Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hypercompetent) wrote2013-05-05 06:58 pm
hypercompetent) wrote2013-05-05 06:58 pm
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IC INBOX
text > voicemail > email > whatever!
text > voicemail > email > whatever!
[ guess who just saw derek's post.
guess who is feeling immense amounts of mom-guilt for hiding away for days. ]
Stiles? Are you okay? Please answer me.
guess who is feeling immense amounts of mom-guilt for hiding away for days. ]
Stiles? Are you okay? Please answer me.
[ it's an hour or so later when he does actually get to see this message, and Stiles is quick to respond to it. ]
yeah
i'm okay now
are you?
yeah
i'm okay now
are you?
[ she doesn't fret for that entire hour or so. not at all. ]
Are you sure? Did he get to you too?
[ not going to answer that question because mm doesn't want to lie to stiles but she also doesn't want to talk about how so very not okay she is. ]
Are you sure? Did he get to you too?
[ not going to answer that question because mm doesn't want to lie to stiles but she also doesn't want to talk about how so very not okay she is. ]
i
[ he thinks about lying to her for a minute but--all he can think of his mom, his dad, and he just can't. ]
yeah, he did
physically i'm fine, now
that whole jack-in-the-box death thing, haha
mentally is kind of a crapshoot but that's ok
[ he thinks about lying to her for a minute but--all he can think of his mom, his dad, and he just can't. ]
yeah, he did
physically i'm fine, now
that whole jack-in-the-box death thing, haha
mentally is kind of a crapshoot but that's ok
text ∿ it's not as satisfying when you're not right next to me ;A;
hypercompetent
- 2014-02-20 00:07 (UTC) - Expandwhat?
whoa, deja vu
[ well that was out of nowhere. ]
whoa, deja vu
[ well that was out of nowhere. ]
oh
dude.
scott doesn't hate anyone
like, i don't even think he hates deucalion and that guy's a huge douche
he never hated derek (and believe me he totally had reason to, *i* hated him for a while)
he might get upset, but i doubt he hates you
i don't know where he's from at home or anything
...but i guess i can...ask him or something, if you want?
that's good i guess
it's probably better to be honest
dude.
scott doesn't hate anyone
like, i don't even think he hates deucalion and that guy's a huge douche
he never hated derek (and believe me he totally had reason to, *i* hated him for a while)
he might get upset, but i doubt he hates you
i don't know where he's from at home or anything
...but i guess i can...ask him or something, if you want?
that's good i guess
it's probably better to be honest
someone is quietly not telling anyone Scott is anchorless but he doesn't want stiles to get hurt c:
algidity
- 2014-03-17 04:15 (UTC) - ExpandU G H isaac is just like unsure if he's having a heart attack or being touched by how nice stiles is
algidity
- 2014-03-17 04:38 (UTC) - Expanddude my lips are sealed
she's alive here and i wanna keep pretending that's what it's like at home, too
she's alive here and i wanna keep pretending that's what it's like at home, too
[ Between Stiles coming back a wreck and... well, Erica also coming back a wreck and alive, Derek's nerves have been a little frayed. If asked, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell anyone how much (or little) sleep that he got the entire week Stiles was missing, if only because the fact that his things were still in the mansion didn't really mean much of anything in the grand scheme of things. For as much as he hates what Wonderland does to them, he fears what could happen at home. What could happen in the unknown corners of this place.
His fears are, unfortunately, proven right by leaps and bounds with the way Stiles came back. It's led to a couple days where he's entrusted the pack to Scott, to Cora and Isaac, made sure that Erica was safe but had full focus on trying to keep Stiles together. Just touching him has automatically triggered his pain sapping, which is... bizarre. It's never happened like that before-- he's always had control over it-- but it's a staggering amount of pain.
That he willingly takes.
Exhausted as it leaves him, though, he's opted to do something small that requires a quick trip into the kitchen. Upon returning to their room, he has a box on-hand, he's immediately moving for Stiles, gravitating. ]
His fears are, unfortunately, proven right by leaps and bounds with the way Stiles came back. It's led to a couple days where he's entrusted the pack to Scott, to Cora and Isaac, made sure that Erica was safe but had full focus on trying to keep Stiles together. Just touching him has automatically triggered his pain sapping, which is... bizarre. It's never happened like that before-- he's always had control over it-- but it's a staggering amount of pain.
That he willingly takes.
Exhausted as it leaves him, though, he's opted to do something small that requires a quick trip into the kitchen. Upon returning to their room, he has a box on-hand, he's immediately moving for Stiles, gravitating. ]
[ he's getting better. that much is blatantly obvious. maybe it's being completely separated from the nogitsune, or maybe it's wonderland working its magic--whatever it is, stiles is starting to get healthier. but it's only the second day since he's come back, and when he woke up, he'd completely forgotten about the date. back home, it was just a little past halloween, starting to tumble towards winter, but here? here it was april.
here it was his birthday.
he's spent the past day trying to sleep, curled up in the bed that he and derek had been sharing for a couple of months now. there's really nothing for him to be guilty about here--he's even been informed that lydia's returned--but with erica being back and lydia looking at him like she's terrified, stiles isn't so keen on the idea of sleep. in fact, he's pretty sure if he closes his eyes, the nogitsune's going to show up again, grab him and force him to destroy wonderland in the way it had in beacon hills.
but as it stands, he's currently staring kind of listlessly off into the distance, thinking about something. when the door opens, it takes his attention again, and stiles glances down at the box, brows raising. ] What's that?
here it was his birthday.
he's spent the past day trying to sleep, curled up in the bed that he and derek had been sharing for a couple of months now. there's really nothing for him to be guilty about here--he's even been informed that lydia's returned--but with erica being back and lydia looking at him like she's terrified, stiles isn't so keen on the idea of sleep. in fact, he's pretty sure if he closes his eyes, the nogitsune's going to show up again, grab him and force him to destroy wonderland in the way it had in beacon hills.
but as it stands, he's currently staring kind of listlessly off into the distance, thinking about something. when the door opens, it takes his attention again, and stiles glances down at the box, brows raising. ] What's that?
[ The fact that Stiles is awake doesn't particularly surprise him all that much. What little sleep he has been getting in the past day has been brief and resulted in the teenager jerking himself awake again, leaving Derek reassuring him that everything was okay, he was safe, nothing was going to happen. He is, after the past week, effectively exhausted but still refuses to properly sleep if Stiles doesn't. The closest he's gotten has been dozing, and he's fine with that. ]
Show you in a minute. [ Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he reaches up and brushes his knuckles against his temple. It's brief contact, reassurance that's instinctive for him to give, both as a wolf in a pack and as someone worried for the wellbeing of a person he cares a great deal about. The moment there's skin on skin, he feels the twinge of pain, sees a flash of his veins filling with black. But he doesn't jerk back from it, and instead drops his hand down to slot his hand over his pulse.
Thumbing at it, he ignores the way pain settles on him. There's a lot in Stiles, and he's not surprised from what he's been told so far. But his body processes it better than Stiles' can without the nogitsune in it, so he's willing to take it bit by bit until Wonderland works its magic or he just saps it all out of him. ]
Show you in a minute. [ Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he reaches up and brushes his knuckles against his temple. It's brief contact, reassurance that's instinctive for him to give, both as a wolf in a pack and as someone worried for the wellbeing of a person he cares a great deal about. The moment there's skin on skin, he feels the twinge of pain, sees a flash of his veins filling with black. But he doesn't jerk back from it, and instead drops his hand down to slot his hand over his pulse.
Thumbing at it, he ignores the way pain settles on him. There's a lot in Stiles, and he's not surprised from what he's been told so far. But his body processes it better than Stiles' can without the nogitsune in it, so he's willing to take it bit by bit until Wonderland works its magic or he just saps it all out of him. ]
[ you know, caroline's a little intense when it comes to people. she's had tyler leave her not only once, but twice — and she's had her friends abandon her for the dust. to hear that stiles is gone almost makes her heart sink, but caroline doesn't accept pessimism at all. she scours all of wonderland over the days that he is missing — and some when he returns — before she decides that, one: it's kind of horrible for her to never have learned where his room was, for this would be so easier if she just knew which floor to go on and press her ear intently to the door, and two: she hadn't noticed he was gone until his friend with the blue, puppy eyes had said something. ]
[ he deserves an apology, so he gets an ass whooping instead. ]
You can't just tease me about picking me first for your lacrosse team and leave, Stiles!
[ he deserves an apology, so he gets an ass whooping instead. ]
You can't just tease me about picking me first for your lacrosse team and leave, Stiles!
[ stiles gets the text when he first returns to wonderland, but he doesn't get the chance to properly read it until he's settled in bed, wrapped up in a bunch of blankets. it makes him grin on sight, struck with affection for her, and he goes to tap out a reply. ]
don't worry I just went on vacation!
sorta
it wasn't a very happy vacation
but it was still vacation :P
you're still first line, don't worry
don't worry I just went on vacation!
sorta
it wasn't a very happy vacation
but it was still vacation :P
you're still first line, don't worry
text » will you hate me if i told you i did that on purpose?
disparage
- 2014-04-20 11:38 (UTC) - Expandtext ∿ backdated to closer to when he came back/after derek contacts her
cinnamonie
2014-04-19 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Whenever you feel up to it, I'd love to see you. I know you just got back so feel free to ignore this until you're ready to talk, but I'm just letting you know I'm here.
text ∿ ♥ btw i've had the other thread open for DAYS i just need to finish it jfc.
hypercompetent
2014-04-22 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
you have no idea how good it'd be to see you too, Mary Margaret.
[ although he's not sure if she really wants to see him in the state he's in right now. ]
I missed you
or well
when i got back to the mansion and realized that i'd been gone i missed you
stupid memory taking haha
that just made this sound even more stupid but i did, i really did
[ although he's not sure if she really wants to see him in the state he's in right now. ]
I missed you
or well
when i got back to the mansion and realized that i'd been gone i missed you
stupid memory taking haha
that just made this sound even more stupid but i did, i really did
Edited 2014-04-22 05:51 (UTC)
[ he can't see it, but she's absolutely beaming when she realizes he's responded. beaming, but also hurt, hurting for him. ]
I can bring something by if you're hungry, or if you're craving something in particular. I'm just glad you came back, really. Memory lapses are...well. They're something you can get used to.
Just let me know when.
[ she doesn't want to bring up that hole she felt when he'd left. when she realized he might not come back. doesn't want to bring up the fact she's still more worried then glad he's back after what she heard from derek.
but she wants to see him, that much is simple. ]
I can bring something by if you're hungry, or if you're craving something in particular. I'm just glad you came back, really. Memory lapses are...well. They're something you can get used to.
Just let me know when.
[ she doesn't want to bring up that hole she felt when he'd left. when she realized he might not come back. doesn't want to bring up the fact she's still more worried then glad he's back after what she heard from derek.
but she wants to see him, that much is simple. ]
[ saying caroline's a little drunk is kind of an understatement. ever since she's found the bar on the fifth floor, she's found herself a permanent fixture there over the last few days after lena's disappearance. she should've known better, to leave her phone in her room. but, here she is, sitting in the bar, and she decides to dial stiles' number and leave him a rather lengthy voice message of mariah's hero. even though it's meant to be about her boasting, why not stroke someone else's ego? ]
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
[ for your convenience, caroline sounds like this. and with a whoops, she hangs up. ]
And then a hero comes along
With the strength to carry on
And you cast your fears aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
And you'll finally see the truth
That a hero lies in you
[ for your convenience, caroline sounds like this. and with a whoops, she hangs up. ]
Edited (LINK) 2014-04-28 09:15 (UTC)
[ stiles, to his credit, listens to the whole thing. he covers his face halfway through, but he laughs anyway, because oh my god. caroline, you're hilarious. and yes, he is a little bit touched. ]
I'm keeping that forever, consider yourself blackmailable. :) Thank you.
I'm keeping that forever, consider yourself blackmailable. :) Thank you.
[ caroline smacks her forehead against the counter and mutters ow. with her chin pressed against it, she narrows her eyes as she tries to type her message. ]
NOOOOOOO
Y Ou are to deLETE it ST ILNI SKY!!!!
IMMUSHLY !!!
[ she's better at texting while drunk when her elbows aren't planted on the counter and her gaze can barely see what she's typing. ]
NOOOOOOO
Y Ou are to deLETE it ST ILNI SKY!!!!
IMMUSHLY !!!
[ she's better at texting while drunk when her elbows aren't planted on the counter and her gaze can barely see what she's typing. ]
[ Stiles did you think you were done being afraid? ]
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[ it's been about three weeks since stiles returned from home. healthy, sane, and only haunted by the memories of the nogitsune, he was even starting to sleep more. it's after one of these longer nights, a full eight hours, that he stumbles into the bathroom in his and derek's room and yawns, then stares at the mirror.
wake up wake up wake up
frozen to the spot, it hits him like being struck with lightning and stiles stares with wide, horrified eyes; the panic swells up in his chest and he stumbles backwards, hand shooting down to count his fingers, vision blurring a little as he starts to try and breathe, in and out in and out this is real--
his back hits the wall and he turns his gaze away, wheezing in sharply and crumpling to the floor in a panic attack.
needless to say, it's the last night of good sleep he'll have for a while. ]
wake up wake up wake up
frozen to the spot, it hits him like being struck with lightning and stiles stares with wide, horrified eyes; the panic swells up in his chest and he stumbles backwards, hand shooting down to count his fingers, vision blurring a little as he starts to try and breathe, in and out in and out this is real--
his back hits the wall and he turns his gaze away, wheezing in sharply and crumpling to the floor in a panic attack.
needless to say, it's the last night of good sleep he'll have for a while. ]
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