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Reminders for fanfic writers who think it “doesn’t count”

✦ Your writing counts. like, a lot. If someone felt something because of what you wrote, then it matters. That scene you almost didn’t post? Yeah. Believe me, someone out there bookmarked it for a reason.

✦ Writing existing characters doesn’t make it “less than.” You’re building arcs, crafting dialogue, emotion, pacing. You’re studying character psychology like a scientist. That’s not “just fanfic,” that’s storytelling.

✦ “but it’s just fanfic” ...no. STOP, it’s craft. It’s understanding tone. It’s hitting emotional beats. It’s layering theme and backstory and prose into something people feel. You’re doing the work, you just don’t get graded on it. (Which, honestly is a blessing.)

✦ Writing fanfic means you love stories enough to live inside them. You care, deeply. You care enough to reimagine, to explore, to add something of yourself to a world you didn’t create and somehow still make it feel brand new.

✦ Someone out there rereads your fic like it’s their favorite book. Maybe they’ve saved a line to their notes app,or they quote it to a friend. Maybe they just think about it when they’re having a bad day. That little fic you almost deleted, it’s comfort now.

✦ Your comments section is real. Every “I needed this” and “this made me cry in a good way” is proof, you don’t need a book deal to matter. You don’t need a publisher to have an impact, because you already do.

FANFIC IS WRITING! Fanfic is yours.

You’re not “just” anything. You’re a writer, own it. Be proud of that.

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Stiles: Derek, just the wolf I was looking for.

Derek (annoyed already): Can you not?

Stiles: No, but I'm willing to find out if you can, big guy.

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yall are really split on this huh LMFAO

hi hello alright can y’all help me decide/tell me what you’d prefer in terms of updates for my nymph stiles fic lol 👁️👄👁️

i usually write the whole fic before posting but since this was originally for prompts, i posted the 1st chapter right away….& then burnt out LMAO

i havent finished writing the fic BUT i do have a good chunk written—wondering if i should wait til i’m done to update the rest or just update chapters as i write? 🤔

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hi hello alright can y’all help me decide/tell me what you’d prefer in terms of updates for my nymph stiles fic lol 👁️👄👁️

i usually write the whole fic before posting but since this was originally for prompts, i posted the 1st chapter right away….& then burnt out LMAO

i havent finished writing the fic BUT i do have a good chunk written—wondering if i should wait til i’m done to update the rest or just update chapters as i write? 🤔

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if couches could talk, chapter 3

“You can tell me anything, Stiles, you know that, right?”

Stiles nods but remains quiet.

“Because I’d love to hear anything you have to say,” Derek persists, his nose brushing over Stiles’ scalp as the corners of his mouth upturn. He has a feeling what Stiles wants to say, can sense it in the quiet between them. It’s been there a long time, already, but knowing that and saying it out loud are two different things.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Stiles mumbles out.

Derek huffs a laugh through his nose, a full smile stretching his lips. “Yeah, baby.”

“Okay, then, glad that’s settled.”

Lips still curled, Derek kisses at Stiles’ hairline and squeezes his waist.

“Good, because I’ve wanted to tell you I love you for a while, now.”

Stiles’ head pops up so fast he knocks Derek’s chin, a hint of blood swelling over his tongue caught between his teeth.

“Ow,” he furrows his brows as he presses the throbbing part of his tongue against the back of his teeth, lips pursing as he blinks idly. “Stiles.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! Wait, you love me?”

“Of course I do, what do you think this is?” Derek regards him, maybe too gravely for the situation, but this is a serious matter. He wouldn’t be risking everything if he didn’t.

Stiles beams, his hands cupping Derek’s cheeks as he pulls him in for a rough string of wet kisses. There’s no other way to describe his laugh other than a faint giggle, his energy buzzing with it, and Derek beams along with him as he returns each kiss.

“I love you too,” Stiles tells him, calming down enough to press their foreheads together, his thumbs swiping over Derek’s cheeks. “Like, a lot. I love you a whole lot.”

Derek smiles, their noses brushing.

“Okay, then, glad that’s settled.”

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Sterek Fanedit Trailer | Necromancer AU - and may death find you alive by @renmackree

Watch with sound!! 🎶

I finally got the chance to create art for @renmackree in this year's @sterekcollabang hehehe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ snatched it up as fast as I could lmao - their fics always slap & I was obsessed w/ their necromancer idea as soon as I saw it [read here]!!

(ALSO @eevylynnart DREW THIS AMAZING ART FOR IT TOO, YOU SHOULD LOOK AT IT HERE!)

Tbh what's not to like, but here's the premise -

🐺 rated M, ~61k (‼️) words 🐺 casually freak4freak necromancer Stiles x guardian wolf spirit Derek 🐺 mystery & intrigue, worldbuilding, strangers to "you feel like home" to "until death do us part" lovers 🤍✨

It's honestly absolutely amazing, but I sound like a broken record when it comes to ren's fics lmao, so I will just jump into my personal comments 😂🤌:

🪦 ren is always top tier at worldbuilding (& everything else) & this is no exception - Stiles & Lydia's abilities are so intriguing & a joy to read, (ren designed all of Stiles' tattoos!), & the lore is so interesting ✨ 🪦 sterek relationship is so wholesome & sweet & refreshing & unique, (& casually unhinged) - their characterization is on point but also their dynamic is so them in this really special way, idk how to put it exactly but I love it so much frenjkfne (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) 🪦 in addition to sterek, all the other characters as well as the spirits (not to mention Derek's) are well-fleshed out & you get invested in all the souls that they help pass on 🥺 🪦 the plot flows so well & the mystery & intrigue will have you binging - the necromancer agency Stiles & Lydia run w/ Jackson & Danny takes on cases to help souls pass on & at the same time, you have separate subplots woven into the story as well that all comes together beautifully at the end (me trying really hard not to give spoilers but I just want to fangirl LMAO)

tldr; this is gold, ren is midas 🌟 - if you haven't read their fics idk what you're doing w/ your life lol, they have something for everyone - my trailer doesn't do this justice, &

Read and may death find you alive now!

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and may death find you alive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67192162

Writer: @renmackree

Artists: @eevylynnart , @quackquackcey

Rating: E

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiMinor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Danny Māhealani, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Camden Lahey

Additional Tags: Alternate Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Alternate Universe, Canon-Typical Violence, Necromancer Stiles Stilinski, Kyrkogrim Derek Hale, Full Shift Werewolf Derek Hale, Touch-Starved Derek Hale, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, magic is known, Minor Character Death, Minor Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Minor Danny Māhealani/Jackson Whittemore, Tattooed Stiles Stilinski, Tattooed Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Summary:

Necromancer Stiles Stilinski was hired by the small town of Beacon Hills to provide a voice to the dead. Kyrkogrim Derek Hale's soul purpose is to protect the dead from Necromancers like Stiles. Can the two of them find a way to work together to help the dead of Beacon Hills move on?

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''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway

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decided to try to work on my nymph stiles fic first bc frankly my college wip is 30k words in & realized there's not a single sign of any of the antagonists yet.....so yknow, it'll probs be really fat....gonna take longer than i thought, i probs should've realized earlier but i'm more of a pantser than an outliner 😂 works fine writing fanfic but bites me in the ass when i work on my novel lmao 💩

so nymph stiles first!! & then i'll see, bc i think season 2 canon rewrite sequel is shorter than the college wip too lmao 🗿 i think....

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Sterek Fanedit Trailer | Detective Noir AU - Shadows in the Fog by @cw0ffeefandomaddict

Watch with sound!! 🎶

Was honored with the chance to create art in this year's @sterekcollabang for @cw0ffeefandomaddict's amazing fic [read here]!! You should watch the trailer ‼️ but here's a rundown -

🚬 rated E, ~32k words 🚬 supernatural film noir, bartender Derek x detective Stiles 🚬 action, mystery, strangers to "you're not alone anymore" to "i'd burn down the world for you" lovers ❤️‍🔥

I can't recommend enough! If you still haven't been convinced, then just know that:

🩸 film noir vibes are spot on, the descriptions of everything from the settings to the dynamics go so hard that I learned how to edit videos so I could make the imagery in my head from reading the fic come to life at least a little 🤌 🩸 the sterek dynamic is too good, from the way they get together to the banter to the 'simmering tension & intimacy in life or death situations' scenes - (y'all know what I'm talkin about ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) 🩸 (also if you're a smut lover like me, lemme tell you the smut scenes are ✨ s t e a m y ✨) 🩸 intriguing plot & setting, w/ supernatual elements & danger around every corner that keeps you on your toes 🗡

tldr; cwoffee is an amazing writer, knocked it out of the ballpark to the moon & back, &

Read Shadows in the Fog now!

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Shadows in the Fog

Writer: @cw0ffeefandomaddict Artist: @quackquackcey

Rating: M Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Kate Argent, Gerard Argent, Deucalion, Sheriff Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Deucalion's Alpha Pack Members, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Detective Noir, Detective Stiles Stilinski, Bartender Derek Hale, supernatural is known, Blood Magic, Urban Fantasy, Strangers to Lovers, Cursed objects, Found Family, Protective Derek Hale, Protective Stiles Stilinski Summary:

Beacon Hollow's got rules: don't ask questions, don't trust witches, and don't walk alone after dark. Stiles breaks all three the night a body turns up carved with runes that match the ones in his dead mother's journal. Now the city's bleeding secrets, the Argents are circling like sharks, and Stiles is in over his head with bar- owning werewolf who growls more than he talks. In a city where everyone's hiding something, Stiles is about to find out the truth bites back.

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it feels like it's been ages since i posted anything both on here or AO3, my mental state hasn't been good the past few months - i couldnt even participate as a writer for collabang this year because of it *sigh* ( ;´ - `;)

but i did learn how to edit vids just so i could make sterek trailers/edits for 2 super juicy collabang fics both coming this week so get hyped for them ‼️ i'm always more motivated when i'm creating something for others ahaha

also want to say a fat thank you to y'all who comment on my fics, i reread them when i'm feeling down which is a lot these days lmao so know that you're all very much appreciated 🥺

anyway here's a somewhat chonky snippet of my college au frat bball captain derek x femboy study partner stiles for those of you who actually read this post lmao, an excerpt from a derek POV scene where stiles hit his insomnia & depression limit, hanging on by a thread, & gets a surprise visit from derek checking on him w/ clothes, takeout, movies & snuggles :)

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Snippet:

Stiles cut off on a surprised “oh!” when Derek tugged him down to sit on his lap.

“Why don’t you try it on first?” said Derek—he reached down and slipped said heel on one of Stiles’ feet, despite Stiles’ flustered protests. “How is it? Comfortable?”

"Uh— Yeah, um— It's— Yeah," stammered Stiles. He paused, nose scrunching, and looked down at his outfit. "Wait— Actually, everything fits. How do you even know my sizes?"

Derek snorted at that as he took the heel back off Stiles' foot and returned it to the shoe box. "How would I not know?" He leaned in with a smirk, savoring the way Stiles' pupils dilated and lips parted. "I'd be surprised if anyone knew your body as well as me."

He expected that red flush to Stiles' face, but not the hands suddenly covering his face and blocking him from his delicious view.

"You— I can't handle this! You're gonna give me a heart attack with your...y'know." Stiles flapped his hands like that explained anything. "Is it just me, or are you, like, oozing way more of your whole smooth bad boy charisma routine than usual?"

Derek seized the opportunity to grab those slender wrists and lower Stiles' hands before Stiles decided to block his face again. "Is my face that blinding?" he teased. "Maybe I just missed you."

Stiles' mouth flapped open and closed, splotches of red suffusing his face and neck and the tips of his ears, and Derek bit back a laugh.

"This— That— You—" He gaped at Derek. "This is— This is exactly what I mean!" he retorted at last, spluttering and trying to tug his wrists out of Derek's grip to no avail. "Stop that! Stop looking at me like that and talking and-- fucking hell, do you have to smell this good? What kind of 'checking on you' visit is this, huh? You came over with-- with this skimpy ass outfit in your backpack and marshmallows and my favorite takeout, looking like— like you, and who even smells this good for a sick visit, okay? What're you even wearing? Did you just come over to drive me crazy?"

Derek tried to hold back his laughs, he really did, but he couldn't in the face of Stiles finally snapping at him in probably the most adorable way possible, which, judging by the way that flush spread down Stiles' neck, was now beginning to dawn on Stiles after the fact that all he'd done was dump a barrage of flattering insults on Derek.

"...I'm wearing sweats, Stiles," he said, and his body wracked with silent laughter when Stiles slumped in his arms with a 'please kill me now' kind of groan. “And I use plain soap.”

Stiles groaned again. “That just makes it worse, oh my god, I knew it, I knew it was just how you naturally smell—”

“The only thing anyone has ever commented about my smell is my lack of it and to try cologne.”

The look Stiles gave him, absolutely horrified—Derek shook with laughter again.

“Who the heck said that?!” demanded Stiles. “That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. A cologne would just completely cover up your scent!”

Derek cracked up with genuine laughter, an uncommon occurrence for him yet somehow not all that uncommon around Stiles. "I— I wasn't aware you felt so strongly about this," he said between chuckles. "Or that you apparently think I smell that good."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. There's no way none of your past...partners didn't tell you that."

Derek just gave him a look, a long look, and Stiles blinked.

"Wait really?" asked Stiles, actually surprised to the point of disbelief—Derek found himself laughing again. "Seriously? That's actually impossible, you don't understand— Oh my god, stop laughing— It's not that funny—"

And then Stiles started laughing and blushing and spluttering at the realization of just how passionately he was apparently defending Derek's scent right now, and more chuckles just rose from Derek's chest, warm and deep and free.

His chest felt rusty, like a squeaking door hinge opening as the birds inside finally flew out—it wasn’t that he didn’t chuckle often, but that he never quite chuckled like this, letting his guard down just the slightest for once. 

As for the reason he found himself letting his guard down…. Well, one glance at Stiles told him everything and more. The way Stiles looked at him, really looked, all soft and fond and bit in awe, like he’d noticed that Derek’s laughs were different, more genuine; unfamiliar, disused, and rare—

Stiles looked at him all happy and admiring and almost…enamored, as if he could watch Derek laugh all night long, and Derek wondered if Stiles had any inkling of how exceedingly obvious he appeared right now.

Derek’s laughter faded as the self-consciousness set in and the warning bells rang in his mind—‘too close,’ they chimed, ‘danger.’ 

Not the first time, and most likely not the last.

“What’s that look for, hm?” he murmured as he brushed his fingers across Stiles’ cheek to cup it—two could play at this game. “See something you like?”

At first Stiles reacted just as he’d expected, flustered and shy and self-conscious as well, but then—

“…Yeah,” said Stiles with a small smile and too bright eyes. “You should laugh like that more.”

Derek licked his lips, throat suddenly dry, and looked away before glancing back at Stiles’ open, knowing gaze, expression more unguarded than usual. Perhaps that was why he murmured in response, like a whispered confession—“It’s easy to around you.”

Stiles’ eyes widened. His lips parted, his cheeks reddened, and then he buried his face in Derek's shoulder.

A long moment passed before Derek heard a small, muffled "Thanks." 

"For what?" asked Derek, arms wrapping loosely around Stiles' body as Stiles clung onto his shirt.

"For.... For coming to check on me." Stiles raised his head, cheeks still flushed. "And for the clothes. And shoes. How much were they?" 

Derek looked down at him. "You like them?"

"Yeah," Stiles said simply, but it was such a cute, happy 'Yeah' that Derek wanted to push him down on the bed.

But he didn't. He restrained himself. Mostly.

A tap under Stiles' chin to lift it, and then a kiss.

Stiles tasted of mint toothpaste and marshmallows. Fuck, if he couldn't drink in that taste forever, swallow those tiny delighted gasps and moans, as if Stiles couldn't get enough of him either.

"Good," he murmured when he drew away, and he liked how Stiles looked at him all dazed and yearning for more.

Stiles bit his lip with a small, shy smile. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna go take the pastries out now,” he breathed when his oven beeped.

“Mm, that’s too bad.” Derek’s fingers lingered on Stiles’ hips before letting him go, and Stiles smiled for him again. “I’ll put a movie in. Which one?” asked Derek as he pulled out three movies from his backpack.

Stiles let out a laugh of disbelief. “You brought movies too? Just how prepared are you?”

“Hm, what do you mean? I just brought the basics, clearly,” said Derek, earning himself another laugh.

He liked how Stiles, while still sporting those dark undereye circles, already looked much more relaxed than when he’d first opened the door. 

He looked happier too, with those nonstop smiles and laughs, especially when they settled side by side in Stiles’ bed, Chinese takeout and pastries in hand and ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ playing on the small TV. He’d wrapped an arm around Stiles and tugged him by the waist so he snuggled close against Derek, and the way Stiles had beamed at him from that one simple action had his heart stuttering, and his heart never did that.

It was somewhat concerning.

He chose not to think about it and grabbed a container of orange chicken and rice instead. He offered the other to Stiles, but Stiles waved a dismissive hand. "I'll eat in a bit," Stiles told him. "I'm not that hungry right now."

Derek doubted Stiles had been ‘that hungry’ for the past few weeks. Even though Stiles had always been on the lean side, athletically fit yet slender and soft, Derek could tell he'd lost weight. His waist had always been small, sure, but Derek could feel his ribs more than before as well as his hip bones—he imagined Stiles didn’t have much of an appetite nor the motivation recently.

“You sure you don’t want at least a taste?” asked Derek as he licked some orange sauce off his fork. “It’s way better hot and fresh.”

Stiles gave him an amused look. “I don’t think Chinese takeout is ever fresh. They probably cooked it hours ago and—”

Derek cut him off with a kiss, all tongue and lingering lips. 

“How about now?” Derek murmured against his lips. “Still don’t want a taste?”

Stiles’ lashes fluttered half-open, revealing those deep, bambi pools, darker than usual. “Mm, I could be convinced to change my mind,” he teased as he raised his head to seek another kiss, then another and another, and Derek gladly gave them to him. He kissed him and fed him a bite of chicken and kissed him again and fed him again, over and over, until he got a laughing, breathless “yeah” when he asked Stiles if he was hungry now.

More than a little satisfaction stirred in Derek’s chest watching Stiles finally eat his takeout with gusto, all snuggled up in his arms.

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if you read this far, ily 🥺💛 hope you enjoyed the snippet - i'm trying to get back to work on it even if that means a few words per day ahaha

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awww this is so sweet, it means a lot 🥹💛 haven’t been in the mental space to write much recently & it’s made me down, so makes me really happy that you’re liking my fics (*´꒳`*)

(i hope your anatomy exam went well! 👁️)

Just wanted to say that @quackquackcey @ash-mcj and @hedwig221b are the best writers ever and I have been binge reading their fics and they deserve to be showered in gold and jewellery and love and money and every nice thing in this universe

I don't think anyone in the Sterek fandom hasn't read their fics but if you haven't go do that right now, you won't regret it

I have a really important anatomy exam in 2 days and guess what I did yesterday and half the day today. Yes, read their fics. It is an addiction at this point😭 but I don't care.

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it’s me! 🐥

big passion project of mine, esp regarding supporting Make-A-Wish, (which supported me when I had cancer 💛)!

very happy that this is slowly blooming to life & how passionate fellow mods & contribs are 🥰🫶

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Last but not least is Head Mod @quackquackcey - also wearing the many hats of Socials, Writing, Graphics, & Formatting! 👒

Coziness, peace, & just breathing - a restful pause - is what she hopes this project brings, as well as a way to support Make-A-Wish, a nonprofit supporting mental health of children with critical illness by granting them wishes! 🌼🌿

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quirked up white boy with the sauce

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