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100 Drabbles - Table Set 2

#32 – Aggressive

So maybe Isaac hadn’t quite meant to be that aggressive, but it came with the territory of his wolf form. When Stiles had told him that he wanted to try having sex with him in his wolfed-out state, Isaac hadn’t said no. In fact, he’d fantasized about doing that a time or two himself.

It went without saying that his wolf form unleashed a near uncontrollable animal instinct in him, and hard and fast doggie style had given Stiles quite the sore ass. In the aftermath, Isaac would feel like a total asshole, but in the moment? Totally fucking hot.

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DRABBLE CHALLENGE || 50 Drabbles ( Table #2 )

15. DEATH
Lydia was a signal for death. She learnt to use the skill, her scream, to listen to the death-warnings which recently could be a chance to save a life... not show up just to find the body.

Now, when she needed her gift for someone she loved dearly, she was finding herself gagged. Black-magic was preventing her from screaming... without the scream, she couldn’t hear the warning. She couldn’t even speak, she couldn’t tell anyone what was happening. If death came here, the blood would be on all their hands and they may never be able to wash it off.

Lydia Martin || Teen Wolf
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40. BEST-FRIEND
Allison had been Lydia’s best-friend. Now she was gone. It was a shock to everyone, but considering what they had been dealing with, they knew someone dying was always possible. None of what had happened could stop the feelings she realised may have been underlying for Scott all along.

It wasn’t her intention to taint Allison or Aiden’s memory, but the Beacon Hills High gossip mill was rife, calling her a slut and accusing her of honing in on her dead best-friend’s boyfriend. She wasn’t going to apologise when no one could understand what the pack had been through together.

Lydia Martin || Teen Wolf
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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] 100 Drabbles, Table 3, #92

SAVE

Stiles didn’t know if they were going to be too late to save Isaac and Aengus. The chance that they still could was the only thing stopping him from losing his shit. It was a miracle he wasn’t an emotional wreck. Lydia’s scream had ripped through him like a shard of glass and he was about ready to write himself off as a failure.

But failure meant death, and what would any of this be worth if he lost the love of his life? It wouldn’t be. If he failed this time, he knew he would never recover from it.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] 100 Drabbles, Table 3, #83

WEATHER

The weather was getting warmer, and it was helping Stiles start to get back on top of himself after everything that had happened. He wouldn’t say he was feeling back to normal yet, but he was ready to welcome the summer and chill out with his friends.

Maybe he could even manage to have days where he went back to feeling like a normal teenager again. And the first stop was going to be filling a condom with water and throwing it at his boyfriend across the backyard. Fitting start to the warmer weather, if he did say so himself.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #31

HEARTBEAT

Once again, Stiles was torn from a tormented sleep with a hoarse scream. He shot up in bed, trying to pull his wet t-shirt away from his sweat-soaked body, his heartbeat feeling like it was echoing through his whole body, thumping wildly and loudly in his ears.

It was the same nightmare. Isaac lying pale and unmoving in a narrow box, and that was the only detail Stiles could recollect. He had tried not to go to sleep, for fear this would happen again. He was angry at himself for not finding the missing puzzle pieces. Time was running out.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #52

FASHION

Stiles’ fashion sense was about as fabulous as a Mickey D’s uniform. He frequently caught Lydia giving him a side-eye look like she was calculating how to drug him and kidnap him to the nearest designer outlet by telling him they were holding a Star Wars convention.

Though, he had to admit, he was extremely wary of the myth that if you didn’t buy good supportive underwear, you could become impotent. Maybe it was just a myth, but one could never tempt fate with that particular part of the anatomy, could they? So it was Calvin Klein all the way.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #64

DÉJÀVU

Déjàvu or history-repeating, Stiles didn’t care what concept to go with, he just wished like hell he wasn’t having to go through another terror-filled time like this. Once again, lives were in the balance and the blood could be on his hands if they were lost.

This time, though, the love of his life had vanished without a trace and Stiles was finding it near-impossible to focus. He wanted to break down, hit something, scream at someone, sit in the corner and pretend none of this was happening. But he couldn’t, he had to keep going. There was no choice.

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CHALLENGE || 100 Drabbles : Table #1

#19 CHILD

There weren’t enough words to describe how over the moon and proud Euan was when his son came home from his new private school and told him he just got the lead in the school play of Peter Pan. A child who had grown up in a drug-soaked world, had been bullied, was chronically ill, and he was finally learning what it was like to shine.

That night, Euan bawled his eyes out at simple how proud he was of his kid and despite recent painful events, how lucky he was to be that amazing, talented, and special boy’s dad.

Euan Fitzpatrick (Original Character)
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100 Drabbles || Table #2

Drabble #71: Overwhelmed

There was no denying how overwhelmed Stiles was with this situation. Aengus was not a vital member of the pack only, but he a dear friend to Stiles, and it was killing Stiles to think of losing him… and worse, of it being on Stiles’ hands.

Isaac was shocked when he arrived at Cruz’s house and Stiles asked him to take him home to sleep. That was the surest sign that Stiles was exhausted. When they’d arrived home, Stiles had passed out, and hours later, Isaac was still awake, hoping like hell that they’d figure this all out – and soon.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #13

MARRIAGE

For Stiles, marriage had always just been something he might do in the future. He never gave it any distinct thought. It was on his sabbatical to Ireland with Lydia and Aengus that he found himself doing some deep soul-searching.

“In the future” was now here, and he wanted to get married, even think about starting a family of his own down the track. He didn’t know if Isaac would ultimately say yes to his proposal, but Stiles knew in his heart it was right and he knew it was the right time. Love really did work in mysterious ways.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #60

AWKWARD

Stiles decided that there was no bigger awkward moment in the history of ever that was awkward as not only walking in on your dad snogging your best friend’s mom, but also discovering they did a lot more than just make out.

He wasn’t sure he was ready to face the notion of his dad dating again, but he knew that if he had to make a list of everything he wanted in the person his dad dated, Melissa would check every box and then some. For that alone, Stiles was just glad his dad had another shot at happiness.

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100 Drabbles || Table #2

Drabble #67: Caress

After the party had ended, Isaac and Stiles had gone to bed together for the first time in years. They had made love, slowly and tenderly, making up for lost time, and after that, they’d just lain together in bed, talking in soft tones that only they could hear about everything and nothing at all… all the things they hadn’t talked about in so long.

When Stiles had finally fallen asleep, still naked, and curled into Isaac’s arms, Isaac had spent another hour or so just gently caressing Stiles shoulder with slow smooth strokes of the back of his fingers.

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Drabble #36: Empty

Ever since the day Stiles left Beacon Hills for college, Isaac had felt… empty. It wasn’t that he stopped living, so much as the fact that he found himself wondering often what it was he was living for. He loved his job, loved being part of his pack. But at the end of the day, no matter how much Isaac had going for him, there’d always be that emptiness as long as he didn’t have Stiles.

But now that Stiles was home – in Beacon Hills – so close Isaac could almost sense him, Isaac felt more empty than he ever had.

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DRABBLE CHALLENGE || 50 Drabbles ( Table #2 )

36. IMPORTANT
So, maybe Lydia had gone Scott and Stiles back instead of waiting for the ‘pack meeting’, but she was curious. Considering this Aengus was sort of a kindred spirit with her, she convinced herself that it was extensively important for them to at least bond a little. That, and she wanted to interrogate him a little... or a lot... because he was experienced with all this and she was still learning.

More than that, though, after piles of research all day glued to a laptop screen, she just wanted to know more about this Irish Sidhe and how he operated.

Lydia Martin || Teen Wolf
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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #75

IMPOSSIBLE

It was about 800% impossible to get to sleep, and Stiles was lying there trying not to wriggle and fidget too much and wake Isaac up. Things were swirling around in his head and the blank view of the ceiling above was only making him more frustrated.

In the end, he ended up flopping over onto his stomach, watching Isaac closely for a moment or two before giving him a soft poke in the shoulder. When that didn’t work, the second poke was a little harder and Isaac woke. “Hey...” Stiles greeted him softly. The downside of dating an insomniac.

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[ DRABBLE CHALLENGE ] Table 3, #24

MAYBE

Stiles was trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was – maybe – the Emissary to Scott’s pack, and the job apparently came with his own personal Yoda-like dude who was an faerie angel who got booted out of heaven. Or something.

It was the something that worried him. It was overwhelming, because he felt like he should have known all this already. He also didn’t know if he was cut-out for the job. So much of it made sense, but at the same time, he felt like he was in more information overload than he had ever been.

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Drabble #08: Pain

There was no pain quite like the knowledge that your child was in pain. But even worse than that was the realization that Stiles… as much her son as Scott… had been in enough pain that he didn’t want to feel anything anymore. It was a heartwrenching thing to hear as a parent.

But in moments like these, surrounded by pain, Melissa realized more than ever what a family Scott’s pack had become, and how much they’d come to rely on each other. And more than that, just how much she and John had come to depend on each other.

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Drabble #94: Almost

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DRABBLE CHALLENGE - Table 01. x 50 Drabbles

#43: HURT
When Melissa came out into the hospital corridor to him where he was pacing, looking pale and stressed herself, she had some relieving news. They pumped Stiles’ stomach, cleaned up the cuts he had on his arms and feet, he was sleeping for now but should be okay - physically.

He nodded mutely, but the relief was still overshadowed by the icy chill inside of knowing his son wanted to hurt himself. As soon as he teared up, Melissa was there, wrapping her arms around him in a soothing hug that he needed so much, it took his breath away.

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