It's been a hot minute.
I have multiple WIPs and events going on right now (both collaboratively and by myself), but now is the time to get hyped!
One of the events I'm doing is the Sterek Big Bang hosted by @twsterekbigbang. Since there's a little less than a month until posting, I thought I'd advertise a little coming soon sneak peek of my first ever Big Bang fic!
"Confessions of a Teenage Tragedy: Bi-Disaster" will be posted to my AO3 under "one-fandom-became-all-fandoms" soon, with beautiful artwork by @evanesdust and beta'd by @roseszain (with a little brainstorming-beta help from @starwilson, @stuckygarbage and @jcksnwhttmr).
Background: Rated E ; WC ~37K ; Main themes include: No Hale Fire AU, HS AU, Cross-Dressing, Self-Discovery, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Getting Together.
Summary: What started out as a dare turned into the best thing that has ever happened to Stiles. Ever since he dressed as Naughty Red for the last Halloween of his senior year, Stiles has found out his arch-nemesis doesn’t despise him, the Hales are much weirder than anyone in Beacon Hills would believe, and he looks damn good in lace.
Incident after incident with Derek Hale crumbles Stiles’s resolve to keep his freshly-realized feelings hidden. Can he mend their broken friendship before it’s too late or will asking for more from Derek push the basketball captain away forever?
Sneak Preview:
Rasping around the fake fangs in his mouth, Derek Hale demanded, "You need to change."
Stiles balked. Head swiveling in irritation, he questioned, "Why?"
Derek pressed, "I was here first and you look ridiculous."
"Uh," Stiles scoffed, "I look adorable."
"You're a guy," Derek stated.
Putting cups on the counter, Stiles retorted, "Who's rocking this outfit." Searching for cherry vodka, he added, "That's not coming off my body tonight, by the way."
Derek's nonexistent brows furrowed as he watched Stiles splash liquid into red solo cups. "What. You're not going to sleep in it, Stiles."
"I might," he quipped.
A long-suffering sigh fled Derek's lips as he leaned against the counter. Stiles worried his fake nails would leave crescent dents in Derek's palms with the way he clenched them.
Switching tactics, Derek said, "I'll pay you twenty bucks."
A snort. "Erica's paying me fifty to wear it." Adding a dash of grenadine to Erica and Lydia's cups, he smirked, "Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Hale."
His left eye twitched. "A hundred."
"Two hundred," Stiles corrected, "and I won't tell anyone on Monday that you paid me to take off my clothes."
Air passed through Derek's flared nostrils in an agitated rush. "Fine."
