Krissie Disapproves
“I’m still fucking mad Derek.”

I’m not saying that this isn’t something Stiles would indulge into in one fic or another, but in this case, he’s communicating his feelings emphatically to Derek. Not that anyone could tell.
Commas - the difference between addressing someone and engaging in some dub/con.
Krissie Disapproves
He must of been shifting (…)

Oh man, seriously?! I can’t read that. This is just the thing to make me hit the X and never look back.
Would you of kept reading it?
Krissie Disapproves
They have always used a condom which in Stile’s mind was really silly since he was a virgin and had been with no one else and Derek was a werewolf which meant no diseases so…it really made no sense to him.
115K of fic written like this. Why?!

Commas are your friends, people. Don’t even get me started on possessive genitive. Or unnecessary ellipses.
You know who else is your friend? Your friendly neighbourhood beta.
Artwork and Photography inspired by Kaleidoscope (Sterek AU, Explicit) by Vendelin/ljummen
When I approached ljummen about creating fanart for her story, not only did she grant her permission, she wrote this lovely additional scene to provide insight into Derek’s motivation for creating this portrait, his portrait of Stiles:
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Derek wipes his hands on his pants, leaving dark stains from his charcoal-stained fingers. It’s been a while since he felt like a piece was this finished. It’s been slow progress from the night in the art institute when Stiles decided to show up quite unexpectedly to let Derek finish the piece for the exhibition. His last one.
Back then, it was nothing but the outline of Stiles’ eyes and nose.
Now, it’s a combination of all of Derek’s favorite Stiles’ expressions. There’s that look in his eyes that makes Derek’s heart forget how to beat properly. There’s the huge grin he rarely lets Derek see, because Stiles is constantly self-conscious around him. There’s the way he sometimes looks at Derek when he has said something funny, and wants to take in Derek’s reaction. Derek slowly traces the outline of Stiles’ temple with his fingertip, careful not to leave any evidence from his smudgy fingers.
He drew Stiles like this and not like the broken human being Derek left behind in the coffee shop yesterday, because this is the Stiles who barrelled his way into Derek’s life and stayed.
It started as a way to let himself have Stiles even though he knew that wasn’t an option. It was also, perhaps subconsciously at first, a way to make sure he remembers. Derek knows what can happen to your ability to remember; he’s done his reading. He knows there will likely be a day soon when he can’t remember the look in Stiles’ eyes so vividly, perhaps not even at all. A day when he can’t recall the lines that appear around Stiles’ nose when he grins.
This was supposed to make sure that he remembers, that he never forgets the way Stiles made dying seem like losing to Derek, and not like just another way to move on. The way he made sure that he once again remembers what it’s like to have your heart pound from the sound of someone else’s voice.
This was supposed to be Derek’s way to make sure that he never forgets Stiles, and the way he somehow managed to make Derek feel whole and broken all at once.
And now, Derek is going to give that portrait away.
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That art piece is as perfect as the fic. I’m so glad I rec’d it to you because OMG LOOK AT IT!!!!1!!!
The times Stiles had to (Breast)feed the other member of his pack.
A fic summary. Like, it’s written and it’s out there.
And to think that I used to be squeamish about little incest…
There’s this fic in my head in which Stiles writes Mary Sue fanfic about Dean Winchester, Kate Argent gets drunk and sort of moves in to Stiles’ couch, and Derek is a cupcake delivery boy who doesn’t speak, but… IT. JUST. REFUSES. TO. BE. WRITTEN.
It’s not that he doesn’t like people, or sees himself as above everyone else, it’s just he doesn’t see why he’d waste his time with someone he has next to nothing in common with, or why he’d pursue a friendship or relationship with someone who doesn’t make his skin buzz with anticipation, frustration, someone who doesn’t enthrall him.
He’s picky; sue him.
—Possibly I like the Thrill of Under Me You, by Haynnes
I don’t often relate to fics in this way, but there you go, kids, a fic worthy of quoting for it resonates with me.
DA FUQ AM I LOOKING AT?!

This is a travesty.
Except for how I now think there should be a Sterek fic titled “Scents and Sensibility”… How is this my life?