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its okay i've only got sad hug icons too

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[ That was not the reaction Allison was expecting. She had been expecting a thank you and him taking the plate, maybe inviting her inside to eat them with him as they talked and hung out like they always do. It takes her a second to respond, and she hugs him back, but she's so off kilter from the physical contact that she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. ] You hug like your dad.

oh no it hurts

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[stiles freezes up in the hug at allison's words, before squeezing her shoulders just a little bit more firmly. he honestly can't think of a better compliment to receive than that. his dad gave really amazing hugs.

it takes a little bit longer for him to pull away than he'd originally planned, because if he'd looked at her any sooner he probably would have started crying and that hardly seemed like an appropriate thank you for what she had done. as it is when he does pull back, he flashes her a slightly watery smile, keeps one hand on her shoulder and hip checks the door open further.]

After mom died the only chocolate I got on Valentine's Day was the singles awareness candybars that Scott and I would exchange. [he tells her, and then tugs ever so slightly on her arm in invitation.]

Want to come in?

noooo

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[ It was the wrong thing to say, made obvious by how he tenses. She tightens her own grip on him, pulling away when he does, giving his upper arms an extra squeeze, nodding. ] Don't thank me yet. This is the second batch I had to make.

[ She shuts the door behind her and settles in her usual spot on his bed, pulling of her boots as she does so. ] I just hope they're edible.

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[stiles leaves allison to get comfortable and turns to grab one of the cupcakes, holding it up in front of his face to study it seriously before giving allison an equally serious look and saying:]

Allison, I am a teenage boy, literally everything is edible if I'm hungry enough. [and then he moves in to get a good lick at the icing to go ahead and prove his point.]

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[ She watches him with a kind of trepidation, biting down on her lower lip. It's -- well it's probably alright? They weren't the practical bits of charcoal the first batch had been, and she'd managed to (somehow) scrape up the things she needed for the frosting. The entire thing she'd made from scratch, which was why she was so nervous. ] Well?

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[well it's probably good because stiles quickly follows the lick with a large chomp of the cupcake itself. in any case he's far too busy chewing to answer her verbally so after a moment of pointless gesturing with his free hand he just settles for flashing her a thumbs up.

you done good girl.]

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[ She'd probably be more worried if it was anyone but Stiles, but rendering Stiles speechless is impossible on a good day. So this? Is probably the highest compliment she could receive. She grins, drawing up her knees. ] Thank you. Really. I don't really cook much, so I'm glad it's not poisoning you.

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[ Unfortunately, Stiles doesn't get a say. Allison doesn't even knock this time, just lets herself in, closing the door behind her and standing there, pretty much so he can't run. ] Now you can answer.

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[well shit. now that you're here, stiles isn't totally sure he wants to have this conversation in person. text was honestly so much easier. and he'd honestly already had so many serious conversations in the past few months. did he really want to start another one?]

Hey Allison, really digging the forceful thing, it's pretty hot I'm gonna be honest.

[okay maybe that was too honest in the other direction, whoops.]

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[and he's finally done chewing and swallowing his newest bite as he shrugs and licks idly around his mouth to make sure that he hasn't missed any crumbs or smears of frosting. and honestly, you're welcome for that view, allison.]

Eh, you never can be sure with poisons, sometimes they don't hit you right away. But as long as you just used kitchen stuff and not, like. Some mysterious unlabeled vial of glowing liquid, you're probably fine.

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[ The look on her face clearly states that now is not the time for jokes, even ones about how pretty she is. Allison crosses her arms, but her tone is gentle. ] Stiles. How can we make it easier, now? Because you can't just keep blaming yourself for everything that happened, it's not your fault.

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[ Allison bites her lip, does her best to pretend to look guilty. She can't keep it up for long, though, and unfolds herself, standing up to grab one of the cupcakes off the plate. ] I'm really glad you like them.

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[and oh what a question that is. do you want a pretty answer, or the real one.] I let it in, Allison.

[or no answer at all. that works too.]

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[ She freezes. There's about a thousand things running her mind right at that moment, two two foremost being denial and horror. But there-- there has to be an explanation. Stiles wouldn't just let it in, not for no reason, not for shits and giggles. It didn't change the fact that the things the nogitsune did with his body were done without his permission or control. And that meant everything.

She tries to keep her tone even, clinical and unemotional. But this is hurting her a little more than she thought it would. ] Why? You wouldn't do it without a reason, that's not like you.

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[stiles shoots her a wry, kind of hurt, raw look. he really really doesn't want to have this conversation.] I'm sure there's some kids at school who would tell you that everything I do is without reason. Some teachers too.

[come on stiles this is allison. and you've already had this conversation with lydia, this should be easy. except.

it was allison.] I didn't... [deep breath.] It's not like I knowingly let it in or something. Or. I don't think I knew. But Deaton kept talking about us opening doors, and I opened a door in my dreams and then suddenly I couldn't read, and I couldn't tell when I was asleep and when I was dreaming. And we were supposed to close the door, Allison, but I never closed it, I don't even think I tried.

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[ She approaches him, then, grabs his biceps with her hands and holds on tight. She works to maintain eye contact with him, turning her head if he turns his. He has to know how serious she's taking this -- that she believes in him. That he's someone worth believing in. She's not trying to hurt him, but she's not going to let him run from this, mentally or physically.

He has to hear it. ] Those people at school don't know you. I know you. Scott knows you. Lydia knows you. And I know you would have tried. You would have fought. And you would have closed that door if you could have. You can't take responsibility for this. It's not yours to take. If it's anyone's, it's Noshiko's for bringing it here in the first place. You're a victim, Stiles. And anyone who tries to convince you otherwise is wrong to do so.

You were in there, Stiles, but it wasn't you. And that's why we worked so hard to save you.

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[and stiles doesn't try and squirm away, actually looks allison right in the eyes as he says the next part.]

You and Scott managed to close the door.

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[ Allison narrows her eyes, just a little. Her voice just gets a little stern, too. ] And?

[ Because that has nothing to do with it, to her. ] That's supposed to make what happened to you better?

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[DON'T YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH HIM, MISSY. stiles narrows his eyes in response.]

Of course that doesn't make anything better. It does make it my fault though. I'm the one that failed to close the door. Not the nogistune, not Noshiko, me.

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And, what, a girl wearing a short skirt deserves to get groped?

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[actual physical recoil here, hope you've got a firm grip on him right now, allison, or he's probably going to hit the ground, his reaction is so visceral.]

Of course not!

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[ She does, and she keeps him steady. ] Then why is what happened to you any different?

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That's-- [stiles is all set to argue, he is, but the problem is... allison isn't actually all that wrong. the logic is sound. but it just can't be that simple.]

That's different. [he says it, but he seems to have lost a lot of his steam. he frowns, and finally looks down and away from allison. down at his hands in his lap.] ... isn't it?

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[ She sits down next to him, and finally lets go, softening. ] Not really. You got used, Stiles, against your will. You weren't asking for it, you didn't tell that thing to possess you and hurt your friends.

[ Allison reaches over and grabs his hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing. ] It wasn't your fault. And I'll keep telling you that until you believe it.

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Definitely. And like. [holding a hand out in front of him. the one not holding the cupcake.]

Total honesty here, I probably would eat it even if it wasn't any good. But you did good, Allison, honest. [small, secret smile here.] And I don't just mean with following the recipe.

Thanks Allison.