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kaiden bailey. survival at any cost.

[kaiden-bailey]

rileylyon‌:

@kaiden-bailey​

Riley took a drag of her cigarette with narrowed eyes.  The focus of her annoyance was currently across the table, making eyes at some girl a few feet away.  They’d been sitting at lunch together for something like fifteen minutes and she wasn’t sure if Kaiden had heard a single word she’d said.  It felt like a waste of an oyster cracker, considering it was one of the few things Amelia was leaving her access to, but Riley was pretty sure the look on his face would be worth it, so she promptly threw it at Kaiden’s head.  “Oi! Have you heard a single word I’ve said to you, Bailey?”  

“Fuck!” Kaiden called out in surprise as the cracker flicked him against the side of the head; falling against the table in surprise as the chair he had been leaning back in wobbled fiercely. Cheeks blushing an embarrassing shade of red as the girl he had been eyeing began to laugh at him with her friends. “You’re throwing fuckin’ crackers at me now, Lyon? Seriously?” If it was anyone else that had done it, he was sure he would probably throw a fit - it wouldn’t be the first time he had stomped out of some place - but he couldn’t manage to do much more than roll his eyes at the blonde. Snatching the cigarette from her fingers to take a long drag, annoyed sigh leaving his lips in a curl of smoke before he continued. “You shouldn’t be smoking these.” 

[kaiden-bailey]

just letting everyone know that i’ll be dropping kaiden’s previous threads! they’re just way too emotionally heavy and i can’t deal with that rn lmao. message me if you want to start a new one though! <3 

[kaiden-bailey]

taintedmalia‌:

“What do you mean I need shoes?” Malia whines, looking past the person in front of her and into the fast food restaurant, the overly inviting smell of flash fried food filling her nostrils. She just can just imagine the feel of hot, greasy chicken sliding down her throat. Her stomach rumbles in absolute agony, but the employees rigid expression isn’t changing as he points to a sign hanging on the door. “No shoes, no shirt, no service,” he repeats. Malia dejectedly walks out of the restaurant, basically whimpering. Readjusting was hard. The hardest part, it seemed, was remembering to get fully and completely dressed before leaving home. She loiters in front of the restaurant on the busy sidewalk, waiting for someone to walk by close enough for her to get their attention. Her “excuse me”s go ignored by people hurriedly looking at the ground or at their phones rather than her. At this point she’s starving and desperate. “Hey!” She exclaims, maybe a little too aggressively, as she starts to follow the person walking by her. “Hey! I’m not homeless, I swear, I’m just looking for someone to go in and grab me some food. I even have the money!” She begs.

Kaiden had barely registered her voice at first - too focused on the $5 bill burning a hole through his pocket and the wild ache of hunger that ravaged through him - but he stopped in his tracks when he finally heard the girl trying to wave him down. Hand already pushing the door open when he looked over; eyes immediately going to her bare feet against the pavement. “Yeah, fine. As long as this isn’t some kind of fuckin’ trick.” Kaiden sighed after a moment, reaching his hand out for her money; fingers splayed out between them. “And maybe you should try delivery next time, huh? If you’re so homed. It might save you a little bit of fuckin’ trouble when you don’t feel like wearing your shoes on the street.” 

[kaiden-bailey]

Kitty had felt her stomach start to rumble and she groaned. The forest had been pretty sparse, animal wise, which meant she had to risk going into town to see what was around. A lot of the stores were closed, and she muttered under her breath, frustrated, instead turning towards the park. She had to hope there might be some half-finished food in the trash or something - it was a last resort, but she was desperate. 

Moving through the trees, she kept her eyes out for those around her. The park was pretty empty at least, so she didn’t have to risk anyone annoyingly trying to start a conversation. She caught the scent of meat, and zoned in on a trash can. She began to move out of the bushes towards it when she heard a voice, and she froze up. She caught the scent of blood on the other as well, and figured if they were going to hurt her, she had the upper hand.

“Good, the feelings mutual.” She shrugged, going to the trash can and looking in, biting back a smile. A half eaten sub sandwich, still wrapped up, and relatively fresh. “It’s not like I’m going to eat you, jeez.”

Kaiden could only stand his ground for a moment before he fell back against the bench behind him, all too aware of how pathetic it must look to barely even be able to support his own weight. Wincing harshly as he tried in vain to get comfortable once again. Maybe it was a bad idea to let his guard down so quickly - physically, of course - but Kaiden knew he was in no position to defend himself, anyway... and the brunette seemed harmless enough. Even if he knew looks could always be deceiving in a town like Beacon Hills. “Well, you never fuckin’ know around here, do you? Wouldn’t be the first time some idiot’s been eaten in this park.”  Kaiden just shrugged his shoulders, eyeing her carefully while she focused her sights on the trash can nearby. Feeling - could it really be sympathy? - for the hungry girl while she looked for her next meal. “You really going to go digging around in there?” He questioned, already kicking himself for what the fuck he was going to do next. Kicking his backpack toward her just as weakly as he had fallen back a moment before, “I’ve got food. Just don’t make me watch you eat trash - I’ve been through enough tonight already, huh?” 

[kaiden-bailey]

Riley had finally managed to sneak out of her window in a way that was more escape than fall.  She was pretty sure that if Aunt Amelia ever caught her she’d catch hell for it, but something about the stars and the night were just too tempting, and she had to get out of that damn house.  It felt better for some reason, choosing these night time walks rather than just waking up a few miles from her aunt’s house.  At least she’d have some semblance of control this way.  If she took a shortcut through the park, she’d be able to avoid some of the sketchier alleyways that her friends had repeatedly warned her against wandering down.  They’d also warned her about walking around at night, so she figured that she might as well try and heed one of the admonitions.  She ducked under a few tree branches, walking towards one of the street lamps that she could see over top of the leaves.  

The sudden shout in the darkness had Riley reeling backwards, nearly falling into a bush in her haste to stay in the shadows.  But after a few seconds her face lit up as she recognized Kaiden’s voice. “You should be afraid of me sir,” Riley began, grinning as she stepped into the light on the path, “I’m pretty sure y-” The blonde’s voice cut out as she forgot how to breathe.  For a second the banshee stood there, frozen as her eyes stayed stuck to the blood on her best friend’s face.  “Oh my god.”  Her voice cracked, and she sucked in a breath, and the world started moving again.  Riley’s feet carried her to his side, kneeling beside the bench before her mind had even decided to move closer.  “Kaiden what happened?  Who did this?  Are you okay? God, you’re not fucking okay, what happened?” She couldn’t seem to stop the words coming out of her mouth, each one beginning to catch on the heels of the one before it. “Kaiden,” she said again, her hands hovering half an inch above his arm, too afraid to touch.

As soon as he heard the unmistakable sound of Riley’s voice in the darkness, Kaiden knew he was in for fuck-all of a time trying to explain away the injuries across his face. Heart dropping - surprising him more than the presence of the only girl he could really call his friend - straight out of his fuckin’ chest  as the blonde came sharp-focused into his limited view through the swelling around his eye. A gruff “Riley,”  all that he could really manage to get out before letting himself fall back weakly against his home for the night. “It’s - it’s not as bad as it looks.” He knew it was a lie that she would never believe - she could see him, for christ’s sake - but what was he supposed to do? Kaiden had never had someone who cared enough to ask. He wasn’t sure how to tell the fuckin’ truth after hiding for so long. 

He let her questions hang between them, unanswered, for as long as he could before he couldn’t stand the pain blossoming in his chest. Watery eyes - fuckin’ watery eyes? Kaiden cursed himself for it - blinking up at Riley with a weak shrug. “You - You can touch me, Riley. I’m...” He almost considered insisting he was okay, but thought better of it in the moment. Swallowing nearly painfully as he shifted in his spot to make room for her. “I’m not gonna fuckin’ break. Think I proved that enough already tonight.” 

[skylcrfallon]

dovingmemes‌:

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[kaiden-bailey]

“Fuuuck me.” Kaiden hadn’t made it far from home, hobbling along the streets of Beacon Hills as far as his feet could take him before he couldn’t handle standing upright any longer. The boy collapsing back against a park bench with his arms clutched over his aching torso; dried blood that caked along his cheek making his face feel tight. As if his skin might crack open at the slightest movement.

He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong; not this time. Maybe he had looked at his father with resentment that had been a little too obvious -- taken a moment too long to get out of his god damn way. But either way, Kaiden had paid the price of the man’s anger, like he had countless times before. Doomed to a night of freezing weather as he was forced to try and get comfortable on the bench he had parked himself on for the night. He had nearly even fallen asleep - somehow - when he heard leaves rustling from a few feet away. Pushing past the pain to get to his feet as best and cursing himself for leaving his baseball bat - practically his best friend - back at home. “Who the fuck is out there!” Kaiden called out, struggling to squint through the darkness with his swollen eye, “I’m not afraid of you!”

[kaiden-bailey]

“I’m looking at the stars!” Riley huffed, feeling a little self conscious.  “For all that Beacon Hills totally sucks, there isn’t as much light pollution as a lot of the cities that I’ve been in.”  The blonde pulled at the crook of Kaiden’s elbow, pointing up.  “See! Lookit that.  It’s beautiful!”  Riley stared straight upwards, aware that she probably did look kind of silly.  She only stopped to glance back at him, make sure he was actually looking instead of just making fun of her. Once the banshee was pretty sure she was seconds away from getting a crick in her neck, she gave up on the stargazing.  “Aunt Amelia?” She grimaced.  “I mean… I don’t mind you asking.  She isn’t all bad anyway but- hey! We never talk about your family.  Tit for tat, bucko!  And then I’ll tell you anything you want about the lovely Amelia Lyon,” Riley wagered, kicking at the side of his shoe gently.   

“You’re looking to hurt yourself if you don’t start watching where you’re going, Blondie.” Not that Kaiden would let it happen. Eyes focused solely on her as she wandered her way down the block; the girl too focused to be bothered to notice his gaze. That was, until she looked back. Kaiden moving a bit too quickly to pretend like he hadn’t been staring. “We don’t talk about my family for a reason. Not like there’s much to say about ‘em.” He just shrugged, catching up to walk beside the girl; face cast in a hard expression to try and mask the turmoil bubbling inside of him at the mention of his family. “And tit for tat? You sound like somebody’s grandma. 

[kaiden-bailey]

Raising an eyebrow at him, she smiles when he laughs, a look of fondness momentarily appearing in her expression when he calls her ‘firecracker’ a nickname that her uncle used to call her because of how hyper she was as a kid. “I’m calm, cool, collected, alright? Hey, you seemed like you were just fine and dandy doing that, meanwhile, I can try to be nice and befriend others without wanting to fight them for only so long, it takes a lot outta me.” She points out. “Oh yeah, only my whole life, and you?”

“Calm, cool, and collected.” Kaiden just smirked a bit, leaning back into the booth behind him; the sound of the bustling diner around him sending tingles over his skin. “Could’ve fooled me.” He didn’t know the blonde very well - at all, actually - but he couldn’t help but want to tease her. Already feeling a little too comfortable at the table. “Same here. Beacon Hills, born and raised -- guess it makes sense why he both have some short fuckin’ tempers. This place has a way of beating the optimism clean out of you.”

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allyxargent‌:

“You really think we get any warning, of the things that happen in this town?” Allison asked, voice sharp.  God, what a fucking idea.  She couldn’t imagine the things that her pack could have stopped if they’d had any kind of warning it was going to happen.  No, they were flying in the damn dark too, except that they knew enough to know they had to protect everyone else.  “I’m plenty alive.  Definitely not too dead to kick your ass.”  She understood the frustration of not knowing, but she’d be damned if this kid was going to act like she was committing wrongs against this town, the place where she had died twice trying to save people she loved.  

“You may not get warnings of the fucked up shit that’s about to happen,” Kaiden bit right back at Allison; sharp voice competing with her own. “But we don’t even get fuckin’ explanations from you people when loved ones start dropping dead around us.” Not that Kaiden really had loved ones to speak of, but he had seen enough of his neighbors mourn friends and family while those in the know tried to hide things under the rug from the rest of them. As if being human was a good enough reason to leave the rest of them out of the know. “If you think I’m scared of getting my ass kicked, then think again. Dead or alive - if there’s one thing I know how to do it’s take a beating. Hit me with your best shot, Argent.” 

[kaiden-bailey]

Riley knocked her shoulder against his, packing a little bit of a punch into it so he’d accept the small bit of comfort she was trying to throw at him.  It was tempting to push that point but she was feeling generous, so the banshee let it slide.  She honest to god snorted at his last ditch attempt to seem all cool and indifferent.  Riley loved poking at that exterior until she could get past it, mostly through pure force of will.  “Yeah talking’s good.  Plans in this town usually get shot to hell anyways.”  The blonde grabbed the sleeve of Kaiden’s jacket so she could keep walking and look up at the stars without walking into anything.  “Anything on your mind in particular?”  She asked curiously.  It was sort of odd for Riley, to consider how much less open she was compared to a year ago.  Obviously she was better at talking about stuff than ‘Talk Or Some Shit’ over here, but it was harder than it used to be, more painful. In spite of that, there probably wasn’t much that Riley wouldn’t tell Kaiden if he wanted to know.  She looked back down from the sky to quirk an eyebrow at him.  “Or whatever?”

Kaiden just rolled his eyes at the way she laughed at him, sure that he should be annoyed - he was always fuckin’ annoyed - but all that the teenager could seem to do was grin as Riley trailed along next to him. Tugging on his sleeve, her warm fingers brushing his skin ever so lightly, as she kept her eyes on the stars above them rather than the sidewalk. “Yeah. I got a few things on my mind.” He said it before he could stop himself, heart stirring in his chest in a way he didn’t quite recognize. “--What the hell are you doing? For one?” Kaiden teased, covering himself before he could start thinking about Riley’s fucking hands again. “And for two... I dunno. You mind if I ask about that scary fuckin’ aunt of yours? She’s a real piece of work, huh?” 

[kaiden-bailey]

Nodding her head for a moment, she pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “I suppose it’s nice to meet you, Kaiden.” The teen muses with a light shrug, letting Melody cuddle into Rosie’s lap. She could practically feel the awkward tension coming off of him like a wave and it only made her eyebrows furrow together in confusion, she could try to continue to make conversation, but there wasn’t much she could do before giving up on talking overall. “My child? Yeah, she is, I’m a teen mom, big fucking whoop.”

Hearing the swear roll so easily from the lips of the blonde across from him just brought an amused smirk to Kaiden’s own expression. His eyes darting toward the kid for a moment before he broke out into laughter; shoulders moving in a slight shrug as he got comfortable in the booth. “Alright, firecracker, chill for a second. Just getting to know you - unless you’d rather I just sit here in fuckin’ silence?” Kaiden felt a little more at ease in that moment, lifting a brow toward Rosie. “I suppose it’s nice to meet you too. Been in Beacon Hills for long?” 

[kaiden-bailey]

“Rude!” She whined, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket as he mocked her.  “Werewolves are the ones who come with built in parkour skills, not banshees.  Clearly our supernatural study sessions have not been working.”  Riley huffed, stepping on the back of his shoe as revenge.  “In demand?? By who exactly.  I’m not sure who else is willing to put up with you.”  

Riley grinned in spite of herself, giving away the fondness that kept the snark from getting too mean.  She hardly had a plan for the night, but knew that any time spent with Kaiden would be far better than sleeping or sitting awake, guarded in case her aunt decided to come barging in.  If Amelia discovered her nighttime disappearance, Riley would face the consequences gladly.  “What’s the plan exactly, Mr. Time is Precious?”

“There are plenty of people who are willing to put up with me.” The lie rolled easily off his tongue, but he wasn’t sure that Riley would even begin to believe it. It hadn’t been long that they had been hanging around with each other - she sure as hell didn’t know anything about what he had going on at home - but it was safe to say that she knew more about him at this point than anyone... and she knew exactly how many friends he had to hang out with on a day to day basis. He just hoped she would let it go instead of delving deeper into the subject. The last thing he needed tonight was to be faced with just how fuckin’ lonely it got being him every single day. Kaiden could only shrug in the blonde’s direction after a few long moments, flicking his burnt out cigarette butt away from their path before lighting up a new one only second later. “Do we need a plan?” He questioned, face turned up toward the moonlight as he led their way through the streets of Beacon Hills. “Not like we ever stick to ‘em. Let’s just fuckin’ talk.” The boy caught himself before it was too late, fearing the response could be construed as something vulnerable before tacking a nonchalant “Or some shit.” Yeah, Kaiden. Much better. 

[kaiden-bailey]

Stiles knew that Kaiden had a point. Honestly, the weird shit wasn’t going away and Lydia was always going to be the most important thing in his life. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the screen for a moment before turning back to the younger guy. “I should,” he said after a moment. Stiles didn’t like when people called him out on the unhealthy things in his life. Sure, he didn’t mind being the one to do the calling out - but when it came to things, he was more worried about his friends than himself. Not all things, of course, but most. “I don’t want to worry Lydia…” Stiles stood up and then rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about the boy. “Besides, I do most of my…what did you call it? Weird detective work? I do that at home.” Stiles grinned as he leaned down to grab his phone from the desk. He turned towards Kaiden. “Hey, uh…do you want to come with me? I’ve got some leftovers in the fridge and a couch that’s pretty comfortable.”

Kaiden couldn’t help but be taken back - literally - at Stiles offer; flinching away from the kind words like they were cutting into his skin. “No, that’s... that’s okay.” He didn’t know how to respond in any other way to the offer, heart pounding in his chest just the slightest bit harder than it had been the moment before. It was hard enough to take advantage of the kindness that the Beacon Hills PD had given him; offering their lumpy couches and vending machines as his sanctuary for the night. Kaiden barely thought he deserved their help. How was he supposed to take Stiles up on an actual act of fuckin’ kindness? How pathetic was it that he didn’t even know how to say yes? “Wouldn’t want to be a fuckin’ bother, or anything. Besides, I’ll be fine here. There’s snacks... usually coffee in the morning. And the couch in your dad’s office isn’t so bad as long as I’m out of there before he gets in.”

[kaiden-bailey]

And you’re the one to decide what’s best to keep Beacon Hills safe?”  She questioned, not unkindly, as she moved slowly around him.  It was a point that she’d considered before, especially after witnessing the pain that Lydia went through being kept in the dark for too long.  Hell, she had been kept in the dark for too long.  It was what led to her being manipulated by Kate and Gerard, and she would give anything to have avoided that.  As much as the lies bothered her, Allison knew that the average person simply couldn’t deal with the truth about the supernatural.  People on this planet couldn’t even handle different races, let alone different species.  The huntress had seen first hand what happened when some people found out… The codes they broke… The lives they took.  She stopped for a moment, one hand resting the nearest building’s railing and had to swallow a laugh.  The kid had fire, alright.  He amused Allison for sure, but there was something there that she could maybe respect too.  “Guess I’m just out too, huh?” At least she wasn’t lurking in shadows half cocked with a bat on her shoulder.  Did he even know how to use that thing?

“I’m not deciding anything. But it seems like you guys are.” Kaiden just narrowed his eyes at the brunette, not missing the way she seemed to circle around him like prey. The annoyed breath he took hanging in the space between them like a physical sort of quotation - marking the moment with the suspicion he was sure they both felt. “See, I’m one of those poor idiots who just had to fend for themselves while the fuckin’ huntsmen were killing my neighbors. Not for nothing, but I have to say, some fuckin’ warning of what was to come might have been nice.” He just shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance of the tone Allison seemed to be creating. Like he was just some dumb kid with a baseball bat. “Whatever the fuck you say, zombie girl. I guess it checks out... The undead usually love lurking in the shadows, right?”

[kaiden-bailey]

“Could’ve fooled me.” Lydia quipped. Kaiden had obviously seemed very angry earlier but she also understood that fear manifested itself into funny ways. That was part of the reason that keeping the supernatural a secret was so important and she hoped that eventually Kaiden would be able to understand that. She would try to explain, perhaps, when he calmed down. “I can’t tell you whether or not to trust me.” The strawberry blonde shrugged her shoulders lightly. “You’re the only person who knows the answer to that.” She would not tell him what to do. If he decided that he wouldn’t trust her, that would be fine. Lydia knew in her heart that of course, she was trustworthy. But she couldn’t make that decision for Kaiden- he needed to realize it on his own. “But you do know that I’m only scary when I’m trying to get you to focus and study.” She smirked slightly. “I’m your tutor, Kaiden. I’m a person. A nineteen year old girl with a lot of weight on her shoulders that she never asked for. Nothing more, nothing less.” It was something Lydia hated, when people thought of her as more than a person. When they didn’t think she was human because she was a banshee or thought differently because she was involved in this world. Lydia didn’t want this, none of them did.

Kaiden was almost at a loss for words... almost. Eyes narrowed in her direction, with something that mirrored the suspicion he felt only moments before; but this time it was just the slightest bit softer around the edges. The teen trying to fight the prickling nerves that threatened to keep him angry as they pulsed beneath his skin. “You know you’re kidding yourself if you think that’s the only time you’re scary.” With the wrong inflection the words might have seemed just as accusatory as his previous statements, but the cadence of a joke played at his tone. A single eyebrow quirking in the strawberry blonde woman’s direction. Lydia was right. She had never done anything to hurt him... the only thing she was guilty of was hiding a part of her. Now it was a huge part -  a part of her that shook him to his core. But he would be a pretty big fucking hypocrite to hold her secret-keeping against her. “Look, Lydia. I’m sorry.” Kaiden shrugged after a few long moments, his voice gruff. Low, as he brought himself to apologize. “I’m fuckin’ sorry. This shit has just... got me feeling fuckin’ crazy lately, you know? Crazier than usual, at least.” 

[kaiden-bailey]

She notices the other’s body language and she’s unsure if they are hesitant or not, but an eyebrow raises as she blinks and shrugs, ready to agree in case they do say no and just walk off. “Positive, I hardly do this shit for people so either take this rare opportunity or walk away.” She suggests and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she goes back to paying Melody some attention for a moment as she places the toy on her little table, nodding at the other’s reply as she watches Melody smile. “Ewwo.” The toddler says as she opens her hand to try and wave and Rosie only laughs in response. “This is Melody, and I’m Rosie.”

“Whatever you say.” Kaiden just shrugged - he tried to warn her - before falling down into the booth across from her. A nervous grimace on his lips as his gaze turned toward the toddler trying to get his attention. He could only raise his hand in response, waving back. “I’m, uh... I’m Kaiden.” The teen said to both of them, not really sure which one he should look at as he spoke. His fingers thrumming against the surface of the table just to make the silent space between them a little less... awkward. Was he the only one that felt awkward? Probably. That’s usually how it worked when he was meeting new people. “Are you, um... is she - you know. Yours?”