#C: Stiles Stilinski

[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

[obriengf]

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

[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."

[geminibled]

♬ — [sender] sings a christmas carol at [receiver]'s door @ewnotstiles

her ambition for a quiet night in had been tarnished, after being called for a shift at the bar. it was roughly eleven pm when she made it to her street, a wishful sigh leaving her lips as she quickly strolled towards her home. she was desperate for rest, her own mind consumed by this new venture, being in an unfamiliar place after some time dead. she was struggling with the adjustment more than she had expected too. hands clasped her jacket, tugging it over her frame to retain warmth, turning the corner to see a figure stood by her door. she stopped, contemplating if she should continue before reluctantly, venturing forward. closing the distance allowed her to recognise the other, and the song they were singing. "you know, carollers tend to go to homes that are filled with folk, not when no ones home." she tilted her head, arms folded over her chest. "the song silent night is ironic, it is not a silent night with you around."

[obriengf]

Thanks for hanging out with me! Was I cool? did you like me? What do you think of me in detail? Do you hate me?

[mcelebrper]

Wondering, how old do you play Stiles?

I didn't watch until the end of the series/the movie but I tend to play him around 18-early/mid 20s depending on the scenario!

[withhale]

[ PRESENTS ] for receiver to open a present from sender. (it’s the ugliest Christmas jumper you’ve ever seen, but it has a wolf in a Santa hat on it) @ewnotstiles

" what .. is this?" between clasped fingers, derek raised the material in the air, almost as if he could not bare to touch it. distaste was evident on his features, brows knit together, a rather displeased expression on his lips. he wants to smile, even if he does not admit this to himself. his grumpy demeanour wins this time, not allowing the smirk to slide through. he moves his gaze to stiles, brow raised. "well ?" he questioned, tone more impatient now.

[randommultifandomrants]

You’d think with the way he punched that he broke the glass but no.

[geminibled]

"could we just , do something normal?" she knew the question was to the point, but with her unprecedented return, she was in need of some relaxation, no expectations, and most of all , some peace. she felt out of sorts, moving to a new town, loosing her old home, and returning from the dead, all things that derived concern in her mind. her mind was consumed with 'what ifs', and wondering where her loved ones were. "we could check out the ice rink , do something fun?" @ewnotstiles

[mcelebrper]

Open to tops: Canon packmates preferred, but open to others. Muses can be Stiles’s age or older.

Scenario: Stiles has been researching a lot of magic lately and found a spell to magically augment someone’s strength and “essence”. He cast it secretly on your muse and over the past week has watched as your muse has become noticeably more muscular. The spell could have a variety of unknown side effects though, I’m open to himbofying muses, making them sex focused, turning them dominant over him, or whatever else you prefer. I’m all for sex magic backfiring and Stiles getting in over his head.

Message me to continue over private message or discord only.

Stiles looked over at the other man and tried to not seem too proud of himself. After all, he was still new to magic and he had kept the spell a secret, but it was clearly a success. From what he could tell, it helped someone pack on a fair amount of muscle without having to even do anything different, and if it worked this well then he figured it would be a good thing to try out for the whole pack.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you that you’re looking really good lately. Got a new workout routine or something?” Stiles questioned, curious to see how much the man even noticed anything. Stiles gave him a glance over as he admired his more buff physique.

[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

[whitedahlia13]

She was about to knock on the door when she heard Sheriff Stilinski say, “Hey, stop that.”

Knuckles an inch from the grain, she froze, image of Stiles gnawing on his nails flashing before her.

As many times as Lydia had been in the hospital, she never realized how thin the walls actually were. She remembers being able to hear their entire conversation...

“I was just curious about the terminology,” the sheriff continued. “We're—we’re not in any kind of dire straits.”

“I know about the bills, Dad,” Stiles informed him with a sigh. “I know about the collectors...calling about Eichen House. I know about the advance from the department, about the credit cards.”

Her hand reflexively covered her mouth. Stiles had confided that being in Eichen House was a greater financial strain than he expected, but she didn’t know it was that bad.

She remembers thinking that she should have walked away, that she had no business listening to what was intended to be a private discussion. But she promised Stiles she would meet him there, and the tugging in her chest wouldn’t let her leave.

Read more: ao3 & ffnet

[geminibled]

[RAMSAY] after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich. @ewnotstiles

She had done her best to prepare a meal, knowing that Stiles had not had something so filling and homely since before going into hospital. She knew his father, the sheriff, would be working tirelessly, and this would be the last thing on his mind. Thus, she had taken it upon herself to make a dinner, however, mind drifting aimlessly had led to the chicken burning before she had chance to show him her culinary excellence. Feeling the pieces of bread against her cheeks, Liv slapped his hands away and laughed. "Don't make me force feed you this burnt chicken." Arms folding across her chest, lips pouted, she exhaled a sigh. "I'll order takeout."

[geminibled]

she appreciated him , and what he must have been through. she did not envy him, she knew his mind would be racing with possibilities, the 'what if's, and yet she knew it was not as easy as that. finding the culprit was near impossible, especially when the supernatural were concerned. "a delight..... are you sure?" she pursed her lips with a smirk. " i'll take that to the grave, you'll never truly know my affections." she sighed, gnawing down on her bottom lip. her smile faded, his thoughts were pure, but it was unlikely they would find the culprit, and she was realistic. " don't think about it for now, you need to get better, and then we can work out what happened, alright?" she knew he did not know of her supernatural abilities, and now was not the time to inform him.

another gasp. “me? how dare you. i’m a delight.” stiles hums, chuckling to himself. as liv spoke again, stiles rolled his eyes. “fine, i’ll take it.. for now. but just remember the next time i end up almost dying that you never got a chance to tell me how amazing your life is with me in it.” eyebrows wiggle again, mischievously. “i hope so, i really want to find who did it. i just.. hope they haven’t done anything bad to anyone else.”

[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."

[mcelebrper]

Open to tops: Canon Teen Wolf characters preferred, but open to others. Total shameless A/B/O smut and unrealistic sexualized behavior, absolutely down for it to get filthy. Happy to change the scenario if you’d prefer to play a slightly older Alpha grad student rather than a professor, happy to alter the starter for you as needed. Stiles and all characters must be 18+. Open to public/semi-public sex, bondage, dub/con, heats/mating, and more.

Scenario: Omega!Stiles grew up rather sheltered and has caught the interest of a very traditional views Alpha professor known for very lewd and in depth graduate level anatomy classes typically with Alpha students. Stiles received a message from the professor offering to let Stiles sit in on a class and despite being an undergrad student and he just showed up a few minutes early to the class.

Message me to continue over private message or discord only.

Stiles was more than a little surprised to receive the offer to sit in on the class, but he knew that it was a hard class to get into for the actual grad students, let alone an undergraduate. When he sent the email asking he barely expected a reply, let alone the offer. And sure sitting in on one class was different than actually taking the course but when else was he going to get a chance to see a class like this in person? He made sure to be a few minutes early and he approached the professor at his desk rather than taking a seat with the other students. “Hi, I’m Stiles. Which I’m sure you already know since you’re letting me sit in on the class and I’m obviously not your student but uh… Well thanks for letting me come today. I really appreciate the offer, I just figured I should say hi before the class starts. Should I just… sit anywhere?” He rambled a bit as he spoke to the older man.