“Listen to me, Stiles. I…you might regret telling me about werewolves, but…I don’t. I never have. Not once.”
Stiles shook his head. He looked so fragile, so small, that I wondered if I shouldn’t just sit in the van with my mouth closed for the rest of the night. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken in several hours rather than a few seconds.
“How can you not hate all of this? This…sucks…”
“I hate parts of it,” I agreed softly. “I hate that all these people have died, and I hate watching my friends in pain, but if it was a choice between this and not knowing? Standing by while Peter and Jackson and whoever else ruined my friends’ lives? I would choose this. Every time.”
I tried to sound as confident as I could, but Stiles still didn’t look up. Grasping at straws, I took a hesitant step forward.
“Stiles, if you want to blame someone, blame Peter. What I told you that day was true: he attacked my friends, targeted Lydia and Allison and Jackson just to get to Scott. There’s no way I wouldn’t have gotten involved. I mean, we both know how stubborn I am. If you hadn’t told me, I would have kept looking for answers on my own, and I probably would have gotten them when Peter sliced my throat for getting in the way.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true! Stiles, you telling me what was out there prepared me for what was coming. Being with you is the reason I’m alive right now. All of us are alive. And I know it may not feel like it, but we are saving people. Someday your dad is gonna know that, and he’s going to be so, so proud. God, he is going to be so proud of you for going through hell to protect people. You are amazing, Stiles, and we are going to be okay. I promise we’ll make this okay, because your dad loves you, and I love you, and I am not giving up on you no matter how bad things get.”
“…What did you just say?”
“Calming them down when they have a bad dream.” + Sadles
It was nearly 4 AM when my phone rang.
The sound jolted me out of sleep with a start. I blearily rolled onto my side, and before my brain could truly catch up, my hands were already searching for my phone and answering the call with practiced precision.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Sadie.” Sheriff Stilinski’s voice was resigned, regretful, but most of all, exhausted. “I’m sorry, I—I hate to call, but—"
“It’s okay. I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Are you sure? I mean—"
“I’m positive. I’ll see you soon.”
I ended the call and wiped my hands down my face. I’d be asleep again soon enough. I just needed to be awake enough to drive. I just needed to get to Stiles.
I dragged myself out of bed and slipped on my shoes and Stiles’s lacrosse sweatshirt. Then I grabbed my purse and shuffled down the hall to my mom’s room. I knocked, called out, eased the door open, but she didn’t wake up until I kissed her on the head.
“Wha—?! What’s—what going on?”
“It’s fine, Mom. I’ve just gotta go see Stiles.”
The panic drained from her face and she dropped back to the pillow with the same mixture of emotions as the sheriff. “Again? Sadie…”
“He needs me, Mom.”
“I know. I know, just…please be careful.”
“I will. Just get some sleep. I’ll be back before school.”
I kissed her once more on the head before heading out the door.
The drive to the Stilinski household was silent. There wasn’t a single car on the road besides mine, not one person running or one dog barking. For once, the whole town was asleep and peaceful…with the exception of the Stilinskis.
The house was still dark, but the porch light had been turned on in preparation for my arrival. At this point, I didn’t bother ringing the bell or knocking. I just slipped through the door, locked it behind me, and turned the light off once more.
Sheriff Stilinski was waiting for me in the kitchen, as usual.
“Hey, honey.” He wrapped me in a side hug and pressed a quick kiss into my hair. “I’m sorry to keep doing this. I just…can’t find any way to help.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him for the hundredth time. “Really. You shouldn’t feel bad; these aren’t normal nightmares. I don’t know how much any of us can really help.”
“Yeah, I understand that. Or I’m trying to,” he amended, shaking his weary head. “I’m still trying to wrap my mind around all of this, but…I know one thing, and that’s that having you here…it helps him more than anything else.”
I shifted bashfully on my feet and gave the sheriff a tight smile.
“Well, I’m gonna go find him. Are you…?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Go ahead and get some sleep, Sadie. And…thanks again.”
The bittersweet grin he gave me was almost too much to bear. I ducked my head and quickly shuffled out of the kitchen, escaping up the stairs to Stiles’s bedroom. Again, I didn’t bother knocking. I’d been sneaking into Stiles’s room for weeks now, nearly every night since the lunar eclipse. I’d started keeping a go bag in my car, just in case. If this went on much longer, I was gonna have to start asking Stiles for drawer space.
He was in bed, lying down but far from sleeping. His empty brown eyes stared up at the ceiling and didn’t even blink when I let myself in. I quietly stowed my bag in the corner by his desk, then crawled under the covers beside him. Stiles moved on autopilot to accommodate me, scooching over, wrapping an arm around my waist, playing with my hair as I settled against his chest.
For a few minutes, neither of us said anything. I was hovering on the edge of sleep again by the time he willed the words out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
My lips tugged into a tiny smirk, and I pressed a kiss into the cotton of his T-shirt. The sarcasm was rote—I knew that—but at least it wasn’t gone just yet.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Feel however you want to feel, but I just want you to know that I don’t mind. I’m still here, whatever you need.”
Stiles didn’t answer me with words. Instead, I felt it in the way his arm tightened around my waist, the tremble of his chest under my cheek, his fingers stalling in my hair. I quickly pushed myself up onto my side. I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together, fixing him with a stern, earnest stare.
“Hey. I mean it. I’m not going anywhere. I’m safe, and so are you. We’re gonna figure this out, okay?”
Stiles clenched his jaw, but nodded with feeble conviction. It wasn’t much, but he was trying. I rewarded him with a kiss on the forehead, then rolled over onto my other side. I tugged him with me, hugging his hand to my chest and pulling his body around me. Stiles came willingly. He folded one arm under his head and held me against his chest like a life preserver. His breath tickled the back of my neck, hitching before he squeezed out two last words.
“Thanks, Bennet.”
I smiled into the pillow and gently squeezed his hand.
OKAY I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS BECAUSE I REBLOGGED THIS SECRETLY HOPING I WOULD GET TO TALK ABOUT THIS SPECIFICALLY!!!
So, Sadie initially never even considered getting a tattoo. It's just not something that really ever crossed her mind through school. But by senior year, she's gone through a lot and she finally understands what Scott meant by wanting to get a tattoo to "reward himself" back in junior year. So for her birthday, Scott and Stiles take her to the tattoo parlor and Scott holds her hand to help with the pain, and the tattoo artist thinks he's her boyfriend, which makes Stiles get prickly, and he forces himself to stay and be awake and conscious for the entire process to prove himself. He does gag a few times though. Close call.
I think she probably gets it on the inside of her wrist, because she wants to be able to see it all the time without making it overly obvious. This is roughly the design.
For one, it's Sadie's take on the triskelion, complete with a triquetra in the middle. It's about trinity. It's about balance. Insert Derek's speech about how someone can go rise or fall between Omega, Beta, and Alpha. It's about self control, like the talisman Derek used to learn controlling his powers. Most importantly, it's about unity, which is special to Sadie because the triskele was the symbol for the Hale pack. She considers Derek family, so it's kinda like getting a matching tattoo for her.
More importantly, the symbol isn't closed because it's made of three S's: Sadie, Scott, and Stiles. It's Sadie's way of commemorating their friendship, because even after everything they've been through, all the deaths, murders, breakups, and heartbreak, it's always been the three of them since the beginning. They're her core.
Also I consider Scott to be the third member of the Sadles throuple, thank you very much.
ANYWAY THIS GOT REALLY LONG BUT I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT THE OTHER DAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!
Send me a 🖤and an OC and I'll tell you about their tattoos!
I recently refound The Wild Side and Right Beside You and while I know you’re not planning on continuing them, my brain does not. 🤣 I woke up from a dream of what Sadie would have been like with Void!Stiles and long story short…if you’re ever tempted to write any drabbles/teasers for what that would’ve been like, I’d love to read them! The spice it would bring.🌶 Thank you for sharing your fab writing and for Sadie Bennet. ❤️
Oh my goodness, thank you so much!!! I love the outpouring of love Sadie's been getting lately. I've been feeling nostalgic lately, too. I wore my Stilinski jersey to bed last night, and honestly I might change my thumbnail back to Stiles soon haha.
I am always open for doing prompts for Sadie and the gang! Anytime I do a prompt list, she's in my heart and on my brain. As for Void Stiles, it would definitely be...intense, lol. Sadie knows Stiles. She knows her Stiles. So it actually causes a lot of dissonance between them because Void Stiles knows on some level that he can't spend too much time with Sadie without setting her off. So he sows problems instead. 👀
I am........sorry..........but I am also not sorry, and definitely going to do it again. 😂 SOUR was all about teenage heartbreak! It gave me all kinds of emotions about my favorite teens! "Happier" simply spoke to me, and my brain would not rest until it was done...might be doing another song too whoops okay love you bye lol
