#stiles;

[radioctve]

it was a lot to handle at once. on one hand they’d cracked the third key with derek. on the other, they’d found out who else was in the dead pool and now meredith was death. it seemed like they couldn’t catch a break but at least they’d cracked the key. his first instinct had been to wrap his arms around her and pull her into a hug when he overheard parrish’s voice from the phone tell lydia that meredith was gone. seeing as she’d seemingly frozen, he took the phone from her to hang it up, fully holding her with his arms firm around her. “hey, it’s okay. we tried our best.” he whispered, rubbing her back.

[hellschimera]

Closed Starter for Stiles

Theo had gone back alone after the disaster that had been his first visit, he’d been too emotional, too eager to leave. So he’d come back, to properly say goodbye to his best friend. Without Liam by his side the task felt daunting but he knew this was something he had to do. 

As he approached the casket he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them he took a step back, his heart clenching in his chest. 

Penny was beautiful, ethereal just as she’d been in life. But he’d been here just a few days ago and she’d looked nothing like this, she’d looked dead. Something wasn’t right, it gave him a weird feeling in his chest. 

Pulling away from the casket he ducked out of the room and called Stiles, when the other finally picked up he heaved a sigh of relief.

“I kinda need your help stealing a dead body from a funeral home.”  

[radioctve]

of course once again lydia had to be thrown in the mix to do something dangerous. when he found out she’d been hurt at the station, he felt responsible for having left her and his father seemingly withheld what kind of injury it was from him because he knew he would’ve lost it if he’d told him her throat had been slashed. by the time he arrived at the hospital the sun had gone down. he quietly slipped into the room melissa had pointed him to and he sighed at the sight of her asleep on the bed. frowning, he moved around her side of the bed without a word and reached out for her hand to hold. his eyes dropping to the big white bandage she had wrapped around her throat and he could only imagine how bad it was. this was exactly why maybe scott turning him wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

[radioctve]

the truth was, lydia had actually saved herself. he just happened to get there in time. nonetheless, taking her out of eichen was a win in itself. but the ride to the clinic wasn’t an easy one. he held her close against his chest, his face contorting whenever she bellowed out a scream. almost enough to steer scott out of his speedy driving. by the time they arrived at the clinic, he was antsy. a nervous wreck at best. scott stood by on the opposite side, both of them holding her down while the doc injected mistletoe in her. something that caused her to scream so loud she shattered glass. his body quickly moved over hers to protect her as the sharp glass fell around them. he panted once it had all settled but concernedly looked down at her, cupping her face. “lydia?” he whispered, gazing down at her. “lydia, c’mon wake up.” he encouraged after a few more seconds of silence. his eyes grew watery, tilting her face toward him as if that would get her to wake up. “lydia, wake up.” he frowned.

[radioctve]

stiles knew it was a matter of time before he had to tell scott about donovan before the truth came out. with lydia and parrish searching for the nemeton, they could potentially find donovan. however none of that seemed to matter as scott had already found out. he didn’t understand that he didn’t have a choice. that he’d threatened to kill his father and would’ve killed him too if he hadn’t acted the way he did. as if the night couldn’t have gotten any worse, his jeep stalled on the road. frustratedly, he hopped out to inspect it. he’d just gotten it back from the mechanic after getting it fixed when it flipped over. but his head wasn’t in it to fix anything right now and out of frustration, he threw a wrench at the windshield, effectively cracking it. he slumped on the ground, back against the wheel as he ran his hands through his damp hair and rubbed his face. after collecting himself, he reached into his pocket to call lydia, the only one that would understand him now and be willing to pick him up off the side of the road.

[radioctve]

stiles knew how close she and parrish were ever since she found out whatever he was had something to do with death, similar to her. not to mention they’d taken fighting lessons from him and he could sense something between them. it wasn’t romantic, but still made him uncomfortable nonetheless that someone else shared anything with lydia at all. it was a miracle he allowed other guys to breathe the same air in the same room. because of her closeness to parrish, he was wary of telling her he was the one taking the bodies as if for some reason she would get defensive because her getting defensive would mean she was protective of him. he was getting in his head again. “i have to show you something.” he said softly, rising to his feet from the edge of the bed to make his way toward his drawer. “i know who’s taking the bodies.” he said, glancing over his shoulder at her.

[radioctve]

stiles looked around as he watched students file inside. his friends nowhere to be found. he was beginning to get anxious and he knew lydia could tell because she had already pointed it out. “okay, yes. i’m radiating anxiety right now, lydia. but when am i not, baby?” his arms lifted at his sides and collapsed. he was trying to relax more lately after they’d talked about his stress levels. right now he was doing a terrible job but relaxing was a lot harder than people made it out to be. he had his reasons. senior year was creeping up and he didn’t want to end up exactly like his dad, astray from all his high school friends. he’d told lydia as much. “you know, is it too much to ask for that we all don’t stop talking to each other after this is all over?”