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Crystal Reed + Dylan O’Brien  

He’s so funny and talented.”

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drop everything now
meet me in the pouring rain
kiss me on the sidewalk
take away the pain 

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile.

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Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he’s been given. A gift that he didn’t necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking.
Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek’s gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.

Love Don’t Die by Finduilas

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Prompt - Derek and Stiles are out on a date and Derek accidentally refers to Stiles as his hooker, instead of boyfriend.


There are SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS this could play out, though. Off the top of my head:


“You,” Stiles hisses, prodding Derek in the stomach viciously enough to make him double over in pain, “are so going to suck my cock six thousand fucking ways from Sunday to make up for this.”


“Derek?” Stiles calls out. “That dude left. You can come out from under the table now.”

“I’m sorry,” comes Derek’s muffled reply. “I’m so sorry, I have no idea what— I didn’t mean to—”


Derek turns an exceptional shade of beet red after his slip of the tongue, but: “Yup, he, like, totally picked me up from a street corner and everything,” Stiles says without even batting an eye, “and then we just kind of fell in love. It was all very Pretty Woman. Any other questions?”


“Boyfriend, I meant boyfriend, okay?” Derek says frantically. “I meant to say boyfriend, I didn’t—”

Stiles is still staring at him.

“Please say something,” Derek says.

“I’m trying to process the fact that you just called me your boyfriend for the first time,” Stiles says slowly. “Like, twenty times. In rapid succession.”

Derek stares at him.


The woman laughs disbelievingly. “Surely you’re—”

Champagne sloshes over the rim of Stiles’ glass when he sets it down, hard. “Excuse me?” he says in a sharp voice. “Wait, no, seriously, come again? Are you trying to imply that this mouth doesn’t look like it was made for sucking cock? Because—”

“Oh my God,” Derek says, and pulls Stiles away from the table.

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[whispers] bros share clothes

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You are one of a kind, Tyler Posey. (x)

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hair is so weird… it’s just lines. and sometimes the lines look good and sometimes the lines look bad… how

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