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The Forest Floors - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Summary: No one was there to save (Y/N), and when Stiles finds out he doesn’t want to leave her alone again.


“(Y/N), you’re going to have to talk to him eventually you realise.” Scott asks me after I bumped into him while trying to avoid Stiles. 

“Huh? What are you talking about? Is there a full moon coming up because you sure have been saying some weird things lately” I laughed trying to fool Scott. “Well, anyway! It was nice seeing you but I have a class to get to.” Just before I could leave Scott puts his hand on my shoulder and I flinch in pain. He looks at me confused before carrying on.

“Yeah, I know. We have Bio. Which is this way.” He points the opposite way to which I was walking. 

“Silly me. Thanks Scott!” I say before scurrying off to class.


I was sitting in my seat when Stiles and Scott walked in together. Stiles waved and I pretended I didn’t see him. He was about to come and talk to me but was cut off by our teacher. Thank you lord. We sat and endured a double period of talking about neurons and their impacts and roles in the body. The whole time I could see Scott and Stiles whispering to one another and looking at me out the corner of my eye. I knew Scott could hear how fast my heart was beating and I could tell how worried he was about me. I kept tugging on my sleeves trying to make sure no one could see the marks. I felt my throat tighten as I remembered what had happened only a few nights ago. While Lydia was in the hands of Jennifer, I was trapped with Deucaleon. He was torturing me; digging and dragging his nails along my arms and shoulders. I eventually blacked out, only to awaken in the middle of the forest. I felt weak, unable to move. I called Stiles but his answer was “I can’t talk. Lydia’s hurt.” He hung up and didn’t answer my call afterwards. I dialled Derek and heard him answer, but before I could say anything, everything once again went black. I then woke up with Derek next to me, asleep on a chair. He had helped heal me. He was the only one there for me. 

The bell rang and I snapped out of my daydream, realising my cheeks were damp. I quickly got up and rushed out of the class ready to go home. Just before I could get into my car I felt someone grab my shoulder rougher than Scott had earlier, and I cried out in pain, flinching away. 

“Woah, what’s wrong?” Stiles asks as he throws his hands back confused and scared. 

“Nothing.” I murmur before trying to get into the car but Stiles holds the door closed. 

“Why won’t you talk to me? Or any of us for that reason.” 

“Because I don’t want to waste my time.” 

“Whats that supposed to mean?” 

“Forget I ever said anything.” I try to get in the car again but Stiles kept the door closer firmly. “Fine, I’ll walk.” I turn around and start to walk off before Stiles puts his other arm on the other side of me, trapping me. I feel how close he is and his breath on my neck. I could almost start crying just at how oblivious he is to what this is doing to me. “Please.” I whimper, not looking at him. 

“Whats happened to you? Why are you pushing me away? I can’t deal with this, (Y/N).” I scoffed. He looked at me unconsciously pulling down my sleeves and slowly grabbed my arm gently. I close my eyes as he lifted the sweater’s sleeves up, not wanting to be reminded of how lonely and cold I was, laying on the forest ground hoping that someone would come and save me. I heard Stiles intake a sharp breath and trace my wounds slowly. “Does it hurt?” I nod and pull my arm away, opening my eyes. I saw Stiles’ eye welled up with tears. “Why didn’t you tell me? We’re meant to tell each other everything.”

“I tried to. But you had bigger things to deal with.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I called you. I thought I was about to die, and instead of calling my Derek, who’s taken me in to live with him, I called you first.”

“Whe- oh, (Y/N). I didn’t know.” I stood still, my head to the floor. “We had just saved Lydia from being killed by Jennifer. That was all I was focused on” 

“Yeah, well there you go. While Jennifer had Lydia, Deucalion had me. I think he was expecting one of you guys to come after me but… jokes on him I guess.” I force a laugh and Stiles shakes his head, angry with the situation. 

“Deucalion? Far out, you’re coming with me.” Stiles said and grabbed my hand, dragging me over to Scott’s bike before explaining everything to him. They both asked questions and when they saw how much it was getting to me Stiles said he’d drive me to Dereks. He said to forget about my car for tonight and he’d take me to school tomorrow. 


“Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Stiles says once I sit on the bed and he stands by the door awkwardly. I take off my sweater leaving me in my singlet and all my wounds are visible besides my shoulders which Derek had bandaged up. I turn over and lay under the sheets letting out a sigh. I hear my door close and assume Stiles just left until i feel the bed dip and arms wrap around my waist. “I wont leave you lonely a second time”. 

anonymous asked:

Hi I've looked through all of the master lists and I can't find this one fic. DnP are together and then dan goes out one night to meet his old friends from uni and he goes to the toilet and a guy comes in locks the door and sexually assaults him, and then he runs home and when he got back to Phils he had a shower and Phil found his clothes and they were bloody, I can't remember the title please help, thankyou!!

Wrestle With Your Demons So You Can Be Left Alone - (tw) Dan learns the hard way that not everyone understands no means no.

- Eliza

I've been so good the last few days

Working out for an hr and a half everyday after work/class
Only drinking water(or lemon water)
I had a dr.pepper but I had such a huge migraine that some caffeine helped somewhat
I’ve barely been eating and when I do it’s stuff like seeds,dried fruit,apples,raisins,and half a lemon
Today I ran for 5mils(my goal is to get back to 10miles) than worked out for 45mins and since then only lemon water!!
I feel so much better….
I actually woke up and felt skinny for the first time in weeks
Only bad thing is that I have to fake eating tonight for my nana’s 60th birthday.but it’ll b worth it Cus I’m glad she lived this long

i know this is horrifically TMI, but i just spent the last hour researching suicide statistics and methods. i’m fine–honestly and truly–but these days my mind just seems to wander toward the morbid shit so easily. 

i think i just get this way when i feel like i’m stuck in a rut or when i just have too much time to contemplate life.

i feel like i need to enact some sort of change in my life. tho i feel like my therapist would be all like “learn to accept what is” blahblah bla. honestly wondering if it’s worth continuing sessions. talk about ruts 

i’m going to drink another glass of wine and clean my room

My ex boyfriend really knows how to screw with my head. Like this fucker will always block me if I don’t act a certain way or say what he wants. I feel like it’s so sick and manipulative because there’s no room for healthy communication. Especially when giving me the silent treatment is considered abuse. He literally plays a cat and mouse game and I feel like he gets off on seeing me panic when he blocks me or ignores me.

ive realised that i will never be truly free of that blue-black feeling that constantly haunts me. ive realised that no matter what i do i cant make it lessen, so now i just sit here and live. i live because i cant stand to hurt my friends again; because if i cant properly do it the first time, i wont be able to the next. i wish i had done it right the first time 

pevxnsie  asked:

Hi! I've recently been reading through your Stydia fics which are just amazing and just so well written like wow. I can't read all of them yet, because I'm only looking like halfway through season 2. So, I was wondering if you had any recs for fics that aren't spoiler-y or are in AU? I know about like, Alison's death and Stiles' real name and that Scott is a true alpha and stuff (I have no idea what it means tho) but nothing super in depth about what's to come.

AYYY i say this every 5 minutes but season 2 is my favourite season :) most people like season 3 better, though, so you’re in for a treat.

and umm thank you for liking my stydia fic ? ? you’re the best. I did a fic rec a little while back of some cute fics that you don’t have to know a lot about the show to read so CHECK IT OUT

abuse doesn’t always look like yelling or hitting or even anything we see as hurtful; abuse can be backwards comments like “you’re pretty when you’re thin”, abuse can be quiet and vicious and insidious like, “i’m the only one who gets you” “if anyone else knew about this they’d be horrified but i love you for it” “your friends don’t understand you like i do and they never will”

abuse works because you don’t realize it at first, if ever. abuse works because it trains you, slowly. it makes you compromise on things. it sets you a step back by an inch, because if you go too quick, you’ll realize what’s happening. it’s being the frog in water, but the water tells you that it’s trying to make you better. and abuse works best when you’re mentally ill. it runs off of it. it takes the negative things you already feel and just amplifies all of it. how can it be abuse when you were already thinking all of it? it was your idea to begin with, it’s just that someone confirmed it.

sometimes i still wonder if it actually happened or i imagined it. sometimes i realize in a flash what felt normal was actually abusive. something as small as being worried when someone isn’t smiling. abuse rarely fits the way people want it to look, because abusers want you to think it’s only bloody teeth and a right hook. this is how they get you. they say, oh you’d never be silly enough for that, and you think, of course, if my partner hit me, i’d leave. but then your partner, who you love more than anything, they say things like “i don’t want you going out tonight” and at first it’s fine. nobody ever wakes up letting someone hit them. it’s just that you compromise. you let little things go until you’re trained to let big things go until you’re trained so well that you’ve let your own soul go. and you can’t just pull back control. abuse works because you can wake up there, at the bottom of the hole - but there’s just nowhere to go.