Blame It On The Adderall

Stiles, 16, definitely male. I enjoy long walks in the woods and a good ol' mystery. 

[betawolfiisms-blog]

stiles.

“Sounds like two very valuable skills to have in this town.”

                       ❛ again with the SARCASM. ❜

[blameitonthe-adderall]

"Always"

[blameitonthe-adderall]

Stiles took the fries with a grin before shaking his head. “You’re good. I mean, unless you want to change.. But don’t do it on my account.”

[forever-laughing-mrj-deactivate]

“I just,” Scott turned, and headed into the bathroom. Leaving the door ajar as he pulled on a pair of gym shorts. “I think the gag is over with.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

"Okay, whatever makes you comfortable du.." He trailed off to tip his head, eyeing the small gap in the door. "ude." He finished belatedly.

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Whatever, I just need something to make living with Simon more tolerable. Speaking of, you gonna meet him or keep avoiding him?”

[flawless--lydia-blog]

“Who said I was avoiding him? I’ve been incredibly busy with other priorities. I’ll see him tonight, if he’s around.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

"Right, well, uh, maybe be nice to him? He's actually really nervous and I should not have told you that so.."

[betawolfiisms-blog]

stiles.

“Well, now I’ve decided bad wolves don’t get good things. Your alpha didn’t teach you that? Try to be nice to a guy…”

             ❛ you know who my ALPHA is ;           and he didn’t really teach us anything other than FIGHT and keep our calm during a full moon. ❜

[blameitonthe-adderall]

"Sounds like two very valuable skills to have in this town."

[blameitonthe-adderall]

Stiles brought a hand up to scratch at the base of his neck. “Uh.. yeah?”he said. “It’s not weird unless you make it weird. Just put the film on and hand me the curly fries.”

[forever-laughing-mrj-deactivate]

Scott stands there for a moment. Rethinking his direction before laying his bad near the door, and turning for the television. Rather than change right away, he sets the film up, and hands his friend the fries. “I really should change.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

Stiles took the fries with a grin before shaking his head. "You're good. I mean, unless you want to change.. But don't do it on my account."

[flawless--lydia-blog]

“I don’t drink beer, and I grabbed the first thing I could find. It’s not my fault that every moron in Beacon Hills decided to go out driving tonight, thus making me late. Take it up with them, Stilinski, it’s not my fault nor my problem.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Whatever, I just need something to make living with Simon more tolerable. Speaking of, you gonna meet him or keep avoiding him?”

[little-whittemore-blog]

She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m not a mind reader, I can never just tell exactly what you’re trying to get at.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Karina, oh my god.” he said, exasperated.

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

[forever-laughing-mrj-deactivate]

The boy was all red, his hand held tightly onto his bag as he stepped towards the restroom. “Did you just call me hot?” He turned with his brow slightly raised.

[blameitonthe-adderall]

Stiles brought a hand up to scratch at the base of his neck. “Uh.. yeah?”he said. “It’s not weird unless you make it weird. Just put the film on and hand me the curly fries.”

[betawolfiisms-blog]

                   ❛ not really no, STILINSKI. ❜                 a shrug easily followed suit after his words left his lips before crossing his arms in front of his chest.                           ❛ well if THAT’S the case, then yeah, i do want the answer sheer to the test. ❜

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Well, now I’ve decided bad wolves don’t get good things. Your alpha didn’t teach you that? Try to be nice to a guy...”

[forever-laughing-mrj-deactivate]

The tan skinned boy looks down at his legs, cheeks growing amber red. “I’m going to go put some shorts on.” He mumbles, clearly embarrassed as he grabs his bag to change.

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Well, now I feel bad, dude.” he said and held his hand up. “Wait, wait, we can work with this. This is.. we can make it work. You rock the slave outfit, totally hot.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Totally into it.” he said and tipped his head. “But Uh.. the Leia constume was a bit much.”

[forever-laughing-mrj-deactivate]

“Yeah, I may have taken things a bit too far..” Scott scratched the nape of his neck. “My bad.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

"Hey, no, I mean.. It really brings out your.." He paused to glance down. "Thighs. Yep, those thighs, man."

[betawolfiisms-blog]

                 ❛ ——–       you could just SPIT IT OUT instead of being, you know, cryptic. ❜               he glanced over at the other for a split second before pursing his lips.

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“There’s literally no point in trying to be subtle with you is there, Lahey?” he asked and then dropped his forehead to the table with a groan. “I just wanted to know if you wanted the answer sheet to this test.”

[flawless--lydia-blog]

“Then what was it that you had in mind, Stiles?” Lydia questioned, her tone full of agitation. “I don’t have all day, so get to the point.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Well it doesn’t really matter now, Lyds, because you just ruined it by bringing subpar beer to a whiskey party. What even is this? Wheat beer? Lydia, why?”

[little-whittemore-blog]

Karina simply raised an eyebrow, her arms across her chest as she looked at him for a moment. “You realize you make, like, zero sense right?”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“You realize that you’re supposed to just know what I’m talking about?” he deadpanned.

[forever-laughing-mrj-deactivate]

“What?” Scott fumbled a bit with the box that held the dvd. “So, no revenge of the Fifth? I thought you’d be into it.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Totally into it.” he said and tipped his head. “But Uh.. the Leia constume was a bit much.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

“Wow, I mean.. That’s not really what I had in mind with the whole..” He paused to wave his hand. “..thing but whatever dude.”

[blameitonthe-adderall]

themaladaptivealpha:

“What,” Derek said. “I mean, why? I mean, okay. Cool. That’s cool. Cool.”

What happens now? he wondered rather desperately. How do you start dating somebody you already know? He tried to imagine himself sitting across from Stiles in the local Starbucks, two coffees in front of them. Imaginary Derek silently stared at Imaginary Stiles. Imaginary Stiles stared back. An imaginary clock ticked loudly on the imaginary wall behind Imaginary Stiles’ head.

No dates, then.

“So,” he tried.

I’m so glad you’re into me, too; I’ve been dying for a second opinion on the design for our wedding invitations.

Why don’t you come over tonight, let me cook you dinner, and after dessert you can decide you’re going to stay forever?

I can have Peter’s room empty by tonight, so why don’t you drop by between seven and eight with your stuff, we’ll get you moved in, and then we’ll spend the next twelve hours trying everything I’ve been imagining for the past year?

Nope. 

He took a breath, and picked a spot behind Stiles’ left ear to stare at, and reminded himself that Stiles would never intentionally hurt him. Probably. “What do we do now?”

Stiles’ head tilted as he thought about that. It’s not like he had a plethora of experience with relationships to draw from and he cleared his throat. “We should probably.. talk. Right? I mean, we did everything a little backwards and I don’t really know how you feel, I just know how I feel because you wouldn’t look at me for most of last night until I begged you to and you didn’t really talk to me and you’re not really looking at me now either..” he trailed off. “Did I - did I do something? I know I probably wasn’t that, um, great or anything but dude, Derek?”