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[dudenotmyjeep]

notyouraveragebeta replied to your post: It’s been awhile, man.

Let’s keep that dick under control, alright?

whatohmygosh nice to see you, too! 

[dudenotmyjeep]

Faerie

Isaac and Stiles have a complex relationship-- it's probably wedged somewhere in between platonic affection and general douchebaggery, he thinks, and maybe a little natural attraction, but Stiles likes to chalk that up to the fact that they both like to drizzle just about everything in gross amounts of sarcasm.

Which is probably why they tend to get on so well in these kinds of situations. 

It started with Stiles offhandedly mentioning the spare paintball guns he had in his attic from when he and Scott used to frequent the old shooting range, Isaac's brow raising in a silent gesture of go on, and from there it really only went downhill.  

Hardly an hour later they were rampaging around the woods, splattering bark and brush in a multicolored array of paint and plastic, laughing and jumping and tackling and-- it'd really been too long since he'd seen Isaac really act like a kid, and Stiles couldn't even feel a little bit bad about breaking just about every environmental law in the county.  

He gets another shot in, the pseudo bullet whizzing past the werewolf's head and smashing into a nearby branch, when he disappears. Gone. Vamoose. His gun is laying prone on the leafy floor of the forest and it takes all of thirty seconds for Stiles to panic  because fuck and shit and they had been making too much noise, attracting too much attention, they were supposed to be playing it low key, dammit-- 

"Boo," he hears from behind him, and before he even gets a moment to fucking piss his pants, Isaac is hooking both arms underneath of his and taking hold of Stiles own gun, his fingers trapping the human's in place on the trigger and holding it down, pushing a spray of paintballs from the barrel in a very Scar Face like fashion, he has to admit, and they're both shaking with the momentum of the gun and the laughter, watching between war cries and fit of raucous laughter as the paint splatters everywhere.  

When the gun is finally out of bullets and it's just making tiny little clicking noises in response to the press of their fingers, Stiles takes a moment to suck in a breath of air between the giggles. "Okay, that was seriously awesome, like, I can't even--" 

"Ahem." 

There, in front of them, stands a very grumpy, very paint stained Derek Hale.  

Stiles can feel Isaacs arms go limp under his, and the gun drops to the forest floor with an echoing thump.  

"Anyone want to explain this?" Derek says, growls, really, and this whole situation just became a lot less fun. Stiles sucks in a breath and holds his hands up in a placating gesture, grin shaky and palms sweaty. "Well, we were just--" Stiles turns his head to look back at Isaac and finds the spot he was previously occupying empty, nothing but a rustle of leaves in the wolf's wake. 

Fuck. 

"You, then." Derek says, and takes a menacing step forward. 

Stiles is really questioning his choices in friends.

[dudenotmyjeep]

//i made it home safe!! 

but i'm really really tired so imma pass out uwu

[dudenotmyjeep]

Where are my boys at?? :(

[dudenotmyjeep]

linearhierarchy replied to your post: linearhierarchy replied to your post: uhnm...

C’mere.

Mmm, nooo, you c'mere. -grabby hands-

notyourgayyoda replied to your post: notyourgayyoda replied to...

You aren’t a very good distraction are you?

Not particularly, no. :-)

notyouraveragebeta replied to your post: notyouraveragebeta replied to...

But you started discussing it when you texted me, loser.

omg I was panicking okay

[dudenotmyjeep]

notyouraveragebeta replied to your post: notyouraveragebeta replied to your post: uhnm...

I was asleep! Was it ATLEAST uh… Kinda good?

WEARESONOTDISCUSSINGTHIS.

[dudenotmyjeep]

notyouraveragebeta replied to your post: uhnm goodmorninn’ why evr’body here…??

I got your text and pissed myself.

such a good friend

always got my back, huh

[dudenotmyjeep]

Stiles taps his fingers rhythmically against the leather of his steering wheel in between pauses in the radio, eyes darting between the road the rear view mirror his phone random crossing pedestrian WOAH HEY SWERVE-- okay. He could do this. Nothing to freak out about, right?-- It was just an adult store. An adult store he wasn't even legally allowed into yet, sure, but still. 

This was normal! Normal people do this all the time. They go to adult stores to buy adult things to share with their adult werewolf boyfriend on his birthday with said werewolf's pseudo little brother and best friend. 100% normal. 

He rumbles to a stop just over a mile from the Hale place, shooting Isaac a quick text. ["down @ the cross road"] one says, quickly followed by, ["hurry, don't want u kno who comin 2 investigate."] 

Stiles is really questioning his life choices.