The Liar lies in a reclining position.

Independent and Private Stiles Stilinski role play blog written by Chuck.

[findmeon-allxson]

"Stiles…" And her expression is grim— because she knows that expression. She mastered the body language of Stiles Stilinski since she started training him to be a hunter. The right kind of it. “What did you do this time? If you come straight, I might not judo flip you.”

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"You wound me with the insinuation that I've actually done something wrong, Allison..."

To add emphasis, he held his hands over his heart, wincing quite convincingly as he got down on his knees and held out his hands towards her.

"Please, oh great and powerful huntress, take mercy on my scrawny and sarcastic soul..."

Cue the grumble under his breath.

"...Kinda snapped your bowstring."

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"Stiles, in a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being like pig in being minced alive and 1 like someone just stuck a neddle under one of your toenails and then kicked it... How much would scream if I decide that I'm having you for dinner? Literally."

"…"

"Do decimals come into play here as well or are we just gonna keep playing a loaded question game?"

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"Stiles, for someone who's a skinny ball of sarcasm you have no real sense of humor."

"Or your brain has been pickled for so many centuries that you just can’t have a modern sense of comedic taste. Ever consider that?”

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midwinterfears replied to your post:"How many werewolves it takes to change a...

She’s this close to bite him, Stiles keeps pushing his luck lol

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"How many werewolves it takes to change a lightbulb?"

"That’s a rather loaded question there, Bloody Mary. First of all: werewolves don’t exist—they’re just a figment of someone’s delusional Hollywood imagination. Second of all: why would you need a werewolf to change a lightbulb? Are you that desperate? Just go to the animal clinic, get a dog, grab a tub of ice cream, and call it a night with The Notebook or something…”

[idekssarah]

  “Trust me, they don’t shut up, but fine.” She stared at him as he     spoke, maybe he did have a point. She was a genius, she was     very aware of how much a genius she was. She just didn’t      know how to help the pack. “I know.” She whispered. “I just     hate all these damn voices.”

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"I've got it! So we'll do like a barbershop quartet with the pack and see what your voices have to say, huh? Come on, that one was gold."

Stiles tossed his arms up with frustration, clearly unsure how to even possibly help with this situation. It truly bothered him to see Lydia in this condition--especially that there was really no avoiding this.

"You know, maybe they're not such a bad thing. They're a part of you, like how the Jedi have the Force--it's not necessarily a bad thing--in fact, it's quite bad ass--but that's not the point right now. Maybe you should just give em a chance--sharing is caring--cooperation--that sort of thing."

[idekssarah]

  “I just want to help, but how can I help when all I have is voices in my head?”

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"Well, Lydia, maybe you can just tell them to shut up and listen. You've got quite a brain up there--like a female Stephen Hawking minus the impairments that come with that compliment--so you do help." He confessed, trying to at least throw some humor around to lighten up the plummeting mood in the air.

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"You see, young huntress, there's going to come a time in your life where you ask yourself: why did I befriend this handsomely devilish son of a gun? But you know what? Today is not that day..." He stated nonchalantly, hiding the snapped bowstring from her sight as he thrummed his fingers on the table and whistled an off tune.

[smileallisonx]

A groan immediately hits the airway, but there is no way she is going to explain this to him. It takes everything in her to not grab the nearest pillow or any other object. 

“Nothing, Stilinski. —- your chair fine, you’re right.”

Making herself comfortable, she tried to get herself as in the mood as possible; however, she knew this was something she’d ultimately end up regretting. After all it was Star Trek, how interesting could it really be? “Just don’t talk.”

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"Fine, fine, no talking from me..." He grumbled as the intro theme kicked in to Episode IV: A New Hope.

It brought a slight grin to his face to hear the jingle, even memories of how he and his mom used to watch the trilogy (he doesn't acknowledge the prequels much) quite often together. His eyes darted from Allison to the TV screen several times before he unzipped his lips.

"...You know why they go with Episode IV first?"

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She squinted her eyes at him, she knew Stiles rather  enough to not be surprised by this— but she kind of  was, anyway. Almond hues going from a paler than  usual Stiles to the… thing on the floor.

                 ❝You’re insane if you think I’m gonna get that                      stuff anywhere near my face, Stilinski. ❞ 

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Stiles needed a plan and fast: good thing that this was one of his numerous talents. He pounced on the floor and dabbled his fingers in the brown stuff, clearly emphasizing how it was not, indeed, fecal matter. He then raised his fingers to his mouth and stuffed them in there.

Glorious.

"Shee? Ift's not..."

Right, take your fingers out of your mouth, Stiles.

Cue the spitting and lavishing tongue rolls as he coughed up the nasty flavor.

"...It was chocolate. Tiny chocolate Santas that Scott sat on before he left and smeared all over my floor. Also, why are you here? I checked my schedule: I wasn't due for a throat rending today, so..."

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dxfinitelyahale

"..."

Okay, so that brown stuff all over the floor could be explained--clearly. Still, that didn't stop Stiles from having a near cardiac arrest event when there was a sudden wild she-wolf appearing in his window. 

Right, so, Trainer Stiles used stalling persuasion!

"...Alright, I can explain this, seriously. I did not defecate explosively on my carpet! Here, smell it! That's not human fecal matter!"

Yeah, this wasn't going to go down as 'super effective'.

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sxmethingelse

"So, back to our Turkey Day list here: you put..."

"...ve-nee-sun. Ah, venison. Well, it's a bit hard to come by, but hey, I'll see if I can pull a string or two."

[afraidofthebigbadwolf]

  "You’re such a child Stiles. What are you, in the sith grade or something?”

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"..."

That reply shut him up faster than the Millennium Falcon in lightspeed. Seriously, did Isaac just understand his reference? Cardiac arrest imminent.

"...How long have you been holdin' out on me, Isaac?" He asked in a low tone, the astonishment of meeting another fan becoming too much.

"After all this time?"

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afraidofthebigbadwolf

"Again with the scarves? It's like freakin' Tatooine outside and you're acting as though we're on Hoth! Sometimes I just don't understand you, my friend..."

[beaconlhills]

[sxmethingelse-deactivated201501]

She stood still as he dried her back, twitching slightly whenever the fabric went by a particarly soft spot. It was nice to have someone helping her get those tricky places. Malia even found herself humming a tune she picked from some movie he made her watch.

"Sure."

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"Alrighty then..."

Stiles sputtered out a few incoherent phrases about the temperature, curves, and wetness, but he lived. He quietly continued to dry her off, eventually going down low and patting it down vigorously.

Oops. Not his fault--she agreed.

"There, all dry, Maws." He stated, wrapping the towel around her and admiring his, uh, feat he accomplished.

[thebansheeofthepack]

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