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[Taken from TW 3x13 "Anchors". NFI, NFB but OOC is OK]

( Stilinski bonding )

[Taken from TW 3x13 "Anchors". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine. This was the last one for today Tracyface]

( Yes it's still easy to walk around this high school unnoticed )

[Taken from TW 3x13 "Anchors". NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]

It was another banner night of sleeping for Stiles. Even to the outside eye he was restless; shifting in his sleep and mumbling to himself. Since he was on the couch and not a bed there couldn't be too much tossing and turning but he did have a death grip on the edges of the couch.

If you got close enough or had supernatural hearing you'd be able to hear him mumbling "don't let them in" over and over again.

( Stiles has a nightmare )

[For one! This is bastardized from TW 3x13 "Anchors". Thanks to

justlurkinghere and

throughaphase for letting me steal their icons and pretend to be their characters. 3B is officially a go]

Stiles had ducked out of the dance fairly early on, deciding he had done his teenagerly duty and had at least shown up. Then he headed off (without even a sip of spiked punch!) towards the place he actually wanted to be tonight.

He let himself inside, picking up Puppy Joe on the way to the living room. The dog immediately tried to do his best to knock Stiles' flower crown off his head. Which was rude.

[For Derek and SP 'cause it's late and I gotta work tomorrow]

After coming to in the woods yesterday Stiles made his way to the mansion, ignoring Derek's annoyed growls as he flopped down on the bed. He was too tired to deal with wolfy disapproval. The day was saved and he was fine, okay? No disapproval needed.

Now he was sound asleep, arm around what he thought was a cuddly wolf buddy. He was wrong. So, so wrong.

[For Derek first and then anybody else that lives there/wants to stop by after he's awake]

Since Stiles had slept on the couch last night he had noticed roaming dinosaurs and whatnot in the streets of Fandom. Honestly, even if he had been out there he probably wouldn't have noticed. Because he was really tired, okay? Sleeping soundly hadn't been his strong point for...like seven months now.

He had managed to make it to the coffee maker but decided to doze off halfway through, still standing up with his head against the counter and a coffee filter by his face.

[Mostly for Derek but can totally be open to those who live there/visitors. Work SP applies]

When Stiles woke up Monday morning he was completely human (that he knew of). And almost completely back to normal except for two things. One, he was now dressed in a manner that Jackson and Isaac would have probably approved of (this version of Stiles ditched the plaid and wore more flattering stuff) and, two, he woke up with a nosebleed.

"Oh fuck," he said, holding his hand up to his nose. That couch would need to be cleaned, definitely.

[For those in the house if they're around. Work SP applies]

Stiles practically ran to the mansion after returning to Fandom. He hadn't seen Derek for a week, hadn't talked to him in two days, and he put together enough from his last texts to know that crap was going down in Beacon Hills. He knew logically that if Derek had been dealing with anything Stiles had already been through then he'd make it out okay. Still. He wanted to see him.

"Derek?" Stiles called when he stepped through the doorway. "Derek?"

When he got no answer and saw that the ground floor was empty, he started going up the stairs. "Okay, I'm going to your room now. I know I'm not supposed to be there but it's your fault for not answering me."

"Derek, are you even home?"

[For one! And definitely NFB. For reasons]

Apparently Derek had been blessed (heh) with other children, so it was up to Stiles to keep Claudia happy for at least part of the day. It was easier than he thought it would be, especially if he kept his own issues out of his head. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday.

So he was sitting at a table with his daughter, letting her eat her way through a stack of pancakes while he read over texts he had gotten from Derek. "I think Der--uh, Daddy's on his way here. Something about being mad at me letting you ride in the jeep...wow, wait until he finds out I let you drive it."

It was just around the parking lot! And she was only steering, he was working the gears and pedals. Perfectly safe.

[For the baby daddy and his children. And anybody else if you want to be at the nearest Denny's, sure. It's the haven of dads who don't know what to do with their children iirc from my childhood]

Stiles had a very good Valentine's Day filled with brownies and only slight awkwardness. It had ended with him on the couch alone but, hey, that was the life one lived when they had a boyfriend who wouldn't do anything dirty with them until it was legal in all 50 states. So.

He was still asleep, for once having a nightmare-free evening, and completely unaware that terrible things were about to happen.

[For anybody in the house, their kids, other people, etc]

Waking up to somebody spooning him was a rare, if not wholly unfamiliar, feeling for Stiles. He turned his head enough to make sure that it was Derek doing the spooning before relaxing again and facing forward. Then he took a second to pull a pillow out from underneath his shirt.

Which just made him start to laugh. Because seriously. This island.

[For Derek!]

Saturdays were meant for sleeping if you happened to be nightmare-free so it had taken Stiles an embarrassingly long time to realize he had boobs again. The sun might have been setting by the time he figured it out. Clothes were once again an issue; any pants he owned kept falling off no matter how tight he tried to belt them. Luckily he knew somebody who wore pants waaaaaaaay tighter than him!

Being banned from Derek's bed didn't necessarily mean the whole room, right? 'Cause Stiles was in there rifling through his drawers.

[For those that live there!]

It'd been awhile since he and Derek had been on a Denny's trip. Especially one that had no trauma attached to it. Sure, it had the risk of being slightly awkward if anybody misconstrued this as a date but it was a risk Stiles was willing to take. He was even willing to pay for his own meal just to further prove that this wasn't a date.

"Oh god there's a peanut butter cup pancake breakfast."

[For Derek! And I want that breakfast]

Stiles had immediately regretted sending that text last night, but what was done was done and he couldn't take it back now. Well he could chicken out now, but he wasn't about to. If only because he didn't want to be accused of taking Puppy Joe hostage.

So he grabbed the dog after it started getting dark and headed over to the mansion to get this over with. He was at least nice enough to shower beforehand, out of courtesy and because he didn't want Derek to think he had been in a moping spiral for the last two weeks. Which he had been, but that was beside the point.

And look! He even rang the doorbell for the first time ever.

[For Derek! And SP since I have to work later]

Stiles was not still moping. He wasn't. Shut up. He was laying in bed and thinking 'cause it wasn't like he'd get to sleep any time soon. It wasn't his fault if he was thinking about stuff that might make him slightly...forlorn. But not mopey!

He was on the phone with Scott and Puppy Joe had managed to make his way back to him, he couldn't be mopey right now. Because Scott was sunshine and Puppy Joe was rainbows.

( Scott McCall dropping truth bombs )

[NFB and NFI but OOC is fine]

Stiles was going to regret not taking a portal back to Fandom today when he had to wake up early on Monday to catch one before his first class started, but he was never one to take future!Stiles into consideration. What he wanted was to stay as far away from Derek as possible for as long as he could. So Beacon Hills it was.

He had at least had enough sense to shoo off the comfort brigade at a decent hour so he could get some sleep. He appreciated what they were trying to do but he was exhausted. Angst would do that to you. So he crawled into bed early and surprisingly managed to fall asleep fairly quickly.

( Ignore me I'm just having fun )

[idk, celebratory "Yay Teen Wolf is back--oh no canon catch up planning again" post. NFI, NFB but OOC is fine]

Scott had earned so many best friend points Monday night when he picked Stiles up from the hotel Derek oh so kindly abandoned him in. He had since spent the last four days moping, eating junk food, hanging out with his dad and listening to Scott come up with increasingly more creative ways to kill Derek. Which was amusing, but didn't necessarily make him feel better.

He was supposed to be hanging out with Lydia and Allison later which probably meant that he'd be their living shopping cart while they went to Macy's or something while they told him how he should deal with his current situation.

He could probably use some solid advice, now that he thought about it. Which would be why he was pausing his current moping session to pick up the phone and call Kitty.

[For the aforementioned callee and other calls/e-mails/texts/etc if people want!]

Quick and dirty infopost 'cause I gotta get ready for NYE shenanigans.

( Stiles Stilinski )

( Isaac Lahey )

( Buffy Summers )

( Luke Castellan )

( And me )

Look I'm really impressed I sneakily wrote this at work.

It was time for another campus visit trip, this time to a state that didn't completely suck. The tour wasn't actually until tomorrow so that left Stiles with a whole evening to watch TV and take advantage of Derek's credit card by ordering a ton of room service.

What? At least he was sharing.

"Ugh. I got pepperoni on the bedspread."

[For the werewolf sugar daddy]