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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    He opened the little drawer in his nightstand, pulling out the old, worn book that sat in there. He tried not to open the book often, it was just too painful. But tonight he accepted that it would not remain unopened, so he pulled it out and flipped it to page 304 and slid out the small photo that had been tucked secretly between the pages. Tears fell and a small hiccup left him as he tried to stifle a small sob. He hastily wiped his nose with the back of his hand and then finally pulled the little photo up. His eyes watered hard as he ran his thumb over it, tracing the laughing face of the boy in it. The carefree look on his face was what Derek tried to remember him by. He could still remember taking this picture like it had happened yesterday. They had felt free that day, just the two of them.

    Derek wanted so badly to go back to that day when the pack was healthy, he was surrounded by family and friends, and the man he loved had been there. They had been so new, only just recently admitting to one another their true feelings for each other. Derek had only gotten another two weeks with him before it had all been ripped away from him forever.

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    12 Sep 2017

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    Peter looked at Stiles from the corner of his blue eyes and smirked. Stiles swore he saw a flash of red Peter’s eyes, but it might of have been his brain’s lack of oxygen making him hallucinate. “I’m looking for my soul mate. Christopher Argent. I believe he volunteered to be taken in for questioning.”

    An iron fist clenched Stiles' heart. This man was Argent’s—Christopher’s soul mate?

    Stiles stared at the Peter’s wrist, examining every detail of Peter's soul mark. Stiles couldn’t find anything different between his and the blond’s.

    Stiles lifted his hand and ghosted his fingers along Peter’s forearm.

    It was lightning all over again, and Stiles yanked his hand back, only to have it caught in an unbreakable grip.

    Frosty blue eyes burrowed into Stiles', and he couldn’t stop himself from gulping. The smirk on Peter’s lips grew as the corner of his mouth quirked higher, and he drew Stiles’ hand close to his face.

    Peter’s nostrils flared slightly as he stared at Stiles’ soul mark. He pulled Stiles forward, pressing soft lips to Stiles wrist.

    “Now what would your name be?” Peter purred.

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    17 Sep 2016

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    14 Sep 2016

  4. Public Bookmark 53

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    Most groups have a PR manager. The Avengers have twelve.

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    23 Feb 2015