#spookywolfsbane

"Actually -- you know what? Nevermind.  No, this isn't some kind of cruel joke, --  and I completely understand why you'd  think that, but -- GOD. I'm just way too  much of a bitch, right? That even after  everything that's happened, I don't have  a heart? No, Isaac didn't put me up to  this, these are my own, genuine words.  ------ Maybe I shouldn't have even said anything at all."

   "I think that's possibly the    dumbest idea I've heard     in my entire life."

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(   His first thought upon seeing Stiles at his front door is      It's definitely not Friday and the  second  is prompted     by allowing his eyes to fall to the pumpkins grasped in     either of  Stiles'  hands.   There's a plastic bag looped     around the inside of his elbow, too, & he's not curious     at all to find out what's in there. Really.   )

     ❝       It's October first, Stiles. ❞

that benjamin tho

right u feel me

the problem with all of this was, isaac hadn't had an encounter with hunters or even some twisted force-- not even a crossbow wielding alpha.  his dumbass had decided to get a little too curious with some of allison's gear and it ended less than well, both shooting himself and manging to ungracefully crash off the roof when he'd decided to make a swift exit rather than admit to what he'd just managed.  why exactly this had led him to stiles' doorstep, hoping maybe to find the other male as a middle ground that wasn't half as embarrassing as asking scott or derek for help nor seeming nearly as self-destructive to argent's daughter-- he just hoped this didn't add on to the scarf jokes. maybe he'd just blame inexplicable hunter gnomes. ]