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ind allison.      dash only.      read.

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BUT  I’M  BETTER  WITH  A  SWORD.      ━━━━━      IND  KIRA  YUKIMURA.    DASH  ONLY.

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                                      hevolves  //  written by amparo  //  derek hale

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WE  ARE  THE  RECKLESS    ╱    WE  ARE  THE  WILD  YOUTH    ╱    CHASING  VISIONS  OF  OUR  FUTURES    ╱    ONE  DAY  WE'LL  REVEAL  THE  TRUTH    ╱    THAT  ONE  WILL  DIE  BEFORE  (S)HE  GETS  THERE.                 IND  SCOTT  M.    STILES  S    &   ALLISON  A.

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WAKE UP? | #eatpanic. stiles stilinski. previously postvoided. written by angela. art.

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&    STILES  S.      EATPANIC.

she tells him it’s not his fault,     and he wants desperately to believe her;    he’d probably sleep a little better at night if he did.    but the nervous way his leg bounces,    sneaker tapping on the linoleum,    gives him away.    guilt makes me nervous.    right now,   he’s feeling pretty nervous.    

“  i know,  ”   stiles says anyway;    wringing his hands together,    elbows resting on his knees.   glances up at her again,     amber gaze cast upwards.    “  you’re alive,    and—–  ”    he swallows.   “ and it’s gone.   it just feels like i should say sorry.   sorry that i didn’t…     fight it harder.   sorry it took this long for me to come here.   just—    sorry. ”

                   and if they won,    if the nogitsune truly is trapped and hidden away;    out of sight,    out of mind———     then why doesn’t it feel like it?    why does it still hurt?    a bone-deep ache that won’t go away;     a violent need to make up for something,   for everything.    he tells them he’s getting better,   that he is better,    but it’s only gotten worse in other ways.   maybe it—we,    his mind supplies unhelpfully—did win.

                         she wants to get out of this bed.  is already imagining herself ripping the iv from her arm and pushing through her pain to get to him. whether or not she’d make it is her only concern. but the urge to nurture is overwhelming   /   she could drown in her desire to make things right.    (   still,  there was no going back to the way things were  —  that’s why she stays put.   )    sits up more against her pillows and suppresses a wince.

it’s when he’s not looking that she reaches for him,  only to fall short.  and her hand is back at her side in the blink of an eye.    “  don’t be.  don’t be sorry for what it did.  ”    she could rationalize that it could have been any of them.    (   but she knows the odds   /   knows that the nogitsune only had a choice between her,  or stiles.   )    had it been the former  —  no.

               she won’t buy into more what if’s.  they had their outcome:  they had their win.    “  i’m telling you not to be.  if you still want me to accept your apology,  i will  —  i do.  but i’d do this again.  ”    and with no hesitation.  she might as well draw attention to it;  glances to where blood once flowed freely.  where she’d have herself a lasting scar.  a reminder.    “  just  —  don’t leave.  ”

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&    DEREK  H.      HEVOLVES.

                        he stills, but only for a second.    “  i’m not being difficult,  i’m being practical.  we don’t have time for this,  allison.  i’ll heal.  we need to get away from here before these men wake up.  ”    he’s already moving away,  hand held to where he was shot.  he goes down to a knee though,  only now realizing the bullet wasn’t just a regular bullet.

                         staying here wasn’t the best course of action,  but it was necessary.  would be now,  seeing the werewolf forced to take a knee.  now isn’t the time for an i-told-you-so.  especially not when the bullet he took was intended for her.  without her grandfather,  the argent name meant nothing to hunters like these.    “  then you’re not going to like this even more.  ”    allison knew they had time before any of the hunters came-to.    (   they effectively saw to that.   )    the appearance of a dagger goes to show that this isn’t the first time that she’s had to dig a bullet out of one of her friends.    “  think you can handle waiting long enough for me to help you with that?  ”    blade low,  pointed to his side as she rests her hand on his shoulder.  he’s going to have to be.

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hi your allison is beautiful bye

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                         they’re a tumultuous pair.  always have been   /   there’s no doubt that they always will be.  she’s right to err on the side of caution when approaching him.  he might not want her help now,  but she’s here to give it. derek hale couldn’t be rid of her,  even if he tried.    “  will you stop being difficult for a minute?  just long enough so i can clean you up?  ”

@hevolves​.     ♡     didn’t ask for it,  but is getting it anyways.

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&    STILES  S.      EATPANIC.

“  i wanted to come before,    just —  ”     he glances up from where he’d been looking at his hands,    wringing and clutching together like he might find an answer hidden in the guilty lines on his palms.   she doesn’t look great,    but she’s not dead.   still,   he rubs at the side of his neck,    and for a moment,   imagines a katana piercing straight through her.   how it felt to feel void inside him,   filling him full of power.

this is why he didn’t want to look at her. 

             “   —— yeah,   i don’t have an excuse.   ”     just that it hurts to be around her.   hurts in the way that makes his throat close up and scratch at the pins and needles beneath his skin.    he looks away again.    “  just…    an apology,   i guess.   i don’t know.  ”   how do you apologize for something like this?

                         she waits expectantly.  knuckles white from their hold on her bed sheet.  as if anything he could tell her would ease her mind or make any of this better.  but she’s alive,  she’s breathing.    (   he’s safe,  their friends are safe  —  lydia is safe.   )    head canted,  eyes bore into him.  look at me,  look at me,  look at me.  when he does,  it’s brief.  not enough.  still,  she gasps.  grants herself a needed intake of air that she hadn’t realized she was depriving herself from.    “  — just?  ”    allison,  breathe.

“  it’s not your fault,  you know that,  right?  ”    clarification:  she’s not mad at him.  she’s not mad about the sequence of events that took place that night,  or what led up to it.  she doesn’t see   /   has never seen him to be the source of the problem or the reason why she’s currently in a hospital bed.  stiles isn’t to blame for the months of recovery she has ahead of her.

               she’s mad at how they’ve been defiled.  how something that evil could twist and misshapen the friendship they had  —  they have.  a friendship she still wants.    “  he—  ”    too personal.    “  it didn’t win.  we did.  ”

[highbeeans]

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&    JAKE  F.      ARDENTSTORY.

TURNING  THE  CORNER    /     and  as  soon  as  he  catch  on  to  the  weapon  in  her  hands     ,     backtracks  a  step  or  two     :     holding  his  hands  up  in  mock  surrender     ,     a  smirk  forming     .      ❛     off  to  killing  killers     ,     or  what     ?     ❜     a  beat     :     taking  a  step  closer  now     .     ❛     it’s  kinda  hot     .     the  whole     i’m     gonna      get     you    vibe  is  really  working  for  you     .     ❜                   @shehunts     !

                         she wasn’t planning on being noticed  —  but that’s what she gets for toting around the compound bow currently in her hands.  trying to hide it would be a moot at this point.    “  hello to you too,  jake.  ”    avoiding the question.  quiver slung over her shoulder,  allison readjusts.  the roll of her eyes is imminent   /   happens with a deliberate step back in order to counteract his one step closer.    “  kinda hot?  please,  i’d appreciate if i was left out of whatever budding fantasy you’re concocting.  ”    spoken lightly   /   feathery soft.  with no intention of goading him any further.    “  i’m going to practice,  is all.  ”