Sterek, WC 1,669, one shot, Rated T)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They all have happy endings! ARGH! The most outwardly enduringly positive fic I've written, however, is probably:

Daisies and Daffodils (You Make Me Smile) (Sterek, WC 3,864, one shot, Rated T) I was just in such a smiley, indulgent mood the entire time I wrote it, and it still makes me warm and smiley about it now.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not technically, though I have gotten two particularly unpleasant comments. One was on a Sterek fanfic trope challenge fic, for the prompt "Forced Proximity". Stiles and Derek get put into a '7 minutes of heaven' sort of situation by Lydia and one commenter was SO MAD that I didn't tag the fic as RAPE/NONCON ????? They also lectured me about being sexist and having double standards because it wouldn't be okay if Sterek were Women, which was just all sorts of yikes. (WC 2,912, Rated M, link here.) The other time I got a negative comment was actually on my most recently posted WIP Under My Skin, which is a Stackson fic. The hatefulness wasn't directed at the fic itself, but it WAS targeted at one of the main protagonists of the fic, as if implying I would be "punishing" said character for his "crimes" which were Being Human and Struggling. It made me super, SUPER uncomfortable and I ended up leaving the thread on read because I just got so unhappy every time I read the comment that I decided it wasn't worth even trying to explain myself. (WC 55,613, chapter 18/?, Rated E, noncon warning)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Haha.... normally I would say that's literally most of what I write, but I have a surprising number of lengthier non-smutty fics than I realized. I also legitimately have a Just Porn fic series, though, and I've written some pretty horny stuff in general. (Sterek+ others, WC 23,152, Rated E, parts 4/?)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't, but I'm not opposed to doing one? I tend to prefer crossovers that are more, characters from X in setting from Y than, like, main characters interacting? But I have read a good few crossovers lately that have made me much more open TO writing a crossover in the future.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully not, yikes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Naw, but I'd be open to it! I have blanket permissions for a lot of stuff right on my ao3 profile. (:

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah :,^)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

If you'd asked me this like 5 years ago I would have said Drarry. I HAVE answered this question with Drarry many times. I think, at this point in time, however, it is shifting. It very well may be Sterek. Drarry has absolutely shaped a huge amount of how I create, how I write, what i read, etc. though so it would be inappropriate to say it held no influence over me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I think it's entirely possible i will never finish the TBHK Wondering Prince fic I started. It's somewhere between traditional fairy tale, medieval fantasy, and the witcher, with a good bit of TBHK's whimsical supernaturality.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I tend to do well with dialogue IMO, as well as general world building, both fantastical and mundane lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

plot. The actual beats of the story. I have wonderful, grand ideas on what a story should be! I even have thoughts on the conflicts, major stepping points, etc, but MAN do i get tripped up on the actual getting from point a to point b thematicall.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

*wiggly hand gesture* I think if it is a language you speak, and it is only occasional words or a line or two, it makes sense to use the other language, but in every spoken situation in visual media, you would get subtitles explaining what was being said if it went on longer than that. If the audience doesn't speak the language and they have to go to the end of the chapter/fic/etc to translate it, that can be enough for them to just gloss over and not even read it. Or, if you don't speak that language at all and you use google translate? you might have written something very different from your intent that people who DO speak it catch and get tripped up by. I think it's better to just, say that the character is speaking in another language and translate it in text for your readers.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

teeeeeeeeeechnically homestuck? for 'posted on ao3'?? But also, I've lowkey been writing fanfic adjacent works since i was like 6, but i don't rly wanna count that LOL

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This bitch is my baaaaaaaaby. Stackson, WC 55,613, Chapters 18/?. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48834448 Currently a WIP but with a deadline, so it WILL be finished! This is probably the fic that got me REALLY into writing fic on my own though. https://archiveofourown.org/works/29829636 It really brought me back to my love of writing and was the first finished work in a long ass time. I also think it's really funny and a great example of what I can do when I apply myself. (PompousPep, WC 4,545, 2 chapters, Rated M.)

Tagging: @geekmom13 @always-mimits @sinnabon-cosplay @okdeannawrites @whimsicalmeerkat @clotpolesonly @hedwig221b @wolfspurr @lavender-lotion @adrianfridge

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20 questions for fic writers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

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