#noctuatim

[hevolves]

“You ran that whole way here?”

“Why do you sound surprised? I’m a werwolf,” he replied with the tone that raged what else did you want me to do? “I hope you weren’t expecting a ride back. The next time you’re in my car, it’s going to be in the trunk.” There was a silent threat and promise in his words; Derek crossed his arms before looking around. “Where’s Scott? If this is another ploy for pack bonding, I’m out of here.”

[toleaveamark]

@noctuatim​

“Do you really think I’m going to wear that?” Kaamir looked at the shirt with blunt disgust displayed across his face. ”Just because it has the word plant?” Plant and Daddy. He rolled his eyes as a scoff left his lips. “You’re an idiot.” The words were sharp, but his eyes shone with obvious affection.

[leadersdontrun]

“ no, no, no. NO, forget it. forget it! i’m not going back in there again.”

“Why not? Because it’s Glee Club or cause of Sam? I’m still surprised you came with me the first time, didn’t you say and I quote, ‘I’d rather stick a fork in both my eyes and my ears than join.’ Then you made some rude gestures at Sam for good measure.” 

Scott refrained from repeating said motions, instead smiling at his best friend in fondness and exasperation. “Is this cause you still think he’s some kind of… something? What could he even be? A banshee? A siren? Vampire?” His nose twitched at the thought, feeling like he would’ve at least smelt some kind of otherworldly scent on Sam that would have given him away by now. “Or… are you just jealous?” Scott’s grin turned a bit wicked then.

[leadersdontrun]

“ they don’t care if you live or die.”

Crouched down on the ground, Scott glanced up at his best friend before standing and looking away. “I don’t think I do either,” he mumbled, but his voice raised and grew firmer as he added, “But it doesn’t matter, I have to do this, Stiles. They might not care what happens to me, but I can’t just let them die.”

When he turned to look at him, he placed a hand on his shoulder and his smile was bittersweet. “I know you care, my mom… and my dad, the pack.” He squeezed once before letting his arm fall and taking a step back, his smile still not reaching his eyes. “So I’m just going to have to make sure I come back, right?”

[leadersdontrun]

@noctuatim​

“Dude, where are you? Practice started like an hour ago... are you okay? I swear, I was just kidding about the tattoos after. How soon can you get here? Lydia is pissed and I’m kind of scared at this point. Allison can only keep her occupied for so long. If you’re still sleeping, I’m going over there in ten minutes to-” Scott frowned as the voicemail cut him off, but glanced up as the nearest door opened and nearly bowled over in relief. “Stiles.” Then he actually got a look at the door and glared at his band mate, voice pitching higher as he exclaimed, “Have you been here the whole time?”

[toleaveamark]

@runrubyred

“Yeah, I can grow better weed than Hoberman, but no, I’m not going to just give you any.” Kaamir shook his head before he grabbed a nearby watering can and set off to fill it. There were easier ways to do this, sure, but he liked getting his hands dirty most of the time. He already had a faint sheen of dust on him, fingernails sporting soil and his clothes full of dirt stains. More than once, before Brakebills, he’d been lauded over for having a green thumb. He still got it occasionally, most of his spells involving his discipline directly being livelier than most. After the can was finally full, he used it to water every plant in the greenhouse, only ignoring the ones that didn’t need any for now. “Same goes for any other crops or mushrooms you’re looking for to get your rocks off.” Kaamir set the watering can off to the side and folded his arms, eyes roaming over the other’s form with indifference before he shrugged. “If you don’t have anything to trade, cash works just as well.”

[abulous]

@noctuatim​

“You can’t ignore me forever, Stiles.” Regret filled Sam’s chest, knowing for a fact that the other boy probably actually could. He’d been doing it for a solid month now. They were both stubborn though and today the blond was feeling especially annoying. “I don’t like this situation any more than you do, but we’re partners and our project is due at the end of the semester and I need this grade so can we actually work on something?” He’d cornered Stiles after lacrosse practice thanks to the help of Scott, effectively trapping them in the locker room until they sorted out their issues. Not even Coach was in his office, who’d been out the door first to get away from Greenberg. “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore.”

[soakedinsmoke]

"Derek? Can you hear me? ...Derek?"

Of fucking course he can hear the familiar strain in Stiles’ voice. He’s not deaf for christ sake. Although, there’s a low ring echoing around in his skull. It sounds like a bad song; it’s uneven and offbeat, it’s enough to drive him insane. He shakes his head to try and clear the noise - not fucking helpful in the slightest.

Instead Derek’s vision goes blurry. The world around him, including Stiles’ crumpled, concerned features, all start to fade in and out of range. Shit. That witch hit him a hell of a lot harder than he thought. It’s not the same hurt as Wolfsbane...it’s more dull and obnoxious - except for the part where his mouth starts to taste like copper and he can feel his own incisors pierce the brim of his lips.

“I’m fine,” he growls out. “Are you?” Words are escaping him more than usual. Thinking is fucking hard.

Derek gets to his feet, swaying, his hands immediately tucking to the bruise battered surface of Stiles’ jaw. His thumbs comb over the lacerations, his own face wincing when Stiles makes this low pain induced sound.

“Don’t fucking move,” he grunts, thudding his forehead briefly against Stiles’. “I’m gonna kill this bitch.”