#that got worn down to something easily speakable

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WIP Wednesday

I recently stumbled over the idea of Pocket Soulmates and couldn't get the idea of Stiles with a mini-feral alpha out of my head 😂 I haven't witten that much for this idea yet (actually I just started today), but have the first few hundred words for this! xD

Stiles felt his dad’s eyes stare into his back as he walked up the stairs to his room, still shaken from what had happened at the high school. The thing that weighed the most on his conscious, though, was lying to his dad again. Oh, and of course that Derek had disappeared after he’d probably died by the Alpha’s hands! Not to mention what Scott had admitted: He’d wanted to follow the Alpha’s command, to kill all of them - even Stiles. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew how fucked up it was, that meeting the Alpha himself didn’t have a place in his top three shitty things that happened tonight, but to be fair: He’d already known that there was a huge wolf monster running around the city and killing people. With his curiosity and inability to keep his nose out of weird happenings he’d known that he was bound to meet that thing eventually. He hadn’t expected it to be at school, mind you, but he probably should have known. After all about one third of his life existed solely on school grounds. The odds to meet the Alpha there, too, were not much lower than meeting him in his home, or even his room. He stopped at that thought, hand hovering in mid air in front of his door. Was he in danger of meeting the Alpha in his room tonight? He listened, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he tried to hear anything from the other side of the door. But there was nothing. He huffed and shook his head, stupid thoughts in his stupid brain trying to stupidly get him worked up over stupid possibilities that probably weren’t even possibilities! After all Scott had said himself that the Alpha wanted him to kill all his friends. There was no reason for a hulking beast to wait for him in his room. Stiles took a fortifying breath and opened the door but didn’t step inside. Stupid brain frightening him in stupid ways because of course now he was waiting for the Alpha or Scott or a zombie-Derek appearing in front of him to rip out his intestines. But instead there was just his dark and empty room. He sighed and stepped in, kicking the door closed behind him, and let himself fall face first onto his bed, ignoring the little lumps of all of the stuff in his various jacket and pants pockets pressing into his body. At least until one of the lumps started to move and a growl reached his ears.