Giving in?
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@avoidstiles
Giving in?
Inner wolf barked with pleasure — a sort of hum of canine delight, and had the Hale been in wolf form, the pearly whites of incisors and canines would have shone with lips pulled back. Smiling. The pool of delight which warmed his animalistic belly, or was that primitive and crude home sapien sapien which drew such dark delights at the aroma of BLOOD. It wasn’t just the blood however, for passing by the butchery or walking down the meat isle of the local grocery store would have provided ample stimulus… It was the source of the blood.
Stiles Stilinski. There’s a growl from within his chest, not the least bit threatening nor angry — it was born from amusement. Head craned to favor the left, and his blue hues bore into the young human’s face almost as if he was etching that ironic smile into memory; it wasn’t often anything beside worry or disgust graced the boy’s face when around Peter.
❝ More times than your lips have cried out for little Scottie or your plaything Lydia. Rather, you’re her plaything. ❞ Tongue lapped across his bottom lip as though it was his lip which was gushing blood so readily. Eyes swiftly jerked away from Stiles’ face, and his entire demeanor changed. Broad shoulders relaxed and booted foot kicked over the fallen ( and very deceased ) vampire at their feet. Vile creatures. It made Peter wonder if the smell of blood set them on edge so easily, too. It must have.
❝ Here I thought you were getting stronger, faster. No point going against the supernatural if you’re going to end up with your ass on the ground every time. ❞ It was truly a wonder Stiles wasn’t DEAD even considering the number of werewolf angels on his shoulders. He lifted his right foot from the ground, pivoted his ankle purposefully, and crushed the vampire’s fangs with the toe of boot as easily as a human would crush an arthropod.
❝ Oh, sorry. Gonna tell me to shut my fucking hole again? ❞ Eyes returned to the human’s face as the faintest traces of amusement tugged on the edges of lips. Foot retreated from the loathsome creature, opting to step over the corpse to bump body lightly against that of Stiles’ shoulders.
❝ Your blood reeks. ❞
▸ 𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 . . . . . The taste of copper bled through his teeth, coating them in a red as the split in his lip pulled wider to favor an ironic smile. ❝ anyone ever tell you to shut your fucking hole? ❞ 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 @avoidstiles
Upturned lips fell into a contrived pout, expression morphing insincerely towards hurt at Peter’s ribbing. While his reaction was fabricated, his eyebrows shot up with a modicum of genuine surprise at Peter's last jab. ‘ Lydia’s plaything, huh? ’ Stiles ignored the perk of interest towards the other’s unique turn of phrase, filing that thought away for an incognito tab later. Instead, he focused on what the other’s needling had confirmed. Peter still wasn’t part of the pack’s monthly newsletter—wholly unaware of who was still playing with who since their departures from Beacon Hills. That was good news, he supposed, running a hand over his shoulder to distract from the ache in his chest at the reminder of Lydia.
Peter’s next remark hit a little closer, Stiles’ mock pout thinning at the edges. The truth in Peter’s words played through his head as memories, stirring the creature in the back of THEIR mind. Shrugging off that familiar feeling of liability, Stiles reminded himself of the reality at hand. There was no other way this could have gone down. Scott still wanted to appeal to the humanity in every bump the night brought them. Stiles had finally accepted that there was only so much humanity to go around. To reverse what this thing had done to the town would require a sacrifice no lingering remnant of a soul could muster. Not even vampire Gandhi would have given him what he needed for this next part. ' It had to die. ' That’s why if he had surprised everyone by volunteering to go with the older Hale and maybe been a little obstinate about who would patrol where - leading him and Peter directly to the creatures hide out – well, wild coincidences happened to them all the time. Who could be mad at Stiles? It had attacked them first (sans Peter antagonizing it), going for the weakest link. He would have a nice little bruise on his face and tailbone to prove that. Secondly, what did they expect would happen if Peter ran across it? Everyone knew Peter wasn’t signed up for their little negotiation plan. And nobody would blame Stiles for not trying to stop Peter. He was just the weak, slow, human after all. And if Stiles had appeared just a little bit weaker and moved just a little bit slower tonight, enticing the deranged vampire to show itself, well…
Eyes dropped to where the toe of Peter’s shoe settled on the vampire’s face, watching it slowly grind down. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little bit of sick satisfaction thrum through his core at the site of it. He could still feel the fresh sting of a bruise blossoming across his cheek and so felt little sympathy for the creature that had so indignantly backhanded him. Thankfully, the ensuing stench of blood pouring out of its skull had Stiles' face contorting into a morally appropriate look of disgust. Of all things that had changed since he left Beacon Hills, he’d kill for his inadequate sense of smell back. Eyes raise to meet Peter’s, palms opening towards the other in a relenting gesture.
❝ Oh no, please. Keep talking. Really. As it turns out, the only thing more grating than the sound of your voice is the sound of jawbones caving in ❞
Truly, Stiles was still trying to ctrl-alt-delete that sound from his brain when Peter’s words, and shoulder, hit him. Spinning around fast enough to nearly trip over the body (fuck his life), Stiles couldn’t help but feel fully affronted. ‘ Reeks?! ’
❝ That’s rich coming from someone who— ❞ ‘ Relishes the scent of OUR blood ’ IT interjects from his mind, jovial in how this causes the human to falter between processing ITS words and finishing his insult. ❝-whose finisher move is to go all Jackson Pollock with everyone’s throat ❞ He blinked a few times, filing whatever IT had meant way for later as well. To be honest, Stiles wasn't the least bit surprised that the guy he had played multiple hands in either killing or locking away enjoyed the sight of the human getting some comeuppance. But slashing the vampire’s throat?! Was that really necessary? It did nothing towards actually killing the thing, but damned if Stiles’ signature plaid wasn’t cut in arterial spray while Peter stood there without a drop on him save for his claws. It was irritating enough for Stiles to reconsider if he actually needed Peter for the rest of this. Unfortunately, he already knew the answer.
At least the rest of the night would require fewer charades. If he was with anyone else right now, he'd have to feign falling over the vampire's body and smile none the wiser when by the time he scrambled back to his feet, the creature had one less fang in its mouth. With Peter, he could just reach down like he was doing and grab the conveniently pre-separated fang from the remnants of the vampire’s skull, picking it up like one might grab a shiny quarter off the sidewalk. Raising his hand to examine it in better light, the human’s gaze moved past the bloodied tooth between his fingers and towards Peter, locking eyes seriously.
❝ So... How much do you know about blood magic? ❞
𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
from this generator.
❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜
teen wolf content in 2022? its more likely than you think!
a relationship should be 50/50
i have a sword. you have a sword. we duel in the woods.
lydia: *taps table*
stiles: *taps table back*
derek: what the hell are they doing?
erica: I don’t know.
boyd: Morse code.
stiles: *taps table aggressively*
lydia, standing up from her seat: YOU BITCH! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
stress out? no. stress in. internalize that shit and tell no one.
teen wolf aesthetics 2/? → stiles x nogitsune
I gave myself a fluff fix with Voiles…
Guuuuyyys
This fic is honestly wholesome okay? LET IT COMPLETE YOU
Mend me a little bit by AnotherLoser Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: WHOLESOME AF Warnings: it’s cute Relationships: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski Words: 1151 Chapters: 1/1 [But wait! there’s more: Return of The Nogitsune] Taste test: “I could help you, Stiles.” It murmurs above his head. One cold hand resting on the boy’s forehead and the other on the side of his neck, stood behind his desk chair where he’s been for hours already. “Not interested.”
My sexual orientation is straight
to the computer when I wake up
Make me choose → asked by gingersnapwolves ↳ Sterek or Steter?
[ @avoidstiles liked for void ]
The spirit moves with ease. Creeping up behind it’s host like it’s done so many times before, bringing with it a chill in the air unnoticed by any others in the room.
It was only there for Stiles.
Just as it has been for months. Quiet while he adjusts to normal life again. It’s lightened the manipulation of his sleep. Whispered distantly, only in those moments of existing tension or doubt. Lingered like a ghost for the boy as it bides it’s time for both their sake. The spirit knew patience when it was necessary. It doesn’t mind this game.
It’s waited a short while. Slowly creeping out of the shadows an inch at a time, day by day. They both know the reality of the situation. Stiles was too smart not to realize, even if he might wish for another explanation.
The Nogitsune hums in the background, making itself known kindly before approaching. Icy hands rest on his shoulders in the first waking contact it’s made in weeks. “Stiles…”
A sudden drop in temperature makes the hair on the back of the human’s neck raise. Gradually, he’s made aware of a presence behind him, its proximity enough to elicit an involuntary inhale of breath. Looking down, Stiles tries to steel himself against any further reactions. To react would be to acknowledge it, something he was steadfastly against. Employing logic, Stiles tries to fight the tension lacing around his body like a rope. He exhales slowly, looking for signs of condensation in the air, disappointed but unsurprised when he finds none. The air wasn’t actually any colder, it was just him.
No one notices when his attention drops from the conversation at hand, focus shifting to his fingers instead. Brown eyes count all five unfortunate digits, refraining from clenching them into fists at the realization that this is ‘not a dream, either..’ Of course it’s not a dream. He already knows that. He can feel it in his bones, bones so familiar and foreign to him all at once. Just like his body—technically his, but not the one he was born with. No, this one was all aftermarket parts. The differences were subtle, often favorable, even. Like his sudden ability to focus without aid. He’d excused it as just ‘growing out of it’, trying not to think about it too hard when he staged a slow but believable decline in dependence on his medication. He figured that if he ignored the problem long enough, it would either go away on its own or live long enough to ruin his life. He shouldn’t be surprised which of the two pegs his wheel of fortune landed on.
Eyes momentarily close when a hum fills his ears, the sound pervading his senses. It feels like it’s resonating from inside and outside of his head at the same time. It’s part of him and then separate. Faint but then close. Eyes open, Stiles anticipating the call of his name (it’s not the first time he’s heard it) but when a pair of ice cold hands touch his shoulders he jolts forward and away, startling everyone including himself. Sheepish excuses are made, Stiles quickly falling into the flawless routine of uncoordinated comic relief. He just has to pee. If anyone suspects anything more, they don’t show it. He doesn’t wait around long enough to really see, either. Instead, he’s hurrying to the nearest bathroom, slamming the door behind him like it's more than just a hopeful symbol for privacy. He’d curse, but he’s still indignantly attached to the notion that there’s nothing there to curse at. Just incase though, a shaky hand drops to his pocket, pulling out a little orange bottle with someone else’s name on it. A little something to stay awake, acquired without so much as a shared thought towards this plan.
Stiles thinks it’s clever enough, popping two of the pills into his mouth before objections can be had. When he moves to swallow them, however, he finds his body unwilling to oblige. He lets out a frustrated sound, violently twisting the faucet on before trying to drown the pills down his throat. It only ends up dissolving their shells, coating his tongue in a bitter substance that induces his gag reflex. Spitting the pills into his hand, he clenches his fingers around them so tight he can feel them crunch. Months of fear, anger and hatred boil over into the first words spoken to this thing while awake, muted only for the sake of not alerting the others. ❝Leave me alone! Just fucking leave me alone!❞
due to personal reasons im evil now
Steo Frankenstein Aesthetic 🦇 ~
stiles: I’m tired of people telling me to ‘go to the hospital’ and that i’ve ‘lost a lot of blood’.
stiles: It’s my stab wound, not yours. Stay out of it.
I remember everything I did and the worst part is I remember liking it.
@avoidstiles wanted stiles (!!!)
something isn’t right, he can feel it in the air, an electric thrumming that seems to wrap around his bones like wire coils making an electromagnet, he feels supercharged, though with what he couldn’t say. his fingers twitch, anxiety vibrating in his bones, something else brushing just under the surface telling him what he already knows. something is wrong. and when he rounds the corner to find him facing himself, well, his bones i told you so. he jumps, out of instinct, fingers clenching. “ what the fuck-? ”
There was a part of him, maybe, that hoped the nothingness would never end. He’d always imagined inter-dimensional travel to be more interactive. Some mix between reaching Doc Brown’s 88 miles per hour and diving backwards from a high board to land in an active garbage disposal. It was nothing like either. It was, in itself, nothing. No pain, no love, no loss. If he still thought heaven existed, this would be it. He wasn’t dead but he wasn’t actively living, either. He just was. A consciousness and its memories. Memories he’d given up everything to preserve. On some level he believed that if someone still remembered them, they weren’t completely gone. So he clung to the traces of those he’d loved like he was drowning and they were air. He refused to let them go, even as his heaven tore away to a razing pain greater than anything he’d ever experienced. Surfacing wasn’t as kind as traveling, it seemed, and when the nothingness and the pain receded he wasn’t sure what to make of his ‘new’ destination. Reaching out for support, his hand grasped the edge of a structure long before his feet felt ground develop underneath them. Before he could even register what he was looking at, he was looking at himself. His brain suggested mirror, but when his reflection moved in a direction unlike his own, he felt a spark of alarm shoot up his spine. His free hand rose instinctually, open palm lunging towards the other. What would ordinarily be seen as the universal pose for ‘stop’ or ‘surrender’ became charged with threat, energy flaring up from the veins in his wrist to rest turbulently in his palm. The effort it took was unprecedented, and he grit his teeth as he felt the energy draining from a place inside him that made his head spin. He’d never been so depleted. When he tasted copper on his tongue and felt a sudden wetness drip from his ear, crawling down the side of his neck to coat his skin with blood, he realized he was literally spent down to his life force. His hand dropped a little as the energy flickered to nothing.
❝What are you?!❞