“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.” for stiles+sophia
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the one where stiles understands
Throwing the bedroom door open, Stiles quickly scanned the room before his eyes landed on Sophia. She was huddled in the corner, knees pressed to her chest as she hid from what had happened downstairs. Stiles let out a quick sigh of relief as he stepped over to her, dropping down into a crouch so that he was eye level with her,
“Hey, come on, we have to go.” Stiles quickly said, jerking his head to the side. Sophia shook her head, taking in heaving, gulping breaths. Her hair was knotted while her eye makeup was streaked around her eyes. Stiles had noticed she had started wearing darker makeup and clothes -- fully accepting what was going on inside of her. He would be lying if he said he liked seeing the change.
“I--I can’t.” Sophia managed out, “I can’t move.”
“Yes, you can.” Stiles urged, reaching out to grab her. Sophia flinched back at the motion, pressing up against the wall as if to get further away from Stiles. Stiles didn’t blame her; he was the reason this was happening to her. But he pushed his hurt aside and went to comfort Sophia, thinking that being gentle would get her to move rather than forcing her to.
“It’s okay, it’s alright.” Stiles made his voice soft and quiet, “We don’t have to go anywhere. Let’s just...take a second.” Sophia warily looked back at him and Stiles saw that it looked like she had been crying -- sobbing, like she had seen what had happened.
Giving her a sympathetic smile, Stiles gently reached toward Sophia. Sophia didn’t flinch back so Stiles continued with his motion, speaking as he went, “It’s okay. You’re okay, Fia, you’re okay.” He tried to calm her down, “Three things: the sound of my voice, the feeling of my thumb on your cheek, and how I probably smell like sweat from running up those stairs.” Stiles gave her an amused smile, “I’m here, okay?”
“Please don’t do this,” Sophia whispered out as Stiles wiped his thumb under her other eye, trying to get rid of the streaks of mascara, “don’t act like you care.” She lifted her hand up to move Stiles’s away from her face, not wanting him to continue.
As she looked away from him, she missed the flash of hurt that came across his features, but quickly went away as he shifted his weight. He was still crouching in front of her and tilted his head to the side to try and catch her eye.
“Hey,” Stiles’s voice was soft as Sophia lifted her head, “I’m not acting.”
Sophia gave him a sad laugh, shaking her head slightly as if she didn’t believe him. And for good reason; Stiles hadn’t given her any indication that he did care about her. But he knew what she was going through and knew how powerless and out of control she felt.
“Listen, I know how fucked up you feel right now, okay?” Stiles moved closer to Sophia. His hand reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, “We’re gonna find a way to get that thing out of you. I promise.” Stiles seriously said. Sophia took in a shaky breath, managing a nod as Stiles continued, “First we need to get you out of here before anyone finds you.” He urged, looking around the bedroom. It wouldn’t be long until the sheriff’s department came onto the scene and both of them couldn’t afford to be caught.
Stiles helped Sophia to her feet and she felt him squeeze her hand gently before his thumb went to rub small circles around the top of her hand. He gave her a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and Sophia knew he was more concerned with figuring out what was happening to her rather than her.
*snatches plushie pieces and completely destroys them* Weak shit.
Loch: *growls and eye socket flares up in red smoke, bone attacks reappear* That’s it, ya done for, ya fricken Nessie murderin’ Anon! *feels fangs sharpen and sewn eye socket un-stich and open to show a purple pupil with a symbol mixed between a heartagram and celtic tri-knot*
