#stiles;;

[lionkinged]

@lostvacvnt LIKED FOR A STARTER.

“i TOLD you i’m not a chimera, god damnit!” what the hell had he gotten himself into? his plans to return to beacon hills ( after all those years ) hadn’t included ending up trapped. “like seriously. let me out of here. again, i CAN’T cross that barrier.” he pointed at the mountain ash in the doorway. “i’m not like my brother. not anymore.”

[instvnkt-blog]

〖❯𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈❮〗—  “ Oh my go-- What the hell was that? “

@undeciided​ wished for a starter

[coyote-tate-blog1]

@stilinskism

Malia had been feeling emotionally drained for the past few days. After everything that had happened with Lydia and the hunters, she had been avoiding anyone and everyone if she could manage it. Of course, there was the occasional run-in with people, but she attempted to make those as brief as possible. She had been avoiding the woods, knowing that many of her friends would often run through them. Instead she had taken to walking the streets of Beacon Hills with no real rhyme or reason. Subconsciously, she found herself outside the Stilinski household, only realising where she was when she saw the tell-tale blue jeep parked in the driveway. Even though she and Stiles weren’t together anymore, and she was more than happy that he and Lydia were a pair, he was still the first person that she had become close to upon coming human - and because of that he would always hold an important place in her heart. There were very few people she trusted more, and the thought of being around him right now was actually a little comforting. And so she walked up the front path, taking a deep breath as she knocked loudly on the door.

[notapackanimal]

‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’

SOME MEME.

“stop it. i don’t wanna hear this. none of it.” pretty much all of him was unlovable. he’d done too many things he would never be able to make up for. he was damaged to his core. how could someone ever love him for all of that?

“i don’t need to be loved. it doesn’t matter.”

[notapackanimal]

he was fucked. he was honestly and seriously fucked. when theo had decided to return to beacon hills after, what -- three and a half years? four years? -- he definitely hadn’t expected everything to go downhill so quickly. needless to say, the hunters were still around, and he quickly had gotten involved again. one moment he was helping, the next moment there was a dead werewolf, obviously killed by the hunters in a heated moment, and theo was right there. the hunters had gotten away, and theo? of course the police would show up, which happened approximately once every ten years, and suddenly theo, covered in blood, was their suspect. 

the chimera was aware that sheriff stilinski knew it had been the hunters, not theo, but there were rules and regulations he had to follow -- which meant, now there he was, behind bars at the sheriff station. and he was getting more and more impatient and nervous. there was something he had to do. someone waiting for him. but no one would get him out of here, and it made theo feel sick in his stomach.

@tellarealstory

[notapackanimal]

@mieczyslxw;; CONT.

this certainly was not how theo had imagined seeing his lover again. he’d gotten used to it by now -- the secrets, how little time they had together, the disappointment setting in whenever stiles was suddenly called in for a mission again. theo had never said anything. but this was getting to him. stiles was pretty much the only person he had in his life, and he felt lost and lonely whenever the human wasn’t there. and worried. stiles was only human, he could break. no supernatural healing powers, no extraordinary strength. stiles had changed, but he was vulnerable, and theo sometimes still saw the lanky, clumsy teenager in him that had almost gotten himself killed countless times. in that point, he hadn’t changed much, actually.

the chimera had already expected something was wrong, when stiles was not home at the promised time. theo’d already prepared dinner for them, expecting stiles to walk in through the front door any moment. but he didn’t. and there was no way for theo to contact him. so he just sat, and waited, feeling so helpless. he’d never imagined himself to someday end up like this. being so deeply in love with someone, wanting nothing but a normal date night for the two of them. but like with so many things in theo’s life, he didn’t get what he wanted. 

after what seemed like hours, he’d finally received the call. without thinking twice, he’d been on his way to see stiles, and now we was there, kneeling on the floor, holding his bleeding lover in his arms. it hurt more than he would’ve ever expected. “i’m right here, everything’s gonna be okay...” he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair out of stiles’ face. he steadied stiles’ head with his hand, and without anyone around them noticing he drew some of the human’s pain.

his next words, though, made theo tear up. he wanted nothing more than to say ‘yes’, but it wasn’t this easy. “you’re a dumbass, stilinski.” he chuckled softly, a silent tear running down his face. “you can’t think straight right now.” 

[notapackanimal]

“i thought you were never gonna show up.” he must’ve been waiting here for like thirty minutes, after the pack meeting. as usual, the meeting had been at scott’s place, and theo had been one of the first ones to leave when everything important had been spoken about. he wasn’t part of the pack, but he was an ally, so he was being kept up to date as well. anyway, he’d went right to stiles’ place after that. sneaking into the house had become far too easy now that he knew where they kept the spare key. the sheriff was at work, so there really was no challenge to it all. he’d made himself comfortable in stiles’ room while waiting for the other to come back from the meeting. 

@mieczyslxw;; plotted starter