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Stiles Stilinski. Werewolf Wrangler of Scott McCall's pack. indie teen wolf rp. canon adjacent after 3A. multiverse. multishipping. created august 31 2013. mun is 30+. est. Tracked tag: sarcasmandbatsare myonlydefense
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                                      stiles stilinski. indie teen wolf rp.                                werewolf wrangler of scott mccall’s pack.                               private/selective and open to new partners                                canon adjacent after 3A. written by pattie.

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[[i’m one year older today but I’m pretty sure we all agree that nothing counts age-wise during a pandemic, yes?]]

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“Mhm.” Noelle didn’t believe him one bit. She pats his shoulder with a laugh. If there was one thing she loved to do, it was teasing Stiles. “I thought you said it wasn’t a crush?” 
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“I did! It isn’t! Which is why we shouldn’t keep talking about it, because it isn’t a thing and why would we bother talking about things that aren’t a thing?” Maybe if he talks fast enough, she’ll get distracted and they can talk about something else. “If you keep this up, I’ll start harrassing you about your not-a-crush. I know things too.

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                                ❛  trouble  just  follows  me  around  like  a  bad  smell,  you  know…kinda  like  you  do,  ❜  he  mutters  dryly,  eyes  rolling  heavenward.  (  yep,  still  hates  this  stupid  town.  )   ❛  my  back  doesn’t  need  watching,  for  the  record.  ❜  (  not  currently,  anyway.  )    
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“i don’t smell.” does he? no. he’d check, but then derek would know he made stiles doubt himself. and that’s not cool. derek is -- the worst, sometimes. “tell that to all the times you’ve already been attacked or kidnapped. relax, i’m just hanging out until the rest of the pack is back in time.”

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                                      that’s  not  what  she  meant,  but  she  will  not  stand  here  and  discuss  the  family  who  murdered  hers  like  this  with  a  stranger.   ❛  get  your  little  crooked  jawed  friend  to  meet  me  without  argent,  ❜  she  says,  and  there’s  an  implied  or  else  in  her  tone,  though  she  hasn’t  thought  that  far  ahead.   ❛  call  him.  set  up  a  meetingnow.  ❜  
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“all right, geez, no need to get violent.” he can see where derek gets it from. or maybe she got it from him. sibling dynamics weren’t exactly his area of expertise. “keep your claws on.” he pulls his phone out and dials scott, keeping his eyes on laura. “heya, scotty. any chance you can meet up with -- yep, how’s after work? nah, just you. and me. because i’m great, that’s why. okay, at the loft. an hour. see you then.” he ends the call and shrugs, looking back at her. “an hour soon enough for you?”

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@sarcasmandbatsaremyonlydefense​ sent in “fuck off. i mean it.”
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‘‘I think that little skip in your heartbeat begs to differ. I could fuck you off if it’ll make you feel any better.’‘ 

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“When was the last time anyone told you you were a gigantic jackass? Might be time for a refresher there, dead wolf.”

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He hated it when Stiles had a valid point. ‘’You eventually noticed, or will eventually notice, if that were to happen again. There’s no guest room, Stiles. You see where I sleep? Where my room is? That is the only room. Top’s floor is just open space.’’ 
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“Right, and we’re trying to avoid the eventually part of it.” Stiles shrugged. “Fine, point me to your least favourite corner -- I had a feeling that was going to be your answer, so I brought a sleeping bag. I’d say I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to invade your kitchen with my hot pockets, but -- I don’t really care that much.”

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