Hope That Holds.

Okay, you know how I said I had one cute Teen Wolf fic and one depressing one?  Y'all, this story is AWFUL.  I mean, people already think I write misery wallows?  It's insane how dark this story got on me.  It's kind of a Scott/Stiles futurefic, and kind of a Stiles/everyone fic, but the thing about it is, it's really not a love story at all, so I think if people approach it outside that genre -- as a drama about how fucking messy love and sex can be in your 20s, instead of as a romance novel -- it won't be quite as disappointing.

I realize I'm making it sound like something no one on earth should ever read, but... I don't know, I can't be the only one who likes this kind of clusterfuck, right? 

 

( Wonder If Your Therapist Knows )