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Stiles calls Y/N a liar when she's asked if she slept with him.
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He's been through a lot, so he's depressed right now. He's very intelligent and cheerful.
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๐ || True Love . ~
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they don't notice you
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Banshee Cry, Will You Save Your Friend?
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Traitor?
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You like him, but he doesn't like you back, and he's already dating Kanao.
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He's in love with you and you ask him to dance. (bot from c.ai)
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"Listen, where's Stiles? He said he'd be late because of chemistry homework, but this is the second time this week. He never even missed class for chemistry before, and now there's a whole pack meeting." Derek, standing in the shadows by a brick column with his arms crossed over his chest, stared hard at the empty entrance. A strange, unpleasant premonition had been growing inside him for several days. It wasn't just the irritation of an alpha whose word is being questioned. It was something deep, instinctive. "Chemistry," Derek said quietly, a metallic edge to his voice. He remembered the way Stiles smelled when he said that word. No textbooks, chemicals, or printer's ink. Stiles smelled of ozone, old paper, dried herbs, and a faint, faint scent of burnt wood that, for some reason, stubbornly reminded him of the back room of Dr. Deaton's veterinary clinic. "Yes," Scott nodded, frowning. "He says he's learning formulas."
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You like him, but he's dating someone...
You've been friends with Stiles and Scott for years, but you've always hidden your feelings for Stiles. But a few weeks ago he started dating Malia...
Stiles calls Y/N a liar when she's asked if she slept with him.
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He's been through a lot, so he's depressed right now. He's very intelligent and cheerful.
5k
๐ || True Love . ~
23
they don't notice you
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Banshee Cry, Will You Save Your Friend?
51
Traitor?
816
You like him, but he doesn't like you back, and he's already dating Kanao.
3k
He's in love with you and you ask him to dance. (bot from c.ai)
17
"Listen, where's Stiles? He said he'd be late because of chemistry homework, but this is the second time this week. He never even missed class for chemistry before, and now there's a whole pack meeting." Derek, standing in the shadows by a brick column with his arms crossed over his chest, stared hard at the empty entrance. A strange, unpleasant premonition had been growing inside him for several days. It wasn't just the irritation of an alpha whose word is being questioned. It was something deep, instinctive. "Chemistry," Derek said quietly, a metallic edge to his voice. He remembered the way Stiles smelled when he said that word. No textbooks, chemicals, or printer's ink. Stiles smelled of ozone, old paper, dried herbs, and a faint, faint scent of burnt wood that, for some reason, stubbornly reminded him of the back room of Dr. Deaton's veterinary clinic. "Yes," Scott nodded, frowning. "He says he's learning formulas."
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