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( under the night sky )

STARGAZING - whether you're on a picnic blanket in a field, laying on the beach, or in the bed of a truck, you're with someone you care about and you're looking at the stars.
CAMPFIRE - camping is the most fun when you're with someone else. roasting marshmallows, telling stories. nature's got it goin' on.
PARKING - you're at the lover's lane, parked at the peak overlooking the city, it's just you and someone else in the car. maybe it's time to steam up the glass or hey, you guys can just talk if you want.
FIREWORKS - may it is the fourth of july, the new year, or just because, but there's fireworks shooting off and they're magical. or scary. it depends on what floats your boat.
LATE NIGHT SWIM - maybe you're at the beach or in the backyard pool or at the lake, maybe you're going to skinny dip or maybe you'll 'fall' in with all your clothes. either way, swimming at night is pretty much always fun.
SKY LANTERNS - perhaps you've lost someone dear and you want to do something to remember them by, maybe you're making a wish for the future.
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA
Bromance Camping Trip ftw? Post 3B?
He misses those days.
He needs this sense of normalcy now, this reminder that things aren't always terrible, that their lives aren't just one loss after another even if they kind of are. Scott is pretty sure that Stiles needs that reminder too. Probably more often than Scott does.
He lays a few feet away from the campfire, on top of his sleeping bag, tossing a lacrosse ball in the air and catching it. Repeat. Again. He glances over to where Stiles is laying on his own sleeping bag. "This was a good idea."
Works for me
But he couldn't think that out loud. Couldn't say any of that because his dad and Scott both wore their worry for him on their faces so blatantly and he didn't want to give them anything more to worry about. So he turned his head and gave Scott a small smile, nodding. "Yeah, buddy. Yeah, it was. Kind of nice to be out in the woods without worrying about maiming."
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"We should take a road trip," he said suddenly.
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Not to mention the idea of leaving right now, leaving his dad potentially alone in the middle of some weird Beacon Hell Mouth... just more worry to add to his worry.
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"It's probably stupid." He rolled his head back so he was staring up at the stars.
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He should have. He should have figured that Scott might want a break from here. God, Stiles wasn't the one who'd lost an ex-girflriend and a pack member. He might have not liked the twins and be pretty ambivalent about Aiden's death, but Scott wasn't. Scott made everything personal, took everything on himself, so the double combination of both of them dying had to be weighing on his friend as much as it was on him.
"We can do that. I'll have to clear it with my dad," who'd been more clingy than usual lately, but that was okay since Stiles had been just as bad, "but I think we can do a weekend."
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And Allison. He had expected it to hurt in a different way than Aiden, because he loved Allison. And it did hurt in a different way. But it also hurt in the same way. Wolf or not, Allison had been part of the pack, and he wasn't sure he was going to get past her loss anytime soon. Maybe not ever.
"Yeah?" There was a hint of hopefulness in his voice. He knew that leaving even for a couple days wasn't his best plan. A lot could happen in a couple of days. But if Derek and Isaac and Chris were around, maybe two days would be an acceptable thing. Maybe. He lifted his hand to his mouth, chewing on his thumbnail absently.
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And it might be something he should do to recharge. God knew he needed it, and to be honest, he missed having time with Scott that wasn't filled with screams and freaking out.
"We can go down to the Santa Monica pier. Have a getaway weekend."
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Now everything here was different and painful and difficult. And maybe he was craving something more akin to normalcy than people continually dying, to being attacked by supernatural forces, to watching his best friend hold a sword to his own gut. He rubbed his hands over his face and rolled onto his side so he was facing Stiles.
"Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Really good, actually." He studied Stiles from across the firelight. He pillowed his head on one arm, letting the other rest on his sleeping bag, tugging lightly at a loose string. "I've got money stashed away in savings."
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He thought about all the people that had been affected by the most recent tragedy, chewing on his lip. "You want to bring Isaac and Lydia? Or one or the other? Or... you want to just have it be us?" He'd actually prefer the latter option, even though he felt guilty about it. But considering he was practically marinating in guilt already, what was one more drop to the bucket?
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"Does it make me a terrible person or a bad alpha that I want it to just be us? You and me?" His voice was quiet, uncertain. He never held things back from Stiles. He tugged harder at the string on his sleeping bag. It felt like the two of them hadn't really talked in ages. There was always too much other stuff going on.
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He poked at the ground with a little twig he found, a half grin on his lips. "Well, sort of alone. I mean, clearly I'll be there, but... you know what I mean." He hadn't mentioned Kira because he didn't want to have Scott feeling too guilty about Allison. It was all too much too soon and yeah, they could all use a break from it before they were the ones that wound up cracking.
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post-asgard BH au bloobloobloo
which, now that they're actually out in that little clearing in the woods, far enough away from the town that there's no background noise but the rainfall, is exactly what they're doing. they can't see the stars and things are a tiny bit more confined since the roof is still on, but it doesn't matter. they're sprawled on the backseat under that blanket, alternating between smooching and making each other laugh. it's a pretty sweet setup. ]
Next time you get detention with Coach, you have to tell me, that way I can get a detention too and we can bug him together. [ a beat ] Sssspeaking of that, sort of, have you ever had to go to summer school?
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[She was warm and easy to snuggle up to under the blanket, hands finding gaps under her clothes to play over her skin as he nuzzled up to her. The idea of hiding from the rain while still 'stargazing' had sounded weird to him, but he was slowly warming up to the idea that it was the best idea ever with the sound of the rain falling around them and on the jeep and a warm, smoochy girl in his arms.]
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[ she likes that his hands are wandering, she's actually really fine with it. in a way, it's a sign that he's getting genuinely comfortable around her, comfortable enough to touch without asking, or watching her like she might snap his hands off with retractable girl claws. there's none of that right now, which is great. and it's why she doesn't feel bad pressing kisses over his jaw and down his neck, right up until she's -not, because maybe she just wants to settle on top of him now, face buried against his neck ]
Luckily, I'm totally into goofy badboys.
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[Because honestly? Stiles was really okay with this whole 'girlfriend from an alternate dimension' thing. It had taken some getting used to, but the fact that his dad had known her name and had been familiar with her, even if he didn't know how or where from, that had cinched it for him.
It had also made it so that there was a lot more monitoring of his at home behavior with her living under the same roof. His dad might be happy Stiles had someone and okay with her living there, but his house his rules, right?
Which is why the jeep was such a good thing. God, he loved his jeep.]
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[ and she'll keep reminding him of that for as long as- well, forever. ]
Well, maybe a drama club kid... Hm...
[ she huffs, like she's totally having a hard time figuring out that brain buster, mostly just to try and tickle his neck with her breath ]
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[He pulled her into his lap, looking up at her with a grin as he squeezed her hips.]
They can get kidnapped to their own alternate dimension and find someone.
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Would you fight for my affections, Stiles Stilinski? Remind me why I came to Beacon Hills in the first place?
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You know this from experience?
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[There was a bit of smug satisfaction there and he grinned up at her.]
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[ her hands slide up to his shoulders and back down again, like she's ~looking at him in a whole new way ]
I had no idea my loverboy was such a tough guy.
[ like punching someone makes you tough. yeah, he probably knows by now she probably doesn't mean that in the general sense, but, maybe some part of her is into the idea of Stiles roughing someone up. especially for her. ]
I would certainly kiss your poor, bruised knuckles if you hit someone to win me over. [ a beat, a grin ] But that's not such a surprise, is it? I love your hands.
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Mmhuh. I'd kick a few drama boys' ass and get some kisses from my spoils. Those being you.
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