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Season 3B Spoilers up to 3x19
SCOTT X STILES
POST-NOGITSUNE AU
Picspam = 5 pts
Fanfiction = 48 pts
based on this and this
crooked jaws and curly fries; scott x stiles
It's starts after they've dealt with the Nogitsune. Stiles still can't sleep through a full night and he spends the time he does sleep with his dad or Lydia or Scott in his bed. He'd feel like a child if he didn't feel so comforted. The one thing that does return to normal, however, is Stiles' appetite. When he wakes up in the hospital that first night, the only things he asks for are his dad, Scott, and a 20 piece chicken nugget meal and some curly fries.
Scott, like the best friend he is, already has them waiting in his back pack, pulling them out with a 20 oz. of root beer to wash them down. Stiles beams at him and for a second or two it's back to old times.
Things don't go back to normal after that. They'll never go back to normal, but Stiles tries to make it as close as possible. He goes back to school and pulls his grades back up. Scott and Stiles and Lydia, the whole pack really, dedicates Wednesday afternoons and Sundays for studying calculus and literature and the Argent bestiary.
Scott starts taking Stiles to dinner after every Sunday study session. Isaac has a job at the library and Lydia, Allison, and Kira usually go off to one of the girls houses to spend time together and neither Scott nor Stiles really knows what the twins or Derek do after they've parted ways. So Scott takes the time to spend a little more time with Stiles. Even though they see each other at school every day and video chat in the evenings, these Sunday dinners are times when Stiles can say the things he can't say in front of the others.
He'd compared it to Confession at one point, had laughed and said that Scott would make a terrible priest. Scott had laughed too, but had sobered quickly, reassuring Stiles that he could tell him anything and Scott would never say a word.
Scott takes him to fast food restaurants, sit down restaurants, food carts, food courts, makes him dinner sometimes. But most of the time he takes Stiles to a little diner almost out of town and buys him chicken nuggets, curly fries, and a root beer. Stiles had tried to pay the first few times, but he finally understood that Scott needed to do this as much as Stiles needed to talk to him.
These dinners last a few hours, the two of them nursing chocolate milkshakes when they're done with their food. After a few months, Stiles talks less about his guilt and more about video games he's been playing or the Youtube video he watched the day before. Scott starts talking more about how to permanently establish the pack and how the latest book for literature was such a snore.
But still, Scott takes him for nuggets and curly fries.
Some days he even surprises Stiles, sneaking grease stained paper bags into the school in his back pack. They share nuggets under the bleachers at the lacrosse field, and laugh at Finstock as he coaches the Freshmen gym class. Scott bumps Stiles' shoulder and smiles, wide and crooked and totally happy and Stiles' stomach twists with a foreign feeling.
They miss a Sunday dinner two months after graduation. Even without study sessions, the whole pack still gets together and Scott still takes Stiles out to eat after. But they've missed this week because they were dealing with trolls of all things.
But the trolls are gone and a peace treaty has been arranged, so Scott shows up at Stiles' house with two bags packed to the brims with food, two extra large root beers, and a milkshake to share between them. He doesn't knock, just makes his way inside, toeing off his shoes in the entryway after kicking the door shut.
He makes as much noise as possible coming up the stairs because he knows Stiles still gets a little jumpy. "It's just me!" he yells up the stairs as he takes them two at a time. He finds Stiles on his bed, hair messy and still in his pajamas. There's a controller hanging out of one hand and a grin on his face as he waits for Scott to set the food down.
"Dude, you brought me food!" Stiles exclaims, saving his game and powering off the console.
"Yeah," Scott breathes out, setting the drinks on Stiles' desk before throwing himself on the bed. "Figured since we missed out Sunday date, we could catch up now. And then I'm totally going to kick your ass in Call of Duty, so you better enjoy it while you can." Scott laughs when he's done, pulling food out of the bags and setting it in front of Stiles.
Stiles who isn't talking and is just staring at Scott, mouth slightly open and a faint blush blotching his cheek.
"What?" Scott asks before shoving a fry into his mouth. "I'm totally gonna kick your butt."
"Da - Date?" Stiles stutters, absent mindedly opening his bag of fries. He doesn't even look down as he starts shoveling them into his mouth.
A blush of his own shows up high on Scott's cheeks and he drops his gaze to the bedspread between. "Well..."
"Oh my god, I'm such an idiot!" Stiles yells. "Those were totally dates. You've been...you've been wooing me with chicken nuggets!!"
Scott laughs at this, at his friend who isn't shying away from him. Stiles who isn't turned off by the idea of his best friend being in love with him. Stiles who is still talking about wooing and chicken nuggets and the allure of crooked jaws and curly fries.
Scott stares at Stiles, at the way his hand is waving around his head, curly fry wrapped around one finger. Stares at the way Stiles' eyes are shining bright with happiness and a hint of fear. Stares at the way Stiles' mouth moves between words and sips of root beer and only stops when he puts another curly fry in it.
There's no question as to why or how Scott fell in love with him. After everything they went through, every moment they've shared, from happy to sad to scary and everything in between, it's always been Scott and Stiles.
Scott starts to chuckle, softly and under his breath, as Stiles' rant slowly comes to an end. He watches as Stiles' stash of fries dwindles, wordlessly pushing his own bag towards his friend. Stiles grabs a handful, pops more than he needs into his mouth and turns to Scott expectantly.
Scott keeps his eyes open when he kisses Stiles, soft and sudden, because he knows that Stiles' eyes will be wide with surprise, golden and wonderful, before slowly sliding shut in content. There's a fry sticking out of the side of Stiles' mouth and he tastes salty, but Scott can't help that it's the most perfect thing he's ever tasted.
When Scott finally pulls away, Stiles' eyes are still closed, but his jaw is slowly moving as he chews the last of his fries. Stiles licks his lips, pulling in the fry that was hanging out of his mouth and Scott finally pulls in a shuddery breath.
Stiles' eyes blink open after a few more seconds and he takes a hard swallow. "So," he says, and his grin is lopsided. "Call of Duty or Halo?"
DEREK X STILES X SCOTT
COFFEE SHOP/HIPSTER AU
Tumblr graphic = 5 pts
Short Description = 4 pts
Derek and his sister inherit a chain of coffee shops in the Pacific Northwest after his parents die. He doesn't really want to have a hand in the running of the business so he lets Laura and Cora handle everything. But he does like to keep up to date with the Beacon Hills branch of Hale Coffee. Because it's in his home town and he likes the coffee better this far south. And not at all because of the handsome barista with the crooked jaw and his friend with the whiskey colored eyes. Absolutely not because of those two. Not at all.
DEREK X STILES
MOVIE STAR AU
Picspam = 5 pts
Short Description = 4 pts
Stiles is a former child actor who is attempting to make it in more serious films and break out of the Disney mold. Derek is an up and comer who keeps getting type cast as the brooding jock because of his looks. When they are both hired for a new film, it's Derek who becomes the golden boy on set and in the press. Stiles would be jealous but he's totally in love with Derek in a way that could totally jeopardize the film if things fell apart. Little does Stiles know that Derek is just as in love with him. The cameras catch every look the two miss and message boards are blowing up with rumors and theories. The only ones who can't seem to figure it out are Stiles and Derek.
DEREK X STILES
NEWSSTAND AU
Tumblr graphic = 5 pts
Fanfic = 46 pts
newsstand au derek x stiles
Derek has a schedule. He wakes up, goes for a jog in the park, showers, and he's out the door by 7:45 am which gives him just enough time to stop at the corner store for a coffee and the daily newspaper. He's been following this same schedule for two years, ever since he moved into his own apartment. It's barely a variation from the schedule he had when he lived with his sister.
Which is why, on a dreary Thursday morning, when the hot water in his apartment goes out, Derek is thrown for a loop. He calls the super and anxiously looks at his watch as the phone rings and rings. When the guy finally answers, he immediately puts Derek on hold, and Derek only just manages to catch the look of horror on his own face in the bathroom mirror. By the time Derek actually talks to his super and gets a reassurance that the man will be there sometime today, Derek is officially seven minutes late.
Seven minutes is apparently just enough time to throw off his entire schedule.
The corner store where he usually stops is equidistant between his apartment and his place of work. It has good prices and decent coffee and an extensive array of newspapers and magazines. Derek loves it. But now he's seven minutes late with, and he glances at his watch for the sixth time, absolutely no time to stop.
He heaves a heavy sigh before nodding at a confused looking Isaac through the window of the shop and heads uptown towards his office.
By mid-morning Derek is a disaster. Erica has already called him a raging asshole and has threatened to quit twice. Boyd won't even talk to him. Laura is just laughing, silent behind the glass walls of her office. Since Derek absolutely cannot lose Erica at all, he finishes up a bout of paper work and then heads back down to the street in front of the office.
The food carts that dot the street have never really appealed to Derek, but he feels like this might be his last resort for a caffeine fix. The coffee cart is four people deep, so Derek parks himself in line and looks around. It doesn't take long before he finally orders his coffee, the first sip of which is absolutely awful. But it's hot and caffeinated which is exactly what he needs.
He figures he's had enough time now to let Erica cool off a little, so he makes his way back towards his building. He passes bike messengers and food carts and drops his change from his coffee into a busker's open violin case. He's about to start up the stairs to his building when a newspaper stand catches his eye. He thinks about all of the news he's probably missed by not reading the paper this morning, the crossword he would have had finished by now, and the sports pages he would have passed on to Boyd, and decides to swing by the stand.
The local paper isn't hard to find, in a large pile next to other dailies. He grabs one, tucks it under the arm holding his coffee and looks up to hand the employee his money.
His heart catches in his throat. The man reaching out for the bill in Derek's hand is like nothing he's ever seen before. Derek can feel his mouth go dry and a hot flush crawls across his skin and all he can do is stare as he's handed his change.
The man in front of him is some kind of beautiful; big brown eyes that are full of mirth and mischief, red lips that are begging to be kissed, tousled hair that makes Derek's palm itch with the want to run his hand through it.
Derek's throat clicks as he takes his change and there's a buzzing in his ears that's muffling the words the young man is saying. He just nods instead and turns away without a word, the other man's face imprinted on his brain like a brand.
He spends the rest of the day in a haze, absentmindedly sipping his now cold coffee. He's passed off the entire paper to Boyd who'd just given him a blank look.
The next day, Derek wakes up at his usual time, goes for his normal jog, showers, and leaves his apartment with plenty of time to spare.
He has no explanation for why he walks completely by his corner store and instead continues on his way to the office. The coffee cart is there and no one is in line, so Derek orders for everyone in the office. It only takes a few minutes to take them all upstairs and leave them on Boyd, Erica, and Laura's desks and then he's throwing the empty cup carousel into the recycle. He leaves a note on Erica's desk, tucked underneath a pastry he bought her downstairs, tells her he's sorry for the way he acted and to please not leave.
His next stop is back downstairs. He tries to be cool as he makes his way to the newsstand and even though his face is blank and his body loose, his hands are sweating and his eyes keep flicking across the sidewalk.
Finally, Derek is at the stand, but he doesn't look up until he's run his hands over at least five of the different newspapers.
"Morning."
Derek's hand pauses over one of the tabloids, hovers over claims of cheating among the Hollywood elite. There's absolutely no way the man behind the stand is talking to him. But still, Derek has to know. He finally looks up, after what was probably too much time for it not to be awkward.
The young man is grinning, smile wide and inviting, and Derek feels something lurch in his chest.
"Morning?" the guy says again, grin faltering.
"Mor - Morning," Derek answers, having to clear his throat halfway through.
"Looking for anything in particular?" the man asks. "We've got local papers, not so local papers, foreign papers. Anything you want."
You, Derek thinks.
"Or I have magazines. Men's magazines, women's magazines, non-gender specific magazines. Name it, I probably have it."
"Um," is Derek's eloquent response.
His heart is fluttering in his chest and his brows furrow in frustration.
You're handsome.
I want you.
Have dinner with me?
Derek watches in horror as the man's eyebrows raise higher with every second of silence from Derek. "Dude...are you okay?"
Derek finally snaps out of it, shaking his head a little before finally picking up a paper, not even reading which one he's grabbed. "Just this," he says, handing the guy a five dollar bill. "Keep the change." The grin the kid flashes at him as he nods his head will stay with Derek for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow, Derek will learn his name.
8tracks
BOYD X ERICA
HAPPILY EVER AFTER AU
Fanmix = 20 points
haven't told her | plain white t's
well, i've been holding back so much i'm in reverse
and buying her that drugstore diamond made it worse
like the silver on her skin stood for something; a promise
birds of a feather | the civil wars
all the king's horses
and all of his men
couldn't tear us apart
you're the one that i want (cover) | angus and julia stone
if you're filled
with affection
you're to shy to convey
better take my direction
feel your way
beside you | marianas trench
if your heart wears thin i will hold you up
and i will hide you when it gets too much
i'll be right beside you
you picked me | a fine frenzy
the two of us a perfect fit
you're all mine, all mine
and all i can say
is you blow me away
in our bedroom after the war | stars
listen! the birds sing! listen! the bells ring!
all the living are dead, and the dead are all living
the war is over and we are beginning...
i will follow you into the dark (cover)| jayme dee
if there's no one beside you
when your soul embarks
then i'll follow you into the dark
we found love (cover) | ingrid michaelson
yellow diamonds in the light
now we’re standing side by side
as your shadow crosses mine
POINTS:
POST-NOGITSUNE AU SCOTT X STILES
PICSPAM = 5 POINTS
FANFIC AT 1,236 WORDS = 48 POINTS
COFFEE SHOP HIPSTER AU DEREK X STILES X SCOTT
TUMBLR GRAPHIC = 5 POINTS
SHORT DESCRIPTION AT 102 WORDS = 4 POINTS
ACTOR AU DEREK X STILES
PICSPAM = 5 POINTS
SHORT DESCRIPTION AT 133 WORDS = 4 POINTS
NEWSTAND AU DEREK X STILES
TUMBLR GRAPHIC = 5 POINTS
FANFICTION AT 1,150 WORDS = 46 POINTS
ALIVE AU BOYD X ERICA
FANMIX = 20 POINTS
TOTAL = 142 POINTS
SCOTT X STILES
POST-NOGITSUNE AU
Picspam = 5 pts
Fanfiction = 48 pts
based on this and this
crooked jaws and curly fries; scott x stiles
It's starts after they've dealt with the Nogitsune. Stiles still can't sleep through a full night and he spends the time he does sleep with his dad or Lydia or Scott in his bed. He'd feel like a child if he didn't feel so comforted. The one thing that does return to normal, however, is Stiles' appetite. When he wakes up in the hospital that first night, the only things he asks for are his dad, Scott, and a 20 piece chicken nugget meal and some curly fries.
Scott, like the best friend he is, already has them waiting in his back pack, pulling them out with a 20 oz. of root beer to wash them down. Stiles beams at him and for a second or two it's back to old times.
Things don't go back to normal after that. They'll never go back to normal, but Stiles tries to make it as close as possible. He goes back to school and pulls his grades back up. Scott and Stiles and Lydia, the whole pack really, dedicates Wednesday afternoons and Sundays for studying calculus and literature and the Argent bestiary.
Scott starts taking Stiles to dinner after every Sunday study session. Isaac has a job at the library and Lydia, Allison, and Kira usually go off to one of the girls houses to spend time together and neither Scott nor Stiles really knows what the twins or Derek do after they've parted ways. So Scott takes the time to spend a little more time with Stiles. Even though they see each other at school every day and video chat in the evenings, these Sunday dinners are times when Stiles can say the things he can't say in front of the others.
He'd compared it to Confession at one point, had laughed and said that Scott would make a terrible priest. Scott had laughed too, but had sobered quickly, reassuring Stiles that he could tell him anything and Scott would never say a word.
Scott takes him to fast food restaurants, sit down restaurants, food carts, food courts, makes him dinner sometimes. But most of the time he takes Stiles to a little diner almost out of town and buys him chicken nuggets, curly fries, and a root beer. Stiles had tried to pay the first few times, but he finally understood that Scott needed to do this as much as Stiles needed to talk to him.
These dinners last a few hours, the two of them nursing chocolate milkshakes when they're done with their food. After a few months, Stiles talks less about his guilt and more about video games he's been playing or the Youtube video he watched the day before. Scott starts talking more about how to permanently establish the pack and how the latest book for literature was such a snore.
But still, Scott takes him for nuggets and curly fries.
Some days he even surprises Stiles, sneaking grease stained paper bags into the school in his back pack. They share nuggets under the bleachers at the lacrosse field, and laugh at Finstock as he coaches the Freshmen gym class. Scott bumps Stiles' shoulder and smiles, wide and crooked and totally happy and Stiles' stomach twists with a foreign feeling.
They miss a Sunday dinner two months after graduation. Even without study sessions, the whole pack still gets together and Scott still takes Stiles out to eat after. But they've missed this week because they were dealing with trolls of all things.
But the trolls are gone and a peace treaty has been arranged, so Scott shows up at Stiles' house with two bags packed to the brims with food, two extra large root beers, and a milkshake to share between them. He doesn't knock, just makes his way inside, toeing off his shoes in the entryway after kicking the door shut.
He makes as much noise as possible coming up the stairs because he knows Stiles still gets a little jumpy. "It's just me!" he yells up the stairs as he takes them two at a time. He finds Stiles on his bed, hair messy and still in his pajamas. There's a controller hanging out of one hand and a grin on his face as he waits for Scott to set the food down.
"Dude, you brought me food!" Stiles exclaims, saving his game and powering off the console.
"Yeah," Scott breathes out, setting the drinks on Stiles' desk before throwing himself on the bed. "Figured since we missed out Sunday date, we could catch up now. And then I'm totally going to kick your ass in Call of Duty, so you better enjoy it while you can." Scott laughs when he's done, pulling food out of the bags and setting it in front of Stiles.
Stiles who isn't talking and is just staring at Scott, mouth slightly open and a faint blush blotching his cheek.
"What?" Scott asks before shoving a fry into his mouth. "I'm totally gonna kick your butt."
"Da - Date?" Stiles stutters, absent mindedly opening his bag of fries. He doesn't even look down as he starts shoveling them into his mouth.
A blush of his own shows up high on Scott's cheeks and he drops his gaze to the bedspread between. "Well..."
"Oh my god, I'm such an idiot!" Stiles yells. "Those were totally dates. You've been...you've been wooing me with chicken nuggets!!"
Scott laughs at this, at his friend who isn't shying away from him. Stiles who isn't turned off by the idea of his best friend being in love with him. Stiles who is still talking about wooing and chicken nuggets and the allure of crooked jaws and curly fries.
Scott stares at Stiles, at the way his hand is waving around his head, curly fry wrapped around one finger. Stares at the way Stiles' eyes are shining bright with happiness and a hint of fear. Stares at the way Stiles' mouth moves between words and sips of root beer and only stops when he puts another curly fry in it.
There's no question as to why or how Scott fell in love with him. After everything they went through, every moment they've shared, from happy to sad to scary and everything in between, it's always been Scott and Stiles.
Scott starts to chuckle, softly and under his breath, as Stiles' rant slowly comes to an end. He watches as Stiles' stash of fries dwindles, wordlessly pushing his own bag towards his friend. Stiles grabs a handful, pops more than he needs into his mouth and turns to Scott expectantly.
Scott keeps his eyes open when he kisses Stiles, soft and sudden, because he knows that Stiles' eyes will be wide with surprise, golden and wonderful, before slowly sliding shut in content. There's a fry sticking out of the side of Stiles' mouth and he tastes salty, but Scott can't help that it's the most perfect thing he's ever tasted.
When Scott finally pulls away, Stiles' eyes are still closed, but his jaw is slowly moving as he chews the last of his fries. Stiles licks his lips, pulling in the fry that was hanging out of his mouth and Scott finally pulls in a shuddery breath.
Stiles' eyes blink open after a few more seconds and he takes a hard swallow. "So," he says, and his grin is lopsided. "Call of Duty or Halo?"
DEREK X STILES X SCOTT
COFFEE SHOP/HIPSTER AU
Tumblr graphic = 5 pts
Short Description = 4 pts
Derek and his sister inherit a chain of coffee shops in the Pacific Northwest after his parents die. He doesn't really want to have a hand in the running of the business so he lets Laura and Cora handle everything. But he does like to keep up to date with the Beacon Hills branch of Hale Coffee. Because it's in his home town and he likes the coffee better this far south. And not at all because of the handsome barista with the crooked jaw and his friend with the whiskey colored eyes. Absolutely not because of those two. Not at all.
DEREK X STILES
MOVIE STAR AU
Picspam = 5 pts
Short Description = 4 pts
Stiles is a former child actor who is attempting to make it in more serious films and break out of the Disney mold. Derek is an up and comer who keeps getting type cast as the brooding jock because of his looks. When they are both hired for a new film, it's Derek who becomes the golden boy on set and in the press. Stiles would be jealous but he's totally in love with Derek in a way that could totally jeopardize the film if things fell apart. Little does Stiles know that Derek is just as in love with him. The cameras catch every look the two miss and message boards are blowing up with rumors and theories. The only ones who can't seem to figure it out are Stiles and Derek.
DEREK X STILES
NEWSSTAND AU
Tumblr graphic = 5 pts
Fanfic = 46 pts
newsstand au derek x stiles
Derek has a schedule. He wakes up, goes for a jog in the park, showers, and he's out the door by 7:45 am which gives him just enough time to stop at the corner store for a coffee and the daily newspaper. He's been following this same schedule for two years, ever since he moved into his own apartment. It's barely a variation from the schedule he had when he lived with his sister.
Which is why, on a dreary Thursday morning, when the hot water in his apartment goes out, Derek is thrown for a loop. He calls the super and anxiously looks at his watch as the phone rings and rings. When the guy finally answers, he immediately puts Derek on hold, and Derek only just manages to catch the look of horror on his own face in the bathroom mirror. By the time Derek actually talks to his super and gets a reassurance that the man will be there sometime today, Derek is officially seven minutes late.
Seven minutes is apparently just enough time to throw off his entire schedule.
The corner store where he usually stops is equidistant between his apartment and his place of work. It has good prices and decent coffee and an extensive array of newspapers and magazines. Derek loves it. But now he's seven minutes late with, and he glances at his watch for the sixth time, absolutely no time to stop.
He heaves a heavy sigh before nodding at a confused looking Isaac through the window of the shop and heads uptown towards his office.
By mid-morning Derek is a disaster. Erica has already called him a raging asshole and has threatened to quit twice. Boyd won't even talk to him. Laura is just laughing, silent behind the glass walls of her office. Since Derek absolutely cannot lose Erica at all, he finishes up a bout of paper work and then heads back down to the street in front of the office.
The food carts that dot the street have never really appealed to Derek, but he feels like this might be his last resort for a caffeine fix. The coffee cart is four people deep, so Derek parks himself in line and looks around. It doesn't take long before he finally orders his coffee, the first sip of which is absolutely awful. But it's hot and caffeinated which is exactly what he needs.
He figures he's had enough time now to let Erica cool off a little, so he makes his way back towards his building. He passes bike messengers and food carts and drops his change from his coffee into a busker's open violin case. He's about to start up the stairs to his building when a newspaper stand catches his eye. He thinks about all of the news he's probably missed by not reading the paper this morning, the crossword he would have had finished by now, and the sports pages he would have passed on to Boyd, and decides to swing by the stand.
The local paper isn't hard to find, in a large pile next to other dailies. He grabs one, tucks it under the arm holding his coffee and looks up to hand the employee his money.
His heart catches in his throat. The man reaching out for the bill in Derek's hand is like nothing he's ever seen before. Derek can feel his mouth go dry and a hot flush crawls across his skin and all he can do is stare as he's handed his change.
The man in front of him is some kind of beautiful; big brown eyes that are full of mirth and mischief, red lips that are begging to be kissed, tousled hair that makes Derek's palm itch with the want to run his hand through it.
Derek's throat clicks as he takes his change and there's a buzzing in his ears that's muffling the words the young man is saying. He just nods instead and turns away without a word, the other man's face imprinted on his brain like a brand.
He spends the rest of the day in a haze, absentmindedly sipping his now cold coffee. He's passed off the entire paper to Boyd who'd just given him a blank look.
The next day, Derek wakes up at his usual time, goes for his normal jog, showers, and leaves his apartment with plenty of time to spare.
He has no explanation for why he walks completely by his corner store and instead continues on his way to the office. The coffee cart is there and no one is in line, so Derek orders for everyone in the office. It only takes a few minutes to take them all upstairs and leave them on Boyd, Erica, and Laura's desks and then he's throwing the empty cup carousel into the recycle. He leaves a note on Erica's desk, tucked underneath a pastry he bought her downstairs, tells her he's sorry for the way he acted and to please not leave.
His next stop is back downstairs. He tries to be cool as he makes his way to the newsstand and even though his face is blank and his body loose, his hands are sweating and his eyes keep flicking across the sidewalk.
Finally, Derek is at the stand, but he doesn't look up until he's run his hands over at least five of the different newspapers.
"Morning."
Derek's hand pauses over one of the tabloids, hovers over claims of cheating among the Hollywood elite. There's absolutely no way the man behind the stand is talking to him. But still, Derek has to know. He finally looks up, after what was probably too much time for it not to be awkward.
The young man is grinning, smile wide and inviting, and Derek feels something lurch in his chest.
"Morning?" the guy says again, grin faltering.
"Mor - Morning," Derek answers, having to clear his throat halfway through.
"Looking for anything in particular?" the man asks. "We've got local papers, not so local papers, foreign papers. Anything you want."
You, Derek thinks.
"Or I have magazines. Men's magazines, women's magazines, non-gender specific magazines. Name it, I probably have it."
"Um," is Derek's eloquent response.
His heart is fluttering in his chest and his brows furrow in frustration.
You're handsome.
I want you.
Have dinner with me?
Derek watches in horror as the man's eyebrows raise higher with every second of silence from Derek. "Dude...are you okay?"
Derek finally snaps out of it, shaking his head a little before finally picking up a paper, not even reading which one he's grabbed. "Just this," he says, handing the guy a five dollar bill. "Keep the change." The grin the kid flashes at him as he nods his head will stay with Derek for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow, Derek will learn his name.
8tracks
BOYD X ERICA
HAPPILY EVER AFTER AU
Fanmix = 20 points
haven't told her | plain white t's
well, i've been holding back so much i'm in reverse
and buying her that drugstore diamond made it worse
like the silver on her skin stood for something; a promise
birds of a feather | the civil wars
all the king's horses
and all of his men
couldn't tear us apart
you're the one that i want (cover) | angus and julia stone
if you're filled
with affection
you're to shy to convey
better take my direction
feel your way
beside you | marianas trench
if your heart wears thin i will hold you up
and i will hide you when it gets too much
i'll be right beside you
you picked me | a fine frenzy
the two of us a perfect fit
you're all mine, all mine
and all i can say
is you blow me away
in our bedroom after the war | stars
listen! the birds sing! listen! the bells ring!
all the living are dead, and the dead are all living
the war is over and we are beginning...
i will follow you into the dark (cover)| jayme dee
if there's no one beside you
when your soul embarks
then i'll follow you into the dark
we found love (cover) | ingrid michaelson
yellow diamonds in the light
now we’re standing side by side
as your shadow crosses mine
POINTS:
POST-NOGITSUNE AU SCOTT X STILES
PICSPAM = 5 POINTS
FANFIC AT 1,236 WORDS = 48 POINTS
COFFEE SHOP HIPSTER AU DEREK X STILES X SCOTT
TUMBLR GRAPHIC = 5 POINTS
SHORT DESCRIPTION AT 102 WORDS = 4 POINTS
ACTOR AU DEREK X STILES
PICSPAM = 5 POINTS
SHORT DESCRIPTION AT 133 WORDS = 4 POINTS
NEWSTAND AU DEREK X STILES
TUMBLR GRAPHIC = 5 POINTS
FANFICTION AT 1,150 WORDS = 46 POINTS
ALIVE AU BOYD X ERICA
FANMIX = 20 POINTS
TOTAL = 142 POINTS