I. - faithwolf - Teen Wolf. His mom shows up in his room as silently as any ghost would.
Scott nearly drops his phone. She's not a ghost, though; she's just bruised and tired. But alive. Scott feels his lips stretching into a smile, but they freeze half-way when she raises her arm, displaying a broken watch in her hand. Right. "Please," she says and closes her eyes. "Mom! " Fortunately, that stops her and she falls silent.
"I'm sorry," he says. She presses her lips together and nods. "Mom! " "Nah. " She leaves before Scott has a chance to say anything. Lies, all of it. Dal segno al coda - imperfectandchaotic - Teen Wolf. —d.s— Isaac feels constantly at odds.
Pulled by polar forces, from his dad before and then from Derek, Boyd, Erica to Scott, Stiles, and Allison from feelings that he doesn't have, that he's not supposed to have to his wolf curling mourningful and tight like a constant ache in his chest, because pullling Allison out of her dad's cuffs means leaning close enough that the smell of her shampoo becomes dizzying.
What's Worth The Trouble - amorremanet - Teen Wolf. When they get back to the clinic, Scott tries to help get the ice baths ready.
He carries the bags of ice they got at 7-11 in from the cars—he, Isaac, and Allison split that duty because they're the strongest, they'll do it faster than Stiles or Lydia or Deaton—and he tries to help fill up the metal tubs with water. But when he starts unfurling the hose at the side of the building, Deaton pats him on the shoulder and tells him not to worry about it. Deaton uncurls the hose himself, drags it inside, has Isaac turn on the water and Scott just has to stand there in the darkness, wondering what the Hell he's even doing here. Desperate Times - originalwolfgirl - Teen Wolf. Stiles voice echoed in the elevator as he shouted out Derek’s name.
Seriously, how many times was Derek going to try and die in front of Stiles. He was starting to think he was doing it on purpose to get the hyperactive boy’s attention. Stiles hand connected with Derek’s cheek again without any result. Stiles let out a scream of rage. Directing his fury towards the only other person in the vicinity, he threw a punch knowing it wouldn’t hurt the werewolf laying unconscious on the elevator floor.
The two of them had grown closer over the past few months. Deductive Reasoning - qaffangyrl - Teen Wolf. Derek blames the disorienting pounding in his head.
Otherwise, he’d never have asked. He’d never have even mentioned it. He’d have forced himself to forget that Stiles had ever said a word about it – about her. But, as they stood together, waiting to regroup with Isaac and the others Derek found he couldn’t help himself. He had to ask. Stiles snapped his attention to Derek. “About Kate. “I’m good with patterns,” Stiles began. My Empire of Dirt - notjustateaboy - Teen Wolf. My Empire of Dirt “Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier.” ― Kele Moon, Beyond Eden Week 1.
Turned tables - theseconstellations - Teen Wolf. Unlikely Team Up - shiny_glor_chan - Teen Wolf. Danny's harder to track down than Stiles hoped he'd be, he finally corners him in the music room as he's packing away his trumpet.
He looks up when Stiles closes the door behind him. Stiles steels himself and prepares to beg if need be to get this favor. “Stiles, what the hell?” Danny asks as he snaps his trumpet case shut, eying Stiles suspiciously. “I need a favor,” Stiles states, keeping his face as stoic as possible. So life has blessed you with a gift, boy - inquisitioned - Teen Wolf. "Is it true?
" It’s early on a Saturday morning when Derek gets a visitor at the loft. It’s not like he’s asleep—kept awake by old memories, if not by the way Peter looked at him like he was a thing of pity when he came back from the distillery. The story had to have come out to someone, and Derek can’t even bring himself to be angry; not even when it’s Stiles who comes to his door before the sun’s fully up.
He’s wearing track pants and a t-shirt and is drenched in sweat, like he’d run all the way here—absently, Derek recalls an overheard conversation about going for runs in the morning, and can’t imagine how much energy this kid must have without that—and he’s just staring at Derek with those huge brown eyes, determination in them, like he’d been considering coming over here to ask that the whole time.
It twists something old and familiar in his chest, and he lets out a deep sigh, turning out of the way to let Stiles come in. Smooches and Sammiches - Olor_et_Luna - Teen Wolf. Drive-Thru - Olor_et_Luna - Teen Wolf. “Are you alright?”
“Wha? Yeah, no, I’m just great, really.” This Might Help - Works. Oh i feel overjoyed when you listen to my words - inquisitioned - Teen Wolf. Guardians - popfly - Teen Wolf. He doesn’t speak when they come in, because there’s no point.
Years of police work teaches when to talk and when to keep your mouth shut and listen. This is definitely a listening moment. He listens as the woman - the thing, maybe, he’s not sure what she is - calling herself Ms. Blake drags Melissa across the floor, scrub-clad legs leaving trails in the dust and ash. Nothing You'll Miss - ScarlettWoman710 - Teen Wolf. “Well, technically speaking, the operation is brain damage, but it’s on par with a night of heavy drinking. Nothing you’ll miss.” - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind If Stiles wasn't constantly running for his life or trying to save someone else's, he probably would have thought about it a little more. It's just that he didn't have time to really sit down and think about how these little tidbits of Derek's life kept bubbling up from his subconscious.
There was always something else to occupy his focus - Heather, the other murders, Scott, Lydia, the Alpha pack. That, and it was easy enough to rationalize away these scraps of information as they came up in conversation. Strings of tension - Storynerd - Teen Wolf. This Might Help - littlelostcat - Teen Wolf. The Overlooked Coda - littlelostcat - Teen Wolf. He doesn’t know how long he’s up there before Peter comes to get him.
Yeah, Peter Hale is the one to pull him back from the edge. That is his where his life has gone. And that point is the literal edge, somehow he’d taken the few steps to the side of the roof and was looking down at the damage. “If you’re thinking of jumping,” Peter says from the doorway, “I would highly suggest not. Seen everything to see - starlight_sugar - Teen Wolf. Clouds - Chaney - Teen Wolf. John lay half on a cold cement floor and half slumped against a support beam in a dirty basement somewhere. He hadn’t been aware when the teacher had taken him. Jennifer Blake, he thought. Stiles’ teacher. One second they were in the classroom, the next he was waking up to the incoherent mutterings of a villainous monologue as he was being tied to a support beam.
Blake smirked at him with lips half-gone and white teeth shining in the bit of light from the door. He didn’t know where he was, what was happened, what on earth that woman had turned into.His mind spun thinking of all the creatures Stiles had been trying to tell him about. The basement was messy, cluttered with debris from something bigger he couldn’t see and covered in dust. He should have expected Stiles to be on the other side of the door when it burst inward and lit up the room just then.
"Dad! " He coughed on the dirty air and choked out, “Stiles! Stiles’ face came into focus in front of him. "I’m so sorry, dad. "I know. " Pulled Taut - Corpium - Teen Wolf. It's Not The Same - shiny_glor_chan - Teen Wolf. It all begins just like before, with birds crashing at her window. She has a class to teach and facade to uphold, but when the first bird crashes into the window, Jennifer flinches. She tells herself that it's not the same as last time; she's not dying this time, with her face slashed to ribbons because of trusting an alpha that turned on her and the pack.
It's not the same, she thinks as the birds break the glass, and her class starts to cower. She cowers as well, but by the end, after shielding one of her students from the attack, Jennifer wonders if she is putting on a show or if she's just as scared as the last time. The thought doesn't quite occur to her until she's sitting and staring at nothing when one of her students, Stilinski, awkwardly pulls a feather from hair.