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@theblueeyedbeta
❛ Life becomes easier when you learn to accept the apology you never got. ❜ ⁓ R. Brault
I am currently moving all of my muses over to this multimuse blog because trying to keep 5+ blogs even remotely active has been increasingly difficult for me lately with how busy work has gotten and how exhausted I’ve been. I’m definitely interested in continuing threads that I have going here now if my partners are interested - alternatively, I am also okay with starting a bunch of new things!
❛ Life becomes easier when you learn to accept the apology you never got. ❜ ⁓ R. Brault
I am currently moving all of my muses over to this multimuse blog because trying to keep 5+ blogs even remotely active has been increasingly difficult for me lately with how busy work has gotten and how exhausted I’ve been. I’m definitely interested in continuing threads that I have going here now if my partners are interested - alternatively, I am also okay with starting a bunch of new things!
So, I would like to get some opinions on something. With new responsibilities, etc. at work, I’m finding that I have a lot less time than I used to for getting online on Tumblr and writing. Which is making it difficult to keep my multiple blogs active despite often having muse and a lot of desire to write.
My question is, and would love if you could respond however you’re comfortable (replying to the post, sending an ask or IM, or hitting me up on Discord), would you be willing to follow me to a new multimuse/multifandom blog and interact with Derek (or other muses if you so choose) there? My main concern is the stigma that still seems to be around multimuse blogs, but I think this might be the best solution for me to be able to stay properly active like I want with everything all in one place.
So, I would like to get some opinions on something. With new responsibilities, etc. at work, I’m finding that I have a lot less time than I used to for getting online on Tumblr and writing. Which is making it difficult to keep my multiple blogs active despite often having muse and a lot of desire to write.
My question is, and would love if you could respond however you’re comfortable (replying to the post, sending an ask or IM, or hitting me up on Discord), would you be willing to follow me to a new multimuse/multifandom blog and interact with Derek (or other muses if you so choose) there? My main concern is the stigma that still seems to be around multimuse blogs, but I think this might be the best solution for me to be able to stay properly active like I want with everything all in one place.
Reminder that I will be flying out for vacation on Sunday and super busy doing tourist things for the next week. I will be available periodically on D. scord, however, which is available to mutuals.
stilesstylelinski:
Deep breaths, he’s reminded, and he has no idea how he keeps forgetting such a simple thing.
“Yeah. Yeah that sounds good.” Stiles offers, though he doesn’t really sound all that convinced.
He sticks his phone in the mount he’s gotten recently, and puts Derek on loudspeaker. He winces quite audibly when the movement causes whatever was wrong with his shoulder to protest.
He tries to ignore it and starts up the Jeep. One step at a time.
He’ll tell him to breathe as many times as it takes until he’s forced to get off the phone for his flight. “Stiles, I will be there as soon as I can and we will get you through this, okay? One step at a time. Starting with you getting yourself home when you’re ready,” he assured him gently, hating that while the other was on the verge of freaking out he was on the other side of the country and couldn’t help him.
Hearing the Jeep start up, Derek relaxes a touch. “Good... that’s a good start,” he praises gently, hoping Stiles takes the reassurance and it helps settle him enough that he can get home safely. “How far do you have to go to get home? How long will it take you?”
stilesstylelinski:
“Worth it…” Stiles agrees softly, letting out a shaky breath. He tries to keep his eyes inside the car–he doesn’t want them drifting towards the school again.
“I think it’s more duct-tape than car now. I was…I was fixing it tonight.” He offers vaguely, sounding a little stressed again, but he was handling it better now. He was more aware of himself.
“I got interrupted.”
“I figured.” Snorting quietly, Derek lets himself out of his condo and locks it up behind him. He shoots a quick text to the property manager to let him know that he’ll be out of town for a while and to keep an eye on the place and his mail. “You’re incorrigible. Don’t ever change.”
Smiling softly at the admission about his Jeep, Derek makes a mental note to take a look. He might not be a registered or trained mechanic, but he could do a little something, so he’d at least look and see what he could do. “Okay. So we’ll take a look when I get in, no big deal. I can help you do a bit better than duct tape, yeah? Deep breaths, Stiles.”
stilesstylelinski:
Stiles nods, nod that Derek can see that, and starts trying to wrack his brain for answers. “I, uh…I had to write an essay. I wrote it about collective punishment and how it’s a war crime under 1949 Geneva Conventions. I only wrote it as a way to get back at the teacher for punishing the whole class the week before.” He mumbles, leaning back a little in the drivers seat of the jeep, trying to relax a little.
If anyone was going to understand that it was an accident–and that Stiles didn’t have a choice, it was Derek. He kept telling himself that.
Letting himself smile a little, Derek kept packing as he listened to Stiles talking. He wasn’t really that surprised about his topic of choice. Or reasons for it.
“Yeah, that sounds like something you’d do. Hopefully it didn’t get you into more trouble, but I’m sure you’d consider it worth it,” he teased gently, slinging his rucksack over his shoulder. He grabbed his keys and wallet on his way out the door. “Keep talking to me, Stiles. How’s the Jeep running? You gonna need me to take a look at it while I’m there?”
stilesstylelinski:
Stiles makes a frustrated noise, as he tries to follow along with Derek’s words, sucking in a breath and holding it for the count of five–exhaling, and doing it again. He does that a few more times before trying to find his words again.
“No. I can’t…I can’t call him. He can’t know.” He mumbles helplessly into the phone, as his free hand grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckle are bone-white.
“I don’t want to drive just yet. I need…a minute.”
Something that Stiles feels he can’t tell Scott. Okay. This is definitely bad. Derek frowns and makes the confirmation on his phone for the flight.
“Okay... okay, just talk to me then. About anything. What was your last test in school?”
He didn’t really know what else to ask, but wanted to keep Stiles talking. If he was talking, he had to breathe. And breathing was good. Tucking his phone to his shoulder, Derek started grabbing things and shoving them into an old rucksack.
“Listen, I’m gonna head to the airport, okay? I want you to talk to me and when you feel ready to drive, I want you to go home, okay? Wherever you are, there’s nothing more you can do tonight, so I want you to go home, take a warm shower or bath, and get some sleep. I’ll be there in the morning and we’ll get this all figured out, I promise.”
stilesstylelinski:
Instead of taking the deep breath, he chokes out a miserable excuse for a laugh. Okay? Everything was so far from okay.
Still, he tries. He tries to calm his breathing, holding it for a few counts before allowing air to flow again
He’s trying his best to focus on that when Derek’s voice reaches him again through the phone.
“I’m here.” He offers, barely audible as he stares off towards the school. “I—I’m sitting in the jeep. I didn’t—I didn’t know what to do.”
“I know... I know. Right now it doesn’t seem that way, but it’ll be okay. Whatever’s going on, we’ll figure it out, okay? All you have to do for me right now is breathe, okay? I want you to just keep breathing. Whatever’s going on, I’ll be there in the morning and we’ll figure it out, I promise.”
He’s already booking his flight, mentally making a list of what he needs to throw into a bag to get him through a couple days, at least. He’s not sure what he’s going to be flying into, but it’s obvious that Stiles needs his help.
“Okay... is Scott there with you? Can you get home?”
notapackanimal:
“we’re not made for big cities. the size of beacon hills is big enough, i think.” plus, they were animals, deep down. they just needed nature around them. he followed derek inside, then taking a look around, following derek’s gestures and explanations. “alright. – food sounds good, actually. i’d just like to take a shower first, if that’s okay? i could really use one.” it was a hot day, and he was pretty sweaty, not smelling that nice anymore.
“No, we can survive them, but they’re not ideal. Being lost in the city was what I needed back then, but not anymore,” Derek mused, letting Theo look around. It was a small place, but it was more than enough room for him. Smiling slightly, Derek ducked his head and nodded. “Yeah, towels are in the closet behind the bathroom door, hot water heater can run for hours, so take your time.”
stilesstylelinski:
Stiles just sits there in silence on the other end for a moment—the only noises coming through the line being his panicked breathing, and restless fidgeting.
What was he supposed to say? What was his plan? He didn’t have one. He didn’t even know why he picked up the phone in the first place.
“Hey—Uh…Sorry. I don’t know why I…” He trails off, and tries to calm his breathing, which kept on hitching in his chest.
His free hand is drumming nervously on the steering wheel.
He knows those sounds and they’re not anything good. Not that he figured Stiles calling him would mean something good was happening, but he hadn’t expected him to be on the verge of panic. He’s already moving for his new phone before the younger male has a chance to speak.
“Stiles... it’s okay,” he says, keeping his voice calm but firm. “Listen to me, just take a deep breath. You can do that for me, right? Just take a deep breath.”
Fumbling with his phone, he somehow manages to pull up the internet browser, grateful that he’d become somewhat less technologically inept. It wasn’t easy to find a flight that would get him back to Beacon Hills on short notice, but there was one he might just make if he rushed.
“Stiles, you still with me? Where are you? Are you at home?”
stilesstylelinski:
@theblueeyedbeta
Slowly, one foot in front of the other, Stiles was moving.
He didn’t really remember making the choice to move, after picking up the library phone and calling the police, only to hang up again.
He knew this was bad—that it would look bad from every angle, so he grabbed his phone from Donovan’s body, and made his way out to his Jeep.
A policeman comes, checks the scene, and reports nothing out of the ordinary, all heard through the police scanner in Stiles’ Jeep.
But it was real. It had happened. The blood on Stiles’ hands proved that.
When he’s in the Jeep, thats when the reality of it all begins to sink in. Trembling hands reach for his phone, and his fingers act before his brain can catch up, dialing the only person he can think of.
The phone has been sitting there since he left. He kept it charged in case they ever reached out to him, but it never rang. He’d emailed once to say that he wasn’t coming back unless they need him to. But it never rang.
Derek got on with his life, starting a whole new one, basically. He wasn’t part of a pack, but was friendly enough with the local pack’s Alpha that he was welcome whenever he needed some contact. He had a job working in construction, keeping him busy and fit. He had a new phone, a new condo that he owned, but he still kept his old phone with his old number. But it never rang.
Until it did.
Startling slightly, Derek rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked around to his phone. It takes a second to realise that the ringing is coming from another source. His old phone. That’s enough to jolt him from his bed and running to the dresser where his phone had been laying silent for so long. He frowns when he sees the number and immediately flips it open.
“Stiles?”
notapackanimal:
theo nodded, a smile on his face. “it’s not that weird, actually.” he understood where derek was coming from. just some silence, nature. theo loved quiet woods, for example. it was simply relaxing and freeing. “– really? i’ll gladly take that offer.” it seemed like a nice place, after all. grabbing his bag from the back of his truck, he then followed derek towards the farmhouse.
“I’m glad that someone gets it. I tried going back to New York, but it was just... too big and too crowded. I needed the space and the quiet,” Derek admitted, smiling softly. He wasn’t sure why he felt so relieved that someone else got his desire for quiet and being close to nature. “Yeah, really. Don’t get a lot of guests out here, but I don’t mind company from time to time,” he admitted, pausing for a moment to let the other grab his things from the truck before leading him up to the house. He opened the door and let Theo go in first, following him into the space not quite long enough to be a front . “First door on the right is the bathroom, directly across from that is laundry if you have anything you want to wash. End of the hall, left is the spare room, right is my room. You hungry?”
notapackanimal:
“we’re supernaturals. we just find each other, for some reason.” and that was the truth, really. not even a nemeton was needed for it. “i mean – sure,” theo replied with a nod, taking another glance around. “so… a farm?”
Snorting quietly, Derek looked around the place, then shrugged. “Yeah, I know. Seems kinda out of character with the leather and the Camaro and everything, but it’s quiet... which is really fucking nice after everything,” he pointed out, grinning. Taking a step back, he half turned toward the small house and nodded. “C’mon in. Got a spare room if you need a place to crash for a night or two.”
Suddenly exhausted – not up for long tumblr things, but if anyone wants to do short things, I’m available on D. scord.
“I’m not going to fight you. You’re my friend.”
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@mccallofthewild
“We’re not having this discussion again, Scott. When the choice between which one of us gets out safely, the answer is you. You always get out first.”
