Spring 2011- No Stiles
- What, no Stiles
- NO STILES
- Uh.. Dad. there is a conversation we need to have- You are not gay
- I could be!
- Not dressed like that
- All right, any clue where he's going?- To kill someone.
- Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.
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No Rain, No Tears//Stiles Stilinski
FanfictionShe wrote him letters and he never replied. But she keeps on writing and writing until she couldn't do anything else. Is she really that worthless to him now? ...