I apologize for my consistent lateness with these rec posts for these past few weeks BUUUUT in my defense, it's been a stressful week, I'm working on a term paper, a presentation, I just had an exam, and I got a cat. I'll make a post about her later once my life chills out some.
ANYWAY, here is this week's rec, though I feel the need to preference this with A BIG SPOILER WARNING for the latest episode of Teen Wolf. I think I'll just give you the title and ship, and then put the rest under a spoiler cut if you're interested/don't mind spoilers, so here we go.
(don’t be mad) ‘cause I’m doing me better than you doing you (2850 words) by Loz Fandom: Teen Wolf Characters/Pairing: Scott/Stiles, Nogitsune/Scott. [the rest under here] Rating:: NC-17. Warnings: Spoilers for 3B. Major character death. Dubious consent/consent issues. Summary: Some days Scott can almost believe he isn’t gone. He looks right, he sounds right, he even smells right. But he’s the opposite.
My comments: I was originally going to rec something else today; I had it all picked out and everything, but I read this last night AND I HAD TO SHARE, especially since the new ep is tomorrow and my feelings on the last episode are still fresh for me. This hurts me, and made me want to cry and clutch something happy, but it's SO GOOD? Admittedly, it is probably the most painful if you're DEEPLY invested in the Scott&Stiles friendship like I am, or OTP them hard, like I do, but just, I don't want to talk about the main plot here, since it's so short, I don't want to reveal anything, but a world where Stiles is dead, but the nogitsune is still walking around in his body, doing a good enough impression of Stiles, and Scott KNOWS but can't bear to stop him? Like candy to me, delicious angsty candy. It hits me in my Wesley/Illyria feelings a bit and JUST /o\ The porn is really almost secondary but it's a twisted kind of hot with fucked up Stockholm Syndrome vibes, and I am pretty much all about twisted, sad porn. This is tragic and a bit of an uncomfortable read, and my main response at this is basically, "please emotionally torture me some more."
Excerpt:
“Yo! What’re you doing in a darkened room? Or is that a question I should already know the answer to?”
He comes to settle next to Scott on the bed, long limbs pressing tight.
“You seem sad,” he says with the same kind of delight Stiles used to use when talking about finally making first line in lacrosse, or searching for a dead body in the woods, or forcing Scott to listen to his Star Wars headcanons.
“Not sad. This is my resting face,” Scott replies, because if he doesn’t then he knows a hand will clasp onto his forearm and suck his sorrow away. There are times he relies on it, on the way it all floods out of him, the shame tight and coiled deep within. Today he just wants to feel his own pain.