Stiles Stilinski

Parties were something that Lydia couldn’t, and wouldn’t turn down. She threw easily the best parties in the entire school, and never skimped on the chance to take it outside whether at the beach, a pool, a bonfire, whatever. So naturally, the comet sighting was turning into a full blown party with the bonfire in the woods. And she’d probably already had a few too many drinks, but she knew her limit so she hadn’t planned on anymore. Now she really just had the time to relax and let the buzz guide her through starting a small little dance party, someone hooked their phone to a speaker and the music started in a small clearing to the right. She joined in the middle, moving her body to the music and spinning around until she managed to be along the edge, slamming into someone. Giving them a quick look, a grin stretched over her lips. “I’d apologize, but i’m not sorry, c’mon. Dance!” She grabbed their hand and drug them back in

Watching from a distance was something that Stiles often did when Lydia Martin was concerned. Well, not so much watching - more so admiring. For as long as he could remember, the auburn haired beauty had been the subject of his affections, and even though she had never even paid him any attention, he still found himself fawning over her. After having his fair share of the cheap and albeit perhaps a little too alcoholic punch, Stiles was feeling confident. Hence, why he’d been approaching Lydia when she had turned and slammed into him. “Oh!” Stiles exclaimed, his eyes wide and staring down at the petite beauty, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of her through ever so slightly hazy eyes. The male didn’t drink often, so when he did, it really didn’t take much for him to get drunk. “Oh- I uh.. Dancing isn’t exactly my forte.” Stiles murmured sloppily, shooting a dopey grin in the woman’s direction.

Red solo cup in hand, Stiles wandered through the forest, eyes scanning the crowd, looking for someone he recognised. Of course, he recognised damn near everyone at the event they were just people who never really gave him the time of day. Stiles was an outcast, someone that would usually shy away from public gatherings. Yet.. He figured he’d step out of his comfort zone just this once. Approaching a man whom he didn’t recognise, Stiles then took a sip of the liquid in his cup, grimacing. “I would definitely advise against the punch.”  ​The final word was spoken alongside a pair of air quotes, a snicker then following.

Sam walked around the town square, slightly curious as to why there were so many people out and about during the night. He probably missed the memo. “Oh, hey. Do you happen to know what’s going on?” He asked the person nearest to him, hoping that they were a local. He gestured to everyone else and noticed..candles. It seemed weird. 

Stiles’ attention was taken from the inside of his red solo cup, and to the voice coming from a man next to him. The words from the stranger seemed to be directed at him, which was strange in itself. It wasn’t often that people jumped at the opportunity to speak to Stiles. “Oh, uh.. It’s the night of the comet.” Pointing up at the ball of ice that moved across the dark night sky. “The longer you stay here, you’ll figure out that the council like to throw celebrations for anything.” He chuckled lightly, shrugging his shoulders as he then wrinkled his nose ever so slightly. 

     Hope sighed as she pursed her lips when she took her seat at the bar when the other guy stormed out of there . “ –And here I was hoping to get a glass  or at least a mascoto .” She mused about as she looked over at the menu instead . 

“I don’t wanna be that guy but.. Are you sure you’re even old enough to have whatever the hell a mascoto is..” Stiles murmured, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Derek had only been back in town a few days and had really spent the time thus far just trying to settle. Which had been going about as well as planned. He wasn’t even sure why he came back, honestly. He’d bolted after the fire and just felt the draw to come back finally after so many years. Really just looking for a chance to get away from the ghosts that haunted him and the thoughts that weighed him down. But upon his entrance to the Grill, he was met with this bullshit. “Ok,” He all but growled the word out, sighing heavily as he leaned against the bar, eyeing the kid to the side. “So why don’t you scramble and find someone that can.”

Stiles recognised the male immediately and honestly, he was shocked to see him. Derek Hale. He thought that, following the Hale house fire, the man would have ran for the hills and never thought to return - considering he was not so publicly thought to be the prime suspect in the case. It wasn’t often that Stiles felt intimidated, he usually kept mostly to himself so there wasn’t really anywhere he’d find himself to make way for intimidation. Yet, in that moment, he truly did. The glowering of the other man’s eyes, the vicious tone behind his voice - it all made small beads of sweat begin to slide down the back of the younger male’s neck. Licking his lips, Stiles then pointed to the bartender, whom had just returned from a break, stinking of cigarette smoke no less. “There, she’s back. No need for the ‘tude’, uh, dude..” The man awkwardly stumbled over his words, then his feet, as he cleared the rest of the glasses from the bar. 

It was finally the start of her last year of high school, and Caroline Forbes had already given herself 100 things to do. Seated on a table in the Grill the blonde had surrounded herself with dozens of notebooks, each one titled with a committee, club or event that she had planned to make their last year at school perfect. Eyes focused on her notepads Caroline was busy writing when she heard footsteps towards her table, not even looking up as she noticed the feet standing in front of her. “Yes you can sit down, but I’m warning you right now - if so much as a crumb of your food or a drop of your drink get on this paper, I will officially murder you.

Stumbling over toward the blonde, plate piled high with fries, Stiles began to mumble through a mouthful of food - though was immediately cut off by her words. Swallowing his bite, he then CAREFULLY lowered the plate down the the table. “At least leave me in critical condition so I get the satisfaction of seeing your mom arrest you.” Stiles teased, chuckling lightly to himself. “You Forbes women are terrifying.” The male chuckled once again, shaking his head as he then stuffed a few more fries into his mouth, a low grumble of content settling in the back of his throat as he chowed down. 

→ Stats ←

Name ♦ Stiles Mieczyslaw Stilinski Age ♦ Eighteen Years Old Species ♦ Human Gender ♦ Male Pronouns ♦ He/Him

→ Looks ←

Eye Colour ✧ Brown Hair Colour ✧ Brunette Height ✧ 5ft 8in

→ Personality ←

✔ Intelligent ✔ Hilarious ✔ Selfless ✔ Loyal

✘ Sarcastic ✘ Anxious ✘ Insecure ✘ Hyperactive

→ Backstory ←

Stiles Stilinski, what to say about Stiles Stilinski? As a child, Stiles was diagnosed with ADHD - Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Ever since then, he had been trying not to let his disorder rule over his life. Yet, it didn’t really work. Stiles has always been very hyperactive and likely always will be, but he likes to think that it’s part of his charm. As a young child, he lost his mother, Claudia. She suffered with a rare form of dementia called Frontotemporal Dementia. During her time suffering she was plagued by delusions and hallucinations, all that centered around Stiles trying to kill her. This caused her to become violent toward her son on a few different occasions, this obviously had a very negative effect on Stiles’ mental health.

On the night she died, Stiles was ALONE. His father was a workaholic, he always had been. When his mother died, his father was caught up in a car accident case, and decided to stay late at the hospital to comfort a woman who was dying as a result of the accident he was investigating. Stiles had to watch his own mother die, and there was nothing that he could do about it. The young boy was traumatized, and that trauma would be carried with him forever. However, the death of his mother forced he and his father closer, their bond unwavering. Though, it wasn’t without difficulty. His father had gained an affinity for alcohol ever since his mother had died. Stiles knew that it was being used as a coping mechanism, but there wasn’t really anything he could do except stop him from going too far.