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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
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  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia
      Martin/Jackson_Whittemore, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale/Stiles
      Stilinski, Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey/Stiles_Stilinski,
      Erica_Reyes/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Claudia_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski,
      Melissa_McCall, Rafe_McCall, Original_Characters, Lydia_Martin, Jackson
      Whittemore, Allison_Argent, Kira_Yukimura, Chris_Argent, Peter_Hale,
      Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd, Isaac_Lahey, Derek_Hale, Bobby_Flinstock,
      Adrian_Harris, Kate_Argent, Jennifer_Blake
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      7_year_old_stiles, letter_to_claudia, Sad, Kind_of_a_drabble, little_kid
      rants, Mentions_of_alcoholism, Picture, Rape, Graphic_Violence, Drug
      Abuse, Polyamory, Asexuality, Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Alternate
      Universe, Stiles_is_a_bad_kid, Seriously_guys_this_starts_out_fine_then
      gets_pretty_bad., Trigger_warnings_up_the_wazoo, Tread_Carefully, sorry_-
      Freeform, notsorry
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      Published: 2015-02-06 Updated: 2015-04-19 Chapters: 7/? Words: 1875
****** Letters to Mom ******
by AmberJacobo
Summary
     Dear Mommy,
     It's Genim, if you didn't recognize the name on the top of the paper.
     Mrs. Donner made me write you a letter. I like to be called Stiles
     now. No one else can say my name right. Not even daddy. Daddy misses
     you. A lot.
     A look through Stiles' life via letters to Claudia.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Reeses Ice Cream *****
                                                               Stiles Stilinski
                                                                  February 20th
                                                                               
Dear Mommy,
It's Genim, if you didn't recognize the name on the top of the paper. Mrs.
Donner made me write you a letter. I like to be called Stiles now. No one else
can say my name right. Not even daddy. Daddy misses you. A lot. He sometimes
cries and drinks nasty sour smelling stuff. It makes him act funny, he hugs me
a lot and says I have your eyes, but I can't have them, they're in a box with
the rest of you. I miss you too mommy. I wish you were here. I wish you didn't
have to go away. Scott's daddy went away too. Oh yeah, Scott's a boy in my
class. He only has his mommy, just like I only have daddy. We play cops and
robbers together at recess. Scott likes to be the robber, he says he likes to
run more than he likes to chase. I like being the cop, like daddy. We decided
that we're going to be best friends forever, because he shared his ice cream
with me, and it was Reeses ice cream so it was the best ice cream ever, and I
wish you could've tried it because it was awesome, and Scott even told me that
he has more and he'll bring me some on my birthday. I'll be 8 on my birthday.
Daddy said he would bake me a cake, but it wont be as good as yours, and daddy
told me he's going to try to make it good but I already know it wont because
you didn't make it because your gone. I have to go now, it's almost lunch time.
I love you mommy.
Love Stiles
[Image]
***** He Helps *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott says I'm like a bunny who likes to hop all over. The doctor
     gave me some pills to take. I tried to eat on, they taste awful.
     Daddy said I have to swallow them with water. The doctor says they'll
     help.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
August 18 th   
 
Dear Mommy,   
It's Stiles again, I'm    8    now.    Scott said I should be excited because
now I'm almost 10. He thinks funny like that.    My Therapist Ms.    Vinelli
says I should write you letters more often. I don't know why I showed her the
other letter, but she says it's good to write them. She says it'll help.   
I kept your old journal that daddy tried to throw away. I use it to write in. I
like the drawings, they're very pretty. Scott likes them too. Daddy does that a
lot. He throws your things away. He says it'll help.   
I have A new teacher now. She's nice. She has long hair and calls me bug. She
calls Scott pup. He doesn't like it.    Last week I told her I was going to
write you a letter.    She told me to draw you a picture too. She says it'll
help.   
My ADHD is worse now. I can't sit still very long, and my mind always has
too much going on. Scott says I'm like a bunny who likes to hop all over.
The doctor gave me some pills to take. I tried to eat one, they taste awful.
Daddy said I have to swallow them with water. The doctor says they'll help.   
Scott's still my best friend forever, we're even in the same class again. He
let   's me borrow his markers and gives me some of his food when daddy's too
drunk to pack me a lunch. Scott likes dinosaurs. T-rex is his favor   ite.
He hugs me too. His hugs aren't as great as yours but they're still pretty
awesome. Scott makes me laugh too, he's the funniest person I've ever met. He
told me a joke the other day about a banana and a coconut tree but I forgot it.
I'll ask him to tell me again when I go to school tomorrow. Scott is my best
friend forever. Scott helps.   
I love you mommy,   
Stiles    
 
 [Image]
Chapter End Notes
     I know this is a little poetic to have been supposedly written my a 9
     year old, but I liked the flow of it. It's my story God damn it, and
     I'll write it how I like! x.x
     Got prompts? I'll take 'em off your hands. ;)
***** Storm Troopers *****
Chapter Summary
     I like to watch them and guess who the killer is, how the cops are
     going to catch him, then I like to imagine I'm them and how I would
     do it differently. I told daddy that a few weeks ago. He said they're
     bad people and that I shouldn't think like them. I tried not to do it
     again, but I can't help but think about how different the show would
     be if they were smarter.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
October 30 th   
Dear mommy,   
Tomorrow is Halloween! Oh my gosh I'm so excited! Scott and I got matching
costumes. We're storm troopers. I made him watch Star Wars with me last month
when I went over to his house. Ms. McCall is nice. She's the nurse at our
school, and she always gives me a  peppermint  when my stomach hurts after a
panic attack.   
Remember the Halloween when we dressed up like ghosts and tried to scare daddy?
I told Scott about that and he said he would    try it on Jackson. I don't like
him. He's 2    years older than us and a 6   th  grader.    He pushes me on the
playground and says that I cry too much. I think I'm going to help Scott.   
Scott was right, being 10 is great. I get to go on rides at the carnival and I
get to read big books with no pictures. Pictures distract me.   
Dad stopped drinking so much, he only does now on Friday and Saturday nights
when we watch cop shows. I like them, they show how all the criminals make
mistakes and the detectives catch them. Daddy says it's not always like that in
real life. He says they don't use all the fancy gadgets and the High Tech
computers, but I like to watch the shows anyway. I like to watch them and guess
who the killer is, how the cops are going to catch him, then I like to imagine
I'm them and how I would do it differently. I told daddy that a few weeks ago.
He said they're bad people and that I shouldn't think like them. I tried not to
do it again, but I can't help but think about how different the show would be
if they were smarter.   
I hope I get lots of chocolate    tomorrow, Scott loves chocolate, and I want
to be able to share my candy    with him. I love making him smile. It makes me
feel like a good friend. It makes me warm inside. Kind of like when you used to
hug me after I got an A on my spelling tests. I miss those hugs. I miss you. I
love you mommy.   
Stiles   
 [Image]
Chapter End Notes
     I'm starting to lean towards a Scott/Stiles fic...
     Got prompts? I'll take 'em of your hands. ;)
***** Christmas *****
Chapter Summary
     I should text Scott back. He's probably worried. I know I would be.
     He's important to me.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 Dec, 25   
 Dear Mom   ,   
 Merry Christmas. I'm starting the second half of sixth    grade in three
weeks. Scott and his mom are gone. They're in Oklahoma visiting his
grandmother. Dad    got me a cell phone for an early Christmas gift, and
Scott's using his mom's phone. We've been texting for three days now. He text
me this morning, I don't want to reply.   
 There's no decorations. There's no tree. There hasn't been since you died.   
 Dad's drunk again. Last time I checked he was passed out on the couch watching
reruns of Alfred Hitchcock movies, beer bottles all over the table, and your
wedding dress draped over him. I'm in my room now. I couldn't handle it.   
 He had a heart attack a few weeks ago. He's been home from work since. I worry
about him.    He should eat healthier. Drink less maybe.   
 I miss you mom. So much. I should text Scott back. He's probably worried. I
know I would be. He's important to me.   
 Stiles   
 [Image]
Chapter End Notes
     These will be less spread out in the next few chapters.
     Got prompts? I'll take 'em off your hands ;)
***** Let's Be Seahorses Together *****
Chapter Summary
     We do everything together. We play games, eat, sleep, and talk
     together. We even went to the beach and found a real life seahorse.
     He says it's like we're married. I wish we were.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 June 12 th   
 Dear mom,   
 I just finished Elementary School. I'm scared of middle    school. Scott's
going to a different middle school. He's moving to San Francisco to live with
his aunt. Ms. McCall got fired for stealing some pills from her patient because
she couldn't buy them. Everyone says she's a bad person and that I shouldn't be
around her. I don't believe them.   
 Scott is staying with us until his aunt can come pick him up. I love it. It's
like having a brother. Dad works a lot lately so it's nice to have someone here
with me.    We went to the beach and found a real life seahorse. Did you know
that seahorses swim in pairs with their tails linked together to avoid
predators by mimicking underwater plants?    Scott says we're just like
seahorses. We do everything together. We play games, eat, sleep, and talk
together.  He says it's like we're married. I wish we were.   
 I feel so happy when he hugs me. It's like all of my sadness goes away when he
smiles. I do anything for him.    I like to pretend that this summer will never
end and we'll be together forever.   
 Stiles   
 [Image]
Chapter End Notes
     I love Seahorses :)
     Got prompts? I'll take 'em off your hands. ;)
***** He's like an inhaler. *****
Chapter Summary
     All I can think is that I'll be alone forever. Ever since you died,
     I've been scared of being alone, and now the only thing that ever
     made it easier to breathe is gone. I can't do this Mom. I need you. I
     need Scott. I need someone.
Chapter Notes
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August 18th

Dear Mom,

I'm so scared. It's a new school year, I don't know anyone, Scott's gone, and
Dad's never around. I feel like everyone expects me to act like an adult and
take care of myself and it scares me how much everyone relies on me to be
independent.
What if I screw up? What if I end up in the hospital and Dad can't afford it?
What if I fail all of my classes and never make it to high school? What if I
never see Scott ever again? What if he makes a new best friend and forgets me
completely?
Every time I think about it my heart hurts like I'm being stabbed. I stop
breathing and start shaking. All I can think is that I'll be alone forever.
Ever since you died, I've been scared of being alone, and now the only thing
that ever made it easier to breathe is gone. I can't do this Mom. I need you. I
need Scott. I need someone.

Stiles
 
Chapter End Notes
     Depressing, I know.
     I like to think that Stiles is more mature than his age. :)
     Got prompts? I'll take 'em off your hands. ;)
***** An Angelic Rose *****
Chapter Summary
     She's beautiful, Mom. Her hair wisps around her like autumn leaves in
     the wind. Her mind is a constant torrent of sharp tongue and
     immeasurable knowledge. Mom, I think I'm in love with her.
Chapter Notes
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September 12th
Dear Mom,
Angels do exist. I saw one today. The lights danced off her eyes, and she
glowed like a star. She's Beautiful, Mom. Her hair wisps around her like autumn
leaves in the wind. Her mind is a constant torrent of sharp tongue and
immeasurable knowledge. Mom, I think I'm in love with her.
She asked me if she could sit with me at lunch, the others in awe or fear of
her beauty were caught too speechless or idiotic to reject her from their
tables. She laughed at my jokes, her voice a simple tinkle of a soft bell made
so extraordinarily beautiful by her smile.
She said her name was Lydia. Lydia. Like a newly blossomed rose soft on my
lips, her name just as sweet and tender as it's petals. Lydia, Lydia. Such a
beautiful and gracious angel. Sweet Lydia.
What deity have I pleased? What god have I brought so much wealth to have this
heavenly being grace my life? Have you sent her to me Mom? Did you search her
out through all the planets and galaxies? Surely she must be made of stardust
and moonbeams, no earthly matter could create something so majestic as her.
Lydia. Wonderful, beautiful Lydia.
I've told Scott about her, on our rare nights with each other on Skype. He
doesn't believe me when I tell him of her otherworldly grace. He says I'm
blind, he says I'm only love struck, and so greatly true are his words Mom.
Her beauty has blinded me. Blinded me to all other lowly beauties. No longer do
I daydream of flower feilds and sunshine. No longer does a rose kissed dewy
from a morning rain hold me so captive. I daydream only of her eyes, so green
and pure, like an emerald plucked and polished, beautiful from the earth. How
could a simple rose compare to her lips? The soft smile spread wide and free
open for all to admire.
Oh, Lydia. Radiant, bewitching, angelic Lydia.
Mom, I think I love her.
Stiles
[Image result for rose drawing]
Chapter End Notes
     I'm not dead!!!
     Short and sweet, expect more soon <3
     Got Prompts? I'll take 'em off your hands ;)
End Notes
     I'm thinking of making a series where Stiles writes letters to his
     mom as he grows up. I like Rafe McCall being dead better than alive.
     I don't know why, I just don't like him. :)
     I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for the past month or
     so while writing my novel. It keeps getting in the way so I've
     decided I'll post it here in between writing.
     Got Prompts? I'll take 'em off your hands. ;)
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