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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    “Look at these split ends!” the stranger exclaims, still holding a chunk of Shōta’s hair between his fingers. “When was the last time you got your hair cut?”

    “What the fuck are you doing?” Shōta growls, slapping the stranger’s hands away and fixing him with a firm glare.

    “Let me cut your hair,” the stranger demands.

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    16 Apr 2017

  3. Public Bookmark 21

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    “I’m fine!” Stiles almost yelled. “Just leave it alone! Let’s focus on what we came here for and not whatever you guys think this is.”

     
    Lydia was just about to talk again, but Derek beat her to it. “How about we all take a break? We can meet back up tomorrow afternoon, but it’s getting a little tense in here.”

     
    “That sounds like a great idea.” Malia agreed, practically jumping from her seat to leave.

     
    “Do you need a ride?” Lydia asked, grabbing Kira’s arm and pulling them both out of the door.

     
    Liam stops in front of Stiles before leaving and puts his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about your friend.”

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    5 Apr 2017

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    “Okay,” Stiles leans over the book, finger on his chin, while Derek stands there beside him with a frown on his face, “we have the pig’s blood.”

    “They loved that at the butcher shop,” Derek mutters, rubbing his hand along his jaw. “I’ll take three quarts of pig’s blood. Not like this town doesn’t already think I’m some sort of fucking pervert anyway.”

    “We have the hair you picked off his clothes,” Stiles points to the tiny Ziploc bag with a handful of Scott hairs tucked safely inside, and Derek grimaces. “We have the candles. We have the snake. Now we just need an object of the deceased.” He furrows his brow as he leans over the book some more, cocking his head. “It says the object can be anything that was deeply personal to the deceased. Like a piece of sentimental jewelry or a cherished trinket or even a favorite song.”

    Derek snorts. “Yeah. Let’s just listen to fucking Blink-182 and summon the devil.”

    “Right?” Stiles laughs, high and hysterical, manic almost.

    Derek laughs, and Stiles laughs, and it’s not funny. It’s really not funny.

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    28 Feb 2017

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    “We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

    “Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

    “He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

     

    Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate

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    28 Feb 2017