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carlislewashere · 4 years
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HAPPY ASEXUAL AWARENESS WEEK!! I got so excited to draw for these, it’s so nice to see other ace people! Thanks @acesterek for the opportunity!
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selenesedits · 4 years
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Acesterek : Day 3 | PURPLE
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halinski · 4 years
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Day 2 of @sterekweek-2020 & @acesterek week!
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Derek lets out a quiet grunt as the character's hand on the screen slips down beneath their waistband, and he turns his head away pointedly, gaze dropping to the floor.
"Skip, please?" He asks quietly.
Stiles hums from beside him, lifting his weight off Derek's side to grab the remote. When he sits back onto the couch, he leaves a breath of space between them.
"You're good," Stiles tells him when he's fast forwarded past the scene.
"Bad day?" He then asked, glancing over at Derek.
"Mh." Derek shrugs on one shoulder.
"No-sex-mention kind of day?" Stiles asks.
Derek's cringe is reply enough.
"Okay, we need a better day for that," Stiles says. "But touching is okay?"
"Yes." Derek smiles and easily closes the inch between them.
"Kisses?" Stiles asks, wrapping an arm around him.
"Kisses," Derek repeats and turns to him to be granted a peck on the lips.
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yorit1 · 4 years
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cake
cake
Stiles was baking a cake. It was his and Derek anniversary. They had been together for two years. And stiles wanted to show him his appreciation by baking a layered cake. Derek had a hidden sweet tooth and stiles wanted to indulge it. He hoped the cake came out fluffy. 
Derek came over an hour later and was excited to see what the surprise that stiles said he had was. 
“Tada.” stiles said and showed him the completed cake. With all its fluffy layers. 
Stiles cut two pieces and gave one to Derek. 
“This is good stiles I love it.”
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rieraclaelin · 4 years
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Okay, I managed to write another drabble for the @sterekdrabbles challenge back in 2019 (minute, proposal, flush). I did manage to work in the theme of food this time, too, whoo! 
I also managed to work in the ace sterek challenge of cake into this drabble. I wanted to work in Blue Moon, too, for actual sterek week, but I couldn’t manage to get it in and keep it at a drabble length.
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The weeks after Derek’s proposal to Stiles flew by, much to Stiles’ surprise. It was kind of amazing how much time wedding planning seemed to take up.
Now, here they were a handful of minutes after their vows, faces flushed with happiness, sitting at a table in the reception hall eating their cake that Stiles had surprised Derek with. It was multi-layered with purple and black icing to match their color scheme. Stiles wanted to incorporate Derek’s asexuality into their wedding, even though the two of them would be the only ones who truly knew how important the colors were.
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halinski · 4 years
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Day 5 of @sterekweek-2020 and @acesterek week! Loved this one bc I've always been DYING to include Shakespeare in my fic(let)s!! Haha
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"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs," Stiles says, seeing as he steps up to the LGBTQ Club's club room just in time to catch Derek's sigh. Let it be recorded that he's a dramatic bitch. In his defense, this is Derek fucking Hale standing in front of his clubhouse, seeming deliberating if he should enter. Hopefully.
Hope is a dangerous thing but oh, how Stiles loves the thrill.
Derek only seems to stiffen when he turns to look at Stiles, all doe-eyed.
"I- uh… what?" The older boy stammers and Stiles feels the heat rise to his cheeks. Sometimes he forgets not everyone is a drama and history geek. And even if they are, people don't usually go about spouting Shakespeare quotes. Stiles' friends are used to it but Derek is, regrettably, a jock. Then again, jocks have their own profitable sides.
Stiles shakes it all off with a wave of his hand.
"Nevermind me! This is just a thing I do. Classic Stiles. That's me. Stiles," he blurts out and thrusts his hand towards Derek, which he instantly regrets because since when do jocks shake hands?
He marches on, turning to the door and stepping through. Stiles lifts his arms.
"Welcome to my kingdom! Well, it's not my kingdom, unfortunately. I wish I could be king, even if it were just over a room for a limited amount of time but what I mean to say, this is the LGBTQ+ Club Tuesdays and Thursdays at 4:15 till we get kicked out and I am the president of the club, so here we are." He's halfway into the room when he notices Derek has only taken two steps in and then stopped.
"Unless you're not here for that, which is totally cool too," he quickly adds. It's a lie, but hey, he doesn't want to scare the boy off.
"No." Derek says, cautiously taking another step forward but still looking wildly out of place and uncomfortable. "I mean, yes, I am here for that… not something else."
Poor guy almost looks like he's about to faint and Stiles wishes he could do something to make him feel more at ease.
"I'm uh, Derek Hale," he says and Stiles almost lets out a snort.
"Yeah, I know… you are the school's superstar after all, everyone kinda knows your name. Must be super weird, huh? But dude, seriously, everyone here is super chill so don't worry about it. No one's going to call you out or force you to do anything." Stiles smiles as he dumps his backpack on the desk next to the couch and starts pulling out some of his newest gatherings, new stickers mostly, and the usual pins and flags.
"Feel free to look around and basically do whatever you want, if you want. I'm always here early but not many other people are, so you've got about another 10-ish to 20 minutes before people start filing in if you just want the space to yourself," Stiles continues. He chances a glance over at Derek and notices him still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Leaning back on the desk, Stiles braces his arms behind him.
"Sorry, I know I talk a lot. Everyone complains about it. But on the plus side, I can answer any and all questions you might have. Nothing is off limits, I promise you, so I'm here at your disposal."
Derek's eyes bore into his and suddenly Stiles questions every single decision he has made in his life ever. A sharp pain in his lips draws his attention to his nervous lip biting. Embarrassing.
"Do you know all of Shakespeare's stuff by heart?" Derek then asks, slowly sauntering closer.
Stiles opens his mouth but his brain is slow to process the quite personal question which has nothing to do with queerness whatsoever. Or well..
"Okay, fair. Shakespeare's pretty gay. Very gay actually, even though they won't teach you that in class, no siree. But anyway, no, I don't know everything. I'd need like a superbrain for that. Wish I could though, that'd be pretty awesome."
"Shakespeare's gay?" Derek asks and if Stiles isn't mistaken there's a smile slowly showing on his face, next to the perpetual look of astonishment.
"Oh, yeah, dude. Like, super gay. You must have heard by now that there's so many dick jokes in his texts. Like, in the plays, oh man. I have most of those memorized, by the way. And I can assure you that those dick references are not all just about pleasuring the ladies," Stiles replies. He's kind of tripping over here. Hello, he's talking to Derek Hale about dick jokes, and yeah, his hopes are way across and over the rainbow by now.
"Maybe that's why I try so hard to rise to his image, I wanna be the best bi can be." He can't help it. It's always a relieving rush to advertise his queerness. Thankfully, Derek's looking more and more relaxed and not like he's going to flee any second.
"That's the middle pin there, right?" Derek gestures to Stiles' backpack, which proudly sports multiple flags and queer quotes and images. One of the biggest one of course, is the big flag.
He beams back at Derek. "Yup, that's the one. That's me."
It's hard to resist asking the beautiful raven-haired boy if he has any interest in the same sex, too, but Stiles manages to keep his mouth shut. This is going too well for him to wreck. He wants Derek to come back, after all.
The butterflies do run rampant all throughout him, from his toes and all the way up to his fingertips and nose, when Derek directs that crooked smile of his at him.
"What about the other big one next to it?" Derek continues, glancing back to the backpack.
This is where Stiles hesitates just for a second but calms his panicking heart with iron-willed resolve.
"That's the ace flag. Asexual pride, that is." He feels ready to vibrate out of his skin, waiting for Derek's reaction. He's never been this scared of a rejection or attack, but then again, he hasn't crushed on someone this hard since Lydia in 3rd grade which basically just ended up being admiration and wonderful friendship.
"I think I read about that," Derek says thoughtfully, eyes still glued to the backpack.
Might they have that in common? Stiles' heart beats so loud he's sure Derek can hear it.
"So, maybe not as big of a fan of dick jokes as Shakespeare?" Derek then says casually, in that uber cool way of his, backpack hanging over one shoulder and hands in his pockets. It's the last thing Stiles expects, and he blinks- before bursting out with a laugh.
"Okay fine, you got me there," Stiles says with a remaining chuckle.
Derek grins at him.
Stiles totally does not melt. He doesn't. Nope. No sir.
"You're robbing me of my dreams here, Hale," Stiles quips. "What, are you coming for my position as president here next?"
"Well… you are only a freshman, right? Which is both kind of curious and terrifying…"
"Oh, I will fight you for the position. You can take my word for it," Stiles warns.
This is the end of the world, folks. You heard it here first. Stiles is bantering with Derek Hale. Reality is about to shift and collapse…
"I guess for now I'll just- I think I'll stay for today's meeting," Derek says, with a slight nervous shift in his posture, but an oh so adorable smile.
"Awesome, dude," is the best thing Stiles can say without making a total and utter fool of himself.
Reality might just be exploding and expanding I to a whole new world.
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halinski · 4 years
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Day 4 of @sterekweek-2020 & @acesterek week
ace ring that bc I want that
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The pleasant buzz in the room chases a thrill through Stiles' limbs as he steps into the studio. Ever since his first tattoo at 17 he's become a bit of a tattoo addict, constantly coming up with new ideas and getting new designs.
He breathes in deeply with satisfaction, even though there's no particular nice smell in the air; it's mostly metallic and like disinfectant. Nonetheless, this is where he feels at home. Stepping up to the counter, his gaze falls on the young blonde who's inking a tall dude. She doesn't even look up, only stops her machine for a second.
"Just a second, someone will be right with you," she says before raising her voice considerably to yell, "Derek! Get out here!"
Stiles hums his agreement and let's his gaze trail the studio. It's small and tidy, pretty standard and low-key, dark walls and pleasant lighting displaying beautiful artworks. Nothing particular special but regardless, Stiles is fluttering with excited energy. His fingers drum on the counter subconsciously. They will be the target of his painful pleasure tonight. Well, one of them.
"I'm tattooing my boyfriend! So get your fine ass up here for the cute guy before he decides he'd rather go to Jackson's studio!" Erica - telling by the fact there are only two artists showcased and Derek was in the back - shouts and Stiles jerks a little, fleeing his face flush. She winks at him before returning to the piece she was working on the smiling young man's muscled arm.
Stiles isn't sure where to look because he doesn't want to get beat to a pulp… unless this was a thing for the couple and they liked inviting a third party, which is almost just as awkward because he'd have to somehow respectfully decline.
"I'm sure Boyd could wait a few minutes," a loud grumble comes from behind the doorframe, and a second later, a tall, dark-haired and handsome (because of course life had to be a cliche like that) man walked through. Aesthetically very pleasing, despite his personal cloud of hanging gloom.
Derek steps up to the counter in front of Stiles, storm-washed eyes meeting his. There's a beat of silence, wherein Stiles throws all his previous beliefs out the window. Asexuals could totally fall in love at first sight, it seems.
"What can I do for you?" Derek asks, voice low and soothing, setting a hand on the countertop.
"I- um.." he lifts his hand and wiggles his fingers. "I just wanted some finger tats. Now, or whenever. Just some small- like… a black band around here."
He points across his right middle finger, trying to single it out without flipping the guy off.
"Sorry, I- it's not meant for anything lewd. And maybe some spades, like one the card decks? Y'know?" He's never been so nervous asking for a design.
To his surprise Derek smiles.
"Like this?" The man asks, raising his own right hand to display a matter black ring on his middle finger. Stiles' chest surges.
"You came to the right place," Derek tells him and steps along the counter to the open side, holding the same hand out.
"Yeah, I really think I did," Stiles replies breathlessly, knowing he'd found home. He takes Derek's hand. Turns out soulmates are actually a thing after all, too.
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halinski · 4 years
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AU Canon divergent
for @sterekweek-2020 day 1 Scene Stealer
& @acesterek week Grey
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Cool fingers make contact with Derek's chin and lift it up. He can't suppress a shiver and whimpers as the minute movement tears through the large wound down the front of his torso.
Jennifer smiles at him but it feels almost as cold as her touch. He doesn't really know what she's doing here, why she's in his apartment. Everything is a little grey and all he knows is that he isn't healing.
Is this when death finally comes for him?
"Big, bad alpha but you're powerless," she says and smiles.
Derek slowly feels the ice creeping into his veins.
"Oh, Derek," Jennifer sighs. "If only there was someone who loved you."
She chuckles and pulls away, leaving Derek to slump. He tries to pull himself together, warm honeydew eyes flashing through his memory.
"B-but Stiles-"
Jennifer laughs. "Ah, Stiles. Mieczysław Stilinski. He's the one truly running the place around here, isn't he? I was almost threatened by him for a second there. But…"
She's paced a few steps in front of Derek and now turns back to tower over him again.
"What, you think he still wants you? Don't you think that in the back of that smart little brain of his he's figured out how pathetic you are? I mean, especially now after you've come running to me. You don't really think he's going to take you back after you betrayed him, do you?"
Her gaze bores into him like a maggot. He feels his strength leaving him, whereas Jennifer stands flourishing in front of him, even her hair flouncing.
"What do you think he'll say when he finds out you don't have it in you to fulfill any of his desires? Especially the relationship stuff. You in bed." She laughs. "You'll never be enough for anyone."
The loft door slams with a force strong enough Derek's sure he sees sparks flying.
"Wrong again!" Stiles declares loudly, whipping up his bat in one hand, the other pointing daringly. "You're a fucking moron."
That's when the scene before Derek erupts into a blurred frenzy. There's many more insults flying from Stiles' mouth with the same speed of his bat. Derek wasn't sure why he still used it when he had his magical spark. Maybe as a tool to harness his powers of fire.
It doesn't matter.
In the end, all's well and good when Stiles' face clears in his view.
"Hey," he says, hand warm at the back of Derek's neck. Grounding.
"You know I love you, right? No matter what. There's no love potion from any old hag that can come between us. I can assure you of that. Also, I don't care if you're asexual or anything and never want to do it. You're perfect and more than enough and worthy and I fucking love you, okay?"
Derek breathes.
"Okay."
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halinski · 4 years
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Bc we need more dragon fics!!!
Last day of @sterekweek-2020 and @acesterek week
Happy ace Halloween, lovelies 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
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“I told you a million times, Stiles! I don’t date!”
It’s like a stab to Stiles’ heart every single time but he’s never lost hope. They just get along so well. Derek even lets him hold his hand sometimes, and they share meals and talk deep into the night.
“Maybe it you would just tell me why-”
“You want to know why? I’ll show you.”
Derek shifts enough to let his wings spring from his back and unfurl halfway behind him.
Stiles is dazzled- quite literally, because Derek’s wings are white. Like glistening pearls of crisp snow. It’s the definition of dazzling. Stiles is absolutely and completely flabbergasted.
“Holy fuckin....” he starts but is at a loss for words. He settles on a quiet, “whoa.”
There’s a quiet pink rising to Derek’s cheeks, nicely accentuating the scales that had appeared down his lower neck toward the wings. But Derek juts his chin out and clears his throat and meets Stiles’ gaze head on.
“That’s why. I’m not normal. I’m …” Derek spreads his arms helplessly. “A classic age-old cliche dragon. I live in a cliffside and I don’t use technology and I collect things and… I’m ace. I don’t do that relationship stuff.”
The last bit comes out quiet and defeated as Derek averts his eyes.
Fidgeting, Stiles has to restrain himself from reaching to touch those magnificent limbs of Derek’s immediately. And horns! Derek has freaking horns. He doesn’t know what he wants to say first.
“Can you shift all the way?” he then asks, unable to quench his burning curiosity. “And breathe fire?”
Derek gives him an incredulous stare.
“Did you hear anything I said?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just, I gotta know.” Stiles waves his hands through the air and hopes that can signify they’ll get to the rest.
Derek huffs and crosses his arms. For a moment, Stiles is afraid he’ll get left here without another word. But Derek stays.
“Yes,” he says. “To both.”
“And I’m assuming you can fly, too, right? I mean-”
“Yes, Stiles. I can fly and I’m not carrying you.”
“Aww, why not?”
Derek glares and Stiles pulls himself together and levels Derek with a serious look.
“Okay, okay. About the dating thing, well… Just because you’re ace doesn’t mean you can’t have a relationship. You just leave out all the sex stuff- which, by the way, is totally overrated,” he says simply, smiling. Hopeful.
Derek shakes his head. “Who would want that?”
Stiles’ hands are the one flying then, gesturing wildly at himself and the vicinity around him in a display of conviction.
“Me!” he almost shouts. “I would want that! I mean if you’d like that, I would be super fucking happy, like the happiest guy in the world. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to woo you for the past 3 months. And I’d wager- here me out -that you’d like that too. We’ll take it easy, step by step, and figure it out together. Isn’t that the most important part in a relationship?”
Derek observes him carefully, a side of awe resonating in his features, as if Stiles was the magical creature out of the two of them. Stiles can already feel himself grinning victoriously.
“Just like that?” Derek asks, and Stiles can’t believe he’s still trying to look for excuses to deny them both of this.
“Just like that,” Stiles replies simply. “How about it?”
He watches Derek carefully, who looks away with a quiet sigh and shuffles self-consciously, making his wing glitter like starlight with the movement, before he looks up with a small smile.
“Okay.”
Stiles manages to overpower his need to fistpump the air with a victory yell by just a sliver of willpower. He doesn’t know how he keeps the excited energy contained but he doesn’t want Derek to change his mind after all, so he just beams at the other male. They’ll take it slow and steady.
“We’ll figure it all out later but first, back to those beauties right there,” Stiles says, striding over to get a better look at Derek’s wings. “What’s your wingspan?”
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yorit1 · 4 years
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Ace of spades
Ace of spades
Stiles was in his room with Derek. Derek said that he had a gift for stiles. Stiles was excited to open the present. Stiles was surprised when he opened the gift, and there was a grey hoodie with and Ace of spades in front.
“For Ace week. To show you my support,” Derek said. 
Stiles was shocked He had always been insecure about his sexuality and never thought he would have a boyfriend who would understand no sex, but Derek was so kind and caring, and never pressured stiles into having sex. 
“I love it,” Stiles said and hugged Derek.
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yorit1 · 4 years
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soulmates
soulmates
Stiles and Derek have been dating for a year now. Derek said that he had a surprise for him. 
Derek opened a box and took out a simple ring. 
“Stiles, You’re my soulmate, I never thought I believed in soulmates before I met you, But they are real, and you are mine. This is a promise ring. One day when we are older, we will get married. If that’s okay with you?” Derek said.
“Yes,” Stiles said. 
Derek slid the ring on his finger. It had a little Ace symbol and two intertwined stars to symbolise stiles and Derek’s eternity. 
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yorit1 · 4 years
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stargazing
stargazing
Stiles was sitting in his favourite purple hoodie with Derek, and they were stargazing. The two of them were talking about their future and what they saw while looking up at the stars. 
“My love for you is eternal, and ever-expanding like the stars. For the first time, I know what a real relationship is.” Derek said. He was not the best with words but wanted Stiles to understand what he means to him. “You are as beautiful as this nights sky.” Derek finished. 
Stiles snuggled further into Derek and was just looking at the sky, with love and content.
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yorit1 · 4 years
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snuggling you
snuggling you
Stiles was wearing the hoodie that Derek gave him and was nice and cosy and comfortable. He loved snuggling up to Derek. There was just something so relaxing about it. He loved being Asexual, especially now that someone loved and accepted him. He could snuggle with his boyfriend without being expected to put out. He explained to Derek once that he was not interested in sex, and Derek immediately understood. He used to struggle with his sexuality and always had dreams of being understood and loved unconditionally. Now that it has actually happened stiles is over the moon with love.
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yorit1 · 4 years
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I'm Ace
I'm Ace
Stiles and Derek were laying in bed watching TV. They decided to watch Shadowhunters. Stiles thought that in another world, Derek could have been a werewolf and he a shadowhunater or vampire. He also related to Raphael since he was also asexual. It was one of the first TV shows Stiles had watched with Asexual representation, and that was so important to stiles. It made him feel seen. Like he was not a freak. Just because he was not interested in sex did not mean that there was something wrong with him. Stiles had long discussions about the importance of representation. 
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yorit1 · 4 years
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Dragon and Fairy
Dragon and Fairy
It was Halloween and stiles was excited. Derek was dressing up as a dragon and stiles as a fairy. They both were magical creatures with wings. Stiles was wearing white and loved the feel of the costume. They were going to a party at their college and stiles was so excited, it was his first college party. 
“You ready Derek?” Stiles asked as he finished putting on his makeup. Stiles felt light and free, like a real fairy. 
“Yea I’m coming,” Derek said and came downstairs in his dragon costume. Stiles thought that Derek looked absolutely magical. He loved Derek.
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halinski · 2 years
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2021 Fic Year in Review
Tagged by @greyhavenisback thank you! I usually avoid any attention to my writing but Im challenging myself since I'm already wrung out anyway lmao
Total Number Of Completed Works:
6 uploaded to ao3, 11 here (with possible overlap idk, my brain too scrambled rn)
Total Word Count:
32.196 on ao3
Fandoms I’ve Written In:
Teen Wolf & 9-1-1
Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected?
I had hoped for more tbh but I'm surprised about every single sentence I actually manage to write
What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year?
The Diary of Jane, just bc it's my longest!!
Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year?
I took on two reverse bang fics lmao
Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?
Always have goals to write more, to write regularly, and to include mental health arcs
Most Popular Story Of The Year?
Lose The Hardcover (via ao3 kudo count)
Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion:
Idk man, I don't think my fics deserve appreciation in the first place lol
Most Fun Story To Write:
Probably The Diary of Jane!
Most Unintentionally Telling Story:
All my short buck and Derek drabbles
Biggest Disappointment:
Lol me in general, but especially acesterekweek
Biggest Surprise:
I actually managed 22k!
My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year:
New and old stereks 💕
Not tagging anyone so this doesn't get seen much haha, but for those that do read this and read my stuff, thank you <3
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