where do we begin?

Name's Stiles. No, of course that's not a real name, but you can already stop trying to find out the real one. Except for you Coach, call me Biles if that means I'm gonna play next season. My favorite pastime is getting my head smashed into supernatural crap metaphorically and into steering wheels quite literally. Hope you noted the sarcasm there, Derek.

[studmuffinski]

"This town seems kinda dead. Well, not literally, but... you get the idea."

[loislanes]

[studmuffinski]

Stiles: hey scotty are you... you alright?

Stiles: y'know I was just making sure

[brilliantlyimmune-deactivated20]

Lydia hesitated. She’d spent so much time keeping these visions and strange happenings to herself, afraid of what her friends might think. But this was Stiles. She could tell Stiles almost anything. “The explosion in the motel," she began, avoiding his gaze. “Did you see anything in it?"

[studmuffinski]

Stiles narrowed his eyes, examining the strawberry blonde in front of him closely. "In it? What... what do you mean? Like, as if the flames formed something? Or was there literally something in it? I mean, do you... I- I saw nothing then, I guess."

[brilliantlyimmune-deactivated20]

I keep seeing it…

[studmuffinski]

"Seeing... seeing what, Lydia? What is it?"

[studmuffinski]

You know that rambling until it doesn't make any sense to anyone but you thing you do? Yeah, it's not working here.

"I wasn- Gosh, Danny, what did you dream about? Did Finstock walk in on you and Ethan? And that wasn’t supposed to be said out loud again. I… uh, I’m gonna… gotta go, do some- homework."

[studmuffinski]

Would you care to explain why you were in my room, going through my stuff?

"I thought I tol- Um. You’re awake. No idea what you’re talking about, dude. I mean, I didn’t know you were… awake right now, I thought you were sleeping because you had… an accident. Oh, but I um, I heard Scott’s mom talking about those terrible nightmares you apparently had. Er. Heh."

[corah-ale]

"He’s dead. He’s actually dead. 

[studmuffinski]

"I... I'm seriously sorry, Cora. Really. If that helps. Even though I think it won't."

[imasphyxiated-deactivated202209]

[missblake-toyou-blog]

I believe the idiom you’re looking for is the calm before the storm?

And what makes you say that, Mr. Stilinski?

[studmuffinski]

"Yeah, right. Well, as you can see my mind seems to be somewhere else or something. Probably just a bad feeling that doesn't mean anything."

[corah-ale]

"Don’t complain."

[studmuffinski]

"Wha— I wasn't complaining!"

[brilliantlyimmune-deactivated20]

I think I’ll take as much silence as we can get for the time being.

[studmuffinski]

"Yeah, but something seems off, y'know? Like you said, it feels like preparing for a battle."

[studmuffinski]

"I don't like how quiet it is. Kinda feels like the silence before the storm or something."

[brilliantlyimmune-deactivated20]

Well I could certainly use a vacation

[studmuffinski]

"Maybe something like the beach would be nice this time though. I'm kinda sick of motels for, like, y'know... well, the rest of my life."

[thebabygay]

You’re my best friend. I need you. You’re my brother. So if you’re gonna do this, then you’re gonna have to take me with you.

[corah-ale]

"Well if there’s pizza, I’m definitely in." Cora allowed a full smirk to grace her features, raising one eyebrow. “As long as you pay." She still wasn’t sure how she felt about this guy - but she was desperate for some interaction, something normal and fun. And, at the very least, he certainly seemed… interesting.

Cora had been given a brief summary of any important characters running around Beacon Hills - she’d heard a little bit about Scott and Stiles, as well as the Argents and somebody called Lydia. She knew most of what Stiles had just told her, but it still didn’t make sense. “So what’s kept you here, then?" Cora asked, after a moment or two. “Why haven’t you run screaming after all this?"

As a child, Cora had always been told that she couldn’t let humans know what she was, that she had to keep werewolves a secret. Humans didn’t like things that were different, her parents had said - besides a few members of her family (the werewolf gene wasn’t always passed on) most of the humans who knew of werewolves were hunters. She’d had friends that were human, but she never would have trusted them with her secret. 

[studmuffinski]

Giving a small shrug, Stiles fidgeted on the spot, one of his arms lifting to rub the back of his neck. "Well, I'm kind of just drawn to this sort of stuff. It's like I'm literally a magnet for normal trouble anyways, so I surely wouldn't even be able to escape the supernatural crap. Moreover it's just totally awesome when your best friend suddenly turns into a freaking Lon Chaney junior.", the attempt of a small smile flickered over his face. 

Alright, maybe not every teenager his age was an adderall-addictive, way too curious, stupidly brave cynic - all traits that allowed him to stay awake until the early hours of the morning to do research and create theories about the latest mess Beacon Hills had gotten itself into, but Stiles would be lying if he wasn't fond of his reputation in some way. The guy who ran with wolves, the human who's skills were actually a little useful at times. Even Isaac or Derek had to admit that. 

The teen's expression went a little blank all out of a sudden and he cleared his throat, avoiding Cora's gaze for something that felt approximately like half a minute. 

"Have you... I mean, have you heard of Derek? Is he alright?", he asked carefully, slowly daring to let his hazel eyes meet hers again. To be entirely honest, he wasn't really that interested in the alpha's well being, but he knew Scott was. Scott cared about Derek. And Stiles cared about Scott. A lot. So yeah, this was kinda relevant. 

[wynonna-earp]

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