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houseofperfecttaste · 2 years

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Scott McCall - Games

Warning: Smut

My friends and I were at Lydias house for a party of course and there were tons of people filling her living room, kitchen, and her backyard. My eyes fixed on a dark brown haired boy otherwise known as Scott McCall. Scott and I were best friends a little more than friends but only the sexual part of it. I wanted to be more, so much more but I knew Scott would never.

I was leaning against the kitchen island sipping my drink while my eyes were scanning the living room and I saw Scott being grinded on by some chick while he was kissing her neck while making direct eye contact with me. I felt my blood boil and I let out a low growl hating the sight in front of me. Scott smirked and winked at me knowing I was mad. He was feeding off my anger absolutely loving it.

"Okay Scottie two can play at this game.....and I play better." I whispered seductively knowing Scott could hear me. I walked over to where Stiles was sitting and sat right next to him practically on top of him and grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. I kissed his cheek then slowly kissed down his jaw to his neck nipping and biting on his soft skin. I heard his breath hitch and I smirked standing up grabbing his hand and leading him to where everyone was dancing. I stood in front of him wrapping my arms around his neck and leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"I see that you're turned on Stiles, what do you wanna do to me huh?" I whispered Scott listening in on the conversation and his eyes flashing red not liking you all over his best friend at all.

"I want to touch you, god I want to fucking touch you everywhere." Stiles breathed out and I spun around so my ass is against his crotch and I moved my hips against him. No one knew about Scott and I so Stiles had no reason to move away or stop this. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits and I moaned quietly as he squeezed them and kissed my neck leaving little marks. I reached behind me and tangled my fingers in his hair tugging slightly. Stiles's hands wandered up and down my body and I could feel him getting harder the more he touched me.

I looked over at Scott and the girl was kissing his neck but he was paying no attention to her as his eyes were locked on mine. I felt Stiles breath tickle my neck and I looked up at him and he was looking at Scott putting two and two together and Stiles smirked leaning down to my ear.

"Wanna make him real mad?" Stiles smirked spinning me around pulling me closer to him and smashing his lips on mine sliding his hands to my ass giving it a squeeze. His tongue slipped in my mouth and I placed my hands on his chest feeling his torso. I pulled away resting my forehead against his both of our breathing heavy. I felt a tug on my arm pulling me away from Stiles and I knew it was McCall and that he had had enough. He guided me upstairs pushing me into an empty room pushing me on the bed.

"God you're going to regret that" Scott growled at me his eyes devouring my body and he slid my pants down my legs and ripped my shirt off leaving me in my matching lingerie. Scott licked his lips leaning down to kiss me all over my body and he nipped at the skin. He was looking at my neck with an angry look on his face because his best friends mark was on me. Scott pulled his pants down aligning himself with my entrance and plunging into me. I screamed out in pleasure as Scott was slamming into me. He smacked me across the face and covered my mouth with his hand so I wouldn't make a sound. I lifted my legs up higher and his head fell slightly as he breathed slowly taking a quick break so he wouldn't finish so quickly.

"I'm sure that Stiles wouldn't need a break, he would just want to fuck me" I sighed wanting to test his anger and I was met with glowing red eyes once again as Scott reached out and started choking me pounding into me harder than he ever has before. I arched my back moaning out Scott's name over and over again and my mouth formed an O shape as Scott hit my g spot repeatedly.

"You think it was cute to be all over my best friend? I'm going to make sure that you know you're mine. All mine." I smirked at Scott's words his eyes still red turning me on more than ever seeing his alpha side. He demanded me to get on all 4s and I obeyed sticking my ass out at him and I felt a hard smack and another and another. I gripped the bed sheets as I felt Scott's huge cock teasing me and when I least expected it he slammed into me causing me to jolt forward and Scott placed his hands on my waist pulling me back and I screamed in pleasure as I felt his whole length in me filling me up.

"I'm gonna cum" I managed to breath out as my eyes were screwed shut the sensation being too much for me handle as I came and Scott's pace quickened before slowing down signaling he was releasing as well. He pulled out and laid next to me tucking a strand of hair behind my ear looking into my eyes. "You're fucking mine." Scott growled pulling me close to him shoving his tongue in my mouth making me moan quietly and Scott smiled pulling away and helping me get dressed.

"All yours." I smiled pushing him away from me and getting on my knees for him kissing his tip before wrapping my lips around him taking him whole in my mouth making him tremble slightly. "Holy fuck Y/N." He moaned and I pushed him down so he was sitting on the bed and I climbed on top of him aligning myself with his tip sinking down on his length moaning at how he stretched me out. I started bouncing on him my tits bouncing up and down and he was in a trance as he watched them bounce in his face. "God you're perfect." Scotts hands were roaming all over my body grabbing at my skin and leaving marks everywhere possible.

"Scottttttt." I screamed throwing my head back in pleasure as he kissed my throat. "Cum on my cock baby." That's all it took for me to release all over his length as he thrusted into me helping me through my orgasm and him releasing into me. My head fell to the crook of his neck gaining my breath and leaving light kisses on his shoulder before going to his neck leaving dark red hickeys on his neck. "Now that whore will know you're taken." I giggled kissing his lips and hopping off of him as we both got dressed and headed back downstairs. The girl that Scott was dancing with earlier was walking towards us and I smirked grabbing his face smashing my lips to his and his hands slid down to my ass grabbing it and slapping it. I pulled away slightly and smiled at the girl as she rolled her eyes and walked away.

"No more games?" I asked Scott to make sure.

"None, I'm yours and you're mine."

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dazzlinghazefics · 9 months

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Derek Hale x Reader : How Far We Have Come

This is my very first work here, so would mean a lot if you guys respond!

Requests open on any teen wolf character, even though I'll mainly be writing on ~

scott mccall

stiles stilinski

derek hale

issac lahey

liam dunbar

theo raeken

jordan parrish

If years ago, someone would have pointed out to both of you that it's a forever for you and that you both will go long and last a life time, both you, Y/N Stilinski and Derek Hale would have scoffed, scowled and laughed your asses out.

In love with my bestfriend? you would have scoffed.

Falling in love again? Derek would have scowled.

But here you are, with your children, Eli Hale , the second one, the third yet to pop out of the werewolf oven, as your brother, Stiles quotes. And the first child? It's Isaac Lahey. Your motherly instincts had kicked in after you had learned of him when was turned by Derek and you had immediately volunteered to take the young beta under your wing.

Your and Derek's friendship ties were severed when he decided to leave Beacon Hills with his sister Laura, after losing his family in the fire. You were badly hit emotionally. He had left without a goodbye.

Both of your mothers were close friends and you were close to the Hales and knew what they were. Talia loved and adored you like her own child, Peter and you had a bickering relationship, Laura, the elder sister you never had, Cora sister you loved as much as you love Stiles.

And Derek?

Well, you met him on one full moon night in the woods, where he had run off, struggling to control his shift.

You were 8 and he was 9.

He was about to attack you but as soon as his eyes fell on yours, under the moon light, he felt something shift in him.

You had always been his anchor, not anger.

And he was the one you had run to comfort yourself after you had given the shoulder to your father and brother to rely on after losing your mother.

He had been there all along, holding you on his arms. And you needed just that.

When Derek had returned back to Beacon Hills 6 years after he had left, none of you were the same.

Even though he was present round for months, you hadn't known he was there until you saw the news of his arrest, on charges of killing Laura Hale, thanks to your brother and his best friend.

You couldn't recognize the man you had know for so much time, except his forest green eyes.

You felt your heart shatter again.

Reason, unknown.

He saw you in the hospital, where you were working as a nurse.

The world came to a standstill for him, again, the moment his eyes fell on you.

He felt the pull he had felt long ago.

And he understood the pull this time.

Derek Hale was in love with you. In love with Y/N Stilinski.

All those years he had been away from you, from Beacon Hills, his heart was slowly realizing it.

When he had approached you as soon as he was broken out of his trance, he was met with a pale face and tear stained cheeks and greeted with a hard blow on the cheek.

He deserved that, he knew.

It too him months to get his best friend back and few years to get you as his lover and you both started dating secretly, but Stiles being Stiles, had found out about it soon, and his first reaction was

'Sour wolf and my sister! Y/N and Sour wolf!'

And you had simply sighed while Derek Hale had rolled his eyes as you lay cuddling in his loft while Stiles paced around and the rest of the pack stood dumfounded ( even though Issac had won the bet on Derek and You possibly dating and Lydia grumpily had to hand the money over after losing. And Scott literally fainting. )

'You know, it's a girl.' You said to your husband and rubbed your baby bump.

'Yeah? What are we going to name our princess?' Derek asked nuzzling his nose on your neck.

' Talia. Talia Hale.'

'Talia Claudia Hale.' He corrected, both of your eyes glistening with tears.

'Mommy! Daddy! Uncle Stiles fell in a ditch!' Eli barged in the house, yelling.

'Your son tackled me purposefully, Y/N! I didn't -'

How far you both have come!

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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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warnings; mentions of Stiles' mom (deceased)

synopsis; reader comforts Stiles' after what he sees at Lydia's party.

a/n; i haven't watched teen wolf in like a year and a half, so this may not be super accurate but i miss stiles and lack the time to rewatch :(

You stood beside him at the party, watching his silent freak out. His eyes were trained to someone who wasn't there, a piece of his mind haunting him whilst you stood idly besides him.

His eyes broke from whatever was bothering him and fell on you. The tears in his eyes nearly broke you in an instant. What could have possibly gone this wrong, what was he seeing that you weren't?

Teen minutes ago you were drinking and watching him from afar. You had no idea why you were at Lydia's party anymore, she'd far from ever spared you a glance. Suppose everyone was avoiding her now, she was lucky to have Stiles to put this together.

But now the origins didn't seem to matter, he needed to leave. You could see that much by just looking at him. "Did you..?" He looked at you, eyes glancing between you and the empty space in front of him.

You tilted your head, confused by his question, "Nothing's there, Stilinski. Just a bunch of drunks." He seemed to shaken up to reprocess your response. Even if you had seen whatever he'd seen, you reckon it wouldn't change a thing.

"Let me drive you home, you look like you've seen a ghost." You told him, setting your own drink down on one of the outside tables. Not like you had to clean it up anyway. "No, no... I can drive. Have fun." He began his chase to his jeep, though you followed.

You grabbed his arm after you'd finally caught up, the two of you in the driveway by now. "Stiles knock it off, I wouldn't have fun if I knew I let you go home like this. What's wrong? Talk to me." You reasoned with the teen in front of you.

It was like a switch flipped in him, you'd been there when his mom died. Every up and down you had been the one to follow after him, look after him. He felt like shit, and somewhere deep down he knew you were the only one who would understand that. The only one who hadn't learned werewolves were everywhere, now after Scott and he. You were the only one that saw his problems as worthy.

He still couldn't bring himself to tell you, he just handed over his keys and found himself in the passenger seat. You groaned at his will to stay silent but appreciated the idea of trust. He didn't want anyone with him, yet he trusted you to drive him home. Even if you were drunk.

And so you drove, the radio low and the moon high. As he looked out the window, some Katy Perry party song hung in the air. Driving past the Sheriff's office, you quickly realized Noah Stilinski wasn't there, meaning he was home. "You want to stay at mine? Your dad's home, he'll probably find us out." You offered quietly.

He seemed to freeze up at the mention of his dad but nodded, agreeing to the favorable choice; your house.

You pulled in, and parked the old Jeep, looking at Stiles again. Who knew what your next move was, he was rarely ever like this. Upset, quiet, two words you rarely associated with him. One could say he never shut-up, though it flattered him well. His nervous rambling always made you feel better.

You looked down at your hands, before letting out a breath and opening the driver's side door. "It was my dad. He told me I killed my mom. That it was my fault." He told you nervously, stopping you from going any further.

You looked at him, slowly shutting the door and you once more tilted your head. "And you believe that?" You whispered the question, scared you may shatter him if you talked any louder. "I guess. A little. He made sense when he said it, y'know."

You heard the sniff as he rubbed his nose, his eyes miraculously dry still. "He'd never say that to you, Stiles. Your brain'll be the death of you if you keep listening to it." You paused, putting a hand on his forearm, "She loved you more than anything, goofball. I just wish she were here to tell you that herself."

But, before he could continue to dwell on that fact, you cut him off. "Let's go inside. I can show you all the embarrassing photos she used to show me. " You teased, watching his face light up as he groaned at the idea.

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princeescaluswords · 4 months

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Underestimated

It's hilarious how no one more consistently misreads both Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski than stans of Fanon Stiles. In their urge to piss on Scott, they treat Stiles as if he is a fragile baby who doesn't constantly stand up for what he thinks is right, who doesn't make fun of threats like Gerard Argent to his face, who doesn't defy monstrous serial killers like Peter Hale and the nogitsune.

Even though Stiles had particular flaws which mean he will never be my favorite character, I would never say he wasn't clever, brave, and loyal. When he sees a problem, he takes action (even if I don't like the action he takes).

Which is why it's so mystifying that so-called fans of Stiles consistently write him as someone who would silently suffer from the neglect and disregard of popular jock Scott McCall (who was neither popular nor a jock). Just this morning, the day after Christmas, I came across a completely untagged story where Stiles mourns the way Scott has drifted away from their friendship, leaving poor baby Stiles alone and unable to depend on anyone. This is in the aftermath of Gerard kidnapping and beating Stiles from the lacrosse game in Battlefield (2x11).

I might enjoy a story where Stiles contemplates the shifting nature of his and Scott's friendship. I might even enjoy him mourning the loss of their closeness due to the horrors that have assaulted them. But, of course, that's not the approach this story took. Scott doesn't come for Stiles in Master Plan (2x12) demonstrating the weakening of their friendship. It is not because Scott couldn't find Stiles; it is not because the Hales insisted that stopping Gerard was more important, and it is certainly not because Scott had to prioritize saving people who he knew might die, including Jackson, Derek, and Derek's pack. No, no, Scott didn't come for Stiles because he was fixated on Allison, even though it was Allison who begged him not to get involved in Shape-Shifted (2x02) and even though Scott doesn't talk to or even as much as say her name from the time Stiles is kidnapped until long after Scott gets a text saying that Stiles has been found.

Does this person really believe that Stiles, who steals a police van to stop Jackson, who tortures Scott to punish him for letting his Dad get hurt, who shouts repeatedly at Lydia whom he has been in love with since the third Grade, would sit in the dark of his bedroom, feeling lost and empty because Scott doesn't make him the center of his universe? What scene could possibly have made them think that? The only time Stiles conceals things is to protect people, including himself.

Oh, I get that this is Stiles serving as Self-Insert. But I've seen so many variations of mourning/angry/vengeful/despondent Stiles crying because Scott fell in love with a girl for as long as I've been in the fandom, that I know it's a pretty popular trope. A terrible (and racist) trope manifested out of thin air, borrowing heavily from "the minority character must be a white character's caretaker" (you never see Derek scolded for not mentioning Stiles for the last two episodes of Season 2). It's not terrible because it's not canon (though it's not); it's not terrible because it's weaksauce (do friends really have to be exclusively devoted to you for the rest of their lives to be friends?). In the end, the largest reason it is terrible is because it makes Stiles into a sniveling little wuss, someone so dependent on others that he won't fight for what he wants.

Stiles Stilinski is many things, but he was never that.

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wildflowerdylan · 2 years

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WITH BENEFITS

PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT - PART NINE

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content, cursing

Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.

“What the fuck was that?” Stiles says, running into my apartment shortly after me. He has a smirk on his face. The silly boy was trying to lighten the mood, having no clue about what just happened.

“Go away, Stiles.” I groan angrily, leaving my face buried in my arms. Stiles finally catches onto what’s going on and comes over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

“Get off!” I shout, pushing him away aggressively. Stiles looks at my tear stained cheeks with a hurt expression. I ignore his eyes and move to look out the window I was sitting next to, wiping my face with my sleeve.

“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” I roll my eyes, looking at him with a smug expression. “Just go away. Go get the girl of your dreams.” Stiles furrows his eyebrows together in confusion. “What?” I feel myself progressively getting frustrated.

Frustrated at myself for hurting Lydia.

Frustrated that I fell for him when we said we wouldn’t.

Frustrated because he was going to pick her.

“Lydia! Go to Lydia!” Stiles looks at me blankly, not totally sure what was going on still. “She’s your dream girl isn’t she?” Stiles shrugs awkwardly. “Well, she likes you too. You both like each other. And, and we don’t like each other.” Stiles looks all over my face for a second, “We don’t?” I shake my head.

“That’s not true, Y/N.” I scoff bitterly at the boy, “Yes it is.” He shakes his head, looking down for a second and then moving closer to me. He bends on one knee and grabs my hand, “I like you and I think you like me, too.” I feel a few more tears roll down my cheek.

“Go to Lydia, Stiles.” What was I saying? “No, I’m gonna stay here. With you.” I push him off, “Go to Lydia.” Seriously, what the hell was I doing?

Stiles moves to grab both my arms and hold me again, but I don’t let him. “Y/N, please. Just let me hold you, you need it.” I scoff again, “I don’t need a hug and I especially don't need you.” He moves back, that hurt expression makes its way to his face again.

“Just go to Lydia, Stiles. Fall in love with her and leave me alone.” He shakes his head, still fighting for me for whatever reason.

“No." He shakes his head, trying to move closer to me again, "I want you and I know you want me to.” I shake my head, sniffling for a second, “No. I don’t” I pause. “I don’t like you Stiles. I-I hate you. I always have.” I speak through gritted teeth and tears. I think I’ve managed to hurt myself more than him somehow. And I don't even know why. Because I’m scared, maybe? I don't know what I have to be scared of though. If Lydia knew what was going on, what was really going on, she would step aside for me. Lydia isn't exactly known for holding onto a crush for a very long time anyways. And everyone would be ecstatic to hear that Stiles and I like each other, even if it is romantically... I mean, what am I doing?

Stiles moves to back away from me, having taken enough of an emotional beating for the day. He shakes his head and rubs his face. He was trying not to cry. I turn back towards the window, but I could still see his reflection.

I get out of my chair and face my body towards his. Stiles looks up from the ground to look me in the eyes. He steps closer to me, trying to pull me into a hug still. I, of course, stop him.

“Get out, Stiles.” He looks at me with the same hurt expression from before, “What?” I stand my ground, “Get out. Get out now.” He shakes his head, “Y/N, what’s going on?” I pull my chin up to stand tall and confident, “I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” He looks at me before the ground again, by now a small tear falling down his left cheek. He nods his head carefully before wiping his nose with his hand and walking out the door.

It has just gotten dark now, but Stiles was sure he couldn’t stay with me any longer today. He knew I was speaking out of anger and he knew I didn’t mean what I said. He’s a better human than I’ll ever be.

The boy shook his head thinking once more to our conversation before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his journey over to Scott and his’ apartment.

Just as he could see the building, something began rustling around near him. The boy stood frozen for a moment as he tried to address the situation. He was alone in the dark and human. So basically.. he was fucked.

Stiles took a deep breath as he calmly looked around at his surroundings. He saw where he thought he had heard the noises and then he saw a fairly thick stick close by his shoe. He looked around again before quickly grabbing the stick and holding it up like a baseball bat.

“Come at me!” The boy yelled, preparing himself for a potentially losing fight.

The creature took this as an opportunity and ran towards the boy briskly. Stiles swung the stick at the creature, wounding it just enough that he could run to the front door. The boy began pounding on the apartment door for Scott to come and let him.

Kira had answered the door quickly, rushing poor Stiles into the building while her and Scott went to temporarily take care of the danger.

When Scott got back to Stiles, he checked to see if his best friend was okay. Once Stiles has proven to Scott that he was perfectly fine, Scott was finally able to let himself get mad.

“She just kicked you out?” Stiles nodded. “When she knows the danger out there?” The boy nodded again. “Kicked you out!” Scott yells. Kira walks over to Stiles to be a bit more helpful that her wolf boyfriend. The girl urges the boy to walk off and cool down as she was pretty sure the only reason why he was so angry was because of his recent transformation.

“Are you okay?” Stiles nodded his head, “Physically, yes. Mentally, no.” Kira smiles shyly at the boy, urging him to continue. “Y/N/N said some pretty harsh things out of anger today. That hurt pretty bad, but I know I'll get over it..." He paused for a moment. "I-I’m scared that maybe she’s gonna convince herself she believes them.” Kira looks at the boy with slight confusion as she tries to piece this puzzle together. She's been given a lot of new information in a very short amount of time.

Kira takes a second to finish placing her pieces before catching a breath of air and speaking, “You guys weren’t just hooking up were you?“ Stiles shakes his head, “We were… at first.” He sighs, looking at his nervous hands.

“Now I think it-" He stops to sigh, not fully believing the words that are coming out of his mouth, "It might be something real.”

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wolfbaenes · 1 month

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my centerfold | pack

when the pack had grown big enough, derek had tucked the camaro away into a storage unit.

he'd never had any real attachment to the car; it was something he'd bought between new york and beacon hills, a band-aid he'd haphazardly placed over the bleeding wound that was his missing pack. it hadn't done much of anything for him; it hadn't brought back his family, hadn't gotten rid of the smear that was kate argent, hadn't removed that sad edge to his sister's smile. if anything, he thought, it just made laura even sadder; his overcompensatory attempt at making himself seem better than he'd ever been was glaring and embarrassing. but the act of admitting that⎯of quietly turning in the camaro and getting something more reasonable, something that'd just as easily and more comfortably cart the two detached spirits that carried the legacy of the hale pack now⎯felt even worse, so he didn't.

not until scott mccall. scott and stiles and allison⎯then erica and boyd and isaac and lucy, and all of the others that poked their heads into his life after them. not until he regularly found himself picking up unlicensed high schoolers and driving them home after full moons, or chauffeuring ice cream adventures, or taking road trips at three a.m. just so that atticus could listen to that coldplay song on repeat for three hours without bothering anyone. then it didn't make sense to keep the camaro; not when his life had expanded beyond two souls⎯when so many people now carried the hale legacy, in name and blood and every other thing that mattered even more⎯and the world was too full for such a compact vehicle. so he'd gotten a storage unit to hide the camaro in and he'd bought (what scott liked to call) a soccer mom car. and he could take the teasing; as long as allison was sitting in the passenger seat, twisting around to jump into whatever story lydia and quinn were telling, and kira was nodding off against the window with liam's jacket around her shoulders, and bailey was sticking her tongue out at isaac before giggling⎯⎯he'd take all of the teasing in the world for that.

sometimes, though, he did like to pull the camaro out of hiding. it wasn't fit for what he had now, for a family, but⎯sometimes, it worked.

jude had spent the first handful of minutes of this trip looking around in awe and poking every button derek let her get away with. luxury was not familiar to her; the mayers drove a beaten down volkswagen and jude had been riding the same bike since she was eleven. ("it helps that i haven't had a growth spurt since then, either," she'd joked once.) the camaro wasn't the height of opulence, not for derek, but it was new for jude, and he allowed her to poke around with curiosity. it was rare that he got to be alone with her; partially because of the people who loved them, but partially because he went out of his way to make sure they weren't alone. but he'd told himself that he wouldn't run away this time; there were things he couldn't say in front of everyone, not yet, but he wouldn't hide them from jude. not if she needed him to say them.

after ten minutes, jude leaned back in her seat and fell into silence. it wasn't often that she did that, but derek didn't push her out of it. she'd speak eventually.

sure enough, when the hale house was less of a destination and more of a nearing landmark, jude spoke. "professor hale," she said softly. she always called him that; no matter how much derek told her she could call him by his first name, she never did. she was a lot like xochitl in that matter; small, too, like she'd wither and fall away if derek stopped looking. but he thought maybe there was a difference in that. he hummed. jude took a breath. "i've been reading over the memoir you gave me. i mean⎯��you know me, i'm a slow reader, so it's taking forever. but i've been reading it."

"...okay."

jude pressed her lips tight together. "is⎯you never answered me before. why did you give it to me?"

derek's hand tightened on the wheel. he didn't mean to. he'd known that jude would ask eventually; he'd been banking on it. he'd been hoping that she would figure it out herself, so that he'd never have to say the words. he still had not worked up the courage to ever say the words. but it was just the two of them here, and if he was ever going to be brave enough to admit it, then it would be now.

kind of.

"i was hoping," he said slowly, "that you'd figure that out for me."

jude stared straight ahead. out of the corner of his eye, derek saw her mouth open, saw her tongue peek out and drag across her lips. he saw her blink a few times, wet and stubborn. "did you know kate?" she asked, her voice scarily quiet. "before the fire, before⎯⎯" she blinked again, harder. "did you know her?"

from this distance, derek could hear the pack, just faintly. hardly, over jude's beating heart. "more than i wish i had," he confessed.

and he heard jude's heart break, right in his hands.

they didn't say anything else in the few minutes that passed before they pulled up to the house. he pretended not to see jude roughly wipe her hands across her face, though it hadn't been wet in the first place. when he killed the engine, the two of them sat there for a moment. "i'm sorry," jude whispered. he thought she might cry, for real this time, but she didn't. "professor."

what was the right thing to say to that? i'm not⎯well, that would be a lie. i am, too⎯and what would that do to her?

derek placed a hand over jude's wrist and squeezed. "come on. atticus takes these things very seriously."

jude smiled, tight, and sniffled.

they got out of the car. derek grabbed jude's bag out of the trunk; it'd taken more work than he'd ever expected, but they'd finally convinced jude to spend a few nights at the pack house. they'd missed the new moon by a week, so atticus was overcompensating by making the moon circle a week-long retreat of sorts, even though they would be staying at the house they already lived in. what mattered, though, was that jude would be there the entire time, just like the rest of them. and after much pleading and wheedling, jude had agreed.

derek didn't know if his admission had anything to do with that. he didn't know how to feel one way or the other.

the house was fully in motion by the time they stepped inside. the scent of hot food hit derek like a particularly delicious train and he started salivating in an instant. laughter poured out of every corner of the house as everyone put on their pajamas and grabbed their most prized stuffed animals in anticipation for the night. a fair number of them had never sat in for a moon circle before, but they'd been warned about how emotionally taxing it could be; any sort of comfort was encouraged.

coming down the stairs in a pair of his most comfortable sweats and a hoodie that derek would swear used to sit in his closet, camden grinned at the sight of them. "jude, hey! you made it!"

"as if i'd ever turn down a moment with my favorite firefighter," jude said around a grin of her own, stepping into camden's offered hug. no one mentioned that jude had, on many occasions, turned down moments with camden and the pack in general. "ooh, something smells good. who cooked?"

"the usual suspects. come on, i'll make you a plate." with his arm around jude's shoulders, camden led her towards the kitchen in search of food. if he noticed her red-rimmed eyes, then he had enough kindness and tact not to point it out.

"here, i'll take that," alicia said, taking jude's bag from derek. "i'm heading upstairs anyway. she's staying with malia, right?"

"i think so⎯thanks." derek watched as alicia took the bag upstairs to drop off, before he made his way back towards the backyard, where people were gradually trickling in.

atticus had been particular about the details for their moon circles. the fact that the timing was off already didn't sit right with her, so they warded off any meltdowns by agreeing to whatever else she wanted. they couldn't have it inside, because the living room was a space where they should always be comfortable and feel at ease. even though the moon circles would eventually bring them peace, it would also bring up a lot of bad feelings that she didn't want them to necessarily associate with their own home. the sunroom wasn't big enough for all of them, and atticus had waved away the witches' offer to make it bigger. in mid-march, it was still a little cold for everyone to be sitting outside for hours, but cass and cecelia had worked their magic to create a warm bubble that'd keep them all at just the right temperature without making them freeze or sweat. as people finished eating and ventured out of the house, they took their spots in the bubble, naturally forming a wide circle that would hold them all.

as scott rushed past him to tackle daryl into a hug⎯which the man pretended to hate, but that did nothing for the fondness in his eyes and scent⎯derek looked at his gathering pack. he loved them. he loved them so tenderly, so wholeheartedly, he could barely breathe around it. and he'd driven the camaro tonight, because it'd afforded him a private moment with jude, but he thought he'd might the right choice. he'd trade it in again, a hundred times over, just to have more space for all of them.

sipping from a thermos of steaming tea and drowning in clothes that did not belong to her at all, lydia paused, then pointed a manicured finger at him. "whose turn it is with the emotional support parents, by the way?"

"mine!" suzy declared, dropping down beside lydia. "i never get to sit next to derek and allison at these things. that's a hate crime. derek, come sit next to me."

"that's rich," danny said, leaning against theo. "especially considering you've gone on record to say that you don't need emotional support."

"record? what record? i know nothing about a record," suzy sniffed.

danny raised an eyebrow. "no? someone pull up the record, i need to make a point."

"don't you dare!" suzy glared and pointed a finger at him. "lesbophobe. i know what you are."

danny grinned at her.

dominic wandered out into the backyard a few moments later and paused. "oh, hey, who gets the emotional support dallison this time?"

"please don't get them started again," kira pleaded.

dominic scoffed. "okay, well, i'm staking a claim on liam," he decided, sitting down.

tara blinked at him. "really? liam? how is that your emotional support person?"

"first of all," liam said, "fuck you."

tara blew him a kiss.

"fuck you twice."

tara raised her eyebrows. "and your second point?"

liam considered it. "no, i think i'm good. fuck you, no notes."

dominic pointed at him. "see? this is why i call dibs on him. he is so funny."

"i'm literally being serious."

shaking his head, derek sat down, swaddled in their warmth and love, and waited for everyone else to come join them.

#pack. › … para .#para. › … my centerfold .

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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This might not be a thing, but do you know if there’s any fics where Stiles and Scott belong to another pack (no Alpha Scott) and Derek wants the both of them in his? Preferably long fics, or at least long one shots but if you can’t find any that’s okay!

Some!

At War by ShootToWin

(1/1 I 865 I General I Sterek)

AU-Stiles and Derek are members of rival packs in a world where werewolves live in the wild, but openly with humans. The two met when they were children and slowly fell in love with each other through the years, having to keep their relationship a secret.

But now their packs have declared war and they will be forced to meet on the battlefield as warriors. This is a snapshot of their last moments together before the fight begins.

And We're In Rival Packs! by orphan_account

(5/? I 9,988 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles and his merry band, aka his pack, move to Beacon Hills when the Sheriff gets transferred. The five of them, Allison, Lydia, Isaac, Danny and Stiles, are all close for several reasons. The big one is that Allison, Lydia, Isaac and Danny were all saved by Stiles and his dad, and they had ended up joining the family.

The five of them make up a pack, even with only one of them being a werewolf, and Stiles' is the Alpha.

Derek and his family, who hadn't died in a tragic fire since Kate Argent had been found before the fire could start, find the group suspicious. Talia Hale, being the awesome person she is, wants to get to know them.

Derek disagrees.

Fair Verona by rootbeer

(3/4 I 34,795 I Mature I Sterek)

Questions: Is it still an arranged marriage if the two getting married are the ones who arranged it, even if no one else knows that?.

“Alpha Hale we have exhausted almost every possible avenue that I can think of in order to find middle ground between your two packs. The Hale Pack and The McCall Pack simply have too much hatred and history between the two of them to accept terms. This is what I have to offer you. I thought both of these packs were committed to trying everything they could to find peace after all these years.”

Scott seemed to recover first, calmly asking, “Deaton you’re not honestly arranging a marriage between Derek Hale and Stiles, are you?”

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #arranged marriage

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First days of school came and went. Jason adjusted his hours at the diner, leaving himself only afternoon shifts and one full on weekend. The classes - well, some of them were easy, like History and English, some hellish, like Science or Econ (mostly due to their respective teachers), some awesome, like Math. He was with Lydia Martin, Jackson's girlfriend, in that one. They weren't particularly friendly, just nodding acquaintances. Jason wasn't sitting with them at lunch. It was just - that first day of school, he was still reeling from the party the night before. He wanted some quiet.

So he sat with an equally quiet guy, Boyd was the name he went by - and that's basically all he knew about him, because no parties were particularly into chatting.

He nodded at Jackson and Danny when he noticed them, same as with Scott and Stiles, or anyone else he met at the party. But that was, thankfully, it.

Between classes, he hang out at the bleachers, mostly. There were some kids who smoked there, but they left him alone and he did the same. He wasn't the only loner there, either. A curly-haired guy who was in Chem with him - Isaac - was napping in the sun there, like a cat. Somehow he was still pale as shit.

Jason had to wake him up one day - they had Chem next period, and the bell would be in a few minutes. But just as he put his hand on the shoulder, Isaac momentarily jumped up, wide-eyed. Almost fell off.

Jason backed away. It's not that he recognized something - there could be a lot of different explanations for such a reaction. Some people were more skittish than others. For some, yeah, it was a trauma response, but not necessarily domestic abuse.

"You okay, man?" he asked. "We're going to be late for the next class."

"Who are you?" Isaac asked.

"Greenberg, we have Harris's class together."

"Well, fuck off, Greenberg."

That was that. On the weekend, when Jackson and Danny were running with him (Jason did it every day, but not for physical training, but to calm down his mind), Jason tried to ask around Isaac's situation. It was honestly not his business, and Jason knew Isaac himself wouldn't be thrilled with it, but. You take a boy out of Gotham and all that.

"Lahey? Yeah, I know, we're neighbors," Jackson said. "You say he's sleeping on the bleachers? Figures. His dad is a big fucking asshole. He owns the graveyard, makes Isaac work for him."

"He was coaching the swimming team like six years ago," Danny added. "He was okay then."

"But then he drowned in a bottle, after half of his family died - first the wife, then Isaac's brother. So yeah, they kicked him out."

"Yeah?" Jason probed. "Is there anything else going on? Isaac looks kinda skittish."

Danny and Jackson exchanged a look.

"Isaac Lahey? He's one of the meanest SOBs at school. But yeah, I guess. My dad suspected that Lahey not only loved to drink, but also to slap his kid around. Reported it, even."

"And?"

"And nothing, Stilinsky's dad is as useless as the son."

And that was everything Jackson knew.

Jason, though, had the Sheriff's card, and had a notion to call him up for a reason, feel him out. It's just it didn't feel right to use Isaac for that reason. Jason knew firsthand how such cases can go south. Even if Lahey Senior was heavy handed and mean drunk. Even if he was brought up on charges and lost custody. It didn't necessarily mean a happy ending for Isaac.

So he tried to approach him first.

Isaac, for his turn, didn't eat lunch alone. He was sitting with a mousy kind of girl. Grey clothes, grey hair, no make up. He nodded at her when Isaac didn't respond to his greeting, introduced himself.

"Erica Reyes," she offered in return.

And then nothing else. Well, Jason could work with that. He really could. He started talking about himself moving here from the East Coast, how it took him awhile to get used to all the sun. Said he wanted to move to Los Angeles, after his parents died, because he had a friend there. But he couldn't afford it. So he chose Beacon Hills, found a job. Jackson's dad - you know Jackson, right - helped with getting out the foster system.

Erica looked like she didn't know why Jason was telling her his life story, but was too polite to stop it. Isaac, Jason noticed out of the corner of his eye, was still looking angry. But he didn't leave, so Jason counted it as a win.

"You know, most of the people who stay in shitty situations, they think they don't have options," Jason said. "I thought so for a long time, too. I had no relatives who could take me, or who I would trust to live with. And foster system - there are very different people there, who are in it for a lot of different reasons. I was scared. And I would understand if others were scared of it, too. But it's not the only option. I'm renting a loft on the Northern side of the town, by the way. The rent is pretty affordable, but I was thinking of finding a roommate, anyway. Do you know anyone who would be interested, Erica?"

Erica looked at him, then at Isaac. It wasn't a "You're in?" though, it was a "Can you believe this guy?" look.

"No," she said. "I will be sure to let you know."

Isaac said nothing at all.

Well, Jason knew his people skills were shit. Breaking heads were much easier than breaking convictions, for him. He wasn't like Dick.

So, he decided to do what he did best.

He did wait for the end of the week. Isaac started to go around when he saw him, much like he did with Stiles, Jason noticed. That didn't necessarily say anything about Isaac home situation, and could just as well be about Isaac finding volumous people who ranted in nonsequiter on random topics annoying.

Every night, Jason stacked out Lahey's house. He didn't hear screams or anything like that. He did follow Lahey father and son to the graveyard and back. Lahey was spending those nights in the office, and Isaac outside, digging graves with heavy machinery. No wonder he was always sleeping in school.

But, again, nothing criminal except for child labor.

And then, during the PE, Isaac's shirt riled up when he shot a ball in the basket. He had bruises on his hip. He tugged the shirt down and looked around. When he saw Jason looking, he scowled, then approached Coach Finstock. Jason didn't know what he has said to him, but Jason was running laps until the end of period.

On Sunday, when Jason had a day off at the diner, he broke into school. Checked Isaac's attendance records, grades all through elementary to high school. Medical records, what there was of them. His file from the guidance counselor office. It was all circumstamcial. Wouldn't be enough for the Sheriff to open the case. Might be why he didn't, when Whittermore first reported it. Jason found that he wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt - that Isaac's father was a bad apple, that Sheriff wasn't corrupt, or indifferent. That he really didn't have anything to hold Lahey Sr. for.

Jason broke into their home while they both were at the graveyard. Saw Cadmen's room. Practically a shrine. Saw Isaac's. It was minimalist, if Jason felt charitable. He wasn't particularly, no. He noticed the lack of any pictures of the dead wife and mother. Checked her death certificate - natural causes, apparently. Checked the computers, the DVDs in Lahey Senior's room. Nothing suspicious.

Nothing out of place in the whole house, as though it wasn't really lived in. He checked everything on the first and second floor. The only place he didn't check was the basement and the garage. There was little time before the owners of the house were due to get back, so he needed to decide, quick, where to go. He opted for the basement - breaking into a garage would be easier, he could do it later.

Turned out, he didn't really need to do it later. The basement held the prize - the evidence - that Jason was looking so hard for. But... He really wished he was wrong instead. That Gotham twisted him to see darkness everywhere, made him paranoid. Would that be fucked up? Sure. It would be much better than Isaac being locked in a freezer for god knows how long, though. Long enough that the nail marks changed their placement - long enough that Isaac grew up.

Yeah, he was calling the Sheriff, and if he lets Jason down? Jason would be paying Lahey household another visit, this time when the host was home.

***

Sheriff agreed to come by the diner. Joked about Jason not updating the blog for too long, Stiles cooking blanched broccoli again.

"I don't know what you mean," Jason said. "Blanched broccoli are delicious. But yeah, I was busy with something else. That's actually why I called you about."

They were sitting in one of the boots. Jason took his break early, now that there wasn't a lot of guests. He was drumming his fingers on the coffee cup that was on the table before him, waited until Sheriff drank from his own. Avoided looking at him.

"Everything alright, son? Someone giving you trouble?"

"No," Jason said, finally catching Stilinski's gaze.

He figured he pretended to be nervous enough, it got across. Now he needed to see Sheriff's reaction.

"Jackson Whittermore said, his dad already approached you about it in the past. It's about Isaac," he added. "I think he's in trouble at home."

Sheriff sighed and nodded, closing his eyes minutely.

"Whittermore called in a noise complaint. Privately shared his concerns. We checked the house, didn't find anything. Isaac refused to testify against his father. There was no bruises on him. So..."

"No evidence, no crime, huh? Well, Isaac has bruises now. And did you check all of the house? Did you check the basement?"

"What's in the basement?" Sheriff frowned.

"You will see."

"It doesn't work like that," Sheriff grimaced. "I can't just search his house without an order, and your testimony won't be enough, I'm afraid."

"You can, if you're called in again - for a burglary, perhaps."

Jason saw that the Sheriff got it immediately.

"Now, son, don't do anything rash - something like that gets on your permanent record, then even if you aren't tried as an adult..."

"Tried? They would need to catch me first."

"Me, it's me who would need to catch you."

"You won't, don't worry." Jason got up. "Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about. I was just talking hypothetically. I'm gonna be partying with Jackson and Danny on Friday. Half the school would be there, I'm told, except for Isaac, because Isaac never goes to parties. Or anywhere, really, except to graveyard. At night. Because that's apparently how his dad saves money on hiring adults. Just be sure to work on Friday, okay? There might be underage drinking, or something."

Sheriff didn't try to talk him out anymore. Anyway, that wasn't the test. Even arresting Lahey Senior wasn't the test. Jason practically gift-wrapped him for the Sheriff.

The test was, what the Sheriff would do with this later, with the information Jason allowed him to glimpse about himself.

***

The op went without a hitch. Jason showed up at Jackson's house, made a show of drinking cola out of the solo cup, talked to Danny for five minutes before taking a bathroom break. He got out of the window on the second floor, crossed to the Lahey's house. Broke from the back, making sure not to make noise but to set up the silent alarm.

When the cop car appeared on the street, he sneaked back through the same window. The party, when he went downstairs, was in disarray. People thought the cops were after them, maybe, because they ran away, leaving only Jackson, Danny and Lydia to quickly hiding any trace of alcohol. Well, the guys were on the clean up duty, Lydia was standing by the window.

"What's going on?" Jason took a trash bag and joined Danny in picking up the plastic cups, while Jackson was hiding the beer and the liquor.

"You were gone so long, I thought it was you who called the cops on us," Danny smiled.

It wasn't quite a joke, though, Jason saw it in how he wasn't quite turning his body to him, and the tense set of shoulders.

"Nope," Jason shook his head. "Was in the bathroom all this time. Beer didn't agree with me."

"You never even finished the cup," Danny said quietly, not looking at him.

"I'm a lightweight. Didn't I tell you before? My old man was very strict. I never partied before."

" Jason," Danny stopped. Stopped cleaning up, stopped smiling. "You didn't finish your cup. I know what you've been drinking. So unless you were forbidden any caffeine as well..."

"They aren't going here," Lydia said from her vantage point. "Something happened at the neighbor's place. Well, that's a waste of the evening."

She fell down onto the couch, petulantly crossing her hands over her chest. Jackson, after a few choice words, joined her there in a sulk.

Danny started to pick up the trash again, and Jason, too. Shit, he thought. Fuck. That's what you get for thinking you're smarter than others. No matter how experienced he was, this wasn't Gotham. He wasn't wearing any mask. What he did tonight could very much jeopardize his cover - his life. And he might have fucked up things with Danny, too.

"Hey," he said suddenly. "Everyone's gone, but you know what this means? More booze for us."

"You don't drink," Danny said.

"Sure I do," Jason insisted. "Starting now. What do you say, we play some kind of drinking game? Like, uh, put some sports on, and drink everytime your team has a goal... Or something..."

Jackson snickered.

"Cute, Greenberg. We're convinced. You know sports. It's when, uh, goals."

"No, no, let's do this!" Lydia clapped her hands. "But let's play truth or dare."

"Uh," Jason said.

"You don't want to play anymore?" Danny asked mildly.

"What the hell," Jason murmured. "I'm being peer pressured. I was warned about this. But sure, yeah, let's do this."

"You can't choose dare for more than three times in a row," Danny said.

"Is that a rule?" Jason raised his eyebrows.

"It is, now."

"Not an issue to me," Jason said. Like a liar who lies, etc.

But oh well.

***

Jason made a point of chosing only truth.

Danny made a point of not asking, actually, where he has been. It left Jason frustrated. Not that he planned on telling, or relished in an opportunity to lie to him - to them. But it was like Danny was driving home some point, and Jason was still missing it.

"Okay, Jason," Lydia said, after he chose truth again. "What's the worst thing you did?"

"I don't think I can answer that without my attorney present. Or even with him present."

"Your confession wouldn't be legally binding, though," Jackson pointed out. "So just - tell us. We won't testify against you in court, that would be hearsay."

Lydia ruffled his hair lovingly. Danny, Jason noticed, was looking at him with some guarded expectation.

"Alright," Jason said. "Let me think."

"Have you committed that many atrocities?" Lydia asked, huffing a laugh.

Jason shrugged.

"By whose standards? Society? Sure. Some parts of it anyway. My father? Definitely. My own? Well." He really went all over the list on his head.

He did commit.any horrible acts - in all those parallel universes. Killed people in cold blood. Attacked teenagers younger and much younger than him. Put kids into a danger's way, or at least proposed to.

Fucked with Bruce's mind, brought him to a breaking point, and he broke - just not in the way Jason expected or needed. But in a way that left Jason dead, Joker - alive, and laughing, laughing, laughing, while everything around them went up in flames from Jason's own bombs.

He smelled a sweet, mellonny aftershave. Felt a warm hand on his face.

"You alright, man?" Danny asked him, Jason heard, and the laughter was gone, the smoke was gone. "You don't have to answer, you know. You don't even have to drink anymore."

"No, it's alright," Jason said, taking a sip. "I just don't know what to choose. I did a lot of stuff I won't necessarily advertise. Some things may get me in trouble. It's just, by and large, I'm not ashamed of them. They weren't that much horrible, if they were done for the right reasons, yeah?"

"Did you murder someone?" Jackson opened his eyes wide. "Shit, Greenberg, if that's it, do me a favor and don't, in fact, tell us."

"Nah," Jason said.

Felipe, in this universe, was the only one - and even he wasn't Jason's murder victim per se. Manslaughter at worst. Jason really spooked him, when he tried to punch him in the face. Felipe was sampling his father's product on the regular, it was the same that night. He freaked, jumped back - only he was on the balcony, there was nowhere to jump but down. Eighty floors down. Was that Jason's fault? No, Jason reiterated. Gloria Stanson's suicide was his fault. Garzonas Jr was... A bastard nobody would have missed, except his father, who made him into this in the first place.

"No murder. I won't say I was always on the straight and narrow, but it never came to that."

"Is that why your father was so strict with you?"

Jason shrugged.

"Might have. He got me out from the streets, basically. Was worried that the streets would stay behind, underneath all that fleur he tried to drown me in."

"Street?" Lydia echoed.

"Well, yeah," Jason took another swing from his glass. "I'm - I was adopted, didn't I say?"

Jackson slowly shook his head.

"Well, I wouldn't, would I. I don't like to think about it. He was still my real father, you know, despite all his - paranoia, sometimes psychosis, that he projected onto me. Because he wasn't really worried that I'm going to start stealing again - he understood that it was just means to an end, for me. And he never acknowledged that he knew why I had two priors, or why my arresting officer let me go both times, after some time in the interrogation room with a turned off camera. Maybe he never knew, never suspected. We never talked about it. Anyway, that wasn't what he was worried about. He had this - mean streak in him. He was a good guy, you know, saving puppies, donating to charities. Soft spot for kids and outcasts, provided they weren't violent."

Jason closed his eyes. Didn't want to see their faces - pity, disgust, or just simple incomprehension. Didn't want them to see his eyes glistening, either. He ought to shut up, he ought to run away. But he wanted to tell them, tell someone - he wanted to stay.

"That's the thing. He didn't like violence, if exhibited by other people. Himself, he - that mean streak I mentioned? If you pushed his buttons, or if he was already on edge for some reason. Let's just say, he put more than one guy into intensive care. Although never in the morgue, don't think. He could stop in time. And me - well, he was worried that I wouldn't. That I will be like him - and I was, a bit, if you push my buttons. Kids, women, drugs, I don't like that. I don't like that at all. So he was worried that I'm gonna do something horrible to someone, something he had stopped himself from doing, just barely, always wanting. We shared that."

And then Bruce thought that Jason jumped all over the line he drew on the Gotham's quicksand. And Jason just fell down there. And drowned on a dry land.

Jason opened his eyes.

"Sorry, what I was saying?"

"It's fine, Jason," Danny said quietly. "You don't have to explain anything more. Let's get you some water, and get you to bed."

***

Jason stayed at Jackson's. He regretted drinking that night very much - not because of what he said, he didn't remember what he said. That was the problem; no, he made a recording of everything that went during the drinking game exactly for that reason, but still - a stupid risk. Almost burned his identity down.

But in a way, it made his alibi more thorough. He was very visibly hangover when a deputy took his statement. So, his story about drinking too much, puking his guts out upstairs, and then crashing at Jackson's house stood. No, sir, I don't know about any robberies. Are the owners alright? You can't say because of the open investigation, I see.

And that was that. Neither Lydia, nor Jackson or Danny brought up the events of the last night when Jason brought them to the diner, for the hungover cure breakfast Reddy swore by.

But Jackson sneaked at him glances all throughout. And when it was time for them to go, and for Jason to took up the shift, Jackson awkwardly half-hugged him before running after Lydia.

"We're cool?" Jason asked Danny with apprehension.

Do you forgive me for lying to you, he didn't say.

"I'm sorry," Danny said. "We shouldn't have made you drink."

"Hey, I made myself drink."

"Still. We shouldn't have continued asking you stuff after it became obvious that you're - sharing more than you would otherwise. I know what it's like, a bit."

"Over sharing?"

"Having a past," Danny said. "One I don't exactly advertise. Jackson knows, but that's because his father was my lawyer."

"You don't have to tell me," Jason shrugged. "If you want to do it just because it feels unfair - don't worry about it. You can tell when it feels right. It felt right for me yesterday."

"That's just whiskey cola speaking."

"Yeah, well. At least it was in a small group, and you guys won't talk about my sad street rat past, right?"

"Street rat, right," Danny said. "Of course. No, we wouldn't."

Jason knew Danny meant something other than that. Knew that those three probably figured out who exactly broke into Lahey's house, and why. Still. Danny said he wasn't going to say, and Jackson had some kind of emotion about it, so he probably wouldn't, either. And Lydia... Well. He just had to trust into her discretion. And anyway, there wouldn't be any DNA or fingerprints to tie him to the crime scene. Unless Sheriff Stilinski really cared about his office's closing rates, Jason was nowhere near hot water.

That's it, he said to himself. It's the first and the last time he was doing any kind of maskless Robin shit in Beacon Hills. Provided there were no red flags from the Sheriff, after the bait he fed him.

But Jason's worries about the Sheriff were moot. He still showed up at a diner once a week, talked with Jason for a bit - never about that conversation. But a bit about how Isaac was doing (foster placement with McCalls for now, looking into emancipation). A bit about regular stuff like asking about Jason's grades - steadily rising, and whether he was going to try out for the lacrosse team - he hadn't decided yet, needed to watch at least one game before that; he wanted to join cross country though. Stuff like that. Inconsequential, meaningless things that nobody else really asked Jason.

Things were quiet, up till at the tail end of the Fall, someone started to kill deer off in the Preserve.

#jason todd #dc comics x teen wolf #my fics

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Resurrection: Chapter Five

Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Something sinister has plagued Beacon Hills and the Pack must figure out the reason for the mysterious sacrifices around town - before one of their own becomes a victim.

warnings: dark themes containing – blood, murder, violence, description of dead bodies + more

word count: 2.8k+

Resurrection Masterlist

series themes: angst w/ spots of fluff (if you squint)

note: when reader is possessed I'm going to refer to her as Geillis so it won't be confusing when she comes in and out of possession.

Chapter Five: Possessed

Geillis sighed softly as she muttered the soft spell to break the chains that locked the clinic's doors closed. It didn't take long from going through your mind to find out where she would need to look for the final pieces needed. With your mind and body weak from the last time she took control, it wasn't much of a fight this time around when Geillis needed you. Your soft whimpers of pain could still be heard at the back of your mind, like an echo she couldn't get rid of.

Once the chains fell to the asphalt, Geillis moved her hand in a graceful motion to the left that send the double doors flying open. When she went to step forward into the clinic, there was a force that was holding her back from taking the final step forward. She groaned and tried to push on it more and more, but to no avail, she couldn't enter.

"Moutain ash," She growled, looking around the building as if another option of entry was going to suddenly become available.

"Comes in handy," a voice spoke from within the clinic, her head snapped towards the sound to now see a man standing inside.

He stood calm at the double doors that went towards the hospital part of the vet office. His face was stoic as he took small steps towards the entrance.

"Especially when I have creatures such as yourself trying to come in."

A slow smirk came across Geilli's face, "You must be the ever-helpful Deaton." Her face turned up slightly with disgust. "A Druid, no wonder you know so much."

"I had a feeling you’d know who I am due to the innocent girl that you possess," Deaton spoke, now standing right in the doorframe, just far enough to where she couldn't touch him.

"Names Geillis, and she has been very helpful," Geillis spoke "She's not my true form, but is doing the job just fine. "

"Why bring the All-Father back now?" Deaton asked, pulling his brows together with false confusion.

"Beacon Hills is at its strongest now more than ever," Geillis explained "If there would be any location that I could pull enough power from in order to resurrect the All-Father it is now. Scott McCall made sure of that with the attention he's drawing in from the supernatural. Whispers travel far."

Deaton nodded his head, "And I'm sure you've heard what happens to those that hurt those that Scott loves?"

Geillis' smirk widened with a sort of mischievous gleam in her eyes, "More reason for the choice of host. I know that he'll never hurt this one. It only took a few days of watching to know how close they are. Not to mention how in the love that other human is with her. And how much she loves him."

Deaton fought hard not to have his shift of emotion show on his face. Because Geillis was right, Scott would do everything he could to make sure that no harm came to you. But deep down, Deaton knew there might not be any other option.

"Now why don't you give me the final things I am going to need, I know you have some of the final pieces of the Nemeton in this building."

Deaton took a small step forward and shook his head, causing Geillis' smirk to falter slightly. "I have something else in mind,"

He moved quickly, striking the needle that was in his fist into your neck knowing that it would affect Geillis. She stared at him with wide eyes of shock before slowly they began to close. Your body fell into a heap at his feet into deep unconsciousness.

Stiles was the first one through the double doors of the clinic. When he and Lydia found out that you were missing, they raced back to his house to meet with Scott. His heart seemed to be sitting in his throat the entire time with his mind going through a million scenarios of where you could be.

Thankfully it wasn't long after he pulled up to his house that Scott got a call from Deaton - you were found and at the clinic.

Stiles stumbled through into the clinic to see your body tied down to a chair. Your head was slumped forward as you sat unconscious. Deaton stood against the far wall of the room with his arms crossed at his chest as he watched each of them come into the room.

"How did she end up here?" Lydia was the first to speak, as Stiles moved to kneel down in front of you.

His hand caressed along your cheek and leaned your head back up slightly. There was a chill to your skin as his fingers caressed along your face, your lips even purple and dark bags heavy under your eyes. It reminded him heavily of what he looked like with the Nogitsune possessed his body and even after when they split. It broke his heart to even imagine you were going through even a fraction of the torture he went through.

"Walking," Deaton spoke "The bottoms of her feet are covered in dirt and small cuts. Seems Geillis isn't too concerned with the condition of her host."

"Geillis? You got its name?" Scott asked

"She gave it freely. I don't think she cares what we know about her. She seems to have this notion that no matter what you're not going to hurt her or let anything happen to her. Not as long as she's in Y/N's body."

"That's a strong notion to have," Malia muttered, moving across the room to take a seat. "What do we do now?"

"No we get her out of Y/N," Stiles spoke, moving to stand up. "We get her back."

"It's not that simple." Deaton spoke, "It's not going to be like when we got the Nogitsune out of you, Stiles. This is different. It's a spirit."

"Void was a spirit, of sorts." Scott spoke up, "Why couldn't it be the same as we did with Stiles."

"Because Geillis doesn't have a form like Void had the fox," Deaton answered. "While I waited for you to get here there was one solution that I found...but you're not going to like it."

You let out a small whimper as slowly your consciousness began to slowly come back to you. Your head felt like it weighed like a ton with a hard pounding making you feel every pulse. When your eyes began to open, you shrunk back from the brightness of some of the lights, blinking a few times till it wasn't painful.

"Y/N?" Stiles spoke, moving back to kneel in front of her, his eyes searching quickly to see any sign of distress, "Y/N?"

You groaned and winced back from the volume of his voice, "Why are you so loud."

Everyone seemed to sag with relief.

"I'm sorry," Stiles whispered.

Your eyes searched around the room and landed on each member of the pack, before settling on Stiles. You went to move but found it impossible as you soon felt that your arms were bound tightly to a chair.

"Uh...w-why am I tied down?" You looked around confused, a small speck of fear in your eyes.

Stiles looked back to Scott, waiting for him to take the lead. "What's the last thing you remember?" Scott asked

"Um...w-watching a movie...and then...it's...dark," You stammered "How did I get here? What's going on!?"

Stiles moved quickly and tried to soothe you with a gentle touch on your arm. Your chest began to rise and fall with rapid breaths, feeling your anxiety rise with each second.

"Why don't we give them a second," Deaton spoke up, moving towards the doors and looking at Lydia, Malia, and Liam. "Let them explain what is happening."

The other shuffled out of the room quickly and quietly, leaving the three friends alone in the room. Your eyes danced between Stiles and Scott as you waited for them to explain exactly what was going on.

"W-We figured out who the Pagan is," Stiles started, your eyes flashing and settling on him. "We also found out the reason for the sacrifices."

"W-Who is it?" You asked

"It's you," Scott answered, "Well...sort of."

Your brows pulled together tightly and you began to shake your head, "No...no...I-I'm not...I'm not killing people! No, you're wrong."

"You don't have control over it, Y/N," Stiles spoke softly "You don't know what you're doing or, it seems, remember doing it."

"No, you're wrong." Tears began to fall down your cheeks, "It's not me...it's...you're wrong."

"Y/N," Stiles reached to wipe your tears, his thumb moving over your cheek. "We know it's not you. You didn't have a choice, it seems that this...this woman, Geillis is possessing you. Using you as a host for her purpose."

You closed your eyes tightly and hung your head down to try and hide your face as sobs began to shake your body, growing more and more with each second. Stiles moved quickly to wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly as your head resting on his shoulder.

"We're gonna figure this out, Y/N," Scott declared as he watched the two of you, feeling his heart crack as he heard the pain through your tears. "Deaton said there is a way. We're going to figure this out,"

You didn't move from your face buried in Stiles' shoulder as you found comfort with being in his arms. Scott sighed heavily and walked out of the room into the main lobby area where everyone else was sitting and talking. When he walked into the room, all their head turned towards him, but Scott's focus was on Deaton.

"You said there was a way to save her?" Scott asked, Deaton, nodded his head. "What is it?"

Deaton sighed and paused for a moment, before speaking. "The way that I found was the only solution that I was able to find in everything that we have."

"What is it?" Scott spoke impatiently. "How do we do it? Because I just told my best friend that she is basically a murderer, and I want that thing out of her."

"The only solution is to use a silver dagger and strike her in the heart, with the dagger dipped into a mountain ash mix."

"I'm sorry...what!" Lydia shrieked "You want us to kill her?"

"It is the only way, the mountain ash will weaken the spirit. But it's the vervain and deadly nightshade that kill the spirit, making sure it's not able to possess another."

"This is the only way?" Scott spoke after a long moment of silence. "We can't save, Y/N?"

Deaton slowly shook his head, his face cast in sympathy as he saw the sorrow that now weighed heavily on Scott's shoulders.

"I-I need a moment," He spoke, turning and walking out of the clinic into the chill night. Suddenly he felt like someone was squeezing his lungs and making it harder to breathe.

Lydia followed close behind him, standing there in silence as she watched the Alpha pace back and forth.

"Please don't tell me you're going to go through this?" Lydia asked

Scott's head popped up, "You heard Deaton, it's the only solution."

"That can't be!" Lydia walked toward him, "We can't kill our friend. We always find a way."

"We might not have time for that, Lydia." Scott spoke "Fuck! Do you think I want to kill my best friend?"

"Stiles will never recover from this. You know how much she means to him, how much he loves her."

"I know, fuck! I know."

"He won't let us do it."

"Lydia, please...I know" Scott sighed heavily and dropped his face into his hands.

Stiles reached and gently wiped along your face as you rested back against the chair. You felt exhausted as you sat there bound to the chair, sitting in the silence to let everything finally sink in. That you were the murderer, the person doing all the sacrifices...the killings. Each time that revolution came back to the front of your mind, fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

"It wasn't you," Stiles whispered.

"It was my hands," You spoke with your voice strained. "It was me. God that was the whole reason you found me in the woods isn't it? Covered in blood with the last victim."

Stiles nodded his head, his brown eyes filled with nothing but sympathy and understanding. He knew what you were going through. On some level at least.

You let out another small whimper and closed your eyes tightly, "Can you get some water? Head is starting to hurt."

"Yeah, of course."

Stiles stood quickly and walked towards the sink that was at the back of the room. He grabbed one of the small paper cups and filled it with water before coming back toward you. But when he turned around he saw that you were sitting up straighter. There was a slight smirk on your lips and a gleam in your eyes that made his stomach turn. Your head slowly tilted to the side before your eyes slowly moved over his body.

"Lord, I understand why the lass has such a fascination with you." You spoke, but at the same time, you didn't sound like yourself. "You are cute."

"Y/N?" Stiles asked, taking a small cautious step towards you. Your smirk widened and you slowly shook your head from side to side. Stiles froze, "Geillis."

"Nice to finally meet you," She spoke, tugging on the ropes around her arms. They all snapped with ease and fell to the floor.

Geillis stood up from the chair and began to walk towards Stiles. He stumbled back quickly as he watched with wide eyes, as the chair you once sat on flew across the room, sliding into the handle of the door to lock it. The cup he held dropped from his hand causing the water to spatter to the floor.

"Y/N...Y/N, please...I know that you're in there." Stiles spoke as Geillis slowly backed him into a corner.

Geillis clicked her teeth a few times and shook her head as she listened to Stiles, you whimpered and cried, screaming to leave him alone. As annoying as it was to hear you right at the back of her mind, she enjoyed the panic. Seeing how much the boy in front of her trembled in fear, knowing it made you more scared. How it made you weak.

"Oh, she's here alright." Geillis laughed "It's pathetic. Crying and begging to not hurt you, blah blah blah."

Stiles tried to flinch out of her reach as her finger lightly traced along his cheek, "Mmmmm, too bad you're not pure. It would be delicious to make you the final offering to the All-Father."

"P-Pure?" Stiles asked, looking at her confused. "Because of the Nogitsune?"

She shook her head, "No, no...we both know what I mean...we both know you figured out what type of sacrifice I need." Stiles' face dropped. "Does Y/N know of the little moment you had with Malia at Eichen house?"

Stiles didn't answer. He knew that he shouldn't feel guilty. You two weren't together, it wasn't wrong that Malia was his first. But deep down there was a part of him that regretted it. That he wanted his first time to be with you. But it was like at the moment none of that mattered and the thoughts of you was gone.

"Oh, she knows now." Geillis smirked, "Broke the poor thing's heart."

Geillis took a step back from him and started towards the desk that sat at the other end of the room. Stiles went to move but found himself stuck. He was being held down by an invisible force. He watched as she searched through the table, knowing everything that was worked on earlier was still there. Geillis opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a small item.

"Mmm, knew he would have it," Geillis spoke as she held onto a small vial with wood inside.

Geillis didn't speak a word as she walked towards the back entrance of the clinic, the sound of the lock clicking before she went reached the door. The door swung open with an unknown force. Before she stepped out of the door, Geillis turned towards him.

"For what it's worth, she loves you too."

Stiles fought and watched helplessly as she walked out the door, shouting out after her but to no avail.

You were gone with her.

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toolonghere · 1 year

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Teen Wolf Movie

Yeah, so not unexpectedly, this movie is utter garbage. Like true rotting garbage. I am so mad that during promo they kept touting this as a love letter to the fans. This is not a love letter, it’s complete trash.

I’m sorry Jeff Davis didn’t realize while writing S1 that he wrote Derek Hale as the main character. That he made him interesting and likable, and that the audience instantly fell in love with him. I’m not sorry that his audience didn’t realize Scott was supposed to be the main character.

Derek had an interesting and mysterious backstory, he had amazing chemistry with Stiles, and he actually had a decent character arc.

The fact that the audience loved him more than who Jeff Davis intended and feels was the main character, does not mean he should have been treated this terribly.

Honestly, this movie is the worst trash I’ve ever seen. It forgot basic plot points of its own tv show, like the fact once Derek evolved he didn’t have blue eyes anymore. It introduced a new character and told us absolutely nothing about her. The entire plot made zero sense, I really mean zero sense. Mr. Harris coming back from the dead and having a vendetta against Scott was the dumbest shit. And honestly, Allison coming back from the dead, made no sense either.

The fact that Derek has a 15 year old child with absolutely no explanation as to with who is so weird. That Derek sacrifices himself also makes no sense. Like of all the people there Derek is the person with the least reason in this zero sense plot that should have sacrificed himself. And it is SO cruel, to have him die by fire after his whole family burned to death. There is just so much wrong here, I don’t think I have the words to describe it.

I will say this though, if Jeff Davis thinks killing off Derek Hale, and not having Stiles in the movie at all is going to stop Sterek fans from writing even more Sterek fic he is sorely mistaken. The Sheriff essentially says Derek had feelings for Stiles. He tows the jeep back when it broke down (he helps Stiles after Lydia dumped him), fixes the jeep up and keeps it running (he and Stiles are there for each other and rely on other). If that isn’t a metaphor, I don’t know what is. I predict so much Sterek fic written about them between the last we saw of them in the show and the movie. Also, Eli, basically filled in the comic relief Stiles used to supply (though definitely not as well as Dylan O’Brien), but to me that means Eli is so clearly influenced by Stiles’ sense of humor.

#teen wolf movie #teen wolf movie spoilers #derek hale #i’m big mad #rant #fuck jeff davis #eli stilinski hale #sterek

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wolfboy88 · 1 year

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Year In Review

tagged by @thiamsxbitch and @theoceanismyinkwell

RULES:

post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

The One That I Want: Stiles decides to make it the packs new mission to find Liam a girlfriend so Liam will stop hanging out with Theo but their unaware that Liam and Theo are in a relationship.

The second fic that I ever wrote, the first one for 2022 and one that kinda got me started in wanting to continue writing fan fics. I remember I had the general idea for this fic while I was at work and ended up writing the majority of it while on break over numerous docket sheets then pretty much typed the first draft when I got home that day. It was one of those ones where the story is so vivid in your head and you know if you don’t get it out now you know it’s not gonna be there later. It’s also the reason why I pack a notebook in my backpack now!

Heart of Stone, my Warrior Guardian: Liam inherits an old bungalow from his grandfather that has a life-sized stone statue of a gargoyle perched above the fireplace. But why does the gargoyle keep appearing in his dreams? Are they even dreams or is he losing his mind? And what does the gardener know about it?

My gargoyle au and one of my Halloween/Writober challenge pieces. I was intrigued by the gargoyle prompt and didn’t know if I was actually gonna be able to fill the prompt. I fell the down the rabbit hole of researching gargoyle mythology/architecture and fell in love with legends. I’m really proud of what I accomplished here and of the end result.

Coming Home: It's been almost two weeks since everything went down at the hospital and an injured Theo turns up at Liam's house.

This was basically my first time writing from Theo’s POV as I always tend to favour Liam. I am proud of the balance of restraint I had in this (as sometimes I get to wordy or descriptive) and the blend of emotion and fluff.

The Alpha’s Authority: Scott's wolf is upset with his beta mating Theo and breaking primeval traditions. After seeking advice from Derek and under the influence of his wolf, returns to Beacon Hills to satiate his rampant alpha urges that only his beta can please on the full moon.

The fourth entry in the Dominance & Submission series. This was just basically a little bit of plot and a hell of a lot of smut but it was thanks to a lovely guy commenting and mentioning Dom Scott and it rolled around in my brain until a plot formed and then I spat out 20k’s of smut which is literally the longest thing I’ve ever written.

The Way You Shake & Shiver: Theo is helpless to a pleading beta wolf and ends up at Lydia's Halloween pack party wearing Liam's jersey.

This piece was part of my Halloween challenge I set myself and this was one of those that was just fun to write. Snarky Theo is just a treat, and I don’t know why I haven’t written more from his POV.

your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year:

A Little Less Lonely: my piece for the Liam Dunbar Appreciation Week 2023. I am finding this one a little bit trickier/challenging to finish as it dives into Liam’s IED/mental health. I had wanted to do more pieces for the Liam event but I don’t think I’ll get there and I’m just gonna focus on finishing this one.

The Wolf & His Chimera (working title): dark thiam retelling of S6B although it will basically pick up from the defeat of the Ghost Riders. Currently it’s plotted to be a 6-chapter fic and I have most of it plotted out.

Gargoyle Prequel: to Heart of Stone, my Warrior Guardian, focusing on how Jordan broke the curse on Derek.

After Practice II: another instalment in the Thiam’s Smutty Adventures series and Nolan joins the fun.

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing (or art) over the past year:

1. Planning – I always like to try an outline or a rough idea of where the story is going although sometimes the story goes in a totally different direction anyway, but I find it helps with getting me started at least.

2. Knowing when I need to delete/cut something because it’s not working or is not relevant to the overall story anymore.

3. Being able to know when I’m being too descriptive and I need to par it back

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year:

1. I tend to overuse descriptive words when someone is speaking and I’d like to be able to just you ‘says/said’ more or infuse the speaking into the action maybe.

2. I’d like to branch out and write other ships which is why i’m looking forward to working on the gargoyle prequal but I’d also like to maybe write Mason/Corey or Scott/Isaac

and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

Um, I just gonna go with this one from Coming Home because I feel it sums up Thiam perfectly:

And for the second time tonight, the beta’s managed to throw him off centre and knock the wind from his lungs. Theo shakily places the beta’s hands onto his hips, and they gaze at each other knowingly. They don’t need to speak or use words, just communicate with their eyes. It works for them and it’s just easier that way, emotions and feelings are overrated anyway.

Tagging @blue-runt @maplefire18 @sterekshipper-writer

and anyone else who wants to participate.

But no pressure only if you wanna!

#tag games #year in review #fanfiction #my writing #thiam

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Sterek Beast's Beauty?

Okay! Yes!

@annechen-melo

Beast’s Beauty is a WIP I started…. Seven years ago? Directly after Mend and Make Do was published. Initial file was over 200k when I realized I was trying to hold too many plot lines together and had to go back to the beginning and untangle them to even begin to *find* a resolution. Current wip is broken down into an astonishing number of ‘keep your facts straight’ folders, with four completed chapters and four interlude chapters. Word count for revision is 63,952.

The overall plot started as a simple, “I want Erica and Stiles to be childhood besties who fell apart after his mom dies. Erica goes missing due to a shitty prank and Stiles drags Scott into the Epic Quest To Find Her. Werewolves happen, maybe some beauty and the beast references.”

…I attempted a summary but I keep getting excited and going into waaay too much detail lmao so bare bones of the revision: Stiles finds Erica, they get trapped on the old Hale property, despite the way the house itself should have burned down with the entire family inside years ago. Erica’s bitten, Stiles is sleuthing, Derek is traumatized and entirely unhelpful, and for some reason the pictures of his family keep... moving. Slow burn for Sterek, since Derek thinks Stiles Knows Things because He Should, but Stiles has holes in his memory and doesn’t know shit, and has zero patience for the cryptic bullshit. Also the whole, ‘biting as an introductory activity’ thing. Bad manners, really. So. An awful lot of beauty and the beast, actually.

Side plots are exploring Chris/John (the sheriff is john. He just is.) with the fun backstory of “they were in a triad with Claudia but then Kate Happened and Gerard Intervened” while Chris tries to help locate the missing kids while keeping his father at bay. Lydia keeps sleepwalking to the edge of the woods, Jackson’s trying to keep her safe from both herself and her father, who seems cruel for the sake of it. Hale family isn’t as missing as Stiles thinks. Stiles would really like to blame all the weird shit he keeps experiencing on the adderall withdrawal but he hasn’t touched that since his mom died. He’s pretty sure being able to spy on his dad through a glass of water is maybe not a noted side effect, either. Scott’s attempting to be a good friend but makes bad choices because he is a teenager. Allison’s trying to be helpful, but also thinks her aunt is great. Her aunt, who seems to be entirely too aware of what’s going on the in preserve, and a little too keen on Scott.

There is. A lot. It is messy and I love it dearly and I have no fucking idea how I’m gonna wrap this all together so it’s been sitting in the ‘please love me’ section of the WiPs. Re-reading through bits and pieces to find a chunk to share was fun, though. I didn’t realize I missed this disaster project so much.

Speaking of finding a snippet, I went with something in chapter 4. And by snippet I meant its like a thousand words because I have a problem and don’t know how to do Small Things, so I’ll tuck that under a cut. (Also entirely unedited from the last time I played in this sandbox so. Probably errors.)

“Alright, dickweed,” Stiles announced, barreling into the kitchen. “Time to—

Shadowman leaned against the island, head flying up from where he’d let it hang between his sloped shoulders. One hand shot out to slam a small frame flat against the countertop, laying atop it as though it could right itself without permission, as he stood tall, eyes wild.

“—Pony up some… what the hell, dude? What’s that?”

“None of your business. You shouldn’t be down here, she asked you to stay.”

Stiles pursed his mouth to one side, resisting the urge to squint across the room. He changed trajectory, letting his feet wander him around the far side of the island. “See, that, that right there? That’s kind of the running theme. You know things,” he swept a hand out in a grand gesture, noting the way Shadowman shifted to one side to keep Stiles in view, “things us mere mortals don’t—”

“Mere mortals.”

“‘Swhat I said, yeah. Point! You know, we don’t, you don’t share with the class, and I’m not digging this whole routine at all, man, so let’s try something new, like, oh, I don’t know,” he slapped his hands down on the edge of the island.

Shadowman’s fingers, splayed across the frame, twitched closer to his palm.

“Werewolves, for starters.”

Silence hung over the room. Stiles counted his breaths, forcing his hands flat against the countertop. Cloth swished as Shadowman went boxy, arms crossing over his chest. That sardonic slant to his mouth came back, a tiny upward pull of his brows sprinkling humor on top. “Took you long enough, Stilinski.”

“Oh fuck you, dude,” Stiles shoved himself away from the counter, only to immediately press around the corner and get into the taller man’s face. “You could’ve told us at any point in time—”

“I did,” Shadowman drawled, not acknowledging Stiles’ flailing limbs at all. “Repeatedly. She ignored me. You ignored me. You,” he took a step closer, forcing Stiles back enough to be able to look up the last few inches into his face. “Repeatedly told me you were both human.” He snorted, inelegant.

“Okay, first off, I? Am one hundred percent human.” Stiles waved a hand down his side. “This is prime unbitten human, right here.” He decided to be the bigger man and ignore the blatant way Shadowman rolled his eyes. “Second, your explanation was severely lacking in that it had zero actual explaining. At all. Ever. At any point. Don’t you take that tone of eyebrow with me,” he added, watching as Shadowman’s eyebrows did a funny little waggle as he mouthed Stiles’ words.

“Werewolves,” Stiles snapped, determined to wring out every ounce of information he could. “That’s a thing. Erica is a wolf.” He paused, staring pointedly at Shadowman until he nodded. “Erica is a werewolf because you are a werewolf, and you bit her. That’s the gift you mean. Being changed.” Another nod. “All the weird shit she’s doing is werewolfy shit. The senses, the healing— she’s gonna heal fine, right?”

“Yes, and yes, Mi—” Exasperation cut off in a clack of teeth. “Do you honestly not know this?”

“Uh, why the fuck would I know literally any of this? Was there a class I missed? Like, is it between Chem and History? No, I don’t know any of this!”

Shadowman gave ground instead of answering, retreating back to the kitchen table, expression indecipherable.

Rookie mistake. In a flash, Stiles wrenched the abandoned frame upright. Whatever he might have expected, he honestly didn’t know, but time fractured around the edges as he took her in. Long, wavy brown hair around an oval face. Huge, startled eyes swirled with brown and green. A sloping nose over a horrified, opened mouth. Parts of a whole his mind slipped over, again and again, unable to click sections together.

The frame clattered back to the counter from his numb fingers. Stiles hunched over, hands shooting up to press into his skull. They couldn’t stop the abrupt flashes of red hot iron scraping along the inside of his brain; the pressure made it close to manageable.

“Mischief—” A man’s voice, far off and distorted, hands on his shoulders. “Stel? What—” the words broke down into unintelligible hisses. Stiles whined. Every sound rubbed against the raw edges of his head.

The headache drained away in small bursts, leaving him panting against the island. Shadowman hovered a few feet away, the frame cradled in one hand. Both forearms carried new black tattoos, snaking around each other in broad ropes.

“I have… so many more questions now,” Stiles muttered. He gave himself three deep breaths before forcing himself to stand, more than half convinced the movement would jar the pickax in his brain back to life.

It didn’t, but the memory made his movement cautious. He held out one hand, as imperious as he could manage with wobbly legs. “Give it back.”

Dark brows snapped together.

Stiles’ jaw clenched and his nose flared. “It’s pretty obvious you know more than I’ve even thought to ask yet,” he started, voice a low rasp in his throat. “Don’t think we won’t get to that, wolfboy, because we will.” The flinch looked unconscious, and was deeply satisfying to witness. “But first, give her back.”

Those stupid brows slid up, Shadowman's mouth falling open, even as his eyes darted around the room. His hand, though, held the frame closer to his chest. “Her?”

Stiles snorted, closing his eyes for a beat, hands on his hips as he tried to roll some of the tension from his neck. “You wanna play that game, man? Okay. Cool. We can do this dance. I know her.” It rang in his chest as he said it, so he said it again. “I know her. I know she’s about this tall,” he held a hand out to the side, above his shoulders. “I know she’s got a mole on the left side of her face, and tattoo. Tattoos? I know she smells like paint and fire,” he couldn’t stop once he started, even as the pickax turned into a power drill at the top of his spine. Despite the water in his eyes and the rocks squeezing his voice he added, “I know she makes me think of chocolate and playgrounds and stars, and I know that I don’t fucking know how I know any of that, but I’m beginning to think you do, so give her back.”

This time, when he reached out, Shadowman met him stare for stare. This time, the silence stretched until Stiles’ extended hand began to tremble. This time, mouth thin, Shadowman dropped his eyes to the side and pressed the body-warmed frame into Stiles’ grip.

#Sterek #tag game #mommatalks #annechen-melo #asks #Oh my god I missed this wip so much?? It’s SO much better than I remember?? Still no idea what the fuck to do with it im 63k in an i havent #fucking even DONE anything yet #they’ve been in this house for like two days! Why is this so LONG #i have an entire second wip somewhere (might be IN this wip actually) about the Chris and john and Claudia shit #that is. Also like 60k #Thank you for sending this ask! Poking back through this story has made my entire day lmao

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redmoonfever · 1 year

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One of the reasons I think Scott and Allison’s love was so strong despite their age is the examples of romantic love in Scott’s life. The only real examples he has had through his childhood is his parents, Stiles’ parents and Stiles/Lydia. His parents are divorced and visibly dislike each other (on Melissa’s part anyway), Claudia’s gone and it’s obvious how much that broke the Sheriff, and Lydia doesn’t even know Stiles exists.

I feel like, to Scott, Allison is proof that romantic love can exist and it’s something he can have and that’s why they fell so hard and he never really got over her.

#only exception by paramore is their song #Allison argent #scallison #teen wolf #scott mccall

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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Pairing: Steo

Warnings: some angst

Words: 3491

Prompt: These are the Lies by The Cab from @voidstilesplease

Ao3 link

These are the Lies

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He didn’t want to be here.

Theo did not want to fucking be here. He’s grown to love the pack, don’t get him wrong. Ever since coming back from hell and helping save Stiles from the Hunt, the chimera has learned the benefit of having a proper pack. After proving his worth, Theo was more or less welcomed with open arms. Open arms that were at the ready for the human that night almost a year ago now. Arms that fell by Theo’s side watching Stiles- his ex-boyfriend, the break up happened right before Tara yanked him down to hell- run right into Lydia’s.

Yeah, that fucking hurt.

A lot.

The moment the Hunt and the lowenmensch were taken care of, Theo shifted into his wolf and took the fuck off for a few hours.

It didn’t get any better when Stiles went off to be an intern at the FBI. Asking to still be friends because there's no reason not to be. Yeah, that only made the wolf and coyote inside the chimera all the more anguished. Devastated. Clawing at his insides with no chance of reprieve in sight. It was awful. Theo was an absolute menace to be around. He can admit that.

Yet the pack was still there for him.

The sheriff wrangled the chimera into helping him with a case because his aptitude is level with Stiles’ and still keeps him around. Theo even works at the vet’s office with Deaton in his free time. It was enough for him to be able to uphold the house the Dread Doctors procured for him. Turns out the deed was in his name, so now he just has to pay to keep it. The chimera gets by, taking classes online to start earning a degree. He wants to be a nurse and help people for a change.

He started to get better. Mostly. At least, he’d convinced himself he was. Lied to himself. The sting of Stiles not only being gone but with someone else was ever present. It more so just became such a chronic ache, that Theo didn’t notice as much. Living with something for so long, you just expect it to be there.

Then he met Riley. A guy from his pharmacology class that completely hit Theo out of left field. The chimera wasn’t looking for someone to start a relationship with and he certainly didn’t want a rebound either. Theo was honestly starting to wonder if just being alone- romantically- was best for him. Riley had other plans. So the chimera lied to himself again.

In hindsight, Theo realizes every single mistake in the relationship. The relationship itself being the biggest one of all. He wasn’t ready, far from it, but he dove in head first at Liam’s nudge to not deny himself happiness. The other was Riley. God, if there was anyone who could pass as Stiles, it was him. Tall, dark brown hair, and honey eyes that just floor you like his smile wasn’t gorgeous enough. Rather than moles peppering his skin, he had freckles sprinkled along his nose and cheeks over beautiful sun-kissed skin.

Riley was beautiful, there’s no denying that, and the chimera really did like him.

It just all comes back to the point that Theo wasn’t ready.

Seven months down the drain and one very heartbroken human adding to Theo’s wanting to just be alone.

Meaning that as much as he loves the pack, a weekend getaway at a cabin in the Colorado mountains belonging to Derek Hale was the absolute last place Theo wanted to be. It would be nice to see Mason and Corey again, having just graduated high school, they went straight to college across the country. Liam and Scott were the only ones who stayed in Beacon Hills with him. But he was told that everyone from the pack was coming. As in, Stiles and Lydia would be making the trip too.

The chimera really doesn’t want to see the two lovebirds. All googoo eyes and the touchy feely. Theo can’t fucking handle it. He’ll snap. Or burst. Or just fucking combust. And he doesn’t want to do any of those things. Because even though Stiles isn’t with him, Theo still cares about the human immensely. He won’t be rude or cruel. Not to Stiles. Lydia certainly doesn’t deserve it either. But that doesn’t make a difference really to his scarred heart.

Who’s he kidding? His heart isn’t scared. It’s still flayed wide open and bleeding for the whole world to see. Having to spend the weekend in a cabin with the couple is sure to add more wounds than Theo can take. There comes a point where beaten becomes broken and he can’t afford to break.

A knock on his driver’s side window startles the chimera, a muffled, “hey, you made it,” coming through the glass.

Theo’s an Atheist, that much is true. But whoever, or whatever the fuck is in charge of the universe just smite him right here and now. Because when the chimera turns to see who managed to get the jump on him, he finds Stiles outside of his car. His jeep certainly wasn’t here when Theo got here, at least he thought it wasn’t. Pinching his brows, he looks behind the human, finding the dusty blue vehicle hidden behind several other cars.

How did Theo not notice he was already here? Was he really in his head that much?

“It’s cold as hell, man,” Stiles says a little louder, the chimera’s blue eyes snapping back to him. “Let’s go inside. Scott said something about a bonfire.”

Theo doesn’t even know how long he’s been sitting here in his truck trying to psyche himself up to go in. Fuck's sake. Okay. The chimera takes his keys out of the ignition and grabs his bag. Pulling the door handle, Stiles steps back to give him space to get out. Theo is almost positive he’s swallowed his own tongue because no words come out as he just looks at the human.

Stiles takes his hands out of his hoodie pocket, “it’s good to see you,” he looks like he’s prepared to hug the chimera but stops himself. Choosing instead to shove his hands back in the pocket. “You good?”

The chimera takes a breath, needing some sanity or something. Fucking anything. He’ll take one singular word if that’s all he can muster. “Y-,” Theo clears his throat, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m good,” the lie singes his tongue. Stiles leans towards the cabin door with a small smile. Theo gets the hint and walks with him. “How are you?” He mostly asks to be polite. Small talk or whatever you want to call it.

The itch to shift and run is already taking hold of the hair raising on the back of Theo’s neck.

“I’m good,” Stiles’ smile can be heard even though Theo’s too busy staring at his own feet as they walk to actually see it. Or the door to the cabin- honestly, call it a fucking house, the place isn’t small- being opened, laughter and conversation poking at his eardrums. “We were waiting till you got here to pick rooms, so just put your bag with the others,” the human gestures towards the pile by the stairs.

Theo does as told, trying to take small, calculated breaths through his nose to get as little of Stiles’ scent as possible as they head towards the kitchen. The freshly baked cinnamon rolls and burnt parchment paper is like a goddamn drug to him. Liam is digging around in the fridge when they reach the room. Mason and Corey are leaning against the island where Scott and Lydia are seated on bar stools.

“Theo!” Corey yells, smiling brightly and all but yanking himself out of his boyfriend’s arm to round the island and crash into Theo.

“Shit,” the chimera grunts as the other boy squeezes him really tightly. Stiles quietly clears his throat and takes a small step to the side. If Theo were to have hugged the human outside, they’d still be standing there. Because if the chimera were to get his arms around Stiles, there’s not a single thing that would get him to let go. “Hey, Corey,” Theo sighs, close to contentedly, wrapping his arms around the other chimera.

The Alpha gets up too, “glad you made it,” Scott claps his shoulder seeing as Corey still hasn’t let him go yet.

“I was told something about a bonfire?” Theo asks, wanting to very much be outside in the fresh air where Stiles’ scent won’t seem as potent to him.

Corey jumps back, “yeah! We’re gonna make s’mores too!”

A genuine smile forms on Theo’s face, “you’re still just a pup, aren’t you?” He teases the other chimera, ruffling his hair. Corey playfully smacks his hand away. “You get it started yet?” Theo asks the Alpha.

“We were waiting for you,” Mason informs him, waving lighter fluid around and long matchsticks.

Perfect. “Hand it over,” the chimera catches the items easily, “I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” Anything to get him out of this kitchen, he returns the nice smile Lydia gives him. Just because the banshee has Stiles’ heart doesn’t mean that he hates her.

“Thanks dude,” Scott smiles, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder towards a sliding glass door. “The wood is already out there. We’ll get the food and stuff ready.”

The chimera nods, shooting a half wave half salute at Liam’s nod towards him when he removes himself from the fridge with a can of sprite in his hand. Theo, at an absolutely normal pace, heads out the door to the back yard. Fuck you, no he didn’t flee the scene.

He totally fucking did.

Growing up with the Dread Doctors had one benefit outside of being mostly a supernatural creature. There is very little that Theo doesn’t know. Starting a fire is something he’d learned how to do at a very young age. The Doctors claimed it was no different than a normal boy being in the boy scouts. The chimera snorts to himself as he places some kindling at the bottom of the pit. It was nothing like the fucking boy scouts.

When he starts squirting some lighter fluid on the higher portions of the wood, the back door slides open again. Warm, gooey cinnamon rushes his nose and Theo salivates.

“Need any help?” Stiles asks with a nervous tick to his heart.

Placing the bottle on a small iron table far enough away from where the fire will be, Theo faces the human. He can’t prevent the smile at the sight his enhanced senses allow him to see. Stiles standing behind one of the lawn chairs with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, gently biting his lip to match the nerves in his pulse.

His smile turns into a grin when he strikes one of the matches and tosses it into the kindling, flames engulfing the bottom of the wood. “I think I got it, but thanks.” Theo chuckles, watching fire lick its way up the line of lighter fluid to keep the fire growing. Once it catches fully, the chimera sits in the chair behind him, trying to be comfortable, but he doesn’t know what to do with himself. So he rests his elbows in his knees, hanging his hands between them.

It’s like having Stiles this close to him makes it harder to breathe. To think. To function like a normal human being. Well, a normal supernatural being, but whatever. The chimera is acutely aware of Stiles rounding the chair beside him, a corner of the blanket brushing Theo’s arm as he passes to sit down.

“How’s nursing school?” Stiles asks, tucking his legs under him, clinging to the blanket in his fingers.

“It’s uh, it’s good,” Theo tries to smile, but it was a really poor attempt. He’s supposed to be smoother than this. He’s supposed to be able to have a fucking conversation with the one person whose voice the chimera could listen to for hours. Theo’s stronger than this goddammit. He huffs a laugh, deciding to try for the banter that is always so easy for them, “are you leading any investigations yet?”

“I got close,” Stiles sounds like he’s saying in defense.

Theo actually laughs, “of course you did.”

“I was like two seconds away from convincing them,” the human surmises, “but not even name dropping Scott’s dad helped once my supervisor walked in. She shut that shit down.” Theo looks over to see a sly grin on the human’s face. “I was still the only intern ever allowed to be brought on the field though.”

“Why am I not even a little surprised?”

They both laugh, Stiles’ fluttering right into Theo’s heart like a melody. The air shifts, weighing heavily on the chimera. Dating life is usually the next portion of small talk and Theo can’t ask about that. He’s grateful enough that they weren’t wrapped around one another while they were all standing in the kitchen. Having to hear Stiles talk about being with Lydia will be no better than a knife to the heart.

“So, when is Riley meant to show up?” Stiles’ voice slices through the thick fog of tension the chimera could feel surrounding them.

“We broke up.”

“How come?” Stiles seeps empathy and something like surprise, “I thought you really liked him.”

So did Theo, for a time. “You really want to know?” The chimera debates on some half assed excuse. He doesn’t really want to open that door right now. But Stiles nods, his features soft and kind. Theo breaks a little, sighing, “I was lying to myself.” Digging his grave further, he adds, “thinking that I could be happy with anyone else.”

Stiles matches his sigh, looking at the fire, no doubt realizing exactly what those words meant. “It seemed like you were happy.”

“I guess I’m just a really good liar,” the chimera scoffs, “I’ve been doing it long enough now.” Theo rubs his jaw, unable to hide his vexation. “It’s just a matter of time until the lies I tell myself are actually true.” Yet another lie. There’s nothing that could make Stiles not being his a reality Theo can live with.

“What do you mean? Theo, what lies?”

The chimera gnaws his lip, breaking the dam, “that I’m okay seeing you with Lydia because I’m totally fine just being your friend.” The word tastes like poison on Theo’s tongue. “That I don’t care in the slightest that you’re not sleeping alone because I’m one hundred percent sleeping perfectly fine without you by my side. That I’m not still in love with you when you’re with someone else.” When Theo looks up, there’s tears in the human’s eyes too. “Those lies, Stiles.”

“Theo-”

“I almost didn’t show up,” the chimera cuts him off, eyes burning with the need to dispel the trapped tears blurring his vision. But somehow his voice stays strong, “did you know that? I almost didn’t come to what’s supposed to be a fun, pack weekend just so I wouldn’t have to see you and Lydia together.” Theo scoffs, rubbing his hands together and hanging his head, shaking it causes a few tears to slip out onto the grass.

“Wait, what?” Stiles sputters, the chimera can see him sit up in his chair from the corner of his eye. “Theo we-”

“You know,” Theo cuts him off again with a laugh, facing him again. Not trying to be rude, but fuck, he can’t stop talking now. “There was this one time Riley had been nervous about this job interview he had and I about had a panic attack because he rubbed the side of his jaw while licking his lip exactly like you do.” The chimera plays with his fingers, “yeah, I froze. Just sat there and the entire time all I could see was you. I should’ve been paying attention to someone else but you were right fucking there in front of me. But I knew I couldn't ever have you back because you’re head over heels for Lydia and I-”

“Theo!” Stiles is in his lap. Stiles is in. His. Lap. Why the fuck is Stiles in his lap? The human is cupping his cheeks, straddling his legs. On instinct, the chimera’s hands find their place on Stiles’ thighs. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

Wonderful question, Stiles. Too bad that you took Theo’s means of answering by pressing your mouth to his. And the chimera’s brain kind of just…stops. Everything stops. The crackling fire no longer makes its way into his ears. Theo can’t feel the slight bite to the chill from the breeze of the night. Because Stiles is fucking kissing him.

Why the fuck is Stiles kissing him?

Ignoring the immensely irritated wolf and coyote in his chest, Theo breaks the kiss, biting off a whine at the small, whimpered moan from Stiles. “What?” It’s the only word the chimera can think of to articulate.

“Theo, Lydia and I broke up six months ago,” the other boy tells him, dropping his hands to Theo’s chest. “You’re not the only one who almost didn’t show up today. I didn’t want to come because I didn’t want to see you and Riley together. But then you showed up alone and I-” Stiles breaks off with a huff, avoiding his gaze. “And I don’t know what.”

To be honest, Theo hadn’t really heard much after ‘Lydia and I broke up’ and a stupid grin begins to form on his face to really drive the point home. All signs pointing to something the chimera’s only dreamed of happening again. Stiles is in his lap, telling him he’s single, and fucking kissed him! “What exactly are you saying here?” Theo asks, allowing the last shreds of doubt crawl their way out of his system, though the smile stays in place.

“I know the distance would probably be hard, but,” Stiles looks back up at him, “but I don’t think I can be happy with anyone else either.”

His fingers twitch around the human’s thighs with the urge to squeeze. If hearts could sing, Theo’s would be a whole damn choir. “Bold of you to assume that I wouldn’t go back to Virginia with you,” the chimera teases. The sheriff is a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for and from what Theo’s seen, a total badass on the field. He can certainly handle supernatural cases on his own. And the chimera can get a job at any shelter or vet’s office if he wanted to. There’s surely nursing schools in every state too.

“I’m not going to ask you to uproot everything for me, Theo,” Stiles retorts.

“You are absolutely going to progress in the FBI, there’s no way you won’t. Meaning the other side of the country is your life now.” There isn’t really anything to uproot for him and Theo tells him that much. “My home is with you,” the chimera assures him, “your dad and the pack have been great to me, but that’s not the same. Not even close. My roots are wherever your beautiful head is. If that’s what you’re telling me you want. Is that what you want?”

Stiles’ eyes well up with tears, but he smells nowhere near upset. “So fucking much,” he admits, grabbing the side of Theo’s face and slamming their mouths together again.

The sliding glass door opens and the chimera can’t find the care to pull himself away. Not when Stiles is finally his again. Instead, he smiles into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Stiles to keep him close.

“Oh. My. God,” Mason mutters.

“Hey, you guys got the fire,” Scott starts off strong, slowing his words, “kissing.” That gets Theo to pull back, laughing as he goes. “So you guys are finally back together?” The Alpha sounds excited.

“I told you I was going to get him back if he showed up,” Stiles states, playfully rolling his eyes at the wolf before flashing Theo a grin. The human shifts, moving around until he’s no longer straddling Theo’s waist and is more curled up in the chair with him.

“Wait, you knew?” The chimera asks, facing Scott who’s sporting a pleased, smug expression while he nods.

Adding to the chimera’s amazement, Lydia joins the group as they take their seats around the bonfire. “Why do you think we broke up?” The banshee purses her lips, but there’s no heat to it, rather her all knowing stare. “It was pretty clear that he wasn’t over you. We’re much better as friends anyway. So you better treat him right, or I’m gonna make myself a fur coat, got it?”

Chuckling softly, “yes ma’am,” the chimera says, kissing Stiles’ hair.

Theo’s really happy he’s here.

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #Match Writes

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