#(stiles threads)

Stiles grabbed Dillan’s arm.   ❝C’mere  --   nope,  don’t argue.❞   He pulled the man toward him and into his lap.   Arms wrapped around his midsection,  pulling him into a tight hold.   He could tell that Dillan was feeling particularly broody.   He didn’t typically ask a lot of questions,  mostly because it wasn’t any of his business unless Dillan wanted to open up to him.   ❝Everyone needs cuddled every once in awhile.   Even giants.   What’s up?❞   

❝Do you   --   Do you want to get a cup of coffee?   because it’s cold and I would like coffee.   You should come with me.❞   It wasn’t like Stiles was fully asking Tyler out.   It was subtle enough that it could be passed off if Tyler wasn’t into him.   Stiles could never tell.   He was bad at attention to detail.

Stiles’ room was definitely chaos,  to say the least.   He hadn’t wanted to clean it,  feeling too exhausted from lack of sleep and distracted.   He knew Scott wouldn’t judge him.   Stiles curled into Scott’s arms,   nestling his head in the crook of his neck so he could press his forehead against Scott’s jaw.   He pulled the blankets with him,  even though Scott was plenty warm.   He was so warm and his skin was soft.   Stiles felt at home and already more relaxed.   He wrapped an arm around Scott.   ❝Thanks.❞

❝  --  Yeeeeees.❞   Stiles drags out the word with a reluctance.   He can feel his heart pounding in his chest,  because what if Scott  gets weird about this  or mad at him or something.   Oh god.   It  is  weird to ask your best friend to make out,  even if he’s been looking at your lips for the past twenty minutes.  But it’s Scott.   He isn’t going to get mad.   The worst he can say is no.  ❝I mean,  only if you  . . .  want me to be serious.   So  . . .  yeah.❞  

❝Me?   Stressed?   Anxious?   ----   Never heard of it.   Doesn’t sound like me at all.❞   Clearly he was being sarcastic,   considering his leg was shaking underneath the table and his fingers were tapping on the table-top.   

❝   -------    uh,  who the hell are you and what are you doing here?❞   Stiles supposed that the stranger could have asked him the same question.   It turned out that Stiles found himself at crimes scenes  fairly often.   But only the ones that connected back to the supernatural  !!!   He was trying to protect his  werewolf  best friend.   He needed this kid to get out of there,  so that way said best friend wouldn’t be discovered.

Stiles knows that he has seen her before somewhere,  maybe met her before.   Maybe they were both just overly-friendly,  or she had one of those faces.   But if they’d met before and he didn’t remember her name,  that was  rude  of him.   An awkward,  sheepish smile comes over his features.   ❝   ----   I’m sorry,   I didn’t catch your name ??   I’m actually a good listener,   I’m just,  ya know,  better with  faces than names.❞