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Hi I’m Noodle. This is my blog for Eli Hale from the Teen Wolf movie. I’m over 25 and have been on tumblr for *embarrassed mumble* number of years. Below you’ll find my links.
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"Your dad is a party pooper." Peter spoke, sliding the food closer to his great-nephew. "Don't worry about him. You're a growing boy and you need to eat. So, eat." Peter grins at him.
"Pretty sure he also doesn't like you talking like that about him," Eli pointed out. He didn't always get it, dad said things like when you're older and crap like that when he asked about the tension. He took the plate a bit, holding it steady. "Why are you being nice?"
"If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need. Not all this "how did you get into my house" business."
"Can I say dad wouldn't like this? Cause I'm pretty sure if he was here right now he'd be all, I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth and make me go away."
Braeden reached over and pinched his cheek in an entirely exaggerated motion as she told him “You are a nugget, my Nugget. Even if there wasn't paperwork, which there is, do you really think I'd let Scott decide what was happening with you?” The only person she would listen to an opinion about this from was Eli, Derek hadn't exactly had a will but it wasn't like they hadn't talked about it before.
He groaned, rolling his eyes with a big dramatic motion as she reached out and took his cheek. He was way, way, way to old for this and they had important things going on! Like, his life was on the line here. "How can you stop Scott? Like, he's talking about getting a pet dog here, he's got... plans or something."
“I was referring more to how irresponsible i am, but yeah let's go with that.” At the question Malia shrugged, really what other options were there? “I mean, the Sheriff probably didn't want to get in the middle of pack politics. The only other real option was Cora, and unless you want to move to South America...”
"I was trying to be funny," Eli huffed a bit, looking away. So she was irresponsible! He didn't care. She could be a bit irresponsible. He was fifteen, she didn't have to worry about accidentally leaving him in the car. "I can pour my own cereal in the morning, you know. You wouldn't even have to notice I was there."
"Scott has this problem with pretty woman, they scramble his brain and cause him to make stupid decisions. Like moving kids in with woman who tried to kill them.” It wasn't entirely fair seeing as Allison had been dead for so long, of course seeing her again was going to make Scott act stupid. But he was still going to hold it against him.
“I mean it's not like I didn't visit before, just... A little more permanent for a while.” hopefully not to long, hopefully he could get Eli through school and off the college in the normal amount of year. But remembering his own senior year, not to mention the rest of high school...the hope was waning.
"I thought we were supposed to grow out of being dumb with pretty women," Eli said. His eyebrows quirked a bit, watching the windstorm that was Stiles.
"I know you visit," Eli started. The Sheriff would always talk about it, and dad would act like it was such a hassle for Stiles to come, still annoyed about some thing or the other, maybe the whole he was too chicken to cut my arm off would come up as a way to remind Eli to never get caught by hunters. It was a whole thing. "Where are you... what's the whole living situation going to be?"
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“Your alpha has no power over me Nugget, or the legal decisions of the court system. So you are now my responsibility in the eyes of the law, because I wanted you to be my responsibility. Like hell am I letting you live with a hunter who's barely got her head on straight after coming back from the dead brainwashed.”
"I'm not a nugget," Eli groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he pressed his forehead into his lacrosse stick. Packing. He was supposed to be packing, that's what everyone said, so he could move into Scott's dumb apartment with Scott's dumb girlfriend and their dumb freaking everything. He glanced over to Braeden. "There's papers that say I stay with you now?"
“We are definitely not related to Stiles.” that was way to immediate of a response and Malia knew it, but she pushed past that and continued talking in an attempt to avoid questions. “Yeah, that sounds like Stiles. And your living with him because I'm not the role model type, and Peter is an even worse option.”
"I thought I was too old to qualify under coyotes eat their young," Eli retorted. He understood why he couldn't live with Gruncle Peter. The man was never invited over and kept showing up anyway, and dad always snarked about the dirt under his claws being blood. "Fine. You two are out. So why Stiles? Out of all the people!"
“I meant being annoying, point made and proven.” Malia said with a roll of her eyes, the thought had crossed her mind more than once that maybe she should act more like a role model should with Eli.
But then again who would ever expected her to? Certainly not Scott or Stiles, speaking of. “So, how's living with Stiles going? You guys driving each other nuts yet?” Absolutely was not trying to get info about the guy she's never gotten over from her basically nephew because that would be weird, just...asking how he was doing.
"Are we sure Stiles isn't family? Because he is also very annoying," Eli pointed out. "He talked for, like, ten minutes about how the sheriff can't have curly fries and somehow they're worse than the normal ones, and I don't even know. So yes. We're both up the wall. Why am I even living with him?"
"That's like asking me to stop breathing, I can't just not smell things Eli. It's kind of a reflex." She got the point though, it probably did seem like an invasion of privacy to someone who couldn't quite reach their wolf side till recently. "It's a family trait, unfortunately for you."
"I'm not asking you to stop breathing, I'm asking you to not... study me when you inhale," Eli protested. "I don't know what you're talking about, I don't go around sniffing people."
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@teenwolfmultibitches asked: "I know how it feels to be so afraid you're scared to even breathe." -Stiles
"How would you know what it's actually like?" Eli scoffed at that. He had shifted once, once in his life. And his dad died. And an evil, gross, moldy demon came back. And just so many things went wrong so quickly, that he didn't want to think about it. "Liam once told me that during a full moon, he ended up running through the streets naked. People saw things."
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"Who told you it wasn't that bad?"
"Who told you that?"
"I'll fight anyone who says otherwise."
"Yeah, well, news flash: it fucked you up. I can tell."
"It's okay to have shit that fucks you up, you know."
"Ohhhh noooo, you're feeling an emotion."
"God forbid something hurts and you do something about it."
"That's trauma for you."
"Get angry about it."
"I don't know. I expected you to feel something."
"In case it escaped your notice, I care about you!"
"Do you have a death wish?"
"And you decided you were going to stoically suffer in silence and not tell anyone?"
"Got some 'main character syndrome' in you, huh?"
"We're meant to be a team!"
"Then they can go to hell! They don't tell us what we're capable of."
"I'm going to try. I don't care whether you're gonna try with me but I hope you do."
"We've seen worse odds."
"What did you expect? Me to stand there and do nothing?"
"Oh, you have trauma? I didn't notice."
"Oh, grow! Up!"
"I can literally smell how exhausted you are right now Eli. And lucky for you, you have a bed. You don't have to find a cold dark cave to sleep in, so are you going or am I going to have to drag you there? Because I'm not gonna deal with having to call any of the others right now so those are your only 2 options."
"Stop smelling me!" Eli protested. He rubbed a hand against his chest, smooshing the fabric of his tee. It didn't accomplish much, but sometimes being started sniffing and it felt weird. "Ugh. You're so annoying sometimes, Aunt Malia."
"It was definitely sometime in between before I called dibs and after, and you might be a person but you're a kid so someone has to call dibs and if the only one trying is living with a lady who tried to kill you I figured the only responsible option was to beat him to the dibs. You follow? Great!" He didn't bother waiting for an answer, already trying to mentally figure out the logistics of all of this.
"For now, we're going to get my crap straightened out well I try to figure out how I'm gonna manage to convince my bosses to let me station outta Beacon for at least the next year or 2." Did he want to be back in the town of supernatural craziness? No. He'd almost died enough times thank you very much, but he wasn't just gonna rip Eli away from his home right after his Dad died. Unless he implied he wanted a change of scenery.
"That answers no questions," Eli retorted, shaking his head. It was weird, he was flabbergasted. Dad told him Stiles could be like this, but being confronted was a bit different. "Isn't Scott the Alpha? Is he not responsible? What's going on?"
He figured Allison wasn't very responsible. Her arrowheads were not clean, and he knew that one for a fact. And sure, that was on purpose, but he was still going to hold it against her.
"So you're moving here? Just like that?" Eli asked. He was following Stiles around like a confused duckling, but he really felt like one. "Moving... where, exactly?"
@teenwolfmultibitches asked: “I mean, I called dibs Scott can't really say no to that. Would you rather live with the lady who tried to kill you? Cause that can still be arranged.” -Stiles yolo
"When did you call dibs? You weren't even here. And I'm a person who said you can call dibs? This is why dad should've had a will, where am I going?" Eli protested. There was a whole lot going on. Too much, in fact, too much was happening and he still just wanted to lie in bed and cry. "No! I think she's half crazy!"