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          ❛   hey,    hey,    wake up.  ❜    he jostles her shoulder repeatedly,     choosing to be extra annoying for extra effect---     despite the fact that he’d been dozing only a few moments ago.    ❛   absolutely no sleeping allowed.   none.   ❜    especially not when he just barely managed to wake himself up before the creeping closer voice got him.

              “ You just had to make him think about it, didn’t you? ” He’s walking towards the girl, the smile on his lips anything but genuine. “ Oh, Allison. I liked you a lot better DEAD. ”  The laughter that follows is a low rumble in his chest;  fingers flicking as he gets used to owning this host again.  He’d had plans.  He wanted to wait for a certain moment when the pack was weakened. But sweet little Allison just had to come back and rather than accept the gift she’d gotten, question it and drag Stiles’ guards down with her.

         “ When will you stop fighting it? I can feel it, you know? It’s a part of me, after all. ”

          Scott’s stomach was upset with nervousness as he parked his bike in front of the Argent’s building. It would be the first time he’d really see Allison since her return from the dead. He’d saw her the night she returned but with everything that had been going on it hadn’t really been much of a reunion. This was... different. Now it would be calmer, they’d be able to talk. And they obviously had a lot to talk about. A lot had changed since the girl had died in his arms. 

                           The elevator ride up to their floor was excruciatingly slow, yet the alpha still felt a mix of dread when it dinged. He walked to their front door and took a deep breath before knocking. Chris answered and let him in, sending him Allison’s way. Mentally trying to gather his thoughts Scott knocked on the door to her bedroom. “Hey, it’s Scott. Can I come in?”

            EYES GLANCE AROUND THE ROOM STOPPING ON ALLISON. it was crazy to think how different this picture could have looked, and yet here they all were, they survived --- against all odd, after everything that had been thrown at them. they’d lost her, but she was back, a little different, stiles picked up on maybe more than most. sometime he wondered if he too had a little piece of the nogitsune left over from void. he’s never forget it, nor the guilt that losing allison left him with, even still. “ kinda crazy right? ---us, all here. funny how things work out.” he muses, offering the huntress a warm smile. “you okay, ally --- is everything okay --” he asks leaning in as if he was talking to her in some kind of code ( which, technically he was, but stiles didn’t see it that way ). 

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^ yah i jus think it looks cute

SEND IN A ❣ FOR A RANDOM KISS –– a cheek kiss.

THE NIGHT HAD GONE ON UNEVENTFULLY, no sirens in the distance signalling a threat, no rain of missed calls or messages informing of an untimely disaster and no sign of blood shed on the walls or the halls to their apartment. One night of god-given peace in a seemingly god-forsaken town. 

          Normalcy. Relief. Peace. 

Nearly three words he thought he could ever string together without “There is none” right before it. But for some reason the stars aligned tonight. The town had gone quiet and he can even hear the steady hum of Chris Argent behind closed doors, sleep or the lulling sound of it. An easy enough appeasement to ignore in favor of the rattling he feels in his chest now.

The fright that comes just at the end of the date –– the dread that is all too human, too Isaac from before and not the boy he tried to present himself now, with his leather jackets and leather boots. Too many thoughts racing. One far more incomprehensible than the other but he was sure enough safe to assume the worst each time. But it isn’t a date and they weren’t anything. Just two kids who happened to have went out on a night that lulled the world to quiet for a few hours. And still, its one simple thing that unravels him, –– unstrings him from head to toe. 

        Allison smiles and shit he was a goner.

ALL THOUGHT AND SENSIBILITY leaps straight out the window and all is left with a boy screaming at the top of his lungs: MAN OVERBOARD. Isaac stares as if that could make it better, as if that could remedy the crack she opens right in his chest where light can finally seep through. And he stares and he stares as she talks and she talks, spilling words like she was mumbling them and he breathes in every bit of it. Not wasting an ounce. Not leaving room for crumbles. Because he thinks, for once, maybe there could be room in his hallowed halls for all of it. 

She murmurs a good night, her hands clasped around the door knob and her smile so close to his he can taste it. There’s a smirk, unnaturally brazen in the moment,suddenly so certain of what he wants. Her. Her. Just her. But he pulls back at her next exhale, tilts his head just an angle and presses a single kiss to her cheek. 

         “Goodnight, Allison. I’ll see you tomorrow. “