Stilinski Residence & Beyond | Yep, Still That Same Night

After proving to his father that he was alive and well (and getting plenty of Stilinski hugs) and making sure that Jack was safely out of town, Stiles changed into something that wasn't his lacrosse uniform and flopped down on his bed. His phone would ring every few minutes but Stiles didn't get up to answer. He knew it was Scott, and that was the last person he wanted to deal with right now. He needed a goddamn break from this whole werewolf thing.

When a knock came on the door Stiles grumbled and told his father that he was fine, hoping he'd leave it at that so Stiles could sleep. The knocking didn't stop, however, and eventually Stiles got up to pull his bedroom door open.

Needless to say the last person he expected to be there was Lydia Martin. Yet there she was, wearing the same outfit she had worn to the game and looking like she had been crying for hours.

( Stiles Can't Have Nice Things: The Episode )

[And I'm finally done this season \o/ Majority of this taken from Teen Wolf 2x12 "Master Plan"]

Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Friday Evening

Stiles had arranged for a portal to take him back to Fandom even before the clusterfuck that was last night went down and he was grateful for it this evening (it was a different evening, right? Stupid timelines) seeing as he had sort of felt like a zombie the last few hours. He was still sore as hell from getting the crap kicked out of him so the walk from the causeway into town was slow. He wasn't really thinking about where he was going but wasn't really surpised when he found himself at Derek and Mike's front door.

He let himself in (he hoped by now Mike realized B&E was a talent of his) and shuffled towards Derek's room, only taking a second to marvel at the fact that Derek actually had a bed now before kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his (Derek's, really) jacket before crawling under the covers.

Right now he was moping, but he was hoping it'd turn to sleep soon. Derek could just deal.

[For the guy whose bed it is]