MOVED!

Do me a favor? Don't tell Mom.

dim eyes get a flash, so brief that it could easily missed, of hope. vampire reads one of the lines with little mental strain, his spine straightening and pen halting in its rhythmic, impatient tapping motions against the crisp paper with unreadable words. as quickly as it appears, it vanishes, his posture worsening as tired body slumps back into the uncomfortable wooden seat. the library seems to struggle to find an appropriate temperature, one second too hot and the next too cold. nerves rise and heart quickens with irritation as he rolls his sleeves up ( again! ) to combat the newest flash of heat.

"so, you're essentially zero use to me," stiles says, unable to keep the exhaustion fueled snippiness from his tone.

regrets it immediately, frowning at his shortened temper but directing sharp gaze towards the book. doesn't take note of the sharp inhale through the vampire's flared nostrils, the way her teeth dig into her lower lip, seeking the metallic taste. would consider letting her take a bite if he did, an overwhelming desire to be doing anything else but this. desperation.

"sorry. i've been here since the ass crack of dawn," eight - thirty a.m., "and i think my eyes are literally about to fall out of my head."

giving credit to her suggestion, stiles tugs the book back into his own personal bubble and slams it closed, swearing that a cloud of dust comically explodes from the abrupt rustling of the unturned pages.

✉ → "it'd be a lot easier if i actually cared as little as i pretend to." / @foreverwants

steve reaches over to pluck the joint from her hand, dangerously close to the point that it'll start burning their fingers. he gives it three more puffs. he uses up one of them, his eyes slightly crossed from looking down at the cherry - red end. the ash falls onto his lap and he wipes it off of his jeans, but it fails and only smears more into the fabric. he's too high to care.

"i get that."

but does he? he shows it to his friends, his emotional side that has only recently made an appearance after years of fitting into a category that he didn't exactly belong to, but to everyone else? maybe. steve has the habit of caring too much and it scares people away. he's often described as sensitive, especially by dustin ( who isn't a good judge on too - sensitive, if we're being honest ) but by others, he could be considered an asshole. okay, he's thinking way too far into this. he passes the culprit of his over - analyzing back to nora, running a hand through his hair.

                        ──────────────                        arms cradle her knees as dirtied converse dig into the gravel underneath their feet ,      gaze falls upon the other as head nods in agreement .      she grabs the joint from him when it’s outstretched ,      takes the final two hits before cherry is pressed into the pavement .      the joint had been laced with micro doses of vervain and wolfsbane            ──────            entirely unnoticeable to the average human ,      but the only way that nora’s high would last            ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵉᵗ ⁾ .            she lets out a heavy sigh ,      watches as the smoke curls from pursed lips ,      before figure springs upright .      maybe it genuine intrigue ,      or maybe it was just the desperation to connect with someone in the absence of her twin’s presence ,      but nora found herself hanging around steve a lot more now            ──────            maybe he was hiding something ,      the same way she was concealing the truth about herself .

TASTE.

i leave quite an impression.

you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.

just know i was already there.

i'm gone, but you're still laying next to me.

i know i've been known to share.

five feet to be exact.

he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue.

what are the odds, you send me a text.

every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feeling mine.

if you want forever, i bet you do, just know you'll taste me too.

you can have him if you like, i've been there, done that once or twice.

well, i heard you're back together and if that's true, you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.

all his jokes hit different, guess where he learned them from.

you'll just have to taste me.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

i know i have good judgement.

if you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me.

please please please.

i'm just kidding. but really, kinda.

i know i have good taste.

i know you're craving some fresh air.

everyone makes mistakes, but just don't.

don't prove i'm right.

we could live so happily if know one knows that you're with me.

whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight.

don't bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.

heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another.

i have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside.

it's funny and it's ironic that only i feel that way.

i heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand up guy.

i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

GOOD GRACES.

i won't give a fuck about you.

i'm sweet like an angel.

you really like it being mine.

no one's more amazing.

you do something sus, kiss my cute ass bye.

it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces.

i know a lot of guys.

let me give you some advice.

that was cool.

break my heart and i swear i'm moving on.

no one's more amazing at turning loving into hatred.

want you every second.

it's not that complicated.

you do somethin' suspect, this cute as bye-bye.

i'll switch it up like that, so fast.

don't need other guys.

you should stay in my good graces.

dreaming of writing vows, rocking cradles.

don't mistake my nice for naive.

SHARPEST TOOL.

i know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.

on a tuesday, send a soft hey.

we don't talk about it.

we never talk about how you found god at your ex's house.

we had sex, i met your best friends.

all the silence just makes it worse.

seems like overnight, i'm just the bitch you hate now.

lying to yourself if you think we're fine.

you're confused, and i'm upset.

then you logged out, leaving me dumbfounded.

if that was casual, then i'm an idiot.

all the silence is just your strategy.

you guilt-tripped me to open up to you.

left me with a lot of shit to second guess.

i don't hear a word 'til your guilt creeps in.

we never talk about it.

i'm looking for an answer between the lines.

we were going right, then you took a left.

i don't hear a word.

COINCIDENCE.

she knew, she's got a real sixth sense.

what a surprise, your phone just died.

this week you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth.

now she's in the same damn city at the same damn time.

last week you didn't have any doubts.

she's sending you some pictures wearing less and less.

damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew, 'least that's what you said.

you've lost all your common sense.

your car drove itself from l.a. to her thighs.

oh wow, you just broke up again.

the way you told me the truth, minus seven percent.

what a coincidence.

palm springs looks nice, but who's by your side?

that's what you said.

BED CEHM.

who's the cute boy with the white jacket?

maybe it's all in my head, but i bet we'd have really good bed chem.

come right on me.

i bet the thermostat's set at sixty nine.

you're not in my timezone, but you wanna be.

make me go.

i bet we'd both arrive at the same time.

i know i sound a bit redundant.

how you're looking at me, yeah, i know what that means.

i was in a sheer dress, the day that we met.

i bet it's even better than in my head.

are you free next week?

where art thou? why not uponeth me?

come right on me, i mean camaraderie.

i bet we'd both arrive at the same time.

who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm?

how you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round.

maybe it's all in my head.

you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things.

see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy.

oh, it just makes sense.

and what are the odds? you send me a text.

for all the bullshit we've been through