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So far, college has taught Stiles three things:
1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.
2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.
3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.
Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.
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17 Dec 2025
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Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.
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Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...
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24 Sep 2025
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“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…
“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“
“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”
“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.
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23 Sep 2025
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Lifting Eden by lalalalines for TheBookNurse
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
16 Dec 2023
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Martial artist and planetarium tour guide Anthony J. Crowley stresses about everything like a true champion, has multiple anxious but lush plants, and probably needs someone to hug him.
Professor Aziraphale Fell is fighting book banners at his faculty, and takes his frustrations out on lifting heavy weights with extreme prejudice.
Both their hobbies share a building, but they've never met. Not until the showers at Crowley's club stop working, and he needs to climb upstairs to use the ones at the gym...
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Transition by Twilightcitysky
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
10 Jul 2021
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After he’d Fallen, he’d fetched up against the bare earth on the basement level (no office space yet, but it wasn’t all boiling sulfur so the others were using words like “potential” and “good bones” before you could say “eternally damned”), hair singed, surrounded by the smell of burning feathers. He remembered realizing he couldn’t breathe- his body had still been shocked and still- before he even really knew what breathing was. He’d panicked, not knowing what this thing was that his body seemed to need so desperately, only knowing that he did need it, he needed it now, but he couldn’t get it, and that was unbearable.
This was like that. The angel’s scent was the turning of a blank page, a painting rendered in a colour palette Crawly had never seen. And now he could never not see it, never be able to unsee the shifting and wonderful complexity of it; his life would be divided into the time before he’d smelled it, and the time after. He gave a deep shudder as he breathed him in, knowing, knowing that he would need it now, he would crave it, and he couldn’t keep it. Would probably never smell it again.