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She remembers how his eyes fluttered open when her small hand slid over his larger one. She remembers how he released the blanket he was clutching to grasp her palm.

She tells him about the drowsy but rather adoring way he gazed up at her when he sighed, “You came back.”

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” she weakly reprimanded.

“Thought I told you... I sleep better when you’re with me.”

Not bothering to suppress a smile, she recalled, “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“Mmmwhat are you waiting for then? Get in.”

“Stiles, there’s hardly any sp—”

She remembers the droplets that leaked from his eyes when he appealed, “Please. We can share. I wanna... I wanna share everything with you, Lyds.”

And she was done for.

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WHO ― @stylinskies

WHEN & WHERE ― january, outside the mystic hills preserve

There were ups and downs to having a motorcycle. On one hand, you looked cool and it felt cool. The downside was, if per chance it snowed or it got cold ― you were forced to find another ride. Which, for Scott, almost always meant asking Stiles, his best friend, roommate, partner in crime, and basically his brother for all intents and purposes at that point. It worked out, too. Stiles had said he needed to talk to him about something later ( when he dropped him off at the Animal Clinic ), so they got to hit a bird with a stone or whatever that saying was. Horrible saying, too. Who would want to throw a rock at a bird? That was awful. Poor bird.

Scott was kind of surprised Stiles hadn't rambled it all off the minute he got into the jeep. It couldn't be that important? Right? He figured it was something to do with his readmission paperwork for school. Maybe something about him unable to get back in. He wouldn't be surprised, even though he'd been working really hard to get readmitted to the program. Nevertheless, he waited until they'd swung through the drive thru at their usual place and parked outside of the preserve instead of going home. That's where his patience finally ran thin.

He looked over, arm leaning against the jeep. ❝Okay, dude, spill it. What's so important to talk to me about that we couldn't talk about at the apartment?❞ Unless Stiles forgot, but then why were they at one of Scott's favorite spots ( despite the terrible accident that happened there the a little over a year before ), it's where him and Allison used to hike all the time when they couldn't escape out of town. ❝Is it something about the case? Did you find out something new? Is there, like, I don't know ― a new Star Wars movie coming out or something?❞

STARTER FOR -- @stylinskies | stiles & allison WHEN + WHERE -- early morning of feb 23rd, scott & stiles' apartment

She should have expected this. After all, it's not like she'd never been there before -- Allison knew Scott and Stiles' home as well as her own, along with their schedules. She'd lost count of the amount of times she'd wandered out of Scott's room in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or get a glass of water, just to run into Stiles either doing the same or in the middle of a new hyper fixation. In the past, she didn't mind -- A hallmark of their friendship had become conversations at 2 am while drinking tap water, typically a good source of entertainment from Stiles considering most theories were a bit more unhinged after midnight.

Allison wished that this was one of those moments, that this was a typical run in before she crawled back into bed with a snoring Scott -- That she was meant to be there, that her and Scott hadn't broken up and she didn't run away from her life for six months. She shouldn't have been in their apartment in the first place, that much she knows. At the very least, she should have had the forethought to get dressed and leave, instead of letting herself fall asleep curled up next to Scott. It was easy to get caught up in the nostalgia, the longing, the mess of feelings that still held her heart hostage. All of this leads to her half awake, wandering to the kitchen for a glass of water, only to nearly throw the mug across the room when she turned to find Stiles only a few feet from her. Thankfully she doesn't scream, but practically jumps out of her skin with a loud gasp. So much for being a trained hunter.

"Holy shit, Stiles." She whisper yells at him, as if she has any ground to stand on. Her free hand presses against her chest and now thumping heart, realizing she'd essentially thrown her water at him. "Fuck, I'm sorry," Allison moves to grab the paper towels, grateful to the darkness of the kitchen that conceals the color that plagues her cheeks. She'd spent most of her time in France training, priding herself on her ability, just to have the shit scared out of her by Stiles simply walking into a room. "I'm --" She's sure he can piece together why she's there without Allison explaining. "I didn't know you were awake."

closed starter ft. @originalblondebxtch

familiar faces were hard to come by in beacon hills ever since the new folk moved into town. but, when he found one, stiles would always jump at the opportunity to cling onto them for dear life. he noticed a blonde up ahead, one that was a relatively new friend, but a fast one nonetheless. he and rebekah got on like a house on fire, their playful banter making for an amusing dynamic. "hey gwen!" stiles shouted, jogging toward the blonde. arms were thrown around her shoulders. "whatcha' doin'?" stiles grinned, plopping down next to the woman.

@nxtahxro continued from x

She hadn't meant to interrupt the man while he was reading, Kyleigh knew how much she hated it when it was done to her. But it wasn't every day she ran into a human in a town full of supernatural beings. "Can't say I blame you. I don't know of many humans that are okay with finding out about those kinds of things." Sitting down across from Stiles the half lycan glanced down at the book in his lap then back up at him. "The real question is if you've ever actually seen one or just believe the stories."

closed starter call for @lightsandlust​

who: everett anderson. teacher at Harvard University.

plot: everett is one of lydia martin’s professors, what happens when he meets stiles?

everett looked up from his desk only to find her best TA, lydia martin. “hey lyds, awesome!” he asked and took some papers from her, they were busy with mid term papers and he needed all the help he could get. he smiled at lydia and added “I thought you were gonna take the day off? you told me one of your friends from home was visiting?” he asked. 

for her: I hate it when you're not around and the fact you didn't call,but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

gabe shows theo and liam the bodies that the anuk-ite has hallowed out trying to find their other half. theyre locked in a freezer. its literallt a freezer at school. theo's like "does the teacher know about this?" and gabe points to one of the bodies n is like "thats the teacher😗" anyway liams like "unless theres a gun in there too this isnt helping us find the shooter." like bro doesnt even care 😭 theo asks gabe why he hid the bodies. ans gabe says "we didnt wanna get caught." and theo's like 😐 sour. "caught doing what." "testing them. to see if they were werewolves. and they were." and liam, ever the NOT ON TOPIC SAYS "just like you tested corey?" like yes obviously . anyway gabe is like "but we didnt kill them, look at their faces, something else did that." and theo says "the anukite" kinda quietly and gabe says "😥the what?" and they just ignore him collectively liam turns to theo and asks "why would it want to kill anyone? it feeds off fear. dead people arent afraid." and theo's like maybe the killing just a by product. and liams like of what. "of it looking for its other half. which means its looking for a supernatural creature. someone like us." "so these three could have been werewolves just not the ones that the anukites were looking for." NOW THEY TURN TO GABE AND THEO GOES "which means youve been helping it" AND THIAM GIVES HIM DEADDDDDLLLY LOOK IN UNISON. "Idiot." + slamming the freezer shut to really punctuate it .  theo kills me . and gabes like "idek what you guys are talking about. i was just helping aaron it was his idea to test everyone." "who's aaron?" "he's on the lacrosse team. he's just a freshman." and this is how they figure out that aaron is one part of the anukite. theo and liam the power couple, the dynamic duo, they can do it all!!! they really do work well together. liam rather kill someone than admit that tho. two things tho. gabe just. was finding bodies and hiding them . crazy . two, HE WAS TESTING TEACHERS????

can I be real I got the impression theo and liam were side characters because they were names I had literally never fucking heard of in relation to teen wolf before you talked about them, + that tracks cause you're always a rarepair shipper and side character supporter, but it sounds like theo and liam are kinda carrying the plot here

Open to tops: Canon Teen Wolf characters preferred, but open to others. Total shameless A/B/O smut and unrealistic sexualized behavior, absolutely down for it to get filthy. Happy to change the scenario if you'd prefer to play a slightly older Alpha grad student rather than a professor, happy to alter the starter for you as needed. Stiles and all characters must be 18+. Open to public/semi-public sex, bondage, dub/con, heats/mating, and more.

Scenario: Omega!Stiles grew up rather sheltered and has caught the interest of a very traditional views Alpha professor known for very lewd and in depth graduate level anatomy classes typically with Alpha students. Stiles received a message from the professor offering to let Stiles sit in on a class and despite being an undergrad student and he just showed up a few minutes early to the class.

Message me to continue over private message or discord only.

Stiles was more than a little surprised to receive the offer to sit in on the class, but he knew that it was a hard class to get into for the actual grad students, let alone an undergraduate. When he sent the email asking he barely expected a reply, let alone the offer. And sure sitting in on one class was different than actually taking the course but when else was he going to get a chance to see a class like this in person? He made sure to be a few minutes early and he approached the professor at his desk rather than taking a seat with the other students. "Hi, I'm Stiles. Which I'm sure you already know since you're letting me sit in on the class and I'm obviously not your student but uh... Well thanks for letting me come today. I really appreciate the offer, I just figured I should say hi before the class starts. Should I just... sit anywhere?" He rambled a bit as he spoke to the older man.

HGWAHT THE FUCKH

apparently the teen wolf movie came out and I am warning y’all now that I fucking hate sterek with a burning passion and that teen wolf has always Been Bad so the new plot of the movie checks out and sounds about on par for the show 

She remembered holding her breath. She remembered the loud crank of the dial as Stiles spun it with a flick of his wrist. Clearest of all, she remembered putting every ounce of her trust in him, taking a sideways leap, never doubting that he would catch her.

During that swift journey, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes swirled before her eyes. But everything came back into focus when Stiles closed his arms tightly around her. She remembered the cold metallic clank of the trap slamming shut. It happened just a split second after he had pulled her out of harm’s way...and into the warmth of his embrace.

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WHO ― @stylinskies

WHEN & WHERE ― weekend of the service project, in the bus on the way

For the first time that Scott can remember, he was having a hard time being optimistic. Hope seemed so out of reach. ❝ I can’t believe Derek is dead, ❞ he mumbled which was instantly followed by a groan when the bus went over a bump. A painful reminder of the fight with the alpha pack, how wrong it all went, and the fact that the wound on his stomach still hadn’t healed. The night before had seemed like a bad dream. Going to meet Deucalion alone, only for it to end up being an ambush on both sides— another battle in the war with the alpha pack. All Scott wanted to do was find some peaceful resolution, find a way to get rid of the threat without anyone else get hurt. Now he wasn’t sure if they could. There was no way to keep his hands clean nor protect those he loved and cared about ( and the list kept growing everyday it seemed like ). All this was part of the reason he insisted, despite being tired and hurt, that they still needed to go do the service work with the university. Selfishly, he needed to feel like he could make some good in the world still.

❝ Sorry, ❞ he winced as he pushed himself up in the seat to face Stiles more. ❝ Give me another term, ❞ he was lucky to have Stiles coming up with distractions that kept his brain from slipping too deep into the darkness of everything happening. Plus, if they somehow did get through all of this alive, he needed to pass the biochemistry final test in a couple months if he wanted to stay in the veterinary program. Then again, every time he looked up at his best friend, it was hard not to think about his safety and if he shouldn’t stay away from him as well. Scott wasn’t sure if he could survive without Stiles by his side. Wasn’t he the reason Scott got that far in life to begin with? Helped push him towards his dreams and reminded him of his values, the kind of person he was and wanted to be. ❝ Are they still following us? ❞ Scott motioned to the back window. He was hoping Stiles had convinced Lydia and Allison to turn around and go somewhere safer. Far away from him.

STARTER FOR: @stylinskies | stiles & allison WHEN + WHERE: after the events of motel california, before getting back on the bus

Now that the chaos has died down, the adrenaline has worn off. She's exhausted, feeling like she's trying to wade through water and unable to come up for air. It's no secret that Scott's in bad shape, bad enough that Allison doesn't feel good about having out of her line of sight. She'd helped him shower off the gasoline, skin scrubbed raw in an attempt to feel clean despite the obvious. Holding him through it was no question, the only sound of the shitty hotel room being her soft voice trying to reassure him with It's okay, and I've got you. Once the smell of gasoline is dulled, she gives him a moment to himself to get dressed, while she gets rid of the gasoline soaked shirt and jeans balled up on the floor. It's the perfect opportunity to check in on Stiles, knowing he's worse for wear. He'd been the one to step forward, right into the large pool of gasoline to get the flare out of Scott's hand.

With a quiet reassurance that she'd be right back, Allison made a beeline for the trash can at the end of the hall. She made the executive decision to throw out the soaked clothes, the smell alone made her want to gag. Once she's making her way down the hall again, Stiles comes into view -- Seemingly having the same idea as her. "Hey," she greets lamely, chewing on her bottom lip as she moves towards him. The cool night air causes goosebumps, despite the comfort of Scott's sweatshirt. The obvious question goes unsaid, both knowing the answer. "I was just getting rid of uh -- Scott's clothes." She sentence out of context sounds absurd enough that it almost pulls a laugh from her. "They were starting to make me nauseous."

♬ — [sender] sings a christmas carol at [receiver]'s door @ewnotstiles

her ambition for a quiet night in had been tarnished, after being called for a shift at the bar. it was roughly eleven pm when she made it to her street, a wishful sigh leaving her lips as she quickly strolled towards her home. she was desperate for rest, her own mind consumed by this new venture, being in an unfamiliar place after some time dead. she was struggling with the adjustment more than she had expected too. hands clasped her jacket, tugging it over her frame to retain warmth, turning the corner to see a figure stood by her door. she stopped, contemplating if she should continue before reluctantly, venturing forward. closing the distance allowed her to recognise the other, and the song they were singing. "you know, carollers tend to go to homes that are filled with folk, not when no ones home." she tilted her head, arms folded over her chest. "the song silent night is ironic, it is not a silent night with you around."