#angsty sterek

EICHEN HOUSE JUST CALLED.

they said — and i quote — “we cannot contain whatever the hell you’ve become.”

and honestly?? VALID. i am currently writing chapter 19 of a new fic with so much volatile, nuclear-grade feral energy that if they tried to lock me up, i’d peel the doors off the hinges like they were made of wet tissue.

i am running on:

⚡️ five cans of Red Bull ⚡️ negative emotional regulation ⚡️ the spirit of the nogitsune cheering me on like an unholy sports dad

the nemeton is hiding behind a tree. the telluric currents shut themselves off like a tripped breaker. mountain ash is trying to file a restraining order.

because CHAPTER 19 IS POSSESSING ME.

we have:

✨ tattooed stiles whose ink absolutely has lore consequences ✨ a six-year time jump that emotionally annihilated derek hale so badly he is basically stubble and grief in a leather jacket ✨ heartbreak so potent, if you bottled it, it would count as a Class A supernatural weapon

and ME??

I AM TYPING LIKE I JUST BROKE OUT OF EICHEN HOUSE USING NOTHING BUT A RED BULL CAN AND MY VIBES.

every line i write sounds like a prophecy whispered under a blood moon. the document tried to crash and i stared at it so hard it reopened itself out of fear.

derek is on his knees in this chapter. the moon is trembling. stiles’ tattoos are glowing. my keyboard is smoking.

i am too powerful. i am too caffeinated. i am one more paragraph away from becoming a myth in the supernatural bestiary.

if eichen house tried to sedate me, the needle would melt.

anyway, going back in. if i start speaking latin backwards, just assume chapter 19 is finally complete.

feral void screech echoes through the preserve 🕷⚡️🔥🖤🌑

tiny sterek snippet from Porcelain Nights bc my brain won’t shut up:

“i keep seeing it,” stiles says, voice barely there. “her hands on you. your eyes on her. like i walked in on a version of you i was never supposed to know existed.”

derek’s breath stutters. “stiles—”

“don’t.” stiles laughs, small and broken. “you can’t tell me it didn’t happen. you can’t tell me i didn’t watch you choose someone who wasn’t me.”

derek steps closer, slow, careful, wrecked. “i didn’t choose her,” he whispers. “i just… lost you before i ever got the chance to have you.”

Teen Wolf AU: Everything is the same, but Stiles is getting fed up with Derek leading him on, and turning him on just to go off and try to get himself killed because he has some kind of freakish death wish

Stiles: "Do you have some kind of need to die, whenever you look at me or something?!"

Derek:"It's not that Stiles..."

Stiles: "Then why do you say you love me, then take off t...

Would I be considered insane, cuckoo, crazy, out of my mind, and any other word that has the same meaning as insane, if I consider myself as two people? As in, the me writing fanfictions is a totally different person from the me that my friends know?

For example, I said 'my friend' on a story I posted even though that was me but not me because that was the me who don't write slash fiction. Did I make any sense? O_O

Anyway, I've got a new (though angsty) Sterek fic right now. READ IT! XD