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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑
you are a cosmic child 

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
HOPE WAS PACING back and forth in Scott's bathroom, rubbing her hands together, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "This is so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid..." She turned around swiftly upon hearing the bedrooms door open. 
Stiles' eyes immediately latched onto hers, and he scrambled over to her. "Are you okay? I heard about what happened. Kinda."
She smiled lightly and nodded. "I'm fine. Liam on the other hand... not so much." 
Stiles looked between Scott and Hope before frowning. "What have you two done?" 
Hope grimaced. "I can confirm that this wasn't my idea. It was all Scott's," she told him as they walked to the bathroom, Scott opening the shower curtain to reveal Liam tied up with tape around his mouth.
"Oh, god!" Stiles exclaimed, glancing over at Scott and Hope who looked down at the floor like scolded children. He sighed and closed the shower curtain, Liam's muffled pleads becoming more intense and desperate. 
They walked out of the bathroom. 
The sounds of struggling echoed from the bathroom and into Scott's bedroom, the three of them releasing sighs before plopping down onto the foot of the bed in defeat. 
"So, Scott bit him?" Stiles mumbled. 
"Yeah," Scott replied, clasping his hands together.
Hope pursed her lips, heart hammering in her chest. "It's a pretty crazy situation we got going on here." 
Stiles swallowed thickly. "And you kidnapped him?" 
"Yeah." 
Hope looked over at Scott; she was seated in between her boys. "He kidnapped, I yelled at him to not do so. He didn't listen." 
"Clearly," Stiles said, narrowing his eyes at Scott. "And you brought him here." 
Scott's head whipped toward Stiles, "We panicked."
"No," Hope interjected, pointing a finger at Scott, "he kidnapped — while I panicked."
Stiles pursed his lips. "This isn't going to end with us burying the pieces of their bodies out in the desert, is it?"
At that, Liam's frantic and muffled cries sounded out once more. 
"I'm sorry, Liam!" Hope shouted and then grimaced at herself. He clearly won't care for apologies right now when he is still currently tied up and in a bathtub.