Hot Nurse™

“ i’m so sorry! i wasn’t supposed to be at work today, but they called when you were asleep -- you know how it is. i didn’t wanna wake you, so i just figured i’d try to be back as fast as i could. did i miss anything? did you see your friends? did chris show you the bike?  --- oh god! did i ruin it? you knew, right? please tell me you knew ‘cause if i ruined it i’m never gonna forgive myself! ”  she’s aware that she might be fussing, but no matter how old scott gets, he’s always gonna be her baby. she never wanted to make a habit of missing his birthday. all she can do is make up for it now, and she’s punctuating each whirlwind sentence with another kiss somewhere on his face.  “ you get to pick dinner, okay? anything you want. ” / @hastodosomething

“ honey, this is all temporary. and if hiding for now is what it’s gonna take to keep you all safe and to protect the people of beacon hills, it’s worth it. you hide for now, and then you fight back. you fight back when you know you can win. ” / @hastodosomething

“ your son isn’t here. neither is mine. whatever it is you’re looking for-- you won’t find it here. ”  she’s trying to ignore the way her voice wavers, almost as obvious as her hands that shake around a gun she doesn’t really know how to use. but she won’t lower it. not for him. not for gerard. she’ll keep her aim as steady as she can, willing herself to remain strong as she slowly backs out of the kitchen.  “ just-- just don’t move ------ what is it you want, exactly? ” / @huntswolves

[ sms / scott ]: maybe you could go get dinner with stiles? [ sms / scott ]: at his house [ sms / scott ]: sorry honey xx [ sms / scott ]: will pay you back for whatever you get??

          “ it was almost more. much more. ”  there’s a hint of shame in the way she clears her throat, lets her gaze settle on the floor as if waiting for the bitter taste to pass. such casual talk of money is always hard to swallow; for the last year she’s been saving every spare dollar, every dime she could dig out from beneath the couch cushions in the hopes of sending scott to college with at least something to get him started, even if it meant days without power for being unwilling to just borrow from the pot one more time. so many months struggling to barely even scrounge together 200 bucks and in one throwaway moment, chris wants to double it. triple it. round it up. as if a thousand dollars is nothing more than pocket change. god, she appreciates the gesture  ( loves him for wanting to take care of her son )  but it’s as if she’s worked so hard for nothing, dragged her aching body through double shifts to provide for her son, all for someone else to come along and effortlessly provide better. it’s too much.  “ i argued him down to 500. at least, there’s 500 that i know about. it’s just to help you guys find your feet. it’ll cover-- groceries and pizza. for a few months. at least. ”

          “ if they’re gonna make me wait until september every single year for these babies, you’re damn right i’m gonna drink as many as humanly possible until fall ends or i die from a caffeine overdose -- whichever comes first. i’m a nurse. our blood is 99% caffeine. you’d be surprised how much i can endure. ”

[ sms // scott ]: oops :) xx

 @hastodosomething post-613 pls

          oh, that has her tensing; just a split second where her grip tightens before it releases again in a valiant attempt to mask any reaction she might’ve had. she has to hope he doesn’t hear the spike in her heart rate, or sense the sudden nervousness that radiates from her with his accusations.  “ yeah! ”  she's aiming for casual, but her voice is a little too enthusiastic, an energetic response that only makes her sound as if she’s over-compensating -- no doubt only made worse by the hint of a blush that paints her cheeks, and the way she slowly releases him and steps back; clears her throat in an attempt to regain the illusion of composure.  “ yeah, he-- he fought and killed a ghost rider. two of ‘em. it was--- ”  hot   “ --- it was amazing. ”

          in moments like this, she’s never resented his werewolf powers so much. it’s almost heartbreaking to know he’ll feel the truth no matter how calm and strong she appears on the surface; she cannot hide from him the fear that grew with every passing moment in the train station, or the panic from the thought of never seeing her son again that’s only beginning to fade now he’s in her arms. if not for chris, she might still be trapped or worse, gone forever, but instead she’s here. and scott is here. the gratitude is enough to have her eyes stinging with unshed tears -- she might’ve thanked chris a little aggressively in the moment.  “ me too, honey. and you’re safe. i was so worried. ”

          “ oh, sweetheart. ”  arms wrap tight around her son, holding him close the way she knows he needs. her fingers reach to stroke softly through his hair and she’s turning her head to kiss him -- wherever her lips first reach; it doesn’t matter.  “ it’s not your fault. they were gonna take us all anyway. all that matters is that we’re safe now. everyone’s safe. ” / @hastodosomething cont.