#scott and Noah

[dilfluvver4eva]

oh how I love you, found father tropes

[the-mother-of-lions]

3x09 | 5x09 - Stiles realizing the people he loves most don't believe him

[dietcokeangel2004]

Stiles Stilinski gif pack

I’m not a lover or a fighter. I’m a hater talking shit from a safe distance.

[bayntons]

Why couldn't you save her? I mean, this- this is what you do. I tried. I really tried. We all did. If this had been any other day, man... Any other day? What the f*ck does that mean, "any other day?" What, you would've saved her life? Yes. No. I don't know. I don't- I don't know. We're getting slammed up there. We've had dozens of shooting victims. You've seen it.

THE PITT • 1.13 | 7:00 PM

[blaksstr]

Peter: "I didn’t know Derek had a type."

Derek: "I don’t."

Stiles: "Lies. I’m his disaster gremlin soulmate and you know it."

Sheriff: (head in hands) "Why couldn’t you have just dated Scott?"

Peter: "Even I wouldn’t wish that on him."

[djkerr]

Behind the scenes of the "unusually accurate medical drama."

🎥 @streamonmax IG

[weezerfan123]

THANKS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS WTF!!❤️ ^_^

[drfranklangdon]

Scott Gemmill & Noah Wyle on Langdon's return in season 2

[pkrosche]

Teen Wolf Incorrect Text Posts 10/?

[antrea]

Hockey & Hounds: Meet the Flyers Puppies

[coleslawr02]

what the

[bansheehale]

Teen Wolf lines I think about regularly:

“My mom does all the grocery shopping”

“I’m worth F I V E D O L L A R S?!”

“You’re killing people. To death.”

“We were clubbing! You know…at the club!”

“You READ that MOVIE?”

“I fell in a hole :D”

“Uh…Meeeeeeeeeexicaaan?”

“ANOTHER WEREWOLF!?”

[bluespinksyellows]

Stiles: B*tches be like "ThE FoOd iS BurNt" no it's not that's just extra flavor

Derek in the back with a fire extinguisher: ...

Scott on the phone with the fire department: ...

The Sheriff evacuating the house: ...

Erica yelling from outside: I agree!

[supercap2319]

Noah Stilinski: "Do you boys have anything that you want to confess?"

Y/N: "Okay, I confess! I had a threesome with Peter and Scott in your office twice. And Stiles let Derek fuck him in your bed."

Stiles: "DUDE!"

Noah Stilinski: "I was gonna ask who ate all the BBQ chips, but go on, Y/N."

[fraudulent-cheese]

More backrooms/liminal space edits from discord requests!

[uhhhj13iguess]

that was the best sleep i've had in months

stiles x reader (no use of (y/n))

summary: after the horrors of mexico, stiles is absolutely exhausted. it seems you were feeling the same.

wc: 1.7k

yucky tooth rotting sweet fluff that i couldn't write without smiling, pls enjoy

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the drive back from mexico was dead silent. no one had the energy to make small talk, let alone process all that had happened as they rescued their friends from kate. despite everything, scott insisted on driving, barely staying conscious enough to get them home as kira slept in the passenger seat. stiles sat in the back wedged between you and liam, staring out the window as flashbacks tormented his utterly exhausted mind.

he knew everything had resolved itself. he knew the deadpool was over, kate was being taken care of, derek was fine, everyone was safe. but it only filled him with more dread. he couldn't help but obsess over what was going to happen next. he loved his friends, and he wanted to do nothing but the absolute most to come to their rescue, but after months and months, and years of life-threatening events one after the other, he didn't know how to do it anymore. he didn't know how to keep going and how to not live in a constant state of fight or flight without breaking, he didn't know how to handle --

stiles' mind went from a painful spiral to completely barren in the matter of a second.

there was a pressure on his right shoulder, and he would be lying if he said his first thought wasn't liam -- he barely made it through the full moon, let alone the rest of the evenings events. but as he turned to his left and saw liam's head resting against the window, he swallowed a lump in his throat.

he looked over to see you asleep, your cheek squished against his shoulder as you breathed deeply, looking the most at ease he's seen you in weeks. you stirred, subconsciously trying to get more comfortable and resting more of your body against him.

and so many emotions overcame him

he's so afraid. afraid to move an inch, for the car to hit a bump in the road, for anyone to start talking. anything that would wake you. he knew how exhausted you were and was so relieved to see you asleep. and he so anxious of anything disturbing that.

he was also anxious for another reason.

you were touching him. your touch made it impossible for him not to move, much to his dismay. but your body against his felt as though it was burning his skin.

he lived for the moments the two of you accidentally touched and even made efforts to sneak them in as he could. but for it to happen so organically, of your own volition? everything felt hot to the touch.

even if not of your own volition -- maybe it was an accident. maybe you had fallen asleep upright, and after a turn, you'd fallen against him. he didn't care why it happened. he was just so grateful it did.

that was his primary emotion: complete gratitude to whatever chain of events put him in this position. you were so close to him. he could smell your perfume, hear your soft breathing, and feel how warm you were against him. he found comfort in how peaceful you were.

he sat like that until he himself couldn't keep his eyes open. he was so exhausted and your presence put him in a trance. his own head slumped against yours as he passed out.

scott switched lanes, peaking at his mirrors to check the empty desert road behind him. what he saw made him double-take, eyes widening and the sight waking him up instantly. in the small mirror, he saw the two of you cuddled up, heads pressed together and limbs entangled.

he let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"took them long enough."

kira stirred in her seat next to him, letting out a yawn and soft whine as she stretched out her arms. she rubbed her eyes, looking at scott.

"what'd y'say?" she slurred.

scott kept his eyes on the road, nodding his head to the backseat with a smirk.

"i said it only took them long enough. i was sure it was going to happen last week when we went to the movies."

he had to shush kira at her burst of laughing towards his comment, reducing her cackle to a giggle and looking back to see if she had woken them up.

"don't wake them! this is like, his biggest dream come true."

kira smiled at the two, slipping a ten dollar bill from scott's wallet on the dashboard. "i told you it would happen soon. she can't take her eyes off of him, it's so obvious."

scott shook his head in defeat, still holding a smile. "i just didn't think he had it in him. i'm proud."

stiles woke up as he felt the car coming to a stop. he opened his eyes, lifting his head to look around him and gage the situation. in his half-awake state, he acted unconsciously, acknowledging your presence against him with a hand reaching out and cradling your head, his fingers running through your hair softly. he looked outside to see they were outside his house, scott parking in his driving and turning around to stiles with a huge grin on his face.

stiles was more awake now. he looked down at you, eyes bulging out of his head, and back to scott with his mouth slightly agape. he couldn't come up with a single thing to explain himself out of this one.

"okay, we're running in to use the bathroom quick before we head out. i suggest you wake up sleeping beauty there and see if she's planning to stay with you or if we need to drop her off on the way." scott winked and stiles was left alone with you in the car, the other three making their way into his house while snickering to each other.

stiles turned back to you, resuming his light movements on your head. he shifted a little, moving his other arm from your lap to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

he called your name out a few times, gradually getting louder to wake you softly. you stirred against him, moving your hands to your eyes, rubbing them harshly as you looked up towards him.

it was at this point you became aware of the position you two were in. your legs were crossed with his (borderline in his lap) and your full left side leaned against him, your head on his shoulder. you blushed instantly and froze, not knowing how to proceed.

sure, you may have intentionally went to lay your head on his shoulder as you were drifting off, but you didn't mean to practically mount the man in the backseat surrounded by your friends.

stiles gave you a soft smile. "we made it home."

you let out a soft hum.

"we're at my house right now, everyone ran inside to freshen up before leaving. do you..."

he trailed off, shifting his legs slightly apart from yours and growing more visibly anxious. "do you want to stay the night here? scott's also willing to drive you home, if you want. i just didn't know if you'd, um, want to be alone or not, you know?"

you smiled and looked down into your lap. nodding, you began to peel yourself off of him, from what looked to be his dismay.

"that sounds nice stiles, thanks. and thank you for letting me use you as a pillow the whole ride. I'm pretty fucking exhausted."

he smiled back at you, "ditto." crawling his way out of the backseat after you, he then grabbed both of your bags and led you inside.

after saying goodnight to your friends, stiles shuffled around the living room as he gathered blankets and pillows on the couch. "my dad's on night shift tonight. I'll set up here and you can have my room. you can grab some sweats or anything from my dresser if you'd like."

you shifted slightly in your stance, working up the courage to say something you didn't even know how to get out.

"i don't want you to have to sleep on the couch."

stiles was still focused on his makeshift bed, chuckling to himself.

"i've slept on the chair in scott's rooms hundreds of times, this couch is a luxury."

"stiles,"

"no really, i don't mind at all. i'd rather be woken up early when my dad gets in instead of having you wake up, i-"

"stiles."

he stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, concern washing over his face as he studied you.

"what is it?"

"i- i mean i just like, i," you took a deep breath. now or never, you supposed.

"sleeping with you in the car was the best sleep I've gotten in months." you rushed out in a hushed tone.

stiles stared at you, his face unreadable. every bit of confidence you had built up was being shred apart, and you could feel your resolve slipping, making you contemplate how quickly you could book it for the front door. you sat anxiously, waiting for a response.

"are you asking me... to-"

"i'm sorry, wow, that was embarrassing. i actually think I'm going to just head back home, I'm sorry to-"

"no wait, please, you didn't-"

"even be here, let alone say what I just said. I'll see you-"

"do anything, please. stay."

you stopped in your evacuation out his front door and faced him.

"stay, please. i've never felt more safe and sound than while sleeping on the ride back with you."

you stared at him, a blush fighting its way to flush your cheeks.

"really?"

he nodded, taking a step towards you. "really. i didn't ask because I didn't want to push any boundaries or make you uncomfortable, but there's nothing I would rather do right now than have you in my arms and lay with you for the next, I, god honestly for as long as you'll let me."

you smiled at him, glancing down at your feet as his words rushed warmth all over your body. you turned back around, and started walking. he ran immediately after you. "wait, I'm sorry i-"

your hand hit the railing of the staircase as you looked towards him, extending a hand. "are you coming? I'm really tired stiles."

he let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a small chuckle. he took your hand and followed you up the steps, ready to finally get some well-deserved rest.