STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Feb 25, 2021 15:57:31 GMT
Scott had always been his partner in crime. When he wanted to slip out of the house late at night he could always rely on Scott to be right there with him. It didn’t matter that both of them were probably gonna get in trouble for it or both their parents knew exactly what they were up to. The important bit was when one of them needed the other, they were right there. For a while after Scott had been bitten there’d been a guilt there over it. He’d been the one to drag him out there that night, the one who’d gotten dragged out of there by his dad after he’d lied about Scott not being with him. If he’d stuck around Scott might not’ve been bitten. Hell, Stiles thought, narrowing his eyes at his friend for the teasing, it might’ve swung the other way and ended up with both of them being bitten. If anything the last couple of years had taught him that you couldn’t second guess anything. Things were gonna happen no matter what they tried to do to stop it all, life was just vicious that way. It got your best friend bitten … and nearly killed by people looking to turn him into something far worse.
Stiles went to grab a cushion to toss at Scott, got his fingers curled around it before he thought better. Flopping back, Stiles mock growled at him between his teeth. He wasn’t that bad, alright, maybe he was but still, there’d never been any lasting damage done. ”It’s a talent. Rubber bones and plenty of practice. Anyway, who’s the one we’re always patching up now, huh?” He winged a brow, trying to smirk at Scott but it was definitely too soon for that. It was going to stay that way for a while to come too because seeing Scott on the couch like he was, that was seriously scary. They’d come way too close to losing him.
If he tried breaking into Derek’s place again Scott might come way too close to losing him too. Stiles chewed harder at his nail, licking the bead of blood away as he frowned at Scott over the top of it. Then he was sighing against his hand, rolling his eyes. ”I’m not the one who got himself kidnapped and trapped in a tomb. Fine, fine, next time I’ll knock before I pick the lock.” He waved it off, grumbling under his breath before he snorted. Alix had seemed a lot less bothered about it than Derek had … although Derek had asked him to pry in the end. He hadn’t been prying without permission at the very least and he had the sense of mind not to jab Scott in the ribs with an elbow. Stiles flopped back against the couch, head tipping back on the cushions as he glanced up at the ceiling. ”Nope,” he drawled lightly, ”and for a second reason. You’re second only to me for getting yourself in hot water.” In a way Scott was worse because no matter what happened he would take the flak, stepping in front of the proverbial bullet for his friends, for the pack.
Stiles nodded, dashing off a salute of promise at Scott’s request. The others were probably already hovering by their phones waiting for the news to come that Scott was doing OK. ”Scout’s honour I will. Lydia’s probably waiting by her phone already. You really are gonna be, right?” There was a thin thread of concern in his voice, dark brows drawing together as he stared at Scott. How many times could they do this before their nine lives ran out? Maybe he should’ve kept to the subject, steering it back around but Scott was already prying in return. Stiles snorted at Scott, hooking one knee up on the arm to turn towards him more. ”Considering she was at home and I was in my own bed, yeah, just talking,” he said, like that made any difference to the fact they were getting closer. Raising a hand, Stiles tugged at his collar. Was it getting hotter in here? ”We went out to the woods a couple of weeks ago … I suggested heading out to the woods … to see if we could figure out how Lydia could use the scream as a weapon.” It had gone badly wrong though and in the end the only sane thing had been to head back to town to get dinner.
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SCOTT MCCALL
Werewolf
True Alpha
Posts: 489
Age:
22
Occupation:
Trainee Vet
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Emma
life can’t ever be all bad or all good, eventually things come back to the middle
Last seen Oct 24, 2024 23:54:02 GMT
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Post by SCOTT MCCALL on Aug 29, 2021 17:55:36 GMT
 Scott knew that Stiles was being careful around him now, that much was clear from the way his fingers curled around the cushion like he was going to throw it at him the way he had done so many times before but this time he thought better of it. Normally Scott would have hated feeling like people were treating him with kid gloves but this time he knew that it was probably a good thing. His whole body hurt and he knew that it was going to take time for him to heal properly. Bonnie had saved his life and she had healed him as much as she could but even she had her limits and Scott knew that she had already used a lot of magic on him already. The last thing he wanted was for her to end up overdoing it because he knew that he would never forgive himself if something bad happened to her so giving his body time to heal on its own was definitely the right thing to do and he stood by that decision. It hurt like hell but he was doing his best to put on a brave face and he knew that it was much better than the alternative. “At least being a werewolf has some perks, I always heal,” Scott offered. Sometimes that took longer than others and this time he knew that it was going to take a while but he knew that he could be patient. He had put his mom through so much ever since he was bitten but Scott knew that he would never forget the fear on her face when she’d seen him after he was attacked by Klaus’ werewolves and he knew that he never wanted to put her through that again if he could help it. He’d seen a similar amount of concern on Stiles’ face when he had showed up that day and he knew that it would be the same for the rest of his friends. Scott was used to being the one who looked out for his friends and kept them safe rather than it being the other way around but now he knew that it was time they all started looking out for each other. He’d tried going it alone to keep the people he cared about safe before and it had never worked out well so he knew better than to try that again. “You weren’t but you’ve gotten yourself into your fair share of scrapes over the years too,” Scott reminded him. For most of his life it had been just him and Stiles looking out for each other but now they had so many more people around them now. The pack had become their family but Stiles had been his brother long before that and Scott knew that he always would be. Getting on the wrong side of Derek wasn’t a good idea and even though he trusted Derek not to do anything to actually hurt Stiles, Scott still knew that it would be best not to provoke him too much. As Stiles spoke again, Scott felt a smile form on his face. “It’s the day I take that title from you that you should really start to worry,” he warned him. Scott knew that he was never going to be as bad as Stiles was but he did end up getting himself hurt because he just couldn’t stay out of it when he saw that others were in trouble. It had been that way ever since he was bitten and he knew that that wasn’t going to change any time soon. “Thanks,” Scott said before nodding as Stiles asked if he was really going to be alright. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be back to normal before you know it,” he assured him, repeating the same words that he’d said to Bonnie and to his mom to reassure them. Scott knew that they were true but right now his body was healing and it felt like an uphill battle. “How did that go?” he asked, not sure whether they had managed to figure it out or not. STILES STILINSKI
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Oct 5, 2021 19:37:12 GMT
Always was a pretty big word. Stiles grunted as Scott said it. His fingers bit deeper into the cushion for a moment as that feeling of a sudden lead weight dropping into his stomach hit. He’d seen Scott take some hits that would’ve killed others but Alphas weren’t invincible, even true Alphas. Talia fricking Hale had died. Deucalion had been fried badly enough by Gerard Argent to end up mostly blind and every single one of his Alpha crew except for the twins had been slaughtered in Mystic Falls. Sometimes there was no way to heal something and he’d seen too much to believe that whole heartedly now, no matter how much he wanted to. ”Right,” Stiles managed hoarsely, clearing his throat. Scott was healing this time and that was all that mattered now. Every other option was just fodder for his nightmares.
Stiles lifted his knee onto the arm of the sofa, tugged the cushion into his lap to pluck at the loose threads around its seam. He pouted faintly at Scott, tipped his head back and forth since this tussle of who’d gotten themselves into stuff deeper. Since Derek had targeted Scott in the woods in his screwed up attempt to put himself a pack together it had been a constant to and fro, some parts of it he would’ve been freaking ecstatic never to relieve again. ”You’re splitting hairs,” Stiles warned Scott, with a minute narrowing of his eyes. He wiped the palm of his hand over the cushion he still held against him, like he could still feel the chill in the air of the Eichen House basement, overlaid with the heat of Scott’s blood as it had rolled down the blade and onto his skin.
Restless, Stiles shifted on the arm of the couch. Trying not to jostle Scott still, he flopped back again. Head rolled back, eyes on the ceiling, heels drumming lightly against the couch. The snort rolled out easier now, his head rolling back and forth. ”You’ve got a ways to go on it yet. Gives me time to build up to the idea.” He worried enough as it was now, the claws fear had lodged in him last night only just starting to lose their grip. Slow breaths rolling in and out, more reassurance with each joke Scott managed to push out. ”Are you keeping score on it? You know, little pack chalk board, each disaster marked up?” A little sick but not that out of place given what else they were constantly looking at. Stiles lifted his hand, swiped his index finger in the air like he was marking something off in demonstration.
This would be a big mark, carved as deep into everybody’s memories as the claws of the wolves who’d done this had into Scott’s skin. Any humour Stiles had felt over it started to bleed away again soon enough. That little line sprung up between his brows for now, not easing even with Scott’s reassurances. He bobbed his head, shoved the cushion out of his lap finally. ”You better be. We need our head honcho, man.” The heart of their pack as much as the head of it. Trying to push the thought away for both of them Stiles brought up what had happened between him and Lydia instead, that slow nudge from friendship to that something more. ”Horrible,” Stiles admitted with a snort. His grin grew, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. ”I strung up some mannequins in the trees, set traps. Almost knocked her off the path, barely managed to get a normal scream out of her let alone some of banshee thing. She was … pissed. We ended up going for dinner instead.” As an experiment it had been a failure but for getting closer to Lydia … big success.
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