7 Works in E is for Epic
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Stiles doesn't want to admit it, but his dad is right—he's trying to pack way too many minimum-wage hours into the five-week break before the new semester starts. But what else is a screwed over college student with a budget tighter than his worn-out skinny jeans supposed to do?
At least he's found some nice, distracting eye-candy to keep his mind off of his problems.
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Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch.
So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it?
Derek needs a partner for his rut.
What a coincidence.
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Derek shot his hand out and grabbed Stiles’ wrist. “Stiles, stop,” he snapped. He could see someone that he recognized as one of Stiles’ neighbors curled up on the ground in front of the mailboxes. The neighbor’s heartbeat was rabbiting out of control and the smell of blood was coming from him.
"Derek, what -" Stiles turned to look into the lobby and froze. "Oh my god. Tyler!" Stiles darted off towards his neighbor. "What happened?! Fuck. Derek call an ambulance!" Stiles stood there staring, blood everywhere on the floor around his neighbor.
“Stiles, don’t touch him,” Derek barked. “He smells sick and you don’t know if it could be contagious.”
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- Part 1 of Zombie Verse
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every touch brings me closer to loving you by DenaCeleste for Twisted_Mind
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
20 Dec 2015
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Chris has been Stiles' mentor in various martial arts for the last few years. In that time, Stiles developed a bit of a crush. Strike that, he's head over heels in love. And now Chris knows. It's the end of the world. Right?
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With nowhere to go and no monsters du jour to fight, Derek and Stiles get to take their time and enjoy one another in the most delicious of ways.
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- Part 1 of Home At The Edge Of The World
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Derek gets in contact with an old hook-up to help Stiles fulfill a fantasy.
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- Part 3 of Sterek: PWP
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Stiles wiggled a bit to adjust the fit of his skinny jeans and winced slightly. There was a fine line between paint and pants and he was pretty sure that line had frowned at him in disapproval two sizes back. He popped a few breath mints and resisted the urge to run nervous hands through his hair lest he ruin all of Lydia's hard work. Stiles took a deep breath, sent up a prayer, and stepped into line at Howl, the most underground of underground nightclubs that Beacon Hills had to offer.
Not that Beacon Hills had any other underground nightclubs but still, Stiles was there, ready to unleash his inner beast and walk on the wild side.
Jazz hands.