#s:stiles

[deterioratingxyouth]

     "Look, it's not a big deal       or anything-- Just...can't        sleep is all. Pretty used        to it at this point." He closed his mouth before he could add fuel to the fire. The last thing he needed was anyone to worry-- though he couldn't deny the odd thrill that went through him when he let it sink in that a particular strawberry blonde was the one doing the worrying.

[deterioratingxyouth]

"Look, Lydia, fixing the Jeep is pretty reliant on me being able to see the Jeep so can you, ya know, shine the flashlight in my actual line of sight?"

[neverwholelahey]

Nothing left to say

written by notmyjeepyoucreep

Stiles wasn’t sure when it happened. 

Well, he probably actually was and that was a shitty thing to say but these days his thoughts were slow and spiraling around themselves, he likes it that way. And he wouldn’t change it just to try and dig up a memory like that. 

Everything takes a lot of energy these days, it’s like he is constantly moving through mud, everything clinging to him, making him heavy and slow. 

Isaac is - Isaac is something. 

He can’t really explain it. Isaac is silence in a loud room. He is warmth when he feels as if his blood are filled with ice, he’s the light in his nightmares filled with the Nogitsune’s laughter. 

Scott used to be that maybe, or his father, but he can’t look at them anymore. He tries, and he tries to smile and talk , because that’s what they expect. 

And it’s that that breaks him somewhere. All those expectations. At first it was fear and worry, and that hurt, yes but it was almost alright. 

But then he started getting better and now they wanted him to be that boy again, the happy nerd with a mouth that would never shut and no real tact. 

That was not him anymore though, had not been for a long time. 

So one night he left Scott’s room at a sleepover, too fed up and bothered by the whole act, and found himself in Isaac’s room. 

Isaac who didn’t look happy about it, but didn’t send him away either. They didn’t talk the whole night, just sat there in silence, and fell asleep sometime, but that was probably the start of everything. 

By now he is Isaac’s shadow instead of Scott, and they don’t share goofy laughs and loud jokes, but silence and sharp smiles over other people’s failures. Somewhere along the way they learned to talk without words and it makes Stiles’ life so much better to have this. He is not alone, but he doesn’t feel caged in by happy smile and the attempt at a normal routine. 

all he can hope is that he helps Isaac somehow too. That this means something to him and maybe that they are fixing each other a bit. 

[neverwholelahey]

Anywhere I would have followed you.

@notmyjeepyoucreep wrote it

There are things he can do and can’t do. 

Even with magic at his disposal he can’t cure cancer. Stiles wishes he can, he got here after all, so he should be able to, right ? But just like he had no way to safe his mother or later on his father, he could do nothing for her. 

He watched her die, watched the impact it made on the small family, and his heart broke for them, for the two boys clinging to each other, and maybe even a bit for the broken man that would soon turn into a monster. 

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" GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. " A sharp slap and the tall man crashed into the wall behind him, looking up at the young man in front of him with a mix of fear and pure rage. 

Stiles didn’t stop or leave though, he stepped clsoer instead, crouching down in front of the man, knife at the others throat. ” No. I am not leaving. Not until you finally listen to me. Your boys will be out for another few hours, so we have all the time in the world. “ 

The father makes to get up but a hit against his chest and the pressure of the cold blade has him still, looking up at the intruder with wide eyes. ” What do you want ? ” He presses out and Stiles can smell the alcohol on his breath, is reminded of his own father in the wake of his mothers death. They are not so different in their early stages, only that Isaac’s father never managed to get himself back together the way John Stilinski had. 

" You, Mister Lahey, have two wonderful sons. Wonderful sons that will grow into brilliant man. Isaac is but a boy, and Camden is not old enough to face the world alone yet either. You will not take your grief out on them. Or anyone else. You will be a great father. You will raise them so that your wife would be proud of you and them. Don’t ruin your memory because you are angry at the world. It’s not your children’s fault that she died. " Stiles sneers and he is angry, wants to hurt the man so badly, but he hasn’t done anything too bad yet, he can still change, and if he hurts the guy it might all go wrong, he might ruin Isaacs life instead of making it better. 

He leaves then, simple as that. 

But he checks in again and again in the first weeks. He watches them, and makes sure that Mister Lahey knows it, is aware of it until it seems the man has finally gotten himself together, until there is no threat to Isaac’s happiness anymore for now. 

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It’s loud. It’s loud and bloody and hot and it is not even half as bad as he is used to. Maybe it’s a weird thing but fights with the supernatural seem so much more real and horrifying than this game of Risk  in the middle of the desert. 

People around him were traumatized and crying in their sleep, had lost limbs and friends, but Stiles feels as if that had been happening all of his life, and it’s almost calming with how familiar it is. 

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You can’t change another persons will. 

 At least not with magic, not full, not - Let’s just say there were a lot of restrictions and conditions and after effects if you tried and Stiles didn’t want to do any damage. 

But he knew he couldn’t just stay here forever, that his time was running out. What he did didn’t come without a price after all. 

But there was still one thing he had to do . 

Safe Camden Lahey’s life. 

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Officially he has been missing in action, but usually things like that meant death. So Stiles did everything he could, most of it not very legal, to stay at the mans side with every mission they did and even in their free time. 

He knew that the others thought him a bit weird, he never talked, always just writing in his journal or keeping close to them. He tried to protect them, even tried to teach them a thing or two when he felt the need, but after that he would stay away, never engaging in any free time activities. 

They probably thought he was just there for the fight, or one of those that felt like they had to prove themselves after a traumatic past. He had met people like that here, but no matter how often they asked, Stiles would never open up.  

If it got too much he would just hide away with his journal, telling people about his day and life that had died in the future, trying to imagine that they were watching over him right now. 

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" LAHEY GET BACK. " Stiles wasn’t sure if the other heard him, the last explosion had been so loud they were probably all half dead right now. 

The man didn’t move though, seemed to be stuck or frozen in fear, he couldn’t really see it from where he was standing. 

The rest of their team was already retreating, it was only the both of them still here in the midst of burning vehicles and black corpses, and he knew it wouldn’t be too long before someone would try to make them join the latter ones. 

" Lahey come. " He calls out again, pulling at the man, not looking back at him as he drags him away. They were getting closer to the others if they could just - 

He noticed the widening in Lahey’s eyes, and it was an automatic reaction to throw himself in front of him, being thrown forward by the force of the hit. 

Everything went white with pain for a moment, and he could feel himself being dragged along, but  he was already aware that he wouldn’t make it. Looking up, he saw the grimy face of Camden above him, some other soldier having come to help him. 

Camden was alive. He seemed hurt in the shoulder, Stiles seemed to have been unable to shield him completely, but he was alive. He could return to Isaac. 

Everything was perfect. 

Even the darkness that pulled him in now. 

[deterioratingxyouth]

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, I can't understand when you talk at literally a million words a minute! What did I do wrong this time?"

[neverwholelahey]

'Cuz it's too cold for you here

" Stiles come on, I am sure if we just explained the situation he would be - " Scott started, leaning heavily against the hospital bed, clinging desperately to the bony hand of his best friend. 

" No. " He rasps, not even looking over at Scott, eyes fixed on the window and the small sliver of sky he could see from his room. Stiles was not sure when he was outside the last time, and he wished they would let him now that he had a clear moment that lasted longer than half an hour.

" He left and he blamed me. Scott- You should have heard him- I told you- He sounded like meeting me was the worst thing that ever happened to him. "

Scott sighs, rubbing at his eyes tiredly, feelign so helpless but aware that he could never go against the others wishes. Derek had tried, desperate enough to just force Stiles, and had almost poisoned himself through it. Stiles had foreseen his actions.

" But you’re dying, Stiles. " He sobs out, not afraid of using the words anymore, because they all knew it was not long, a week maybe, or two, maybe it was only until tomorrow. The Sheriff was here night and day, only leaving for emergencies and to shower once in a while.

The end was near.

" I don’t want to be turned if it means being miserable for the rest of my life. "

Stiles whispers, hands twitching in the mockery of a tighter grip as he curls up in his bad, careful of the wires and tubes sticking out of him everywhere. ” But you don’t even know for sure. I know what Deaton said and what Derek said but it doesn’t have to mean anything. “

The boy pleads again, tears gathering in his eyes. It was not the first time they had had this discussion, but with each passing day he got more desperate to win it finally.

 ” Being a spark, being possessed by the Nogitsune.. It changed something. ” Stiles repeats patiently in a whisper,. just like he had last week and the week before. ” It makes you notice things, it makes you see the world differently. “ 

He shook his head slowly, coughing lightly, pulling the blankets tighter around him. ” And if this is my end, it was supposed to be before, so many times, and I can’t escape it all the time. It’s alright, better you than me. “ 

It takes a few moments for Scott to be able to answer, but when he does , he can see that Stiles is not really there with him anymore. His eyes are glazed over, and his mouth moves, but the syllables spilling out of it don’t form any words anymore. 

The sight leaves Scott choking on air, quickly having to leave the room as it seemed to close in around him. 

" Isaac. " He whispers, hands balling into fists as he stares through the glass wall at Stiles. " Why did you leave him ? Why can’t you feel like all he wants is you ? "

[deterioratingxyouth]

"Uh..three days ago I guess? Yeah. Last time I slept was three days ago."

[neverwholelahey]

First name: Johanna Nickname: Joi, Sweetcheeks Age: 24? Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Anniesexual. Usually straight. Nationality: Swedish Relationship status: Single Likes: Stisaac, Photoshop, me, Buttons, Supernatural, UK-BeingHuman-Actors Dislikes: Other Isaacs, stupid people, Allisaac Random fact: You have a puppy, right? And you love red huskies.

Allergic to furry animals. So nope on the puppy part. But I love red huskies and wished I had two. I dont dislike the other isaacs… I just feel bad about my portrayal of isaac when I see other isaacs. Hence I dont follow any or read other threads on the dash including another isaac. And age is kinda right. I haven’t had my birthday yet. But the rest is fucking one million thousands percent correct.