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  1. Public Bookmark *

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    Stiles and his Gigantic Repressed Feelings accidentally affect the weather. A lot. Like. A lot.

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    “It’s snowing, Stiles,” says Derek.

    Stiles looks up. He nods. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

    Derek looks at him. “It’s snowing, Stiles. In your bedroom.”

     
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    11 Feb 2019

  2. Rec *

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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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    30 Jan 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    So funny.

  3. Rec *

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    “We can’t just leave him here to die.”

    “He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

    “Then we should stay with him.”

    Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

    It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

    “Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

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    27 Jan 2019

  4. Rec *

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    In which Stiles is misery, and Derek is company. Or something.

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    20 Jan 2019

  5. Public Bookmark *

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    Derek Hale has a good day. (There is ice cream.)

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    12 Jan 2019

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