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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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I recently started reading about werewolf stiles and I was wondering if you could do a werewolf stiles x male reader, please and thank you

Werewolf Stiles Stilinski x male reader

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Ive never read too many werewolf Stiles fics, as I mainly read Spark Stiles stuff, but its an interesting idea, so I hope you enjoy this.

It’s been a while since I watched the show, so there might be parts about werewolf culture I forgot.

There are many ways Stiles could have been bitten, but lets assume its later on after everything with the Nogitsune and the chimeras. Its most likely Scott that bites him to save his life or something like that.

Because he killed people as the Nogitsune, and maybe other times I can’t remember, he would have blue eyes instead of yellow. Since he has so much experience with other people being bitten, he’s probably more on top of his own transformation.

If it was in the show, there would probably be a whole plot about Stiles becoming something else when he was bitten, because its Stiles, why wouldn’t he. But let’s just say the transformation went as it was meant to go.

Hes still is loud sassy self, but with a lot more wolf and dog jokes. You have to expect to hear the joke about you putting him in a collar at least once a week, or making him sleep in the doghouse.

Stiles struggles with his new urges and senses for a while, especially how much how loves your scent and can’t seem to get enough of you. Even before his bite, Stiles was a clingy lover, but afterwards it gets even worse.

He doesn’t even seem to notice he does it. Stiles will hang out at your place and splay across your bed, burying his face into your sheets and pillow and roll around. Or you go to his place, where he absentmindedly makes you wear his clothes to get his scent on you.

Stiles notices how he wants you provide for you more, it starts out small like bringing you small snacks or letting you borrow his jacket, but it becomes bringing you a whole ass deer after a full moon, much to the pack’s entertainment.

You are his person, if that makes sense. If he’s losing himself during a shift, he thinks about you to get himself back under control. Just the idea of hurting you makes his entire body and soul ache, and it’s the last thing he would ever want to do.

That might also result in Stiles hiding away from you the days before a full moon, just in case, as his needs and urges get stronger and stronger. Let’s just say he’s had to buy a lot of new pants as his claws keep tearing holes in his usual ones, as he has to grip his thigh from doing anything.

Has caught himself almost biting you on multiple occasions, like if you guys are cuddling or getting a little more intimate and Stiles finds himself scraping his teeth across your neck. His instincts howl for him to bite and mark you, but he’s so terrified of the idea that he almost falls out of the bed.

Stiles being Stiles would bury himself in research to try and understand why his urges are so God damn strong, as other wolves he’s met haven’t been so bad when it comes to their lover.

He ends up having to tuck his tail between his legs and go to other members of the pack with more experience, most likely Derek, or Peter, as his research doesn’t end up with much.

Peter would have a good laugh at his situation, and Derek would just raise a brow with a small “huh, makes sense” much to Stiles’s annoyance. He ends up getting the werewolf version of the birds and the bees, and the whole talk about true mates, and he ends up sitting in his car just thinking this all sounds like one of those trashy werewolf romance books.

Assuming you are an average human, it would take a bit for Stiles to tell you, and you probably have to force it out of him cuz he’s avoiding you. Stiles again being Stiles, would feel like he doesn’t deserve you or that you can do so much better, so he doesn’t wanna force a bond on you.

He needs reassurance that you still love him, especially after he’s become a werewolf. After a long talk, Stiles returns to his lovable clingy self, but he won’t allow himself to bond you until you guys get older, even though he truly wants too.

I can imagine it gets so bad that he wears something like a tooth guard so he can’t accidentally bite your neck in the heat of the moment, cuz he wants you both to build your careers or educations before you get “wolf married” as he calls it.

During a full moon, he also always finds himself by your place, be it crawling in through your window or just hovering in the shadows nearby. You gets used to the feeling of him watching you when he’s wolfed out, and you’ll easily find his glowing blue eyes when you learn where to look.

Like I said earlier, a scent beast. You’ll cat him snuffling and sniffing you on the regular, and it probably reaches the point he can smell the changes in your hormones, so if you ever feel a little hot under the collar you just know he’s gonna smell it too.

After being bitten he also gets more comfortable with his body and appearance, since running around during the full moon ends with him naked more times than he doesn’t. The bite also made him muscle up, at least somewhat, which he appreciates too.

When his old flannels don’t fit on him anymore cuz of the sudden growth spurt, he gives them all to you to wear or do with as you please. If they fit, that’s the easiest way to make him buckle for you.

All in all, he’s still as much of a sweetheart as if he wasn’t a werewolf, now he just has a lot of new urges and instincts that catch him off guard every now and then. Stiles would always carry some guilt for mixing you deeper into the supernatural world, even if you were already part of it, but he also can’t ever imagine living without you.

So, make sure to reassure him that you love him and will stay by his side. If you end up some kind of supernatural being too, the guilt lessens, but its Stiles were talking about, he’s always got some kind of thing going on.

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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YOUR HAZE. void stiles

about. bodies upon bodies surrounding a tree trunk, the nogistune sitting in the center of the stump, and she suddenly finds solace in those familiar amber eyes

includes. DARK CONTENT 18+ fem!vampire!reader, told in 3rd person, heavy manipulation, oral (fem receiving), 'sweet' void tehe, void is a munch

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She smells his scent before anything else.

A soft musk mixed with a gourmand, unique to Stiles and Stiles only. She can’t smell his emotions, not in the way that Scott or Malia can. Her sense of smell has yet to reach that point, and none of them are even aware if it could reach that point. But she knows by the almost sickly-sweet scent of sweat that densely covers his pleasant aroma that he’s nervous, maybe anxious about something.

The thought increases her speed as she attempts to get closer to him, pushing through the thick trees.

Then comes the rot mixed with rainwater. A scent unique to Void. It makes her nose wrinkle, the mix entirely too strong, abusing her senses as her eyes begin to water the closer she gets, a slowness to her approach now.

She’s on guard at this point, understanding that if he’s so out in the open like this, it’s because he wanted her to find him. She doesn’t bother stepping around the branches, perhaps trying to convince herself that she’s not fearful of the spirit that has possessed her boyfriend.

Yet she’s cautious, even before she smells the blood.

It hits her nose a little too late, right when she turns to enter the clearing and she sees the bodies laying around the tree stump. Dozens of them, scattered around the base of the stump, most of them dead but her attentive ears, definitely her better sense, pick up on a few slow heartbeats.

He sits in the center, legs crossed like her and Stiles would sit as kids, before she was like this and before he was like this. He looks pleased with himself, a slight smile on his lips as he watches her wandering eyes.

When they land on him, narrowed and angry, Void pretends to be unhappy. She knows he’s enjoying this.

His head tilts, he pouts. “Why so upset? This is all for you.” His arms spread out wide and he grins, like he’s presenting a desired present to her.

And maybe it is, deep down inside she feels her insides churn with excitement. She’s never had a feast presented in front of her like this before, instead spending her years desperately trying to tether herself to control and strict moderation for the sake of everyone around her.

With Stiles, it was easier to do that. He was her anchor, keeping her sane and from digging her sharpened pearly whites into his freckled neck, even when he bit his nails until she got a whiff of how tantalizing his blood was.

But Stiles was gone, and he had been for weeks now. Each day, she felt herself slipping more and more, slowly giving more and more into temptation until she ended up here: Considering the offering laid before her.

She wants to fight it, she tries to fight, insults and self brags about how much stronger she is than him, how she absolutely refuses to give into temptation and that is what true strength is.

Her nails, newly filed as she picked up nail care as another distraction from the way she craved something she couldn’t have, dig into her palm as she speaks. Her breathing increases with each word, chest rising and falling rapidly, usually slow heart rate picking up just enough to remind her of when she was human.

She thinks she has it under control. She does have it under control.

But she still finds herself at her knees before what looks like Stiles, but she has to consistently remind herself that this isn’t Stiles.

Stiles wouldn’t look so proud as she digs her fangs into the first neck, veins bursting from the puncturing of her teeth, sweet and almost tangy blood meeting her lips. It’s her first drink from the source since her turning, and it’s fucking delicious. It makes her head spin. It makes her want more.

Her moan is muffled, but still loud enough for both of them to hear it. It’s oddly sensual, a sexual tone to it, heavily present mostly in the way the sound lifts up at the end.

Her eyebrows push together as she cringes at herself for a second, then she inhales, pulling more blood into her mouth, and nothing else matters except the red liquid that slides down her through.

“There you go,” Stiles coos from above her, the stiff sound of clothing against wood as he stands.

But this isn’t Stiles.

She has to remind herself of that when Void comes to join her. Because Stiles wouldn’t get on his knees beside her, push her hair to the side, and gently kiss her own neck as she drains another body.

His nose brushes against her skin as he speaks. “You feel how warm it is? Better than those cold blood bags they give you, isn’t it? This is what I can give you.” The words are growled into her trapezius, his teeth scraping the thin layer of skin through each syllable.

Her eyes close, she melts into the combined warmth of Stiles and the blood entering her mouth. But this isn’t Stiles. She tries to shake herself awake, she tries to pull from him, repeating the words in her head even as she gulps down pints of life force.

He senses her hesitation, his hand cupping the side of her neck as his lips brush her earlobe. “He won’t know about this,” he tells her. She takes a breath, considers.

Stiles wouldn’t do this.

But Stiles would wrap his arm around her in the way that Void does. Stiles would bring her lips to his with a soft touch of her cheek, and he would kiss her like he’s devouring her.

She blames it on the new amount of energy coursing through her body. She blames her willingness to give into Void’s kisses and touches on the different blood mixing in her system, a second body in her grasp before she even realizes it, the addition giving her a rush she’s never felt in her life.

If it weren’t for the bodies she’d already consumed, and the ones she has left, she wouldn’t have let Void lay her back on the stump and spread her legs.

It’s what she tells herself, trying to comfort the guilt and agony on her own. But she can’t comfort it on her own, she needs Stiles. Or Scott. Or Lydia. But they’re not here. They’re away in their homes, trying to come up with another solution to bring their best friend back, while she lets the shell of him pull her pants off and push her shirt up.

They’re contriving yet another plan that might be the one to finally end it all while she takes the wrist in front of her face, sucking at the two holes already created, jagged from a puncture that isn’t her own teeth. The uneven circular shape makes it harder for her to get a steady pull from the veins. She has to concentrate to even get the first amount out, but concentrating is difficult whenever Void starts to suck on her clit.

She doesn’t remember her pants coming off, nor her panties. She tries looking for them, hoping to find the dark denim in the night, but her vision is blurred. It’s like she’s drunk, a sensation she hasn’t felt since before her turning.

Void inserting two fingers into her cunt doesn’t help her vision. The intrusion is welcomed, her walls used to the feeling of the long digits. Her gummy walls swallow in the familiarity, and instead of rejecting the unaccustomed aspects of the action, she takes it.

The foreign way his fingers curl reminds her of the stark contrasts between the two entities, previously viewed in a light that made her nauseous as an intense sweep of emotions almost knocked her off of her feet.

Void adds a third finger. It’s unexpected, a little disjointed, but it’s a pleasant shock. A wanted surprise. It feels good, and she hates to admit it.

She turns back to the arm in front of her.

Her teeth are sunken in, her lips pressed to the warm skin, and as Void digs his fingers deeper inside of her, a deep groan comes from within her. Her stained canines tear through the skin, creating two long slits that allow blood to freely gush out of them.

It’s messy, both the way Void brings her to her peak and the way the blood flows out around her mouth.

His lips, now added into the already complicated equation, slip and slide along her most sensitive parts, a precision that makes her wonder if he’d picked this action up from Stiles, but a lack of accuracy that makes her feel as if he’s doing this for his own pleasure. She can’t help but briefly think about how much joy Stiles gets from this action, how he always loses himself when his head is between her legs. It’s something they have in common, something that puts Void a little closer to Stiles. And although it shouldn’t, it comforts her. It tells her that her boyfriend is somewhere in there, and she briefly deludes herself into thinking that this is him.

She starts to let herself go.

Void licks and sucks like a man starved, like she’s the best tasting thing he’d ever had in all of his many years. His hands dig into the plush of her hips and thighs, holding her open to his torture. His tongue flicks her clit, a speed to it that’s clearly inhuman. Her back arches, moans increasing in volume and pitch, and Void takes it in stride. He adjusts her legs over his shoulders and then slides his mouth down, Stiles’ perky nose bumping into her clit as Void inserts the heated muscle into her. The combination with his fingers makes her drop the limp wrist, blood spilling onto her clothing.

The heat from Void’s mouth is easily comparable to the heat of the blood that slides from her own lips, flowing down her chin and neck, staining the previously pristine white tee she wears. It’s one Stiles had gifted her, incredibly simple in nature but the quality is why she desired it. A tiny white tank top, with a small silk bow in the center, and lace lining the straps that fall off her shoulders.

As she looks down at Void, taking in how dark his eyes are, she notices just how ruined the top is, completely beyond repair and she’ll have to throw it out. Just the simple thought clears her head, a sob wracking through her, her body convulsing and curling with her chest up to the sky. It’s just then that Void knocks her over the edge, orgasm pushing through her frame intensely. Her hands find the hair she loves so much and her legs close around his head.

He lets her do what she wants, and this singular act of kindness dulls her brain. She gets dizzy, letting the last bit of resistance slip from her mind and body, her muscles relaxing as she comes down. She blinks lazily at him, eyebrows furrowing as his veins tinge black for a second, but the color is gone just as quick.

He kisses her inner thigh, his smile sweet before it twists into something much more sinister and dark.

“You belong to me,” he tells her, the words sounding pretty coming from his slickened pink lips. She’s out of it, too much blood in her system, orgasm dumbing her down, so she nods, allowing another wrist to be positioned in front of her, this one still live, pulse still thumping.

She distantly hears cries for help, pleas to let them go, but she doesn’t focus on that. Instead looking into the amber eyes that she trusts more than her own as she bares her teeth once more, and lets them sink into the skin.

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lpwrites · 11 months

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On Wasted Potential

(The return of the early morning meta post before work.)

It’s been hard to put into words what is so odd about fandom’s reaction to Stiles and Scott and the concept of being a werewolf in Teen Wolf, but a recent comment I saw mentioned something that maybe puts things into better perspective.

The comment boiled down to the idea that being a werewolf and having powers was wasted on Scott. I don’t recall having seen comments like that before, but it makes sense if people are looking at it in that way. He’s wasting his powers, he’s not using them to their full potential and therefore he’s not a good werewolf.

The thing that clicked for me with that comment is that people are treating Scott’s werewolf powers the same way Stiles did in early Season 1: with excitement, like it’s something cool that should be used always to solve every problem, including using it to murder people (but only the Right people, of course).

That in itself isn’t too weird to me: we see the same kind of suspension of disbelief in all sorts of media, especially those involving kids or teenagers. If you give a kid a sword in order to go on a question (Percy Jackson, for example), it’s not a bad thing, it’s part of the story. You obviously wouldn’t give an actual 11-year old a weapon, because they could hurt themselves or someone else, but for the sake of the story? Hell yeah, go around waving that thing, no problem.

Teenager has superpowers that could very easily be used to do bad things if so inclined? Yeah, that sounds about right, as long as an adult figure reminds them that they need to be responsible with their newfound abilities. (Uncle Ben’s only line in any Spiderman project comes to mind, obviously.) There is a lack of weight behind the statement, though, until something bad happens and our teenage hero realizes they have a real responsibility to be good or save lives or whatever, but the real consequences of those powers are never really touched on unless it’s a specific plot beat.

Teen Wolf doesn’t do that.

From the very beginning, the bite is framed like a horror movie. A kid is attacked in the woods in the middle of the night by a monster and he’s left to walk home alone in the dark. He tells his best friend about it the next day and the very real, very terrifying attack is treated like a joke. (And in his defense, Stiles didn’t know, so I don’t actually hold it against him too much at this point.)

He starts experiencing weird changes in his body, hearing and seeing things he’s not used to, and while some are benefits -- no asthma is a plus -- he’s clearly shown to be unnerved by it. He snaps at Jackson and spills almost everything because he’s scared, and that’s completely reasonable. Scott doesn’t get a cool little montage set to catchy music where he gets to practice his Cool New Abilities in his room while his mom calls out from another room asking if he’s okay. He’s immediately thrust into a situation where he is being manipulated by the Alpha, thrust into a world he doesn’t fully understand, and is intimidated and threatened by the only other werewolf around.

Derek calls the bite a gift, and I partially blame that scene for fandom’s idea of it, but you wouldn’t have to change much to make Scott’s werewolf origins into a full-blown horror series. He’s been given a weapon he can’t control, that he knows he needs to control, while there’s an active threat of death and violence hanging over his head. The Sheriff gets injured peripherally to what’s happening to him, and Stiles loses it and hurts him because in his teenage brain that’s all he can do, and fandom thinks Scott’s in the wrong? He’s living a nightmare and all people can focus on is the fact that he’s not following the trope, so obviously having these powers is wasted on him.

Even in later seasons, fandom holds Scott’s reluctance to embrace his powers to the fullest against him. He doesn’t want to be a killing machine, he never wanted the powers in the first place, and even if he had been asked I don’t think Scott would have agreed. He was fine being normal, and all he’s gotten since the bite is death and violence and threats against the people he loves. Peter gave a teenager a gun and set people after him, and fandom is angry that the teenager isn’t going full John Wick on his enemies so it’s a waste.

Teen Wolf’s writing isn’t always the best, but it does a good job of flipping tropes around and exploring interesting concepts. Scott’s story isn’t a hero origin story: it’s a horror story where the victim becomes a hero in the end without losing his humanity. And fandom hates the idea of it, because fandom has been conditioned to believe a hero is only ever good if they embrace violence to the fullest.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #scott mccall defense squad #pro scott mccall #i could be sleeping an extra hour but instead my brain decided it was meta time #there's more i'd wanna add to this #b ut it's hard to verbalize the stiles aspect of it without breaking apart the fandom idea of stiles which i know they hate #anyways we love a boy

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Hypnotised - Derek Hale

Summary: You think your boyfriend Derek is dead but find out something more heartbreaking

Words: 852

Warning: angst

Y/N’s POV

"Y/N, you gotta keep going," Stiles scoots into the seat next to me, being the only one to truly see how much I'm struggling with Derek's death, "Derek wouldn't want you to be sad."

"But-"

"Y/N," He shushes me and pulls me into a tight hug that has me squeezing my eyes shut tightly to stop the tears that are threatening to fall. I can't cry here, on the coach back from the lacrosse trip and especially after last night in that creepy hotel, "Try get some sleep okay." I just nod into his shirt and let the exhaustion take over.

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Upon waking I find I'm in Stiles' jeep and we're outside the loft... Derek's loft. I know why I'm here but I don't think I can do it. Stiles stays quiet and I love that about my brother - he knows when I need him to comfort me and when I just need him to be a silent constant in my life. Now is a silent constant I need to get my thoughts together.

He eventually places a hand over mine, meeting my gaze with soft cognac eyes, "Okay, okay I'm going." I nod, "C-can you wait for me?"

"Of course." He squeezes my hand reassuringly before letting me get out.

The walk up the the loft feels like the longest walk I have ever done and I have to stop ever so often, wanting to turn around and run back down the stairs. After what feels like forever I'm standing in front of the door, shaking and the jaguar side of me becoming almost overwhelmed by the scent that is so... Derek.

The first thing I see is blood, lots of it. Then the bed and it's not empty. No. Derek's there, passed out and bandaged up and he's obviously not alone. A door opens somewhere in the loft and I can't stop the defensive hiss that leaves my throat as I lay eyes upon her... Jennifer Blake. She's wearing one of Derek's shirts and her trousers are thrown somewhere on the floor as all she's in is Derek's shirt.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" I shriek but before I can even think about lunging at the stupid bitch I'm being grabbed and dragged out of the loft by someone with a very familiar scent: motor oil, old books and coffee. Stiles.

"We're going home," He tells me as he manhandles me into the passenger side of the jeep, "Put your claws away!" He adds before shutting the door and climbing into the drivers side. I've seen Stiles angry but not this angry, especially when he speed dials Scott and starts practically screaming that has even me, a werejaguar, cowering in my seat.

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I barely remember getting home and Stiles making me dinner as all I can see is Derek - my boyfriend - in bed with my English teacher. The evening blurs past with Stiles and Scott, who gets dragged over by a still fuming Stiles, doting over me. I think I remember one of them running me a bath and getting me into bed because I can't stop crying, finally understanding all those heartbreak songs. I cried myself to sleep and I know Scott could hear from downstairs.

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I get woken a few hours later by the familiar slide of my window opening and closing and suddenly my senses are filled with all things Derek. I whine into the scent but then again I don't know how to feel so I just roll away from the Alpha. He doesn't get to feel hurt yet the pain pheromones are all I can damn smell.

"Just... just listen okay Baby," The bed dips and a shaking hand is placed on my hip, pausing to see if I shake him off but I just can't bring myself too, "I really don't know what happened. Ever since you, Scott and Stiles called me in about the birds in the classroom and I met Jennifer... well, it's felt like I've been hypnotised in some way. Every action I've done has been me... but not me."

"Hypnotised?" I ask quietly, still facing the wall and keeping my eyes squeezed shut.

"Like Jennifer has had some spell on me. She kissed me and I did fight but..." He pauses, as if struggling for the right words, "It was as if my will was suddenly stripped from me. I didn't want anything from Jennifer." He tells me and I shuffle around a bit, unsure whether to believe him or not, "Y/N, I only want you."

"But they age gap and Jennifer's more your age and-"

"Y/N," He pushes me onto my back, climbing over me and holding my face in his hands so I have no choice but to look into his sunflower eyes as he speaks, punctuating every word, " I. Only. Want. You."

"Me?"

"I love you,"

"Love?"

"Yes, you."

I'm surging up, capturing his lips in a kiss and just relishing in the feel of Derek. He's mine and I'm not letting him go.

"You still have to face Stiles."

"Fuck."

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kseniaallis · 1 year

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I just watched tw movie trailer, and it says a lot about my “excitement” that I just watched it. And of course I knew what’s happening because… fandom. But looking at it with my own eyes, book writing experience and participation in teen wolf fandom since I was 14, it just doesn’t make any sense.

I understand why they use Nogitsune as a main villain for the movie - it’s the most popular, loved, if you can say that, plot line of the entire show. Because if you ask fandom “what is your favourite season?” most of them will answer 3b.

What I don’t understand is how they’ll use this storyline without two major characters - Stiles and Kira. The whole reason why Nogitsune appeared in the Beacon Hills was Kira’s family history. And the reason why Nogitsune is so popular - DOB acting. Because I swear to God, if it wasn’t for him, it wouldn’t be just as enjoyable.

I won’t start on Derek’s son that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, that Derek purposefully raised in the town that gave him, his family, friends so many traumas? Make it make sense.

I won’t judge Hikari because I don’t know her plot line, but what I hate and what is heavily implied is that the part of her story is being the love interest. Why won’t you let female character just be in the story, without making them important just because they are someone’s love interest. It's 2023, not 2014 (but we stayed there, ig, and made it worse). And I still don’t like how her being kitsune sounds a lot like Kira’s replacement.

And I hope, hope that even if they pursue Liam and Hikari, please, please don’t let it happen with such a big age difference.

I also have no idea how having a romance with a character that appears just in the movie is a good idea. In all honesty, I don’t give a f about this character because I don’t know her and having this character have a romance with a beloved fandom character just for one movie is ridiculous. Especially, after setting up the whole Thiam heavily implied story line. Because, you see, the only reason why anyone even talk about the movie is fandom. And fandom loves when things they love at least appear, give them breadcrumbs and they’ll be happy. We are not picky.

Mason being a deputy? Okay, perfect. The boy was smart as hell and could go miles away from Beacon Hills to learn science, but no-no. He could have been emissary to the pack and it would work perfectly, but still it’s a no for them.

Malia and Parish's situation is so confusing, like even Lydia and Parish made more sense (age difference is still bad here). And they just decided recycling her relationship with Scott for the sake of Allison's return?

And why does she? Her arc was complete in such a perfect way. It was sad, but it was perfect. It brought reason for the pack to keep fighting, taught them lesson that they weren’t invincible. Bringing her back makes it all go in flames. She died young, saving her friends and it was beautiful in the way, because it brought the whole new meaning to her arc. But no, let’s bring her back and make Argent’s life even more tragic and painful. Let the poor man rest.

And I hope they didn’t kill Theo’s character off screen. But maybe him not being in the movie is a good thing. They can’t fuck up his character after completing his arc perfectly in the tv-show (still surprising, tbh, but I LOVE how they made it).

I remember founding out about the movie. How exciting it felt because I just returned to the fandom, reading all these thiam fics (because fandom recommendations on Tumblr made me, and I was never more grateful to learn about Theo character from the perceptive I have now as an adult. I hated him when I was young and now he is one of my favourites). It felt exciting because it had meaning. And we had hope for it to be at least a decent thing. A continuation of the story that made sense. But now they ruined almost half of the characters and removed the other half for the sake of two hours (how long is it exactly?) movie we won’t even watch.

At this point, I just wait for fix-it fics on ao3 that’ll make more sense than the plot jd came up with his writers.

Thanks for listening to my TED Talk.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #tw movie #thiam #allison argent #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #theo raeken #derek hale #argent #make it make sense

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elisela · 9 months

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Soft Fic 17 Sterek - absentmindedly fixing clothes

workday mornings

“Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and caused a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

“Five,” Derek corrects. He’s fiddling with his cuff as he walks in, and Stiles takes a moment to admire the sexy professor look he has going on—and also to wish fervently that he could manage to look that good in the morning.

Stiles pumps soap into his hand and uses his wrist to push the water on. “It was definitely six.”

“It was, and Lydia changed it to five. Early meeting the next day, she didn’t want to be out late.” Derek’s hand squeezes his hip as he walks by, and Stiles shakes his hands and turns off the water as the espresso machine starts up. “You want one?”

“Only always, babe.” He’s already had two cups of drip, but he’s also heading into the world’s most boring meeting and could probably use all the caffeine he can get. “Is it still—”

“—at Homegrown, yes,” Derek says. His voice is closer than Stiles expected, and when he turns it’s almost directly into his husband’s chest.

“I hate that place.”

Derek’s smile is gentle as his hands reach out and brush down Stiles’ shirt, and Stiles leans into it, pressing a kiss against the corner of Derek’s mouth before resting their cheeks together. “I know.”

The fabric of his shirt slides across his chest as Derek adjusts it. “Let’s ditch her.”

“Sure,” Derek says agreeably, likely because he knows Stiles wouldn’t dare.

“Call Jordan and get him to change it.”

“Sure,” Derek says again; Stiles believes it this time. The soft scratch of Derek’s beard brushes against his cheek and Stiles finds himself wishing they could both call out as Derek moves away. “I’ll have to meet you there, I have office hours until 4:30.”

Stiles checks the time on the clock above the stove and squints, thinking. “I have time to drive you,” he offers, “if you want to put those in travel mugs.”

Derek gives him a look over his shoulder and Stiles knows he’s been feeling the same way—they’re like two ships passing in the night lately, with Stiles’ project ramping up and the semester winding down for Derek. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t need to; Stiles sees him stack the small espresso cups back in their holder.

They rush through getting ready—Derek brushes his teeth while Stiles messes with his hair in the mirror, Stiles takes their shoes off the rack by the door while Derek gets their coats. He allows Derek to palm the car keys and slide into the driver’s seat even though it makes more sense for him to drive, and understands why when they climb out of the car in front of the BCU Humanities building and Derek snags his wrist and pulls him into a hug.

“Cabin this weekend?”

Stiles pulls away first—he hates to, but cross-town traffic is only getting worse. “I can … probably swing it,” he says, mentally reviewing his to-do list while smoothing the slight crease in Derek’s collar, “if you don’t mind me working at home tomorrow night.”

Derek pulls him back in and kisses his cheek. “Grading night it is,” he says. “Don’t forget to pick me up.”

Door halfway open, Stiles lets go to throw both hands up. “It was one time!” he yells at Derek’s retreating back, then scrambles to set an alarm on his phone just in case.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eli writes #please excuse any errors i’m literally writing these into the app while we drive from frankfurt to copenhagen #i’m doing my best haha

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sterek-stuffs · 2 years

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Fics that came out this year and you might have missed, but that are absolutely worth checking out!

among your heart-shaped leaves by dappledawndrawn

After rebuilding the Hale house, Derek enlists Stiles' help in planting a garden.

Bite the Moonlight & Bleed Gold by raisesomehale

Seven years after being tricked and imprisoned by the Argents, Derek Hale finds himself off the blistering coasts of Antarctica aboard the Argentum Domina, an illegal prison ship out of which the Argents operate their behemoth, underground poaching empire. Derek, a bitter, pack-less alpha, spends his days working off his servitude by poaching creatures for Gerard to sell on the Black Magic Market, just trying to retain his sanity as he earns back the years of his life one capture at a time. But there doesn't seem to be an end, or future, in sight for him. Until, everything changes when Allison Argent brings him a capture case with a reward price so ludicrous that he has no choice but to accept. The only problem is, the target creature shouldn't even exist. Derek is flung fast into the deep webbings of a bigger mystery than he could have ever imagined. And discovers that, like this enchanting creature, not everything is as it seems. Can Derek unmask the schemes that threaten not only his life, but the state of the very world itself? And if doing so means losing the unexpected love he finds along the way, will he be willing to make that sacrifice?

The Bright Side of Disaster by Gia279

Tucked between fresh harvested vegetables and fruits, homemade skincare products and lovingly knit scarves and sewn shawls, were booths and tables selling potions, amulets, crystals, and herbs, athames and wands, scrying glasses and hand-embroidered altar cloths. Beacon Hills was a hotbed for magical activity, and it drew the supernatural community like moths to a flame. There were rumors that magical tools crafted in town were more powerful, potions more effective, even herbs more potent.

buyer bonus by elisela

When he walks back to the table, Derek’s out of his seat before he can think better of it. He’s going to ask him out. He’s going to go over there, he’s not going to say the man has a mouth he’ll dream about or give any cheesy, half-assed pick-up line, and he’s going to ask him if he would like to get coffee some time. Maybe he’ll skip that and go straight for dinner, or the bookstore. Derek’s heard you can learn a lot about a person by what they read. He’s cool. He can do this. “Hi,” he says, eyes flickering down to the glossy pamphlets of houses for sale that litter the table, and when panic overtakes him, what comes out of his mouth isn’t any of those things. “I’m thinking about buying a new place. Are you an agent?” Ah, crap.

Waning Crescent by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek’s scent was a heady warmth that enveloped Stiles’ senses. It was like the first strike of rain in a dried forest. A crisp smokiness to the tickle of petrichor. It lit up an unfamiliar spark in Stiles’ gut. And for the first time in a couple hundred years, his fangs ached.

how long will it take (to finally atone) by lookingforatardis

“I could hurt you,” Stiles says quietly, and doesn’t quite understand why he’s being honest himself. “You wouldn’t.” “I did, though. I did, Derek.” Stiles’ voice shakes and he has to pull his attention away from Derek to calm himself down from the sudden flash of memory. Silence fills the room until it’s uncomfortable, until Stiles has to look, and finds Derek watching him with a closed expression. “That was the nogitsune,” he tells him. “Not you.” Or: Void hurts Derek while possessing Stiles and Stiles has an extremely hard time recovering from what Void did to Derek even after the nogitsune is gone. The thought of touching him sends him into a blind panic, terrifying him as if every touch will hurt him all over again. Stiles can only take so much, after all, and Derek has always been his weak spot.

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#sterek #teen wolf #fic recs #sterek fic recs #fic appreciation #not sure I'll be able to do this regularly but I felt like sending out some love to this fandom

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dcangel · 28 days

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Um… did anybody order an odd ramble about creep!stiles that doesn’t make sense?

| cw(?) : stiles is lowk a stalker but doesn’t realize it, very all over the place (it’s from the drafts)

Stiles is a nice guy. That’s what he’s been told, despite his dislike for the description. He’s especially nice to pretty girls.

So it was no surprise when he saw you walking home from school in the rain; hood up, hair tucked away, head down, he offered you a ride.

At first, you didn’t hear the boy. Awkwardly enough for him, you somehow hadn’t noticed the cyan vehicle directly next to you crawling down the street. He was afraid his slow driving and cranked-down window would paint him as a creep harassing some innocent girl on the side of the road, but he really couldn’t stand to see you miserably trudge down the sidewalk. It was a decent day temperature-wise, but the rain possessed a chill that the air didn’t.

He’s seen you around school before, along with the way you stick to the side of the halls to avoid any unnecessary contact with others not apart of your group. Scott pointed out that it was unsettling how much he knew about you. Stiles argued that he didn’t know that much. He really only knew you were a straight A student (in physics at least), you always had headphone’s connected to your iPod, even when you weren’t using them, you admired any change in weather (your gaze would get lost out the window during class), and if he had to guess, he’d say your favorite color was purple based of various stationery and minor details of your outfits. But once, he overheard chatter between friends in which you confessed to recently taking a liking to earthier tones like dark greens and pale blues.

Of course stiles knew who you liked to hangout with, but he wouldn’t really count that as creep-worthy like Scott claimed. His defense had always followed along the lines of “it’s high school in a small town, how could I not notice the friend groups in this place?” As if Scott were duller for not taking any interest in his surroundings. Stiles liked to bury it once and for all by telling Scott that he’s the “important alpha” and should always be aware of his surroundings. Scott never did much but shake his head and scoff at his friend’s incompetent argument, figuring one day he’d realize it.

And it wasn’t until he finally got your attention, your hand tugging the wire and tucking it in your hood to avoid water damage, accepting a kind offer from a boy you’ve seen in your physics class, that stiles truly realized he might have had a touch of creep in him. He hadn’t planned this, right? Not consciously. Stiles hadn’t waited for the perfectly imperfect, rainy day to finally make his move on purpose. A coincidence— that’s what his mind happily settled on when you got in; subtly shivering, the ends of a few loose strands of your hair damp, clothes practically soaked, your teeth chattering and all.

His subconscious couldn’t have planned this without his conscious knowledge, right? All he wanted was to help someone in need. It just happened to be the girl he’s been admiring from afar for weeks now. It’s not as if he could control the weather or his routine changed so that he could watch the weather channel each morning, occasionally with his dad if his schedule permitted. No, he’s always done that.

So why did it feel so… odd to finally be in close proximity to you. Just you. No one else from class, or any of your friends. It’s what he’s always wanted… but, since when? You’re just a girl from his physics class— no doubt you were pretty and stiles had definitely noticed, but to him it felt like everything had fallen into place. But he never remembered setting up those pieces.

Maybe he really was a creep.

#clearing out the drafts #creep/stalker stiles is a lot like loser stiles #the subtle plot twist too??#surprised myself with that #stiles’!world #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien #stiles stilinski teenwolf

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whimsicalmeerkat · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday

@dear-massacre tagged me for this. It’s not new, but I thought I’d share the beginning of the next chapter of a time to mourn and a time to hope. Takes place immediately after bonding sexy times. I think I might focus on finishing this first during NaNoWriMo.

When Derek and Peter eventually drag themselves out of bed, it’s to find congratulatory texts on their phone. Mostly.

Jackson’s text is to both of them and simply says ‘I better not be able to feel it every time you fuck don’t make me go back to London’. It makes Peter laugh and send him a taunting reply. Derek can’t get past the implication that Jackson isn’t planning to go back. He knows they’re pack, truly pack in a way they haven’t been before, but he had assumed they would be long distance.

Lydia’s text is simple and congratulatory. When Derek texts back his thanks she replies that they are going to have a pack meeting at her mother’s house because she doesn’t trust them to air out the loft sufficiently by that evening. It seems Cora had told her the scent and pheromones after two people bond are especially strong. Derek takes a deep breath, and has to admit she has a point. Even if it wouldn’t bother the other wolves, he doubts he would be able to concentrate.

Cora’s text tells them to drink water and ‘for the love of all that’s holy shower before you leave’.

Derek and Peter don’t do anything but fuck until it’s time to shower and leave. They end up having to shower separately because they can’t keep their hands off each other when they try to do it together. Naturally, this makes them late. When Jackson brings it up, Peter points out that technically, they were late because they stopped fucking. At least he looks apologetic when the sheriff groans and facepalms, looking more like his son than ever.

Everyone chats for a few minutes, until Lydia says, “Peter, are you ready to tell everyone about the ritual?”

“I think we can tell them together, my dear,” he answers with a smarmy smile.

Lydia rolls her eyes, but says, “Very well.”

She waits until she has everyone’s attention, before detailing the ritual. On the surface it sounds too simple a spell to resurrect a person, but Derek has been around enough magic to know how deceptive it can be. When Lydia pulls out a notebook and begins listing the ingredients needed for a potion he and Peter will need to drink, the simplicity of the ritual itself makes more sense.

“I assume we need Stiles’ body, too,” the sheriff says. “It will take some doing, but I should be able to help with that.”

“Fortunately, that will not be necessary,” Peter says. “One of the few things this spell does not require is the deceased’s original body.”

“Stiles isn’t going to wake up buried alive or something, is he?”

Jackson sounds suitably horrified at the thought. Before Derek can do more than wince, Lydia is shaking her head.

“The spell will create a new body for him. It will be identical to the one he previously had, although it isn’t clear if he will retain any scars he had. He will appear at the nemeton when the ritual is complete.”

Derek groans. “Why is it always the nemeton?”

“Because it’s the focal point of the Beacon Hills hellmouth,” Cora says sarcastically.

“Because it’s a beacon of magic and therefore the best place for conducting rituals,” Peter says in a voice that makes it clear he’s judging both Derek and Cora.

It makes Derek want to bite him. He doesn’t realize how far he’s gone down that mental tangent until Cora elbows him in the ribs. She gives him a dirty look.

“Stop thinking about whatever is making you smell that way. It’s disgusting.”

“I don’t mind,” Peter says.

“That’s because you’re also disgusting,” Cora answers.

Low pressure tags: @mswhich @mirrorthoughts @alondradina @dreaminghour

#wip wednesday #wip #fanfic #steterek #teen wolf #wm a time to mourn and a time to hope #author:whimsicalmeerkat

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Sterek Fic Rec - May 2022. Hello hello! New list of fics for you all to enjoy.

Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive (1/1 | 8K | Teen)

“He invited you to his apartment.”

“To do a lesson plan.”

“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.

“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

Lucky Day by SassyStarboard (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

“Good afternoon, my name is Deputy Stilinski.” Stiles managed. The stare he received in return was so intense it burned. Stiles bit his lip, looking between the three werewolves. “Um, I’m here because I’d like to ask the residents of this home about a recent string of break-ins that have been occurring in this neighborhood. We—we being the Beacon Hills Police Department—we’ve received reports of four burglaries over the past three months, all four took place in this area and also you guys were lowkey resisting the law because you kept slamming the door in my face so, uh, free advice, don’t do that because some of the people I work with are major assholes.”

soulmate au + cop stiles + derek’s overeager sisters = YES

If I should stumble, catch my fall by Gorgeousgreymatter (1/1 | 4K | Mature)

Well, friendship is canceled. That's all Stiles can think when he walks into the locker room and finds it empty, with Scott's dumb werewolf ass completely AWOL despite the text message he'd received assuring him otherwise. Which wouldn't be that bad, if not for the fact that now Stiles is face to face with a very wet, very naked Derek Hale.

pretty in tents by kellifer_fic (1/1 | 7K | Mature)

Even though he’s making fun of it, Stiles thinks the whole thing sounds awesome and, like most stuff these days, the experience is going to be totally wasted on Scott.

He's Just Knot That Into You by aggybird (1/1 | 3K | Mature)

Stiles doesn't have much luck finding Mr. Right, and Derek the bartender hears all about it. (Sort of movie-fusion AU.)

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 4K | Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

I'm tired and I'm wasted, irrational by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 8K | Explicit)

Derek reads the message twice just to be sure that he isn’t dreaming.

Help, it reads, accidntly kidnpd somr dudew

He takes a moment to compose his reply. What the hell Laura?

Or the one where Laura wakes him up in the middle of the night because she's kidnapped some random guy from the club and it turns out he's Derek's mate.

Long Standing Devotion by whenwordsmakesense (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

The Alpha turns his gaze on him. And—stops. He says, “Stiles?” And Stiles panics.

It’s totally not his fault that he has his bat at the ever-ready, and it’s totally not his fault that he bats at the Alpha with it, knocking him out.

Maybe that was a harsh thing to do but the last time he’d had to deal with an Alpha it was not pleasant. The dude wanted him as his mate. Which was creepy as fuck even without the knowledge that the Alpha was about twenty years older than him.

“Fuck my life,” he groans, and kicks at the still fallen magic book. It’s the fault of this book. It must be a cursed book, so that every spell done from it has the opposite effect. He asked for someone to love, but he got a creep. His goddamn life.

He doesn’t even live in Beacon Hills anymore!

how to unsend an embarrassing text (hint: you can't) by bibliosexual (1/1 | 1K | General)

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

It's Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 11K | Teen)

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.

“We should?”

“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

princecharmingwinks special mention (this fic is so soft and wholesome! I love domestic sterek and this fic nails it !)

I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings by Tails89 (1/1 | 5K | Teen)

“I swear the universe is out to get me,” Stiles whines, flinging his hands up at the ceiling. “Derek’s days off don’t line up with mine until next week.” He fidgets with the ring box, opening and closing it. “I can’t keep it at our place, Derek will sniff it out. I just need to hide it for a few days.”

He sits up and gives Scott his best pleading eyes.

“Yeah, no worries, man,” Scott says, clapping Stiles on the shoulder. “I’m really happy for you guys. This is going to be so amazing, just you wait!”

Scott just had to go and jinx it.

Woohooo another month wrapped. Hope you find some gems that suit your taste! :) See you next time.

#sterek #fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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amatchinwater · 1 year

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Melting a Heart of Ice

Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Liam Dunbar, Josh Diaz

Warnings: none? I don't think

Words: 3035

Prompt: @steodiscord First Responders with enemies to Lovers and an ice bath challenge peppered in

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When he graduated from highschool, everyone- Stiles’ father included- assumed he'd join the police academy. Become a deputy and eventual sheriff just like his dad. Naturally when he came home with coursework to be a firefighter, Stiles shocked quite a few people. Except for his best friend Isaac, he knew from the start. Isaac even joined with him.

Which would have been perfect. Fantastic even. There was just one minor hiccup Stiles didn’t account for. An old childhood crush turned enemy. Theo fucking Raeken. Once upon a time, Stiles and Theo used to be the best of friends. Shared trauma in the loss of close family members at a young age. A playground crush Stiles simply couldn’t avoid.

But then puberty hit and Theo somehow got even fucking hotter. Not to mention a bit of a prick and nearly a Jackson level bully. Gone were the days of sleepovers, hanging out, and even friendly conversation. Common courtesy too, considering the asshole couldn’t be bothered to return a simple smile or head nod in the hallways. And decided to fuck everything with two legs.

So what did the asshole do?

Became a firefighter.

Irony really chose to make Stiles her bitch too. Because he’s always paired up with Theo. Not his best friend that he likes to be around. No. Why would that happen? Who did he piss off in a past life to earn this atonement?

At the very least, when they’re out on an actual call, Theo has enough common sense to be professional. For the most part. If the call is nothing too major, just checking vitals while they wait for the ambulance to show up on a fainting case, Theo will find a way to tease him.

There was this elderly lady once that had slipped and fell in her home. They arrived at the scene before the ambulance did, she wasn’t showing any signs of having broken anything, but still good to get checked out just in case. When Theo crouched down to check her vitals, she commented how attractive he was. So Theo, with his whole chest, said that she should check Stiles out. That Stiles was much hotter.

He knows that’s far from the truth.

Stiles could do without the school yard teasing.

It hasn’t exactly gotten better over the last six years either. Stiles wouldn’t quite call it worse. It’s just- Theo is about this close to making Stiles pull his own hair out. Or drown his fellow firefighter in the dunk tank.

Yes, the dunk tank.

This weekend, the firehouse is helping with a fundraiser carnival. All proceeds go to helping schools in the district with things like music, sports, and supplies. They usually do it twice a year. It’s fun for the kids and a great way for the community to give back while having a good time. Typically, it’s one of Stiles’ favorite things. Because he gets to be paired up with Isaac running the dart toss.

Irony made Stiles her bitch, remember?

So he’s paired with Theo at the dunk tank, the ice bath challenge, and then the ring toss.

All fucking day.

Okay, he’s being a bit dramatic. It’s not all day. After their first rotation they get a half an hour break for lunch and to enjoy the festivities. After that, it’s right back to their stations. At least they only have about ten minutes left at the dunk tank before their break. Stiles is in desperate need of a turkey leg, a funnel cake, and Isaac. Some human interaction that doesn’t make the firefighter want to bash his own head in.

“Aww, that’s okay, buddy,” Theo snaps his attention back while talking to a kid. The little boy paid for three balls and missed every one of them. “Practice makes perfect, right? You’ll get better, I know it.”

Stiles hates how good the other firefighter is with kids. It’s wildly infuriating. Theo shouldn’t be allowed to be as hot as he is and good with kids. Even on the job, he always gets the kids calm and to safety. They love him. It’s just unfair. Someone should really knock him down a peg. Or four.

“Hey, bud,” Stiles calls after the kid. He stops and turns around with pinched brows, his mother's matching. Stiles tosses another ball that the boy catches. “One more shot, on me. Because I think you can take him.”

His mother smiles, “what do you say, honey?” She asks.

The boy beams, front tooth half grown in, “thanks, Mister!”

“All right, aim right here,” Stiles taps the target in encouragement. “You got this.”

The ball soars, missing its mark again. But the firefighter is fast and smacks the target button. Theo yelps before falling in the dunk tank.

Stiles cackles, high fiving the kid, “you did it! What prize do you want?” The little boy sheepishly points at a stuffed dragon. “That’s my favorite too," he grabs it and hands it over.

“Stiles,” Theo splashes to the surface, climbing out of the tank and throwing a towel around his shoulders. Wet hair matted in so many directions.

“Thank you,” the mom smiles.

Stiles shrugs, “it’s for the kids and I got a good laugh out of it. Enjoy the rest of your guy’s day. Hey,” he squats to be eye level with the boy snuggling his new toy, “listen to your mom, okay? Have fun,” Stiles ruffles the kid’s hair until he giggles.

“Good job, kid,” Theo bumps his fist with the boy. When they’re far enough away, he glares at Stiles, “seriously? Not even the adults dunked me.”

“Someone had to,” Stiles says before walking away. Kira and Josh are on their way over for their shift anyway. He’s starving and wants to be away from Theo for a bit. He makes a direct beeline for the food truck promising turkey legs. Stiles hasn’t had one in a long time.

At least, not like this.

Fair turkey legs are just different.

After paying the girl for both the leg and funnel cake, Stiles waits by pick up. Thankful that he happened to pick the truck that sells both. As much as he doesn’t want to be around Theo, he can’t help but smile at all of the people having fun. Especially the kids. Stiles remembers coming with his mom when he was younger. It’s why Stiles did what he did for the little boy. He saw a kid with just his mother and Stiles’ heart bled a bit.

“Order for Stiles,” another girl calls, “and Theo!”

Son of a bitch.

How the hell did he get here so fast?

As he grabs his own food, Theo comes up behind him, “can’t get rid of me that easy,” his words ghost along Stiles’ neck and he has to fight the shiver.

“Guess I’ll just have to try harder,” Stiles snarks, walking away to an empty picnic table to eat. He’d rather be a dick than have to think about why the other guy’s voice almost made him shudder. Theo sits across from him with cheesy fries and a funnel cake of his own. “Can you not let me eat in peace?”

“When I enjoy your company so much? Never,” Theo teases, taking a bite of his fries. “Cheese fry?” The other firefighter offers the fork.

They do look good. But that fork was just in Theo’s mouth! “No, I’m okay.” Stiles is just going to shovel this in his mouth and run somewhere else. He tries to sit and eat as though the other guy isn’t even there. Just to preserve his own sanity because he can feel the way Theo keeps looking at him. Stiles just didn’t account for Theo eating as quickly as him.

So when he gets up to throw his trash away, the other firefighter is right fucking there. “What are you thinking about doing? Bumper cars? Water guns? Fun house?” Theo asks, falling in stride with him as if they’re here together. “I figured we don’t have a lot of time left, we should stick together so we can get back to our booth.”

Ugh, it’s practical and responsible. Stiles hates it. “I’ll know when I see it.” Honestly, he’s just aimlessly walking around until their time is done. As fun as bumper cars sound. They pass Isaac and Derek- their captain- working the ice bath challenge.

“Hey, you're early. What do you guys think?” Hale asks, gesturing towards the bin, “You wanna give it a shot?”

“I don’t know, Cap,” Stiles says, eyeing the ice skeptically. He got lucky that Theo lost the rock, paper, scissors for sitting in the dunk tank. The firefighter doesn't really want wet clothes.

“Come on, Stiles,” Isaac pushes.

Before he can argue again, Theo lightly elbows him, “it can’t be that bad. I mean, we deal with intense heat on a daily basis. What’s a little cold water?”

“Uh, ice cold water!” Stiles shrieks, he’d like to keep his toes.

“Aww,” Theo coos with a fake pout, “are you scared?”

This fucking asshole! It’s one thing to tease him about something or even dare Stiles. But never accuse him of being scared. Stiles runs into burning buildings for a living for fuck’s sake. Derek, Isaac, and a few bystanders ‘ooh’ at them. Thus sealing his fate.

“Not even close, Raeken,” Stiles moves the other firefighter away who chuckles under his breath. He yanks his shoes and socks off, not wanting to walk around with wet, squishy shoes. Because, ew. He takes his phone and wallet out of his shorts, handing them to his captain.

"I bet I can last longer," his partner smirks.

Stiles looks over his shoulder, "excuse me?"

“Ten bucks says I can last longer than you,” Theo dares, having followed his lead with his shoes and belongings.

“I’ll take that bet,” Isaac grins, “Stiles is too stubborn not to win.”

A hand claps his shoulder, Josh’s to be exact, “I’m with Isaac. Put me down for ten too, Cap.”

“I don’t know,” Liam joins in. Where the fuck did they all come from? “Theo is just as stubborn, I’ll put ten on Theo,” the probie pulls the bill out of his pocket.

Stiles gasps in exaggeration, “traitor.” Theo cackles, holding his stomach. “You’re on toilet duty for a week.” Liam pales at his words, looking to their captain for confirmation. Derek only nods. “What’s the time to beat?” Stiles asks, needing to know exactly what he’s getting himself into. Exactly how long until this is over.

“Three minutes,” Isaac informs him. “Any more bets? Ten bucks on Stiles or Theo for three minutes!” Money practically goes flying. Both from their team and just people standing around. He glares at his best friend. “What?” Isaac snickers, “it’s for a good cause!”

“I hate you,” he grumbles, joining Theo by the tub. Three minutes. Just one hundred and eighty seconds and it’ll be over. Provided his fellow firefighter doesn’t bitch out first. He just has to out last Theo.

“Last the full three minutes and you two can go home for the day." That's certainly a nice incentive. On your mark,” Derek sets the stop watch. “Get set!” Theo smirks and winks at him as they each grab the tub. “Go!”

The jump into the ice water and Stiles’ yelp is so loud it might as well have been a scream. Theo is behind him gasping his breaths. His bones feel cold and the shivers are instant. It’s too cold to think, let alone speak. And Stiles can’t remember the last time he and Theo were this closer. He’s practically in the guy’s fucking lap, skin being stabbed by numerous icicle knives.

It actually hurts.

“Two minutes to go,” Derek announces.

Stiles yells, gripping the edge of the metal tub so hard his fingers hurt. His teeth are chattering and his toes have gone numb. Theo’s arms wrap around him, pulling Stiles close. As cold as they are, what little body heat they have left to share helps. Why is Theo helping him?

“Come on, baby,” Theo shakes behind him, “you can do this.”

Come on, who now?

Great, Stiles is so cold he's hearing things. He pinches his eyes closed, fighting to not dive out of this torture chamber.

“One minute left,” Derek sounds more excited than he should. Maybe it’s pride for his subordinates. Who knows.

Stiles is grunting through his determination. Trying to convince himself that he’s not cold. Think warm thoughts. This is a hot tub, not a form of frozen torture. Yeah.

Theo chuckles, warm breath tickling his ear, “just one more minute, babe. You’ve got this, I know you do,” his thumb brushes soothingly along his stomach.

He’s too cold to comment- to comprehend Theo holding onto him for dear life. For calling Stiles baby and being nice. For the way that Theo’s breath affects him like that, for the second time today. It’s too much to deal with on top of this fucking ice.

Places that shouldn't be cold are freezing. Everything hurts. His brain feels like it might explode or have a system meltdown.

God, why did he agree to this?

“Ten, nine, eight…” Derek chants, the audience joining in all the way to, “three, two, one! New record!”

He never put money down. He lasted the three minutes he was challenged. He needs out. Stiles needs to run away as best as his frozen limbs will allow. He clambers out of the tub as quickly as possible, pausing only for the second it takes him to grab his belongings from the table.

Stiles runs.

Not caring in the slightest about the sticks and small stones poking the soles of his bare feet. Dodging people as best as can, finding the firehouse’s tent blissfully empty. Stiles’ entire body is trembling. Running like that did nothing in terms of helping Stiles warm up. Thousands of needles stab at his fingers and toes, teeth chattering away.

“Come on,” Stiles groans, looking about the tent. There isn’t a single towel or blanket here? “Am I fucking blind?” He hugs his arms tightly to his chest, trying to keep his core warm. He knows he brought a bag with a change of clothes, so, “where the fuck is it?” Stiles looks under the small cot, ready to give up and just go home in wet clothes. Derek said they could leave after, he plans to go home and not have to deal with any of this.

At all.

“There you are,” Theo says. When he looks up to face his partner, Stiles is met with warm fabric being thrown around him. Theo grabbed him a towel. Not something he expected from the other firefighter, that’s for sure. Nor is the way Theo pulls him close and says, “I can warm you up if you let me, baby,” while rubbing his arms.

It does help. Stiles can’t deny that. But his brain is back online now and Theo calling him baby is so fucking far from normal. Or something the firefighter can begin to comprehend. “What the hell?” He pulls back, wiping the dripping water from his hair. “Why do you keep calling me baby and babe? You hate me,” Stiles states.

“No, I don’t,” Theo scoffs. Like the very suggestion is ludicrous. As if they’ve had a single truly friendly conversation in over ten years. That Stiles is simply speaking nonsense.

Not to Stiles he isn’t.

“Yes, you do.”

“Right,” Theo chuckles, “I hate you so much that I show up to the station ninety minutes early just so that we can work out together.” Stiles tries to rebuke the statement, but the other presses on. “I leave only once you do because your deathtrap of a jeep rarely starts and I want to make sure you’re safe all because I hate you.” Theo gets in his space again, pounding Stiles’ heart. “I hate you so much that I would ask Derek to partner us together so that we have time to be around each other. I would risk freezing to death just for the chance to hold you because I hate you, right?”

Stiles’ mind is reeling with all of the information it was just given, “but-”

“I’ll prove it to you right now that neither of us has a shred of hatred for the other,” Theo challenges, eyes zeroed in on Stiles’ mouth.

Defiant to his last breath yet swallowing with a click, Stiles says, “okay,” ready for the other firefighter to do nothing but prove himself wrong.

Theo puts a hand at the small of his back, pulling Stiles close and crushing their mouths together. The soft noise in the back of his throat is unmistakable and Theo knows it because his groan was just the same. His fingers dig into Stiles’ waist, keeping him close to deepen their kiss. His tongue does a wonderful job of making Stiles dizzy. The last ten plus years, he could’ve been kissing Theo instead of biting him with his words. The childhood crush that never left his heart could have had a proper home there.

What an idiot.

Pulling back for air, Stiles looks up at blown blue eyes. Theo’s having just as hard of a time breathing, but keeps his satisfied smirk in place. “I never hated you, babe,” Theo whispers, kissing him softly, thumb gently brushing his cheek.

“I-” Stiles clears his throat, curling his fingers in the hem of Theo’s soaked shirt. To physically hold something to remind him that this is real. To keep him from falling off the earth. “I don’t think I did either.”

“I know,” Theo smirks, “so how about I take you home with our brutally earned free time?”

Stiles starts to nod yes.

“Cap,” Isaac yells out of nowhere, “you owe me twenty bucks!”

The rest of the team shows up, cheering them on. Each with their own versions that they knew all along. Theo flips them off, smiling as he kisses him again. Stiles just chuckles into his mouth, happy to be in Theo’s arms again with the unspoken promise of so much more once they get out of here.

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #ao3 fic #Match Writes

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bisexualbuckleyy · 1 year

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why theo’s actions in season 6 make the most sense if he’s in love with liam: a theo raeken meta

so this is my explanation for why i strongly believe that theo is in love with liam for at least the entirety of 6B, if not longer, and why his character arc makes the most sense if that is the case.

so obviously, throughout season 5, theo did not care about anyone from the mccall pack. he pretended to so that he could manipulate them, but he didn’t genuinely care about any of them. when tara drags him into hell, they all stand by and watch, so they don’t exactly part on great terms. when liam brings theo back in 6A, he’s very clearly been changed by his experiences in the skinwalker prison, and acts very differently than he had previously. he initially reacts with violence, but pretty quickly stops and even lets malia beat him up, showing that he feels some remorse for his actions, or at least feels that he still deserves to be punished for them.

theo’s actions right after he comes back are motivated solely out of a desire to stay alive, they only brought him back because they thought he could help, so he assumes that as soon as he couldn’t help they would just send him back, which is why he makes them break the sword. and after that, he doesn’t want to go back on his word and risk them just killing him anyways, so he helps them. however, this is when his actions begin to go beyond purely self serving.

the reason why he initially sticks with liam is because there’s literally no one else there, so it’s purely for the sake of survival. he even says “i’m on your side as long as it helps me” and straight up says that he would abandon liam to be taken/killed if it meant saving himself. however, he fairly quickly does the exact opposite, even after liam says that he would use theo as bait. theo fights the ghost riders alongside liam, and then makes sure that liam is out of harms way and risks his own life to protect him, “being the bait,” as he tells liam. you could argue that this is because theo thought liam had a better chance at saving the others, but their plan from the start was just to distract the ghost riders, so it would make more sense for it to be him trying to protect liam.

so the question is, why does he care? liam hasn’t demonstrated much of an interest in protecting him aside from saying that theo was his responsibility, even admitting that he wouldn’t protect theo or try to save him, and theo didn’t show much of an interest in protecting anyone else, but theo throws himself in the line of fire pretty quickly to protect liam. he even specifically says “i did all of this to keep you from being taken” when liam tells him about his plan to go into the wild hunt, flat out admitting that his actions were motivated solely by a desire to protect liam. if it was a platonic motivation or some sense of guilt, it would have made much more sense for him to be trying to protect scott or stiles, who he’d more directly hurt in season 5, but instead he’s focused on liam. therefore, it makes more sense for it to be romantically motivated, even if theo doesn’t fully understand his feelings at that point.

in 6B, his feelings become even more evident. logically, there wasn’t really a reason for theo to stay in beacon hills. he had a car, he could have skipped town and gone far away from everyone else, but he didn’t. the question is, why did he stay? you might say that it was because of scott, that he was angling for forgiveness or a pack, but he never really expresses any interest in forgiveness or becoming a part of the pack. and more importantly, he spends at least 80% of his screen time in 6B with liam. from the moment liam brings theo back from hell, theo pretty much attaches himself to liam, and almost every single significant scene theo has in season 6 is with liam. he has more scenes with liam than with any other character, and he seems to have a particular fixation on helping/protecting liam in 6B.

so why is that the case? if he was doing any of this for scott, it would have been much more evident, but he doesn’t seem to care much about getting scott’s forgiveness or becoming part of the pack. he also doesn’t show this level of dedication to any of the other pack members, at least until the end. if theo was doing any of this out of a sense of guilt or to seek forgiveness/redemption, he would have focused on scott or even malia, but likely not liam. therefore, this particular fixation on liam makes the most sense if theo had started developing feelings for liam after liam saved him from the skinwalker prison and broke the sword, and fell in love with him sometime before/during 6B. theo is a self-admitted survivalist, and him constantly risking his life and safety just to protect liam makes significantly more sense if there were romantic feelings involved.

#fun fact i wrote this like 6 months ago i just kept forgetting to post it #so yeah everyone who liked that post here it is #this is written like a fucking essay cause i have problems #but yeah enjoy #teen wolf #teen wolf meta #theo raeken #theo raeken meta

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awkwardanxiousasexual · 1 year

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Soooooo I finally watched the Teen Wolf Movie and I have a couple thoughts that I need to write down....

- First off, I don’t really get Hakari as a character? Is she supposed to be Liams girlfriend? Just a friend? I got the impression that she and Scott had met before and knew each other but I have no clue how they met or how well they knew each other. I felt like we got to know nothing about her other then that she is a Kitsune. I suspect that this is a result of Arden Cho declining to be in the movie. They needed a Kitsune in the main cast because the villain was the Nogitsune but couldn’t use Kira. I wouldn’t be surprised if a lot of her lines were originally Kira’s and they just changed the name.

-I don’t like that Allison came back. It’s fine and all but it’s just not my vibe. I kinda assumed that once all the villains were gone she would disappear? I thought that she was more a projection or a spell and wouldn’t stay alive so now that she is real (I’m assuming) I feel kinda weird about it.

-You can always count on Teen Wolf to have queerbait. Eli really does come across as a Sterek child. Like he very much had Stiles energy (clumsy, bad at lacrosse, sarcastic, obsessed with the jeep) while being Dereks son. There is no way that the writers had no idea what they were doing with this. Coming from someone who doesn’t even ship Sterek, it’s so obvious that they wanted Sterek shippers to draw those parallel even though it’s not canon

-I HATE Malia and Parrish together. It doesn’t make any sense at ALL. Why do they keep trying to pair Parrish with these younger women??? Like I get that they are both adults but when you remember that he had that weird flirting thing with Lydia in season 6 and now this? Plus Malia was with Stiles, then Scott, now Parrish? Can’t she just exist without a relationship for a bit please?

-The chemistry teacher was not a good villain. I literally forgot about him lmao he was not a memorable enough character (imo) to have the dramatic face reveal and need the hood the whole time.

- I feel like the idea of Eli being scared of being a Werewolf because he saw his dad as a monster was a really interesting idea that went terribly. It could have been fleshed out a lot more. It just felt like a really fast jump from Eli cant transform to Eli is a werewolf.

-Overall, I feel like there weren’t enough meaningful interactions between characters? Why didn’t we get to see Liam and Mason talk? They are best friends!! Or Liam interacting with Scott more given that he was Scotts beta? I saw this on tumblr earlier (sorry I don’t remember from who) but Eli and Malia are literally related and it’s hard to tell. It’s implied that Malia was somewhat involved in his life since she knows that he has issues transforming but it’s not obvious from their interactions. A lot of this movie just felt awkward because these characters have pre-existing relationships that went ignored. It doesn’t help that the cast was just whoever was willing to show up and not who was needed for the story

-Derek dying is a terrible ending to his character especially since he burned like the rest of his family. I don’t think that he would just abandon his son. I get that he was dying to protect him but there had to have been other ways to kill the Nogitsune

#teen wolf #teen wolf: the movie #mtv teen wolf #derek hale #scott mccall #liam dunbar #malia hale

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teenwolf-theoriginals · 1 year

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teen wolf: the movie thoughts

i’ve been thinking a lot about the teen wolf movie now that it’s coming out soon, and i have a few things i am nervous/excited about. because when beloved shows get rebooted or revived, majority of them end up ruining what was written previously, disrespecting the characters/their storylines for the sake of drama, and i don’t want that to happen to teen wolf.

i’m nervous about:

- stydia: i hope jeff didn’t break them up, but 13-15 years is a long time and people do drift apart. but stydia was a couple that was portrayed as “soulmates”. and if that gets ruined by a break-up just because dylan/stiles isn’t in the movie, i’m gonna be pretty pissed off. that is one quick way to ruin teen wolf for me and make it really hard to go back and enjoy the seasons. so i hope just because dylan/stiles isn’t in the movie, that doesn’t affect stydia. because they didn’t go through all that they went through to have it ruined in 2 hours. - allison coming back: i love that she is, and i am intrigued to see how it’s done. but i can’t go through another allison death scene again. the first one was too much. and the thought of potentially having the movie end with allison “dying” again makes me wonder if bringing her back, in whatever way they have, might cheapen her season 3 death?. whatever the story is with allison and the nogitsune, i hope it’s done in a way that makes sense, and respects allison and her relationships with the other characters. - how they go about stiles’ absence: let’s be honest, the reason why stiles didn’t come back to help his best friend/father/love of his life deal with this old/new supernatural enemy has to be a pretty solid one. because stiles wouldn’t leave scott alone to deal with allison coming back, he’d want to be there for his brother. so, i feel like that’s another reason why they choose the nogitsune. because then they can say the trauma from being possessed by him in S3 is the reason why he’s staying away. or scott, lydia, papa stilinski could of insisted stiles not come because they don’t want to subject him to that trauma again. also, they could say stiles is undercover somewhere since at the end of S6 he did walk into the FBI. whatever the reason, it needs to be believable for the fans to accept “oh, that’s why stiles isn’t there”. not some shitty reason that isn’t believable. - jeff/the writers ignoring what was canon or what previous seasons developed: i would love for there to be little easter eggs to previous seasons (beyond just the nogitsune, oni, etc). some shows/writers have a tendency to lean more towards drama purposes, then making sure that the revival is an extension of previous stories told while also keeping it fresh and exciting. i don’t want teen wolf to be one of those shows that ruins 6 seasons worth of content and characters. i don’t want to watch the movie and feel like it was a mistake to make it. - the movie format vs the season format: i assume the movie is roughly going to be 2 hours, and it concerns me either that may not be enough time to conclude the story or give proper character development, or the movie will drag on and include unnecessary filler scenes. also, this is going to sound bad, but i want the movie to be, kinda, like a love letter to the original characters. i don’t want new characters to be where they don’t fit. it’s two hours (roughly), and the nogitsune storyline seems like it’ll be a big one. and i selfishly want majority of the screen time to go towards allison and the friendships/connections we grew to love in the show - mama mccall/scott, lydia/allison, scott/allison, derek/scott, liam/scott, malia/scott, papa argent/allison, papa stilinski/mama mccall, derek/peter, liam/mason, etc.

i’m excited about:

- allison: i’m not sure if i’m more nervous or excited, but i am so glad to see allison again. i just have my fingers crossed the decision to bring her back was well thought out, and not done so with ill-intent. but then again, i doubt crystal would reprise a version of allison if she felt like it wasn’t genuine or respectful to allison, her journey and her connections with the characters - mainly her dad, scott and lydia. - the nogitsune: i know a lot of people aren’t too thrilled that they are using the nogitsune as the villain, and i get it, because dylan did make void stiles so iconic that it’s hard to imagine anybody else doing the same. but i keep thinking back to that bone-chilling line that void stiles said at the end of S3, “you can kill the oni, but me?. me?. you can’t kill me, i’m a thousand years old”. and the nogitsune is a trickster (if i remember correctly) so i assume in the span of 1,000 years there has been many variations of the nogitsune. i know, i may be in the minority, but i am intrigued by how different this nogitsune is, and why it choose allison out of everyone. and to ultimately see what crystal does with it. she is such a talented actress, that i am super intrigued to see void allison and scott, lydia’s and papa argent’s reactions to having to fight, yet again, somebody that they love. but i get why so many don’t like the idea, because it is a slippery slope. and it could either turn out absolutely amazing or the worst idea ever. - seeing my favourite characters again: scott, lydia, allison, papa argent/stilinski, mama mccall, peter, derek, etc. - the scenes with allison + the core group: her interactions with lydia, scott and especially her dad. no matter if you dislike/hate the idea of void allison/the nogitsune, i think the one thing we can agree on is the scenes between her and scott, lydia and her dad are going to be some of the best ones in the movie.

also, one important question i have:

- where’s isaac?. will we see him. why have i seen nothing about whether or not he’s in the movie???: my baby has been in france (i think that’s where he is) for a long time. is he okay? is he safe?. i need to know where issac is, what he’s been up to all these years, and i need to see him again, plus i would love to see issac’s reaction to allison being “back”. and to see him also help scott through it. while also getting some issac/papa argent and isaac/derek scenes. the bottom line is, it’s been enough time, bring isaac back!

#teen wolf #teen wolf the movie #my thoughts

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