“What's your name?”
He scratches at his cheek. “People call me Stiles.”
It sounds like something he came up with to make it harder to find him – assuming there's even anyone left to look for him. If he's out here, doing what he does, it's highly probable that he doesn't. “What's your real name?”
A smile, self-deprecating. “Does it matter? I don't have one anymore.”
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21 Mar 2016
All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He'll never have any of that again.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
21 Apr 2015
“You don’t look like a sophomore,” the guy said, raising one corner of his mouth. “Not that I care, don’t get me wrong here, I wouldn’t care if you were thirty-” he stopped, standing up and throwing another box off his bed in the process. “It’s just that you don’t look like thirty. You just don’t look like a sophomore, that’s all I’m saying. Well, I thought I was going to be put in a room with another sophomore, like they did with the freshmen, which… doesn’t make that much sense in retrospect, does it?” He frowned for a moment.
“So, we’re roommates then, right?” He extended his hand. Derek looked at him for a long moment, his eyebrows shooting up, before taking and slowly shaking it.
“I’m Stiles. I actually wanted to be roommates with my best friend Scott, we shared a room last year, but the secretary, who was very, very unfriendly by the way, told us to fuck off. Not in those words exactly, but you get my drift, right?”
In which Derek gets a new roommate and is not amused. At all.
Derek goes back to Beacon Hills to become a deputy, leaving his two sisters in New York. In Beacon Hills he finds a new best friend, a new pack and maybe even love. But there are also a rogue Alpha and crazy hunters disturbing the peace of Beacon Hills.
Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.