#brokenxsavior

[lastxmanstanding]

{He was back in minutes, and already, he could tell by the lingering scent of treason coming from the other what had happened. Scott had totally known that was going to happen too. It literally happened every single time they did this little impromptu pizza night, and normally, Scott would tackle Stiles and hold him down until he could fart in his mouth, but. But.} You're such a dick. {There might have been a little whine there, but in retaliation he stole two slices of Stiles' Hawaiian with extra pineapple.} Consider this repayment plus interest.

[maheafuckyou]

Hello. Or something.

1. First impression:

Little spastic.

2. Truth is:

You're obnoxious.

3. How old do you look:

Too young for this grade.

4. Have you ever made me laugh:

Only when Jackson says something--or when I trick you.

5. Have you ever made me mad:

Next time, you're paying my phone bill.

6. Best feature:

Your hands aren't bad, I guess.

7. Have I ever had a crush on you:

Nope.

8. You’re my:

Teammate.

9. Name in my phone:

Bilinski

[lastxmanstanding]

if the two of them were any other two guys the sharing of clothes might give off a wreaking sign of odd codependency, yet because it's them it's as natural as the way stiles flops bodily onto scott, arm slung haphazardly over his best friend's waist. lips smacking lazily, he gives his friend's hip a pat. "Sure thing, man. Now shut the fuck up and let me sleep."

[lastxmanstanding]

stiles doesn't believe him, has known scott too /long/ to believe him. but if scott is deflecting then he must not want to talk about it, which is something stiles will gladly honor. shoulders drop in defeat, hands raising to the ceiling as he makes his way back to the bed and peels the sheets back. "Shake yourself dry or something. I don't need you getting my bed all wet."

But Scott was already rifling through Stiles' underwear drawer; they were more than friends, after all. They were best buddies, brother from different mothers and Scott was pretty sure that half of Stiles' underwear were actually Scott's.He wasted no time in divesting himself of his clothes, changing into something that smelled like Stiles, like home before he flopped down onto the bed next to him."--...Thanks, bro."  

[lastxmanstanding]

the words are muffled through the glass, so stiles does the smart thing by opening the window with a quiet hiss, tugging scott in before too much water can breach the room. he's a little bit ticked. scott can't get sick, it's just not smart to be wandering in the rain? whatever, it's late, stiles is tired, his best friend is obviously in need. cue mommy stance: hands on his hips, sleep-filled eyes narrowed at the other boy. "Mind explaining why I have a shivering, wet werewolf in my room?"

"Couldn't sleep." It's a simple enough explanation, one that would hopefully pacify Stiles, at least until normal waking hours. because Scott was tired, exhausted even, and all he wanted in that moment was to be warm, dry, and kind of curled up next to his best friend.AKA: the only person in the world Scott was sure he could trust. "We can just sleep, right?"  

[triskelionalphas]

Mains?

#OK IDK MAN I DON'T LIKE THIS QUESTION

#brokenxsavior is my main stiles

#buthexserpentundert is my main jennifer

#idk i don't really have any others #i like to rp with lots

[lastxmanstanding]

the tap on his window is utterly unsuspected; so quiet, so faint he thinks, for a second, it was nothing but the trees swaying dangerously close to the glass due to the raging winds and torrential downpour. stiles stirs in his bed with an audible groan, rolling out of it and stumbling to his feet none too majestically to investigate the noise. his hand is buried in his sweatpants, scratching absently at his ass when he gets to the window and sees a soaking wet scott on the other side. "Nice."

Scott wasn't sure where else to go.The fight with Isaac had turned into a fight with his mom, who, without knowing the whole story, had taken the beta's side over Scott's and it was in a fit of anger and a feeling of betrayal that he fled his own house.He'd chosen to walk around the city for awhile, as if the torrential rains could cleanse him of the ache that had taken root so wholly within his heart, but it had done no good, only serving to make him more melancholy.Which was how he'd found himself perched on the branch outside of Stiles' window, waving pathetically."Hey, buddy."  

[pulledfromhellarchive]

roadhousegirl said: BUT WHY? I have a Dean blog, and I’d never play him around you because you’d just blow me out of the water. Lol.

secondchancewinchester said: Story of my life

brokenxsavior said: me with other stiles players

crownedkiller said: same

stopdouchingupmycar said: h a sAME

[WHY? i'm a newbie and all the other deans are so amazing and i just watch their threads in awe akjsklahj]

[for those of you who said same ja feel - i just lkajskla]