The Hale Pack of Idiots

Ch1

•AU: Just warning you guys that I cried writing this and it may be triggering for some people. Also, because I'm too lazy to change the rating, I put slashes in the curse words. I find that some people are more comfortable that way.

WARNINGS: Everyone who's ever been a wolf in Scott or Derek's packs are involved. This includes Kira, Lydia, Allison, Liam, Isaac, Jackson, Danny, the twins (Ethan and Aiden), Erica, Boyd, Malia, Scott, Peter, and Derek himself.

So enjoy!

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Stiles could feel the bruise on his ribs forming already. Having gotten lucky enough to be put on first line for Lacrosse this season DID feel like an honor! But that didn't mean that the post-game and practice injuries didn't hurt like a motherf/cker.
So with short, non-pain-inducing breathes, he clambered out of his Jeep, sore and hurting and made his way into Scott's house via the kitchen door.
He had started doing this when Scott became alpha and Derek was more than happy to be the beta that helped balance Melissa's checkbook. The routine was simple:
+Go home and make snacks before everyone got there
+Call the department to check up on his dad
+Clean whatever needed to be cleaned

Oh, and the day also included getting bitched at once everyone finally showed up. And it was no different today.
A "You missed a spot" from Jackson when he got his mug of made-from-scratch hot chocolate. A collective "Shut up Stiles" from Boyd and Liam when he would give them a point of reference on who's philosophical theory seemed more modernly relevant. And all the snarls and shoves and bruises he would gain from there.
By the time 6pm rolled around, Scott came home and Stiles was pissy and rushing out the door. Scott didn't stop him since he was so dopishly happy at the sight of a happy Kira kicking Danny's ass at Halo.
He couldn't take it. Stiles cares for everyone and he gets jack shit out of it. So when he gets home, Stiles just goes straight to his room, knowing his dad is off work and had probably eaten something he shouldn't have, but couldn't care. He just didn't have the energy today.
Normally, he could brush this off and would do his homework and then research whatever popped into his head. Now, the only thing that was in his head was the reality he faced: the pack.

No one cares anymore.
What's the point in being around if they're just going to get pissed off at everything I do?.

Stiles was done, he could feel the tightness in his chest and the tears sting in his eyes as he lay down under the covers, barely coherent enough to have gotten his shoes off before crawling into bed. So he let go.

Stiles cried himself to sleep that night and wasn't surprised at the nightmare he faced. He couldn't bother to wake himself up because the nightmare was what he faced everyday lately, and what's the point in running from reality?

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Its Tuesday. Stiles hadn't moved from his bed since he woke up 9 hours ago because honestly, why put himself through that today. No one gives a damn anyways, maybe other than Isaac who at least says thank you for the after school snacks before getting absorbed in whatever he was doing before. Still, he has time to think because he had skipped school. That can be taken as good or bad really; the good being he realizes he has some time to relax, and the bad is realizing the truth.
No one cares to a point where they don't smell it. He's surrounded by werewolves that can smell emotion, and he knows because of how he's been treated lately, he's constantly depressed.

Maybe you're so depressed all the time that that just.... Became part of your scent.

That thought made the lump in his throat climb higher and the tears spill over again as he sobbed into his pillow, nose stuffy and body aching from the dehydration of crying and the bruises and soreness that lingered from yesterday.
He wishes he was alone, completely. Without the pack around, he would still feel like sh/t, but at least he would have less physical evidence of the pain he suffered.
And again, Stiles fell asleep. He was exhausted from the emotions tearing at him and from crying. He couldn't care to eat, with how he was feeling, the thought made him nauseous. But what made it worse, he knew as he fell asleep that he would have to get up and actually face the day.
He didn't want to. Gods above, anyone could tell he didn't want to. But what's the point in worrying his dad for skipping more than one day?

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Yeah, I cried writing this and I'm gonna cry some more in later chapters. Had this sitting on my account as a draft and just updated all the quirks so it should be said that this will be quite a roller coaster.
 Hope you enjoy the knife in your feels >^~^<