The first time Stiles had come to them he had no one else to talk to.
Stiles felt himself shaking, damn, damn, damn, damn-He shook his head and clinched his fists.
Lydia and Jackson were spending their final moments together before Jackson left, as if either of them would want to listen to him or even care.
No way he was going to talk to Allison.
Erica and Boyd were gone and Stiles had no idea where or what happened to them. He hopes they're safe and have a good pack now.
Scott was too busy for him, which he'd made clear plenty of times, with Isaac and Derek, even though he's not in Derek's pack, doing werewolf shit because that's all that stuff is, shit-shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-oh shit.
Stiles could feel his breathing becoming heavier and he could feel himself ready to break down if he didn't find someone to help him. His hands fumbled and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a small card and his mind went back to the gay bar where-kanima, nearly died-stop, don't think of that right now.
He looked at the neat writing as it began to blur in front of him.
Visit anytime if you want anything, Stiles ;) –The Girls
The Girls, he remembered them. They were nice and wouldn't judge and goddammit he just needed someone right now and they were there and they promised-Scott promised to be there too but he hasn't really been keeping on top of that lately-but it's partially understandable-but Stiles has needed him-but he's has that whole-but-
Stiles ran to his jeep and drove off. He needed somebody, anybody.
His vision started getting brighter and he saw the neon lights for the small club. He leapt out of his jeep and ran inside.
Two pairs of hands instantly grabbed him.
"Hey Sweetheart, looking for something fun?" The man gave him a coy smile and was right in his face and Stiles needed room because breathing was really fucking hard to do right now.
The other one blinked at him and then pushed the other man back. "I remember you." Stiles looked up to meet his eyes and he recognized him as well. "You were the kid with the weird name-"
"Stiles," He gasped out.
The guy nodded and then turned to someone else, he thinks the other guy. "Go get some water." The man turned back to Stiles. "Is everything alright, Stiles?"
Stiles shook his head because no, everything is not alright. "Talk-someone-anyone" He managed.
The guy nodded and started leading Stiles back to one of the rooms. The door is shut and Stiles thinks he's sitting on a bed but he doesn't care because the man, who's only met him once his life, is holding him and Stiles has his face in his hands and is softly rocking himself while his arms rest on his knees.
The man is whispering comforting things and trying to calm him down. There's another hand from someone else rubbing his back and a third person's thumb is stroking his knee in a comforting manner. The first man spoke again and his voice is gentle and patient. "Stiles, sweetie, do you wanna talk?"
Stiles nodded because God yes, he's finally found someone who's going to listen to him and he feels safe and protected, by these random strangers who he'd just barged in on. They had no reason to be doing all of this and it makes him cry harder because he feels loved. He gripped the guy's shirt and buried his head into his chest, not thinking about the fake breast that he feels but instead the heartbeat underneath and the warmth that this person is giving him. He keeps muttering thanks over and over and the man just strokes his hair while the other continue their small gestures of assurance, saying that it's no problem that they'll always be there if he needs anything.
Stiles isn't sure how long he sat there surrounded by such wonderful people but eventually he began explaining how he need someone to talk to and he needed someone to know that he feels left behind, because his best friend, Scott, has found new friends that he has a special connection with and he's becoming more popular and Stiles can feel himself being left behind. He talked about how two people he wanted to get to know better have left and how the girl he was crushing over for the past ten years he has no chance with and he's fine because she's happy and he thought they could be friends but now she won't give him the time of day. He told about how he feels he's disappointing his dad and about how he can see it when his dad drinks too much and works too hard and Stiles actually let himself cry as hard as he wanted because it's better than the earlier panic attack.
Soon enough after he's lifted the weight off his chest he felt his breathing becoming more even and the small hiccups and sniffs that begin to show he's done crying and he just let himself take in this feeling of love and comfort that these men are providing because he hasn't felt anything like this in a while and he wants to memorize it; he knows he won't feel it for a while after. He pulled back and looked down at his lap; one manicured hand grasped on to his and gave a small squeeze of reassurance. The first man grabbed his face in his delicate hands and wiped away the remainder of his tears. He smiled softly and tilts his head; Stiles knows what he's going to do and he bows his head and closes his eyes. He feels him kiss the top of his head and then move back. Stiles gave him a small smile and squeezed the hand holding his back.
He took the chance to look around the room and saw five drag queens watching him with gentle and caring eyes. It made him want to cry again.
"Thank you," He croaked out. Stiles let go of the hand and tries to straighten himself out. He swallowed thickly and felt around his pants' pockets in search of his wallet. "Um, if there's anything…" He pulled out his wallet, and thinks for a half a second that he doesn't have enough money to repay what they've done.
Three sets of hands covered his, and he looks at them in surprise. "Sweetie, if you even think about paying us we'll take it as an insult." His lower lip quivers and he puts back his wallet as soon as the hands let up. A hand ran through his hair in a soothing manner. "If you ever need to talk or anything you can always come to us."
"Thank you," They must think that's his favorite word with how often he's used it.
He looked at the man, beautiful dark hair, tanned skin but his body looks better than some girls at school. "Sorry, I, uh, I can't-"
"Jubilee," He's so nice. He turned and motions to some of the other people in the room.
The one that looked like Adele, Ellis.
He recognized the one with the big frizzy hair and drawn on eye brows from Lydia's party, Bebe.
There's one with heavy dramatic eye make-up and strong cheek bones named Tatianna.
Finally there's one that could pass off as an actual gorgeous woman, great figure and long blonde hair and bright blue eyes; that one is Mama.
Mama walked over towards him and knelt beside him. "Stiles, I want you to know that you are more than welcome here anytime, no matter what, if you need a place to stay, or someone to talk to, if you need to just be with someone, or want a place to hang out, you can always come here. Consider us your second home." Stiles felt himself well up. "You seem like a great guy and we want you to know you're cared about." He fished around and pulled out a small card. "Call me anytime, no matter how small and I'll answer or one of the girls will." He set it in his hands and he clutched onto it.
He couldn't think of a word strong enough to portray his gratitude so he stuck with "Thank you".
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