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It takes Derek a couple years to catch on. He's so used to being used in a relationship, that it doesn't register to him that what he has with Stiles isn't merely friendship anymore. Not that he had been in a place where he could've mentally processed the idea of a relationship, even a year back, but working with his therapist has gotten him a long way from the terrified 23-year old, to a somewhat functioning adult.
In the end, it takes a few full pots of coffee, a couple trips to the pharmacy, a dozen lunch dates with Stiles and his father, and a couple centuries old sorcerer for him to finally connect the dots.
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Bringing It Back by Nenagh24 (EverFascinated) for twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids), PaintedSorceress
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
28 Oct 2020
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And by ‘It’ Stiles means Peter, because what the hell were these kidnappers thinking? He isn’t known as 'The Best Spark' for nothing. Idiots.
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- Part 21 of Fictober 2020
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A story in which Stiles' mom is and isn't Persephone and Stiles is a wolf-keeper and more.
Of course, Peter is there to make the chaos more interesting.
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- Part 1 of unhinged friday one-shots
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The Only Sound by Elpie (Horribibble) for ekaterin, taylorpotato, Hexandecimal, neoladyapollonia, Celty
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
01 Jul 2015
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Stiles becomes acutely aware of the weight and vibration of his voice in his throat. He knows what volume feels like, and understands the intricacies of modulating it through context clues. If his voice shakes at first, no one seems to notice much.
Except Peter.
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"You think Derek's Scott's dealer?"
"Yeah," Jackson scoffs. "It's the only thing that makes sense— and even then. I know Scott's hiding something, Stiles, he's—he's cheating somehow."
"Okay," Stiles says, easy, with that glittering honey-soothe he always used to coat his voice in, when Jackson needed that, and the other boy's shoulders ease, some. "And if you figure out what he's hiding, Jax? What're you going to do then?"
"I'm going to do it, too," Jackson mumbles fiercely. "I'm going to do it better."
"Really? That's your solution? Someone else on the team gives you actual competition, maybe beats you a little, scores more points than you, you figure they must be doing drugs to accomplish this, and your first thought is: Oh, I should get on that incredibly unhealthy train, because that's a good idea."
Jackson turns toward him, mutinous and mulish, backs him up against the lockers, seething, "And what do you want me to do? Go to a therapist and, what, get fixed? There's nothing wrong with me, it's your friend who's using, I just want to level the playing field."