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a hug a day: stiles & scott hug after stiles is worried he might have the same sickness who his mother died from, in 3x18.

                              ♡  DEATH   &   THE   MAIDEN.  ♡

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Scott rolls his eyes at him and his bullshit excuse, “No, you’re not,” he battles, calling him out on his LIE, not ready to give up on him leaving the house. He can’t just watch him sit there anymore, it was TORTURE. And he knew it must be torture for him, too.

“We’re going,” he orders his friend, tossing him his jacket, “the kids can get over it,” he eases, caring less about children being scared and more about Stiles getting some FRESH AIR. An important part of his recovery is learning to navigate the outside world by himself, even if he is content with becoming a hermit. But Scott knows Stiles better than that, and he knows he’s scared of the unknown. He’s FAR from content.

“We can go get some food, too. We should both eat,” he suggests, not wanting to force a burger down his throat but wanting him to accept it. “We can get whatever you want, chinese, pizza, burgers, anything. It’s on me, alright?” Maybe the offer of FREE FOOD would be enough to sway him. He doubts it, knowing how scarce his appetite has been, but maybe.

He knows this SUCKS. For Stiles, for him, for everyone. There was nothing good, nothing REDEEMABLE about this situation, and he wasn’t going to try to sprinkle candied positivity on a pile of shit. “Alright, you want me to say it? This is awful. It’s traumatic. And life fucking sucks right now, but that’s not any reason to turn away a chance to get out and breathe. You can go back to being bitter about it when we come back home.” He didn’t care if Stiles was bitter about it while they were out, even. As long as he hauls his ass outside, he can be as CRANKY as he wants. He’s been through some rough shit. He deserves to be angry at the world.

He’s mildly surprised when he’s hit with fabric, face twisting with blatant annoyance as Scott goes on.  In a way he was expecting this conversation to have happened sooner, if not with Scott than someone else.  But of course his dad was barely hanging on, likely only resisting the liquor cabinet in case Stiles needed him to help navigate through the house for something.  No one else visited that often, certainly not as often as Scott did, and none of them were as close to Stiles as he was to begin with.  They’ve all been shunned with the same bitter silence that the human was falling into so naturally anyway.  No one dared dig beyond surface level of the situation.

Even the patient alpha had his breaking point.  He knew Stiles best, after all.  He knew he could push without breaking him.  A part of him resents that fact; almost wants to prove him wrong just to make it stop, but between his pride and the fact he truthfully cared for Scott much more than he was annoyed with him, Stiles would never be able to bring himself to do such a thing.

So he settles for glaring at the moving smudge in his vision that was his friend, hands fisting the fabric that hit him for long moments while the other talks.  Begrudgingly, he does realize he wasn’t going to win easily.  If he argued much more Scott could just throw him over his shoulder and walk out.  Even before this, in his best shape, Stiles was still human and no match for Scott’s strength.

"I would never," he replies, honest. Not when he's still healing, not when he's still so VULNERABLE. He was here to make all of this a little easier on him, not harder.

Scott guides him toward the door, a hand settled in the small of his back, letting him feel around for the knob before he swings it open, slow to take his first step outside since his incident. "I've got you," he reassures him, helping him onto the porch before breaking their touch to lock the wooden barrier behind them.

There were a few missteps on their way, but Scott had managed to get him to the dog park unharmed and unscathed. He was relieved it was going so well, and Stiles wasn't complaining too too much. Scott opened the gate, herding him inside like a sheep with a hand on his shoulder.

There were a few dogs in the park today, tails wagging, running around after one another. Scott wishes Stiles could see them, he's sure he does too, but he tries to put that thought in the back of his mind as he approaches one of the owners.

"Hi, I'm Scott, this is Stiles," he gestures to his friend beside him, "Could we maybe pet your dog?" He asks outright, not really wanting to get into the whole 'my friend is blind' thing. He's sure it was easy to tell, anyway.

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed