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    Randomly Generating 3 words a month to inspire a fic.

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    Randomly Generating 3 words a month to inspire a fic.

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    Fics inspired by songs

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    Derek... had no idea what to say. Or how to react. Or what to even feel.

    What the hell was going on?

    He immediately went to YouTube to check his video, and the first thing he noticed was that his subscriber count had indeed changed, just as he’d suspected.

    Except not in the direction he’d anticipated.

    When he’d gone to bed, he’d still been a few thousand subscribers away from one million. Something like seventeen or eighteen thousand away.

    He was now staring at his subscriber count sitting at over one million by a fair margin.

    “What the fuck?” he whispered to himself, and went to look at his newest video about AllAboutMischief. It was sitting at three-hundred thousand views in the first hour, and had more comments than he’d ever gotten on any of his videos since he began uploading.

    “What the fuck?” he whispered again, a little more desperately.

    (Fic is 65k, please see AN for details)

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    14 Nov 2022

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    “Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

    The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

    Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

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    27 Oct 2022

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    All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.

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    16 Sep 2022

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    As childhood sweethearts, Stiles thought Derek would be his future. But after the death of the Hale pack, Derek broke up with him and took off—leaving both Stiles and Beacon Hills behind.

    Ten years later, Derek's back and Stiles wants nothing to do with him. But when Derek's in a terrible car accident that leaves him with no memories of the past ten years, including the fact that he and Stiles have broken up, Stiles finds himself tasked with the role of caregiver.

    As Stiles helps Derek piece his life back together, it brings about the age-old question: does time really heal all wounds?

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    19 Jul 2022

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    “Okay.” Stiles glanced at his phone, wincing at the battery being close to ten percent. It was probably time to call Scott. Turning off the flashlight, mostly to save battery and kind of freaking out over how dark it was—though the half-moon reflecting off the snow helped a bit—he opened his contacts with shaking hands and scrolled through to Scott’s name. Once he hit it, he put the phone to his ear, looking around, and froze.

    The phone rang in his ear, but his eyes were locked on something big and moving through the trees.

    Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

    If that was a fucking bear, Stiles was fucked!

    The line kept ringing and ringing, but Scott didn’t answer. Eventually his voicemail picked up and Stiles very slowly lowered the phone and hung up without looking, eyes still on the dark shape in the trees. He glanced down for only a second to turn on the flashlight function again, then lifted it ever so slowly upwards, and felt his breath freeze in his lungs.

    It was a wolf.

    It was a motherfucking wolf.

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    04 Jun 2022

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