( under the night sky )

[absurdities]

 

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.

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[teenyoda]

Bromance Camping Trip ftw? Post 3B?

[mccallme]

It's been a long time since they've done this. Just taken off for the night and gone into the woods with the intent of staying there until morning. He can't even remember the last time, really. Sometime before nogitsunes and darachs and kanimas and even before werewolves. Back when things were simpler. When it was just the two of them against the world. More accurately, when it was just the two of them struggling to make first string on the lacrosse team. Semantics.

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

[teenyoda]

It was hard for him to let himself relax. No matter what face he gave the rest of the world, his brain kept slipping back to all the points it shouldn't. Everything he'd done when he wasn't himself. Allison. It was hard not to feel the crushing weight of guilt for those things, even if rationally he knew it wasn't him. It felt like it was because of him, somehow. Like he'd been the weak link of the three of them, he'd been the reason the nogitsune had slipped through. He'd been the liability.

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."

[mccallme]

He didn't have to think it out loud anyway. Scott knew Stiles well enough to know all the kinds of thoughts his best friend was harboring. He was just hoping that maybe for a few hours at least, he could distract Stiles from those things. He watched the campfire flicker and he propped himself up on his elbows.

"We should take a road trip," he said suddenly.

[teenyoda]

That got a confused furrow of Stiles' brow as he looked over at his werewolf bestie who'd clearly lost his mind. "A road trip? Wh-- Why would we go on a road trip? Where would we go on a road trip? Dude, no way would my dad let us take off in the middle of school year for a road trip."

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.

[mccallme]

"Not a long one," Scott assured him. "Like a weekend thing. I don't know, dude. We could go to LA or something. Just get out of here and clear our heads, you know?" The idea had been playing in his mind for the last few days. The urge to get away, to get as far away from the Nemeton as possible, just for a couple of days -- it wouldn't leave him alone.

"It's probably stupid." He rolled his head back so he was staring up at the stars.

[teenyoda]

He was quiet for a minute, thinking about just driving along the coast. "No. No, man, it's not stupid. I just hadn't thought about it."

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."

[mccallme]

Scott felt both of their deaths. Derek had once said that losing a pack member felt like losing a limb, and he hadn't been lying. He felt it physically and emotionally. He and Aiden hadn't been close by a long shot, but Aiden had helped a lot the last few weeks. It didn't excuse what he and Ethan had done to Derek, had done to Boyd. But Aiden had helped save Stiles' life, had helped fight the nogitsune and the Oni, and had paid the ultimate price. There was no satisfaction there. Just emptiness.

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.

[teenyoda]

He recognized the hope in that one word, knew that Scott needed a vacation just as much as he did. He was being a selfish jerk and Scott deserved better than that. "Yeah, buddy. We'll take off for a weekend. It'll be nice to remember that there are places out there that haven't completely gone to hell."

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."

[mccallme]

He felt himself relaxing into his sleeping bag, faint smile touching his mouth at the thought of escaping for a couple of days. Once upon a time the idea of leaving Beacon Hills hadn't even been appealing to him, but now.

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."

[teenyoda]

"I've got a little bit stashed away." He'd been planning on upgrading his jeep's sound system, but a trip away with Scott sounded like a better use of his funds for the moment. Who knew if his jeep would even survive the next whatever that came at them. A trip sounded a little more worth it and they'd be able to enjoy it.

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?

[mccallme]

Scott knew he should want to bring Isaac and Lydia. He should probably want to bring Derek, too. As an alpha and a friend, he should want that. But truthfully he didn't. It was probably incredibly selfish that he didn't. He was silent for a moment, hesitating before voicing his fears.

"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.

[teenyoda]

"Maybe," he shrugged, rolling to half prop himself up so he could look over at Scott. "But you kind of deserve a break, Scott. Not like you haven't done your best. It's okay to want to be alone."

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.

post-asgard BH au bloobloobloo

[truesight]

[ it started as a stargazing plan. they were going to find a nice open neck of the woods to park the jeep, pop to roof off, and just hang out there all night. no homework, no supernatural mysteries to solve. just the two of them, some stars, a few unfortunate mosquitos, a bit flannel blanket, and maybe some kissing. okay, definitely kissing. she fully planned on spending at least half the night kissing Stiles under the stars. but they were getting ready to leave and that's when the clouds started rolling in, which not only made it impossible to see the stars, but they also, very quickly, opened up and started downpouring. but after some bickering, Rachel convinced him that going out was still totally an option, because maybe sitting out in the car when it's raining could be fun too. maybe a little spooky, but spooky wasn't all bad. it would give her a reason to snuggle up with him.

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?

[teenyoda]

What do you mean 'next time'? Like there's some sort of definite that I'm going to wind up there.

[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.]

[truesight]

Um, it totally is a definite. You're like- this rare breed of goofy badboy, which is guaranteed to land you in detention at least once a week. At least. Which I've known, you used to drive Professor Snape up the wall too, but I though maybe it was just because Snape was kind of a prick. But no, nope. You're the same here.

[ 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.

[teenyoda]

Remind me to keep you away from the drama club. And band. And pretty much anyone that might actually catch your attention.

[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.]

[truesight]

What? Band does not a goofy badboy make. Like I said, you're a rare breed of boy. Nobody's going to be able to steal my attention away now that you've got it.

[ 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 ]

[teenyoda]

Listen here, young lady. I'm not having my universe hopping girlfriend leave me for a dumb drama kid.

[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.

[truesight]

[ she's grinning as she settles on his lap, her hands on his chest, drumming lightly ]

Would you fight for my affections, Stiles Stilinski? Remind me why I came to Beacon Hills in the first place?

[teenyoda]

I think I would. You could kiss my poor bruised knuckles after because punching people hurts. Like... a lot.

[truesight]

[ her jaw drops with a very exaggerated gasp ]

You know this from experience?

[teenyoda]

I do, yes.

[There was a bit of smug satisfaction there and he grinned up at her.]

[truesight]

Oh.

[ 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.

[teenyoda]

[It wasn't like he ran around punching people for shits and giggles. Punching people hurt and he was frail. Okay, maybe not frail, but he didn't have the stacked muscles behind him that others did. Punching a couple people in the face didn't make him a fighter, but he liked the way she pretended it made him something tough.]

Mmhuh. I'd kick a few drama boys' ass and get some kisses from my spoils. Those being you.