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  1. Rec 6

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    10 Jan 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    This is epic. There's so much detail and lots of things doing on. It focuses mainly on Q and Alec, and there are a lot of OCs.

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    Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

    He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

    Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

    He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

    And then he leaves.

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    7 Dec 2016

    Bookmarker's Notes

    A well written, thoughtful piece.

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    After the events of 5a, Stiles is estranged from Scott--and by association, the pack. Derek is off finding himself, or, at least, Germany and some other places. There's a lot of texting and post cards and then Derek comes back to find Stiles missing. Worse, nobody seems to remember Stiles existing.

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    5 Dec 2016

    Bookmarker's Notes

    A really beautiful read.

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    When Stiles finally managed to contort himself the right way without causing injury, he stared at the words on his inner thigh. And then he stared some more, long enough for the water to grow cold around him, wondering if this was part of the dream. Finally he decided that it had to be real only because his subconscious was not creative enough to come up with this.

    There, in freckle-brown letters stark against pale skin, was the name Jackson Whittemore.

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    29 Nov 2016

  5. Rec 35

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    25 Nov 2016

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