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Pairings: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
Summary: In Stiles' defence, he had no idea people in Beacon Hills gave a shit about him.
In Derek's defence, he had no idea a human could hold so much power of the people in Bea...
'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, white-scape moments...'
"White-scape dreams quotes..."
POVs
""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""
Warning: Alternative POVs decision
Tuesday 15th, September, 2015
Five PM
Author's Note:
Recently I've been getting a lot of crap from AO3, writers and readers alike.
I just, I'm so immensely grateful for all the lovely feedback, and for all of you following me to Wattpad.
It's been heartbreaking, and two writers in particular, have harshly upset me, and it hurts; because I really thought AO3 was a cool platform, for artists, but in reality they were just mocking me for my work. It's ridiculous.
So this is a BIG SHOUT OUT >>
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY STORIES, TO ALL OF YOU, YOU HAVE MY HONEST, GRATEFUL BEST WISHES!!! THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT GUYS/GALS!!!
Stiles yawned rubbed his eyes sleepily, deciding to actually pause in the intense read-up of Behavioral Sociology and Society.
Standing he walked towards where Cora Hale, was serving a customer an elaborate unnecessary complicated coffee drink, with way to many flavors going by the grimace she desperately tried to stifle.
"Hey", he greeted, "You okay?" he asked softly.
Cora scrunched her nose-adorably-and pouted up at him.
"God No!" she shuddered, "What happened to old fashioned coffee orders Stiles?" she whined.
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"Cora", he chuckled amused.
"It's true", she pouted, "For crying out loud, I just finished making a Pumpkin spiced Cinnamon with a spot of Ginger-Latte-one part skimmed non-fat milk, three parts steamed filter coffee added", she shuddered.
Stiles raised a brow, "Oh My God, what the hell was that?!" he asked completely bemused.
"Dude", she stressed, "I don't know", she whined again, "I-this is a coffee shop-cum-diner during the day and a resto-bar as soon as the clock strikes seven", she explained, "The complicated drink orders Derek and Peter handle, well, when Derek is around. But ever since Peter fired that girl-whatever her name was, even if she was rude, she still knew how to make a cup of coffee", she sighed, "We so need some help, but none of us want to actually go through the whole vetting process", she slumped over the counter.
