#mh sheriff

[jekylljekyllhydejekyllhydehyde]

[i-like-polls]

[awakenedevildays]

「naps and forgetfulness」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

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The door clicks shut as you walk into Stiles bedroom. Thanks to your luck Sheriff Stilinski was just getting out of the house when you arrived at his porch and quickly let you in before going to work.

You spot Stiles immediately: he is curled up in his bed with his lips parted slightly and his breathing soft, he is wearing the grey sweatpants you love paired with a plain t-shirt and hair slightly messier than usual.

Despite the fact that you're slight mad at him for forgetting to come pick you up after work, the sight can't help but make you giggle lovingly at his expression and let your purse fall on the floor silently before changing into one of his shirts and boxers.

Stiles continues to remain asleep, unaware of your presence in the room and it doesn't really surprise you, he is a very heavy sleeper, after all, and it’d take a lot more than just a small giggle to wake him up.

His body shifts on the blankets, rolling over onto his belly and you take advantage of his change of position to climb on his bed and body to leave a trail of kisses up his back until the nape of his neck. His skin is soft to the touch, and as your lips leave gentle kisses on his skin, his muscles visibly shudders until you can feel him starting to stir, even if his eyes are still closed.

"mh?" he mumbles with frowning eyebrows.

"excuse me sir? I think you're in the wrong bed, and house" you whisper in his ear after nibbling it softly with your teeth.

His body stiffens when your teeth graze over his ear, but he sighs at the sound of your voice as a soft smile appears on his lips. "Baby, what are you doin here?" he mumbles sleepily but he's not displeased to see (hear) you, on the contrary, he loves when you unexpectedly come at his house to see him.

He moves to turn around on his back and you lift your hips just enough for him to do it without difficulty, only to sit back on his hips when he's done moving.

"I wanted to see if everything was okay, but it seems I was worried for nothing" you say with a bit of sarcasm in your voice that Stiles catches immediately, he opens his eyes to look at you groggily.

"oh no, what did I do?" he asks, resting his hands on your hips to squeeze them lightly, his face already looks guilty and your heart melts.

"you were supposed to come pick me up at work so that we could spend the night at my house which, as you may remember, is empty because my parents are away, watch a movie, have sex and sleep together so that we could have gone to school together tomorrow morning, does something ring in that pretty head of yours?" you explain with a victorious smile on your face.

"oh, fuck. baby I'm sorry, I swear I didn't forget I fell asleep after coming back home and forgot to set the alarm, I'm so sorry" he says covering his face in embarrassment. “Are you mad at me?”

"No, I've come to terms with it, my friends had warned me, after all" you sigh while resting your hands on his belly and he looks at you confused, you barely manage to hide a smile "that you would get tired of me and keep me around just for sex, like all boys do, after all-"

"ok that's it, you've said enough bullshits already." he says grinning and pulls you by your hands to lay your body over his and wrap his arms around you to keep you there, a squeal leaves your lips between laughters. After all, he knows you're only joking.

"you're stuck here now, forever" he says laughing as his hands start moving up and down your back, he's strong enough to keep you pressed against his chest but even if he wasn't, you would never dream of moving, ever.

"I don't mind" you admit hiding your face in his neck to kiss it lovingly and he sighs, closing his sleepy eyes as if your lips on his neck are trying to lull him back to sleep.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't want you to take the bus to come here" he apologizes again.

"I didn't take the bus, Logan drove me here" you answer and you feel a sense of satisfaction at your words when you hear your boyfriend groan.

"fucking Logan" you giggle "with his- fucking Mercedes and his- fucking crush on you" he keeps on rambling.

"oh come on! he was being nice" you say to lighten his thoughts.

"yeah right, of course he's always fucking nice, he's got a massive crush on you, I bet you love his car more than mine" he mumbles with a displeased expression on his face.

"don't be ridiculous, I love your Jeep" you tell him between giggles and Stiles rolls you two over so that you're on your back and him splayed on top of you and between your legs, now it's his turn to hide his face in your neck.

"and you love me right? more than- and better than Logan right?" he mumbles nuzzling his nose against your neck, and his arms wrap around your body to keep you still, you're definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.

"I don't know, before making such a statement I should ask him if he would ever forget to come pick m- OW!" a harsh bite on your neck interrupts you.

"don't even joke about it" he says against your skin after kissing the still sore spot and slowly moving up your neck until they're next to your ear. "and for the record, you're stuck with me baby" he whispers.

"I'm happy to hear that, now give me a real kiss" you demand.

"yes, ma'am." he mutters before propping himself on one of his elbows to move better his other hand from your hip to your chin, your head now tilted so that he can kiss you properly. His lips move against yours as his body presses yours further against the mattress.

His tongue slides over your bottom lip and you feel him smiling before his tongue slips inside your mouth, all you can taste and feel is him, and as his tongue teases yours you let your hand tangle into his messy hair and tug at it lightly.

His hands move up, taking your shirt with it until it's bunched over your bra before slowly breaking the kiss to remove the piece of fabric.

"what do you think you're doing?" you ask, taking his wrist in your fingers to stop him and it takes a second for Stiles to understand what you just asked, his lust-filled eyes looks at you unfocused. His dilated pupils roam down the length of your body until he reaches your chest and the black bra you're wearing, but almost as if he just realized he's doing something wrong he shakes his head.

"I- I'm sorry, I thought uhm- I thought we were going to have sex" his words drift off while his fingers, still wrapped around the fabric of 'your' shirt, twitch in excitement and anticipation.

"oh!" you laugh "no, no. we're not going to have sex baby" you tell him with a satisfied smile on your face.

"w-we're not?" your boyfriend asks and he can't help but look disappointed when you push him by his shoulder until he falls on his back next to you so that you're able to get up from his bed, he was looking forward to that.

"No, we're not" you confirm and he looks at you in disbelief, eyes and mouth wide open in shock as he props his body on his elbows again to look at you better.

"is it because I didn't come to pick you up from work?" he asks but he already knows the answer.

"You're so smart, love-" you compliment him, walking towards the bed to kiss his lips "now come on, let's go to my house."

"right now?" he asks and there's still disappointment in his voice, but he doesn't protest further as he gets up to start looking for his car keys.

"Yeah! I still want to spend the night with you at mine's" you say as a matter of fact and Stiles hurries to grab his hoodie from where it laid on his desk.

"And- and we're just gonna- watch a movie and call it a day or…?" he asks, his voice is doubtful, and it's clear he's still waiting for a chance to change your mind.

"That depends, are you going to pay for dinner?"

"Like I always do"

"And are you going to forget about me again?"

"Never again, I'll die before it happens a second time"

"Mh… we'll see" you only say walking out of his room and down the stairs with him following you like a kicked puppy.

"Baby, come on! I said I'm sor- are you wearing my boxers? are you trying to kill me?!"

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it seems like I also write for Stiles now, lol, enjoy! 💞

Not proofread, I'll correct it in the next days.

Do not copy or repost.

[nightclawduke]

I'm currently part of an art contest and I'm drawing under several promts choosen by the judges. I told myself I wouldn't take another inktober challenge but seeing that the first 3 places will recieve a steam game as prize... that's when I decided I could at least try. And so, that's why I'm drawing more often. Even if I don't make it on top, it's still a good experience to experiment with my style and such.

Next drawing will feature my usual "oc trash" and a certain sheriff with MH thematic, why? because I can and I'm cringe.

This is a WIP.

[bringthekaos]

If they decide to make another opening for season 2, we could see Arcane's MH design before he shows up in the actual show.

I would love to see them tweak the theme!! Like… keep it mostly the same or similar, but add the elements that have changed about the characters. Like Cait wearing the Sheriff’s uniform, maybe even having her signature Hextech rifle. And oooooo Jayce’s fur collar??? I think I might shit and die.

But I definitely don’t want too much of the Machine Herald spoiled. Like maybe just a super zoomed in shot of the Hexclaw, which we’ve already seen, and maybe the mask, but not his face? Like nothing that could identify him to those who don’t already know, but just enough for those of us who do know to lose our damn minds.

It would be really cool to have 2 different versions of the theme, one that’s secretive about the Machine Herald, and one that fully reveals it once we’re farther into the season and have seen him. But that’s probably wishful thinking, the team has enough on their hands.

[kinformative]

🌌mod trist's intro

hey, I'm 🌌 mod trist! i am an adult and use he/any pronouns(I also have adhd but idk where to put this so I’ma stick it here). I'm an IRL/kin of tristan [dnb/dfac/etc.] n' some other kins as well. I take kin stuff seriously since its been in my life for super long. Doubles as long as you're ok with me , I'm ok with you (feel free to send in requests) !

my tags:

#[🌌]mod trist- requests n' asks answered by me

#[🌌]homework - accepted/completed requests or asks

#[🌌] missingno - declined/not accepted requests

[requests , fandoms i do ,and stuff i don't down below]

requests i can do:

icons/pride-icons , art/doodles, moodboards/stimboards/memeboards , sprite edits/panel edits [hs specifically] , titles/names/pronouns , userboxes , stamps , canon calls/kinfessions , pokemon teams , kinassigns , xenogenders/kingenders , positive messages , coin flips , kinsona designs , kin mem help

Fandoms I do:

homestuck , bloodswaps/kidswaps , hiveswap , some other mspfa , mlp , roblox (regretevator+) , pico's school , tankmen , madness combat , minecraft , creeypasta/exes , scp , slenderverse [emh , mh] , hlvrai , horror [analog(tmc , twf), slasher, mascot (fnaf [+fangames] , gobb , ppt) ] , object shows(so many ik), helluva boss/hazbin hotel , south park, rick and morty , slay the princess , backrooms, incredibox [+ mods] , ockin , songkin, undertale[+aus] , deltarune, among us logic , ben 10, spongebob , otherkin, dnb/dfac/bbieal mods/bbieal/etc.,

Stuff I don't do : (that isn’t in blacklist)

cyril/cyclops (pico's school) , pico x cassandra (pico's school), danganronpa , skyverse mods(fnf), genderbent stuff, glitchtale, the sheriff x sandford (madness combat),

[insidi0summoved]

michale mayers « @pumpkinstabs » cast a spell : now that nick has successfully become the sheriff, he has been working long days & nights and michael has not seen his lover as much as he would like to. now that they're both home, michael having just arrived from his mechanic job, oil still on his face and clothes, he slips up behind nick as nick begins cutting up vegetables for their dinner. he's hungry, yes, but not for food. he presses his groin right against his lover's backside, knowing he'll be able to feel his hardness as he begins to kiss the side of his neck, large hand slipping between nick's thighs, kneading and squeezing. "dessert first, maybe?" he mumbles lowly, mouth starting to water at the thought of tasting his lover after so long of not being able to.

It had been a while since the last time Nick had been able to cook for the two of them, ever since getting his promotion to sheriff he came home far too late for such thing and half the time too exhausted to even consider eating to being with.  However everything was finally settling down, which is why he was already home and starting to prep their dinner.  A surprise spoiled by sound of the front door opening, but then again it wasn't as if Nick minded all that much.  If he was to be honest, he only cared to finally be able to spend some time with his man.

There was something akin to a content hum slipping past his mouth as Michael approached him, his nose so easily picking up the smell of sweat mixed with motor oil and the all too familiar scent that was uniquely him.  Fuck, he had missed him.  Nick's movements faltering, words of greeting getting stuck on his tongue and swallowed back down at the feeling of Michael pressing against him, and Nick found himself pushing back, his own body having a mind of its own  as ever so subtly ground his behind once, twice against his hardness.  Letting go of the knife just so the witch could reach for the other's head, fingers raking through his hair and Nick tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his skin for his lover to kiss.  " Michael. "  His name breathed out, Michael's mouth hot against his skin.  It was almost embarrassing the way Nick's body was so quick to respond to ever the smallest touch from the other, but for once he didn't care, not when it had been so long since the last time.

The all too familiar fingers of his lover slipping between his thighs caught the witch by surprise, and the whine that escaped his mouth was nothing short from obscene, a shudder of pleasure coursing through his whole frame, feeling himself growing hard.  He could feel a familiar heat starting to pool deep in his core.  Nick's free hand moving to rest on top of Michael's, applying just the slightest of pressure, not to stop him but to make sure that he kept going.  A tug on Michael's hair, making him lift his head just so Nick could turn to look at him, pale hues gleaming with want, need even.  Leaning close, mouth brushing over Michael's, a sigh breathed.  " Dessert, mh ?  Isn't a little early for that ? "  Teasing words that didn't quiet match his actions, how could they ?  When Nick was still ever so slowly grinding his backside against Michael's clothed cock, loving the way it felt against him.  Another brush of lips, however this time Nick let his teeth scrape along Michael's bottom lip.  " But perhaps we could make an exception, after all you seem so impatient. "  It was only then that Nick finally captured the other's mouth in a searing kiss.

[orchardservices]

☆☆☆☆UPDATE☆☆☆☆

The CHP has de-activated the Amber Alert as of Monday afternoon

POSSIBLE 207 (kidnapping) occurred on or about June 26,2023 out of Lancaster Sheriff's Station suspect is to be considered ARMED & DANGEROUS dial 911 if seen do NOT try to engage or approach suspect AMBER ALERT has been issued on or about today’s date of June 27,2023.

**CRIME BROADCAST **

207. 16100 block Sweetaire Ave, Lake LA. Vehicle is a 2007 Buick Lucerne, silver, Colorado lic #AUIX94. DP named, Ephran Sanchez, male Hispanic, 25, 5'8", 130. DP left with wife, Sabrina Sanchez, female, white, 32, and their 2 month old daughter. Believed victims left with suspect under duress and in fear. Suspect believed to be armed with a handgun, considered and dangerous. Units to 927C the area for DP.

Amber Alert issued

#LASD Major Crimes Bureau Attempt to Locate: Kidnapping Suspect and Victims, Lancaster

DATE: Sunday, June 25, 2023

REPORTED AT: 11:45 a.m.

LOCATION: Unincorporated Lancaster

VICTIMS: Sabrina Sanchez, 32y.o. and Itzel Sanchez, 2 months old

SUSPECT: Efrain Sanchez, 25y.o.

UNIT: Major Crimes Bureau

NARRATIVE:

On 06/25/23 at approximately 11:45 a.m., the suspect left his residence in the unincorporated area of Lancaster with his wife (Victim 1) and their two-month-old daughter (Victim 2). It is believed the victims left with the suspect out of duress and fear for their safety, after he previously committed a sexual assault upon a family member.

Suspect Sanchez has made recent threats to murder his wife and child and he is believed to be armed with a handgun.

Suspect Sanchez should be considered armed and dangerous. It is believed the victims are in serious physical danger. Suspect Sanchez was last seen driving in a silver 2007 Buick Lucerne with Colorado License Plate AUI-X94.

Anyone with any information, please contact the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Major Crimes Bureau Tip Line at (562) 946-7893 or Lancaster Sheriff Station at (661) 948-8466 or if you would like to remain anonymous, you may call Crime Stoppers at (800)222-8477, or on-line at www.p3tips.com.

🚨🚨🚨🚨AMBER ALERT🚨🚨🚨🚨

The California Highway Patrol has issued an Amber Alert following a kidnapping from the 16100 block Sweetaire Avenue, Lake Los Angeles. The suspect vehicle is a 2007 Buick Lucerne, silver, with Colorado license plates #AUIX94. Suspect is named, Efrain Sanchez, male, Hispanic, 25, 5'8", 130. Suspect left with wife, Sabrina Sanchez, female, white, 32, and their 2 month old daughter. Believed victims left with suspect under duress and in fear. Suspect believed to be armed with a handgun, considered armed and dangerous. Law enforcement agencies searching for suspect and suspect vehicle. If seen, please call 911.

LOS ANGELES COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT

SPECIAL BULLETIN

SHERIFF ROBERT G. LUNA

ATTEMPT TO LOCATE

KIDNAPPING-207 PC

Suspect

Suspect Vehicle:

Silver 2007 Buick Luceme

Colorado LP# AUI-X94

Victim 1

SUSPECT: Efrain Sanchez, MH/7-11-97, 508/130, BRO/BRO, CDL#Y8933301

VICTIM 1: Sabrina Sanchez, FW/32

VICTIM 2: Itzel Sanchez, FH/2 months old

Victim 2

On 06/25/23 at approximately 1145 hours, the suspect left his residence in the unincorporated

area of Lancaster with his wife (Victim 1) and their two-month-old daughter (Victim 2). It is

believed the victims left with the suspect out of duress and fear for their safety, after he

previously committed a sexual assault upon a family member. Suspect Sanchez has made

recent threats to murder his wife and child and he is believed to be armed with a handgun.

Suspect Sanchez should be considered armed and dangerous. It is believed the victims

are in serious physical danger. Suspect Sanchez was last seen driving in a silver 2007 Buick

Lucerne with Colorado License Plate AUI-X94.

Any information, please contact the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department Major Crimes

Bureau Tip Line at (562) 946-7893 or Lancaster Sheriff Station at (661) 948-8466.

Any information, please contact:

LASD Major Crimes Bureau - Metro Detail

11515 S Colima Rd C-111, Whittier, CA 90604

ATTENTION: Sgt. M. Mileski, (562) 946-7037

CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY

PATROL

AMBER ALERT

CHILD ABDUCTED/TAKEN

ARMED & DANGEROUS

Name: Efrain Sanchez-Jimenez

Age: 25 Years Old

Height: 5' 8" tall

Weight: 130 Pounds

Name: Sabrina Sanchez

Age: 31 Years Old

Height: 5' 2"

Weight: 135

Hair:

Brown

Hair:

Black

Eyes:

Brown

Eyes:

Brown

Clothing: White tank top

and silver shorts.

Name: Itzel Sanchez

Age:

Hair:

Eyes:

2 months old

Brown

Brown

Clothing: Unknown

Clothing: Red and Black

dress, pink shorts and black

puma shirt.

Vehicle: 2007 Buick Lucerne Silver

CO Plate AUI-X94

Actual Veli

THIS AMBER ALERT HAS BEEN ACTIVATED BY THE CHP ON BEHALF OF THE LOS ANGELES

COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT.

SABRINA SANCHEZ AND ITZEL SANCHEZ WERE LAST SEEN WITH EFRAIN SANCHEZ-JIMENEZ

ON JUNE 25, 2023, AT APPROXIMATELY 1200 HOURS, IN LANCASTER, LOS ANGELES COUNTY.

SANCHEZ-JIMENEZ SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

IF SEEN CALL 9-1-1

https://nixle.us/EJFKX

CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL

AMBER ALERT

CHILD ABDUCTED/TAKEN

ARMED & DANGEROUS

CATED

Name: Efrain Sanchez-Jimenez

Age:

25 Years Old

Height: 5' 8" tall

Name: Sabrina Sanchez

Age: 31 Years Old

Height: 5' 2"

Weight: 135

Weight: 130 Pounds

Hair:

Brown

Hair:

Eyes:

Brown

Eyes:

Clothing: White tank top

and silver shorts.

Black

Brown

Name: Itzel Sanchez

2 months old

Brown

Age:

Hair:

Eyes:

Clothing: Unknown

Brown

Clothing: Red and Black

dress, pink shorts and black

puma shirt.

Vehicle: 2007 Buick Lucerne Silver

CO Plate AUI-X94

THIS AMBER ALERT HAS BEEN ACTIVATED BY THE CHP ON BEHALF OF THE LOS ANGELES

COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT.

SABRINA SANCHEZ AND ITZEL SANCHEZ WERE LAST SEEN WITH EFRAIN SANCHEZ, ON JUNE

25, 2023, AT APPROXIMATELY 1200 HOURS, IN LANCASTER, LOS ANGELES COUNTY. SANCHEZ-

JIMENEZ SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

IF SEEN CALL 9-1-1

[nymphaforesta]

didn't it seem somewhat anticlimactic though? Like all those years looking and it was just him. At one time I thought it was Jane himself.

yeah i thought so too:/ i think they should have just let it be bertram because the sheriff just came out of nowhere mh but the first real john was the perfect one to me

[tms-blog-site]

Sig Sauer Adds Another Gun to Their Line-Up With the Sig Sauer P320 M18

The Sig Sauer P320 M18 is the latest addition from Sig Sauer to its arsenal of guns. This gun is an immediate replacement for the Beretta M9. The X-Carry version is also available. It's an X-Carry version that is smaller and has an ergonomic grip. The main characteristics of this gun are a fully-sized magazine as well as an ambidextrous thumbrest and the ability to reversibly release magazines, and the mechanical disconnector. Sig Sauer P320 M18 Review The full-size pistol, which is striker-fired, Sig Sauer P320 M18 can be found here. The design is reminiscent of the M9 Beretta but has some key differences. Designed to be highly well-balanced and battle-ready the P320 is an ideal weapon for both self-defense and combat.

Like any pistol, the grip is a crucial factor to consider. Although the M9 grip is extremely ergonomic and gives great control, it can be too big for some users. The M18 grip might be the better choice for those who have smaller hands. The grip is constructed from a polymer grip module with a strong texture. Sig Sauer P320 M18 XCarry Sig Sauer is an established name in the world of pistols. They are well-known for producing the heavy-metal-framed pistols. They also produce polymer-framed pistols. They've made several attempts at the market for handguns made of polymer. The latest model they have is called the P320. The P320 is a striker fired pistol. It has a full-sized frame as well as the 3.9-inch barrel. The SIG Sauer P320 is a very well-liked choice among law enforcement agencies and the military. The reliability and accuracy of the P320 are popular. The slide is made from stainless steel that resists corrosion. Sig Sauer P320 MHS model Sig Sauer has added another gun to their line up with the Sig Sauer P320 MHS variant. The MHS model was created for the US Military Modular Handgun System. This design is quite like the Beretta 9 standard pistol. The SIG P320 is the first handgun with a striker fired. This makes it a smaller pistol that is easier to carry. It also has modular components such as a removable chassis, which houses the Fire Control Unit. This allows the handgun to be replaced by other parts. Sig Sauer P320 MHS mechanical disconnector Sig Sauer will upgrade the Sig P320 handgun to include the possibility of a mechanical disconnector. The disconnector is designed to reduce the effects of an inertia drop. The pistol SIG P320 MHS will continue to be chambered in 9x19mm Parabellum. It will however be available in a 10mm automatic variant. Its ammunition is an Winchester hollow-point round that is jacketed. The U.S. Department of Defense has selected the SIG P320 MHS as the future Modular Handgun System. The gun was tested and is expected to be safe for drop. The product does not include manual safety. Sig Sauer magazine extensions P320 MHS Sig Sauer P320 MHS magazine extensions can add a few rounds to the typical SIG P320 MHS magazine. They use an aluminum inlay of the 6000 series as well as a "NoBak" extension mechanism for magazines that allows for a more efficient and more snug fitting. They are compatible with SIG P320 MHS 15 and 17-round magazines and are available in a variety of colors. The Sig P320 MHS magazine extension also boasts a number of other features that include a 6000 series aluminum inlay and a tyrant CNC "NoBak" magazine extension system, as well as a hex key for easy installation. Sig Sauer P320 M18 pistol that was holstered began to fire on its' own Sig Sauer has been sued due to a number of issues. The P320 M18 holstered gun, that allegedly exploded on its own and caused injuries to people, was the subject of many lawsuits. These lawsuits were filed mostly by law enforcement officials. Marcie Vadnais was a Virginia sheriff's depute. Her pistol, holstered at P320, was shot out by itself last year, injuring her. The bullet struck her thigh and femur. CNN tried to contact Sig Sauer to inquire about her comments, but she did not reply. Texas has also seen another police officer injured. Sig Sauer hasn't issued an recall for the P320. However, the manufacturer is not offering an upgrade for the pistol, which may still fire on its own. The Sig Sauer P320 is a replacement for the Beretta M9 Sig Sauer introduces the P320 M18 the new sidearm that is standard issue. The new handgun will replace the Beretta M9. The P320 is a striker-fired semi-automatic pistol. The P320-M18 delivers unmatched reliability and precision. It's also compact and easily concealable. It comes with a 21-round magazine. It can also be equipped with silencers. The pistol's 3.9-inch barrel looks stylish thanks to its coyote tan finish. The pistol has the night sight plate that is mounted on the slide and a rear-facing plate that is removable for a compact red dot site. The slide of this pistol is made of stainless steel , and it has an emoji PVD coating. The trigger module of the pistol can be interchangeable with other barrels and grips. It also comes with an emergency thumb safety that prevents the trigger from being pulled. Original video here

[mh-midnight-wanderer]

{part 1} {part 2}

46. C.A Cupid

47. Garrott du Roque

48. Djinni "Whisp" Grant

49. Hoodude Voodoo

50. Elissabat

51. Honey Swamp

52. Viperine Gorgon

53. Kiyomi Haunterly

54. Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss

55. Vandala Doubloons

56. Dayna Treasura Jones

57. River Styxx

58. Astranova

59. Elle Eedee

60. Luna Mothews

61. Mouscedes King  ✓

62. Seth Ptolemy

63. Peri and Pearl Serpentine

64. Kelpie Blue and Lagoona's siblings

65. Posea Reef

66. Kala Mer'ri

67. Casta Fierce

Monster High Staff

Mr. Hackington:__Mr. Rotter:__ Ms. Kindergrubber: + Mr. Mummy: + Mr. Where:___ Coach Igor:__ Phantom of Opera:__ Crabgrass: + Mr. Ogrethor:__ Ms. Siren:___ G.Reaper:__Irene Maiden: __Mr. D'eath: + Nightmare: ✓

Monster High Villains

Van Hellscream: * Bartleby Farnum:___ Moanatella Ghostier:___ The Sheriff:___ Principal Revenant:___ Lord Stoker:___ Ygor:___

Monster High Other Monster Characters & Parents

Dracula: ✓ Ramses & Dedyet de Nile: # Viktor & Viveka Stein: # Wave Blue:___ Andy Beast:___ Kipling:___ Rocco:___ Sansquatch:___ Euna:___ Bram Devein:___ Gory Fangtell:___ Dee O'Gee:___ Brocko:___ Lothar:___ Simon Clops:___ Fawn:___

Monster High: Humans

Chad:___ Clair:___ Lilith Van Hellscream:___ Victor Frankenstein:__

" * " they mention by name but don't have an official appearance yet

" + " they appear but only in pictures

" # " they appears but they have a different name in G3

That's pretty much it.

I even included the MH teachers, parents, humans, other villains, etc.

Anyway I will make MH characters G2 soon: And who knows maybe they will appear in G3 cartoon

Later!

[msookyspooky]

SCREAMING

I LOVED THE RECENT CHAPTER BABES!!!!!

AND GALE, I SEE YOU-

AND ONCE AGAIN, I SEE ZIGGY IN OUR FINAL GIRL BC OF THE SURVIVER REMORSE, LOSING A SISTER LIKE FIGURE, AND LIKING A GUY THAT ENDED UP KILLING THAT SISTER FIGURE AND BETRAYING HER-

"I thought he was different, that he would believe me. Nick had a destiny in this town and you don't become sheriff by telling ghost stories."

And if its Randy, I can see her finally snapping tbh. Bc like, Randy is her best friend (with Dewey) and if Randy is ghost face, it's gonna break her. And I for one will bring popcorn 😌✨

Mh mhh I see Zig, I do!! Like, I could ttly see older us as an older Ziggy probably too cautiously prepared, cynical and waiting to kill every new Ghostface that fucks with us....But if it's Randy? That's just going to destroy us. Like, how could anyone recover from that? Or Dewey? Or fuck, even Kincaid bc wow we finally trust a guy just for him to do this? Any of them will hurt like hell and we would snap fr ur 100% right.

[ofpackandpride]

Good time

A/N:Takes place post season 6B. Erica, Boyd, Allison, Aiden, Josh and Tracy are all alive in this,  Jackson,Isaac, Ethan and Hayden never left and Kira is returning from training.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Male Reader

Requested by: @softboi-vibes

Derek’s loft became the unofficial official place for pack meetings and the place where a good portion of the pack lived, mainly Derek, his bitten, and the twins. He more or less adopted the chimera pack after he came back and found out about what happened while he was gone and how you and the rest of the chimeras, excluding Hayden, were living in what used to be the Dread Doctors lair.

His loft and life becomes a lot more lively after that.

Now having an oddly domestic life with the teenagers he turned years ago teaching the younger betas and being care-free and messing with each other, the twins that are now trusted packmates instead of the Alphas they fought long ago.

Derek thought it was nice having a large home with lots of people, until he decided not as much so when you’re trying to be romantic and you have teenagers yelling at each other or causing trouble.

After a full week of repeated attempts of trying to surprise you with something romantic that constantly got annihilated by the other pack members, he was ready to scream. First Lydia found a way to get Erica drunk and that was a disaster, then Theo and Malia got into a fight which took Scott to defuse, Mason spraining his ankle while Allison and Chris trained him for being second-in-command for stand in Alpha Liam, Josh had short circuited the school while trying to get a fix and Corey had to sneak him out, Peter made comments on Kanimas which made Tracy and Jackson aggressive towards him. To put it simply, Derek was done with everyone and everything, he just wanted to have a day for the two of you without something happening. So when you walk into the loft to tell Derek that you got Stiles to have Scott take the pack on a vacation he was about to cry in frustration, why couldn’t the two of you just be alone? You saunter over and straddle Derek as he leans back on the sofa “Scott thinks this will be good for packbuilding. Melissa and the Sheriff get a nice dinner date, Peter and Chris can do whatever it is they do together, the teenagers will probably shop around a little and sight see. Stiles and Lydia get what’s happening and are convincing Scott that it’s fine that we are going to stay here.” You explain as you smile down at your boyfriend

You drop your voice down to a whisper as you continue “It’ll be just us and no interruptions, Der.” Leaning down, you press your lips to his and your hands rest on his shoulder, pressing against his front as his hands slide down your sides. “Just one more day, then we get a week of just us.”

——

You were lying underneath Derek on his bed as the two of you made out, his hands riding up your chest to remove your shirt as you broke away and lifted your arms so he could remove it, Derek taking his own shirt off as soon as he got rid of yours.

You feel Derek’s hand tug at your pants as he kisses you again, you put your hand on his as you break the kiss.

You give him a breathless “Wait” and he immediately shoots off of you like a rocket.

“Oh my god, Y/N” Derek says as he looks like he’s torn between running and holding you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”  

You sit up and lean forward, silencing him with a reassuring kiss and not moving till he responds by kissing back. “You didn’t hurt me, you didn’t rush me. I just wanted to ask you something.”

Derek nods, still looking like a sad puppy. “Yeah?”

You smile and lean back, pulling him back over you into the position you were in before as you whisper “Be gentle? This is my first time.” against his ear.

Derek tenses from above you, looking down at you with eyebrows raised in shock. “You’re a virgin!?”

You laugh and smile up at him. “Yeah, You’re my first everything. Crush, Date, Kiss, you were my first for all of those.” You tell him as the two of you adjust so he’s on his back and your head is on his chest.

You can feel him the gears turning in his head before he finally asks you “So that time we snuck away during Lydia’s party?”

You nod and give an acknowledging hum. “Yup, ”

You trace patterns on Derek’s stomach and glance down, seeing the tent in his jeans. “No wonder you were so responsive.” He says, causing you to playfully slap his abs.

“It was my first time getting a blowjob, of course I was going to be responsive.”

“Then that time in the Camaro when we were waiting for Stiles?”

“Uh huh, first time giving you a bj”

Derek lets out a quiet ‘fuck’ before he pauses and asks “Then this is?”

You move so you’re on top of Derek and smile down at him. “Me placing my trust in you and hoping you’ll make this night unforgettable” You tell him before leaning down and kissing him, breaking contact just long enough to say. “You don’t have to be gentle”

Derek didn’t need anymore encouragement. He grabs your hair in one clawed hand and puts his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue against yours as his free hand cuts your sweatpants from your waist.

You let out a noise of protest that turns into a moan as you fumble his belt buckle in your hands while he slides sharp nails down your back light enough to only sting before grabbing your ass.

He flips the two of you over and lets go of you just long enough to slide his pants off before hovering over you, one hand searching the nightstand while the other held your face and slid a thumb into your mouth.

You close your eyes as you wrap one hand around yourself, holding his hand with the other, satisfied at the way Derek’s breath hitched when you did that as he retrieved the desired item.

You whine when he moves his hand away, opening your eyes when you hear the click of a cap, annoyance turning into arousal as you watch him put lube on his fingers.

He smirks and leans down, running a fang against your lower lip. You open your mouth for him in a breathy moan and grab his hair when he lightly bites your lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth as a lubed finger teases your hole.

You were about to tell him to hurry up when he slides a finger in, causing you to moan and tighten around his finger, bucking your hips into his.

Derek gives you a little approving grunt and eases in another finger, curling them upwards to hit your prostate. You moan into his mouth as you press back against him, putting your arms around him in an attempt to keep him close as if he’d leave. Sliding a hand down your front, he takes the two of you in his hand and lazily strokes causing you to jump between trying to hump into his hand and press back against his fingers.

Derek murmurs encouraging praise into your ear as he lets go of himself to hold only you, adding in a third finger and pumping them in and out of you slowly, making small thrusts and twirls against your prostate with his fingers.

“Derek, please just fuck me already” You say, trying to sound commanding but only sounding needy and impatient.

He chuckles against your neck and moves off of you with a cheeky grin, grabbing the lube and squirting a generous amount onto his length. “Are you ready?” Derek asks you, adjusting positions so your legs were to the sides of his waist and pressed up against him.

“Yeah, Der, please. Please fuck me already” You beg, not caring how you sounded.

Derek nods and lines himself up, grabbing into your hips as he slowly slides into you. Both of you moaning when he enters you, Derek at your tightness and you at the stretched feeling. “Fuck, Y/N. So good for me, so tight” he moans as he presses in a little further

You don’t say anything in reply, moaning loudly as he brushes against your prostate. You put your arms back around him, pulling him down to you to reconnect in a kiss as he begins bottoming out.

Derek pauses once he’s all the way in. “You OK?” you nod quickly and try to move your hips, not succeeding in much as he is holding you still with an iron grip. “I need you to say it for me, how are you feeling?”

“Good, so fucking good. Move, Der. Please, I need you right now. Need you so fuckin’ bad. Don’t wanna be able to walk in the morning.” You blabber, putting your head in the crook of his neck, whining in an attempt to make him start moving. Letting out a little chuckle on how needy and desperate you sound, enjoying how you are already begging for him.

“Slow down there, Baby. Maybe we should start a little slow, I don’t wanna hurt you.” Derek reasons, now knowing this is your first time.

“Don’t care, I’ll heal, need you now” You tell him, holding onto his shoulders.

Derek pauses for a second before responding. “If it hurts, or you’re uncomfortable, say something and I’ll stop. Got it?”

You nod against his neck and give a little mh hm.

“Got it?” Derek asks you again.

You groan into his shoulder. “Yes, Derek! I got it, now fuck me!” you whine, moaning when he slowly pulls himself nearly all the way out and pushes back into you.

“Like that?” Derek taunts, repeating the process in a slow rhythm.

“Fuck, yes. ” You beg, moaning when he pulls back and buries himself in you again.

“So good for me” Derek’s growl reverberates through his chest as he sucks a hickey on to your jaw.

You let out little moans consisting of pleasured little whines, whimpers and ‘Derek’. You can tell he likes when you moan his name, he would make this rumble in his chest or give you a firmer stroke all while keeping his tortuously slow pace.

“Derek, please!” You whine as he sucks a spot on your neck that makes you melt, Derek sliding back into you just as you relaxed, making your hips just and sliding more of him inside of you.

“Please, what? baby boy.” You can hear the smile in Derek’s voice as he talks. “You gotta tell me what you want.”

You were already blushing,this made it even worse “Iwantyoutofuckmeintothemattress.”

Derek’s hips stuttered into a pause as his eyebrows scrunched, replaying what you said in his head. Smiling when he figured it out.

You didn’t like the smile he had on his face, like he was about to do something he shouldn’t.“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear you.”

You repeat what you said, mumbling into your shoulder.

“One more time?”

Groaning, you quickly say “I want you to fuck me into the mattress so hard I can’t walk in the morning!”

Moaning when Derek pulls out and flips you over on to your stomach,  your erection caught between you and the covers as Derek pressed you down into the mattress. “I heard you the first time, just wanted to hear it again” Derek teases you, ignoring your grumble.

Tilting your head up as he presses his muscular chest against your back, teasing your hole by rubbing his tip against it as he nips at your ear. “You sure you want me to be rough? I don’t mind-”

He cuts himself off with a hitched breath when you press back against him, moaning as his tip pushes in to you. “Fuck, Y/N.” Derek groans as you test his self restraint

“Derek, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll-” You get cut off as Derek slams into you fully, causing you to moan and arch your back against his toned chest.

Derek putting more of his weight on you as he continues with fast, sharp thrusts. “You’ll do what, exactly?” Derek asks from behind you ear, pushing your head into the covers and teething at your throat with a threatening growl.

Caught in the pleasure of Derek hitting all of the right spots inside if you and him marking your neck. Reduced to the blabbering of Derek’s name and begging for more.

“That’s right, you’re so good for me. Go ahead, make some noise. Fuck you’re so hot, Y/N” Derek praises you while he works at your neck, loving the way he can feel you moaning as he marks you up.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, that familiar warmth spreading through you as you fisted the sheets, Derek must have picked up on it since he slid a hand down your front and wrapped a large hand around you.

Moaning loudly when jerks you to the fast pace of his thrusts, moving your hips to try and escape and chase the overwhelming pleasure at the same time. “You close, baby boy? Huh? Gonna cum for me?” Derek gruff voice growls from behind your ear, hips stuttering in their lost rhythm as you tightened around him when you came with a moan of his name.

Derek following you into orgasm moments later, a reverberating rumble sounding from his chest as he presses as far as he can into you, lowering you flat against the bed and pausing his movements as he came inside of you.

You give a pleasure sigh when he lays his weight on you, placing his head into the crook of your neck near the areas he marked only minutes ago, feeling his hairy chest against your back as you are happily trapped against the bed beneath his weight.

“Was that good?” Derek quietly asks, sliding his hands up your arms and holding your hands.

You let out a content hmm as you feel yourself drifting off.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Derek interprets as he listens to your breathing and your heart return to a resting rate.

After a few minutes of content post-orgasmic bliss Derek goes to move off of you, pulling out in the process.

You whine at the loss of his warm body, causing him to chuckle. “I’ll be right back, I’m just starting the bath.”

You reply with a grunt and a weak thumbs up from a hand that never left the bed. A minute later you are being scooped up, immediately resting your against Derek. Being lulled to sleep by the bounce of him walking as he carries you.

“Ok, in you go” Derek says as he begins to maneuver you in a way he can place you into the tub without just dropping you. You let out a whine and press into him more, smiling when he gives you an irritated sigh. “I will drop you” Derek says in a serious tone.

You reply with a quiet “Jerk” as you get into the tub with his help, sighing contentedly when the hot water touches you.

“See? Nice isn’t it” Derek says, easing you into the rest of the way into the tub as you close your eyes.

Replying with a pleased ‘hmm’ you slide down a little farther and say “In.” Derek replies with a confused “Huh?” as you turn to him and open a sleepy eye. “Get in” You tell him as he smiles and gently nudges your back.

You move forward and sit up a little, leaning back against him when you feel his legs slide alongside yours and arms wrap around you.

The two of you adjust positions for a few seconds until you are in a position where Derek is able to clean you off.

Dozing off somewhere after Derek cleaned your hair and started on your body, only waking after he came back in and dried you off after putting new sheets on the bed. Falling straight back asleep as soon as he covered you up.

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, kevaaronday!

For @kevaaronday. I tried to use all the tropes you liked, though I played a bit with the coffee shop!AU request. It ended up being pretty long, but I hope it pleases. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!

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Food, Drinks, and Pings

Stiles just wanted to clear things up—he did not work for Hale Corp, and he certainly did not work for said company’s inhouse café, The Family Bean. He was a writer, who just so happened to have been roped into the gig because he was best friends with the soulmate-fiancée of the best friend of one of the sons of the company’s owners.

See, one of Stiles’ best friends from high school was Erica Reyes, blonde, vivacious, and both crazy and powerful enough to castrate someone with her fingernails. She might look like she just stepped off the catwalk, with her hourglass figure, fluffy hair, and red lips, but she had a knack for business that led to a scholarship at a reputable business school. Stiles, on the other hand, took to writing like a duck to water, thanks to his overactive imagination and ability to turn a phrase. He could write anything and so he did—news pieces, articles, blogs, reviews, as well as a modestly famous soulmate series published under a pseudonym.

Erica’s soon-to-be husband and soulmate was Vernon Boyd III, a tall, dark, and delicious drink of chocolate, who was so fit he could bench press a baby elephant without breaking a sweat. He was the perfect picture of seriousness and silence, that Stiles used to wonder how he functioned as Hale Corp’s Director of Operations. After getting to know him better, he realized just how smart and charismatic Boyd really was.

Boyd’s best friend from childhood was Derek Hale, one of the sons from the famous and powerful Hale Family, owners and leaders of the mass media company, Hale Corp.

Stiles knew of the Hale Family, and who didn’t? You’d be hard-pressed to find someone who didn’t know the famous family of business tycoons and titans, a family so rich they could buy a person’s soul even. Nor would someone fail to hear about one of the most powerful love stories that rocked the world.

Talia Hale was the eldest child of the main branch of the Hale family and was poised to take over the world. Desmond Fitzgerald, in contrast, was the only child of elderly parents, and they lived at a shabby, squat house with no electricity, scraping by each and every day. 

Talia’s father, the late and great Everett Hale, had visited the local community college as part of their charity program. Talia had tagged along, nineteen and already learning the ropes, and had tripped over the custodian who had been on his hands and knees straightening the welcome carpet.

Take a guess who the janitor was.

An accidental brush of skin, the burning of a Mark, and that was it.

Talia and Desmond turned out to be soulmates, and their Marks, her howling wolf and his crescent moon, had become one of the most romantic symbols of their time.

Now, where did Stiles and The Family Bean came in, you ask?

Aside from writing, Stiles knew his way around a kitchen. His mother had passed away when he was seven, and he had grown up with a Sheriff father who only knew the basics. Stiles had to learn how to cook a meal or risk them subsisting on fried everything and endless takeout orders.

So yes, Stiles knew how a kitchen worked. The thing was, Erica didn’t, and had spent high school eating Stiles’ meals and hanging around his kitchen. Nothing soothed her viciousness and temper like one of his desserts.

So whenever Erica was close to breaking someone’s jaw and risking a lawsuit, she’d invite Stiles over and he would come and work his magic at The Family Bean. It wasn’t like it was such a hardship. The place had a gorgeous kitchen, a full pantry, and a really comfy setup with cozy booths and colorful tables and chairs. 

It wasn’t only Erica who benefited. Stiles often found inspiration at the tail end of a whisk or in between beating a dough into submission while listening to Erica’s gossip. He had come to depend on her brand of sass whenever he was suffering from writer’s block, or dealing with annoying clients, or avoiding his editor, Danny Mahealani. 

It got to the point that Erica had HR make him a permanent guest entry pass—written down for Stiles S, Food Guy—and everyone knew him by name, the security, the delivery boys, the café’s actual employees, and some of Hale Corp’s employees.

That was what he meant by his original statement: He did not work for Hale Corp or The Family Bean. He was just Erica’s food guy and personal chef. Just another title to add to personal punching bag, platonic soulmate, best friend, and partner-in-crime, among others.

Boyd was surprisingly calm about the guy constantly hanging around his soulmate. Then again, no one would choose Stiles’ skinny ass for Boyd’s lusciousness, so Stiles could understand that he wasn’t much of a threat. Erica said that Boyd knew they were a package deal, and it helped that Boyd had been won over by Stiles’ banana bread. Either way, Boyd was cool and didn’t punch Stiles in the face for his and Erica’s weird platonic love affair.

So, in the end, that was Stiles’ life—work, his Dad, Erica, and his other friends.

Then the Hales happened.

It all started on a fine Monday morning with Kira Yukimura. She was pretty and petite, and the goddess who was actually the one in charge of The Family Bean’s kitchen. She wore floral dresses with studded combat boots, and held katana wielding lessons on Saturdays and a kids’ kitchen workshop on Sundays. Stiles adored her.

So when he walked in that day—after spending the entirety of the weekend not writing, because his protagonists, Peter and Wade, were being idiots—only to hear Kira’s cries for help, he was more than happy to tag in.

“I’m not crying.” She glared at him from where she was assembling sandwich orders, her gaze as sharp as her swords.

“But you still need help,” Stiles said. He put his laptop bag in one of the employee lockers, rolled up the sleeves of his red sweater, and put on an apron. “Erica wants to do lunch, but I decided to come in early.”

Kira nodded towards the window. “All right, because I got a purple ticket for you.”

Stiles jumped up. “Ooh, cool! I’ve never handled a purple ticket before!”

Kira gave him a relieved smile. “Well, today’s your lucky day. One of my employees called in sick, another is late, and I’ve got five packed tickets from different departments, three of them being rush orders, not to mention today’s purple ticket is a little too vague. I’m both swamped and stumped.”

“I’ve got your back, K.” Stiles gave her a salute and bounced over to the ticket tacked up on the holder.

Purple tickets were orders sent straight from the Wolf’s Den. It was the codename for the top floors occupied by the Hale Family and their closest associates. Boyd and Erica’s office were there, too. Stiles had only ever seen it through photos. There was a lot of security posted there, as if guarding the gates of heaven.

Anyway, purple tickets meant VVVVIP orders, note the number of ‘very’s. Kira usually handled those, but she obviously needed help now.

“Now, what do the Lords and Ladies want?” Stiles murmured to himself.

The Family Bean:

MH: hot chocolate

CC: pancakes

SHB: waffles

VHB: dirty chai

LH: anything 

“You know who’s who?” Kira called out.

“Yep, I got it,” Stiles replied. He learned about this from Erica.

MH was Matthew Hale, the firstborn son and heir to the kingdom. CC was his seven-year-old daughter, who everyone called by her nickname. SHB was five-year-old Spencer, and VHB was his mother Valerie Hale-Barone, the firstborn daughter, second eldest, and the lawyer of the family. LH was Laura Hale, the third eldest and the maverick of the family. She was the only one not directly working for Hale Corp, and was more involved their side projects.

“Purple tickets are usually like that,” Kira said, looking at him with amusement. Stiles realized he had been frowning in confusion. “Despite being insanely rich people, they’re surprisingly not very picky about what they eat. Laura, in particular, will eat anything. It’s just difficult to give them variety or find a balance between upscale and too simple.”

“And now you want me to take a crack at it?” Stiles asked.

“Sure. It’ll be in my name anyway, and I don’t mind if you go wild,” Kira said encouragingly. It made Stiles grin. Most would be horrified at handing over their precious menu to someone who wasn’t a baker, much less someone who wasn’t a legitimate employee. But Kira had always been a rebel.

Under Kira’s guidance, Stiles filled up a purple delivery bag for the Hales. The dirty chai latte was pretty straightforward, though he didn’t know how Kira usually made it, so he went with his own style. He also made a raspberry hot chocolate, strawberry cheesecake pancakes, mixed berry waffles, and, for the anything portion of the ticket, a berry breakfast parfait made of yoghurt and fruits and graham crackers.

“Tastes awesome and looks pretty as a picture too,” Kira said, nibbling on her own waffle as she sat atop the counter, swinging her legs to and fro. Stiles could see a hint of her soulmate Mark under her dress just on the outside of her thigh. “I still believe you should have been a baker rather than a writer.”

Stiles grinned as he hung up his apron. “I’m both, but one pays the bills and the other’s a hobby. It’s surprising how most people would think one’s the other.”

“Kira?” a voice called out.

Kira perked up and immediately slid off the counter. She straightened her skirt and stepped out the door of the kitchen. 

“Good morning, Derek,” she greeted.

Stiles peeked out unashamedly through the service window.

Tall, dark, and incredibly handsome, DH or Derek Hale was the middle child of the family. He was the Chief Financial Officer, and was said to be shyer and quieter compared to his more unruly and flashy siblings. It made sense why he was childhood friends with Boyd. The two seemed to share a calm, quiet demeanor.

Stiles had always thought that Derek was quite handsome in an already attractive family, and every once in a while, he would get front row seats—or the view through the service window—to the man in the three-piece suit with the godly shoulder to waist to ass ratio. It was quite inspiring.

“I heard Val and the others had a purple ticket sent down,” Derek was saying to Kira. “I’m on my way up and I thought I’d bring it along and save you a trip.”

“Oh, thanks, Derek. I’ll get it from the back,” Kira replied. “How about you? Do you want anything?”

Derek thought about it. “Just a drink. Anything you want to make me.”

“So long as it’s sweet?” Kira teased, which made the man chuckle.

It was like a bulb lit up in Stiles’ head. 

He met Kira at the door when she walked back in, and it said so much about how awesome she was because she immediately said, “Yes, Stiles, you can make whatever you want. I mean, you’ve already tried your hard at the purple ticket. Might as well go all the way.”

“Thanks, K. You’re a goddess.” Stiles bounced off to the machines. He had always liked a challenge.

In the end, Stiles added his specially made ‘very merry berry frappe’ into the bag. He made sure to put it in a cup cozy to hide the purple color. He wasn’t sure if Derek would mind, but it just wouldn’t do for one of the bosses to be seen with a colorful drink. He let Kira whisk the bag away and they watched Derek exit The Family Bean.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” Stiles murmured, eyeing the man’s backside.

“I’ll drink to that.” Kira giggled, clinking her extra glass of frappe against his. “And you’re teaching me the recipe by the way.”

“Not on your life.”

It took eight days before Stiles could once again visit The Family Bean. He had had a burst of inspiration following his last visit and had locked himself up in his apartment. His Dad John and his editor Danny were used to these binges, so they had taken turns visiting him to make sure he was alive and eating actual food rather than inhaling takeout, junk food, and soda. 

He had sent off the first few chapters to Danny yesterday and had then slept for about eighteen hours, before Erica had barged in to make sure he hadn’t died. She had been pissed at him last week, annoyed that she hadn’t sampled Stiles’ berry-filled menu, but she’d gotten over it and had even brought groceries before dragging Stiles to The Family Bean for some fresh air and free lunch.

And if that wasn’t enough to perk Stiles up, she and Kira proceeded to tell him how well-received his menu was.

“The kids absolutely loved it, and Laura practically licked her parfait cup clean,” Kira said as they sat around the table for lunch. She had prepared honey sesame chicken, egg rolls, and sweet potato salad. She definitely had Stiles beat when it came to savory meals.

“Valerie was surprised that her dirty chai tasted great. She wasn’t biting people’s heads off more than usual,” Erica shared. She was running her fingers idly over her soulmate Mark, the three claw marks that spanned across her forearm.

Stiles felt pleased at the compliment, but he couldn’t help sending Kira an apologetic look. He didn’t want to usurp her clients and her kitchen. 

Kira just laughed. “It’s fine. I know it’s due to your magic fingers and secret recipes. Just teach me how you do Valerie’s dirty chai and we’re good.”

“Sure thing, but it’s nothing special” Stiles said. “I did bring dessert, as thanks for letting me play around last time.”

Kira bounced on her seat. “Tomato pie?” 

“With extra bacon and jalapeños, just how you like it.” Stiles grinned and showed her the pie, making Kira squeal.

“You gals eat up. I’ll mix us up some lattes, if you want anything,” he offered.

Stiles went to the kitchen to fix up Erica’s usual iced cinnamon honey latte and Kira’s vanilla almond. He was in the middle of finishing them up when he heard voices out at the main area. He recognized Boyd’s low voice and decided to make him a cup of blond roast with soy milk. He paused when he heard unfamiliar voices and took a peek out the service window. He instantly recognized the small group that had joined Kira and Erica.

There was Boyd, who immediately sat down beside Erica and kissed her cheek. His soulmate Mark was obvious, a rose on the back of his left hand. Stiles liked their marks, very beauty and the beast.

Having come in with Boyd was Derek, who looked just as handsome as he always did in a fetching dark blue suit. With him were his younger siblings, twins Cora and Cameron Hale, the artists of the family, who made music and art, played a bevy of instruments, and also drew and painted. Stiles was only two years older than the twins, but they had more talent in their pinkies than Stiles had in his whole body.

The twins’ Marks were one of the most popular, not just because the two were celebrities, but also because they were incredibly visible. Even from a distance, Stiles could see the compass between Cora’s collarbones and the lighthouse that popped up over Cameron’s collar at the left side of his neck. 

Suddenly feeling shy, Stiles stayed in the kitchen and watched and listened.

“Nice spread, Kira. Is that for us?” Cameron asked.

“No, you Hales have your own food upstairs,” Kira said. “I heard Wild Flour Italian sent lunch over.”

Cora rolled her eyes. “Jennifer Blake owns that joint. She’s been trying to get us to come over. No doubt she’ll just use it as some sort of advertisement. I’d rather take a bite of this.” She pointed at their table.

“That pie looks good,” Cameron said. “Can I have a bite?”

Stiles saw the gleam in Erica’s eye.

“Go on,” she said. “They’re good.”

Stiles watched as Erica and Kira offered the Hales a slice each. For some reason, he felt anxious to hear about how his food will be received. It had been nice to hear the rave reviews from Kira and Erica, but it was different seeing their reactions in person.

Cora let out yum-yum noises, which buoyed Stiles’ spirit. 

“Okay, that’s pretty tasty. I love the caramelized bacon.”

“Wait, is this tomato in pie? Like a tomato pie?” Cameron asked, inspecting his plate. He took a large bite.

Kira bounced on her seat in excitement. “Yes, isn’t it good?” 

“Who made this?” Derek asked. He didn’t look displeased, but he didn’t look happy either. He had a really good poker face. It might be good for business, but it was hard for Stiles to interpret. Stiles noted that he kept on eating the pie though.

“My Food Guy,” Erica said with a smug grin.

“Her Food Guy’s the one who made the berry-eautiful purple ticket that received quite the sensational reviews,” Kira added. She glanced at the service window and Stiles knew she saw him hiding there.

“The one who made my drink, too?” Derek asked.

Kira nodded. “The same one.” 

“Spence went gaga for those waffles,” Cameron said. “And Mattie couldn’t believe someone got CC to eat fruit.”

A loud ring cut through their conversation and everyone started pulling out phones to check. It was Derek’s.

“Mom’s calling. Time to go,” he said, standing up.

In reply, Cameron started shoving the rest of the pie in his mouth and also popped in a couple of egg rolls.

“Where’s the Food Guy, though?” Cora asked, head turning to the kitchen. Stiles ducked down behind the counter. “If he makes stuff like this, I wanna meet him.” 

“You can order a purple ticket if you want, but he’s not here all the time,” Erica said, and Stiles glared at her in his mind.

“He works part-time?” Derek asked.

“Not quite,” Kira said. “He’s—”

They were interrupted once more by a ringing phone, and this time Boyd spoke.

“Talia wants you all upstairs. Now.”

Stiles peeked out again. Cameron attempted to bring the entire pie tin, but settled for polishing his slice off. He then joined Cora in writing up a purple ticket order. After a moment, Derek put an order in too. The Hales left in a hurry and Stiles leaned right out of the service window just as Kira came bouncing towards it.

“There’s the man of the hour,” Boyd said, with a smirk.

Kira giggled. “Order up, Food Guy. You got a purple ticket.”

“I’m so proud.” Erica mockingly wiped a tear away. “Stiles, my Food Guy, charming the Hales off through the power of food.”

“Oh, fuck you all.” Stiles glared, ducking back into the kitchen.

At the last minute, he reached out and grabbed the purple ticket from Kira, ignoring the others’ laughter.

Over the next three weeks, Stiles prepared four more purple tickets. According to Kira, his drinks and desserts had become quite attractive to the Hales, both because of the taste and the mystery.

“At this point, they don’t even want me handling the tickets. They always ask if The Food Guy is around before they send their orders down,” Kira said. This time, she was the one helping Stiles prepare and pack. 

The Wolf’s Den was going to be holding meetings nonstop, so Stiles had to prepare a variety of drinks and snacks. It would have been easy if they had simple requests, but the Hales were a mix of eclectic and frustrating.

“I’m glad you’re cool about this, but the Hales are bound to find out that the one making all their desserts isn’t even an employee,” Stiles said, as he added an extra shot of syrup in Laura’s honey and milk iced coffee. Just like her usual orders, she had asked for ‘any drink that’s sweet’ which was such a large ballpark that Stiles wanted to clock someone over the head, maybe her.

“I’m more surprised that you keep making these for free,” Kira said.

Stiles shrugged. “It’s a challenge, and I like challenges.”

“Really, just for the challenge?” Kira asked. “Stiles, Valerie fell in love with your version of her dirty chai. I did it the exact same way you did, but she insists that it tastes different. Same with Cameron’s favorite spiced coconut coffee. Same with all the desserts you made for the kids…”

Her face turned serious. “Don’t you think there’s more to this? Don’t you think it’s a ping—”

“It’s just for fun, Kira. It’s nothing,” Stiles said, heart rabbiting in his chest. He pushed it down firmly. “Plus, it’s surprisingly inspiring for my stories. Right now, I’m writing a new story for my spy series and I’m trying to solve this thing going on between James and Quentin.”

Kira’s face fell but she smiled, if a bit awkwardly. “Ah, well. Whatever you say, Food Guy. I’m just happy I get free labor out of it.”

“So you’re the Food Guy?”

The two of them jumped up in surprise and they turned around to see that someone had come in through the kitchen doors.

“Nathan, hello!” Kira greeted. “We didn’t hear you come in.”

Nathaniel Hale was the youngest of the brood at nineteen, and with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, he was quite the heartthrob in an already beautiful family. If that wasn’t enough, he was an athlete and a rising star in soccer.

Stiles didn’t really care at the moment, too busy wondering if the kid had heard what Kira had been saying.

Nathan leaned against the counter. “Everyone was arguing over who was going to pick up the ticket this time. I walked out while Laura was arm wrestling with Cam.”

Kira laughed while Stiles looked away, suddenly awkward.

“Uh, that’s cool and all, but I’m not remotely interesting enough to warrant an arm wrestle.”

Nathan shrugged. “Your stuff tastes amazing.” He smiled at Kira. “No offense, Kira. You’re still queen. But you… you’re interesting.” He gave Stiles a look. “You know, I’ve been ordering the same caramel vanilla iced coffee from The Family Bean for years now. You made it once and now everything else tastes different.”

Stiles couldn’t help flinching. Oh yeah. Nathan had definitely heard Kira.

But Nathan turned to Kira, breaking the stare. “Anyway, is the ticket ready? Can I take it up?”

Kira smiled and handed over the bag. “You just want to lord your victory over the others.”

“Of course. That’s what having siblings is all about.” Nathan scoffed, but grinned. “Anyway, thanks.” 

Kira smiled. “Enjoy your meal.”

Stiles watched Nathan leave and rubbed his left shoulder. He had a weird feeling about all this.

A single touch was all it took to find someone’s soulmate. However, people couldn’t just go around touching one another. Some did, but there were laws against touching people without their consent. So Nature, in all its wisdom, gave people the capability to locate their soulmates by following a trail.

The best trail was through family members. Take for example one other famous Hale love story, that of Valerie. Her husband, the Italian magnate Piero Barone, was from a family of vintners. During Talia and Desmond’s trip to Italy, they met Piero at a wine tasting event and immediately felt what Mark experts called a ‘ping,’ a connection between them that hinted at the identity of Piero’s soulmate. Piero followed the Hales to America, met the family—all of which gave off similar pings—was finally allowed a Touch Test with Valerie, and the rest was history.

There were other kinds of trails, like what happened between Boyd and Erica. They both attended the same university, though Boyd had graduated several years earlier. However, even without knowing Boyd, Erica inadvertently joined the same groups and organizations that he had, and even lived at the same apartment that he had rented when he had been a student. Then after Erica graduated, she decided to take a year off to travel. Months later, when Boyd went on sabbatical, he ended up following almost the exact same itinerary. They finally met by chance during an alumni event and got to talking, which revealed all of the things they had in common. Before the event was even halfway through, they had done a Touch Test and found their match.

Stiles’ favorite trail story was of his parents’. John and Claudia met when they were children. Having no siblings, they didn’t have the benefit of a family trail, and being young meant there weren’t a lot of experiences that could link them. However, they had always known there was something special about one another. They grew up together, grew apart, and met later on in life. They still didn’t have the same life experiences—she was a librarian, he was a deputy—but the moment they saw one another again, they just knew.

Sometimes people just knew.

“Well, well, well. I didn’t know we were serving twink in the menu.”

Ordinarily, that comment would have had Stiles lashing out with his sharp tongue, but upon looking up, he hesitated. First of all, the other person was clearly drunk and it was only, Stiles checked his watch, three-forty-seven in the afternoon. Second, the other person was none other than the infamous Peter Hale, Talia’s younger brother.

The eternal bachelor, he was called, well known for his many dalliances and relationships. He was also the Hale with the most well-known Mark, not because it was at a visible spot, but mostly because he tended to flaunt the large image of a bird in flight that was across his chest via his tendency of wearing unbuttoned shirts.

In Stiles’ opinion, Peter reminded him of one of his book characters—the rich and powerful Anthony, who, underneath all the bravado, was desperately looking for his soulmate, only to find it in the fair-haired, gentle-hearted Steven, who wouldn’t take his crap. He wondered who Peter’s soulmate was.

“Oh, for god’s sake. Uncle, come back here!”

Stiles looked up to see Derek jogging over to them, looking both pissed and worried at the man leaning against The Family Bean’s pristine counter.

Peter ignored him. “Oh, lay off, Derek. I want a drink, and this twink is going to make me one.”

Derek turned to Stiles. “Peter, do not call—” He paused, dark eyes widening.

Stiles felt his heart jerk in his chest and his left shoulder burn. He felt like he had been hit in the head, so did Derek going by his gaping.

Peter suddenly tilted sideways, interrupting their stare down. Neither Stiles nor Derek were able to catch the man before he ended up sprawled across the counter. The sight of him had Stiles dredging up some semblance of control. He sighed.

“You are very rude, and also very drunk, but because I feel sorry for you, Mr. Hale, I’ll make you a free drink.”

Derek let out a gurgle and then a cough, obviously holding back laughter. Peter propped himself up on wobbly elbows. 

“You feel sorry for me? Don’t you know who I am, kid?”

Stiles was both annoyed by Peter and buoyed by Derek’s reaction. It was probably what sharpened his tongue.

“You’re Talia Hale’s younger brother, but between the supposed—ahh, what was it—Big Bad Wolf of Media and this so-called twink, I’m not the one nursing a hangover at this time of the afternoon.”

Stiles shook his head and walked off, ignoring Peter’s angry, garbled words and the sudden chuckle from Derek. The latter made Stiles’ shoulder ache.

Stiles ignored that and prepared a quick takeout bag. He could hear Peter and Derek arguing out on the main area. It was the work of minutes to prepare a quick smoothie and throw in some crackers and fruits. He walked back out and handed the bag to Derek, but then quickly tucked his hands to himself. The other man’s piercing stare was making him sweat.

Peter grabbed his drink and took a gulp of the smoothie, before asking, “What’s your name, kid?”

Stiles rolled his eyes. Not even a thank you. How rude. 

“Not a kid, and there’s no need to know my name since you’re just going to forget it.”

Peter smirked lasciviously. “Oh, that mouth on you.”

“I’m also not into geriatrics,” Stiles was quick to bite back.

Peter’s jaw dropped. “Geria—”

Derek suddenly burst into laughter and the sound of it seemed to fill Stiles’ heart and mind, making his face flush and his body warm. Derek smiled at him and Stiles felt warmth bloom in his chest.

Stiles cleared his throat, trying to will the blush away. He rubbed his shoulder. “Well, anyway, I’m happy to help. I’ll tell Kira you guys dropped by. See you around.” He glanced at Peter. “Not you. Drop dead.” He stepped back.

“Wait!” Derek lurched forward, startling Stiles and also Peter, who, true to Stiles’ words, slid off the counter to the floor. They ignored him.

Derek leaned forward over the counter. “I’m sorry if I’m forward, but are you—”

Stiles shook his head vigorously. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” 

He ducked back into the kitchen, ignoring Derek’s calls and Peter’s drunken warbling. He leaned against the door and slid down until he could curl up into a ball. He placed a hand over his burning shoulder.

Sometimes people just knew.

Stiles was tempted to stay away from The Family Bean after that. He really wanted to. But it was hard to stay away.

Even harder to stay away from a ping.

Stiles wasn’t stupid enough to let that slip away.

Still, it was hard to face up to it and admit that he had a soulmate.

So for the next two weeks, Stiles stayed away from the front of house, always hiding in the safety of the kitchen. He kept on making purple tickets whenever they came, but he avoided coming out for any reason, especially after Derek started coming by nearly every day. Sometimes he even brought his work over just so that he could stay as long as possible.

It confused Kira and Erica, but they assumed Derek just liked the food. The other Hales also started coming by and many times, Stiles could hear them asking Derek why he was hanging around The Family Bean instead of working in his office. Always, Derek kept mum.

Because as it turned out, Derek hadn’t told anyone about the ping.

In fact, Stiles had a feeling that the only person in the Hale family who knew was Nathan. Maybe because he had already been suspicious of it. Out of all the Hales, he was the only one who didn’t ask Derek about why he kept hanging around the café.

The other one who knew was Boyd.

Derek had been called to a meeting one day, so Stiles had felt it safe to come out and work at one of the booths. He had already fallen so far behind on his writing commitments. After a few minutes, Boyd had dropped by and had joined him. Stiles knew he was typing gibberish on his laptop, but he kept on as an excuse not to look at Boyd, who was looking at him intently.

Finally, he spoke, “Looking back, I guess it wasn’t just your banana bread that won me over.”

Stiles jerked, sending a series of characters across the screen.

Boyd kept on. “I always had a good feeling about you from Erica’s stories, but when we met, that was definitely a ping.”

Stiles bit his lip. “Does Erica know?”

Boyd shook his head. “I love her, but Erica would have thrown a party if she knew.”

Stiles sighed, both in relief and in trepidation for the moment Erica find out.

Boyd studied him. “Derek’s a good guy, you know.”

“I know I got that impression from all the stories you and Erica had of him,” Stiles said. “I always thought it was surprising considering he could afford not to be a nice guy.”

Boyd studied him, making Stiles shift in his seat. “Is that the reason you won’t meet with him? Or do a Touch Test? Because he’s a Hale?”

Stiles almost protested, but he deflated. “…I don’t know.”

Boyd hummed under his breath. “Well, you’ve always played your cards close to the chest when it comes to soulmates, but I know you’ll figure it out.” He stood up. “But you better make it soon. Erica and the rest of the Hales are bound to figure it out.”

Stiles groaned and sank down on his seat. 

“Noted.”

The day after that, a still-conflicted Stiles was once again at The Family Bean. Kira had gone up to the Wolf’s Den to deliver the latest purple ticket, so he had to stay and man the counter. 

The door let out a little tinkle, and Stiles froze the moment he saw the woman entering the café.

He’d know Talia Hale anywhere.

Stiles almost panicked, but then he remembered that she didn’t know who he was. He took a deep breath.

“Um, good afternoon, Mrs. Hale. What can I get you?”

The woman smiled, quite warm and friendly despite her fierce reputation. “Just some tea, please. And are there any new desserts?”

It had been a moment of weakness, but Stiles had actually brought over some peanut butter stuffed cookies and added it to the purple ticket in the hopes that a certain Hale would like them. He still had a few cookies left, but he wasn’t sure if he should offer them to her.

“I smell cookies,” Talia said pointedly. “I’ll have some of those.”

Stiles gulped. “Ah, we have some peanut butter stuffed cookies. Let me get those for you.”

He swallowed his nerves and served the woman, who took a sip of tea and a bite of the cookie right there on the counter.

She smiled, studying the cookies. “Very tasty.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Stiles smiled politely. He turned away to leave and maybe gather his strength in the privacy of the kitchen.

“When we started hearing about The Food Guy, I admit I was quite intrigued. It’s very rare for someone to grab the attention of my entire family.”

Stiles paused and turned to her.

He should have known.

Stiles nodded stiffly. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

Talia smiled, sharp and knowing. “And you, Food Guy.”

“Any reason for the visit?” Stiles asked, shifting on his feet.

“I wanted to meet you,” Talia said, taking another bite of her cookie. 

Stiles frowned. “That’s all?”

“Were you expecting anything else?”

“Uh, well, I…”

Talia shrugged and sipped his tea. “I don’t blame you for any misgivings you might have should you prove to be soulmates with my son. I’m well aware of the reputation of my family. My late father, Everett, embodied the might of the Hale name better than anyone. You should have seen him back in the days.”

Stiles held up his hands. He couldn’t help the feeling that he had to explain.

“It’s not that there’s a problem with Derek or your family. Being a Hale isn’t the problem… not entirely…” he hesitated, but then plunged on, urged by the ping he could feel inside him and the desire to make someone understand. “My mom passed away when I was seven. She was soulmates with my father. He was—I was—we were never the same after.”

A heavy silence fell, and Stiles was both nervous and intrigued. Talia’s face changed. Something in her eyes darkened and she pursed her lips.

“Forgive my sudden melancholy, but I was just reminded of something.” She sipped her tea. “I was reminded of my youth. My father, Peter, and I had never been the same after mother walked away.”

“Walked away?” Stiles was taken aback. It was rare to hear any mention of Talia’s mother, but everyone had chalked it up to grief at her passing. “But you all said she died—”

Talia interrupted him delicately. “People think of Marks as the be all and end all where the only answer is yes. But even soulmates are a choice…”

“Desmond grew up without a penny to his name, so he rejected me as he could only see himself as an embarrassment to the Hale family. My opinionated father had, unfortunately, been a contributing factor to that line of thinking. I grew up with a rather jaded view of Marks and pings, and I had seen his rejection as a challenge and not a privilege. Desmond and I, our story had been tempestuous, quite unlike the romanticizing people had done.”

She finished the last of her tea. “If I may be allowed to request one thing, all I ask is that you make a choice so that Derek can do the same. No one in this family will certainly blame you for it.”

Talia pushed her empty cup and plate towards Stiles, and smiled. “Have a good day, Food Guy.”

Stiles watched Talia walk away.

He had some thinking to do.

Stiles took a deep breath and tried not to crush the boxes in his hands. He was nervous and his left shoulder was throbbing.

“Ready?” Kira asked him. She was carrying the other delivery boxes.

“As I’ll ever be,” Stiles replied.

Kira smiled, both encouraging and proud, and nodded to the guard on duty. The man held open the double doors for them, and Stiles was instantly met with a wall of sound.

“Purple ticket delivery,” Kira called out, leading Stiles inside.

The office was spacious, as it should be if it was going to accommodate all of the Hales, and all of them were there. There was a long table at one end where Talia, Matthew, and Boyd were talking and laughing. Desmond was on one couch, talking to Piero and Erica. Laura and Cora were seated on armchairs and were arguing loudly about something. Peter was egging them on. CC and Spencer, were seated in front of a television at a kids’ play area set up in the corner. Cameron was with them, all of them singing along to whatever cartoon was playing. Derek, Valerie, and Nathan were huddled around a table, looking at blueprints.

“Oh, yes! The food’s here!” Cameron cheered, which sent the children shouting as well.

Kira navigated the area like a champ, while Stiles slowly shuffled after. “You guys ordered a lot. I had to ask for help. This is Stiles.”

Stiles didn’t miss the way Derek’s head suddenly jolted in his direction, nor Talia’s proud smile, nor Erica’s sudden screech of “Stiles!” which had everyone else turning their way. Stiles winced. He was going to get his ass kicked later for not telling Erica about this.

“Well, well…” Peter grinned. “Hello there, twink.”

Stiles shuddered. “Still not into creepy old geezers.”

“Oh, wait, wait! Is he the guy who called you a geriatric?” Laura asked, before shrieking in laughter.

“And the one who said Peter should drop dead,” Cora added, cackling. 

Laughter rang around over Peter’s protests, and it made Stiles’ heart stutter. He felt warm all over, like the pings going off in his head were doubly delighted at the Hales. He glanced at Derek, who was smiling warmly.

Stiles winced when he caught Erica’s gaze though. She looked between him and Derek and her eyes widened. But Boyd was suddenly there, hand over her mouth and whispering to her.

Stiles helped Kira take out all of the food and the ravenous Hales were quickly upon them.

“Food Guy’s stuff tastes awesome,” Nathan said, licking his cupcake’s icing. He waggled knowing eyebrows at Stiles, who bit back a grin. Cheeky kid.

“Please pass our compliments to the chef, Kira,” Desmond said, reaching for his drink.

Kira giggled. “You can thank him yourself.” She waved at Stiles with a flourish.

Stiles felt a little like a deer in headlights when all their gazes alighted on him.

“You’re Food Guy?” and other iterations of the exclamation rang around the room.

Stiles flushed. “I’m glad to hear you all like what I’ve been making.”

“Oh, wow! How wonderful!” Piero piped up. “I haven’t felt a ping in such a long time. How nostalgic, don’t you think, dear?” He turned to Valerie.

“That’s a ping?” Matthew asked, confused, before his face cleared and he rubbed his chest. “Oh, hell, this is a ping.”

“Is that the tingly feeling here, Uncle Mattie?” Spencer asked, pointing at his tummy.

Erica finally managed to get out from under Boyd. “Stiles, did you ping with Derek? Is that why you’ve both been hanging around The Family Bean? You’ve both been pining over each other!”

Stiles groaned, while gasps and shouts suddenly rang around the room.

Kira sighed. “Way to ruin it, Erica.”

“You mean I was pinged through a tomato pie?” Cameron was asking, wide-eyed. 

Cora started laughing. “Oh my god! Uncle Peter flirted with Derek’s soulmate!”

“That’s Uncle Derek’s soulmate?” CC asked.

“Yes, he is.” Nathan looked like he was immensely enjoying all this, and Stiles was starting to realize that he was a little shit.

Derek stepped towards Stiles. His face was a little red, but he was smiling and Stiles thought he was the handsomest man he had ever seen.

“My family’s a mess. Please ignore them,” Derek said, ignoring the protests from his siblings.

Stiles chuckled. “At least they keep things interesting. It’s just me, my Dad, and her.” He jerked a thumb at Erica.

“Oh, fu—dge you!” Erica said, glancing at the kids. She turned to Boyd. “And I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

Boyd rolled his eyes. “I was giving him space to process things.”

Stiles ignored them and turned to Derek. He only had one chance to do this.

“Ah, sorry, it took a while. I was figuring stuff out, but I thought we should get to know one another first.”

“Of course,” Derek said immediately. He reached out a hand. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you, Stiles.”

Stiles glanced at Talia, who was whispering to her husband. She winked at Stiles.

“Soulmates are a choice.”

Stiles smiled at Derek. He could feel his Mark tingling in anticipation.

“Me too, Derek.”

He reached out and took his hand.

[lizallanosborn]

Yeah, why find out who actually did it and fine them when you can murder two innocent minors who have done literally nothing wrong

My favourite part of Monster High was that time where Holt almost got murdered in a hate crime because he vandalised a school. Also did anyone ever actually tell Jackson about what happened or just decided it was best not to tell him?

[cautelous]

It takes Beth all of two seconds behind the Staff Only door to start snorting, giggling, and otherwise acting incredibly unprofessionally at her place of work. It’s hard not to - when your boss’ boss (not literally, but...) shows up at your place of work and asks for him, in the middle of a snowstorm no less, it’s intriguing. When your boss is Julian Raines and the woman asking for him is the Sheriff of Piltover, it’s nearly hysterical.

Right. Tea first. She makes her way into the staff room (a converted storage room) and puts the kettle on. Julian really needs to buy some more tea, since she was the one who ventured out into the cold for it last time. Maybe she can pull a sob story about not liking the snow anymore, after getting stuck up on Targon for ages. He’s a bleeding heart. Anyways, the Sheriff’s probably the type for black tea.

Beth reappears a few minutes later with the closest-to-matching cup and saucer she could find, offering it to Caitlyn. “I’ll go see about that appointment.”

Off she goes again. First order of business is to check Julian��s office, so she heads back upstairs. It’s empty, of course, and she flicks off the lights with a roll of her eyes. The second order of business is to check Julian’s hideaway, which means that she’s got a few more flights of stairs to climb. She makes her way to the clocktower, searches through her key ring for the right key, and opens the door. The temperature inside is several degrees cooler, and so she hugs her arms to her chest as she takes the stairs up.

It takes her about half a flight to hear music, some old big band record, filtering down from above. Beth sighs and keeps climbing until she reaches the door - closed, of course - and knocks.

The music stops. Julian opens the door a few moments later, looking faintly embarrassed. “Er. Do we have visitors?”

She nods. “Just one. But she’d like an appointment with you, if you can fit it into your busy schedule.”

“Well,” he clears his throat, glancing at the room behind him, “I really shouldn’t keep someone waiting in this weather. We’ll have to go shovel the sidewalks again in an hour or so, I imagine...”

Beth momentarily grimaces at the thought. “Anyways, you’re right to not keep her waiting. The Sheriff’s a pretty busy woman, isn’t she?”

She grabs at his arm at about the same time he makes an awkward noise of surprise, leading him down the stairs.

“It’s the Sheriff, Beth?”

She mh-hms and continues down the stairs, smirking.

                                                        —

When Julian finally appears by the front desk, he’s much more composed. Beth has gone off to water the museum’s various plants - more accurately, to stay out of whatever this is going to be - so it’s just him.

He stays behind the desk, although he does lean against it slightly. “I heard that you wanted an appointment, Sheriff. Fortunately, my schedule’s rather free today on account of the weather... what can I help you with?”

The woman behind the desk blinks to see the Sheriff, and she gets to her feet. But Caitlyn raises a hand and motions that there is no need for such ceremony.

"Welcome, Sheriff," the woman doesn't sit back down, regardless. "How can I assist you?"

"Are you who I would speak to about making an appointment to see the curator?" The sheriff keeps a straight face.

Miss Elizabeth Hargreave has her professionalism slip for just a moment. Something very much like a knowing look almost crossed her face, but she restrains it, barely, letting it out only as the smallest and briefest of smirks. "You want to make an appointment, Sheriff?"

Caitlyn smiles back, her professionalism far more practiced and intact. "I feel a man like Julian Raines is quite busy with this new venture of his."

"Quite." Beth's smile quirks for a moment. "Could I get you a cup of tea, Sheriff? It might take a moment for me to consult his schedule." She gestures magnanimously to a seating area near the front desk. Wooden benches, posters, a holder of pamphlets, a couple of tasteful potted plants suited to the indoors.

"That would be lovely." Caitlyn starts to unwind her scarf. "Do not feel the need to rush on my account."

"If you say so, Sheriff. How do you take your tea?"

"Dealer's choice." Caitlyn smiles, then takes a seat on one of the benches, letting her eyes rove around the posters and the lobby, taking in the fresh paint and the new light fixtures. Quite a respectable little business. She cannot wait to take a proper tour, and with the weather as bad as it is outside, she might be likely to have the whole museum to herself.

She puts her scarf and gloves into her purse, and watches as Beth vanishes into the Staff Only area. @cautelous