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Hello
It’s ME!
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M.S.
Hello
It’s ME!
RAIN
K - combo
...
We don’t exist. And we are already forgotten.
Alec
Shadowhunters Appreciation Weeks:
Week 13: Objects Season 1, per episode
Dark
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Derek stares. First there was the smell of the cookies themselves, the spices in them, and Derek’s pre-existing sweet tooth is enough to make him want to sit up with his ears at attention, tail wagging. Then there are Stiles’ hands and his fingers. Okay. Derek can handle that. He’s just sneaking looks. A lot of looks. But what was with the licking? His phone slips out of his hand and hits the table with a thump. “I uh … I gotta go.” “What?” Stiles asks, around the finger in his mouth. Derek doesn’t blink. He might have forgotten how. “Oh, God.” He licks his lips, trying to remember how to use words. “Away. I have to.” He shoves his chair back and stands, very nearly tripping because he’s paying attention to nothing but Stiles. “Being not here. Yeah.” He trips his way around the table towards the kitchen door because he can’t stop staring. Behind him, he hears Cora laughing hysterically and Stiles saying, “What’s with him?” There’s a quiet murmur that he can’t make out, and then Stiles, “Whoa, really?” and then Derek slams the door behind him because he definitely doesn’t want to know where that conversation is going to go next. He’s intensely glad for the soundproofed bedrooms because it’s possible that he’s never been so hard in his entire life. It’s not like jerking off is normally a leisurely experience for him anyway, but this session is a lot quicker than most. He lies there for a few minutes afterwards, boneless and half-terrified of going back downstairs. Then he realizes that he just left Stiles alone with his sisters, and that’s even more terrifying, so he cleans himself up, zips himself up, and heads back down to the kitchen. (x)
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See, the thing is, this whole predestined mates gig? This Berry doesn’t dig. But not enough to not read a fic if there are chances it’ll be fun.
Alec: Really Magnus?
Alec Lightwood:
Handsome
Smile
Eyes
Runes
Hair
Arm
Bow and Arrow
The Leather Jacket
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