#C/Stiles

[randommultifandomrants]

I REFUSE to believe Erica was the only girl who had a crush on stiles. Like my mind cannot fathom it. He’s funny, smart (like almost genius smart), awkward, and I mean look at him.

Like come on now, they really tried to tell us this boy had no admirers

[morgansdeb]

DEXTER (2006-2013)

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 5.08 TAKE IT! This is who I am. When I was a child my mother was murdered in front of me and it shattered me. I've done this ever since. Because for the longest time it was the only way I could feel unbroken.

[obriengf]

kinda really need stiles stilinski right now, don't know what we'll do, but i need him

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[babyrunawaykitten]

Tonight's the night???

[takaraphoenix]

Hiii. I have a job opening for anyone who'll take it.

The job is really simple. I need you to physically sit next to me while I write and just fucking spray me with a cold water bottle when I start spiraling into Stiles Angst and Feels, kay?

Because this is getting ridiculous.

I just posted an 18k Stetopher Stiles Feels fest that was supposed to be pure naughty smut featuring sugar daddies Petopher and Peter's secretary Stiles.

I gave up on the smutty goodness there when it became too feelsy and figured "Okay, let's make this another post-Nogitsune trauma fic and get the sugar daddies fun into the next one".

I am 9.5k into my second attempt at naughty sugar daddies Petopher and secretary Stiles and Stiles is currently having a panic-attack in Chris' lap. There has not been any smut so far. I am physically crying.

I absolutely can not turn this into another post-Gerard post-Nogitsune trauma fic because if I start a third fic with married rich Petopher where Stiles is Peter's secretary, then that's just... getting ridiculous.

So. Please. Someone. Come here, with a water bottle and just spray me like I am a dumb cat who refuses to learn because apparently I am.

I just wanted Stiles to call them sir and pine for them while they court him and then rail him in Peter's office, why is that asking too much?

(He will get railed in that damn office, so help me all the gods. I will not make a third attempt at this. Even if this story turns ridiculously long and slow-burn THERE WILL BE SMUT.)

[www-elpis-com]

i have made a realisation that i must share with the class

c!wilbur limbo (art by: @/qaramello on instagram)

stiles limbo

harry potter limbo

king julian pineapple heaven (limbo?)

five hargreaves time travel metro station

[argentisms]

STARTER FOR: @stylinskies | stiles & allison WHEN + WHERE: after the events of motel california, before getting back on the bus

Now that the chaos has died down, the adrenaline has worn off. She's exhausted, feeling like she's trying to wade through water and unable to come up for air. It's no secret that Scott's in bad shape, bad enough that Allison doesn't feel good about having out of her line of sight. She'd helped him shower off the gasoline, skin scrubbed raw in an attempt to feel clean despite the obvious. Holding him through it was no question, the only sound of the shitty hotel room being her soft voice trying to reassure him with It's okay, and I've got you. Once the smell of gasoline is dulled, she gives him a moment to himself to get dressed, while she gets rid of the gasoline soaked shirt and jeans balled up on the floor. It's the perfect opportunity to check in on Stiles, knowing he's worse for wear. He'd been the one to step forward, right into the large pool of gasoline to get the flare out of Scott's hand.

With a quiet reassurance that she'd be right back, Allison made a beeline for the trash can at the end of the hall. She made the executive decision to throw out the soaked clothes, the smell alone made her want to gag. Once she's making her way down the hall again, Stiles comes into view -- Seemingly having the same idea as her. "Hey," she greets lamely, chewing on her bottom lip as she moves towards him. The cool night air causes goosebumps, despite the comfort of Scott's sweatshirt. The obvious question goes unsaid, both knowing the answer. "I was just getting rid of uh -- Scott's clothes." She sentence out of context sounds absurd enough that it almost pulls a laugh from her. "They were starting to make me nauseous."

[mccallsmemaybe]

WHO ― @stylinskies

WHEN & WHERE ― weekend of the service project, in the bus on the way

For the first time that Scott can remember, he was having a hard time being optimistic. Hope seemed so out of reach. ❝ I can’t believe Derek is dead, ❞ he mumbled which was instantly followed by a groan when the bus went over a bump. A painful reminder of the fight with the alpha pack, how wrong it all went, and the fact that the wound on his stomach still hadn’t healed. The night before had seemed like a bad dream. Going to meet Deucalion alone, only for it to end up being an ambush on both sides— another battle in the war with the alpha pack. All Scott wanted to do was find some peaceful resolution, find a way to get rid of the threat without anyone else get hurt. Now he wasn’t sure if they could. There was no way to keep his hands clean nor protect those he loved and cared about ( and the list kept growing everyday it seemed like ). All this was part of the reason he insisted, despite being tired and hurt, that they still needed to go do the service work with the university. Selfishly, he needed to feel like he could make some good in the world still.

❝ Sorry, ❞ he winced as he pushed himself up in the seat to face Stiles more. ❝ Give me another term, ❞ he was lucky to have Stiles coming up with distractions that kept his brain from slipping too deep into the darkness of everything happening. Plus, if they somehow did get through all of this alive, he needed to pass the biochemistry final test in a couple months if he wanted to stay in the veterinary program. Then again, every time he looked up at his best friend, it was hard not to think about his safety and if he shouldn’t stay away from him as well. Scott wasn’t sure if he could survive without Stiles by his side. Wasn’t he the reason Scott got that far in life to begin with? Helped push him towards his dreams and reminded him of his values, the kind of person he was and wanted to be. ❝ Are they still following us? ❞ Scott motioned to the back window. He was hoping Stiles had convinced Lydia and Allison to turn around and go somewhere safer. Far away from him.

[morgansdeb]

DEXTER MORGAN AND LUMEN PIERCE DEXTER S05E12 "THE BIG ONE"

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 5.10 IN THE BEGINNING Despite having considered myself a monster for as long as I can remember, it still comes as a shock when I'm confronted with the depth of evil that exists in this world.

[bingbxng]

“ I feel like since every other survivor is dead but me, you should just let me have the hatch. ”

@humanchewtoy | PRISONER OF THE FOG: MAIN

The idle chitter in the Wraith's throat seemed to turn into something of a growl, an exhibition of dissatisfaction with such a desperate display. No regard for the lives lost before him. Philip's respect was seldom earned when the hatch was a survivor's last resort, and it certainly wasn't earned this way. Those brave enough to evade death's pursuit with every ounce of their soul, the ones who fought back the hardest and bowed to no one . . . those were the only survivors even remotely capable of earning such a merciful handout from him. As drops of the syrupy blood of his peers dripped down the menacing edge of Azarov's skull, the Wraith did something rare . . . the animalistic purr in his throat forged itself into a low tone to deliver one single word through the slits of his blood spattered, steely facade.

"Cowardly."

[ewnotstiles-a]

closed starter ft. @originalblondebxtch

familiar faces were hard to come by in beacon hills ever since the new folk moved into town. but, when he found one, stiles would always jump at the opportunity to cling onto them for dear life. he noticed a blonde up ahead, one that was a relatively new friend, but a fast one nonetheless. he and rebekah got on like a house on fire, their playful banter making for an amusing dynamic. "hey gwen!" stiles shouted, jogging toward the blonde. arms were thrown around her shoulders. "whatcha' doin'?" stiles grinned, plopping down next to the woman.

[bamsidsuperbitch]

❛  how are you holding up?  ❜

" I'm...fine. " She gave a half smile, rubbing her arm. " What about you? "

[whitedahlia13]

That’s Where You’ll Find Me

Chapter 14: In Another Life

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Allison

Dorothy did not say anything, for she was puzzled to know which of her two friends was right. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

On Wednesday, the diffused light of dawn coaxes Lydia awake. Her eyes flutter open, smile slowly blossoming when the first thing she sees is the familiar sight of her hand linked to another. She watches those ten effortlessly intertwined digits, rising and falling in harmony with her inhales and exhales, balanced perfectly at the center of the chest that’s connected to the shoulder that supports her head.

For a good thirty seconds, she thinks she’s home with Stiles, the two of them curled up on the comfy couch in the Stilinski living room, his arm warm and reassuring around her.

As the rest of the space comes into focus… the wood planks braced across cathedral ceilings, the textured plaster walls, the towering stone fireplace, its hearth smoldering with faint embers… she remembers that she is in Allison Archer’s cabin in the woods of Larimar. An incalculable distance from Beacon Hills and Stiles.

She cranes her neck to glance at her companion.

Noah is asleep. Head thrown back against the cushions, lips parted and pale pink, airborne particles swirling in a sunbeam above his head like stardust.

Heart squeezing, she gazes at him for a moment.

In the three days they’ve been together, she has only seen him sleep once, that afternoon by the lake where they stopped to have lunch. Every night, he has been the last to bed; every morning, the first to wake.

She was starting to worry that he suffers from insomnia. But right now, he looks so peaceful, so sweet, and—aside from the smattering of stubble along his jaw and the small scar on his cheek—so much like Stiles.

Read more: ao3

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