left in ruins,

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                       you will forget me.

                                                               i won’t.

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                                           a common c r i m i n a l and now you’re                                             headed for the d e r a i l. liar, liar ! c o v e r up your                                                                            tracks again !                                                             

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hi so i’ve been kinda ??? dead for awhile ??? but hi, i still exist. i’ve just really fallen out of love with this blog due to other circumstances but i’m probably making a new indie here soon idk.

so i guess a recap is in order ?? i moved upstate with my bf, got accepted into college, and have never been happier.

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hi I'm alive and I just got done moving and etc etc.

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and never let you go?

@jxshw

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"Stiles, I, oh god, there's so much blood. I...I'm sorry. I don't think... I just needed you to know...I never stopped loving you."

it's late when his phone rings, jostling from his sleep, bleary eyed and heart racing from the noise. he isn't used to being woke up this late anymore-- most of his adventures seemingly taking place during the daylight hours anymore. (and thankfully, scott had learned what a front door's functions were and stopped going through his window when he wanted something.)

“hello?” he's sure he isn't speaking english when he starts talking but the moment he hears her voice, he's awake and dressing himself. “ella? where are you? what's going on?” he's prompting, trying to figure out what to do. where to go.

his mind is running a million miles a minute as he grabs the keys to his jeep and rushes downstairs, passed his father at the table, who these days, just shakes his head at him. “ella?” he tries again.

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@jxshw·

                                 ❛❛i’m home— woah !❜❜ a rush of feet, a grinning face, and then he’s swept up in a hug. laughter erupts from his throat and he wonders if it was always this easy.

                                 ❛❛i was gone for two days ! miss me that much ?❜❜ playful, fun.

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he's been going mad without josh being home, his college courses hadn't been enough to quite entertain him and he's felt alone and miserable without him.

it's on the second day that he hears the door unlock and he's racing toward it, bounding almost. perhaps a bit too much even, as he picks josh up into a hug. “of course i missed you that much! it's lonely without you here.”

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kisses his neck.

he's making breakfast for the two of them-- euan and himself, for the first time in their new house. normally, he would allow his boyfriend to do this whilst he would offer to clean up afterward and around the house during. but for now, the other were sleeping and for once, stiles were the first awake. he had been eager to do something for euan once he knew how hard a day he'd had the day before.

luckily, stiles had a day off from classes and had begun (attempting, really) to get up much earlier to help out more. today had been like such and he'd tasked himself with making eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a small sliver of toast, with glasses of orange juice set off to the side. (he had always personally preferred his more on the warm side and tended to add a bit of ice to cool euan's back.)

it's as he's setting the table that he feels arms wrap around his midsection and lips against his neck and he nearly drops his plate on the floor. “well, good morning handsome.” he smiles, twisting in euan's arms. “don't be spoiling your appetite so soon, i made breakfast.”

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“Now would be a really great time to come back.”

Chapter 15 of Home. (Click to see full res.)

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                                  ———till death do i part.

                                               ( REMAINS )

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           he drifts in the few moments of silence, his mind walks off and he idly wonders what he should eat when he gets back to the lodge. or if he should go straight to bed, but that only happens if it’s early in the morning when he gets back. his sleeping schedule is ruptured. he’s not even sure he would be able to go to bed.

           and then stiles is talking again, and his eyes snap into focus. right. yeah. he was… talking to someone. okay.

                                 ❛❛nicest nightmare i’ve had in a while.❜❜ says it with a smidge of a smile, self-loathing in more ways than one.                                  ❛❛what are you doing out this way ?❜❜ moving on.

           his shoulders shrug, too big hoodie and fitted jeans. he needs to go clothes shopping soon. but again, soon, none of this might matter. he needs to sleep.

                                 ❛❛yeah.❜❜ depends on the definition.                                  ❛❛i just haven’t slept yet. it was a nice night.❜❜

he's listening, watching his own movements carefully, watching josh's even more so. though he may only be recently changed, his control is subpar to most and his mind is fresh, moldable, with the loss of pack. he dares not to move, scared of what he could do if he so much as did such. he forces himself, slowly, very slowly, to shake the color from his eyes.

he cannot risk frightening someone he just ran into like such. he cannot let someone in on a secret that only few in the world knew about. could not risk hunters coming down on them both.

“must be my charming personality, or maybe my drop dead looks. who knows.” stiles' reply is cool, a hint of a grin crossing over his mouth before shifting into slight confusion. “got a little lost.” he admits, though he's not too sure if josh can pick the lie out or not. it's not entirely the truth, a long shot, really.

stiles would be amazed if he knew, though. if josh could see right through his lie.

“looks like it's been more than tonight.” and perhaps, with that, he's crossed a boundary not meant to be crossed but something about josh reminds him of himself. of the nogitsune that had once taken over him and forced him to do horrible things to family, strangers, friends.

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Do you happen to have any really solid relationships for Stiles you can't see him being without? You know the ones that perk him up inside your head whenever spotted or mentioned? Sorry if I'm being nosy. Just curious.

oh no, you’re fine! 

i have a couple, most are played by kelly, if not all of them, 

in fact. her @cicatricumrefertam (euan) being one of the main ones; you can guarantee stiles to suddenly perk up the second he’s even so much as mentioned. stiles might try and drive euan nuts from time to time, but it’s all part of his everlasting charm, admittedly.

@thebetatohisalpha (scott) because we’re both sciles trash, through and through. stiles would lay his life down for scott, no matter what. they’ve been around the block in canon and out here and stiles still can’t get his fill.

@toughasclaws (alayna) quite possibly one of stiles’ favorite relationships to date. they’ve seen it all through verse after verse, from falling in love to falling in with dinosaurs. stiles loves this girl, hands down.

and then there’s @jxshw (josh washington) played by nico and this happens every time we make an rp together. we accidentally start doing ‘what ifs’ and then we can’t stop and it becomes game over but man, these two. these are gonna get interesting.

of course, these aren’t the only ships/relationships that are this way for him. i’m sure  could go and name a million off the top of my head, but in the sake of keeping this short, i’ll refrain.

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❛ too late. all gone. ❜

dejected looking. “oh no. alayna.” his face contorts into but a mere pout.

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           he should have stayed home. josh doesn’t like interacting with new people. lately, he’s stopped interacting with anyone that wasn’t a close friend. but here he is. actively responding to conversation being generated. what a strange concept. he feels discomfort at his core and resists the urge to peel himself back.

                                 ❛❛it’s— it’s josh.❜❜ now he’s in it for good.                                 ❛❛and, really. it’s fine.❜❜ is this all right ? is he being civil ? he can’t rightly tell the difference, now a days. too many late nights. too many long days.

           he can’t remember the last time he’s slept.

stiles isn't exactly sure where he is, he just knows that he had to run and he partially wonders if it's the moon. but then, he's not sure if it is because he can't see it well, hidden behind the trees.

and perhaps part of him is already resisting the urge to r i p this man to pieces. something he knows very well that he shouldn't do. can't do.

“nice to meet you, josh, sorry for being your worst nightmare at this point.” although, he's not really sure if he's actually that sorry for it. after all, who in the world is out this late? other than him.

“dude, are you okay? not just from the fall but...” he trails off, not sure from what but stiles can sense something-- not sure if it's josh or the place around them.

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❛ i will eat the curly fries. ❜

“alayna? alayna! don’t be so hasty here!”

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“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

                                 ❛❛can we pretend that you’re not a WEREWOLF && that i’m not essentially IMMORTAL ?❜❜ it’s a rhetorical question, he knows he will never forget. not with the way he found out. not with the way he continues to thrive.

           the answer is no. josh looks at him and wonders what stiles sees when he looks at him.

                                 ❛❛it’s fine if you’ve got a thing for me. doesn’t mean shit’s gonna change. this happens, it’s whatever.❜❜ he takes a minute to look him over, quiet in the worst of ways.                                  ❛❛besides. not like either of us are going anywhere.❜❜

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❛ if you're not over here in two shakes. . . ❜

“alayna, i can be there in one shake of the tail feather, don't you worry.” it's a cool reply and he's most certainly already on his way out the door to meet her. (as he knows to not cross her when he dares make a promise as such. stiles has very much learned his lesson.)