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[olessan]

"My whole, entire mortal life..."

[essektheylyss]

Travis: I didn't really put much backstory together yet, I'm waiting to suss out the vibes.

also Travis: [wrote a whole ass poem]

[stedesparasol]

Max Apologizes for Taking so Long to Cancel Show People Love

“It was a mistake. That’s not how we do things here at Max. The holidays are a chaotic time around here, it won’t happen again.”

please read this article

[ponlolhaha]

help

[captainofthetidesbreath]

Third Person: We have Liam and Marisha here to join us as guests.

Liam and Marisha: We've infiltrated the group. Literally. Our characters are moles.

[alexander-ikithon]

IT HAS ARRIVED!!!!

[markstrongvibes]

Mark behind the scenes of Late Night With Seth Meyers

[hedwig221b]

hiii i hope you're well ! can we please have a snippet ? 🥺

You're in luck cause I've been writing over the weekend so I actually do have something to share lol

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“Are you familiar with this part of town?” Derek asked.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stiles smile a little.

“No,” the omega answered with a tinge of nostalgia. “This is where the rich kids lived. You know, the assholes.”

“Are you saying I’m the asshole?” Derek arched his brow.

“No, you’re a rich kid.” They walked a bit in silence. Stiles sighed. “I guess, I should stop saying that.”

“Saying what?”

Stiles shrugged. “I mean, I should probably stop referring to myself as not rich. It’s not a good look if I want to attract someone with money.”

Derek tensed. He worked his jaw for a bit and glanced around, suddenly despising the humans living there.

Assholes, Stiles said they were. The same assholes that would probably sell the said houses to get the omega.

Derek felt Stiles’ careful gaze at the side of his face.

“What, no ‘just be yourself’ speech?” Stiles let out a dark laugh. “Harsh, dude…”

“I can be harsh if you want me to.”

Both of them stopped.

Stiles folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at him. “Shoot.”

Derek huffed and shook his head. “Listen, I don’t know what movies you watched—”

“Hey!”

“— or what bullshit they told you about marriage. But those people? The ones that requested a meeting with you? They offered to buy you.” Derek breathed out harshly. Stiles just stared at him with a mask on his face. “They came to my mother, they came to me. You don’t even understand what kind of money they have going around. And don’t think they didn’t make the same offer to the institute — they did. It was my mother who refused to let them accept.”

Derek bit down on his words and glanced around, instinctively seeking danger and finding nothing but bright orange light and high brick fences. When he turned back, Stiles was still staring at him from under his long fucking eyelashes.

“You are a status, Stiles,” Derek grunted, meeting his gaze. “A rarity only the ‘best’ of them can afford. I’m sorry but they don’t give a fuck about who you are.”

Stiles blinked, his jaw working.

“Sure, anyone can send a request for you. A hopeless romantic from those movies you watched, the one you would maybe fall for. But the minute they notice whom you favor… God help them if they don’t have the means to protect themselves.”

“So, what,” Stiles’ throat clicked, “you’re saying I should just lie down and spread my legs for anyone who’s rich enough?”

Damn, Derek hated the thought with vitriol. He jutted his chin out and flashed his eyes at the omega.

“No. I’m saying that I can’t lie to you. I doubt someone told you how it’s gonna be, and I don’t think anyone will bother in the future. Sorry to be the bearer of the truth. This is not a movie, or a fairytale. I cannot guarantee who is going to request you or what the poll is going to be like. But I swear to you that I’ll do anything to make sure that you will be the one making the choice in the end.”

Stiles’ eyes were unreadable.

Still, in this ugly light, with a frown on his face, and an angry tightness to his lips, he was the most beautiful creature Derek had ever seen.

Damn him. Damn whoever gets to have him.