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Steve and Y/N's relationship is still kinda new, so she can't help but feel a bit shy about asking for affection. Steve loves to indulge her though.
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14 Feb 2026
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Movie nights weren't supposed to be scary, and they certainly weren't supposed to end up with Stiles gripping Derek's hand for dear life.
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23 Dec 2025
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To think of it, anyone could walk in and take him. Anyone. And Stiles would let them. He would take their hand and go to god knows where with just a nod. The things they could have done to this creature… Who knew how many hands he would have passed before breaking apart?
It was a blessing, really, that Derek got to him first.
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10 Dec 2025
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The guy standing in front of the room is all tan skin and delicious stubble and piercing green eyes and cheekbones that could cut glass, and just...
Holy shit.
That man is a teacher?
That man should be on a billboard in New York with all his everything on display, not in a Beacon Hills classroom talking about fucking phonics. It seems like a bit of a waste.
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AKA Stiles's POV of the events of One Hale of a Sandwich plus some.Series
- Part 2 of One Hale of a 'Verse
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20 Nov 2025
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Irascible by CherryValiant
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
10 Sep 2025
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Irascible - adjective. Having or showing a tendency to be easily angered.
I slipped.
It was an honest mistake: overestimating how wide the bench was and the tread of my boots, my right foot landed on the curved edge and plummeted. I yelped and flailed and tried in vain to catch myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for the impact.
Instead of hard gravel, I hit leather wrapped muscle.
I kept my eyes closed, scrambling to grab fistfuls of his jacket, kicking my legs under me as they slid from the bench. I couldn't see how he'd gotten over the bench so fast - maybe he'd been standing and I hadn't heard it over my own dumbassness - but the sweet, rich scent of him filled my nose, the warmth of his body pressing into my back, the soft grunt of exertion as he helped me stand back up.
"Thanks," I smiled. God, I wanted to see him. He cleared his throat, and even though I was on my own feet again, he still had me in his arms. I felt his fingers pressing into my shoulders. My own hands settled into the crook of his elbows, then, slowly, drifted upward over his biceps. Damn, he felt strong.
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12 Nov 2025