it's my only defense

[ Inactive. ] Run boy run! This ride is a journey to Run boy run! The secret inside of you Run boy run! This race is a prophecy Run boy run! And disappear in the trees [ indie Teen Wolf roleplay blog, pre-3b, single-ship, sideblog ] "Hi there, the name's Stiles. Welcome to Beacon Hills, Nowhere, California. Notable for its sprawling woods, sleep inducing night life and ever growing monster population."

[indefenseofsarcasm]

As you might have guessed, this blog is on hiatus for now. Stiles is fun and still rather active, but I just can't this fandom.

[zainclaw]

Stiles wakes up to Derek pulling him into his lap; arms protectively wrapping around him while softly hushing him. His throat is sore, he’s sucking for air, but he’s not screaming anymore. His heart is racing, the terror still aching heavily in his chest, and he’s clutching the arms holding him on pure instinct.

"You’re awake," Derek tells him, his hot breath curling over the back of Stiles’ neck. "You’re okay. You’re awake."

It takes a moment of further reassuring before Stiles remembers how to breathe again. He goes limp in Derek’s arms and probably would’ve fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for Derek firmly keeping him in place. Stiles whimpers, wondering if his dad will come running, but figures he would’ve done it already if not thinking Derek could handle it.

"This was a bad idea," Derek sighs into his hair. "I’m not helping."

"You are," Stiles pants out, chest still heaving and fingers still digging into Derek’s arm. He hadn’t been screaming as much this time, and despite the nightmare he has a feeling it’d be twice as horrible if Derek hadn’t been there. "Please, just— Don’t leave."

His plea is barely a whisper, but he knows Derek heard it when he nuzzles his neck and tightens his arms around him.

"I’m not going anywhere," he murmurs.

[neptunepirate]

[daniels-gillies]

stiles being stiles as usual

[indefenseofsarcasm]

"It's cool. I meant to do that."

[punksteves]

it’s just a dream

[scottiemccall-deactivated201801]

[aaronwarner]

[loislanes]

[michmemoirs]

stiles + flailing

[yourstorynotours-deactivated201]

"To my knowledge their parents, both of whom were hunters, are dead, so just them. They keep few allies, and travel with themselves alone, unless…unless Castiel is favoring them at the moment," Kali glanced, and shrugged. "Well it was a few years ago, but they were wanted by the FBI."

[indefenseofsarcasm]

"Castiel?" That threw Stiles off somewhat. "The Argents are different. I only know a few but from what I've been told there is a whole clan out there. They do have the code, but we've encountered our fair share of power hungry and/or mad ones, too."

[indefenseofsarcasm]

ooc: If you'd have told me when I started watching TW that I'd rewatch an episode just to disprove a fan theory to myself, I'd never believed you. 

[indefenseofsarcasm]

ooc: I start to understand people who don't make greeters anymore. I've got like 10 to do right now and I have no inspiration whatsoever. Even for the characters I haven't interacted with yet.

[i-wanna-not-be-scared-deactivat]

{Allison frowned feeling as the tears were streaming down her cheek. She didn’t know how it happened. She didn’t know anything. The girl was still in shock. She stopped herself uncertainly, looking at the arrow in her hands. Stilinski without any problem could see the blood on it.}

“I just … I think that Lydia … Something happened in the woods … Stiles,-I …”

{She broke off still staring at the blood.}

"What if she is… What if Lydia is dead?!"

[indefenseofsarcasm]

"Lydia? What about-" The words stuck in Stiles throat as he followed Allison's eyes to the arrow in her hand. Blood. Blood was not a good sign. Not at all. A hand closed around the arrow while the other gripped her shoulder. He tried to keep his voice steady. "Allison. What happened? Whose blood is this?" 

[yourstorynotours-deactivated201]

"Extremely co-dependent brothers," Kali looked over at Stiles. "If you only see one, watch your back. The other is nearby. Hm…I bet the local law enforcement may remember their names though."

[indefenseofsarcasm]

"If they did, I would," Stiles mumbled offhandedly. "Is it just them? Or are there more Winchesters out there?"

[ofaltruxsm]

"Dad wanted to move back since our grandparents are still here, or that’s what I’ve been told."

[indefenseofsarcasm]

"Ah. Family. Always good to drag one to the middle of nowhere for the sake of being together." 

[arcumargentum-deactivated201404]

          “I didn’t think you needed to hide behind anyone with your trusty bat at hand.”

[indefenseofsarcasm]

"Not at all. But it's nice to know you guys have my back." 

[whosthatwolf]