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Checking the time on his watch, he realized he was a minute behind and hurried to grab his briefcase and headed quickly out of his apartment, locking up behind him. He took the stairs down to the ground floor, because the elevator took an eternity, and had just entered the lobby when his usual morning companion exited the lift.
He offered a smile, and raised his travel mug in greeting. The silent hello was returned with a head jerk and the raising of his own travel mug.
The two of them headed for the door together, his companion reaching it first and opening it, holding it open for him. Nodding a thanks, he exited the building and went to wait at the curb, the other man following suit a moment later.
They stood about two feet apart, sipping their coffees and saying nothing to one another.
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One Night (misunder)Stand(ing) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella), KioFox
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
14 Oct 2023
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“I have absolutely no need of any more favours from you!” Stiles poked him once in the chest. “We shouldn’t even be running into each other at all. Like I said, tracking device. You know that’s illegal, right?”
Derek crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow. “Who says I need a tracking device to find you? Maybe you’re just overly predictable. We are in your dad’s workplace, after all.”
“Hey, I haven’t come by here in like, two weeks at least. So you’re following me.” Stiles pointed his finger at him again, but couldn’t poke him in the chest since he’d crossed his arms. “You are a stalking stalker who stalks!”
“I thought I was a lying liar who lies.”
“You can be both!”
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“Dude! Don’t open!” Stiles yelled almost hysterically, facing the console and kicking a panel again. “They’re gonna fucking kill me! They’re gonna think I killed this dude!” He motioned the figure lying dead on the floor.
There was a clang behind him and Stiles jerked to his feet, scrambling backwards and hitting the console, eyes locked on the entrance.
A tall, humanoid figure stepped through, aqua blue eyes rising and locking on Stiles before shifting to the dead alien on the floor.
Stiles’ heart thundered in his chest and he was positive he was about to fucking die.
(SNYE - January 28th - Scene Stealer)
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- Part 28 of Sterek New Year's Extravaganza
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Five Times Stiles Set his Microwave on Fire in Front of his Hot Neighbour and the One Time his Hot Neighbour Stopped him by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) for wolfile
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
21 Aug 2021
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“You making popcorn for breakfast again?” Liam asked after Stiles had successfully hidden from the poor woman.
“I’ll have you know, I haven’t had popcorn for breakfast in over a month,” he informed him. “Also, very presumptuous of you, accusing me with no proof whatsoever.”
“The fire alarm went off, it’s always you,” Liam insisted, rounding another corner.
“You know one day, the fire alarm is going to go off and it won’t have been my fault.” Stiles dreamt of that day, honestly. He’d be able to prance down the stairs, guilt-free, proclaiming to everyone he saw that it wasn’t his fault.
For once.
“The day this alarm goes off and it’s not you, the building will actually be on fire,” Liam deadpanned.
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Stop @’ing Me (It’s Giving me Anxiety) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
10 Nov 2022
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Derek... had no idea what to say. Or how to react. Or what to even feel.
What the hell was going on?
He immediately went to YouTube to check his video, and the first thing he noticed was that his subscriber count had indeed changed, just as he’d suspected.
Except not in the direction he’d anticipated.
When he’d gone to bed, he’d still been a few thousand subscribers away from one million. Something like seventeen or eighteen thousand away.
He was now staring at his subscriber count sitting at over one million by a fair margin.
“What the fuck?” he whispered to himself, and went to look at his newest video about AllAboutMischief. It was sitting at three-hundred thousand views in the first hour, and had more comments than he’d ever gotten on any of his videos since he began uploading.
“What the fuck?” he whispered again, a little more desperately.
(Fic is 65k, please see AN for details)