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  1. Public Bookmark 37

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    “There’s nothing in Nebraska, Stiles. It’s Nebraska,” Derek rolls his eyes but takes the exit anyways.

    Stiles vibrates in his seat, grinning widely. “There’s an air and space museum, Derek! Cheer up, buck-o, it’s kite flying day!”

    Derek rolls his eyes fondly and pulls into the museum parking lot. He’ll deny it to his dying day but Stiles was right; flying kites was really fun.

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    Or, the one where Stiles agrees to drive Derek back to New York and grossly underestimates how hard it'll be to leave him there.

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    19 Sep 2017

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    Stiles works nights at the local college-town diner. Derek is the weird, taciturn new regular who apparently needs huge quantities of food in the middle of the night. Stiles is determined to figure out why.

    (Edit: And then it grew plot and chapters...)

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    04 Sep 2017

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    Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

    Then, Derek's betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha's dream come true.

    And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

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    01 Sep 2017

  4. Public Bookmark 22

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    prompt: I am going to kill my friend because they sent me on a blind date and I couldn’t turn them down without explaining that I have a huge crush on them

     

     

     

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    “So? How did things go with Isaac? Did you like him?”

    Rather than calling or texting him like a normal person, Stiles had shown up at Derek’s door at nine in the morning the next day. Now, he was seated at a barstool in Derek’s kitchen watching him make pancakes. It felt strangely domestic to be making breakfast for the both of them while still wearing his pajamas. It took a lot of effort for him to ignore the happy butterflies that filled his stomach at that thought.

    “He was nice,” Derek said. “Interesting guy. He spoke French.”

    Stiles had his elbows on the counter and his head propped up in his hands. “Are you going out with him again?”

    Derek shook his head and sprinkled a bit of cinnamon into the mixture before beginning to pour the batter onto the pan. “No. He likes Scott.”

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    15 Aug 2017

  5. Public Bookmark 79

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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.

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    23 Jun 2017