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[7/27/2016 4:11:51 PM] (ง'̀-‘́)ง: GOOD OKAY. I need 2 decide what hella gay thing I wanna do 4 u POSTVOIDED ♡

              okay, he knew that he told stiles he’d watch the movie, but seeing that the movie was almost three hours long made the beta rethink his promise. now he sat here next to the brunette, mouth dropping open at her words. a shiver running up the wolf’s back at the mere mention of being wrapped in wolfsbane. then again maybe he && scott did deserve that. ❝ look it’s a pretty L O N G movie && i don’t think i can make it all the way through it. ❞ which was a complete lie, seeing as he had made it through so many marvel && star trek movies

            it doesn’t take stiles long to curl closer,  body warm, body trembling  just so against his side.  severn’s expression is stoic,  lidded gaze tracing the top of stiles’ head. his fingertips trail softly over his brother’s side, and for a moment he’s only silent, lips pressed together, watching.  but finally ——-   ❛ okay, ❜  he says,  fingers tapping against stiles’ side. can practically feel his twin’s nerves buzzing beneath his fingers,  unsettled, unsure, unwelcome in his skin. SOMETHING BAD’S HAPPENED. something that has stiles ready to claw into him, desperate enough to choke on it, and severn’s willing to let it happen, willing to dip his fingers in and draw it out.  ( whatever’s hurting stiles, he wants it for himself. )  ❛ —– go ahead, then. i’m listening. ❜

   it wasn’t like she would ever admit it, but being apart would go against the plans she made for the weekend    ❛     no no — i mean, i am sure we can work something out ? we came together after all and this is a camping thingy we are doing here so sleeping in the car is cheating  .  unless you really want to, in that case it’s fine .     ❜

                        “ don’t rush me. ”   is the first thing out of his mouth, and it hasn’t been the first time he’s said it either. if he has to say it one more time, then there’s going to be a problem. but for now, the younger of the two is just trying to finish up some last minor touches. ( brushing away fallout, trying to comb those unruly eyebrows into place, and debating on if gloss is going to be a good idea or not. )   “ you’ll get snacks after. snacks now means messing up everything i’ve accomplished this far. you do realize how pale you are, right? so i’m sorry if your face and neck don’t match the rest of your body. i tried. ”   still. stiles is looking cute though. disgusting. 

     Her lungs are on fire as she coughs, chest heaving and mercilessly rejecting every breath Ellie tries to take in. “FUCK.” is the first thing she says, when she’s expelled enough water to actually verbalize what she’s been thinking for the past five minutes. She expects to see Joel, when she looks up. She doesn’t. Ellie is scrambling backwards, without even glancing over her shoulder, fingers searching for a switchblade that’d fallen out of her pocket somewhere in the water. “Who the fuck are you?”

                    He expects infected, hunters maybe, hell—he’d even guess the loch ness monster at this point spewing some sort of poisonous liquid anywhere it pleases, but this? this is not what he expected, and from the looks of it, the feeling is mutual.  ❛  whoa, okay—just——just take it easy, alright? i’m not ‘gonna try anything.  ❜  that is, of course, unless she does first. he doesn’t know her. doesn’t know if she’s with anyone either. he’s attentive to her movements and whatever it is that she’s reaching around for. he needs to be vigilant if he wants to live another day, which is what makes him clutch all too tightly at the crowbar in his hands.  ❛  are you hurt?  ❜  or rather,   ❛  are you—are you bitten?  ❜

     He reminded her of Ben. It took a moment for Clementine to realize that. If she squinted, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart. ( Maybe even if she didn’t. It’d been a long time since he’d crossed her mind. ) He was alone. Maybe he needed a friend, like Ben did, when he came to the motel.That must have been why she didn’t automatically turn and run. His familiarity had prodded at a part of her that had been untouched, for a while. A part of her that was still a kid.  “… are you looking for someone?”

                they haven’t talked about it. not their shared sleepless nights they’re already aware of. which is why stiles is around in the first place. ( and allison doesn’t mind in the slightest. ) watching movies, keeping their minds occupied. trying for just a sliver of normalcy as average teenagers. not a boy that knows too much, and not a boy soldier trying to ignore a family code. and definitely not two teenagers that were dead for sixteen hours. and definitely not allison’s reoccurring nightmares of his dead aunt wrapping wires around his neck. one time was enough, in all it’s broad details. ( never got down to the specifics since those only exposed more of what they weren’t talking about now. )

the sensation around his throat is residual — is what makes him not notice their hands at first. and why would he? when they’ve already established he’s comfortable with it, and more. his attention is only drawn to it as stiles speaks, and the absence of warmth dawns on him. has him stretching his fingers before pulling his hand into his lap; unsure.   “ it’s fine. ”   he tries to be light. smiles softly as he shifts. averts his eyes from the screen to the boy beside him. allison does know. first hand.   “ are you sure it’s not the movie? we don’t need to keep watching. we can do something else. ”   right, like what, allison?   “ we can talk. ”

           he acknowledges stiles with a faint tilt of his head,    sleep-dark eyes dragging from the violent scene unfolding on his laptop to his brother. notices it instantly —- that there’s something off about stiles. subdued.  he knows his twin well enough to spot it in an instant. ❛ —- yeah. ❜ casual conversation, even as stiles moves next to him and severn can almost taste  the desperation, the neediness, the anxiety burning under the other’s skin. stiles has never been good at hiding his feelings from him, and severn’s long grown familiar with reading all his signs. enough to only sigh  after a moment,  lifting his arm and inviting stiles into his space with a simple, slightly annoyed: ❛ well, come here. ❜