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But now, every time her hand brushes Rumi’s waist in passing, she feels a thousand imaginary eyes narrow.
She starts wondering who’s screenshotting what.
She starts pulling back.
Just a little.
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27 Jun 2025
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Zoey kisses Mira in front of Rumi and Rumi can’t help but focus on how she’s been left out.
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27 Jun 2025
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Werewolves, Stiles is coming to learn, do not stop being wolfy just because they put away the fangs and fur. Being friends with almost entirely werewolves means that he's got to figure out a whole bunch of their weird new habits.
Thank God he's adaptable.
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25 May 2025
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“I can smell your stress stinking up my truck,” Theo murmurs, which Liam knows is his roundabout way of trying to tell Liam to relax. It’s a credit to how much progress he’s made with being emotional that he’s able to relay that message out loud. “Look, you don’t have to tell him this weekend if that’ll help you calm down. I’m not expecting you to make some big scene about us dating to everyone we know.”
Liam doesn’t need to listen for Theo’s heartbeat to know he’s telling the truth, but as much as he appreciates that— “Scott isn’t just someone we know,” he says, ducking down his head to stare first at his knees and then flick his eyes over in Theo’s direction in the driver’s seat, unable to lift his eyes any higher than where Theo’s pool ball keychain is swaying from the ring.
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19 May 2025
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Derek often showed up in his room—at least he used the fucking door now that he knew where the spare key was hidden—and he couldn’t escape people in general in the Jeep since they could see him through the window. His dad was home, and when he wasn’t, there was always the risk of other people showing up.
His bathroom, on the other hand? No, his bathroom was a small room with no window in the middle of the house with a lockable door and no judgement. He could sit in the bathroom for hours, and no one would question it. Was he watching porn on his phone and jerking off? Was he taking a massive dump? Did he have constipation? Was he stitching up the millionth injury of the month in private? Who knew? No one but Stiles!
The locked door at his back felt like a safety net for him sometimes. In the bathroom, he didn’t have to pretend. He didn’t have to smile and wave people’s words off, insist he was fine, laugh and act like everything was okay. In the bathroom, he was allowed to sit on the floor, his expression tight, and his body falling apart on him.
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17 May 2025