stilinski

[scotted]

his hands are still shaking. registers this somewhere in the back of his mind, knows he needs to... do something. go home. get the wound on his side, pressed beneath a dirty t-shirt and a palm slick with his own blood, looked at before it gets infected or something. but the woods he just stumbled out of still crowd around the edge of the carnival like a promise, and— scott can't let anyone else get hurt. he has to warn someone. realizes someone's approached him in the very same instant that he blurts, gone stupid with adrenaline and the phantom of his best friend's paranoia, "i think there's a werewolf here."

[wakeupstiles]

"dude, i get it. you don't believe my vampire theory but you don't have to drag me about it." Stiles said, swinging around with a red and blue snow-cone in one hand and a large popcorn tucked in the crook of his free arm. Little bits of the popcorn went flying off the top with his momentum, scattering on the gravel to be pulverized beneath the crowd. "Want some? --" his grin fell as he looked his best friend up and down. something was way off. "are you okay? why are you sweaty?"

[wakeupstiles]

🫵 gay?

"Bisexual! But thank you for noticing. People never assume correctly, I don't know what it is--you think it's the flannel??"

[wakeupstiles]

[deathtouchd]

"everything you just said could've been sent in a text message for me to ignore."

[wakeupstiles]

For a second Stiles just blinked, mouth opening to respond. Shutting. And then his brain rapidly caught up to formulate a response he would be proud of later. "--Yeah, totally. I just--I don't have your number. But, you could give it to me...? And then next time I'll do that, I'll text you." he sounded calm but he felt like his heart was doing a mini marathon. Usually he was just staring at Lydia from afar or talking to the side of her face when she walked past him. She never actually responded.

[rcignxs]

"And I'm a vet," she chimed back, having worked on wild animals before, plus she knew it was definitely not an animal attack seeing as she was a vampire herself, but she wasn't about to completely shatter this kid's world with a simple gesture of showing her fangs. "So you think it's vampires?" she asked, this kid being one of the smarter ones she had come across so far, "what's the reasoning for that?"

[wakeupstiles]

"Wait, really? My best friend Scott works for a vet." Stiles said and then shrugged. "I mean, obviously there are some things fiction probably got wrong, but in every vampire myth they consistently drink blood. Combine that with the fact this town has a weird history with the supernatural? It's like my dad always says: one's an incident, two's a coincidence, three's a pattern. You go back far enough in the newspapers there's a pattern alright--dating all the way back to 1864. No way it's a mountain lion." there was a beat. "You think I'm certifiable, huh?"

[sftblud]

"are you calling my mom a liar?" caroline may not have always been her mom’s biggest fan, but she certainly wasn’t about to allow anyone aside from herself to slander the police chief. her hands were planted fully on her hips, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. she didn't even care that the situation seemed shady, she knew it was. she simply didn't like his tone.

[wakeupstiles]

"What--no?? Caroline, our parents have the same job, alright. If I'm calling your mom a liar, what does that say about my dad? All I'm saying is, I get they don't want to freak out the general public so they're gonna come up with logical answers that sound normal, but, as a member of the general public, I know that a mountain lion doesn't exactly run around biting people on the neck and sucking out the blood. I mean look at what happened to Vicki Donovan." Stiles put his hands on his hips and glanced around. Wasn't she, like, missing now? "What? Come on--your mom hasn't been acting weird lately? Not more stressed out than usual? Cause I know my dad sure as hell is." His dad had a lot of small tells, but Stiles always knew when work was rougher than usual because bottles started appearing in the trash. He thought he was slick, throwing them in the bin on the side of the house, but Stiles saw him doing it a while back when he was like fifteen and has checked behind him ever since. His dad thinks he's oblivious, but Stiles counts them.

[herowitch]

like a fun new party trick, she knows there's something off in the room before they even reveal themselves. it's a tickle in her senses, a disembodied whisper in the back of her mind that she isn't truly alone. "—are you going to lurk all day, or do you want to talk?"

[wakeupstiles]

"Me? Oh I'm not--I was just--I'm not like stalking you. I mean, I wouldn't stalk anyone. Not really the stalking type--my dads a cop, actually." he cut himself off and blew out a breath "The vending machine ate my five." he pointed at it. "I was seeing if it would give it back but now I'm realizing I would actually pay five more dollars if it got me out of this situation...."

[scotted]

"i'm not messing with you." he's kind of messing with him. it's like a really quiet lowkey form of revenge for getting them shushed at again, in the grand scheme of things. stiles can't totally help it, though, and scott's even feeling mildly bad by now, so he gives up. "look, i'm just saying if you think your dad is ever going to switch from 'kind of freaking out' about dead bodies to 'yeah, this is the normal amount of dead bodies, i'm fine with this', i think you're going to be waiting for a long time."

like a twizzler. not exactly scott's most favorite mental image ever. he leans back in his chair, running a hand over his face, into his hair, through it. "mine's not that scrawny. you can borrow my notes if you promise not to lose them this time— you know what? i'm just going to run them through a copier or something. i still don't think it's a vampire. why hasn't anyone come out with any actual evidence of them yet?"

[wakeupstiles]

"Trust me, I know my Dad. He's weirded out about this in a way thats different from the usual dead body weird out. He's like...unsettled." he sighed and then frowned. "Yeah, yeah. rub it in." stiles made a childish face at him.

"We don't have evidence of a lot of things, Scott. Doesn't mean they don't exist. Scientists still can't explain dark matter and we still haven't even explored like seventy percent of the ocean." he paused, nodding. "probably a good idea." he agreed in regards to copying the notes. "--besides, i don't think there's too many people out there getting bit by vampires and living to tell the tale, you know? Like, you either get eaten or become one..."

[scotted]

"stiles." but the complaint is drowned out amidst lanky elbows and fallen notebooks. scott catches at least one before it drops, misses a half written assignment that's already tasted the floor at least three times this week (so what's one more?), mouths a nervous sorry! to the librarian who already hates to see them coming. and then, well, he looks stiles deep in the ocular nerves.

vampires today, huh? oh man.

"your dad's freaked out because people are finding bodies. that's kind of a good reason to freak out regardless of how they got there, you know? ...they're bodies." but they both know that's not good enough for stiles, so scott considers him, stares some more, finally lifts his eyebrows dramatically. "do you think if the vampire turns us we could just drop out of college? i doubt they really need degrees."

[wakeupstiles]

"What? What is this--you're messing with me--are you messing with me?" Stiles sat back in his chair. "My dad is used to dead bodies. Okay, he's seen a hundred dead bodies. In fact, when you apply to the police academy, you know what they ask you? Hey, are you okay with seeing dead bodies? Because there is a one hundred percent chance, as a cop, that you will see at least one dead body in your career" Stiles didn't so much stop talking as he did run out of breath. Then, he took a deep sigh and gave Scott a very deadpan stare. "I think if a vampire bites either of us its gonna chomp through our scrawny little necks like a twizzler and we'll be dead. Just like everyone else this thing has killed." there was a a beat, and then he started digging through his backpack. "Also, can I borrow your english notes? I forgot mine...when I didn't take them..."

[rcignxs]

"Wow, look at you Mr. Mountain Lion Expert," she snorted, unable to help tease the other. To those who were a supernatural or aware of their existence it was obvious it was no mountain lions behind the attack but she wasn't about to expose the entirety of her kind to some anxiety ridden gerbil of a kid. "You've been thinking way too hard on this, haven't you?"

[wakeupstiles]

"I've seen animal planet, okay." Stiles said, like it was a proper defense. "Also, vampires are not that crazy of a theory. People literally thought aliens were stealing their cows when they found them disemboweled in fields, at least this has a little more direct one plus one equals two kinda math." he paused, because this was going to a dark place and he wasn't making sense. "Maybe." he answered to her question. "Come on, I can't be the only one thinking it."

[scotted]

he's been listening patiently, completely accustomed to being the good ol' reliable wall for which stiles bounces off his many (many, many) thoughts. all the while, scott switches out one notebook for another, flips open his laptop, squints at the handwriting in front of him for what should be his notes but might actually be stiles'. this essay is so screwed. "wait, what?" drags his gaze back over to his best friend, bewilderment mixing with amusement in the twitch of his lips. "are you back on your chupacabra thing again?"

[wakeupstiles]

"Scott. Scott, listen to me." stiles started shoving books and papers out of the way as he practically climbed over the table, positioning himself on his elbows, way closer than was probably necessary--but, hey, what was personal space between best friends? "You're gonna look me in my ocular nerves and tell me you don't think something freaky is going on here? --If it's not a chupacabra then what is it?" Stiles didn't give Scott time to respond before he slammed his hand on the table, much louder than intended, which startled everyone and earned him several disapproving looks, plus a prompt shhhh from the librarian. Stiles barely batted an eye but lowered his voice to a scream-whisper. "I'll tell you what it is--it's a fricken vampire!!" he was dangerously close to a quiet shout and dropped his voice again, this time to a normal volume, and what most people would actually qualify as a whisper. "Even my dad's freaked out, yanno, he just wont say it."

[wakeupstiles]

"No, no--I mean I'm sure it's totally normal to have a bunch of bodies mysteriously turning up drained of blood. Happens all the time in other towns, you know, animals just...do that, they bite people and....suck the blood out..." he hardly get the words out with a straight face. "I'm just saying, it's weird. I don't know any mountain lions personally, but I've never heard of one leaving the body afterwords. The point is kind of to eat it."

[aesthetictw]

— stiles stilinski

[riickgrimes]

#they really are twins

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