Stiles (Inactive.)

{@IllFuckYouUp__} "Mhm.." Stiles hummed slowly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

{@IllFuckYouUp__} "You won't, I know you well enough to know that." Stiles assured, kissing Derek chastely. "We'll be fine, Sourwolf.."

{@IllFuckYouUp__} Shocked, Stiles inches over and places a hand on Derek's side. "Derek.. You've never been like Peter, and you never will."

{@IllFuckYouUp__} - - reacted the same way.

{@IllFuckYouUp__} Wrapping his arms around himself, Stiles watched his stressed boyfriend carefully. "Derek, Scott, anyone; would have - -

{@IllFuckYouUp__} "Are you- Are you blaming me?" Stiles expression was consumed by hurt immediately, moving from Derek's touch.

{@IllFuckYouUp__} Stiles sighed, shuffling onto the couch and into Derek's arms. "Stop blaming yourself, it's nobodies fault h-his."

{@IllFuckYouUp__} - - let go, Derek.." The teen sighed. "I have, and I want you to heal too, please.."

{@IllFuckYouUp__} - - the loft, fast food balanced on his hands. "Der? I'm home!"

{@IllFuckYouUp__} - - the past had left on Stiles; it healed, and then the boy was back to normal.

{@IllFuckYouUp__} "I started yelling, threatening him; he got angry and wrapped his hands around my throat." The kiss calmed him right away.

{@IllFuckYouUp__} - - forced himself in me and it hurt and I didn't want it and -" Stiles was cut off with a panicked inability to breathe.

{@IllFuckYouUp__} - tried pushing him away, screaming for help, but nobody helped me.. He started to take off my clothes and he- he - -

{@IllFuckYouUp__} Takinh deep breaths, the boy spoke shakily. "I was trying to get home, and suddenly he pulled me into the alley. I - -

{@IllFuckYouUp__} "I just want you to hold me, please.." Stiles whimpered softly, hands clenching his boyfriends shirt.