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sterek | 30k so far | ao3 (still a work in progress!)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), The Hale Family Lives (Teen Wolf), Pining Derek Hale, True Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - The Duff (2015) Fusion, Slow Burn, Full Shift Werewolves, Made Up Wolf Lore, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, minor Kate Argent/Derek Hale
Summary;
Matt stood there next to him, red solo cup in hand, and his camera dangled from the strap around his neck.
"You know what your problem is?"
Stiles felt his eyes slightly widen, taken aback because what the fuck does that mean?
"Interesting way to greet someone, dude," He tried to sound playful, but he was slightly annoyed now, so he was sure that was noticeable in his voice and expression. Matt ignored his comment completely and turned around to look outside through the open sliding door, pointing a finger toward it with the hand still around his cup.
Stiles looked over his shoulder at what -who- Matt was pointing at. Scott stood there, talking and laughing with Liam, who had made his way outside without him noticing. Liam's friends, Mason and Hayden, were there too, accompanied by Isaac, who dragged Boyd and Erica along. Then there were Danny and Jackson, with Lydia huddled close to Allison.
"You're their DUFF."
"Their what?"
"DUFF- designated ugly fat friend," Stiles stayed silent and shifted his gaze back to the friend group outside, "You and I? We make them look better, more popular, more desirable." All Stiles could do was laugh.
for anyone interested in this fic, first chapter has been posted to my ao3 account. it will only be available there but i will give you guys the link to it, of course.
i considered posting it once i had it finished, but then i was like "if i can come up with the ending, i will start posting this fic" and less than ten minutes later i had a whole plot for the ending so .-. here it is.
still dont know how many chapters it will have, but hopefully its less than twenty :v
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sterek | 30k so far | ao3 (still a work in progress!)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), The Hale Family Lives (Teen Wolf), Pining Derek Hale, True Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - The Duff (2015) Fusion, Slow Burn, Full Shift Werewolves, Made Up Wolf Lore, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, minor Kate Argent/Derek Hale
Summary;
Matt stood there next to him, red solo cup in hand, and his camera dangled from the strap around his neck.
"You know what your problem is?"
Stiles felt his eyes slightly widen, taken aback because what the fuck does that mean?
"Interesting way to greet someone, dude," He tried to sound playful, but he was slightly annoyed now, so he was sure that was noticeable in his voice and expression. Matt ignored his comment completely and turned around to look outside through the open sliding door, pointing a finger toward it with the hand still around his cup.
Stiles looked over his shoulder at what -who- Matt was pointing at. Scott stood there, talking and laughing with Liam, who had made his way outside without him noticing. Liam's friends, Mason and Hayden, were there too, accompanied by Isaac, who dragged Boyd and Erica along. Then there were Danny and Jackson, with Lydia huddled close to Allison.
"You're their DUFF."
"Their what?"
"DUFF- designated ugly fat friend," Stiles stayed silent and shifted his gaze back to the friend group outside, "You and I? We make them look better, more popular, more desirable." All Stiles could do was laugh.
i wanted to make this sort of a short fic, not much plot going on but... i've derailed and i'm writing something completely different than what i had in mind...
not saying i'm mad about it, but i'm stressing myself with everything i got going on lol
alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
it's been a couple years since i've talked to you last but you suddenly popped into my mind today and i decided to look for your blog again,,, i'm really glad to see you doing well and it warms my heart that you're still around! no worries if you don't answer but i wish you well dude!!
heyyy~
well, its nice to have you back :3
its also been a few years since i've had people just wanting to chat in my inbox so i haven't been around as i used to, wouldn't mind it though
i am doing good, better than i expected at least lol hope you're doing well too~ will try to continue sticking around for as long as i can too hehe
How long have you been writing? And how long have you been posting in wattpad and Tumblr? Really curious about your journey, are there times that you feel burned out or went days/weeks not writing?
Oh, hey there~
Well… I've been writing since I was eleven, back then I used to write for 1D and 5SOS (very badly too, I still cringe remembering it) and I've been posting on Wattpad for the same amount of time so… Thirteen years wow .-. I feel old. I've had many accounts throughout the years and when I had finally settled on keeping my current name, I was banned so I moved my stuff over to Tumblr and Ive been posting here for five years already, started February 2021, feels like a shorter time actually.
And of course I feel burn out and don't write at all. The longest I've gone without writing was almost two years, starting 2024 and until early 2026 I believe. Like I might've posted stuff that was prewritten stuff that just needed editing, but now I've been writing so much and I love it. I kinda forgot how much I love to just write what I want and not stick to a specific genre or fandom or x reader. Because while I love writing what people want me to write, I struggle with it. I think I've been on a burn out state since I wrote for kinktober back in 2022 and I kinda never recovered from that. I think a lot of stuff I've written after that is just… Bad. Then I had a lot of issues late 2024 that prevented me from writing at all, and now I'm getting better, I'm moving past those issues I had and I'm trying to write at least a hundred words everyday, so just I don't push myself too hard.
And on top of that I also have to study and finish school so yeah, kinda stressed these past 3-4 years.
Wasn't expecting to write so much but hey, I thought this was a good time to kinda let everyone know why I haven't been posting at all or just around as often as I used to. Kinda lost my passion to writing on the way but I got it back and I will be writing stuff I like and I wanna read.
Hopefully, this was what you expected I would say 😅
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sterek | 30k so far | ao3 (still a work in progress!)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), The Hale Family Lives (Teen Wolf), Pining Derek Hale, True Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - The Duff (2015) Fusion, Slow Burn, Full Shift Werewolves, Made Up Wolf Lore, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, minor Kate Argent/Derek Hale
Summary;
Matt stood there next to him, red solo cup in hand, and his camera dangled from the strap around his neck.
"You know what your problem is?"
Stiles felt his eyes slightly widen, taken aback because what the fuck does that mean?
"Interesting way to greet someone, dude," He tried to sound playful, but he was slightly annoyed now, so he was sure that was noticeable in his voice and expression. Matt ignored his comment completely and turned around to look outside through the open sliding door, pointing a finger toward it with the hand still around his cup.
Stiles looked over his shoulder at what -who- Matt was pointing at. Scott stood there, talking and laughing with Liam, who had made his way outside without him noticing. Liam's friends, Mason and Hayden, were there too, accompanied by Isaac, who dragged Boyd and Erica along. Then there were Danny and Jackson, with Lydia huddled close to Allison.
"You're their DUFF."
"Their what?"
"DUFF- designated ugly fat friend," Stiles stayed silent and shifted his gaze back to the friend group outside, "You and I? We make them look better, more popular, more desirable." All Stiles could do was laugh.
Author's note: I apologize for how long this chapter took me to write, I just couldn't figure out how to word it. I've also been going back to teen wolf hyperfixation (specifically sterek) and I've been working on a fic for it. Don't know how long next chapter will take me so, again, I apologize. Thank you everyone for reading, makes me happy to know you guys enjoy this little fic :3
The soft crackling of the fire as it began to dim was the only thing they could hear in the kelku for a few seconds, and finally, Jake let out a deep breath that made his sons tense for an instant.
"That's enough for today," he spoke, his voice firm but calm, "All of you, go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning." Lo'ak opened his mouth, probably to argue with what Tuk had said, but Neytiri shot him a look that shut him up.
Neteyam was the first to nod, ushering Kiri and Tuk toward their hammocks, always the responsible one. Tuk glanced at her parents, rubbing her eyes as she felt a yawn creeping in, and showed them a sleepy smile before standing up and letting Neteyam lift her up to her hammock above Lo'ak's. She continued to remain unaware of the map she had drawn for her parents.
Lo'ak huffed as he also made his way to his hammock, each one of them accepting their mother's good night kiss before her and their father walked out of the kelku. When they couldn't hear their footsteps anymore, Lo'ak broke the silence.
"Tuk, why did you tell them where he was?" He whispered sharply at her, and all she did was hum a song quietly.
"Because they asked," she replied, oh so innocently, making Lo'ak roll his eyes. Kiri and Neteyam glanced at each other, deciding to stay quiet since they knew Lo'ak, he would never actually get mad at Tuk, no matter what she did or said.
"That's not-" he rubbed a hand on his face, trying to keep himself calm and not snap at his sister, "We weren't supposed to tell them."
"But he's nice," Tuk leaned over her hammock to look at him, and Lo'ak stared at her with a subtle frown, "He saved me," she added as if they had forgotten about that detail despite telling their parents less than ten minutes ago, "And mom and dad always tell us we should let them know when something important happens."
She smiled at her brother, her eyes struggling to stay open.
"So they can say thank you."
Well, Lo'ak had no argument for that.
Quite a few meters away from the kelku, were Jake and Neytiri, silently waiting for the murmur of their people to quiet down. They looked at each other for a second. Neytiri's eyes held worry, while Jake's held concern, thinking about what their next move was going to be.
"Our kids have been spending time every day... with a strange boy we didn't know about," Jake was the one to break the silence, watching his mate's hand lift to her mouth.
"But he saved our baby, and..." Neytiri took a deep breath, staring off into their home where the fire had already gone out, and no longer cast shadows along the interior walls, "He watches over them? I don't think this boy is... a threat to them, ma Jake."
He stared at her, and while he agreed, part of him couldn't help but believe this boy was more than just a harmless boy living in the forest. They had to leave so many things behind when the Sky People returned, and he knew he would be hunted, considering he was labelled as a traitor.
For all he knew, he could be an Avatar, sent by the RDA to track and find Jake Sully. But then he would quickly come to the conclusion that, if that were the case, the RDA would've already found them. Damn, two of his kids have human features, it wouldn't take long to piece together that they were his children and get a whole army to High Camp.
So...
"Tomorrow morning, before sunrise... we go out, and we find this boy," Neytiri looked at him with a confused expression on her face, and Jake gently held her hands, "I wanna make sure he won't be a threat to our family."
With that, she nodded with a sigh and gently pulled Jake along with her as they walked back to their kelku to rest the day's worry.
///////
(M/n) woke up without knowing why.
He wasn't hungry or thirsty, and there wasn't any sunlight shining through the leaves, no animal noise to explain why he woke up with a sharp inhale, his body going rigid before his mind could clear up the fogginess of sleep.
He stayed on the branch, taking deep breaths to calm his increasing heartbeat, ears twitching as he picked up the sounds of the forest. Nothing was different, the rushing sound of the river water remained, the hum of insects, the rustling of leaves against one another. He remained still, listening.
Nothing close, nothing immediate. But that didn't prevent a subtle frown from showing on his face and his tail from curling slowly closer to him, feeling shivers run down his arms.
The only reason he was so on edge and tense was the sudden dream that woke him up, and he couldn't even remember what it was about, but his body seemed to remember, especially the particular scent of smoke that burned his nose and closed his throat, turning every breath into pain. And that alone triggered the memory of the day his village fell to the Sky People.
He took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to dissipate the still fresh wound of how he lost it all. His hand reached for his bow, needing something familiar to ground himself, and holding his mother's bow always seemed to work just fine. He began slowly swaying his head side to side as he quietly hummed his mother's songcord, closing his eyes and for a moment... he felt the warm embrace of his mom, shushing his nightmares away.
His jaw tightened for a moment, and his body went rigid, his ears twitching at a sound that shouldn't be there. It was way too early for the siblings to be coming around to visit, and animals didn't move that quietly and slowly around the forest.
Someone was there, approaching, and whatever it was, it didn't want to be spotted.
(M/n) exhaled through his nose, slow and silent, and began to move.
He gathered his few belongings with practiced ease, hands steady despite the tension coiled tight in his chest, and carefully tucked everything away beneath leaves and behind thick vines, making sure nothing stood out.
When he was done, he hesitated before returning to his usual branch, he carried his bow across his chest, gripped a vine, and began climbing higher, where the leaves grew thick and the branches overlapped in tangled layers. From there, the cover was better, the shadows heavier, but his view narrowed, his line of sight broken by foliage and dark.
It was a risk, but it was safer if he managed to stay unnoticed. Still, he chose to stay there, pressing his back closer to the trunk, carefully gripping his bow and holding an arrow on the string, and he took slow, quiet breaths, using his hearing the best he could.
The birds weren't reacting as abruptly as they usually did, and the footsteps he barely managed to hear were slower, controlled, synced. The scents carried over by the wind where foreing.
His instincts were screaming at him to hide because he was being hunted. From that height, he would be harder to spot, but from that height, he would be unable to escape unharmed.
He peeked through the leaves for a moment, mismatched eyes scanning what little he could see through the gaps, and he caught the moving shadow of a woman, quiet, with a purpose in her stride. He recognized her stance, the same stance Neteyam had, a steady and firm grip on her bow. She wasted no movements, and that made him hold still, breath held.
Moving carefully, he saw the woman momentarily glance behind her, and (M/n) caught sight of another figure, bigger, with less delicate movements, but sharp and precise.
The male had the same hairstyle he saw on Spider, but while that was quite eye-catching, something else snatched his attention. His hands.
Not only was he holding a Sky People weapon, the scent of metal itching (M/n)'s nose, but the man had four fingers.
Who else had four fingers that weren't Lo'ak or Kiri...?
A memory flashed in his mind. His chubby baby hands holding onto strange-looking Na'vi hands, his mismatched eyes looking up at—
"Toruk Makto..." He mumbled to himself, immediately hiding when he got a brief glimpse at the way the woman's ears twitched. He didn't move, holding his breath, back pressing against the rough bark of the tree, fingers digging in it, feeling a growing burning sensation in his lungs.
He heard a breath exhale and then the quiet clinking of beads knocking each other, "He is not here..." the woman said, her steps approaching, and (M/n) hopes she can't see him.
"You think they lied to us?" The man asked, lowering his gun. (M/n) took the risk and peeked through again.
The woman was standing by the swing he made, gently touching it and looking around the place. Her eyes spotted proof of their kids being there, but there was no forest boy in sight, "The were here, the swing Tuk mentioned is here..." she spoke again, her voice a little firmer than before, "Maybe... we got here too late."
(M/n) didn't miss the familiar name, and it didn't take too long for him to figure out the people in front of him were the siblings' parents, but why were they there? He wasn't sure, and her saying 'forest boy' only made him assume they were looking for him, for what? But again... he wasn't sure.
He watched as Toruk Makto -Jake Sully- glanced around the place, eyes hard and muscles tense, and slowly the grip on his gun began to loosen, golden eyes soon landing on his mate, "Well then... Time for plan B. Let's go," he spoke slowly but with a firm tone, which made the woman nod once, leading the way back to where they came from.
(M/n) watched how both of them glanced behind them briefly before disappearing from his sight, and even as he watched them leave, he spent a good two minutes steadying his breath, he wasn't sure if they were really gone, and he didn't feel like moving from his hiding spot, keeping his guard up.
He remained sat on the branch behind the leaves, still feeling the burning of his lungs and the pressure on his chest, but in the quiet of the rising morning, he sighed as he connected the dots of how those two Na'vi were Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk's parents. He wondered if he was in trouble with them because... Why would they come looking for him so early in the morning, otherwise?
His head hit the tree with a soft thump, and he blinked at the sunlight slowly peaking through the leaves, silently wondering to himself the reason they were looking for him. He hoped... It wasn't anything bad.
///////
Already arriving back at High Camp, Neytiri and Jake got off their Ikran and walked further inside to the group of Na'vi bustling around doing their thing. They stopped their kids getting stuff prepared to head out.
They glanced at each other and made their way toward them, cutting their path, "Kids," the four of them stopped immediately at the sound of their father's voice. Neteyam stood straighter and slightly ahead of his younger siblings.
"Yes, sir?" He quietly asked, trying to remain calm.
"Where are you going?" Neteyam and Kiri looked at each other, unsure whether they should be honest or not.
Thankfully, Lo'ak stepped in, "Just out," he said nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal going out of High Camp -which wasn't because they went out everyday-, but his words made Jake and Neytiri stare at each other with a knowing look in their golden eyes.
"Well..." Jake took a deep breath, and felt his mate's hand gently touching his arm, and he let her take charge, taking half a step back.
Neytiri stepped closer and held her oldest son's face in her hands for a second, doing the same to Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk, showing them a small smile.
"Why don't you invite over this forest boy friend of yours?" The four of them looked at their mother with different expressions, but Tuk was the most excited of them.
"We can?" She rushed over to hug her mother, looking up at her with such a happy glint in her eyes that it made Neytiri's smile grow fonder.
She nodded, reaching to move Tuk's braids away from her face, "If this boy saved our little girl then the least he deserves is a thank you."
Kiri letting out an doubtful hum caught the attention of her parents.
"I'm not sure if he'll come over though," Neteyam and Lo'ak nodded in agreement, making Tuk's mood drop slightly. Jake sighed and stepped closer again, bringing Kiri closer to him.
"Whenever he's ready, he's welcomed here."
Soon after giving the kids a few more words to take care of themselves and be back before dark, Jake and Neytiri walked away from them.
Spider took that chance to approach the Sully siblings, catching the end of a conversation the brothers were having, "Invite him over? I don't think..."
"He will probably deny the invitation," Neteyam turned toward Kiri as he spoke, who was trying to comfort Tuk, who was getting increasingly sad at the though of the forest boy not wanting to come to their home.
"It would be even more fun if he was here," she quietly whined, which earned her a sad look from her older siblings, and Spider decided to join in their conversation, stopping to stand next to Lo'ak.
"Invite the ghost to High Camp? I mean, won't hurt to just ask him, right?" He asked, facing the four siblings with a shrug on his shoulders. Tuk seemed to light up like the stars in the night sky.
"Maybe if we tell him how fun home is he'll come," she didn't give anyone a chance to explain to her that 'fun' wouldn't be enough of a reason because she took off running toward the walking path off the Hallelujah Mountains.
Kiri sighed, frowning and following after her sister, "We'll talk about this on the way, let's go."
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