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lostwolfmal:

“Fuck. Yes I am fucking weird and fucking going insane because you’re fucking dead and fuck ghosts. What the fuck is Beacon fucking Hills slipping in their fucking water?” Mal ran a hand through a head through his hair then threw a hard punch at Stiles.

Yikes. Mal looked seriously pissed off. No shit, really. But Stiles had never seen the wolf like this outside of what was going on with them. “Mal, just --” He was cut off by Mal lunging at him, his fist going straight for his gut. “Seriously?” he mumbled when the werewolf went straight through him rather than making contact with anything solid. This is one time he was thankful he was still shit at working the whole ghost part of him now. “Come on, Mal. It’s me. Hitting me probably isn’t going to work. Can we just talk? Without you yelling?”

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banshexlydxa:

“Talk about interesting reunions..”

“Yeah you’re telling me. We need to figure out what’s causing this because the longer it goes on the creepier it’s getting. Plus I’m pretty sure you’d like to avoid a round 2 with Scott.”

I would have liked to avoided round one with Scott. I imagined our reunion much more emotional, and with a lot less of Scott moaning. Ew.

Any ideas? Mine have been shot down. 

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ariadnehaven:

“Touching and moving may not be necessary. Any information would be appreciated.” She murmured. It was odd- she could sort of sense him there by her but it wasn’t like it was when a human hovered by her. Shaking that off, she paused at the topic of lust mentioned in the index. “Well, at least the index mentions lust. Not as direct but maybe helpful.” Gingerly untucking her arm from the sling, she used that hand to keep the index page, flipping through with the other to the first indicated page.

“What would I be looking for, exactly?” Stiles asked, moving over to the bookshelf to read through a few more titles. “At the hunter’s house, not your books. But, I mean, here too I guess. I wonder if the shitty hunter has any books on over sexual werewolves.”

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mytruealphamccall:

Scott flashed a smile at Stiles. “So you’ve watched me jack off already then if you’re always around?” God, Stiles being on the same bed as Scott was driving him wild. He shook his head. “No!” he yelled jumping up. His eyes were wild. He groaned as his erection rubbed against his jeans. “God fucking damn it,” Scott said to himself. But suddenly, his mind and body shifted again. Was he bipolar? Is there such a thing as sexual bipolar? He smirked at Stiles again. “But your voice is such a turn on.”

Stiles smacked his face with the palm of his hand and let out a loud groan. “No, Scott. I did not watch you jerk off, because I’m not a complete weirdo who likes to watch their best friend in moments like --” he waved his hands around “-- this!” Scott was jumping off the bed and totally not down for what was currently happening, despite the words coming out of his mouth. How could Stiles not have realized before? Was Scott even really into all of the other guys he’d done unspeakable things with? “Just sit down, Scott. And don’t touch yourself. My voice is not a turn on, it’s annoying. I need you to focus on being you.. not this horny, sexed up version of you. We gotta figure out what is up besides your boner, dude.”

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themanipulativehale:

Given the way I’m feeling right now, I wouldn’t go saying that if I were you Stiles. [He takes a deep breath] Of course you’re a ghost. Of all the humans to die in this town, of course you’d be the one to come back as a ghost. 

Ew, is that an actual fantasy of yours? Would you have totally banged my pale little ass if you had the chance? -- Nevermind. 

Yes, I’m a ghost. Boo, whatever. I actually hoped you might have some insight on that, seeing as I’m pretty sure I’m actually the only one around. But first things first, why do you all have boners and how do we control this problem?

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mytruealphamccall:

“You’ve… seen stuff? What exactly have you seen?” Anxiety flooded Scott’s body temporarily. He was aware of what he had been doing but for some reason, he couldn’t stop doing it. In fact, it was eating away at Scott but at the same time, it wasn’t. He was just so sexed up, he wanted to bang anything. All the same, it didn’t help him gazing at Stiles. He might not be able to have sex with him, but he could imagine it all the same. “Tell me about it… in detail.” 

Stiles felt a little bad bringing up the shit Scott had done -- at first. The initial look of anxiety and embarrassment that spread across his best friend’s face let him know for sure that there was definitely something wrong. This wasn’t just Scott letting his freak flag fly and getting all down and dirty with the rest of the wolves.. This wasn’t Scott. 

But then Scott had to make it weird, of fucking course. “Dude, no! I’m not going to re-tell the stories of you sexcapades with you so you can pull one off to the sound of my voice. Not going to happen. Keep your hands off your crotch.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Just keep in mind that I’m always around. Even if you don’t see me. There’s about a 33% chance I’m there.” 

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themanipulativehale:

Unfortunately.

Wait- why I am I seeing you?

You’re obviously losing your mind. This is definitely one of your dirtier, bad-wrong fantasies playing out before you. Looks like it’s your lucky day. 

Or maybe I’m a ghost. That’s definitely a possibility as well. 

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yesidriveaporsche:

Jackson panicked for a second when he couldn’t see Stiles anymore. Was he really going crazy? Maybe he made all of that up in his head somehow, and- His overactive thoughts cut off when Stiles faded into focus again. “Asshole,” Jackson growled, “don’t fucking do that!”

The idiot had found a way to stick around and Jackson didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about it. All he knew was he didn’t think he’d ever hear or see the other guy again, let alone get to feel their arms wrapped around each other like they had been so many times. “Yeah,” he choked out, “I’d really flip the goddamn channels for you. Stop sounding like it’s some big deal or whatever.”

“It’s not like I can control it,” Stiles mumbled, pouting a little. He was still figuring out how to do all this ghost stuff. Honestly, he was lucky that he’d managed to stick around this long. Usually, he couldn’t even figure out how to touch things. Right now though, he was holding on tight to Jackson and that was the greatest thing that had happened since before he died. It was like they were back to normal.. the two of them.. 

Except this was the real world where Jackson was alive and Stiles was dead and it wouldn’t be fair. It wasn’t fair for Stiles to hold onto these emotions.. the love he felt, ugh, for Jackson. He couldn’t expect Jackson to love him back. It’s not like they could date. He was dead.. a ghost. “It feels like one,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. “And I’m sorry.”

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themanipulativehale:

This… is not ideal.

Freaking super. You too?

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Phantom Child

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sheriffpapastilinski:

“Stiles,” Pylyp said, repeating the name. He couldn’t say anything. He was overwhelmed with emotion. He was a blubbering mess. His mind was racing but at the same time was frozen. When Stiles hugged him tighter, it just made him cry more. When Pylyp eventually gained some control over his emotions, he leaned away reluctantly. He never wanted to let go. He held Stiles’ face in his hand. “My boy…” he sniffed. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Dad, calm down. Come on,” Stiles whispered, leaning into his dad’s hand on his cheek. “Breathe, Dad. Breathe.” Shit. Shit shit -- Stiles felt himself fading out, losing his ability to stay a solid being. He couldn’t feel his dad’s hands on his face anymore, or the fabric of his uniform under his fingers. “Dad, Dad I’m here. Dad.” The tone of his voice, the echo behind it, was different. He was gone again. His dad couldn’t hear him, or see him. Shit. 

Focus, Stiles. Focus. He needs you. He needs you. Focus. Focus. -- He pulled himself back. “Dad. I’m here. I’m still here.” Stiles reached forward and grabbed his dad’s arms. “I need you to calm down so I can stay. I need you to help me out here.”

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mytruealphamccall:

Scott flopped back onto the bed. “Alright, fine. God. All you had to do was say you didn’t want to,” he said, rolling his eyes. He raised his hands in a surrendering motion. “Bondage? Fine, I’m joking. I’ll refrain myself. You make me sound like a horny rabbit or something.” 

“You basically are a horny rabbit, dude! You’ve tried to whip it out for me like three times now and you’ve literally known I’ve been around for like ten minutes. The things I’ve seen, Scott. They cannot be unseen. You’re lucky that werewolves can’t get diseases.. But I have never been so worried about the potential possibilities of male pregnancies. Shit.” Stiles ran his fingers through his hair as he finished his ramble and paced back and forth at the end of Scott’s bed. “We need to fix this.”

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sheriffpapastilinski:

Pylyp looked up from his chair. It was Stiles. His son was standing right in front of him. Almost like he was… “Alive?” Pylyp whispered, tears already streaming down his face. It was just like the dreams. Part of him wanted so bad for his son to be here, but another part didn’t. He didn’t want to go through the pain of seeing his son again. Maybe this was a dream? All the same, Pylyp stood and grabbed his son, embracing him tightly. “Stiles…” 

Stiles found himself with his arms full of sobbing Dad. He pulled his father in tighter and hugged him close. “Hi, Dad,” he mumbled, his fingers tugging at the material of his shirt. Being held like this was so familiar, but so different all the same. “I’m here, Dad. Sort of. Not.. alive.. just -- I’ve been here the whole time. I love you.”

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theyoungestlahey:

“No…I don’t really want to hit you. I mean kinda, but that’s just my usual reaction to dead friends coming back to life. Shit.” Isaac muttered as he realized what this meant. “Erica’s going to have a field day with this.” He shook his head and squinted at Stiles, trying to get a read off him. For some reason Isaac still had trouble getting the scent off the purgies, so he wasn’t sure it would work, but he wanted to try. Strangely, Stiles didn’t smell like anything. Nor were any of his body functions working.

“Uh, dude? I don’t want to alarm you, but you don’t have a heartbeat.”

Isaac was taking this way better than Stiles thought people might. He expected people not believing what was happening, considering he died as a human and he was a ghost coming back to hang out for a while. He cocked his head to the side at the comment and raised his eyebrows. “I’m dead, dude. Of course I don’t have a heartbeat. Ghosts usually don’t.” Then he paused. “At least I don’t think we do. I haven’t actually met another ghost to test out that theory.”

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mrmasonroe:

Mason took a minute to try and forget what had happened. “….Scott.” He admitted, feeling more than a little defensive, and incredibly embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject. “Do you have any ideas? Cause I’m lost,”

“Ah, yes. Sir Bones-a-Lot. Yeah, I know the feels with that one, dude.” Stiles needed to take this more seriously.. but it was honestly really hard to do when everyone was such a mess. It wasn’t funny, but it was sort of funny. “I’ve been looking through books and stuff the best I can but like --” He wiggled his fingers around. “-- ghost hands are hard to control. They don’t always do what I want.”

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mytruealphamccall:

“I don’t know what it is. It won’t go away. I jerked off eight times yesterday and it still won’t go away.” It was like Scott had a battle raging inside. A battle he was losing to the boner in his pants. Scott laid back on the bed, absent-mindedly touching himself. “I love you.” At least that felt right to say. Even if there was a lot of sexual tension hidden within it. But like clockwork, he sat back up and grinned at Stiles. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” 

“I love you too, man,” Stiles said with a sigh. “But I’m definitely not in love with you. And I definitely don’t want to see your junk. Keep it in your pants. I’ve seen it before, and it’s not impressive enough to whip out for funsies.” They needed to figure out what was going on, pronto. “I will chain your ass up until we fix this if you can’t control yourself, dude. You know me, I will.”

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yesidriveaporsche:

“Shut up, you don’t know if it’s going to be like this the rest of eternity. You really think you’re going to be floating around when the world eventually explodes? Please, you’re not that fucking special.” Yeah, so what, he just figured out Stiles had been hanging around, but banter was easier than crying on a shoulder he’d likely slip right though. “That’s what’s handy about having someone around who’s not a ghost. I can flip the channels for you. Or pages, if you’re that hellbent on reading.”

Jackson scoffed, “who the hell said anything about crossing over? We don’t know what the options could be, you fucking dumbass. I mean, no, we don’t know if there are any options, but that doesn’t mean that would be the only one. So shut the hell up.” His eyebrows raised, was he really concerned about the guy who hit him? Of course he was. “Bastard made it out lucky, so yeah, he’s fine.”

Stiles couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. There was a warm feeling bubbling up in his stomach that he hadn’t felt in a long time -- a feeling that distracted him enough to fade away for a second. “Shit. Shit, no. Focus, Stiles. Focus.” He forced himself back and patted his torso to check if he was solid. (Not that it would have actually done any good, because he was solid to himself all the time anyway.) “We’re good? Can you see me?” 

Seeing Jackson standing there, giving him all of those signature Jackson looks he used to and looking so.. so Jackson.. Stiles couldn’t help it. He found himself in Jackson’s arms, wrapping them around the boy that meant so much to him. And it worked. He nuzzled his face into Jackson’s neck and held on tight. “You’d really flip channels for me?”

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ariadnehaven:

“Thanks. The hunter who shot me? He’s the same one who took Liam- do you know about that? Anyway- the kid’s still got a collar on and I want to get it off but I need help finding a key or anything really, that’ll help. And you can go places without being noticed so… it’d help. A lot.” She smiled at Stiles a little before taking a seat and flipping a book open. “Unsurprisingly there isn’t a section labelled ‘Horny Werewolves’…” She commented, flipping to the back of the book and scanning it for anything that seemed relevant.

Stiles snorted out a laugh. Going places without being noticed was sort of his specialty now.. considering half the time, even when he tried to be noticed, he wasn’t. “I can give it a shot,” he said. “I haven’t totally mastered touching things yet. Or moving them. But I can definitely give it the good ol’ college try.” He nodded and found himself peering over Ari’s shoulder to read. “That’s rude of them. They should consider adding that to every book.”