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I used to be some kid named Stiles. Now, I have no idea who I am. Maybe I'm him, or maybe I'm not - but he's supposed to be one of the good guys, and since when do the good guys KILL PEOPLE?

[ofmccallism-deactivated20160425]

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” Scott asks, though it’s not in an imploring tone; moreso of a curious one. “It was just us two outside. Why didn’t you tell me the truth?” He watches his friend turn away, the werewolf able to smell the mix of varying emotions from Stiles.

[formerlystiles-blog]

    “I didn’t tell you because you wouldn’t BELIEVE me. You never trust me anymore, Scott, and you know what the worst part is? It’s that I was RIGHT, and you didn’t.” Stiles takes a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I didn’t lie to you, Scott. I just never told you what happened.”

[formerlystiles-blog]

you guys are ?? still here??  omg casually just checking in & you two @playingwith-power & @tateisms are still goin’ at it lmao

i’ve mostly moved to indie. shrug emoji.

[goingtodieyoung]

stiles was holding her so it wouldn’t be that hard to just go to his jeep, at lest she was hoping that ´i know how to talk´ lydia couldn’t help but mutter that and like he said, a step at a time, she was trying to walk even if she was weak, normal to go outside.

[formerlystiles-blog]

‘i’m just trying to help,’ he said, averting his gaze. did everyone hate him? he shouldn’t have been so upset about it, but it hurt. if not for the bond they’d once had, he might have just left, but she needed his help. he’d stick around for this much.

[ofmccallism-deactivated20160425]

     “What do you want me to do, Stiles? Give you a chance? Fine, I’ll give you one.” If it was any other time, Scott would have cringed at the desperate whine in his voice, but he wants Stiles back on his side. He wants Stiles back as his friend.

[formerlystiles-blog]

    “That’s what I WANTED, but It’s too late.” There’s pain in his words now, and he tears his gaze away, no longer able to look at him. “Don’t you see? It’s too late for . . us. I didn’t murder Donovan, alright? He’d threatened my dad and he tried to kill me.”

[goingtodieyoung]

the girl tried to stand up but she almost fell, however, she was so thankful that stiles was there to grab her ´i don’t know´ lydia muttered and looked up at him ´but let’s try it, please, my head is killing me, stiles´

[formerlystiles-blog]

he was quick to catch her, letting her lean against him as he shifted his grip. ‘alright,’ he said, though it was probably safer and easier for him to just carry her down. (it wasn’t that far, and if he could hold a paralysed werewolf up in the water for two hours, he could lift lydia and get her to his car.) ‘just take it a step at a time.’

[goingtodieyoung]

she closed her eyes for a second when she felt those screams again, too loud ´i just—´ she didn’t know how to say this ´i can’t make them stop, is always there, those screams´ she muttered and then, looked up at stiles ´help me, i need to see deaton, maybe he can know a way to make it stop´

[formerlystiles-blog]

stiles hesitated before entering, standing by the side of her bed. ‘do you think you can make it to the jeep?’ he could carry her, he thought, but he’d have to prepare himself (mentally) for such a thing. 

[ofmccallism-deactivated20160425]

     Scott nearly flinches at Stiles’ tone; unbearably harsh and biting. “Maybe it’s all a misunderstanding.”

[formerlystiles-blog]

     Stiles’ brows furrow, and he can’t help but glare at him. “A misunderstanding would be great, but you never gave me a chance.”

[goingtodieyoung]

´stiles? is that you?´ she asked since the banshee was staying at stiles’s house and now she was hearing something and she didn’t know if it was her or maybe the voices. her head was killing her slowly and she was afraid, she wanted to stop all of that, everything was thanks to that stupid hole in her head.

[formerlystiles-blog]

‘yeah-- you need something?’ he’d just come up the stairs, now outside her door and glancing in. ‘I can get things for you.’ she needs to rest, and he doesn’t want to risk her getting to her feet. it’s possible she’ll hurt herself somehow, and he doesn’t want that, ever. ‘we don’t have much in the way of food, but i can go out and get something.’

[ofmccallism-deactivated20160425]

     He nods; the only acknowledgment he makes. “Why are we here, Stiles?” He’s not sure what he’s referring to – their location or their broken friendship.

[formerlystiles-blog]

     “Hmm, I wonder,” he replied, sarcasm practically dripping from his voice. “No reason at all. Just happens to be where we ended up, huh?”

[ofmccallism-deactivated20160425]

     Scott shakes his head, eyeing his…eyeing Stiles. “I just-I-why?” he stutters, his voice hoarse.

[formerlystiles-blog]

     “Am I not allowed to have my wrench? I have a jeep to fix.” It was easy to stay aggressive - he was angry, upset that Scott had yet to believe him (or even apologise).

[ofmccallism-deactivated20160425]

    “Holy crap, I can’t believe you just did that.”

[formerlystiles-blog]

    “Sorry, is there a problem?” Sure, he was being a little aggressive, but it was only to be expected, wasn’t it?

[formerlystiles-blog]

omg i hate myself soRRY school has been super busy but I’m here now maybe idk

[haplesshale-deactivated20170226]

Derek leaned against the wall as he watched Stiles clearly struggling with the jacket, a small frown of concern present on his features. It felt important somewhat and something he needed to pay attention to. “Just observing. What’s wrong?” He asked, head jerking to gesture to his arm and jacket.

[formerlystiles-blog]

“I messed up my shoulder, that’s all. It’s nothing." Since when did Derek Hale give a damn about his well-being? Today didn’t seem like the day for such a thing to start, and he wasn’t exactly looking for sympathy - not that the werewolf had expressed any.

[formerlystiles-blog]

Hey, I’ve been gone a lot longer than I thought I’d be, so I’m gonna go ahead & drop a number of my current threads to pick up new ones uwu;;

[playingwith-power-blog]

    “Amusement, mostly.      How’s your dad?”

[formerlystiles-blog]

    “You don’t get to talk about him. Screw off, Theo.”

[sydneysnarks]

Sydney had been busy sorting out her locker in the hallway when her eyes had found themselves upon Stiles and how he seemed to be struggling with his jacket, part of her wondered why, but she had been so far out of the loop since her and Theo argued that she didn’t know anything these days.When he caught her gaze, she hastily looked down at the books in her hand, hoping that there was a chance that this wouldn’t become a confrontation, god knows she’d had enough of that to last her a life time after this week. Her eyes moved up to his when he snapped, and she felt her own blue orbs fill with slight worry. Even if she was in Theo’s pack, she had known Stiles since they were kids, having both grown up in the school together, though they had only spoken a handful of times. 

“Sorry.” She murmured, her voice low. “I just      you just seemed to be struggling that’s all. Are you okay, Stiles? I mean, has something happened? You looked in pain.” 

[formerlystiles-blog]

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” he sighed, though he winced as he rubbed his shoulder. Donovan’s bite had yet to fully heal, and it still ached whenever he moved. “I don’t need you worrying about me-- Sydney, right?” Stiles wasn’t a good liar when he wasn’t trying, and now was one of those times - the two of them weren’t close enough for him to really try and stop her from knowing he wasn’t being truthful. 

[tylerposey]

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