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[leadersdontrun]

                                            1-800-SMCCALL

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He wanted to curl up in a ball and forget everything but he couldn’t. The tiredness was stuck in his bones and his heart. “Nah, we gotta…find out where the body went. Can you track it?” His attempt to avoid sleeping was weak at best. But expected of him. He hated doing anything that was because of his own vulnerability. At least he was warmer with how close Scott was. The natural chill was for the moment being battled by it. “I’m not sleeping, man.”

Scott had always comforted him. His arms were something Stiles could say was a safe space. Where vulnerability was allowed for the briefest of moments. “He wasn’t a chimera then. I don’t think he was. Which means that it was recent. You couldn’t have predicted this. I’ve got enough blood on my hands, Scott. A little more isn’t going to make much of a difference. He was a psycho, I’m glad it was me and not someone who doesn’t know how to defend themselves or my Dad.”

“I can try...” He murmured, shutting his eyes. He could faintly catch Donovan’s scent and his blood, slowly starting to walk out the door as he tracked it. Opening his eyes to cast a glance behind him at Stiles, adding, “I got it, but it’s no use if a car was involved. And you should try, you can’t avoid it forever, dude.” Scott remembered how bad it got before, to where his mom had to sedate him. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

He couldn’t agree or disagree entirely with the way his best friend saw things, choosing to remain quiet as he followed Donovan’s scent. There was one almost familiar attached, too much that he knew it had to be someone he knew, not Donovan himself. He couldn’t remember though, frowning. His face only fell more as they reached outside, trail leading them to the parking lot with a space that had clear skid marks on the pavement. “What do we do know?” He almost wished the school had video cameras so they could check the footage.

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Why was Scott here? They hadn’t been anything close to friends in a long time. Stiles did’t have anyone any more and he was used to it. Used to the silence of the loft and the feeling of pain. Was that sad? It felt sad. He could barely focus on it because Scott could see his bare chest and the multitude of scars that crisscrossed his pale skin. And the newer cuts and bruises. Along with the cut he had been stitching together.

“I’m not.” A lie despite the evidence around him that disproved it. “Not part of your pack. Just…” He didn’t know how to finish his own sentence. How could he explain this when he didn’t remember hearing Scott even acknowledge him in months.

“You didn’t have to come looking for me. I’m heading out anyway.” To find the final vampire and burn it’s asshole body to the ground. The longer it was out there the more danger everyone was in.

“Right, of course not. Not like the evidence against that is all over your body or anything.” Scott shook his head, arms crossing over his chest. “Did I ever say you weren’t?” He’d never say that or anything like it, but he knew he could share in the blame of the two of them not talking for so long. He wanted to believe though that if Stiles wasn’t with the pack, he’d be safe and away from all the trouble that befell Beacon Hills.

“So you’re not with us, but fighting anyways? Seriously, Stiles? Why do you think I haven’t talked to? To keep you away from all of this. To keep you safe. I failed when it came to Donovan, I didn’t want you to have to do something like that again.”

There were so many emotions going through the alpha, he shaked with it all, holding himself together just barely. “Don’t, stay here. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. You’re hurt. Don’t think I won’t call your dad right now.”

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Where the fuck was he? It was cold and he felt so alone. Was this hell? No, the voice had said he was the anchor of death. So he had to be where dead people were. But why? How the fuck had this happened and why was he dead again? WAS he dead again? He needed some answers but first he had to find his way back home. Back to Scott and his Dad.

His chest felt warm. It pulled him towards the fog and he walked with it guiding him. How else was he supposed to leave. The further he walked, the more he felt like he was getting closer to home. He could feel something pressing on his chest. Chest compressions. Scott was trying to start his heart. The voice slipped in next. He was TRYING.

Finally, he felt the last tendrils of the fog clear and his heart and breathing started as one. A giant gasp had his lungs workings and his heart beat fast. Everything hurt and he was so disorientated. Wasn’t he sat up before? His chest hurt and he wondered how much time he’d been out for Scott to start chest compressions.

“S-Scott?” His voice was so soft and so confused. Even though he knew more than Scott, that didn’t mean he understood it. “I’m okay.” He reassured his best friend straight away. “I’m okay.”

Worry started to settle in him when Stiles didn’t make any sings of life, he was about to call Stiles dad when everything happened all at once. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so relieved, gasping along with the other. “Oh my god, Stiles... what the hell? I thought I lost you, you weren’t breathing and you had no heartbeat.”

He didn’t have a clue to what had happened, not that he had much time after he’d been spurred into action to try and save his best friend. He patted the other’s shoulder, trying to get him to sit up more. “Yeah, buddy. It’s me, you okay? Do you need me to get you water or something? Should I call your dad?”

A frown etched itself onto his features, immediately responding with,” You weren’t okay a second ago. You were dead. What happened?” His voice was flat, wanting to know exactly what had happened. Scott pushed all other emotions to the side for now, needing to know the answer to why he’d just seen his best friend die.

He wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with why he came back to life in the first place, if maybe Stiles’ time here was limited. It scared him and he knew they’d have to dig for answers sooner than later.

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volatilehearted:

“See? See? I told you that you weren’t gonna regret it. I bet you thought I was gonna pee on it. But I didn’t. I made a moat, ‘cause it was missing a moat. Was I wrong?” Stiles is altogether too proud of himself, too gleefully willing to express that by scolding Scott for this doubts in the most unsubtle way possible. It’s been their dynamic for approximately forever, so Stiles apparently feels it would be a shame to disrupt that now.

He looks back down at the sandcastle, after Scott’s taken several pictures, and puffs his shoulders back a little, proud of himself. “It does look pretty good, huh. We should celebrate. You wanna get some ice cream to celebrate?”

Scott takes the scolding in stride, well, in stride with a look. It’s easily given away to a grin though as he shakes his head, breathing in relief that his sandcastle is in near perfect condition. “I feel like I should say something about how you’re literally proud of yourself for not peeing on something, but I think I’ll let you have this one.” He tries to make up pointing it out by winking at his best friend.

He holds back a laugh as he catches Stiles, gesturing toward the castle with his free hand. “You want to take a picture with it?” Scott drops his arm at the mention of ice cream though, brown eyes lighting up. “Yes, that shouldn’t even be a question. Okay, pictures because you know my mom’s going to want to see them and then lots of ice cream to celebrate the best sandcastle ever. Or second best since our first one brought us together.”

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notthescarsyoucansee:

“Scott–I–just–”  Words don’t come easily through the wheezing laughter.  For five years, they’ve done this.  Anna has dodged his mother in every way conceivable and done a pretty decent job of it.  Until this very morning.  When she accidentally answered his phone without thinking.  “Okay, okay–listen–”  A deep inhale to stop the laughter for a second.  “Your mother isn’t stupid.  She has to know something is up.”  Settling next to him, she reaches out, brushes fingers through his hair.  While it’s funny to her, she understands that it’s harder for Scott.  He has family.  “If your mom wants us to have another wedding, we’ll have another wedding.  After all, our first one wasn’t exactly perfect.”  

Scott is trying so hard not to grin, but he can feel the familiar stretch on his face giving him away. The other’s laughter is infectious though and he has to lean over to kiss her, smiling softer as he pulls back. “Five years married and I can’t believe you’re laughing at me.” He honestly wouldn’t have it any other way, or at least would like to have it so his mother knew. "You got me there,” he admits, for the past two years he’s had to avoid his mom setting him up. It was almost like she was trying to get him to admit why he couldn’t at this point. Scott leans into that touch, turning his head to kiss her palm. “I know, a do-over would be really nice. I guess we can tell her, it’s about time. I don’t think we could’ve made it another year.”

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hastodosomething:

“But still, he has a key though right? He wouldn’t make this much noise breaking into the house without at least calling out and telling us who he is??” If Stiles is breaking into the house though, man, Savannah might actually hit him over the head with the bat herself. Okay, at least in the stomach or maybe just hit him in the ass. If he put them through all this grief though, she’ll knock some sense into him somehow.

Needless to say, Savannah actually usually is not a very violent person. She’s just irritated at being woken up.

“Dude, if it’s not supernatural, then you flash your eyes, scare the SHIT out of them, and they leave and they’ll never come back. It would be perfect.”

She turns really quiet though the moment they make it to the stairs, walking carefully and slowly, trying hard not to make anything creak. There’s another noise in the kitchen and without even really thinking she pushes the bat into Scott’s hands.

Okay - he can fight the thing.

“I don’t know, I don’t think he’s made copies since the last time mom changed the locks,” he muses. “But yeah, I feel like even with this amount of noise, he would’ve made some kind of sound to let us know it was him.” That dropped down their list of suspects, no one else they knew could be making the amount of racket. Scott listens, really listens and frowns when he hears a fast heartbeat. Too fast for a human, unless they were on something or terrified.

It was almost familiar though, like if he’d heard it before. He stays quiet, listening and trying to focus. What was it?

“Yeah, right. What if they had a gun? I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s not human, but still. That’s definitely not a good idea.”

He shakes his head, continuing to walk down the stairs. It’s not until he clears them that Savannah is thrusting the bat into his hands and he gives her a look. He's about to roll his eyes when he remembers, groaning. “Oh my god.” He marches into the kitchen, turning on all the lights. Scott actually dives under one of the chairs, exclaiming, “Got you!” He crawls backwards, grinning up at the other with a rabbit in his hands.

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bravehearted:

         The man is caught off guard when the other notices him, smile gracefully dancing over his features just as delicately as his fingers strum along to the song; picking out melodies with every flicker of his digit from one string to another. And then the instrument is abandoned and he wields their daughter instead and his own grin is replaced with bashful laughter, head shaking until it isn’t and he’s resting his temple against the door frame. Taking in every giggle and every smile like he could never get enough and he was certain he wouldn’t. He would drown so willingly from the love and adoration that naturally poured from his two greatest gifts and he’s stunned, even now, how he could have gotten this lucky. And enough is enough, his restraint is forgotten as he’s crossing the room to where his two loves were; fingers knotting in his husband’s hair as he brushes his lips against their daughter’s forehead as he hummed along like he knew the song Scott was singing. 

        Scott leans into the touch as he keeps singing, watching his beloved kiss their daughter’s forehead. Sometimes he couldn’t believe this was his life, after everything, this is how it ended up. He wouldn’t trade any of it for the world though. He loved the two of them more than anyone or anything. He met Isaac’s eyes, shooting him a look because while their child might’ve been fooled, Scott knew he had no idea what song he was singing. He cracks a grin, finishing up the song before kissing the girl’s temple and reaching out to find Isaac’s hand to squeeze. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He went around the bed, tugging Isaac out of the room and stifling laughter. Once he has the door closed, he’s smiling up at him and pulling Isaac down for a kiss. “I love you,” he breathes, lips brushing his still. Scott can’t find it in himself to pull away too much, wanting to keep his husband as close as possible. “I love you even if you had no idea what I was singing back there.” @fightbehavior​

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Why did everything screw up so easily? How the hell had someone managed to wreck them both? He had been dead. Someone had messed him up so much his heart had stopped and Scott had killed when before he’d been against it. He had no idea what was going on but for now he wasn’t going to question it.

Sooner or later, they’d work it out. The supernatural element of this town tended not to hide from them. It was in your face and rude.

“How did you work it out? That he was evil, I mean? I only found the fake signature from his parents. What did he do?” Stiles was slowly piecing everything together. “Now you see why I did it. Trust in anyone other than pack is overrated.”

“Okay.” He let it go for now. They would talk more later. A bitter but resigned smile crossed his face. “Some people are beyond saving. Especially those being attacked by psycho chimera.” He didn’t blame Scott and hoped he smelt it.

Skinwalkers didn’t sound normal or good but if they helped, they helped. “I guess if we don’t hear anything in a while, we can go hunting for them.” He would help Scott find Kira if it got him to smile.

Stiles stripped in the hallway and went upstairs to shower. The warm water warmed his skin and he felt better than he had in a long time. On account of being dead. He probably stood there for ten minutes to absorb the feeling. Once he finally scraped the blood and dirt off his skin he changed into a pair of jeans, a random green shirt and his favorite thing that Scott owned. Scott’s red hoodie that he had stolen a lot.

Scott had a lot of questions, but he saved them for later. He was going to figure this out. For now though, he was going to have to deal with the fact that his best friend was back from the dead. He wasn’t sure how he was going to break it to the pack, how they’d deal with it when he wasn’t even sure how he was.

At least he knew that if the supernatural was behind this, it’d make itself known sooner or later. If there was someone behind it, well he counted on the same thing. Nothing ever stayed quiet in Beacon Hills.

“I don’t know if he ever was evil, the Dread Doctors have been manipulating him since he was a kid. That didn’t matter though, what mattered is that Donovan got the idea of killing you from him. After that, it was only a matter of time till we got him,” he answered, shrugging. He pursed his lips, nodding. It was easier to close back off now that they weren’t touching.

He mirrored the other’s bitter smile. “Yeah, I know.” It was a hard truth he learned without the other around, which was almost comical in the sense that Stiles had been the one pushing that truth when he was alive. He didn’t care that the other didn’t blame him, he blamed himself enough for it.

A firm nod and his smile vanished. “We’re already working on a plan, if they’re not helping her and just keeping her trapped there, well...” He shrugged before continuing, “we need to know how to kill them so we’re finding that out how to do that first.”

He got everything he wanted before cleaning up the front room, then started to get rid of all tracks leading up to his room. He did it all before Stiles was even done with his shower. Scott made sure to take the filthy discarded clothes and bag them up, even Stiles’ shoes. He was sure he still had an old pair the other could use in his closet. He sat on the bench by the foot of his bed, waiting afterwards. “Better?”

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The voices were getting too much for him. Usually it was a quiet voice in the back of his head. A whisper. Come to the nemeton. Even though it hid, Stiles often found it without any difficulty. But he’d never touched it. Never had he followed the voices to that extent. But since the dread doctors, the voice had gotten louder. More insistent. Finally, he’d given up fighting it. If it got the voice to shut up, he’d touch the freaking stump.

His fingers had brushed the wood and he’d spent ten minutes in a weird vision before collapsing against the stump, too tired to do anything. So he pulled out his phone. From what he’d just been told and shown, he was more than fucked. “Scott?” He knew it was 2am but he also knew that Scott would come get him. “I’m at the nemeton, I’ll explain later. Can you come pick me up? Just find the Jeep and my scent.”

Scott groaned, wanted to ignore the ringing phone and go right back to sleep. He knew if it was Stiles though, he’d just call back, whether the news was good or not. He listened as he picked up, small frown on his face, but agreeing to go get him as he got out of bed. Then he was murmuring a goodbye and getting ready quickly. He left through his window, hesitating before going on foot instead.

If the jeep was out there, he could drive it back instead of having to leave his bike. It took some time, but eventually he found the blue jeep. Thankfully by now, Scott didn’t need anything from his best friend to catch his scent, finding it and following it easily. He traced it, hurrying the more the other’s scent strengthened until he was seeing him standing next to the giant stump. “Dude, what are you doing out here?”

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He jumped as the pill bottle was removed from his hands. A momentary delusional slip. It happened. He wasn’t getting worse again. He WASN’T. He’d take his meds and be okay again. The teen couldn’t handle another stay in eichen. Despite his denial that Scott had opened the bottle, he shook out his regular dosage and swallowed them dry.

“Not real. It’s not real.” He repeated to himself. “He’s dead. He’s not there. It’s not real. You’re in your home, alone.” He rubbed a hand over his face to try and remove the tears that were dribbling down his cheeks in a steady stream. “Remember what Dr. Morell said. Count your fingers.” Was talking to yourself normal? It was the closest he could get right now. 

Slowly he counted his fingers and he got to ten but Scott was still there. He blinked and  his eyes were huge. “You’re…You DIED.”

Scott waited, let the other freak out about this. After dying, he could afford to be patient. He wanted to know what happened, do something, but at this point he was sure it’d cause more harm than good. He pursed his lips, standing still as the other counted his fingers and realized he wasn’t some part of a dream.

“I know,” he breathed, shifting the weight on his feet before rocking back on his heels. “But I’m here, I don’t know when or why, but I’m here.” He held his arms out, glancing around. “I’m alive at least I think I am. I can touch things, I’m breathing, I have a freakin’ pulse, Stiles.” He held his hand out, hesitating before taking it and putting it on his chest, over his heart.

“Don’t... don’t freak out again, okay? I don’t know what I’ve missed, but uh, I’m guessing it’s a lot? I’m sorry.”

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The feeling of dying was still new even if he’d technically died a lot. Each time felt like the first. And Scott had to hear it. Had to feel his best friend die in order to bring him back to do it all over again. A cycle of pain and death that Stiles had wanted to try sparing his best friend from. But he couldn’t. Not without being trapped on the other side.

A few minutes. He’d gone so far into the other side that it had taken that long to follow Scott’s anchoring back to the shore of life. Even now, Stiles couldn’t deny Scott anything and let him curl tighter into him. “O-Okay.” His voice caught as hot tears made a home within his eyes but he refused to let them fall. Getting trapped scared him but making Scott feel bad made him feel worse. It was too much.

At this point, Scott wasn’t sure why Stiles was trying to spare him from this. It was no more than he deserved and if the alternative was the other being stuck on the other side, it was really a no brainer to him. “Good,” he mumbled, squeezing him a little tighter. He didn’t pull away, knowing the other was always cold and he was like his very own space heater.

“If you get stuck and we can’t bring you back, if it’s something that coulda easily been prevented like that, Stiles...” He shook his head, it would be worse. It wasn’t something he was sure he could handle again. Scott needed the other to live, at least until he was an old man. He didn’t want to live in a world where that didn’t happen, where the two of them didn’t make it. After the past year, it wasn’t something he could live through again.

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frenchones:

“That guy could literally play anyone, I swear. I watched two of his movies once and barely realized it was the same person in both,” she commented with a little bit of awe, watching the screen. Channing Tatum wasn’t bad, all things considered – a little stupid looking, but with enough thick muscle to make up for it.

It was a nice, relaxing thing – being able to watch a movie with Scott without the stress of the outside world. They could laugh and chill out on the couch, eat food, throw snacks at each other’s heads ( it’s an inevitability; they at least clean up after themselves ) and generally feel good. The only times that are better are when they’re able to get the entire pack into one room. When luck’s on their side and everyone can agree on a movie, that is.

“I don’t understand how anyone believes THEY are teenagers. I’d be able to spot ‘em a mile off.”

“You’re not wrong,” he agrees, laughing a little. ”Oh my god, which movie? And you know he’s in this one, right? He was in like, the original TV series, I guess. It’s just a small cameo though, but it’s cool.” While Scott hadn’t ever watched the late show, he knew about it from his mother. She’d watched it.

And even if he’d watched this movie before, it was still funny to him. He still had a good time right now watching it with Malia and forgetting all about everything else, whether supernatural or just school related. It didn’t matter if the ice cream had gotten a little melted, it was perfect to him. Scott also made pizza rolls, thankful the two of them didn’t have to really work out or get stomachaches. He was pretty sure it came close though.

“Hey, people like that are always playing teenagers. It’s the only way they all blend, if they actually used teenagers, they couldn’t.”

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baywindowedarchive:

                                                 YOU’VE NEVER BEEN  camping before ,  but this seemed like a fun activity to do before your senior year ;  something to put on your college apps ,  and who knows ,  maybe you’d end up living in cali next fall rather than your home of new york.   when a hand touches you ,  you turn around ,  seeing what you can only assume is another counselor .   ‘   really ? ?   it’s mine too actually ,  but i already signed in ,  got here kind of early ,  follow me !   ’   there you go rambling ,  oops .   ‘   i’m riley matthews ,  by the way ,  my name will be the one with the smiley face by it .   ’

                                                SO FAR SO GOOD.  it’s actually kind of nice ,  the fresh air and all the trees .  scott’s backpack is slung over his shoulder and he grips it as he smiles at riley .  he’s glad to hear he’s not the only new counselor this year and thankful for the help .  ‘   oh my god ,  i was hoping i wasn’t the only new one !   ’   he wonders if he’s made a poor choice in not getting here sooner .  ‘   scott  mccall ,  uh -  no smiley face .  so how’d you hear about this ?  ’  he asks ,  curiosity lacing his voice .

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“No problem,” she responded before sliding in closer to him, her lips indeed finding the expanse of Scott’s neck and lightly nipping there, pressing occasional kisses down the length. They’re just dancing, but it felt so warm and almost intimate – the perfect experience for the club, honestly. A place where they could both forget every trouble and surrender to the music. Her hips worked against his more and her hands slipped up and down his chest then back, feeling his muscles.

Scott knew they were probably putting on a show for the customers, but he wasn’t too bothered by it. The both of them were dancing for themselves and that’s all that mattered to him. He let the music move through him, hips rolling along to the beat. He let his hands move, encouraged by her own and he slipped a leg between hers. Scott pulled her closer, hands drifting down to her ass as he let his head dip down to find her lips. He kissed her for a moment before he pressed more kisses down her jaw, trailing them further down.

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Stiles didn’t WANT to come back. He’d left to hide from everything and try and process all the feelings that were flooding him. But he still felt wrong. Everything was still wrong. And Scott, as far as he knew, still had no idea what had happened with Donovan. Not unless Theo had gloated about the true reason. He thought briefly about ignoring the text but his fingers had already typed out a reply before he could tell them not to.

( text ;; Scott ) I don’t need to do shit, Scott. ( text ;; Scott ) I said I was fine.

If Scott was being honest, he didn’t want Stiles to come back either. But things weren’t finished yet and he needed all the help he could get. Going so far as to get Liam and Mason involved so they could venture to New Mexico to get Kira back. She was the one that was able to finally get to Malia. Now all they needed was Stiles. The other’s anger was enough to bring up his own and he typed back furiously.

( text ;; Stiles ) You need to get here now. ( text ;; Stiles ) Because maybe you’re fine, but we’re Lydia’s not. ( text ;; Stiles ) If we don’t get her out of Eichen, she’s going to die and take a good chunk of Beacon Hills with her.

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“He won’t.” The fox chuckled darkly. “He doesn’t know what order his memories come in. What some of them mean. He has the puzzle pieces but no edges to work out what the puzzle is. I’ll give him the edges that will fit.” That didn’t mean that they would be at all true but his host didn’t know enough to work that out. He laughed and grabbed one of Scott’s arms, bending it to force Scott’s body downwards or break his arm. “You think I would let him watch so easily without editing things? That won’t make it past the censor.”

“He will,” he growled, eyes burning brighter. Scott roared as the other broke his arm, but he tugged on it and forced the other’s arm to bend down. He didn’t hesitate as he let his fangs drop and bite the other’s arm. The alpha laughed as he pulled away, blood dripping down his mouth. “And you’ll just go back to being another bad memory.” He wasn’t sure if Stiles would ever forgive him for this, but he had to do it before he missed his chance. He knew he wouldn’t get another one after this.