Stiles: You Make Me Sick.

Stiles: You make me sick.

Theo: Lovesick?

Stiles: Yes- sick of love.

*ticks off fingers* renfri, the striga, pavetta, ciri, at this point i'm convinced that geralt of rivia is an in-universe cryptid, but like, strictly for princesses.

legend has it that if you are the daughter of royalty and some cruelty has befallen you, you need only walk into the forest, call geralt of rivia's name thrice, and the white wolf shall materialize before you to ask why the fuck you're shouting at him and demand payment for helping you. then he shall cure you of your ills and fade back into the mist without even your thanks or the payment he demanded in the first fucking place.

how come when we graduate we’re just expected to go our separate ways? if I’ve already found the best people in my life, why aren’t I not trying to stay with them, you know?

Tony learning from his previous suits’ failures/shortcomings.

no place for promises

chapter 23: revelations

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3

Isaac tosses the second towel in the bin and rubs his forehead, smearing blood on his face. He notices and groans then crosses the room. He steps over Theo, whose head has been propped onto another towel and vanishes into the bathroom. In comparison to Theo, Isaac looks like a whirlwind. The chimera still hasn’t moved. He’s still out cold. He’s still-

Stiles’ breath catches in his throat.

“Hey, hey-” Brett squeezes his shoulder “-he’ll be fine. It takes more than a bump on the head to kill someone with supernatural healing.”

Stiles swallows. “A broken neck?”

“More,” Brett says, smiling weakly. “Trust me, the second he opens his mouth, you’ll wish you did accidentally kill him.”

Although he appreciates the attempt to lighten the mood - after all, it’s something he would find himself doing if the situation was reserved - Stiles can’t help but feel terrible about what happened. Theo deserved to be punched in the face for sure, but that’s a bit much. He didn’t mean to knock him out. He didn’t mean to almost kill him. He just wanted to push him off. He wanted him to stop. He wanted to- Stiles sighs and slumps against the couch. Brett wraps an arm around his shoulder and gives him an encouraging squeeze. 

Stupid werewolves and their stupid need for physical affection. Stiles knows that’s a thing because he spent an entire summer looking for Erica and Boyd. He saw Isaac’s increasing demand for affection, something Derek gave him willingly even though he pretended he hated it. He saw Cora staying close, saw Boyd and Isaac brushing up against each other whenever they had the chance. Stiles knows it grounds them. 

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Theo: Not to brag, but I’ve been told I’m “very nice” by people who don’t know me that well.