Stiles Stilinski

Really? Do people still watch werewolf movies? I thought the trend died in the 80′s. It should’ve stayed there, but I guess you can’t just simply kill a werewolf. We know that. Next time they should bury those trends with wolfsbane, probably will stay buried.

Your Dad is doing really well. Well, at least from what I can tell. Whenever I have the chance I spend some time with him. We go and have lunch, discuss some of the current events, he offers his advice and I help him with the bad cases, you know, the usual. BH has improved, you know? The Nemeton is growing and people are respecting the laws I’ve set. This town has became a true beacon for all supernaturals who think they are monsters without peace. I can’t say I help to reform them, but they do find a routine and a certain normality here. As much calm as this little town can offer.

As for me… well, to be absolutely honest, having you far from my home doesn’t feel good or better. I honestly feel like I’m missing a piece of me. I’ve held it together and most people don’t notice, but I do feel like I’m missing something here.

No, don’t come back. Not because I don’t want you here but, you know, your health is first.

I’ve been seeing a therapist. You know, an actual therapist for the supernatural who really cares and doesn’t have a hidden agenda. We’ve been going through the whole grief stages back and forth. There are days when I’m sad and some when I’m angry I couldn’t help you more. I’m getting better, but still… it’s hard, you know?

Good job on the degree! Keep those windows open because I may visit you when you get your degree. A celebration is to happen.

I’m glad you got everything under control, but I didn’t really expect something else, either. You’ve become a real leader. You’re doing good. And .. look, thank you for taking care of my dad, alright? I know he’ll be fine with you around.

Tell me more about te laws you set. Is it like, a curfew for supernatural creatures? Werewolves are allowed to be on the streets till 7pm, afterwards have to go back into the woods? No, but really, I’m curious.

Listen, I don’t want you to think I left because of you, or because you didn’t help me. This whole thing isn’t about me at all, alright? I didn’t leave because you let me down. You never did, you should know that. I miss you, too, but I’m still trying to convince myself it’s better this way. Sooner or later we’ll actually believe it, just wait for it. I mean, you know, you can still hit me up whenever you need some help, anyway. I’ll see what I can do, alright? Just in case the therapist starts annoying you. 

Does the pack still exist? Is Lydia doing alright? 

I don’t think you should visit anytime soon. Don’t get me wrong, I want to see you, but I’d probably give in and come back home with you, and I don’t want that. At least not yet. 

Take care, okay? 

Cosmo stood up once the door was open and couldn’t help but feel some kind of rise of anger at Stiles’ question, as if there would have been any other reason for Cosmo to have come to New York city, to be standing in his apartment, to be facing him than because he had come looking for Stiles. Anger, was easier to deal with than any other emotion and it showed in the way he clenched his fists and bit down hard against the inside of his own cheek.

Okay, no, honestly - he was scared. This had become his safe haven, in ways, a place Stiles felt in control at. Cosmo randomly showing up hadn’t been part of his plan, and somehow Stiles couldn’t help but suddenly feel rather vulnerable. Exposed. 

It took everything he had to keep himself from telling Cosmo to stay right where he was and not come one single step closer. His brother didn’t deserve to be treated like the villain of the story, when, really, Stiles had been the problem all along.

Bro:

This is weird, you know? I used to come to your place all the time and it’s kinda weird to not have you around. Mom keeps asking why the food keeps going bad and up until now it just hit me: it’s because you aren’t here.

It kinda sucks.

No, it majorly sucks.

But I understand. I never said anything before because I didn’t want to impose my feelings over you. I knew you needed the space, the time and the help. I just… you know, thought we were going to be together until we were old and even live nextdoor one another for our kids to play with each other.

It’s okay, I’m just slightly melancholic today.

How is NY?

I get it, really. This is going to sound stupid, but at the beginning I sometimes caught myself leaving the window open because I expected you to randomly come over. I should lock it twice to keep you out in case you get the dumb idea to actually come over, but sometimes I still keep it open just because. I guess it’s the kind of habit that’ll take some time to die.

I still feel bad because I left you and dad, but I’m trying to tell myself it’s for the better. Does it feel like it’s better for you? I’m still not completely sure, but hey, we’ll see how it goes.

Here’s something for you to laugh about though - I started watching the ‘15 most terrible werewolf movies of all times’, that’s actually a list I found on buzzfeed. It’s hilarious, though some of that stuff didn’t look that unrealistic after all. The average highschool werewolf has a lot in common with you. Except for the, you know, ‘average’.

NY is cool. I’m about to leave for some days, but I’ll start taking evening classes once I’m back. Hey, look at me actually getting my degree!

How are you? How is dad? 

   dean was almost always able to tell when someone was lying,     simply because he was an expert at it himself. he could easily     tell that stilinski was not telling him the ENTIRE truth ( indeed,     the pie had gone bad ). palm reached for the younger’s jacket,     fingers pulled stiles toward him before dean let go. 

              ‘ dude        talk to me. ’

“Sounds great, but no, I’ll pass.”

He couldn’t help but tense when Dean reached for his jacket, body going stiff, the feeling of losing control creeping up his neck and prickling hot underneath  his skin. A deep breath and his formerly formed fists unclenched again.