I Can't Fix This Now

Isaac Lahey, 17, Beacon Hills, Beta. [Independent Teen Wolf Issac Lahey Roleplay blog. Mun is 18+ Nsfw content will not be under a read more] [This Blog is a sideblog to: snakeheartedwolf]

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Been Awhile [Jackson | Stiles]

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stilinskicommastiles:

"A better option.” Stiles shrugged, then glanced over in time to see that cocky smirk. It made him shiver and part of him wished it didn’t, because maybe it shouldn’t — but it did. He would have replied to the offer if he hadn’t been twisted around, and just the feel of Jackson’s hand on his shoulder had him leaning in a little. He stared at him and tucked his lower lip into his mouth. He just watched for a moment, then swallowed, and sucked in a deep breath. "I know it’s a full moon tomorrow," he said after a moment. He met Jackson’s eyes, then huffed out something that was supposed to be a laugh but mostly just sounded shaky. He was on the edge of an uncertain place. He knew he wanted to be there, knew he wanted to be there with Jackson. He knew hearing Jackson say that just made him even less sorry he’d said what he had. And, he wasn’t entirely sure why. "If I’d known, I would have said it anyway. So —" He held his eyes, then took a deliberate step, moving backwards up the stairs. “I still wanna see that jacuzzi, then. Sounds like dressing the part won’t be a problem.” Moving completely away didn’t seem like the best idea, not when he was almost baiting him. He reached out and hooked a finger in Jackson’s sleeve, then tugged.

He could too easily see the way the other boy shivered as his gaze landed on him. It was always too easy to see every little way Stiles reacted to him. Pick out every shudder, every shake. The way his scent would spike with want and pleasure. The way his throat bobbed when he swallowed thickly. The way his hands tensed at his side. Blue-green gaze remained on the other boy as he met his eyes. Looking sure and steady of himself even if that laugh sounded shaky at best. As he spoke again the blue eyed beta sighed letting his eyes close for a moment. "You're playing a dangerous game, Stilinski." He murmured, lifting a hand to settle on his hip, fingers curling in against the fabric of his jeans. Leaning in close enough his scent became almost over powerful. 

He stood almost dumbfounded for a moment , staring up at him bewildered. At the tug at his sleeve he finally moved forward, seeming to lurch into motion. Suddenly both his hands were on the other boys hips, hefting him up from the ground, his lips crashing down upon the other boys a desperate noise escaping him.

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asoulvirtuousandtrue:

  [ This was insanity and what was worse? Jackson clearly    had no notion of giving up on this pursuit that he was on.    In some respects…that was true. He couldn’t do the things    that the instinctual animal in him wanted to do with Allison    or even Kira because he didn’t want to hurt them and with    Jackson…well that was true as well. Scott didn’t care much    what happened to the beta. The full moon was coming. ]

"So what are you getting at? Casual sex…no strings    attached? No one fucking hears about this? If I agree   just to keep you from trying to otherwise ruin my life   you keep that mouth of yours shut, you got it? And no,   we don’t have to play the big bad alpha and his beta bitch.   Get over yourself, Jackson.” 

[ Scott couldn’t believe that he was actually going to agree   to this. What was he thinking? This was the worst idea in   the history of bad ideas but the part of him that was more   animal than human was too intrigued by it. ]

"So when did you want this little rendezvous to happen?"

[ He knew damn well that he had a good point. He hadn't just come up with this now. Thought had gone into all of this. Of course as the full moon got closer and he felt more desperate, it seemed what he was willing to say and do become substantially more. He wanted someone he didn't care about, couldn't care about. He needed wild, animistic possibly even hateful sex and Scott Mccall was the perfect candidate] "Exactly. Casual sex. No strings attached. Please. You think I'm going to run around telling everyone you and me are hooking up. No one hears about this. It stays between you and me. Just sex. That's it."

[Of course the other werewolves might be able to figure out what was going on. But they could cross that bridge when they came to it. He couldn't deny the rush of excitement that passed over him. Mostly in surprise than anything else] "That Alpha/Beta thing could have been fun had you played your cards right but..tonight. Come by my place around 7 tonight." 

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snakeheartedwolf:

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[He almost laughed at the irritated groan that left the alpha. He was hardly his favorite person. But Scott wasn’t exactly his favorite person either. He’d like to think he was a better person since all of this had happened, since coming back from London but to each their own] "You’ll survive, Mccall." 

[He watched the pieces click into place after he spoke. Or maybe they didn’t. This was the guy who’s mom did all the grocery shopping. It seemed like he was going to spell it out for him] "You want me to spell it out for you? Fine. I’m talking about sex. No strings attached sex. Basic, animal instincts. You get off, I get off. everybody wins." 

[ Scott’s eyes widened faintly and he looked around    to see if anyone was listening to this conversation.    Jackson Whittemore was actually propositioning him    in the middle of the hallway in their high school. Sure,     the alpha had assumed that Jackson was going to try     and strike another deal but this? This was unreal and he    laughed after a moment. ]

"You’re kidding me, right? You’re actually trying to    get me to agree to having casual sex with you? For   what fucking reason, Whittemore? What are you    going to hold over my head if I say no? You may be   a werewolf now but you’re still a beta and I’m still your   alpha.” 

[ He could feel the irritation rising in his stomach as he   continued to look at the beta in front of him. This had   to be some kind of a joke. He was being punk’d. ]

"I don’t have time for this, dude."

[ Once again Scott’s reaction would have been laughable had he not been completely serious. He simply lifted his brows to show just how serious he was. ] "For the reason of fucking. That’s it. Like I said, basic animal instincts, Mccall. The full moon is close. You’ve gotta feel it too. Like you want to crawl right out of your skin. Like you want to..I don’t know slam someone into a wall and fuck them until you can’t feel anymore. You could never do that to Allison before or whoever your new little love interest is. But me..you couldn’t care less about me. Who cares if your rough, if you lose your control." [ His brows lifted once more almost in a challenging way. Though his mouth quirked into an almost wry smirk]

"Is that how you want to play it? Big bad alpha and his beta bitch? I could play that way if you really wanted to." 

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snakeheartedwolf:

[He was leaning up against a locker in the eye room, eyes fixed on Mccall across the room waiting for it to empty out]

"Mccall. Come here. I want to talk to you" [He moved across the room, something predatory about the way he moved.]

"Listen, as much as it.. pains me that I’ve..let’s say noticed you. I’m going to blame the whole being new to being a werewolf thing. But whatever it is. I can not stop..smelling you and..god it’s driving me crazy. So..I thought we could make a little…arrangement. Something..mutually beneficial."  [His voice had dropped to a huskier tone and reaching a hand out he’d trail his fingers up the other boys arm.]

"What do you say Mccall?"

[ Scott groaned when he heard that     all too familiar voice asking for him to     talk. He didn’t want to talk to Jackson.    If the guy had been a douche beforehand    it was nothing like what he was now since    he’d been changed and back from London. ]

"What do you want, Jackson? I’m going   to be late for class.”

[ He didn’t speak anymore as Jackson explained   exactly what the problem was and for a long time   he stood their blinking at the beta. He wanted a   mutually beneficial arrangement? What did that   even mean. ]

"What the hell are you talking about?”

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[He almost laughed at the irritated groan that left the alpha. He was hardly his favorite person. But Scott wasn't exactly his favorite person either. He'd like to think he was a better person since all of this had happened, since coming back from London but to each their own] "You'll survive, Mccall." 

[He watched the pieces click into place after he spoke. Or maybe they didn't. This was the guy who's mom did all the grocery shopping. It seemed like he was going to spell it out for him] "You want me to spell it out for you? Fine. I'm talking about sex. No strings attached sex. Basic, animal instincts. You get off, I get off. everybody wins." 

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[He was leaning up against a locker in the eye room, eyes fixed on Mccall across the room waiting for it to empty out]

"Mccall. Come here. I want to talk to you" [He moved across the room, something predatory about the way he moved.]

"Listen, as much as it.. pains me that I've..let's say noticed you. I'm going to blame the whole being new to being a werewolf thing. But whatever it is. I can not stop..smelling you and..god it's driving me crazy. So..I thought we could make a little...arrangement. Something..mutually beneficial."  [His voice had dropped to a huskier tone and reaching a hand out he'd trail his fingers up the other boys arm.]

"What do you say Mccall?"

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Been Awhile [Jackson | Stiles]

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The way Stiles brushed up against him as he entered his house had heat curling through his stomach once more. The heat that he’d just chased away with the ice cold shower. He shuddered lightly, trying to ignore the way goosebumps skittered along his skin. “I didn’t do it on purpose.” he said with a slight roll of his eyes. .

Nodding his head, gesturing for him to step further in. “Well I could change into what I was wearing before…they do still smell like you.” He murmured trying to suppress another shudder. He got to the edge of the stairscase pausing at the bottom step. “Why don’t you come upstairs with me?” He asked with a lift of his brows. Not waiting for an answer as he moved up the stairs. “And yes, our shower is pretty amazing. And so is our Jaccuzi” He said with a faint smirk. 

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Stiles glanced back once he was in and grinned, the effect a little crooked due to the teeth biting down onto his lip. “Yeah. Dude, I totally believe you. It was an accident. I forget to get dressed before answering the door all the time.” He rolled his eyes for full effect, mirroring Jackson’s gesture, and laughed. It made something loosen, almost forcibly, and he turned. He pressed his lips together hard and sucked his lower lip in for a moment. “Upstairs works. I’d ask for a tour of your Jacuzzi, but I didn’t even bring my swim trunks. In the wash, you know how it goes.” Stiles honestly doubted he’d need swim trunks, of course. He hesitated for a split second before heading to the staircase. He stepped around Jackson, moving just out of the reach of another brush by, and leaned, just a little. “If you changed because everything you had on smelled like me before, what are you gonna do when I’m all over your skin, Jackson?” Stiles bit down on the tip of his tongue and started up at a slow jog.

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Blue-green eyes would roll once more, eyes shifting to meet amber ones once more. "A shower seemed like the better option." He answered vaguely. The first option being jumping Stiles the moment he walked through the door. Yeah...that seemed like a better option. His hand tightened about the towel around his waist once more as he climbed the stairs.

Casting a glance over his shoulder a cocky smirk would slide over the co-captain's lips. "I could still show you the jacuzzi if you want. Trunks aren't required." He said licking at his lips before turning to face front once more. He waited for Stiles to pass him at the top of the stairs. Ignoring the goosebumps that skittered along his skin. Though it was nothing compared to the words that left him and for a moment the whittemore boy just stared after him.

In a sudden rush of movement he was grabbing at his shoulder twisting him back around. "Do you have any idea what you're messing with? It's a full moon tomorrow. And right now i literally want to rip the clothes from your body. And making comments like that is not helping." 

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Been Awhile [Jackson | Stiles]

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  Of all the things Stiles was expecting, Jackson opening the door wearing just a towel wasn’t one of them. Had it crossed his mind? Oh yeah, absolutely, along with a slew of other thoughts. One had involved full-nudity, another had starred a jack strap. One more had had Jackson opening the door in a suit, which really made no sense, but had been really effective at making already jacked up hormones shoot for a whole other level. He swallowed, then stepped forward, through the doorway, his arm brushing against Jackson’s. His head turned to the side and he kept an eye out for stray drops of water taking a ride down Jackson’s neck. He named a couple of them. “You totally did this on purpose,” he said and stopped a few feet inside. Stiles took a few seconds to look around, mostly to keep himself from leaning over to lick one of those drops of water, then shifted his whole body toward Jackson. “Yeah, sure. No problem. You run upstairs and find things. Clothing-type things. I forget those all the time, totally forgettable.” He didn’t forget those all the time.

"I bet you’ve got one of those showers with, like, ten shower heads, right?" Random, but it had popped up, thus was given a voice. And those shower heads, too, might have been something Stiles had given some thought. He was full of thoughts. In the past week or so, he’d been brimming with more than ever. The mental reminder of the week, and the empty space inside of it, was enough to get him to glance away again, though the look only led him to peer curiously toward the stairs. "I can wait here." It sounded more like a question than a suggestion.

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The way Stiles brushed up against him as he entered his house had heat curling through his stomach once more. The heat that he'd just chased away with the ice cold shower. He shuddered lightly, trying to ignore the way goosebumps skittered along his skin. "I didn't do it on purpose." he said with a slight roll of his eyes. .

Nodding his head, gesturing for him to step further in. "Well I could change into what I was wearing before...they do still smell like you." He murmured trying to suppress another shudder. He got to the edge of the stairscase pausing at the bottom step. "Why don't you come upstairs with me?" He asked with a lift of his brows. Not waiting for an answer as he moved up the stairs. "And yes, our shower is pretty amazing. And so is our Jaccuzi" He said with a faint smirk. 

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Been Awhile [Jackson | Stiles]

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  He took that low rumbling growl with him as Jackson moved away and he pressed his lips together to hold in the feel of that last, lingering kiss. “Six,” he murmured again, nodding, then shuffled off down the hall. Of course, then he realized he’d left his things back by the trophy case and moved back to grab them. The rest of the day passed by fairly slowly, though that was nothing new. Once the bell hit, he didn’t bother to look for anyone. As a matter of fact, he ducked Scott, who had been giving him curious looks all day, and made it out to his Jeep before the echo of the bell had finished playing out through the halls. Getting home took a little longer than usual, thanks to a water line that had busted, but a little creative rerouting got him back on track. Then, he was home, going between his room and homework and the kitchen. But the time five o’clock hit, he couldn’t sit still for longer than fifteen seconds and his minds kept tripping back to the week before, to the trophy case, and to the way his hands still felt like reaching out and grabbing. Five-thirty came around and Stiles moved out to the Jeep and sat there, staring back at his house and counting off the seconds. He made it another fifteen minutes before he turned the key and he pulled up to Jackson’s place two minutes early. He shuffled his way up to the door and knocked lightly once, then to the tune of the Star Wars theme song.

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His mind was in a fog the rest of the day, unable to think of anything but Stiles. And the way he'd grasped for him, the way his lips felt against his. The way his scent was always heady and strong with the slightest touches of arousal. And how good that scent was wrapped and intermingling with his own. How he could clearly see how much he'd wanted to take things further, even right there in public and against the trophy case. 

God the things he would do to him. 

When the day finally ended and he got to go home. He found himself pacing around the vastness of his empty house. Feeling like he could crawl right out of his skin. If he had less pride he would call Stiles and beg him to come over sooner, for instance now. But he couldn't he had to wait..

At 5:45 He felt as if he would attack the other boy tearing off his clothes the moment he did arrive. Which..just couldn't happen. There had to be some subtly right? Maybe very little. But there still had to be some. That's when he'd had the good sense to climb into an ice cold shower. It actually did help clear his clouded senses. Allowing him to think clearly for at least a moment.

However it appeared he'd stayed i the shower a little too long, considering keen werewolf senses picked up the sound of a knock as he made his way from the downstairs bathroom towards the stairs to his room. He glanced down at himself only wrapped in a towel. But he might as well let Stiles in. 

He pulled the door open leaning against the frame a slight smirk pulling at his lips "Come on in, i just have to run upstairs and grab some clothes." he said pushing some wet hair from his face.

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Been Awhile [Jackson | Stiles]

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It was really hard to stay pissed off. Stiles was usually awesome at staying pissed off, unless he was dealing with Scott. It was kind of impossible to be anything but greedy and grabby and pleased when Jackson was pressing him up against the glass of the trophy case. “Earlier,” he echoed. “I can do earlier.” Fingers tightened and Stiles rolled his hips forward and felt the rush of heat. No full moon for him; just arousal and a disregard for school property. “I did switch fabric softeners,” he joked. The sound of the bell worked its way through the nice little haze that had settled in. He could feel air drying on his neck, where Jackson’s lips had left a trail. He could feel the press of fingers against his skin, down deeper in the muscle, and he jerked in place. The glass made a sound and he pushed away from it and felt a little unsteady. Then, of course, he realized he was still holding on and he uncurled his fingers and wondered how long it would have taken him to work his hands inside Jackson’s pants to draw him out. He was guessing it wouldn’t have taken long and holy shit. “Seven —” He cut himself off. “Six. I’ll see you at six.”

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If he was being honest with himself, which he hardly ever was. He was growing far too accustom to Stiles being grabby and greedy, and loving it even more.. And he could blame it on the full moon as much as he wanted to. But there was familiarity and want there. And a want that wasn't purely sexual which unnerved him.

He let out a low rumbling growl as hips rolled against him, sending a jolt down his spine as the growl morphed into a groan. His fingers curled into the material of his shirt, tugging at it a bit to expose some of his collar bone to him. His mouth descending upon it hungrily. The teasing comment didn't break through his haze, his hands easing under his t-shirt to feel at the taught muscles of his lithe frame. 

Blue eyes still had an intensity about them, a hunger as they locked with amber hues. His breath coming in soft pants. "Six...six is good. I'll be waiting." And there was a heaviness to the words, hanging in the air. And even though students were filling the hallway he leaned in pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. Giving a teasing nip to the plush lower lip. "Six." he repeated against his mouth before he was pulling away entirely and heading for his next class

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I'm the hot guy...

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  "…I think you both might need a biology lesson."

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"I think you need a lesson on how to not be a buzzkill."

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"I'm not a buzzkill." He said with a lift of his brows. "Where did this whole hot guy thing come from."

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I'm the hot guy...

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  "Do i even want to know”

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"Scott’s the hot girl. I’m the hot guy."

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"…I think you both might need a biology lesson."

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I'm the hot guy...

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"Do i even want to know"

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My Tumblr Crushes:

howlinginhale

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stilinskicommastiles

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matt-daehler

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I have zero idea how crushes work with side blogs. [cause i think sma would be higher if it was just Jackson XD] But~ Here are lovely people either way

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snakeheartedwolf:

He watched him with lifted brows, watched him shift uncomfortably under a gaze. “Oh no one could keep a cap on the crazy in this town. I just meant at the high school.” Lifting his arms to cross his chest he hummed. “You don’t seem happy to see me. And you smell nervous..and bitter. Why?” He asked cocking his head to one side.

"—- You don’t even know how much worse it’s gotten." He rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers carding through his hair. At the question, he froze slightly — Amber eyes flickering to Jackson. Damn werewolves and their ability to smell emotion. He let out a soft breath, gaze dropping to the floor. “I— I don’t know.” I missed you. “Didn’t really expect you back.” I didn’t want you to leave. Did I mention I’ve had dreams where you die?

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"Scott told me a little bit. My first instinct was to find Derek when i got back. But i couldn't find him so i found Scott and he filled me in." He said with a slight shrug. He lifted a brow at him "You don't know?" he repeated sounding unimpresssed "You know it wasn't my choice to leave." 

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Been Awhile [Jackson | Stiles]

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Everything was changing so quickly. Even he was different now. Or at least he was trying to be. He was trying to be better. But it didn’t erase all the insults or mocking over the years. Things were never that simple. But being this close to Stiles. His scent surrounding him. His lips looking tantalizing as his hands toyed with the hem of his shirt. 

Any resolve he had left was weakening by the moment, before it was gone all together.  And his lips were molding against the other boys a hand sliding up into his hair. A low groan escaped him that transformed into a low growl as he sucked at his lower lip. His hand tightened in the brunette locks keeping his close as he nosed in at his cheeks. “Come over. Tonight. My parents are gone.” And then he was running his nose down the column of his throat, inhaling deeply.

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No, nothing was simple. It felt simple in the moment, had felt simple days ago when they’d been bare and wrapped up together, sticky and a little cool as the air settled. It had been comfortable. The last few days had been — less cool, but it wasn’t like he didn’t get it, to an extent. The fact that he got it didn’t ice his grumpy little cake with a layer of empathy, but whatever. There was now. This, whatever it was, whatever they were. Whatever they were included Jackson’s hand in his hair and the sound of his groan echoing in Stiles’ mouth. Stiles swallowed and nudged at his cheek, tipped his head back and made a choked, needy sound when he felt him run down his throat. “Tonight,” he repeated, and he swallowed again, tried to breathe. “Okay.” Yeah, he was agreeing. Go figure. He wanted to though; he really wanted to. “Eight?” That seemed a little early, but he was having trouble not suggesting they move some trophies out of the way and get comfortable.

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He'd known it was wrong on some level, leaving Stiles in the lurch like he had. After what they'd done. After the fact he hadn't been able to get stiles out of his mind, that he'd haunted his every thought, His every dream. Like he'd crawled under his skin and stayed there.  There was no fighting it . Only to try and work out whatever it was they had between them and not push him away. Or at least try not to.

The noise that left stiles had a shudder rolling down his spine. And then there was the way he tipped his head up, exposing his throat. A submissive action to his wolf. Though so was dropping to your knees for him. "Earlier." he murmured, nosing at his chin to tip his head further back. But then the wave of arousal and need hit him, coming off of Stiles. And an out and out growl escaped him and he suddenly pressed the other boy against one of the glass cases. Suddenly trailing kisses down the column of his throat "God you smell good" and the words were low and guttural. It was obviously the full moon talking here.But he was trailing escalating kisses and nips down his throat. his hands actually came up pinning the other boys hands  to the glass.  Though the bell tolled over head, cutting through the fog that had suddenly gathered in his mind. and he pulled back with heavy pants leaving him.

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snakeheartedwolf:

He watched him with lifted brows, watched him shift uncomfortably under a gaze. “Oh no one could keep a cap on the crazy in this town. I just meant at the high school.” Lifting his arms to cross his chest he hummed. “You don’t seem happy to see me. And you smell nervous..and bitter. Why?” He asked cocking his head to one side.

"—- You don’t even know how much worse it’s gotten." He rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers carding through his hair. At the question, he froze slightly — Amber eyes flickering to Jackson. Damn werewolves and their ability to smell emotion. He let out a soft breath, gaze dropping to the floor. “I— I don’t know.” I missed you. “Didn’t really expect you back.” I didn’t want you to leave. Did I mention I’ve had dreams where you die?

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"Yes i do. I had to check in with Derek when i got back. Him being my alpha and all. And when i couldn't find him. I found Isaac. And now apparently Mccall's an alpha. That's just great." he said with a slow exhale. "But he told me what's been going on." He said pushing his fingers through his hair. Though his attention was back on Stiles a moment later, and he lofted a brow at him. "I don't believe you. So why don't you tell me why you're really so nervous?"