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It Had To Be You
He dared to say that this was one of the most exciting days of his life, his litle girl- HIS little girl!- was going to play in her first soccer game and Stiles was so excited he could almost cry! "Ok ok let's go munchkins! I don't want to be late for Anna's game!" he shouted, Derek was already there with Anna so it was up to him to settle the twins, their son, and the baby- the trend of girls running in Derek's family seemed to endure and they MAY have a slight problem with controlling themselves- Stiles hurried, baby basket in one arm as he dragged their four-year-old son with his other, twin girls shuitting the door for him and then opening the car doors, sure usually he'd just use magic but he was too excited to concentrate! As soon as the doors were shut and the kids were settled self-proclaimed soccer dad Stiles was out of there

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"There she is Derek! There she is!" Stiles screamed, nearly throttling his husband as he stood up, clapping and howling and bouncing as Derek grabbed him and tugged him down, "Stiles you have to calm down," he frowned, Stiles didn't even need to say anything because his father then stood up to scream "That's my grand-daughter right there!" and then offered to show the woman next to him some pictures, Derek sighed, although he couldn't really blame him, he was over the moon with happiness watching their oldest daughter- by technicality though, she was TECHNICALLY eight but she was their third child- dance about the soccer feild, kicking here and there, and then- well then she had the ball and Derek thought Stiles was somehow going to evaporate out of his body and fly... "OH MY GOD DEREK OUR BABY IS DOING THE THING! SHE'S DOING IT DEREK SHE'S GONNA MAKE A GOAL OH MY GOD SHE'S SO GIFTED SHE'S A NATURAL SHE'S GONNA BE A STAR!!" he screamed, Derek was cringing, rubbing his ears, "Ok Stiles, I think you're getting a little ahead of yo- SHE'S GOING TO SCORE!" he shouted, leaping up and watching excitedly, she lined up behind the ball, aimed to kick- and was pushed down by the kid behind her who then stole the ball and kicked it in the other net, "WHAT!?" Stiles screamed, "Did that... did that SKUNKBAG just PUSH my baby girl!?" he shouted, Derek was silently fuming, aiming to have a firm word with the kid's parents after the game- but Stiles was ahead of him, "Stiles? Where are you going?" Derek asked, "To the feild obviously! There's a time out so now's my chance to teach that little ball of rotten what happens when you mess with a Stillinski-Hale child!" he spat, "Stiles... Stiles no! No don't shoot him with lightening or anything!" he shouted, trying to get to his husband but hearing the undeniable shreik of their baby coming from the stroller and having to flinch backwards to protect his poor ear drums

"HEY!!!" Stiles screamed, marching onto the soccer feild like a possessed assassin ready to lop off some heads and take some names, "Sir, you can't be down here on the feild during a ga-" "Yeah well that little PUNK that pushed my daughter CAN'T PUSH MY DAUGHTER, so how about you go get me those punk's parents so we can have a little chat or I'll make sure your name comes up in the next PTA meeting, Jake was it?" the coach swallowed, "... I'll be right back with Matthew's parents..." "I'm SURE you will be," he snarled, turning on his heel to the sobbing little girl behind him, "Ohhh Anna Sweetie are you ok?" he asked worriedly, picking her up and seeing the scrapes and scratches on her arms and elbows and legs, there may have only been a few very small ones but they were there and he was boiling mad, "I-I think so..." she sniffed, he started kissing the little wounds, starting with her palm, and using his magic to heal them with each kiss, "Aww it's ok, I'm so SO sorry Anna Bannana, I'll never ever let this happen again I promise," he cooed, "Daddy... my name is AH-na, not AN-na..." "I know Baby, I know, it' just a nickname," he chuckled, looking up abruptly when he saw the kid start back with an adult behind him... and Stiles nearly dropped Anna... "JACKSON!?" he almost screamed, there he was, Jackson Whittemore, KING of Stiles' own personal hell, he had thought he'd gotten rid of the guy in high school- and he didn't even look like he had aged a bit since- but no, here he was, in the flesh, the father of the butthead that had hurt his daughter... oh it was ON now.... "Do I know you?" he asked, ok, this was where Stiles had an advantage, unlike Jackson, who's supernatural powers awakened in early highschool, Stiles' Spark still stayed somewhat dormant until late highschool, when he had already passed the most awkward phase of puberty, he could catch Jackson off guard now... "I should have KNOWN the little punk belonged to you! Oh my GOD!" he groaned, running his hands through his hair after he set Anna down and she ran behind him, Jackson narrowed his eyes and then they popped wide open again, "STILLINSKI!?" "In the flesh you over sized testostorone pill!" he sneered, "You spawned!?" Stiles rolled his eyes, "You mean I was gifted with the precious gift of children? Yes, yes I was," "There's more than ONE? Who's the unlucky lady?" "None of your beeswax! Your kid pushed my kid and she deserves an apology!" "Oh like HELL Stillinski! It's called a SPORT, it's a COMPETTION, not ballet," "Ok first of all, shows what you know, ballet is HELLA competitive, and second of all I don't remember soccer being a contact sport, maybe we should get the referree over here to settle it," "Oh for the love of..." he turned, looking down at the boy, "Matthew, go get your mother," the boy rolled his eyes, "Aw Dad-" "NOW Matthew," he snapped, the boy stomped off, huffing all the way, "Look maybe if you didn't want your kid to get pushed down she shouldn't have been in the way," "She HAD the BALL you giant bag of dic-" "Stiles?" he looked up, turning to see Derek with the wearable baby carrier strapped to him, child attached, their son in one arm and the twins holding onto his other, "What's going on?" he asked innocently, "Well the buttmunch who pushed our little girl seems to belong to the buttmunch who used to push me, why am I surprised?" he sighed, "Hey quit insulting my kid!" Jackson shouted, "Then tell your kid to apologize to my kid!" "No way he was in the right!" "Look Jackson you can't just say 'Ohh you're being mean to my kid now quit it' and then turn right around and say 'Well it's ok Junior you just keep bullying people and things will work themselves out 'cause Daddy is unrealistically buff and violent'," he mocked in high and low voices respectively, Jackson narrowed his eyes, "Ok first of all, that sounds nothing like me, second of all, one of these days Stillinski, you're gonna have to learn a term called 'growing up', and third of all did you just say that you and Hale had these ... kids... together!?" Stiles wrinkled his nose, "Ok first of all Whittemore, I think you need to look in the mirror when it comes to growing up, seco-" "Derek, c'mon, be honest here, you're an .... ok guy... bordering on almost cool, what do you see in this ... this.... burlap sack?" he snorted, Derek took in a deep breath, "Well if I was rude, Jackson, I would say the same about your wife, personally I've never been a fan of blondes but ... I'm not rude," he smirked, Jackson's eyes narrowed, sensing now that Derek mentioned it that his wife and son were getting closer, "Where's Lydia anyway? I'm finally back in Beacon Hills, I wanted to surprise her later," Stiles grinned, "OHHHHH bad luck for you buddy! Lyds is taking a family vacation in Florida with her husband and babies," "Must sting huh Stillinski? I mean I got over Lydia and still managed to be freinds with her but did... you ever get over her?" "Yeah I did, we kissed back in high school and realized we just weren't cut out for eachother and now I've hooked my ball and chain to the hottest creature to ever walk the earth, I feel real bad about it," he snorted sarcastically, Derek sighed, having resorted to trying in vain to cover the children's ears, Jackson inhaled sharply, "What about McCall?" "He's having a family art lesson downtown, I think they're making matching mugs," he grinned smugly, "I don't really know what the rest of the pack is doing, I mean gosh our pack is so BIG it's hard to keep track of everyone! Do... do you have a big pack Jackson? I think Lydia mentioned you were still lone-wolfing it out?" Jackson licked his lips, "Alot's happened since we last spoke a month ago, I moved back to California for example-" "OH and what a PLEASURE that is for the economy," he snorted, Jackson inhaled sharply, pulling back to catch Stiles' shirt and bring him forward, "You know Stillinski I've been just DREAMING of nocking your lights out for years now and now that Hubby over there is occupied with the kids I have the perfect chance," Stiles smirked again, snapping his fingers as thunder and lightening suddenly boomed and cracked overhead, "Do you Jackson? DO you? 'Cause I'm a Spark and last I checked that made me better than werewolves... or... kanimas or whatever you are, I don't know, doesn't seem like that personality change stuck too well, you back to scales and tails?" he grinned, just as Jackson was pulling back-likely to make good on his threat- Stiles heard a woman's voice boom right behind his previous classmate, "Jackson Whittemore you unhand that Spark right now!" Jackson cringed, dropping Stiles immediately, he swallowed, turning slowly, "L-Lila, h-hey...." he laughed nervously, Stiles scrambled up, back to looking menacing and angry, "You're Matthew's mother?" he huffed, she nodded slowly, "Yes, and I apologize for the trouble he's caused, I certainly haven't raised him to do that," she frowned, glaring at Jackson and nudging Matthew forward, he looked awkward and shy, not making eye contact with Anna as he apologized, "Sorry I pushed you Anna..." he muttered, she smiled gently, her aura brightennig and lightening the atmosphere as faeries- especially faery children- had the tendency to do, "It's ok Matthew, wanna go have snacks? I think the game's over 'cause of the storm," she mused, although it seemed to be sunny skies now lightening wasn't typically something to mess with when it came to children's sports, "Ok," he agreed, both shrugging and being on their way, "Well would you look at that..." Derek muttered, looking down at the twins and smiling gently, "Raven, Fae, do you want to go with your sister?" the girls nodded, breaking off from him and pausing when the boy pouted, screaming, "I wanna go too!" Derek frowned, looking to Stiles for assurance and recieving a nod in response, "Ok... just.... stick close to your sisters alright? Ladies please keep Alexander attached like a fifth leg," he said, slowly letting go of the toddler's hand, "We will Papa," Raven nodded, "Pack is family and family isn't left behind," Fae replied, both taking a hand of their little brother and marching to the snack table, "I need an antacid," Derek muttered stressfully, "How sweet... all werewolves? I noticed Anna is a faery," Lila mused, Stiles blinked back up at her, "Oh um, yeah the twins are, Alex is actually lil' dragon," he smiled, "Ohhh a dragon in America? No wonder I didn't reckognize the scent! I'd heard European and American dragons were almost extinct," "They are- almost," Stiles smiled, "Amazing! And that little cutie there?" "Evelyn? She's an elf," he smiled, "Stiles keeps teasing we'll have the full bestiary before we're done- I can only hope he's wrong but he's impossible to say no to when he's holding babies," Derek sighed, "By the way how did you know I'm a Spark Lila? People usually can't smell that," "Oh your eyes flickered, my foster brother is a Spark too, I learned to reckognize it," he nodded slowly, muttering a short "Amazing" as Jackson cleared his throat, Lila frowned, narrowing her eyes, "I'm afraid my husband isn't quite as good with manners as our poodle is," "You have a poodle?" Stiles grinned, he wasn't going to mention the dog breeds he and Derek had... that was just irrelevant... "Apologize Jackson- NOW," Jackson glared at her but took a breath and muttered a very breif "Sorry" before turning to go retreive the kids, Lila sighed, shaking her head, "It's progress..." Stiles and Derek glanced at eachother and promptly started laughing, Stiles had a feeling he and Lila were beginning a beautifull freindship that would torment Jackson even more than his freindship with Lydia- GOOD

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It Had To Be You
He dared to say that this was one of the most exciting days of his life, his litle girl- HIS little girl!- was going to play in her first soccer game and Stiles was so excited he could almost cry! "Ok ok let's go munchkins! I don't want to be late for Anna's game!" he shouted, Derek was already there with Anna so it was up to him to settle the twins, their son, and the baby- the trend of girls running in Derek's family seemed to endure and they MAY have a slight problem with controlling themselves- Stiles hurried, baby basket in one arm as he dragged their four-year-old son with his other, twin girls shuitting the door for him and then opening the car doors, sure usually he'd just use magic but he was too excited to concentrate! As soon as the doors were shut and the kids were settled self-proclaimed soccer dad Stiles was out of there

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"There she is Derek! There she is!" Stiles screamed, nearly throttling his husband as he stood up, clapping and howling and bouncing as Derek grabbed him and tugged him down, "Stiles you have to calm down," he frowned, Stiles didn't even need to say anything because his father then stood up to scream "That's my grand-daughter right there!" and then offered to show the woman next to him some pictures, Derek sighed, although he couldn't really blame him, he was over the moon with happiness watching their oldest daughter- by technicality though, she was TECHNICALLY eight but she was their third child- dance about the soccer feild, kicking here and there, and then- well then she had the ball and Derek thought Stiles was somehow going to evaporate out of his body and fly... "OH MY GOD DEREK OUR BABY IS DOING THE THING! SHE'S DOING IT DEREK SHE'S GONNA MAKE A GOAL OH MY GOD SHE'S SO GIFTED SHE'S A NATURAL SHE'S GONNA BE A STAR!!" he screamed, Derek was cringing, rubbing his ears, "Ok Stiles, I think you're getting a little ahead of yo- SHE'S GOING TO SCORE!" he shouted, leaping up and watching excitedly, she lined up behind the ball, aimed to kick- and was pushed down by the kid behind her who then stole the ball and kicked it in the other net, "WHAT!?" Stiles screamed, "Did that... did that SKUNKBAG just PUSH my baby girl!?" he shouted, Derek was silently fuming, aiming to have a firm word with the kid's parents after the game- but Stiles was ahead of him, "Stiles? Where are you going?" Derek asked, "To the feild obviously! There's a time out so now's my chance to teach that little ball of rotten what happens when you mess with a Stillinski-Hale child!" he spat, "Stiles... Stiles no! No don't shoot him with lightening or anything!" he shouted, trying to get to his husband but hearing the undeniable shreik of their baby coming from the stroller and having to flinch backwards to protect his poor ear drums

"HEY!!!" Stiles screamed, marching onto the soccer feild like a possessed assassin ready to lop off some heads and take some names, "Sir, you can't be down here on the feild during a ga-" "Yeah well that little PUNK that pushed my daughter CAN'T PUSH MY DAUGHTER, so how about you go get me those punk's parents so we can have a little chat or I'll make sure your name comes up in the next PTA meeting, Jake was it?" the coach swallowed, "... I'll be right back with Matthew's parents..." "I'm SURE you will be," he snarled, turning on his heel to the sobbing little girl behind him, "Ohhh Anna Sweetie are you ok?" he asked worriedly, picking her up and seeing the scrapes and scratches on her arms and elbows and legs, there may have only been a few very small ones but they were there and he was boiling mad, "I-I think so..." she sniffed, he started kissing the little wounds, starting with her palm, and using his magic to heal them with each kiss, "Aww it's ok, I'm so SO sorry Anna Bannana, I'll never ever let this happen again I promise," he cooed, "Daddy... my name is AH-na, not AN-na..." "I know Baby, I know, it' just a nickname," he chuckled, looking up abruptly when he saw the kid start back with an adult behind him... and Stiles nearly dropped Anna... "JACKSON!?" he almost screamed, there he was, Jackson Whittemore, KING of Stiles' own personal hell, he had thought he'd gotten rid of the guy in high school- and he didn't even look like he had aged a bit since- but no, here he was, in the flesh, the father of the butthead that had hurt his daughter... oh it was ON now.... "Do I know you?" he asked, ok, this was where Stiles had an advantage, unlike Jackson, who's supernatural powers awakened in early highschool, Stiles' Spark still stayed somewhat dormant until late highschool, when he had already passed the most awkward phase of puberty, he could catch Jackson off guard now... "I should have KNOWN the little punk belonged to you! Oh my GOD!" he groaned, running his hands through his hair after he set Anna down and she ran behind him, Jackson narrowed his eyes and then they popped wide open again, "STILLINSKI!?" "In the flesh you over sized testostorone pill!" he sneered, "You spawned!?" Stiles rolled his eyes, "You mean I was gifted with the precious gift of children? Yes, yes I was," "There's more than ONE? Who's the unlucky lady?" "None of your beeswax! Your kid pushed my kid and she deserves an apology!" "Oh like HELL Stillinski! It's called a SPORT, it's a COMPETTION, not ballet," "Ok first of all, shows what you know, ballet is HELLA competitive, and second of all I don't remember soccer being a contact sport, maybe we should get the referree over here to settle it," "Oh for the love of..." he turned, looking down at the boy, "Matthew, go get your mother," the boy rolled his eyes, "Aw Dad-" "NOW Matthew," he snapped, the boy stomped off, huffing all the way, "Look maybe if you didn't want your kid to get pushed down she shouldn't have been in the way," "She HAD the BALL you giant bag of dic-" "Stiles?" he looked up, turning to see Derek with the wearable baby carrier strapped to him, child attached, their son in one arm and the twins holding onto his other, "What's going on?" he asked innocently, "Well the buttmunch who pushed our little girl seems to belong to the buttmunch who used to push me, why am I surprised?" he sighed, "Hey quit insulting my kid!" Jackson shouted, "Then tell your kid to apologize to my kid!" "No way he was in the right!" "Look Jackson you can't just say 'Ohh you're being mean to my kid now quit it' and then turn right around and say 'Well it's ok Junior you just keep bullying people and things will work themselves out 'cause Daddy is unrealistically buff and violent'," he mocked in high and low voices respectively, Jackson narrowed his eyes, "Ok first of all, that sounds nothing like me, second of all, one of these days Stillinski, you're gonna have to learn a term called 'growing up', and third of all did you just say that you and Hale had these ... kids... together!?" Stiles wrinkled his nose, "Ok first of all Whittemore, I think you need to look in the mirror when it comes to growing up, seco-" "Derek, c'mon, be honest here, you're an .... ok guy... bordering on almost cool, what do you see in this ... this.... burlap sack?" he snorted, Derek took in a deep breath, "Well if I was rude, Jackson, I would say the same about your wife, personally I've never been a fan of blondes but ... I'm not rude," he smirked, Jackson's eyes narrowed, sensing now that Derek mentioned it that his wife and son were getting closer, "Where's Lydia anyway? I'm finally back in Beacon Hills, I wanted to surprise her later," Stiles grinned, "OHHHHH bad luck for you buddy! Lyds is taking a family vacation in Florida with her husband and babies," "Must sting huh Stillinski? I mean I got over Lydia and still managed to be freinds with her but did... you ever get over her?" "Yeah I did, we kissed back in high school and realized we just weren't cut out for eachother and now I've hooked my ball and chain to the hottest creature to ever walk the earth, I feel real bad about it," he snorted sarcastically, Derek sighed, having resorted to trying in vain to cover the children's ears, Jackson inhaled sharply, "What about McCall?" "He's having a family art lesson downtown, I think they're making matching mugs," he grinned smugly, "I don't really know what the rest of the pack is doing, I mean gosh our pack is so BIG it's hard to keep track of everyone! Do... do you have a big pack Jackson? I think Lydia mentioned you were still lone-wolfing it out?" Jackson licked his lips, "Alot's happened since we last spoke a month ago, I moved back to California for example-" "OH and what a PLEASURE that is for the economy," he snorted, Jackson inhaled sharply, pulling back to catch Stiles' shirt and bring him forward, "You know Stillinski I've been just DREAMING of nocking your lights out for years now and now that Hubby over there is occupied with the kids I have the perfect chance," Stiles smirked again, snapping his fingers as thunder and lightening suddenly boomed and cracked overhead, "Do you Jackson? DO you? 'Cause I'm a Spark and last I checked that made me better than werewolves... or... kanimas or whatever you are, I don't know, doesn't seem like that personality change stuck too well, you back to scales and tails?" he grinned, just as Jackson was pulling back-likely to make good on his threat- Stiles heard a woman's voice boom right behind his previous classmate, "Jackson Whittemore you unhand that Spark right now!" Jackson cringed, dropping Stiles immediately, he swallowed, turning slowly, "L-Lila, h-hey...." he laughed nervously, Stiles scrambled up, back to looking menacing and angry, "You're Matthew's mother?" he huffed, she nodded slowly, "Yes, and I apologize for the trouble he's caused, I certainly haven't raised him to do that," she frowned, glaring at Jackson and nudging Matthew forward, he looked awkward and shy, not making eye contact with Anna as he apologized, "Sorry I pushed you Anna..." he muttered, she smiled gently, her aura brightennig and lightening the atmosphere as faeries- especially faery children- had the tendency to do, "It's ok Matthew, wanna go have snacks? I think the game's over 'cause of the storm," she mused, although it seemed to be sunny skies now lightening wasn't typically something to mess with when it came to children's sports, "Ok," he agreed, both shrugging and being on their way, "Well would you look at that..." Derek muttered, looking down at the twins and smiling gently, "Raven, Fae, do you want to go with your sister?" the girls nodded, breaking off from him and pausing when the boy pouted, screaming, "I wanna go too!" Derek frowned, looking to Stiles for assurance and recieving a nod in response, "Ok... just.... stick close to your sisters alright? Ladies please keep Alexander attached like a fifth leg," he said, slowly letting go of the toddler's hand, "We will Papa," Raven nodded, "Pack is family and family isn't left behind," Fae replied, both taking a hand of their little brother and marching to the snack table, "I need an antacid," Derek muttered stressfully, "How sweet... all werewolves? I noticed Anna is a faery," Lila mused, Stiles blinked back up at her, "Oh um, yeah the twins are, Alex is actually lil' dragon," he smiled, "Ohhh a dragon in America? No wonder I didn't reckognize the scent! I'd heard European and American dragons were almost extinct," "They are- almost," Stiles smiled, "Amazing! And that little cutie there?" "Evelyn? She's an elf," he smiled, "Stiles keeps teasing we'll have the full bestiary before we're done- I can only hope he's wrong but he's impossible to say no to when he's holding babies," Derek sighed, "By the way how did you know I'm a Spark Lila? People usually can't smell that," "Oh your eyes flickered, my foster brother is a Spark too, I learned to reckognize it," he nodded slowly, muttering a short "Amazing" as Jackson cleared his throat, Lila frowned, narrowing her eyes, "I'm afraid my husband isn't quite as good with manners as our poodle is," "You have a poodle?" Stiles grinned, he wasn't going to mention the dog breeds he and Derek had... that was just irrelevant... "Apologize Jackson- NOW," Jackson glared at her but took a breath and muttered a very breif "Sorry" before turning to go retreive the kids, Lila sighed, shaking her head, "It's progress..." Stiles and Derek glanced at eachother and promptly started laughing, Stiles had a feeling he and Lila were beginning a beautifull freindship that would torment Jackson even more than his freindship with Lydia- GOOD