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Okay, some fun thing like that was exactly what I was needing after this week, thanks @jade-bright for the tag!

So, the last celebrity I have saved is Katie McGrath (as Morgana tho, but I guess it doesn't matter?) and it seems our movie would be called "Time", going from the song it would be a movie about the loss of a loved one or if you go only by the title of the song, well, I guess it could be a fun movie about time-travel or something lmao!

Tagging (no pressure, guys) @incorrectsterekquotes @sterekloverforever @sterek293 @queenofslytherin and anyone else who wants to to that!

Rules: You're starring in a movie with the last celebrity you saved in your camera roll. The last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Well, the film would be called People Watching and my co-star would be Daniel Sträßer. I’m imagining some kind of low-budget, cooler than thou, indie film, and I’m cool with that.😎

I tag @dontcallpanic @littleblackraincloudofcourse @zerokrox-blog @chaoticfandomgirly @foreverthemomfriend @kinkykinard @katries @starry-mist @slow-burn-sally @smowkie and anyone else who wants to play (doesn’t matter if we’re mutuals or not), no pressure on anyone who doesn’t.❤️

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@celestialvoid-fanfiction posted this, and I thought “I should write a drabble,” but then 1.4k words happened and I wrote maybe the safe-for-workiest Sugar Daddy AU ever? I know, I don’t know how it happened either. I planned on starting with the purchase and moving quickly to semi public kink negotiation, but… Anyway, enjoy! Also for @sinnamonrollsterek

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“I don’t know about this, Erica. It feels dishonest,” Stiles mutters as he fixes his work clothes to look less like they’re his work clothes.

She raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, and she doesn’t even need to scoff for Stiles to hear the disbelieving “Really?” that is no doubt on the tip of her tongue.

“Oh come on! Pretending to be a customer and lamenting to myself that I wish I could buy the entire store of overpriced sweaters and linen pants is nothing like telling my dad I’ve been at the library when we were in your dorm binging Ben and Jerry’s and Sense8,” he practically squawks. He manages not to stomp his foot, though it’s a near thing.

Erica sighs, long-suffering but fond, and steps into his space to muss his hair a little and undo one more button on his shirt. “I know this is incredibly stupid, but Finstock insists it’ll help sales. And fake window shopping isn’t the worst way to spend a shift, y'know. I’m going to be languishing at the counter, all by my lonesome, without my Batman to keep me company.”

Stiles rolls his eyes at her exaggerated pout, but punctuates it with a sincere grin. “You’re right,” he says, ignoring her feigned surprised gasp, “And I’m gonna miss talking with you all afternoon, too.” He didn’t even say it just to make her smile–though he loves making her smile–he was not looking forward to spending hours without their usual back and forth. Working with your platonic life-mate was not as fun when you couldn’t make up elaborate stories about your customers and plan imaginary futures together.

“After work we’ll go to Billie’s and get fancy drinks and fries, ‘kay?”

Stiles grins. “Sounds perfect.”

“Plus, only a few more months until graduation and we start our grown up jobs and never have to even go to a mall ever again.”

At that, he grins wider, “Sounds perfect-er.’

Erica snorts, but kisses his cheek. “Alright, time to go sing the praises of $18 argyle socks, babe.”

Stiles groans but walks towards the break room door, jumping a little when Erica swats his butt on the way. His glare is completely ineffective, as she’s already laughing. “For luck!” she says through a giggle. He grumbles, but makes his way into the store after making sure it’s empty, Erica following a moment later, still chuckling lightly.

Twenty-three minutes and fifteen seconds of wandering the store and making approving noises and comments has Stiles ready to scream from boredom. He moves around an artfully dressed mannequin and stops dead in his tracks; the most attractive man he’s ever seen in real life walks by, mere yards in front of him, and his feet forget how to move. Unfortunately, his lungs also forget how to breathe, because when Finstock coughs forcefully and clearly falsely to get his attention, he gasps loudly.

Which draws Hot Customer’s attention.

Stiles tries to smile politely at him, but he can feel the heat in his cheeks. The way the man looks at him–clearly appraising and then surprisingly pleased–does not help the blush, or his feet. When the man smiles back at him, he’s pretty sure he actually whines a little, but another pointed cough from the back of the store startles him into turning quickly away and across the store to half-heartedly investigate a display of cashmere sweaters.

His eyes search for the guy while he rubs the admittedly incredibly soft material between his fingers. He can’t find him without moving too obviously, so he sighs and feigns sticker shock as he checks the price tag affixed to the tag. With tax, he knows the sweater costs a week’s pay.

After complimenting two pairs of pants, a $300-on-sale sports jacket, a $40 tie, and a pair of shoes he would actually love to buy if he had a spare $170, he still hasn’t caught sight of Hot Customer’s ridiculously nice face, but he can take a moment to be openly disappointed because boss man has retreated to his office. Drinks and fries with Erica can’t come fast enough, he needs to mourn losing his chance to beg the possible love of his life and actual man of his dreams to give him a chance.

Several moments of moping and poking at pocket squares later–and who even wears pocket squares, anyway?–the store is mercifully empty, and he wanders to the counter to cry at Erica. Only he finds Erica grinning in a mildly predatory way, eyes gleaming as she leans on the counter, one hand threaded through the handles of one of the large paper bags they use in store, fingers tapping thoughtfully on its side.

“What?” he asks cautiously, tilting his head to try to see if she’s hiding something behind the bag.

Her grin gets impossibly wider. “Funny story, actually,” she begins in a way that sounds conspiratorial and excited all at once. “There was a ridiculously hot guy in here a minute ago, you may have noticed him,” she teases. He feels his cheeks heat again, because of course Erica had seen him gaping at the guy like a lovestruck teenager. “Well. He brought up a pile of very tasteful clothes, and then he came back with more, in a different size, and said ‘And the same for the young man over there,’” she is downright gleeful, and Stiles knows he’s doing a great goldfish impression, his jaw hanging slightly and eyes wide enough that he can feel them.

“He- whu- Me?” he manages to choke out.

“Yep.”

“He left his card,” she says seriously, producing it with a flourish, Stiles stares at it a long moment, and Erica adds a sing-songy “With his personal cell number,” and Stiles all but lurches to take the card.

“Derek Hale,” he reads, the name coming out in a breathless whisper as he runs his fingers over the elegant embossing. Peeking in the bag, he sees all the items that he’d enthused over while he tried to find Hot Customer–Derek. “Holy crap. Ugh, even his name looks good.”

Erica snorts.

“What am I supposed to do, Er? I can’t just call him and say ‘thanks for the clothes, funny story I actually work at Stafford’s and my boss is insane, but I’d like to date you and maybe have your babies’?”

She’s trying valiantly to hide laughter behind her hand, but he doesn’t have a chance to be annoyed, because suddenly there’s a warm voice just behind him, full of amusement and saying “I think it’s best we start with dinner.”

Stiles mostly contains his startled flail, turning around with a muttered “Frick” at seeing Derek up close. He’s staring, but not really able to stop.

“That sounds… I’m sorry about- I mean,” Stiles stumbles out, forcing himself to take a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second. Derek is looking at him softly and with a little bit of uncertainty, which gives Stiles the confidence to say that he’d like that very much. Only what he actually says is “Please.” But Derek’s eyes darken a little, and he licks his lips with an impossibly sexy roll of his mouth, so Erica’s muttered teasing is barely background noise.

Derek smirks, and Stiles very nearly swoons. “We’ll go somewhere I can see you in those grey slacks.”

All Stiles can manage is to breathe out a curse and to sway slightly forward towards Derek.

“Actually, Stiles is due a break, so you can start with coffee! Or getting to see him out of these pants,” Erica says brightly, suddenly next to Stiles and steering him by the shoulders into Derek’s space. He’d normally argue, but he doesn’t really want to.

Before he can make a token protest, Derek is sliding his hand to the small of Stiles’ back, chuckling lowly, the sound and warmth rushing over him pleasantly, and promising Erica a reasonable return time, “I’ll have him back in thirty.”

Stiles can’t help but shiver a little at the authority in Derek’s voice, and when he looks at him, the man is grinning and then winks at him. This time, he knows he whines a little, but Derek mutters a curse and leans in to whisper in Stiles’ ear. “If this is the reaction a little treat gets, I’m going to enjoy spoiling you.” The double meaning has heat rushing to Stiles’ belly, and it’s clear Derek knows it.

As they walk out, they pass the display of cashmere sweaters where a new customer is looking at them critically, fingering the price tag and looking contemplative. Derek pauses and runs his free hand over a red one, the same one that sits in Stiles’ bag. Derek hums and leans toward the other customer, waiting until he makes eye contact to purr “Definitely worth it,” with a charming grin.

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Can you do sterek where your soulmates thoughts show up on your skin?? Thank you, you beautiful human being you.

Here you go my friend! I hope you like it ^^

Title: Think of Something Good

Thefirst time it happens, he’s standing in the bathroom, toweling himself off. Heturned sixteen a few days ago and his stomach still spikes with anxiety everytime he thinks about it; maybe it’ll happen today.

He’sjust rubbing the towel over his legs - too skinny, too long, his brainsupplies - when he feels it, a rush of something down his spine, a tingling feeling at theunderside of his arm, the towel dropping to the floor.

Hegasps as the tingling feeling intensifies, like he hit his funny bone againstthe sink, and when it’s over there are big, loopy letters on his arm, like atattoo. He bends his arm at an impossible angle to read it.

‘Browneyes are beautiful’

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# i know we’re pretending to hate each other #but you really didn’t need to hit me that hard

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3x09 | 5x09 - Stiles realizing the people he loves most don't believe him

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Some alpha: Alpha Hale, would you say you’re independent?

Derek: *looks over at Stiles*

Stiles: *nods*

Derek, looking back at the random alpha: Yeah, I’d say so.

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I just thought of this, and it was too funny for me not to share XD

For whatever reason, Arthur's back, and him and Merlin meet Derek and Stiles

Arthur: ...

Derek: ...

Arthur: Does Stiles have magic?

Derek: ...we're not really sure

Arthur, skeptical: And yet you allow him to join you and the rest of you in fighting people and creatures that are much stronger than him?

Derek, raised eyebrow: You let Merlin come with you and with no weapons or armor

Arthur, slightly grimacing: He knew not to get in the middle of any battles and I made sure to protect him, but he had magic, so he wasn't completely defenseless

Derek: Yeah, well, neither is Stiles

Derek: And if he's right, which he usually is, he'll prove it to you when we have to, most likely, fight whatever it is the two of you brought with you

Arthur: What?

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Stiles: Sooo, you're kinda just me if I was the one who had to keep what I was a secret instead of the Were's

Merlin: Really? Do you not have some ability you need to keep hidden?

Stiles: The only magical thing I've done myself was with mountain ash, and I probably just seemed crazy or high to anyone who saw me using the stuff

Merlin: Oh yeah, I get that, *laughs* I was practically seen as the biggest fool back then, and I had to just keep making myself seem like such an idiot in order to use magic and save the kingdom, my friends, and of course, Arthur

Stiles: Heh yeah, but hey, it's definitely proven to be an advantage for me, the people that we end up fighting always think because I'm just human, I'm an easy target

Stiles: And then bam! I get them when they least expect it, save my friends and we save the day until the next time things go to hell, which I'm pretty sure will be soon

Merlin, deadpanned: can't wait

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After fighting whatever big bad popped up

Arthur: *In shock*

Merlin: Close your mouth or you'll catch flies, my lord

Arthur: How in the world did he defeat it? He's actually just human!

Merlin: Oh please, it's hardly that different from when I would take care of something and you didn't know I had magic yet

Arthur: Yes, except he doesn't have magic, Merlin!

Derek, coming up to Stiles: Are you okay? How do you feel? *checks Stiles for injuries*

Stiles, lets himself be checked: I'm okay, on a scale of 'when you push me up against a wall' and 'swimming in a pool for hours meanwhile holding you up,' this is less than 'getting beat up in the Argent's basement'

Derek: *sighs, pulls Stiles in to hold him against him, cups the side of his face and takes his pain* Is the first aid in your jeep stocked?

Stiles: *sags into Derek and leans into his hand* Yup, and I'm feeling close to crashing, so give me my post-fight kiss and lets go

Derek: *amused, huffs but does lean in to give Stiles a slow kiss*

Arthur and Merlin, no longer arguing: *stunned, didn't know they were together*

*Derek still kissing Stiles, bends down a bit to hold the back of Stiles thighs and lifts him up. When the kiss ends a few seconds later, Stiles just rests his head on Derek's shoulder and Derek carries him toward the jeep*

Arthur and Merlin: ...

Arthur: *remembering all his fantasies of wanting to do something similar with Merlin, starts to turn red*

Merlin: *thinking about Stiles earlier comparison of each other, also turns red*

(oop, accidently thru in some merthur pinning at the end there, my bad :] lowkey, this could be a oneshot I write after my finals)

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derek: clean your room, they'll be there soon... isaac: ? isaac: what isaac: wtf who'll be there soon??? isaac: HELLO??? isaac: AM I GETTING SACRIFICED?! derek: sorry, was busy. isaac: WHO IS COMING TO GET ME?!?! derek: A/C repairmen... isaac: bruh.

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erica, to isaac: derek taught me to always think before I act.

erica: So if I ever punch you in the face, just know that I thought it through and decided you deserved it.

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Malia: We could skin her and make boots out of her skin. Stiles: Don’t be absurd, nobody wants trollskin boots. Malia: You just called her a snake. Stiles: The devil comes in many forms. Theo: I'm still here Stiles: Oh God! Shouldn't you go back to your dark hole full of flames and screaming?

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in the pool scene before the kanima shows up in 'abomination' stiles tells derek and erica about what happened at the garage then says “can i go now? there's someone i really need to talk to...” and derek just glares at him like DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY WITH YOU LEAVING OR TALKING TO ANYBODY OTHER THAN ME IN THIS GODFORSAKEN TOWN OR YOU KNOW THE STATE OR COUNTRY OR PLANET ESPECIALLY NOT THE GIRL YOU THINK YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH NUH UH NO WAY JOSÉ YOU ARE STAYING RIGHT FUCKING HERE WHERE I CAN KEEP MY BEADY YET SEXY ALPHA EYE ON YOU AND TEASE AND TAUNT YOU RELENTLESSLY AND ENDLESDY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO ADMIT IT BUT I'M ADDICTED TO THE WAY IT MAKES YOU ALL HUFFY AND SQUIRLY LIKE FUCK I MAKE MYSELF SICK WITH WANT THINKING ABOUT POUNCING ON YOU AND MAKING YOU MINE WITH MY MOUTH AND CLAIMING YOU WITH THE MATING BITE BECAUSE JESUS YOU SMELL BEYOND DELICIOUS AND LOOK SO UNFAIRLY GOOD WITH YOUR PALE CHEEKS PINKING UP AND YOUR LIFE-RUINING MOUTH GETTING ALL POUTY AND REDDER THAN USUAL THEN I START THINKING ABOUT HOW WE'RE BOTH SASSY AND SARCASTIC ENOUGH TO KIND OF CANCEL EACH OTHER OUT AND IF WE HUNG OUT WHO KNOWS WE MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE SOME FUN IT'S JUST THAT I NEED A MINUTE TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER BECAUSE I'VE GOT TO PROTECT THIS STUPID LEGACY TOWN OF MINE AND I'VE THESE DAMNED WAYWARD BETAS TO WRANGLE AND DEADLY CREATURES WITH PARALYTIC VENOM TO KILL AND NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIT I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO GET A NEW THERAPIST SO I CAN DEAL WITH THE TRAUMA OF MY INSANE UNCLE COMING OUT OF A COMA AND MURDERING MY SISTER AND THEN THERE'S THE WHOLE HAVEN'T HAD A DECENT NIGHT'S SLEEP IN SIX MONTHS AND THE STRESS OF ME HAVING HOLES IN LITERALLY ALL OF MY SOCKS BECAUSE WHO HAS THE TIME TO SHOP AND I STILL HAVEN'T WATCHED THE FINAL SEASON OF THE WIRE SEEING AS I DON'T HAVE A HOME ANYMORE LET ALONE A TV SET AND I'M HONESTLY A LITTLE SCARED THAT IF I STOP FOR EVEN A SECOND I'LL CRUMBLE WHEN I REALISE I'M CLINICALLY DEPRESSED SO I HAVE TO SUCK IT UP AND KEEP ACTING LIKE A MANIAC FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER TILL THIS CLUSTERFUCK CALMS DOWN A BIT AND THEN MAYBE JUST MAYBE I CAN TAKE A BREATH BEFORE CROWDING INTO YOU AND BACKING YOU UP AGAINST A WALL ONLY SANS THE THREAT OF ME RIPPING YOUR THROAT OUT WITH MY TEETH THIS TIME BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN PUT THEM TO BETTER USE HAVING THEM RIP OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES INSTEAD WHICH WOULD DEFINITELY BE PRECURSED WITH A SLOPPY MAKE OUT SESSION BECAUSE I'M DYING TO LICK YOUR FACE FROM YOUR CHIN TO YOUR HAIRLINE AND GNAW ON YOUR SINFULLY PRETTY NECK AND I KNOW YOU'D BE INTO IT TOO BECAUSE YOU REEK OF DESIRE LIKE 24/7 WHENEVER I'M AROUND AND AS MUCH AS YOU PUSH ALL OF MY BUTTONS YOU'VE ALSO GOTTEN UNDER MY SKIN AND DAMMIT I LIKE BEING AROUND YOU AND YOU MIGHT EVEN LIKE BEING AROUND ME GIVEN HALF A CHANCE I SWEAR I'M USUALLY A FAIRLY CHILL GUY WHO ENJOYS SUNSETS AND LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH JUST AS MUCH AS DRIVING AT 120MPH JACKED UP ON WOLFSBANE LACED VODKA FOR REAL AND HEY PERHAPS THIS IS A LITTLE FAST BUT FUCK IT I GENUINELY THINK WE'D MAKE REALLY CUTE PUPS TOGETHER—or maybe it's just me who spotted that?

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Maybe becoming a werewolf wouldn't fix my mental illness but it would fix my Not Being A Werewolf problem

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When the crossover thing takes your mind 🤯 derek hale and mitch rapp 🙌

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[beta trio mentoring liam]

erica: okay, what's the first rule?

liam: rock-paper-scissors if you can't solve it.

boyd: second?

liam: blame everything on peter - he probably did it anyway.

isaac: third rule?

liam: If derek tells you no, go to stiles.