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“Can I buy you breakfast?” Derek blurted, then cringed. Where had that come from? He wasn’t even close to impulsive. And the last time he asked someone out… he couldn’t actually remember. Holy crap, that was pathetic.
Stiles blinked, honey-whiskey-golden eyes huge in the dim light. “What?”
“I woke up you up at two in the morning,” Derek said, more slowly. “I – you know, food?”
“Oh.” Stiles shook his head. “I have to get up at five and I stayed up stupid late as it is. I’m gonna be a mess tomorrow already and–”
“Nobody gives a fuck, Romeo,” somebody shouted from outside and Stiles jerked so hard he cracked his head on Derek’s windowsill.
Or: The one where Stiles is a cop and Derek doesn't sleep.
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Unusual Efforts by AggressiveWhenStartled
Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
12 May 2013
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Stiles’ first memory of his mom is green.
Her green eyes, her green dresses, her green scarves, her green blouses and her green barrettes.
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He doesn't know what he's expecting, really. An old gypsy lady in a turban wearing too many rings that smells like herbs and old cheese, maybe. He's not expecting a boy with pouted pink lips, a dotting of moles, and a captivating scent.
“Uh, I need your hand.” Stiles wiggles his fingers. “As handsome as you are, I can't do the reading by just looking at your face.”
Laura chokes on a laugh and Derek glares. “You're the psychic? Aren't you a little young?”
“I'm 24.” Stiles frowns and Derek is genuinely shocked. “If you like, I can go steal a turban from the old lady in the tent across from me. Maybe throw on some dangling necklaces and not shower for a few days. News flash, none of that makes the reading any more authentic.”
or the one where stiles is a seer and he reads derek's future and drama and stuff happen