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okay i've finished all my drafts on this blog so if anyone wants me i'll be over on allison. 

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                                                   ❝ No, you’re right.                                                                  It was hilarious. ❞

                             ❝Who told you anyway? I thought nobody knew.                                   It was Stiles, wasn't it?                                                                    Ana. I'm gonna kill her.❞

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                                             ❛and you think i can?❜

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                        ❛  sometimes, i truly cannot                             UNDERSTAND    this    town. ❜ 

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                            Stiles had been tired before          to the point where he                             would  have  happily  slept in his jeep or at the   kitchen                              table              but he didn’t think that he’d ever been this                              exhausted.            Don’t get him wrong ; Stiles loved his                             daughter, but he also loved sleep. Being a parent didn’t                             stop  him  from  being  a  teenage  boy  with  needs that                                        were now, for the most part, long forgotten.

                                                          Derek was a saint.                                      Albeit a grumpy one, but a saint nonetheless.

                            Tired eyes lifted from the many books scattered across his                             bed,   and slowly a warm smile would begin to pull at the                             corners of the teenager’s lips.    Derek could deny it all he                             wanted, but mentally Stiles was taking notes on the smile                                     that was currently lighting up Derek Hale’s face.

                                       ❝ You’re like her own personal teddy bear.                                                  Forget Alpha ; your new title is                                                               Mr. Snuggles. ❞

                            Flesh gathered betwixt thick eyebrows as Derek’s eyes lifted                             to cast a withering glance upon Stiles ---- Mr Snuggles was                             hardly a title that the Alpha wanted.                                                                                              At all.                                                                                                        Ever.                                              Even if it was for Lily’s sake ; that was a step too far.                             Though he couldn’t deny that the feeling of her                             weight within his arms was unlike anything else                             he had experienced before ; he’d held children,                             of course he had.                                                            But this was different.                                                            She was his.                                                            She was his cub to protect & look after.                             That was his sole purpose now. No fighting                             for power nor dominance or a bigger pack ;                             just the little toddler mewling within his arms.

                            ❝If you teach her to call me that, I’m gonna kill you.❞

                            Yet the smile remains as he readjusts her in his                             arms when she coughs up some spittle, his hand                             reaching for the bib around her neck to wipe it away.                             His muscles grow taut for a moment as he fears                             that she’ll awaken and scream the place down ----                             but when she settles once more, he breathes out.

                            ❝I wasn’t kidding, Stiles. Go to sleep.                             You look like you’ve been punched                             in the face with those dark circles.❞ 

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              ❝—- or what?❞

              ❝or i'll shut you up myself.❞

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       ”————I said it won’t work.”

                 Eyebrows lifted in faint amusement,                  eyes squinting as he stared down                  at the treasured member of his pack.

                                     ❝Why not?❞

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❝—— for a ‘werewolf’, wolves don’t really like you.❞

        Hence the growling Wolf by the boy’s legs, growling protectively.

                 ❝He knows what I am ---- knows the threat.                         He can smell it. It’s only natural.❞

                 Cue  the  Alpha  slipping to bent knees, a                  hand outstretching for the wolf with a soft                  gleam within chocolate eyes to prove that                                   he meant no harm. 

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It’s a spiral. It reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Beta’s can become Alpha’s. But Alpha’s can also fall to Beta’s, or even Omega’s.

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                 Readily would mighty Alpha deny that smile                  that was playing across bearded lips, fingers                  gently tracing the softened skin of the new-                  born baby within his arms. Well, she still felt                  newborn to him, at least. The----...Father                   ( man, he was never gonna get used to that )                  had neglected his duties to her because he was                  so scared. He felt so violated by the whole                   situation ---- yet Stiles had been right when                  he said it wasn't the baby's fault how she was                  brought into this world.                                                                      ❝You can sleep, Stiles.                                                          I'll watch over her.❞

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❝мαɗηєѕѕ and ｐｏｗｅｒ are two sides of the same coin…             You {cannot} have one [ without ] the o t h e r.❞

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"Mom?"

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If you ship with me, our ship will be about 5% fluff and 95% angst.

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❝———Shut up, Stiles.❞                                    People always spoke of how Derek Hale could                                   only speak with his eyebrows ; that he was a                                   man of few words, and that he was. But oh,                                   his mind was r a c i n g with a multitude of                                   words and insults that he could have spat                                   back. He just chose not to, believing that one                                   look was more than enough.                                                                     ----& most of the time, it was.                    Not with Stiles, though.                                  Never with Stiles ;             Stiles was more of a match for Derek than that.      He was stubborn, he was brave and he was foolish to mess      with the ex-Alpha. Even though he knew that he would not      do anything to harm him ---- not truly. Perhaps a slap on the      wrist or a punch to his palm when he was trying him, testing      the boundaries. But he knew that at the end of each and      every day, no matter what Stiles Stilinski did ; he'd P R O T E C T      him against any foe. Though they wore the mask of two men      that hated each other ---- it wasn't q u i t e so.                                          Not that Derek would ever admit it.       But still did those ever prattling lips continue, and Derek knew      that there was but one way to shut him up. Perhaps that was      what he tried to convince himself, anyway. That he only did it      to shut him up ---- to get him to stop talking. Yet he knew there      was something more ; a passion that burned deep inside of it      and Stiles kept fueling the F L A M E S until they were a raging      inferno within him. Which aided none in the anger that      constantly laced the wolf's veins. 

                               Swift steps brought him before him, hands                                locking themselves around his arms before                                with one swift push did he back him against                                the wall. 

                   ❝Stop talking.❞                                    Spoken in one breath before his lips crashed                                   down upon the boy's own, teeth coming into                                   play as his fangs fought to drag across his                                   flesh ; make him shut up, make his words                                   choke within his throat. But he restrained                                   himself, fingers tight upon the structure of                                   his neck. 

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i jusT WANT TO LOOK THROUGH DEREK'S TAG W/O THERE BEING A PICTURE OF SOME RANDOM GUY'S DICK ON THERE IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK. 

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