TRUEKNIDE
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"I don't want you to die because my swirls weren't swirly enough."
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23 Jun 2026
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The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.
“Who is that?” he asked quietly.
“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”
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14 Jun 2026
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“Stiles?”
It was so quiet in the loft, the only sound Derek could hear was Stiles muttering to himself under his breath. It all played out like a horror movie, tense and eerie. Derek didn’t like horror movies, he’d already seen too much in the real world.
“Stiles, what are you doing?” The closer he got to the table, to Stiles, the more he could smell him. Fear and terror overriding in copious amounts. It was more than what Stiles usually provided, and oddly so seeing as how he wasn’t hunched over and hyperventilating. He was simply sitting there, breath even, heart calmly beating away in his chest.
Derek reached out, placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. He tugged on him to get Stiles to turn around. At first it was as if Stiles was fighting back against his grip but then Stiles relented and let himself be pulled backward.
His eyes were open but he wasn’t looking at anything in particular. Derek waved a hand over his face and sighed when he realized the obvious.
“You’re sleepwalking.”
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- Part 1 of His Face but Not His Face
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24 Feb 2026
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It was true, he didn’t have to swim for his therapy - he didn’t need to get in the water.
But if he didn’t do it here, he might not swim at all.
Might not manage to force himself into the water if he couldn’t blame it on someone else twisting his arm to help him make it better. Keep it from getting worse. Keep him from getting worse.
"If I could just be needed a little still, that’s what I wanted…”
“What if we needed each other for a while?”
---An embittered and lonely Sousuke runs into Tachibana Makoto of all people as his temporary physical therapist and through their mutually self-destructive tendencies, a bad idea gets worse before it gets better when they decide: why not be lonely together?
Repression often leads to sexual deviancy and all manner of terribly wonderfully awful things, read that in a book once. But sometimes being lonely is worse than whatever the hell it is these two are doing. (*taps the sign* some tags are further in than others - specifically for me the fun ones)Bookmarked by TRUEKNIDE
19 Feb 2026
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A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.
Then Stiles shows up.
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