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[itslittlestiles]

Stiles rubbed her back and shushed her. Inside, however, he was seething. After everything her family had been through, how could her father hurt her? She was the only family he had left! “Malia. I need to tell my dad...” He couldn’t let her keep going through this. Maybe he could convince his dad to let her move in...

Malia holds onto Stiles tightly, crying, her voice heaving heavily, as she burrries her tear streaked face into his neck, shaking. But she refuses to cry anymore - she can’t. “It just hurts…” She whimpers, closing her eyes, as she holds tightly.

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[So I’ve lost my muse a bit. I’m going to go on hiatus until I get it back. In the mean time I’ll be over here.]

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“But ice cream!” He quickly grabbed her hand and walked inside with her. “And I can get a cone, right? My dad can’t.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow as she got out of the car and locked it. “Just hold on a second Stiles,” she replied walking towards him and the door.

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“Oh...But he’s not a banshee. Do hellhounds breathe fire? ‘Cause they’re from Hell or whatever? That would be so cool!”

“Yeah, ninjas! They were looking for something. But we got rid of them. He’s not bad. He’s a good guy actually. It means he senses death, kinda like Lydia does.”

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“But we can’t ‘cause your brother won’t take us?”

     “like i said, i wanna go to the park, too.”

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Stiles stepped closer, gently wrapping his arms around her. He blushed at the skin-on-skin contact, but he was comforting his friend, so he wouldn’t let go unless she wanted him to. He let her cry, knowing she needed to get it all out. “Shh...it’s okay. Just...Just let it all out.”

Malia’s eyes widen, as she starts to cover herself because she didn’t want his pity, and she steps away, looking at the ground for a moment. “…..I fell.” She lies through her teeth, but her voice is sick with saddness, but she refuses to look at him. And then, when he says her name like that it all comes crashing down, and she covers her face with her hands, sobbing softly.

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Of course, Stiles dad agreed that Scott could stay for dinner as long as it was okay with Ms. McCall. “She said it was okay, right Scott?” Stiles looked over at Scott, just barely holding in his excitement at eating dinner with his new brother for the first time. Of course, Scott had had dinner with them many times, but this would be the first time that Scott would be his brother while eating with them.

Home! Scott loves the thought of that–that they’re all heading to the same home and he won’t have to leave. He nods at Stiles’s question, then beams up at the front seat just in case Stiles’s dad looks at him through the rear view mirror. 

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“They’re the best!” Stiles grabbed Jordan’s hand and dragged him to make him go faster. “Come on!”

He nodded. “They sound like really great people. I can’t wait to meet them.”

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“Yeah. I really like Tara. She helps me with my homework sometimes. Eddie sometimes brings me cookies that his wife made.” Stiles beamed. “I like going to the station. I’ve had to go more lately ‘cause there’s no one at home to watch me anymore.” He frowned, thinking about his mom.

“That’s cool. I’m glad they’re making it a nicer place for you to hang out. Does stuff happen here very often? Like crime stuff?”

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“Ninjas? Really? Why were we fighting ninjas? And a hellhound? Is he from Hell? Does that mean he’s a bad guy?”

“Just recently we fought ninjas. And found out that one of your dad’s deputies is a hellhound.”

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Stiles nodded. “Uh huh! They used to just have coffee there, but I spend a lot of time there after school and on the weekends so they started keeping hot chocolate for me!”

“Yup!” Jordan smiled as they came in sight of the station. “Awesome. Do they even have hot chocolate in there?”

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Stiles blushed and made to turn around when he caught sight of the bruises. He sucked in a breath. “Malia.” Well, that explained why she didn’t want to go home. “Oh, Malia...” Stiles was in shock, only really able to say her name. He took a step closer to her, reaching out toward her bruises.

“Yeah.” She replies softly, a small grin on her face as she picks them up. This was just like a long sleepover, kinda like old times. Malia puts them on the bed and sighs lightly. “No peeking.” She teases, as she starts to change- forgetting about the bruises that are covering her body at the moment.

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Stiles’ eyes widened. “A group of crows are called a murder? That’s so cool.” They walked out of the woods and Stiles pointed. “That’s the police station up there.”

“Well, they only do that because crows eat dead things. And are called a murder. But they’re not mean if you treat them nice.”

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“But squirrels are more adorable than crows! And crows mean bad things in horror movies. Don’t tell my dad I’ve seen those though.”

Jordan wrinkled his nose. “I prefer crows. Crows are smart. Squirrels steal our bird food.”

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“Awesome. Let’s get you some clothes.” Stiles led her upstairs to his room, making sure to keep quiet so as not to wake up his dad, who had an early morning at work tomorrow. He dug through his dresser and threw her a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. “Will these be okay?”

Malia shrugs, because she’s not really thinking straight, if she’s being honest, her mind is a jumpled mess of words and everything, as she looks at him, a sigh of content goes over her, as she nods, slowly moving away from the couch. “Okay.” She says softly, running her fingers through her hair.

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Of course, the Sheriff said yes, and Stiles climbed into the back seat with Scott. He whispered to Scott. “Let’s wait until we get home before we talk to him. That way we’ll already be home.” He looked up at his dad. “Dad, can Scott stay for dinner?”

Scott waves to Stiles’s dad, trying to give off the impression of a mature young man that any parent would love to take in. He has a sudden worry that he might not be welcome after all, no matter how much Stiles said it’d be fine. “Hi, mister Stilinski! Stiles said it’d be okay. Pleeeease?” 

Okay, that’s probably less mature than he meant, but the cutesy puppy dog eyes usually do the trick, too.

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“Like when? Whose butt did we kick? Were they other werewolves like you or were they other things?”

“Of course we did, it’s us. We always kick their butts.”