#captain-jawntastic

[becoming-pathological]

captain-jawntastic, thank you so much for the birthday wishes :3 

by the way you and your boyfriend are fucking adorable and I want to be your friend was that weird

that was definitely weird

whoops

[maroonmorons]

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”You don’t have to,” Ross was saying and Stiles forced himself to tune back into the conversation.             “Yeah,” he agreed, blinking slowly.               “It just might…make things easier.  In a weird way.”               “Yeah,” Stiles repeated, guts doing a sickening flip.  It was the day after Aiden’s visit and Ross had come this time.  Stiles felt bad for it, but he was relieved to see him.  “My dad would definitely go easy on me if I’m not like…well when I get back.”  He lifted one shoulder in a shrug and let it drop.  Ross’ plan made sense and he knew it did.  Still Stiles was loathe to really think about it because how was he supposed to leave?  He didn’t know most of the pack but they were Derek’s pack.  What if he did come back?  And Stiles wasn’t here?  Stiles swallowed around a sigh.  It wasn’t as if staying was an option anyways.  Staying wasn’t an option when Derek was still here.  He definitely couldn’t justify staying now that he was gone.  If he left today the remains of the bond would make him cold, weak, possibly despondent.  Ross had already assured him that it wouldn’t be bad enough for drugs.  Not to mention, going home to his dad and Scott and even Mrs. McCall would help.  They were his pack and werewolf or not they would be able to offer comfort and support.  If he left now an escape attempt would be more believable.  Well escape success he supposed.  Ross suggested staying as close to the truth as possible.  Stiles could see the wisdom of that.  So kidnapped yes.  Drawn into a cult yes.  Maybe even met someone, Stiles would decide that later.  He’d already decided he’d be as vague as possible when describing his escape.  Or he could even say he’d been helped.  By the man he met.  Just a corner of Stiles’ mouth curled at the thought.  He liked the thought immediately.  That way he could tell his dad about Derek.  It would make sense that he missed him. 

Stiles closed his eyes briefly and breathed out.  He was fine.  He just had to remind himself.               “So what I tell my dad is completely up to me?”  Stiles wasn’t sure why he just felt the need to ask again.  Ross folded his hands in his lap, observing Stiles silently.  Obviously.  Stiles could all but hear it and rolled his eyes.  “I mean I could tell him you guys are up here and every full moon,” he paused to howl softly.               “If you want,” Ross allowed.               “Really?  Shouldn’t there be like a gag order or I don’t know ‘keep your mouth shut or you’ll sleep with the fishes?’”             “No offense Stiles but our lawyer is quite expensive and we’re not mobsters.”               “Well just werewolves!” Stiles protested, “You’re werewolves!  Shouldn’t that require like the utmost secrecy?!”               “If secrecy was that desperate for our survival we wouldn’t be bringing humans in at all.”               “Oh,” Stiles let out quickly.  “Yeah that makes sense I guess.”  

sigh a lot

everything post breakup hurts me

this is another one of those scenes that is just messy and I just, well I really want to re-write the whole thing

basically ross is a good person and yeah he's doing stuff that is not really good, like on any scale but he doesn't want to do it.  I touch on that in the last chapter but I'm not giving it all away because that's a key point to the structure of the story which I'm now planning to make an original work so let's leave it at he doesn't want to

he knows they can't stop stiles from telling anyone anything so he's upfront about that and I think that's almost his apology to stiles?  because he really wanted it to work out and it didn't and :< for everyone

I feel so bad for not giving ross more attention bc he really is a good person and I don't think anyone knows and/or believes that sigh

HOW IS THERE MORE I WANT/NEED TO WRITE

IT'S ALREADY SO LONG

HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN