I was tagged by @voidstilesplease. Thank you so much! 🖤
RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works
Idk how to do the thing where you can click the title and get sent to the link, so I’m just gonna embed them in the post lmao. Fun fact of the day is that I also don’t know how to do the thing that condenses long posts into read-more’s, so this is probably pretty long 😅 Sorry y’all, I’m still trying to figure out Tumblr.
1. Even When I Lose My Head (Guillotine)
(Sterek, 1/1, 3.5k words, rated T)
Summary: Curiously enough, Derek was the one who called for it, after the third time Stiles had screamed himself awake with him in his bed. In theory, it was simple-- take your trauma, or at least the pieces of it you could stand to talk about, lay it bare and let it bleed, make sure the other person still wants you with everything out in the open. Stiles looked over his own dull, tired eyes, bitten lips, shaking hands in the mirror and wondered if he was about to lose the love of his life, but agreed anyway.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
2. Of Shared Beds and Bruises
(Stitch, 1/1, almost 1.8k words, rated T)
Summary: Bossman eyed him, shaking his head, “It’s a shame, really. Someone should’ve had your back.” He bared his teeth. ‘Someone does. Just wait until my boyfriend gets here,’ he thought to himself darkly. He knew Mitch would get there before the pack would, or at least he desperately hoped so.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
3. Losing All My Innocence
(Steter, 1/1, almost 1.4k words, rated T)
Summary: “I thought I told you not to come back here unless you were ready to talk.” He had actually said that, three days ago. It hadn’t been a fight, not really, but close enough to one that dread and fear mixed into a heavy sickness deep in Stiles’ belly. He had snarled them out, frustrated with Peter’s games, with his inability to actually trust him and tell him what he was thinking. He’d been wondering if that was it, if what they had was over, if he’d never see him again. Peter hummed, “Well, I’m back here, aren’t I? But I certainly wasn’t expecting to have this conversation while patching you up, darling.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
4. Cannibal (I Am)
(Sterek, 1/1, 1k words, rated G)
Summary: His mouth curled into a scowl as he reminded himself- yet again- that it wasn’t Stiles who had risen. It was Void. The nogitsune. The monster wearing his baby’s face.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
5. I Won’t Say I’m In Love
(Sterek, 1/1, 1.6k words, rated T)
Summary: He wasn’t willing to risk Stiles for his own selfish feelings. He refused. “Because I’d break him,” Derek answered finally, taking a sip of his tea. Erica smirked a little, “He’d be into that.” Derek snorted, and rolled his eyes. He probably would be.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’m gonna tag @the-cookie-of-doom @italiansteebie @when-she-writes-stuff @writingsbychlo @asterekmess and anyone else who wants to!
