tagged by @eevylynn <3 <3 a solid TEN DAYS AGO AYYY adkgjkajdg sorry i love u thank u
Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on tumblr or FFN!).
Most Hits: Triskelion Reign: the Shepherd, the Lamb, and the Wolf with 13,632 hits! woah! Rated E, Omegaverse, Medieval Fantasy AU. Sterek! WIP!!!!!
Second Most Kudos: Grandma, What a Big Dick You Have! (the better to fuck you with my dear) with 843 Kudos! Rated E, PWP, Sterek, exactly what it says on the package (hehe)
Third Most Comments: Under My Skin with 133 Comments! Rated E, explicit noncon, stackson!!!!! my baby my baby
Fourth Most Bookmarks: Churn My (Peanut) Butter with 100 bookmarks! Rated E, PWP, mpreg, Steter! this is actually my number 1 most kudosed fic too! it finally beat out Grandma!
Fifth Most Words: Elementary, My Dear Sheriff with 10,537 words. Coach/Sheriff (Copcake), Rated T, mostly fluff/humor. This is rly funny to me because, my 4th most is WIP at 11,935, and then it immediately jumps to over 59k for 3rd LOL
Least Amount of Words: teeeechnically the least amount of words is February 14th, after dinner which is gift art for @anaxandria-writes from the Steter VDay exchange. (CW for explicit sex, ahegao, and smugness lol but no actual genitalia visible) but I also have posted a decent amount of art on ao3, which takes up the 5 shortest works on my profile. the actual shortest Written work is Locker&Linoleum, a fibonacci poem about Stiles being obsessed with Lydia, then Count (or does it?) which is a vampire!Stiles Sterek twitter ficlet.
I feel like this really hammers home how wildly everywhere i am with teen wolf fandom haha
No pressure tags:
Rin since I already tagged u up there, @quackquackcey, @definitively-different-drivel, @lavender-lotion, @outtoshatter, @psi-onic, @madsworld15, @like-lazarus, and anyone else who wants to do this!
When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤
Thank you, @lucky-bishop for the tag! 💜💜💜
Hanging On (You're All That's Left To Hold On To) - Steter, Bobby Finstock/Sheriff Stilinski | Teen | 92,823 words
The Stilinskis find themselves struggling in the aftermath of the Nogitsune; sometimes help comes from the most unlikeliest of places.
Hungry Like a Wolf - Bobby Finstock/Sheriff Stilinski | Explicit | 3,062 words
Noah’s looking forward to spending some alone time with his husband and mate now that he’s gotten his wolf under control.
A Merry War - Steter, Senior Stargent | Teen | 19,225 words
After his dad suffers an injury at work, Stiles decides to take his step-dad up on the offer to co-run his training gym. It’s weird to be back in Beacon Hills after all this time, but one thing is for sure--the Hales are every bit as gorgeous and weird as he remembers. He’d been content to ponder their weirdness from afar, just as he’d done as a kid. But then he meets Peter and he can’t decide if he’d rather climb the man like a tree or strangle him with one of his outrageously expensive neck-ties.
Finding Your Own Wild Rumpus - Stiles & Cora, Stiles & Peter | General Audiences | 3,419 words
Two lonely wild things manage to find each other one day in the Preserve -- or how Stiles got stealth adopted by the Hales.
A Change of Luck - Steter | Teen | 8,115 words
Stiles curses his bad luck. Figures he’d survive Beacon Hills and get bitten by a rogue alpha while attending college. But maybe the bad penny in his life isn’t such a bad thing after all.
Absolutely no pressure tags (especially if you've already been tagged) - @mirrorthoughts, @yogi-bogey-box, @msridcully, @thisdiscontentedwinter, @bunnywest, @darkjediqueen
Check out the fanworks created for the latest prompt: HUNGER. Don't forget to express your appreciation by leaving a comment!
If you haven't already added your work to our collection on AO3, please feel free to add it to the collection for this prompt. If you have any questions about submitting, please leave us an ask to let us know.
Submissions are listed in order by word count. Please check the content notes and pairing for more information about each submission.
Hunger For More by @darkjediqueen (FIC, Derek/Stiles, R, 1851)
Not Going to Starve, Anyway by @goddess47 (FIC, Peter/Sheriff, PG, 2250)
Hungry Like a Wolf by @vmures (FIC, Bobby Finstock/Sheriff Stilinski, NC-17, 3062)
The Teen Wolf Mini Bang featured 7 writers, generated 6 complete new long fics, and a total of 84,902 words!
There was amazing art created by 7 artists, and many beta readers helped with these fics! Thank you to everyone that participated. Please find the master list below!
Habitual by @foofsterroonie, art by @thotpuppy
Sciles, explicit, 33,926 words
Καταστροφή | Katastrophé by @rhyslahey, art by @freedom-in-darkness, beta read by @i-dont-want-to-tell-you-my-name
Scissac, teen and up, 37,044
Act of God by @princeescaluswords, art by @nacreousgore, beta read by @spikeface
Sceo, gen, mature 23,699 words
his father's monster by @scribeoffate, art by lulujane, beta ready by @momentofmemory
gen, Scott and Rafael, teen and up, 13,237 words
Elementary, My Dear Sheriff by @thotpuppy, art by @letthestorieslive, beta read by @sinnabon-cosplay
Copcake (Sherriff/Coach), teen and up, 10,537 words
Trials and Triads by @sinnabon-cosplay, art by @scribeoffate, beta read by @always-mimits
Peter/Chris/Melissa, explicit, 11,043 words
Sceo Moodboards by @rhyslahey
Honorable mention: @spikeface was able to add almost 40,000 words to their fic.
Thank you again to everyone who participated! Everyone's hard work and dedication is evident in their finished products, and I encourage everyone to check out the fics and art! Thank you!
John looked up from his desk to see Bobby standing in the doorway with two tupperware containers. He frowned a little- something Bobby immediately caught.
“I know, I know,” he said as he stepped all the way into the office, shutting the door behind him. “Burgers would be way better, but Stiles handed me these after practice, and I feel like I have to take the little shit’s threats seriously, you know? Or he might change your curfew.”
John laughed and got up to exchange a kiss for his dinner. As they sat together on the couch in his office, he let out a little sigh.
“It’s not dinner- well not entirely. Burgers would be better,” he said, scowling at the salad that compromised two thirds of his dinner, “but that’s not why I’m...”
“A grumpopotamus? Mr. Frowny? Sulk Face the Third, Esquire?”
John shot a dry look at Bobby’s innocent face.
“Worried. I’m worried. Stiles...” He trailed off, suddenly unsure of unloading onto Bobby. They’d only been dating a few months, and he didn’t want to run him off with undue burdens of parenting.
Bobby just rolled his eyes.
“You can talk to me. After all, you’re his dad, but I’m his lacrosse coach, so if we’re talking about who’s really ultimately responsible for him, clearly it’s me.”
John gave a rusty chuckle.
“That’s right, the hierarchy of parental responsibility goes aunts and uncles, grandparents, parents, and lacrosse coaches. I forgot.”
Bobby mournfully gestured at the ceiling.
“We’re the unsung heroes of child rearing.”
John eventually sat back with another sigh, a little lighter this time.
“I just feel like Stiles isn’t talking to me like he used to. I don’t see him as often... usually he would have brought me dinner, you know?”
“Maybe he’s trying to be supportive of us,” Bobby suggested, digging into his own salad. The kid could make a bitchin’ vinaigrette.
John made a non-committal sound.
“He’s been pretty clear already that he supports me, and this is a direct quote, ‘banging it out’-” John had to pause for a moment while Bobby choked on a laugh and a piece of lettuce, “but I still feel like he’s hiding something from me. He's definitely got people coming in and out of his bedroom window at all hours. Our neighbors have called me about it six times. But he hasn’t told me anything about it.”
He sounded so dejected. Bobby reached up to rub comfortingly at John’s neck, pulling him down onto his shoulder as he set their dinners aside for a moment.
“Why haven’t you talked to him about the window visitors?” he asked, curious.
“As far as I can tell, it’s mostly just Scott,” John answered. “Kid grew out of his asthma and suddenly everything’s a jungle gym. But there are at least one or two other new people coming over too, and he hasn’t told me anything about them. It’s... probably nothing. Probably. But I want him to want to talk to me.”
It broke Bobby’s heart to hear him so sad. He pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“It’s hard, but well. Stiles is sixteen. It’s a pretty normal, expected part of growing up to keep secrets from your parents. He might just... want something of his own.”
John grumbled a little.
“He can have things of his own. I respect his boundaries. But these new friends have been coming around for two months! He should at least want to tell me their names, right? God, what if they’re criminals, Bobby? What if he’s selling his Adderall??”
Bobby snorted a little laugh.
“John, if Stiles is just an hour late with his Adderall, then everyone in a four block radius knows it. He needs that medication, and he knows it. He’s not selling it. Besides, other than a little distance, nothing else is really different, is it? He’s still going to practice, his grades are still good.”
John grudgingly agreed and snuggled deeper into Finstock’s shoulder before saying, “I just thought... after Claudia died...” He had to pause for a moment, focusing on Bobby's hand calmly stroking up and down. “It seemed like we were always going to be first in each other’s corner, you know?”
“If that’s always been true, then there’s no reason to believe it’s different now,” Bobby said. “Which means that whatever’s going on isn’t something he needs you in his corner for.”
John sighed yet again and pressed a kiss to Bobby’s neck.
“Thanks,” he murmured, “for listening.”
“Anytime, cupcake. Whatever’s going on, he’ll tell you when he’s ready.” They sat there together quietly for another moment before picking up their dinners again.
“God this salad is delicious,” Bobby said. “Maybe his new friend is teaching how to make amazing dressing.”
“I doubt it,” John said, digging into his own. “Mrs. Anderson, our neighbor, said the person she saw on the roof was a big, rough looking guy. Leather jacket.”
“Oh. Is that all? I know who that is.”
John looked up in surprise.
“You do?”
“Yeah. The Hale kid. He came back a few weeks ago. That’s gotta be Stiles’ friend. He’s nothing to worry about, John.”
The relief on John’s face was evident.
“Yeah? You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. He’s a good kid. Grumpy, but who wouldn’t be after what happened to his family. That’s probably why Stiles hasn’t talked to you about it.”
John nodded sagely.
“I guess I can see that. He doesn’t want to spook Hale away by making him stay for dinner.”
“Exactly,” Bobby agreed, taking another bite of salad. “Plus, you know how secretive the Hales always were about the werewolf thing.”
What if, in the beginning, Stiles is upset with his dad dating Finstock. It’s not that he doesn’t want his dad to be happy, but he misses his mom. The Sheriff dating someone is just another reminder that she is gone forever. So Stiles acts like a little shit towards Finstock, who takes it in stride. Finstock can remember when his mom started to date after his parents’ divorce and how, for a while, he acted like a brat towards any guy she dated.
Stiles takes to calling Finstock cupcake as a way to bug him, but Finstock refuses to let it get to him. He’s sure that Stiles will come around eventually. At least he really hopes so because he has no plans of breaking up with the man he loves. Eventually, upon realizing that his mom would want his dad to be happy, and Finstock makes his dad happy, Stiles gives up on trying to torment the man. However, the nickname cupcake sticks. Finstock actually kind of likes it and gets a kick put of hearing Stiles refer to his parents as ‘his dad and cupcake.’
DW: This is adorable, and I need a 100K fic of it, stat!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Elementary, My Dear Sheriff
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Coach/Sheriff
Warnings: none
Words: 10, 537
Author: @thotpuppy
Artist: @letthestorieslive
Beta Reader: @sinnabon-cosplay
Summary:
“So,” Stiles greets from the couch where he’s been sitting in almost total darkness. There’s a light on in the kitchen but it only just reaches the living room. The sheriff startles, and while he doesn’t automatically reach for his gun, Stiles knows he maybe wasn’t that far off. “How was the conference?”
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Sheriff Stilinski has been acting awfully suspiciously lately. Stiles takes it upon himself to snoop around and try to figure out why. A 5+1 style fic where Stiles sleuths out the truth of his father’s budding relationship with his Coach.
