Oh my gooodd

Hey, I'm Stiles. I'm 17 and I live in Beacon hills where things are almost never normal. I'm no hero, and if that means being Robin for the time being, that's fine by me. M!A: None

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OOC:

If I'm not on for a few days, you'll most likely be able to find me here. 

It's the blog I get on most regularly so come yell at me If I haven't replied!

-Meelo

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Sabotage || Stiles & Derek

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Derek, in his drowsy stupor, merely opens his eyes and looks up at the two adolescents that had just entered, completely ignoring Deaton as the doctor dropped to his knees, quickly examining Derek. He asks him what seems like at least a thousand questions — questions Derek isn’t paying attention to, by the way. He doesn’t really have the patience nor the mental capacity at the moment to hold a two-sided conversation. And on top of that, he’s still leaning on Stiles, his consciousness wavering. Poor Derek won’t remember saying anything in a few hours; he won’t even remember half of the stories Stiles told — not for a little while anyway.

The werewolf nuzzles his now throbbing head against Stiles’ shoulder, sniffling, and wincing. “C’mon,” he says, his throat raw and scratchy. “You gotta get up.” It takes too much effort for Derek to pick up his trembling, bloodied hand and push it lightly into Stiles’ thigh. That’s something he does remember. He remembers shoving Stiles into the floorboards. He remembers how much he’s bleeding. He remembers how he healed Stiles. He remembers that much. Anything past there is fuzzy.

“Scott…” The alpha breathes out weakly, feeling himself drifting.

He hears the omega moving, but his eyes are glued shut and he can’t see a damn thing. He’s still stuck in that twilight-stage, where he can hear everything from four different heartbeats to a mouse scurrying in the woods six miles away. And then Derek is falling away from Stiles, and there’s just an empty space where he was. Derek slouches over and crumples, something — somebody hard, letting all his weight rest on whoever it is.

It’s Deaton, Derek realizes. But he doesn’t recall anything else after that. He finally blacks out after he’d been trying so hard to stay awake. He just can’t hold on anymore, and he lets go. He floats off into oblivion, distorted visions and figures dancing behind his eyelids as he sleeps.

And when he wakes up, the first thing he notices is the light.

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Derek hasn't been in to see Stiles, though he really can't blame him because he's not even woken up yet. Stiles himself just barely woke up a day ago, hooked to wires and machines and feeling mildly drugged by all pain meds flooding his system. He feels like laughing, this whole thing still feels ridiculously like they're trying to avoid actually talking.

His dad hadn't been happy, he almost never is anymore, Stiles tries to not think about that. There had been police officers, nurses, and doctors in and out of his room between him being awake and asleep. Apparently no one was allowed to see him while he was unconscious, but after a bit of sweet talk his father agreed to let his friends visit. Surprisingly Allison had been the first to visit, claiming that this was all her fault for not getting a bullet from her dad in the first place. Stiles doesn't tell her that none of this came about with Derek having knowledge of the bullet. He figures it would just cause more problems he'd rather avoid at the moment.

Scott and Isaac bring him the biggest burger he's ever seen, and goes on to ignore their judgy faces when he practically devours it. But everything aside, having his friends there, his dad there, nothing really seems to settle him. It's an unnerving feeling and once Boyd finally shows up with news that Derek is awake, Stiles feels like he's been unknowingly holding his breathe this entire time.

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"Hi."

(wow so original. god my starters suck i apologize)

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YOU’RE IT! Rules are: copy and paste this to 10 other beautiful people/blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful :)

//ooc

Megaaannnn~

I love you so much omfg stop 

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your blog is a bit ridiculous, there are like 5 spelling mistakes in the description and ThAt WhOle ThinG with the random capital letters is just annoying as fuck. I mean I guess your blog has a good concept but the rest...

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Oh my go-

hahahaha, hold on, ThIs WhOlE tHiNg was for an M!A for Demon Stiles?

Like? 

Congratulations you understand that it’s suppose to be annoying as fuck?

Good for you?

Oh my god though, my blog has a good concept? What concept would that be it’s a fucking roleplay blog

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Sophia woke up to her back hitting a cold concrete floor. She tried to open her eyes, to look around and see just where she was or why. But there was something oppressive over her eyes and panic grew. She could hear the sounds of boots scuffing on the floor and the door shutting, leaving her and another heartbeat alone in a..she didn’t know. She had no idea where she was. 

Her head throbbed painfully, the probability of a healing concussion all too real. She tried to bring her hands up to clutch at her head but found that they were being restrained behind her back by..manacles? What the hell? 

“Motherfuckers..” She hissed quietly, trying not to panic. The last thing she remembered was a bright light and then..electricity. It ran through her veins like fire and knocked her out. But why? That was a stupid question. She knew why. After a bad day at school she had thought going for a run would help. Apparently not. 

Sophie turned her head towards the sound of the other heartbeat,  her own racing as she tried to remain clam and think.

“H..Hello? Who’s there?” She hated that her voice sounded so..scared. She tried clearing her throat but she was sure if she opened her mouth again it would sound just as shaky. 

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"Uh," Stiles says intelligently, at a loss for words, "that depends where 'here' even is.." He trails off as he struggles to get free of his binds. He knows his attempts are futile, and he should probably be conserving his energy for when their buddies come back to play, but he can't keep his jittering limbs to calm. And if squirming around satisfies him enough to calm him down, who is he to not oblige?

"Was' your name?" He mutters, finally knocking the blind off his face with his shoulder and desperately trying to get his eyes to focus in the low light room, he thought having the blindfold on was dark, but now that he sees the room he believes its a very real possibility he wouldn't be able to see his hand if he held it up in front of him. 

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Faith just looked at him with a somewhat smile. “Very funny. Don’t tease a girl when she needs to eat Stilinski.” She walked into his kitchen. “What are you going to make me?” Faith had known of Stiles since elementary school so she wasn’t running into a strangers home.

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"Faiith," He groans in protest, but closes the door and follows her into his kitchen anyway. Not needing to direct her since she possibly knew the layout of his house as much as him. "I am not your personal chef, and that is final." He places his hands on his hip and lifts his chin in defiance.

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Hey, I’m Nikki.

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"What'cha doin' in Beacon Hills Nikki?"

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Hot Cheetos and Swiss Rolls │Ericareyescatwoman

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“Oh you’re going to really claim that I’m stealing your ideas? Funny Stiles.” She said, a small smirk on her face as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re such a dork. And look at you, you’ve faced Alphas straight up before but you’re too afraid to have a hot Cheetos contest? You’re such a baby…”

Erica just loved teasing Stiles, and it was nice, to have someone to do that with. Considering how weird she didn’t have many friends to begin with outside of the pack. People were either intimidated or just hated her. “I love to eat sour stuff and watch how my face gets all twisted and stuff.” Erica added with a small giggle.

“Thank god, I mean, I like Pepsi, but coke is sweeter and tastier. At least, I think so.” She added, shrugging as she followed him, letting out a squeal of delight at his find. “Get the white chocolate ones or please!” She screamed again, grabbing at a few bags on the shelf. “Sour patch kids!”

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A small smile spreads across Stiles face, he can't imagine his life without the pack. After his mom died his dad was always busy, and he didn't have much family. Now that he has the pack it's like a second family, even if they can't fill the hole his mom left they do their best and it's enough for Stiles.

"When was regular chocolate pretzels even an option?!" Stiles declared indignantly reaching for the white chocolate pretzels. He decides that pringles and cheez-its can't not be apart of their hoard of snacks, and after dumping them into the cart he stands up straight. After putting his hands on his hips and letting out a content sigh he turns to Erica. "Last chance to back out now, there will be no mercy tonight and you may or may not gain like 10 pounds."

Stiles decides this should be the type of thing that become an annual occurrence, also he decides that they should stop by Red Box before going back home.  

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 Why are you starring at me?

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"Uh," Stiles lets out a nervous laugh, "you are kinda at my house.." He nibbles on his lip before deciding to open the door fully and letting her in "Is everything alright?"

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Take Me Away (iamangelcullen)

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She shook her head. “It’s not fun. I mean, it’s fun the first few times but after awhile… it just sucks. I made friends and then a week later, I had to leave and my friends always stopped talking to me after that. It hurt but it was life, you know?”She paused before continuing. “I was actually kind of hoping that I wouldn’t get adopted, so I could move out when I turned 18 and be on my own. But I know I’d either be dead or lost right now.”She weakly laughed. “Anyways, enough of my sad tales. So, just what is your werewolf friend like?”She asked, a small smile on her face.

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"Derek? A little broody, a little grumpy. But he's really a great guy once you get to know him." Stiles gives a half-hearted shrug. "I wouldn't make any sudden movements at first though, he's a little paranoid that way and I do not want to get yelled at so we're going to have to figure out how to introduce you two without him clawing at my throat. He's a little territorial." 

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My name’s Faith and I need to eat.

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"Oookayy." Stiles leaves his hands where they are, hesitantly raised at his sides after Faith had come pounding into his home guns a blazing requesting food. He decides that it's best not to question Faith, he learned that a long time ago. "I thought you were on a diet. Or was that last week? Or the week before that?" Stiles could tease her. He was allowed. It's 1am and if his father wasn't on the late shift he'd be dead.

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Hot Cheetos and Swiss Rolls │Ericareyescatwoman

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“My mom was really sweet.” He says quietly, a sad smile playing at his lips. Stiles has learned to send away any sadness when concerning his mom, it had taken a while, and a hell of a lot of crying, but he finally got it under control to where he just had to breathe in ten breaths if it got really bad. 

“That stuff will kill ya, and I’m convinced that your perfect-wolfy-immune-system will not be able to sustain it in the end. Let it be known that I predicted it from the beginning!” He declares, jamming his pointer finger in the air, “Do you think I could get that copyrighted?” He asked as he smiled over at her. 

They pull up to the Circle K and Stiles shimmy’s out of his seat belt, wrapping a nonchalant hand over Erica’s shoulder as they walk into the store. He nods as they walk up and down the aisle “First question, and this might legitimately be the deciding moment of if we can be friends,” He holds out the two boxes in front of her “Regular skittles, or sour skittles.”

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“She’d be so proud of who you are now, Stiles…don’t forget that.” Erica mumbled, watching him carefully. She felt so…..bad…..almost like she was responsible for all this, though she knew she wasn’t. But hearing his comment on the cheetos made her smile, glad that they were getting on a lighter topic. “You can say that and bet on it all you want, but I can take hot cheetos.”

Erica smirked, getting an idea. “Tell ya what. How about you and I will have a contest to see who can eat the most without drinking anything.” She said, knowing she could win. Erica used to eat them all the time with her lunches at school, and she could definitely stand the head. “Copyright it all you want, but when you lose, I’m copy righting that.” She added, sticking her tongue out at him.

As she walked with him she blushed at the arm around her shoulder, walking into the store and looking around, giggling at his question. “Sour, definitely.” She said, picking up a bag. “Cheetooooooooos.” She cooed, grabbing a bag of the regular and hot ones. “Next question. What is the better pop, coke or pepsi?” She asked, pointing to the two liters on the shelf.

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Stiles gapes at her "Are you trying to steal my ideas? I resent that!" He yelps indignantly. "Also, if I wanted to dye my tongue red and suffer the consequences of digesting that many Cheetos. I don't heal easily like you do." He thinks for a second "And no I'm not saying this because I'm scared because obviously I just treasure my body, your body is a shrine you know."

Stiles clutches the sours to his chest, "Thank god, I was actually genuinely concerned for a moment. Who needs plain old skittles when you can eat and share the sours and laugh at everyone's faces." Stiles laughs and plucks the cheetos bag out of her hands and puts it in the cart, he had forgotten how much he missed having a friend like this. And Erica was easy, it was simple and fun to be with her.

"Oh god. I would say pepsi, but there was that one time when it didn't mix well at this bonfire and I threw up at the beach and-" His whole body shudders "-Coke is my final answer. What's the last movie you cried over?" He drops the items in their basket and tries the next isle. "Oh my god they have chocolate pretzels. Let me just die now so I can die happy." 

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Take Me Away (iamangelcullen)

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She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Sounds like you’ve thought this out a couple times before.”She smiled at him before looking out the window. “It must be nice to have lived in one place for most of your life. I’m adopted so when I was younger, I was always going from place to place. The weird thing is that I finally got adopted when I turned 16. Which, at that age, most no one wants. But my family are different, as you well know.”She laughed again before sighing. “So, your dad’s a deputy or something? Cool. So, do you work somewhere or do you just go to school and learn stuff that no one remembers when they’re older?”

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Stiles shrugs "Nah, I just have this incredible ability to call forth a plethora of words and form them into a, sometimes, understood statement." Stiles turns onto the main road leading away from the part of the woods at the edge of the town. "No my dad is the sheriff, after-" my mom died "-I turned 10 he ran for town Sheriff. You're looking at the sheriffs son." He says motioning to himself in a sweep of a hand movement. "Just school for now. Staying in one town all your life is boring as hell. I know it's not the best circumstances, but you must have seen and traveled to a lot of places. I'd like to do that."

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Feminine yet masculine|| Stiles and Liz

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Eliza chuckles and swats Stiles’ hand away from her boob. “Not now Stiles, you can play with them in the car.” She runs out to get a bra or two. “Here,” She said putting the bra on. “Doesn’t that feel better love?”

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Stiles scrunches his nose, twisting his arms in a test. It does feel like his boobs are more secure- he subconsciously shudders at that very statement- but it feels like his arm pits are gunna be hell after a few hours. Plus his shoulders don't feel too comfortable and can he just sigh at his life, please? "If I say yes do I get a reward." (eep)

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ooc//

K.

honestly all my starters suck tonight and im to tired to even be bothered about it,

(message me if you want to be apart of a specific verse or if you want to start up a new verse)

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Hello, I'm Stiles.