Fics like Gold Star

“Always such a smartass,” Finstock insisted, shaking his head. “What, you want a gold star for your mediocre performance?” “If you’ve got any, I’d love one,” Stiles informed him. “You’re too old for a gold star, Bilinski.” “Hey, hey,” Stiles argued, holding one hand out towards the man as he headed back for the board—evidently forgetting Greenberg now had his marker. “Sometimes adults need gold stars, too.” When Coach turned back to give him a look, Stiles just shrug-flailed. “We’re all just little gremlins starving for attention! Do you know how satisfying a gold star would be? Right here?” Stiles motioned his right pectoral up near his shoulder. “Just a cute little star right there. ‘Good Job!’ or ‘I’m proud of you!’ or even just ‘Well done!’ So satisfying. Or what about like, a hero biscuit?” Stiles mimed nibbling on a cookie. “Cute little bone-shaped cookie made for heroes? Wouldn’t that just brighten your day?” “Stop talking or I’ll bench you.” “I’m always benched,” Stiles argued.

Fics like Gold Star

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