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[avoidstiles]

HUMANS FOR DUMMIES // @leadvalor​

    ‘ —Hm? Oh. ’

❝It’s uh... It’s when you tie a boat to a dock so it doesn’t float away. Wait, where did you even GET docking from?❞                      

[avoidstiles]

““ Huh.. Roscoe’s seats are on the ceiling. What a peculiar thing, Stiles thinks to himself as he blinks his way through a groggy mind. His neck also hurts, he side notes—there’s a kink in it, or something. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, it takes the human a moment before he can accurately orient himself. He’s outside, laying flat on the ground (kind of), and his Jeep is flipped over above his head. Familiar... 

Dragging himself out of the Jeep is unexpectedly easy. Stiles doesn’t even notice that the vehicle is on fire until he’s standing in front of it.  But the flames aren’t moving, he bemuses. His wheels are still spinning, but the flames? They are static. A strange motion out of the corner of his eye catches his attention and he spins around quickly to meet it. It’s a creature, galloping towards him. He takes a sudden leap backwards just as it halts on the periphery of his personal space. He’s trapped between his Jeep and a Kanima, his mind provides helpfully. He watches it sway from side to side. It looks heedful of him. He looks terrified of it. When it reaches out a clawed hand, he feels a tug to lift his own. Oh? He watches as his arm raises from his side, moving forward on much of its own accord. He’s just about to meet her hand (Wait, her hand? not Jackson’s?) when he notices that he has six fingers. Shit. A twig snaps in the distance and suddenly the Kanima lurches into motion, it’s body spinning around as a tail comes whipping forward. Oh god NO! The familiar sensation of a slash across the back of his neck hits Stiles and before he can help himself, the human is falling forward. Fuck, not again. ””

When Stiles wakes again, he’s on the floor (but not because he fell there, but rather because he’d slept there). The uncomfortable kink in his neck is actually the chemistry textbook he fell asleep on and the weird fire-like crackling he’d thought he’d heard in his dream (yes, he’d heard a crackling) was the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. ❝Damn it.❞ Understanding hits him as all the events of the last few weeks come flooding back to mind. Scrubbing a hand across his lightly stubbled face, Stiles begins his morning routine of muttering bitterly to himself. He really has to PEE, and this ‘lady’ was taking SO LONG in the bathroom he’d literally fallen asleep waiting on her. ❝Tracy!❞ Stiles bellowed from his bedroom, getting up so he could bellow it from the hallway, too. ❝TRACY! !GOD DAMNIT WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!❞ Watering a fucking botanical garden?! As Stiles began his regular barrage of hitting his fists against the door, the human glanced out the window at the end of the hall. He’d consider going outside.. but.. it was fucking winter out there. ❝Come on.❞ He mumbles impatiently. This was nuts. Tracy was nuts. She was literally going to drive him back to Eichen House. At least they had multiple bathrooms there.

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[kjxngdae]

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Jongdae was holding a cup of coffee while walking downtown. He was caught up in his own thoughts so he wasn’t paying much attention to everything that was going on around him.

He casually looked to his side, since he was going to cross the street. All he could see was a running female figure towards him. It all happened so quick, he barely felt the hotness of the coffee get spilled over him at first.

“Ahhhhh!” He kind of yelled, finally feeling the coffee in his skin, dropping the cup of coffee. It felt like it was burning his skin. “It burns!” He said while shaking his shirt.

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It was Jongdae’s turn to do the grocery shopping so he went downtown to the supermarket. He decided to wear a cap on and tried to act as discreet as possible.

At the supermarket, Jongdae was looking at the vegetables, picking up some and placing them in the cart. A male figure standing beside him, started walking backwards, foot stepping him. “Ouch!” He quickly tried to remove his foot. “That’s my foot!”

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stillvoiid from here

He knows Stiles is home - the Jeep’s in the driveway and his brother’s light’s on - but he’s not expecting him to be laying in the tub, bloody and half dressed. Stile’s lips are tinged blue and suddenly Shaun’s need to take his own shower gets shoved to the back of his mind. He unstops the tub and grabs some towels before he moves to haul Stiles out, looping arms under his brother’s arms and tugging, not caring that Stiles ends up half sprawled over top him. Shaun doesn’t like the very blank look on his brother’s face.

He can tell that not all the blood on Stiles is his - there’s too much of it - and he ignores too cold fingers that try to stop his as he runs a towel over Stiles. Leave it? Never. Stiles is supposed to be the smart one. Why was he being stupid? Shaun wants needs to get his brother dry and warm before he tries to patch him up. “Shut up, Stiles,” his voice isn’t angry or even sharp, just soft and worried. “Just...just shut up.”

Shaun’s got Stiles between his thighs - back to his chest - even as he works Stiles’ jeans off and wraps him in a towel. He drapes another one over them both and winds his arms around Stiles’ waist, hands finding his brother’s and twining their fingers together. He’ll bandage him up once he’s sure Stiles isn’t going to freeze to death.

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shouldstillbewiththem

Shaun’s definitely not snooping through Stiles’ stuff. Of course not. He would never do such a thing. He was a good brother who wouldn’t go through his twin’s things. He’s definitely not humming One Direction’s ‘Drag Me Down’ while he does so. In reality, he is actually doing these things but he doesn’t notice the girl in the door, thinking he’s home alone.

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thebeaconpack 

Shaun only had vague ideas about what was happening around town, faint knowledge of weird Doctors, crazy experiments and dead  teens. One thing he knew better was Stiles and Stiles wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t relaxing. He should probably be asleep, they both should, but it was the only time he could be completely sure that Stiles was in the house. They needed to talk. Shaun slips out of his room and knocks gently on Stiles’ door before pushing it open enough to stick his head in, “Stiles? Are you awake?”