#stiles stllinski

[bakerydoll]

stiles kisses you everytime like it's the last time he'll ever do it. there's no such thing as pecks or quick goodbye kisses. it's doubled if it's a pack mission. he's holding your face in both of his hands, deepening the kiss to the point of being breathless. his lips are pillowly soft yet his kisses were always firm. he kissed with confidence even though he often lacked it. it's the kind of kiss that leaves you wanting more and wishing you had more time.

stiles’ paranoia bites at him constantly. his one and only resolve, if he dies today at least he could say, he got a good kiss from the love of his life. everytime he's fighting the big bad, what keeps him going is knowing he'll come home to you.

[kezoire]

@stllinski // " it’s a sacrifice, of sorts. "

kezo stared at him. simply stared, as if the words that'd fallen out of his mouth were the most stupidest things a person could say. as if it weren't obvious enough. “ no shit. ” he coughed out, countenance agonizingly lackluster in every aspect of a reaction to seeing what was happening before them. well, further down into the woods they'd tracked out to and were now pretending some skinny tree trunks were wide enough to camouflage them both. “ the chanting and the masks ... that didn't do it for me. thought it was a school play. ” it did resemble a school play, something so embarrassingly amateurish in his eyes that he had the thought of turning around and leaving the crowd to their own devices, whatever demonic entity that may come out of it or whatever their goal was. they weren't given enough information about the case to start with, other than the slew of mutilated corpses littered along the various acres of land in a poor attempt of shallow graves. and here, he could see now that they were planning to carve someone up for their god. whatever god they thought they were making offerings for. “ the freak holding a scythe — not human. he's likely the one leading all of this. ”

[calithal]

I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.

lack of sleep starters, accepting!  ༄

              “  hm.  ”    strangely  tender,  she  leans  closer.  her  touch  is  so  close  to  a  caress,  startlingly  gentle.  one  hand  lazily  drifting  across  the  shore  of  his  skin,  up  to  cradle  his  cheek.  but  her  eyes  are  dead.  he  does  look  tired.  a  lot.  grey  and  fucked  all  over,  only  remnants  of  a  boy  buried  underneath  it  all.  her  hand  moves  slightly,  dripping  down  to  beneath  his  chin,  and  there  she  just  grasps,  only  slightly  firm,  tilting  it  up.    “  oh,  you  promise,  do  you?  ”

                this  is  how  they  all  are.  fucked  up  and  run  over  until  it’s  just  a  nature  of  it.  this  is  just  how  it  is.  everyone’s  tired.  nobody’s  special.  we  all  get  to  suffer  just  for  living.  suddenly,  her  grip  tightens  severely,  and  she  reaches  up  and  smacks  him  with  her  other  hand.  harsh,  ceej.  she  lets  go  completely.    “  wake  up.  ”    she’s  sneering  down  at  him,  a  little.

[lupaeusmoved]

" can you walk ? i need you to walk for me , okay ? "

dire situations .

⸺  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘  𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦  𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗔𝗠𝗕����𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗬  of  the  speed  at  which  her  body  heals  is  not  such  a  distressing  set  of  variables  .  but  mid  fight  ,  claws  and  growls  and  carnage  all  around  her  ,  the  little  wolf  cannot  help  but  wish  she  had  a  fast  forward  button  .  but  suddenly  , as always , there's  stiles  -  fussing  over  her  as  though  not  placing himself in  even  greater  danger  by doing so .  prepared  to  stand  stubbornly  in  harm's  way  until  the  blonde  has  been  secured  .  ❝  yeah  -  yeah  ,  i  can  ,  just  -  ❞  small  forelimb  loops  weakly  around  his  shoulders  as  she's  pulled  up  onto  her  good  leg  ,  the  other  bent  at  an  unsettling  angle  with  each  hobbled  step  she  takes  .  ❝  probably  would  have  been  quicker  to  just  leave  me  ,  ❞  she  murmurs  bitterly  ,  gaze  locked  upon  stiles'  visage  to  keep  from  wandering  downward  to  the  mangled  disaster that is her as yet un - repaired appendage  .

[stllinski]

( ⁀➷ ) - #stllinski , an independent and heavily canon-divergent interpretation of stiles stilinski, focused within the supernatural verse. a study in life after possession. remnants of evil. humanity is not a curse. learning to heal after tragedy. found family. written by chrissie. ( 21 + )

[stilinskisobrien]

I won't even lie, when I saw stiles in his FBI outfit I cried

[fandom-madnessess]

Scott/Stiles

11. “What’s with the box?”

Scott McCall/Stiles StllinskiRating: G, Word Count: 590Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pets

‘Scott?’ Stiles asks from the bottom step ofthe stairs, his voice low and full of warning. He’d beenin the study, planning to do the administration but actually watchingconspiracy videos on YouTube, when he’d heardthe key in the front door and gone downstairs to greet his husband.

Scott’s smilewhen he looks up at Stiles is a little strained.

‘What’s with the box?’ Stiles continues. He folds his armsacross his chest.

‘Whatbox?’

‘The onebehind your back.’

‘Oh,that one.’ Scott turns his body andstarts walking backwards into the living room, making sure to keep the contentsof the box hidden behind his back. ‘Nothing.’ He freezes for a second, then startswalking away faster.

Stiles follows him, eyebrows raised. ‘Nothing, huh? Then what’s that little grey fuzzball peekingover your shoulder?’

Scott keeps that strained smile on his face as he reachesover and plucks the kitten off his shoulder and cradles it protectively againsthis chest. ‘Oh wow,’ he laughs awkwardly. ‘How did she get there?’

‘Climbedout of that box and up the back of your coat, would be my guess,’ Stiles says, rolling his eyes. Scott’s not the best of liars, but even forhim this is terrible.

‘Okay.Just… hear me out,’ Scott says. He walks the rest of theway to the living room, sits down on the couch and sets the box on the coffee table.There’s a fluffy green towel inside. ‘If you still want her goneafter, I’ll bring her back to theclinic. Tonight.’

Stiles thinks it over. If he hears Scott out, there’s a ninety percent chance the kitten’s staying. They had a plan: get thejobs they want, make sure they’resecure in those jobs, save money, and then they adopt pets and children. Hesits down next to Scott anyway.

‘Thislittle girl’s mom had too many babies andcouldn’t feed them all, and theowners didn’t have the time to reallytake care of her, so we kept this one tobottle feed, but she’sgetting too old to stay with us, which means she’ll haveto go to the shelter, but–’

‘But yougot attached,’ Stiles sighs. He can’t blame him. She’s adorable, with big blue eyes andfluffy grey fur. She looks at him, blinks slowly, then meows plaintively. ‘Okay, fine,’ Stiles says, smiling at Scott’s victorious grin. He takes thekitten from Scott, and his chest feels tight for a second. She’s so small and soft, so vulnerable.He settles her in the crook of his arm, where she nestles in and promptly fallsasleep.

‘I loveyou,’ Scott says.

‘I loveyou, too.’

‘I wastalking to her.’ Scott carefully strokes thekitten’s little head with onefinger. Stiles would flip him off if he didn’t thinkit would wake their kitten. ‘Whatare we going to name her?’ Scottasks.

‘Dustbunny,’ Stiles decides. ‘Because she looks like one.’

‘Bunnyfor short, I assume?’

‘Duh.’

‘I’m also assuming that I’m gonna have to make dinner?’

Stiles nods at Dustbunny. ‘There’s a cat sleeping on me. I can’t do anything until she wakes up.’

Scott laughs. ‘Well,I should probably get the food and toys inside first.’

‘How’d you know I’d say yes?’ 

‘BecauseI know you,’ Scott says, standing up. Hepresses a kiss to the top of Stiles’ headand walks back to his car.

‘He’s right. I could never say no to you,’ Stiles whispers to Dustbunny. ‘You’re going to be horribly spoiled.’

[stllinski]

( ⁀➷ ) - #stllinski , an independent and heavily canon-divergent interpretation of stiles stilinski, focused within the supernatural verse. a study in life after possession. remnants of evil. humanity is not a curse. learning to heal after tragedy. found family. written by chrissie.

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[stilinskisobrien]

I was waiting for Theo to show up the whole episode and he never did :))

[stilinskisobrien]

I CAN’T BELIEVE STILES WAS GONE FOR THREE MONTHS

[stilinskisobrien]

ngl I'm so confused rn