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“I’m sorry it’s come to this.”

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           “Yeah, about that.. I actually have Saturday detention. Harris came up with it as my own personal form of hell.” He huffed, shifting the backpack on one shoulder, “It’s just me and one other kid and it lasts three hours.”

“ ...what? Stiles.” The tone said it all. “What did you do this time? You’ve been in detention an awful lot lately. Do I need to worry?” He knew Harris had it out for Stiles, but he couldn’t keep him for detention without a reason. 

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           “—-Dad I’m just goin’ to school. Have you been drinking?”

“It’s Saturday. You maybe wanna try that again.”

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Sheriff Stilinski & Deputy Parrish kicking oni’s ass (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

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Grasping two coffee cups in his hands, Jordan opens John's office door with his elbow and butt. "Sheriff. I brought you some coffee." The deputy smiles a bit. "I noticed that Stiles is camping with Scott and them.. I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner after work." - deputyxhellhound

( @deputyxhellhound ) Noah was sat by the desk, reading through a few files in silence when the door opened and he faced Parrish with coffee in his hands. A smile was quickly shot back and he practically hummed in approval. Coffee. He really needed some right now. "Dinner? Uh, yeah sure - why not."

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I Shot The Sheriff,       but I did not shoot no deputy.

Indie Sheriff John Stilinski and Deputy Jordan Parrish rp blogs, from Teen Wolf

Written by Melli and Jay

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The Sheriff was running. He was running faster than he probably should with a heart as old as his, but he didn’t feel tired. He was hardly panting even and it was a feeling he’d missed. Feeling strong and vital and healthy. Damn maybe Stiles had been right all along and he should’ve tried at least eating healthier. 

What didn’t strike his fancy though, was the claws and the fangs (And the face? Did he look like he’d seen Scott shift He surely hoped not.) that wouldn’t go down no matter how hard he tried and then there was that urge. His heart beat loud in his ears, he kept running and he didn’t even know where to. Just.. deeper into the woods, away from town, away from people. And then, then he howled and there was nothing he could do about it. Although, admittedly it sounded like more of a loud, long guttural growl.

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“Whatever you think you’re going, son, I don’t think it’s going to work that way.”

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“I’ll be fine, thank you.” John rolled his eyes, shaking his head. With a last look back and a growl, he walked away. He was still grunting to himself, angry and annoyed the werewolf thought he was so much better than everybody else. He wasn’t. They all did the best they could and Peter hadn’t been much of a help to anybody in ..ever. He shook his head to himself and returned to the station after picking up some lunch to eat when there. He was starving, somehow. 

He flopped into his chair and didn’t leave his office for the rest of the day. He was unfocused and trying to deal with a short temper. It was difficult, but he made it to the end of his shift (...until late evening)  and went back home. Only he never made it there. He’d underestimated the moon. Crap. He couldn’t go home like that, he just couldn’t. Fangs prickled against the inside of his lips and he hissed, growling softly. Crap, crap, crap. 

After that, he just ran. He ran back to the shop he ran into Peter earlier and tracked his scent back to where he hoped the other lived. By the time he reached the front door it was dark out and John couldn’t make those goddamn claws retract, fangs pressed past his lips so he could hardly speak, his heart was racing and his thoughts drifting. Heartbeats. Everywhere. Blood pumping. Fists knocked against the door. “Open up, damnit!”

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Peter rolled his eyes. It was quite obvious where Stiles got his stubbornness from. Only that Stiles knew what and who he was dealing with by now. John Stilinski on the other hand was beautifully naive and ignorant. Peter had seen a few people who had gotten turned at his age. If anyone thought reigning in Erica had been hard, they hadn’t seen a forty-something guy turn for the first time. Teenage wolfs could be hormonal but someone who had lived almost half a decade as a human? Almost impossible to get their wolf under control.

But then, the bite had taken, right? So something inside the Sheriff would work with the wolf-magic. Peter knew that. He also knew how to be patient, so he finished his coffee, balled the paper cup in his hand and threw it away into the next trashcan. “Fine, then be like this. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I’ll see you around, I guess. Hopefully on my doorstep and not running around town like a maniac, killing people.” And with that, Peter walked away.

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"Shhhhh--" There wasn't much more John could do in nights like these. He could hold his son, he could remind and tell him he was home and he was safe and that he was going to protect him with his life, but in the end he couldn't fight Stiles' nightmares. Only Stiles could and with the way things were going, his son was losing that fight. He wasn't going to give up now, not yet. "It's alright Stiles. You're safe, we're safe. Everybody's safe." He held him close, scared he would hurt himself if he got free now and also to prove he wasn't alone in this.

The fight leaves him in an instant, a flood of regret and sense of defeat heavy in his chest. “Dad,” stiles rasps, not bothering to fight the tears that roll down his cheeks or the sobs that wrack his body. The nightmares are all too familiar yet they always feel so real. Fingers ghosting along the handle of a knife before gripping the leather and twisting, unable to control the anger, the need to smell the blood staining fabric and dripping to the floor. Watching the light fade from Scott’s eyes, then his dad’s, Malia’s, Lydia’s. The faces change, but it’s always Stiles, killing the ones he loves most in the world. ENJOYING their death. It’s not the nogitsune in control this time. It’s Stiles. It’s all Stiles. “I’m sorry.”

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TOP 25 TEEN WOLF CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS  ↳ #13 - Sheriff Stilinski

“I’m not sharing confidential police work with a teenager.”

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"Even you will die and stay dead at some point. I'm patient." And with how things were currently going, he was going to have the extra years to wait if necessary, too. A little grin found its way onto his face at that, subtly curving his lips upwards. "I can still lock you up." That's right. If you can't kill it, lock it up. Eichen House was perfect and if he claimed Peter was a threat, then it'd be just fine.

"I'm eating fine, thanks." Sheriff rolled his eyes, a little growl (a growl?) rumbling in his chest. "Even if I needed your help, you'd be the last person I asked for it." John hissed and scoffed, "Thanks, but no thanks." Why should he apologize? He shook his head and turned around to walk away. He had to get back to the station. He still had a few days until full moon...until he had to have figured out what to do or who to tell. Or how the Hell he'd stay in control. He knew wolves could even escape prison cells, so... "Shit."

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“And what makes you think you could make sure I’d stay dead, Sheriff?” Peter’s lips twisted into a cruel, cold smirk. The guy had some nerves, threatening him. He could take John Stilinski one on one in a heartbeat. Speaking of heartbeats though. Maybe it would be fun to see how much Stiles’s dad was really in control. Peter definitely wasn’t scared of him, so he kept pushing.

“I’m alive because I knew exactly what I was doing. I always do, I’m always in control.” The sharper the Sheriff’s voice got, the calmer Peter talked. “How good are you at learning someone at your age, John? Eating right, for example? I bet you suck. And we both know you need help. So I suggest you’d be nicer to me because in the end, you’ll need me. Alive, not dead.” With a smile that would have been utterly sweet had it reached Peter’s eyes, the wolf took another sip from his coffee. “You can apologise right now or once you come crawling back to me.”