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A/N: With everything going on in the world right now, you all need some fluff and comfort. I don't really write much anymore, I'm losing myself a lot and I need to remind myself just as much as anyone else to Hold On.

There's a time in life where sometimes things are not okay, Stiles knows this. He's been through it with his mother and throughout his entire high school life. He stopped being surprised or even caring about those things, the world's a mess and he does his best and that's all that matters. When Derek calls though, then he runs. He runs directly to Derek, into his arms. He runs to safety and comfort.

Stiles knows hard times. He took a blow when his mom died, another one each time he or his friends were in danger, another one for Paris, one for London, one for Syria, and on and on. He's strong, he can keep taking blows, but Derek holding him, hugging him impossibly close and crying silently into his hair is what holds him together now. Derek has taken blows too, he's strong too. He took one for his family, one for each member, one for each death he saw, one for each time his friends were in danger, one for each time Stiles was in danger, one for Paris, one for London, one for Manchester, one for Syria, and another and on and on.

Sometimes, both Stiles and Derek run back to each other, sometimes they call one another. It's weird, this thing they have going on. They're not together, not really, but they're not dating, not trying to date, they only think of each other when they're apart. They text, constantly, they skype, facetime, call each other at all hours of the day or night. It's like an elastic band that gently snaps back into place. Always coming back together, no matter what.

Stiles lays on Derek's bed, holding Derek, caressing his hair, whispering comfort and love into his ear. They can hold on. They can hold each other whole, take a blow for one another, come back together, like the elastic band. They can fight, no matter what it takes. They'll hold on.

A/N: Pray for Manchester, pray for Marawi, pray for Homs, prays for Bangkok. Hold on to your friends and families, hold on to yourself, drown yourself in cute things. Keep fighting, no matter what it takes!

Just. Hold. On.

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