#thislittlecollection

[epiloguetm]

❝ i’ll protect you. ❞ (peter > steeb)

soft starters   !    →         accepting   !

           STEVE EYES THE BOY FOR A LONG MOMENT, noting similarities in the scrawny frame and plucky new york attitude between peter and himself in the forties. he’s sure some of the others would scoff, or even laugh, and definitely dismiss the kid out of hand, but steve knows how that feels. he knows how it feels to be underestimated and disregarded and shrugged off. he doesn’t want this kid to know that feeling too. he’s too smart and kind and innocent for that.   steve’s features stretch into a warm smile and he steps forward to offer his hand out to peter.

        ❝ i appreciate that, peter. i’ll be sure to do the same for you. us new yorkers gotta look out for each other. ❞  he offers a flash of pearly whites as he shakes the boy’s hand, nodding once out of respect. ❝ you’re a credit to your aunt. and an asset to our team. ❞ 

[epiloguetm]

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ (talia > silas)

soft starters   !    →         accepting   !

         ❛❛ my hoodie?    really?     that’s all it took to make you happy?    —-    not even, like, my class ring or varsity jacket? ❜❜  he’s grinning as he speaks, tugging talia in by the waist of HIS hoodie, wrapping his arms loosely around the small of her back.   ❛❛ ‘cuz i could get you those, you know. ❜❜

[stilesism]

❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞ (allison)

soft caring sentence starters     //      accepting   !

           HE BRUSHES HER OFF IN A CHARACTERISTICALLY BLASÈ FASHION, completely unbothered by the split lip and the gash across his cheek.  ( it doesn’t seem to be openly gushing blood anymore, which is a bonus. )  instead, he captures her hands and tugs them away from his stinging wounds, hissing quietly as her fingertips catch the corner of his mouth.  ❝ i’m fine, i’m fine. don’t worry about it, ❞ he insists, and throws a glance over her shoulder and nods in the direction, before meeting her chocolate gaze, his own caramel hues searching desperately for answers. ❝ where’s scott? is he okay?   —-   lydia? ❞ 

[stilesism]

❝ nothing’s gonna take you from my side. ❞ (scott)

soft caring sentence starters     //      accepting   !

         HIS HEARTBEAT IS STILL THRUMMING IN HIS EARS as scott talks, making it difficult to hear; even so, stiles fights tooth and nail to make out the syllables, even though there’s a slight delay in his processing. it’s late; maybe a little after four am, and stiles had awoken to scott ( who had awoken to stiles ) gently shaking him from a particularly hideous nightmare. he gulps roughly, and even though his limbs are tense and his hands are shaking, he doesn’t pull away from scott. the thought doesn’t occur to him. they’ve been best friends since the sandbox; they’re FAMILY. and there’s nobody else who can soothe stiles’s spiking heartbeat like scott.

          he drags in a long, deep breath, and ignores how it trembles in his windpipe.  (  he hopes scott does too.  )   ❝  do you believe that?  ❞  his tone ensures that scott knows it’s a genuine question  –  perhaps the residual fear on his face helps, too.   ❝  everything we’ve seen since you got bit, everything that happened…  you still believe that?   —-   i’m human, scott. my odds aren’t good.  ❞