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Oh no. MAGA is mad that the NYT shared the names of DOGE staffers. Don’t share this! Would be a shame

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“i’m glad you came back.” 

“me too.”

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Derek Hale is a cuddler once his emotional walls are down, and I will stand by that until my last breath

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I had a dream last night that deputy!derek was on patrol with a newbie hire and wasn’t talking much (cause haha derek). the newbie is lowkey nervous af and is just about sweating bullets when this blue jeep rushes by and sweet lord baby jesus, this stoic cop hauls ass after this rickety jeep and pulls it over sirens and everything.

newbie is confused.

newbie is sitting meek in the patrol car when derek opens the door and stalks…stalks to that damn jeep.

did the driver just flip him off?

oh, this is gonna be a mess.

newbie straightens in his seat and moves to get out of the car when his eyes go comically wide as he watches derek, this mean ass dude, lean into the window and-

did he just KISS THE DRIVER?

newbie doesn’t know what the fuck is happening.

the driver (derek’s dude-man?!) hands derek a white plastic bag and oh shit derek’s leaning in again.

what?

oh fuck, he’s coming back.

derek’s opening the door and slides back in, the bag making more noise than anything else in the car.

“um,” newbie starts but derek turns a mean (MEAN) raised eyebrow at him and all newbie’s soul goes out the window but he can’t help himself. Nine lives and all that. “Who was that?”

Derek starts to open the bag to peer inside, “My husband,” and proceeds to pull out that looks like a pulled pork sandwich, “he made us lunch. You want yours?”

newbie stares at him before muttering, “yeah, thanks,” as he internally loses his shit.

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Sterek but they’re in high school together AU ♡

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Just other thiam memes 🫶

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I will not elaborate any of these unless requested

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i don't have much for anything, there's a blackout bc of winter weather where i live so writing time has been scarce, so i apologize that these are short!

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There’s a long stretch of silence, so long that it draws Theo out of his reading. Sitting up from his position lying down on the couch, he calls out, “Brett? Who is it?”

All he’s met with is more silence, which does nothing to ease his nerves. He calls out again, “Brett? Are you okay?”

“You just gotta come see this.” 

Confused, Theo stands up, placing his book down. “Uh, okay. Brett, did you accidentally eat one of your teammates' weed gummies again?”

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“You’re not imagining it.” Liam answers, only half paying attention as he starts scanning the tree line for any glimpse of his courter. “It had to have been him, right? There’s no other logical conclusion.”

“Exactly.” Mason exclaims, taking note of what Liam’s doing and starting to look himself. “You don’t think that he’s actually out there still, do you?”

Liam shrugs. “I mean, he has to be close, right? I can still smell the vanilla apples pretty strongly.”

Mason snaps his fingers, causing Liam to bring his attention away from the forest around and to him. “That’s what it was. Goodness, I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it smelled like.”

hope you enjoy!

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Last Line Tag 🗣️

Tagged by @thiamsalpha !! Thank you 🫶🏾

Alex groans, peeling off his hoodie and holding it away from his body. “This was brand new.” He says forlornly.

Theo quirks a brow.

“Was.”

Alec scowls.

“You know what? You’re not funny.”

“Right?” Theo says. “I’m hilarious.”

“I hate you.” Alec says, but there’s a smile tugging its way onto his lips and a fondness in his voice.

Theo rolls his eyes, but deep down something warm unfurls in his chest.

He doesn’t let himself think about it too much.

No pressure tagging: @theoceanismyinkwell @falling-for-boys @ksbbb @theoraeeken @bluewrite @chasing-chimeras

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Chapter 8 - 14

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The pack is training, and Stiles keeps sneaking glances at Derek, who’s shirtless and sparring with Scott.

Lydia: rolling her eyes "You’re staring."

Stiles: without looking away "I’m admiring. There’s a difference."

Malia: snorting "You’re drooling."

Derek: calling over without missing a beat "I can hear you, Stiles."

Stiles: grinning "Good. You should know how appreciated you are."

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In SoulmateAUs do you think babies who are born but die not too long later have soulmates who feel their deaths?

Like the ones where it's like your soulmates' first words to you are on your wrist or whatever, but like technically those babies were born and technically had soulmates.

Do you think their soulmates who never had words or such on their skin and wondered if maybe they just weren't good enough to have a soulmate or they didn't deserve a soulmate but in reality it was just that their soulmate died as a baby and didn't get the chance to ever say anything to them?

What about the ones where you don't see color until you meet your soulmate? That means that if these people had soulmates that died as babies, they never get to see color.

I'm currently having an existential crisis about this, and I'm not sure why.

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Already Home

Pack nights at the loft were loud, chaotic, and exactly what Stiles needed after a long week of school and supernatural nonsense. He’d curled up on the couch, wedged between Isaac and Boyd, still listening to the conversation even as his blinks grew longer. The warmth, the hum of voices, the solid weight of Derek sitting on the armrest beside him—all of it lulled him into sleep before he even realized he was drifting.

It wasn’t until Scott tried to wake him that things got… tense.

“Hey, Stiles—” Scott barely had his hand halfway to Stiles’ shoulder when a low, warning growl rumbled through the room. Scott froze. Everyone did.

Derek was staring him down, eyes dark with the promise of violence if he took one more step.

Scott raised his hands immediately. “Whoa. Not trying to take your boy, dude. Just trying to get him home.”

Derek didn’t even hesitate. His voice was firm, absolute. “He already is.”

The words settled over the pack like a command, like a truth that had always existed even if no one had said it out loud.

Scott blinked, exhaling through his nose. “Okay. Got it.”

There was no more arguing after that.

Derek didn’t trust anyone else to do it, so he scooped Stiles up himself, carefully shifting him so his head rested against Derek’s shoulder. Stiles stirred slightly, making a soft, sleepy noise as his fingers curled into Derek’s shirt.

The pack made no comment as Derek carried him up the loft stairs, though Erica smirked knowingly.

Once in his room, Derek set Stiles down on the bed, tugging the blanket over him with more care than he’d ever admit to. He hesitated for a moment before brushing Stiles’ hair back, fingers tracing lightly over his temple.

He should leave. Give him space. But before he could move away, Stiles shifted, murmuring something barely audible against the pillow.

Derek frowned. “What?”

Stiles’ eyes stayed closed, but he turned his face toward Derek’s touch, exhaling softly. “Heard what you said,” he mumbled. A pause. Then, even quieter, “’M home with you.”

Derek’s breath caught. He swallowed hard, watching Stiles’ face, waiting for any sign that he was awake enough to remember this conversation in the morning. But Stiles was already sinking deeper into sleep, face relaxed in a way Derek rarely saw.

Derek let out a slow breath, then—without thinking too hard about it—leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Stiles’ forehead.

“Yeah,” he whispered, “You are.”

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Derek: sitting on the couch, completely still

Scott: whispering "Why aren’t you moving?"

Derek: glancing down at Stiles sleeping on his chest "He had a long day."

Scott: grinning "You so love him."

Derek: softly "Yeah. I do."

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Stiles is packing lunch bags for the pack before a mission.

Stiles: handing one to Derek "Yours has extra protein bars because you’ll get grumpy."

Derek: grumbling "I don’t get grumpy."

Stiles: ignoring him, handing a bag to Scott "Yours has fruit. You’ve been eating too much pizza."

Scott: amused "What are you, my mom?"

Stiles: "Yes, and I expect a thank you when you’re not starving halfway through the mission."

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HELP!

Okay, so @scerek and I are considering writing a fic sometime that uses as many old fanfic tropes from early TW fandom days.

What fanfic tropes from the early days of teen wolf fandom (think 2011-2013) do you remember being used in tons of fic?