S. Stilinski

“— - yeah. Why? What’s up?” What’s happened? The thought drives it’s way through his mind before he can stop it. A stray slip of old; the aching familiarity of his— -

Derek pushes himself up off the rock; knife and small wooden figure clasped loosely in his hands. It’s dusk; the last dying rays of light dipping beneath the horizon. Long shadows creep up against the sides of the trees not facing the sun.

Not because of anything they did, but the fact Deaton has been drowning him with godforseeing paperwork.

Arms came to wrap around the male, noticing how tense noticing the slight discomfort,

"Hey, Hey. I am sorry, we haven't talked. I'm here now. After all; I am finally done with Deaton sessions. Plus I missed you." He exhaled, thankfully Stiles made up for Derek's lack of wordusage.

“I don't know, it's probably just the flu.”

“We sing together.”

“It's not safe here.”

“If she's unprepared, your life is in danger.”

“I don't know what you and her were doing all night, but I do know that between the two of you at least one of you has got to have a phone.”

“Besides, it's more fun to break the rules than to follow them.”

“He has longed to reunite with this necklace.”

“But the protections are wearing off.”

“They can't keep me prisoner here.”

“I'm so sorry it had to be this way.”

“Must have been one hell of a nightmare.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Okay, you're not making any sense.”

“If we go back there, we come up into the basement.”

“So, uh, bring on the runes.”

“There are layers to reality.”

“In battle, our hearts beat as one.”

“That's not possible.”

“Come on, cheer up.”

“Your family always used to welcome strays.”

“It makes new Shadowhunters.”

“You were a loyal follower, a brilliant soldier.”

“Your dad was in the Circle, too?”

“Damn it, just think this through.”

“I'm not afraid of the Silent Brothers.”

“A little too much in my opinion.”

“Plus, there's something I need in here.”

“Best friends.”

“I'd love to cut his throat.”

“I have to stop him.”

“Because you just said that you were swamped with work.”

“I believe in payment for services rendered.”

“And then I'd lure her to me and leverage her life for the Cup.”

“— - yeah. Why? What’s up?” What’s happened? The thought drives it’s way through his mind before he can stop it. A stray slip of old; the aching familiarity of his— -

Derek pushes himself up off the rock; knife and small wooden figure clasped loosely in his hands. It’s dusk; the last dying rays of light dipping beneath the horizon. Long shadows creep up against the sides of the trees not facing the sun.

As the others gaze fell into his eyesight. A roll of his head, fingers reached out; to place against his shoulders.

". . I'm fine Der. I just haven't reminded you lately. I know you've been okay emotionally. But, i just wanted you to remember okay?"

A deep, sigh passed through the single line of his lips; rearranging his body wearily on the couch next to him. “- Stiles; the only thing dark is the inside of your eyelids.” Patience had never been a Hale trait; but Derek was nothing if not determined. The slow; only slightly snarky volume of his voice was enough to display his stifled amusement.

Derek would not laugh. 

 “- If you opened them, you wouldn’t have this problem.” Measured; Derek took his time with his words. 

“You know, the Pope is intelligent right? Intelligent, brave; just like you.”

"If I don't stop talking, you're gonna shift? Shift into a soft, fluffy wolf?" He mused, the smirk not wavering, palms moving towards his shoulders. To attempt to rid the tension.

A deep, sigh passed through the single line of his lips; rearranging his body wearily on the couch next to him. “- Stiles; the only thing dark is the inside of your eyelids.” Patience had never been a Hale trait; but Derek was nothing if not determined. The slow; only slightly snarky volume of his voice was enough to display his stifled amusement.

Derek would not laugh. 

 “- If you opened them, you wouldn’t have this problem.” Measured; Derek took his time with his words. 

"You know, the Pope is intelligent right? Intelligent, brave; just like you."

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

[text]: I’m doing this for my boobs. They miss him.

[text]: I AM SUCH A BETTER PERSON ON DRUGS

[text]: We’re bowling witha frozen turkey in the hallway…ur missing out

[text]: I’m sitting on our balcony drunk. And in my underwear. Our relationship with our neighbors may improve.

[text]: two words: fractured penis. two more: emergency room.

[text]: I feel like captain Morgan put his peg leg up my ass

[text]: Because i love you. And people show love by not letting their friends shit themselves.

[text]: According to google history I spent most of last night trying to buy an elephant.

[text]: You were yelling at the cops across the street saying they were at the wrong party

[text]: I’m going to CVS to meet the Craigslist guy who is going to buy my underwear. If I don’t text you within the next hour, plz assume that I have been abducted by a stranger with an underwear fetish.

[text]: What’s Spanish for “I shouldn’t have worn these underwear to work?”

[text]: Also if i get drunk and start crying about the elephants you all have my permission to abandon me.

[text]: YOU IS KIND. YOU IS SMART. YOU IS IMPORTANT. YOU IS CLEANING YOUR OWN VOMIT.

[text]: Hey, it’s not my fault that you had a shitty bed frame that couldn’t handle the rough sex you’re into.

[text]: I have a tab of a google image search of onion rings open and it is making me so happy.

[text]: I just wrote the Drag Queen from Saturday Night on FB and apologized for licking her. Weirdest thing I have ever typed…

[text]: You couldn’t even walk but you came into the kitchen with the funnel and begged me to put beer in it

[text]: I genuinely attribute some of my blowjob skills to playing saxophone in highschool

[text]: I still don’t know his name but his ass is spectacular. Like he should never wear pants.

[text]: Woke up with an e-cig stuck in my asshole. Explain.

[text]: A surplus of mistakes were made and I don’t know what 89% of them were.

[text]: OK BUT WHO THE FUCK FORGTS A LIVE CHICKEN IN MY HOUSE

[text]: Come over. Bring cocaine. And my t shirt with the dolphin on it.

[text]: Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him

[text]: I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn’t drink tequila.

[text]: I want my tombstone to read “making poor life decisions since 1993”

[text]: Called Apple, my penis pics are safe.

[text]: I just bought a bottle of lube for my car.

[text]: Kid got so high from the brownies he forgot his own name. Welcome to college.

[text]: I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.

[text]: When you licked the fourth stranger’s cheek the bar tender pretty much ordered us to get you out.

[text]: Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.

[text]: i mean hes a break dancing puerto rican, how do you think the sex was?

[text]: That tampon felt like a stick in my vagina, I am never making a drunken tampon choice again. Friends don’t let friends choose tampons drunk.

[text]: I thought I would be a proper lady and put my spare panties in a ziplock

[text]: I have a terrible feeling that I made out with a fraternity last night

[text]: Wall of shame with a backpack full of beer bottles, cowboy hat in hand, and a handlebar mustache. I was applauded by a passing car

[text]: I know the wedding is going to be a good time, I don’t have to wear a bra with my dress

[text]: Can you get snapchat back so I can show you all the places I threw up in/on last night?

[text]: Woke up eating a pickle on the bathroom floor this morning in some random guys sweat pants.

[text]: I know you saw me get knocked out after I stepped on that rake why did you leave me there

[text]: She definitely peed in a bucket in their closet last night. We should warn them about that, right?

[text]: We fired a shoe out of a medieval cannon. I know not where we got either one.

[text]: So my booty call knows your bf. Apparently they were in jail together

[text]: That’s a lot of judgement coming from a man wearing a dress made from a bedsheet.

[text]: I fell into a manhole last night, so there’s that

[text]: Well.. If you trust a test that only costs a dollar, I’m not pregnant

[text]: Woke up in bushes at UT didn’t know I was Austin last night

[text]: I wouldn’t know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.

[text]: Turns out the dorm toilet can’t take a punch. Gonna be a long year without Mexican food.

[text]: I have an interview tomorrow and listed you as a reference. If they call you, please don’t tell them about the time I smuggled a Chalupa out of Taco Bell in my underwear.

[text]: How do you get kicked out of 3 different Subways in one night..

[text]: Mom told me you snuck booze into a concert in a cheez its box…I have never been prouder to be related to you

[text]: I straight up told your dad I’ve slept with a majority of your family

A deep, sigh passed through the single line of his lips; rearranging his body wearily on the couch next to him. “- Stiles; the only thing dark is the inside of your eyelids.” Patience had never been a Hale trait; but Derek was nothing if not determined. The slow; only slightly snarky volume of his voice was enough to display his stifled amusement.

Derek would not laugh. 

 “- If you opened them, you wouldn’t have this problem.” Measured; Derek took his time with his words. 

Lips curling into a small grin as a palm came across the tanned face, "Me innocent? Correction, I have innocent eyes? If I am innocent, you are the pope Der."

A deep, sigh passed through the single line of his lips; rearranging his body wearily on the couch next to him. “- Stiles; the only thing dark is the inside of your eyelids.” Patience had never been a Hale trait; but Derek was nothing if not determined. The slow; only slightly snarky volume of his voice was enough to display his stifled amusement.

Derek would not laugh. 

 “- If you opened them, you wouldn’t have this problem.” Measured; Derek took his time with his words. 

"Relax Der. It's a hypothetical saying, after all; didntya know eyes are the windows of the soul?"

A groan had quietly left his mouth, before fingers grabbing the edge of his shirt, "Excuse you, I'm not tired." Correction: He was, but it was the first night Derek was back from hunting.

Is it a curse to want to spend time with him?