One-Hundred Ways
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He smells of dirt and warmth, more calm than before and Stiles – intoxicating warmth like a humidity-free day in the sun, cinnamon and clean Earth. It fills up the car and suddenly it feels like they’ve surpassed something, gotten over a hurdle he didn’t know was there.
OR; Saying 'I love you' gets lost in translation, so Derek simply asks “Is your seat-belt on?” instead. It suffices.
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- Part 1 of One-Hundred Ways
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On a car ride home, Derek and Stiles have a little discussion about college. Panic ensues.
OR: "I bought you a ticket."
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- Part 2 of One-Hundred Ways
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In the cold nights, Stiles thinks. Voice soft, eyes roaming down the expanse of his back. Watches the steady rise and fall of his back. When his eyes close, he thinks of what his mother told him so long ago.
OR: "I love you."
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- Part 3 of One-Hundred Ways
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“I know, I can feel it.” He lifts a hand with the IV sticking out of it to his chest and pats it twice before settling it. Derek wonders what he means, but doesn’t ask. Instead he revels in this; the calm breathing, the soft eyes and purposeful lingering glances before something else happens. If the calm before the storm is this, he’ll take it.
OR: Peter is back, Isaac is over it, Stiles is tired and Derek is just Derek.
Inspired by a gifset titled 3 Times Derek Watched Stiles Sleep and One Time Stiles Woke Up
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- Part 4 of One-Hundred Ways
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He wants the view of the lake, and maybe the town, and a hundred pillows and endless sleepy afternoons. Sinks be damned. He wants it all, right now, right here, with him.
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- Part 5 of One-Hundred Ways
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The field he lies in is not a marsh, nor a swamp, but a single cleared space. His book bag is pillowed underneath his arm, fingers tangled into the straps, his feet dug into the hard ground. There is no mud. There are no insects. There is only the remainder of the nightmare he just had that is etched into the tears that trek his cheeks, the sweat at his hairline.
“Stiles, are you okay?”
OR: "We'll figure it out."
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- Part 6 of One-Hundred Ways
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He looks up, unable to help it because this - this is something Stiles couldn’t have dreamed up himself. Derek, standing here in soft looking pajama bottoms and a faded NYU shirt that has holes in the armpits with fussy hair and no socks. Beautiful as ever and looking right at him.
OR: “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
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- Part 7 of One-Hundred Ways