Just close your eyesThe sun is going downYou’ll be alrightNo one can hurt you nowCome morning lightYou and I’ll be safe and sound
Sometimes, sometimes Stiles wakes up. He wakes up, screaming, in the middle of the night, because this can’t be real.It’s surely just another cruel illusion made by Ghost Town, as they had thought about it, not like they really talked about it.It can’t be true that they got out, it can’t be true that they are free.At times like this, Brett basically wraps himself around Stiles, holding him down, gently hushing him, whispering, until the sun comes up.Sun is good.The sun never came up in Ghost Town
2. Preservation verse
Panic! At The Disco - Let’s Kill Tonight
May your feet serve you wellAnd the rest be sent to HellWhere they always have belonged
Stiles didn’t get tired easily anymore. He just knew how to follow the tracks, how to see the differences between human tracks, animal tracks. How to tell away fresh tracks from old ones.How to tell away Brett’s footprints from everyone else’s.He barely hears the begging of the latest victim, as he tries to run, but ankle already broken. Stiles just walks after him, slowly, and he’s barely aware that how horror-movie like this is. He just walks, and still reaches him easily.It’s so easy to get the garotte around his throat.When he hears the way the familiar bike stops, he just glances up. His amber eyes meet with the pale blue ones behind the mask, as he’s just pulling the choking victim close. He doesn’t even have to be that violent, and he’s just hushing him. His face almost pressed at the victim’s face, as Stiles just looks into Brett’s eyes, until the man stops moving.And even after.
3. Vampire!Brett
Nickelback - Next Contestant
I’m hating what [he’s] wearingEverybody here keeps staringCan’t wait ‘til they get what they deserveThis time somebody’s getting hurt
Everybody can see the Marks on Stiles’ arms and neck, and he’s wearing all black - not his gear, but one looks at him, and they can’t be blamed for mistaking him for someone fully geared up. He’s in all black after all, the colour of the ones who hunt through the night.But he’s just dancing, and he knows exactly what is he doing.He knows Brett is watching as he dances around, and it’s hard to say why do people look at him.Are they afraid? Do they want to rip him apart? Do they want to rip him apart…. in a very different way?Stiles knows what is he doing when he turns around, and grins at Brett, while slapping away a werewolf’s hand, who tried to cop a feel.Oh it’s so on.
4. Grounder!Stiles
Glee Cast - Let it Snow
When we finally kiss goodnightHow I’ll hate going out in the storm!But if you finally hold me tightThen all the way home I’ll be warm
It was snowing.Actually, for-real snowing.Stiles just watched around Camp Jaha - many of the Arkers, even the adults looked up to the sky with wonder, and no one could hold back the younger ones. He was pretty sure he had seen Bellamy shove a handful of snow on the back of Murphy’s shirt, and after that everything was on.Brett was laughing, almost twirling around in the snow, enjoying it, and didn’t stop laughing, not even when he felt Stiles’ arms around his waist.“It’s snowing, Stiles. It’s snowing.”“I know.”It wasn’t the first time Stiles had seen snow - it wasn’t every year, but it happened every second or third year or so. It wasn’t anything new, and many of them disliked it, because of the footprints that stayed behind.It was worth for the wonder in Brett’s eyes, though, and his laughter, and the way he was innocent for a little while again.
5. Deliquent!Stiles
Fall Out Boy - Irresistible
Try to say live, live and let liveBut I’m no good, good at lip serviceExcept when they’re yours, mi amorI’m coming for you and I’m making war
He came for Stiles.When the radiation hit the mountain, most of the soldiers collapsed. Cage disappeared.One soldier stayed behind (probably got marrow treatement. The bastard), eyes bewildered, as he looked around, even lowering his gun a little from the shock. He didn’t even realize when Jasper ran out.What he did realize, though, was the knife that ended up being thrown in his throat.Brett stepped in earlier than Octavia, and Brett’s eyes had found Stiles immediately, and then he was next to him.“Hi.” A weak smile, as he tilted his head a little. “It’s good to see you.”Brett’s hands were shaking as his long fingers caressed Stiles’s face, and then checked on his leg, the place where the drill went in.Stiles didn’t even realize when did Octavia get there, giving the key to Brett, only how Brett’s hands were still shaking when he was undoing his cuffs.“Hey. Hey, Brett. Look at this. We did meet again.”
Final Girls are virginal. Can’t take their clothes off in movies. Can’t drink, or smoke, or anything like that.
Final Girls, in the end, are usually able to overpower the killer in the end.
Alexis was a sucky final girl.
And in the end, it was just her, either way.
It was just for fun. Just a “oh look we passed our exams let’s go hiking and get wasted” party. Her boyfriend was there. Their whole friendship group.
They got a guide, because none of them knew these woods.
Even their guide was cute, and Alexis remembered thinking if he would be interested in a threesome.
He wasn’t, his amber eyes so cruelly kind, as he smiled, and caressed her face.
“Now, Alexis. I give you ten seconds to run.”
The first night went well - Janey’s idiot boyfriend telling ghost stories around the campfire - and then they even talked about America’s latest murderous sweethearts. They had heard of them, the couple who ran and killed people in the woods, and then ran further.
They didn’t know. Oh god, they had no idea that one of them was sitting a bit further from the fire, rolling his eyes.
All of their stuff disappeared by the morning.
Their guide started to lead them out through the path, the whole trip ruined.
Until George got a bullet into his head, and from ruined became a nightmare.
Janey’s throat slit. Alexis’ boyfriend tied to a tree by his hands, eyes terrified, trying to say something, but he had no tongue to speak with anymore, as he bled out. More and more bullet wounds, and dead bodies, and they were just running.
The guide’s small smile.
“It will be all over soon.”
She didn’t know what tipped her off. The sudden calmness of the guide? A few minutes ago he was frantic, and then he was just calm, hands in pockets.
The way he looked at her?
But he might have seen the look in her eyes, because he just grinned.
“Are you gonna kill me too?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
No answer. Just a smile.
He gave her a little time to run. Useless, so useless, she didn’t know this forest. They did.
The guide, and the one pulling the trigger.
America’s latest murderous sweethearts.
She arrived to a line of cabins - there was once a camp here until it closed up a few years ago.
Don’t hide in the first one or the last one. Hide somewhere in the middle.
Was it even worth hiding?
She didn’t know long did it last until she heard the door open, again, creaking - her heart was beating so hard she was afraid he’d heal it.
Lying under the bed, seeing the boots entering the cabin.
Not the guide’s hiking boots.
Alexis held her breath, hand tightening around a glass shard she found on the floor, and just jammed it into the back of his leg.
She heard a cry of pain, and then just rolled out from under the bed, starting to run...
Only to be pistol-whipped by the door.
She fell back, feeling her blood on her face, and she saw their guide, eyes cold and angry, staring at her, pistol in hand.
And then she heard the click of another gun.
Alexis slowly turned her head around, and finally looked at the shooter - his clothes, his mask, as he aimed the rifle at her head.
She didn’t even feel pain after he pulled the trigger.
do briles in preservation for the ship meme because it'd be hilarious
Send me a ship and I will rate it:
notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies
and answer:
Who is the most affectionate? - Yeah, Stiles. At least he shows it more. Brett is affectionate in his own way, and Stiles learnt to pick up his affectionate signals, but Stiles is more affectionate in the traditional way.
Big spoon/Little spoon? - Brett is the big spoon, Stiles is the little one.
Most common argument? - Probably when Stiles gets hurt, and Brett tries to talk him out of going with him. Oh and also when Brett doesn’t take his lunchboxes.
Favorite non-sexual activity? - ....is it bad that my first thought was hunting? In seriousness, Stiles actually grows to love the Preserve as well, so you know. Hanging out there.
Who is most likely to carry the other? - Brett.
Nicknames? - Nah, not really. Not in this verse.
Who worries the most? - Well, depends. If Stiles is out on the hunt too, then it’s Brett. If he’s not, then he’s Stiles.
Who tops? - Brett.
Who initiates kisses? - Both of them
Who wakes up first? - Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. Even though after his sleeping pattern is somewhat
Who says I love you first? - I think Stiles is more likely to say it. Mostly out of frustration like “no, I will not sta behind I love you you fucking idiot so I am going with you”
Stiles felt the sharp rock press into his neck, he felt a small stream of blood going down on his skin.
The guy was half-mad already, got isolated from the remaining of his group, but he realized what was going on.
Or his paranoia kicked in. That’s always possible.
Stiles could barely even hear the guy’s mumbling, he could barely understand it.
He did understand the gist of his plan, though.
Use him to get to the hunter.
Stiles bit down hard, and the guy screamed, but Stiles didn’t let go, not even when he tasted blood.
Eventually the guy managed to get his arm out, and Stiles twisted around, kneeing into his stomach, so the guy doubled over.
He felt a pain in his leg, but he didn’t care.
It was easy, pushing him down, it was so easy to grab a rock and just bash.
And again.
And again.
And again.
He lost count of how many times, but the guy was barely recognizable by the time he got to his feet and limped away - that’s when he saw the sharp rock that was at his neck previously in his leg.
He groaned, and just let himself fall to the ground, wiping off the blood off his chin, splitting out some more blood, not his blood, but his.
He just pulled out his phone while putting his back to the tree.
[text] Sry. 1 down.
[text] we r near the ranger station. about 50 feet to the east
[text] come when u can
things you said through your teeth (briles. teeth. bites? idk. for when you feel like it. shrugs.)
Things you said through your teeth - Preservation verse, bretttal
Stiles was bleeding, through his arm, heavily, and Brett made him sit down.His mask was off, so was his jacket, his scarf, and Stiles might have made a half-hearted joke about not the time for that sweetie, but Brett didn’t pay attention to that.Brett bit down on the fabric of his shirt, using it to tear a strip from it.“You’ll be fine.”He said it while his teeth were still around the fabric, and actually said it. Stiles smiled a little, resting his head by the tree.With his free hand he reached out for his phone, texting to Brett.
[text] u kno, i think i do prefer when you dont speak[text] here in the forest, at least
Brett tied up his wound first, before checking it, and gosh, Stiles loved his confused look.
[text] ??
Stiles smiled a little.
[text] bc then u r freaking out.
Brett reached out, pulling Stiles closer to himself, with one arm, without another word.
briles - things you said when you were scared (guess who's out of control)
Things you said when you were scared - Preservation verse, bretttal
He hadn’t seen Brett scared before.Usually he was the one who had gotten scared. It wasn’t that easy for him even when he did go out to help Brett out.Or the victims. They were always scared.Brett? Never.But after his new hunting partner had fallen to the ground, and Brett pushed his mask up...It took Stiles a few seconds to identify the fear in Brett’s blue eyes.Stiles lowered his own gun, while Brett closed the distance between them, cradling Stiles’ face between his hands.(Stiles never outright liked Brett’s hunting partner, but he didn’t mind that Brett wasn’t alone out there anymore. But then the guy fucked up once, so Stiles started to sometimes go out to help as well, and, as it turned out, the partner did not like that.)“I’m sorry about your coworker.”(Rifle pointed at Stiles, and Stiles pointing his own gun at the other guy, which one of them would be faster, really.)(The third gun went off faster.)And Brett spoke, actually spoke, and it was so weird, hearing his voice out here, in the forest.“No one points a gun at you.”