city of lean

During his move to Washington, DC, Stiles made a number of realizations about life, the most prominent of which was that it was amazing what kind of hobbies a guy could pick up when his days weren’t packed full of running for his life from various supernatural horrors. Like trivia nights, for example. Stiles had a regular team and the entire bar groaned when they walked in because they knew they were about to get creamed.

Or the tabletop gaming club he joined, where everyone was just as competitive as he was, and punches had been thrown on more than one occasion.

Or like, Stiles jogged now.

Through the National Mall.

Like Captain America or some shit.

And with these hobbies came a sort of routine, and though most were on hold during the summer when his trivia team and gaming rivals were back home, the running stuck. It was calming and got his mind off things, gave him a chance to think about any papers he had to write, or de-stress about his FBI internship when it got a little hectic.

It was a good routine.

So every Saturday morning, Stiles got up a little earlier so he could get in his longer route, and left his dorm for his jog through the National Mall. On Saturdays, he took the path that went through the war memorials, down into West Potomac Park, and over to the Jefferson Memorial. It was his favorite place to take a breather because that early in the morning, there were rarely any tourists, and other joggers left him alone. It was nice and private, with a great view of the city across the water.

Stiles leaned back against the front steps and glanced around him casually, making sure there was no one too close before pulling out his little burner flip phone.

He had an old school drug dealer flip phone. His dad would be so proud.

There was only one number the phone ever called, so there was no need to save it under a name.

He waited for a few minutes, biding his time until the clock hit 7:15am, and then he called that number.

On the third ring, Derek picked up.

“Morning, sunshine!” Stiles greeted, already wide awake from his jog. Derek grunted back. He must’ve had a late night at the bar. “Any leads?”

Derek yawned loudly. “Still no werewolves with triskele tattoos, still wanted for murder.”

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“Where to?” Mal asked.

Back here, a whole campus away from the front lawn, the sounds of the party were already dimming and softening as they lost their reach by the time they washed over the pair.

“…Somewhere far, so far we can’t see the city lights,” Evie answered, leaning forward and resting her chin on Mal’s shoulder.

“…A girl after my own heart.”
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Falling Up

Characters - Steve x Reader, Eventual Bucky x Reader

Word Count - 1815

Warnings - Heavy makeout sesh

AU - Prof!Bucky

Song - Falling Up by Mike Dupree ft. Maddi Jane

A/N - This story is a tiny bit of a slow burn in a sense. Don’t get me wrong though, there’s a lot of drama! There are a few twists and turns…one part will be written in first person but it’ll pay off if you stick with it, promise. Trust me. This is a rewrite of a story I posted on my old SPN blog a while back so those of you that know me from there will recognize it.

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You glanced at the clock on your desk, the sleek silver hands telling you that it was ten-thirty at night. You’d been sitting at your desk for so long that you didn’t even realize it’d gotten dark in the first place. Clenching your jaw, you took a deep breath and continued to tap away at your keyboard. The image of the other buildings and the night sky, all now obvious in the reflection of your computer screen. Letting it all be a new constant reminder that you were there much longer than you needed to be, but this was nothing out of the ordinary.

You silently cursed yourself for ever pursuing a career as a lawyer, even more so for joining one of the largest and hardest working firms in the country; Stark & Rogers, LLC. If that wasn’t enough stress weighing down on you, there was always the added pressure of the potential promotion that you were fighting against four other attorneys for. To make matters even worse, you had one of the owners constantly in the building because he liked to be more “hands on" with his work.

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