12daysofsterek:

Sign-ups to participate in the 5th Annual 12 Days of Sterek Christmas/holiday calendar are now open! (Due to popular demand we’re doing a 5th year!)

About:

The 12 Days of Sterek is a holiday calendar with original fan-created works. Works will be posted on the 12 days leading up to Christmas, starting December 14th.

What kind of works:

In terms of what you can do for the calendar, it can be anything: fic, art, manips, graphics, fanmixes, fanvids, whatever.

As long as it’s Sterek/Hobrien and we can post it on Tumblr, it can be whatever you want. (It doesn’t even have to be winter-y/holiday themed, although that’d be cool if it was, but I don’t want to limit you!)

Deadlines and Dates:

  • Sign-ups will close November 1st.
  • Submission deadline is December 10th.
  • Works will start posting December 14th-December 25th. (It could be beyond that depending on the number of submissions).

Other Info:

You can collaborate with someone else, if you would like, but please figure that out between yourselves and indicate on your form who you will be collaborating with.

If you need prompts or ideas, check out our an ideas tag. Otherwise, you are welcome to create anything you would like to submit.

If you have ideas you’d like to share, send them as an ask to the site and we’ll post them for others that might need some!

How to Sign Up:

CLICK HERE to fill out the sign-up form to participate!

If you have any other questions regarding the event, send us an ask!

Dialogue prompt. Sterek number 9 or 30. Pretty please with a Derek on top?

jmeelee:

Welp, this one got out of hand.  I went with #9 and I hope you enjoy, Nonny!  Thank you for the prompt.

Dialog Prompt#9: “You’re in love with her”

Derek drags Stiles through the front door of the rebuilt Hale House, a meaty fist twisted in the front of his red hoodie, claws poking holes in the cotton.

“A curse most foul is amiss; the only cure be true loves kiss!”  Stiles smacks both hands over his mouth, amber eyes going round as dinner plates when the whole pack turns to stare at him.

“What the hell’s wrong with Stilinski this time?”  Jackson asks, bored.  

“Witches,” Derek replies, finally detangling himself from Stiles and stalking a few paces away.  Erica laughs so hard she rolls off the couch.  

“Do not guffaw, sweet lady, ‘tis true!  This lovesick lad be sad and blue.”  Stiles abruptly walks into the kitchen, returning moments later with duct tape firmly placed over his mouth.  

“It’s like Christmas and my birthday rolled into one,” Isaac says with a mean-spirited smirk.  Stiles flips him the bird and plops down onto the love seat, motioning magnanimously at Derek to fill the pack in on what transpired in the woods.  

Derek sighs like he’s the one doomed to be a Disney prince, and sits down next to Stiles.  “We were out patrolling, and Stiles trounced right into the middle of a magic circle where a witch was performing a love spell; he ruined the whole thing.  Apparently she spent months preparing for the ritual, so you can imagine how pissed off she was.”  The whole pack nods in understanding, which Stiles thinks is pretty rude.  “She cursed him, disappeared in a puff of pink glitter and now he’s a poet.  A really, really shitty poet.”

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