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Stiles shifts in his seat at the cafeteria, glancing up at Isaac again and again. " Dude, what's wrong ? " His best friend hisses and he knows he should not act weird, they were sitting at the popular table after all, but Isaac was sitting there all on his own and Stiles didn't like that at all.
" I have to go over there. " He mumbles and before Scott can stop him he grabs his tablet and leaves, sitting down opposite Isaac with a shy smile.
it's only your shadow | closed
The past needed to stay in the past as much as it pained to try and move on from. Coming back from New York wasn't a spur of the moment decision and though no one in that part of his life understood it, there was just a pull towards Beacon Hills. It had been so long since he was last there -- in his youth at least when the first horror happened. From there, Derek was marked and haunted, at least until he started to let go more.
With a new breath, he was able to look on with new eyes at everything and now he was arriving back to where it all began. He needed to put a close to this for once and for all before he was truly able to live unburdened. This meant he also needed a place to stay. It was his first mission as he appeared back in town, getting a realtor to show him place after place. Finally, settling on the last one he came across since it was perfect despite the supposed rumors attached to the house. Derek wasn't easily swayed by ridiculous horror stories.
Moving day came quickly, Derek bringing in box after box -- some with his things and others for furniture. His bed and other things were brought in by moving men before it got too late in the day, thankfully. Standing amongst all the boxes, Derek let out a little sigh, curling up on the newly put together couch, hand messing with the threads in the rug below it. Why was he doing this? He should have just stayed in New York and never came back here. He was last here when he was fifteen and should have just looked past what he was never able to really overcome. Sighing again, Derek squeezed his eyes shut because he didn't want to get stupidly emotional over this.
Simple Solution || isaac-lostpup
Stiles slowly walked into the two-story building. There had been many different groups in this facility, or so Stiles had heard. He kept thinking to himself how he could just ditch this whole thing and not have to deal with it, but then he looked down at the sheet of paper that he held. It said, 'By State Officials, Gemin Henry Stilinski is authorized to attend Drug Use Rehabilitation every Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. If he does not do so, then he shall be charged for the criminal offense of drug use.' There had been other statements and signatures on the paper, like from the State, himself, and his father who had been thoroughly disappointing in him. No one would have suspected that Stiles would have to do this, but Stiles he just needed help. This was his simple solution to the problems in life.
Stiles walked to the front desk, checking himself in and learning where to go. He walked down the long hallway to the room where he could hear people mingling, and chatting about their problems. This was his last chance to turn around. He looked behind him, down the empty hall, thinking about just running, but he knew he wouldn't get far. Stiles opened the door, slowly walking in. He saw a few people turn their heads to look at him, but then resumed. Stiles found a seat, sitting down and waiting for sponsor he was going to be given.
isaac-lostpup replied to your post: man, i really want...
In my version of Isaac’s back story he used to be a cutter, so he’d be able to help Stiles.
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Me likey.
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That sound terrible, but I don't care... or maybe a drug/alcohol addicted stiles
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list under cut. <3
Lost and Found
Derek knew he would need the cooperation of his entire pack, in order to fight off the alphas. With Erica and Boyd missing--or presumed dead, as Peter constantly referred to them--Derek had to rely on Isaac, as Scott was reluctant and oftentimes unavailable to even meet with ideas. Peter was obviously another ally, but with his powers limited and his willingness to fight diminished, Isaac was still Derek's only reliable pack member.
A pack member who lived with Scott instead of living in the loft, as Peter had become rather vocal in his dislike of Derek's new allies, and was never discreet about it, even when the teens were in the room. Derek had contacted Isaac and had demanded that he show up for a small gathering, needing to run more scenarios past him and Peter, despite the fact that Peter remained up in the loft's loft, listening but not actively participating.
The door rolled open and the alarms stayed silent, causing Derek to lift his head from where he sat at the desk, four heavy books open upon it. As Peter had taught him, downtime meant a loss, so Derek spent a lot of the spare time reading up on their personal lore, and haunting Peter for Hale family stories.
"About time you got here."
weekend update!
i stg i'm not seth meyers.
I really want to love somebody || Isaac & Stiles
Stiles kept arguing with Scott about going out on the field. His new found werewolf powers made him that much better, but he still had lack of control. Which was why Stiles stayed and sat on the bleachers while Scott kicked everyone's ass out in the field. Turning his direction towards the right, he spotted a lacrosse player sitting not to far from him. Isaac, was his name. There were rumors about him that his dad would lock him in a fridge or something like that. Sliding over towards him, he plopped himself down next to Isaac and gave him a smile. "Hey..! Isaac." He stated simply, and then noticed a purple blue bruise forming on the side of his head. "Dude.. What happened to your head?" He questioned nudging the lacrosse player gently to get his attention. Isaac wasn't playing out in the field at all this week. Maybe he was being abused..
