Second try after Tumblr decided to give me a blank page in the middle of doing this post again <.<…
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My words were: odd, new, guess/ed, tired, rub, sigh
odd: (P&S, P.I., Case 2 (Case 1 being “Come Back with me” on AO3), HP-TW-Crossover, Steter, Snarry, 1st draft)
- this is actually the only instance of “odd” I could find in my WIPs! I guess I’m more used to using ‘weird’ instead <.<…
Netflix and food. He snorted slightly at the intonation of ‘Netflix and chill’ in his evening plans especially since the thought about Peter wanting to Netflix and chill with him still was not only odd but highly unlikely - not to mention his own preferences being as they were. But he would see, what the night would bring.
A few minutes later they brought the ringing doorbell and Peter standing outside, paper bag that smelled heavenly like food in hand.
Stiles had opened the door for him but couldn’t help eying the man slightly irritated.
“…I still don’t know why you’re here and what you did with the real Peter Hale, but do come in. Curly fries are almost as good as a key to this house,” he said slightly sarcastically, stepping aside to let Peter in, waving him in the direction of the TV.
new: (Sorry, not Sorry, TW, Steter, 1st draft)
“So your whole family are werewolves?” Stiles of course had more questions and Talia started to answer some of them while Peter let his teeth and claws vanish and stepped back behind Talia. It was interesting to see how Stiles reacted to the new informations. He certainly didn’t react the way Talia and he had thought. He was more earnest, more curious but still serious. He absorbed the knowledge like a sponge and promised not to tell anyone. Not that they could really keep him from telling anyone. They would have needed an emissary for that and since Deaton’s failure to keep their wards stable and their house safe Talia hadn’t trusted other emissaries anymore. Not that he could blame her. So by now they contracted different magic users to do work for them until Talia one day would find an emissary she trusted.
Not exactly the choice Peter would have made but Talia was the alpha and he had voiced his concerns. If she decided to ignore them, the only thing he could do was prepare for an eventual emergency.
guess/ed: (Blue Moon, TW, Steter, 1st draft)
But instead of the accusing or provoking words he anticipated, or even a biting answer to his neutral tone, Peter lifted the flower bouquet up and held it towards him.
“I’m sorry.”
Stiles stared at him, completely baffled.
“You… what?”
“I said I’m sorry, Stiles,” Peter repeated quietly, his face neutral, unreadable mask.
Stiles still didn’t understand. Not after how the day before had ended.
He shook his head lightly and looked back to Peter.
“…that’s… nice to hear, I guess, but you can’t just- you know, no. You can’t just appear here after making me feel like a complete idiot and just tell me you’re sorry and expect everything to be alright again. I’m no puppet that you can just take out if you want to play with it, Peter!”
Stiles shook his head again, crossing his arms in front of his chest, not only to show Peter the cold shoulder but also to keep himself from reaching for the beautiful flowers.
“I want an explanation. And then you can tell me what exactly you are sorry for. And if I believe your apology this time then, maybe, we can be friends. But anything else is off the table for the foreseeable future, do you understand?”
“Alright.”
tired: (Blue Moon, TW, Steter, 1st draft)
When he opened the café in the evening, he didn’t really feel awake at all.
That was one of the reasons he hated his sleeping droughts. He needed way longer to feel awake after waking from a drought-induced sleep. But at least he’d gotten around seven hours of sleep even though that meant he was only awake for about two hours by now. He just was glad that he hadn’t gotten one of his grocery deliveries for the shop today. Being tired didn’t help with inspecting the ingredients for their freshness and quality.
rub(bed): (Living, Learning, Loving, Shadowhunters, Malec, 1st draft)
“I can hear that. You’re completely gone, aren’t you, Meg?” Her voice had gotten softer, warmer and Magnus had to smile. He knew his friends had endured a lot for him and his crushes, but with Alexander it felt different. It felt like more.
“A bit maybe… strike that, I’m head over heels,” he admitted with a slightly breathless laugh as he rubbed his hand over his face. “And he’s completely human, Cat. He’s the most precious man I’ve ever met and he is a damn human. You know that I don’t care for race or anything, but-“
“But he will be gone someday?”
“Yes…”
There was silence on the other end of the line and this time it was Magnus who sighed.
sigh(ing): (Sorry, not Sorry, TW, Steter, 1st draft)
“Well that might not be far from it,” Professor Hale finally said, sighing and folding her hands on the desk before her.
“Mr. Stilinski… Stiles” Stiles swallowed as she changed to his first name. “Please, tell me what you have told Peter about the night of the fire. I want the whole story. Even the bits you left out with him.”
Stiles couldn’t help the slight flinch at her words though he already shook his head.
“I didn’t leave out anything. At least I don’t think I did. I ran away from home and into the woods. Suddenly there was a light, a glow in the distance and I walked towards it because I’m a curious busybody. I saw the fire through the trees and heard screaming. And I saw someone trying to get out of the open door, but they… couldn’t. I wanted to help and heard someone shouting something about a line of ash. I could see the line, so I got closer, scattered part of the line and when people started coming out of the house I ran home because I wanted to get my father to help.”
He shrugged and waved his hand vaguely in one direction.
“That’s all. Nothing else. I just wanted to help and If you say I did by kicking some ash - however that worked - I’m glad.”
Conclusion of the day: My characters definitely nod too often 😂😂😂 I at least found a lot of "nodded" instead of "odd"...
Soo, new words for everyone!
New words are: careful, intense, low, before, caress
And I'm gonna low pressure tag anyone who wants to and
@midmorning-bomb
@aurevell
@perkynurples
@penny-anna
@bunnywest
@rebakitt3n