Jack's My Only Friend [Peter]

Peter had been about ready to leave when Stiles muttered “whatever” and how he was going to do what he wanted anyway. The werewolf rolled his eyes and shook his head. The boy was often more trouble than he was worth, or at least that was the case with the Self-Proclaimed Alpha. He couldn’t help but be somewhat irritated with the boy, but, looking over his shoulder at him, Peter couldn’t help but feel empathetic towards him. He knew what Stiles was feeling, but the boy wasn’t wanting to let anyone in.

Then Stiles sat up and pulled his knees to his chest, setting the bottle down in the process. He set his chin on his knees and then asked, well, more like begged, Peter to not tell anyone about what was going on. Peter looked over at Stiles and stopped walking. He sighed a bit. ”Who am I to tell, Stiles? Not like anyone listens to me anyway…which is fair,” he added at the end before shaking his head. He was a sad excuse for a good man.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 180
Notes; Oh Stiles

Peter gazed down at Stiles a moment as the boy seemed to beg him to keep his secret of this night. He knew that he shouldn’t. The boy needed help. He ran his hand through his hair a moment before he nodded his head. It wasn’t until after he nodded his head that he realized the boy couldn’t see him. ”I promise I won’t tell anyone,” he stated as he stood there a moment before watching as the boy started to fall asleep.

It was then that the werewolf thought that perhaps he should leave. Perhaps he should get out of there, go back home, and get himself some sleep. He knew that that would be for the best, but just as he had figured that he needed to go, Stiles called out to him. There was a moment, a few seconds before Peter responded. ”I’m here, Stiles,” he told the boy, unsure as to what he wanted. He just hoped that the kid would be okay and that he wasn’t about to do something seriously foolish.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 179
Notes; Awww, bby.

Peter stood in the shadows a moment, waiting for Stiles to respond after he told him that he was still there. He wondered what the boy wanted, after all, Stiles had been the one who had said he wanted to be by himself and didn’t want anyone around. He was the one who was being a dick about having friends and feelings and was wallowing in his self-loathing, a party that Peter didn’t want to be a part of since, well, he had already been there and done that. One pity party was enough. He didn’t need any more in his life, especially now that he was getting his shit together.

Stiles finally spoek, asking him if he could take him home. Peter blinked a few times and hadn’t had time to think of an answer when Stiles told him that he didn’t want to be there anymore. A light sigh escaped Peter’s lips before he smiled a little. ”Alright. Hold on,” he muttered as he walked over to the human boy and gazed down at him. ”Hold on,” Peter repeated, but in a different tone as he reached down and picked Stiles up, carrying him like he would when Derek used to fall asleep on the couch in the living room.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 214
Notes; Have no fear, Papa Hale is here!

Peter ignored the squeaking noise that Stiles made after he picked him up. The werewolf watched as the boy tossed the bottle away before he spoke to him, saying that his car was around back and that his keys were in the left pocket of his jacket. Peter nodded his head before he turned and made his way towards where Stiles told him his car was. He followed the scent that he knew was attached to Stiles’ Jeep. After all, he had been around the damn thing long enough to know what it smelled like. So, finding the Jeep was just like a walk through the park…or a preserve in this case. Peter chuckled at his own mental joke before he looked down at Stiles.

The boy was barely conscious in his arms. Peter shook his head gently. ”Don’t fall asleep on me or someone will think I drugged you,” he joked playfully as he walked through the forest, fishing Stiles’ keys out of his pocket with the hand that was wrapped around the back of the boy’s knees. Once the keys were free, with only minimal struggle, Peter made a quiet noise of triumph before his attention returned back to Stiles as he stepped over the chain that separated the preserve from the “real world.” He clicked a button and Stiles’ Jeep’s doors unlocked. Peter opened the passenger side door, slipping Stiles into the seat and buckling him in before he went around to the driver’s seat to get in and drive him home.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 256
Notes; YAY! It's okay, Stiles, Uncle Papa Hale is here to help!

When Stiles didn’t laugh at Peter’s joke, the self proclaimed Alpha began to wonder if he was okay, if he was even awake. He looked down at the boy a moment, worried, before Stiles finally spoke. Peter breathed a silent sigh of relief as the boy questioned if what he said was a joke. Peter chuckled. ”I like to think it was, and I like to think it was funny,” he responded as he unlocked the car door and placed Stiles inside. The boy made a noise of discomfort and Peter rolled his eyes with response. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, after all, the boy was whining because he wasn’t comfortable at being placed inside his Jeep, but Peter did his best to try and keep him as comfortable as possible. Apparently, it didn’t work.

Peter slipped into the driver’s seat and looked over at Stiles as he saw the boy curl up into a ball in his seat, with is head rested on the window. Peter shook his head, grinning a little before he started the car, put it in reverse, and backed up. Once he was sure he could make it in drive, he switched gears and headed out, making sure the ride was as smooth as possible for the young human beside him in the car. It wasn’t a long drive, but it was a silent one, Peter thought that would have never been possible when in the car with Stiles Stininski, but once he parked the car in Stiles’ drive way, he kind if missed hearing the little idiot talk… Kind of. He didn’t want get anyone’s hopes up.

The Beta gazed at the boy before he did what most would believe was creepy. He removed Stiles from the car, locked it, pocketed the boy’s keys in Stiles’ jacket before he went around the back of the house and into the boy’s bedroom window. He laid him down in his bed and sort of tucked him in before he headed for the window. He looked in, making sure all was well, before he leapt out the window and headed home. Things he never thought would happen, this night…ever…in a million years. Lord, he hoped no one had seen him do any of that or he would loose whatever cred he still had, or be called a pedophile, both of which were not good at all.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 402
Notes; I know the feeling, man. What do you wanna call this one? Done?