Got any good Sterek fic suggestions? (I'd prefer action to smut, if it isn't too much to ask. I really liked Home by typewriter-girl on ao3)
Well, there’s my fic recs on my blog, first of all, but here are a few new Sterek fics I’ve read since it was last updated. (I can’t promise there won’t be smut in some of these, though, or that they’ll be action packed, sorry.)
It’s still preseason, sure, but he needs to be practicing. He led the team to the State semifinals last year, and he’s determined to not only make it to the finals this year, but to win the title. He should be on the field right now, practicing his play calls and prepping for next week’s season opener against Saint Pius.
And he can’t do that if he’s wasting his time in detention with these losers. There are a couple of burnouts lazing over some seats by the window, one kid with his face on a desk, hood over his head, and a few Goth kids are sitting in the back corner, looking surly and morose. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you didn’t listen to such shitty music, he thinks, turning towards his usual seat in the back of the room.
He pauses for the briefest of moments when he sees who’s already sitting there, in the second-to-last row, black-clad limbs spread out, acoustic guitar in his lap, long fingers casually plucking at the strings.
It didn’t start off as anything other than friendship, werewolves are naturally touchy creatures and after everything that Stiles went through sometimes he needed physical contact to come back to himself. It really didn’t start as anything other than two guys who saved each other’s lives a lot, but it turned into… something.
* 36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071 words | Rated T | One-Shot)
“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”
Headcannons on how Remus would be when dating/in love with you? How the rest of the gang teases y'all and such? Please and thanks xoxo :)
My bad it took me 83918172818 years to do this but! Here goes!
I imagine Remus to be the kind of guy who is hit by significant realisations quite slowly.
Don’t get me wrong, he knows when his homework is due and what he feels for his friends when it’s 4am and he’s trying not to smile at the fact that they’re playing exploding snap and ignoring James singing about Lily for the billionth time.
And he knows what he feels for himself when it’s the morning after a full-moon and his throat is dry and cracked and everything hurts.
But love is a realisation he isn’t quite sure he’s actually having. So it’s slow. It’s him, standing in line at the library for a book he’s had on hold since forever, chewing his lip, wishing that the Ravenclaw in front of him didn’t have so many questions about Bathilda bloody Bagshot, of all up-and-coming authors - seriously? Seriously? Talk about tired writing, the most cliched of structural suppositions, but then, as the line moves on, he remembers the accent you put on to read from Bagshot’s latest book last week.
You were meant to be revising for your exams and Lily had nudged you to do more than just glare at the schedule you’d drawn for yourself.
James, Remus and Peter shared your table at Lily’s discretion: if anyone spoke at any moment that wasn’t the 10 minute break-slots she’d allocated, she’d personally hex them into the hospital wing. You’d grabbed the nearest book off the stack of your revision texts and off-setted her seriousness without even realising, pursing your lips and elongating your vowels as you whisper-read, sounding like a breathy, old bag of a lady. Bagshot.
Everyone had laughed, and laughed again at the blank look on your face. You’d only just realised they’d heard you. And Lily had shoved you in the arm, a light smile on her face. And Lupin had laughed into his jumper, meeting your eyes and looking like you’d just let him blow out the candles on his birthday cake.
He hugged his arms to his chest, now, smiling at the memory. The librarian handed over his book and for a second, he was frozen. Thinking of your face. How before, he’d only ever fantasied about kissing you.
During the crush phase, you weren’t always around, didn’t force yourself onto him/except for the times you did and he was more than happy about that. You dipped between friendship groups, but had, for long a time, always, always been a familiar face. A pretty face. The girl at breakfast. The girl with Lily. The girl who caught his eye when someone said something stupid and the privacy of the that feeling, the annoyance that tethered you two together, made him blush. The girl who, without any questions, ran into him and his friends on her way back from a late-night stroll and healed the sticky cut on his arm, no questions asked. Had placed a hand on his shoulder and, with those honest eyes, had asked him to please feel better. The girl who he hid behind bookshelves for if he saw her in the library: she made him nervous, she had James and Sirius calling after her so sweetly, nudging Remus, grinning at the fact that he could barely string a sentence around her anymore.
The girl who could not hide the displeasure she felt for her Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. And that was the moment he realised:
‘Shit.’ His hands were in his hair. He’d turned to his friends, the worn knit of his jumper rising a little on his stomach as he did so. ‘I should probably do something about this, right?’
Sirius’s voice came from the top bunk, met James’s, as he sat at the desk, ink from an unfinished essay all over his fingers, and Peter’s. He lay upside down on his bed, wand in his hand casting smoke rings that went in on themselves. Boredom in his pale blue eyes.
It was a droning, draining, tired, elongated, resounding ‘YES’
The person behind him in the line coughed. Remus grabbed the book, stumbled just a little and apologised to the librarian. Shy eyed, he steered himself to the study area, pulling the sleeves back on his white school shirt to get to work. He tapped his quill. Placed his ink-pot to the side. Smiled in spite of himself.
He thought of his girlfriend., before she was his girlfriend.
You’d called Professor Bleakley a bigot. A ‘prejudicial git who clearly had things to unlearn before he should’ve gotten a job teaching kids.’ And you’d gotten detention for it. But you hadn’t cared.
Remus had been tired that day. The full moon had drained him completely and so he’d had his head on the desk. You, however, sitting next to him, were bolt-upright. The lesson was on werewolves.
You’d huffed a few times under your breath, completely unaware of the low layer of anxiety accosting the boy sat next to you. Hearing about werewolves this way was hard.
It was scary. It was demonisation and dehumanisation and it made him wonder about himself, and all his monstrosity. Remus’ mouth was a thin line, his knuckles white against the oak wood of the desk and ready to punch a wall. Later. If he felt up to it.
'Personally,’ The professor had began, and Remus hadn’t really noticed the way the legs on the stool you’d sat on had screeched as you’d fidgeted. You were wary. Ready to spring into action if need be. 'I’m not 100% with the fraternisation of killers in public spaces. I daresay it robs us of our chances.’ The man’s tight smile was as greasy as his slicked-back hair. 'We can’t be sympathetic in an epidemic of such disease. Not when it offers an opportunity to harm us all. Not when it endangers us whole.’
Remus had sat up, mouth open to issue a slew of profanities but the girl sitting next to him had stood up before he had the time to.
'Tell me professor,’ She’d started, a fire burning in her eyes. Remus had noticed the way her hands were shaking, though her voice wasn’t. 'Do you actually believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth right now or do you get paid to say this stuff by whatever fascist paper you’ve taken a subscription out from? What gives you the right…’ She’d continued on, only to have half of what she’d said stolen by cheers from what sounded like James Potter and Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, and 80% of her classmates. ’… Make the dangerous assumption that every werewolf is a 'threat’ to society when the details of the condition are, at best, sketchy and often fabricated by organisations that embezzle donations to them and prey on vulnerable-“
‘Miss Y/L/N, that is enough!”
No, but sir I’m asking a question! I’m asking about this 'disease’ you’re talking about!”
‘Miss Y/L/N, if you do not cease and desist at this very moment, you’re looking at a MONTH’S WORTH OF DETENTION-’
‘But sir!’ You’d carried on, your heart hammering in your throat. ‘You still haven’t answered my question!’
Remus hadn’t seen you this angry before. The set of your jaw, your unwavering gaze, the shake of your fingers. Usually, you were all smiles. At least, when you caught his eye. Sure, he’d seen you pissed off at something sexist James and Sirius had been laughing at, had seen you humiliated by some ignorant Slytherins and a hex that had torn your schoolbag to shreds in the middle of a fast-pacing corridor, had seen you worried, snatching at the pages in The Daily Prophet after hearing about a tragedy in Diagon Alley, had seen you happy, catching Lily in your arms and hugging her to you after she’d received the highest mark in the class at Potions, had seen you confused, your cheek in your palm in Transfiguration. And he’d seen you tired, leaning onto him in the common room after a particularly snowy trip to Hogsmeade. But he didn’t like to dwell on that much. It made him shy.
‘OUT! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM! 50 POINTS FROM Y/H/N AND 3 MONTHS DETENTION FOR A BLATANT DISRESPECT FOR AN AUTHORITY FIGURE!’
He saw you angry, that day. You’d packed your things, looked Remus in his stunned eyes and he’d felt something stir in him to see them soften at his. You hadn’t even known he was a werewolf then. You were just that type of person.
You’d exited the room to cheers, to hands banging on desks to give you a grateful farewell.
And sometimes, the boys still brought it up. So did Lily. Remus had turned the memory over so many times he was surprised he wasn’t tired of it either. But you’d always cover your face, ask everyone to stop talking, and not see the way James would be mouthing at Remus to put his arm around you.
Remus would glare, mouth a 'no!’ and James would roll his eyes, imitate the action with Lily and have her punch him in the gut for it.
Remus finally got around to it after that little scene, though. You’d been leaving the library together at the same time on a Sunday, unaware of the other working at the table opposite until the lamps were dimming and it was time to call it a night.
He’d spotted you, wrestling the strap on your satchel and laughed at the frown on your face. You’d glanced up, seen him smiling and found you couldn’t do anything but smile back.
Taking the same route back to the common room together, you’d complained about things and people and ungodly weather and exams and friends. And you’d asked him what was up with Sirius and James lately.
And he’d ran a hand down his face, covering the sound of his voice with a muffled, 'they’re idiots. Please don’t pay attention to them.’
'I mean, I don’t.’ You’d laughed, trying not to bump into the long-limbed boy next to you. He’d lifted his head to catch your eye, smiling.
'Good. You’d be surprised how many people don’t follow your impeccable,’ He’d grinned at the word, and you’d made an impressed sound at his vocabulary. 'Example.’
'Oh please,’ You’d feigned embarrassment dramatically, secretly loving the rise and fall of his laughing shoulders at the way you’d batted your eyelashes. 'I bet you say that to all the girls.’
'Hm?’ Remus had scrunched up his nose. Smiled teasingly. 'No.’ He’d shook his head. 'No, no not really.’
'Oh?’ You’d said, falling into step with him at the top of the moving stairs. You’d taken another step, though. Stood and perched on your tip-toes to look him in the eye. Neither of you had said anything after that. If the stairs moved, you hadn’t felt them. Remus’s brown eyes didn’t leave yours. Until they trailed down to your lips. And then he laughed, a short burst of something self-conscious. And he’d said, in a voice that he was hoping sounded brave and you only heard as his, completely his, 'On Saturday, do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me?’
And Lily had said how ridiculous that was later on because you went!!! to Hogsmeade!! with him!! every weekend!!!
And you’d thrown a pillow at her and said it was different, he’d never asked you on your own, and would she stop cheering and singing stupid songs about people in trees and kissing, she sounded like James
Remus didn’t know about any of that stuff, though. He only knew about the way Sirius threw an arm around him every time he threw an arm around his girlfriend, or the choruses of 'awww!’ that occurred when she did something as simple as slide a slice of toast onto his plate, no comment needed, or how he’d cower into her hair every time his friends told the story of how he used to hide from her, he loved her so much.
In the library, far from his memories, Remus’s slowest of realisations happens as he stares at the few lines he’s written of his essay. He’s spent all morning thinking of her and now, he smiles.
For the cynic, falling in love is standing somewhere and realising it’s a little warmer than before. He’s sitting down. He realises he’s never felt so warm in his life.
Sidenote: Here’s a poem that reminds of Remus and inspired this a little. :’)
Theory: Jack is calling out for us but we don't get the hint
So, since Goodbye is over Jack has, in my opinion, acting a little strange. Now I’m sure he didn’t act strange, he didn’t act at all.
Im pretty sure Anti was in charge all the time. Our glitchy friend looks more selfconfident when he shows himself than this.
Here the glitching person looks more confused than anything. I think this person is Jack. JACK is the glitch now. He tries to reach us. The zalgo text? Definitely Jack. At first there was “is he back?” in the second detention video. Well, this could be Anti asking if Jack is back, but what if Jack thought up until this point that he is in charge, while Anti guided his actions? If Anti just took full control there? Jack would be asking if Anti is back.
His shocking realization came soon, as the new zalgo text appeared in that description: “forgotten or just too afraid to remember?” have we already forgotten about Jack? Or are we too afraid to face the fact that we were the cause of his downfall?
Detention Part 3: broken spirit let me out. Anti never was broken, he was whole as we created him. He wouldn’t beg for help either. But Jack? Well, as the opressed soul, lead by a demon before crushed by the same, he sure is broken. And he can’t rise without the help of the fans.
Someone made a pist that Anti has to step up his game because of the Date with Markiplier. Jack’s account responded in zalgo with “cheap imitator”. I don’t think this is Anti about Dark, this is Jack calling out Anti for playing the role of him.
Now we get to Detention 4. I looked closely at the glitches and I’m sure that Anti knows that we know now. The first glitch is just the actual camera gliitching to a better position, Anti using his skills to make the editing easier, knowing we would see this. Keep in mind that he can do stuff like that because the next two glitches are a confusing looking Jack, I think he even tries to say something, but gets cut out before he can do so.
Now you may ask why Anti doesn’t use his skills to cut it out completely. Easy, it helps him, because our brains scream just Anti if there’s a glitch. It makes him even stronger. Jack is confused and doesn’t know what he can do (instead) to reach us.
The last glitch is just Anti as he reads, the same look on the glitching in and the normal face. He wants us to know. He shows his face, and power, at this point.
Jack still tries to reach us.
This is a post he reblogged earlier.
Wait for me, don’t leave me, Jack, behind while you are all hyped up about Anti.
Hey Alice, does Bendy ever misbehave during your lesson?
Alice: He’s been to detention at least 3 times just this past week! All for things like: ‘relocating’ the lab rats to various students’ desks, shooting rubber bands at his classmates, and even placing piles of feathers atop the ceiling fan on a hot day.
Saw this and I have someone to talk to about Anti Hype!!! Anyway I have a theory (a game theory) in Detention 3 the description says broken spirit let me out. Well I believe that could be jack. In say goodbye you can here a faint "help me" when the screen goes black and as Anti killed jack what if that was symbolic. Jack is the broken spirit trapped inside, it's been Anti since. Jack wants to be let out lest his spirit get broken even more while Anti is in control (1)
(2) in Detention 2 the speech and text said forgotten or too afraid to remember. Now I believe this is jack. Nobody forgot about Anti, fanart kept cycling around and jack even reblogged this. I believe this refers to when jack died and anti took over in say goodbye. Jack is asking if we forgot about that or we knew but it made us afraid and we didn’t want to remember. Anti is on charge and jack is trapped and needs help. We forgot about jack/anti. In the second Halloween video
(3) jack says he did it for the fans and it was fun (I mean we all know this but still theory:D) but what if this was Anti, and anti played it off as nothing, it was for the fans but it was more than that. He was free and determined not to be trapped again so he pretended to be jack this entire time and played it off as if jack had planned the entire thing and ended it so as not to ruin the fans image of anti by making a Canon voice or a Canon look.
Here is a list of Anti related ideas, theories, or interesting things that Jack himself reblogged on Tumblr, the posts should be in order, starting when the Detention #2 was uploaded. (On his Tumblr, that’s about 76 pages back).
@”name” is the original poster, in bold is a link to the original post.
I'm sure someone's mentioned this already but it seems pretty neat that when Anti first shows up in Detention#3 (just before the 9 minute mark I think?) it's just a little glitch at first, and Jack immediately goes "no,, don't" and it seems like he's just talking to the game but it seems weirdly specific to preface Anti's big glitchy appearance like that. Extra points for the bonus ambiguity of "HE'S all like fuckin weird" cuz that could go for Anti too.
No one’s mentioned that specifically but I’m really glad you said something about it because hot damn
since sarukui has that sweet monkey smile for most of his emotions, it can be hard to tell when he’s legit angry—but according to komi, mad!sarukui flares his nostrils, so komi dubbed mad!sarukui as gorilla!sarukui (sarukui is Not Amused)
Stories to Tell Onaga I: in the previous year, komi made it a punishment that anyone who made fun of his [lack of] height had to carry him around to & from club; after shirofuku made fun but could only carry him princess-style, komi amended the punishments to piggybacks-only & said the managers were off the hook so only the guys have to carry him these days (as onaga wasn’t present, sarukui & konoha have pics of komi-hime to show their first-year baby bird)
bokuto is Proud Dad & Team Mom all at once sometimes; when akaashi & suzumeda joined last year & onaga this year, bokuto has shown his “mY BABIES” side complete w/glomps just as many times as he’s congratulated everyone on a well-played game
most everyone on the team is Too Much, so onaga tends to ask washio for advice & so they chat a lot; they are good pals~
akaashi knew suzumeda as the sporty girl in his class & let that slip to shirofuku; shirofuku p much hunted her down to see if she’d like to become a club manager
Stories to Tell Onaga II: do not call shirofuku by the nickname “yukki"—konoha tried to last year & almost didn’t live to see his final year of high school
acceptable nicknames: "komiyan,” “kaori-chan” (not rly a nickname but y'know—also, only by shirofuku), “wasshi” (by konoha & bokuto when they’re being lazy), “saruman” (sarukui thinks he’d make a kickass evil wizard), “yamisen” (short for “yamiji-sensei;” coach honestly doesn’t know what to do with the 3rd yrs, poor guy)
unacceptable nicknames: “yukki,” “ninja-kun” (according to konoha; the others find it hilarious), “omonaga/-kun” (after the others learned how bad it hurts onaga’s feelings, they stay on the watch for teasing instances & defend their baby owl as needed; bokuto/konoha/komi are rly vocal about it, but sarukui & esp washio give the best silent glares to shut people up)
akaashi has poor taste in t-shirts, in scarves, in pants…but, surprisingly, he has a rly cool sweater collection & good taste in shoes
Stories to Tell Onaga III: konoha refused to do a cosplay café & dress up as a girl in his first year, but bokuto assured him it was no big deal & cross-dressed to show his support; fukurodani banned cosplay cafés for the years to come
suzumeda learned early on about her senpai’s ravenous appetite, so she often carries candies in her pockets these days just for shirofuku
when it comes to studying, washio leads the pack w/akaashi’s, suzumeda’s, & onaga’s help; konoha & shirofuku manage okay on their own, sarukui & komi do best cramming at the last minute, but bokuto…fukurodani has to pull out all the stops for him ;w; but akaashi & onaga have the best patience for teaching him things
after the fukurodani–nekoma match, since he got his first, real taste of useless!bokuto, even sweet little onaga gets exasperated w/his senpai in games at times…
Stories to Tell Onaga IV: after their first training camp back in their first year, the 3rd yrs know NEVER to let sarukui possess permanent markers. NEVER.
konoha can, unfortunately, confirm that yes, that is bokuto’s natural hair color(s)
owls who only have to run a comb thru their hair in the morning: onaga, akaashi, shirofuku, sarukui, washio
owls who take forever to groom: suzumeda (she can never get a proper, smooth ponytail on the first try), bokuto, komi, konoha (boy has so much product it puts the team to shame)
when the day looks particularly exhausting & club hasn’t even started yet, one can find washio hiding in the references part of the school library; onaga learned this first, then akaashi & konoha, but they’re all kind enough to the gentle giant not to pass around this info ESP to bokuto
be scared when there’s new music out for komi & konoha to enjoy: komi jumps around erratically to the songs stuck in his head & konoha shakes his moneymaker…even during club
komi & shirofuku are Not Headrests. pls tell sarukui & konoha, tyvm
on a similar note, onaga & washio are Not Ladders. gdi, komi
in the fukurodani vbc, there’s a thing called the “owl races"—if coach yamiji lets five minutes pass w/no direction, the team starts pairing off & running laps outside, w/komi riding on washio’s shoulders, shirofuku on konoha’s, & suzumeda on onaga’s; akaashi & sarukui refuse to carry bokuto, and akaashi almost strangled bokuto w/his legs that one time bokuto surprised the setter & hefted him up onto his shoulders
the only kinds of movies komi enjoys are those full-on 3D experience ones where you sit in a seat that moves around; the only one who doesn’t get motion sickness from that & tends to join him is sarukui
bokuto thinks nicknames are a sign of respect for his friends, but he doesn’t realize hotheaded little komi actually softens up some when called "komiyan” i.e., no one can resist the bokuto charm
when bokuto isn’t around to be the butt of the joke, konoha becomes the team punching bag (courtesty of komi, sarukui, & shirofuku)
shirofuku is allowed to help w/food & snack prep during training camps, but suzumeda prefers onaga’s help when actually cooking since he doesn’t eat everything as it’s finished
on rainy days, sarukui & akaashi are v distracting ‘cuz their hair gets Curly to the Max
bokuto w/his hair down & unstyled is a thing of nightmares
good birbs who eat a real breakfast in the morning: bokuto, komi (he thinks he might have one last growth spurt), suzumeda, shirofuku, onaga
bad birbs who’d rather sleep in until the last minute: sarukui, washio, konoha, akaashi
Stories to Tell Onaga V: when they first joined, bokuto took one look at coach yamiji & called him “grandpa”…& the other 3rd yrs have never let him forget it
owls who ride the train: onaga & konoha, washio, akaashi & bokuto
owls who walk/bike to school: komi & sarukui (sarukui stands on the back of komi’s bike when they can get away w/it), shirofuku & suzumeda
tan washio & komi get completely crispy during summer; fair-skinned konoha & shirofuku burn & turn redder than her hair
tho he dislikes jokes about his small stature, komi has no problem w/snuggling into a nest of heat made out of washio+sarukui+onaga during winter
everyone’s used to how bokuto drapes on them, but he’s clingy only w/akaashi since the 2nd year didn’t tell him off when it first happened (he was kinda shocked at the behavior), but akaashi is okay w/it by now
fukurodani’s biggest pain-in-the-ass according to bokuto & coach yamiji: sakusa
fukurodani’s biggest pain-in-the-ass according to everyone else: kuroo & nekoma (& bokuto, *lol*)
yes, bokuto’s not the brightest bulb in the box & yes, he forgets to return money he borrows, but he also is the mawkish dork who buys everyone a little xmas gift & some valentine’s candy or chocolate for them every year, so no one can hold anything against his heart of gold
konoha is apt at reading everyone on the team, altho shirofuku is rather ambiguous to him so he guesses hungry most of the time (& tbh he’s often right, much to her chagrin)
shirofuku can out-eat all the guys & lap them if she feels like running w/them at the end of the day; BUT! she can also go for hrs w/o eating anything on the rare occasion
akaashi’s parents thought they’d have a bigger family & so got a big house, but it wasn’t until the club decided to chill @akaashi’s place so often that his parents got their big fam, *lol* (so, so many owls…)
the team also spends time @onaga’s 'cuz his mum cooks the best large meals
everyone’s from a decent fam w/decent incomes, but sarukui’s fam is loaded, so the team gets invited to vacation w/them during the summer in karuizawa @sarukui’s beach house
non-team friends: akaashi gets along v well w/kenma (quiet friendship), suzumeda is childhood friends w/yamagata (a fact she tries to keep secret from the guys lest they jump to traitorous conclusions), bokuto & kuroo obviously should never be left to their own devices, & shirofuku enjoys getting the quiet shimizu to talk
will make good wives someday (i.e., who’s domestic): onaga, akaashi, suzumeda, konoha (his skills are passable in the beginning before he gets better), sarukui
who traipses to the convenience store late at night for snacks: washio, bokuto, shirofuku, komi
komi has a great dane which was great until the pooch grew to be bigger than him; suzumeda has a maine coon who thinks it’s a dog; sarukui has a beagle–bloodhound mix & loves playing w/its ears
bokuto’s great w/kids & actually babysits neighbors’ kids from time to time; when the team was shocked at the thought of him being responsible for smols, bokuto sulked for a week
conversely, akaashi is not great w/kids 'cuz they don’t know what to make of his poker face; the only baby akaashi can look after well is bokuto XD
onaga & washio are teacher’s pets
bokuto can squirm out of getting detention w/a smile; konoha lands himself in detention w/a smile
after 3 yrs of bokuto & co., yamiji-sensei considers retirement…but he hangs in there for akaashi’s & onaga’s last yrs 'cuz they’re easy & good kids & become good captains