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TIMELINE 

Nov 15th, 2020 - Sign-ups open (modalities to be announced)

Jan 3rd, 2021 - Art due; sign-ups close 

Jan 7th, 2021 - Prompts go up for viewing 

Jan 9th, 2021 - 7 pm UTC - Claims round 1 

Jan 10th, 2021 - 7 pm UTC - Claims round 2, if there is any art left, or multiple claims round if there are any authors who haven’t been able to claim a prompt yet. 

Jan 11th, 2021 - 7 pm UTC - Claims round 3, if necessary and until all art has been claimed. 

Jan 17th, 2021 - Check-in 1: Teams must confirm that they have made contact and are good to collaborate. 

Feb 28th, 2021 - Check-in 2: Teams must confirm that they are on schedule to post. 

Mar 15th - Mar 21st - Open posting OR March 15th posting starts - to be decided

GUIDELINES for ARTISTS 

 In the regular reverse bang round the following types of art are accepted: 

painting/drawing (traditional, digital, mixed) 

mood boards 

fanvids (min 30 sec) 

original gif sets (min 6 gifs) 

playlists (10 songs min) 

>> If the item cannot be uploaded to Discord directly, it has to be hosted anonymously and a link has to be provided. 

>> In the spirit of anonymous claims, no watermarks, signatures etc. are permitted! If you are worried about art theft, you can add “Sterek Reverse Bang” as a watermark.  

>> Artists can submit one or two pieces. 

>> Art must not have been published before, been a commission, or be associated with a fic at the time of claims. 

>> When you submit your art, it should be finished. You may of course keep working on it until posting.

GUIDELINES for WRITERS 

>> Minimum word count for fics in this challenge is 5k. Artists have the option to offer more art for longer fics. 

>> Artists’ prompts need to be followed unless writer and artist agree to do something else. 

>> Squicks and triggers have to be followed without discussion. 

Please be gracious about all pieces and remember to keep all discussion about the art and what you want to claim in #strb-writers-chat. Flailing and praising is permitted in #strb-general, but please refrain from mentioning any specifics. Artists are very anxious about their art getting claimed and we don’t want to add to any fears about any piece of art not receiving the attention it is due.

Audrey’s birthday celebration countdown. 3/10

This year for my birthday I decided to celebrate our fandom and its wonderful creators. You guys make my life so much brighter. 2020 brought us some good things in the midst of all the chaos, so thank you all for everything!

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Mug Life  / Sterek  / G / 7k 

author : whateverrrrwhatever

Summary : Stiles hates the morning shift with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. The hot guy in the leather jacket with the boring coffee order might make him change his mind.

One for the memories - DropsOfAddiction [Archive of Our Own]

The wolf wants what he wants…🖤 - Seline_Blue [Archive of Our Own]

You Fake I Pretend - Icylightning [Archive of Our Own]

Happy Birthday, You’re Legal Now! - Anxiety_Baker02 [Archive of Our Own]

Stilinski Absolutes - LadyDrace [Archive of Our Own]

The Brave and Stupid Thing - whateverrrrwhatever [Archive of Our Own]

this is a love story - LoveIsNotAVictoryMarch [Archive of Our Own]

Everything mixed up (and baked in a beautiful pie) - dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) [Archive of Our Own]

If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as hell. - DropsOfAddiction [Archive of Our Own]

The subtle seduction of Stiles Stillinski - DropsOfAddiction [Archive of Our Own]

I’ve been the archer (I’ve been the prey) - dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) [Archive of Our Own]

The Feeling of Happiness - thedaughterofkings [Archive of Our Own]

The One Where They All Go to New York for a Wedding - Chioces [Archive of Our Own]

Alone on Christmas? - LessonsFromMoths [Archive of Our Own]

It’s a Fake Boyfriend, Charlie Brown! - IndecisiveAndUncreative [Archive of Our Own]

The Economics Project - StaciNadia [Archive of Our Own]

Get your FEET off the Dash it’s LEATHER - lonechicken [Archive of Our Own]

The Price - theroguesgambit [Archive of Our Own]

The Things You Need - JoMouse [Archive of Our Own]

Please, Love Me - monkeyihihji [Archive of Our Own]

Ya Feel Me? - yodasyoyo [Archive of Our Own]

Cincinnati, or Anywhere With You - yodasyoyo [Archive of Our Own]

Good Intentions - yodasyoyo [Archive of Our Own]

Chaos Personified - tryslora [Archive of Our Own]

Shoot your shot when you see em (he’s already in my DMs) - dearericbittle (dutchmoxie) [Archive of Our Own]

Somewhere Else - alocalband [Archive of Our Own]

Just Go With It - IndecisiveAndUncreative [Archive of Our Own]

Emergency Contact - bewarethesmirk [Archive of Our Own]

yes - EvanesDust [Archive of Our Own]

Date Me, I Dare You - NephilimEQ [Archive of Our Own]

Limestone & Brass - Whispering_Sumire [Archive of Our Own]

practice prompt written with @whateverrrrwhatever . Remus/Sirius + "Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.“ a lil saucy at the beginning but there’s no smut!!

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It’s a risk, Remus knows, snogging in the back stacks of the library. Peter is sitting nearby, on lookout duty after several long years of similar favors racking up. Hardly his fault that while he’d never had a girlfriend or boyfriend before, Peter has had several. Not his fault either that James is out with Lily today, and that Peter is all that’s left to keep watch.

But their friend isn’t what’s important here—no, what’s important is the way that Sirius is clutching his sides, a scent that’s purely him infusing Remus’s senses, his breath inversely long exhales and short puffs between and into kisses. What’s important is the way that Remus is curling into him, like he’s a cat and Sirius has found the perfect spot to scratch so he’s practically purring.

It’s great fun being at Sirius’s disposal, under his power. Still, he can’t deny enjoying pressing his boyfriend harder into the bookshelf, wanting more and wanting to set the pace and knowing that of the two of them, he’s more likely to stop before they end up shagging in the bloody library. Which is—a thought he’ll have to save for later, when they can slip away to one of their beds and have privacy. He grips Sirius’s hips and tugs them to his own, trying not to buck against him. Dangerous territory, he knows, both thankful and bereft that they’ve got several layers between them.  

Sirius pulls back just enough to meet his eyes for a blazing second, coming back not to his mouth but to his ear. “What’s that look for?”

He’s not—good, really, at the blue talk. Not like Sirius, who has been blessed with skills beyond anything Remus could ever hope for. But he tries anyway, slipping his hand up to the small of Sirius’s back, leaning forward until he’s forced to arch against Remus’s body. “I’ve just been thinking about bed tonight, and what we can—”

A book drops, startlingly loud, very close. In-the-aisle close.

Breathe with me

Eternal sterek drabble exchange

Gift for @whateverrrrwhatever

Prompt: Breathing exercise

Read on Ao3 | buy me a coffee

Stiles inhaled slowly, focusing on the feeling of his chest expanding and the flow of air through his nose. He held for four beats and slowly exhaled. It wasn’t nearly as relaxing as it should have been.

He knew he needed to do the mindfulness training to hone his powers. If he wanted to be able to do magic on purpose instead of randomly under extreme duress, this was the price to pay. But he hated sitting upright and the eyes trained on the back of his head were making his skin prickle in the most distracting way.

“Derek, I love you more than life but you need to stop being a creep.” He didn’t even need to open his eyes to know who was standing in the corner quietly watching like the big stalker he was.

Lord Derek Hale arrives in London determined to make a match near-penniless and disgraced in the wake of an affair and the loss of both his family and his ancestral home. Mr. Stilinski, regrettably untitled but indisputably the wealthiest and most charming unattached bachelor of the London set, was only too willing to step in to marry his childhood crush.

A story about falling in love after the marriage plot is over.

https://twitter.com/coff33detective/status/1271463582312673281

hi! i work in local government and community management, and i’m here to tell you a secret: it is like, really, really easy to overwhelm the people who work in your local government. especially right now. especially on things they can actionably do or impact.

you may not know this, but i bet your city or town or municipality has a website. i bet that website has some contact forms or email addresses on it. i bet you can use them to put together a message in about 5 minutes! i bet it’s almost as easy as signing a national petition.

which is to say: i’m noticing, like most other people, that the national level discussion on really important and long overdue issues is flagging. but the internet and news cycle is not the only battleground, and you will be pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to fight those battles at home, on your own turf, with much more immediate impact, and they are so, so important.

I am begging you: make my job, and the jobs of people like me, difficult right now. flood us with demands. make yourselves impossible to ignore. 10,000 signatures on twitter is a lot but 10 unique personal emails is enough to derail an entire council session.

I want a(nother, infinite) regency era marriage AU(s) where Stiles is an incredibly wealthy up and comer who marries Lord Hale, in much diminished circumstances, after his family home has burned down under scandalously mysterious circumstances and his uncle’s gambling debts have whittled away the remainder of the family fortune. He arrives in London in a pristine, tasteful new wardrobe (on which, he’s spent his last guinea) to ignore whispers of his involvement with Lady Katherine Argent - there are rumors that he may have been compromised - and to catch the attention and ultimately the suit of Mr. Stilinksi, regrettably untitled but indisputably the wealthiest and most charming bachelor of the season.

So when they’re married and Stiles doesn’t… favor Derek, the way he’d expected, prepared for, he’s left hurt and confused in the face of Stiles’s indifference. Apparently, according to his valet, and Boyd, and more forthright members of society, everyone’s aware of Stiles’s inclinations and proclivities, but no one will make it plain to Derek exactly what those are so he can… attend to them. 

It’s not until he’s in their box at the ballet with Cora that he sees his husband in another box across the way, whispering in Miss Martin’s ear, serious and intent, his hand on her arm. Her head is tilted toward his, lips quirked in a knowing smile, and it strikes Derek that this may not be the love match that he’d hoped, that Stiles knows about him, about his… ruin, and doesn’t want him, understandably - who would? And he goes home, sick to his stomach, resolves to try harder and to leave Stiles alone, to stop hoping for more, to stop thinking of his mouth and his fingers and how the broad plane of his back would feel under Derek’s hands, how he licked cream from the corner of his lips during tea at the McCalls’ on Tuesday afternoon. Because whatever reasons Stiles had for courting him, for taking his hand in marriage, they’re not this.

Meanwhile, Stiles has never forgotten his childhood crush on Lord Hale and when he finds himself in a position to finally gain a title and access to the peerage in a way he’s never been allowed before while helping him, he takes the opportunity. It’s mutually beneficial, as he sees it and if — if this wasn’t the first time he’d entertained the idea of a match between them, well, that’s no ones business but his own. He’s acutely aware of Lord Hale’s diminished circumstances and vows to himself that he’ll not be the next in a long line of opportunists and scoundrels to take advantage of Lord Derek Hale. 

No, he tells himself, as Lord Hale smiles at him, open and sweet, over the breakfast table. He must be realistic about the circumstances of their marriage, he thinks, as they tease out a problem with one of Stiles’s holdings in the country over nightcaps in his study, Derek’s suggestions insightful and his observations entertaining, shocking Stiles into laughter on more than one occasion. Lord Hale is grateful, he reminds himself, as he offers his hand to help his blushing husband down from their carriage at Duke Whittemore’s Christmas Ball. But grateful is not how Stiles wants Derek to feel when he looks at him.

I’d Let You Had I Known It / Sterek, E, 21.3k (when posted)

Lord Derek Hale arrives in London determined to make a match near-penniless and disgraced in the wake of an affair and the loss of both his family and his ancestral home. Mr. Stilinski, regrettably untitled but indisputably the wealthiest and most charming unattached bachelor of the London set, was only too willing to step in to marry his childhood crush.