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nikki. okay, so it starts off well with a soft sound and the n gives it a little bit of a corner in the front, which is good. and then you’ve got the kk sound which is like bright bursts but that’s also where your name divides, so there’s a soft pocket in the middle there. and then you leave it with a vowel sound, the i is like a downward curve, it’s nice. ~ Claire
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How about those Dodgers?
“Dad,” Stiles hissed as he kept an eye on the Camaro parked outside his house.
“So. Dog likes kids.”
About a month after the pack had adopted Dog (well, Dog had adopted the pack, let’s be honest), Stiles found Derek and Dog at the park. He paused and blinked as he watched a bunch of five year olds not only climbing all over Dog, but also Derek. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing comes out. After some time, Dog’s head turned towards him and Dog lets out a loud bark. The kids scream in delight. Derek looked towards Stiles as well and Stiles swore the Alpha flushed a little as he pulled the kids off of him. He moved towards a nearby bench and sat, watching Stiles as he made his way over to them.
“Fucking lacrosse.”
The next day, the pack came by the Hale house again and found Dog and Derek sleeping on the couch. Dog was curled up in between Derek’s legs. Everyone took out their phones and snapped pictures as quietly as they could.
“Good Dog.”
Derek made it to his burned down house in record time. He didn’t want to be in the car with the dog anymore. No matter how much he growled at it to stop, the dog kept nuzzling at his shoulder and licking his cheek.
“He’s not coming home with me!”
Derek Hale was not very happy at the moment. His pack had failed to show up for their weekly meeting and they had failed to call in. He had waited around in his family home for an hour, before growling and getting into his Camaro and driving to the high school. Finding no sign of them there, he picked up their scents, and made his way to the veterinarians. Derek closed his eyes and sighed as he pulled into the Vet’s parking lot. The Alpha had no idea why his pack was here and he almost didn’t want to find out. He got out of his car and walked towards the offices. As he got closer, he could hear his pack members talking excitedly.
“Jesus Christ, that’s The Grim!”
When Stiles first sees the dog, it’s at lacrosse practice. He’s sitting on the bench watching Scott, Jackson, and Danny play. His eyes drift towards the bleachers, where Lydia, Allison, and Derek’s Trio of Misfits are sitting. Stiles waves at them, but only Allison waves back.
“Figures,” he mumbles.
