neiljos10 answered your question “So my sterek fic has been plagiarized and it actually makes me sick”
shit, Kolie!!! this sucks, i'm so sorry you have to go through this :c you should report to the staff asap
Thanks. I did! I was honestly so surprised. But the person that messaged me about it is seriously a good samaritan and I hope anyone that ever finds any plagiarized work from this fandom lets the author know so they can report it!
actuallyauthorkurikuri answered your question “So my sterek fic has been plagiarized and it actually makes me sick”
If they don't take it down, report them to ao3 staff. That's what I did when someone turned one of my Skimmons fics into a Clexa fic by just changing names.
Thanks! I didn’t think of that. Kind of hard to think when you’re frustrated. And I’m sorry someone did this kind of thing to you as well. I hope they step in dog shit. =)
i vouch for it so hard, but stay safe because there’s many triggering contents. rape, sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, violence, suicide/mentions of…etc etc
i was gonna look for these but you just made it very easy on me!!! THANK YOU!!!! this is really sweet imma give it a go ♥♥♥
A/N. I’m so glad to have been assigned such A wonderful wonderful person for this exchange, you’ve become one of my favorite blogs. You’re so sweet and kind and I couldn’t be luckier. Much love.
“Your an idiot Derek, a complete and utter idiot. In fact I believe that I’ve met smarter sandwiches. Sandwiches big guy, I’ve met a few ham and cheese with more brain cells.” Stiles paced around the loft flailing his arms everywhere as he talked, and frankly Derek had heard about all he could take.
“Do you have any better suggestions?” He asked, allowing an exasperated sigh to escape him. They had spent the last three hours trying to come up with a plan to take care of the pixie infestation that had been plaguing the preserve for the last few weeks, and frankly they were both exhausted and needed to take a break.
“Well any thing is better than ‘winging it’. I mean seriously big guy these are god damn pixies were talking about not some high school project we forgot about.” Derek could hear both the frustration and exhaustion on Stiles voice, he sometimes forgot that the other boy was still only eighteen, there were so many times that he seemed much much older, and it haunted Derek to think that it was his fault that Stiles had had to mature so quickly. He closed his eyes and pushed back the guilt that threatened to consume him and conceded to Stiles’ wishes, hoping it could take away some of the scent of stress and frustration from the other.
“Alright Stiles you’re right, we’ll go with whatever you plan” Derek said, allowing his shoulders to relax.
“Finally the first intelligent thing you’ve said today” Stiles smirked.
As much as Derek hated to admit it, He wasn’t happy to watch the other leave.
A week later Stiles was back at the loft on better terms. After their victory in driving out the pixies, the pack had decided to have a party at the loft. Stiles was wasted. God must have been testing Derek, because drunk Stiles equated to flirtatious Stiles who had no actual shame.
“Hey Der, I really like your eyes.” Stiles draped himself against Derek’s side and smiled leisurely at him. “They’re just so pretty, like the rest of you, you’re way way to pretty Derek it’s really not fair because everyone loves you except you don’t love them because you’re grumpy and intent on being alone”
Derek had to resist the urge to growl at the other.
“I’m not intent on being alone Stiles, I just can’t be with someone.” The words were harder to say than they should of been, and Derek had to push away the thought of wanting to let himself want.
“You could be with me”. The words shocked Derek out of his thoughts and he turned to face the other boy. Stiles looked vulnerable, and younger than he had in years and it made Derek really really want to keep him from ever being hurt.
“You don’t mean that Stiles, you’re drunk” Derek felt his heart clench despite knowing that Stiles didn’t know what he was saying.
“You don’t know what I mean and don’t mean, don’t try and tell me.” Stiles eyes burned with anger and Derek couldn’t handle this right now. He couldn’t handle the hurt that bubbled in his chest when what he wanted was payed out in front of him and he couldn’t have it, because no matter what he said, Stiles didn’t actually want him.
“I think it’s time for you to go home Stiles” The hurt and anger on the others face was enough to make Derek turn away. He didn’t date a glance back at Stiles until Scott was walking him out the door to take him home. Only then did Derek allow himself to grieve what couldn’t be.
It was weeks before Stiles came back to the loft. Derek almost missed the click of an ignition turning and the rapid heart beat that he had come to recognize as Stiles’ own. He set down the book he had been reading and steeled himself for whatever life was throwing at him now. When the knock came at the door he opened it and did his best to keep his face neutral.
“Hey Derek” Stiles greeted, stepping through the door so Derek could shut it.
“Hello”. Derek had no idea how to handle the situation, Stiles didn’t usually come to see Derek, not unless there was some other issue involved. Derek took a breath preparing himself to most likely make a fool of himself attempting small talk or something within the realm when Stiles stopped him in his tracks.
“Hey listen, I know what I said at the party was stupid and I really really shouldn’t have made you uncomfortable like that, but I was tired and drunk, and when I’m either of those things the truth seems to come out.” The boy took a shaky breath, adopting the viciously vulnerable look that made Derek’s heart beat harder than what could be healthy. “I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable, but I’m not sorry about what I said Derek. I know that you think you don’t deserve happiness or love or whatever it is, but you don’t get to tell me what I can and can not say or do in regards of my emotions, or the way I feel towards you. You don’t get to decide whether or not I want to be with you because I want to, be with you that is”. Stiles looked up with some sort of hope shining in his eyes and Derek’s breath hitched. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend what he had just heard, what had just been told to him. He couldn’t even begin to muster a response, couldn’t think really until Stiles once again shocked him back to reality. “Well that went over well, I’ll be going to wallow in my own self pity since you can’t even seem to form words now that you’ve drawn back into you’re 'I only communicate with eyebrows’ thing, I’ll see you around big guy.” Stiles waved his hand in a nonchalant matter, and even though the words were spoken with sarcasm, Derek could hear the hurt on the words. Stiles shook his head and turned to the door before Derek could find his words
“Me too”. He spoke, reaching a hand out, as if to grasp Stiles back to him. Stiles turned a look of disbelief distorting his features.
“You too?” He asked raising an eyebrow
Derek took a step closer, bringing them nearly chest to chest before reaching out and placing a hand against Stiles cheek. “Me too Stiles me too.” He leant forward and kissed the other, pouring everything he was unable to say into it.
Later when they had gotten over the fact that they finally had each other, they would laugh at the fact that they had both pinned endlessly for someone that they thought could never love them, when that someone was each other.
#... i have things to say about this #but I have literally only been in the fandom for an hour Don't worry, it's cool!!! If you wanna, like, really, go ahead, even if it's to disagree, I like to see what I'm thinking wrong as well!
What I meant is that I should really spend some more time actually figuring out shit. I don’t start writing fic before I know the characters, you get me?
