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The arrangement between Derek, Stiles, and Peter seems messy, but as long as no one is trying to have sex or romance with her, it’s not her problem. Personally, she has zero interest in having a soulmate. Less than zero interest. Sex is revolting, and dating is a waste of time. All she wants to do is dance.
A sequel to KouriArashi's wonderful story Whatever Works.
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09 Apr 2021
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In which Derek is a desperate dad with a 6-year-old dancing on the coffee table, Stiles is basically the child whisperer and both dad and daughter get cute crushes on him.
Cue said child whisperer/dance instructor falling for a certain dance dad (Lydia, he's not a dance dad, stop it), who's obviously getting married in a couple of months, because that's the obvious answer when the hot dad asks for private Waltz lessons.
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09 Apr 2021
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“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”
“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.
Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.
“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”
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09 Apr 2021
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Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.
He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.
Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.
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09 Apr 2021
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It was the seventh time this month they’d come in.
They always came when it was quiet and this early Monday afternoon was no exception. The two of them always sat at the bar, two seats apart. The scruffy, dark haired, broody looking one with the eyebrows sat at the middle of the bar. He’d bring a book, or two depending on how near completion of the first he was. Erica would supply him with a steady flow of drinks for the afternoon. Always bottled beer. Never from the tap. She’d crack the top and place the bottle in front of him. Not looking up from his book, he would tap the empty space on the bar next to the bottle reminding Erica to hand him the bottle cap instead of tossing it in the bin. Not that Erica would forget after these last few weeks, but the habit had clearly already presented itself. Today she flicked the cap in his direction with a precision that only came from bartending for years. With a ting, it hit the bottle in Resting Grumpy Face’s hand and fell to the bar, wobbling a few times before settling in place.- Language:
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