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I really should be leaving but I stay by writingonpostcards. He has a system and it works. Then he spends a night with Stiles and something changes. He thinks later, selfishly, that he wishes Lydia had been that little bit sicker, because then he would have stayed at home with her that night, and he never would have met Stiles.
I slept with my boss, oh my god. It was supposed to be a one night stand. No complications, no feelings, no baggage. Words Like Sparks by kototyph. Dirty-Twirl by melofttroll. The Jungle, a place to get funky, for Stiles to get his dirty-twirl on, is basically a dive-bar Sunday to Wednesday.
Then a smoking hot werewolf mistakes Stiles for someone else, and he thinks what the hell, what can a quick hook-up hurt? The guy was really too young for the leather daddy aesthetic, but with the leather and the more-beard-than stubble and the eyebrows⦠Yeah, he was kinda working the hot grumpy leather daddy biker gang leader look. For the prompt: Sterek soul mark fic wherein marks never match, they just line up perfectly to be a shape. Derek Hale has a type: tall, lanky, pale, brunette, passive.
Stiles Stilinski is nearly all of those things - but not quite. I Hope By the Morning by andnowforyaya. From the bathroom came sounds of the guy brushing his teeth. Stiles rubbed the fifty dollar bill between his fingers and felt cheap.
The guy spat and turned the faucet on. You said you lived in Queens last night? Who the hell lives in Queens. The fifty seemed gritty in his fingers, but he put it in the back pocket of his ridiculously tight jeans, anyway.